#this was a fun one to try and accomplish so ty! <3

[terrainofheartfelt]

Dan × Georgina + blood & bath 👀

Dangina + Blood & Bath

Dan wakes up suddenly, with a start, daylight still streaming through the windows. 

He sits up quickly, scrambling, until his eyes land on Milo, still fast asleep. 

He lets out a deep breath, and scrubs a hand over his face, and gets up slowly, careful not to jostle the baby still asleep on his bed. 

(He knows it’s bad, all the books he’s read in the last two months say that it’s bad. They’ve been meaning to make a real nursery for weeks now, but there just never seems to be time. Whenever there’s time to spare, Dan always ends up accidentally asleep, like now.)

He situates Milo on the bed, takes away all potential hazards, and places two of the pillows from the head of the bed at the baby’s sides for security. He holds his breath the whole time, but Milo sleeps on, and for a rare moment, everything is perfectly quiet. 

“Shit – goddammit – fuck!”

Dan nearly jumps out of his skin at the fierce string of expletives coming from outside the room, then he immediately casts an anxious eye to the baby, but he’s thankfully still asleep. It must be a testament to Milo’s Sparks’ DNA, the ability to be unbothered by whatever his mother’s got going on now. 

Dan is not so gifted, so after one more glance to his son he rushes out of the room, following the source of the scream into the bathroom. 

Georgina’s head jerks up when he appears at the doorway, her mouth pulled in a tight grimace, pale eyes blazing like they had when she’d gone into labor: shock, pain, and a not insignificant amount of panic.  

He looks her over frantically, trying to find the source of the scream—Georgina’s hardly the type of girl to implode at the sight of a spider, so it must be serious. She’s wrapped in the flannel bathrobe that Lily bought him for Christmas last year but he never used, and there’s his razor that he hasn’t used since Milo was born clutched in her left hand, and —

“Holy shit.”

The reason for the scream becomes apparent when Dan sees the bloody mess around her left ankle. 

Georgina still says nothing, but her face hardens into some twisted jovial nonchalance. 

“Are you okay?” he asks, stepping forward, even though part of him really doesn’t want to. 

Her veneer cracks for a second, and then it’s back. “I’m fine. Just cut myself shaving, is all.”

“That’s all? It’s fucking Sweeney Todd in here, Georgie.”

She scoffs. “Don’t worry about it. Go check on the baby or something.”

“Milo’s asleep,” Dan says bluntly, taking the razor out of her hand. “Though your scream nearly woke him up.”

Georgina lifts her shoulders in a shrug. “Consider it payback.” 

Dan blinks at her for a second, before shaking it off, tossing the bloodied razor into the sink behind him. “Come on.” 

He puts an arm around her and guides her to step out of the bathtub, then pushes her down by her shoulders to sit on the side of it. 

Once satisfied she’s not about to make a break for it, he turns around to face the cabinet over the sink, pulls out the first aid basics he needs, and wets a clean washcloth. 

Dan sits down on the closed toilet seat, directly opposite Georgina, then cups a hand around her calf, guiding her leg up to balance her foot on his knee. He starts cleaning the wound, mopping up the blood surrounding it. Despite the gore that greeted him at first sight, it doesn’t actually look that bad. 

“I think it’ll be okay,” he announces, glimpsing Georgina’s face as she watches him work, teeth worry at her lip. “But if you’d rather go to the ER to get it checked out –”

“No,” she says quickly, cutting him off, “no hospital.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “I’ve banked more than enough time there, thank you very much.”

Two memories fly to the front of his mind, the first, from Milo’s birth a few weeks ago. On the way from holding to delivery, Georgina had refused to let go of his hand, and he’d had to power walk to keep up with the gurney. Once the team of doctors and nurses had turned away, she’d whispered, so small he might not have been supposed to hear it. “I hate hospitals.”

The other memory is less sharp, blurred by time and whatever they had been drinking that night on the roof, Georgina telling him about the latest of horrific rehab facilities her parents had shut her in because they didn’t want to deal with her. No wonder she hates hospitals. 

“Okay,” he tells her now. “Then we’ll just deal with it here.” 

She meets his eye briefly, and nods. 

He bobs his head in return, then goes back to work. 

It’s not that bad, but it’s still pretty grisly, the blade had taken a decent chunk of skin off her ankle, and the water from shaving had made the blood run faster, hence the mess. 

Dan gets the bleeding to slow with the washcloth, and uses the antiseptic wipes he found in the cabinet to clean the wound as best he can.

Georgina hisses when the wipe touches her skin, no doubt from the sting, and Dan shushes her on instinct, like she’s Milo, and brushes his thumb over her leg in a soothing gesture. 

He feels her stiffen in the hand holding her leg in place. It’s an odd thing for them, tenderness, it hadn’t really ever been something they shared between them. It was what Dan had liked about her at first, honestly, that he didn’t have to try to be anything, and he liked that she wasn’t gentle with him, either, which is a can of worms he is not going to open right now, or possibly ever. 

They’d had none of that, yet still managed to create a whole person together. Dan always thought in a far-off, someday kind of way that he would be a father eventually, he just thought his child’s mother would also be someone he was actually in love with. 

Dan spares a glance up at Georgina, her gaze fixed on the tiled floor, blood droplets littered across it. He should mop when they’re finished here. 

“So,” he ventures, “can I ask: why the sudden urge to shave your legs at three pm on a Tuesday?”

Her gray eyes dart around the bathroom, never landing on him, or on the ankle he’s doctoring. “I just…wanted to do something that felt like me.”

Dan glances up at her face, then back down, unsure of what to say. These past weeks, he feels like something in his cellular makeup has been rewritten. He wasn’t a father, and how he is, and all of him has changed because of it. And he’s not even the one who gave birth.

He is a dad, and Milo is all that matters, so Dan will be here for him, and has been here every day since Georgina showed up at his door to take care of him. They are both here for Milo, and they’ve been a surprisingly good team at it, him and Georgina. Though he supposes chemistry was never really their problem. 

Dan then thinks about his own parents, and everything that surrounded their breakup, and thinks that maybe being there for Milo means being there for his mother too. 

Satisfied with his cleaning job, he reaches for a bandage, tearing its paper wrapping open. “You know,” he clears his throat, “if you ever…need a night – to like, get a hotel and just take a break, I can cover for you.”

Georgina’s gaze finally settles on him, disarmed, before flickering back into something like casual interest. “Is this your nice way of trying to kick me out?” she asks, faux-sweet. 

“No,” Dan counters, smoothing the adhesive bandage down over her ankle. “I’m just trying to keep you from fileting yourself while our son sleeps in the next room.”

“So if I fileted myself elsewhere that would be fine?”

“At least then I’m not the one who has to clean it up.”

Georgina lets out a surprised bark of laughter. She doesn’t laugh like anyone else Dan knows, it’s like whip-crack, quick and lashing. And, oddly, for the first time in weeks, it sounds like…her. 

#what it says on the label so: #tw blood #I'm mean I'm no stephen king but it's there and it is relevant to the plot #dangina #georgina sparks #milo humphrey #this was a fun one to try and accomplish so ty! <3 #*prompts #a missed moment btwn s3 and s4 #okay but seriously shaving one's legs is a full contact sport i mean #insistonyourcupofstars

[hoshigray]

Hiii!! I rlly love your work & I appreciate you! Ty for ur writing <3 I was wondering if you could do something where reader convinces Toji to let her do his makeup and and and and she straddles him while he’s laying down to do it 🥺 maybe reader gets a little confident n bratty bc of the position n it gets a little spicy ? if you’re feeling up to it ! 🌲💕 this is my first ask so please lmk if my etiquette is off!

Oh, no worries, noonie! Your etiquette is okay, and your request is so cute like wth!!? :00 I worked on this after coming back from my trip, so apologies if this doesn't seem to be in my usual writing style. Also, to make this funny, I tried makeup for the first time while I was away!! Lol, so the experience really came around for this ask, so I appreciate it and hope you like what I jotted down! Other than that, hope you had a wonderful weekend ♡

Cw: Toji x reader - fluff mostly, but it gets suggestive at the end - grinding (m! receiving) - thigh riding (?) - impact play/spanking (2x) - pet names (baby, princess, pumpkin) - putting makeup on Toji <3 - reader and Toji being adorbs omg stop hehehe~ Wc: 1k

"How long is this shit supposed to be?"

"Sit still, will you? I can't work with you constantly moving."

"Tch, you're lucky I'm lettin' you do this because of a bet."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Open your eyes so I can see how it looks." Begrudgingly, Toji opens his eyelids to reveal the emerald eyes you're familiar with. "Okay, close them again."

It's a lazy Sunday afternoon. You and your boyfriend hang out at your place to chill, spending time cuddled up on the couch and watching television. It was your usual weekend routine, being close o your boyfriend like this. However, today was different compared to the other relaxing days prior.

Here you are on your living room couch, straddling Toji's lap with your hands occupied by a palette of green and gold eyeshadow in one and a brush in the other. Reason why? About two days ago, Gojo and Toji got into an argument as they usually do, something about their favorite sports team going against each other. Your man then had the fantastic idea to bet on his team, saying he'll do whatever Gojo says if his team doesn't win.

Why was the idea fantastic? Frankly, it's no surprise to you and the snow-haired other that Toji cannot win a bet to save his life. So when the score showcased the apparent outcome of the older man's loss, Gojo took his win in playful pride. And the punishment? Well, mounting on top of him today should explain it.

"You know, you got a pretty nice eye shape. You're pulling this look off quite nicely." Dadding his closed eyelid with the brush, you paint lime green atop the dark green eyeshadow cascading around his eyes. You chose to do nothing too audacious for the man, as you're just taking pictures and sending them to Gojo afterward.

He scoffs at your comment. "You said that about twenty minutes ago with the other shit you put on me."

"Yeah, well, can't blame me for admiring my handsome man being so fetching. If I slapped a nice dress on you and headed to the club later, I'd bet you'd have a line of men and women trying to ask you out."

"You tryin' to say I'm hotter than you, pumpkin?" He lifts a brow and then snickers after you bonk him in the head with a white highlighter pen.

"Shut up and stay still so I can put this on." You use the pen to apply by the corner of his eyes. Now two white hearts are harbored close to the bridge of his nose. After asking him to open his eyes again, you maneuver around to ensure that both eyes are even. And you beam when you feel accomplished with what you've done. "Perfect! Alright, onto the next part."

"The liner thingy?"

"Yup!" He chortles at your enthusiasm while you grab the item from your makeup bag. Closing his eyes again, you work on the bottom of his lids to form a steady black wing that ventures out. You giggle; who knew doing makeup on your boyfriend would be so much fun? Maybe I should put him in a dress.

With a gleeful attitude and a merry hum, you swing your hips around as you work. But you halt when you feel Toji's hands come to your hips, and you stop moving.

"Hold on there, baby." Toji's hands rub your hips. "Movin' too fast."

It doesn't click you until you realize the position you're in. Your legs still slip apart to sit atop his lap, your bottom directly above his groin. And that's when an idea pops up in your head, unable to fight the grin sneaking up on your face.

Your hips move once more but in a slower motion this time. Toji opens the eye you're not working on to look at your face, but you don't acknowledge it and just continue applying the eyeliner.

"I know you heard me the first time." A silent giggle confirms his suspicions.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Close that eye up." He gives you a furrowed look, yet he does what you instructed, allowing you to examine your work before laying the black material on his other eye. And as your hips continue to apply pressure on his crotch, Toji groans at the motion.

"So you're just gonna act deaf on me, huh."

You bit your lip to conceal the giddiness in your smile. But then it's replaced with an abrupt shriek from your lips when a sudden smack of pain comes down on your ass. "Oww!! Hey, quit it!"

"Quit what?" Now it's his turn to act dumb, giving him a glare while Toji chuckles.

"Whatever. Let me finish this up." You grumble while laying the last strokes of your eyeliner, yet you still grind on Toji. And you can feel the tent of his sweatpants slowly protrude. After a few seconds, you close the eyeliner and put it into your bag. "Now for the final touch. Some cute lip gloss for you...Ahhhh!! Toji, stop it!"

"Then quit grindin' up on me, brat." he snarkily warns you, rubbing his hand on your ass after hitting it again.

"Why? Hate that I'm making you hot and bothered like this?" Your hips grind harder on his tent, and he exhales with scrunched brows. He scowls at you, lidded emerald eyes branding holes into yours. But you don't falter and resume acting tough. "Don't want me to give you attention for being so pretty?"

Before you get an answer, Toji grabs for your ass and shifts to stand up from the couch, and you scramble to warp your arms around his neck before you stumble off the older, muscular man. He walks out of the living room with your arms. And he throws you down to the bed of your room with a tiny 'oof' coming from you.

"You wanna give me some attention, huh?" Toji crawls up on the bed and kisses your lips while sliding a hand down in your leggings, fingers nestling and pushing onto your soaked panties. Your whimpers are taken by his mouth as he kisses your neck. The gloss on his lips leaves sticky marks where he places them. "How 'bout you sit there and look pretty fr' me, then?"

"Mmmph...At least, let me take a picture of your makeup," you say with eyes sewn shut. "Gotta send it to—Ahhmmm..."

"Later," Toji withdraws himself to take off his sweatpants. "In the meantime, lemme fuck the shit outta y'r cute and bratty ass, princess."

#𝑯𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔: 𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk fluff #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk thirsts #jjk imagines #jjk headcanons #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fluff #toji x reader #toji imagine #toji x y/n #toji headcanons #fushiguro toji x you #fushiguro toji x reader #dilf toji

[katyaromanoffpetrova]

Spicy cake

Katya finds a new way to communicate her needs.

• Natasha Romanoff x Fem!OC • Wordcount: 1.4k • Warnings: suggestive talk (this is a given at this point) Do not repost my work as your own or translate my work!! Masterlist

A/N: I owe this whole idea to @nataliasquote <3 ty girl

2028

Listen, Katya in the kitchen wasn't anything new. She cooked dinner three days of the week, and sometimes she liked to bake simple cakes or cookies, the ones from those boxes.

But she'd been in the kitchen, mixing and rummaging, for the past two hours, and Natasha was starting to get confused. No cake or cookie would take that long to make. Not even including prep and baking time.

On top of that, an unfamiliar smell filled up the house. It was cake, but a special kind of cake. Flavored? It had a hint of strawberries.

Now, it could be that Natasha's senses were still confused from the cake tasting they'd done just this morning. Four hours of trying different flavors and textures of cake to decide which one they should serve their wedding guests. Her tongue was still confused. 

Initially, she simply wanted to pick a flavor from the menu and tell the bakery to go with it, but Katya had pouted like a little kid who was robbed of going to the candy store. So they went cake tasting. Whatever makes the wife happiest.

Would Clint and Tony make fun of her for agreeing to go with Katya's choice and have a white chocolate cake with raspberry cream? Probably. It screamed, "my wife picked this and I went along with it because I'm a simp for her, and I couldn't care less about the flavor of the cake, and white chocolate is way too sweet for my taste". But Katya left the bakery with the biggest smile on her face, and that's all that mattered.

Blinking the sleep from her mid-day nap from her eyes, Natasha wandered down the stairs, curiously creeping up to the kitchen. The smell was even stronger here, seducing her into following her nose towards the source. She couldn't deny it, it smelled great, her mouth watering despite the abundance of cake currently being processed in her stomach.

"What are you—" 

A towel flew through the kitchen. One second, Natasha saw everything, the next, her vision was black. The smell of wet cotton filled her nose, filtering the one of freshly baked cake, much to her disappointment. Katya had thrown the towel with such precision and skill that it covered her face and stayed there, like a makeshift ghost costume.

"Don't look! It's a surprise."

Natasha felt like a complete idiot, standing there in the door opening with that thing on her head, but she didn't fight it. "What are you doing in there?"

"Making a cake for you."

Even blind, she knew what expression her wife was making based on the tone of her voice. Giddy, adorable excitement, the most endearing, bright smile on her face.

Natasha furrowed her brows, her heart swelling. "For me?" It wasn't her birthday, and she didn't accomplish anything exciting lately.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Just because." Katya beamed. There was some clattering, a few silent footsteps on the ground. Natasha sensed her body as it moved around the space.

"How can you even still think about cake after this morning?" She teased lightly.

It was meant to be a joke, one Katya would respond to with something witty or sarcastic, but Natasha's question was met with a pause that was a bit too long instead. Slowly, the smile faded from her lips.

"Should I have made something else?" Katya asked softly.

"No!" Natasha exclaimed in a hurry. She nearly tore the towel off her head to show Katya exactly how soft and grateful her eyes were. Even if she was literally puking from eating too much cake earlier, she'd still thank her wife for being so sweet. "No, baby, I love it." 

"Okay." The enthusiasm returned to Katya's voice, to Natasha's great relief. "Give me ten more minutes and I'll be done. Then I'll show you what I've been working on."

"Okay." 

Doing a 180-degree turn in her spot, Natasha pulled the towel from her head. Oxygen-rich air filled her lungs as she walked to the living room, plopping on the couch with her phone. She had to fight off a thoughtful frown as she scrolled away and liked some posts on her Katya fan account.

Something in her gut told her that she should be suspicious. Katya baking a cake wasn't weird, but Katya baking a cake after the cake tasting this morning was weird, and Katya hiding said cake was even weirder. Usually, she was happy to indulge her family in their curiosity. 

Natasha was knee-deep into another Katya fan account, and just about to zoom in on a bikini picture of her, when Katya's voice rang out.

"You can come back!" 

Cautiously, she locked her phone and returned to the kitchen. Katya shielded her masterpiece with her body, a huge grin on her face as she waited for Natasha to be ready. Ready for something mysteriously. Her enthusiasm would be more endearing if Natasha was less suspicious.

"Tada!"

The cake revealed itself when Katya stepped aside. Natasha narrowed her eyes at it, taking a few steps closer to see it better. 

Heart-shaped, it was at least ten inches tall and covered in pink buttercream. No fancy decorations, no other colors. Just a pink heart. Simple, classic, sleek

Oh, and two words on top.

'BANG ME'

Natasha just managed to keep her face straight, but it caught her off guard so badly she nearly choked on her own spit. Her heart skipped a few beats as she composed herself, putting on a nonchalant demeanor. 

"Okay."

Surprised, Katya perked up. "Okay?"

"Okay. I'll bang you," Natasha said casually, shrugging her shoulders.

Katya's cheeks turned a light shade of pink, her previous confidence faltering because of her wife's casual use of vulgar talk. "Nat."

"Is it not what you wanted?" Natasha asked, slowly backing the brunette up against the counter. "It's a very clear suggestion. Very on the nose."

"You want me on your nose?" Katya feigned stupidity.

"I-" Natasha closed her mouth and shook her head with disappointment, much to Katya's amusement. The woman's blue eyes sparkled with mischief, a sly smile exposing her teeth. It was hard not to roll her eyes at it. "I love your writing," she commented, looking at the cake over Katya's shoulder. It was the worst example of capital block letters ever. Any six-year-old could do it better on paper.

Katya frowned in offense. "Don't shame my writing. It was my first time using a smaller piping bag."

"I can see that."

The frown deepened. "It was between, 'Bang me', and, 'I love your tits'. I went with this one."

"Amazing choice, baby," Natasha said dryly, running her hands from Katya's hips up to her waist, sliding them under her shirt. "I'm honored that you felt a need to declare your love for my boobs on a cake."

"Maybe I can do that next time." Katya abruptly perked up. "Oh! I can make the cake in the shape of actual boobs!" She was so excited about that prospect that she looked ready to make that cake right now.

Natasha chuckled lowly, giving her waist a playful squeeze. "How about you work on some actual, actual boobs right now?"

Katya froze. Her gaze flickered to Natasha's boobs and lingered there, a shimmer of lust mixing into her enthusiasm. "Actually?"

"Actually."

The prospect made her mouth water, yet her joy faltered a bit as she looked back up at Natasha's face. "What about my cake?"

The redhead smirked, pressing Katya further into the kitchen island with her hips. "Oh, I'll eat your cake."

Bonus:

Brooklyn perked up as she followed Maya into the house, kicking her shoes off by the door. "It smells so good in here!"

"My mom must have baked something." Maya smiled, always happy to try one of Katya's masterpieces. Stress-baking has made a good baker out of her.

Without waiting for her girlfriend, Brooklyn hurried into the kitchen, following the aroma that drifted into her nose. She spotted it instantly. "A cake!" 

"What ki—" The girls stopped in their tracks, side by side as they read the words once, then twice, then another time to make sure they said what they said. 

Slowly, Maya's face turned red. And even Brooklyn, who usually didn't get flustered easily, started to pale. They were both familiar with the Russians' shenanigans, but they hadn't stumbled upon something so embarrassing yet.

"We're never talking about this again," Maya muttered, dragging her girlfriend out of there.

#katandnat #katyaromanoffpetrova #forgotten ghost series #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x fem!oc #natasha romanoff fanfiction #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanov #black widow #marvel #mcu #natasha romanoff fluff

[riddlerosehearts]

more headcanons for vildia, my most beloved underrated ship 💙💜

(sort of a part 2 to this post)

okay so let's get one thing out of the way here first: yeah, idia has trouble taking care of himself properly, and yeah, vil might be a little frustrated by that. but it's only because he sees the potential that idia has and wants him to be the best he can be, and wishes he didn't have to struggle so much. but he respects so so much that idia tries, has been trying more and more every day since returning to school after the STYX incident. and he does his best to nudge him in the right direction and show that he appreciates the effort he puts in.

there are days when idia just can't believe vil would ever want to be with someone like him, but on some days, he thinks of course vil would want someone as smart and capable and accomplished as he is. vil deserves nothing less than the best, so of course they're perfect for each other! and vil always reminds idia of this when he's feeling down and being self deprecating.

vil may seem perfectly confident and put together, but he, too, needs comfort sometimes. idia isn't the best at knowing how to do so, and feels clumsy and awkward about it, but again, he tries. he does the best he can to try to get vil's mind off of things and make him smile, and when vil really needs to talk, idia does his best to listen and support him however he can.

i think that when idia can tell vil is feeling down, he tries really hard to make him feel extra special and find some sort of event they'd both like or offer to take him on a more public date, which vil really appreciates because he knows how introverted and anxious idia is.

some of the things they enjoy doing on occasions like this include going to themed cafes, or going to the movie theater together!

they also go to antique shops, which idia thought sounded incredibly boring the first time vil suggested it. but then he found several cool things he wanted to show ortho and had to reluctantly admit to vil that he had a good time.

sometimes they also go to the arcade and idia always, without fail, wins at least one plushie from the claw machines for vil. vil didn't even particularly like plushies before but now he has a little shelf where he puts all of the ones he gets from idia.

one day vil secretly goes to the arcade on his own to win a cute little black cat plushie for idia. not try to win it, but win it no matter how much he actually sucks at the claw machine games. he even texts ortho asking for tips.

ortho texts back offering to come by the arcade and break into the prize compartment for him. vil very emphatically refuses and instead opts to play the game over and over until he wins fairly because dammit, he's going to win a plushie for his boyfriend like idia keeps doing for him.

this cat plushie genuinely becomes one of idia's most treasured possessions.

vil really enjoys animated movies but doesn't often watch them with other people because there's just something about them that makes him more likely to cry during them. he and idia watch them together a lot and idia likes to poke fun at vil for crying while 1) still cuddling up to him and letting him cry on his shoulder anyway and 2) doing a terrible job of hiding the fact that he too is crying by the end.

aaaand this post was supposed to be shorter than my last one but it has still ended up very long, so that's all i have for now, ty to anyone who reads this <3

#twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #vildia #vil x idia #idia x vil #vilidia #idiavil #sorry for all the tags lmao i'm just trying to cover everything people who actually ship this might search for #because it's such a rarepair and nobody ever seems to tag it the same way #ANYWAY. i stillllll didn't share all of my headcanons because while i was writing this #i just kept thinking of more stuff until the post got too long again 😭 #will i ever be normal about my favorite ships? the world may never know

[elf-osamu]

Hii uhh actually it's my first time go to asking box actually.. idk if there anyone request you this but can i request for dazai, chuuya, akutagawa and atsushi react to s/o who are kpopers and accidentally saw their s/o dancing to one of their favourite kpop song?? HSHSHSHSH sorry for my English 😓😓

hey ty for requesting <3 this request was so fun to write 😭😭 and, coincidentally, i was recently introduced to k-pop !! don't worry about your english, it's not a problem for me <3. anyway, hope you like it !

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“I DIDN'T KNOW YOU DANCED SO AMIABLY, LOVE”

[ masterlist ] [ reblogs are v v v appreciated !! ]

fluff, a bit of angst in osamu's and atsushi's ones, romantic relationship, osamu dazai, chuuya nakahara, ryuunosuke akutagawa and atsushi nakajima (separately) x gn!reader

warning(s) : slight cursing in osamu's one-shot by the end of it, not really proofread.

words count : 1,924 words

plot : “what are their reactions if they accidentally find you dancing at the rhythm of a k-pop song?”

OSAMU DAZAI :

[ ☆ ] the music genre k-pop, from what i've read, is pretty popular in japan.

[ ☆ ] thus, this man would surely know a thing or two about it, as he does with everything.

osamu was working in his study, wearing his usual black headphones and reading the information about a new case; it was rare to have moments like this, where he could do his job at home, but when he managed to achieve them his heart pumped with glee.

he loved working at the agency, he truly did, but sometimes the effort of getting up every day and going to work... crushed him.

after some time passed, it was about two hours, he glanced at the small clock on his desk.

habitually, when he was busy with work and stuff, you visited him in that room and checked in with him, though this time you didn't show up. that would have been absolutely normal per usual, however osamu couldn't help but worry a little.

no, it wasn't even worry: as osamu admitted to himself, it was just a case of vapid confusion; nothing positive, nothing negative, only a neutral matter.

with a soft sigh escaping from his lips, dazai took off his headphones and stretched lazily his arms.

now, without the presence of the earphones, he could hear a lively tune coming from outside his study.

he couldn't grasp well the melody at that distance, thus he got up and proceeded to walk in the music's direction. it accompanied him to the living room, where a rather peculiar situation was presented to him.

the tv was on, playing a music video of some singers (who were also dancers, osamu deduced) he didn't know about. and, in the middle of the room, there was you, freely dancing along the rhythm of the song. dazai never saw you being so joyful about something of the sorts, and he couldn't help but smile at your figure.

when the song came to an end, you turned and almost screamed at the sight of your boyfriend standing a few steps behind you.

“osamu, the fuck. how long have you been there? you scared the shit out of me.” you gritted your teeth, attempting to seem confident in your posture while trying not to think at how much you embarassed yourself just now.

“enough to say that you can dance quite well, my dear.”

[ ☆ ] dazai loves discovering new things. therefore, he would ask you questions about k-pop and so on, wanting to amplify his knowledge on the topic.

[ ☆ ] also, he would annoy you so much until you would teach him at least one choreographies. there's no possibility of escape.

CHUUYA NAKAHARA :

[ ☆ ] he's absolutely in love with music, in all its forms.

[ ☆ ] of course he knows about k-pop, what did you expect?

[ ☆ ] he would be really content to share one of his interests with someone, especially if said someone is you.

that was a rough day for chuuya and the only thing he wished to do was spending time with his partner, you. the mission he just accomplished had been exhausting, it truly drained his energies.

the night sky was tinted with a dark shade of blue, alongside small lights representing planets and stars. unfortunately, living in the city didn't often allow the sight of that splendid wonder, nakahara thought with a soft grin.

even though he usually came to your apartment by means of his special ability, this time he decided — also because of his tiredness — to walk there. the night sky could have been admired for a while longer.

when he entered in your shared apartment, he announced himself saying out loud “[name], i'm home!” as he always did.

however, this time, nakahara wasn't greeted with your presence but with a profound silence.

perhaps they are already asleep?

while he was walking over to your bedroom, he heard a continuous sound from said room, similar to a song.

“what the hell—” he muttered and opened the door.

chuuya stood for a moment — a long moment — dazed. you were dancing while listening to a song from a k-pop band he did know about, quite well in fact.

they got moves, huh, he thought, his heart smiling, while his chest was warming at the sight of you being so happy.

he cleared his throat to make sure you were aware of his presence; needless to say, you suddenly stopped dancing, pausing the song, feeling more awkward than usual.

nakahara approached you, standing in front of you.

“i didn't know you liked k-pop,” he stated while a grin was making its way to his face, seeing your reaction.

your hand landed on the back of your neck, feeling embarassed and expecting to be made fun of, however...

“may i join you, my love?”, chuuya asked for a dance, offering his gloved hand to yours, his eyes showing a glint of genuine interest.

well, his tiredness seemed to be disappeared.

[ ☆ ] LET HIM SING !! he loves it <3.

[ ☆ ] from this moment on, you two will talk about music more often than usual.

[ ☆ ] and !! he !! is !! so !! happy !! about !! this !!

[ ☆ ] he'd also buy you k-pop merch !

RYUUNOSUKE AKUTAGAWA :

[ ☆ ] he doesn't know much about the topic.

[ ☆ ] well, in fact, he knows absolutely nothing.

[ ☆ ] maybe, if gin listens to it, ryū would know a fun fact or two about a specific group, perhaps also a few choreographies. if not, well, he would be quite confused by your dancing.

ryuunosuke akutagawa wasn't someone with much free time. indeed, he spent most of his days fighting for his organization and improving his physical strenght, without being able to focus his mind elsewhere. not that it really mattered, to him.

the only people who could stop his reckless behaviour, which greatly damaged his health, and actually let him peacefully rest were his sister and you. gin was his sibling, his sole family member, but ryū was beginning to think that perhaps you too could have had a place in his heart.

the few times he didn't work, ryuunosuke spent most of his time with gin; being the elder brother he was, he made sure she was fine, medicating any possible wounds.

other days, he'd come to visit you at your house, with a bunch of groceries he and gin had bought beforehand, specifically for you.

that was one of those days.

initially, although he had a copy of the keys to your apartment, ryū rang the intercom to announce his presence. he received no reply.

with a suspire leaving his mouth, he opened the door and entered in your hallway.

ryuunosuke had not imagined that a door could hide a song's blasting sound; his ears could only sense the music, nothing else. with his usual soft step, he followed the pleasant noise to discover its origin.

saying that ryū was surprised would've been an understatement.

he wouldn't have ever expected to find you dancing amiably at the rhythm of a song. he was at a loss for words; not in a bad way, just straight-up confused. he never imagined you had this as an interest of yours.

when the song finished, you sat on the couch and wiped the sweat from your forehead.

“so, this is what you do in your own free time,” a cough escaped ryū's lips, making you jolt in surprise.

after hearing your partner's voice, your hands went to cover your face, hoping to dispel your embarassment while ryuunosuke sat next to you.

“c'mon, don't be shy now. they are [group name], aren't they?”

[ ☆ ] he would be willing to listen to your ramblings about them !! (though he wouldn't always admit it out loud).

[ ☆ ] also he'd secretly try to learn the choreographies watching your moves.

[ ☆ ] “secretly” hell nah his intentions are quite obvious but he'd deny it.

[ ☆ ] ryū would ask gin about k-pop and then impress you with his knowledge (again, he wouldn't admit it).

ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA :

[ ☆ ] he doesn't know much about k-pop, but he'd be curious about it !!

atsushi woke up from his profound sleep, lazily rubbing his eyes.

working at the agency was quite exhausting due to the many cases they had to solve in little time, this sometimes resulting in increased stress for its workers. because of it, sleeping in the afternoon hours had become a habit for him, a habit that he quietly appreciated.

the young man checked his phone and almost screamed at the sight of the day and hour: today you should have come to his place to spend time together! how could he have forgotten it?

to his dismay, you didn't leave any texts nor calls about the situation. atsushi sighed, internally panicking.

did they leave because i didn't respond to the intercom?

he got up and headed to the bathroom, with a bunch of new clothes, to fix himself.

gosh, he felt terrible for having overslept. however, now not much could be done about it.

when nakajima finished, he went to the living room to call your number and apologise for his behaviour, hoping that you'd give him an occasion to make up for this awful situation.

being still sleepy, he managed to not hear a song being played at a quite high volume; and well, he also managed to not sense your presence despite his special ability, beast beneath the moonlight, until this very moment.

atsushi was still a little dazed, but he could clearly see you dancing (quite well, in his opinion) to the rhythm of the music. he almost felt like he violated your personal space, being part of a moment where you seemed so free. because of this, he remained silent while a small grin appeared on his angelic face.

ultimately, the song came to an end and you sat on the couch, exhausted. it just so happened that you hadn't noticed him too.

“it was a k-pop song, wasn't it?” he softly asked, not wanting to upset nor frighten you with his sudden voice, and sitting next to you. “my apologies for having slept too much, i'll make it up for next time.”

you glanced at your boyfriend, giving him a smile. “no problem, really. and yes, it was a k-pop song.”

“you danced so nicely...” he shyly mumbled, his cheeks turning red while his hands played with the hem of his shirt.

you left a kiss on his forehead. “we can dance together next time!”

“i wouldn't say i'm a dancer...”

“you don't have to be a dancer to dance. at the end of the day, everyone dances differently,” you stated, playing with a strand of his hair.

a few minutes passed in a comfortable silence.

“may i ask a question?” atsushi muttered.

“go ahead!”

“how did you manage to enter in my apartment?”

you looked at him, then grinned. “you gave me a copy of your keys, dork.”

both of you laughed.

[ ☆ ] i hc atsushi as a person who loves listening to people speaking about their interests ! so he'd be so happy to learn new things from your knowledge about k-pop.

[ ☆ ] ^ his gaze would be full of love and admiration <3.

[ ☆ ] atsushi would love to learn the choreographies!! imo he loves dancing.

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[bunniesnuggie]

Hey it’s my birthday today and I was wondering if you could do an Eddie/ little! Reader and what he would do for their birthday? Hcs or fic, either one is cool :))

first of all, happy birthday lovie!!!! im gonna do head canons so i can get them out faster!!! sorry if it’s short and sucky, i wanted you to have them today :3

~ Birthday Baby! ~

cg!eddie munson x (gn)little!reader

summary: it’s your birthday, eddie’s favorite holiday

• eddie LOVES to celebrate you, doesn’t matter the reason

anniversaries (he’s the type to celebrate the day you first spoke to eachother, even if it was only a word), good grades, any accomplishments, tying you shoe and especially your birthday, to put it lightly he celebrates everything you do

• did someone say birth week?

because that’s what eddie heard when you told him when your birthday is. you’re his baby bunny boo-boo you deserve the best, and he feels bad that he can’t afford the best so he prolongs it for as long as possible

• like I stated in my first headcanons about Eddie, he doesn’t make a lot of money but he’s crafty

 homemade cards? Oh yeah, the pop-up kind. he may not be that good of a cook but he does try and he makes you breakfast in bed every morning, whatever you want!  And of course he writes a new addition of “Sir Edward the Noble Knight and his Precious Prince/ss” where it is the Royal‘s birthday. he makes birthday hats for all your stufffies so you can wake up to a tiny surprise party!!!

• takes you to build-a-bear!!

you both make bears that look like each other. yours is a brown bear with curly fur, you dressed him in a band tee, jeans, boots and your daddy even bought you a tiny guitar for him 🥹 his is your favorite color and is wearing a little onesie and we’ll as has it own tinier bear (bearception). he splurged so you both could record a secret message for them. his was a funny little song / lullaby he always sings to you, and you left him a sweet message about how much you love and appreciate him. he definitely doesn’t cry when he hears it, and he definitely doesn’t sleep with it when your not there. he does kick dustin’s ass for making fun of the little bear

• if you don’t like cake, he makes you a birthday sundae with a candel

a little self indulge sorry hehe but i don’t like cake (sensory thing) so all week you get a different treat with a candle in it!

• since he celebrates all month week he does at least one “big” surprise and one “little”

not like, in size. buy like you get a present big you would like; concert tickets, jewelry, recreational things 🧍🏻‍♀️etc. but he makes sure to get presents little you would like more; stuffies, blankeys, cartoons, little space gear. he loves to give you gifts in general, but you light up the most when small

• it’s basically a rule free week

no bed time, allowed sugary drinks and candy whenever, no limit on screen time, stuff like that. you still have to be his good babysitter. he’s already pretty lax anyway, but he still has things set for your own good. one week won’t hurt

• biggest celebration is on your actual birthday

it’s all day. you wake up to a huge breakfast in bed, alll your favorite foods are made. this is when the tiny stuffies surprise party is btw!! he has your daily card set out with two gifts on the night stand. he lets you pick out your lil birthday outfit, crown included and he takes you to do whatever you want that day!!! then that night he takes you to dinner, nothing super fancy, but it’s perfect. when it’s time for bed he puts an extra scoop of sugar into you angles milk <3

• you watch tangled a million times that week

bc duh

• he just loves his little peanut so much, thinks they deserve the best

(which you do!!) literally plans it a year in advanced, as soon as the day ends and your in bed. he’s reading you your new story and planning next years 🥹🥹

• ofc on his birthday, you always return the favour

he never got the normal birthday experience when he was young, so you try to give that to him, it makes him 🫠 so now, birthdays are a thing in the munson trailer

a/n : saw this and got super excited because my birthday is in two weeks, cancer supremacy :D

also i’m actually going to build-a-bear for mine so that’s where that came from!!

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[semperama]

hi erin i was wondering if you had any advice for how to deal with not getting any comments on a fic. i'm in a pretty small fandom and i get the same (small) amount of kudos as many other writers there. but i recently posted a pretty personal fic that i worked extremely hard on for months, so hopeful that it might resonate with people, and now i just feel crushed. i'm working on new fics but I keep thinking that I’m probably only setting myself up for more disappointment ;(( any thoughts? ty <3

Hi, anon! I'm sorry to hear you feel like your hard work has gone unnoticed. That's such an awful feeling. I can't say I'm an expert, because I haven't been in a fandom small enough that it was normal to get no comments, but I do know what it's like to work hard on something and be disappointed by the response. I have a few things that might help.

If you can, I really recommend trying to make friends in your fandom. Especially in small fandoms, it can be such a lifesaver in terms of getting feedback and keeping your motivation. A good keysmash in the comments of a Google Doc can be just as satisfying as a dozen comments on AO3. Finding someone you trust to beta read your fic, or to bounce ideas off of, is a good idea in ANY fandom, but it can be especially helpful in small fandoms to keep from feeling like you're shouting into the void. And make sure you're giving back to others as well! Leave some comments on other people's fic! Follow them on tumblr and hype up their projects! Do whatever you can to tap into the community that is there.

I hate to say it, but part of it really is adjusting your expectations. If everyone in the fandom gets a handful of kudos at most, then you need to go into writing for that fandom with your eyes wide open, knowing that even if you pour your blood, sweat, and tears into something, all you can expect is that same handful of kudos. That says nothing about you as a writer. You could write an absolute masterpiece, and if there are only 10 people interested in that subject, you're only going to get 10 people to read it. And that's okay! That doesn't mean you've failed in any way, and you should still be proud of your accomplishments. But you can't get blood from a stone, you know? If the audience isn't there, it isn't there. In a way, that can be freeing though. The problem with large audiences can be the expectation of a huge response every time and feeling like you failed if you don't get it. In very small fandoms, at least you know the lack of response is due to the lack of people, not something you did wrong!

Related to the previous point, if you're going to be writing for a fandom where getting lots of (or any) comments isn't the norm, then you should try to find a way to measure success for yourself that doesn't have to do with comments. That often just means writing something you are proud of and you enjoy reading. Especially in the case where you're writing about subjects that are personal to you, make sure you take the time to appreciate the catharsis it brings you. Pat yourself on the back for how you're improving your writing skills by getting in touch with your own emotions and experiences and turning them into stories. Those things aren't useless if they don't reach a huge audience. You are improving yourself by doing it!

All that being said, if it really is a super duper tiny fandom and there's no community to get involved with and you don't think you'll ever be happy writing for mostly yourself, I do honestly think there's a time when you have to ask yourself if you need to move on. I personally suck at writing for myself. If no one's going to read it, I don't want to write it, haha. In the past when fandoms have died or my friends have left, I've jumped ship too, because I need the community aspect. Fandom isn't fun for me without it. Everyone's different though! I've known people who are happier writing for fandoms so rare no one else is writing for them. It just comes down to both your tolerance for the lack of feedback and how much you feel compelled by this particular fandom.

Anyway, sorry I got so long-winded and I'm sorry if none of that is helpful! I hope you can glean something from it at least, and I hope you are able to feel proud of yourself for finishing a personal fic, which is SO hard to do, even if it didn't get the response you were hoping for. <33

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[miamierre]

OMG okay I'm trying to hold myself back and send you only one (1) prompt...my absolute weakness re: piarles is the way their relationship transforms from childhood friends to something more, like its so innocent and heartwarming...so if you could write a soft and fluffy drabble abt their first kiss, that'd be amazing. (I always imagined it happening in their late teenager years but its up to you ofc!!)

ok this is a FANTASTIC prompt. ty bestie. i hope u enjoy <3

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“Charles?”

Charles freezes at the sound of his name, unsure of who’s caught him standing out here on the balcony of their rented hotel room. It’s a cool-but-not-cold fall night, and while the sleepover inside had been fun while everyone was awake, most of his friends have fallen asleep by now. It’s late, if the time on his phone is to be believed. He shouldn’t be awake right now, especially considering his actual birthday party event—karting, of course, a surprise gift from Uncle Jules—starts pretty early the next morning. But he just…hadn’t been able to fall asleep.

He's just been thinking about things, is all.

“Charles.” There’s the voice again, this time closer—and the frozen muscles of Charles’ body relax immediately when he realizes it’s just Pierre, padding out in his sleep shorts and a half-zipped hoodie. He looks tired, like he’d just woken up.

Charles hopes he didn’t wake him. “Pierre,” he says, turning fully to face his best friend. “What are you doing awake?”

Pierre laughs and shakes his head. “I should ask you that, calamardo,” he says, teasing grin on his face. “It’s cold out here. Why are you up?” When he makes it over to where Charles is standing, he intentionally bumps shoulders with him, knocking Charles the slightest bit off balance. Charles bumps him back, a little more forceful than he’d intended. Pierre only laughs again.

“I couldn’t sleep,” Charles admits. He crosses his arms. “Not being able to sleep when everyone else can sucks.”

Pierre makes an agreeable sound. “Yeah, I know.” He leans up against the balcony railing, looking at Charles with a bleary expression. There’s a beat of silence, and then: “Are you okay?”

Is he? Charles shrugs. “I think so,” he starts, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I’m turning 13, you know. It’s weird.”

Pierre, two years his senior, laughs again, this time quieter. “I know, you look 10.” Charles laughs suddenly, a soft, wobbly-pitched yelp that makes Pierre’s laugh louder. His voice has been getting deeper, lately, and Charles would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little bit jealous.

“Shut up,” he grumbles in response, purposefully shoving at Pierre again. His friend’s laughter dies down, though. “I don’t know, I just—feel like everything is supposed to be happening right now, and it isn’t. You know?”

Pierre cocks his head to the side. “No, I don’t. What is supposed to be happening?”

“You know!” Charles feels like an idiot kid, waving his hands around vaguely like Mr. Krabs from that one episode of SpongeBob. What is he trying to do here? How is he going to explain this to his older, better looking, more accomplished best friend that he’s—behind? “Being taller, mostly, and like, girls.” Even just saying that makes Charles’ face hot—he knows Pierre has dated so many girls already, definitely kissed a lot of them, and maybe even—

No, he’s not going to think about that, because Pierre is his best friend and that’s gross.

“That’s it?” Pierre looks…well, Charles doesn’t know how he looks. But he’s not laughing at the ridiculousness of it, so he figures he should take that as a victory.

“I guess. I don’t know.” Charles walks over to lean next to Pierre, crossing his arms over his chest again. “They feel like important things. Things that everybody in there—” he gestures back to the room of sleeping boys, his friends that he loves but he’s jealous of nonetheless. “—things that they have that I don’t yet.” Charles exhales heavily, sagging forward a little. His arms fall to his sides, hands tucked together in the pocket of his sweatshirt. “I feel like I’m behind.”

Beside him, Pierre stirs. “You are not behind,” he says quietly, resting a hand on Charles’ shoulder. “Don’t worry about that.”

Charles wishes he didn’t act so old and wise sometimes. “But you had those things when you turned 13. You were tall, you had the girls.” He balls his hands up into fists in his pocket, squeezes once because Pierre doesn’t get it. He’s not the same, not at all, not when it comes to this. His friend’s hand still hasn’t left his shoulder, but he doesn’t say anything for a few quiet beats. Charles is almost convinced he’s fallen asleep like that, standing up—somehow a very Pierre thing to do, with all the ways he’s all over the place these days.

“You were just short, that’s all,” Pierre finally says. Laughs softly, to Charles’ chagrin. “And besides—when did girls become something you cared about? I thought all you wanted was to be the greatest racer in the world.”

Charles huffs. “I do,” he insists. But… “But Pierre.” Is he really going to admit this? “I have never even been kissed. I don’t think one girl in my whole school knows who I am, besides being the kid that karts.” He removes his hands from his pockets, lets them fall to his sides. There’s shame burning in his cheeks, at telling this to someone who’s probably ten times cooler than he’ll ever be. “How am I going to be the greatest racer in the world if I cannot even get noticed at my own stupid school.”

“That doesn’t matter though.” Pierre’s answer is immediate, which takes Charles by surprise a little. What? “You’re going to hit your growth spurt, Charlito. You will probably be taller than me, even if I hate to admit it. And people will notice you.” His voice is quiet but firm. Charles has never heard him this certain before, not like this. “And girls? Girls don’t matter. Not now, anyway. Besides—” he shrugs, awfully nonchalant for someone who’s seemingly always talking about them. “Kissing is overrated.”

“Easy for you to say,” Charles grumbles, “You’re always kissing girls.”

Pierre laughs. “Not always,” he says. “But—look, if being kissed is so important to you. I can kiss you.”

Charles almost falls off the balcony at the suggestion. “What?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t—I won’t kiss you kiss you, but.” He shrugs. Charles can’t tear his eyes away from his best friend. What? “If it is so important on your bucket list of things to accomplish to be the greatest to ever do it, I will be the first.” Something flashes in his eyes, and he quickly adds, “Only if you want me to, though. I do not—”

“You would do that for me?” Charles feels like the luckiest person in the world, to have a best friend as caring as Pierre is. At his question, Pierre’s whole face relaxes, any trace of that sudden panic gone.

“Of course,” he replies. “You are my best friend. I would do anything for you.” With practiced ease, Pierre pushes off from the balcony and turns to face Charles, close to him but not uncomfortably so. “I am going to kiss you now, if that’s okay.”

Charles nods. “It’s okay,” he confirms. His hands have balled up into fists again, but for different reasons this time. He’s trembling with nerves. He’s never been kissed before—but not any longer, not if his best friend can help it.

“Okay,” Pierre repeats. Then stands there for a second. “I, uh—just close your eyes, okay? That’s the most important thing.” Weird. But Pierre knows better than Charles does, so he obliges, eyes squinting shut. He hopes Pierre gets on with it, because this whole standing around and waiting thing—

And then Pierre’s lips are on his, pursed like he’s kissing his mother, for the briefest of moments. It’s not like he imagined it would be, kissing somebody—Charles has watched movies, he’s been online. He knows there’s more to it than just this. But maybe…

Maybe that’s something he’s just going to have to figure out for himself. He certainly can’t do that with Pierre. Not that Pierre would even want to do it with him, because they are boys and that’s not how kissing works.

Pierre’s face is a little red when Charles opens his eyes again, mouth still kind of scrunched up in that kissy face in a way that makes him giggle.

“There,” his best friend says after a beat, small smile sitting on his face. “Now you can check that off your list.” He glances around. “And now that you’ve done that, let us please go inside and back to sleep, because I’m very tired and I want to have enough sleep to kick your ass out on the track tomorrow.”

Charles laughs, bumping shoulders with him again. “You wish,” he replies, grinning. The weight on his chest feels a little bit lighter, now. Maybe sleep will come easier this time with Pierre’s help.

-

“Pierre.”

Pierre turns towards the voice that’s broken through his stoic silence out here on the lavish patio of their post-race celebration. It’s deep into the night, probably after 3, and the party is still raging on inside. Red Bull always seems to go to the max like this, especially when there are a couple of weekends between races like this—open bar, loud music, so many people. Pierre likes it. He does. He’s just…been grappling with something the past few days.

Like, you know, the fact that he’s in love with his best friend. The person who just called out his name a second ago.

“Charles,” he greets, trying to sound upbeat but failing. He’s looked so good all weekend, so good, dressed up and in his race suit and in his casual clothes, all the same—Pierre’s known about these feelings of his for some time, but something about this weekend has driven them straight up to the surface, where they can no longer be ignored. The Driver’s Parade was awkward (at least to him) and he’d really almost gotten off in the shower the night before because of the way he’d seen his best friend douse himself in water from the heat of the track.

It's become impossible to ignore. Pierre isn’t sure how much longer he can take it.

“Why are you out here by yourself?” Glass of champagne in his hand, shirt a little too unbuttoned, Charles looks divine. Even the glow of the restaurant’s lights has haloed him in some kind of hazy shine, making him look even prettier than normal. Pierre hates that it’s come to this—that he can’t even look at his best friend in the whole world and not be in love with him.

But he has to answer, he can’t just be a ghost in his feelings. So he shrugs, turns out towards the night. “It was getting loud,” he says instead, shoving a hand into his pocket. “I think it might be past my bedtime, you know.” A half-formed joke, all he can muster.  It’s incredible what love can do to take the wind from your sails.

“Bullshit,” Charles answers, sidling up beside him. Their shoulders brush. Pierre thinks he’s going to burn alive from the fire churning away inside him. “We’ve been out later before. How many sunrises have we watched in Monaco without any sleep?”

Many, is the answer. “Some of us are getting old, Charlito,” he answers, another half-formed joke that kind of falls flat. Pierre is tired. Charles is so close to him that he’s within kissing distance. It’s only happened one time, once—but Pierre has been reliving a fantasy version of it for years, now. How Charles would clasp his arm tight, sweep him in, use the half-inch of height advantage to press into Pierre insistently because it’s been their whole lives he’s felt like this, I’ve been waiting to tell you all these years. A fantasy Pierre keeps tucked away deep inside, something for him to hold in his hands when the world around him is becoming too harsh.

Sometimes, fantasizing about it is harsher than anything that could happen to him on the track.

“Don’t be dramatic,” Charles says, breaking him out of his trance. “Come on, come back inside. I will ask the DJ to turn down the speakers or something, so your old man ears don’t explode.” He grins, beautiful and catlike and so very Charles, and Pierre’s heart is falling out of his chest at the sight. It’s not fair. It’s simply not fair.

“I can’t,” he says quietly. If he goes back in, he’s going to have to watch Charles be his most authentic self—happy, chatty, an entire ray of sunshine—and Pierre is just going to wallow in the fact that he’s simply in love with his best friend without a thing to be done about it. “Charles, I’m sorry, I—I can’t.” He’s his best friend. He’ll understand.

But Charles grabs his arm gently, party suddenly forgotten. “Pierrot,” he murmurs. “Are you okay?”

Yes, he wants to say, Yes I’m fine, go back and have fun without me, but his brain is a liar and a traitor, and the word “No” falls from his lips instead. Worry flashes in Charles’ eyes. “No, no, I mean—I am okay physically, Charles, I am just.” He sighs. “There are things on my heart. Things I cannot face.” He says the words in English, so they come out disconnected to the way his French heart is actually breaking. Why must Charles make it so hard? Why can’t he just be young and drunk and impulsive, having the time of his life with his friends and teammates back inside?

Charles squeezes his arm gently, reassuringly. “You can tell me, you know.” Pierre wants to cry. “We can face them together, if it will be easier for you.” When he turns to look at his best friend, there’s a determined expression on his face. Like he’s going to get to the bottom of this—this engine failure, this broken power unit, whatever is happening inside of Pierre—and get him back out on the track like normal.

There is no normal, though. “Charles,” he whispers, unable to speak any louder out of fear that he actually will cry. “I cannot. I cannot tell you, because—” he cuts himself off. His tongue is dangerously close to spilling his guts, to saying everything he’s been keeping inside for the last five years. The dam is going to burst.

“Pierre.” Charles’ hand slides down his arm and grasps his own hand firmly, squeezing it tight. “You can tell me anything. Please. Please, I can see this is killing you.” He looks so earnest. Pierre is going to ruin his entire life by saying this to him now. “Please tell me. Let me help. What is weighing so heavy on your heart to have you like this tonight.”

“You.” It’s out of his mouth before he can stop it. Charles’ expression is…blank. Confused. “I—Charles, I don’t know how to tell you this. I don’t. But I—” he takes a slow, shaky breath. “I love you. I am in love with you. I’ve been trying to not be, I try so hard all the time but I cannot keep it locked up anymore because—”

And then Charles’ mouth is on his, all of a sudden, out of nowhere. Kissing him. Which—kissing him? Pierre realizes he’s not even kissing back, which is incredibly stupid, but he’s focused on Charles’ hand, which is still grasping his own tight.

“Charles,” he whispers as his best friend pulls away a little. “Charles, you—?”

“Pierre,” he murmurs back, that beautiful catlike smile curled on his face again. “Do you know how long I have wanted to do that?” Struck dumb with shock, Pierre can only shake his head. Charles laughs, soft and tender and silly all at once. “A very long time. You are incredibly dumb to have not seen it first.”

Pierre blinks slowly. “I…” There are so many things he wants to say. But he settles for: “You are just as dumb for not seeing it too.”

Charles giggles, setting his glass of champagne down on the table closest to them. “We are both dumb, then, calamar.” He swoops closer, uses his newly-freed hand to rest tenderly on Pierre’s lower back. Pierre is starstruck. He’s starstruck. Charles wanted to kiss him too? Really? “You know, you might be dumber though.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean,” Pierre laughs, the warmth of Charles’ hand traveling up his spine and through his body.

Charles shakes his head, presses closer. “You haven’t even kissed me back yet. You just told me you love me and you haven’t even kissed me.”

Pierre snorts. “Shut up,” he hums. “I can fix that right now.”

And he does.

#piarles #pierrecharles #10 x 16 #fic #prompt #ngl guys i think i went off a little w this one #SORRY FOR BEING OUT OF MY MIND!!!!!!!!!! #literally not even reading through this for edits i just need to get it out before it eats me alive #ask reply #Anonymous

[orbees]

For @coccolithophore, answering those questions u sent last night for miss kitty!!!!

♥️- best memory

Oh good question several things come to mind w/ this one

Her first time on stage!!! Kitty's always been drawn to the limelight, u could even say its in her blood! not Dia sm, but rosabella, her other mother was a performer!!! More a singer than a dancer but kitty definitely inherited her singing ability :3

kitty took a lot of dance classes in her youth, and they were Always her favorite from the 383838 classes that she took! Kitty had quite the rigorous education growing up. Nothing less for dias princess 😤😤😤

Her first performance was for a ballet class!!! It was here she learned her love for the stage. Dia was there too, Dia was definitely the mom who Always showed up for her kids performances. But it rly stuck with kitty cause dias not much of a cryer but Dia shed a few tears then 🤧 reminded her sm of rosabella then

And speaking of Dia I think making up with her was another one of her treasured memories. It was complicated for a while there but kitty has always loved Dia, and missed her a lot when she was away from home... she just couldn't deal with Dia trying to dictate her life, and so for her to apologize, realize she was wrong, made it a lot easier to move pass that hurt and reunite with someone she loves

beyond thattt gjsngnd unforch I can't count meeting him and nat here because they met in rly. Dire circumstances. Their adventure was pretty grueling too they rly did get their asses kicked 😭 more so than the faerun squad and that's saying something!!! There were good times tho for sure!!! I think everything with leading the revolution against fortune farm is something she looks back on fondly because she felt she rly Accomplished something there, and came into her own as a leader!!!! She's always wanted to stand on her own outside of dias shadow so being able to do something like that was rly important to her.

I think too discovering Ixalan was pretty big for her similar reasons, tho very different ones than nat. She def recognized the academic value but for her it was more personally fulfilling in the sense that it was something she set out to do, and accomplished, and it definitely wasn't something just anyone could do!!!! Oh yeah I'd say saving the world is a pretty good memory too 😹 #girl

🍕- favorite food

Red velvet cake!!!!!

🧠 - what is something you like about this oc?

there's lots I love about kitty!!! Some of it the same as arahana, just that she represents all the memories I made with my Beloved dnd squad 🥰 but also I rly like kittys design and aside from her fucking horns she's rly fun to draw. It helps a lot that she's got that lovecore aesthetic and I am a lovecore bitch. I love how her relationship with Dia & Razul developed 🥺 and the bonds she forged with Nat and Him... her Besties... I've mentioned this b4 but I also rly like that she's so strongly associated with love & romance imagery but struggles a lot w/ intimacy. It's something I def wanna explore more with her. I love her strong sense of will too, especially when it blows up on her face lol some of the most fun I had with kitty was roleplaying her Losing just because she Hates it sm and rly shakes things up for her. She's a great character and one of my faves for sure!!!!

Ty for asking!!!!

#oc posting #oc: kitty

[covenofthearticulate]

Currents

current time: 11:09pm

current mood: fucking stressed and EXHAUSTED but so so so excited and accomplished. these past 3 weeks I’ve been working a summer camp for middle school kids (the first of FOUR camp sessions throughout the summer hahahaha i’m gonna be dead come august) and tomorrow is our FINAL day of camp with our final performance for friends and family. I’ve spent all week making props and costumes for these little buggers and they look so good, I’m so stoked for tomorrow— we perform on the same stage that LTROI finished on, and it’s MASSIVE so it’s really fun seeing the kids experience ~professional theatre~ for the first time

current activity: whoops I just said this in the last question but LOL i spent the last hour making a cardboard cartoon lightbulb prop and now i have to read an entire 120 page Real Adult Theatre play before a big important grown up meeting tomorrow :/

currently thinking about: i’ll be completely, totally, 100% honest with you: there is not a single goddamn thought in my head right now LOL these last few weeks have left me braindead, i’m just vibing tbh.

current favorite song: disloyal order of water buffaloes by fall out boy LISTEN i’m seeing FOB in 5 fucking days and their tour setlist is so WILD it’s full of random deep cuts which is AMAZING but also i’m kinda freaking out because i feel like a fake fan because even though I do love their early discography I don’t know every single lyric by heart and anyway I’m terrified of them playing a song that I won’t be able to sing along to so I’ve been listening to every album back to front on my commute to work LOL and I just totally forgot what a fucking banger album folie a deux is like jesus christ man. i love fob i don’t care if it’s cringe patrick stump owns my fucking heart.

currently reading:

POTUS: or, behind every great dumbass is seven women trying to keep him alive (for work)

Dracula: A Revenge Tragedy (for funsies)

currently watching: rewatching s1 of The Bear before I can dive into s2! goddamn, the dialogue in that show is so good

current favorite character: ONCE AGAIN i’m in a weird world where i spend my days straddling two fandoms with two characters that are absolute polar opposites. The Louis brainrot is real, but I’m also trying to be consistent in keeping up my Klaus Hargreeves rp blog. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: tumblr roleplay is such a great writing exercise for me because I can write little bite-sized chunks of 3-5 paragraphs and still feel accomplished, so I try to write at least one reply on my Klaus OR my Louis blog every day! Klaus tends to take over my brain in the spring/summer months because he’s extroverted and sunny, whereas my Louis muse tends to peak in autumn/winter months since he’s my cozy introvert boy. 

current WIPs:

Louis/Armand kinkweek bondage/edging session :)

Rue Royale Family Era fluff piece around Bath Time in the Pointe du Lac household

Loustat mirror sex :) 

I’m using this bullet point to formally apologize to folks who sent me prompts that never got filled LOL I do want to try to get to some of them eventually I just have so little spoons it’s tragic lol

tagged by: @hekateinhell hehe ty <3 tagging: @uncivilcivilservice @wicked-felina and anyone else who wants to hop in!!

#tagging game

[fluffleforce-mysdrym]

Iskaara Tuskarr and Maruuk Centaur for Pelagos, Grand Hunt for a character of your choice?

Iskaara Tuskarr - If your OC had to tell any story about their life to a stranger, what would it be? A tale of heroism, a funny anecdote, maybe a sad story?

For a lighter story, Pelagos (pre- or post-Arbiter) would tell of the time he wanted to write to one of their maw walker friends, but Kleia took the parchment and quill from him and flew out of his reach to do it. The maw walker in question told him that it was a very heartfelt message, but he still has his doubts

(referencing in game stuff with the quill of correspondence)

If he's trying to inspire whoever he's talking to, he would talk about how he and so many more came together to help in Korthia, and how it really made him think of what more could be done to right the wrongs of the Shadowlands.

Maruuk Centaur - What trophy/symbol of their accomplishments is your OC most proud of?

I don't know that he really has any physical trophies, so to speak. There is one thing he's pretty proud of, but I can't really talk about it just yet, because it's a spoiler for the epilogue >.>

I think his biggest trophy would be the sight of souls going to their intended afterlives.

Grand Hunt - What would be the ideal animal companion for your OC? It can be anything, from a dog to a dragon!

Liila has no specific critter she would like with her, and honestly most of the ones she has in her life are a result of happenstance, though it rarely ends well.

Piikii her undead steed, named for the odd noises its joints made as it sauntered along, was eaten by a devilsaur.

Piikiitwo, the venomhide ravasaur she befriended after she lost Piikii, was beheaded while trying to protect her by her tormentor when he led the attack on Orgrimmar pre-Northrend campaign.

Her pet jellyfish from Helheim was stolen by druids and released into the wild--surely nothing bad happened with that.

Nibbles the devourer ended up being far too sentient to be a pet. He is friend-shaped.

She had to leave her vombata in the Zereth Mortis.

Adrestes said, "Absolutely not," to bringing any crawbrats over from Maldraxxus.

Adrestes is currently baffled because she's got a 'pet' goat that keeps showing up in Devotion and chewing on the banners when it can't find her. She insists Pari the Paragon of Goatliness is not a pet, but no one knows what else to call it.

For Ta'lim, a troll hunter I do not talk about enough, it is his phoenix that he got at Magister's Terrace. Every pet he's ever had has died in some way or another (murlocs, friendly fire, etc), until that phoenix. He got it as a hatchling, and it ended up saving his life in Icecrown. Now that it's grown, he keeps it as his hunter pet. The best part is he's retired from adventuring, so now he's just a courier with a phoenix flying around with him in the Echo Isles.

Mitchell had a spider that he loved very much, but it died of old age (and possibly plague exposure) and he has sworn off all other pets. After all, he's gonna live for a very long time and doesn't want to watch all his little critters die. He does still have a soft spot though, for Fluffy, the void-sheep. People keep suggesting he get something that's undead, but he just grumbles about it.

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Ty for the ask :D This was fun <3

#i have so much lore for my impervious ocs #it's ridiculous

[bringerofplagues]

Doomfist: The Tank Who Doesn’t Tank

Heyo, i’ve been back on my bullshit (OW2) lately and have come to realize something i find interesting about the games design....again. Long story short while playing with Doomfist on my team i have come to realize that it usually feels like something is missing from the team. Now i want to say i think the game is at it’s best when everyone plays the hero they enjoy the most and just try to have a fun time, so i don’t want anyone to feel bad about maining Doomfist.

I want to start by making it clear what i believe the role of the Tank is in OW2. The tanks purpose is to protect the squishies on the team and provide utility, this can be done by using shields, soaking damage and drawing aggro among other methods. I think the best example of a tank is Reinhardt. Reins main thing is his shield which allows him to protect his team, but should the shield get broken he can still bodyblock to soak damage. He can also do a good amount of damage but his attacks are slow and can be very melee focused, luckily he has his charge allowing him to rush in when he needs to and his ult which knocks down enemies thus allowing his team to better get in position. 

So how does Doomfist accomplish this? Well he doesn’t. He has no way to shield his allies, he isn’t that good at drawing aggro and he has no utility in his kit. I would say, Doomfist is a tank for people who like to play Tracer, he tends to go away from the team and try to pick off the enemy one by one. Now i think this is what he was meant to do. Go in and either kill the enemies supports and DPS or manage to distract the enemy team for long enough that his team can get ind and do some real damage. The problem is that most of time he doesn’t really accomplish that. A lot of his damage is tied to his movement to the point where his only damage that doesn’t come with movement is his hand canon. This makes it hard to effectively do damage with him given how hard he can be to aim with, his cool downs and the charge time on rocket punch. But tying his damage to his movement also creates a different problem, it makes it harder for him to get back to his team. See i would argue the tank is one of the most important roles in a team fight. While the DPS is important for killing enemies and the support needs to make it easier for the rest of the team to accomplish their goals, none of them can do that while dead and the tank is supposed to help keep them around. But while Doomfist is off trying to deal with one of the enemies DPS the rest of his team now has to try and at the very least hold during a team fight without their tank. Now Doomifst is by no means the only dive-tank in the game and they are an important subclass, but i want to compare him with another dive-tank to show why he doesn’t work. So, lets take a look at Winston. First of all while Winston only has one movement ability in the form of his jump pack which also does damage this isn’t his main way of dealing damage. In reality it is an engage and disengage tool that can do damage if used well. But once he has engaged Winston won’t use it to do damage and is free to use it for movement purposes thus allowing him to quickly get back to his team, whereas Doomfist has to use all of his movement abilities to do damage. Winston also has the benefit that his Tesla canon can much more easily hit multiple enemies than Doomfists hand canon. Thus instead of wasting time hunting down one enemy Winston can take on 3 enemies at the same time. And at last Winston has his barrier projector, allowing him to give his team a shield before jumping behind enemy lines.

I know Doomfist got nerfed between OW1 and OW2, and i want to talk about how his game design effects his balancing. To put it shortly i think Doomfist might be what the MOBA community calls a damage nightmare, aka a hero who’s designed in a way that means they will almost always be either very overpowered or very under powered. See the problem with Doomfist is this, if he is strong the game now has a tank who can easily flank the enemy, with tons of movement and damage. But if he is weak well now you have a tank who has to leave his team in order to do a job a a DPS could do better without their team loosing an important part of the comp. And then there is the problem of how his abilities work. If you give them a short cool down well then he can easily spam them to just kill the enemy team but if their cool downs are long then he can’t get back to his team when he needs to. And this is just looking at Doomfist in a vacuum, but guess what he doesn’t exist in vacuum. Imagine making him just right, his cool downs have exactly the right lenght, his damage is where it needs to be etc. But then you have to take into account stuff like Anas nanoboost, which is inherently gonna be strong on a dive tank. Now while a Nanoboost can be very good on Winston, there is the fact that a lot of his threat potential is locked behind his ult, thus meaning you need to use 2 ults to get really make it work. Or there is Rein, he can charge in, get nanoboosted and then do tons of damage and stay alive, but he is also slow and once he has engaged his one movement ability will be on cool down meaning the enemy team just has to kite him.

Now at this point, if you are like me, you might have come to the conclusion that a lot of these problems could be fixed if you could just use 2 tanks. Doom fist would be able to do the job of one of the DPS heroes while the second tank protected the team. And this is where the problem with Doomfist becomes apparent. He was designed before the addition of role queue which means comps where a lot more free at that time. Also from what i can see when role queue was first added it had 2 tanks per team which was still better for Doomfist. But obviously this isn't the case in OW2 and i think this is the fundamental problem with Doomfists design, he was never designed to be in the game he is in. Now the obvious way to fix that would have been to change him while making OW2 to make him fit in more with the new games systems. But if you change a hero to drastically you risk angering all the people who enjoyed playing them before, and so Doomfist ended up the way he is, a half baked dive-tank.

#blizzard #overwatch #overwatch 2 #ow #ow2 #doomfist

[rsmrymnt-tea]

Super late since I wanted to have a lil time to reply but wahh I was rly looking forward to the Belphie rant sjdjfjf it's so interesting! Was mainly curious about the canon divergency part but rly got the whole megillah huh <3 rly appreciate the reply!! Kind of obsessed with the easy bonding through dreams instead of through the door, turning eachother reluctantly into almost comforting or comfortable presences ;;w;; and all to end up...that wrong anyway smfh.

You mentioning he puts in work after the incident to make up to Dola made me think that while he actually would in that obvious way that makes him seem a little desperate like in canon, maybe even time after thee events Dola finds herself resting easy, having specially colorful and vivid dreams, lush tropical landscapes dark and full of flowers, maybe even getting some inspiration from them for her art. She'd surely catch up quick, right? I imagine her frowning n making a little fist like "belphegor...." but with whatever fondness she can manage to have for him sjdjjd

And for Sally!!! Aaaa wasn't expecting such a nice reply cuz as you said it'z all in my head and I never speak about them anyway but....this is so accurate. It's canon, I see it!!

Ty for saying they're fashionable;;-;; in my mind everyone at goetia has to be or u get the one over looks by the rich clients lmaoo </3

I think it'd make for an interesting friendship :O since u say Dola would become a regular once her hair whitens, Sally would lowkey try to convince her to do funky stuff like streaks and such bc the potential!! But other than that I'm having a blast at imagining this not very sociable demon bein extra awkward because this is thee human exchange student AND and accomplished artist AND an insanely powerful sorcerer and she is..just so chill and simple.... I thought they'd meet not quite after Dola's become immortal but when she is already pretty accomplished and in a better place than st the beginning of the exchange, for some reason? (Tho the meeting mid hair chopping and wearing hoodie crisis is SO good too lmao)

So. Kind of like the opposite of Thirteen's first impression of the mc basically... Sally would be like "!!!! Ooo they are dashing" bc of Dola's whole presence and air of power that encompasses her :3

You're so right about their death aura cancelling, also I like to believe they'd get along bc Sally isn't into prying much into anyone's business or actually want to dig into people's psyches and like. they could talk at eye level eventually? No need to "open up" past "man HoL sucks ass I wanna get a little pet and Lucifer won't allow :/" & past all actual small talk that yes,, sally would make but also would be v out of touch bc what even are humans, huh?

I read ur reply for Mammon &&& also wanna add that Sal would sooo want to show them interesting stuff around the devildom anytime as well! Parlors of fx make up, body mods and tattoo artists up but for demons and such? There has to be so many forms of art in there to get into ! (Maybe not even going together but just hitting Dola up like hey there's this cool sculpture garden opening -and it's smth absolutely wretched and gross sjdjdj-)

But before that happens! Rly dig the idea of them starting out by walking home at night after goetia closes! Just thinking smth smth about bus rides at night (its always Night there anw....but u get it) and them taking the last one as they make small chatter but it feels rly comfortable <3

((AND pleaseee I'm Loving Dola being Sal's gateway into human world stuff. Seeing her giving her some obscure band tshirt or like. Both comparing each realm's knock off brands absjdk))

Well....i went off..! But thats abt it sorry for rambling hehe ty for indulging me this is so much fun to think of! I def agree they both need a couple friends even tho they are lone wolves..loners..misfits even 💀 <33 <33

Sorry I held onto this ask for a bit because I loved rereading all the stuff about Sally ;w; In love with the DolaSal friendship like >w<

I really do think that Dola would be like... affectionately annoyed at him for actually doing a good job of making things up to her. I know it's like a common headcanon, but I love thinking that he makes sure to keep nightmares of the Incident™ away even before she was willing to have anything to do with him. But like, in a more subtle way—like just making sure she has dreamless nights instead.

Tbh since writing the stuff for Belphie and Diavolo I sort of started wondering if Dola would ever forgive Diavolo, but then I realized she'd never forgive him for erasing her original timeline because it erased a lot of important moments for her from ever happening int he first place, and now they exist only in her own memory and no one else's. >.>

Anyway!! Sally!! Because I am over the moon than me making shit up has been accurate to any degree sdhkdf Literally was typing stuff up while scrolling through your sally tag and going 'Is this... Does this make sense for them...' then keeping going & hitting post before I could overthink >.>

hdfgjkgh the way you imagine their first meeting tho!! ;w; I didn't think of that... Just thought that after the post-Incident breakdown haircut (that now that I think about, I've never mentioned anywhere..?) Asmo would try to cheer her up by bringing her to Goetia and Dola ends up having a good time because of the cool stylist >w< I can see Dola not becoming a regular immediately since she's like, in and out of the Devildom for the first few years, but I also really like thinking about Dola keeping in touch with Sally even while she's in the human world and showing them everything up there through video call and stuff >.< Streamer but for an audience of one lmao (or 7 sometimes since I bet the brothers would like that too)

In love with Sally taking Dola to places in the Devildom??? ;w; I'm sure there's places where none of the brothers would really think to bring Dola or tell her about because why would they assume that she'd be interested in tattoos when she doesn't have any in her first year? Nor does she have any horns or tails or wings so why would they bring her to the body mod shops >.< Bet Sally would know about the more obscure art shows as well and beats Satan to the punch when it comes to either bringing Dola there or telling her about it, then when he finally gets to invite her she's already gone shdjkdfg

OOH and to add on to Dola showing and telling Sally about the human world... Would Sally be opposed to being summoned to go thirfting or something up there? :0 Or being taken to art and fashion shows...

Also... Since Sally's out of touch with humans & human stuff... Do they have their equivalent of Lucifer's iconic 'I've never cared when humans bred' line dhfjkfg... Just thinking about them dropping whatever their equivalent is like it's so casual and it makes Dola whip her head around to check if they're serious SO fast...

hdjfghfg anyway sorry for also rambling again >.< It's just so nice to think of Dola having friends beyond the brothers and purgatory boys but for some reason it's not as fun for me to make them myself >.>;;

#chat & colloquy #baalism #i also have this image of the brothers being so surprised that dola's finally made friends outside of them + purgatory boys after #more than 6 months in the devildom dflkjfg #idk why but its so entertaining to me + them eventually finding out she has a social life in the human world too #i like to think they just forget about mc having a life before and outside of them for like 90% of the time when theyre in the devildom

[whom-the-hell]

𝕿𝖔𝖝𝖎𝖈 𝖒𝖍𝖆 𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

Hey! It’s me, and I’m back from the dead. Sorry for not posting, I had to deal with some things in private.

Hope y’all enjoy these headcanons, I love y’all dearly.

And here are healthy headcanons of Katsuki and Dabi:

𝕶𝖆𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖐𝖎 𝕭𝖆𝖐𝖚𝖌𝖔𝖚: here

𝕯𝖆𝖇𝖎: here

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𝕿𝖔𝖝𝖎𝖈 𝖒𝖍𝖆 𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

𝕬𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖊: My hero academia/boku no hero academia

𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: Angst

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖉𝖊𝖉:

Katsuki Bakugou

Dabi

𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗!: These toxic headcanons that are included in this post are my opinion. If you don’t agree with me don’t come arguing to me.

Enjoy sweethearts <3

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𝕶𝖆𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖐𝖎 𝕭𝖆𝖐𝖚𝖌𝖔𝖚:

-Katsuki would be definitely a toxic boyfriend in a relationship. -Let me start off by saying that he abuses you. Both mentally and physically. Mentally: He would put you down for looking not like he wants for you to look. And say hurtful insults that get more hurtful by day. Physically: If you annoy him to the core that day -(which is every day and let me explain)- he would literally punch you. He once even used his quirk on you just for doing something he doesn’t like. -Now here’s the catch. Katsuki would get mad at you, because of minor things. For example: You accidentally dropped a spoon after cleaning up after yourself. And that would tick Bakugou off. -He would start screaming and shouting at you. Punching you and putting you down while saying on how worthless you are. -Katsuki gives me the vibes of not giving his s/o enough attention. -He doesn’t compliment you, doesn’t spend time with you and doesn’t even eat in the same place as you. -But, these actions might be excused. Right? Wrong. He doesn’t look at you after an argument, doesn’t talk to you, he doesn’t even help you whenever you’re hurt/feel bad. -He isn’t a supporting boyfriend either. And whenever you think he’s going to give you advice and support, he won’t. He doesn’t care about you. And I don’t even know why you are with him- -Katsuki does not smile to you, nor is he bringing you happiness. You just feel sad and helpless around him. -Whenever you watch a movie about a loving boyfriend your mind goes to Katsuki and think to yourself on what happened to both of you. -Now, if you’re the type of person who goes out really early in the morning and comes back really late at night after school/work, Katsuki will most definitely cheat. -He will get so touch starved he won’t have any way out than just do it with another person. Katsuki would cheat only when you are away, but if he enjoys doing the devils tango with another person a bit too much then expect him to be cheating on you every.single.day. -While cheating on you, Katsuki would get...nicer? He wouldn’t yell at you as much as he did before. And wouldn’t punch you anymore. So, does that mean things are getting better? -Again, no. Katsuki stopped abusing you as much because of two reasons. 1.He got tired of wasting his energy and time on someone like you. 2.He found someone who can satisfy his needs better than you. -So now the main question is, why not break up? -Well, Bakugou might have his reasons. Maybe you were there when he needed the most help, or maybe if he breaks up with you, he would feel like he lost something important. -Either way, he isn’t going to let go of you this easy.

𝕯𝖆𝖇𝖎:

-Don’t even get me started on this dude.

-First of all, he’s a fucking sadist.

He loves seeing you in pain as tears run down your cheeks.

-He loves seeing how you cry over him as he sits back and relaxes.

-This sick bastard gets pleasure out of you suffering.

He will smile to himself and think that he accomplished something by making you feel shitty that day.

For example: You can be crying and screaming out of pain as Dabi sits and looks at you while not being able to hold in his laughter.

-It’s so fun for him to just see you suffer he made a hobby out of it.

-Dabi is an overprotective boyfriend as I stated in my “Dabi as a boyfriend” headcanons. And now I’ll speak up more about this.

-He will not trust you in any way, shape or form. And when you’re hanging out with your friends, he will have a full-on tantrum about how you’re probably cheating on him and so on.

-He solved the problem by having a tracker on your phone, so he can see wherever you go.

-He will freak out if you don’t text him at the exact time, he told you, so he will walk/drive to the place you’re at and pick a fight with you for not texting him at exactly the time he told you to.

Someone might think that it’s a gesture of worry and insecurity, but that’s not true.

He is literally accusing you of cheating on him even if you’re out with your friends. And he is NOT scared to embarrass you in front of everyone for his own sake.

-But here’s the deal my sweet reader. This mf is literally cheating on you, while accusing you of cheating on him.

-He will have one night stands all the fucking time and even go as far as sleeping over at their places.

-He will spray their cologne/perfume on himself and make them leave love bites/marks on him on noticeable places.

-Why, you may ask. Well, he gets the drive of you figuring out he’s cheating on you, so later he can see you experience the feeling pain over and over again.

-Dabi will go as far as admitting it himself, and still having that stupid grin on his face.

-Now, if you ever try to break up with Dabi, he will...uh...

He would go full yandere mode on you, tying you up onto a chair and torturing you until you promise to stay with him.

-He would also use his quirk on you, just for fun 😊.

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Once again, I hope you enjoyed this shit post.

Remember that this is just my opinion, and I may be wrong.

Have a nice day/night and I’ll see you next time.

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[crystal-moon-101]

I wanna hear your take on Benlie and/or Benkai. You don’t have to ship them, just say a few things you could have done to make them smoother and healthier, friendship or romance. You could even have both if you have an idea on a better, cleaner break up story.

Ok, so I’m a Benlie person, 100%, and while I don’t ship Ben and Kai, I definitely think they deserved to be handled better. So I have rewritten how those relationships, along with a few others of Ben’s love life, have gone, and I’ll share it here. Warning, this does get a bit long, and does have some violence at a certain point, but I hope you enjoy my take on it!

So the start of Ben and Julie’s relationship in Alien Force is mostly the same, though I did adjust it that they somewhat knew each other before hand, having seen each other in school, especially since Ben’s soccer practice took place at the same time and same kind of area as the girl’s tennis practice.  Ben asks her out, Ship appears and becomes her pet, Julie starts understanding the alien better, sees Ben have 14 moth children, the basic stuff from canon. However, my major changes start during season 3 of Alien Force, the part of the series that took quite the nose dive in terms of character arcs. I still have it that Ben and Julie start to have issues and argue, but in believable ways, and they still clearly love each other. The issues arise when Ben does start to get cocky a little, due to all the praise he’s getting from saving the galaxy from the High-Breed, and his accomplishment surrounding that are huge, since he hasn’t won something like that before. Again, doesn’t help that half the galaxy keeps praising him and treating him like a God, but Ben does still be a hero, and even starts to get anxieties since now he’s starting to deal with bigger issues, more people demanding for him to help their planets around the galaxy, and Ben wants to be that hero for them...but there is only so much he can do. He does love the admiration from everyone, feeling special and all that, but he does start to make him feel different, in and odd way...He’s struggle to connect with his human grounds now, due to constantly turning into aliens and spending time out in space, his relationship with earth just isn’t the same anymore. And even them, aliens around him treat him as something else too, like he’s not human or an alien, he’s something else, and not knowing what makes him nervous. To mask all of these fears, he uses his over-confident nature like a mask, and it does get pretty bad for a month or two until Gwen, Julie and Kevin make him see reason. Meanwhile, Julie is struggling in her own right after the High-Breed war. She was happy to have fought in it to protect her home and people, but after seeing a proper glimpse of the alien worlds outside of earth...she will admit that scares her. She didn’t go off world like when Kevin, Gwen and Ben did, mostly waiting for them on earth and did missions there with them, even lending them Ship when they needed it. While she didn’t judge Ben and was willing to live with idea of aliens after their first date, like adopting Ship, she still have a lot to process about there being alien life. It’s much harder on her than it was for Ben, because he learnt about it when he was young, his entire family knew about it and could support him through it, and even the Omnitrix provided better understandings for him. Julie...she didn’t have any of that. It was just her dad, Ship and her, and while Ship was a good start, he was still just one tiny piece of the outside world around her. She knew she’d have to accept it over time, now that she knew the truth, and especially when earth starts learning that truth too, but at times it felt like she wasn’t allowed to process. She doesn’t blame Ben for it, as he’s so use to it all by now, but there have been many moments where he seems to forget she is very early to this whole alien concept compared to him. She was afraid she couldn’t catch up, and even has moments where she didn’t want to take a step forward, afraid of what she might find. So she started joining less and less missions with Ben, Gwen and Kevin, and while she still hanged out with them, she tried not to get involved with their alien business. She will admit, maybe a part of her wished she didn’t know about alien life at times, to have a life back when things seemed more simple.

So these deep feelings from both Ben and Julie spark arguments, because both are unsure with themselves, thus unsure in relationships with others, especially each other, with Julie thinking she couldn’t keep up with Ben, and Ben thinking he couldn’t slow down for her. And it all eventually led to a point where things had to stop... And unlike Omniverse’s god awful handle of the break up, I instead had it like this. Julie is the one who starts the conversation, having called Ben over to her. She’s honest with him, saying that it’s just not working out, and that they should find different people that work for them. Ben does beg a little at first, saying he’ll try better, but Julie knows that right now they can’t be a happy couple and need space, and Ben eventually agrees, but it still hurts. It hurts more when Gwen and Kevin leave too, and Julie also goes on a tennis tournament in France, so Ben has to deal with the loneliness he feels for a while, even when Rook joins his side. Meanwhile, Julie meets Herve in France, who was taking photographs for sport magazines. The two talk and eventually hit it off, Julie somewhat clinging a little as Herve is very much the down to earth and normal human guy she thought she wanted, someone who wasn’t related to any alien business. She does miss Ben, a part of her not letting go, and while the two agreed to remain friends, they did drift a little over time. They would still voice chat, send some text and Ben would check up on her tournaments when he could, but both of their lives got rather busy and they drifted away for a couple of months, though still dearly missing each other. Ben takes his time to heal, still dealing with all the other problems he’s facing, especially the whole “Am I human, am I alien, am I something else?” and “How much of a hero am I without the watch?”. His friendship with Rook grows pretty well, and he settles somethings with Gwen and Kevin since they moved to university. So most relationships of his are going well, expect for romantic relationships...  He struggles to settle and commit to most of them, and mostly dates around for a bit, spending some time with people like Looma, Rook Shar, even Attea on one date. He does eventually settle with Ester for a bit, and the two seem like a good match. Both fun loving, eager for adventure, and enjoy each other’s company. And Ben did try and make it work, he really did, Ester was a great girl and he wanted the best for her but...again, it was hard for them to keep up with each other. Ester is a girl full of energy, and very much wants to do something 24/7, and while she doesn’t fault Ben, she will admit she does get lonely when he spends so much time off on missions she can’t join in, and the two break it off when Ben couldn’t be what she needed. But they are still close friends and hang out pretty often. Again, alone in his love life, Ben felt hopeless in it. Was he cursed to be single for the rest of his life? So when Kai came back into his life, his first proper crush he can remember, he will admit that maybe he jumped into things too quickly. There was no Kenny time traveling nonsense in this version, no fate tying to together, rather just two young teens jumping into a relationship neither ended up wanting. But they stuck with it for a while because they felt like they had to, despite the arguments and bickering. Both were scared to be alone, as Ben couldn’t lose another girlfriend, and Kai realized just how lonely her work made her feel. They didn’t hate each other, they just weren’t in love. It didn’t help that, since Julie returned to Bellwood with Herve, Ben felt jealous at Herve. Which annoyed him, because Herve was actually a really nice person, and gave Julie a lot of love. Really, it was more Ben angry at himself that he couldn’t provide the things Julie needed...And while Julie and Ben did talk and hang out from time to time, Ben was distance often, even when Julie reached out to him. It was just...seeing her so happy, living a normal life, Ben didn’t want to taint that with his presence.  It wasn’t until one fateful day that things started to turn around, though the start was pretty bad. It was another day, another fight with Vilgax, who was rampaging through the streets, clashing with Plumbers, Ben and Rook. Julie and Herve had been nearby when it started, and the two decided to help get civilians to safety, splitting up at one point to cover more ground. Julie ran into Rook and Ben, who tried to usher Julie away, but unfortunately Vilgax noticed her, and saw Ben’s panic of worry for Julie to run. It didn’t take long for Vilgax to remember who this young teenage girl was, and decided to use her as hostage against Ben. Seeing his arch nemesis using someone he secretly still loved as hostage, not to mention he had a pretty bad week before hand, Ben just...kind of snapped. He didn’t go easy on Vilgax for once, switching between multiple aliens rapidly to stomp Vilgax into the ground. (Side Note: I have the headcanon that, while Ben can do rapid transformation, if he does so many in a short amount of time, he does get a mild side affect of his emotions being amplified, due to his brain having tumbled around from the quick transformations.)   By the time the Plumbers and Rook arrived, the two city blocks had been trashed and Vilgax was burred into the road. Due to the side affect of multi  rapid transformations, Ben was protectively holding onto Julie, who had passed out from some injures from Vilgax (Nothing major, but the stress of it did make her lose conscious). They managed to pry Julie away, while Ben was taken away to calm down, needing to give his body and mind for a rest. Julie was taken to a Plumber hospital, and she woke up fairly soon with mild injures that wouldn’t be too much of a hassle to heal over the next few weeks. Many visited her, including Herve, her dad, Gwen and Kevin, along with Ship her stayed by her the entire time. It took a long while for Ben to show up, mostly because he was nervous and felt ashamed by how he acted, but Gwen gave him a good peep talk and convinced him to go.   It started off a little awkward, but simple, Ben checking how she was feeling, with her also making sure he was ok too. They catched up a bit, even laughing over some old memories, which eventually lead into a small discussion about their past relationship, both finally properly apologizing for how they acted, even clearly up a few things that were worried over, like Ben admitting that he had been avoiding Julie because he thought it was better for her, and not because he hated her or anything. Buttt, one thing lead to another and well...the two kissed in the heat of the moment, both going in for it, and for a few seconds it was bliss...until they both realized what they were doing, and understanding that one, Julie was still dating Herve, and second, Ben was still dating Kai. Flustered, Ben rushed out of there, with Julie panicking over what they did.

The two keep it a secret, not wanting people to know what happened between them, and when Julie got out of the hospital, they kind of awkwardly avoided each other, needing to think about things. They clearly still held feelings, but they were both dating other people and were scared to mess up with each other again. Cue them somehow almost always bumping into each other, like the gods themselves were trying to make them suffer, and their feelings becoming more and more obvious, but neither making a move of any kind. Ben confides in Kevin, Gwen and Rook, even admitting to his feelings and the kiss to them, and while they give him advice, they know it’s up to him and Julie to sort things out.

But Ben avoids it again, not ready and unsure in himself. He already messed up many relationships before hand, including with Julie, so what if it all went downhill again...And Julie questioned herself, she had been avoiding space and alien life for so long, thinking it would make her happy, but she starts to realize that no...it’s not making her happy, trying to deny something outside of her bubble just wasn’t working anymore, especially with her feelings towards Ben. However, after some long thinking, Ben decides to at least do one thing. So he organizes a get together with Kai at a cafe, needing to talk to her. The two have a sit down and Ben explains that this relationship isn’t working, and that they shouldn’t keep trying to make something that isn’t there to happen. Kai agrees, both feeling some stress loosen from their shoulders, and they still decide to be friends, feeling much more comfortable with a relationship like that, even sharing a nice hot chocolate together at the cafe. And so while Ben goes to deal with the other problem in his love life, Kai may or may not end up catching up with Ester in the process~ While Ben makes plans on what to do next, he and Rook are ended up being called over to a Plumber Prison base, to make plans to move Vilgax finally. Little did they know, Vilgax prepared for this. You see, a part of him already knew he’d be capture again, sent to this base to await movement, so the last time he was here, he built up some allies on the inside, and eventually the outside. He also knew Ben would show up, so he made a plan to make sure the Omnitrix wouldn’t get in the way. After how Ben stomped him into the streets before, Vilgax was looking for some nasty revenge. Not really kill Ben...but something more traumatic.  So when Ben and Rook show up, surprise surprise, Vilgax isn’t in his cell. While Rook talks to some of the guards, Ben searches Vilgax’s cell for clues, only for it to suddenly turn on, along with it’s defenses, including an electric shock that surprises Ben, and causes the watch to bug out, unable to be used. Rook check on Ben, but next thing anyone knows, alarms start blaring and almost all cells open, and prisoners start running while. Since Ben’s watch is down, and many people here hate him, Rook wants to keep him safe and tries to escort off the base. But Ben being Ben, he wanted to help, and rushed off to try and help some injured guards here and there, with Rook following. However, some prisoners, who were secretly working under Vilgax, skillfully guide Rook and Ben away from each other, and eventually trap Ben in a lone room, but not by himself. There, Vilgax was waiting for him, and since Ben didn’t have the watch to help, he was screwed. Vilgax knocked him around a few times, though being careful enough to not instantly kill Ben with his strength, before deciding finally to make the hero suffer. (Warning here for those who are squeamish) He does so but taking the tip of one of his claws, and dragging it down Ben’s arms, damaging his nerves. He would have done more, if not for Rook, the guards and some Plumber bursting in and chasing him off, saving Ben before he could bleed out, but the boy did pass out and wouldn’t wake up for a long while. People were, of course, scared...particularly Ben’s friends and family, who visited him everyday, mostly Max and surprisingly Azmuth, who also fixed the watch to help in Ben’s recovery. Gwen and Kevin ended up being the ones to inform Julie what happened, when she noticed Ben wasn’t around, and hearing that Ben almost died...it scared Julie. She didn’t want to lose him, of course, but also the idea that he could have died while they still had issues to fix...she didn’t want it to end like that, for things to be so messy and unclear. So when Herve saw her look down and upset, and getting her to explain what happened to Ben, the two talked. Herve admits that for a while he knew Julie still had feelings for Ben, and could tell that things weren’t so cut and dry between them, especially when he got to met Ben himself. He also admits that maybe Julie and Herve are, in a way, maybe a little too perfect for each other. Their relationship is stagnant at times, with not a lot of growth because never healthy challenges the other. So with no hard feelings whatsoever, Herve says that if Julie wants too, the two can break up but still remain friends, and Julie thanks him, agreeing too and even asking that she hopes he can still be her photographer. And for the next few weeks, Julie visits Ben with some of the others from time to time, hoping he’ll be ok so they can talk... Eventually, Ben wakes up, Azmuth having been there when he did so, and helps to catch the young boy up on what happened. Ben notices that, while his arms have been healing finely enough, his nerves are a little slow in the process, having not fully recovered, shown by him unable to keep his arms and hands steady, constantly shaking when moving them. It scares him, even when Azmuth reassures him that they’ll heal thanks to the watch...Ben just can’t help but feel like if they don’t heal, then he may have to give up the hero business in the end, even if that’s just his fears playing tricks on him.  So during his recovery, people come visit him, making sure he’s ok. Until eventually, Julie shows up, wanting to make sure he’s ok, and knowing they had to talk. They couldn’t keep putting it off, especially after something like this, and Ben finally agrees to stop running and to finally clear things out. They discuss a little more about their past relationship, about their insecurities during it, and where they go from here, both mentioning they’ve broken up with Herve and Kai.  They talk some more, relaxing in each other’s company, and admit to their feelings, both deep down knowing they want to give it another go. And since they’ve had time apart, learnt from new experiences, they decide that maybe they can try, taking it slow and see where it will go. And the two kiss, and for once in a very long time...it feels right. As said, they take things slow, and after everything that happened in the past few years, things actually go well for them. There are, of course, hiccups there and here, but they’re matured enough to know how to talk things through, and solve problems together.  Ben does start to recover more and leave the hospital, and while he nerves aren’t fully healed by them, they will eventually. And while the two go one small dates during his healing, catching up and being blissfully happy with each other, they end up bumping into Kai and Ester, who appear to also be dating now. One thing led to another and the four end up going on double dates fairly often, having fun times together, Ben 100% supporting his two exs dating, seeing how happy they are. Julie, Ester and Kai even like to share cheesy stories of when Ben was their boyfriend, and he loves to play alone with it too.   And that, is my take on Ben and Julie’s relationship! 💚💗

#Dear god I didn't mean to make this so long... #But I didn't know how to shorten it #So cheers to those that actually read this whole thing #Hope you enjoy #Ben 10 #ben 10 alien force #ben 10 ultimate alien #ben 10 omniverse #B10 #ben tennyson #julie yamamoto #Kai Green #Ester #Ben 10 Benlie #Benlie #EsterXKai #KaiXEster #Ben 10 Rewrite #My Answers

[army-of-bee-assassins]

Answer with 3 random facts about yourself. Let’s get to know the person behind the blog! tagged by @lichfucker ty tess

1. i am learning braille. mostly visually, though i’m trying to also run my fingertips on it to see if my brain can start picking up that pattern as well. i feel pretty good about uncontracted braille. and i’ve learned some contractions. but hoo boy do some of them start getting wild. like single word contractions are fine but then you start getting two letter contractions like st and ch and sh and th and er and words quickly become incomprehensible to me. oh typing braille is good tho. something satisfying about typing with just six keys and making words. esp when using a perkins brailler because that is literally just a typewriter for braille so it’s a good clicky-clacky feel.

2. i once spent a summer working with the forest service in a small town in southeast alaska. got to a ride a helicopter for all of 5 minutes because they were being nice. they needed the helicopter to transport wood and supplies for the trail my team was repairing (which was up a big hill without roads), and they were like “well okay you can take the helicopter up too instead of hiking”. the 5 minute helicopter ride was fun. the two separate five day stints of camping on that hill to work on that trail were miserable lol.

3. actually that miserable time camping while doing trail work leads me to a tangent. back then i used to have an arrhythmia that cropped up periodically, where my heart would start going over 200 bpm for hours and hours for no reason. i was on medication for it at the time (i've since had it corrected with minor surgery). while on that first five day stint camping, there was one night where i was all curled up in my sleeping bag about to fall asleep when i realized i had forgotten to take my meds. i was tired and didn't wanna get up to take them, and then i had the thought, "what if i don't take my meds and i get the arrhythmia and get to go home early and not camp". i also had the thought that this probably wouldn't work at all, but i was still feeling lazy so i didn't take my meds. the next night i took them bc like i wasn't gonna be that deliberate in fucking up my heart. but then like 30 min later the arrhythmia started so my dumb plan had worked. i got to hike an hour and a half down the hill with my supervisor in the dark (carrying bear spray and periodically shouting "hey bear, whoa bear" to scare off potential bears - we didn't see/hear any), and by the time we reached the bottom my heart was beating normally again. so i didn't have to go to the er after all and just went home and missed the last day of trail work. mission accomplished. i did feel a bit guilty about it but after the program was over and i told my team about it they thought it was hilarious.

i'll tag @thistlegug @capitalnineteen @airen-the-worthy. if you wanna do it, great, if not, that's cool too. also if you follow me and you wanna do this feel free to say i tagged you.

#this got longer than expected bc as always i cannot tell stories concisely #tag game