#that is going to be one hell of a bald cap

[bleaksqueak]

for the Halloween costume thing.... I keep having visions of willow in a banana costume. idk if that's anything but i keep seeing it when I close my eyes

also Lyra would go nuts w a spiderverse doc ock costume but it probably doesnt fit chronologically. I do think her costume would be some out-veil pop culture reference tho

Everything about this is so wonderful in every horribly great way... This is also the *second* request for Willow dressup i've gotten, so here's what i'm thinking. if I do a silly /cute picture, Weasel Fashion Week is definitely what needs to happen but if I do a more serious image, willow has to be there (and in the halloween spirit), because she's proven to be the star request. (Also you're right, Lyra has likely on more than one occasion dressed up as some pop culture outveil icon she loves and absolutely lived for the moment anyone might recognize her costume. One year that just so happened to be Barbarella. That was though probably before Audric....)

#solivaga #soi asks #Audun is not a ward so I can only hope she's dragged him along to play dressup with her for things he absolutely does not know about #Lyra talking him into dressing up as Gomez so she can be Morticia #though I feel like Lyra would rather opt to be Grandmama or Fester #that is going to be one hell of a bald cap #anyway yes sorry klsfjjk #stoat costumes #a banana #a cheese coney #an unfurled measuring tape #a very skinny python #if she coils herself just right she can go as an ermine fur coat #looks very convincing until you see the little tail whirring at a blur

[dont-touch-the-phlebotinum]

The first time Eddie calls Wayne 'Dad' he's three years old. He's been staying at Wayne's for a few days now; dropped off by his parents without warning and with the vague promise that they'd be back for him soon, already screaming at each other before they're back in the car and speeding off out of sight. Wayne doesn't even have a change of clothes for him, doesn't have any toys or books or much of an idea how to take care of a toddler. Luckily the kid seems happy enough getting into every nook and cranny of the trailer, and toddling around watching Wayne clean up in Eddie's wake like a particularly rambunctious shadow.

Right now he's sat on the kitchen floor, one of Wayne's baseball caps hanging off his tiny head, bashing happily at the array of pots and pans he's dragged out of the cupboards. It's one hell of a racket, but after three days of this either Wayne's headache can't get any worse or he's starting to get used to Hurricane Eddie. Besides, it's good to see the boy having fun, unbothered by whatever chaos has been going on at home.

The crashing comes to a sudden stop, silence ringing through the trailer, and Wayne looks over to see Eddie swaying in place, blinking like he's having a hard time keeping his eyes open. The boy's like a puppy, Wayne's learning. Either he's bouncing off the walls or he's asleep, not a whole lot of in-between.

"You tired, kid?"

"No," says Eddie, even as his head droops and a yawn near bigger than he is shakes its way through him.

"Uh-huh. Come on, Charlie Watts; let's get you to bed."

Eddie lets Wayne scoop him up into his arms with only a half-hearted whinge in response. He doesn't even have the energy to fight off Wayne's attempts to brush his teeth and scrub away the grime Eddie somehow manages to accumulate over the course of a day, already drifting off against Wayne's shoulder as he carries Eddie down the hall and tucks him into bed.

"Night, Eddie."

"Goodnight, Dad," Eddie murmurs as Wayne's about to turn off the light.

He freezes in place. The hell's he supposed to say to that? Your dad's not here, kid; God only knows when he's coming back? There's no need to upset the boy. But there'll be hell to pay if Wayne's brother comes back for Eddie only to find out he's taken to calling Wayne 'Dad' instead.

Luckily for Wayne, Eddie's fast asleep before he can figure out what to say for the best.

He presses a kiss to Eddie's mop of curls, and closes the door behind him.

.

Eddie's nine years old now. He's still short, still so skinny he looks like he hasn't had a decent meal in his life, close to bald 'cause the kid can't go two weeks without catching lice, but he seems happier these days than he has in a good long while. That's all that matters to Wayne.

It's his first birthday since Wayne officially became Eddie's guardian – probably the first birthday anyone's ever given a shit, considering the way Eddie's eyes turn to saucers when Wayne hands him his gift.

"Holy shit!" Eddie says as he opens the case and pulls the acoustic guitar from inside. It's not much, just a beaten up old thing Wayne bought off one of the guys at work, but Eddie clutches it reverently, pulls it into his lap like he's amazed he's being allowed to touch it.

"Watch your language," scolds Wayne. He doesn't have the heart to be stern, though. Not when Eddie's staring down at the guitar as if it's the greatest thing he's ever seen.

He watches with a smile as Eddie plucks tentatively at the strings. Maybe he'll come to regret giving Eddie a way to make even more noise than usual, but it might at least manage to hold his focus, maybe even keep him still for more than five minutes at a time.

And God knows, after the past couple years the kid deserves something special.

"You like it?"

"Yeah! Thanks, Dad." Eddie's head snaps up, and his grin falters as he looks over at Wayne sat beside him. "Uncle Wayne, I mean," he says quickly. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it." He gives Eddie a gentle pat on the back. It's enough for the kid to brighten up again, his attention already back to his guitar, the moment forgotten. "Now how 'bout you take that to your room and start practicing while I fix us some breakfast?"

"Birthday pancakes?" says Eddie as he follows Wayne into the kitchen with a hopeful grin, still clutching the guitar against his chest.

"I don't remember promising birthday pancakes."

"I remember, old man."

"Who're you calling old, you little punk?" Wayne says, and shoos Eddie back out of the kitchen. "Go on, get out of here."

He watches Eddie bound down the hall to his bedroom, and after a moment the first clumsy notes fill the trailer.

 .

When Eddie's fourteen Wayne gets a call from the sheriff's office, and he arrives at the station to find Eddie cuffed to one of the desks, sullen and stubborn and looking too much like Wayne's brother for comfort. It's not the first time Eddie's landed himself in trouble, but it is the first time the cops have been involved.

He just prays it'll be the last. Wayne's seen this story play out enough times to know how it usually ends.

When he catches sight of Wayne waiting for him, Eddie just rolls his eyes.

"I 'spose you're about to tell me it was all Jeff's idea," says Wayne once they've piled back into the truck and put the police station firmly in the rear-view. He's not expecting an answer, doesn't expect Eddie to grunt more than a few words at a time to him lately, but the awkward silence is still too alien for him to let it sit.

"It was my idea."

"So you're stealing cars now, huh?" He keeps his tone light, as if they're just talking about Eddie's latest obsession, like always. As if his newfound hobby isn't breaking into cars over in Loch Nora.

"I wasn't gonna steal–" Eddie starts, before he's clamping his mouth shut like don't talk to cops extends to Wayne as well now. He glares back out of the window.

"You know next time it happens the sheriff ain't gonna be so lenient."

"Thanks for the lecture, Dad." Eddie lets out a bitter laugh that can't quite mask the hurt behind it. "Oh, wait a sec…"

Wayne sighs. The subject of Eddie's dad has come up enough times these past few months they're gonna have to have a good long talk about him sooner or later. "That what this is about?"

"No."

"But he's been on your mind, right?"

He glances over at Eddie. He's slumped even lower in his seat, arms folded tight across his skinny chest, and determinedly not making eye contact.

"Trust me, kid, he ain't anything worth looking up to."

"Yeah, well what if I'm a screw up just like he is?"

"You're not."

Eddie scoffs. Wayne watches him until the light up ahead turns green.

"The way I see it," he says, "your life's 'bout to fork in two different directions. You keep on down this road, you end up either dead or in a cell right next to your old man's."

Eddie's quiet beside him, but Wayne can tell he's listening, can see the little furrow to his brow as he turns the words over in his mind.

"Or, you take all that pain and anger you got inside you, and you turn it into something worthwhile."

Finally, Eddie looks back at him. "Like what?"

"Don't have to be big. Don't have to be important. All that matters is it means something to you."

They slip back into silence for the rest of the drive, but it's a more comfortable kind this time, a thoughtful kind of silence. Wayne kills the engine and they climb out onto the dirt in front of the trailer.

"Uncle Wayne?" says Eddie, his voice small. He's still lingering by the truck when Wayne peers back at him.

"Yeah?"

"Sorry," he says. "For being an asshole."

"You're not an asshole, Ed. And you ain't about to turn into one. Not on my watch."

Eddie's mouth twitches. It's not a smile, but it isn't far off. "Promise?"

"Yeah, kid. I promise," says Wayne with a smile of his own, and he curls an arm around Eddie's shoulders, hugging him tight as he steers them inside.

 .

At nineteen, Eddie's lying in a hospital bed.

Wayne's been sat at his bedside for God only knows how long at this point – the days have blurred into a steady stream of doctors and beeping machines, hours and minutes fallen to the wayside. The only time he leaves Eddie's side is when Eddie's friends come by to keep their own vigil.

They're all still waiting for him to wake up.

One hand clasping Eddie's, Wayne reads the paper to him to pass the time. He knows Eddie doesn't much care about what's happening out in the real world, and nor does Wayne right now, but any books of Eddie's are lost in whatever mess the quake left of their trailer, and Wayne needs something to keep his eyes from the angry red bruises circling Eddie's neck.

He looks like he's been strung up. The way the town has been baying for Eddie's blood, it wouldn't be much surprise. The rest of his injuries, though – well, no-one seems to have any explanation for those.

Maybe one day Eddie will be able to provide one himself.

There's a tiny noise above him, and Wayne's head snaps up to Eddie's face. He's watched every flutter of Eddie's eyelids, every twitch of his fingers, heart in his throat until the moment passes and Eddie sleeps on. But this time, Eddie stirs.

"Eddie?"

"Dad?"

He frowns with the effort of cracking his eyes open, struggling under the weight of his own body.

"It's all right," Wayne says. He brushes his thumb over Eddie's cheek, careful to avoid the stitches, and squeezes the hand tucked in his tighter. Eddie grips him back. "I'm right here."

Eddie's bleary eyes focus on Wayne, crinkling at the corners with the smile that spreads across his face. "Dad," he rasps again as tears spill down his cheeks.

Wayne's face is wet with his own as he presses a kiss to Eddie's forehead. "Welcome back, son."

#wayne is eddie's dad i don't make the rules #eddie munson #wayne munson #munson family feels #stranger things fic #stranger things #my writing

[verygoodbeastarsfaces]

okay i know this is mostly a goofy manga cap page but fuck it im gonna do some analysis too

so bald legosi arc right? legosi is trying to train his body for combat WITHOUT using meat to give himself the fuel he needs to bulk up. legosi sees eating meat as morally wrong and especially hypocritical for himself personally because the reason he seeks strength is in order to PROTECT herbivores from violence at the hands of carnivores

ENTER PINA COLADA

i love pina colada because im a nasty messy bitch who loves causing problems and i love pina for matching that energy. really i do. but i'm very okay with admitting that my enjoyment of pina is superficial, so i started asking myself WHY pina is Like This™

OKAY SO this scene right here got something across to me that the anime absolutely did not. so we've kind of established that the carnivore herbivore dynamic in the world of beastars is a very complicated metaphor that means different things at different times. its not JUST race relations, its not JUST sexuality, its not JUST inequality, it is everything about a society through this lens of animal instinct to highlight whatever particular criticism is being dissected. AND THIS PAGE!!! is about PRIVILEGE!!!

"I'm here trying to control my desires, and he just does whatever the hell he wants." Legosi is viewing pina's freedom to speak his mind and live freely as something he gains in his life via a position of privilege. Pina will never be consumed by the instinct to murder and cannibalize his loved ones, and so pina can pursue life in a flippant, disingenuous and carefree manner.

and legosi FUCKING HATES THISSSSS because the entire bald legosi arc is about legosi trying to EMPOWER HIMSELF THROUGH SELF HATRED. legosi's refusal to eat meat to fuel his body the way it NEEDS to be fueled when stressed and trained the way hes training is not something done out of moral obligation, it is done as a way for legosi to try and forcibly EXCISE a part of his innate BIOLOGY that he HATES.

but yknow heres something else. this doesnt sound right to me. pina is hedonistic, sure, but why is his philosophy specifically "morals don't really do us much good" and not something more, lets say, benevolently hedonistic?

our girl haru gives us our answer.

while legosi views pina's devil may care attitude as a privilege, so too do herbivores view carnivore's strength as a privilege. pina will never be COMPELLED to murder and cannibalize, but legosi will never be TARGETED to be murdered and cannibalized. pina's casual disregard and DISRESPECT of the real danger legosi presents to him (that legosi NEVER allows himself to forget) is a defense mechanism in the same way haru's sexuality is for her. pina has absorbed and internalized exactly where he stands in this world, and through taunting the carnivores around him, he feels feels empowered in the same way haru's sexuality empowers her. pina is hedonistic because he is living every day as if it were his last, squeaking out whatever pleasure the world has to offer carelessly, because if people love him, he has power over them.

And if he taunts a carnivore and lives to tell the tale, then in that moment, he had power over them. This power struggle is the CORE of beastars, where humanity and instinct collide and give us the messy, deeply fucked up world this story takes place in. Pina is a character driven to recklessness and hedonism by his own disenfranchisement in a world where cannibalistic murders are commonplace and yet life goes on. It must go on, and this is how pina goes on.

i love pineapple boy

#beastars #beastars pina #beastars legoshi #beastars legosi #legosi #legoshi #if you like pina coladas #meta #analysis #long post #mod dannen speaks #not a good face

[captainzigo]

since I have been making my little pony comics for the past few months, I have basically forgotten what every single one of my duckverse comic prompts means. I had a big list full of one sentence prompts for duckverse comics that I was going to make, and I was reading through it yesterday, because I thought about making one. I was surprised to find out that I have no idea what any of them mean. instead of just deleting the list, I have decided to share with you. For what good it will do you. Think of this as a little shout out to the people who followed me for duckverse content. i havent forgotten about you. it’s also a little peek in my twisted mind. my horrible creation process. a behind the scenes look from hell. the list of prompts is below the break

max college fund

launchpad rescue hero

costco 22¢ per bite

house of mouse

door to darkness

because i’m hispanic?

donald cousins catch and release

fish wife

the greatest skateboard trick in the seven seas

backyardagins movie

evil versions boy band

gladstone gay moms

the poor part of town

private army of freaks vs my boys

you own the town. you are politics - what do you think taxes are for - not gladstone bail - id be doing everyone a favor

kids table is great actually

donald cry gold swim

beautiful gold moon

villains table

these lovebirds

gladstone can’t read

gladstone hyper specific thrift store shirt

louie seeing anyone right now?

managed my uncle’s finances

june dolls episode

may louie webs spy episode

house of mouse christmas hdl want to come

propeller cap start to turn. big wind. its a helicopter landing. thanks babe

double gay batteries

daisy likes donald snoring

if you can understand anything he says then yeah!

sora. quack pack. bald monkey

i respect your pronouns. i dont not respect YOU scrooge

why are you friends with my rival’s girlfriend

we’re sisters now too???

The dancing hacker - do you know how hard it is to lucid dream

are you guys playing dancing hacker?

how did you do that? Those dice were rigged i mean.

you guys were supposed to prepare a musical number every session

Lady in pink but with a knife

girl boss? No girl lady. But not a girl.

sephirof at the door. never seen Donald that serious in my life.

I have a superhero alter ego - like super Grover?

louie x robin the frog

daffy: i’m getting you a job in Hollywood, kid! You gonna make big times. Why? uh… i’m friends with your mom.

Duckburg community college is the only community college that does dance scholarship

duckberg community ducks, and the Duckburg University geese

in helicopter: you ever going to get tired of having our dates like this? no never.

donald take responsibility for our son! panchito what

babe your costume is terrible. why are you still in a sailor hat

tasha austin gay lesbian solidarity

hey webby! *glittery hands*

webby diary

shake for trust? glitter on hand. body slam

why did t you tell me your girlfriend is a pilot? tasha said i shouldn’t tell you because of what happened to you pilot ex. he’s still alive!

pablo: sleeper agents be like time for my next mission

CHRISTMAS GIFTS

WHATS UP T-BOYS?

donald’s boyfriends what does gladstone have against gay people

donald you should wingman for me. i thought you were gay

dugan duck is your secret kid isn’t he

huey ponytail

donald has three boyfriends why can’t i have two

woops i mexed up their super powers - let’s go, t boys! i didn’t make them trans! they were like that before, right?

your brother donald has like five partners. yeah and i’m not my brother donald. you’re right. i should date your brother donald

dewey damn girl your ass phat what are your pronouns. katy nun/ya

tying normie trans girl to a chair turbo pablo

don’t worry. the promise ring is just a tracking device

punch buggy gets steadily more and more violent

dewey’s many licenses

duck twins cobwebs

beaks: help! #911

katy can not entertain in her tiny trailer

uno gaydar donald i finally give you a job and you’re being gay on the clock??

when mom comes in and you have to hide your DS under your pillow

HDL Tulin

HDL chart

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #donald duck #dt17 #duckverse

[anonymouspuzzler]

Davey takin the sorta-also-his-niece to Claires, what earrings she getting (but not having pierced there I feel like davey would take one look at the punch-gun and know We Can Do Better)

i have thought about this question so much. i think step one would be getting Minnie to go into a Claire's (she's just the right combination of 13 And Bullheaded that she'd see all the purple and sparkles and be like Nope. Nah. Nuh Uh. Goodbye). Once you accomplish that there's a set I got there Years Ago that had like, black round studs, a black electric guitar and black star drop-earrings (like the below but not exactly, I couldn't find a pic of the exact set), so I think she'd gravitate to something like that.

[Image ID: A pair of black earrings with three vertically-dangling star cutout shapes, each successively larger than the one before it. End ID.]

As for Davey knowing better, uh, well, um,

"mostly"

[Comic transcript/image ID under cut]

[Image ID: A two-panel comic featuring Puzz's OCs Minnie (a young white redheaded girl with a stocky build, freckles, buck teeth and two large braided pigtails) and Davey (a middle-aged Black man with a lanky build, amputated right arm, large ears, thin mustache, diagonal scar across his face and curly hair in a ponytail). The first panel shows them out and about in casual clothing - Minnie in a sweater and pleated skirt over a collared shirt; Davey in a letterman jacket over baggy pants and a tank top, plus sunglasses and a baseball cap. Minnie is holding a pair of earrings with her left hand and pointing offscreen with the other, saying, "So do we just go and ask 'em to use the piercing gun now?" Davey, standing casually with hand in his jacket pocket, replies, "Oh, hell no. One, because that's gonna draw attention to us shoplifting. Two, more importantly, using those things is just asking for an infection. Trust me, Min, I'll do ya better than that."

The second panel shows Minnie and Davey back home; Minnie is now wearing a tank top and pleated skirt while Davey is wearing a loose tank top and sweatpants. Both are kneeling on the ground, Minnie holding an ice cube to her ear with a look of trepidation, Davey holding a needle in his fingers. There is an ice cube tray on the floor in front of Minnie. Davey is saying, "Okay, now just hold the ice there a while 'till it's numb--", only to be interrupted by Buck (a middle-aged, balding white man with a barrel-chested build and bushy mustache, wearing a turtleneck, plain slacks and boots) peeking in through the doorway and shouting "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING". End ID.]

#anonymous puzzler answers #anonymous puzzler originals #friendlyfrankenstein #question that convinced me davey Definitely had a home-done piercing at some point that he let heal over later in life #either that or a stick-n-poke tattoo. maybe both. imagine #long post / #just in case idk how long this is gonna turn out on dash haha #Villain Coded comic

[cyarskj1899]

It is just so shameful that they tried to cover up this mess with the late A. years of filth could have been prevented had he been caught and jailed during that time for molesting a 15 y/o and marrying her. All those little girls and boys that could have been saved smh I feel like crying and this and yet every time I think about it the rage inside wouldn’t let me cry. What if it was my friends or my family heck even me?

As I hear people begin to go "how did people let this happen," I want to say it's still happening. Look at how many people didn't believe Megan Thee Stallion after she reported being shot, look at how the media/stans and celebrities acted. (There’s a special place in hell for all of y’all 50 cents, Drake and his fake bbl , dababy, joe budden, akademics, lil duval, lebron, that Keebler elf’s daddy, stepmother and even his biological mother for giving birth to such a toxic masculinity, egotistical little bald headed biiitch) They’re were willingly being a bunch of bastards slutting themselves out for a degenerate (to hell with that gremlin and everyone who has said that she was lying fquck every last one of them) and the only logical people besides her fans where two white crime journalists who were spreading the truth better in the last month than those anti black and bw media bloggers (damn them to hell too i ain’t forgot I never forget) in the last two years. That’s why it’s two middle fingers up for everyone who said that she was lying. Why? Because FQUCK them who doubted her and I’m glad that elf is going back to Canada where his napoleon complex arss belongs that’s why!

This sh!t ain’t changed, we’re now more aware of it. We should be outraged by these pick mes and nigcels, a disgrace to the black race, the ones that George Walker bush should had left behind education wise because apparently the no child left behind policy was a mistake and they’re basically the descendants of the slaves who Harriet Tubman would have capped!

don’t believe me? Look at Aaliyah for example . Her uncle Barry Hankerson is trash. He was R. Kelly's manager, knew what happened to his niece with him, and then turned around and stayed working with him. That's partially why the family has not wanted to discuss this. They basically let their own daughter become groomed, abused, manipulated and raped by a monster had he been stopped sooner after Aaliyah, so many girls and boys would have never been victims of his smh!

In all of these cases, one thing that's been common has been the betrayal of family and friends. From Barry Hankerson to Kelsey -- these women was exploited by people who they trusted.

that fact alone makes never wanna protect nobody but me. If I ever get harmed I’m singing like a bird. I don’t gaf if that’s your fave. You mad little pick me and nigcel? Too motherfqucking bad! Those bastards you be cockworshiping ain’t gonna pay your rent nor have sex with your crusty arss , your unwashed legs, your tragic weave and extensions, and your ashy feet!

Every black person who ends up on the wrong side of the law isn’t railroaded by the justice system so spare me the takes on how people like r Kelly or Tory lames and anyone else like them is treated no different than how people from emmitt till to George Floyd were treated. They weren’t railroaded by the system, they weren’t murdered because of white womens lies or having counterfeit two thousand pennies or anything like that. They were rightfully convicted because it was proven by the state courts that they were guilty of the horrific acts they committed against people more specifically black women and for that reason the punishment that they received or will receive was deserved

[cherry-velvet-skies]

It's time for more Beatle Era Ratings! (I fixed the title 😌)

Episode 3: Johnny Boy 🥰

Moon Dog (Pre-Beatles Era)

Teddy Boy John somehow looks older than when John was actually older

He gives the vibe of a teenage boy who dresses to look older in order to get into an adult rated movie lmao

Formed a band and felt like the coolest guy in the world (and you know what he unknowingly created one of the greatest bands in the world so he's allowed to feel that way)

6/10 because he looks great but the look is not really for me

Twist and Shout (1962-63)

And just like I thought, he looks younger here than the previous era

John Lennon if he were an android in Detroit Become Human

He looks so uncomfortable dressed like this PLEASE 😂 someone help him

4.5/10 and I know the second they walked off stage he would rip this jacket right off lmao

Cuddle Bug (1964-66)

One of John's best eras and that's a fact

He's so friend-shaped I'm gonna cry

This haircut suited him so well and gave him an all-around adorable vibe

100/10 and I have a personal vendetta against anyone who ever made him feel bad about his appearance 😤

Blue Meanie Defender 3000 (1967)

If you ever wanna know what the people in the late 60s who experimented with any drug they could find looked like, just picture this mf

Bro saw God at some point and God was a walrus apparently

But this was when he actually got glasses instead of just being fucking blind all the time so I guess that's good

7/10 although I can't tell if being around him when he's high would've been nonstop laughs or literal hell on earth

AnD nOw YoUr hOsTs fOr tHiS eVeNinG (1968-69)

An absolute gremlin of a man

But I mean if I was in his shoes I would just randomly scream for no reason too so I get it

If Get Back taught us anything it was that mans hardly showered

6.5/10 the vibes are hella confusing but not terrible. Sense of humor was off the charts though

Bigger Than Jesus (1970)

So far John's Jesus era was the fanciest

The fur coat and wool cap are giving Bratz doll

Speaking of Bratz dolls John would've loved early 2000s fashion I JUST KNOW IT

9/10 he would've worn Juicy tracksuits religiously and ate us all up

I Sleep Well, Thanks (1971-72)

Exhausted dude at his office job who just wants to go home and get high

You know what scratch that he shows up high and has the nerve to act surprised when he can barely function

Survives purely off of spite

6.5/10 he wants to cause problems on purpose

I Am the Egg Man (1973)

I'm not even sure I have the certification to comment on this

Seeing John almost bald feels sacrilegious

He looks like one of those unhinged yoga instructors

2/10 I am very uncomfortable with the energy we've created in the studio today

Freelance Artist (1974-77)

In his academia era

His aura feels like one of those people who you go to their apartment and it's full of giant canvases with art that deserves way more recognition

That Elvis pin is iconic

10/10 and this entire photoshoot is honestly so beautiful I wish I could've included all the photos

Sexy Valet Driver (1978-79)

I absolutely adore the tie and waistcoat combo

It gives me an immense level of gender envy, and John is not immune to that lol I wanna look the way he does in this photo so bad

He looks both cute and handsome but I can't decide which one tips the balance

20/10 if I saw him dressed like this I would definitely compliment him (and maybe ask him out if I was feeling brave 🤭)

Eccentrically Reserved Fashion Designer (1980-∞)

Are we gonna pretend that he didn't look absolutely GLORIOUS this year

I think I have to say this one is a dilf era because oh my god

I secretly think John would've been a great fashion designer idk he seems like he has the correct amount of insanity to pull it off

542/10 and it's a shame we never got to see how he would've evolved physically, and even personality-wise, as the years went on. I feel like he would've been a better person as he got older and I wish we would've gotten to see it 🥺💕

#I was listening to music while doing this and I kid you not Imagine came on just as I was typing the last sentence #I guess that means John approves of my hot takes lmao he must've read them and been like yeah alright #john lennon #john winston lennon #the beatles #beatles #george harrison #ringo starr #paul mccartney

[taylenking]

I’m excited to do my first official request. This one comes from Q.

“My request is for a flirty/sexy scene between Kehlani and Victoria Monét. I wanted to be based off their song “touch me”.”

I love Kehlani and Victoria Monét. If EYE could’ve been a fly on the wall while they…let’s move on.

FYI - Kehlani’s pronouns are she/they, so that’s why their pronouns fluctuate within the scene.

To submit your own request, go here. Don’t be shy. I have no idea who you are once you submit. I only know what you put in the request! I’ll try my best to do each one.

***

VICTORIA

Saturday night, my girlfriends insisted I carry my ass from the studio and join them at the club. The clinking of our glasses punctuated the thump of the music as we drank and danced. Our dresses stuck to our bodies, calling the attention of every man in our vicinity. If we didn’t have our own section, they’d buzz around us like flies.

We were enjoying ourselves as we sipped on tequila. There was nothing but good conversation, ass-throwing, and vibes. That was until I spotted a familiar figure in the corner of my eye.

The sight of their abs never failed to take my breath away. My heart pounded with the bass of the Metro Boomin’ production while I watched them laugh with their friends. Their smile glimmered in the dim light, eyes twinkling with delight.

I caught myself smiling, staring. They fixated their black San Francisco baseball cap lower, almost covering their eyes, and denied a shot from a friend. Their friend persisted, but they licked those glorious pink lips, declining again. They seemed to sense my gaze, and their head swiveled in my direction. When our eyes met, my breath caught in my throat.

Their stare was intense, eyes burning into mine, expression unwavering, as if they were in a trance. After a few seconds, they gave me a slight head nod. I returned the nod, and they returned to conversing with their friends.

Damn, I thought they hated the club.

It had been a minute since Lani, and I had last spoke. We broke off our sexual arrangement once the feelings got too intense. Too real. It was mutual. We still had love for each other. The situation still hurt. We had been avoiding each other since. Any event she attended, I skipped or came with a posse. If she approached me alone, I’d fold like a lawn chair—in more ways than one.

My girls were nosey as hell. As soon as they sighted Lani, they started gushing and teasing me. It hadn’t been ten minutes before one called her over. Lani looked puzzled and pointed to themselves as if they weren’t the only person in VIP named Kehlani.

“Damn, you can’t come and say hello,” one of my friends asked.

Lani stuffed their hands in their pockets and let out a charming laugh. Her shirt was cropped under her chest, and her jeans hung below her waist, giving me a full experience of her abdomen up close and personal. Flashbacks rushed back to me. The time I glazed her honeyed abs with pure honey, licking every drop between each toned crevice. The time she came to the studio to “visit” and ended up fucking me against the mixing console as my fingernails clawed into her stomach.

“Ah, you ain’t talking to me tonight?” she asked. Her voice was smooth but extra raspy as if she had spent the whole day recording.

I closed my thighs, ignoring the sensation between them and my disgusting thoughts. There was an attempt to smile at her, but it was poor. Her face contorted with concern as she asked, “We good?”

“Yes.” It came out delicately. My voice had always been as gentle as a lullaby. Lani could elicit a particular tone from me. My cadence was still soft but had a slight huskiness that mirrored my neediness. It came naturally whenever they turned me on. It always revealed my cards. Lani was always willing to play.

Their tongue slipped between their lips before they produced a bald-faced lie for my friends. She had a song she wanted to “talk” to me about. She wouldn’t hold me hostage for “too long.” My friends weren’t idiots, but they pretended for her sake.

When I stood up, she took my hand. Our fingertips traded an electric static. The shock increased as she led me out of the club and into the backseat of her Porsche.

“You and your girls look bomb as hell tonight. You look the best, though.” She tilted her baseball cap up so I could view her alluring brown eyes.

An expiration date didn’t stamp the spell they had on me. Forever, I’d be their doll. They always understood the right strings to pull to bend me to their will. Lani recognized the power she had, but she never manipulated it. She interpreted when to fall back and when to give in. We spent most of our time apart, but our connection was unmistakable, and we cherished our intimate moments.

Their tattooed hand found a place just above my knee. “I saw you throwing ass.” We emit soft chuckles before biting our lips in sync. Their hand moved up my thigh in a painfully slow motion. “Why are you so quiet tonight?” My breath hitched as their hand slipped beneath my dress. The warmth of my wet pussy invited the heat of her fingertips as she inched closer. “You not happy to see me, Monét?”

She knew I loved when she called me that. “I’m always happy to see you…” 

A pleading urgency laced the words without my need being spoken. It didn’t have to be. Lani had the secret recipe for unlocking my heart, body, and soul. They paid careful attention to the recipe, timing each step just right and blending the ingredients perfectly. They always delivered.

“How happy, babygirl?” They leaned their face forward, letting their breath cool the crook of my neck before rolling their tongue against it. They sucked onto the skin and nipped lightly before leaving sweet, sensual smooches.

“Daddy…”

Her cocky chuckle made an appearance. “What’s up, babygirl?”

“I missed you…” My hand fell to their wrist, and navigated it to where I needed it the most. Their fingertips brushed my clit. I gasped, and they purred.

“No panties.” Their fingertips began working against my clit in satisfying, slow circles. Their lips pressed against my ear. “You were trying to get some play tonight?”

My thighs stretched apart so they could get an even better angle. I lifted my dress over my hips and watched her play with me. No acrylics, just short, manicured nails covered in my juices. Just the way I loved it.

“I was just having fun with my friends,” I said, a moan croaking in my throat.

“Right, ‘cause you know no one can please you like me, right?” I nodded my head. My hand caressed her arm as she served me. She pulled away from my ear. “That pussy missed me.” She drew her hand away from my center. The strings of my cum stuck to her fingers. Some of it slapped back to my pussy once she pulled her fingers further. “You see that shit, Monét? You’re so nasty.”

She brought the sweet nectar to my mouth before inserting her fingers between my lips. Our eyes latched as I smoothly bobbed my head, sucking every drop from her fingers. She loved that shit. I removed her fingers from my mouth, licking between her fingers, making sure there were no leftovers. “Damn, leave some for me.”

Before I could react, my body hit the leather backseat. Lani orchestrated our bodies to the composition she desired. She spread my thighs as far apart as possible. She lifted them before diving her head in between. I began shivering from her breath alone, but when I felt her tongue, I screamed, “Fuck!”

My fingers twisted in her long, dark locks as she worked her tongue and head in angles that should be physically impossible. Her head was so spectacular that you would’ve thought she graduated at the top of her class. Heat rushed from my ass to the nape of my neck. It sounded like she was down there licking puddles. But I guess she was. My back arched from the leather. While one hand gripped her hair, the other clutched on the edge of the seat for dear life.

Their grip tightened around my thighs because they knew what was happening next. My legs trembled uncontrollably as my body temperature reached a feverish climate. My thighs smashed against their head as cries of pleasure left my vocal cords. The notes were so sharp that they made my ears twitch. Lani was unfazed, lapping and eating me as if it’d be her last. I was going to pass out. This was going to be my end. What would the media say?

Victoria Monét rushed to the hospital after losing consciousness while getting her pussy eaten by Kehlani. #messy #prayersup

It got to a point where I could not make audible noises. My body stiffened. My soul jumped into a different realm. I sipped tea with Princess Diana then I was back to reality. Our labored breaths filled the cabin of the Porsche. Lani kissed her way up to my lips. I didn’t have the energy to kiss her back.

“Damn, Monét, you good?”

A lazy smile graced my face as they chuckled. They kissed my cheek, down to my jawline, then back to my lips. I returned the kiss that time. “I thought you hated the club,” I said with a hoarse laugh.

They gave me a devilish grin. “Your friend posted you on IG twerking. I had to show up.”

I cupped their face in my hands, taking a moment to admire how gorgeous they were. “Let’s hit up The Ritz. This car isn’t big enough for what I want us to do.”

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Reflecting - Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

Micki, Johnny and Ryan waited at the edge of the Casares’ property, hidden behind trees, hoping Jack, Rashid and Ryan’s mom would come across the lawn to join them. They debated whether to head back into the house and look for their friends, but had to abandon this idea when the bald man from inside came out back, along with two other men, one of which had a German shepherd on a leash. They slowly hiked back through the woods, with only moonlight to guide them.

Back at the Mercedes, Micki and Johnny again debated the best course of action.

“I should go back and help them, Micki.” Johnny said, feeling like he had abandoned the others and run off.

Micki shook her head. “No, we should just drive right back to the store and figure out what to do there. We are no match for that bald man and his two goons. And a dog, too. No, Jack would want us to go back home and then plan what to do. We have to think of Ryan, now.”

She looked into the backseat of the car, and smiled at the boy. He looked scared and worried, and she couldn’t blame him. Gunshots had gone off back there, and she never saw who, if anyone, had been hit. She was worried for Rashid and Jack, but more so for Ryan’s mother. The woman wasn’t used to situations like this, situations Micki and her friends were all too familiar with. What would Ryan do without her? He had no other family. Wait, she thought, he does. He has me. Hell of a life for a 10-year-old boy, living in an old antique shop, always wondering if Micki or Jack would make it home safely.

She turned back around and silently admonished herself for jumping to conclusions so fast. She had no idea what had gone on back there. She looked over at Johnny, who was gripping the steering wheel with both hands even though he had yet to start the car.

“Come on, Johnny.” she said. “You know it’s for the best. We can get home, get Ryan some place safe, and then prepare ourselves better to come back here. And that’s only if they aren’t already at the store when we arrive. Maybe they had to escape a different way, call a cab or something.”

Johnny looked at her, not believing her in the slightest. But a slight nod from her indicating Ryan in the back made his decision for him. She was right, the boy’s safety was important. They couldn’t expose him to any more danger.

He started the car and drove off, heading back to the store, feeling horrible at leaving their friends behind.

The drive to the shop was quiet. Micki tried a couple of times to engage Ryan in talk, but he was too worried about his mother to respond. She had given up before long.

Johnny pulled the old car into the garage of the store and the trio got out. Micki watched as Ryan stood still, looking over the place.

“Ryan? You okay?” she asked, not liking the look on his face.

He nodded as his eyes swept the room. “The door is over there.” he said, pointing at a space behind a shelf filled with paint cans, tools and various other utility items.

Micki and Johnny exchanged a look, and then Johnny asked. “Hey, buddy, how do you know that?”

Ryan just shrugged and waited, looking down at his feet now.

Micki took the lead and headed off towards the door and up the small stairs, Ryan and Johnny behind her. Once inside the store, she called out Jack’s name. No answer came to her. She did the same for the others, but was again met with silence.

“Well, who knows. They could be back at any moment.” she said as she took off her black cap and tousled her red hair. She turned and saw Ryan staring at her. He smiled, so she smiled. “Um, would you like something to eat or drink, Ryan?” she asked.

He shook his head and then wandered off, slowly exploring the store, filled as it was with all sorts of antiques and curiosities, some of which he had put on the shelves himself, not too long ago.

Johnny came up close to Micki and whispered. “So, what are we gonna do with him? He can’t stay here by himself. We don’t know who could show up next.”

Micki nodded, continuing to watch Ryan as he wound his way through the store, concerned at what he must be thinking. Or remembering.

“Micki, hello?” Johnny said, snapping his fingers in front of her face.

She looked at Johnny now. “Well, you’re right, he can’t stay here. What about Birdie? She is trustworthy and close by. Ryan would be safe with her.”

“Okay, good, give her a call. I am going to go see what Jack has in the way of weapons.” Johnny said, then disappeared back towards the rear of the store, where Jack’s bedroom was located.

Micki called Birdie, who was their neighbor and friend. The woman was close to Jack in age, and had been trying to move their relationship past friendship for years, to little success, even with some helpful prodding from Micki, who thought they made an adorable couple.

Micki had to be careful in what she said on the phone once Birdie picked up. She had known Ryan as an adult, so Micki told her that a relative of her family was staying with them and that she needed someone to watch over him for a few hours while they ran a very important errand.

Birdie had been involved with one of the cursed items back when they first inherited the shop, so she knew not to ask too many questions. But, when she heard the boy’s name was also Ryan, she commented on the similarity, taking the moment to ask about the adult Ryan and how he was doing.

They had told everyone who had known Ryan that he had decided to live in Europe and wouldn’t be coming home. So far, no one had pressed the issue. About their being two Ryans, Micki just said it had been a long-time family name.

Hanging up the phone, she filled Johnny in on her conversation. “Good, let’s get him over there and get back to that house. We wasted enough time.” Then he quickly scanned the store. “Uh, Mick, where’s Ryan?” he said.

Micki came out from behind the counter and looked around, as well. Ryan wasn’t there. She called out to him, her voice high, nervous.

“Up here.” the boy answered, his voice coming from the second level, where the kitchen, a bathroom, her bedroom and Ryan’s old bedroom were.

“Wait here.” she said to Johnny, then ran up the stairs. Ryan was where she thought he would be, in his old bedroom. It was still much like he had left it, although most of his personal items were either sent to where he lived with his mother or put into storage until he was older. Johnny occasionally slept here, when they got back late from retrieving some item or another. Ryan was sitting on his old bed, looking at the wall.

“Hey Ryan.” she said, coming into the room and sitting next to him. “What are you doing up here?”

Ryan looked at Micki and smiled. “This used to be my room, wasn’t it?”

The question caught Micki off-guard. “What? Why would you think that?” she said, looking away from him, not enjoying having to lie.

He shrugged. “I just… I have been remembering things, places. People. Most of the things are scary and the people are bad. But,” he paused, looking around and then back at her. “But, some things are good. I remember this store, kind of. This room, too. And I remember you. I remember talking to you a lot. But I can’t remember what we talked about.”

Micki was looking back at him now, concern in her eyes. Her suspicions had been correct, he was remembering his past. Jack had speculated that his memory had been wiped clean, but Micki had her doubts. She wondered if it was all still in there, just buried deep, waiting to come back. The nightmares had made Jack see she was probably right, and now Ryan confirmed it.

“What happened to me? Why can’t I remember stuff?” he asked, looking into her eyes.

She smiled and put her arm over the young boy’s shoulders. “Look, Ryan. There is a lot we should talk about, but right now is not the best time. But I promise, once things are settled, you and I, and Jack and your mom, we will sit down and have a nice, long chat. Okay?” she smiled again, looking into his face.

He nodded, not happy with it, but not having much choice in the matter.

Micki heard the phone ring once and jumped up, but it didn’t ring a second time. Johnny must have answered it, she thought. “Come on,” she said to Ryan. “Let’s go back downstairs. A good friend of mine is going to watch you for a bit, so we can go and bring your mom back to you. Alright?”

Ryan nodded again, and stood up with Micki. They made their way back down to the store just as Johnny finished his conversation on the phone.

“Was that Jack?” she asked.

Johnny just shook his head. “No, it wasn’t. It was Casares’ goon, that bald guy.”

“What?” Micki asked, astonished. “What did he want? Where are they?”

Johnny held up his hand. “Whoa, slow down. He wouldn’t say more than that they dropped Rashid and Mrs. Dallion outside of the hospital, and that Jack was going to be staying at the mansion until he could figure out how to break the curse on that mirror. Oh, and he said he would kill Jack if we called the cops or tried to play hero again and rescue him.”

Ryan looked worried, and asked Johnny “Why is my mom at a hospital?”

Johnny looked at the boy. “I don’t know, kid. They wouldn’t tell me any more than that. But we will find her, okay?”

Micki grabbed Ryan by the hand and said, “Come on, let’s get Ryan over to Birdie’s, then we can head over to the hospital and find out what the hell is going on.”

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hello my dear i am so late but i have just seen you reblogged this andddd if you'd still like to: 💛 🔐🍌🌝 and if u want~ ⭐️ boop (yes, there's a yellow theme <33 to match ur blog~)

Hellooo!! Don't worry better late than never haha (and also that gives me an opportunity to fill the 💛 asked by that poor anon whom I had completely forgotten, I'm so sorry buddy I promise I was just very busy 😭) How cute and thoughtful ✨ - 💛 what is your favorite feature on yourself? Not to sound like a narcissist, but I love a lot of stuff about myself xD (on good days at least lmao) I'd say my favorite is my hands, everyone compliments them at some point or another haha. They're very long and slender and even though I got shit for them (during the anon hate period for those who remember, they said they looked like a skeleton's hand xD) I still love them a lot~ it's just a struggle to find rings lmao - 🔐 something no one would guess about you That I'm bald !! Well maybe a few people know because of that picrew I posted a while ago but yeah I have no hair left lmao xD well I'm not completely hairless, I just probably have 1 cm left of hair (0,3 inches for our american friends~) I think it's absolutely not something people expect, especially when I'm wearing a cap or a beanie but I've been rocking that haircut for a year now almost and I still love it so much xD (this is the sign you're looking for if you wanna shave your head 😉) - 🍌 what is one talent you wish you had Play the piano ! Or any instrument honestly haha. I used to play the flute but I forgot how to and now I wish I could go back in time. I miss playing music. One day I'll definitely get back to it !!! - 🌝 a show you would recommend to anyone Oh god I have no idea cause I watch so much scary or weird stuff, most of the things I think about have trigger warning lists as long as my arm 💀 Perhaps a tamer one would be Love, Death and Robots ? It's a great show, lots of amazing episodes and while some episodes are a bit forgettable, some of them are mindblowing. Definitely worth a watch ! mention of eating disorder and mental health

- ⭐️ what is one of your biggest accomplishments? Why is it so important to you? Definitely overcoming my eating disorders. I struggled for a long time and after 8 years I'm finally free from this hell. It took a lot of work, dedication and sacrifices and I'm proud of myself for surviving and thriving today. It's important because someone close to me couldn't recover from it, to this day they're still suffering in the throes of an0rex1a like I used to be. We still call each other regularly and seeing me recover and have the life they could never have has made them feel a lot better. They will most likely never get better but at least they didn't see me fall victim to this horrible disease too. My recovery is bringing them the happiness they deserve. It's important for me and for them and in the end that's why this is my biggest accomplishment as it goes beyond my sole experience. I hope to one day share my story and help those beyond my circle of friends and family

Thank you so much Waterfall for all those asks 💖

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Finally got a new one-shot up!!!

This one was kinda hard to write so I hope y’all enjoy hehe

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I lied it’s a Shrek AU that I wrote for April Fools Day : P

Once upon a time in a world that’s like pretty different but not totally different from ours, there lived a man named Soul Evans. His home was within the woods outside a village, causing him to become the target of many attempted attacks due to being a weapon.

However, Soul never let that get to him. In fact, he thought being able to thwart all of the villagers’ plans to attack him was a fun way of ignoring the crippling weight of never being good enough for anyone.

His life of never giving a shit about anything was then trampled upon once he woke up one day and noticed a blue-haired donkey outside his cottage.

“Who the fuck are you?” the weapon questioned once opening the door, causing the donkey to let out a smug neigh.

“I’M THE ONLY AND ONLY BLACK*STAR AND I-“ the animal attempted to reply before Soul slammed the door shut.

However, he finally caved in and let Black*Star stay with him after a long exchange of curses and death threats that the author may have been too lazy to write.

That decision seemed to backfire on him, as the ass followed him around the woods the next day until Soul wondered how tasty donkey meat would be.

Soul then returned home at the end of the day to find a group of people scattered around his property.

Just what I needed, more freaks he thought while watching a bald headed man shine his spectacles and then shifting his attention towards two women sitting upon the grass and brushing each other’s hair.

“Who the hell are you people!” Soul shouted to the group, who only gave him a look of indifference.

“Tsu! There you are!” Black*Star exclaimed beside the weapon, causing him to meet the eyes of a raven/haired donkey.

“I’m sorry for leaving you Black*Star, there was a group of humans coming after our host here, so I decided to break their knee caps but got a little carried away. Oh, I also made us some stew since I thought you’d be tired sir,” Tsubaki exclaimed before balancing a plate between her hooves and handing it to Soul.

“Ahhhh…you can stay BUT THE REST OF YOU NEED TO LEAVE!” Soul added before hearing the two twin children in the corner of his yard sneer.

“Sorry, but you’ll have to take that up with Queen Medusa. She’s the one that exiled us here,” Kim explained while running a brush through Jackie’s long tresses.

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“Geez Soul, you haven’t said a word since we’ve been on the road,” Black*Star commented as they neared the castle.

“I’m not trynna’ hear an ass talk about it’s god complex,” Soul explained.

“At least I’m honest with my feelings, unlike some grumpy red-eyed weapon,” the animal mumbled before kicking an onion, an action that may or may not allude to a refrence from one of the source materials for this fic.

They then walked in silence before entering the arena beside the castle.

“Some of you may die, but that is a sacrifice I am willing to make,” Queen Medusa sang from her seat at the topmost portion of the arena before noticing Soul and Black*Star passing security and ordering her guards to go after them.

Her eyes then fixated upon Soul after he was able to defeat all her knights via a fighting montage that the author was yet again too lazy to write.

“Well, it seems as if the weapon is our final contender,” Medusa announced, causing the crowd to cheer.

“Contender for what?” Soul questioned before noticing the wide smile that had been plastered onto the queen’s face.

“Bring us Princess Maka Albarn from her tower. Then and only then will I move all those people off your land,” she explained, causing the weapon to let out a grunt.

“How do I know you’re not just fuckin’ with me,” Soul barked at the princess .

“Isn’t everyone just using each other these days? Get with the program buddy,” a voice called from beside the queen, probing Soul into moving his eyes towards a giggling blob which was protruding from a lanky pink-haired person.

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This’d better be worth it Soul groaned in agitation as he kept his eyes on the shaking planks of the bridge he was walking across.

“Umm Soul, don’t ya’ think you’re walking a little too fast,” Black*Star called from behind him, causing Soul to turn back and watch how the animal’s feet seemed to be shaking between each step.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared,” Soul taunted before Black*Star whined at the statement.

“Of course not dude, why would I be scared-“ he called before the weapon jumped and caused the whole bridge to wobble even more.

“WHAT THE HELL SOUL! THATS NOT FUNNY MAN, YOU SEE HOW MUCH THIS THING IS SHAKING,” the ass shrieked, eliciting a chuckle out of Soul.

“Alright, alright fine. But only because I’m a nice person and this thing is really-“ Soul started before going weak in the knees himself once a three- headed monster landed directly in front of him.

“And who might you two be?” the middle head spoke while moving its eyes from Soul to Black*Star, causing the ass to quickly come trotting up near the weapon.

“Wait, if you can talk, then that must mean you’ve been-“

“Cursed? Yea why, you gotta problem with that?” the head on the right spoke before raising one of its eyebrows at Black*Star, causing him to clear his throat.

“Hah, if a god like me can get cursed, what business do I have judging people about it,” the ass answered before leaning closer towards Soul.

“You go get the princess while I handle things here,” he then whispered, causing Soul to gape at his level of confidence.

“I’ve gotta say, you’ve all kept your…looks even through the curse. I mean, look at how shiny your scales are and how uh-uh…,” Black*Star said as Soul began to maneuver his way around the creature.

“Symmetrical we are?” Kid added, causing the ass to vigorously nod his head.

“Ahh ye-yea that too,” Black*Star replied.

“Ohho, thank you. I do try to keep us prim and proper even while guarding the princess,” Kid replied as Soul went dashing towards the entrance of the abandoned castle.

“Shit, Kiddo that one is trying to get to Maka,” Liz shouted just as the weapon slammed the giant doorway shut.

“Hmm, oh you and Patty take care of it. I’m trying to have a decent conversation with the first person-ass-animal whatever we’ve seen in years,” Soul heard the middle head exclaim and then felt a wave of fire assault him from behind.

He conviently ducked into a pile of bones on his right and decided to strap on the armor left behind from the corpse before taking a chance at running through the hall again.

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Maka shut her book as she heard someone open the doors under her tower. She then quickly reached for the knife she kept on her bedside table like a fucking sociopath.

Her next idea was to toss the book onto the floor and then pretend as if she were asleep.

The princess then heard the door open and clutched her knife tightly before jumping onto the stranger once they neared her bed.

“Ah, woah woah woah CALM DOWN,” Soul yelled as she pointed the knife at him.

“Who are you and how did you get past Kid, Liz, and Patty!” Maka shouted, only to conveniently be silenced by another wave of fire below them.

“Sorry about this,” the stranger replied before swinging Maka across his shoulder and then bolting out her room and across the hallway.

“PUT ME DOWN!” the princess shouted as they finally reached the exit, where another wave of fire came rushing after them.

“I’m so sorry Maka, we got distracted and-“

“JUST KILL THIS GUY!” Maka shouted over Liz, earning a guffaw from the stranger as he picked up a blue donkey and went running across the castle’s bridge.

She let out a groan in indignation at how he narrowly missed the attacks Kid, Liz, and Patty were throwing at him, only for her heart to sink even furthur once seeing that her friends had somehow been chained to the castle.

The princess then kicked Soul in a more furious manner, causing her to look like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum until the stranger finally let her go after walking a good amount of distance away from the castle.

“YOU STUPID NO GOOD ASSHOLE,” Maka shrieked before Soul put up his hands to calm her down.

“IF YOU THINKS THIS MEANS IM GOING TO MARRY YOU THEN-“

“Marriage!??? Oh no, trust me princess that definitely isn’t somethin’ I was planning on doing,” he countered while the author did a mental eyeroll.

“Oh- so you’re weren’t planning on making me your bride?” Maka asked.

“No,” Soul said.

“You weren’t going to kiss me to life if I was a corpse?” Maka asked.

“No?” Soul said.

“Didn’t start lusting after me after glancing my way for like 30 seconds?” Maka asked.

“No,” Soul said.

“You’re not some middle aged man trying to marry someone that’s still young and fair?” Maka asked.

“What the fuck, no no no,” Soul finally said with a huff.

“All I’m trynna’ do is get you back to Queen Medusa’s kingdom,” he explained, causing the princess to hum in understanding.

“I see, well I suppose that isn’t so bad then. I’ve no doubt Kid, Liz, and Patty can easily fix the predicament they’re in too, so I’ll overlook that. May I at least get to see your face since you’ve successfully dragged me out my castle?” Maka questioned before pointing at the helmet around Soul’s head.

“Oh yea,” he answered before transforming his hand and carefully cutting through the metal.

It then fell off as Maka let out a gasp.

“He’s hot right?” Black*Star questioned as a lame attempt at comedic relief.

“He’s a…weapon!” Maka exclaimed, eliciting Soul to let out a snort.

“Sure am. Now let’s get going already,” he gruffly announced while Maka only stared after him in awe.

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They’d been walking for a long and boring amount of time before suddenly being surrounded by a group of men.

“What is that thing?” Black*Star questioned while pointing at a strange looking white scrawny little duck man standing right in front of them.

“FOOL! You are in the presence of the great Excalibur!” Excalibur exclaimed as the men around them laughed.

“Oh hi there cutie-“

“Keep your filthy hands off of me!” Maka shrieked over Hiro before sucker punching him to the floor, causing Soul to gape at her in bewilderment.

The weapon then evaded some other men that were attempting to attack him before feeling an arrow come flying towards his calf.

Fortunately, Maka and Black*Star were able to take down all of the remaining men by themselves, leaving only Excalibur still standing.

“Fools! To do such a thing to my henchmen is beyond rude, since they won’t be able to hear my legend-“ he tried to explain before Maka kicked him to the side.

“Get out of our way!” she exclaimed while letting out a final huff in indignation.

The princess then grabbed Soul’s arm and began to walk forward before hearing him let out a small wince.

“Oh no, I forgot you’re hurt,” she said while grounding them to a halt and staring at the arrow that’d conveniently lodged itself into the armor surrounding the weapon’s calf.

“Don’t worry, it’s really just a scratch,” Soul countered while Maka let out a hum.

“Still, we should get it treated. Black*Star, go look for some herbs we can treat the wound with,” Maka replied, causing the ass to salute her before trotting away.

“Ok, let’s dislodge it first,” the princess said while reaching for the arrow.

“Ah, fuck woman you’re pulling too hard!” Soul yelped, probing Maka to let out a huff.

“What, you can’t take it?” she replied before the weapon lost his balance and fell down with her sprawled on top of him in a totally not suggestive manner.

“I found some Aloe Vera and I heard that-ohhhh c’mon guys, you couldn’t have moved a few feet and got it on in the bushes,” Black*Star called as the pair scrambled off each other.

“Let’s…keep going,” Maka announced while Soul nodded his head in agreement.

“Hah, you two aren’t fooling anyone with how red your faces-“ the ass taunted before Maka kicked him.

They were able to find a spot to rest that night, allowing the princess to go scrambling behind a boulder after saying goodnight.

“Ya’ think….she likes me?” Soul asked Black*Star as they gazed at the stars.

“Why wouldn’t she like you dude?” the animal questioned, causing Soul to let out a sigh.

“She’s a princess and I’m a weapon, it’s as simple as that,”.

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To the surprise of absolutely nobody, the two did begin to grow closer and fall in love. The days passed before they were a day away from Queen Medusa’s castle, probing Maka into growing more anxious about her condition.

Her blades wouldn’t dissipate at all during that night, which forced her heart to skip a beat once hearing someone open the door to the small cottage she was attempting to sleep in.

The princess’ immediate reaction was to duck behind a large barrel, although it was too late since she heard Black*Star begin to screech at the way the moonlight reflected against her blades.

“Black*Star…Black*Star shhh,” Maka quickly coaxed, causing him to gape at her.

“Oh wow, Maka I had no idea you were a-,”

“I know, and I wanted to keep it that way too,” she finished as Black*Star raised an anthrophormic eyebrow at her.

“Why would you wanna do that?” the ass asked before Maka released a bitter laugh.

“You see how weapons are treated in the world. Always shunned for something that isn’t their fault. And besides, who would want to be associated with a freak-show scythe. Especially one so careless and unattractive,” she lamented.

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“Hey-um Maka, I’m not really sure what your favorite flower is, but I grow…some-uh sunflowers outside my cottage and they’re sorta’ pretty so I thought-“

“And besides, who would want to be associated with a freak-show scythe. Especially one so careless and unattractive,” Soul heard Maka exclaim over his rehearsal, causing his grip on the flower to loosen as he gaped at the cottage door for what felt like an enternity.

Right… what was I thinking he sighed before walking away and beginning to sulk in a corner of the makeshift camp he and Black*Star had created.

“Soul…Soul what’s wrong?” Maka called to him just as the sun began to rise from it’s slumber.

The weapon looked back to see her walking towards him from the cottage, probing him into letting out a muffled snort.

“Nothin’. At least, nothing you should have to worry about princess,” he offered before watching her pupils begin to dilate at his response.

“If it was something I’ve done then please-“

“Ah, Princess Maka,” Medusa called before the pair heard a group of horses gallop their way.

“I see that you’ve brought her back safely, weapon. I’ll send my guards out to clear those people from your land immediately. Now come along dear princess, I’m sure your journey has been quite distasteful,” Medusa hissed while flashing them both a wicked stare.

“Right…of course. Goodbye Black*Star, goodbye Soul,” Maka replied as she levelled a brief glance at Black*Star and then gave Soul a pathetic pining stare.

She then climbed onto Crona’s steed and the group set into motion towards the castle.

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“Now Princess Maka, I know we’ve talked about you being exhausted but…I have to ask if you’d be ready,” Medusa hummed.

“Ready for what?” Maka questioned while mulling over the food before her.

“Marriage my dear. You see, we’ve made preparations for the royal matrimony to happen tonight…if you’re up to the task,” the queen added with a devious glint in her eyes.

“Oh…,” Maka responded before being whisked away into a changing room.

Marraige…that’s a silly thing to think about when Soul is angry at me she internally lamented, causing her single fucking braincell to become fixated on that thought instead of the way she was being put into a wedding dress and then led down an altar.

The princess’ focus then rushed back into reality during the last minute like the lovesick dumbass she was, allowing her to notice the pink-haired person from earlier standing before her.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have gathered here for the marriage of Princess Maka Albarn and…Ragnarok of Gorgon Kingdom,” the officiant announced, forcing Maka’s mind to stop reeling about how to get out the situation and notice the black blob that had begun to protrude out of Crona’s shoulder instead.

“Time to give Daddy a kiss,” Ragnarok giggled as Maka tried to whack him with the flower bouquet she was holding, only to realize that her hands and mouth had been glued in place.

I knew I should’ve just stayed a shut-in in that old fucking castle she thought to herself while Medusa grinned at her.

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“Are you ok in there?” Tsubaki called to Soul from outside his cottage, causing him to grunt in response.

“Just peachy,” he said while realizing just how bad he’d had it for Maka.

Still have it might be a better way of wording it be thought while pouring himself a drink and trying to hold back his tears.

“SOUL, SOUL OPEN UP YOU ASS!” Black*Star called from outside before Soul let out a snort.

“Hate to tell ya’ this ‘Star, but you’re the ass here,” Soul called out.

“Maka is a weapon too,” the ass answered back before Soul spat out his drink.

“What!?” he questioned.

“All that stuff she was saying was about herself dumbass, not you,” Black*Star called as Soul swung his front door open.

“She…actually liked me?” the weapon questioned before slapping one of his palms to his head.

“Yea and she probably still does, even if you might’ve broken her heart a bit by letting her go ahead with getting hitched to some other dude,” the ass exclaimed while Tsubaki shook her head in agreement.

“Ahhhhh shit, I-I have to get to her but there’s no way I’ll make it-“

“That’s what we’re here for Romeo,” Liz called from behind them, causing Soul to immediately go running towards the cursed trio before they launched themselves up into the sky.

“If someone objects to this wedding, speak now or forever hold thy-,” Soul heard the officiant announce before jumping off the dragon and running straight towards the castle doors.

“ME, I OBJECT,” he shouted, causing everyone to look at him in awe.

“S-Soul?” Maka stuttered as he came running towards her.

“Maka…Maka I’m so so sorry about earlier. I jumped to conclusions and didn’t give you a chance to explain, and I’m-I’m sorry. The truth is…I love you,” he announced, eliciting the crowd to release a cacophony of oohs and ahhs at the drama unfolding in front of them.

“Oh, how precious. The weapon has fallen in love with a princess,” Medusa laughed before Maka made her way near the stain-glass window above the altar and transformed her hands into two large scythes as the sun began to set.

“I hope you like what you see,” the princess giggled.

Soul gaped at her like the simp he was while Medusa narrowed her eyes and shrugged.

“Well if you wanted to reveal yourself publicly, I suppose I can use some brute force. Guards, seize them,” the witch exclaimed as a group of guards came running towards Maka and Soul.

“You two are going to make such nice test subjects,” she cackled as the stained glass window of the building shattered and Patty’s neck tilted downwards and swallowed Medusa whole.

“Ew, Patty I can’t believe you did that!” Liz screeched before they were engulfed in a cloud of smoke and then emerged as human being once more.

The sisters celebrated their newfound mobility while Kid’s face went red after a human Black*Star landed on his lap.

“Guess you really weren’t an ass after all,” Soul snorted to Black*Star, only to make his way towards Maka a moment later and run a hand through her blades, which turned back into her slender arms through his soothing touch.

“I hated myself because of these blades Soul, but I love you for being you, so I suppose they deserve a chance as well,” she exclaimed while clasping their hands together.

“Hm, guess you could say I broke your curse in a way then, since it isn’t all bad anymore,” Soul replied before resting his forehead against hers.

“A kiss from my knight in shining armor would be nice though,” the princess added as she blushed at the cheesy comeback, only to melt into Soul’s touch as he gently slid his hand behind her neck and slowly moved his lips forward.

The pair then went on to live a pretty happy life in Soul’s cottage while being visited by their ex-anthropomorphic friends and those who had been freed from Queen Medusa’s tyranny before finally tying the knot and living out their rest of their lives a a nasty lovey dovey couple.

The end.

#haven’t wrote anything this unhinged since the Halloween fic back in 2021 lol #so I needed to change that #soul eater #soul x maka #maka x soul #black star #death the kid #liz thompson #patty thompson #medusa gorgon

[ilikebirdsouo]

THOUGHTS part 2: episodes 3 and 4, yet again, warning for cussing, yelling/caps, long post, and spoilers!

Episode 3🍗

BALD YELLOW AND DUCK AKHSBSBSNXNXXN IM DYING OH MY GOD

“Is.. it a tin of soup?” “Ha!! Wrong-“ I love them

OK THE WHOLE SCENE INVOLVING THE CHIPS MY BELOVED-

“People are dying to see what your final guess would have been-“ “what people..?”  SELF AWARENESS MY BELOVED

“OKAY I win” y’all have no idea how many times I say this in real life in the most randomest situations- when I say duck is really relatable for me this season I’m not fucking joking-

RED AND YELLOW YELLING AT DUCK I CANT-

“Why not try a healthy option?” Oh god not again-

I cheered when the apple got eaten

Then I saw the twins

They annoy the fucking hell out of me 

The twins' voices, specifically the brothers, remind me of Winnie the Pooh's. Am I the only one who hears it?

The girl twin uh Lily I think creeps me out more than the other guy I hate her

“We are a family arent we? I’m the dad, he’s the pet (HAHAHSHHDHDHHDHDJ) and you’re the-“ “you the dad? Tch no, if anyones the father figure it’s me” how about you both be dads SHGSGSHS IM SORRY-

I’m never letting fluffybird go and this series is giving me content I apologize I will die with this ship

Ok I love how natural the trios talking sounds though like you hear the awkwardness it’s like you are in the same room as them at times-

“I want to be in a family!! I want to be the dad!!” Duck please you already are

ROY ROY ROY ROY ROY ROY ROY-

“That’s not a family, that’s just a dad!!” 

HE GOT THROWN AWAY

BUT I LOWKEY SCREAMED WHEN I SAW ROY LIKE HELLO

I love how much Duck… genuinely loves the family they have- they may be a bit of an asshole but.. they care for those two dorks- 🥺💕

TODNEY..? I THINK THATS HIS NAME’S LITTLE PUPPETY JUMP ABSOLUTELY SENDED ME AJHAHAHSHHS

Duck looks so pissed off during the whole family song oh my god-

I LOVE THAT RED GUY IS BLOCKED BY THE WORDS IN THE SONG CUZ HES SO FUCKING TALL AJGAHAHS-

“Sharing a Bath” lol (remembers episode 2)

OK BUT DUCK IS ALL TRYING TO KEEP UP WITH THE TWINS AND WHAT THEY ARE SAYING I CANT-

DUCKS LITTLE HEAD SHAKE-

“FAULBCHDT- …that’s not a word-“

FUCK YOU RED FUCK YOU I HATE YOU I- (I got mad when he got all “oh I want a real family not these two” FUCK OFF- >:’(( )

LILY FUCKIBG HITTING DUCK ON THE BACK OF THEIR HEAD I-

“It smells funny in here-“ 

Red fucking sniffing sent me- red please-

“We have picnics!” <33 Duck is trying so hard to prove they are in fact a family- god…

This family scares me so much oh my gosh-

Oh my gosh I hate the twins so fucking much I-

I do not like how Lily treats Yellow- not at all..

“You can use mothers peice..” FORSHADOWING FORSHADOWING FOR-

THEN THEY SAY TO DUCK THEY CANT USE IT BC ONLY THE MOM CAN, THEN WHAT ABOUT YELLOW? HAHAHAHHSHSHDHDH FORSHADOWINGGGGG

The twins crossed the line on treating duck like shit LET ME AT THEM-

The family tree room is genuinely pretty I want to be there.. mi- minus all the photos uh

“Nice framed pictures” Red, please

Red decided to be a bit of an ass this episode didn’t he?

“That’s uncle Terry!!” Is that a reference to Baker Terry? Hello?

THAT TREE SOUNDED LIKE STEAK I LOWKEY JUMPED- JSGSHSHHD ok I genuinely missed that voice hate to admit it

OH THE BLOOD SAMPLE SCENE MADE ME CRINGE PHYSICALLY- as someone with a huge needle phobia that is a scene straight out of one of my nightmares-

OK BUT the sequence following it though was so mesmerizing!! It reminded me of those ai generated pictures!! I really liked it!!

Duck talking to bread… ok I know that’s the bread maybe from episode 5 (guys got KIDS also trans bread confirmed) BUT ANYWHO… UH.. ITS SO FUNNY CUZ DUCKS LIKE TO EAT BREAD ITS JUST FUNNY TO ME

DUCK FUCKING PUT THE BREAD CHILD IN THE TOASTER IM-

Ducks song… I just…. Hey check out how hard I can cry- HSHSHSHSSHDHSHSHSHHSHSH

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AND-

“We all have the same diseases!” IM SORRY WHAT!!??? WAIT HOLD ON-

I want to own one of those extra duck puppets pleas..

I hate that I related to ducks song HSGSGSG DUCKKKKKJJ WE HAVE THE SAME ISSUES

DUCK IN DRAG DUCK IN DRAG DUCK IN-

TJEY LOOK FABULOUS HOLY-

ALL THE DUCKS FIGHTING EACHOTHER WAS HILARIOUS- also damn duck is strong

Oh lily makes me so uncomfy oh my god

Get yellow out of that house

THE MOP THE WOODEN DUCK- UHM 

Red can’t even fit into the family made for him :(( ALSO I LOVE THE VARIATION IN RED GUY DESIGN AND!! AND HOW THEY ALL WEAR DIFFERENT CLOTHING MINUS OUR RED-

OH!! Also I’m partially glad we didn’t get ducks family revealed… it’s quite odd and sad but.. Yellow and Red are really the only family they got. (Plus this allows me to hold onto my headcannons just a bit longer-)

“Aw :((“ “there you are! :D”

YELLOW IN A DRESS-HE LOOKED GREAT IN IT BUT THAT SCENE WAS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE ACTUALLY- 

ALSO ROY IN THE WINDOW ROY IN THE FUCKING WINDOW-

THE WAY THEY ALL LOOKED ALL SCARY WAS- I NEVER WANT TO SEE THAT AGAIN I

SHGSGSHS

ROYYYYYY!!!! ROY THE BOY!!! THE BASTARD OLD MAN IS HERE THE GUY THE

:((( the whole scene where yellow was calling his dads name… and when he got pushed away… 

“Bye..” :(((

“YUM YUM YUM YUM-“

Wait.. did Roy fucking murder the family? Cuz.. I saw the grandmas head get thrown at the door I-

Roy.

The ending 🥺💕💕💕

…..

The two uh chip thingys coming out of the family sized bag made me laugh really hard.. but not as hard as-

“I WANT THOSE-“

So many thoughts-

Episode 4🪱

“And we live in an actual niGHTMAREEEE”

Ah yes.. watering the computer plant

Wait

COLIN

THEY JUST FUCKING THROW THE COMPUTER PLANT AND THERE HE IS LOOK AT HIM THE BOY-

OH GOD HIS VOICE I MISSED HIM

“You got the mouse?” “Yep, both hands.. for complete control… you won’t be getting away from me this year…” UH- DUCK?!????? EXPLAIN??!????

“Hey nice grip!” STOP ENCOURAGING THEM

“Thank you :)” Ok I love how polite Duck is to the computer stuff in this episode oh my god- see they aren’t always a dick 

Jfc how long is yellows name holy-

Ducks name is just.. one fucking button… OK WHAT ARE THEIR NAMES IN ACTUALITY PLEASE I DONT WANT TO USE ROBIN DOI AND HARRY ALL MY LIFE GIVE ME CONFIRMATION HAHSGSGDHDHDHD

COLINS FACE STRETCH WAS SOMETHING I DIDNT NOTICE UNTIL MY SECOND WATCH AND I JUST SHAGSGVSVDH

“Hey come on, it’s not your fault” aw a cute wholesome moment

“You’re just a #############” OH-

“Yeah you can’t help it you’re just a ##############” DUCK NOT YOU TOO-

I FUCKIBG DIED WHEN THIS SCENE HAPPENED-

Oh I already fucking hate this worm

THE BRIEF SECOND WE SEE THE CREW SETTING THE TRIO UP WAS SO COOL ACTUALLY

GOD GET THIS WORM OUT OF HERE

HE REMINDS ME OF SHRIGNOLD FOR SOME REASON BUT SOMEHOW HES WORSE

“Who is that?” “I don’t know I think it’s an insane person-“ PLEASE-

Warren… the eagle…

Wait aren’t worms slimy? Uh then what does that mean for that business card..?

….buddy that’s not how birds work-

“I think he’s some sort of freelancer-” “freelancers deserve to die! :]”

Oh I can already tell this episodes gonna hit me hard..

HSGSGSGHS I REALLY HATE THE WORM BUT- 

THE WAY HE GLARES AT THE TRIO AS THEY START TALKING SHIT

“Reminds me of an infection I had up my-“ up…….. up your what… Duck…

EVEN COLIN TALKS SHIT

“He looks like a tumor :]”

The password is Rat eyes… you know actually I want to go back once I finish the series and see how many times rats are referenced or shown-

THE HEAD BOPPING THE JAMMING LOOK AT THEM FUCKINHG JAMMING-

THERE WERE A FEW REFERENCES I SAW!!!! ALSO THE OLD DHMIS 4 3D MODELS MSHSHSB

Aw Duck sent him a email <:))

Aw he sent them one <:)))

Aw yellow doesn’t have one :((

Why is duck so insistent on the goddamn skeleton?! I’m happy for them but

ah yes the big sad :( I RELATE TO YELLOW A LOT IN THIS EPISODE-

Ooh coping with the good ol imagination, I’ve been there too pal

YELLOWS MINDSCAPE IS SO CUTE AND I LIKE THE AESTHETIC

“Shy imaginary older brother!” Oh look that’s adorabl- WAIT ISNT THAT GUY FROM THE PILOT?!??

Yellow looks so happy 🥺

WAIT THE TRANSITION THINGY- LIKE THE COMMERCIAL BREAK THING IS ALL QUIET NOW- IM CONCERNED

HSGSGHS YELLOWS BRAIN STUFF IS FUCKING ADORABLE AND THE STYLE IS JUST- SHGSGSGS- I don’t like the tooth or bath though :( OH BUT I LOVE THE WEIRD CAT THING

“Partying up in your head is no way to deal with bad friendships” oh.. it’s.. not?

“They’re not real friends they’re just animation!” ISGSGSHSH SELF AWARENESS

I LOVE SELF AWARENESS 

HSGSGSH NOOOO DONT LET THE WORM GO IN THE CUTE MINDSPACE GET HIM OUT

GOD DAMN IT

OH GOD

I already know where this is headed from personal experience GOD THIS IS A FRIENDSHIP EPISODE, THIS AND FAMILY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE WHOLESOME WHAT THE FUCK- HOW IS DEATH THE MOST WHOLESOMEST EPISODE WEVE SEEN THUS FAR-

I love you Colin but… please don’t get his help

Ughhh the worm is the toxic friend god I knew it uhhhshdh…..

SUSGGSGDHDH HES GETTIBG WORSE HES GETTING WORSE AND ALSO THANK GOD MY PHOBIA OF ELONGATED FACES ISNT ACTING UP-

“Huh. 2 million results.” “That’s too many! Let’s give up!!” Duck and Red are my last two braincells confirmed

WHY IS DUCK BEING SO POLITE- STOP BEING CUTE

“What’s breathing?” …Duck

:((( HES FUCKIING UP THE IMAGINARY WORLD

THE BROTWHR DIED- NOOOOO

YOU BROKE HIM…. AGAIN

Red guy is such a himbo in this series sometimes I love it- 

“My diagnosis is your friend has a worm in his brain!” No shit sherlock

Ough this series even briefly comments on the medical system and how shitty it can be sometimes <333

“Right! Fetch me my gouging tools!” DUCK-

Look at yellow he is happy please don’t dont fuck this up

FUCK OFF WORM GO AWAY

THE RUNNING SEQUENCE OH MY GOD- IM SORRY I LOVE IT-

Oh I’m getting major checkerboard void vibes here- I know it’s not but I’m just getting those vibes

FUCKING GOD DUCKS GOUGING TOOLS- DUCK PLEASE BE CAREFUL-

Duck lowkey just has a wholeass toolkit for torture…. Uhm… duck..?

THE FUCKING WORM IS DISGUSTING LIKE IN THIS PHASE I-

HAHGSGSHHHSHS YESSSSS DUCK KILL IT KILL IT

ITS A WORM A LUTERAL WORM- 

This is like the secondth time I think that Ducks helped one of the trio, more specifically yellow- come on that’s just 🥺💕 they do care sometimes-

PESKY BEE

“Yeah don’t close our tabs!! I want to see that skeleton!” Duck-

Coliinnnnnnn don’t goo :(((

HES AN INVENTOR HES A HOLD ON HEADCANNON PROVEN HEADCANNON PROVEN EVERYONE

“I love you, good bye! :]” B… bye :(( 

HE GLITCHES THROUGH THE DOOR ANOTHER HEADCANNON ANOTHER-

The first bit of the “worm in your brain” song my beloved.. I needed to hear that… 🥺

Red Guy looks so fancy in denim!!

Duck I was expecting something more sentimental I keep on finding out more concerning shit about you please-

PILOT GUY!!!! YELLOWS IMAGINARY BROTHER!!! HSGSGSHDBND!!

THE FUCKING FIGHT OH MY GOD I SHAGGSBAHSHDBDHHDJ

I LOVE THE CHAOTIC YELLING AND THROWING SHIT- ALSO YELLOWS ANGRY EYEBROWS RETURN- I LOVE THAT THERES NO END CREDITS SONG LIKE JUST HEAR THESE THREE DYSFUNCTIONAL FRIENDS FIGHT- Jhagahahahhshhdd

Also the chainsaw after yellow says I’ll kill you concerns me….

#dhmis #don’t hug me i’m scared #dont hug me im scared #dhmis spoilers #tw caps #tw cussing #long post #duck rambles

[lunarmoonanons]

Chapter 2: The Café Incident

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Based on a true story. When my family was at a restaurant and some bitch grabbed my brother's phone.

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Masterlist

YN had never liked people staring at her or her brother. Well, she hated deliberate analytic stares. Did people have nothing better to look at? Was her hair texture sooooo interesting? There were people with cacti for heads, but yes the girl with tan skin is the one who looks strange.

YN hated deliberate, analytic stares. It always felt like a piercing knife. Through the years the pain was dulled, the annoyance still stayed.

She did understand why her actions made people stare. It was rare to see a quirkless person bite back.

She understood why people would stare at Daniel. He didn’t look like the typical depiction the media and movies would say a developmentally disabled person looks like. He was tall and lanky. “All knees and elbows” Pop would say. Slightly curled fluffy white hair. At first glance, on a good day, a stranger would probably assume that he was a shy teenager.

So yes, YN understood why people would stare. But that didn’t mean she had to like it. Especially when they just wanted to stop by the café.

Was it because she had a perpetual “F*ck you” glare in her eyes? Or was it because Daniel kept fidgeting and looking at everything with wide excited eyes?

It had only been a week. Now they needed quick food and then rest to get back to going. The place was practically empty, only one other customer. Daniel was bouncing his leg and biting his thumb. After YN got him situated down, she gently pulled his hand from his hair. With a slight laughing mumble about him going bald. She sat across from him, handing over a box of his favorite copic markers and a sketchbook. Drawing always got him focused. The menu looked bland as hell, man YN really missed when momma would make some cajun crab boil. YN knew what Daniel liked, but nothing here was what she wanted. Looking up, she smiled as Daniel drew a scene from their favorite movie ‘Labyrinth’. Not noticing the waitress walking up.

“Can I start you off with a drink sir?”

“…”

“Sir..?”

Quick to answer YN spoke first. “He’ll have a small chocolate milkshake and I’ll get some espresso.”

“He can’t order for himself?”

Daniel spoke before YN got the words. Not ever looking up from his paper.

“Nope. Do Not like the big menu. The words get….. Jumbled. Hurts my head.”

Sweet Daniel. Nothing was wrong today for him so far. But YN could see the way this person was cocking her hip and twirling her pen. Did she always flirt during her work hours? Right as she was going to tell her that was all, the waitress, in possibly an innocent action in her mind, grabbed at the picture Daniel had worked so hard on.

“Ooh this is really-”

“That's MINE! I Worked On It For ME! It’s MY Drawing! MY Drawing! MINE!”

“Daniel calm down!” YN jumped up to wrap her arms around his shoulders. But when he got into a fit like this, he was practically inconsolable. His arms thrashing out as he tried grabbing back. He breathed heavily and his face got sticky with tears and sweat. Looking down at his hands, there were little lines and bursts of golden color. His fingertips capped with gold, twitching.

Before YN could calm and stop him, three vases exploded and completely shattered. The glass windows trembled and cracked. YN snatched the picture back, while grabbing his comfort item from her pack. A small fuzzy bear. He then calmed and just rocked back and forth.

“I’m sorry. He gets very emotional. I’ll send you some cash for the-“

“Get that ******* out of here!” That waitress screeched. Logically YN knew she was just scared and confused. But YN heard only that one word and pushed her against the wall. Clutching her throat.

“Don’t you EVER say that again! About him or anyone like him! Now we’re leaving. If I even get a feeling that you told anyone that we were here, I will hunt you down and kill you. Do you understand?!” YN spat digging her nails into the woman’s neck.

When the waitress nodded with tears coming down her face, YN let go. Slightly scared about what she was about to do. Not sorry about feeling mad, but fearful to how close to killing she was. She picked up Daniel and once again they fled off to the early morning. Leaving as the breaking dawn came.

When the police came to investigate what they thought was a break in, no one could explain why the broken vases felt like lightning when they touched it.

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the **** part was her saying a slur that I refuse to ever type it out. But I did want to show that some people are quick to say horrible things.

#yandere midoriya clan #yandere bnha #x reader #oc reader #yandere izuku midoriya #yandere mha

[thenukacolachallenge]

If you’re still doing the character bingo, I’m going to test my luck and go Kronika?

If you have no thoughts on her, maybe Erron? Love your work. Have a good day.

aaaaa thank you! i quite enjoy your work too! your fun headcanons and what ifs always give a good chuckle :D

also, POR QUE NO LOS DOS???

first up the Bald Bitch herself:

honestly, i really wanted to like Kronika more than i actually do. she is a very interesting villain, and a unique spin on normal MK baddies. she's very manipulative, which i love in a devious character, and i love her design. but a lot of my gripe with her comes, again, from the way the character was written. there's a lot of ways she could have really mucked with the Defender's plans a lot more, and i do feel that there were some plot holes in her story. but that's bc, besides MK's spotty track record with writing, it's genuinely hard to write a character that is omniscient in that way. it's one of my biggest issues with my OC, Sai. it's hard to write someone who can muck about with time, especially while also trying to not make them completely unstoppable AND not too OP. i dont think they did a BAD job with her, per se, the main game's ending was miles better than the dlc's imo, but i was left a bit underwhelmed for how cool she seemed at the start.

overall, while she's not my cup of tea, i think she's an interesting character and a real attempt to branch out from just "bad guy who wants to merge all the realms bc he's subtly being manipulated by something bigger than himself".

and now, my favorite yeehaw boy!

I GOT A MCFUCKIN BINGO HELL YEAH

i both love and hate Erron. i love the outlaw cowboy thing SO MUCH, i love Troy Baker's voice(even if he is an NFT-shilling nerd) and i love that he sticks to outworld over earthrealm. however, i also love to give MK11 Erron ALL of the shit, bc as a Native Texan, i can tell you that all of his sayings are real old-timey Texanisms, and the fact that he talks like my Pawpaw did is fucking hysterical to me, and also takes away any sex appeal he could possibly have for me.

also, the MK11 outfits aren't that great. they really Yeehawified the shit out of him in 11. too much cowboy and not enough outlaw. also, the Uncle Sam fit? whoever thought of that, turn on your location, we need to talk. and! the accent isn't Texan. it's American Southern for sure, but not Texan. if they could take the best of both worlds, give him back his sass and at least SOME normal speech, and add back some of that "mysterious outlaw rebel" charm he had, but also give him a legitimate Texan accent? i'd be so fucking happy.

also, idc if he's canonically been with Skarlet and Nitara. he gets NO bitches. man can't win a fight to save his life and he speaks like an old man, plus almost every other woman in canon dislikes him or flat out calls him ugly. no bitches.

@roofgeese and i sometimes just yell in all caps about Erron. usually to make fun of him. it's wonderful. i love him and i want to put him in the dishwasher and put it on steam clean.

#thank you for the ask! #kronika #erron black

[cringeshoes]

“What,” a voice called out, tone harsh and familiar. “ls on your head.”

Unsui looked up from his phone. Agon stood a good three feet away from him, glaring through his tinted lenses.

“Oh, hi.” the older of the two replied easily—already used to unconventional greetings—and began walking away. “C'mon. You said you have to go back before twelve.”

“I said,” the voice called out again, this time along with a set of firm, heavy footsteps as Agon hurried his stride to close their distance and match his brothers’ pace. “What the hell is on your head?”

Unsui confusedly reached up, tipping the sunglasses perched on the top of his head in question. It wasn’t his usual thing, but the summer day was hot and bright, and he didn’t even want to think about sweating in one of his cap.

“What? This? I-”

“No, you bald-”

Agon cut him off but halted, before seemingly regaining his brash tone.

“What the hell's with your hair??”

Oh…

Huh.

Plucking off his sunglasses and hooking it in his shirt collar, Unsui gingerly patted the short, light colored hair on his head. “I, uh.. College and work’s been extremely busy lately. No time to…” He then looked towards his brother and trailed off at the look on Agon’s face. Agon seemed pissed off. Which to be fair was not unusual at all. “Trim it and stuff…”

He caught Agon’s eyes glancing quickly towards his hair before looking away, clicking his tongue. “Well it looks weird.”

Unsui thought so too, but he opted to simply mumble ‘I know’ instead of continuing the conversation. And with that, they walked in customary silence into the supermarket.

–

Agon was indeed pissed off.

He actually didn’t think it was weird at all, because he knew he himself looked exactly like that just last year. It was an uncomfortably familiar sight.

It’s just that. It was Unsui. The baldy.

It reminded him of how he used to look a few months after he shaved his own head back in America. He had tried so hard to make it grow back as fast as possible, the smell of bottles upon bottles of store-bought ginseng hair tonic—stealthily and very carefully hidden among his belongings in his previous dorm in Saikyo, especially because being roomates with Hiruma was definitely some sort of divine punishment—clinging to his memories. Remembering it all irked him.

He stole another glance towards his brother again, nose scrunching up. Unsui was currently glaring at a shelf full of sauces and condiments, mentally comparing prices to match Agon's budget with an ever-present frown on his face, and god, that damned hair.

They haven’t met each other in about two months, both became very preoccupied with college, training, and part-time jobs, and only today were able to meet up again after semester exams. Which was not by Agon’s choice, by the way. This whole meeting up thing was trouble, but it was necessary trouble. Because apparently Agon manages his own money like a child, and Unsui insisted—or forced rather, in Agon’s opinion—to take him to buy groceries for himself every month.

(It only took an intervention from Unsui to set this routine, after he spotted Agon in a McDonald’s for the fourth time that same week.)

Agon grunted as he pushed the shopping cart closely behind Unsui, planning to ram at his ass with the cart, when he noticed it.

With how he looked, Agon was used to being stared at. From judgmental middle aged men to pretty giggling ladies, people stealing glances at him was beyond normal. And today, the three people who were flicking their eyes at his direction and whispering to each other clearly fell in the later category. Agon smirked as he decided to listen in. Time for some ego boost to brighten his mood.

"-so cool!"

"Right, right! His eyes are so sharp..."

Nice.

"Who knew a crew cut like that could look stylish... Do you think he's in the military?"

... Huh?

"He does look stern!"

"Right? But he-"

...

Agon could not fucking believe this.

His head whipped towards the group of girls, causing them to jolt and scurry away at the way he unknowingly scowled at them.

What the hell was that about?!

He turned his head towards his brother next, currently clutching a bottle of mirin as he continued to glare at price labels with his other hand on his hips.

They were talking about him?!

#LMAO I DONT KNOWWW. #i just rly rly miss unsui.. #shoes writez #HI ITS ME. #eyeshield 21 #unsui kongo #agon kongo #i dont rly write fics or whatever. english is so hard.

[kimmimaru]

Started yet ANOTHER fic. Mostly because I haven’t been able to write much on my WIP’s lately and needed to jump start the creativity mojo.  Anyways, it’s Reno/Rude. Other than that I really don’t know where it’s going lol. I suppose we will see how it works out. Thought I’d post a little bit of it. XXX

Normal for Reno is making sure he is never vulnerable, even asleep. It's wearing clothes to bed so he can get out quickly, it's living on a razors edge so that he's never caught unaware. Now Reno is on the couch, the living room lights are off, the TV is on. He's half-slumped against the cushions, a can of beer between his knees, his shirt hanging almost all the way open. His hair falls free around his face and shoulders, framing his eyes which seem to be the only bright thing about him. He's black and white, like an old fashioned photograph. He's almost too still and if it wasn't for the movement of his eyes, Rude might fear the worst. He steps silently into the room, watching Reno's gaze fall on him. The cigarette dangling from the corner of his lips drops ash onto his crinkled shirt. “Yo,” Reno croaks, blowing smoke into the already cloudy air. Rude knows it's a bad night tonight. “Couldn't sleep.” Rude says, averting his eyes and moving towards the kitchen. Reno manages a small grin, “Oh yeah?” Rude grunts in response and opens the fridge, sending light across the floor. He bends and peers inside, simply so he didn't have to look at his partners face. He finds a bottle of water and pulls it out, straightening up. He closes the fridge with his hip, making a sound that feels too loud in the silence of their apartment. Reno flinches. Rude sees it in the corner of his eye as he unscrews the cap of the bottle. In the quiet they can hear the hum of the fridge and the creak of plastic underneath Rude's fingers. “Been thinkin'...” Reno says slowly, pulling the cigarette free of his mouth and stubbing it out in the ashtray. Rude turns his head to look at him, seeing him hunch over the coffee table and stare into its surface. He doesn't continue his thought. “You should get some sleep, partner.” Rude says, trying for casual and missing. Reno looks up at him through his hair, “So should you.” They stare at one another across the room for a moment until Reno looks away, back over his shoulder at the couch cushion. It's still squashed from his lounging position earlier. “You ever...think about the time we first met?” Rude makes a quiet sound, “Sometimes.” He admits. Reno laughs quietly, running his hands over his face, he falls back against the cushions and stares up at the ceiling through his fingers, “I thought you wanted to kill me, yo.” “Maybe I did.” Rude leans against the counter, bottle in one hand, “You were an asshole.” Reno laughs again, a little lighter this time, “Yeah. Guess I was.” “First mission was that guy from below plate.” “Drake. Suspected Wutai spy. We had to bring him in.” “He was an asshole too.” Reno didn't laugh this time. He was quiet for too long. Rude shifted, he hated filling silences, he hated this awkwardness growing between them. Reno took a breath, small, sharp, like he was trying to bring himself to say something terrible. Rude felt his muscles tighten in response; fight or flight. The feeling was painfully familiar and hard to get rid of. “That guy nearly killed me.” He said finally. The tension in Rude's shoulders intensifies. The memory of Reno's blood on his hands still lingers, slick and hot. It had turned his shirt bright red, the same colour as his hair. He'd been reckless, made a stupid mistake. They'd both been rookies. “Veld chewed us both out when I got outta the hospital, yo.” “You did die.” Rude says suddenly, the words surprising even him. Reno clicks his tongue, “For a minute, yo.” “You died. Your heart stopped.” “Rude...” “Why the hell are we talking about this now?” Rude cuts him off, rubbing a hand over his bald head, he squints up at the clock on the wall. “Shit. It's three am, I'm too tired for this.” Reno falls quiet again. That same tense kind of quiet, like a storm was brewing. “Go get some sleep, partner.” He says finally, fingers in his hair, knuckles visible in the light from the television. Reno closes his eyes. Rude starts to make his way back to his bedroom, he pauses and glances back over his shoulder to see Reno bent over his own knees, head bowed. He takes a breath, opens his mouth as if to say something but he stops. He doesn't know what to say. He turns back to the dark hallway and continues on to his own bedroom.

#Reno/Rude