#i knew i wanted to do the blue and gold combo

[mtsworkshop]

2wink Week Day 2 - Stars!

Something a bit simple for today, but I have to admit I'm really quite pleased with these.

Please credit if using!

#aoi yuta #aoi hinata #2wink #2wink week 2024 #enstars #enstars icons #ensemble stars #ensemble stars icons #yuta's in particular i'm especially in love with! #i knew i wanted to do the blue and gold combo #i tried with his mirage card but that render is a bit too awkwardly shaped/positioned #but then his big ocean card worked perfectly! #i would have used hinata's fs2 since it's kinda space themed. but i have Plans for that one elsewhere :3 #and his nightclub card ended up having silver to go with yuta's gold. how do i keep getting this lucky!

[viviaxia]

cherry red curtains.

note: this is my first ever fanfic here, this is also in AO3! if you want to read it there and I hope you enjoy this, please be nice hihi and I would absolutely love feedback!

Cherry red curtains drape over his window, leaving the sunlight to paint the room red. You glance to your side to see the man beside the window, admiring as the sun sets. A shadow fell across the room because of his broad shoulders blocking off some of the sun's rays. “Oh God, how beautiful even his shadow is.”

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Felix Catton, the man who caused you to doubt your own existence. The first time you laid your eyes on him, was also the start of your world revolving around him. You're someone who values high morals and has so much self respect, a “good girl” as they say and despite your best efforts— it'd be bad to deny it right? that you unconsciously do things to please him.

“I like the bow.” Felix compliments you as he gets off his bike.

You looked wonderful wearing a tight brown shirt that hugged your curves and went great with your favorite belted jeans that brought attention to your round cheeks. Your gold moon-shaped earrings and a watch that Felix gave you long-ago, paired well with a Pandora bracelet with chic dark blue accents, completed the look. Finally, a dainty baby blue satin ribbon finished your half-updo.

You came to a halt as you walked past him. “I'll take it off then.” you joked as you turned around to face him. Gosh, you always seem to forget how tall he is, you were already tall enough but still, you have to look up to him.

“You don't have to.” he shrugs, then approaches you and gently grabs your waist to give a quick kiss on top of your head. It's his luck that he can do this with little to no effort because of your ideal height.

Really?!? First thing in the morning? you just internally rolled your eyes. Despite this, you don't find it annoying. It's what you guys do. It's all too familiar for you, Felix can name where your freckles are at and wouldn't miss a spot, even the ones that you didn't know you have. While you alone can name every part of him by a simple touch of your kiss, a knack that you wanted to try on him but only if he'd let you.

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You and Felix caused a big stir on the students as you entered the school. Startling all of them to glance at you, some even daring to stare as your red-bottomed heels echoed throughout the hallway. You couldn't help but let out a faint chuckle, pleased at how they stiffened up when they saw you and Felix together. Your hair was perfectly placed— it always has to be, God knows how much you hated how you had to wake up a little extra early just to style your hair— and is even more beautiful as the warm wind lightly brushes it. All eyes were now on you and Felix as you both walked through the hallways, some even bold enough to give you two the death stare— you haven't even touched him and yet, they're already acting like some animal marking their territory but Felix wasn't theirs and will never be.

Felix is loved by everyone— worshiped like some sort of Greek God and rightfully so. He is affectionate and tactile with those around him like he doesn't have a damn clue how it looks to others. He has this enigmatic aura around him, something that every woman and man wanted to be around with, even if it meant to be around a potent and intoxicating aura, leaving them till their breathless but despite all of that they'll be begging and chasing for him.

For you, everyone says the same thing. Everyone you come across with wants you— honestly? how could anyone not desire you when you are from the richest of rich, did they also mention that you're gorgeous, and intelligent? What a dangerous fucking combo. You know what to give and what not to give, always leaving them to fantasize about you— giving a little room for imagination but you're never too less and that's why they love you.

Making you and Felix to be a lethal mix, intertwining together. They never truly knew what you two do behind closed doors but everyone knew your Felix's, even if he decided to share you on some occasions. That's why they so much envy your pair, you two were untouchable.

You don't even mind the secrecy of it all. The light touches he leaves you behind— a kiss on the shoulder, his hands on your back, the way he gives you sweets when you're grumpy— you love it, you love the thrill it gives you.

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You looked at the building in front of you making sure it was Felix's flat, even though you've been here a hundred times already and have probably memorized all the nooks and cranny the building could offer but it's just a natural habit that you do. As soon as you found a good parking spot, you then grabbed the very much oversized racer jacket Felix left at your flat and wore it because you only wore your sleeping clothes, a tight white shirt paired with some booty shorts and you'd rather be in hell than get caught wearing house clothes outside. You internally laugh at yourself as you open the car door and drop your heels to wear it, as you get out of your car you grab your sunglasses and car keys, twirling it around your index finger.

“This is ridiculous.” you chuckle at yourself as you put on your shades and walk up to the entrance of the building.

Dangling bells rang as soon as you pushed the glass door open, alerting all the front desk staff to look at you. At least you looked decent right? with your hair still tucked inside Felix racer jacket.

“I'll sign later madam.” you smiled at the lovely receptionist behind the desk.

“It’s fine dear.” she smiles back at you and gestures for you to go to the elevator. She already knows you're headed for Felix's flat, you've been here countless of times that she already recognizes you and due to her old age when Felix brings an unfamiliar girl here she accidentally calls your name leaving the girl probably thinking who’s name she just called them.

But who doesn't know your name? when you're the most beloved model in the industry.

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You opened the door to Felix’s flat and pushed it softly, revealing Felix to be in his swivel chair— man spreading in his boxer. He was already expecting you.

He let out a faint chuckle seeing you— ugh you already know you looked insane enough. You then went inside and closed the door, you smiled in defeat walking up to him. Suddenly, he grabs you by the hips as you are arm's reach for him. He beams a smile at you, and you can't help but notice how his eyes sparkle in the sunlight, making them appear even more intense. He's too lovely to look at.

“You look ridiculous,” he pauses for a moment, as you were placing your sunglasses on top of your head, pushing the front of your hair back. “I love it.” he finally says, gripping your hips even more tighter.

“of course you do.” you rolled your eyes at him, grabbing your tucked hair as you were removing Felix's jacket, then throwing it at the desk besides you two.

You can't help but get weak in the knees as you look back to see him. An eyesore, honestly— too beautiful to look at. Looking down on him makes your stomach swirl in knots and as the sun paints the room red you can't deny that your body's getting hot. Your hands on his shoulder and his hands on your hips, a picture flashed before your eyes.

It all felt so surreal, like it's your first— but this was never the first, but it always seems to feel like it though, misty air covered the room making your body even hotter. A naked figure stood in front of Felix, you. While his hands touched your body he was worshiping you like a goddess. He kissed your abdomen while you grabbed your boobs, you wanted more— you needed more and as Felix, the attentive man that he is— only around you though, grabbed your hips to take your pussy into his mouth. You let out a faltering gasp, grabbing him by the shoulder at the sudden move. You then looked at his face as he laps you like the first time, you were already making faces that he liked— no, he loved it. Making him laugh whilst sucking you dry, you can't help but hitch at the knees as his laughs send vibrations to your body— he then forcefully grabs you closer to him as you are fighting back, already overstimulated by the feeling of his tongue swirling around your clit. At that moment, you just let your head roll back and feel, even though your knees were about to give in. However, he just tightened his grip around your hips, you don't mind the fucking bruise it'll leave you the first thing in the morning. He loved that you were already so wet for him and when you grabbed his hair— pulling him closer to your pussy, moaning his name like there was no tomorrow.

“Do you wanna come?”

“shit.” you cursed as you let out a long sigh.

“I said, do you wanna come to saltburn?” He asks you again, with concern in his voice, making his eyes shine more.

Oh fuck, you looked at him dazed, cutting off your little fantasy and you didn't even realize that you were gripping on his shoulder like a damn leech. But he just gave you a mischievous smile and of course, he already knew.

“Yeah, I'll go.” You timidly respond, you then shake your head softly— slightly embarrassed at what you have just thought. Felix then stands up to sit on the desk, to which you grabbed the swivel chair and sat.

“You sure?” a tint of uncertainty in his voice as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear because the first time he invited you to saltburn, you had to decline due to a busy schedule with fashion week so you couldn't come.

“Mhm, I already cleared my schedule this summer.” You nod at him, he then grabs your face and plants kisses all over your face.

“You don't know how glad I am to hear that.” He gives you a smile and continues to plant more kisses on your face. You couldn't help but just laugh at how he is right now.

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It was time to leave already, as you were wearing the ridiculous outfit again. Felix was leaning against the door frame, with his arms crossed in front of him and fixing his gaze upon you.

“You’re really sure that you don't want me to come with you?” He asks you again, frowning his eyebrows at you.

“Yep,” you gave an assuring smile at him “and besides you have paper to do.” you peeked at his flat one more time, seeing all the paperwork stacked besides his computer.

And before you could even leave he said one more thing.

“I bet you thought of me nicely earlier.” He gave you a mischievous sneer and watched you intently to gauge your response.

And you grinned back at him, sneering, “You bet I did.” You then gave him a quick kiss on his lips.

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#felix catton #felix catton smut #felix catton saltburn #felix catton fanfic #saltburn #he so fine #he so hot #hyperfixation #smut #fantasy #sexy content #first fanfic #the brainrot is real #writers on tumblr

[krenenbaker]

Dorm-inspired Outfits (from my Closet)

A few months ago, I put together a few things from my closet based on the different twst dorms. I posted them to Reddit, but now, they shall also have a home here on Tumblr :) But I'll also add a bit more info on the inspirations behind my use of the various pieces here, just for fun. Also, pardon the socks; I didn't bother picking shoes to go with the outfits. I'll describe what shoes I would wear with each look, though!

Also, uhh... body reveal? Before showing my cosplay (whenever it is that I finish it lol)

Heartslabyul

For this outfit, I wanted to feature the clashing patterns and fabrics of the dorm uniforms, while also incorporating an Alice in Wonderland-esque aesthetic. I used a yellow fabric belt, similar to the yellow sash of the dorm uniform, and added a scarf with a rose pattern and the same colour scheme as the rest of the outfit. I also retained my watch (which I really should have switched out for one of my analogue watches, but... oh well) and my "Save The Bees" bracelet, since it seemed to fit with the theme and I wear it on basically a daily basis, so...

I would pair this look with these white socks and my saddle oxfords.

Savanaclaw

With the Savanaclaw outfit, I wanted an active and somewhat more masc look. I tried to stay true to the warm colour scheme, and reference the leather vest of the dorm uniform using the sleeveless flannel I had. I also kept my watch and bracelet for this outfit, but I added two necklaces - one with a celtic knot pendant, and one with a piece of quartz, though if I had a tooth or bone necklace, I would have used that instead.

I would wear my brown leather boots with this outfit.

Octavinelle

This outfit is one of the closest to how I normally dress. The dress is black with lavender flowers, with a gather in the skirt on the left side, giving the heavy material more movement - it just feels "Octavinelle". I added a braided belt with a silvery buckle to give a little more definition, and a pearlescent pink and purple necklace, along with white gloves. I also wore my cream coat over my shoulders as a coat-cape, à la Azul Ashengrotto.

I would not wear socks with this, but instead stockings and my black and white pumps.

Scarabia

I wanted to follow the colour scheme and ~vibe~ of the dorm and its uniform for this Scarabia-inspired outfit. The floral skirt may seem to be an odd choice, but the deep orange of the flowers and the satin material seemed to fit with Scarabia. I also added more jewellery - multiple rings, and two necklaces, all golden in colour - to complete the look.

I would probably wear either my tan scandals, or white ankle socks and my heeled leather oxfords with this outfit.

Pomefiore

I felt like Pomefiore needed a classic, powerful look - what better way to do that than with a black pencil skirt? That, I paired with a sheer blouse with satin cuffs, and a (mostly) purple, high-necked, sleeveless knit. The orange, cream, and golden stripes in the knit also reflect the gold detailing of the Pomefiore dorm uniform.

I definitely wouldn't wear socks with this - it's another job for the black and white pumps, or maybe even my black heeled boots, depending on the vibe.

Ignihyde

Ignihyde just SCREAMED for the use of my CrankGameplays "Soft Boi" shirt. It's light blue, plus it's gamer merch - the perfect combo. Add in some black jeans, headphones, and a blue and white scarf in the pocket, and Ignihyde is complete!

I'd wear either my pink skate shoes, or maybe my brown leather boots with this one, I think.

Diasomnia

Finally, Diasomnia. I simply needed to use my green turtleneck with this one, but I knew I had to use black for the rest of the outfit. So, black trousers and a black cardigan (again, over the shoulders) were the other components I used, as well as a black braided belt - both to add a little texture, as well as a hint of silver, as is featured in the Diasomnia dorm uniform as well.

I'd wear black socks and my black heeled boots with this outfit.

And with that, we're complete! Let me know your thoughts - did I capture the spirits of the dorms in these outfits? :)

(I didn't include Ramshackle, but I could also make an outfit for that at some point, which I may do later)

#krenenbaker's :) #twisted wonderland #twst #krenenbaker's creations #I'm very happy with how some of these turned out - mainly the ones similar to my normal style #I also was wearing my binder for half of these (if you were wondering why my body shape was a bit different in some images from others). #also the Save The Bees bracelet is one of my favourite accessories #I got it at a show I went to so it has both a sentiment I agree with and fond memories attached to it too :) #I also could wear my brown leather boots with Pomefiore I guess since Rook wears freaking TIMBERLANDS (not with his dorm uniform but STILL) #(but I wouldn't. it would look weird... sorry Rook) #I also wish I would've done a different pose for Scarabia but I wanted to show off the jewellery and that was the best I could come up with #I need Vil to give me some of his modelling talent #or a lesson on how to do it maybe #I dunno #either would work #just teach me how to pose in a way that is a. somewhat comfortable and b. maybe won't make me feel so... weird looking back at the pictures #I really do relate to Azul. #anyways... thanks for looking at my outfits! and reading my tags if you got this far too ♡

[khaotunqs]

Artists and designers self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five works in any medium that you've created, then pass it on to at least five other creators. Let’s spread the self-love 💛

aw thank you for thinking of me, cat! apologies for being so late to do this 💛💛💛

💜 icon: pete saengtham set - this set was a BEAST to make (the first gif alone took me two days to get the way i wanted it kdfshfj), but i love the way it turned out! i set out to really let loose with typography and animation and transitions, and i think i pulled it off.

🧡 only friends + iphones set - when @cal-kestis shared her template for her incredible iphone sets, i had to give it try! coming up with different color combos and thinking about what the characters would prioritize on their phones was a lot of fun.

💖 emotions: love + uncertainty (sand x ray, only friends) set - this set reinvented itself a few times bc i wanted it to express what was happening between sand and ray at the time it was being posted. i'm often inspired by music, and when 'do i wanna know' by arctic monkeys played in one of my mixes, i knew that had to be the basis. that sand mentions liking arctic monkeys in the show only helped fuel that. i was inspired by this set, esp by the second to last gif, and i wanted a similar effect for my set. it took FOREVER to get it (mostly) the way i wanted it, because i had to just. figure it out? it's not as seamless as it is in the inspiration set, but i think i did okay?

💛 sand x ray, only friends (inspired by this beautiful set by @seamayweed) aka the kintsugi set - i fell in love with sea's kintsugi set and when the prompt of 'inspiration' was announced for the userdramas event, i immediately thought of it. the timing coincided with eps 8 & 9 of only friends, and i was thinking about how ray has these 'cracks' and sand is the gold lovingly piecing them back together to help make something even more beautiful......that was corny as hell but that was the thought process. honestly? i think it turned out beautifully and i'm really proud of it.

❤️ halsey - finally // beautiful stranger (sand x ray, only friends) (tw cracked glass effect and flickering neon) - this was a birthday gift for my beloved @henwilsons, who loves sandray as well. she also likes halsey, so i combed thru some songs and finally (heh) decided to work with 'finally // beautiful stranger'. i feel like the mood and lyrics of the song mirror sand's feelings for ray: this beautiful stranger bulldozes his way into his life and he wants to believe they can just be friends, that sex between them won't change anything ('and i say i'm only playing'). but whoops he fucked around and fell in love. and he's been hurt but he can't help but want this man. (god these bozos mean so much to me.) i wanted the set to have a 'last call at the bar' kind of vibe, so i used deep blue and red and then paired that with neon lighting. the cracked glass effect to convey being terrified and hurt just made sense to me. i think it turned out nice, and mia really liked it, and that was the most important thing!

💚 put that blorbo under a microscope!: ray pakorn - she's new but i love her! like most a lot of my sets, i didn't have a solid idea in my head about what i wanted to do. i knew that i wanted to gif ray (he's such a dumpling), that the scene of ray and sand in the hallway of the rehab center with the green floral art behind them made me want to use green, and it evolved from there. infinite thanks go to @deokmis who patiently listened to me ramble about this and gave me valuable suggestions and feedback that made it so much better! i love this set and i'm obsessed with green now.

so there you go. yeah, i know. i did six sets. i couldn't choose and also i don't know how to shut up. don't be like me. be normal.

#usercats #askbox #mona.txt #gifmaking

[nightmaremp]

It was a sunny and hot day in New Orleans, Floyd had gone through five ice creams due to the heat. The business in Jerry’s Tunes was slow due to the heat, He didn't blame the people. His long red hair sticks to his pink skin as he sits in the shade. Floyd’s dark pit-like eyes watch as his ice cream drips onto the hot sidewalk, he wasn’t old nor young, just a normal 20 year old guy working at a music shop.

He remembers that tonight is a full moon which means he would turn into his werewolf form. The red haired male knew that he had to be careful since the news of dongs and wolves being found killed by a large animal but strangely had their teeth removed. “Floyd!” shouted someone who was walking over to the pink skinned male. It was Junior or what Floyd called him, future doctor man.

The guy was chubby and had this nerd look at him, a smile with braces. A pair of glasses sit on his big orange nose. He had the longest ginger hair, his green skin was green as a lime. Junior was wearing his letterman jacket that had a patch tooth on his left chest, red and gray was a nice color combo for that jacket. The guy had blue jeans and some sneakers on as he walked over to Floyd.

“Hey future doctor, man! What brings you here on this hot day?” asked the red haired male with a smile on his face. “I just want to visit you and maybe we could head down to the lake to cool off,” replied Junior with a smile on his face. “Well, there is no one that has come to the shop all day. Why not” replied Floyd as he got up and took out the store’s keys. He locks up the doors of the store and places the keys back in his blue jeans.

The two head down to the lake. While walking to the lake, Floyd and Junior found a dead dog body. Its body was ripped in half and had its guts everywhere. The teeth were removed from the dog’s mouth like the others from lately. The pink skinned male didn’t notice his friend who was looking at the body with a drool dripping down his chin. “Let’s keep going,” said Floyd as he walked off. Junior was still standing there, looking at the rotting flesh of the dog with hunger in his eyes. His eyes turned gold yellow as he got close to the body. His nails slowly start to grow as fangs slowly grow out in his mouth. He lifts up the dead dog and lifts it to his mouth. He took a small bite and swallowed the dead flesh of the dog.

“Future doctor!” yelled Floyd from the lake’s bridge. The chubby male suddenly dropped the dog’s body and quickly used his jacket to wipe his mouth and hands. His eyes, nails, and fangs went back to normal. “I’m coming!” yelled back the ginger haired male before running over to his friend.

When he got there, Floyd had already taken off his shirt and jeans, he was now in his boxers. The pink skinned male was skinny and had a small build to him from lifting boxes filled with music instruments. His clothes were laying together on a rock with his shoes and glasses. Junior’s cheeks turn pink a bit but shake his head. The future doc took off his clothes besides his swimsuit that he had put on before sneaking out his house. Luckily his mother was talking with his father about some dentist stuff so they didn’t notice him gone, he hopes.

The two jumped in the nice cold water of the lake. Floyd kept throwing water over Junior while the chubby male kept finding shells. The two guys were having a blast until a bus horn filled the silence. The two knew the horn too well, it was Junior’s parents.

His parents have the best dentist office in New Orleans. Tina, his mother was the dentist and face of the office while Gerald, his father was her assistant and did most or all the paperwork. Far away, they could hear Tina’s voice going to her snapping tone for Floyd. She never liked the red haired male due to him trying to get future doctor man to follow his dream to be a musician.

“Junior! What are you doing with that music hippie!?” yelled Tina as she made it to the lake while Gerald had a towel over his shoulder for his son. His mother was wearing her suit that had a tooth pin on her chest. Her long ginger hair was in a hairstyle you would see in movies that have those dinner ladies’ hair that look like a ball or just some round shape, a swirl like piece of her hair sticking out and wipe over her right side of her forehead. Her lime green skin had sweat dripping down and her make up was slowly running down. Her pink nose was holding up her sunglasses. Her high heels were getting stuck in the mud.

Gerald was wearing some brown shorts and a striped blue t-shirt. He had short brown hair that looked like a spiky chocolate, same with his fluffy eyebrows. He had some small chin hair but not much, his orange nose was holding up some sun glasses. He was taller than his wife and his kids. “M..Mama, I just wanted to have some fun at the lake” said Junior in a nervous and sad tone as he picked up his stuff. “Well Junior, you are going to come home! You just left the house without saying you were going out. We would've sent one of your siblings with you to the lake if you told us!” snap Tina as her eyes flashed gold.

“I’m sorry, mama” replied her son as he held his head down to his mother while his dad wrapped him up in the towel. “Just get in the Molar Express while I talk with this buster boy” growled his mother. Junior looks over at Floyd with a sad look on his face before heading to the bus with his father. Tina looked down at the red haired male with a look that strike fear into prey.

“Why do you have to cause trouble?” hissed the ginger haired woman. “Ma'am, I didn’t cause any trouble. Your son just wanted to hang out with me and enjoy the lake” replied Floyd, he can hear the woman’s groans of anger to him. “Well, you better stay away from my son because he is going to be the best dentist in New Orleans like his mother. He doesn't need this music junk in his path of being a dentist! So, stay away from my son with your music or else!” hissed Tina as her eyes glow yellow.

“And if I don’t, ma’am?” asked the pink skinned male with a huff. “Well, say goodbye to your life if you come near my son again,” snapped the dentist before she walked away from the young male. Floyd never liked Tina from the start, she was always manipulating and harsh on her kids but mostly Junior. Never hearing about her son’s dream of being a musician and just forcing him to be a dentist like her.

Floyd wished he could help Junior out and help him to make his dream come true but he doesn't know how. His mother would track him down and drag him back away from him, his father just saying “Yep” never help except to make his wife happy. The red haired male picked up his stuff and threw on his clothes. He heads back to Jerry’s Tunes but not before stopping at the dead dog’s body.

It looks like something took a bite out of the rotting flesh but what is the question. He kept walking back to the music shop and opened it back up. He spent the rest of the time trying to keep cool, helping a few people shopping, and just read some music notes for his guitar.

When the sun starts to set, Floyd closes up shop again and heads home. His parents were out of town so he had the whole house to himself. He sat on his bed waiting for the full moon to come up into the dark night sky. The red haired male suddenly felt pain that he knew too well, his transformation is starting.

His back starts to snap and crack to reform, his nails grow into claws that can cut through flesh without trouble. A tail starts to grow from his tailbone into a fluffy werewolf tail. Floyd let out groans of pain as his legs turned into wolf hind legs. The room filled with his groans and screams of pain, the sound of his bones breaking and reforming made it sound like he was getting killed. His face slowly, painfully turned into a wolf face. His body grew bigger as his transformation kept going.

Finally, he finished his transformation. The werewolf sat on the floor as he tried to catch his breath. His purple pinkish eyes glow in the dark as he looks over to the window of his room. Floyd got up from the floor and headed over to the window, he opened the window. The cold air of the night blows through his pink fur and red hair. He rubbed the top part of his snout, he felt his patchy mustache got bigger a bit which made him smile.

The red haired male jumped out the window and landed on his feet. He walked into the woods and just wandered around. The memory of the dead dog's body popped into his head, he decided to head back to the spot to look at the body more. The pink fur werewolf headed to the spot but suddenly had to hide as he saw some…danger.

It was Junior in his werecheshiresmilodon form, he was eating the dog’s body. Future doctor man was a natural hybrid due to his mother being a werecheshirecat and his father being a weresmilodon. Junior’s lime green fur with orange stripes shone in the moonlight as he ate the dog’s dead body. His saber-like fangs cover in rotten blood and flesh, golden yellow eyes that could put the feeling of death into your body. He was large, he was big enough to put a t-rex’s size to shame. His ginger hair was getting blood over and in it but he didn’t care.

The other with him was his mother. She was in her werecheshirecat form and was feasting on a new killed wolf. Her orange stripes cover her lime green fur. Long curly ginger hair sat on his shoulders as she ate the wolf’s body. Her gold yellow eyes look like those of a demon! Over to the left was Junior’s father who was sleeping on the ground in his weresmilodon form. His brown spots cover his lime fur color, his brown hair blowing in the bleezee of the night. Gerald is bigger than an elephant, the height is something from a monster movie or a Godzilla film. Saber fangs shine in the light of the moon. His short tail moved slowly back and forth.

Floyd gulped as he knew that the Teeth family were the one doing the killing of the dogs and wolves in the local area. He saw it when he spotted Junior attacking a wolf from the trees in the middle of his transformation. The red haired male knew that future doctor man wouldn’t do anything like that but his instincts of his feline self take a hold on himself. The ginger haired male hasn't learned how to control himself yet, his mother on the other hand is trying to teach him to enjoy the taste of blood and flesh.

The pink fur werewolf watched from the blushes and made sure he didn't get seen by Tina. Floyd started to walk backward then suddenly a loud snap filled the air, he had stepped on a stick that was on the ground. His ears went up as he heard a growl that he knew too well.

Suddenly he was tackled to the ground and felt his back being clawed and biting into. The red haired male let out screams and whines of pain as the mama feline is attacking him without mercy. He tried to shake her off but failed due to her being bigger and heavier than him. Tina kept tearing into the werewolf’s back without stopping.

Then the attacks stopped, it finally felt like he could breathe air. His eyes look over his shoulder as he lay on the ground that is covered in his blood and some of his fur. Floyd sees Tina in her husband’s jaws like a mama cat with their kitten. Her face was covered in his blood, it dripped down her chin and landed onto the mud down below her. Gerald had a look of fear in his eyes as he held his wife in his jaws. The spotted male couldn’t believe that she would do that without hesitation.

Junior had the look of fear and was about to cry. His breathing was slow and looked like he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t believe his own mother would do that in front of his eyes. He slowly walked over to his friend and checked to see if he was alive. The feline lets out a breath when he can feel the werewolf’s heart beating. Future doctor looked behind himself to see that his father had left with his mother.

He took out a small first aid kit out of his ripped pants pocket. Junior took out some bandages and a small water bottle to clean out the wounds. After he used the water to clean out the wound, he took out some string that came with the first aid kit and used them to close up the wounds on Floyd’s back. Then the ginger haired male wrapped the pink fur male’s back up and put some pressure on the red haired male’s back.

“I’m so sorry, Floyd” said Junior as tears fell from his eyes as he hugged the werewolf.

Years later, it was a cold night as the stars shine down onto the Molar Express. Floyd looked over to Junior who went by Dr. Teeth now, playing with Animal who was biting on an old dog toy that the pink skinned male got after he arrived at his doorstep one night. A smile forms on his face with joy.

Floyd slowly felt his back, the scars covered his back still and the memory never left his mind. He doesn't blame Teeth since he couldn’t really do anything to stop his mother. The red haired male smiles as he remembers how The doc helped him and won’t stop saying sorry for days.

“Hey” said Teeth as he walk over next to him. “Hey” replied the pink skinned male with a smile as Animal crawled up his leg and sat on his lap like a cat. The red fur ball let out a yawn before falling asleep on Floyd. “Aww, he is all tired out” replied The chubby male with a chuckle as he sat next to the red haired male. “Yeah” replied Floyd as he laid his head on Teeth’s shoulder as they look at the night stars.

The End

#the muppets #dr teeth and the electric mayhem #dr teeth #weremayhemau #floyd pepper #tina teeth #gerald teeth #the muppet mayhem #muppet mayhem

[sagerain08]

I made this like a year ago and thought I lost it. Was hoping and praying i would find it and then I almost gave up and was kind of bummed cause I knew whatever new one I made would never be the same or close to similar cause I seriously didn’t remember it with the awesome photographic memory that I DON’T HAVE (especially when it comes to random interview questions/pick one this or that) The whole point was to get to know my loved ones better so I could be a better person for them and help them more, also know what gifts to make and/or give them for bdays, holidays, and special occasions. Then unexpectedly I find it in my old notes on my phone, lol, awesome.

What is your favorite: Colors, Seasons, Nature Sounds, Places to sit in nature in peace and a public place like the mall, the gym, the library, place of worship, class, or club or gatherings like concerts or raves that make you feel more connected to people and yourself? What foods do you love so much you could have it almost everyday? And sweets, salty snacks, or both like chocolate covered pretzels. Or are you a sour patch kid? I liked warheads and sour candy a lot when I was little a lot. Makes me want gummy worms and Oreos and chocolate pudding and how we made “dirt” back in the day… So good. Just in time for Halloween! :) This or That (2 choice) or Both! Pick at least one please! Fruit Punch or Iced Tea? Burger or Nuggets? Lion or Eagle Chess or Card Games Coin Flip or Rock, Pap, Sissier? Halloween or Christmas? Gum or Mints? Saint Patrick’s Day or 4th of July? Movie Theater or Drive in? Netflix documentaries or watch reruns of nick at night shows. Hats or Bandanas. Gift Bag or Wrapped Gift Water or Gatorade Camo or Denim Fabric Camping, Tent or Cabin… Beach At night or daytime Books or Magazines Laptop or Tablet iPhone or Android Write a short novel or Create a comic book Learn to Surf or Marshal Arts Lightning or Flames which ones more cool Marvel or DC And one more… Gold or Silver Ok one more I lied… Guitar Solo or Breakdance And for the deep questions! :) Enjoy And Don’t Overthink these! :) If you could go to any play or show ever made what would it be and where? Who with? Why? If you were to raise money for charity. What would you do to earn it? Think of your talents and skills… Your dreams and gifts. To help the world rather then get rich. If you had to be raised by a group of wild animals like the jungle book. What kind of creatures would have been your family? Wolves, Panda Bears? Kangaroos?? And also, What if Mythological half man half animals like the mermaid or sentar were real? What if you could be any furry zebra cheeta printed or camouflage lizard man with a head legs/tail/ or any combo of a land animal? Or have gills to breath underwater n teethe like a shark to be vicious in the deep adventures oceans? Or fly in the air like a beautiful half butterfly lady roaming in the forest fluttering about with colorful wings. Or maybe pick a bird you love and Sore high places and talk to humans with your own voice! Like the messenger, and people would know it’s you if they met ya would prob make them faint when your in the form of a blue Jay or owl or even a hawk! :) communication is so important! Believe in the part of u that’s unique and not afraid! To hold grudges and stay mad at people? Not fun right? Does it bother you or is sweet revenge the best option sometimes? What about Karma and or Forgiveness for something almost unforgivable? What would they have to do in return if anything?

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

¤°~Ghost Marriage: Lovely Bride To Be?! Part 3°~¤

Previously... 

"STOP YOUR STEP!!"

At the end of the hall, Senior Vanrouge and Sebek were conversing with the ghosts knights. "They became angery just because of a mere joke I made about them. Such a bunch of narrow minded ghosts." Lilia jests with ignorance in his tone.

"Ugh, the guys from Diasomnia! Why did you bring these ghosts here?!" Ace yells out in fear. "You naive ghosts who dare to snarl at Lilia. I'll get rid of you guys!" Sebek said with very little amusement.

Present Time..

After the fight with the ghosts. The student's and Headmaster go to the field so ghosts won't bother them. Students who were also kicked out the school stayed at the field. "Ha...haaa. Ugh the sides of my stomach hurt so much." Ace tries to say as he and Deuce groan and grumble in pain.

"Ace, Deuce." A familiar voice spoke. "Ah, Prefect Roseheart!" The two huff out as they nod. Azul and Kalim stood next to Riddle, but Azul looks at the two with confusion. "Where is Prefect (Y/N)? Shouldn't you two be with her?" The prefect of Octavinelle points out.

The A-Deuce combo only shrug. "I think she got mixed up the crowed." Deuce says as he looks at the growing crowd of students. "How did you guys get put here?" Ace asks the three dorm leaders.

"We had gotten chased out by some ghosts that suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Even though it was valuable time for the three of us to study together." Kalim responded, while Azul shot him tired glance. "Kalim. Shouldn't it be "valuable time where we teach you about studying."?" Riddle could only sigh and cross his arms. "We almost got Kalim to understand the question..!"

"When we stayed in class, a bunch of ghosts appeared. They chased us out while saying, "this will be the brides fitting room!"" Grim watched as more students came up to them. Telling the same tale. "Everyone who was kicked out from campus has already gathered around..!"

"It seems like the whole campus has been taken away by those ghosts." Deuce said rather calmly. Ace on the other hand was more shocked than calm. "Oi! Principal, what's going on!?"

Before Mr. Crowley could respond, Ortho decided to explain. "I'll be the one to explain. You see, yesterday..." Once the young Shroud told everyone of the events that occurred. Everyone went silent. The only person who spoke after Ortho, was Riddle.

"The ghost groom has been searching for his ideal princess. Then had chosen (Y/N) as his ideal bride... That's the idea, correct?" Riddle revised as his expression was oddly calm. "WHAT!!!!" The group of NRC boys all screamed in anger and fear, a lot of other expression as well.

"We need to save her!!" Ace says immediately after the video was shown. "What will happen to (Y/N) if she does marry the Ghost Groom?!" Deuce asks the principal with fret. Mr. Crowley casted his eyes downward, with a somber voice he said.

"If (Y/N) marries the ghost prince, that is the same meaning of signing a contract. Which will mean, once the wedding is over.. SHE WILL FOLLOW HER SOON-TO-BE-HUSBAND TO THE UNDERWORLD!!!" "EEEEHHH!!!" Everyone yelled out in shock.

Mr. Crowley continues: "I put my guard down because I never would of expected someone who meets the conditions of the prince and his ideal Princess would exist in this world." Headmaster Crowley said with dread in every word he spoke.

"(Y/N)... Is going to be a ghost..!?" Epel gasps out with fear. "We can't let that happen!" Jack gruffs out as he bared his fangs. Many others agreed at helping the female student from her impending doom.

"We need to come up with a plan then!" Ortho tells the group of fired-up teens. "How about we start talking with them? We can throw a party! I bet that the ghosts will definitely let (Y/N) go if we just explain the situation."

The young Al-Asim heir suggested to his fellow peers. Rook nods, agreeing with his classmates. "A truly splendid idea, Roi d'or." A slim smile crepts on Rooks lips, "though..." The huntsman drawls out, his eyes turn a bit narrow.

"Do you think you'll be able to persuade a groom who has been searching for his bride for so long?" Rook crossed his arms over his chest as he continues on. His voice hinting with amusement. "If I was in his place, I'd never let my beloved go."

Leona growls, "so our only option is to just beat those ghost into submission." Vil scoffed at Leona and his idea. "Have you forgotten that we all ran all the way out here because we couldn't do just that." The male model said sassily with a frown gracing his painted lips. "No matter what we did, we couldn't defeat all those ghosts."

The headmaster starts to speak, "they are truly a infuriating opponent to take on. We should avoid confrontation as much as possible." Lilia starts to ponder as Crowley squawked about. "Lord Sam is well versed in the ways of ghosts and things of a spiritual nature. Shall we go see what he has to say on the matter?"

"Lord Sam... Do you mean Sam from the student store?" Deuce questioned the old fae. Lilia hums, "I was acquainted with his great grandfather." Cater starts to laugh dryly. "I still can't tell when you're joking or when your being serious... Lilia."

"Then we must make haste to the student store!" The headmaster yells as he and the others rush to Sam's shop. As soon as the shop door closed, Sam greets them. "Yo, headmaster and little demons. Whay could you be looking for that brought you all here?"

Sam chuckles and shakes his head. "Kidding! I know you're looking for something to deal with that ghost groom, right?" Sam told the group of teens and headmaster. Riddle is perplexed by Sam and his words. "This speeds things up but it sounds like you knew we would end up here."

Sam starts to laugh once more. "My friends on the other side bring me all kinds of info." Soon Sam's voice quickly turns less cheerful. "But things are getting really dicey. Ghost are tied to this world by a really powerful "lingering attachment".

Sam explained more in depth on what he meant. How they still come back because of the "attachment". "And as long is it remains, they'll keep comin' back." Grim felt realization struck him like lightning. "That's why the ghost of Ramshackle keep coming back!"

"Bingo! Precisely. That's why ghosts are so hard to handle." Ortho asked how they can save (Y/N), saying there was no such item like that to get rid of the ghost permanently. Sam grins and says, "IN STOCK NOW!" Azul looks at Sam selection while Leona tsks.

"Groom and brides are especially quick to meet tragedy. So they turn into ghosts all the time." Sam then holds up a item, "to get rid of a ghost groom. You need the "ring of severance." Slide this ring onto the host's left finger while saying "I shall love you till death do us part." And it will forcibly send him to the other side."

"How could (Y/N) give this to him? She's not even here!" Vil said as he picks up the small ring. Crowley gasped as he remembers something about the ghost groom. "Hold on a moment, the ghost groom was a boy who loved a challenge."

"So if one of you asked for (Y/N)'s hand. He'll see it as a duel for her hand in marriage, you don't have to win. But you must be able to give her the ring and tell her what to say." Lilia giggles at the crows plan. "It'll be fun to watch the drama unfold by stealing someone's bride."

"We shall call this plan... "Operation, Lovely Bride To Never Be!"" The headmaster said confidently, "it's a bit long for a name." Ace mutters under his breath. "Now I must decide on who the grooms will be for his plan." Crowley exclaimed as the male students to crowd and shout. "I'll do it!" "Let me do it!" "As if!"

The headmaster started to sweat with nervousness stirring in him. The gleaming eyes of the students were scaring him! It was almost as if each student was ready to take a role as a groom by ANY means necessary. Which it seemed like the students were readying themselves for.

"Alright alright! Will do a vote! I will write down all of your names and put them in my hat. I'll choose four grooms for this operation. So that means four names will be drawn." Mr. Crowley says with a exasperated look on his face.

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(Y/N) sat in the far corner of the "fitting room." She held a blank expression as she looks at herself. She wore a beautiful wedding (gown/suit/ect) as her hair was spruced up and was placed into a (loose/ponytail/ect). A (white/gold/silver) tiara with a veil attached to it was on her head. (Y/N) wanted to rip the thing off her, but then the ghost would force the item back onto her head again.

Sighing and cursing under her breath. (Y/N) felt queasy, or maybe it was because she hadn't ate anything yet. This was all happening so fast! (Y/N) did not want to be married to this ghost groom. She hoped that her friends would find a way to get too her before the wedding started.

"Bleh..." The female utters as she looks at her bare feet. A knock was heard on the door as a soft "coming in" was heard. A slim ghost that wore a white suite appears in front of her. He was the nanny of the ghost groom.

"Come, my dear lady. Your fiance is waiting, he needs your help with decorations and would like your words on it." (Y/N) felt herself become stiff, but agrees. Playing along was her better chance of escaping her "wedding". "Of course," (Y/N) said politely as she walks with nanny ghost.

The two reach the cafeteria, now transformed with pretty decorations and tombstones. Along with dark blue flowers and white sheets cover each table. The nanny smiles at his prince with nostalgia. "It seems like only yesterday you were a small child. Trying to find follow your dream and find your dear princess. A dream you lost long ago with your life as well. What a cruel twist of fate." The nanny said as his voice started to crack.

"If only I had arrived at your room faster, I could of helped you escape..." The sweet prince smiles at his caretaker. "It is alright now, know need to bring up the past. Don't let all that stuff bring you down."

The young princes smile never faltered. "Besides, going through all that pain and sadness is what allowed me to meet (Y/N)!" His caretaker could feel his spirits lift at the princes words. "Oh prince Elias, you are always so courageous and strong."

(Y/N) could feel her heart cry at what she heard. She didn't know that... Breathing in a gulp of air, she slowly walks closer to the two. 'It's gonna be okay..' "You did a great job Elias." (Y/N) said as she gives him a small smile.

The ghost groom returns her smile tenfold as he looks at his bride. "My goodness, (Y/N)! You look just as beautiful as a.. Well beautiful than an' undead flower!" Elias said happily, (Y/N) giggles at his childish wording.

"Thanks." The caretaker gives the two a tender look. "You both are just perfect for one another. Prince Elias, we must get you ready before nightfall. You have to look your best for your princess."

The caretaker jests as he pushes the prince out of the cafeteria. "Wha- but I wanted to-!" "No sir, you must get ready. *Sigh* your still a stubborn little boy too." Elias waves at (Y/N), "I shall see you soon, my love!"

Once the two were gone, the ghost soldiers take (Y/N) back to the dressing room. Before the door closed, (Y/N) asks them something. "Can I please have something to eat? I haven't ate in a few hours."

To be continued...

(Okay, part three was supposed to be the end of the series. But that didn't happen, so I'll do my best to make sure part four is the last installment. I really wanna get to work for the Halloween event for Twst and a bunch of other stories I wanna put on this account! But I have to wait until I finish part four. Thanks for reading!)

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #nrc #ghost marriage #ghost marriage event #Riddle Roseheart x reader #Ace Trappola x reader #Epel Felmier x reader #Rook Hunt x reader

[dont-be-ugly]

The Five Times Y/N teased Bucky, and the one time he finally got back at her

Summary: Part two of Angels and Bar Accidents. Y/N and Bucky are forced to stay at the tower alone for a week, while the rest of the Avengers go out on various missions, vacations, and family reunions (for the alive family members, of course).

MONDAY

They didn’t notice the absence of anyone until it was to late. There was a note on the table stating everyone had went out on various things, and the first to be back home would be Tony. They had the whole tower to themselves. Y/N was walking around in one of Bucky’s sweaters, and short shorts, with her hair pulled back, while Bucky was sitting eating with no shirt and jeans.

Y/N was humming ‘Rasputin’ quietly, while searching the cabinets for something. “What are you looking for, doll?” Bucky asked. “My lollipops. I want something sweet, but not to sweet.” She answers, standing on a stool, trying to reach the top shelf. She sighs, her wings fluttering softly. The area was to small for her 10ft wingspan, and she couldn’t quite reach the top shelf with her 5ft 3in self.

“Bucky.... could you help me?” she sighs, yet again. “Sure thing, doll” Bucky laughs. He walks over to where the young girl is, and grabs her lollipops with ease. “You really are a doll. Cute, innocent, sweet, and small.” He teases. “Rude!” She exclaims, handing him a blue raspberry lollipop. “Thanks” he says, unwrapping the wrapper, and setting the it on his tongue.

“No problem!” She smiles, grabbing a watermelon lollipop. She unwraps it and sets it in her mouth. She continues humming, as she walks over, and sits across from where Bucky’s seat was, muttering something about innocence. She absentmindedly scrolled through Twitter. She had her hand on the stick of the lollipop, twirling it around her mouth.

Bucky sat down, watching Y/N silently. He was staring more specifically at the lollipop in her mouth. He knew she was doing it absentmindedly, she needed to keep her hands on something (wink wink) but she was also teasing him. She didn’t notice, of course. But she was. Y/N felt his eyes on her and looked up. “Can I help you?” She giggled, now noticing what she was doing. “In more ways than one.” He replied, seriously.

She smirked, got up, and walked over to Bucky. “Too bad.” She gave him a kiss, him tasting watermelon, her tasting blue raspberry. She pulled away, and skipped off, knowing this would rile him up.

If only he got his hands on her.

TUESDAY

Y/N was usually neutral when it came to heat and being cold. So, when the next day rolled around, she had to switch from sweater, to crop top, just to avoid the scorching heat. She sighed, before getting the best idea. She knew she was absentmindedly teased him yesterday, and played into it, so why not mess with him today?

Y/N knew teasing Bucky was dangerous ground, but adrenaline kept her from stopping. She had only ever teased him once purposely, and that lasted three days. She slipped on her favorite dark red crop top, it was almost see through, lacy, and sleeveless. Perfect combo.

She walked in the kitchen and grabbed a popsicle, opening the wrapper, before heading out to the training room. Bucky was training, as per usual, not paying attention until he heard the close. “Hey doll.” He said, walking over to her. He went to hug her but she slipped past him. “Don’t touch me, you, babe, are very sweaty. Sweat is gross.” She makes a disgusted face. “Fair enough.” He chuckles, and heads back to the punching bag. Y/N watches, licking and sucking on her popsicle.

He doesn’t notice at first, but eventually catches on. “You’re walking in dangerous ground, doll. Stop teasing me.” He says seriously. Y/N just smirks, turns around, and walks off, purposely swaying her hips a little more than usual. She waits just by the door, and laughs when she hears the frustrated noises coming from the room.

If only he got his hands on her.

WEDNESDAY

Today was accidental. Y/N was wearing one of Bucky’s shirts, with no shorts underneath. Bucky had it planned, where she would attempt to get a lollipop, which was in a new cabinet, on the highest shelf, and had to ask him for help.

She fell almost into his trap. Almost. Here she was, standing on the all-to-familiar stool, reaching for her lollipops, the shirt lifting, and leaving almost nothing to his imagination. He silently shifts. She turns around and steps down, now looking at Bucky’s frustrated face. “Like the view?” Y/N laughed.

“You’re teasing me again.” Bucky wines. “Whoops.” And with that, she walked out.

If only he got his hands on her.

THURSDAY

They had gotten an invite from Tony, who was still on vacation, to a gala happening the Monday after he gets back. That meant Y/N had to try on dresses. And had to get someone’s opinion. She had been lucky to slip out of his grasp, but he was getting more and more riled up about it. They both knew that when he fought Y/N, she would never tease him like this again.

“Last dress, I promise!” She pipes, walking in the kitchen. It was a gold dress, that went to her upper thigh, cut out holes on the sides where her hips where, thin straps, and a V neck that left little to anyone’s imagination. He sat, jaw dropped, admiring his girlfriend’s figure.

“I take it you like it, huh, Buckaroo?” She giggles. He clears his throat, standing to approach her, but as soon as he gets 10ft away, she runs.

If only he got his hands on her.

FRIDAY

Y/N had somehow managed to, not only avoid being near Bucky for to long, but convince him to go swimming with her. He was overly frustrated, and her in a swimsuit didn’t help. It was a dark red bikini, laced around the edges, thin straps, and was somewhat see through.

He had managed to keep a straight face for five minutes, before he finally broke. He grabbed Y/N, careful to to hurt her. “I forgot my wallet at the tower. Could you teleport us?” He lied. He felt bad lying to her, but she had been teasing him all day for the past four days, today the fifth. He wouldn’t let her escape this time.

“Yeah, sure.” She teleported them back, and before she could run, he had his hand around her neck, and her pinned against the wall. He squeezed slightly, but not enough to hurt Y/N. “You’ve been teasing me doll. All. Damn. Week. And I’m not going to escape for a fifth time. Now, will you behave? Or will I have to add to your punishment?”

#Bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #angel!reader #winged!reader

[avaritia-apotheosis]

Phantom Children [DP x Batman Crossover] Ch. 1

Disclaimer: It's been a while since I watched DP and the only Batman/DC stuff I've interacted with are B:TAS, the JL cartoons, and what I got from fandom osmosis so don't expect any sort of canon compliance.

In Which: the author takes advantage of the passage of time in Nanda Parbat being wonky and Danny doesn't give up, per se, but is sort of resigned to being stuck with the League of Assassins until further notice.

AO3 | Prologue | [ 1 ] | 2 |

CW for descriptions of non-consensual drug use (if there's anything you guys would like me to tag, please tell me)

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WHEN SOMETHING WENT WRONG WITH DANNY’S LIFE, it was usually because of one or two things: Ghosts or Vlad. And considering their truce and how even Vlad wouldn’t go this far (at least, Danny hoped), Danny was kidnapped because of ghosts. Or his association with ghosts.

Though how an organization of ninja-assassins got wind of his ‘unique’ circumstance was beyond him. The shackles they slapped on his wrists were more a formality than anything after the second time he tried to escape them with intangibility. The only reason they managed to get him contained the entire trip from Amity Park to wherever the fuck Nanda Parbat lay was because of the cocktail of drugs they pumped into his system spiked with blood blossoms.

Danny had to give it to them. The League of Assassins might not have any anti-ecto weaponry, but they did their homework.

He barely remembered the trip. He catches flashes—blurry figures and words he couldn’t comprehend. A warm hand holding his, a thumb rubbing smooth circles on the back of his palm and calloused fingers running through his hair.

When he awoke, it was in a room bigger than his bedroom. His ankle was shackled to a bedpost, and the only door leading out was locked. There was a separate room for the bathroom off to the side and a shelf stacked with books decorating the otherwise bare walls, but other than that there wasn’t much else. Not even windows.

Intangibility, he learned, wasn’t an option. The blood blossoms in his bloodstream were still in circulation, rendering his transformation useless. If his nose was right, his captors were pumping blood blossoms from the vents. The sickly sweet of the flower was faint in the cool air, but the slight red haze that persisted in the room was unmistakable.

He tried, regardless. The rings barely made it half-way before his knees buckled and he started retching all over the floor. At least his stomach was empty.

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Danny doesn’t know how long he’s been in Nanda Parbat. Time moved differently here. Faster, he thought. He doesn’t really understand how or why, though sometimes he wondered what Clockwork thought of all of this.

(There are times, in the darkness and solitude of his cell, when Danny would call for Clockwork to rescue him. Quietly, so quietly, it was barely even a whisper. But Clockwork would hear it—Danny was sure he would. Clockwork helped him out before, so this time shouldn’t be all that different. But at the end of the night, nothingness would answer him. And Danny had to learn over and over again that even the Ghost of Time had his own rules to follow.)

It had taken a few days and Talia nearly biting the head off of the League’s physician for them to realize that blood blossoms would be an awful way to contain him. Effective at immobilizing him, yes, but the flowers left him about as helpless as Superman in a kryptonite cave.

“It all works out in the end,” Talia would say. “The blossoms were never going to become a long-term solution; you might end up developing an immunity to them given enough exposure.”

Though knowing now what Talia’s ‘long-term plan’ was for making sure Danny didn’t slip through the walls of the headquarters and fly across the ocean, Danny would rather take his chances with the blood blossoms.

Danny might not have been as smart as Vlad, but he was tricky and creative when he needed to be. He knows he’s powerful. And sure, he might forget some of his own abilities every now and then, but that doesn’t mean he can’t use them. In the time he’s been stuck in the Leage’s lair (and coherent), Danny had thought of a dozen escape plans, each one with a high chance of success. If he made an attempt, he could guarantee the League wouldn’t notice until he was a quarter-way across the globe.

Escaping wasn’t the problem. That would be the easy part.

His core burned at the thought of it. And it hurt—as if his entire being was dunked in a vat of dry ice and left to freeze. He hated how he was here and everything that he was protecting was far. Away.

Danny wanted to go home. Wanted to read comic books in his bed, play Doom with Tucker and Sam, sleep in class and make fun of the Box Ghost. He wants to eat his mom’s food, even if there’s a fifty-fifty chance that it would come alive and try to eat him instead. He wants to listen to Jazz try to psychoanalyze his problems. Wants to go fishing with his dad and eat his famous chocolate fudge. Wants to fly above the skies of Amity Park and touch what little he can of the universe before he’s called down again.

Amity Park is his haunt. His Home. The soft hum of the Ghost Portal in the basement a lullaby he’s listened to for so long that sleeping without it was next to impossible. Every fiber of his being craved to go back because how is he supposed to protect Amity if he isn’t there?

But to go back meant sacrificing everyone.

Danny doesn’t risk it.

(The—the last time was an accident. If Danny isn’t—if he isn’t careful, this time it may be an assassination. He refused to have his family’s death on his hands again.)

He has faith in Sam, Tucker, and Jazz to hold down the fort until he could find a way to escape. They’re smart. Smarter than him. They’ll work something out and—in a worst-case scenario, they’ll find a way to shut down the Ghost Portal to stop the ghosts from coming through.

Logic meant nothing to his ghost core, though. The next best thing to do was to drown out his worries with the League’s rigorous education.

Hand-to-hand and weapons combat. Geography. History. Dozens of foreign languages. Poisons and herbology and basic first-aid. His days are packed with new things to learn and to repeat until it’s drilled into his skull so deep he could recite the information in his sleep. (Hyosycamus niger, aka Henbane. Every part is highly toxic and can cause dizziness, stupor, insanity, and eventual death. It’s medicinal uses range from--)

The League demanded perfection. The Demon’s Head demanded even more than that.

Talia oversaw his education. Sometimes, there would be another, older, man by her side, observing his regimen with cold calculation. Whenever that man arrived, Danny’s instructors were always stricter.

His teachers made little effort to interact with him outside of their set schedule, and during his lessons they only ever answer pertinent questions. He supposed there would be other students of the League in Nanda Parbat, but he’s seen neither hide nor hair of them. His rooms (a bedroom + bathroom combo that led out into a large indoor space for training) are separate from everything else.

Danny slept alone, ate alone, and trained alone. And for a boy who has had his two best friends stuck to his side like glue for as long as he could remember, it’s a terribly lonely experience.

His shadow guards don’t count. They might as well be another piece of furniture. Another stone in the wall.

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Talia was the only one that broke his new mundane routine, as much as she was the cause of it. She was his only source of companionship in this hell hole; the only one who would really speak to him. And yeah, he knew why that was. Jazz had rambled on enough about Stockholm syndrome to know that this ‘arrangement’ was Talia’s attempts at forging a bond between them. But godit’s just so hard to be stuck inside your own mind all day when. It made him think too much. Worry. (Whatifwhatifwhatifwhatif).

And then—

And then.

Danny had asked Talia a multitude of questions, but only two did she ever answer. Both asked when he was still trying to flush the drug cocktail and the blood blossoms from his system.

The first was when he asked, “Why am I here?” She answered that it was because Ra’s al Ghul, her father, wanted him. He had knowledge the Demon’s Head wanted; powers that Ra’s could only ever dream of. The man was curious—though Talia assured him over and over again that Danny wouldn’t be vivisected and studied for science.

The second answer came right after when Danny asked her “How could you be so sure?”

Talia smiled. Lacquered fingers coming up to brush away the dark strands that fell over his face. Her hands traced the curve of his jaw, cupping his cheeks to raise his eyes to hers. “Because you are my son,” she said, voice honey sweet.

He jerked from her hold.

Burned by it.

“You’re lying,” he spat. “I’m already someone else’s son. Try again.”

Talia let her hands drop to her sides. “You are my son.” She took a step closer towards him. Steady. Firm. “That is why you are here.”

“I don’t believe you.”

A pitying smile. “Be that as it may, you cannot change the truth.” She approached him, slowly backing him against the wall before she reached out to tilt his chin upwards. Some traitorous part of Danny’s mind catalogued her features. Made connections that shouldn’t exist. “I have carried you in my womb, Daniel. You were a part of me for so very long and I loved you more with each passing day. You are of my body and of my blood—not matter how much you may deny it.”

“No.” He pushed her hands away and raked his hands over his hair. “You’re lying.” She must be. They don’t look alike. Not at all. Everyone always said he was his dad’s—Jack Fenton’s—exact copy. Black haired and blue eyed and sharp-jawed. Awkward but well-meaning and with a heart of gold, his mother said. It was once of the facts of life; Danny took after his dad, and Jazz took after their mom. Simple as that.

(There is a memory resurfacing from his early childhood that Danny is desperately trying to repress again. Memories of kids teasing him on the playground, innocently cruel in the way only children can be as they tried to convince him he was adopted. That his skin looked nothing like his parents’. Dusky where his parents and sister were fair. He went home crying to his parents that same day, and they soothed away his worries with hushed words and a well-timed distraction.)

He asked no more questions after that. Talia was lying to him for some reason, and no answer she could give would be trustworthy anyways. What little of him he could see in her was only a figment of his own imagination. His mind playing cruel tricks.

Then his hopes were dashed aside when Talia showed him a picture of his father a day later.

The man in the photo looked like him. Black haired and eyes the same shade of too-bright blue. There were differences, of course. The man in the photograph was fairer, unlike Danny. He was taller and broader where Danny was lean and lanky. But despite this and all the other minute differences, this man who was supposed to be Danny’s biological father looked like him.

The same slant of the brow. The same shape of the eyes. The way the man held himself with this sense of gravitas and power that Danny couldn’t yet do in his awkward teenage years but had seen before. In a monster another man.

Danny’s future self was terrifying in its inhumanity, but it didn’t take that much of an imagination to know that he looked almost exactly like the man in the picture.

#danny phantom #batman #danny phantom x batman crossover #cw; drug use #phantom children.txt

[acraftedmistake]

Harper and Ivor Swap AU Concept art!!

Gonna ramble about them a lil below!

Ivor’s swapped design--I knew what I wanted to do with him immediately. I wanted my man to wear some GOGGLES (which were originally gonna be black but changed em to orange like Harper’s!) I was going for a steampunk sorta vibes and made his outfit look pretty tight? Unsnug? Ivor shaped? Not loose.

Harper’s design I struggled with at first, I wanted to give off a magical/mage vibe and had her contrast Ivor’s design by making her clothes much more longer and loose! She’s a lot more smooth n round while Ivor’s got the edges. 

(Side note but trying to figure out Harper’s outfit took a while cause at first I had NO idea what to do. I’d give her loose clothes then underneath she wore tighter ones, but it kept feelin off to me. I randomly got the idea to make her have oversized sleeves and uh!! That worked out!! She’d probably smack someone with said-sleeves.)

For their color schemes, I’d try to add some of Ivor’s colors into Harper’s Alt. Design and vise versa! Ivor had some weird, dull, swamp like green. It was the most prominent color, so wanted to make Swapped Harper’s cloak have some of that! Also noticed Ivor did have bits of yellow in him, there wasn’t much, so only gave Harper a lil of that as well!  Original Ivor’s belt had blue right in the center, I believe it was his color in the amulet, and wanted to give Harper something like that too, since her Swapped Counterpart is a part of the Order! (It’s the clip/buckle that’s holding her hood together!!!)

Same can be said for Ivor! Original Harper had buttons, gloves, and of course--goggles, so I wanted to make sure those elements were in Swapped Ivor’s design. S!Ivor’s color scheme does have some of Harper’s colors in there, such as that dusty gold and brown... It’s a real nice color combo! I think he looks rather snazzy.....

Ivor’s hair was kept the same but GOD Harper was a HASSLE to figure out. I like to think she changes her hairstyle a lot, but I ended up keeping her hair in the same style as her Canon self! She does put her hair into a big ol’ ponytail a lot!! 

Swapped Ivor and Harper’s comics contrast each other too! Harper’s comic is, like her, real round/soft. There’s white specks, comic panels are curved, and I used a lot of cool colors for her! Swapped Ivor’s comic was rigid, lotta edges, I added some redstone dust and blocks that could be used with redstone in the background to work with his inventor vibes, AND I used warm colors throughout his comic too!! 

AnyWHO that’s my ramble about the two!! They were fun to design and draw! ;<;b

#mcsm #minecraft story mode #mcsm harper #mcsm ivor #art #thank u for tuning into my long ramble #Ivor's colors were frustrating to figure out at first smh >:/ #do like those variations of harper's hair tho... snazzy

[spartanguard]

partners

summary: SVU detective Emma Swan's new partner is not what she expected. Thankfully, that's a good thing.

A/n: So I've been watching a LOT of Law & Order: SVU lately and when I got to the episodes where Stabler was partnered with Dani Beck, it just smacked with CS feels. This is just a bit of exploration of that, in honor of @optomisticgirl​ ‘s birthday!!

B—HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Thank you for being the most amazing friend, and the best person to bounce crazy fic ideas off of (like this). I hope you have the most amazing day and I love you!!!!

Note: While there isn't any actual sexual violence in this story, it is an SVU AU, so it's mentioned.

rated T | 2.3k words | AO3

She met him while he was trying to arrest a perp who’d just walked.

“Are you Detective Swan?” he’d asked, and she immediately noticed his accent—the way it wrapped around her last name in a way that sent a shiver down her spine, but it was hard to tell if it was in a good way or not.

“Yeah, that’s me,” she tossed back.

“I’m your new partner. Killian Jones.”

She shook his offered hand (only later noticing he only had the one) and wondered—just what the hell were they about to get into?

[He was her second new partner in as many weeks. Graham, who she’d worked with since she joined the unit, had enough with special victims—with Boston in general—and had taken up some smalltown sheriff gig in Maine. Emma knew he’d be happier there, but it kind of left her in the lurch. They’d sent someone new over the week before, but her style didn’t gel with Mulan’s quite well enough—the woman was a damn fine detective but just...too different.]

Jones was new to special victims, transferring in on the recommendation of the captain at his previous precinct, where he’d worked in homicide. The dead victims, he was used to; the live ones—not so much.

It was pretty obvious on their first case together, when they were interviewing the young girl in the hospital. Emma—she’d seen enough of the world’s shitty side that little phazed her any more; growing up in the foster system made her uniquely suited to this line of work.

But Killian? He was visibly upset; she had to physically restrain him from running out of the hospital to start tracking down the culprit, holding him back by the sleeve of his leather jacket. They hardly had a lead on this. Something could be said for enthusiasm, but that didn’t excuse jumping ahead of themselves. That’s how you got into trouble—that was how criminals got away with murder (literally); she’d done that enough for the both of them, and had a feeling he had, too.

She felt they had a lot in common, actually; there was an obvious affinity for leather coats, but past that, there was something familiar in his eyes. Not that she’d met him before, or anything—just something in the determined set of his gaze when interviewing a suspect, in the empathetic way he handled the victim.

She still wasn’t sure if that was good or not, especially when he almost forgot protocol—almost lost them evidence—by rushing in too soon.

And she was half ready to walk into Captain Mills’ office to request a new partner (again) when she found him asleep at his desk with what could only be described as a murderboard spread out behind him. He looked younger and softer in his sleep, impossibly gorgeous with the way his long lashes rested on his cheekbones and gentle breaths from his full lips—and none of that was really pertinent, because the man had just researched his way to a solved case.

“Just who are you, Killian Jones?” she asked when she later woke him up with coffee and a bear claw (biting back a comment on the rumpled state of his usually pristine waistcoat-and-dress shirt combo).

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he drawled, holding her gaze intently before taking a long pull from his cup.

She knew she shouldn’t, but damn, did she.

It wasn’t until a couple cases later that she began to put together the pieces of him. It had been a doozy of a kidnapping, and he’d been on edge the whole time—right until they finally tracked down the little boy who’d been abducted. Emma slapped the cuffs on the miserable excuse for a father who’d taken him and Killian pulled the boy into his arms, visibly deflating once he knew he was safe.

She dragged him to their unit’s favorite bar that night and slid a glass of rum in front of him, along with the directive to “Talk.”

He downed it in one shot, then worried his bottom lip (much to Emma’s distraction) before saying, “Have I mentioned I have a daughter?”

Her eyebrows rose in surprise, but she let him explain without interruption. Her name was Alice; she was 8. He had sole custody, and with good reason: her mother, his ex-girlfriend, had kidnapped her from his apartment when she was only a few years old. “It’s the most scared I’ve ever been,” he confessed. “And today...it’s like I was right back in that moment.”

“I don’t blame you,” she replied, then finished her own whiskey. This was probably where she should drop some of her own tragic backstory, right? Like the scumbag who left her pregnant at 17, and the baby boy she put up for adoption? “Props to you for doing it on your own. I obviously couldn't.”

“Don’t beat yourself up, love; you gave him his best chance.” He gently set his hand over hers on the bar and she froze; not because he was cold—quite the opposite, actually—but between that tiny gesture of support and the understanding in those too-blue eyes, she felt more seen than she had by anyone in ages, even Graham.

It was suddenly too much, too intimate, and she yanked her hand away and ordered another drink. “Is your ex the name on your tattoo?” she asked, trying to put some space in between them (physically and emotionally).

It worked. He sat back up and tugged his right sleeve down with his prosthesis, hiding the ink, and she could almost see the walls go back up between them. “No. That’s...another story. For another time.” He stood and tossed some cash on the counter. “Alice is with my neighbor; I better go get her. See you ‘round.” And he left hastily.

It was what she wanted to happen. He’d suddenly gotten too close. So why did she feel like such an ass about it?

She was going to apologize at their next shift, but they got thrown into another case. And then another after it. It was a different kind of intense—a different kind of intimate—than that moment in the bar; very quickly, she had to trust him, and vice versa. That was something neither were predisposed to, but were managing to do...honestly, better than she had with anyone.

After putting another rapist behind bars, Killian said with a smirk, “I don’t mean to upset you, Swan, but I think we make quite the team.” And he winked (well, tried to), and she just blushed back, like she was a teenager in love all over again. That fact that would normally send her running but, for the first time in years, she wasn’t opposed to it—except for, y’know, the fact that he was her partner and they were coworkers and HR generally looked down on that kind of thing.

She doubted he was interested, anyway. They hadn’t really done anything outside of work since that night; he was always quick to get home to Alice, and she didn’t fault him that—especially when she finally met the kid, who was clearly her father’s daughter in all the best ways.

They got a call for a case late one weeknight; Emma easily beat him to the scene, since he had to make sure his neighbor could watch Alice at such an ungodly hour. She handed him a coffee when he got there and they made their way to the ME, to get the rundown on the vic. 

Emma had been paying attention, but it shifted from the examiner to Killian pretty quickly; he stiffened at the description of what had been done to the victim, then when white as the sheet covering her when it was pulled back.

“Eloise,” he whispered, like he’d seen a ghost.

“Wait—as in…?”

He nodded. “Aye. Alice’s mum.”

“Shit.”

They got what little information they could from the scene and then started to head for the precinct, but he was shaking so much, she insisted on driving.

“Are you gonna be alright?” she asked.

He let out a hollow chuckle. “No, probably not.” Then, one long breath later, “It was Gold.”

She nearly missed their turn at that. “Gold? As in, the mysterious Mr. Gold, owner of the pawn store chain?”

“One and the same,” Killian said, scrubbing a hand down his face. “It’s the same as with Milah.”

She would have asked who that was, but he was resting his prosthesis over the spot on his arm where she knew the tattoo was. And she got a sinking feeling in her stomach that this was going to be a rough case.

Once they got to the office (and she got some more coffee in him), Killian explained: Milah was his ex, his first love—but also Gold’s wife. And while Gold was well-known for being a shady individual, no one had ever been able to pin anything on him.

But Gold did find out about their affair, and Killian came home one day to find Milah—dead, attacked and killed in the same way Eloise had been hours ago. He wasn’t sure what their connection was—and he didn’t think Gold knew about his to Eloise, especially since she’d only been released from jail last week—“But I know it’s him. And I’m going to prove it this time.”

(Apparently, last time had ended with him getting into an altercation with one of Gold’s lackeys. He escaped with his life, but not with his left hand.)

Milah’s case had gone cold, but given the similarities, they were able to pull the files. It took a few weeks—several late nights, more than a few breakdowns, many tears (mostly Killian’s, but Emma’s and Alice’s as well) before they finally—finally—had the evidence to pin both murders on Gold.

Tracking him down was another thing altogether, but they finally caught up with him in his penthouse apartment. To no one’s surprise, he didn’t go willingly; a fistfight broke out between he and Killian. 

She was scared she’d have to intervene, knowing how personal it was. By the end of it, Killian had a black eye and a bloody lip, but Gold was in handcuffs, tossed unceremoniously in the back of a squad car. 

Killian watched the vehicle pull away, then turned to Emma, and wrapped his arms around her in a bruising hug. 

In any other situation, she would have gone stiff with shock, but she didn’t hesitate to lean right into him. Her desire to comfort him after that was just as strong as his need for comfort. 

But then he pulled back, cupped her cheek, and pressed his lips to hers. 

That did take her by surprise. 

But she was equally quick to reciprocate. 

Just as fast, it was over and he was walking away, leaving her utterly confused. Logically, she knew it was probably just an emotional reaction—a one-time thing. 

However: he kissed her like he meant it. She was familiar with empty kisses and single-night flings—and that...was a whole lot more. 

And she couldn’t deny it any longer: she wanted that more. 

She arrived at the precinct early the next morning, hoping to beat him there so they could talk about whatever that had been. She’d even gotten up an hour before she usually did so she could get them good coffee. But he was already there, filling out forms at his desk. 

“Hey,” she said, suddenly feeling incredibly awkward as she put the cup on his desk. “You taking care of the reports?”

“Um, yeah,” he stammered, pointedly focusing on the paperwork and not her. 

She glanced down at the desk, and that wasn’t a report—that was a transfer form. “You want to leave?” she whispered, the familiar pain of betrayal washing over her. He didn’t want to be her partner anymore? 

“Emma, I can’t stay here,” he said, only somewhat apologetic. (Also, though she didn’t realize it at the moment, it was the first time he’d used her given name.) “After this last case...it just wouldn’t be good form.”

“Fuck your good form, Jones!” she cried. “How can you say that, after everything these past few months? After last night?”

Calmly, he stood up and moved into her space. “I can’t be your partner any more, Emma,” he said, reaching up to brush her hair behind her ear. “Because I want to be more than that. And last I checked, Captain Mills frowned upon inter-unit relations.”

That was true; she really did, more than most. But then the reality of what Killian was saying hit: “You...you’d give up your position for me?”

“Aye,” he answered, simply, like it wasn’t the heaviest thing anyone had ever told her. 

What else was she supposed to do after a confession like that but kiss him? She rose up on her toes, gripped the lapels of his waistcoat, and found his lips with hers. He didn’t hesitate to pull her close and she was exceedingly glad no one else was in the squad room, because she’d never quite been kissed so closely to within an inch of her life as she’d been then.

(Also, it was a good thing no one was around when he pushed her onto his desk to deepen it further. If Captain Mills later noticed the forms were a bit crumpled, she didn’t say anything.) 

Killian ended up transferring back to his old precinct, old job. It turned out they missed him. Emma knew exactly why; her next partner, David, was great, but no match. 

Good thing she got to go home to Killian—and Alice—every night. 

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#cs ff #cs modern au #cs detective au #happy birthday #optomisticgirl #my ff

[kiirokero]

Emacity (PJM)

Emacity: The desire or fondness of buying

Part of the “Protect the Village!” Oneshot Series!

Masterlist

Pairing: DeliveryBoy!Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romance, mutual pining (kinda) 

Note: April will be my hibernation month lol

Summary: Whoever invented online shopping? A genius. Whoever hired Park Jimin to be the town’s delivery boy? An even bigger genius.

Word Count: 2.2k

      You wouldn’t call yourself a shopaholic. It’s not like you had an addiction to the point of needing an intervention. You knew what was a dumb purchase and what was a personal purchase. You actively searched high and low for coupons and discounts. You never bought something that you knew would end up in the garbage after one use. You were a responsible shopper. But shopping was like a hobby. 

      You were lucky enough to have the money to spoil yourself. You worked a well-paying job as a translator for businesses that are trying to branch out to new countries while also offering online language classes to international students. Switching between Korean, English, Spanish, AND French usually gave you a headache. And trying to translate a word that didn’t really exist in other languages was exhausting, but it paid well. 

And it gave you opportunities to see Jimin. 

      Park Jimin, Bangtan Village’s delivery boy. Worked at the post office seemingly 24/7 and is always voted employee of the month. Has a smile that’s permanently painted on his face and is as kind as a saint. What’s not to love about him? Besides that fact that his eyes sparkle with the same elegance as polished amber. Or the fact that his skin is perfectly smooth. Or that he emits an aura of confidence and stability. 

      Not that you know, but you can feel it. You and Jimin exchanged few words on the occasions when you get to see him. Simple, “Hey! How are you?” ’s and “Long time no see!” ‘s. But each word that reaches your ears are pieces of gold to you. You and Jimin didn’t really know each other, but you’d like to say that if you waved to him out in town, he’d wave back. 

      Your friend, Namjoon, liked to call you a lovesick idiot. Whenever you gushed to him about how Jimin smiled at you, he’d shake his head and say, “You’re a hopeless romantic and it’s tiring to me,” And today was like no other. 

      “I’m telling you, Namjoon! He has the cutest smile,” You sighed, watching your best friend work on his current project, Yoongi’s car. “I know, you’ve told me several times before,” He groaned, lifting his head from the machinery under the hood and looking at you with an unimpressed look. Absentmindedly wiping off his oily hands on his black stained hand towel. 

     “Why don’t you just talk to the dude? You know several languages yet you can’t communicate to a boy who speaks your native language?” He pointed out, leaning his hip up against the black car. “I may be able to chew you out in French, but I don’t speak ‘extrovert’” You argued back, a sly smirk on your face. 

    Namjoon rolled his eyes with a small smile, “You’re impossible,” He chuckled, “But you really should talk to him. You never know~ He may think you’re cute too~” He teased, dodging the spare hand towel you threw at him. “Stop teasing!” You whined, “You know I can’t, I’ll make a fool of myself and end up confessing to him in Spanish or something,” You groaned, slumping in your seat. 

     Namjoon tilted his head in confusion, “How do you accidentally switch to a whole other language,” He asked. “Trust me... It’s happened before...” You cringed, shivering at the less-than flattering memory. “Well... Maybe you should express it non-verbally?” He suggested, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly as he went back to tampering with Yoongi’s car. 

      “I appreciate your advice, Joon, but I don’t think I can even work up the courage to confess, verbally or not.” You sighed, giving Namjoon a somber look to which he responded with a comforting smile. Namjoon went back to work and you checked the time on your phone. 2:22pm. 

    “Shoot, I gotta go,” You said, standing up and grabbing your bag. “Why? I thought you didn’t teach on Wednesdays?” Namjoon asked, still working on the car. “I don’t but, I’m expecting a package,” You smiled to yourself. “You memorized when Jimin comes to deliver your packages? That’s kinda creepy Y/n,” Namjoon insinuated, squinting his eyes at you.

     You gasped, “Is not! I’ve just noticed that he always comes around 3pm... and I want to be there when my new keyboard comes.” You crossed your arms in defence. “Mhmm, go on then,” Namjoon chuckled, and you stomped your way out of his workshop back to your house. 

     You wait anxiously for a knock on your door. You sit on the couch, fiddling with the blanket that was draped over your lap. If you were being honest with yourself, you were more excited about seeing Jimin than getting your new peach-pink keyboard to complete your soft pastel desk setup. 

      You knew Namjoon was right about you being a lovesick idiot; you were in deep, and you haven’t even hung out with the man! You scoffed to yourself, shaking your head at the way his smile made your heart rate pick up and palms clammy. Maybe you could take Namjoon’s advice and invite him on a date. Not necessarily come completely clean and admit you were head over heels, but ease your way in instead.

Only problem is, you didn’t quite know how to do that...

      The long awaited knock finally sounded through your tiny house, and you stood up quicker than you should as blood rushed to your head, making you feel dizzy. Shaking it off, you go over to your door, opening it to reveal the very man you’ve been wanting to see all day. “Hey! What’s up Y/n?” Jimin greeted you with a smile, a small brown package under his arm. 

     “Hi Jimin, I’m doing good... What about you?” You asked, leaning up against the doorway. “I’m good, it’s a nice day out today,” He sighed, handing the package out for you, “Here you go! Your weekly package,” He joked, making you give him a lovesick smile that made you look like the woozy emoji. “T-Thanks,” You chuckled nervously. 

      “No problem,” Jimin said. “Hey um Jimin...” You called before he could walk away. “Yes?” Jimin inquired, raising an eyebrow. Shoot, what do you say? You didn’t think this through you.. You can’t just invite him out like a normal human, what if he says no? “I um- What’s your... favorite food...?” You asked, cringing at how pathetically shy you sounded. Jimin’s eyebrows knit together in confusion and he chuckled. “I like strawberry Pocky’s a lot,” He stressed, licking his lips at the thought. 

     You nodded, writing that down in your head for later. Maybe you could do something with this. “Cool, cool. Well, um, have a nice day!” You said, walking back into your house, package in hand, leaving Jimin confused and amused. “What a girl...” He whispers to himself, smile, like always, never leaving his face. 

     You continue to buy little things online just as an excuse to talk to Jimin. Who needs a mini cactus? You, apparently. And that chick plush you saw on Instagram? Boom, it now lives on your bed. Whenever he comes around, you take the opportunity to ask him questions like what his favorite color was or if he was allergic to anything. 

    You were planning something for him, and he was catching on. Sure, your questions were usually unprompted, but he’d humor you any day of the week. He may not know exactly what you were planning, but all he hoped was that it would change his life forever. And it would. 

     You were almost done with Jimin’s mini basket of favorites. A blue basket that held his favorite snack foods, stickers from his favorite shows, and some of those chunky rings he likes. Sure, maybe it was a bit excessive. Maybe this was teetering the line of weird and sweet, and you knew that bribing your way into a relationship was definitely not the way to go. But you just wanted to be nice. 

     Maybe buying things for others was your love language, or maybe Jimin was just worth spoiling. It was probably both. Whatever the real answer was, it didn’t matter to you. You just wanted Jimin to be happy. 

     Even if meticulously fiddling with the basket made you want to pull your hair out as the bow never looked quite right. Realistically you know it wouldn’t matter in the end and that Jimin would likely take the bow off after he received it, but you still adjusted it until it was perfect. 

     “Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want, Joon,” You sighed as you heard Namjoon hysterically laughing on the other side of the phone. “You’re going to bribe him into going on a date with you?” He asked, out of breath. “No! I just want to be nice,” You bit back, rolling your eyes even if Namjoon couldn’t see you. “Wow, the irony of Jimin delivering the gifts that your going to end up giving back,” Namjoon chuckled, finally calming down. 

     “Look, I’m just trying to follow your advice,” You whined, finally giving up on the navy blue bow and leaving it be. “True, I was thinking about a banner or something though. Like a cheesy promposal,” Namjoon said, and you could hear the undertones in his words. What he really wanted to say was, “How dramatic could you be? This is too much honey,” 

     Groaning, you flopped down on your couch, mumbling into the cushions. “I think I’m going to give it to him today, I have another mini cactus coming today,” You said, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness swirl in your stomach at the thought of finally asking the man you’ve been pining over out on a date. “That’s great! He’ll definitely say yes,” Namjoon said excitedly, trying to keep your fragile spirits intact. Knowing that if anything goes wrong, you’ll chicken out immediately. 

     “Yeah, I can do this,” You smiled, looking at the clock on your oven. “It’s 2:30, I have to go prepare. I’ll call you after!” You said, exchanging your goodbyes with Namjoon and hanging up the phone to go clean yourself up a little bit. 

    You weren’t terribly worried about your appearance. Jimin had seen you in coffee stained sweats and hoodies. There wasn’t anything worse than that. So you opted for a simple t-shirt and legging combo, washing your face and touching up your hair a bit. “Now to wait,” You whispered to yourself as you sat on the couch with the basket in your lap. 

     While you waited on the couch for Jimin to arrive, you looked at the mini cactus that sat on your coffee table and chuckled. Usually you bought things that may seem random to an outside person. A mouse that looks like a cat's paw, a throw pillow that doubles as a blanket, random earrings. But never a mini cactus. 

     After you asked all the questions you could think of and bought everything that you thought Jimin would like, you didn’t have an excuse to keep seeing Jimin. So, like a normal person, you bought little knickknacks. Hence the mini cactus and it’s new friend that’s on the way today. 

Knock knock knock

“Well, your new buddy’s here lil’ cactus dude,” 

     Taking a deep breath, you stood up and walked over to the door, hiding the basket behind your back. “Hello, Y/n,” Jimin smiled as you opened the door for him. “Hey,” You smiled back, tightening your grip on the basket behind you. “Here you go, another odd stationary?” Jimin guessed as he held out the package for you and you took it with one hand, placing it down behind the door.

      “I guess you could say that,” You chuckled, nervously shifting on your feet. “Speaking of... I have something for you,” You mumbled, but loud enough for Jimin to hear. “Is it another impromptu question? You haven’t asked one in awhile,” He chuckled, his cute eyes upturning into crescents.

“Close your eyes to find out,” You said.

“Close my eyes? Is this the part where you murder me?” Jimin teased, causing you to playfully roll your eyes. 

“No... just close them,” You whined. 

      “Alright, I’ll close them,” Jimin relented, closing his eyes at your request. Taking another shaky deep breath, you took the basket out from behind your back and held it in front of you. “Open...” You whispered. 

      Once Jimin opened his eyes, he let out a cute gasp, eyes lighting up at the sign of the gift. “W-What’s this?” He asked, looking up at you with a huge smile on his face. “It’s um, all your favorites. Jimin’s basket of favorites,” You declared, holding the basket out for Jimin to take, which he happily did. “Y/n, this is amazing. What’s the special occasion?” He asked, looking down at the assorted gifts and snacks. 

      “You’re always making me smile, so I wanted to return the favor,” You shrugged in an attempt to look casual about it. “Really? I make you smile?” Jimin smirked, making your cheeks heat up. “Y-Yeah you do...” You admitted, kicking at the rocks on your porch. “You’re such a sweet girl, Y/n, cute too,” Jimin whispered to you, causing your breath to hitch. 

“C-Cute?” 

“Yep, you’re a cutie,” Jimin said, booping your nose.

“Would you um... Let this cutie ask you out to lunch?” You asked. 

“Most definitely,”

“Park Jimin, do you want to grab lunch sometime?”

“It’s a date, cutie,”

#jimin #park jimin #jimin x reader #bts jimin #bts oneshot #bts #jimin fic

[battle-of-roses]

When Rome Burns : Part 1

TW : Logan Roy's A+ Parenting, Manipulative Logan

By @your-gay-cousin-clover

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With a certain hint of trepidation, Tom starts dressing himself to meet up with Shiv in downtown New York. The plan was pretty simple for the day: meet up with Shiv, find a gift for her father, put on his best Midwest honourable fellow personality and charm the pants of all her family. He stopped for a moment in the middle of his bedroom, standing there in his white button up, boxers and black socks, biting his lip on whether to take the gold ring, he’d picked out a week ago, to the party. After all this time he had spent with her, ever since their whirlwind romance in Hong Kong, he was sure that she was the one for him. His soulmate, the-one-who-he-got, his loml. The question was of when?

The party would be a good place to propose. Lavish surroundings, her entire family, and a pretty pricey ring to show his commitment to her. All eggs in your basket, he’d say if- when she said yes. And it would all be fine and okay. He starts to daydream for a moment, his dreams flying higher than just becoming Logan Roy’s son-in-law, maybe he’d join in the business himself. He would swoop in, take over one of the main branches of Royco, maybe ATN and continue the family business until he had his own billionaire kids à la Shiv.

Beep! Beep!

His fantasies suddenly dashed down into the floor. He jerks and reaches to the phone on the table to receive the call. It’s Shiv.

“Hey honeybee,” he says in a sweet-syrupy tone that he hoped conveyed his affections accordingly.

“Where are you?”

He immediately frowns. Her tone is clipped sharp, a razor’s edge, threatening him to not speak a word off their usual script.

“I’m … ahh… just getting dressed. Oh, oh, how formal is the even supposed to be? Do you think I could sneak in a tartan tie pattern to impress your Dad?” He tries to detract from her irritation.

“The fuck, Tom? Don’t be silly. Just wear whatever you want, you’re not a pre-schooler. It’s a formal event, but don’t wear anything weird or embarrassing.” Her words just kick up a latent anger in him that he press down as per usual. It’s alright, maybe it’s her job that’s got her stressed.

He tries another jovial voice for a size. “Ok, love-,” he continues, but there’s no Shiv on the other side of the call. Just him and the dial tone mocking him.

Right.

Nothing weird or embarrassing.

He drops the ring into a drawer of his bedside table and shuts it close.

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The day goes in its own pace and Shiv makes a hasty apology about her signal getting dropped in the elevator. He waves it off, he always goes. There’s no use holding on a grudge with his future-wife-to-be, on silly things like one too many passive aggressive words and brushed off endearments. And so, here he is now. Standing in the middle of an opulent penthouse living room, chatting pleasantries with Marcia, hands sweaty as he tightens his grasp on the gilded box with the watch.

It had been pretty expensive to purchase on his own. He and Shiv were comfortable, sure. But they - no, he wasn’t Olympus rich like the Roys, America’s number one conservative messiah. He hopes it’s enough. Enough for a job at ATN, enough for Shiv, above all, enough for Logan.

His fucking future hung on a balance because of a little ticking metal machine.

Ding!

There. The elevator’s number stuck still on their current floor and his breathing picks up. Everyone else collects around the door to waiting as the metal door open, but he stands back, alone. For a split second, he’s swallowed up in all the gold, gild and glamour around him and he simply can’t breathe.

He sticks out like a sore thumb in the middle of all this. No matter how brave, how much of a fucking asshole he pretends to be. He does not deserve to be here. He’s what? Got a few hundred thousand in his savings, while collectively in front of him stands the 3rd richest family in America. He just wants to bolt and never come back.

And in the same fleeting moment, the doubt hastily vaporises as Logan Roy himself steps into the view amidst loud yells of “Happy Birthday!”.

The moment he sees Logan, it’s something of oh, that echoes in his head. Like oh, he’s just an old man. And he indeed looks frazzled, startled by the sudden cheers. But he whispers something to Marcia, who takes his coat and hands it off to one of the numerous maids hurrying around the house.

And then he straightens up to face the crowd. There’s something in his eyes that makes Tom want to shrink back against the patterned wallpaper. Something fierce, something very calculating. He watches as Logan makes his way through the crowd of his children and nods absent-mindedly at everyone’s greetings.

“Shiv,” Logan says, turning to Shiv, his back to Tom “Where’s Wambsgans? I thought we invited him.”

Shiv’s expression falters for a second, perhaps debating whether her father’s joking or not. It’s clear, he’s not, when the beat of silence extends between them. She smiles back again, radiant. And gosh, Tom loves her so much.

“He’s behind you, Dad!”

Tom didn’t have much time to be mortified as Logan turned to him and stuck his hand out to shake. Awkwardly balancing his watch box on one hand, Tom tries to make grip firm and solid. Logan gives him two shakes and quickly removes his hand.

“Wambsgans, you’ve got a strong grip. Trying to break an old man’s hand, eh?”

Fuck. Of course, Logan Roy would be above all masculine handshaking bullshit that the Wall Street posers were really into. Logan knew he was the king of the world, didn’t need to prove it to any Tom-Dick-Harry on the street.

Logan’s already turning away from him, but Tom tries to swallow his foot down the throat trying not to make his first impression even worst. He lets out a laugh, but winces internally. Too braying, too harsh, too corny.

“Well, you’re not that weak, Mr Roy-“ He tries. He does. But Shiv already looks disappointed and Logan’s barely listening to him. His time to prove himself is running out.

Ding!

Everyone turns to look at the elevator again. Kendall Roy steps out the lift with his ex-wife and children in tow. He’s wearing that same black blue outfit combo, just like the one on Forbes, proudly declaring him as the HEIR WITH THE FLAIR. Tom has read Kendall’s entire wikipedia enough times to know that the stress marks and the lack of the photogenic smile was simply because of his age.

Drugs - Divorce - Demotion.

Yet like every American hero billionaire, Kendall got the second chance that could only be afforded to the rich and now, most probably, he was going to the Successor to the entire media conglomerate. Even then, Tom wouldn’t say that he exactly envies the other man.

“Ken!” Logan’s voice somehow sounds surprised as well as disappointed. “I didn’t think you’d come. Did we close the Vaulter deal?”

Kendall’s stance becomes a bit wooden as he reaches down to accept his father’s embrace. His ex turns to Marcia and hands off a wrapped box with a pleasant smile. The kids run off with Grace’s kid and Kendall stands there looking a bit unsettled as he answers “oh, no, no Dad. They’re still hammering out the details. I took a break to wish you on your birthday. Not sure how many more there might be.” The conversation mills a bit around the two, everyone leans in a bit to hear.

“You did?” Logan repeats with furrowed brows. “Well, where’s your cousin? I thought he’d rather come than you.”

Kendall looks taken aback for a moment. Everyone tries another round of conversation, but Tom simply nods along to other’s words as he tries to figure out information about the cousin. A cousin? Shiv’s never mentioned a cousin being involved in … well, anything.

“Greg?” Kendall asks, his voice uncertain. Logan looks him in the eye and shares a sardonic grin. “Yes, Greg. Unless Marianne happened to suddenly stop by. What’s he doing? Wasn’t he with you this morning?”

Kendall seems to shrink into himself under his father’s gaze. “Greg’s..” he starts and stops for a moment. “Greg’s with the team in the building. He wanted to finish the deal before joining the party.”

“Shame.” Logan says, “But good for him, as soon as we wrap up this deal the better. Anyway, kids, can I talk to you alone for a moment? I just want you to sign something.”

All of them exchange glances with each other, the meaning of which Tom is too novel to understand. All of them quietly follow in the steps of their father. The rest of them stare.

“So,” Marcia says, clapping her hands together. The sound echoes in the eerie silence devoid of birthday wishes. “Let’s get started on lunch shall we?”

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On the way to the “game” which was highly requested in a cult-like chanting, Tom abruptly turns to Shiv and asks “I didn’t know you had cousin working at Waystar?”

She ceases typing on her phone and looks up with pinched brows, seemingly in thought. Tom watches the city go by in a blur from Shiv’s side of the window and waits. “

“Oh,” She says “You mean Greg? Yeah, he’s like my second cousin. Uncle Ewan’s only grandson, although I don’t think he’s seen them since he was ten? He’s chief strategist at Royco. You’ll see him soon enough when you join.”

A when, not an if. And immediately, Tom’s heart lifts. He fights a grin on his face and catches Shiv’s eye. She smiles a bit, the stress from her face falling away for a second and turns back to her phone.

All was well.

—

All was not well.

Tom kind of looks like an idiot. At least in his own head, he’s been lugging around the watch box the entire evening. Right now, he’s standing behind Logan and Shiv like an obedient puppy waiting for Shiv to call upon him. The rest of the family is setting up the baseball game while the groundskeepers looking on fascinated.

Tom pretty much feels like them.

“So, about Tom,” Shiv says and Logan seems to be considering her words. Tom’s ears pick up, his hands turn sweaty again and he fidgets with the box in his hands. He imagines he can hear the watch tick inside like a time bomb.

“Hmm…” Logan replies, peering out into the distance. Kendall’s already gone into the wind, about half-an-hour ago, his ear glued to the phone talking to “Greg”. Tom waits for that syllable to end and simply waits.

“What do you think about putting him under Greg?”

Despite the short distance between him and the duo, he hears an undercurrent of something sinister his way. Something almost amusingly cruel.

“Wh-why Greg? Isn’t that - like isn’t he already busy with the buyings and everything else? And surely you don’t expect Tom to be his assistant? He’s much more experienced in business.” Shiv’s protest add a bit of tension to his mind.

What was the deal with this Greg? It was almost as if he was some kind of a boogeyman to Shiv and her siblings. But someone that Logan clearly approved of, but there was something very odd about the whole missing cousin.

It was as if being put under the cousin would somehow be bad for him. Geez, was he some kind of a hardass?

“No, no. I’m sure Greg’s not to busy to welcome your boyfriend into the family business. He can help guide Tom and put him in a fitting department. Not to busy to help family.”

Tom expects Shiv to say something. To put off Logan’s plan and for a moment, she does. But instead, she stops and frowns.

A beat.

Tom takes it as his cue to step in with the box.

This better work.

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#ficlet #part 1 #When Rome Burns #WIP #writing wip #tomgreg #tom x greg #Greg Hirsch #Cousin Greg #Tom Wambsgans #partial Tomshiv #Succession #Succession HBO #alternate universe #AU

[puppyluver256]

[Image Description: Three fan-made Pokemon resembling "dark" versions of the official Pokemon Caterpie, Metapod, and Butterfree.

The first Pokemon is a green caterpillar with a golden underbelly and markings, small black "nub" feet, and rusty red antennae. It has a large gold and black eye spot on its head that make it look like it is glaring at something. Lime green text outlined in black to the right of the image reads "Caterguise".

The second Pokemon is a dark green chrysalis with black markings on one end. It has a white and black eye spot on its side that make it look as though it's glaring at something. Lime green text outlined in black to the right of the image reads "Puposter".

The third Pokemon is a butterfly with large grey wings with black accents, a purple body, long black antennae, blue hands and feet with little grey "claws", blue and white insect mouth parts, and large red eyes that have a "sinister" shape. Lime green text outlined in black to the right of the image reads "Falseroy".

End ID.]

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Caterguise - Worm Pokemon - bug/dark It is uncannily similar in appearance to a Pokemon from another region. It is unclear if this was intended to protect itself or to lure prey into a false sense of security. / It wiggles its feelers around in a menacing way when threatened. If the threat doesn’t back off after this display, more often than not it turns tail and flees.

Puposter - Pupa Pokemon - bug/dark It endures hardships while its new body develops inside its incredibly hard shell. While it looks like a Pokemon that would remain motionless, it is sometimes known to shake and roll away from the most extreme of attacks. / Puposter’s shell is hard enough to withstand nearly any attack, but its body inside is soft and fragile as it prepares for evolution. Its resemblance to a Pokemon from another region is striking.

Falseroy - Imitation Pokemon - bug/dark It imitates a Pokemon from another region in order to trick both predators and prey. Even humans can often be fooled if they fail to examine closely enough. / Its wings are covered in a poisonous powder similar to the Pokemon it mimics. The scales repel water that would otherwise hinder its ability to fly in the rain.

Hey look, more Cantessy too! I'm on a roll tonight, and don't worry peeps who see the timestamp of posting, I'll be going to bed after this hehe. So anyway, here's Cantessy's early bug type! Yes, they do look familiar. That's on purpose. See, I really didn't wanna search up actual bugs from around here because, well, I'm seriously arachnophobic. I didn't want to be bombarded with spooders in my research (you'll see this issue affected the rest of the dex, there's only six bug-types in the Cantessy dex that aren't also found in other regions in the same form as they are here), so I already knew I was going to play it safe and base my region's early bug on a species of butterfly. I found one called the viceroy butterfly, which has developed mimicry to appear almost identical to the more famous monarch butterfly. I wanted to use this mimicry, but I don't think we really have an official Pokemon based specifically on the monarch butterfly unless you count Vivillon (which I don't), so I used the mimicry idea in a different way by instead making them mimic the Caterpie line instead. And they're bug/dark because mimicry is a kind of "trickery" and therefore "dark", and also using unused type combos is fun :3

Reminder that if anyone wants to suggest moves for any Cantessy Fakemon to learn and some physical stats where I haven’t yet figured them out, feel free to throw ‘em at me :3 Links to their info pages will be provided in the replies!

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Pokemon and related concepts © Nintendo/GameFreak Caterguise, Puposter, Falseroy, the Cantessy region, and artwork © PuppyLuver Studios

#pokemon #fakemon #cantessy region #caterguise #puposter #falseroy #jess drew the thing #sfw #image description #insects tw #just in case

[enbyleighlines]

Rating the Golden Deer...

Claude: 9.5/10

I will always be weak for the lovable trickster archetype. He also has a fleshed out backstory that helps make sense of his personality, and a goal that’s truly noble. His only flaw is that he is not canonically bisexual. Excuse you, game. All tricksters are bisexual. There are no exceptions.

Hilda: 10/10

Absolute perfection. The only thing I love as much as a lovable trickster is a prissy princess type character with a deeply hidden heart of gold. Plus her friendship with Claude? That shit is S tier. You cannot convince me that they aren’t a wlw/mlm bi power couple.

Lorenz: 9/10

*John Mulaney voice* He’s a bitch and I like him So Much. I took off a point for his tragic haircut, but honestly, I really like Lorenz. He’s just... so interesting to me. Yes, he is a pompous asshat. But he’s also so sincere and his intentions are pure. I mean, yes, there are def times when I want to slap him, but if I were him, and some unknown clownish man showed up and claimed to be the heir to the place I called home, despite not having even grown up there, I might be a tad suspicious about his intentions, too.

Ignatz: 9.5/10

My son!! What a pure and perfect boy. His only flaw is that he doesn’t seem to have any flaws? Like he’s maybe a tad awkward at times but that only adds to his adorableness. So he’s unrealistic, but man I love him too much to care all that much.

Raphael: 7/10

He’s almost a himbo, except for the fact that he’s not particularly handsome nor charming, a fact which kind of pisses me off, not gonna lie. Like, he could have been a himbo. I mourn what could have been. I also wish he was less of a joke character. Otherwise, his heart is in the right place, and he’s a good friend to Iggy.

Leonie: 6/10

I would really, really like this character if she wasn’t so fricking Weird about Jeralt. Seriously, Leonie, you knew the guy for like maybe two or three months when you were a kid. Byleth is his goddamn son. Who are you to criticize Byleth’s relationship with his own damn father? What are your feelings for Jeralt, anyway? Leonie, I love you, but plz stop creeping on my dad.

Lysithea: 7.5/10

I understand your past is super traumatic, Lysithea, but would it kill you to be a little kinder to the people who only want to be your friend? Especially when it comes to Ignatz. You could be a brat to anyone else, but why him? Ignatz has done nothing wrong in his life, ever. Also, I just hate the whole Fire Emblem trope of having a character who is essentially a child but “mature for their age” or “actually 1,000 years old” so it’s ok to date them. Get out of here with that bullshit. The incest is one thing, but giving men free reign to creep on teen girls is not something I will ever be comfortable with.

Marianne: 8/10

I couldn’t find a gif for her, which is honestly such bull. She’s a sweet girl, and she deserves more recognition. She does give me some bad second-hand embarrassment at times, since I basically used to be Marianne when I was a teenager, but that’s not her fault. It’s hard to hate yourself, because you can never escape yourself, and that makes life goddamn miserable. Her character development is subtle but honestly it’s more realistic that way. I 100% ship her with Lorenz. There’s something about the whole dark knight/holy knight combo that satisfies me on a deeply emotional level. Plus Marianne deserves a man who will put her on a pedestal.

Aaaaand, that’s it! I may make another post in the future on some other characters (Blue Lions, Seteth, Flayn, etc.) But here are my thoughts

What do you think? Which Golden Deer do you love and why?

#gif #fire emblem: three houses #fire emblem #three houses