#its probably messy but i think i covered everything that was in my brain at the moment..... probably............ possibly.

[bcneheaded]

So!! bathing/hygiene headcanons!! 🚿 this is a "me rambling endlessly" post, just as a warning !

I was in the shower earlier yes? as one does. and I was just thinking.... about like.... Artemis, yeah. But I was thinking about how, he probably doesn't have to shower or anything necessarily? Because he's not a living creature, and so, doesn't have to worry about like... everyday buildup of human-y dirtiness (idk how to phrase that but u kno).

But at the same time, especially if he's been really busy with shop cleaning/work, has had to fight/kill something/someone, or has been out and about on his 'business trips' or something etcetcetc-- like... he's gotta get dirty sometimes.. right? even with how careful he is not to, I dont think it would matter. He'd have to clean up sometime, somehow. And I suppose... like.... if he did, it would be infrequently, "bathing", whatever that entails for him (he again like... its just another one of those things he doesn't have to worry about doing often, as its not as if ?? he's gonna get stinky like a human would).

But anyway I was just thinking about bathing / cleaning headcanon for him ?? and I came up with like... two alternatives. 1... was that he could just sponge down, genuinely just take a bathtub full of water, remove necessary clothes, clean dirty area(s) and be done with it, never needing to fully submerge unless absolutely necessary or if its just easier, depending on the level of filth he somehow found himself in for some reason. 2... second one was a little different? but involves his tar and personal abilities directly! He has the ability to manipulate his tar, yes? as well as the ability to heat it up to incredible temperatures (demonic skills yea?). So if he really wanted, he could just.... burn it.. all off ?? if thats any easier. Though, because he's more inclined to be careful not to damage his bones (and although he can remove them, he would never remove the skull. so fact remains, he'd risk fracturing the bone with the heat I suppose, unless magically protected somehow ...Which is.... possible. and likely, for everyday reasons).

But say he did that for the bones, yes? Say maybe, he goes to the basement(dungeon.... its a dungeon) and goes into one of those sealed rooms no one is allowed access to-- he could have this charm that protects the bones from the heat, and because he's somewhere that yknow.... wont burn down (stone and all yeah?) he can just let er rip ?? remove clothes to be cleaned and incinerate any trace of dirt via molten tar >:] ! which is cooler an idea than the sponging off one and also entirely plausible (given it.... would potentially be more thorough and faster).

The sponge bath could have scents added to it just as an additional nice little thing... which is likely. I feel like he'd get badru or the whispers' opinion on scent choice fjdjffgdf if any fragrance at all, it'd be very.... very faint. maybe a little dab of cologne?? but unlikely.

As for turning his tar completely molten in the safety of the dungeon-- jfdjjds i can't imagine he'd smell... particularly good after that.. (but also maybe not too BAD once he cools down?), but he probably would smell some kinda way, even if just very faintly. he'd also?? probably be just a little warmer than he usually is, potentially noticeably so, for just a little while after. and the floor?? surrounding areas of where he did it would probably be nice and toasty

gjfgjfd catch someone asking Artemis if he has heated flooring tho after he does and he just ''.....no.''

+ also ?? a thought but like..... man could walk around without clothes and would not be embarrassed about it bc of ''nakedness'' necessarily. he'd be a little embarrassed to have been seen without clothes I think, if only because its like.... "indecent". yknow. his whole Old Victorian Gentleman vibe just OUT the WINDOW... he /has/ nothing to hide so it wouldn't MATTER if anyone saw him mid-change or post bath or something but he'd be BIG :(( about it LOL

#( the keeper // headcanons ) #( ramblings ) #( ooc ) #long post #BUT YEAH LIKE #will smith pose .jpg THIS #its probably messy but i think i covered everything that was in my brain at the moment..... probably............ possibly. #potentially will add to it later / make another post ?? just to yell #bless anyone who makes it thru my self indulgent screaming gfgDFGD #artie out here like '' ...... you're thinking about me without clothes?'' SHUT UP.... NO. #yes. #.... BUT NO.

[bonchobrick]

(angst alert !! death + slight blood tw !!)

Tim is stuck in a sticky situation and has to call a certain 'spooky' friend for help.

Jason would probably call him a dumbass for trying to do something so stupid. Well, atleast thats what Tim thinks Jason would do, he isn't for sure though, he isn't certain.

Because Jason's laying on the ground with a flat pulse and he wont be giving him any answers anytime soon.

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“Don' look so weird replacement, its just anoth’r day in gotham.” His brother slurs with the slight quirk of his lips

"Jason don't fucking do this to me!" Tim hisses tears cursing his eyes

And Jason, oh that bastard—bleeding out on the pavement and in Tim’s arms sends him his classic beaming Robin Smile. 

"Love ya' little bro take care of yo'rself, kay?" he says eyes fluttering

"Jay," Tim cries, "You dick."

For all the joy and hope and belief his smile conveyed for the first time in a long time—his red blood muddled what should’ve been such a nice sight. Tim held him on the pavement with someone yelling on the comm mic on the floor that he just can’t bother trying to pay attention to. 

The pavement is cold. The air is cold. His brother is cold. It’s all so cold tonight. 

All the younger boy does close his eyes and slowly, In. Out. In. Out.

He lets himself breathe for a minute. Lets the horror wash over him. Lets himself absorb what just happened,

Then he gets back to work. 

Like a switch his brain is back online running at a hundred miles an hour–what is the best scenario, what should I do when my brother's wrist is limp and his eyes are shut, what do I do if he’s dead again, what can i do, how can I Fix. This.

Thoughts cloud his mind, whirring around his head like layers and layers of messy documents has just been dumped on his desk and he’s shuffling through them panicked trying to find the right file because its somewhere here, there is something and he just needs to sort. it. out. And–

Then it all becomes clear. 

His desk is back to clean and stationary. All of the papers are gone back into neat piles in neat manila folders, stored away in tidy filing shelves–

Everything is gone aside from one little yellow sticky note in the center of the desk.

“Well, Jay?” Tim chuckles with a cracked voice, “Second times the charm right?”

In his mind, at the center of it all, on a yellow sticky note lies the words in green ink: ‘Contact The Ghost King.’

Slowly he shifts and with a loud grunt he lifts up Jason, “Up we go!”

“--im? Why do you have Red Hood’s Comm–Tim what happened! Tim!” the comm speaker plays faintly in the background of his head, “Tim! Whatever you’re thinking off doing, don’t!” someone Tim can’t think about hisses

Tim hums absentmindedly towards the mic, almost automatically, “Don’t worry Babs, I’ve got it covered.”

Walking away from the roof he thinks to himself, I wonder where Jason would wanna wake up? Perhaps his apartment? Yea, i think that would go well by him–let’s head to the apartment.  

And just like that Tim leaves a crime scene—shuffling away with a dead body over his shoulder and a plan.

“Jay,” Tim murmurs to the corpse on his shoulder, “You’re really gonna hate this, but i’m doing this for you anyways cause I love you. So dont be too hard on me when you wake up okay asshole?”

Tim stumbles off into the stairwell making his descent and sometime as he walks away Barbara faintly catches him on the comm saying

“-Your gonna love Danny and making your lame 'im a dead guy' jokes with him man .”

#(Aka i wanted to write brothers jason and tim fic featuring Danny as the resident unemployed friend) #tim hates jason #he loves jason #siblings r silly like that #tim through sobs: *sniffles* im a bad bitch ive got work to do #what follows is tim pleading with the most heartfelt words for him to bring jason back and danny is like lol okay #was this all made to reference that one line in robin 1993 annual 7 #yes. yes it was. #ill add the comic panel soon bc oo that line mmmm #girl dinner #danny doesn't control life or death. but! #tim: please bring my brother back i know that is such a hard request to ask you but-- #danny making grilled cheese: not really hes supposed to be alive anyways dude no biggie #tim whose been begging and sharing his whole life story on the floor for the past 30 minutes: what #this is a fic in which tim spends another absurd amount of time bringing back a 'dead' relative (jason is dead but like tim's like no) #and danny is just with him the whole time hanging out and showing him wild shit as the helps revive him #dc x dp #dp x dc #jason todd #tim drake #danny is a little shit #danny phantom #there are so many tags #i swear i write more story in here than in the actual post... #angst #sorry #its literally kinda cracky though #just a bit more 'character analysis-y' than i usually share w u guys #kinda funny how this is dc x dp but danny is just like only hinted in this scene (he is literally in every other scene) #OH BY THE WAY ITS BEEN AWHILE hi

[shakingparadigm]

Hello it's the anon who said about the Ivan collar thing 😭. I come with some little brainrots.

Mizi sang "Black Sorrow" as a solo cover for unrequited love, with Sua being dead.

But the cover made me think. What if somehow Sua, in a way, is the Till to Mizi's Ivan. What if Sua, even if she loves Mizi back, never really fully indulged in it.

Specially in "My Clematis" where Mizi regarded Sua as a god, all I can imagine is Sua who always kept a perfect image in front of everyone including Mizi. Sua who never really showed her vulnerability to Mizi even though the other girl bared her entire heart. Just the idea that she somewhat kept a mask of pretend, letting Mizi be as blissful as it can be before the inevitable.

Aka tragic Yuri breaking my heart that Sua had to keep her own planned death a secret from her beloved because of one (and only) little selfish wish, which is to let Mizi live.

(Also sorry for spamming asks this frequently! I've been going through ALNST hyperfixations and your blog have a great humor.)

DONT EVER BE SORRY FOR SPAMMING ASKS! they make me really happy! Thank you so much! Sorry it takes me a while to answer them sometimes, my brains been pretty messy as of late, and I keep losing track of time.

That's a really interesting perspective to see it from. Regarding their relationship as a whole, I actually think it was the opposite. Sua only ever opened up to Mizi, and to everyone else she was timid and closed off. That was one of the reasons why their bond was so strong, they clung to each other. Sua retreats into herself, avoiding others in an attempt to protect her soft-hearted feelings, only sticking to Mizi because she loved and trusted her most. Mizi loved Sua like a dog because she was a cure for her loneliness back when Mizi felt isolated and afraid of being away from her home. They gave each other everything, which is why the thought of Mizi dying filled Sua with so much anguish that she'd rather die herself.

But if we're talking about the few weeks leading up to the first round of ALNST (you probably meant this, my bad) then definitely. She spent the last of her life counting down the hours, putting on a brave face and trying to make the remainder of her time with Mizi the best it could possibly be. I assume it was Mizi that proposed a tie. Sua played along, or maybe even believed in it at first, because ALIEN STAGE was something that they both looked forward to their whole lives, something that was held over their heads like a reward instead of the death sentence it actually was. Sua most likely started planning her death after she realized the possible consequences. The thing is, according to the MiziSua interview, a tie had never happened before in ALIEN STAGE. Which means that we don't know what happens if a tie actually does occur. It seems unlikely that ALIEN STAGE, which derives its stakes from the deaths of the contestants, would let both go forward thanks to a tie. I mean, if that happened, then everyone else would just decide to tie in order to keep each other alive, and where's the fun in a deathless season? Where's the stakes in that? It goes against everything ALIEN STAGE is built on. If a tie did happen, they most likely would have forced a situation where one of them would have to die anyway. It just lengthens the process and makes it more complicated. I like to think that, at some point, Sua realized this. If they tie, there's no guarantee that they both stay alive. In a tie situation, they might even randomly pick the contestant to be eliminated. The circumstances are uncertain and unpredictable, and within those hypotheticals Mizi dying is always an option. But if Sua adjusts her own performance level without Mizi knowing, she can ensure that the only person who has to die is herself. As stated before, Sua is soft-hearted. Her blank demeanor is indeed a mask for overwhelming feelings that lie beneath the surface. Mizi worships Sua, but Sua loves Mizi an incredible amount too. She must have loved her so much that Ivan, an exceedingly observant asshole (affectionate), picked up on it and was able to discern her intentions. Ivan criticizes Sua for choosing to sacrifice herself, calling her out for "playing hero", but most importantly, accusing her of dying only because she herself cannot handle the pain of losing someone she loves. She cannot fathom living a life where Mizi is dead, so she "runs away" from it by any means possible. He accuses her of being a hypocrite because the future that pains her to think about is one that she is about to inflict on her beloved. Is it an act of love or an act of selfishness? Is Ivan twisting her genuinely pure intentions and chastising her into believing that it makes her a bad person? Despite being hit with this crisis and crying over it, Sua decides to sacrifice herself anyway. And her happy mask was so impressive that Mizi failed to notice she was digging her own grave.

Sua not "indulging" in her love for Mizi is actually really interesting, and I can see how it can come off that way because Mizi is much more affectionate. But I actually think otherwise!

I think it's not really that she refused to indulge in her love, rather she indulged in it so much that she died to ensure she'd never have to live without it.

#i had to delete an entire paragraph just to not yap too much but i completely agree that till and sua are alike. #they are the 'gods' and the life of their other half basically revolve around them #but while till might not indulge in his affections for ivan #sua fully indulges in her love for mizi because its all she has #it's really interesting how sua and till are both sensitive according to the Patreon yet the way they cope with that is different. #till explodes outward and sua retreats within #SORRY I CANT EVER ANSWER AN ASK NORMALLY I ALWAYS HAVE TO TYPE THE LONGEST MOST UNRELATED SHIT #Thank you for the ask!! i really appreciate and i find your take very valid and intriguing actually #alnst #alien stage #mizisua #asks

[fantasy-mixtapes]

Kristen Applebees S3 Playlist: Side A

Here's Part 1 of Kristen's Junior Year Playlist, I am obsessed with it so far and will probably continue to be. Descriptions and key lyrics below. Spoilers for Episodes 1-10

Genres include: Pop-Punk, Alternative, Punk, Folk

1. Lavender Bones, Stand Atlantic

I know I'm out of my depth, but I just float in it I try to do my best, stop picking fights with it I wanna be upset, you're not alright with it I can cover it up, I can cover it Try to speak my mind, wish it was by design But I can only confess to having doubts with it Don't wanna feel regret, I'm not alright with it I can cover it up, I can cover it

So this is a perfect background music for the start of a movie about Kristen's life right now and I LOVE finding those songs. It's perfect on so many layers, it talks about feeling trapped, wanting to fix empty habits, and not to mention how "lavender bones" really hits home to my queer little heart. This entire playlist is really a game of guessing when the "you" in songs chosen mean Tracker and when they mean Cassandra, level: impossible

2. Starchild, Sweet Pill

What do you want from me? I am not a charity Work hard at everything Do it all for free What do you want from me? I am not a guarantee Go all or nothing Lose your money ... Set up to win Wind up disappointing everyone In the end I am disappointing mostly myself In the end Hang your Head

I AM SO NOT NORMAL ABOUT THIS SONG Guys its like it was written for this very specific situation. AND THE TITLE???? FOR A CLERIC OF THE GODDESS OF MYSTERY, DOUBT, THE NIGHT, AND STARS???????

anyways just please please listen to it its so great like even without the connection to Kristen, go support Sweet Pill they have a new album being released tomorrow (March 15th)

3. Uneeda, Deady

What about the bones The bones have no problem Turn them into ash And this never happened Your ashes big asses Your brains on the pavement Oh no! I can feel myself rot Unless I take your hand

Ok so this is kind of a genre outlier on the playlist since it is very very alt punk but for me it represents the rage at the mall, Kristen's relationship to Cassandra, and both of their respective reactions to what happened. It's very chaotic, but it was a very chaotic situation and I stand by it plus I love adding modern bands to things

4. Bite the Hand, boygenius

I can't hear you You're too far away I can't see you The light is in my face I can't touch you I wouldn't if I could I can't love you how you want me to I can't love you how you want me to

Yeah, sorry had to whip out the queer break-up big guns. I don't feel sorry I feel right.

5. Untitled God Song, Haley Heynderickx

When you're drunk near a sunset, look straight in her eyes She's a quick glimpse of heaven, forgetting her headlights are on When you misread her fortune, don't misread the joke She's the note on your lampshade, the honeycomb holdin' you And she spins me around like a marionette Oh, my web is still spinnin' My web is still spinnin', you can't see it yet

Immediately going from having total contact with a divinity figure to having to grasp for straws once again to a memory you hold onto, literally holding onto the shards of your faith. Having to both embrace doubt and faith at the same time. Girlies, I'm ruined

6. C'est Comme Ça, Paramore

In a single year I've aged one hundred My social life a chiropractic appointment Sit still long enough to listen to yourself Or maybe just long enough for you to atrophy to hell ... I know that regression is rarely rewarded I still need a certain degree of disorder I hate to admit, getting better is boring But the high cost of chaos Who can afford it?

I love Kristen, and I think her arc this season is extremely relatable; currently, 90% of what she does are bits, and I KNOW it's a coping mechanism, but STILL, WHY ARE YOU SO MESSY. I love you; keep being 17, but god, keep your clothes on and stop going to the steel plants girlie you're gonna give Riz a heart attack

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #d20 #d20 fhsy #fantasy mixtapes #kristen applebees #d20 kristen applebees #fhjy spoilers #d20 fhjy #ally beardsley #Spotify

[vimara00]

All thanks to the cat (Shigaraki X F!Reader) by Vi ✨

Hi everyone! It's Vi ✨ Today I decided to write something about our crusty boy, he needs to be loved ❤️ I hope you enjoy! (Sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻)

Warnings: mention of blood but fluff anyway

All character reservations to Horikoshi

While the league of villains' location was still unknown, Tomura could walk around the neighborhood wearing a hoodie to hyde his face just in case someone recognised him. He wasn't a morning person so usually all his scapes from the hideout were at night, probably to get coffee or some snacks as an excuse to get away from the others.

On his way to the convince store, he saw a cute kitten in the middle of the street. It looked a little lost and terrified of its surroundings but Shigaraki paid no attention and kept walking. That was until he heard a car speeding towards the cat and, without thinking, he ran across the street to grabbed it and pushed both himself and the animal to the sidewalk. The car stopped a few meters away from them and the driver got out of vehicle to check if everything was ok. Unfortunately for him, Tomura is not one to forgive so, in the blink of an eye, he decayed the guy and left with the kitten. The little thing seem to appreciate his gesture as it started to rub its head on him. That's when the villain realised it had a collar with a telephone number. He contemplated for many minutes if he should gave the cat back to its owner or take it with him. However, he couldn't go back to the league with a kitten, they would saw him as someone weak so he surprisingly opted for calling the owner.

It was 11 PM and they probably won't pick up but he gave it a try anyways. At the second tone, a girly voice sound from the other side of the line and Shigaraki just froze on the spot. He was not expecting for them to respond and even worst, for it to be a girl.

"Hi, is someone there?" The angelic voice said and Tomura realised he should say something before she hang up "Hey I - I found your cat on the street and it was almost hit by a car..." "Omg! Noooooo, did something happened to him?! Please tell me he is okay!" "Yeah...he is here with me, may you pick him up? I'm in front of the convince store" "Yes!! I'll be right there! Wait for me, don't go please" And their conversation ended

Tomura started to sweat thinking that a woman was coming and he didn't know what to say or how to even talk a female. But then he thought about what would happened if she recognised him, he definitely would've to kill her but all those thoughts were out of the window once he saw her. Oh, how he wasn't prepared for such a sight! A curvy short girl appeared from around the corner and her face lighted up once she saw them. Her h/c hair was a little bit messy and apparently, she was wearing a nightgown under a big jacket that cover most part of it. Tomura brain was malfunctioning at this point and his heart beat so fast he swore it would come out his chest.

"Oh, thanks god Sombra (means shadow in Spanish) it's ok! I've been looking for him all day but couldn't find him anywhere! Your are such a lifesaver! Thank you so much" the pretty girl was almost crying as she grabbed her cat while giving it a few kisses and Shigaraki heart almost skipped a beat at the sight.

"What's your name, mysterious knight in shining armour?" She looked at him with a smile on her face and it took a few seconds for him to respond because of how flustered he was "I'm Tomura" "Nice to meet you, Tomura! I'm y/n" She extended her hand waiting for him to shake hers but before he could reacted, the e/c eyed girl grabbed his hand and shake it enthusiasticly

He was staring at her, waiting for the inevitable moment of her turning to dust. However, it never came as she separated from him and kept talking about something he couldn't catch on.

What had happened? Why didn't she turned into dust like the others? He started to scratch his neck as she turned to look at him worryingly.

"Sorry if I'm overstepping a boundary but your neck is bleeding a little bit, let me..." Y/n didn't finished her sentence as she reached her hand to his neck and suddenly, all scratch marks and blood was gone

"How did you do that?" He asked curiously about what her quirk was and also wondering why someone as sexy as her would get near or even help someone like him " I have a sanation quirk! I can cure from a headache to a missing limb and it also makes my body immune to some attacks. Cool, isn't it?" She wink at him and the air left his lungs for a moment. God, was she beautiful! "Yeah, it's a pretty cool quirk"

"Well, it's getting late so I probably should be going" Oh no, it's the first time he found someone who he couldn't turned into dust and also the first girl to look at him and not be disgust and she was already leaving. Tomura thought this was some kind of sick joke fate played with him where it would showed him the best piece of god's creation and then, take it away from him. Because freaks like him never get the girl even if they are willing to burn the whole world for them. But sometimes, fate plays with very interesting cards and makes unexpected happen

"Hey I'm... After all you've done for Sombra the least I could do is invite you to lunch sometime! Maybe somewhere quite where we could talk...What do you say?" She said as her cheeks turned red and she avoid looking at him

Shigaraki was not expecting her to invite him to hang out but he wouldn't complained. He felt flustered that a cute girl such as her wanted to go out with him. He couldn't believed his luck! He actually considered this being a dream and he didn't want to wake up anytime soon

"Yes, I would like that" he tried to smile as her eyes shined with excitement "Great! I'll give you my number so we can communicate and see when or where we could go!" If this wasn't the best day of his entire life, when y/n kissed his cheek as a goodbye, it definitely was!

Let's just say that Tomura came back to the hideout with more than a few snacks

______________________

Bonus

Him: Hi, It's Tomura

Him: Hope you and sombra arrived ok

Cute girl: Hiii Tomura!

Cute girl: Yes we did! He is already sleeping.

Cute girl: Too much adventure for him 😜

Cute girl: Thanks again for saving him! I own you one 🙏🏻

Him: It's ok, he was too cute to ignore

Cute girl: hahaha yeah! He is the cutest

("You are the cutest" He wanted to say but thought it was too early for that)

Cute girl: *picture attached* ( y/n with Sombra on bed)

Cute girl: Ready for bed! Hope u have a good night sleep! See you soon, Tomura 😘

(Oh, his soul left his body after that.

He probably won't admit that he watched that photo every night before bed. He should buy a treat to that cat when he sees it again)

#mha #bnha #mha shigaraki #bnha shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #tomurashigaraki #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki smut #shigaraki fluff #mha smut #mha spoilers #dabi x tomura #yandere shigaraki #mha fluff #mha scenarios #my hero academia shigaraki #league of villains #shigaraki imagine #shigaraki headcanons #tomura shigiraki x reader #tomura shigaraki smut #mha bakugou #mha deku #bkdk #bnha bakugo katsuki #shoto todoroki #bnha shoto #katsukibakugou #bakugou x y/n

[cultofsappho]

To celebrate the RWRB movie coming out (one more week!!!!), I wanted to compile my personal favorite, classic, RWRB fics

🇺🇸 RWRB Fic Rec Friday 🇬🇧

If you've been around the fandom for a while, you'll probably recognise a few of these. Several are well loved on ao3, and there's some hidden gems in here too.

Under the cut, because this got long quick! But I have 108 rwrb bookmarks on ao3, So... this is honestly the most edited-down list I can make!

In no particular order:

all that glitters (is not gold) by indomitablelove Words: 111,753. Post-Canon

Alex Claremont-Diaz has it all. His mom won the election, he’s got the perfect boyfriend. He gets to love Henry out loud. Everything is great. Perfect.

Except for the itch under his skin every time he goes outside, and the tightness in his chest when he goes online, and the fact that he can’t fucking sleep.

But it's fine. He's fine. Really.

— Or: after the emails, Alex Claremont-Diaz isn’t fine.

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a goddamn blaze in the dark (and you started it) by orionseye Words: 4,612. Outsider(ish) POV

“You had a thing with who?” Spencer asks, cocking an eyebrow.

“No one. It’s nothing.“

“Oh c’mon. We finally get to the juicy shit and you won’t tell me?“

Liam bites his lip, stifling a laugh. “I had a thing with my best friend. All through high school.”

“I thought you had a girlfriend?”

“I did! I thought I was a proud heterosexual until I came here and figured shit out. We–we just, didn’t talk about it. Somewhere in our minds, the whole “making out for an hour” thing was, like, straight or something.”

a.k.a, liam and spencer’s adventures through the tendency of a famous ex-boyfriend to cause international scandals.

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How wonderful life is (while you're in the world) by mlvdybug Words: 34,959. Post-Canon

The corner of Henry’s mouth. It’s disappeared now, covered by the oxygen mask fixed securely around his head, but if Alex concentrates hard enough, he can see it sprawled out in front of him. Every ridge, every bend and edge and turn of it.

He knows Henry’s heart. And that’ll be enough.

(or: the one where henry gets shot and alex is a goddamn mess.)

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(baby) don't make me spell it out by extasiswings Words: 2,074. Post-Canon

One night near the end of first semester 1L finals, just a few weeks before the two-year anniversary of their first kiss, Alex finds himself looking up from his desk with its messy piles of color-coded notes and tabbed textbooks to see Henry asleep on the couch, clearly having dozed off waiting for him to come to bed, and unbidden he thinks, God, I’m going to marry this man.

It startles him, the spike of adrenaline that floods through him waking him up and bringing the parts of his brain turning over concepts like proximate cause and strict liability to a standstill as he stares at Henry.

I want to marry this man.

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Two Sides of the Same Coin by bibliosoph Words: 86,895. AU

Alex has spent his whole life feeling out of place and paranoid. Growing up in a small village with a massive secret, he had to learn how to keep himself safe from harm and away from other people. Until he meets Henry.

Henry is the Prince of Camelot, though he despises the title and all that comes with it. His brother, the King, is a tyrant and makes Henry feel like he isn't enough. He's all but sworn away true love or anything of the sort. Until he meets Alex.

Brought together by magic and circumstance, the two find themselves constantly in the other's presence. But what will happen when that rocky relationship turns into a friendship? Will it then become something more?

Loosely based on Merlin.

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The Royal Wedding by DracoWillHearAboutThis Words: 51,577. Post-Canon

HM Queen Mary is delighted to announce the engagement of Prince Henry to Mr Alexander Claremont-Diaz.

The wedding will take place in the Spring or Summer of 2025, in London. Further details about the wedding date will be announced in due course. 

Prince Henry and Mr Claremont-Diaz became engaged earlier this week during a private holiday in Paris. Prince Henry has informed The Queen and other close members of his family. Prince Henry has sought and received the blessings of Mr Claremont-Diaz's parents.  The couple will live in Nottingham Cottage at Kensington Palace. 

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Bear It All by Bri_Cheese Words: 26,383. AU

Bear: verb. Endure or expose.

Eighteen months after an assassination attempt buries a bullet in his spine, Alexander Claremont-Diaz has to attend the Royal Wedding.

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A Picture on Your Corkboard by bleedingballroomfloor Words: 23,087. Amnesia/50 First Dates AU

It happens on a random morning in May when Alex, age fourteen, pads into the kitchen to greet his mother and steal a waffle from June's plate and sees a man sitting at their breakfast counter, reading a newspaper, a cup of coffee raised to his lips. Like he belongs. Like it's the most natural thing in the world. June doesn't seem to give the man a second thought. She merely flicks Alex on the forehead and takes back the waffle. Ellen isn't worrying, either. In fact, she's talking to him. Asking what his schedule is like. Making plans for dinner.

Alex has never seen this man before in his life.

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say you'll see me again (even if it's just in your wildest dreams) by coffeecatsme Words: 21,331. Trans AU

“You should ask her to dance.” She nudges Alex, and Alex pretends there isn’t a flush rushing up to his face. He opens his mouth to mention every single fucking reason dancing with the blonde is a bad idea—she looks about a foot taller than Alex, objectively uncomfortable for some fucking reason, and Alex is against royalty on, like, principle—but then June nudges him again with widened eyes. “Come on. You know you want to, and I’m sure she’d appreciate it. None of the other fuckers are asking her because of how tall she is.”

For a moment, Alex glares at her. Then, he downs his champagne, shoves it in June’s face and tries to smooth his jacket. “You fucking owe me, June,” he says and ignores the brilliant smile that appears on her face.

“Don’t act so fucking upset about it.”

Or, 5 times Henry is too scared to come out to Alex and 1 time Alex gives him the courage.

Or, 6 times Alex slowly falls in love with Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, for exactly who he is.

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Hetkeksi by Neuqe Words: 13,131. Magic AU

Alex is a rich noble who comes up with ridiculous reasons to see their new court healer, Henry

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you are my heart, and it's beating too fast by DancingChupacabra Words: 1,117. Post-Canon

The night Alex's secret service detail expires.

Or, as it turns out being outed is very traumatic.

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The Beginner's Guide to Floristry by clottedcreamfudge Words: 19,293. Hanahaki AU

As if there's anything romantic about it; as if it's not the most humiliating death Alex can imagine. This is why he doesn't do relationships. This is why he never will. The risk, as far as he fucking sees it, is too great.

Hanahaki Disease is a fictional disease where the victim of unrequited or one-sided love begins to vomit or cough up the petals and flowers of a flowering plant growing in their lungs, which will eventually grow large enough to render breathing impossible.

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to repair a hollowed heart by coffeecatsme Words: 28,952. AU

Alexander Claremont-Diaz, the young ruler of the Underworld, the presider of souls that have passed away, has been banned from Olympus his entire life, on account of bringing death and destruction wherever he goes. His seat in the highest council of gods has been left permanently empty until someone sees all that he is and still falls in love with the man behind.

It's been twenty centuries since the curse has been put upon him, and Alex has long since given up on finding the right person.

Or, a Hades and Persephone AU no one asked for

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And, a little shamless PWP becasue this fandom has some amazing ones. If i had to pick only one, I couldn't, but i'd pick this series:

Alex Claremont-Diaz is a Sub by demigodbeautiies

A series of PWPs surrounding the fact that Alex Claremont-Diaz is, without a doubt, a sub.

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holy god that was long. There were so many others I want to rave about, but I'll try to edit myself for once

I hope some new-er rwrb readers find something to love here! I'm calling a lot of these "classics" becuase they are well loved in the fandom, and rightfully so!!

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #god i love these all so much #i've reread all these several times #i love this fandom so! much! #ao3 #fic rec friday

[yanderu-deredere]

Your ocs with a sick darling maybe? I’m sick right now and want them to comfort me please

a/n: why is this literally me every single day? hopefully you feel better soon and here's some helpful (and maybe not so helpful) yanderes to perhaps be of service to you

warning: please don't take this as an instruction guide to how to take care of a sick person

eun-jeong yoo ★ profile

literally acts like this is why he went to medical school, like this is the sole purpose of his degree and nothing else

unfortunately paranoid tho? like he's checking your temp constantly and if that shit isn't getting better, he'll be like actually i think you have a brain parasite or something, puppy, like idk your symptoms really match--

babies you SO much

doesn't let you get up at all, will get everything for you, will bring food to you, makes you all the good comfort food of korea, etc etc

probably the most likely to get you all better the fastest

You sniffled, pulling the blanket farther up so you were warm and covered.

It made Eun-jeong's heart melt, to be honest. You looked so cozy but also so helpless at the same time. It was like staring at a puppy! Especially with your hair all messy and your big sweet eyes so innocent and watery.

He removed one of his leather gloves to press his palm against your forehead. You were definitely still significantly warm and, from the way your nose was running, it didn't seem like you were going to get better any time soon.

"Okay, puppy, can you sit up for me and take some medicine?" He reached over to get the little cup of flu suppressant with his ungloved hand before he tried to pass it over to you.

When you pouted, he felt his melty heart get pierced. Softly, he placed a kiss on your warm temple "Come on, pretty, just this and then you can chase it with your favourite drink. See? I brought it over?"

When you continued to pout, he just chuckled and helped you up. He'd make you feel better, no matter what.

gawain dubhán byrne ★ profile

paranoid fuck pt. 2

except he doesn't have a medical degree so like you sneeze and he immediately thinks it's brain cancer

all of his worries are sooo far from the truth that it's not even funny (but also its so so funny)

also babies you but not to the point of forcing you to stay in bed or not letting you do things you want

like if you wanna sit on the couch and watch movies instead of huddling in bed, he'll let you

but he'll also be there lmao he's attached to your hip

"What do you want to watch, darling?" He grabbed the remote for you so he could flick the expensive flat screen on. "Anything you want, I promise."

You just sniffled, your voice hoarse as you shrugged, pulling the blanket tighter around you "We can watch Pride and Prejudice. I know it's your favourite."

"My sweet, I want to watch something you want to watch." Gawain frowned though it was hard to at the sight of you.

You're sitting huddled on the couch, looking like a bulky little potato or maybe a stubby burrito. It was precious and part of him wanted to keep you sick forever.

"Might just fall asleep." You leaned your head against his shoulder and his heart fluttered "Just wanna watch sm'th you wanna watch."

"Okay, darling, that's good too." Gawain pressed one last kiss on the top of your head before pointing the remote at the flat screen to start Netflix

fujio watanabe ★ profile

can barely take care of himself let alone you

then again, he made sure his little brother survived to adulthood, right? he can take care of a sick darling

wrong.

he's definitely there just for muscle. you can't move around so you can ask him to do things for you

you have to be specific tho forreal becos you'll ask him to get you soup and he'll get you all the soup, all the kinds he can find

same goes for medicine, cough drops, etc etc

keeps calling his little brother for advice lol like you can just hear him in the background, panicking

"What do you mean thermometer? Can't I just put my hand on her forehead and know?" Fujio grumbled into the phone, his hand on his own forehead as he stared at you curled up on the couch.

He could hear the static sigh of his brother on the other end of the line "If her fever gets to a certain point, you have to take her to the emergency room."

It was like someone dumped cold water over him. Emergency? It was just a cold wasn't it? Why'd you need to go to the emergency room?

"Okay, okay." It was like someone lit a fire under him. "Just stay on the line."

He rushed around, phone held in between his shoulder and his ear. He hurried to get his keys, a jacket, his wallet-- Before he left to go out the door, Fujio leaned over to you, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple.

"I'll be back, baby, don't worry. I'll take care of this."

ryuunosuke yamamoto ★ profile

he knows first aid? but that's about it lmao

you know that saying that's like idiots can't get colds? mans has the strongest immune system in the world

part of him is actually kind of fascinated by your cold like what, your nose is blocked? what does that mean? and your body is warm? why is your body so warm? huh?

literally has only two people he can call that he trusts and one of them doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about (fujio) and the other can't be bothered (fujio's brother)

definitely depends on you to tell him what to do

"Here, I made you miso soup. It's the only soup I know how to make." He pulled the coffee table closer to the sofa with his free hand before he placed the bowl of hot soup in front of you.

You muttered a very crackly thank you before reaching over. He stood there, watching your every move like a hawk, his fingers playing with each other in anxiety.

Because of your bad throat, instead of saying anything, you just gave Ryuu an enthusiastic thumbs up. Or, as enthusiastic as you could looking like you were half dead.

His entire body relaxed and he plopped down next to you, making sure his large body didn't jostle you too much. He then wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"Don't do that! You could get sick!" You growled at him, voice throaty.

Ryuu just laughed, pressing another kiss against the same exact place "Babe, I don't get sick ever, don't worry."

ayaka yamato ★ profile

would not touch you with a ten foot pole

like sorry, she loves you with all of her heart and all but like what if she gets sick? no way!

does hire the best doctors in the world to take care of you

gets really angry at you for no reason becos why the hell did you get sick, now she can't be around you!

despite the fact that she can't be around you, she definitely hovers close to your room

demands that you stay at her place also lol

"Hi hi, baby, how are you?" Ayaka smiled at nothing in particular, her glamorous nails tapping against the coffee table in front of her, her glitzy phone held against her ear.

All you could do was really groan and, from the sound of rustling sheets, she could tell that you had shifted positions.

She could almost cry. She wanted so badly to be able cuddle you close, to hold you and comfort you, maybe even run her fingers through your hair. But you were sick and there was no way in hell you were going to pass that bug to her.

"Baby, I asked you a question." She said instead, her grip on her phone tightening.

"I'm fine, my love, my throat just hurts a lot." You finally responded after a minute of silence. Probably because you were in so much pain, Ayaka thought bitterly.

She nodded despite the fact that you couldn't see her "Okay, okay, I'll leave you to rest. Text me if I can get anything for you, okay?"

You grumbled out an affirmative and she forced herself to hang up after exchanging 'I love you's. Ayaka didn't sit there doing nothing for long though.

Immediately, she stood up so she could pace before dialing another number. Her face contorted and, if anybody could see the anger that was radiating off of her, they probably would've scampered in the opposite direction.

"What the hell am I paying you for! You're supposed to be making my darling feel better! Goddamnit, go back in there and do something or I'll have my guards fillet you, you useless piece of shit!"

#yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #yandere #female yandere #male yandere #oc x reader #female oc #male oc #eunjeong #fujio #gawain #ryuu #ayaka #drabbles #bulleted

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What a (Not so) Strange World - V

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The more you looked at the statues the more you wanted to laugh.

It wasn't the awkward laugh you'd give when you look away when someone compliments you, nor the laugh when someone makes you laugh.

It was the laugh you'd have when you don't understand something and your brain thinks the most logical reaction is to laugh.

Damn, if Neige could be related to Snow White due to the similarities the two scared, here there was not the slightest doubt that those the statues depicted were the ones you had known firsthand.

Hell some of them had raised you.

“Madam Biche, are you interested in the Great Seven?”

Oh, that's right, Rock was with you, you almost forgot.

“Yeah, I guess you can say that…uhm, what did they do to become the Great Seven?” you asked, continuing to let your gaze wander between the statues

(The Queenie statue was a little burnt, now that you looked at it carefully…)

The boy narrowed his eyes slightly, but continued to smile at you

“ Never heard of them? I guess you must be from very far away”

Now he was calling you ignorant right?

You weren't sure you should have heard him, since he was whispering, but you had heard him and you felt a little offended.

It wasn't as if you had grown up with the stories of these Great Seven, in fact, the stories you knew certainly wouldn't have earned them statues. You were sure of it.

On the other hand, however, Rook did not know that you were not of this world, and therefore it was probably strange that you did not know the deeds of these great Rulers.

But you didn't like being called ignorant - even if in this case it was true.

(Rook was amazed that you didn't know who the Great Seven were, but not for the reason you thought; no, when you approached the statues you stopped to look at them with a confused expression, as if you didn't understand why there were statues with those features. You became more and more interesting)

He told you the events that had made the Great Seven ,well, the Great Seven and the more he told you their stories the more genuinely confused you seemed.

The information Rook had given you was what you knew, it was generic information, but it matched the personalities of your world, yet the epilogues were completely different.

You should do some research

Ahh, you could already foresee the big headache that all this would bring.

The universe must have wanted to have fun with you, it was obvious

While you cursed everything that came to your mind, Rook wondered if all your emotions could be seen on your face; your expressions were cute

Rook later accompanied you to the president's office and greeted you, inviting you to have tea with him in the Pomefiore common room, and as soon as the name of the dormitory left his lips, the blond could see your eyes light up and your smile form

Très Magnifique

And he walked away with a feeling of warmth.

You on your side recognized the name of the dormitory and knew that Vil was its Housewarden.

You didn't know what the characteristics of each dorm were, but you could imagine that being charming was one of Pomefiore's characteristics, if Rook and Vil were part of it.

You knocked on the office door several times, but no one answered, so once you confirmed that it wasn't completely locked, you entered.

The room was decidedly dark.

The curtains were open, but there were some kind of grates on the windows and therefore natural light was reduced; this explained the chandelier on the ceiling, even if the amount of lights out made you doubt the functionality of the object

And definitely messy.

The desk was covered in documents, open folders and scattered papers.

You'd get a headache just looking at them.

But beyond the paintings of the Great Seven there wasn't much else to look at.

There was really something bothering you about the room and you weren't sure what it was.

“Luckily for you, I am kind enough to not make you feel guilty for entering my office without permission, but please, know that such a violation wouldn't normally go unpunished.”

It took a lot of willpower not to yell at him that it was his fault that you had entered his study

The man in front of you seemed rather theatrical to you, had he not clearly said that this was his office you would have doubted he was a principal.

He must have liked crows given his…peculiar clothing. Was he stylish? Perhaps. But in your eyes that feather cloak was very tacky… but the claw rings were really pretty, you could give him that

Crowley – “Dire Crowley” - after having ascertained several times that you were the student that he had kindly and compassionately agreed to host – he had literally asked you if you were from the RSA, with a rather annoyed look you could add – he had pushed you out of the room, highlighting how lucky you were at that moment, after all it wasn't every day that the Headmage himself acted as a guide around the school

You doubted that having such a character as a guide was a blessing, but the RSA HeadMage had warned you that Crowley was peculiar.

The man gave you a tour of the school, showing you the classes in which you would have lessons and underlining several times how he had insisted on certain classes, for the good of the students, because he cares a lot about their well-being.

He also explained to you that since you were a special case, your accommodation had been prepared especially for you, but in a hurry and therefore it shouldn't surprise you too much if there were some small jobs to do.

Your quarters hadn't been made especially for you at all - but you didn't need to know that - it was the Ramshackle Dorm, because unwanted guests were now residing there - you didn't have to know that either - Crowley did it for you, you would have definitely feel lonely if you had a room of your own - and he didn't have the slightest desire to renovate one of his closets, er, staff rooms - at least you'd have someone to look after you - he was a Headmaster, not a babysitter.

(Crowley had totally forgotten, however, that both Crewel and Trein had in fact brought one of the teachers' quarters back into use, that they had told him so, and that he had also given permission to do so. He had been oh so busy, that it had completely slipped his mind)

As you moved, however, you began to hear several screams coming from what you soon discovered was the Cafeteria.

You also discovered that the man could be quite scary when he was angry.

You weren't really sure of what had happened, but there was a chandelier on the floor and then there was Crowley yelling at three students that they had been expelled, then they all started talking in lower voices and you didn't quite understand what they were saying to each other.

All you knew was that then the three – four if you counted the unconscious weasel – had run away and one of them, the one with the red hair, had bumped into your shoulder and hadn't even apologised.

Rude.

(Actually Ace hadn't seen you, he had other things on his mind, but Deuce had turned to apologize, but you had your back turned and hadn't seen him)

You had heard Crowley complaining about the paperwork he would have to deal with for the expulsion as he looked at the now destroyed chandelier.

When he realized that you were there too, he apologized for having made you see this not so nice side of him, ' but sometimes you have to have an iron fist with the students ', and then he returned to his jovial tone as you headed to the place where you would have stayed.

The Hall of Mirrors was…different, you had expected it to be more majestic than it actually was, but nothing would surpass the look of disgust you had as soon as you saw Ramshackle.

(Crowley couldn't blame you, the place was in terrible shape, but he was committed to making it habitable, more or less.)

And so your tour of the school ended.

In front of a creaking door of a dilapidated building…

Had Trein and Crewel really agreed to this being your arrangement?

It wasn't that you were spoiled or anything, it just didn't seem like a very safe building to live in.

Hmm, you would have talked about it with your guardians

When you walked through the door you kicked up so much dust that you started coughing and thinking you were going to die from it.

The wooden floor – which was probably not moldy thanks to some magic – creaked with every step you took, and you admired how most of the furniture was covered in sheets to protect it from the dust.

You approached the kitchen area, which seemed a little less abandoned than the rest of the building, but you couldn't do much, because a ghost had approached you

(he had emerged from the kitchen fires while you were trying to light them up)

When he came out you opened your eyes wide, but he didn't seem very happy with your reaction, in fact he seemed to be quite upset about it.

You must have looked a little worried as you heard a voice that reassured you

Well, hearing that voice scared you and all your worry about the ghost in front of you was gone, as the said ghost was laughing like a maniac – if you wanted to be mean, he probably died laughing before becoming ,well a ghost .

The voice belonged to a rather skinny ghost with well-pronounced cheekbones and dark circles under his eyes – you didn't think it was possible, but the universe was having fun proving you wrong.

“We've been alone for sooo long, we had to find a way to pass time. Sorry for scaring you”

While the other ghost was still laughing at your expense, the ghost with the dark circles gave you a little tour of the building pointing out everything that was wrong – that is, everything.

You were quite satisfied when among all that dust everywhere - on the stairs, on the windows, on the floor - you found a decent room; okay it was dusty and there were several cobwebs, but its condition compared to the rest of this room was perfect.

(apart from another little ghost, slightly stockier than the others, who came out as soon as you grabbed the door knob. Yes, they must have been here for a long time and they certainly had a little fun)

You were almost about to change your mind about Crowley's good intentions, okay, the place was what it was, but at least the man had deigned to give you a room in good condition, when the ghosts told you that that was Yuu and Grim's room

It took you a few seconds to realize that you would have roommates, that they were nowhere to be seen at the moment, that Crowley probably hadn't thought about you and your living arrangements at all, and that you had no idea how or why Yuu and Grim were willing to live in this place that would probably fall down at any moment.

As soon as you recovered from the very heavy attack of dust that had overtaken you as soon as you opened the window of the room you had claimed as yours, you set to work cleaning up and thank goodness Frau Grimilde was a bit of a clean freak and you had learned a few little spell of order and cleanliness and in that moment you were so grateful for it, given that without the help of magic it would have taken you three times as long to make that room livable

(Grimilde is not a cleanliness freak, but she demands that the place she is in is tidy - a queen cannot live in a stable - also because making potions in a messy and disorganized place creates nothing but disastrous results)

And okay, if Crewel and Trein didn't complain about your accommodations, it meant there was effectively nowhere else they could have you stay. But it was rude not to put even a bottle of water in the fridge or a pack of biscuits in the pantry - suppose you have to recover from having cleaned a room in terrible condition.

Forcing your guests to do the shopping, this was new.

You probably would have liked to be on good terms with your new roommates, so you asked the ghosts if the two had any preferences

(Apparently Yuu ate little and none of the three had any idea of ​​their preferences, they told you about Grim that he had a strong obsession with Tuna, what the heck was him,a cat? Was it even healthy as thing?)

Remembering the way to Sam's shop - also thanks to some students you had asked for information - you started shopping at the place.

This place was also dark – it must have been the aura of the school – but it was difficult to concentrate on just one thing in particular. You obviously picked the ones that reminded you of home because there, in that shop in another world, there were Madame Tremaine's earrings and ring, but in what from the outside looked like a mouse's hole you could find literally everything .

You'll probably come often, it seemed like a nice place.

When you paid – in addition to noticing a shadow moving strangely – the clerk, who you realized was Sam, you gave him Crewel's credit card number, and he laughed as he looked at what you had purchased.

Just a few seconds later you got a call from Crewel

“My dear Pup, could you explain why it's look like I've bought 10 cans of Tuna?”

“Cause I did buy 10 cans of Tuna…”

“And you did it because…”

“Because I have to make dinner, I guess”

You heard a very heavy sigh before hearing Crewel say he would be there shortly

When the man arrived at the store – you were waiting outside though – Crewel gave you a look somewhere between disgusted and confused.

(Crewel had given you his card number for emergencies, because he would actually never send you out without a Madol, but he wasn't totally convinced that buying Tuna was considered an emergency)

He took your bags and you started walking, you wanted to try to explain why you made these purchases, but you forgot everything as you realized that you were heading in the opposite direction to the Hall of Mirrors

“Didn't you come here from your room, pup?”

“Yeah, my room in the Ramshackle Dorm”

“Sorry, your room in where pup?”

Omake

(“Hi” “Hi little one” “Do you accept credit cards?… Good, put it on the Crewel's one, I'm kind of his daughter if you're wondering” “Thoose seems kinda heavy, lucky you, I have these auto-portable bags at 30%” “No, thanks, and dad would kill me if I ever bought something that ugly, sorry” “Not even if it is twofer?” “Only this one though”)

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst x reader #disney #reader insert #twisted wonderland x reader #rook hunt #rook x reader #vil schoenheit #divus crewel #crowley

[sawtual]

do you have any nica pierce and tiffany valentine headcanons?

letting this ask age like fine wine until i got to the perfect point to answer it which is right now i guess <3

im not sure if you were asking for them separately or as a ship but uhhhh ill just cover all my bases ^_^

when nica was in college she was kind of a heart breaker. she hadn’t dated very much in highschool, probably just some boy for a few months, mainly out of a feeling of obligation, but she really hits her stride in college. it helps because shes finally on her own, she can spread her wings without the burden of feeling like the pitiful disabled girl with the mentally ill mother. in college she gets to be witty and charming and make friends who dont know her dreary backstory. also in college she realizes she is in fact a lesbian.. <3 (insert obligatory changing my major reference thank you kora)

nica’s kind of reveling in the discovery of women and kissing women and being with women and well she is all about that but i fear that she is a huge commitmentphobe is the problem. the list of messy exes and ghosted one night stands is something that honestly embarrasses nica but well you see they were too clingy ! (wanted to sleep over after having sex) they were too pushy and nosey! (asked about her childhood)

basically um. well imagine growing up and your mother drills it into you over and over again that the scariest most dangerous thing you can do is fall in love with someone. that no matter what nica does, dont love another person. dont open yourself up to the hurt, the pain, the loss. and nica rebuffs it because of course she does. she resents her mother for thinking nica cant handle herself, handle possible loss or pain, but she grew up on this, this fear and anguish seeped into her brain and now she herself is terrified of that possible loss. so she simply does not open herself up to that! which is actually what is so funny but also perfect about tiffanica to me. nica so resistent and fearful of commitment and mutual love that it takes another woman literally keeping her in their house like a wounded bird for her to get the kind of exposure therapy she needed to see that maybe being loved is not the terrible thing she grew up thinking it would be

oh also i really believe that sarah pierce has had a few suicide scares in the past, and that was particularly hard when barb was away from home (nica would be 12-18 all by herself with her mother). nica feels extremely responsible for her mothers mental health and keeping her safe. in fact i genuinely believe that the reason nica is at home in curse is not because of her own health reasons but because sarahs mental health took a pretty drastic drip and, of course barb refused to take care of her (she wanted to send her to a care home/or a ward), so nica swallowed her pride and gave up her independence to move back with her mother and keep an eye on her while she got better. i genuinely believe this is canon i wont lie, i feel like its very well supported in the text and implications of the movie.. but im just throwing it in here because i like spreading the good word

so for tiffany its pretty much canon that she meets chucky when shes uhhh 19 if we are being generous. shes very young. and hes in his late 20s </3. so well for tiffany i think she had a very messy time in her teenage years. a lot of intense relationships that were not good for her at all, she wanted to feel something, feel alive and in control but these men dont really wake that feeling up in her. she’s not careful with herself, i wouldnt call her suicidal but shes not very concerned with her life. visiting bars and hooking up with dangerous looking men for a thrill, shes kind of just waiting to get murdered about it the rate shes going. but when she meets chucky the pieces just fall into place. their relationship is so turbulent and exciting and dangerous and everything tiffany thought she wanted. but chucky is on a level above tiffany, hes colder, more calculating, more manipulative and dangerous, despite how badly tiffany wants to be just as despicable as him.

this isnt so much a headcanon but uhhhh. the fact that tiffany and chucky are together for 2 years before he dies. the fact that chucky kills her mother.. ^_^ um well i think that was probably just about the most fucked up thing. you have no one but me. she was holding you back. she wanted to stop you, but i want to set you free. etc etc etc… AGHH. when youre wrapped up so tightly in another person like that, in such a twisted and desperate and unhealthy way, it really does make sense that tiffany is obsessed with chucky ten years later. especially the fact that in that time she had idealized him so severely, i really believe that tiffany had completely twisted their relationship up in her head in the 10 years he was gone. she convinces herself that what they had was magical, that he was the one for her, that he was more loving than he actually was, that he held a certain amount of tenderness for her that shes emphasized in her mind. that she was the villain in their relationship, the desperate jealous bitch who hurt her loving boyfriend, without even giving him a chance. she gets the chucky heart tattoo when she finds out he dies, revels in the pain. she deserves to hurt after what she did. its less of a tattoo and more of a brand

hmmm kind of headcanon but also kind of implied canon due to jennifer and fiona’s machinations.. but i really like the concept of tiffany and nica having a very complicated and interesting dynamic post cult. the first time tiffany meets nica properly, is after chucky has hurt her. maybe he hit her or said something particularly hurtful, but she swings back and hits him across the face and well. out comes nica. this is how they meet the first few times. nica manages to wrangle her anxiety and panic under control, seeing the way that tiffany is so hysterically upset and anguished. and she comforts her. she doesnt know what else to do, she hates tiffany, cant look at her without hearing “she’s dead, miss pierce” ringing in her ears but the longer tiffany spends sobbing in nicas arms, she doesnt feel that burning hatred in the pit of her stomach. the fear kind of subsides a little too, not by much, but its not the overwhelming blind panic she felt the first time this happened. shes realizing that tiffany is not the cold calculating villain that she had believed her to be. that shes broken, hurting and scared, and desperately in love with chucky, someone who cant love her back the way she wants, the way she needs.. nica pities her

also the rest of my tiffanica thoughts lie squarely in the alternate but better reality where nica never gets dismembered and tiffany exorcises chucky from her body, so them living in tiffanys house together is a lot more like. focused on their dynamic and how they learn to care for each other in a way that makes sense to both of them. its kind of everything to me.. ^_^

OH one additional silly headcanon i have is that barb owned a copy of bound, but she left it at home after leaving to college, and a young nica ends up stumbling upon it and well um. it in fact does affect her in ways.

#sorry i dont have as much stuff to say for tiffany um the thing is she is so much better written than nica so i have to do a ton of legwork- #to flesh nica out #while tiffany is already a comprehensive character with motives and feelings that align with her throughout the entire franchise.. #SO THERES THAT #also sorry i feel like you probably wanted me to say their favorite mcdonalds orders or something which sure i can do that too but well #when you let me go with a vague prompt im going to be going quite insane unfortunately #i <3 meta posting and thinking so much and fleshing characters out and rolling them aroundin my head #asks #anon #tiffanica #tiffany valentine #nica pierce #childs play #long post #text heavy

[daybreak-tkler]

❝The Green Eyed Monster❞

Lee(s): sin of Envy! Hyunjin

Ler(s): human! band member! Felix

Small Synopsis: Hyunjin is the sin of envy from the underworld and he attaches himself to a bright, happy human who has everything Hyunjin wanted before he was turned into a sin. He hopes to get away with secretly envying Felix's lifestyle but when he's caught, the human has other plans for this "green eyed monster"

a/n: this is a fic for anon! I hope you don't mind the plot! I thought it would be pretty cute to have an envious Hyunjin tickled~ trigger warning, there is swearing,, like once,, Felix says a swear word once. Also it's mentioned a few times that Hyunjin is from the underworld,, but there's no graphic depictions of it. It's just a silly little tickle fic.

In the short time he's been back on earth, Hyunjin has noticed a few things. One, Seoul is much more gorgeous than he remembers it being,, and two, there's a certain man that makes his heart ache. In envy. Lee Felix was a man who had moved to Seoul a couple of years back whilst Hyunjin was still in the underworld, and the long-haired male was unsure whether it was because he was the sin of envy, or whether it was that Felix was exactly everything he had wanted as a human but he was absolutely seething at the sight of him.

Just look at him! Sitting there with his friends looking positively gorgeous and having a smile that radiates warmth and happiness. He has blonde hair, freckles and such charming eyes. He looked well-off, but not necessarily rich. And it made Hyunjin angry. So for the past few weeks, his eyes have been glued to Felix. He watches him complete his daily routine from making breakfast to practicing singing. And the sin felt a pang of jealousy every. single. time. He doesn't remember feeling this envious when he was human, becoming a demon must've done something to his brain.

He thought he was doing just fine for a month or so, that Felix didn't notice his presence. He wasn't visible to the human eye, but one could tell another presence was there. And unfortunately for Hyunjin, he didn't go unnoticed for as long as he would've liked. It was the early evening and there was a storm outside. Rain thrashed against the windows of Felix's apartment and lighting clapped as the thunder boomed. As for the human himself, he was in his bedroom under the covers. Probably working on something for Chan, Hyunjin thought as he watched from beyond - invisible as per usual. The more his eyes bored into Felix, the more he felt the jealousy building up in his gut. He just couldn't help it! Felix's dimly lit room was so aesthetically pleasing. It had a neutral colour pallette, with off-white sheets that had brown embroidery. Everything was so neat, too, which was shocking considering the rest of the aussie's apartment was pretty messy.

A particularly loud clap of lighting strikes through the air and, alarmingly, its green rather than a bright glow of light. Was that Hyunjin's doing? His eyes were twitching as he stared at the perfect man before him. It was such an aggressive shock of lightning that it appears the power went out; Felix's lamp had somehow switched off. "Oh no,, shit, my laptop's almost dead!" Felix curses, quickly going to save whatever the heck he was working on so that he didn't lose that progress. "Why'd you do that? Huh?" he asks as he stares at Hyunjin. Wait a second. He's staring at Hyunjin,, like,, directly at him. How? How can he even see? "Your eyes are glowing green," Felix says abruptly as though he could hear the sin's thoughts. "My eyes are glowing,, what?-" Hyunjin squeaks, blinking a few times. "Oh, so that's what you look like," Felix says with a grin.

The glowing of Hyunjin's eyes fade and the Australian tilts his head "Oh, don't do that! There's no other light source!" he says with a smug smile. Wow, Hyunjin wanted to rip that smile from his face. Or did he want to see it..? The sin's eyes glow again as they bore into Felix's brown eyes. "What're you thinking about?~" the freckled male asks coyly. Hyunjin doesn't reply at first as he inches closer to the foot of Felix's bed. "I.. You have a pretty smile,, I'm jealous," he replies, all too seriously with an eye twitch. Before Felix can squeeze out another reply Hyunjin has pounced on top of him, attempting to squeeze his sides in the hopes of a reaction. But he gets no such reaction. Well, Felix does laugh, but not from the sensation. More so at Hyunjin.

"What,, what's so funny?" it sounds more like a threat than a question. "You are!" Felix giggles. "Trying to tickle me because you're jealous of my smile, do you know how ridiculous that is when you probably..." he trails off as he switches their positions, now sitting with his each knee beside the each of the sin's thighs. "...have a pretty smile of your own!"

Hyunjin instinctively sucks his tummy in as Felix leans down to poke him, the little prod causing him to squeak. To this reaction, Felix smirks "Ticklish at all, envy sin?~" he coos teasingly. His fingers spider along Hyunjin's tummy, making the sin snort quietly. He attempts to keep the laughter in,, because how dare this mortal attempt to tickle a sin! But it didn't help at all that Hyunjin was incredibly sensitive all over. "You're squirming but you won't laugh for me?~" Felix teases as he gently pokes his fingers all over Hyunjin's tummy. "Coochie coo~ I can see that cute smile but where's the laughter?~" he croons with a smug smile.

It doesn't take long for Hyunjin to lose it. "Pfft,, nohohohoho, hah, naahahAhaha! St-Stohop!" he squeaks out and Felix coos. "There it is~ what a pretty laugh,, why would you be so envious of my laugh when yours is this sweet?~" The young aussie asks with a content grin. He wiggles his fingers aaaall over the envy sin's poor stomach, even pulling up that baggy black shirt Hyunjin had dressed himself in to poke at his belly button. "noh,, noHohohohooo! Dohohohon't dohoho that!!" he pleads, but that pleading falls on deaf ears as Felix continues to spider his fingers upwards. "Let's see where else you're ticklish~"

Hyunjin was losing his mind, this was not what he hoped would happen! He didn't even know what he expected to occur but this wasn't it! "Let's count these ribs... I'm curious whether a demon like you has the right number of them~" Felix sings, giggling at Hyunjin's weak attempts to stop him. It didn't help that it was dark in the room as well, from the power cut Hyunjin had caused. He couldn't really see where Felix's fingers were going, but he could definitely guess now that the other was teasing him.

"One,, two,,, three,,, four,, fi- hey, could you cut that out?~ you're distracting me~" Felix coos to the male beneath him who was chortling and squeaking as his ribs were pinched and gently wiggled. "I c-cahahahaan't heheheelp it! You're beheheheing meheheean!" Hyunjin protests, much to Felix's delight because it causes him to grin wider. His fingers softly rake down Hyunjin's torso, making the male squeal and squirm more. "Cute," Felix chirps, much to Hyunjin's dismay as his cheeks flare up. Good thing it was dark, or else the aussie male would've teased him about his pink cheeks too.

"Hey, hold your arms up for a second?" Felix hums and Hyunjin obeys. He doesn't know why he obeys because he knows what Felix is going to do. Once he feels the delicate tracing against his underarms he loses it,, almost immediately. "eEeehehheek! Nohoho!" he squeaks, his arms falling to his sides immediately. Felix chuckles "You shouldn't have turned my power off, I wouldn't have acknowledged you in the moment~" the young male teases as he lifts Hyunjin's arms and dances his fingers mercilessly against his poor underarms. "nOHOohoHoho! StohohoOhop I'll tuhuhurn the pohohower baahhack on!" promises the sin, but that's not good enough for the other.

Felix stops, its abrupt but Hyunjin's slightly glad so he can heave in a few deep breaths. He does notice, however, that the male on top of him has taken it deep breath as well. "Oh, no,, no no no no- wait cmon, lets talk about tHIHIHIHIS!--" Hyunjin lets out a squawk of surprise as Felix lands a raspberry on his tummy. Right over his belly button. Would this guy give him a break already? "We can talk about it?~ but you're the one who's been jealously watching what I've been doing, I know it was you who caused the lights to flicker at our last venue," Felix grins as he meanly pinches at Hyunjin's sides in a ticklish manner, watching as the sin below him giggles helplessly.

He was right, Hyunjin had been at Felix's last venue. They had performed at a club on a Friday evening and Hyunjin had merely watched as the sunshine boy and his band nailed the performance. And God, he was jealous. So envious that he had caused the lights to flicker and whatnot. He had been causing small inconveniences to Felix entirely by accident, because he was too darn jealous.

A squeeze to his hips pulls him out of his deep thoughts. "Heheheheheheey!- cuhuhut that ohohout!" he laughs. "Ah, were you even listening to me?~ I said I'm going to get you in a few more places as punishment for what you've been doing recently!" The Australian male preens at his own words and Hyunjin's head leans back against the soft mattress. "Ohohoho noho," he whines. Felix tilts his head to the side as he teasingly traces the tips of his fingers down Hyunjin's sides and back to his hips, causing the lee to titter ticklishly. "Hmhmhm ahaha! ihihihit tihihickles toohohohoo much!"

And yet, he didn't want the male above him to stop just yet because whilst the feeling was unknown it wasn't... unwelcomed. He couldn't say he'd been tickled like this before when he was human but,, he was quite ticklish wasn't he? Luckily for him, Felix didn't seem like he would be stopping just yet either as his hands trail down to experimentally squeeze Hyunjin's thighs, eyes glancing up to check if he was overstepping any boundaries. The lee beneath him merely snorted, giggling to his heart's content.

Minutes of pokes and squeezes and traces pass by and even though Felix wasn't being particularly mean to him anymore, he holds the other's hands and gives them a small squeeze to signal he's had enough. "Y'know, Envy, you're cute. Why are you so jealous of me in the first place?" Felix asks kindly as he flops down to the side so that he was laying beside Hyunjin now. After taking a few well deserved breaths and sipping some of Felix's now-cold fruit tea he hums. "That's just how I am, I guess you just have everything I wanted when I was human," the sin shrugs and Felix tilts his head, humming. "Well if you want more tickles, I can always give you some more~" the freckled male teases. "And if you want to be friends, I won't oppose,, so long as you stop watching me from afar.."

Silence rings out over the room as a clap of lighting brings life back to the room. The power was back on now and Felix smiles.

"Hey, Felix?"

"What's up, Envy?"

Hyunjin snorts loudly "My name is Hyunjin and,, could we,, I dunno,, cuddle?" he asks meekly.

Felix smiles widely "We sure can, Hyunjin,"

#cute tickles #kpop tickling #kpop tickle #tickle #tickle community #ticklefics #stray kids tickle #lee! hyunjin #ler! felix #tickle fantasy #hyunjin is jealous #but he can't help it #he's the sin of envy #atlas writes

[asimmutableasgravity]

hanahaki!hangman

its no secret that i am working on a hanahaki au for tgm.. and its been a journey. i would like to share a snippet and if the reception is good ill probably finish it as a Christmas present

anyway angst stuff incoming! cw he does throw one up here so if ur uncomfy pls don't read!

He hears Rooster and his blood freezes.

Everything sounds like he's underwater. He tries not to look at him, but he knows his face betrays the worry he feels. Through the fog permeating his brain, he catches that he’s on reserve. He clenches his jaw, trying to keep anything else from spilling out. It invites no strong emotion in him because all he can think about is Bradley.

The rest of the day, two different sides of him fight. Rooster is a capable pilot, someone who can lead and who has the ability to pull the stupid shit Maverick does. He’s just as good as Hangman, but Hangman would be better suited for a decisive fight if they encounter any enemies. Jake has less to lose.

Bradley leaves the room after their briefing and doesn’t wait for anyone to talk to him. Jake looks on, a twisting feeling taking over his insides. Bradley, who has a habit of going slow, and who is going to go up against quick and ruthless fifth-generation fighters.

Bradley is a good pilot, but he can’t die like this.

They get the day off after that, and Jake pounds it at the gym. Hopefully, the physical pain overpowers his inner turmoil.

By evening, he can’t take it anymore. He leaves the lockers, walks the rounds and sees the lights on in one room. Jake slows down.

It’s the cool-down room for the pilots before they head up or after they come down. It’s covered in photos and memorabilia. So, when he sees someone in a black shirt with messy brown hair staring at a photo, he stops.

He only sees Rooster’s back, but he hears what he says. “Talk to me, Dad.”

Something pangs in his chest, and he runs off.

“You can’t send him on this mission.” There is no room for argument here. Maverick is sitting at his desk, tapping away on his tablet. Jake has half the mind to pick it up and smash it to the ground if it would get his point across. The metal door frame he’s leaning on is cold, and Mav’s stare is even colder as he looks at him.

“Lieutenant, I’m not changing my decision.”

“You have to.” Jake marches into the room. He stands tall and his face is set, and you could never guess that he spent ten minutes hunched over a toilet, tearing his throat raw. He can still taste the blood in his mouth, but he straightens himself. He can’t let Rooster do this.

“Lieutenant, this is grounds for insubordination.” And now Jake has to stifle a laugh because of the stories he’s heard about Maverick. He’s the fucking poster child for insubordination and he’s lecturing him? Jake stifles a cough.

“Captain,” he searches for the words. “He hasn’t learnt from anything, he’s the same guy, you can’t send someone like him up there!” The desperation leaks in his voice, and he feels sick, light-headed. Maverick clasps his hands together, too pissed to fake looking over his documents. He presses his lips together and is about to launch into a tirade, but Jake repeats himself from days ago.

“You know he isn’t ready, you know this.”

“Lieutenant, my choices are made with the mission’s success in mind, and he is one of the best pilots we have.” There’s a hint of anger under Maverick’s voice. That only adds to why Rooster can't fly, he chose Rooster for the mission because of their weird history. Emotions have no place in an active battle, you need gut reactions, not anxiety. He can’t go on this mission.

“But-” And he can feel it, crawling up his throat.

He coughs, but it goes from quiet to something that sounds painful. He covers his mouth, and he feels the tell-tale softness of a petal. He has to choke it down because he knows more are coming. He has to force this down. He puts another hand over his mouth, pressing it tight against his face.

Maverick’s anger fades into concern. He makes a move to stand, but Jake steps back. He tastes something metallic in his mouth.

He tries to swallow it down because he has to make Maverick listen, he has to save Bradley from this. His cheeks are filling up, and he can feel something that's definitely not a petal move up his throat. They feel like mini stalks, leaves tickling his throat.

"Lieutenant!" Maverick moves towards Jake. Jake shakes his head, but the movement lets petals fall from his mouth.

Bright yellow, tear-shaped petals fall to the floor. They contrast against the cement and Maverick stills, looking at them and back to Jake. His mouth is agape.

Jake can't come back from this. He accepts surrender.

He slowly removes his hands from his mouth, and more petals fall out, their colours going from yellow to their more iconic orange.

Horror dawns on the captain's face, turning him pale and his eyes to grow wide. Something catches in his throat, something much bigger than the petals, and with a hand on his neck, Jake coughs it out.

A full flower, with stalk and leaves, falls slowly to the ground. Its yellow petals are tinged with red blood spots.

Recognition fills Maverick's face. Jake closes his eyes.

-

guess what flower hangman is throwing up and u win my eternal love and respect and my soul also

#tgm #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #tgm fic #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #hangster #sereshaw #jake seresin #bradley bradshaw #hangman #rooster #jake seresin fic #jake seresin angst #jake hangman seresin angst #pete mitchell #pete maverick mitchell #maverick #okay its a poppy lmao but its a very specific type #its the type u have to guess !!

[intertexts-moving]

i want 2 know sooo much abt ur fantrolls 🎟🎟🎟 << handing u 3 free passes to tell me all abt ur fantrolls

OUGHH HI MAC.... HIII CATKISS.GIF i am hugging u SO HARD rn.... ok ok. well. rising action is my little fucking freak trollsona i'll get them out of the way. theyre just me but lamer & more endearing.

altair almach & tianyi weixiu however !!!!!!!!!! they r everything to me. my pet naming convention fr hs ocs is IAU-approved star names so altair is. well. altair from aquila. & almach is in andromeda! (weixiu is 尾宿 not 胃宿 fwiw.. i recognize that probably no one who cares about my ocs knows mandarin or give a shit abt. chinese astronomy however it is important to me.) & tianyi is a star in draco :]

anyway anyway anyway i do not have the brain for big lorebuilding so they mostly just spin around in my brain microwave BUT. altair (they/he) is a goldblood & they're a professional mechanic.. unusually enough he apparently has no psionic abilities. none at all. (he does. hes a draft evader.) this however is made up for by the fact that they're extremely intuitive & good at fixing shit and working with their hands. do not ask me HOW machines work on alternia where everything is bugs i just think that things that go vroom are hot okay. someone has to work on all those spaceships. someone has to joyride those ships. suspension of disbelief <3 he gives off the vibes of someone who is pissed and intimidating all the time but its just the autism.. guy who drinks shit black coffee & nebulously exists both within & without the confines of the law. theyre like. if rottmnt donnie was a little scarier.

tianyi (any) is the guy (girlfriend) (witch of rage / derse / scoriborn) who manages dirty work that some highbloods are too wealthy or pretentious or lazy to do for themselves, or if they dont want a thing to be traced back to them for whatever reason. like, they have people, it pays well, it's a whole thing. cerulean & they're very shiny and elegant and dangerous very charming very whiny a little of a bitch. so tired all of the time but very good at masking it. type of person who is very charming and not intimidating per se but still being around them feels like being in the water with a very big shark.

tuirin (hy/he/it) is a purpleblood apostate... he's extremely wealthy and powerful and politically active... type of guy to drive expensive cars and is friends with seadwellers etc.

anyway tuirin is tianyi's most frequent employer hy definitely doesnt think she's cool and cute and a little terrifying. altair is one of tianyi's contacts & they fucking hate each other NOT in the fun way definitely not. he's too pretentious they're too messy. sad that he keeps needing them for shit! tuirin rolls up to altair's garage for some reason hes dressed in like, troll dior, luxury scuttlebuggy, absolutely immaculate, sees altair who hasnt slept in a week & is covered in grime & looks like something the purrbeast dragged in & goes holy shit. i wont him.

#CATKISS.GIF.... ive been rotating them in my head all fucking day. ohh theyre everything to mee. #world is imploding & they are just having the weirdest little troll quadrant vaccillation heist movie romcom ever.. #mac tag! #hs

[cold-r-ain-in-june]

so a few weeks ago @steadfast sent me an ask wondering how i manage to gather the pieces of media for my web weavings

unfortunately,  it just happened that when you sent me that ask i was one foot in the grave with a fever and ever since i got better i've been procrastinating writing you a reply since i wanted to give you my best answer

double unfortunately, tumblr decided to delete the post and your ask when i was almost done, so i'll try to write it again even though i'm frustrated over the original getting deleted so bear with me

so to start off, i happen to suffer from the horrible condition called sometimes-i-feel-things-so-strongly-i-want-to-cut-open-my-skin-to-let-them-out. a horrible illness really. things like anger or missing my ex or chronic sadness. sometimes, rarely, it happens to be love, though much less often then i would like.

basically, i bottle things up to the point in which i cant help but see them everything. i see a random poem on my instagram feed, i listen to a song on the bus and one of the lyrics clicks like it never had before, a scene from a movie a watched 3 years ago comes to haunt me at night when i cant sleep.

so i gather them, sometimes, i make new folders for them, other times i am so lazy and messy i just let them get lost and rot with the other 10k of screenshots i have on my phone.

obviously, i also have to outright search for things, but i dont even do it for the sake of creating a web weaving post at first. i just feel one thing so deeply i have to look up proof that people have been also feeling this thing for thousands of years and theyve all dealt with it. i mostly search them here on tumblr and sometimes pinterest. words like "friendship", like "medea", like "toxic siblings", they can all open doors to pieces of media you have never heard of before, but which contain a three line dialogue youd kill for from the first time you read it. this all very tricky, evidently, at times, things simply dont match with the way you actually feel, no matter how much you search for them, but stitching them together can give you this almost perfect thing that mirrors your soul.

i also happen to be the kind of person who screenshots everything they think its relevant. and its good that i have really low standards for relevance. thats how i end up diving in my screenshots pile, when i feel like my web searching is failing, and sometimes i get lucky enough and i find a line i collected 2 years ago that matches exactly how i feel in that moment.

you've also mentioned the question of whenever i memorize book passages, and the answer is somewhere between yes and no. while, when i read i heavily annotate my books, im not a big fan of memorising outright passages (my brain is mush lets be honest, i cant fry it even more with overloading), and i dont write them down or anything, but i do however manage to memorize the overall idea of passages that stick to me. liek i can tell that x book has some quote about y thing even if i dont remember it outright. then i try to look it up, i use goodreads mostly (which is a bitch on mobile but you can work your way around if you search shit on web AND THEN you open it with the app) and google books when it decides to be helpful every once in a while, and if neither of those work, THEN, i open my edition and try to look for it because im lazy like that.

another site i really like, and its obvious in my web weavings is gentle.earth!! which, now that i say it, i actually havent visited it in a while but since i remembered it exists ill probably stalk it for the next few weeks. it's an anymous site on which everyone can confess things that hang heavy on them and some of them get to be displayed on the page after the entires are curated. its a really pretty thing to look through

now that i covered the bases of obtaining the materials for the web weaving, which i think i can boil down to 1. hysterical search mission and 2. hoarding every piece of media you come across, i will also add that at least for me personall, putting them in order for is a pain in the ass (which is also the maine reason i havent made a web weaving in almost a year even though i have the materials ready). i dont know if other people who do this kind of things are as press as i am about the order in which each post go and the way the different shades of the same idea interwine and bullshit bullshit or if im just mental. but yeah its also a really important step for me, its basically the polish of the post ig

also the biggest problem with the hoarding strategy is spending 2 days looking for a source because your past self was too lazy to also screenshot the source. thats also a bitch

anyway, i honestly i have no idea if youll find anything helpful here, or if i just used your ask to moan about my struggles but its 3 am over here and honestly this is the best ive got. thank you for the ask though, i do love getting ask even if it takes me two decades to answer them <3

#i wanted to say that the original version was better but honestly i dont even remember it anymore #shows up 2 weeks late with starbucks to answer your ask by low key trauma dumping #i sure hope at least 1% of this is helpful #mine #kit #web weaving

[lucius-the-sinful]

9 ship songs

@omgkalyppso tagged me to post 9 songs for one or more ships! I think this will probably become multiple posts over my various blogs because I Have A Lot to Talk About. For my first post I'll start with my most recent brain worm: my OC Galethor and Astarion (full playlist appropiately titled killing and maiming). Songs aren't in any particular order other than what I listened too first when making this list, lol.

tagging any and all who wish to participate <3

9. On Melancoly Hill by Gorillaz

Are you here with me? Just looking out on the day Of another dream Well you can't get what you want But you can get me So let's set out to sea, love 'Cause you are my medicine When you're close to me

I'll try my best to avoid Astarion romance spoilers but both Galethor and Astarion being survivors of extreme abuse and after everything is over they are completely unsure of themselves... Other than they know they need each other.

8. Something Real by Post Malone

No cover fee At the gates of hell, no VIP Everybody waits in line So give me somethin' I can feel Light a cigerette just so I can breath Give me somethin', somethin' real

Act 2, Hug Scene. Thats really all you need to know.

7. Honey Whiskey by Nothing But Thieves

I think I better go before I try something I might regret I might regret But if you wanna free your body tonight Its our secret, its our secret

Act 1, Goblin Party. Galethor doesn't do well with large parties or with alcohol (both bring up traumatic memories). So when Astarion proposes getting away from it all, Galethor eagerly takes it.

6. Feeling Sorry for Us by Vegetables

Sad eyes in front of you And frozen arms around your neck If only there were something to find But I need my wounds cured So do you mind my staying here

Galethor feels pretty insecure in their relationship at times, he tends to disassociate. He thinks far to much about how messy things are. Astarion hasn't always been the best partner, but I think given their very similar trauma, Galethor could never confide in anyone else. No one else understands him like Astarion does.

5. Sing To Me by Missio

Its like all day my vanity is for sale Take it away, my head is in my own hell Sing to me, I am not doing well

Chose this one for similar reasons with the previous song.

4. The Valley of the Pagans by Gorillaz

Its so convincing, but something is missing The sun is kissing on my face and erasing my doubts I'm going out with a bang And the fangs of a parasite I'm feeling alright

Galethor is a bit of a sado-masochist and likes to be fed on, okay. Next.

3. Can You Feel My Heart by Bring Me The Horizon

I'm scared to get close, and I hate being alone I long for that feeling to not feel at all The higher I get, the lower I'll sink I can't drown my demons they know how to swim

I think its fair to say that Galethor had just as much trouble opening up as Astarion did. Their relationship was extremely rocky in the beginning, but they never gave up on each other.

2. Trouble by Adam Jensen

Baby, you should look the other way Forget my name, 'cause I'm no good for you Is it living or dying that makes me afraid? Or is it that I know my soul can't be saved?

Not gonna lie, not sure if this is more about Astarion or Galethor. Their relationship is always teetering on the edge, where they know they cannot live without one another but that anything could tip them over the edge into catastrophic ruin.

1. Dead Inside by Younger Hunger

I'm all talk with a thorn in my side I got a real big heart that I'm willing to hide You ask me what I want from life I said to make a lot of money and feel dead inside

Charlatans. The both of them. Whenever Galethor tells lies and spreads misinformation I can see Astarion behind him, biggest heart eyes known to man. They can be a little toxic, as a treat.

#oc: galethor #astarion #bg3 #tag game #9 ship songs #this took me forever because most of the songs on gale's playlist are about him for the next d&d campaign #i WILL make more #i have a lot of thoughts #head full

[floppyfishe]

Jai Paul - Bait Ones (Leak 04-13)

The mention of this album probably only raises the eyebrows of the mySpace blogosphere goblins of the early 2010s (guilty as charged), but the mark it left on the zeitgeist of the 2010s is pretty undeniable.

 Everything about this album bleeds romance, from its clear and heart-aching tribute to neo-soul from the likes of d’Angelo and Lauryn Hill, its intentionally smoky, foggy mixing, to the whole narrative of its release (or lack thereof). 

It’s really important to take its unfinished nature into account. The story from the artist himself is that it was leaked in its entirety pre-mastering and pre-even having finished the album by someone in whom he had placed his utmost trust, and the trauma of it draining any motivation from him to create at all. 

And it’s so, so, infuriating. Because even in its unpolished state, this record genuinely changed how I look at music. Being so attuned to the sparkly finish of modern pop, the messy and overt sidechaining and the uncomfortable, intimate closeness of how it’s mastered blew my mind. A lot of this is thrown into the lead demo, BTSTU, at its very peak, and no wonder it blew so many people’s minds when it dropped out of nowhere in 2011 or so. It’s starkly minimalistic with not much but a kick, snare, and an incredibly jarring bassy sawtooth LFO as its lead synth to accompany his again very closely mixed whispered vocals. Possibly because of the sparseness of it all, it’s intoxicatingly romantic and nostalgic. The other demo, Jasmine, takes the close mixing and pumps it up to 11, and as a more traditional love song, it makes a lot of sense, and it oozes with yearning with his up-to-your-ears voice providing dissonance with its gated and distant synths and percussion. Both these songs have an incredible level of soul and polish to them. 

And so  it makes listening to the rest of the album fill me with that same level of yearning, an endless stream of what-ifs and what-could-have-beens, and ruminating about missed opportunities. Even the fragmented half-of-a-concept demos like Chix are drop dead gorgeous.  The absolute standout is Str8 Outta Mumbai, which I still think should’ve been a lead single, with its exuberant Bollywood bombast, and the Vani Jairam sample from Meera that genuinely hit me in the face like a brick covered in jasmine garlands and caked in sandalwood. It really was the first time in years of having grown up as an outsider to two cultures that I really felt like I could embrace the over-the-top, maybe a little cheesy joy of the music of my roots, where before I tended to be quite pretentiously ashamed of the excess of Bollywood and filmi music. It’s honestly really liberating. I’ve gone back to listen to other filmi greats like Lata Mangeshkar ever since. 

It really does say a lot that even though in Paul’s eyes, this album is always going to be half baked, these fractions and halves and almost-theres of ideas still filled every corner of my brain, heart, and soul. It really is that important of an album to me. With this having from such a personal place for me, let alone it being unfinished, it really doesn’t feel right giving it a numerical rating, so I won’t. 

#jai paul #musicreview #bait ones #if youre reading youre probably quite close to me #PLEASE listen to this record

[bitchkay]

Ok, hear me out: food play with Rio 😳

I can very much see Rio covering you in Saligian honey and just devouring his snack, but what if you decide to pull the Uno reverse card on him? He's very much a giver, and it's about damn time you *did* pull the Uno reverse card, you decided. Of course, he also wants to taste you, so you tell him he can. Cover your chest in some of the honey and let him lap it up. Once he finishes, lay him on his back, drizzle the sweet liquid over his body and slowly, borderline torturously run your tongue over each and every square inch of his beautifully toned chest that was covered in honey. You were saving the best part of the meal for last: his dick. Pour some of the honey over his ballsack and his length and tease the most sensitive spots. Just before he comes, remove your mouth and let him cum to his heart's content inside you

Oh anon great minds definitely do think alike☆

You know how long I been writing this

Sometimes I truely think we've all thought of these lewd things about these characters but are just too pussy to say anything about it

Luckily I have no filter😋

Like bruh look at this

Anon dont play with me, I will finish this fic rn

I got school tomorrow but idc I carry my laptop everywhere, I'll fucking do it, don't think I won't

Rio make my brain so stupid.

Anyway, plot of the fic is literally Rio made some good ass honey buns and they all nice and sweet and sticky and just nice overall yeah but then you drop some honey on your chin cus them buns got bare on honey on them but they good yk nice and syrupy then Rios like 'oop I'll get that😁' then fucking licks you and then like suddenly you're naked. Yea. There's honey in all places honey probably ain't posed to go but it's there its sticky and its sexy as FUCK and yall have sweet passionate love.

Yea

But anyway

Let's lick honey off Rios abs yea

That sounds so nice

Rios probably real sensitive

...hold up my brains melting

Trailing a path up his stomach over the curves and contours of hard muscle

That shit would make me horny--

Rios brain is literally short circuiting

Hes just looking down at you while you do it and he literally can't think

rio_voleri.exe has stopped working.

You're the only thing in his sights and you're like angelic to him

Sinfully angelic™😋👍🏽

Even when you're licking honey off your own hand and using the slick to jerk him off he thinks your pretty

(He might even go as far to say your prettiest in this state😳)

How is he possibly supposed to contain himself when you lick his tip with honey sweetened lips, fingers slick with hot syrupy nectar?

Imagines this☆:

Your body's stuck together. Sticky with sweat, cum and honey on your bodies. It was messy, needing to change the sheets after the fact got multiple reasons. You licked his neck as Rio kneaded your butt pulling you down on his cock, also sticky, but you weren't sure it was cum or honey, at this point though you didn't care. That's a problem for future you to figure out. You both hand your head buried in the others neck biting and sucking the other skin, trying to taste all you can of each other. "Augh... I-... I need more of you." Rio mumbled into your skin before pushing you on your back, pulling out, following a trail down your body before latching onto your pussy. "RI- RIO!" Everything about this is sloppy. The way you desired each other was without restraint or much thought, being manhandled to your gluttonous partner's delight. Tasting and licking the others honey sweetened skin, heightened the pleasure and senses. "Ah! You're so- Rio I'm-" Rios dick stood tall and strong leaking pre from his tip, glistening in your arousal. Your gripped on his hair as Rio devoured your cunt, strong arms holding your legs wide open. "I'm gonna-" "More." "Rio I'm gonna cum!" Lapping up your sweet pussy juices Rio crawled over you, pushing his cock back into you. "Shh, your okay, I got you." He didn't move, rather warmed himself inside you as you calmed down, holding your body close. "So good... your so good.. so sweet... on my tongue.."

#kay answers #rio voleri #court of darkness #tw smut #voltage inc #18+ minors dni #kay's writing