#anyways I need to get a photo of them all because they’re so cute but for now take my word

[raeofgayshine]

I love playing Pokémon in a way that would absolutely kill anyone who knows a thing about the game. No I don’t know most weaknesses and strengths of typings or what I should be using. No I’m not building a well rounded team. No I don’t remember battle to battle what moves are effective against what Pokémon’s even if I just fought them and lord knows I don’t really understand their power or literally any stat my mons have. I am heavily brute forcing my way through this game with my team full of Sunflora fusions because this is Infinite Fusions and I can do that. Yes having everyone a grass type presents problems. No I don’t care! I will beef them up enough they can tank hits until I can destroy whoever I’m fighting and if all else fails I have potions and revives and everything I need on stock to keep going. I do not know what I’m doing but I’m having fucking fun with it!!!!

[fromrory]

𐔌 ⋮ “It’s not humiliation, it’s love.”

let's pretend damian is wearing a batman pjs pls

The pajamas arrived in a box.

A very pink box.

With glittery tape and a small handwritten note that read:

"For Justice. And Cuteness. ♡ — Your pretty girl"

Damian stared at it like it had personally offended his ancestors.

“You ordered... matching pajamas,” he said slowly, holding up one of the offending garments by the collar. “That combine Batman… and Hello Kitty.”

She—utterly unrepentant in her fleece robe and fuzzy socks—beamed from her spot on his bed. “I designed them myself. It’s a collaboration. Symbolic, even.”

“There is nothing symbolic about a cartoon feline perched on Father’s logo.”

“On the butt, Damian. The Hello Kitty is on the butt.”

His soul left his body.

It takes twenty minutes of negotiation. (“This is emotional warfare.” “This is love.” “I’m being blackmailed with affection.” “Exactly.”)

And another ten of silent glaring while she makes him change behind the bathroom door.

When he finally steps out—scowling, barefoot, and very pink—she gasps so loudly it echoes.

Because there he is.

Damian Wayne, 5’10”, deadliest teen in the tri-state area, wearing a pair of black pajama pants with Hello Kitty holding a Batarang printed across the thighs,and the btman logo across his butt. The top? A soft, black tee with the Bat-symbol shaped like a pink bow.

He looks like a sanrio vigilante.

She clutches her heart. “Oh my god.”

“This never happened,” he growls.

“I’m in love,” she sighs. “I’m gonna frame this memory in my mind forever.”

He crosses his arms, but the sleeves are so soft and slightly too long it just makes him look huggable. “If you take a picture, I’ll dislocate your thumbs.”

She holds up her phone anyway.

He glares.

And then—

He sighs. Long-suffering. And walks over to wrap an arm around her waist. “Fine. One photo.”

The photo is chaos.

Damian looks like he’s being held hostage by feelings. Her face is pure gremlin joy. They’re holding hands. Hello Kitty glows triumphantly in the background.

They think it’ll stay private.

They think wrong.

Enter the Batfam.

Dick: immediately breaks down laughing when he opens the group chat. Batbutts + and the demon's gf bcs she's cool

Dihh: “My baby brother... in Hello Kitty jammies... hugging his girlfriend… I’m gonna pass away.” zombie uwu: “I always knew there was a softcore anime prince under all that stabby rage. 🥲” Timmytomby: “Things I’ll Show the Press if Damian Ever Tries to Take Over Gotham.pp” Blondie: “PLEASE tell me there’s a matching scrunchie involved. I need this for science.” Cassie: Cute. Very soft aura. Must protect. Lightbulb:“Yo can I get a pair in yellow tho???”

The worst part?

Batman sees it. Bruce. Father. Unblinking, stoic, chaos-proof Bruce Wayne.

He doesn’t say anything. Just looks at the photo. Then at Damian. Then back at the photo.

A long silence.

“…Functional fabric?” he asks.

Damian closes his eyes. “Please leave, Father.”

Later, as they're curled up under fleece blankets in the Manor’s media room—She's in her matching set, Damian half-covered in popcorn, both of them squished onto the same beanbag chair—she leans over and whispers:

“You know, this means you’re officially part of the Hello Kitty resistance.”

He groans softly.

She kisses his cheek.

He mutters something about “tactical softness.”

But his hand never leaves hers.

And when she dozes off halfway through Ponyo, head on his shoulder, breath warm and slow—he presses the softest kiss to her hairline and whispers:

“Mine.”

Bonus: Alfred finds the discarded pajama packaging the next day. He does not speak of it.

But later that week, two mugs appear on the breakfast table.

One with a Bat-symbol.

The other with Hello Kitty.

Both say: “Gotham’s Cutest Couple.”

Damian drinks from his without a word.

Taglist🏷️: @simpingmyassoff , @shootingstargirl2001 , @dreamerwhofell , @gothamwing , @amiratheangel (if you want to be added,comment down below!)

[sturniphone]

𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . . introducing:

; ⌗ dealer!chris && bambi!reader﹒🍥 ⸝⸝

Chris is the guy everyone wants: hoodie up, eyes sharp, always smelling like weed and cash. Bambi is the girl everyone stares at—tiny dresses, glitter lip gloss, and a pink bunny plush peeking from her purse. They shouldn’t work; he’s cold and careless, and she’s all feelings and tears, but they orbit each other like gravity. He sells, she sulks, they argue in his car and make up in the backseat. No matter how much they fight, he always comes back with her favourite snacks and mumbles, ❝Don’t cry, baby. You know you’re mine.❞

Bambi cries a lot. Because he was mean. Because he didn’t answer. Because her bunny plush dropped on the floor. Chris used to lose it, but now? He sighs, rolls his eyes, and wipes her tears with his sleeve. ❝You done?❞ He’ll mutter but pulls her into his lap anyway. She’s dramatic, pouty, and painfully cute, always climbing into his lap like she belongs there (she does). Her world feels too loud without him, and when she sniffles, ❝I just want to be near you,❞ he holds her tighter and whispers, ❝Then stay forever, yeah?❞

She doesn’t know how to lie or pretend to be cool. She needs love in excess, melts under praise, and her voice cracks when she says, ❝You’re not going to leave me, right?❞ She’s impossible not to spoil. Chris never even tries to stop himself.

At parties, she’s the quietest one in the loudest outfit. Pink fishnets, a leopard mini skirt, hair ribbons, and lip gloss too sparkly to be real. Everyone watches her, but she never flirts back; she just blinks her big Bambi eyes and hides behind Chris like, ❝Why’s he looking at me?❞ He eats it up. Puts a possessive hand on her thigh, tells people, ❝She’s off-limits. Look again and I’ll break your jaw.❞ She giggles, kisses his cheek, and whispers something filthy only he gets to hear.

They fight way too often—she’s clingy, he’s cold, and both of them have tempers. But the love is insane. Chris could be mid-deal, yelling at someone, and if she texts ❝I’m sad,❞ he’s ghosting the guy and driving to her with a blunt and a cupcake. She’ll scream at him for forgetting to text and then, two minutes later, be crying in his arms while he kisses her forehead. It’s not perfect—but they don’t want anyone else. ❝You drive me fuckin’ crazy,❞ he mutters. ❝Yeah? Well, you love me.❞ He does. More than anything.

Chris acts like he doesn’t care about pictures, but his lock screen is a blurry photo of Bambi asleep with her bunny, drooling on his hoodie. He tells everyone it’s just ’cause she looks dumb. The truth is, he checks it a hundred times a day just to see her face.

They’re obsessed with each other. Like gross, horny, can’t-keep-their-hands-off-each-other obsessed. Quickies in his car, her moaning his name into her bunny plush, his chain hitting her chest while he tells her, ❝You love when I ruin you, don’t you, Bambi?❞ But it’s not just sex. It’s post-party bath time with her in his shirt. It’s him doing her lip liner while she sits in his lap. It’s her tracing his face and whispering, ❝You’re safe with me.❞ Freaks, yes. But freaks who are endgame. Forever, no matter how loud or messy or filthy it gets.

what to expect?

So yeah, basically everything for them. I’m obsessed. I’d love little texts or blurbs for them, especially since they fight a lot and she’s always texting him like, “I’m sad, come over and cuddle me.” Definitely need smut too because, let’s be honest… they’re total freaks. But also fluff and angst, of course—they’re messy but madly in love. I actually have a moodboard for her saved in my drafts if you guys are into it?? please asks and questions about them !!

@chrepsi @ph3ebssturniolo @sturnsxbbyeilish @j21l91 @pip4444chris @mattslutt @sophand4n4 @mattscoquette @mi-co-uk @tezzzzzzzz @emely9274 @oopsiedaisydeer

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

Delinquent!Reader pulls mad bitches but it's with autistic loser rizz(not to be confused with loser autistic rizz) and now I want twin Delinquent and Loser!Twins

LOVE THE IDEA OF DELINQUENT TWINS THATS OUR BOTH LOSERS!!!

Delinquent reader has zero game—like none at all. Sure, he does have a handsome mug; thank his mother for that (he'll never credit his looks to Bruce, even if he does look more like his father). But overall, he has no game. A little charm and charisma go a long way, and his charm comes from rambling on and on about his motorcycles or the tiny things he was into when he was younger—maybe his favorite snacks or the things he finds absolutely amazing. The delinquent reader is very passionate, so whenever he goes on his little rants, yapping about whatever, you just can't help but listen to him, even if that rant is a little lame. The way he talks with so much conviction and care about those small subjects makes you develop a little crush. Not to mention his problems with gals; Mr. Delinquent is a pretty boy. Like, seriously, he's out at a gala, and he really needs a lighter for his cigarette. Don't worry; men and women are flocking to him like vultures with lighters in hand, just for him. He can't help but blush and get all nervous; he can't even tell when someone is flirting with him—he just thinks they're being playful. How silly is that?

Think about this: the Waynes are at another party, showing off how many numbers they got, just for the delinquent reader to empty out his pockets like it's cheap change. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do with all this stuff!" He even got a phone number of a rich older woman in Gotham. Another thing: Conner bought himself a motorcycle just so he could see you fix it up. I mean, of course he can fly, but he raps to you all oiled and sweating, fixing up a cycle that doesn't even need to be fixed up.

Bruce is going to another parent-teacher conference because the twins got into a fight. I caught them prep-beating on some of the preppy boys, making sure their pretty little faces were bleeding, with bloody noses and bruised black eyes. He's having to deal with parents shouting and boys crying over the fact that one of the twins had chipped their tooth, while the two boys sit there unscathed, not a single scratch on their heads. You can't really say they started a fight if not one of their knuckles were bloody. The only bit of evidence was that one had a bit of blood on his shoe, but that's only because those rich boys were bleeding on it; that doesn't mean he did it. After that little brawl, the boys get off scot-free thanks to Bruce and his bribing, of course, saying he'll give these boys a special spot at Wayne Enterprises and maybe even throw in a fancy little party too.

The car ride back home is definitely filled with scolding, but come on, they’re old-school kids from Gotham Public School, so you can't really blame them. They'll put on their best little puppy eyes and promise to never do it again, and if that doesn't work, they'll guilt trip Bruce into forgiving them. "You can't really blame us, can you, Dad? I mean, growing up in the dirty part of Gotham, it's not our fault," one says. "Yeah, if you hadn't abandoned Mom and left us all alone, you wouldn't be acting like this, pops," turning the guilt meter up to 1000. He'll let them both off the hook this time. It doesn't really matter if the twins were neglected by the rest of the Batfam; all they need is each other, and all they had was each other before living in the manor, the two of them against the world, and it's always been like that. They go out of their way to get someone else's affection, and all they need is one another. Plus, people bore them anyway; why have a friend when you can have a twin? The boys quite honestly think alike—it's like they share the same brain cells, finishing each other's sentences and talking in unison. It's honestly cute. You should see their family photo when they were dressed up as peanut butter and jelly for Halloween. They were little; even then, you couldn't separate the two of them.

But when the Bat started the yandere tendencies, they really couldn't care less; all they wanted was to find a way to exploit them better. "All right, how much did Dick give you?" their brother asks, nudging him. "Only 200! What a cheapskate! Jeez, we kind of need to up the ante to 2000." The world is their sandbox—whatever they want with it.

[ddlydevotion]

HE'S VENUS AS A BOY ⊹˚₊･

boyfriend! hamzah x fem reader headcanons ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹

a/n: this is purely FICTION if u couldn’t already tell.

Hamzah is the first person you run to when it’s time to gossip. He gets sooo sassy sometimes it’s honestly hilarious. You can always count on him to channel his bitchy side when the two of you are talking about someone you don’t like. He constantly has you wondering how he even comes up with the insults he uses for the people you don’t get along with. Like, what possessed you to say that shit ໒꒰ྀི˶╥︿╥꒱ྀི১ ? At least you know he’ll always have your back!

you always help dress him up when Martin and him decide to be in costume for a podcast episode. I’ve mentioned this in the first post I made about him, but he would absolutely ask you to help him out with his costumes. If he’s wearing makeup/a wig/feminine clothing, he’s making you help him. Not that you’d need that much convincing anyway.

like, literally look at him. Him in those little braids is gonna kill meee ohmygod 😭.

prefers to have you around when he’s editing a video. He loves being able to have you sit on his lap while he works on putting out a video for the day. Your feedback is something he values an incredible amount, and he’s always asking for your opinion when it comes to music choices, text styles, transitions, etc.

Constantly sending you updates on his day when the two of you are away from each other. You could be out n about running some errands, and you’ll receive tons of messages from Hamzah saying what he’s doing at that exact moment.

“me and the cats miss u 😞.” “babyyyyy do u know when you’ll be home” “do you want me to order something before u get back home?”

Hamzah most definitely refers to you as your cat’s ‘mom’. He’ll be holding one of your cats in his arms, talking to them in a baby voice before saying: “wanna say hi to mama?”

You helped prepare his food when he was in the process of bulking up for his boxing match with Martin. Okay, baby, so you need 16 eggs? Coming right up!

Hamzah is constantly putting you on to new music. some of your favorite songs are ones that he recommended to you.

He always finds an excuse to talk about you. There are countless clips of Hamzah rambling on n on about you, sharing cute little stories that he has stored up about his sweet girlfriend. There’s even a funny clip of Martin saying, “here he go y’all 😒”, meanwhile Hamzah is practically powering up to start talking about you. Martin doesn’t actually have a problem with it he just likes teasing Hamzah about how ‘whipped’ he is.

During his boxing match with Martin, you could be seen wearing your very own version of Mandy’s shirt.

He is almost ALWAYS taking photos of you with those stupid ass filters on. He finds it soo funny and uses those photos as stickers/reaction pictures when he’s texting you. Aside from that, he loves taking photos of you and it’s to the point where his photo gallery might as well be dedicated to you at this point.

He is INSANELY clingy. It honestly gets even more intense when he’s high. It’s to the point where you’re convinced he’s trying to burrow himself within your skin.

when you’re in the same room as him & Martin while they’re filming a podcast, his eyes are always darting behind the camera to admire you. It’s soso cute because he’s all smiley and everyone knows that he’s looking at you behind the camera.

Him trying to telepathically communicate with you while you’re behind the camera:

[kamabokobun]

Abandoned wip Cassie & Roxy figures. From ~2023

They’re about to go into storage, so I took some photos. And I figured I might as well post them since they’re never getting finished. So yeah

More photos & notes below the cut :)

Cassie! Her design is sooo cute. I enjoyed translating her into my style + into 3d. I was (& still am) really happy with how I sculpted her face and hair. Up until this point I rarely sculpted human faces, so I was surprised how well it turned out (then again it’s very stylized so. Whatever). And her hair came out almost exactly like my reference drawing! Which doesn’t happen as often as I would like it to. The paint job came out nicely as well, I’m especially proud of the sneakers and the tiny stars & flowers on her cardigan. Anyway, She was looking really good overall! That is until she fell off my shelf and broke her neck. Unfortunately, that was the breaking point (lol) for me, as I was already having problems with Roxy, and I didn’t want to go through the trouble of repairing her tiny little neck after she was almost fully painted, so I scrapped the project entirely.

Only a few Roxy photos since she wasn’t painted. I had made her before cassie, (I was originally going to only make Roxy) but never managed to get to the painting step for mainly one reason: Her neck kept breaking. (I have bad luck when it comes to necks, it seems. Probably because I like chibi proportions.) I had to repair her neck, like, 5 times, before finally deciding to use apoxie sculpt instead of my regular polymer clays. (Which I probably should’ve done sooner) But then the apoxie dried in the wrong position, so she couldn’t stand on her own anymore (she needed to be in a very specific pose to stand. her hair is heavy!!). Thinking back on it, I’m really sad I never got to paint her, because I think her form ended up looking really nice. If you’re wondering why neither Cassie nor Roxy have eyelashes, that’s because I was planning on doming both of their eyes with resin, then sculpting eyelashes on top. But I never got to that step. Fun Fact!: Roxy’s eyes are glow in the dark :) so is Cassie’s flashlight

And lastly, here is the art I made for me to reference. Left is the original sketches, and right is the revised poses/designs + traced off of the figures I had already started making. Fun fact: halfway through sculpting (after baking in the pose) I realized that, in-game, cassie holds her flashlight in her left hand and not her right, so I had to completely remove & remake her hands.

I really want to try remaking these two someday, not only because I think I can make them better than I did before, but because Cassie & Roxy are probably my favorite SB characters and I still want to have cute figures of them to display on my desk lol.

Alright that’s all bye bye

[3igbootyl0ver]

doctor's in [pt.2]

pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: When you both couldn't stop thinking about each other, Fate had pushed you both together once again. And this time? Neither of you planned on fighting it.

word count: 4249

a/n: heyyy.......

“Mindy you don’t get it, they were so cute!” Tara groaned, covering her face with her hands to cover up the blush that was forming.

It’s been a week since Tara and her mind has been filled with you since she saw you at the hospital. She couldn’t help but wonder if you felt the same spark between you both. She wasn’t going crazy right? She definitely felt it, unless she was going crazy from the amount of attacks she went through.

“Okay, lovergirl,” Mindy teased, grinning as she nudged Tara’s shoulder. “You barely know them, and you’re already acting like a lovesick puppy.”

Tara groaned again, flopping onto the couch. “I can,’t help it! They were just…ugh, perfect.” “Have you checked if they’re not secretly Ghostface who wants to kill you?” Mindy quipped, watching Tara roll her eyes and ignore the comment

Mindy smirked. “So, what’s the plan? Gonna fake another near-death experience just to see them again?” Tara shot her a glare. “Not funny.” “Then find them,” Mindy said with a shrug. “You have their last name, their workplace, and yet, somehow, it never crossed your mind to look them up? Come on, Tar, get it together.”

Tara blinked. That… wasn’t a bad idea. “Why didn’t I think of that?” She muttered, already reaching for her phone.

Mindy snorted, “Because you’re too busy daydreaming about them like this is some rom-com—where they’ll show up at your doorstep if you think about them hard enough.”

Tara ignored her, already unlocking her phone. Her fingered hovered over the keyboard. Was this weird? What if you don’t remember her?

Mindy sighed dramatically after seeing her hesitation. “Oh my god, just do it. Worst case? Nothing comes up. Best case? You find them, fall madly in love, and live happily ever after.”

Tara rolled her eyes but took a deep breath and typed your last name into the search bar.

———

“Holy shit, they are cute. And here I thought you just had a weird thing for old geezers,” Mindy tease, leaning over to peek at Tara’s phone. “They look way too young to be a doctor, though” 

Tara didn’t respond—mostly because she was too busy staring. Yeah, she was definitely drooling. 

She’d gotten lucky, stumbling across a picture of you on the hospital’s website; It was a group photo, one where you were right beside the nurse that Tara had met before. You were all in your glory, looking effortlessly alluring dressed in a crisp white coat, your hair neatly styled, with intelligent eyes that seemed to see right through the screen. The slight tilt of your head gave you an air of quiet confidence, and the tortoiseshell glasses resting on your nose only added to your charm. 

Tara’s faint smile slowly faded as her eyes landed on the nurse beside you—the same nurse Tara had met; the one that stitched her up.

Her hand was casually wrapped around your arm. Of course, you were taken. Tara let out a quiet sigh, ignoring the pang of disappointment settling in her chest.

Her fingers hovered over the screen, debating whether to keep looking or just close the page altogether. She hated this feeling—the stupid twist in her stomach, the sting of something that felt too much like jealousy for someone she barely knew.

“Whoa, hold up—why do you look like you just got stabbed again?” Mindy asked, finally noticing Tara’s expression. Her teasing tone softened just a little. “What happened?”

Tara hesitated before muttering, “They’re probably dating that nurse.” Mindy glanced at the screen and snorted. “That? Please, that’s not dating. That’s just coworker touchy. You’re seriously overthinking it.”

Tara frowned, her grip tightening on her phone. Could that really be true? Just harmless, casual touching? She wanted to believe it—but the doubt still lingered.

“Anyways, we need to hit the library tomorrow for the project,”Mindy said, stretching. “College is gonna kill us if Ghostface doesn’t get to us first.”

Tara barely registered her words, too caught up in the whirlwind on thoughts of you spinning in her head.

———

“Nice work on the surgery, Y/L/N,” Your chief said, offering a brief but approving smile. “By the way, you’ve got your paper due soon. Don’t forget.”

You nodded, trying to hide the rush of adrenaline still coursing through you from the successful procedure. “Got it, I’ll have it ready,” you replied, but your mind was already spinning between the surgical success and the looming deadline. You’d been chipping away at the paper for weeks, yet there was still so much left to do.

“Guess I’ll have to do another all-nighter then,” You murmured under your breath, stripping off your gloves and beginning to clean up.

As you scrubbed your hands, the sterile scent of antiseptic filling the air, your thoughts drifted to something—or rather, someone—else. The girl you met a few weeks ago. The way she had looked at you, eyes warm and filled with something you couldn’t quite name, had lingered in your mind far longer than you expected. It was ridiculous, really. You barely knew her. And yet, the memory of her smile, the quiet ease of your conversation, had carved its way into your thoughts, slipping in when you least expected it.

Would you ever see her again?

You exhaled sharply, shaking your head as if that would clear her from your mind. You had too much on your plate to be thinking about someone who was, for all you knew, just a passing moment. Still, as you finished cleaning up and pulled off your scrub cap, you couldn’t quite ignore the way your heart skipped at the thought. 

You scraped through the rest of the day on autopilot, your body moving through the motions while your mind remained elsewhere—split between the surgery, the looming deadline, and the memory of her. The hours blurred together, a constant cycle of rounds, notes, and half-heard conversations. You barely registered the passing faces, too preoccupied to truly engage.

It wasn’t until a firm hand landed on your shoulder that you jolted, your heart lurching in surprise.

“You good?” A familiar voice asked, tinged with amusement.

You turned quickly, exhaling when you saw your colleague—Stacy—watching you with a raised brow. “Didn’t mean to spook you,” she added, though the smirk on her face suggested she wasn’t exactly sorry.

You forced a tired smile. “Yeah, just…a lot on my mind.”

“That is much obvious.” She crossed her arms, tilting her head while eyeing you knowingly. “And let me guess—it’s not just the paper that’s got you looking like a lovesick zombie.”

You blinked, thrown off for a second. “What?”

Your colleague scoffed, shaking her head. “Please. You’ve been spacing out all day, and I know that look.” Stacy smirked. “It’s her, isn’t it? Tara?”

At the sound of her name, you felt warmth creep up your neck. You opened your mouth to deny it, but the knowing glint in her eyes told you it was useless. Instead, you sighed, running a hand through your hair.

“I don’t even know if I’ll ever see her again,” you admitted.

Stacy shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not. But if she’s got you this distracted, you definitely want to.” She nudged your arm playfully. “So maybe you should do something about it.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “Like I have time for that.”

“Right, because pulling all-nighters over your paper is such a better use of your time,” She teased, crossing her arms with a smirk.

Rolling your eyes, you redirected the conversation before she could drag you any deeper into this mess. “Oh, by the way, I need you to come with me to the library to work on my paper. And don’t forget—you have one too,” you said, keeping your tone deliberately casual, as if you hadn’t just been caught daydreaming about a patient.

Stacy, of course, saw right through you. She just rolled her eyes, nodding along, but her knowing grin didn’t fade. “Mmm-hmm,” she hummed, clearly entertained. “Look, I’m just saying—if she’s still on your mind after all this time, maybe it’s worth figuring out why.”

You wanted to brush it off, just like you had all day, but her words lingered, sticking in your chest in a way you couldn’t ignore. Maybe she had a point. Maybe this wasn’t just some fleeting thought you could dismiss.

Then, just as you started to shake the feeling away, Stacy added with a sly grin, “Oh, I mayyy have forgotten to mention this, but the little birdie was asking a lot of questions about you when I was fixing her up.”

Your stomach dropped. “Wait, what?”

Stacy grinned wider, clearly enjoying this.

“Stacy!”

“See you at six tomorrow!” Stacy called over her shoulder, her tone far too casual for someone who had just casually detonated a bomb in your brain. She walked off without a care, completely ignoring the way you stood frozen in place, struggling to process what she had just dropped on you.

Your mind raced. Tara was asking about me?

You wanted to demand more details, to chase after Stacy and wring the full story out of her, but your body refused to move. Instead, you stood there, replaying her words on a loop while she disappeared down the hall, acting completely oblivious to your impending mental breakdown.

Great. As if you didn’t already have enough on your plate.

———

Dragging yourself into the library, you exhaled tiredly, already dreading the long night ahead. Stacy, walking beside you, nudged your arm with a smirk.

“See? I showed up. I can be responsible,” she said.

“You showed up to watch me suffer,” you muttered, earning a laugh from her.

You weaved through the aisles, looking for an open table in a quieter corner. The library was busier than expected, with students hunched over laptops and textbooks, the soft hum of whispered conversations filling the air. You finally spotted a table near the back and made your way over, dropping your bag onto the chair. And then—

Thunk.

You flinched as another bag landed in the chair across from you at the exact same time.

Your gaze snapped up, and your breath hitched.

Tara.

She blinked at you, clearly just as startled, her hand still resting on the back of the chair.

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. Neither of you had expected to see the other, and for a long second, you just… stared.

“What are you—”

“What are you—”

You both started speaking at the same time, then immediately stopped.

“Oh. My. God.” Mindy’s voice broke the silence as she came up behind Tara, amusement practically radiating off her. “Of all the tables in this library… really?”

Stacy, not missing a beat, leaned against your chair with an expression that screamed this is the best thing that’s happened to me all week. “Huh. What are the odds?”

Tara cleared her throat, shifting her weight. “We… just needed a place to study.”

“So did we,” you said, still trying to process the fact that she was standing in front of you.

Mindy grinned. “Well, I don’t see any other free tables, sooo…” She dramatically pulled out the chair beside Tara and plopped down. “Guess we’re all studying together. How convenient.”

You turned to Stacy, who was already sitting down, looking way too entertained. She shot you a wink (which Tara wasn’t pleased about). You sighed, dragging a hand down your face. This was not how you thought your night would go.

But as you stole a glance at Tara—her eyes flicking to yours for a brief second before she quickly focused on pulling out her laptop—you weren’t sure if it was entirely a bad thing.

You couldn’t hear it, but Mindy leaned over Tara’s ear to whisper, “You’re not lying, they look even better in person.” She teased, which earned a glare from the shorter girl.

———

It seemed as if Mindy and Stacy knew exactly what was happening—and, even worse, had silently decided to team up against you.

You weren’t sure how, but the two of them had effortlessly fallen into some kind of unspoken alliance, exchanging glances and barely hiding their smirks as they settled into their seats. Tara cleared her throat, shifting awkwardly as she opened her laptop. You could tell she was just as thrown off as you were, but neither of you had a chance to process it properly before Mindy spoke up.

“So, funny how you two just happened to pick the same table,” she mused, tapping her fingers on the desk. “Like, out of all the places to sit, here? What are the chances?”

Stacy hummed in agreement, resting her chin in her palm. “Crazy, right? Almost like fate is trying to tell you something.”

You shot her a glare. “Don’t start.”

Tara, meanwhile, was already rolling her eyes at Mindy. “It’s literally just a coincidence.” Mindy gasped dramatically. “Is it though? Is it?”

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “Can we just work on our papers?”

“Of course,” Stacy said innocently, pulling out her notes. “Wouldn’t want to distract you.”

“Not at all,” Mindy added. “You two just carry on. Don’t mind us.”

You didn’t trust them for a second. Neither did Tara, if the suspicious glance she threw Mindy was anything to go by.

Still, despite the heat creeping up your neck, and the undeniable energy lingering between you and Tara, you forced yourself to focus on your laptop screen. You were here to study. That was it.

Even if Stacy and Mindy were whispering to each other like middle schoolers passing notes.

Even if Tara was sitting just close enough that you could pick up the faintest scent of her perfume.

Even if your heart definitely shouldn’t have been beating this fast.

Your train of thought was abruptly derailed when Mindy cleared her throat—loudly, as if she were about to propose a business deal.

“Well,” she started, sitting up straighter, “Stacy and I will be going to grab coffee for us.” She stretched dramatically before giving you and Tara a pointed look. “Behave while we’re gone, kids.”

Before you could even respond, she was already standing up, her grin far too smug for your liking. Stacy, ever the enabler, immediately followed her lead, but not before briefly squeezing your hand—a small, reassuring gesture that, under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t have thought much about.

But Tara definitely did.

You caught the way her expression shifted—just the smallest flicker of something unreadable in her eyes before she quickly refocused on her laptop, fingers poised over the keyboard as if she were suddenly very interested in typing.

Stacy, who definitely noticed too, smirked as she walked off with Mindy, whispering something that made them both chuckle.

You exhaled, rubbing your temple. “I hate them.” Tara let out a dry chuckle, though she still wasn’t looking at you. “They’re insufferable.”

A pause.

The air between you felt heavier now—charged with something neither of you acknowledged, but both of you felt.

You cleared your throat, shifting in your seat. “So… what are you working on?”

Tara finally glanced at you, her lips twitching as if she were fighting back a smirk. “Are we really doing small talk?”

“Well, considering our mutual friends just abandoned us for their little matchmaking scheme, I figured I might as well try to act normal.”

Tara hummed, tilting her head slightly. “And you’re sure Stacy’s not just your girlfriend?”

Your brain short-circuited for a second. “Wait—what?”

Tara shrugged, feigning nonchalance as she focused back on her screen. “Nothing. Just… looked like flirting to me.”

You blinked, still trying to process the fact that she had even said that. And—was that a hint of something else in her tone?

You shook your head, exhaling a laugh. “Stacy? No. Absolutely not.”

Tara raised a skeptical brow but didn’t press further. Still, the fact that she even asked made something flutter in your chest.

“Well, how’s your injuries holding up? Your stitches healing okay?” You asked, genuinely curious, but also trying to find a way to keep the conversation flowing.

Tara gave you a sidelong glance before shrugging. “Yeah, they’re fine. Stacy did a good job.”

You raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin forming. “Oh, so now you’re saying Stacy’s the one to thank for that? I’m hurt, Tara.”

She chuckled, rolling her eyes at you. “Don’t be dramatic. You did your part. And don’t pretend you weren’t already planning on making a joke about my stitches anyway.”

You leaned in slightly, lowering your voice. “What can I say? I’m a professional.”

Tara shot you a skeptical look, but the faintest smile tugged at her lips. “Yeah, well, professionals don’t flirt with their patients.”

You gave her a playful shrug, deciding to go for it. “You say flirting, I say charming.”

Tara raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained. “You’re full of yourself, huh?”

You leaned back, casually adjusting your posture. “Only when I’m in the presence of such impressive company.” Tara couldn’t suppress a smirk this time, but she quickly shook her head, pretending to go back to her work. “You really think you’re smooth, don’t you?”

“Just speaking the truth,” you shot back, a little bolder now. “You’re hard to resist, you know.”

Tara glanced up at you, her gaze lingering for a moment longer than necessary. “Uh-huh. Keep telling yourself that.” The playful back-and-forth settled into a comfortable rhythm, neither of you pushing too hard, but both of you enjoying the easy tension building in the air. 

Every time Tara’s eyes flicked to yours or the corner of her mouth quirked up, you couldn’t help but feel like there was something more beneath the surface. “Just for the record,” you added casually, “If I had been the one stitching you up, I would’ve made sure those stitches were extra perfect.”

Tara raised an eyebrow. “Oh, would you now?”

“Absolutely,” you grinned. “Can’t let a beautiful patient like you go home with anything less than perfect work.”

Tara laughed softly, shaking her head. “You’re impossible.”

“But I’m charming,” you teased.

Her smile softened as she met your gaze, and for a brief moment, the playful banter was replaced by something warmer. “Yeah, you might be right about that.”

———

The slight banter had toned down once you both were “focusing” on your work. As much as you would’ve liked to keep up the ‘flirting’, you really had to get something—anything—done before the night was over.

Tara, on the other hand, was panicking.

Her fingers hovered over her keyboard, occasionally typing a few words just to make it seem like she was working. But in reality, she wasn’t processing a single thing on her screen. Her mind kept replaying the way you’d leaned in, the way your voice had dropped just slightly, the way you’d so effortlessly called her beautiful—like it was the most natural thing in the world.

She barely suppressed a groan, shifting in her seat in frustration.

Get a grip, Carpenter.

“Alright, nerds, we’re back,” she announced, placing a tray of coffee cups on the table. “And we come bearing life-saving caffeine.”

Stacy set down another tray beside her, grinning. “Each of these has at least three shots of espresso. If we crash, we crash together.”

You raised an eyebrow as you grabbed your cup. “So basically, we’re all risking heart palpitations tonight.”

“Exactly,” Mindy said with a smirk, handing Tara her drink. “But hey, maybe some of us need the extra boost. You looked a little distracted over here.”

Tara froze for half a second before glaring at her. “I was working.”

Mindy smirked. “Sure you were.”

You took a sip of your coffee, trying to hide your amused expression as Stacy slid into her seat next to you, nudging your arm. “So,” she whispered low enough that only you could hear, “how was your study date?” You rolled your eyes but didn’t answer, which only made her smirk widen.

Tara, meanwhile, was gripping her cup a little too tightly, her face heating up all over again. She swore she’d get Mindy back for this later.

Tara had to admit it—the whole time you were talking to Stacy about your… doctor stuff, her heart was doing that annoying fluttering thing she couldn’t control.

She wasn’t even following half of what you were saying, something about procedures and techniques that had no business sounding as good as they did coming from your mouth. But there was something about the way you spoke—so confident, so passionate—that made her yearn for more.

The way your lips moved, the occasional smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth when you made a sarcastic remark, the way your eyes lit up when you explained something in detail—Tara was done for.

She hated it.

Well.

She tried to hate it.

But as much as she wanted to focus on literally anything else, all she could think about was how easy it would be to just close the space between you, to press her lips against yours just to see if you tasted as sweet as you sounded.

God, get it together, Carpenter.

She snapped out of it just as Stacy nudged your arm, laughing at something you said. Tara clenched her jaw.

She was definitely not jealous. Not at all.

———

After what felt like an eternity—and far too much caffeine—you finally stretched in your chair, letting out a deep sigh. Your brain was fried, your eyes burned from staring at your screen for so long, but at least you had something to show for it.

“Done,” you muttered, closing your laptop with finality.

Across from you, Tara let out a breath of relief, mirroring your actions. “Thank God.”

Mindy and Stacy, who had been whispering to each other suspiciously for the past twenty minutes after apparently, “needing a break from work”, perked up at the sound.

“Finally!” Mindy groaned, dramatically throwing her head back. “I thought I was gonna die in here.”

“You’re so dramatic,” Tara scoffed, standing up and stretching.

Stacy grinned, nudging you again as she gathered her things. “So, was this the most productive study session you’ve ever had?”

You shot her a glare, but before you could reply, Mindy cut in.

“I don’t know, Stacy. I think our dear friend here got a lot out of it.” She wiggled her eyebrows, looking between you and Tara. “Maybe not just in an academic sense.”

Tara groaned, rubbing her temple. “I hate you.”

Mindy beamed. “I know.”

You sighed, standing up and slinging your bag over your shoulder. “Are we leaving or are you two just gonna keep being insufferable?”

Stacy looped an arm through yours with a smirk. “Oh, we can do both.”

Tara shook her head, but you caught the way she fought back a smile. As you all stepped out into the cool night air, the exhaustion was undeniable, but so was the warmth lingering from the night’s unexpected turns.

Maybe Stacy and Mindy’s antics weren’t entirely awful.

“It was nice seeing you again, really. I’m glad you healed up well.” You announced, trying to create a conversation after all four of you packed up and left the library. You couldn’t help but notice how both of you slowed down your paced, trying to match each other’s steps without really meaning to.

Tara glanced up at you, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her eat. “Yeah… you too.” Her voice softer than before, lacking the usual sarcasm she used as a shield.

You smiled, shoving your hands into your pockets as the cool night air settled around you. “Hopefully next time we see each other, it won’t be because of an injury.”

Tara smirked. “So you’re saying you want to see me again?”

You chuckled, tilting your head slightly. “I mean… I wouldn’t complain.”

She bit her lip, looking away briefly before glancing back at you. “Well, if you ever get tired of pulling all-nighters over medical papers, maybe we could… I don’t know, run into each other somewhere else.”

You raised an eyebrow, a teasing grin forming. “Are you asking me out, Carpenter?”

Tara rolled her eyes but didn’t deny it. Instead, she reached for your phone—the one you had been absentmindedly holding—and swiftly typed something before handing it back.

You glanced down at the screen.

A new contact.

Tara :)

You raised an eyebrow, smirking as you looked back up at her. “Oh? Giving me your number now? Bold move, Carpenter.”

She shrugged, but the slight flush on her cheeks gave her away. “Just in case, you know… you ever need to run into me again.”

You chuckled, saving the contact without hesitation. “Noted.”

Tara lingered for a second, like she was debating something. Then, with a small smirk of her own, she added, “Don’t keep me waiting too long, doctor.”

You smiled. “Get home safe, Carpenter.”

Tara bit her lip before responding, her voice softer this time. “You too, doctor.”

And with that, she turned and walked toward Mindy, who was very clearly trying to contain her excitement. Stacy nudged you as you stared after her, shaking her head with a knowing grin.

“Don’t say a word,” you muttered as you walked off with her.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Stacy teased. “I don’t need to. That look on your face says everything.”

You just shook your head, unable to stop the small smile forming on your lips.

“Oh, you’re so done for,” she teased.

Maybe you were.

And for once?

You didn’t mind one bit.

———

a/n: i know i said i would posted this like at least a week ago but i was literally sick for the whole week guys lol mb. anyways i do have a few pics planned out, but it's not confirmed when or if I'll ever do it lol since i don't really have much time to write nowadays. ok bye i hoped you liked this fic hehehe

p.s any doctor stuff that's inaccurate don't blame me idk how med school works and stuff; blame google instead :p

[merakiui]

Mera!! ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )

What’s your take on the octatrio reacting to an omega reader using their clothes or other items in their nest when they’re going into heat? I’m particularly curious what you think of Azul since idk if you’ve ever characterized him as an alpha. But I think all of them could be so cute regardless! Omega/omega and omega/beta have such good potential! ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)

They could be in a relationship, but I think it’d also be fun if reader just snatches their stuff without asking. Aaaaaaaaa (╥���╥) I just miss classic omegaverse tropes sm

:O omg I have so many thoughts about this!!! I love this trope,,, it's so cute and there are so many ways it could go depending on dynamic. I like to write Azul as an alpha because of my own self-indulgent preferences, but also I like to imagine he was an incredibly late bloomer and everyone thought he was an omega for the longest time until he finally has an actual rut and !!!!!! I could ramble on about that forever. <3 but I do agree!! There's so much delicious potential with non-traditional abo pairings!!!!

Being besties with them...... something something they're so attuned to your scent because you're close and so it's fairly easy for them to locate you,,, quite literally sniffing you out!!! I think seeing you cuddled up in your nest with his clothes and any other things that smell like him would make Azul feel so much better about your relationship, whether platonic or romantic. It reaffirms that you like him and are comforted by his presence and scent. That you trust him. Of course there's also the characteristics of your heat that make you much more receptive to him, which he'll use to explain and rationalize everything. T_T but deep down he's pleased and hopes that one day you'll ask him for his clothes. He wants to see you clinging to his shirt or wrapping yourself up in one of his sweaters all the time!!!

Floyd...... oooohh he thinks you're just the cutest. He'll keep his distance at first. He doesn't want to startle you or stress you out. But since it's him, you're familiar with his scent and it makes him happy when your pheromones are purely sweet and stress-free. <3 waaaa he adores you!!! You'll have to invite Floyd into your nest if you want him to come close and even then he's still hesitant because you're not in the right mind (if you're just friends). He's willing to lend you as much of his clothes as you want for your nest. It's cute seeing Shrimpy get so particular about everything, even more so when he sees you bundled up in his sleep sweatshirt. Floyd has really good restraint, so if you aren't in an established relationship then he'll tread carefully and do as you ask (unless if it's something outlandish,, like you asking him to knot you, to which he'll giggle and playfully dodge the demand with: "Shrimpy doesn't really mean that~") he understands omega hindbrain is usually running on carnal instinct anyway.

Jade is impossible to read most of the time, and when you do try to read him it's like solving a complex equation. >_< he can be so difficult (usually on purpose) sometimes... most of his teasing is there to distract you from his body language, how he's always so relaxed around you, but when you're in heat the last thing you're trying to do is dissect and analyze Jade's behaviors. Beneath that sharp smile of amusement, there's genuine sweetness and it's quite a heartwarming sight to see you hugging a bunch of his laundry close. Jade wouldn't be Jade if he isn't taking photos to later tease you about when you're not so heat-brained. He'll ask you silly and obvious questions like "Do you find my scent that enjoyable?" just to have his suspicions validated. Jade will stay to look after you and ensure all is well if that's what you'd like, but if you want anything specific from him you'll have to use your words and ask~ >:) how is he supposed to know otherwise? Give Jade one chance and he'll spoil you rotten in that nest, tending to your every need.

[mscherub]

I know I said only time will tell but hear me out…

Deuce, Jade, Silver, Rook, and Malleus with a short and sweet reader but whenever they’re mad/determined it’s like a 180? Romantic please :3

(Btw the photos you took came out awesome, I love them! Been dining like a king since they’ve dropped)

Reader’s just peachy and affectionate any day but once they’re mad/irritated they’re silent, if looks could kill they’d be dead two times over.

Holding grudges where sometimes it gets to a point the guys need a bribe (like a drink, snack, ᴏʀ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴋɪssᴇs) to get reader so stop the silent treatment or (ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ) pouty face ʕ •ᴥ• ʔ

🌒 stopping by because this idea hit me earlier and I needed to share it, as always take care and don’t dehydrate yourself to the point of become a raisin >:((

A/N: wassupppp 🌒, I believe this is the first time I’ve gotten something done kinda on schedule. I’m getting better guys…🥲

Also I’m just doing fics cause…bulleted headcanon list doesn’t wanna form in my brain rn…

ANYWAYS LETS GET IT GOING

Reader is gender neutral and is referred to as Y/N, Prefect, and Mon Trickster (Rook)

Characters: Deuce, Jade, Rook, Malleus, Silver

Tags: Sweet then scary…lowkey me tho. Intended established relationship, but not mentioned

Warnings:

Swearing

Jade Leech

Rook Hunt

Probs spelling mistakes (LIKE ALWAYS)

(Yes they’re considered warnings <3)

“Hey…Y/N— oh.” Deuce pauses and regrets walking into ramshackle to see you.

You have your arms crossed over your chest, staring blankly at him, but it’s laced with malevolent intent and Deuce knows he’s done something, something he’s going to have to own up to…but he doesn’t know what.

Double checking what he did:

All he did this week was go to track practice after school…then he’d walk back to the mirror chambers with Jack…nothing bad, right? His grades are good. Good-ish. He shakes his head.

“Are you ok?” He mumbles out. It’s a weak attempt to make a connection, but he doesn’t really have any other option.

Your eyes bore into his, a drop of sweat already forming and running down his temple. He practically shrinks under your gaze, looking away and twiddling with his thumbs as he waits for an answer— if he’ll get one.

“I don’t know, Deuce. Am I?”

Yep. Ok. He did something. That cold and dismissive tone says it all.

“Uhhh…hah…I could…help you out if you’d tell me what’s wrong? Ah— what I did wrong?” He clears his throat and chuckles nervously again.

“Yea, ok…you don’t know. That’s nice.” You sigh, tapping your foot against the floorboards.

“Ok! Well…let me just say I’m sorry for whatever it is, ok? You know I love you and I wouldn’t wanna do anything that would make you mad…or sad. Right?” The wood creaks beneath him as he takes tentative steps closer towards you.

“Y/N…” He pouts. “I really don’t know…all I did was just, I— oh my sevens. I ignored you like this whole week. That was not my intentions!” Almost instantly, he takes a seat next to you and pulls you into a hug. It’s warm and protective like usual, but you can feel his desperation within it.

“You didn’t mean to?”

“I promise! I’ll make it up to you! Let’s spend the weekend together, ok?” He pulls back and pouts even more at you.

It’s…just too cute. You have to give in.

“I’d like that. Don’t expect me to forgive you right away.”

“With being an honor student, I have to earn respect, so I’ll work on gaining that back.” He mutters.

And now you’re pulled back into a tight hug, feeling a familiar soft pair of lips drifting over the top of your head.

Ok…you guess you can drop the grudge.

Yea…guess who dragged you along on another hike. No remorse whatsoever whenever he looks at you, watching you lean against a tree just to catch your breath. It’s such a funny sight to him. But you’re resenting him for it. And even worse, he’s enjoying it.

“My dear? Look at these specimens on the log. Do not be fooled for their pretty appearance, the spores are very deadly if you breathe them in.”

“Maybe you should breathe them in then you bastard.” You mutter out. You didn’t mean it. Your feet are just killing you and you’re tired.

He isn’t taken aback by the words that spilled from your mouth, in fact he’s quite intrigued and wants to see if he can get you to tick even more.

“Those words are quite hurtful. I would not have expected you to wish such a demise upon me.” He hums, taking a few long strides towards you. You take a few steps back and cross your arms.

Your head is angled downward and you refuse to meet his challenging gaze. It’s almost as if he wants you to go further. But, as much as he does love to tease and toy with you, he likes to be real with you. To care. Surprisingly.

Two fingers slip beneath your chin and he tilts your head back so you finally look at him. “I understand you’re tired. So we can scale back down the trail if you’d like. I don’t wish to hurt you in any type of ways…you should know this fact to heart.”

And all it takes is a rare act he does, a small kiss to your cheek. His lips linger for a moment before he pulls away, and all you can do in turn is shift away and grumble quietly.

“Sorry.”

“What was that?”

“Oh my seven…” you sigh.

“I’m just joking. I heard you the first time, my dear. And I accept your apology. Come along.” He slips his hand into yours, and suddenly, all is right again, and the fatigue just mysteriously disappeared…huh. The scenery also seems more beautiful than it did before.

“Ughhhh…” you sigh out as you flop onto your bed. You hate to admit it, but you were fed up with Rook. Horribly so. He kept popping up out of bushes when you’d walk around, especially whenever you were out walking alone. You couldn’t quite decipher if he truly meant that it was just for your protection, or if he was just trying to get even more time with you than you already spend with him. Basically it was borderline stalking. Anyhow, it was getting on your nerves, and really effecting your heart, so you’re giving him the silent treatment. One more jump scare and it’s straight to the grave with you…it’s better for your health!

But your phone is still helplessly spammed with text messages and calls, and when he tried to make amends in the halls, you just shrugged at his words and carried on.

Tink. Clank. Bonk.

You pull your face up from your pillow and see small pebbles smacking against your window. You grumble and stand up, expecting it to be Ace or something since he usually did this when he’d get kicked out of his dorm for the night, but you definitely did not expect an arrow to fly through the small crack you made, whirling past your ear, getting dangerously close, and then lodging itself into the wall behind you. What. The. Fuck.

“What the fuck!” You yelp, stumbling back and falling to the floor. Was that Rook? The usage of an arrow and a note apparently attached to it points to him— unless this was some shitty assassination attempt on you for sevens knows what…

“Mon Trickster! I declare with deepest apology for frightening you so!. I know you intend to push me away for the careless acts I commit, but I cannot help myself, especially whenever it comes to your radiant beauty that I proudly get to call mine! And of course, my role of being your sole protector and provider.” A hand grips the windowsill and you can see the familiar feather pop up and then the rest of him.

“Rook…you are a crazy man.” You finally mutter to him.

“I could not help myself. It is the only way I knew to reach you effectively.” He sighs, dropping into your room with a soft thud. “I shall leave if you would want me so, but please read the note I have attached…”

“Knowing you it’s probably a love sonnet…and…you don’t have to leave.” you mumble. Rook hesitantly holds out his hand to you, waiting to see if you’d take it. And you do.

“It is indeed a sonnet, one that expresses my never ending abiding love…all for you, Mon trickster. je t'aime très fort, ma chérie, je ne peux même pas respirer sans toi…”

“Don’t smooth talk me. I’m still mad.” You purse your lips.

“I am merely speaking my hearts desires. And that would be you, mon amour.”

“Rook…”

“Y/N…”

“I’m still mad, so don’t mistake this as forgiveness just yet.” You wrap your arms around him tentatively and you can physically feel his restraint snap and he hugs you back. Tight.

His lips ghost over your forehead and he smiles.

“I’ve got you back in my arms again. Hunters always win.”

Translation:

I love you so much, my darling, I can't even breathe without you...

Rain clouds bellow in from above. Not just rain…probably a damn hurricane with the way things are being blown away and the downpour of the rain. And…maybe you are partially to blame. But it’s not like you would just ignore what Malleus did.

His…unrefined social cues, at least with humans of that matter, cause him to perceive situations differently, which in all fairness is natural. But lord…he could be insensitive, and he doesn’t even mean it.

He brushed off your very prominent feelings for whatever it was you two were talking about, and…that’s how he was raised, not to dwell on the fleeting or less bothersome things, but what he said really hurt you, and he didn’t apologize for it, so of course, you had to teach him a lesson. Silent treatment. And you were still angry. You have every right to be.

You slam open the doors to Diasomnia, your shoes squelching under your weight as you walk in completely soaked from head to toe. Unfortunately, you had to intervene now…

“Malleus…all I did was ignore you for an hour…” you grumble. Sebek of course stands on Malleus’s side, but with a few smacks from Silver and Lilia dragging him out of the room by the ear, you and him are left alone.

“My dearest…” He pouts. “I do not understand the source of your anger. But I shall ignore that until I get you dry. Humans have a very weak immune system—“

“Mal. Shut up.” You sigh and rub your temples. All he can do is look at you with confusion. “Just…look, you’ve already ticked me off. And with our earlier predicament and now this,” you motion over to a window that was literally rattling from the storms, “it’s making me even more mad. All I wanted was an apology but you had to bicker back—“

“I apologize.” He interrupts you. His hands find yours and he brings them up towards his lips, placing fervent kisses and murmuring even more apologies. This was a 180…

“Mal…”

“In our moments together, I wish not to cause you stress or make you feel less within any situation. You have showed me much more than I could have ever even imagined…could have ever dreamed of. And for that, I am forever indebted to you, my dearest.” Emerald eyes meet yours and all anger dissipates into a warm jabbing feeling in your chest.

“It’s fine. Stop sulking. I don’t need to hear Sebek yell at me for making you beg to me…” you shake your head and roll your eyes. At least that’s over…

“That, my dearest, I am not opposed to.” He smirks and places a chaste kiss to your lips.

With how well you’ve been ignoring Silver, every time when you two were around each other, It was so quiet that if you really listened, there’s a faint sound of crickets chirping away.

You two were supposed to spend some time together, to bask in each other’s presence for a little more than just a few moments and take the time to relax with one another. But he forgot about it…and fell asleep. You couldn’t blame him, actually it was kinda rude for you to blame him over something he can’t even control, but this has happened over and over again, and you’ve just gotten frustrated over the fact.

You needed time to cool down, obviously, after being stood up so many times, and you were taking that break in the comfortable confines of your room.

A moment later, however, a bird lands on the ledge of your windowsill and taps the glass with its tiny beak. This you spare a glance to, and you notice the bird has a note. You get up and push it open, the bird dropping the folded paper and then flying away. Like any person would do, you pick it up and read the contents, which is just a letter from Silver— a beautifully written out heartfelt apology, and a location to meet him at: your usual spot in the forest.

He was using his tactics of sending cute animals to be his delivery person…but something in you felt compelled to go. Maybe hear what he has to say— just to see him then walk away. You’re still mad.

The walk isn’t that long. Just a short peruse along a winding path that leads to a nice secluded, flower littered part of the forest with trees providing shade all around. Animals perk up at the approaching footsteps of yours, and your eyes land on a Silver who seems to be struggling to keep awake. But once he sees you, his eyes widen a bit and he stands up, rubbing his eye and stepping towards you hesitantly.

“Did you receive the note?”

“I did, Silver…and I…appreciate it.”

He takes your hands into his and smiles softly. “I really am sorry, my love. It’s never my intent to ignore you…you’re far too meaningful to me. I don’t ever wish to ignore you, and quite truthfully, I’d prefer it I didn’t have these spells of sleep…just so I could truly promise days of just us…”

His forehead presses against yours and his breathing slows down even more to just a few shallow breaths. “Please tell me…I can be forgiven?”

“You were from the start…” you mumble out.

“Spend a few moments with me,” a yawn erupts from his throat and you can feel him starting to slip away from his conscious state, “in dreams we can have time…ourselves.”

You settle beneath the shaded area the tree provides and Silver goes slack, succumbing to sleep, and napping away peacefully in your arms.

He won…can’t hold grudges forever.

Master List

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Pictures belong to Disney Twisted Wonderland but are edited by me :)

[joaniscruzing]

people need to stop hating on bella ramsey.

people need to grow tf up and stop being such bigots.

Ok so I’ve been actually HURLING at all the hate I’ve been seeing about Bella Ramsey as Ellie Williams in the TLOU show lately. Like, yes. I understood that there’s hate surrounding the casting for the show, but honestly I’ve just brushed it off until now because most of the time, no one’s ever happy with anything.

But recently, the hate surrounding Bella Ramsey is at an ALL-TIME HIGH. Almost every video I click on when I see a video concerning the TLOU show on TikTok has the most disgusting, rude comments. What’s more, I’ve been getting hate videos on my page myself about the “bad casting” for the show.

So welcome to my rant. Before I begin, if you’re here to try and argue with me or make any comment about Bella that is unkind, you will be receiving a strongly-worded reply from me. Anyway. Here’s my explanation for why Bella Ramsey is perfect for Ellie in the TLOU show.

Ok so first of all, we can just start with the obvious; Bella does look like Ellie. While they may not look EXACTLY like Ellie, she still is able to kind of radiate Ellie’s energy. A lot of people are saying that Cailee Spaeny would have been a better fit for Ellie. Here’s the thing though; Cailee would NOT have been able to play 14-year-old Ellie in season one. She only really looks like 19-21 year old Ellie if anything. Also, people are saying that Quinn (the main cosplayer of Ellie on TikTok) would have been a better fit. This is actually very angering because QUINN IS LITERALLY A COSPLAYER. NOT AN ACTRESS. Guys, I feel like it’s common sense here… cosplayers AREN’T actors???? Anyway. For those saying that Bella fits 14-year-old Ellie and not TLOU2 Ellie, have you NOT seen the BTS photos? It’s only been about 2 ish (?) years since they filmed the first season, and Bella looks CONSIDERABLY older. Isn’t it CRAZY that like… Bella was still growing too while the show was airing and whatnot? Not to mention…. MAKEUP and EFFECTS?

While we’re still on the topic of looks, let’s meander over to another argument; y’all hate and hate on Bella, but WHAT ABOUT PEDRO PASCAL? HE DOESN’T EXACTLY LOOK LIKE JOEL!!!! I mean it! But has ANYONE hated on Pedro for not looking like Joel? Nope! Which brings me to my next point.

Some people are upset over the TLOU casting simply because the actors aren’t as attractive as they wish. IN A NEUTRAL PERSPECTIVE, when comparing Bella to tlou2 Ellie, they definitely does not look like her in the sense that she’s less likely to be CONSTANTLY sexualized for being an attractive, queer-presenting female character. BUT LIKE…. AGAIN. BELLA ALSO PLAYED A FOURTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL IN THE FIRST SEASON. AND Y’ALL WERE MAD THERE TOO. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. CAN WE NOT GET MAD OVER NOT BEING ABLE TO SEXUALIZE AN ACTOR WHO PLAYED A LITERAL CHILD? This is why people wanted Cailee to play Ellie instead. Because she’s easier to sexualize over her looks.

In no way, shape, or form am I calling Bella unattractive. Like guys I’m going to be so for real right now. I love Bella Ramsey. Like, they’re literally so cute? And pretty? And handsome? All at the same time. Not to mention, they seem like such a SWEET human being like the things I’d do to meet Bella and have a conversation with them are insane.

So… why am I crashing out right now? This hate has been going on for so long! Guys, I opened the comments of a Bella Ramsey interview thinking I’d see comments like “I’m so glad Bella’s being open about her autism diagnosis!” (this is coming from someone who’s been diagnosed with autism since a young age and is glad to see someone like Bella talk openly about it) and instead found comments like “the down of us,” with replies only encouraging this cyberbullying. When looking into these comments more, I found that people are saying that Bella has Down Syndrome because of how she looks. I was actually disgusted, because like, not only is that hurtful to them, but to people WITH Down Syndrome too. Like you can’t just MAKE assumptions on someone based on how they look. Come on guys, we learned this in kindergarten. 

Enough about how Bella looks. They’re fine as hell and look like Ellie. Can we just talk about how PHENOMENAL of an actor they are? Because seriously. They’ve got a successful career ahead of them. For example, Bella captures Ellie’s mannerisms PERFECTLY. Especially when she was younger, although Ellie was tough, she was still a goofy, nerdy kid. And Bella captures it PERFECTLY. Example in point, the Left Behind episode. While still keeping her “tough girl” persona in the beginning with Bethany, who she still beats up and is angry toward, Bella is still able to perfectly capture Ellie’s essence as a young teen, such as when Riley gives her the Will Livingston book, or even when Riley comes to get Ellie, and Ellie is angry towards Riley because of the fact that Riley left Ellie. Bella is even able to display romantic attraction towards Riley in, I must say, a beautiful manner. That scene on the carousel? I’ve been in that exact same place so so so so so many times. That LOOK? ON BELLA’S EYES. I can’t even explain the look in her eyes but it captures wlw longing so good… it’s truly beautiful. Currently, that’s my favorite scene in the whole show. AND SHE KEEPS GOING. AFTER, they’re able to display anger and sadness when Ellie and Riley are bitten by Infected. AND THIS IS ALL IN ONE EPISODE. ALSO. DON’T GET ME STARTED ON THE EPISODE WITH THE DAVID DEBACLE. LIKE. HER ACTING WHEN SHE REALIZES DAVID IS GONNA RAPE AND KILL HER?? HER SCREAMING AND CRYING WHEN JOEL FINDS HER??? It’s Ellie. One hundred percent. I have NO DOUBT that Bella’s going to carry their acting talent to season two of tlou. No doubt whatsoever. 

A lot of people need to also understand that canonically, Ellie is NOT this like, unbothered, nonchalant, dominant, hey mamas masc that she’s constantly headcanoned to be online. If you actually paid attention to the game, you would’ve seen that Ellie’s kind, caring, and while she may look the part, NOT  a stereotypical dominant masc lesbian. Point in case, why don’t we just go through her JOURNALS? This girl loves her drawing, and her dinosaurs and stuff SO MUCH. NOT TO MENTION, when with Cat, the SECOND they kissed, Ellie freaked out because she was worried she infected her. She was also like worried about Joel and such. Even after they broke up, Ellie presumably maintained a healthy friendship with Cat. What’s more, Ellie cares for her friends. Once she found out Dina was pregnant, she did what she could to protect her. She made sure Abby didn’t kill her, and made sure Dina didn’t take her mask off when in the place with spores. We also DON’T see Ellie with any new partners after she leaves to finish the job with Abby, showing that she isn’t like, a player. So yeah. Ellie is just a young woman who’s trying to navigate her way through the apocalypse. And Bella is portraying that perfectly.

Ok time for me to just fangirl over Bella a bit. This person. Literally one of the coolest actors I’ve seen in a while. Like also, let’s just look at the very early stages of their career. FUCKING GAME OF THRONES?? PHENOMENAL. And mind you, they were only 11 YEARS OLD. 11. YEARS. OLD. That’s pure talent right there. And it’s not just like, she was an extra. No, she had a ROLE. Even there, at a young age, she was displaying a range of intense emotions on a big-time show. If that’s not some form of qualification for TLOU, I don’t know what is.

Okay, so including my conclusion and whatnot, about 1430 words later, I genuinely don’t know what else to say. Stop hating on Bella. Stop being a bigot and just accept the fact that no game adaptation is going to have a cosplayer as an actor and grow the fuck up.

Oh yeah. And one more thing. ASHLEY JOHNSON, the voice actor and face model for ELLIE WILLIAMS HERSELF IN THE GAME, said that after YEARS of searching, Bella was their perfect match to play Ellie. Let that sink into your head a little bit. Don’t you think that people who worked on the actual game know better than you? I thought so. Bella Ramsey is the perfect match for Ellie Williams, and whoever’s saying that they’re not is wrong. Go fuck yourself <3

Xoxo,

Joan

[wegc]

All of this perv! Talk is getting me 🫠🤤

I love the way you write Chan but how do you think the other boys would be as pervs

I feel like Han would be the nastiest perv

Seungmin would be secret like taking upskirt photos and stuff

Minho would be possessive as hellll

But let me know what you think, doesn’t need to be a full think if you want just some thoughts

Love the work you put out, can’t wait for more!🧡

If it’s available can I be 🧡anon?

first of all, thank you so much🥹

and YES omg, i agree with you completely. jisung and minho (i think) would be the nastiest and would be the only two with absolutely no shame in what they’re doing (especially minho hehe).

jisung holds first place for panty stealing and shows no remorse when he encounters you looking for them! i can picture him purchasing a cute gift box that contains all your stolen underwear—articles of cotton and lace fabric messily shoved in there.

he also definitely takes photos of you in compromising positions and fists his little cock to them, moaning and whining loudly, with zero intent to secrete what he’s doing.

and seungmin taking up-skirt photos omg. he finds you so captivating when you’re dressed up girlishly, and skirts are his absolute favourite, not only because you look so lovely, but because you’re extra accessible. he can’t help but stand behind you, pretending to look for something as he takes quick photos of your covered cunt to keep for later (he prays one day that he’ll catch you naked under the skirt).

i can also see seungmin grinding his hard-on against your ass whenever you’re sitting on his lap, sighing and squeezing your hips firmly as you look behind to stare at him curiously.

minho would be so possessive, oh my gosh.

i can picture him trying to figure out your cellphone password in hopes of discovering nudes in there when you’re not around.

once he ultimately figures it out, he steals your phone as you’re sleeping and impatiently unlocks your hidden photos, his cock swelling upon uncovering hundreds of photos of your tits and cunt—photos of you in lingerie, videos of you fucking yourself—holy shit, he thinks, were you always such a fucking slut?

he immediately sends them to himself and deletes the chat afterwards to keep you from finding out.

after scrolling through all of your photos and having his fair share of pleasure jerking himself off to all of them, he looks through the rest of your phone late into dusk, dedicating hours to examining your messages, social media, etc. who just followed you? who did you just call?

he feels himself grow irritated with the number of men you speak to, not many to the average individual but enough for lee minho—you didn’t send any of them your nudes, right?

whatever, whether you did or didn’t, you certainly weren’t going to anymore—not when he’s blocking every single man he’s concerned about from your phone. he’ll confess to you soon anyway—you’re already his, as far as he’s concerned.

[fryingpan1234567]

superheroes and social media

do you KNOW how often I see a cute trend on ig or tiktok or anything and I’m just like “man that would be cute for (insert hero ship)”

but that’s an issue because like… putting your face on the internet is DANGEROUS🙅‍♂️

I had. an idea. to solve all the issues!

as fun as it is to imagine the RobinOfficial account having 4 million followers, I think it’s more fun for everyone to have accounts that only follow and allow following in the caped community

so basically Instagram for just superheroes

the ones whose identities are known can post their faces, and the ones who are still under the radar have a close friends list that consists of the people who do know them

a very few amount of people who aren’t heroes are allowed on this Super IG

including Lois Lane, whose entire presence is standard mom posts but with like. Superkids and other Kryptonians. you get it

uhh Bernard Dowd too but he only follows Tim and Steph

Alfred, who only posts the Manor and London with captions like poetry

Selina Kyle because she already had a regular account but B was like “oh that’s dangerous now that we’re affiliated”

she was like “well how am I supposed to fuel my ego with no instagram for people to thirst after me”

B sighed and was like “well,,,,,”

Harley Quinn fluctuates between being banned and interacting with EVERYONE’S content with offensive amounts of emojis

anyways tell me WHY Conner Kent has the most iconic page on the internet

it’s full of these aesthetic photo dumps and crackhead videos of YJ doing dumb shit

also Tim. he’s got chaotic gen z billionaire vibes and most of his stuff is on his close friends list because B doesn’t need to see the REALLY dumb shit he gets up to

yeah they’re both hot and yeah they’re both elite pages. but Kon’s is Sabrina Carpenter energy and Tim’s is P!ATD energy so they’re different flavors of slay

on the opposite end of the spectrum we’ve got B, who has four posts, all exactly 365 days apart

it’s the yearly Father’s Day family portrait

Dick Grayson does that millennial vlog thing but Not

���a day in the life of a 24 year old cop (who also happens to be a vigilante)”

also a compilation of clips of him jumping off buildings, some taken by him and some by other people

can you IMAGINE this dumbass with a gopro

Red Bull wants to sponsor him what can I say

he lets his favorite villains follow him

WHEN I TELL YOU BILLY BATSON HAS THE MOST FAMOUS PAGE OF ANYONE IN THE COMMUNITY

because he was a public figure ANYWAYS. this is the idiot who used to walk around charging people’s phones with his powers and taking selfies for cash. people know him

so Captain Marvel has this crazy account with him doing memes and slo mo compilations of him punching guys from his body cam

his most hit post is a video where he found a cop harassing a bunch of kids on the street (who he happened to KNOW) and without saying anything at first just kindaaaaa walked over and fried the cruiser’s entire inner workings

“yo, copper! I think somethin’s up with your system, man!”

while the cop was trying to figure out how to start his fucking car again, Billy herded the kids down the sidewalk and they all took off running, giggling like maniacs

Damian Wayne doesn’t post a lot, but when he does, it’s to match with Jon

I mean like taking pictures of each other from across the same table and the captions are each half of a whole song lyric, stuff like that

his personal favorite is actually their softlaunch— they found an entire wall of mirrors at the planetarium on a date, Jon had his right hand on Dami’s waist and the other in his pocket, and Dami was standing in front of him, holding the phone with his right and tilting Jon’s face down with his left to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. neither of their faces are in it and it was Damian’s wallpaper for a WHILE

my babies ANYWAYS

Diana Prince posts exclusively about her favorite ice cream shops

Bart is the kid whose note is always like “in the hospital👍” / “sick again” / “hate broken ribs I can’t eat seven burgers in this condition” / “got possessed by a death god again :/ third time this week” and it’s like jesus man can you catch a break

can you imagine finding fucking Superman has a verified instagram account but it’s private so you can’t even follow freaking SUPERMAN

Duke Thomas is thoroughly over his siblings’ shit and there’s a ton of videos of them being dumbasses with captions like “someone save me it’s two in the morning”

anyways A COMPILATION OF TRENDS

“nobody move, there’s blood on the floor” for LITERALLY any ship it’s so funny

“what? you’re not coming to my tea party? Bethany, I made BISCUITS” with increasingly low res crack pics of Red Hood falling off of things, generously edited and posted by Tim Drake

dance trends with Steph and Cass

“guess which outfit is whose” with Tim and Steph but they’re both in their Robin uniforms

Tim making a cringey thirst trap edit of Jason who in response posted a clip of Tim tripping his own gear and setting off an alarm

“wearing the same outfit so no one can tell us apart” and it’s all the Batkids in their Robin uniforms (most of which barely fit) ((Bruce and Alfred cried))

the Superkids did the same thing a few days later and dragged Clark into it

not-quite-thirst-traps where they just kinda stand there over music but everyone in normal comments would’ve gone crazy

calisthenics trends. Thanks

it’s like a THING between all the Titans where they’ll sneak up behind each other, yell “THIS IS SPARTA,” and kick each other off roofs

someone sneaking up behind Jason while he’s belting Seasons of Love

MOTORCYCLE CONTENT

somewhere out in the world there’s a shaky, blurry video of Robin, Superboy, Spoiler, Blue Beetle, and Beast Boy dancing to and half-singing-half-yelling Tell Your Girlfriend

if you think of any more social media trends or videos or pics you see that remind you of a hero tag me because I’m obsessed with the idea of these idiots on socials

[kralierror404]

Headcanon For: Thangyu Squidgame :3

Just far warning for some suggestive ones

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-They have a cat called Minty and she’s like their little daughter, Thanos took a photo of himself, Namgyu and Minty together as a family photo.

-Namgyu calls Thanos Choi, he is the only one who gets to do so, while Thanos gets to call Namgyu Jeong (i hc that as his last name)

-Even when Namgyu works Thanos will sometimes go to the club just to know hes around

-Both are dreadfully bad at being alone

-They shotgun kiss, meaning Namgyu might take smoke from his cigarette or Thanos might from his vape and they blow it into eachothers mouths

-Thanos is a man who holds by the waist and hips, he just loves settling his hand there, he loves touching Namgyu all together so even when they were just friends he’d put his arm around his shoulder

-Meanwhile Namgyu prefers to peek over shoulders, putting his hands on them so he can see what Thanos is looking at.

-Namgyu had like 4 shirts belonging to his bf before they moved in together and all of them were shoved to the bottom of the closet as if they were a secret. Kinda gross but at the time so they didn’t lose their smell, he didn’t wash them.

-Thanos has taken SO so many pictures of Namgyu and put silly stickers on him or filters he doesn’t know about

-When they go to bed and cuddle there is no possible way Namgyu is getting up until Thanos wakes the next day because he has got such a strong grip on him, honestly its useful for when Thanos has nightmares and he wakes up with a start, holding Namgyu, feeling his breathing reminds him hes safe.

-Thanos had an abusive dad :(

-Namgyu had an abusive mom :[

-Whenever they get high together, they sometimes end up having a rlly needed talk about emotions, they dunno how they venture into those topics but they do and as much as they both don’t really talk about feelings, ending up doing it anyway really helps.

-Thanos is 5’11 and Namgyu is 5’9 making their height difference 2 inches

-Their smoke spot used to be (and sometimes still is) in a junkyard behind a mountain of cars

-Names in their phones are either something stupid or something sweet

-Namgyu to me is trans ftm ngl

-Thanos is pansexual, Namgyus gay

-Neither of them can cook that well but they try and they do make edible things at least

Sectioning off the suggestive hcs so feel free to scroll past!

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-Hickeys.everywhere.

-They’re both loud, Namgyus louder

-Switches but only on rare occasions when Thanos lets Namgyu have control

-Namgyus such an attention seeker when it comes to wanting something so he definitely will wear one of Thanos’ shirts and just his underwear then sprawl himself on the other man. In public though? He gets more bitchy and grumpy even when he’s not really, its just their sign

-Handcuffs with fur.

-Thanos is massive tease

-Both of them have so many pictures and videos saved of the other (with consent obviously). Oh and Thanos has recorded them before so he can use sounds Namgyu makes in his music

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-Namgyu dyes Thanos’ hair for him when its fading

-Hyung and Namsu are also frequent nicknames in their relationship (“Gyu! How many times!?”)

-Whenever they argue, they can be quite stubborn to admit they’re wrong and say sorry

-“Bro.” “Man” and “Dude” are used just as much as the cute loving nicknames, literally you wouldn’t know their dating bc of it until youve seen them kiss on the lips

-Thanos is one to kiss all over Namgyus face until its annoying him - hes very playful with affection- like he licks his bf too. Eventually Namgyus got so used to it he doesn’t react unless it does feel weird

-PILLOW FIGHTSS

-Their fave movie is scream 1996, its their comfort movie even though they know exactly what happens and when.

END OF POST, I HOPE PPL ENJOY THESE!!

[thebroccolination]

LI’L MARKETING GENIUS

Okay so—I love everything about this, so lemme go through it piece by piece, ready?

Yesterday, Kit and Singto were spotted by fans eating at a restaurant together (with GMMTV staff, who also posted photos), and one fan said Kit was leaning on Singto’s shoulder for photos. Just now, Kit posted those same photos to his Instagram page.

There’s a lot of fun to unpack in this, because I appreciate the marketing angles here.

First off, Kerrist is Kit’s personal merch brand, and he was wearing the black and white versions yesterday in different social media posts:

[posted by @.bunnybig]

[posted on kit’s tiktok]

I figured he’d have something new out around the time of the series finale, so he’s probably going to start taking pre-orders soon. That means it’s a good time to soft-launch it in social media posts like these.

The other thing I like about this is that it suggests Kit and Singto are very, very intentional about everything they do during the promotional period. If you were around during Singto’s freelance era, you may remember that we almost never saw Kit or Singto together, and they didn’t share photos of their time together themselves. Even though they were still close, even though they spent time together, I think there are only two or three publicly available photos that even exist of them together while they were working separately.

So I think whenever they’re “caught” out together like this now, it’s 110% intentional. In a Japanese magazine interview a few months ago, they were asked what each other’s favorite places in each other’s houses are, and they both had ready answers (Kit said Singto’s stairwell for the acoustics, and Singto was like, “So that’s why you take your guitar in there all the time,” and Singto said Kit’s couch). There are plenty of stories about them hanging out from their friends, but they don’t really get “caught” by fans all that often. Probably because they’re mainly hanging out in private spaces where fans don’t have access. (Which is what I would do too tbh.)

Anyway, I love this because I don’t think anyone knew that Kit was going to post the photos of him leaning on Singto that fans saw being taken. This got a lot of buzz among fans overnight, and now today he’s casually dropped the photos—to advertise his upcoming merch.

What I like about all of this—and why I’m posting about it—is that Kit and Singto have effectively curtained off their private relationship while seamlessly promoting their brand based on genuine mutual affection for each other. They’re not (only) working together because their brand is profitable; their brand is profitable because people can see they’re sincere in their closeness, which results in that rare thing: brand longevity. (PeBaCa as a whole are truly impressive for that.)

And most importantly: they know how to protect that closeness.

When I first saw fans posting photos and videos of Krist and Singto out at a different restaurant recently, I was uncomfortable with it. And while I still think fans need to stop doing that in general because it is rude and invasive to encroach on an actor’s private time when they aren’t working, I realized that they’re aware it’s going to happen and they’re using it to their advantage. They’ve been in the industry for over a decade, so they’re perfectly capable of avoiding being seen if they want to. Again, they should all be able to live their lives without being followed or filmed without their consent, but I’m glad they seem to understand exactly how to strategically use the situation to their benefit.

After all, why not take an unfortunate inevitability and turn it into promotion?

So buy Kit’s merch! It’s always really cute and good quality. I have a cardigan waiting for me at a friend’s house the next time I visit Thailand. :>

[drinkabletoxicdishsoap]

for fun: here’s what I think each pjsk character’s favorite pokemon game is! I’ll do my best to choose one but if I’m stuck I’ll got for their top 2!!

⚠️ REALLY LONG POST AHEAD ⚠️

note: I apologize in advance if there’s a lack of scarlet and violet but it’s because I haven’t played it nor watch a play through.. hopefully I can in the future, but I’m sorry if I didn’t list it a lot 😭 ALSO SORRY IF THE EXPLANATIONS ARE BAD/DONT MAKE SENSE 💔💔

Leo/Need:

Ichika: Heartgold / Soulsilver. She enjoys Kanto, but adores Johto and the pokemon it introduced! She likes the life it breathed into it and allows her to enjoy it with color :3 she names all her pokemon after her friends btw. Thats all I got too sorry 😭😭

Saki: I think both Sun and Moon and XY work but if I had to choose one, it would be XY!! She would LOVE Lumiose City and the botiques as well! Based on the anime, I think she would either perform in the Pokemon Showcase and/or Pokevision videos

Honami: Sword and Shield !! She would probably get freaked out with all of the scary pokemon in the wild area, but she would love playing with her pokemon and camping :3 plus there’s appletun too cmon chat

Shiho: Black and White. I can’t explain but I think she would the pokemon, it’s gym leaders, and the legendaries. I just think that the whole region matches her vibes, that’s the best I got..

More More Jump:

Minori: Any game that has contests! It doesn’t really matter which one, she probably has saved files working on the contests for each of them! She likes playing with her pokemon and decorating them :D

Haruka: Any Sinnoh game. Piplup. Need I explain more?? (Gen 8 is an honorable mention for having eiscue)

Airi: Sword and Shield :D she enjoyed the dojo that came with the isle of armor dlc! She LOVES kubfu and liked challenging mustard!! She was thisss close to wanting to just break the dreams of the rival in the dlc.

Shizuku: Black and White! She likes the pokemon that were introduced, and she personally uses an emolga when she can! Oh and she also likes the object pokemon and doesn’t understand why everyone hates them?? they’re just so cute so why??

Vivid Bad Squad:

Kohane: Sun and Moon! She loves all the pretty spots in the game and the camera option and the Photo Booth in the ultra games. Also the island scan!! She definitely spent a long time scanning all the QR codes to get all of the pokemon! She also caught a shinx and named it after An. SHE WOULD ALSO PLAY THE NEW POKEMON SNAP TOO PLEASEE SHES A PHOTOGRAPHER IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE !!

An: Platnium. she has a luxray on her team btw. That’s very important!! She likes the legendaries and sees shaymin as Kohane! She likes the cities and the pokemon that came with the gen. Since shaymin is an event exclusive, she caught a furret and named it after Kohane :D she also adores Cynthia.

Akito: Legends Arceus.. he likes the “difficulty” (he lost to Volo 100+ times btw) I don’t think I have to explain anything else. He never trusted volo anyways smh.

Toya: Sapphire/Alpha Sapphire (both could work). He likes the lore around it and the map :3.. kyogre is his favorite and he likes to compare groudon to Akito :3 (just ignore the rivalry the two legendaries have). It makes sense to him and him only. He probably also uses spectile too.

Wonderlands x Showtime:

Tsukasa: I think he’d enjoy Let’s Go Pikachu/Eevee. He would love to communicate with his starter and dressing up with them! He cried when he walked into viridian forest and saw all of the bug type pokemon

Emu: SUN AND MOON!!! SHE LOVES ALOLA!! the trials, the islands, the pokemon, the totems, EVERYTHING!! It’s so beautiful and fun to her :3 she definitely chose popplio, has an alolan raichu, and a slurpuff!! trust me!!! please!! She ran around looking for all the crystals but asked Rui for help (He looked up the answers online before giving it to her).

Rui: AND IF I SAID MYSTERY DUNGEON.. WHAT WOULD YOU DO?! I think he would definitely play the mystery dungeon games, but I also see him playing Sword and Shield. He would enjoy dynamax so much and would try to collect all of the forms to have a full crazy team of gmax pokemon.

Nene: I’d go with Johto for her too. I think she would like to around collecting both badges and fighting double the trainers! She’d crush the gym leaders and the elite 4 too!

Nightcord at 25:00:

Kanade: Legends Arceus. She likes the beauty of the game and the nobles. She likes to imagine which pokemon she’d be the warden of. She also likes the many areas and the story :D

Mafuyu: She doesn’t really play Pokemon. She plays her friends favorite games when they let her and she couldn’t tell you which one was her favorite. Though if she did, she would probably like Sinnoh and would play Platinum. I don’t have any explanation, just a feeling.

Mizuki: Any game with customization could work tbh, so Gen 6 - Gen 9!! I would choose Scarlet and Violet though :3 it allows customization and i think she would love terastallization and how your pokemon gets all crystaly and shiny during it!! Though she would definitely travel to Kalos to perform in the showcases

Ena: She would also play Scarlet and Violet too. She would enjoy the school and the terastallization. She would plan her team and see what Tera type they would have, and if it would work good. Though it’s important to know that she has the version that Mizuki DOES NOT have. They play and trade the version exclusives with each other, BUT FOR FUN, they like to debate which one is better. They’ll pull up everything down to the legendaries to basically everything, trying to prove which is one better. Thats it ty.

That’s all!! If you think they would enjoy other games, feel free to let me know :D I would love to hear other people’s opinions!! TYSM for reading this long post. Sorry if the explanations were bad I got tired halfway through.

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Whats your fave headcannons for John and Bruce?

YAYYYY I HAVE SO MANY (THIS IS NOT ALL OF THEM)

BRUCE AND JOHN HC’s

Bruce is the little spoon!!

Bruce is more obsessed with John than he lets on. John knows this though and eats it up whenever Bruce shows it.

Bruce is a VERY jealous lover.

Bruce and John were both very touch starved before they met each other. 

John brings color to Bruce’s life both literally and figuratively. Him and bruce live/work together and Bruce loves how John incorporates his unique style everywhere. It makes him feel at home. 

Bruce has always wanted kids but thought John wouldn’t be interested in kids—until he sees John being like the super fun uncle every time he’s around any child. It makes Bruce fall even more in love with him :.)

Bruce has changed a lot since John came into his life. He’s become more emotionally mature, more honest, more relaxed and fun. He can’t imagine what he would be like without john.

John and Bruce adopt a cat together and name him Batsy lol

John and bruce love to cook together! (John’s definitely better at it, but bruce loves to learn and just help him any way he can)

John loves to give words of affirmation, Bruce loves gift-giving and they both love physical touch from each other!!

If they get into arguments John usually wants to continue talking through it (because he’s gone though therapy lol) and Bruce wants to bottle it up. John obviously won’t let him. 

They’re super competitive with each other lol (in a healthy way). For example they’ll go to amusement parks and try to go on all the rides without getting sick to see who can handle it the longest haha

John is very clear that he is against extravagant weddings and marriage proposals. He doesn’t mind getting married but he hates how overdone it is. If they were to get married it would be very small and personal <3

(I kinda had a dream about this) if Bruce and John were parents; Bruce would be a very strict and not really the fun dad (obvi lol) John would be the super fun dad who just plays Roblox with the kids because he enjoys it and loves to hang out with them. :.)

Bruce loves summer time—John hates it. John loves winter/rain—Bruce hates it.

No one knows they’re together, not because they’re hiding it but because they just kinda forgot to tell people lol (they wouldn’t feel the need to tell everyone anyway)

Bruce is an old school romantic—holds the umbrella when it rains, pays for everything, gets flowers, gives his jacket when it’s cold. John loves it, he thinks it’s so cute.

John always calls Bruce “Brucie” “Buddy” “Pal” “pretty boy” as cute lovey pet names. Bruce uses “Bud” “Bub” “Handsome” and “Johnny” bc he said it as a joke once but John loved it and wanted to be called Johnny all the time.

John can get a little too obsessed with Bruce sometimes and calls him his “perfect doll” — Bruce likes it but he won’t say that baha.

Bruce NEVER cared to celebrate holidays before John. It was John’s first time celebrating them so it made Bruce see them in a different light.

Bruce’s name for John in his contacts is just John LOL but he has a photo of John smiling that he LOVES. John on the other hand has hearts/exclamation points/CAPS and even a description of Bruce under his contact 💀 and for his photo it’s of Bruce making an annoyed face at someone that for some reason John loves (he thinks it’s super hot) 

Bruce is super patient with John when answering any questions he has about… anything really. Any basic knowledge questions he has, Bruce answers as kindly as he can.