notes: just something silly :”) for those who aren’t familiar with twitch, subscriptions have three tiers where tier 3 subscription is the highest (and most expensive). it’s kind of a joke on twitch that tier 3 subs are like viewers who basically give their life savings to the streamers!
summary: in which kodzuken’s twitch chat goes crazy because who is that in his follow and donation gifs. - kenma/oc
When you see the notification on top of your Twitch app, it becomes almost like a habit that you tune into Kenma’s stream. Although you would like to think you’re there relatively fast, he already has hundreds of viewers as he’s waiting in queue for his game to start. He’s chatting about the new patch and what he thinks about the new changes. You think it’s adorable how some strands loosely fall out of his bun and there are little sparks in his eyes as he talks about the game. You catch the slightest glimpse of cat scrunchie you gifted him as a joke the other day, and it brings a smile to your face.
TWO TYRANTS WERE DETHRONED TODAY
Am I currently crying over the clone wars for the fifth time this week because I decided to rewatch it and I’m only on like season 4 but I’m. So hurt? Yes, yes I am
in an alternate universe i’m a prince called sam (it’s an amazing name ok) and i have a lot of cool magic and i’m secretly friends with pirates
Jerome, telling the cultists about his mom
indirectly: i’ve never talked to my mom about any of this but i’d figured i’d tell all of you
It says “My girlfriend and I got the first ultrasound picture of our baby.”
My first thought, lucky ladies. I haven’t even thought about a man being involved. My queer ass…
Saw someone else post this, saved it, promptly forgot about it along with who posted it. Anyway send me one of these if you want
not me thinking about hera syndulla visiting shara bay after the war and also maybe turning it into a kanera thing unintentially.
couldn’t be me.
fandom: star wars rebels (post series)
word count: 1.3k
It was strange being back on Yavin IV after all these years. Hera hadn’t returned since the rebellion had fled to the safety of Hoth’s icy walls. And after the war ended, she returned to Lothal - the only place that felt like home these days. But it was nice to return to the lush, green planet and see the round orange ball of Yavin Prime hanging overhead. Jacen certainly loved to see it.
He leaned forward in the co-pilot’s seat, his teal eyes wide with wonder. Kanan’s eyes, she thought. Hera swung around the crumbling ruins of the Massassi temple before directing the Ghost towards the small settlement to the south and bringing her ship down on the rough patch of grass beside a familiar home.
Two figures stood by the makeshift landing field, one bouncing up and down with excitement, while the other stood with a hand raised to her face to block out the sun.
“Look mama!” Jacen squealed, rising to his knees. “It’s Poe!”
“I see him love.” she responded, shutting down the engines.
“Can I go see him?”
“Just wait, I’ll go with you.” The rumble of the Ghost slowly faded as Hera flipped a switch to lower the ramp. She waved to Shara from the cockpit before picking her son up and placing him on her shoulders. His little arms circled her neck, holding tightly as she climbed down the ladder into the hold. The second her feet hit the durasteel he was scrambling down to rush after his friend.
“You made it here in good time! I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow!” Shara Bey called as Hera descended the ramp. Her long dark hair was tied back in a loose braid over her shoulder.
Hera chuckled, watching her son’s green head disappear into the garden along with Poe, the younger boy chasing after his heels. “Traveling’s a lot easier these days without the Empire around.”
Shara stepped forward and wrapped Hera up in a hug. “It’s good to see you General.”
“Likewise Lieutenant.” She hugged back. Hera had lost count how many times she had told her old friend that there was no need to stand on formalities now that was war was over, but some times, old habits never died.
At that point in my fandom experience where I feel guilty for not commenting on a fic….but I don’t have enough active braincells to give thoughtful commentary rn 😭 So we r starving ourselves of serotonin lads 🤪
“So what are you?” A-Qing asks.
Zan-er doesn’t look up from the small block of wood he’s carving.
A-Qing can’t see what he’s making from this angle, but she already knows it looks far better than the hacked at chunk in her own hands. Her hands aren’t made to create things. They’re rough with callouses and covered in branching scars. They’re ugly things. She’s an ugly thing. She is not meant to make beautiful things. But that’s fine because she is not interested in making beautiful things. She’s too angry to make beautiful things.
Hairong had disagreed, she could tell, but she hadn’t argued with A-Qing. He Xuan had frowned and called her an idiot, but he hadn’t argued either. Zan-er had just smiled and put a block of wood in her hands and told her to try anyway.
And she did try. Is still trying. Because Zan-er is the one who asked her. He didn’t tell her to do, he just asked her to try. So she does, even though she doesn’t think anything will come of it.
There is something oddly meditative though, about hacking into a block of wood. It’s soothing, in a weird way, to whittle the wood down into nothing.
“What do you mean?” Zan-er asks.
“You’re not a ghost,” she says. “You’re not dead. But you’re so old for something that’s still alive.” She squints at him suspiciously. “Are you a god?”
Zan-er hums, lips quirking up in a small smile as he continues carving. “I’m not that special.”
A-Qing scoffs. “Gods aren’t special,” she mutters mutinously.
Zan-er huffs a laugh at her.
“So you’re not a ghost and you’re not a god and you’re not human,” she ponders.
“Who said I wasn’t human?” Zan-er asks.
A-Qing blinks. “There’s no way,” she says after a beat, “You’re too old to be human.”
Zan-er shrugs. “I never ascended. I never even cultivated. Not at first anyway. You pick up some tricks after a while whether you mean to or not.”
Her gaze is such a heavy thing that Zan-er looks up at her as the silence stretches between them. He smiles at her, he always smiles at her. Zan-er smiles just for her and just for He Xuan and just for Hairong. Soft gentle things that shine brighter than the sun.
A small, sad tilt of his lips and eyes so, so old. Zan-er smiles at her.
A-Qing hates it.
“I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, is all,” he says, “And now I can’t die.”
There’s such a heaviness in that single sentence that A-Qing feels it crush her chest. She doesn’t need to breathe. Not anymore. But she remembers what it felt like to need air and not be able to get it. She knows without asking that he’s tried before. She knows what death looks like. It isn’t always a violent bloody thing. Sometimes it’s just quiet. Quiet and still and aching.
She doesn’t realize she crushed the wood block in her grasp to dust until Zan-er takes her hand.
“It’s not so bad now,” he says, his smile grows warmer and the sight of it soothes the edges of the raging storm building inside her chest. “I have you, after all. And Xuan-ge and Rong-jie.”
He places his carving in her hand and she looks down.
It’s in flight, wings spread wide, its long tail feathers trailing behind it. She runs her fingertips over the etching of the feathers, the detailing on the beak and crest, feeling each groove even with her worn, rough hands.
Zan-er was made to make beautiful things.
Zan-er is a beautiful thing.
“I think that’s pretty good, actually,” Zan-er says softly, smiling just for her, “Don’t you agree?”
A-Qing curls her fingers around the phoenix.
All of 1-A has been or is currently a vigilante that Aizawa has worked with in the past. Each is panicked thinking Aizawa is going to find out one way or another and will expel them or arrest them and they have no idea about the others being vigilantes so they can’t talk to each other about it.
Aizawa on the other hand is very aware all of his students were vigilantes he had worked with and it’s half the reason he refuses to do expel anyone cause he knows they’ll just go out without proper back up and remain illegal entities and he can’t do that cause they’re children so he’s stuck just complaining to Hizashi about it.
❛❛ ❜❜ questions the depths of her dream like the other mysterious layers of their livelihood altogether. where there are always more questions than there are answers. but her dream cannot foresee such futures beyond, it is only a wish, a yearning, a belief. if nothing else, she must feel those things for him..
𝙸𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙴𝙽𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷.
❛❛ ❜❜ there is someone invading his own dreamlands at night too, of things he’d much rather leave beneath closed eyes than to breath life into them. unpleasant and waking, they were.
she radiates a smile against her confession, like a certain vow said during matrimony, like she had all but descended back down from heaven with the means to bless him.
𝙸𝚃 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝙰 𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼.
he was all but there and yet, he is forsaken to share in her fervor. a most violent sever of emotion, it is an emptied promise, what could be vs. what will be to come.. IT IS AN OMEN OF DEATH. it doesn’t quiet feel right, and it leaves him colder than his winferfell home ever had.
To be honest there are certain characters that I am really attracted to and like a lot. But the fandom tends to write a lot of well-rounded badass yet caring characters, as extremely rude and downright assholes to their partners both in and out of the bedroom.
Especially trying to put said characters to only doing really rough stuff including degrading, impact play, being dominant without their partners say in it, and so on and so forth.
And it can get to the point of it being super concerning. For example, how much the fandom just hypersexualizes Hawks.
I’m going to admit something very personal. There was a period of time where Hawks was honestly becoming a bit of a comfort character for me. Unfortunately I havn’t been able to watch the scenes he was in because endeavor is a very triggering character for me. But because of all of the comfort videos I’ve listened to, the absolute waves of gorgeous Hawks cosplayers on tiktok including their comfort videos, and the very rare exceptionally sweet fics of him that I’ve been very lucky to come across - he’s still a weakness for me.
Unfortunately had an extremely bad experience with a hawks role player and they kept trying to have Hawks do dubc0n and n0nc0n stuff to my oc no matter how much I begged and pleaded for them to stop. Because it was very triggering for me as a s.a. survivor. So for a while I have been taking a break away from Hawks as a character because of that association.
And it just makes me extremely sad in the fact that people just try to say that he’s the type of character that would do something like that, and/or cheat on his partner, force his partner to do anything and everything.
Like this isn’t the character that has been through so much freaking trauma, probably has no sense of true safety and feeling understood in his life, and wouldn’t completely absolutely benefit from an extremely loving passionate stable relationship of any kind whether it be best-friends-with-benefits or an actual romantic relationship.
I desperately want to fill that need for him, and the other characters that I love that are like him in that way. My brain being my anxious brain is worried how communication before le sexy times would go.
Because when it comes to being a submissive, I am like a slug lol. 1- Very slow in needing a lot of trust and in communication beforehand as well as foreplay. 2- Eating sugar as in needing everything to be sweet- praise, reassurance, eye contact, passion, being vocal, feeling safe and appreciated. 3- And that salt will destroy me- anything rough in nature like impact play of any kind including hair pulling, bondage, being degraded even to smallest bit of being called a slut, etc will indeed in fact trigger my ptsd and make me get the fuck away from the other person in every single way possible.
Usually in order to feel safe I have to be in control. But when I get hella insecure, I just want someone to heavily indulge my body worship and intimacy kink and very softly d0m me. Like me softly sucking on their fingertips while they whisper compliments and leave kisses and hickies all over my curves. Passionate intimate s3x where I can feel safe. There’s so many times where I desperately wish I could be submissive just so I can let go and be completely taken over by all the pleasure without having to worry.
And there are specific characters that I would trust to do that for me.
Like Aizawa could waltz into my inbox and call me kitten and I would be like “… You want me on the bed?~” asap (cuz being called kitten is one of my ultimate weaknesses).
Or Hawks could call me “beautiful baby bird” and I would seriously consider getting lingerie that has wings on it just for him so he could tease me gently about going to make me ‘sing’ for him (I am extremely vocal and loud in bed don’t judge me lmao).
Or making a pact with Sebastian Michaelis where he helps take care of my ~needs~ with other wordly orgasms and also tender aftercare where I am perfectly okay with him taking my soul, nay, I probably end up becoming a demon myself by the end of it (I have a thing for demons and yeah lol).
But how I see them and the way that I need them, is so different than what is considered popular for the fanon versions of them. I am so yearning and desperate for their characters and character anons but I don’t want to get the rough fanon version. That’s what I’m worried about.
Hey @beccasafan what does it say about me that I imported your Harry and Louis calendars into my WORK calendar?
the way that will is absolutely losing it………relatable
Kai’s been working hard to get good grades in his class. He’s been building up his Robotics skills and writing a term paper for his class all week!
“Blizzeta is dead,” she stated. “My name is Icy.”