#(FWIENDSHIP)

[cariocake]

rewatching dawn of justice and melting at how often the bad kids help each other . its everyone squaring up with kipperlilly when she comes for kristen, its them helping adaine get from 4 to an unnatural 20 with her hottie, its everyone showing up for riz' first game with the owlbears, its adaine shooting off chromatic orbs behind fig when she's rocking out, its them all lurking outside bobby dawn's office ready to POP off for kristen

[gnawing-suspicion]

end of the year always makes me sappy so can I just say

starting to write and share fanfic this year has been the first time I’ve felt confident in my writing and been genuinely happy just making and sharing something creative :3

it’s fun to share this secret life with other weirdos!! it’s fun to make totally self-indulgent smut and brighten somebody’s day with it. writing something I think is beyond insane and then waking up to keysmashes and fire emojis from strangers who Get Me? sharing unhinged ideas with other writers and forming these strange, anonymous yet wildly personal friendships?

it’s so freeing and gratifying and like… idk weirdly anti-capitalist? seems like most of us do this for the love of the game

it’s been cool, that’s all 🖤 kiss kiss

[shiroselia]

Born too early for something

Born too late for whatever

Born just at the right time to get to know the people I call my friends

[kitkat-the-muffin]

Even if the scenario never happens it's cute to know that they're close enough for the possibility

Is there anyone who Tumblr lets draw smiley faces on his top surgury scars? (this is kinda based on an inside joke me and my friends have-)

The only person who may be close enough to do that is Ao3, but generally he doesn’t like being touched.

[pauls1967moustache]

the revolution wasn't bad we hit the streets with all we had

[maid-of-the-golden-deer]

found a book (10 in a series that goes over the whole show i presume) that adapts episodes into short stories and this is from the empath and its KILLING me

not only does it explicitly call what spock feels for his friends Love by the most reliable expressor of emotions in the series, a literal empath, but posits that bones didnt only volunteer to undergo the vian's tortue bc hes so noble of spirit, but bc gem reveals to him that spock himself tries to volunteer out of that same love

im gonna cry. scream. biting and thrashing none of them can properly express themself but they love each other so much anyway

[nugulover69]

[still-breathing-au-p3r]

A figure surges into existence behind Aragaki, black and bronze and earthen red.

Castor’s mount had been unmoving iron, but this Persona sits astride a horse that tosses its head and slashes at the air with its gleaming hooves.

A round shield is strapped to one of its arms, and that same hand brandishes a long, glinting spear. The other hand grips the reins; tucked under that arm is a fearsome helmet fashioned to resemble a horse’s skull, polished to mirror brightness and crowned with a tall red crest.

There’s a hole in the center of the figure’s armored chest, and within it floats an elegantly carved lance, glittering like garnet.

The most striking change of all is the face: Castor’s hollow skeletal stare replaced by the face of a living man with noble features and a neatly trimmed beard, his expression at once both stern and serene.

Aragaki’s Persona shifts in its saddle and swings the point of its spear at the charging Shadow.

The concussive boom of Heat Wave rattles the bricks under Minato and the teeth in his gums, and then the Shadow simply is not there anymore. All that remains is a fine layer of gritty black soot fanning out across the courtyard.

Oh, right. Aragaki can just– do that.

It’s been so long since they’d last fought together that Minato had almost forgotten how ridiculously strong he is.

“Holy shit, Senpai.” The words come out slurred, mushy, and awestruck.

Aragaki sinks down to his knees and laughs between ragged breaths, tired but loud and genuine. It turns into a short burst of dry coughing that he has to bury into his sleeve, but doesn’t seem like he’s in pain again– just winded and thoroughly exhausted.

“Never heard you swear before,” he says, shifting his weight around to sit instead of kneel, his evoker scraping against the concrete before he returns it to its holster. He digs through one of his pockets and tosses something small and shining towards Minato. “Here, I think you need this more than– well don’t lose it, dumbass. I only brought one of those.” The exasperation in Aragaki’s tone is undercut by mirth.

Minato manages to get his hand on the bead after only a few seconds of fumbling for it– five if he’s charitable, seven if he’s honest. He crushes it under the heel of his hand and its cool, balmy magic washes over him, rinsing away his dizziness and the pain of his broken arm.

Once he’s back on his feet, Minato summons Hariti to return the favor. Aragaki’s whole body goes slack with relief as the spell settles over him. Minato doesn’t duck down to try and lift Aragaki from the ground this time, just offers his hand. Aragaki takes it without complaint and pulls himself upright.

“Aragaki-senpai, that was incredible!” Fuuka enthuses. Minato can practically see her bouncing in place and clapping.

“You did it,” he follows up.

Minato catches the hint of a smile on Aragaki’s face before he covers it with his hand under the pretense of wiping away sweat from his upper lip. 

“Yeah well, I felt kinda sorry for you, watchin’ you eat dirt like that. I couldn’t let that– whatever-the-hell thing just get away with it. So…yeah. I guess I did.”

He’s reminded of Yukari again– the first time she had used Theurgy, swooping in and saving his life when he was knocked down. Minato can’t prevent a soft smile of his own from creeping along his mouth.

Part of it is that the realization of just how many similarities there are between Yukari and Aragaki, of all people, is a very funny one, and part of it is that–

That it’s really nice to feel so cared for.

“How do you feel?” Minato asks.

“Like I got hit by a damn train.” Aragaki rolls his neck until it makes a truly abominable cracking sound. “...Better than I have in a while,” he amends softly. “Probably still got a ways to go, it’s not like I’m cured or anything. But… I think it’ll be easier now. Hopefully.”

Minato nods. Finally summoning his Persona again wouldn’t just magically erase all of the terrible things that led Aragaki to this point. It’s still going to take some time, but– as far as first steps go, this is a pretty great one.

“Anything else we oughta watch out for, Yamagishi?”

“No, I don’t think so. All Shadow activity in the tower is currently normal, so it doesn’t look like you attracted any more attention. And there’s less than thirty seconds until the Dark Hour ends.”

Just as Fuuka finishes speaking, the light changes from brackish green to the normal silver-blue of midnight. A cricket begins to chirp nearby. A breeze that had been trapped in the Dark Hour’s stillness picks up again, sending a few brown leaves skittering along the ground. Aragaki shivers and tugs the edges of his coat together against it.

They both take a minute to assure Fuuka that she doesn’t need to wait up for them and should go ahead and get some rest.

“C’mon, we’d better get movin’,” Aragaki says once Fuuka’s line goes dormant, glancing over at the school doors. “Last thing we need is security to spot us.” He starts off in the direction of the dorms; Minato follows.

“So. Hector…?” Minato nudges.

“Of Troy.” Aragaki rolls his eyes, but Minato isn’t fooled. He can spot the begrudging fondness in the gesture as clearly as anything, although he is a little surprised not to be called nosy again. “You wanna know more, you’re better off doing your own research. Don’t have the energy for tellin’ bedtime stories right now.”

Minato definitely can’t blame him for that. He’ll have to remember to look it up tomorrow, or perhaps ask Fuuka. …Hopefully he’ll remember to.

They continue on in silence for a while, until a splotch of light and color in the corner of Minato’s eye captures his attention. He breaks away and angles towards the source, digging around in his pocket.

“What the hell are you doin’?” Aragaki grumbles as Minato slots the first of his coins into the vending machine.

“I’m thirsty– that’s why I was up. I never got to grab something to drink, though. I got distracted,” he adds gravely. Aragaki replies only with an incredulous grunt. “Do you want anything, Senpai?”

“Y’know what, sure,” Aragaki sighs, sounding defeated. “Whatever’s fine. Pick something for me.”

Minato nods and slides another coin into the machine. A moment later he’s depositing a can into Aragaki’s palm. Aragaki snorts at the label.

“Mad Bull. Hilarious.”

Minato nods with sage dignity. “I know,” he says. Aragaki tries to cover up his laugh with a cough, but he still can’t fool Minato. 

He holds out his can for a toast. Aragaki stares at it flatly for a long moment, but he does return the gesture, clinking the edge of his can against Minato’s before they open them.

[your-fave-is-bi]

Man. I have this moment always after a friends hangout like this but it is so special and nice to have a friend group like ours. Where we just do these things together. We show up in sweatpants to each others’ apartments n we bring snacks n drinks n we chill n crack jokes and new inside jokes form from all of it and we share things that were very fundamental to who we are and just aaah. And we just do that. We get together n we just do that.

The fact that I know these people like me and like being around me and think im funny or worth the time to listen to the trivia i have abt this or that. Its so nice. And it feels so rare to have as someone with like. All my undiagnosed but definitely there stuff.

And yet it is. This friend group exists. And we share stuff and we respect each other and we love one another and just. Aaaahh. Fwiendship…

[loganator]

Omg wait. You reblogged the fr post. Does that mean you play please please can i have your username let's be friends i'll send you research notes (/not forced!)

I used to LOVE fr but I haven’t played in quite some time!!!! Here’s some of my REALLY old art of my fave dragons :3

My username on there is xarian! I wanna change my username real bad but I’d have to buy gems lol

BUT!!!!! I DO keep up with the updates and I love the little chunky dragons they added :3

My faves are imperials and my super fave of all my dragons is the head of my lair! He inspired Kaavah too from my comic which is cool :D

Add me and next time I login I’ll add you back! 😎💖✨

Might do it soon tbh since I wanna check stuff out lol

[companion-chronicler]

Hey…

[They place a hand on her shoulder]

You've more than made up for whatever “indirect harm” you may have caused me in my eyes.

(@plus-minus-contingency teleports nearby, still at the party.)

Hiiii Pancomp! So ummm like what do you and like the companions think of Halloween?

[Phantom's eyes light up as soon as they hear Genny's voice]

Heyyy!! It's so good to see you!

[Pancomp's smile goes from ear to ear]

Oh, the companions have loved the Halloween season so far. Hehe, they even helped me with my costume!

[There's a note of pride in their voice.]

[wyverningx]

ok i posted two (2) whole fics in two days time to go be a little gremlin at san diego comic con

[redxbias]

@routinestripes

——— " Ozzyyyyyy! Ozzy Ozzy Oz Oz!!! " Ron repeated the name like he was poking at his best friend-- Not physically, of course, because germs. " Ozzy, guess what! "

It wasn't a question. Ron paused and grinned like he was trying not to laugh. He literally just learned this from his older sibs, no clue if Ozzy already knew this, but it was new to Ron at least so it got him excited and giddy more than usual. But he held the silence in an attempt to be dramatic. The punchline was equally as 'dramatic' as he leaned in.

——— " Chicken butt. "

[kazumahashimoto]

He held off the two biggest, baddest war machines BY HIMSELF that one time as if it was a regular Tuesday.

He's a giant hypocrite and a goofy dad.

He's the only one who looks at himself becoming a monster and goes "someone should stop me" instead of going psycho.

He's Angeal Hewley.

Uh anyway, um, an ask...

How many times can his farm boy muscles bench press Sephiroth before he gets tired?

well firstly i'd like to apologize for the wall of text i'm about to give you but unfortunately you HAVE just activated my trap card by calling angeal a dad. i feel strongly about this o7

angeal is, plain and simple, not old enough to be zack's dad and i truly feel like that is an important distinction. angeal is 25. he should be at the club joke. but literally like, he is far too young and zack is too old for this to work.

besides that point, i feel like slapping the Dad label onto angeal is reductive not only of his character but also of his relationship with zack. "dadgeal" is a quick and simple, small quirky way to describe their relationship to one another. not saying you constantly have to wax poetic about them (the way i like to LOL) but it gives them a certain flavor they simply do not have.

the relationship between zack and angeal is a complicated one. and it's not that i can't see the paternal aspects of the way angeal treats him, but at the same time it's so much more than that. like i think i said this somewhere a few months ago but to me the paternal aspects of angeal are more like, accidentally calling your teacher "mom" because as a kid at school a teacher fills a similar role in that space, or a teacher referring to their students as Their kids, because at school they might as well be. but kids don't generally Really see their teachers as their parents, or teachers viewing students as their actual kids. there's nuance. and with angeal, especially from zack's perspective, they have more than just a student and teacher or mentor and mentee relationship. they also have something different from a father and son relationship.

even for me as someone who enjoys viewing them in a brotherly fashion, i think one of the most important pieces to understanding their relationship is when zack is knocked out after falling through the church's roof, imagining talking to his mom, when he says, "i want to help out a friend."

a friend. not something vague like "someone important to me", or even something more distant like "my mentor", what he calls angeal is a friend. despite the fact that angeal is nine years older than him, is higher ranked than him, and is in a direct position of authority over him, zack first and foremost views him as his friend. this shows his innocence he still has, it shows how deeply he cares for angeal in such a simple yet important way. zack sees angeal as his friend before anything else.

this is where i think the paternal aspects really reduce their relationship, trying to fit it into an easier box to make cheeky jokes about, rather than acknowledging how, especially on zack's end, he does not view angeal in that way.

and i don't think angeal views zack as being his son either, at least not seriously. like, i can envision him referring to zack and others as "son" that way older men do with boys just cos he feels like the type to try and Act beyond his years, but he's still just 25. he's not gonna see a sixteen year old as being his kid like that.

it's kind of late rn so i feel like i'm losing my train of thought here a bit but the bottom line for me is that zack and angeal just don't ever treat each other like father and son. they're obsessed with each other and thinking about each other constantly and angeal wants to protect him and zack looks up to him, but that doesn't make them father and son, even in a cute quick jokey way. they are friends. zack does not just see angeal as a figure of authority over him, he sees him as his friend. no need to replace that with a different type of authority figure.

anyway, to answer your question, theoretically if sephiroth were to allow himself to be bench pressed, i think angeal could do it long enough to have me staring gayly at his arms the whole time

[jotchia]

jotchieshua sweep forevarrrrrrr

[minubell]

can we get more eonwe and mairon