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hua-mo-jin-is-a-cutie · 4 months

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this is the only social media website where I feel like I can talk about this without getting hated by teenagers with no media literacy, but I watched (pirated) Hazbin Hotel. And while I'm still very critical of Viv herself and the decisions she's made about her staff and her public statements and her past actions, some of which are very gross, for what it's worth, I think Hazbin is alright.

There are things I'd do differently sure, but it's like... aggressively average. The music is hit or miss, with mostly catchy tunes accompanied by lyrics that often made me cringe a little by how they already feel like outdated references to current slang. I also really don't enjoy when they have a big musical number come out of nowhere and have other characters acknowledge that they're singing. It really takes away from the musical numbers themselves. it's like musical writing 101 to NOT do that.

I know this is something people tend to criticize, but I'll be honest I like most of the character designs. They have fairly distinct silhouettes and it's kinda what drew me in enough to watch it in the first place. I'm particularly fond of Nifty. I do think some of them are a bit too complex, too busy to be super appealing, and must be hell to animate. I also think there's not really much cohesion in character designs of the world other than color, and even that's a stretch. I wish we'd at least been given some sort of reason in the show that some demons are furries and others aren't.

The animation is pretty nice, though the camera movement tends to make it a bit hard for my eyes to focus when there's a lot going on.

I've seen a lot of people complain about the pacing and while I agree that things are moving too fast, that we need time to get to know these characters and this world and earn these, what are supposed to be, hard hitting moments. I also acknowledge that I like fast pacing. I want it to slow down, but not astronomically, just a smidge.

I'd say the writing is also hit or miss. Sometimes it's got me fairly entertained, but other times it's making me uncomfortable and not on purpose. Again, slang that will quickly become or already is irrelevant is a major issue for me.

Contrary to what I've seen many people saying, I actually thought episode 4 was handled decently enough. Honestly the pacing is really the only thing holding it back for me. It doesn't feel like it's glorifying or romanticizing sexual abuse or domestic violence. It frames Valentino as the abuser he is when it's most important, even when he is a bumbling idiot in other scenes. Scenes of abuse between angel and Val are taken seriously enough. I wasn't a huge fan of the song Poison, but I also don't think it's romanticizing SA. I mean it literally ends with Angel sobbing on the floor so... I dunno how anyone came to that conclusion. There are times when the show jokes about sexual assault which I do think is distasteful and is one of my gripes with the writing overall, however when it comes to the topic of angel and val, it's handled well enough.

I'm interested in seeing where the plot goes with how episode 6 ended even with it's flaws. It's going in an interesting direction so far and I think the music of that episode was pretty good, calling back to the first episode's song with Adam in a clever way.

So overall I'd give Hazbin like a 6/10. It's fine, but it's got flaws. I'd like to see the kinks ironed out in season 2 and have Viv acknowledge some of her mistakes or at least take criticism well for once.

Anyway, stan Nifty, she's best girl.

#hazbin hotel #vivziepop critical #tv review #Also I'd like to clarify for anyone that does wanna say I'm invalidating the SA survivors that dislike episode 4 #Your allowed to dislike it #If it's triggering that's totally valid #While I haven't experienced exactly what angel is going through #I have been manipulated and I was sexually asulted #though mine was a 1 time thing and also in a medical setting #so pretty different #Point being #Not every SA survivor is gonna feel the same way about it #It's okay to not like the show #But let others find comfort in it's portrayal of Angel as a victim because they might just relate to it #It's okay to depict victims that aren't perfect #Peace out yall

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cyberrat · 2 months

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82nd Batch Of Fics: 8th Fill

Vox/Valentino – Part ½ – drugs; helplessness; intersex Val; electrostim; body writing – Val completely shot himself off with drugs and Vox is going to take advantage of the fact.

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“Oh Vaaal~~” Vox croons in a sing-song voice, sharp-tipped fingers slowly closing around one of Valentino’s ankles.

When all he gets in return is the vague twitch of one antennae, he hums thoughtfully and lets his gaze slide toward Valentino’s bedside table. There is a colorful array of bottles there, most of them tipped over and pills strewn all around with no hope of figuring out what belonged where.

Valentino fucked himself hopelessly up. Vox’ close-mouthed smile stretches until his sharp teeth are visible.

“Oh Val… what to do with you. What… to do with you,” he mutters as he curls his other hand around Valentino’s other ankle, slowly first straightening those long legs from their sloppy splay, then spreading them apart.

That motion, at least, is something Valentino is very familiar with. He chirps, small and pathetic, his red eyes opening a little to stare blearily at the ceiling. “W… what?” he mumbles.

Vox spreads his legs farther. Valentino is not wearing much. Just a cute little negligee that makes his tits look even meatier than they are. One that rides up easily, exposing his drooling pussy. His cock looks about as knocked-out as the rest of him.

Vox can count on one hand the times that Valentino’s freakish cock hadn’t been up for attention, winding like a tentacle and looking for a hole to slip into. It twitches now, lying limp in the crease of one leg, but that’s it. For now, at least.

In a way he is surprised it hasn’t slipped into that welcoming, puffy cunt, looking for the comfort of that warm little hole.

Valentino’s eyes begin sliding closed again; he looks about ready to completely pass out, so Vox sends a short, poignant spark of electricity through his leg.

Valentino’s whole body jerks, muscles spasming and his eyes opening wide in a heartbeat.

He’s not saying anything, though. He is beyond speaking. From Vox’ experience, they can be lucky if he just keeps on breathing right now and doesn’t forget to do that, too, in that dumb little moth brain of his.

“Oh, Val… you useless little pussy,” he says with the cadence of a lover crooning a pet name at their darling. He starts to crawl over him. “Though… I suppose your pussy is the most useful thing on you, isn’t it?”

He dims his screen a little, pulling Valentino’s attention. As he thought, he’s staring at him, absolutely mesmerized. That reaction is bigger than when Vox slides into him without fanfare. For now, at least.

Vox fucks him fully clothed. He does not have the time for anything else. He’s just had a peek into Valentino’s room during a break, saw his state and knew that he could get away with a quick, dirty fuck before he had to go to yet another meeting.

Valentino might not fully appreciate it now… but he will later.

Right now, he is just confused and overwhelmed and his body is probably giving him all kinds of weird signals as Vox’ dick slides nice and deep into that delightful little cunt of his. No matter how many drugs Val pumps into his system – his ripe little peach is always up and eager to be used, wrapping around Vox like wet silk and suckling him in nice and deep.

It wants to eat him whole and never let him go. That’s Valentino all over.

Vox grins crookedly. His hips snap a little faster, if only to watch Valentino’s tits bounce and his pretty, bald head loll to the side. He’s still chirping, all confused and maybe a little afraid, but his body instinctively knows that it loves what is happening. There’s a sloppy smile on his face, saliva dripping from the corner. All disjointed signals, this one.

He’s so wet everywhere; it’s not just his mouth that is leaking, his pussy is too. Vox can hear it squelching around his cock as he drives in deep and deeper, trying to find a cervix that doesn’t exist to pump his hot load into.

Val’s poison doesn’t work on Vox like it does on other demons, but with his cock drenched in it like this, it does have a certain… effect on his systems. He can feel a few stray sparks of electricity jerking through him and sparking down his spinal cord. It makes his hips jump awkwardly, ramming sloppy and out of rhythm into the plump little pussy.

Valentino chirps again. All four arms are awkwardly moving about like they are looking for the person fucking him. One of them finds Vox’ arm as if on accident and holds on weak as a kitten. He might want to defend himself on some level… but there is no chance for him to actually do so.

This is how Vox likes him best: helpless and sloppy; a drooling, submissive mess, looking upset at his own body’s betrayal. At his bottomless, mindless lust that keeps pushing Val on and on and on. He can’t escape it.

His red, guileless eyes are staring straight at Vox’ screen again without any sign that he actually has any idea what is going on.

His cock is, at least. It woke up from its stupor and Vox can feel it writhing carefully against his abdomen; leaving behind a snake trail of his poisonous pre-cum. It is so curious; moving down, looking for its favorite place and finding it occupied by cock already.

Many demons might be freaked out by it, but Vox doesn’t mind having Valentino’s freakish cock tickle his dick as it tries to find a way into that sweet little hole.

He briefly consults his internal clock. He still has a while left before his meeting – so he forces himself to slow down. Enjoy that delicious, squishy pussy wrapped around his dick. Really savor it while Valentino whimpers like a bitch and almost chokes on his own, long tongue.

Vox doesn’t help him. He lets him suffocate while he pats himself down. By the time he finds the sharpie he always has on his person, and unplugs the cap with a flourish, Valentino has managed to turn his head to the side again and spit his tongue out. It is uselessly flopping against the bedding, producing an even bigger pool of his pink-ish drool.

“Fuck, you’re so damn hot,” Vox mutters, the point of the sharpie poised just above the inside of Valentino’s right thigh. He comes to a halt, buried nice and deep inside the clutching insides of the other demon, watching him briefly surface just enough to gurgle out a confused sounding PaaAapi? before slumping back down again.

Vox’ face glitches. He slowly drags the claws of his free hand down Valentino’s belly, leaving behind thin scratches that start sluggishly bleeding after a moment.

“Papi’s right here, babygirl,” he croons, then starts humming under his breath as he begins writing, occasionally thrusting and dragging out his own pleasure as he goes.

Valentino is a tall bitch… there’s a lot of space to write on.

#cyberratting writes stuff #Vox/Valentino #staticmoth #drug use tw #electrostim #body writing #dub con

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creation-help · 1 year

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[trigger warning for passing mentions of murder... does that count as heavy content?]

could you review the design of my ace attorney ocs?

valerie n. toine used to be a rather successful defense attorney (look on the left with the sweater vest), but after losing a case while trying to defend her fiance who goes on to die in prison, she grows cold and bitter. she becomes a prosecutor (look on the right) and plots her revenge against the man who she deems responsible, which of course in the ace attorney universe means trying to murder someone and falsifying evidence while prosecuting the case. i really wanted her to look sort of romantic and lovecore-y overall, as love is a pretty big part of her story, but obviously she has to look well-put-together and somewhat imposing as well. and i wanted her younger self to look, well, younger and more sweet/care-free.

the second one is a bit of a self insert (and doesnt have a proper reference yet), his name is jack tryles, hes a law student who acts as phoenix wrights co-counsel for a while and who val ends up stabbing in an alleyway lol. he survives though, dont worry. being a self insert his design is kind of whatever i think looks cool than anything too based on his character/story, so id appreciate critique on more of a purely visual standpoint for him.

[Again mentioning that I'm not able to comment on anything regarding the Canon text here, as I'm not familiar with the ace attorney games beyond a pretty surface level]

Valerie N. Toine:

Lemme just say I'm very much enjoying the outfit design here, having her be lovecore aesthetically while her main conflict focuses on, ykno, love, is very cool! The fact that she has an engagement(?)/wedding ring in the Before version, while in the After version it's some other nondescript ring? Mwah. Also I just wanna say, the heart shaped buttons on the jacket, in the After version, wonderful detail. Though this all did make me wonder, what if the After version was more themed around like, heartbreak and grim lovecore instead of the positive kind? Not a criticism by any means, just my suggestion for if you wanted to make the change more dramatic (maybe like adding more black, deep red and wine colors, stuff like that). Depends on if you want a more artistic or realistic impression I think! However the After outfit (hair included!) is very good as is :] also I love how, in the small headshot, her hair is in a heart shaped bun.. Mwah. Again.

In my opinion the design has a good balance with not being too simple and not too complex, and despite what I said about the color scheme earlier I think you did great with darkening the colors on the After outfit, while still keeping energy from the first one. The lessening of white is a nice subtle touch, also, great color planning on your part for making the boots (2nd vers) the same color as her bell bottoms (1st vers)! Just a very cohesive well coordinated color scheme across both iterations. The glasses and the bow staying despite everything keeps a good bit of consistency.

I think you succeeded in having her look like someone to not be taken lightly (2nd vers. Obviously), she definitely looks very formal compared to the first version. More.. Angular, ykno? Mostly thanks to the clothes. I feel like maybe I'd also add something to her Person as well, to signify the change? Due to the art style ofc I can't know if you intended her younger self to look physically younger and springier (this is a reference drawing so I'm not judging that at all), but if not I highly encourage that!

Well put together - absolutely!

Imposing - hmm? I'm not saying she doesn't necessarily look imposing - she very well could depending on how she'd be portrayed visually but mostly, from comparing the two versions I moreso get a sense of "Professionalism vs. Chill and casual", and Mature vs. Carefree, ykno? The sharp shapes in her hair do well to further the more serious and imposing image but I feel like there could be a slight bit more, if you want her to look more intimidating. Unfortunately I'm not sure if I can quite put my finger on it. My overall opinion is that the design is Good, it works, it's cohesive, and I really can't reasonably come up with anything I'd seriously think should be changed. For a very subjective personal take, in my taste, I'd probably make it even more - dramatic, cartoony? Exaggerated?? But, that is all up to how you want to portray her. I personally like to get super into designing something unless I'm intending them to look plain or "normal" (human terms), however take this from someone who primarily does surreal or fantasy (and nonhuman) designs, haha. Really, I think this is great, skilled visual design and honestly I wouldn't say I'm extremely good at outfit design myself so, while adjustments or flavor details could be added - she totally doesn't need them! I honestly could've gone on more about the small details that change between the two versions but I'll just cap this off with saying Great work!

Jack Tryles (Can I just say that last name is so tasty in my mouth. Also is it a.. Pun? Like "trials"??)

Definitely a bit more visually busy, and although it could give off a more messy or chaotic impression I kinda like it. If we compare him to Valerie, she really does come off as very put together and composed. Not that he doesn't, though! Just by comparison.

The fullbody outfit has a fun combination of shapes that give it a good amount of visual variance. There is slight asymmetry with the positioning of the pins and other accessories but he still keeps a fairly professional image - just one that's lots more personalised and customised than Valerie.

I would say, maybe the jacket could also have pinstripes like the pants? I find it a small bit inconsistent with only one of them being pure black. It's not a huge deal to me though, and I'm moreso tilting my head at it than finding it a downside. Just makes it seem that the pants and jacket aren't a part of the same set, if you get me? Though that could also work to establish personality more, like many of the other personalized touches. I think for this design, he has just the right amount of accessories! Not too many not too little. I also love that the soles of the shoes are green! The color scheme is minimal, definitely more reserved, but imo it works for what it's trying to be - which is, I assume, a work outfit.

For me personally I think I might wanna break up the large areas of black, it's just on the cusp of being a bit too much of the same color next to each other but you can again take this as a personal comment. It's just what I think would make it more visually appealing, though I do like black! Maybe you could add a lighter tone of green somewhere?

Still, it works, it's interesting enough to look at, can't find much I'd complain about. Although I think the color planning on Valerie is a bit more engaging since there's more variety of different looking things (like with patterns for example) that still fit together. Still, no complaints as I said. I'm also not sure how much I'd feel appropriate commenting on him considering - self insert, which is meant to moreso reflect on you. I will say, they do look like they fit well into the same story so, good work all around in designing them both together :]

#Oc review #Character design #Character design review #Ask #I hope the commentary was fine!#I'm nervous if it's a bit. Saying alot but not much #Since non fantasy human designs tend to not be my area #By that I mean I've only recently gotten all into that #Maybe I'm just worrying alot since. (glances at my exhaustion lately) so ykno #Enjoy nonetheless!#I honestly couldn't think of that much to critique nor change suggestions on these! You did good!

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prince-rosalium · 10 months

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So, what is the Parf cast's favorite desserts?

this is gonna be long.

the age old question. i have never answered it here, but it is the question i get the most about my characters.

val- tiramisu. whenever i go to my favorite boba place, or to the bakery, they always have tiramisu, and my husband and i joke that val possesses my body at that moment. i, an entire adult, put on my best sopping wet dog face and let val's pitiful voice pass from my brain through my lips as i resist fingering up the bakery glass so the workers do not have to come clean up my pathetic fingerprints. "ough. tiramisu."

dash- lemon poundcake. it's the simple things. he's good at making it and good at eating it. he's good at many things. my daughter is very talented.

lupine- this guy is where we expect to get some like, super niche tea dessert from the wuyi mountains but we must remember. his new york italian boy swag makes him especially impartial to rainbow cookies, which i will include a picture of because i have heard people putside of ny don't know what these are???

layers of almond-flavored dense little cakes in the colors of the italian flag sandwiched together with raspberry jam and covered in chocolate ganache before being cut into little squares. eat them. find an italian bakery near you and eat them. but make sure the ganache is soft and the cookies are moist. the dry ones will be underwhelming and you will want to cry.

saturday- she likes marshmallows and very light cakes. like angel food cakes.

luci- white rabbit candy and any white rabbit desserts like the little white rabbit ice cream tubs?? yeah. but hes, in general, a pre-packaged junk food guy. guy can appreciate a good chocolate bar from the drugstore. some nice reeses cups.

tiff- cake pops. the pinker the better. she is miss starbucks unicorn cake pop.

oberon- he talks about rock candy in act 1 but he's also a big fan of dark chocolate. like, highest cacao count (bonus if it has cacao nibs) bitter, waxy dark chocolate.

donna- she likes a good italian rum cake

it was my grandmother's favorite and i am guilty of making my italian characters so italian. this whole sponge cake thing is soaked in rum syrup and topped with a little cherry. we would get these for my grandma from the italian bakery before she died and sometimes itd just be a plain sponge cake with whipped cream and a cherry and it would be SOPPING WET with rum.

toulouse- cream puffs. choux cream. give them to her give her one of those.... big ol tubs of frozen cream puffs. (do you guys get those or is that also just an italian thing...? the big plastic tubs of cream puffs?)

it's got a handle and everything. you can take this shit out like a picnic basket.

kenny- i had to ask his voice actor this one because i was actually stumped. kenny and his voice have a spiritual connection. sometimes he knows kenny better than i do. this is what he said

i think this is pretty accurate. i do think that he loves ice cream trucks, but he prefers chocolate to vanilla. still with cherry dip. eclairs are already kind of a household staple because of toulouse's love of frozen prepackaged cream filled desserts.

betty- fucking dirt cups

you drag her to a toddler's birthday party she'll clean you the fuck out of these

#ask me about the characters in my visual novel it makes me happy!#priro q&a

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surveillance-0011 · 11 months

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oh geez uh uh any w-3 headcannons????

Yes many tee hee.

Most of these r new/havent said before but I will repeat some for sake of not having to rummage thru tags. ANd the ones rotting in my drafts. Sorry for length i am. not normal about these fish

DJ (they/he?) is nicknamed Faith, and with the og japanese name this nickname would be Chu(ji)

Timpanist (he/it) is nicknamed Val, jpnese version would be Oo(shiki) or just Midori bc that's a bit more presentable name

The Cellist (they/she/he). Uh. I don't have a set nickname for them I usually just call them The Cellist/ cellisake I think they'd be okay with being referred to as that too. I've also called them Algin even tho that's technically not who they are... I've seen Blade as a nickname for them but something like Jr or Kid in reference to the whole "First Child" thing could work. Idk I'm indecisive ig they have a lot of nicknames

They are all ND

The Cellist and Faith started the band and Val joined soon after. Perhaps it makes more sense for it to be the other way around but I feel like with the Cellist being stubborn and more out there with their ideas that they'd initially forgo a more traditional instrument until they realized something was missing.

Val and Faith live together. The Cellist lives alone, maybe nextdoor w/ a lil pulley system between the two houses. Houses made during the Salmon Run are not really meant to be long term so this was meant to be a temporary arrangement to streamline their work but as you can see it's been some time.

Faith finds this nice, they were pretty much homeless and just couch surfing pre omega 3 and ended up moving in w/ one of them in their permanent ocean residences and they decided for the Salmon Run to keep a similar idea

Faith likes a lot of urban, cool culture. Streetwear, graffiti, hip hop and break-dancing... etc etc. They're also very tech savvy. Preferred genres r edm/techno, rap +rnb and punk...

Val enjoys an active lifestyle. Into travel, camping, fishing and more outdoorsy things, working hard, eating well, taking part in festivities and trying to give back to the community when he's not too caught up in his own stuff. Likes traditional salmonid music a lot but also pretty big on grunge and nu-metal

The Cellist likes reading and interacting with art that is like. "good enough" for him. Most of it is confusing or dreary. Likes coffee in the morning and maybe a small glass of scotch on a lonely evening. And being right. As for genres he'll go for whatever he thinks is groundbreaking in specific songs mostly regardless of genre.. but I feel he'd like rock. Probably post punk and more experimental stuff? Maybe folk and some classical music... idk idk!!! If anything it's mostly stuff like Trout Mask Replica...

The Cellist does however claim to not like pop music. This is usually not a lie but. She does actually like some of the Squid Sister's songs maybe even some stuff from OTH or C-Side. She would rather die than admit this.

I do feel like if any of them had to choose a favorite band of the ones we know DJ would choose Dedf1sh or Sashimori maybe C side.. Val would go for bottom feeders and Cellist would say uhh ink theory may be.. it’s good jazz music

Also uh Splatfest teams!

Faith: Scissors, Grub or Fun, Grass, Sweet, Milk Chocolate, Aliens, Gano- Power. and Vanilla!

Val: Rock, Gear, Fire, Spicy, Dark Chocolate, Nessie, Courage, Strawberry

Cellist: Paper, Grub, Water, Sour, White? or Dark. Bigfoot, Wisdom, Mint ChocoChip

They have all physically fought on multiple occasions. There's been at least one near breakup too

The Cellist's dorsal/hair fin is greying, their coloration is also a bit warmer than other salmonids

Val is not completely blind it its injured eye but its vision is fucked. It's also sensitive to light and sensation which is a major reason for the eye patch

They all respect each other as musicians and people and deep down they all care but they really do argue a lot. They're not really people who blend well together at all. DJ rebels against all that is mainstream and all they don't like and even stuff they're more neutral on for the hell of it. They kindof think they're cool for being a jackass but theyve also just become very callous bc they didnt have a choice when they were younger... and they kind of feel like they're still on the defense. Esp since the other two are more experienced and older and tend to treat him like a kid sometimes esp the cellist...

Val means well but he often struggles to take others into account. He's very goal oriented, a one-way track sort of guy who often acts more than a little clueless or even selfish. Not as petty or stubborn as the Cellist but he's got a lot of inertia. That and he's just... kind of shit at socializing in ways that don't piss other people off. Says a lot of accidentally insensitive stuff too. Comes off pretty intense to some as well!! And the Cellist. Well. Stubborn, emotionally repressed, physically and verbally clumsy... they are also a very sensitive person with a lot of emotional empathy where they kind of sponge up whatever vibe they feel, but they don't quite have the ability to act on what they think would make things right!

So yeah they fight a lot between these clashing personalities that bring out the worst in each other and other creative differences. The stress of the job adds to it!

Faith has an older sister. Val has two older brothers and many younger siblings. The Cellist is an only child which is uncommon in salmonid society

Faith is a Goldie, at least partially so. Val is a cohock from a family of steelheads and Big Shots and is extra durable bc of this. The Cellist is a Maws or meant to be one... he either did not complete training or retired due to his clumsiness...

All of them have healthy appetites esp Val and the Cellist

Val and the Cellist have both been in different bands before. Val was in a rock band that only lasted a summer when he was like 17-18 and then was part of a traditional salmonid music ensemble for a couple years before ω-3

As for the Cellist they’ve been through a couple different musical groups. They left most due to creative differences and not getting along with band mates.

This is the DJ’s first like. Band. Before this they just did solo gigs and posted stuff online

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatoon headcanons #ω-3 #w-3 #omega-3 #asks #splatbands #headcanons

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hjsshoes · 1 year

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Stray Kids as Mickey Ears I want them to wear 😊 (Hyung Line Edition)

Tbh this is mostly just for me bc I love disney and am a prisoner of the walt disney company. (And I love delusions of me taking skz to disney mwahaha) (also these are only ears from 2022 bc yeah it made it easy) (okay I’ll shut up now)

Okay anyways

Chan!

Stfu these are SO CUTEEEE 😭 I feel like he’d wear them idk. They aren’t to flashy and they’re pretty much black like Chan pls just put the headband on for me 🥺 He’d look so pretty with his little bow hehehe. Now I know this man is colorphobic most of the time i also think these pop century ones would really suit him!! Esp with the whole cd ear thing I think its perfect for him :)

Minho!

There were no cat ones 💔💔 so I improvised! I think these tomorrowland ones would just be so pretty on minho 🥺 they’re so sparkly and perfect for him. I think I could’ve picked one with more color so alternatively I chose this alice in wonderland one he might like! 😄

Changbin!

As we know binnie takes his food very very seriously so I think he’d love these ice cream ears 🥺 plus they would just look so adorable on him like stop i’d melt ba dum ching haha I’m hilarious. Anyways the second pair is pink for Val bc she needs more of Changbin in pink and I fully support that !!

Hyunjin!

I thought maybe there would be some cool artsy ones from festival of the arts but ig not?? So i picked these ones because I think they’re a nice balance of colorful and not to colorful. And because i think they’d look so stinkin cute on hyunjin especially if he has a darker hair color when we go. The second ones I picked just because I think they’re so elegant and pretty for our prince 🥺 idec that they’re holiday ears

Okay well bc of the stupid image limit that’s all for now! If anyone is reading this I hope you liked it and I hope maybe you like disney as much as I do :D if so message me!!! I have no disney friends 💔 Okay anyways bye bye

#stray kids #skz #bang chan #chan #lee know #lee minho #minho #seo changbin #changbin #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #hyung line #stray kids hyung line #disney #mickey ears #this is truely made just for me lmao

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eyesteeth · 2 months

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tsv x ns but my tunnel vision is the same as ever

carpenter

familar is a big ol gray newfoundland named loam

magic color is gray. this leads many people to believe she is magicless, especially because loam only talks when in trusted company and is therefore assumed to be Just A Dog

people within the parish know that she’s extremely magically skilled however and she has a reputation for being a beast in combat

knows Instantly that faulkner’s faking his magic but isn’t going to call him out on it for Reasons

faulkner

familiar is a fish named bubbles

magic color is blue

THAT’S A LIE!! he is actually magicless and the fish is Just A Fish. as mr robin has said time and time again fish cannot be familiars. faulkner has a blue contact lens over his brown eye to match the fish, but the coloration isn’t the same if you look close enough. this is my au i’m keeping my design headcanons for these guys

some fucking how he has managed to flail himself upward into his current position and is put in the care of the far more competent carpenter, at which point he instantly starts trying to scheme

the mission theyre on is trying to find a particularly powerful husk for Their Purposes. however eventually they come to the discovery that what they’re seeking is actually a way to make husks and not a husk itself. neither of them like this and it runs close to tsv canon in this regard.

honestly this is pretty close to canon tsv except:

color coded magic system. and i love magic systems

faulkner trying Really Hard not to husk out (in ns canon non-magicians turn into husks if they become extremely emotionally unstable in a time of high stress so most of season 3 would be him trying not to turn into a beastie)

familiar stuff. yeah your sister says she hates you but also the dog that’s part of her soul has come over to you and put its head in your lap. you hold it close and her posture relaxes across the room. you don’t need to say anything. you both know.

(for context, if faulkner did get his magic in, his familiar would be a ginger domestic shorthair cat, and therefore him husked out would have him as a catboy. a traumatized, murderous catboy)

most saints would be husks in this.

charity, some kind of hunting dog saint. pink. follows canon pretty closely there

i think it’d be very ironic if the radio man’s familiar was a sloth so let’s go with that. dark blue. it’s 1am i can’t remember his name i’m a fake fan :pensive:

val, crane. she’s a crane to me idk why. red.

anyway. the other main characters. this post was not done in order lol i’m doing most this shit off the dome

paige: dove familiar named olive. magic color’s either a nice light blue or green. her whole prophet thing could mean she husks out in this au and just chills at tier one because she has the money to afford the gems to stabilize while other people who go husk (cough faulkner cough) are not financially stable enough to. i’m going with that. i’m not joking when i say i’m doing most of this off the cuff lol

hayward: basset hound familiar named columbo. magic color is a deep brown. one of the less respected guard members who does his best. once corruption is revealed in the heart of the administration, he is grabbed by a dove husk (paige) he is sent to kill and runs close to canon that way

shrue: shrew familiar named cashew. cmon. magic color is an uneasy orange. an overworked member of the administration who rose the ranks with the intention of undoing harm, but is instead walked over and talked over and makes very little change

gage & mercer: it’s canon that twins will have the same kind of familiar, so they both have deer - but only one has antlers. they never make it clear which familiar belongs to who. i have no clue what their magic color would be but theyd be slightly different hues off each other. they hunt husks, but they seem to like it a little too much, and they like to wear the remains of their hunts.

that’s all lol

#carp n faulk au dungeon #tsv x ns #<- in case i come back to this

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This Week in BL - Thailand & Vietnam End with Bangs, Korea with a Whimper

Jan 2022 Wk 3

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Not Me (YouTube) Ep 5 - OffGun still crackle on screen together. The parkour jumping thing was, erm, silly. Gram’s info-dumping in this episode showed us exactly why Not Me has no product placement. Also, I want a twist to be that Black was in love with Gram and gave the card.

Love Area Part 2 (GaGa) Ep 1 - this is basically a continuation of the previous “season” - let’s be fair this is a 12 ep BL that they split into 6 & 6 for reasons of lockdown. Anyway the first half of this first ep is recap. Val & Toon are painfully endearingly awkward, but Toon cannot possibly be that dense about either seme’s intentions. King, Peat & Ice are more interesting to me, but their plot is dealing with domestic abuse and mental health issues which might be too much for me in a BL. There was a fun commentary on the Pink Milk = uke trope. New character Jun is VERY fascinating. So far, Jun is agender in both speech and appearance. Jun uses ha instead of krap/kha. So this show might be worth watching if only for Jun.

Something in My Room (Ch3Thailand, YouTube) Ep 1 - It’s cute, basically He’s Coming To Me meets So Much In Love and not really scary at all (which I like). Also, nice to see Nut in a new role so different from Solo. I’ll keep watching.

Gen Y 2 (grey) Ep 5 - It was totally nonsensical this ep. I spent most of the tome missing ForthBeam. Updated the live blog here.

Paint with Love (Gaga) Ep 9 - At least stuff happened? Except now the side dishes have gone wonky. GREAT KISS THO. Soem of the domestic bits were cute, I guess? Still, what is going on with thi show?

You’re My Sky (Viki) Ep 3 - I’m not into the main basketball couple at all. The puppy/nerd-tsundere are cute but he’s a bit too stalker aggressive, still kinda MarkKit vibes. Frankly the cheater couple have by far the best chemistry (bummer because I hate the storyline) but I do love a shy grump vs a flirty playful boy.

Bad Buddy (YouTube) Ep 12 fin - The bar has been raised, Thailand. This ending was unexpectedly satisfying if not typical romance-y. I give Bad Buddy a solid 9/10 mostly because of crazy good acting and all the queer affirmation and effort put in to specifically subvert damaging Thai BL tropes. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED I finished the live blog here and full review here.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Behind Cut (Korea - Viki) Ep 7 & 8 fin - honestly last week I thought this one was working itself to be something special, but then they did the old break ‘em up until a year later for no good reason K-drama (specialty of the house) and fubbed the landing. It’s fine, but no more than fine. Pretty much My Sweet Dear level so 8/10. RECOMMENDED, just don’t expect it to exceed the bounds of KBL’s narrow scope. The best bits were the dating scenes and it drifted from there. Full review here.

Color Rush 2 (Korea - Viki) Ep 1-2 - I like it. The new seme character, Se Hyun (played by Hyuk of VIXX) is a bit sinister while also reminding me a little of Sam Lin (always a good thing). Se Hyun is a very different personality from Yoo Han and I liked that they didn’t try to repeat the pattern. Frankly Hyuk is a better actor than Hwall (no offense to any B out there) and these two actors have better chemistry, even though we’ve been told this will be a bromance. Regardless, I want to find out what’s going on in this weird little universe so I’ll probubly stick with this show until the bitter end no matter what, and even knowing it’s likely to be ultimately unsatisfying.

Rainbow Prince (Pinoy musical - YouTube) Ep 2 - Remains stupid glorious. Started out with actual 1950s level Disney tinkle music. Creepy stalker ex-bf is creepy but the prince needs a job. Honestly it’s kinda acted like its a cartoon for children. I don’t know where I am with this show but I do not care.

The Next Door Crush (Vietnam - YouTube) Ep 4 - didn’t drop, again. I might be giving this series a dnf at this juncture. It wasn’t wowing me anyway.

You Are My Stupid Boy Ep 1-2 (Vietnam season 2 YouTube) - is a continuation of 2 existing couples Couple 1 (Troung & Khoa) from You Are My Sunshine and Couple 2 from Stupid Boys, Stupid Love (who I like better). SBSL couple brings with them a supportive female bestie who immediately goes up against the resident faen fatalle threatening YAMS couple. AKA the Anti-Faen Fatal... explosion immanent. I like it okay, but it’s a quar project (a bit talky and slow) and you probubly should watch the first two series first. Luckily they’re on YT under the same parent channel.

Mr Cinderella (Vietnam - YouTube) Ep 8 fin - these two are great flirts and good kissers. We got a fabulously (and quintessentially Vietnamese) domestic ending. Technically this should probubly still get a 7/10 when compared to, say, the Thai stuff, but it just that much better than previous Vietnamese BLs and I’m giving it an 8/10. RECOMMENDED.

In Case You Missed It

Thai BL short ZMaj sort just a min music video but with a little dialogue. 2 boys work at a cafe and a breakup drives them together. That’s James (Beer in Oxygen) & Nat from upcoming Bed Friend & Middleman’s Love.

Gossip

The Thai redo of Love Stage!! looks a lot more like the original manga or anime. I’m excited about that a lot, actually, since I was very disappointed with the Japanese live action version. It looks like Thailand is brave enough to do the cross dressing element (could go horribly wrong but Turbo is gonna be SO pretty) and Kaownah actually looks like a great Ryo, less slapstick and more of a gentleman. This series will be long enough to deal with the BL side couple of the brother and the house manager too (younger seme, older uke, plus somewhat whipping boy). So yeah, you can tell, I’m excited. It’s a first for Thailand too, doing its own adaptation of something Japan has already tackled. Let’s see how Thai they can make it! You can watch the trailer here. I might be expecting to much from this one.

Next Week Looks Like This:

One Love (unknown) & Physical Therapy (GaGa) both start tomorrow (Sunday). Physical Therapy has been described as “bittersweet” so WATCH OUT. My Ride (unknown) is supposed to start Thurs. For Friday Enchante will be taking over Bad Buddy’s time slot (on GMMTV’s YouTube) and The Love of Winter (YouTube) also starts. Love Stage!! is supposed to start Saturday (Aisplay - no idea on international) and Restart(ed) on Sunday (unknown).

I’ve officially given up on Tell The World I Love You. I want to see it. But doubt I ever will. It’s been nearly a year and it’s still no where near out.

Upcoming 2022 BL master post here. It’s now static (Tumblr has locked me out of editing it). It’s a bug, please just realize I can no longer use it to keep you updated on new announcements. It’s static as of Jan 15, 2022.

This week’s best moments?

Still living for these two cuties.

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Heather- Jason Todd x Chubby Reader Pt.1

{Author's Note: _____ is a blank to put your name}

"Girl, just tell him!" Barbara whispered and nudged me towards my best friend, Jason Todd aka Robin, the boy wonder.

I had found out about him being Batman's sidekick when we were 13, shortly after he became Robin.

"Easy for you to say! Look at you! You're gorgeous! You're fit and thin and redheaded! Just look at me… I'm...not so fit... I'm chubby. I'm a plain bagel. I'm not ugly but I'm not exactly pretty either." I sighed and gestured to my chubby body.

" ______, I know what I'm telling you. Just tell him." She sighed. "Besides, you're gorgeous too! And very intelligent and mature for a fifteen-year-old!" Barbara smiled, holding up a banana like a wand.

"As if. What guy my age sees a girl and goes, 'What a lovely personality?' Get real Babs, no one wants a plain bagel." I shrugged.

"Welp, I gotta get going or I'll be late for work. But trust me, he won't turn you away." She turned away, obviously knowing something I didn't.

"Hey _____!" Jason spoke as he walked up to me from the curb of the grocery store, I had gone to buy some fruit my mom had told me to get.

"Hey Jay." I sighed with a slight blush on my cheeks.

"Are you okay? It's kinda cold today… Where's your jacket?" He asked, tilting his head to the side slightly.

"My jacket!" I gasped. "I forgot it at school!"

"School's closed now. They just locked the gate." He replied with a shrug.

"My mom's going to kill me. That's the only jacket I have!" My eyes watered, knowing my mother was going to be furious with me when I got home.

"Take mine then. I have others at home." He unzipped his hoodie.

"N-no. It's fine. I can get it Monday from school." I spoke softly while staring at the ground.

He draped his jacket over my shoulders. "I said, take it. Besides, it looks better on you than me. It goes well with your hair color. Here, let me hold your stuff so you can get it on." He smirked, knowing I wouldn't refuse if he spoke sternly with me. He took the bag from my hands and I looked at him. "Zip. It. Up." He frowned.

"Yes sir." I put my arms in the jacket and zipped it up. He was bigger and bulkier than I was, so the jacket fit me rather loosely and was down to my mid thighs but it was comfortable and warm. Much warmer than the jackets and sweaters I had before.

"Hm… keep it. I know your dad hasn't been working a lot lately. It gets pretty cold so you can keep that one. Bruce got me some others at home. Just don't tell anyone, got it? I only share with you because I've known you since we were kids. You took care of me so I'm taking care of you." He looked at me, handing back the bag of fruit. "Now, don't think I'm getting soft or being a gentleman. You're still carrying your stuff." He smirked.

I smiled and chuckled. "Thanks." I took the bag and walked down the street with him.

"Hi Jason!" An annoying voice called out from the ice cream shop.

"Hm? Oh, hey Heather." Jason turned around and seemed slightly irritated.

"Are you going to the pep rally tonight?" Heather asked with fluttering eyelashes. She was Jason's girlfriend.

Dark hair, slim figure, bright eyes, how could I compete with that?

"Uh, no." He replied flatly.

"Why not, I'm going to be performing!" She countered.

"I'm just not feeling it. I don't like pep rallies." He shrugged. "Not my thing."

"Okay then. Wanna get some ice cream?" She asked.

"Go ahead and go home ______, I'll catch up later." He looked apologetically at me and walked across the street.

I nodded and kept walking.

I watched as Heather smiled and hugged him.

It hurt.

He was dating her and she was so sweet. Everyone loved her so, I can see why he did too. She always had a smile on her face.

I kept walking, tears stinging my eyes. There's no way I could ever be like her. He liked her more and would run to her at the drop of a hat.

Arriving at home, I stepped inside. "Hey mom! I'm back!" I set the bag on the counter.

"Oh good! Make sure you do your homework!"

"Yes ma'am!" I sigh and go up to my room, closing the door.

Out of instinct, I called my friend, Valerie.

"A simple solution to your problem is to play spin the bottle or something." She teased.

"Why would he ever kiss me? I'm nowhere near as pretty as Heather!" I clutch the sleeves of the hoodie before taking it off and throwing it onto my bed.

"He gave her his sweater." My eyes watered as I told her what had happened at school that day.

"The black one or the fake polyester one?" Valerie asked.

"The black one."

"Oh dear. I'll be right over." She hung up.

"Is it wrong to wish she were dead?" I chuckled softly when Valerie came through my bedroom door.

"Yes. It's your jealousy and I'm gonna chop off your legs if you continue on this path, Anakin." Valerie smirked.

"Dude, I was kidding." I turn in my swivel chair.

"Yeah, it was a failed attempt at a joke. I'm sorry about Jason. If it makes you feel better, Bradley dumped me." She looked at the ground.

"Here's the plan, I drive the car and Jason shoves him into the road and we make it look like an accident." I spoke whilst drawing out the plan.

"Don't worry about it."

"Worry about what?" Jason walked in.

"Oh, you came!" Valerie smiled.

I looked at her, what a traitor.

"So, I heard you gave Heather your sweater!"

"This one?" He held up said object. "Eh, we broke up. She liked someone else and so did I." He sat on a beanbag chair.

"Wait what? But you really liked her and she's so nice!" I exclaim in shock.

"Relax ______, it was mutual." He chuckled. "There's actually something I came to talk to you about." He seemed nervous, his cheeks tinting red and so were the tips of his ears.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I'll go get water." Valerie got up, stretched and went downstairs.

"I don't know how to say this. This is difficult for me but… I'm sorry. I don't want to be your friend anymore." He sighed.

My eyes widened. "W-what?"

"Yeah. I'm...tired of it." He stood up.

"But Jason, you're my best friend!"

"I know. Hey, do you know what material this shirt is?" He checked his shirt.

"Jason, now's not the time-"

"Answer!"

"I don't know! Cotton, maybe?!" I was growing panicked and my eyes were stinging with tears.

"Wrong, it's boyfriend material. And so is that hoodie." He smirked.

I stood in silence.

"What?" He asked.

"Jason Peter Todd, are you...asking me to be your girlfriend????" I stood, mouth agape in shock.

He smirked and nodded. "Sure thing buttercup! I... love you." His face turned beet red.

"Why? I'm not pretty. I'm not slim or fit or anything-"

"Because you're smart, and cute, you're kind and brave. You're so cool too and geek out with me. We both nerd out over science stuff and books. What's not to love???" The look on his face was one of pure confusion, as if the answer was as clear as day.

"Jason, I love you too." I spoke in a hushed whispers as a few years fell from my eyes.

"Don't cry! Why are you crying???"

"I'm just happy! I've liked you for so long!"

"So have I but I'm not crying!"

"I didn't think you'd like me because I'm chubby!"

"What?! You think I'm that shallow? I'm offended!"

"Jay and ______ sitting in a tree~" Valerie teased from the doorway.

"Val!" We exclaimed in unison, Jay pulling me into a side hug.

"Fine! I'mma head out!" She grabbed her backpack and left.

A few days later, Jason was going to leave for a mission that I didn't want him to go on. I knew how dangerous it was for him to go alone.

"I'm leaving...for Bosnia. Bats needs my help." He looked at me sadly.

"Jay, please. Don't go. What if something happens?" I pleaded, clutching onto him tightly.

It was only a few days ago that he confessed to me and we were trying to figure out where to go with our relationship, which led to this argument.

"I'll come back. I promise." He kissed the top of my head. "Love ya." He smirked. His forest green eyes shone in the sunlight like an emerald.

He seemed so confident that he would be okay.

"Jason, no! I have a bad feeling you're not coming back!" I pleaded harshly, grabbing his wrist and asking him to stay.

"I'm just going to meet my birth mom, I'll be fine!" He assured me. "Here, hold onto my jacket for me." He took off his leather jacket and handed it to me.

I nodded with tears escaping the corners of my eyes. "I love you Jason…" I said as I watched him hop into the car and leave. Little did I know that would be the last time I ever saw him.

I kept that jacket with me at all times after that.

A few weeks went by without a word from Jason and the pit on my stomach only grew, the only thing keeping me sane was the scent of his cologne on his jacket that lingered still.

Finally, I mustered up the courage to go to Wayne Manor and ask if anyone's heard from Jason. It was then my heart shattered into pieces.

"Miss ______, I am so terribly sorry. I thought someone had already told you… Master Jason died last week." Alfred sat me down at the kitchen counter for tea.

My eyes widened and the porcelain teacup fell from my hand, shattering onto the tile floor. Tears flowed from my eyes like a cerulean waterfall. "No one told me!" I shouted, falling to my knees to clean up the mess with blurry eyes.

"Miss ______, I can get it." Alfred stopped me, only to realize I was bleeding from a deep cut from a glass shard on the top of my hand, a cut that would leave a scar for years to come.

"He can't be dead… he promised he would come back." I whispered, not even flinching from the cut.

"Here, allow me to tend to that." Alfred took out the first aid kit and cleaned the wound, giving it a few stitches.

"How…?" I asked, flinching from pain.

"... The Joker. Master Bruce didn't make it in time." He replied, the sorrow evident in his tone.

I nodded and thanked him for the help and the tea.

"Send a car to take her home." I heard Bruce from the doorway.

"Right away, Master Bruce." Alfred excused himself.

"His funeral is this Saturday if you'd like to come." Bruce turned away from me.

"I'll be there. Time?"

"Noon."

"See you then."

When the funeral finally took place, the reality of Jason's death set in. He wasn't coming back like he promised. I left a rose on his casket and bawled as I watched them lower the casket with my best friend and love of my life, into the dark, cold ground and with it, my heart.

"You promised." I whispered to myself, looking away from the scene. It was then I decided I wanted to be a nurse to help heal people.

Five years later, my dream of being a nurse was nearly achieved. I was two years away from graduating and I went to visit Jason every day on the way home from work. I still lived with my parents since I was a student at the local university, thanks to Bruce.

When I approached the door, that's when I saw it. A single rose on the bench outside the door along with a cryptic letter. 'Hang in there.' it said with a happy face at the end.

I was stumped but the notes and roses kept happening at least once a week and they soon came every day. At least, until the night that would change my life forever.

(Part Two)

(Masterlist)

#jason todd #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x reader #batfam #red hood #red hood x y/n #red hood x reader #batfam fanfic

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Aurora

My Truce gift for @thelegendaryloaf! I was so pumped when I was assigned you, and I absolutely LOVED working with your prompts! Happy holidays, and I hope 2021 treats you well!

Characters: Danny and Valerie Genre: Friendship Word Count: 3523 Summary: Up close, Valerie could see him more clearly. The stars and planets that speckled throughout his face, the tiny bits of multicolored light that sparkled in his eyes, the way his aura seemed to ebb and flow as if it were the aurora in the northern sky. It was as if Phantom was someone else entirely.

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“Ugh, where is that stupid ghost?” Valerie grumbled, gliding through the air on her hoverboard. She had been on her way home from Star’s house when her watch beeped to life, alerting her of an unwanted ghostly visitor. And, if the watch was correct, it was a rather powerful ghost too.

After all, very few ghosts could ping her from so far away.

But like the dutiful hunter she was, she suited up, trying to ignore the way her stomach knotted up with nerves. As much as she enjoyed sending ghosts back to the hell they came from, going up against a ghost of that much ectoplasmic power was sure to empty out her first aid kit.

She glanced down at her watch. She was getting close now. She should be able to hear screaming, see people fleeing in terror, but there was nothing to suggest a powerful ghost had breached the city.

Which meant that Phantom was likely the ghost responsible for cutting into Valerie’s precious sleep.

Valerie was going to kill him. Again.

Her radar was leading her towards the outskirts of the city, which was odd for Phantom. When he wasn’t baiting ghosts and causing destruction to Amity, Valerie could find him at the park or on top of some tall building.

But outside of the city? This wasn’t like him.

Maybe it wasn’t Phantom. Maybe it was some tall ghost hellbent on baiting ghost hunters far away from the populace, away from any emergency response, so they could be destroyed in peace. Maybe Valerie was walking straight to her own doom.

Oh well. It wouldn’t be the first time her career as a ghost hunter had gotten her into trouble.

“Ok, he’s definitely in there,” Valerie said, shifting between her radar and the large building in front of her.

She glanced down at her watch, then back up again. Was her watch leading her to...an observatory?

“Why the hell is he in there?”

Valerie flew low to the ground, making sure to keep out of sight of the open roof. She was almost certain that Phantom was inside the round building, but she just couldn’t figure out why.

It didn’t make sense. He was a ghost. He didn’t care about space. What did he have to gain from traveling this far to the edge of Amity just for a stupid observatory?

She could turn back here. Just go home, leave Phantom to do whatever weird thing he was doing on his night off. And why wouldn’t she—it was Saturday! She could be in bed instead of keeping Phantom out of trouble.

But it was her responsibility. Her duty to Amity. Sure, maybe Phantom wasn’t a purely evil ghost hellbent on Amity’s destruction, maybe he was just a cocky asshole with a hero Obsession, but someone had to keep him in check.

And that someone was about to send him back to the Ghost Zone.

“Alright, Phantom.” Valerie launched herself through the open roof and hovered above the room. “Very funny. Now, come on, it’s time to—”

“Valerie!” came a cheerful cry from below her. “You made it!”

“Phantom?” She looked down and nearly fell off her glider. Below her was Phantom, but he looked...different.

His aura had changed, and instead of a bright white glow it swirled with violets, teals, and blues. His freckles had turned into stars and planets which shimmered across his skin, and his eyes positively sparkled.

Valerie regarded him with disgust. “What the hell? Why do you look like the Milky Way threw up on you?”

Then he did something Valerie never expected a ghost to do in a million years: he giggled.

“I’m so glad you’re here! We have so much to talk about. Saturn and Jupiter are right next to each other, and through this telescope you can even see all of Saturn’s rings. The rings, Valerie! And oh my goddess, if you thought that was cool, wait till you see the Pleiades!” Phantom reached a hand out, and his swirling aura shot forward, wrapping itself around the telescope in front of him.

“Wait, don’t break it!” Valerie shouted, touching down on the floor. But, before she could so much as ready an ecto-gun, she stopped.

Because the telescope wasn’t breaking apart.

It was moving.

Valerie watched in a mix of horror and fascination as the telescope in front of Phantom adjusted itself, shifting around and settling into place. The aura dimmed, leaving behind a telescope that didn’t look any more ghostly than before Phantom’s interference.

“Okay, what the fuck is going on right now?”

Phantom’s beamed. “Look! Take a look!”

“Oh hell no. I’m not going anywhere near that possessed thing!”

He laughed, and for a moment his aura brightened. “Just trust me, Val!”

“Don’t call me that,” Valerie muttered, but nonetheless stepped towards the telescope. She gave one last suspicious glance Phantom’s way before she leaned forward and looked through the stupid metal thing.

Saturn stared back at her, its rings preening like a peacock against the vast emptiness around it. She had never seen Saturn before, not outside of Google Images anyhow. It looked exactly like all the pictures showed, and yet seeing it in person was...really cool.

“And wait!” Phantom’s childish voice bubbled from behind her. Cold swept over her and she flinched, her arm instinctively twitching for her gun, before she realized what was happening.

Phantom was wrapping his galaxy aura around the telescope and moving it again.

“Okay, look now!”

Valerie glanced quizzically back towards the ghost, searching for any signs of malevolence, but his innocent smile never wavered.

“Are you high or something?” she finally asked.

He giggled again. “Stop making jokes and look already!”

She rolled her eyes but relented once more. When she looked through the telescope this time, she was met with another tan colored planet. This one had brown stripes running through the sides, warping to show an unmistakable eye-like figure towards the middle of it.

“Is that...is that Jupiter?”

“Yeah!” Phantom clapped. “And if you look, there should be some of its moons in view too! Look around it, Val!”

“Don’t call me that,” she muttered without any real malice. Sure enough, a few tiny tan dots surrounded the planet. “How many moons does it have, anyway?”

“Seventy-nine!” Phantom said.

“Jesus, wonder what its tides are like.”

Phantom playfully nudged her. “Silly Val, it doesn’t have an ocean! I know you know that. But if you think that’s crazy, Saturn actually has more moons than Jupiter does! It has eighty two.”

She stepped away from the telescope, and once again Phantom’s aura took command, adjusting the lens to a new spot. Phantom immediately jumped to the telescope with a ferocity that Valerie had only seen him use in the heat of the moment when fighting other ghosts. Yet, she noticed the way he delicately touched the telescope, allowing his fingers to gently hold the metal shell as he peered into space with a fascination that seemed too ethereal to be real.

Phantom was destructive, he was a fighter, he was driven by his Obsession to fight and be a hero. He wasn’t...this.

“Seriously, what the hell happened to you?”

“What do you mean?” Phantom asked in a singsong voice.

“I mean this,” Valerie emphasized, allowing her arms to sweep out around her. “All of this! What...Phantom, I know we’re not friends, but—”

“Of course we are!”

Valerie blinked. “Huh?”

“We’re friends, Val!” Phantom repeated, detaching from the telescope momentarily to hover next to Valerie.

She could feel his cold aura brushing against her arm, and she suppressed a shudder. “Are you messing with me?”

Phantom peered up at her, his glowing eyes seeming almost offended by her accusation.

Offended? Hurt? Phantom?

“Val, why would you say that? Of course we’re friends! We’re hanging out right now, right? That’s what friends do!”

Up close, Valerie could see him more clearly. The stars and planets that speckled throughout his face, the tiny bits of multicolored light that sparkled in his eyes, a shooting star that traveled across his cheek, the way his aura seemed to ebb and flow as if it were the aurora in the northern sky.

It was as if Phantom was someone else entirely. It was like another ghost had taken possession over him. Was controlling him from the inside out.

Valerie’s hand slowly moved down towards her belt, but it didn’t seem to matter. Phantom didn’t notice. In fact, he shot her a beaming smile and turned his attention back to the telescope, rambling about how astronomers believe that diamonds rain on Uranus and Neptune as if Valerie’s hand wasn’t slowly inching towards her gun.

“It’s just a hypothesis really,” Phantom said. “Scientists can’t really study inside the planets yet because they’re so far away. But I hope it’s true! It would be so cool! Imagine, you’re just an alien on these planets, and then suddenly you walk outside and there’s solid diamonds falling from the sky! They wouldn’t be that pretty probably because the diamonds wouldn’t be shaped nicely, also those planets aren’t habitable to any life so there’s no aliens, but it’s still cool to imagine! Oh, oh, but if you thought that was cool, there’s this other planet—not in our galaxy—that’s really really close to its sun so it’s super hot but guess what? Val, you’ll never guess! It’s solid ice! The gravity is so strong that it forced all the water on its planets into ice and—”

Valerie gripped the gun, raising it to eye level and clicking the safety off.

Phantom’s head snapped up. He looked to the gun, then to Valerie, and his aura faltered.

“Val?” Phantom said, the stars on his face dimming. “I...I don’t understand...why…?”

“You’re not Phantom.” Valerie’s voice was steady. “I don’t know who you are, but get out of him.”

“I don’t understand…” The colored flecks of light in Phantom’s eyes faded, leaving them back to their vibrant green. “I...just…I...” His aura fluctuated before turning back to its hauntingly white glow.

“...Valerie?” Phantom 's voice was cautious. He took stock of the gun once more before a hint of realization bled through his expression. He slowly raised his hands. “Wait! I know what this looks like, but I swear I wasn’t doing anything. Don’t—”

“Phantom! There’s a ghost inside you. It was possessing you! I need to take it out. I need to—”

“Wait, Val, stop! You don’t know what you’re doing!”

“I think it’s trying to lead us to a trap. This will only sting for a moment!”

“No! You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Phantom glanced wildy around the room, his eyes locking onto the telescope once more.

Then, his aura flared, the aurora fought to return, his freckles sparkled like stars once more. A hint of childlike wonder hit his features and for a moment, he seemed lost in the fascination of the observatory.

It was the perfect opportunity to shoot.

But Valerie’s hands were shaking. They were unsteady, just like they were when she first started using the equipment. And in that split second of uncertainty, that moment of hesitation, Phantom gripped his hair and pulled himself out of his stupor.

“No!” he groaned. “Not now!”

“What the hell is going on?” Valerie shouted.

“Don’t shoot! Just—ugh, gimmie a sec…” He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. “I just godda...I just need a second.”

To Valerie’s surprise, she waited. Maybe it was the growing respect she’d begun to feel for Phantom over the past year, maybe it was her fading hatred as she learned more about ghosts, maybe it wasn’t anything deep and it was just that Valerie was confused. In any case, she followed his pleas and watched as he pulled himself together, drawing his shimmering aura inward and allowing the familiar homogenous white aura to wash over him.

He gave a final sigh of relief. “Okay. Okay, I’m good now. You can lower the gun.”

“Tell me first.” Her voice allowed for no arguments. “Tell me what the hell just happened, and then maybe I’ll think about it.”

“It’s complicated.”

Valerie noticed how he seemed to be making a visible effort to ignore all the astronomy equipment around them. His eyes were trained to her and her only.

“Then enlighten me.”

“I…” He hesitated.

“I’m giving you five seconds before I blast you unconscious.”

He blinked, and then his expression shifted into the cocky, shit-eating grin Phantom that Valerie had come to know over these months, “As if you could hit me.”

“Don’t change the subject, Phantom. I’m serious.”

He sobered. “Right. Sorry. I...listen, it’s personal, okay? I’m telling you because I trust you, but you can’t tell anyone. If any of my enemies find out…”

“Tell me.”

“Okay.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “What do you know of...of Obsessions?”

“Every ghost has one. It’s what controls their core, what gives them power. All ghosts are driven by their Obsession and if they manage to fulfill it or they’re somehow blocked from feeding into their Obsession for too long, they’ll cease to exist. Why? What does this have to do with anything?”

“I…” His face screwed up before he gave out a frustrated huff. “Oh, what the hell! I have two Obsessions.”

Valerie faltered, her gun lowering ever so slightly.

She didn’t know what she expected, but this?

“You what?”

Was this even possible? Better yet, how was it possible? Every ghost had an Obsession, but every ghost had one Obsession. It was impossible for a ghost to have two. It would be torment for the ghost, the two Obsessions constantly battling inside their core for dominance.

It would tear him apart from the inside out, wouldn’t it?

But Valerie watched as Phantom’s eyes strayed beside them to a small white telescope sitting off to the side of the room, and Valerie watched as his aura seemed to fluctuate again as the other side of him fought for control.

Once again, Phantom screwed his eyes shut and fought the aura down, allowing his natural white glow to pulsate over his form brighter than before.

“Can we take this outside?” he asked, his voice tight. “This room is...distracting.”

Valerie allowed her arm to drop, her gun hanging loosely at her side. “Sure.”

“Ok, I need to...I need to slip back into it to close the observatory walls. I can’t access those powers in this form. I’m not dangerous in that state, so please don’t shoot me.”

She nodded, momentarily forgetting that he couldn’t see her with his eyes shut. But he seemed to hear the unspoken words regardless. The blues, greens, and purples of his aura swirled around him, overtaking his aura in a brilliant display of light. The stars and planets returned to his face, and when he finally opened his eyes, it was as if Valerie could see the entire Milky Way within his corneas.

He raised his arms, his face relaxed, and allowed his aura to seep out to the walls. The room glowed, and Valerie watched with an open mouth as the incandescent colors of the northern lights guided the observatory walls closed. They cascaded through the walls before finally dimming, leaving Phantom as the only remaining source of light.

“Okay,” he said, the childlike bubble to his voice echoing around the room. “Let’s go!”

Before she could blink, Phantom grabbed her arm and spread his aura out around her. She let out a yelp of protest before she could feel a familiar chill overtake her skin.

Phantom was...he was turning her intangible.

“Ready?” He asked. His eyes seemed to glow brighter in the dark.

Valerie looked up at him, breathless.

He grinned and pulled her forward, shooting them both through the walls. They flew up for a moment before shooting back down towards a cluster of trees.

Valerie had flown on her hoverboard many times, but this was incredible. It was as if gravity didn’t exist. Her body was weightless, flowing across the air with a precision that she’d never felt before.

But as soon as it started, it stopped. The duo landed on the ground, and Phantom broke contact with her. Warmth immediately filled her veins. She glanced back towards the observatory, but the trees blocked her view.

That was probably intentional, if Phantom’s earlier display of cognitive dissonance had anything to do with it.

Valerie waited once more, watching as Phantom’s aura seemed to waver, before settling back into white. When it seemed like he was more or less back to normal, she finally spoke. “Okay, explain. What do you mean you have two Obsessions? How is that possible?”

“I don’t know.” Phantom’s gaze was downcast. “I mean, my, uh...death was rather, um, complicated. I think.”

She raised an eyebrow.

Ghosts never talked about their death. According to Maddie Fenton, it was a taboo. Bringing the topic up would only result in angering the ghost.

So for Phantom to bring his own death up like this…

This was uncharted waters for any human.

This was serious.

Phantom pinched the bridge of his nose. “I can’t explain it, but it didn’t go right. I don’t—I can’t…” He huffed, his eyes turning up to her with an almost desperate look. “You must have noticed that I’m just different, right?”

Valerie nodded slowly. “I have, but you’re still just a ghost.”

Phantom’s eyes widened before turning back to the ground. “Right. I...no, you’re right. I’m just a ghost. But I…”

Valerie watched as his eyebrows pinched, his mouth thinning as something inside of him fought to surface. She wanted to speak, wanted to ask what did he mean when he said he was different, but she didn’t.

She couldn’t.

She didn’t know what to say.

When he finally spoke again, his voice was quiet. “When I died, it went wrong. And my core couldn’t decide on what it wanted to be, so something inside of it fractured. One part of it focused on the people in the room with me, the people that I was worried about. I wanted to make sure they were safe. My friends. I wanted to protect them.”

Valerie held her breath.

According to studies, most ghosts didn’t remember their prior life, or the people in it. Memory loss was just a part of the process of transforming from human to ghost.

And yet…

Phantom clearly did.

“The other part of my core went to the thing I was doing just moments before. I was...I wanted to explore. I always loved space and astronomy. I wanted to work for NASA and see other worlds and...other dimensions. I know it sounds crazy, but it was just who I was. Who I still am.”

He looked up at her, and Valerie saw remnants of stars speckle in his eyes. “So my core settled on two modes. And depending on where I am or what I’m doing, it switches between them. My powers shift too. When I’m normal, I can project ectoblasts and control ice. But when I go into my space mode, I can’t do any of that. But I can control astronomy equipment, as you saw, and I can locate any star or planet in the sky.”

“So that’s how you knew where to move the telescope?”

“Yeah.” He held out his hand, and a little ice Saturn formed in his palm. “I don’t know how I know where things are, but I just know. But it only happens when I let that part of my core take control of my body.”

“I see.” Valerie breathed out. “I get it. I get why you don’t want anyone to know. That’s kind of terrifying, knowing that you have a half of you that’s so defenseless.”

“Right…” Phantom set the planet down on the grass. “If word got out...if the government found out…”

Realization hit Valerie like a truck. “They could set up a trap, couldn’t they? Lure you into a place like this and take you out. It would be too easy.”

“Exactly,” Phantom said bitterly. “You can’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t. I swear.”

Phantom nodded, relief evident on his features. “Thank you, Valerie.”

Before she could stop herself, she stepped forward. And then again, approaching him slowly as if she were afraid he would disappear.

But he didn’t move. He didn’t flinch.

He trusted her. Even after everything, he trusted her with one of his most vulnerable secrets.

She closed the gap between them, resting a hand on his shoulder and looking him square in the face. “I mean it, Phantom. I won’t tell anyone. Well, so long as you promise me one thing.”

“What is it?”

“Bring me back here sometime, alright?” She shot him a grin. “This place is pretty cool, and if I have some sort of space wizard with me, I bet we could find a lot of sweet stuff, yeah?”

His aura brightened, and the smile was evident on his face. “Sure thing, Val!”

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Thanks for reading!

#danny phantom #holiday truce 2020 #xmas truce 2020 #fanfiction #valerie #my writing #phiccs #aurora

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sherlokiness · 3 years

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Flowers, blue eyes, and death

"No," Ned said with sadness in his voice. "Now it ends." As they came together in a rush of steel and shadow, he could hear Lyanna screaming. "Eddard!" she called. A storm of rose petals blew across a blood-streaked sky, as blue as the eyes of death.

This is a weird one. Why would Ned associate blue roses with blue eyes? Death has no eyes nor are the blue. Or are they?👀👀

"Othor," announced Ser Jaremy Rykker, "beyond a doubt. And this one was Jafer Flowers." He turned the corpse over with his foot, and the dead white face stared up at the overcast sky with blue, blue eyes.

Here we have Flowers who had blue eyes upon death. Flowers✔️ Blue eyes✔️ Death✔️ If Waymar with his grey eyes(later- one blue) is a stand in for Jon, I say Jafer with blue eyes could be a stand in for Lyanna.

Blue eyes of death is a very odd way to describe the color of those roses, wouldn't you agree? That's just not something you say in any normal convo. Granted, this scene was actually from a dream. Later, those blue roses will be described like they were meant to with "blue as frost" and the like. But if we look at this death which has blue eyes closely, we can still see some clues concerning Othor/Other and Flowers.

His hands were black like Jafer's. Blossoms of hard cracked blood decorated the mortal wounds that covered him like a rash, breast and groin and throat. Yet his eyes were still open. They stared up at the sky, blue as sapphires.

This is a more natural association. Othor had blue eyes like sapphires which means so does Flowers. Eyes are blue. Sapphires are blue. Blue eyes= blue sapphires. No problem with this.

So Jafer, a dead Flowers, has blue eyes.

Sansa, a dead flower (Jonquil/Roadside Rose), has blue eyes.

I think that Lyanna, a dead flower(Winter Rose via Bael), has blue eyes.

Jon, a dead flower(Blue Rose via Lyanna), will have blue eye/s.

"Do you require guarding?" Marillion said lightly. "I am composing a new song, you should know. A song so sweet and sad it will melt even your frozen heart. 'The Roadside Rose,' I mean to call it. About a baseborn girl so beautiful she bewitched every man who laid eyes upon her."

Sansa is referred to as a rose albeit roadside because Marillion thinks she's just a bastard but she's not.

I am a Stark of Winterfell, she longed to tell him.

She's a Stark. She's more precious than that- a winter rose?

"She was," Eddard Stark agreed, "beautiful, and willful, and dead before her time."

It was as if she had become a ghost , dead before her time.

That phrase has only been used twice in the series and in the first book to boot. Arya may look like Lyanna but GRRM also tied her with Sansa in text and it has to do with death. We would then have two women referred to as roses and are both dead. Dead! Dead! Dead! 😭😭😭 Sansa will not die so how will she end up “dead” like Lyanna? Marrying a Targ and giving birth to a little prince!

The only eye color associated with Lyanna is the "blue eyes of death" so if we read it with the clues above, GRRM may have already given away Lyanna's eye color. Sansa, Jafer, and Lyanna(all dead flowers) have blue eyes.

Not my mother, Jon thought stubbornly. He knew nothing of his mother; Eddard Stark would not talk of her. Yet he dreamed of her at times, so often that he could almost see her face. In his dreams, she was beautiful, and highborn, and her eyes were kind.

Notice how there is no eye color mentioned.

"More's the pity. And yet there was that one time … what was her name, that common girl of yours? Becca? No, she was one of mine, gods love her, black hair and these sweet big eyes, you could drown in them. Yours was … Aleena? No. You told me once. Was it Merryl? You know the one I mean, your bastard's mother?"

They are lowkey talking about Jon's mother and again, there is no hint of eye color but there is mention of "sweet" eyes.

"But he does not know you," Dontos insisted, "and he will not love you. Jonquil, Jonquil, open your sweet eyes, these Tyrells care nothing for you. It's your claim they mean to wed."

And the only other woman described as having sweet eyes is Sansa/Jonquil which goes back to the theme of flowers having blue eyes. If you look here, I explained more about the eyes and they involve 5 people who said they'd drown/drowned/almost drowned- Jon, Tyrion, Sansa, Cersei, and Robert.

When she had been presented to him, Cersei had almost drowned in the depths of his sad purple eyes.

Sweet and sad. That's how the love songs are described in the books.

Cersei plucked a string and smiled at the sound. "Sweet and sad as love. Tell me, Wat . . . the first time you took Margaery to bed, was that before she wed my son, or after?"

Sweet and sad as love?👀👀

Lately, though, he was noticing some other things. When she grinned, the crooked teeth didn't seem to matter. And maybe her eyes were too far apart, but they were a pretty blue-grey color, and lively as any eyes he knew. Sometimes she sang in a low

So Ygritte has blue-grey eyes and they are "pretty." Eddard and Brandon have grey eyes. Benjen has blue-grey eyes. Why not just make Benjen have strictly grey eyes? The only one unaccounted for in the books for the 2 gens of Starks is Lyanna. Me thinks it's sus...

The boy absorbed that all in silence. He had the Stark face if not the name: long, solemn, guarded, a face that gave nothing away. Whoever his mother had been, she had left little of herself in her son. "What are you reading about?" he asked.

Ironic if his mother actually left most of herself in him. Except the eyes. Cause her eyes were blue. I hope we get confirmation for this on the next two books where Lyanna's eye color will finally be explicitly mentioned. We'll get a tie in how Rhaegar gave her the blue roses- for the blue of her eyes.

They look as though they belong together. Val was clad all in white; white woolen breeches tucked into high boots of bleached white leather, white bearskin cloak pinned at the shoulder with a carved weirwood face, white tunic with bone fastenings. Her breath was white as well … but her eyes were blue, her long braid the color of dark honey, her cheeks flushed red from the cold. It had been a long while since Jon Snow had seen a sight so lovely.

And then we have Val who was mentioned to have only grey eyes turning blue, not blue-grey, just blue, when Jon thought she belonged with Ghost. Her hair also turned a darker shade. It could be another Renley situation(green to blue) or this is deliberate. I prefer the latter because the color is preceded by an ellipsis!!!!I said that the eye color is very significant because that's the whole point of the passage. GRRM goes to great lengths to describe Val being clad in all white just so he could finally contrast it to what's not white- her blue eyes.

But what about Jon? Another flower? How will he have blue eyes? Well, he will be “blind” and see through cat’s/Cat’s eyes like Arya. I am very convinced of this because of the passage below.

"There is no woman more lovely than Your Grace. Only a blind man could believe otherwise, and Daario Naharis was not blind."

Like Daario isn’t but Jon is exactly that blind man. Errr... he will be. What I forgot to mention about the Timett/Jon One Eye connection from link above is the importance of White Knife. It’s a real place in Westeros ruled by someone named King Jon Stark. So it’s a nice little nugget.

#jonsa #ice and fire boy and nothing so sweet

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Champagne Problems

TITLE: Champagne Problems PAIRING: Frankie/OC RATING: T CHAPTER: One-shot SUMMARY: Frankie hasn't had the best track record when it comes to relationships.

[A/N - Inspired by “Champagne Problems” by Taylor Swift. I've had this idea written down for a couple months now, but it's been bothering me all day.]

“I’m gonna head to the little boy’s room before we go,” Frankie said, kissing Jade on the cheek before sliding out of the booth.

Jade watched as he expertly navigated the bar.

“You and Fish seem to be getting along pretty well,” Santi said.

Tonight Jade was supposed to meet all the guys, but Benny had a fight and Will was there supporting him, so it just left Frankie, Jade, and Santi. Jade didn’t mind it since she was more familiar with Santi.

“Yeah, Frankie is amazing. It’s a wonder no one’s snatched him up yet.”

Santi smiled. “I can practically see the hearts in your eyes.”

Jade blushed. “It’s just…he’s so perfect. How is he not married?”

Santi sighed. “It’s not like he hasn’t tried. Don’t get me wrong, we all love Millie, but he doesn’t have the best track record when it comes to relationships.”

Jade adored Frankie’s daughter, but things always seemed tense between him and Valencia, her mother.

“Before Val, there was another girl. Lily.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Frankie checked himself over once again before he left the apartment, making sure his uniform looked perfect.

Tonight was the annual Military Ball.

The velvet box in his pocket felt more like lead. His mother had given it to him the last time he saw her.

He drove over to Lily’s apartment and she was waiting on the front step for him.

She looked beautiful in her white dress, perfectly offsetting the dark color of his uniform.

For a moment, Frankie imagined her in a long wedding dress with a lace veil and a bouquet of roses, her favorite flowers. He got out of his Chevy and opened the passenger door, helping her up into the truck. “You look radiant,” he told her.

Lily blushed. “You clean up pretty nice too, Morales.”

They arrived at the venue and went inside, immediately grabbing a champagne flute. After dinner and the necessary speeches, the really party started.

Frankie and Lily danced for a few songs until a slow one started. Here was his chance. Instead of the flowery speech he had planned, Frankie blurted out, “Marry me.”

Lily froze. “What?”

“Will you marry me, Lily?”

“Frankie…I…I’m sorry.” She pulled away from him and left him standing there on the dancefloor.

That night, Frankie packed a bag and booked a ticket to Texas to stay with Santi for a few weeks before they deployed again.

Frankie felt humiliated as he called his mother and sister to tell them Lily had said no.

“She’s fucked in the head is what she is,” his sister said. “

Well that’s a disappointment,” his mother said, “She would have made such a lovely bride.”

After the failed relationship with his daughter’s mother, Frankie was beginning to think that maybe marriage wasn’t for him.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Frankie and Jade said goodbye to Santi.

What Santi told her made Jade think. She looked over at Frankie, admiring his profile. She wasn’t even thinking when she said, “I wanna marry you Frankie.”

Frankie slammed his foot on the break. “What did you just say?”

“I know we haven’t known each other very long, but I know you’re the one for me Francisco Morales.”

Frankie pulled the truck over and put it in park. “Santi told you, didn’t he?”

“Yes, but Frankie…”

“He shouldn’t have said anything!”

“He cares about you, Frankie. He just wants you to be happy. You never even told me you had a fiancé.”

“Because it happened years ago! And she was never my fiancé. She said no.”

Jade put a hand on Frankie’s cheek and turned his head towards her. “Any woman would be lucky to have a man like you. You don’t deserve everything that’s happened to you. People say that when you know, you know. Well I know I’m right about you Frankie.”

Frankie pulled away from her.

Jade’s heart broke just a little until she realized he was reaching across her to open the glovebox.

He pulled out a small velvet box and handed it to her. Jade opened it.

“It was my mother’s ring. She told me “Hijo, give it to a woman you’re crazy about. The one you couldn’t possibly see yourself living without.” Well I’m crazy about you, Jade, but I didn’t want to get hurt like the last time.”

Jade pulled the ring out and slid it onto her finger. She leaned over and kissed Frankie. “Yes.”

Frankie laughed. “I didn’t even ask you.”

“You don’t have to. Yes, I’ll marry you Francisco Morales.”

“Alright then.” Frankie restarted the truck. “Where’s the nearest liquor store?”

“Why?”

“Because, we have some celebrating to do, Mrs. Morales.”

Taglist: @pedrostories

#frankie catfish morales #frankie/oc #frankie catfish morales imagine #frankie morales imagines #triple frontier #triple frontier imagines #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine

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August part 1 - 1, 2, 6, 7, 11, 13

August!

1. Who makes up your family? How close are you to them?

August grins, bouncing on his toes. “Okay, so there’s my mom and my stepdad, but he’s basically my real dad. I mean, he’s my only dad. My older sister, Dahlia - she’s completely amazing. And then there’s the twins, Zack and Lydia, and they’re technically my half-siblings but that doesn’t matter like, at all. They’re family. And then there’s all the cousins and aunts and uncles, but you don’t need to hear about all them, it’d take forever.”

2. Who is your best friend? Tell us about them!

“Hmmm.” August considers for a moment. “My best friend from college is definitely Kory. They were on the track team with me and man did we have fun.” He smiles at the memory. “From high school though, Garret. I’ve known him for ages. He’s uh, pretty much kept me from accidentally maiming myself since like, pre-K. Here, in the city…” August trails off. “Probably Val? I guess? I don’t know her that well…but she’s the only one that’s very nice to me.”

6. What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do?

“Definitely all this superhero training,” August admits with an uneasy smile. “It’s not, um, quite what I expected.”

7. Who do you look up to?

He laughs. “Only ever superhero who ever lived.” He shakes his head. “I even know all the obscure ones - remember the plant guy from a few years ago, who never had an official name or reputation? He was all over YouTube, using vines to like, save people from collapsing buildings and stuff? That guy rocked.”

11. What is your favorite type of media (TV, movie, books, etc)? Name some specific favorites (which shows, movies, books, etc do you like)!

“TV!” August almost sings it. “Movies are too long. I read too slow for books. I especially, especially like animated movies because all the colors and stuff are so so cool. And...I like the Fast and Furious franchise, even though those movies kind of objectively suck.”

13. You’re given an unlimited budget to build anything you want! What do you build and where do you build it?

Eyes lighting up, August nods eagerly. “A sickass treehouse! One of those crazy cool ones that are like, really elaborate, and people live totally live in them. God, that would be dope.”

#august the blur #super asks #ask games

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almond: 🌱, 🎍 nick val: 💐, 🌹 nihil: 🐚, 🌎 mozus, even: 🎋, 🌲

DAMMIT SO MANY OF THEM

ALMOND

🌱: If your FO has a canonical voice, what’s your favorite thing about it? If not (and they’re able to speak), how do you imagine them to sound?

Technically he does? And it's a pretty solid voice! But I always think of Nick Valentine's voice when I look at him, so that's nice too. I like how deep it is--it sounds the way you would expect a noir detective's voice to sound.

🎍: Are either of you prone to overworking yourselves? If so, how do you work through it as a pair?

OHO, this motherfucker is always overworking himself. He hasn't had a decent lunch in years because there's always a disturbance or trouble and he's the only one who can solve it. He's the type to fall asleep on his desk because he's staying up late to solve a case. I just put a blanket over him and slip his vanilla flask closed and back into his coat. I think the way you can get him to REALLY take time off is to bring his daughter on vacation with us. Then he has to be there for her instead of worry about the city while he's gone.

NICK VALENTINE

💐: Before getting to know each other better, how did you and your FO act toward each other? Were you strangers? Was it tense, or awkward?

It's the same old story...I saved him from a tight spot down in a vault and he repaid me by helping me find my stolen brother. Gotta admit, I was not expecting him to be a Synth! But I was a fish out of water back then and was more surprised than scared of him. I think he felt like he could relate to me, since we're both 'ghosts from the past', so to speak. And it was nice to have someone who knew what I was talking about when I talked about old world stuff...

🌹: How does your FO react to receiving shows of affection?

I think it depends on what kind it is, and intent? I figure plenty of people try to hit on him while he's working--whether to get him to lower his guard or genuinely because they're grateful he helped them. Or they're just robot fuckers. The reactions to those are wary, flattered-yet-kindly-turning-them-down, and baffled/exasperated, respectively. From me, though, I think he gets pretty flustered and says thank you.

NIHIL

🐚: Which one of you brings the most physical or emotional energy to the relationship? Are there ever times where it’s overwhelming to the other, or are you pretty evenly matched?

I'm chronically fatigued and he's an old man--I think we're on pretty even footing when it comes to physical energy. I get VERY intense with emotions sometimes, and get really invested/wound up in things that I think he wouldn't second guess or worry about. He's gotta remind me to stop trying to read into everything because I'll make myself sick (and have done so before!).

🌎: What would you and your FO wear to a formal event, and what sort of event is it exactly? If your FO is usually dressed up or in a uniform, what would a casual outfit look like on them?

Well...my papal robes, of course...

IN ALL SERIOUSNESS, I think he could rock a t-shirt and khakis, but honestly, I also think he just REALLY likes those robes and that's why he's still wearing them. Depending on if it's an important church dinner or a ritual, though, I'm either in a fancy ballgown with colors to match/complement his, or nothing at all.

MOZUS TREIN

YOU'RE REALLY GONNA OUT ME AS A MOZUSFUCKER ON MAIN??

🎋: What does your FO’s bedroom look like? If their bedroom is ever shown in canon, are there any noticeable differences thanks to you?

I imagine his bedroom looking similar to Lady Tremaine's bedroom from Cinderella, except with more bookcases stuffed to the brim with old tomes on magical history. A desk for writing and studying, perhaps. ...under his bed, he has a box with a few old dolls and toys his daughters outgrew. Sometimes if he's feeling particularly nostalgic, he'll look them over and get misty-eyed.

🌲: What are some small details about your FO that you feel are underappreciated?

THIS MAN IS A FATHER. THIS MAN IS A FATHER. Not only that, this man is a WIDOWER! This man had to shoulder his grief and raised two daughters ON HIS OWN because his wife died!! He loves his daughters very much and says IN CANON that they're his pride and joy, even if they're all grown up now.

#almond cookie #nick valentine #papa nihil #papa nihil emeritus #mozus trein #mozus #self shipping #meme

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