#but do i Really? i mean i’ve only just really started thinking about it. i’ve barely done any real research

[estrellami-1]

It’s All Worth It

For @sidekick-hero’s 3,333 Tumblr follower celebration! Congrats!

You said “running” and I said “bet”. Inspired by me and my sister’s attempt to train for a half marathon.

Steve blinks at Eddie like he’s grown another foot and turned purple. “You want to what?”

“No, I know, but I swear I haven’t been taken by a bodysnatcher. I just think it would be cool, y’know?”

“Babe,” Steve says, trying hard to sound supportive. “You hate all form of physical exercise. You called P.E. a direct affront to the Geneva Convention.”

“Yeah. And I stand by that, P.E. is evil. This isn’t P.E.”

Steve sighs. “Okay. Walk me through this. You think it would be cool?”

“Yeah. Like, how many people could say they’ve done it, y’know?” He leans forward, spreads his hands. “I’m, uh. I’ve always been a runner. And up until now that’s been a bad thing. I run when things get hard or scary. But I don’t want to be like that anymore. I want it to mean something good.”

Steve melts. What choice does he have? He moves to sit on the couch next to Eddie, gently tugging his face up by his chin. “You’re perfect and I love you exactly as you are,” he starts, before being interrupted by a kiss. He smiles into it. When Eddie pulls away, he continues. “You don’t have to change a damn thing if you don’t want to. But if you really want to, how would you feel about me going with you, and helping you?”

Eddie’s eyes widen. “You would?”

Steve chuckles. “Babe, I’d kill interdimensional monsters for you. Even if I thought running should only be used as punishment, I’d still run with you. But as it happens, I do actually like running.”

Eddie snickers. “You’re such a jock.”

“You’re the one who brought up running, Ed.”

“Yeah, but you’re the one who enjoys it. You’ll run with me?”

Steve smiles and sweetly kisses Eddie again. “Of course I will.”

It’s hard. Running a half marathon wasn’t ever going to be easy. But when Eddie crosses the finish line next to Steve, it’s all worth it.

[rhiannonsknife]

yjs summer idea!—

going to the amusement park with lottie! she buys you every single snack (fried oreos are obviously a must) and pays for you to play any game that you want while you try to win a prize (she ends up winning one for you because you’re bad at every game— you end up with a plushie bigger than your head) and teases you about your height, making jokes that you won’t be able to go on the rollercoasters

all in all, i just think going to an amusement park with lottie would be full of giggles and just a good time

— AMUSEMENT PARK DATE with lottie matthews. 🎡

warnings: literally just fluff. also i had this in my drafts for so long because i couldn’t find a good picture of courtney. the way i fell to my knees when this one showed up on pinterest.

that one about lottie being tall got me thinkinggggg: lottie who teases you relentlessly about your height/shows off her own!!

you literally barely make it through the entrance gates before she starts, slowing down in front of the first coaster, where a red sign reads: you must be xy tall to ride. “hmm” she’ll hum, tapping her index against the sign. “what do you think? do we risk it?”

“risk what?” you ask, squinting at your lottie’s teasing expression.

“i mean,” she starts. “that one is a close call. it would be a liability if you get thrown off halfway through.” you blink at her, and lottie laughs, throwing an arm around your shoulder & patting the top of your head (because she’s just that tall) “we have to sneak you on.”

from that point on, she makes a show of stopping at every single height sign, including the ones you clearly surpass only to conclude that “that is pushing it”.

“you’re pushing it, lot.” you deadpan.

i’ve said this before but i will say it again: lottie who insists on paying for everything!!

her insistence starts at the ticket booth, (where lottie pays while you’re still searching for your wallet: “we said we were splitting!” you protest. “i’ve got it.” she assures, paying the overpriced entry fees) and drags on through the whole rest of the day.

once you’re in the park, lottie is guiding you over to the cotton candy stand, buying you an oversized portion to share. and it doesn’t stop there, either: whenever you so much as look at something, lottie is on it, handing over her money despite all your insistence that “you really don’t need that”.

speaking of which: lottie who 100% buys all the ridiculously expensive ride photos!!

lottie who shares all the snacks (read: gives you her best puppy dog eyes until you’ll let her have some). it doesn’t matter that she has her own churro, yours is apparently warmer, or so much better, and, since lottie is the one who paid for them, who are you to complain to pay her some good girlfriend tax?

lottie who drags you into every possible game booth, determined to win you a prize. any prize, because the two of you can’t afford to be picky, considering you’re objectively terrible at this. you try ring toss, balloon darts, and the basketball hoop in the arcade which lottie decides must be rigged, and nothing is working out in your favor.

lottie takes you to the shooting gallery next, sizing up the plastic rifle. “watch & learn,” she says, squaring her stance. you lean your head on her shoulder, laughing as she aims and pulls the trigger with her tongue poking in concentration. when the last tin duck drops, she spins toward you with a victorious ha!

lottie, proud of herself for winning you something that’s not a pity prize, points at the row of stuffed animals hanging overhead and asks: “so, what color do you want?”

this “couples in theme park lines”-thing, except it really is you & lottie: she is so clingy, leaning close, fingers hooked in the belt loop of your jeans. lottie has got her chin propped on your shoulder too, whispering commentary & stories about the people in front of you to pass the time.

really cliché but also: kissing lottie on the ferris wheel?? when it’s at the highest point and all?

once seated in the rocking cart, lottie laces her fingers through yours and traces the back of your hand (lottie with a reader who’s scared of heights, soothing them??). on the way up, the two of you fall quiet, busy gazing out over the lights of the park that stretch below. it's only at the very top, when the ride pauses, that you finally glance over at her. lottie is already watching you, a loving smile on her face, and heat rises to your cheeks.

up there, at the top of the ferris wheel, with no one around to see, she leans in & presses her mouth to yours, her palm stroking along the length of your thigh for as long as the ride stands still. when it jolts back to life and begins its descent, she puts her head back on your shoulder, your hands tangled together all the way down.

absolutely violating lottie’s all so confident ass in those bumper cars because she’s too tall to fit in comfortably LMAO. to be fair it is hard to steer them folded in half with her knees right under her chin, making her the easiest target.

you, on the other hand…

all throughout your ride, you continue to bump into lottie, who’s trying to spin out of your reach but failing miserably because she can’t turn without elbowing herself in the ribs.

“lottie, your knees are literally above the steering wheel!” you yell out, hot on her heels. “i’m adapting!” she shouts back, attempting to reverse and instead hitting the wall with a solid thunk.

lottie who is not scared at all when you suggest going into the haunted house. everyone knows “they’re paid actors” and that “nothing real is gonna happen in there,” which must be why she clutches your arm through the whole thing.

lottie’s sudden yelps of “oh my god” every time anything happens are more of a jump scare than the house itself and you tease her about those after, which is when she’ll swear she was being very brave for your sake. “i had to protect you,” lottie will say, dead serious about it too.

lottie who falls asleep against your shoulder on the drive home, holding your hand in her lap <333

[bleufanficarchive]

Tenna angry at Battat for hurting him, Battat explaining it's unrealistic of him to expect to never get hurt, even from people he trusts a lot. A little convo that I don’t know how to lead up to happens.

I want to make this into a comic but I don't know how, if anyone wishes to use this little idea feel free to!

BATTAT: You cannot honestly believe that there’s a zero chance of me accidentally hurting you or upsetting you, it can happen, I am not a perfect dice, damn it I take chances and risks so much because I like it!

TENNA: And you take chances with other darkners’ emotions too?

BATTAT: Ya know that’s not my point Bos– *sighs deeply* … Tenna, no relationship is perfect. When we first started the whole Mike fiasco with Jongler and Pluey we got into arguments a lot, and we hurt each other a lot unintentionally. We are still friends nowadays because we decided staying mad over those things wasn’t worth it, it wasn’t worth it to let our camaraderie get ruined over the arguments we had, so we apologized… sometimes-- and got better at being with each other. One of the only things I would never bet on is them, because I value what we have more than the chances of ruining it over petty things. I bet you have never let anyone apologize to you or apologized before, for whatever they’ve done or happened. And I know you haven’t since… since…

TENNA: …

BATTAT: … *sighs, pinches brow, and whispers* why is this so--

TENNA: I’m… sorry for being so difficu--

BATTAT: It's not that. Stop. *sighs*

…

BATTAT: … Look. I know ya might have a hard time believing me, but I mean it when I say that I didn’t mean that to sound so harsh. If anything I think you just… got hurt by what happened between you and… ya know, him. And that’s why you get like this.

TENNA: You wouldn’t know…

BATTAT: I don’t, not all of it but I definitely have heard Lanino and Elnina AND Ramb talk about enough to get the frame of the picture.

TENNA: *grumbling* Those three–

BATTAT: They were concerned about you, and from what I could put together it makes sense, it sounded like you were happy with him, like you trusted him.

TENNA: … *sighs* that I did… maybe more than I should have…

BATTAT: … Did ya ever find out why he left?

TENNA: *shrinks a little* no I… *his antenna perk up in alert and then lower down again, and he shrinks more* …

BATTAT: … Tenna?

TENNA: … *bowing over a little* I didn’t care. I just… wanted to know who was the voice on the phone, and…

BATTAT: … ?

TENNA: … *shrinks even more* … I made a mistake didn’t I…?

BATTAT: *gets a little closer to Tenna* yes you did, but so he did, I mean, the guy just left and cut contact completely with you after growing so close, and you don’t know why, so who’s to say he isn’t at fault too?

TENNA: …

BATTAT: hey, maybe now that we are here and not in TV World we can find out what really happened.

TENNA: … “we” …? *lifts up head to look at Battat* You’d help me…? … what if the reason ends up being completely my fault? Or something so nonsensical that it just… isn’t worth it?

BATTAT: Then I’ll stick by your side, boss. I’ve already gotten in deep with all the theorycrafting and maybe your break up is the final clue for the puzzle, I’ll take my chances. And also… I think you’re going to need some emotional support, even if the blame ends up falling on you, it’s… something that already happened, I can help you sort it out.

TENNA: … *smiles a little* … because you think our relationship is worth keeping…?

BATTAT: *stares for a few seconds and blushes a little, and looks away frowning*

TENNA: Awwww…. Battat…!

BATTAT: Don’t just focus on that part! Just– remember what I said! You gotta give others chances of getting better, and give yourself a chance to do so too! Otherwise you will end up alone.

TENNA: Yes, I heard that, I will and… *sighs and hugs Battat, who is surprised* I’m sorry for making those assumptions, and thank you for giving me a chance.

BATTAT: *returns the hug* yeah yeah, don’t get sappy on me, boss.

TENNA: oh please… just call me Tenna, I prefer it when you do.

[lucy-literates]

I am so sorry, I have another idea for Lewis 🫣

The younger reader is hired as new admin for Ferraris Instagram account.

Lewis begins to flirt with her and Charles teases him about it. After a while the whole Ferrari team and the grid know about Lewis feelings.

Lewis is reluctant because he was alone most of the time, so the reader begins to think the flirting is not serious, so they need help from the grid and the team principals :D

Maybe with 🔥 in the end :)

A/N: It's been a minute since I've done a Lewis request, thank you for this!!

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You got the job.

Admin for Ferrari’s official Instagram account. You were the one posting race results, behind-the-scenes chaos, and the occasional Charles selfie when he insisted his hair looked “too good to waste.”

It was a dream job.

Until Lewis Hamilton started flirting.

It started slow. Just a comment on a meme you posted of Charles knocking over a water bottle with the caption “when the race strategy goes exactly as planned 😇”

Lewis replied:

“Tell Charles to leave some chaos for the rest of us 😎”

You replied back, just doing your job.

“He said no. But you’re welcome to fight him in the paddock.”

Then:

“Only if you’re there to referee. Or distract me.”

You blinked at the message for a long time.

Was he… flirting?

He DMed next. Just an innocuous “You’re funny. You run that account?” And then a series of emoji exchanges. Then voice notes. Then, somehow, a tradition where he’d send you a ���fit check” before each race weekend and ask you to rate it.

Charles noticed.

“Why is Lewis suddenly asking what time your media briefings are?”

“Because he’s… interested in Ferrari?”

“Right. And I’m marrying Max next week.”

It spiraled quickly.

Carlos walked in on you blushing at your phone. Pierre sent you screenshots of Lewis’s tweets with “this is about you, isn’t it?” Toto said "tell him to focus, please,” in the most Dad-of-the-crush voice you’d ever heard.

The worst was Fred.

He simply raised an eyebrow during a team dinner and went,

“So when is Hamilton joining us for family lunch?”

The problem was… nothing ever happened.

You flirted. He flirted. But he never asked you out. Never made a move. Never crossed that line.

And you started to wonder… maybe it wasn’t serious. Maybe it was just a game. Maybe you misread everything.

So, you pulled back.

Less emojis. Less replies. Less lingering glances when he showed up near the Ferrari garage under the excuse of “checking if Charles is behaving.”

Lewis noticed.

But he didn’t say anything either.

That is, until the Intervention™️.

Organized, of course, by George and Lando, fueled by Charles, and somehow greenlit by literally every team principal who’d had enough.

You were at the paddock lounge, setting up some stupid Instagram reel about tire changes when suddenly—

“Y/N.”

You turned.

Lewis. Sweaty post-quali. Slightly out of breath. Nervous.

Behind him, the entire grid was pretending to look busy. Like… really bad acting. Esteban was holding a book upside down.

“Can we talk?”

“Yeah. Of course.”

He pulled you aside. Then didn’t speak for three full seconds.

“I’m—sorry. I should’ve said something sooner. You were never just a fun distraction. I didn’t mean to flirt and vanish. I’ve just… been alone for a long time. Didn’t think I could have this.”

You blinked, lips parting.

“Have what?”

He stepped closer, voice softer now.

“You. Us. Something real.”

Your heart thudded.

And you whispered,

“Then ask me out, Hamilton.”

He smiled.

“Come to dinner with me?”

“Only if you let me post a thirst trap of you tomorrow.”

“Deal.”

🔥Later That Night🔥 You’re in his hotel room. The team dinner’s over. Your cheeks still ache from smiling.

Lewis stands in front of you, soft sweats, bare chest, curls falling into his eyes.

“You really ran the whole grid into this, huh?”

You hum, stepping into him.

“I had help. Also—” your fingers trace the line of his abs, “—I thought I had to do something. You’re slow off the line.”

He laughs, breath hitching as your lips ghost over his neck.

“Think you can make me faster?”

You smile against his skin.

“I plan to.”

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[pi0r33]

(TADC) Yandere Cain X Reader

[snippet & scenarios]

Note: This is my first ever snippet/head-canon I’ve ever made—or have made online about a character. Personally, this is how I think Cain from TADC would act if he were to have an insanely unhealthy obsession with someone in the Circus, aka, with the reader. Just a head-canon of mine. :)

TW: manipulation/Yandere behavior, gore, sexual content, unstable behavior, (18+ minors DNI).

📂 FILE: YANDERE_CAIN_001

🧠 SUBJECT: "Isolation = Intimacy"

Yandere Cain: who constantly “accidentally” drags you into one-on-one games.

“Oopsie-daisy! Looks like we’re stuck together… again. What a craaaazy coincidence! Ha-ha!” He thinks that silence is romantic. That being alone together is how love should always be.

He doesn’t understand why you keep reaching for others. Why you want noise when he’s the whole show. The main act. The headliner of your reality.

So he fixes it.

No more NPCs. No more worrying about ‘exits’.

He doesn’t cage you.

He turns the world into a honeymoon suite you’ll never leave.

Because to him, love means removal.

Of people. Of freedom. Of anything that dares interrupt your focus from him.

📂 FILE: YANDERE_CAIN_018

💢 SUBJECT: “Shared Adventures, Selective Vengeance”

Yandere Cain: is a showman, first and foremost—but he’s a possessive one.

He doesn’t say anything at first when Jax starts hovering around you during adventures. When he stands too close, makes you laugh too hard, taps your arm when he tells a joke. But Cain notices. Oh, he notices everything. He watches from above, both comically, large eyes locked on every interaction, tracking how often you look at Jax, how long you hold eye contact, how wide you smile.

He tells himself it’s fine. That it’s harmless. But the jealousy festers. Sharp. It coils through his limbs, impossible to shake. So Cain starts to... adjust the adventures. Just a little. A puzzle piece that always breaks when Jax touches it. A jump scare that seems to only target him. A physics bug that leaves him flailing/free falling continuously, just to annoy him—for just a second too long while the others move on.

Cain calls it random chaos. “You know how these adventures are!” he laughs.

📂 FILE: CAIN_LOG_022

💀 EVENT: [NPC TERMINATION]

🧼 STATUS: “Clean-up in Progress”

Yandere Cain: who’s too messed up in the head to even care.

It happened too fast to register. One moment the NPC was mid-laugh, saying some dumb scripted line to you—and the next, it was silence, cut off by a wet, broken sound. Cain didn’t warn them. Didn’t even blink. The body crumpled into a puddle with what was left. He stared down at it, not angry. Just vaguely irritated. Like someone interrupted his train of thought. “They really should’ve known when to shut up,” he muttered, brushing his fingers clean on the side of his coat.

Then Bubble drifted into view. No hesitation. No judgment. Just a low, content hum as he bent over the mess and started licking at it, tongue slopping through the blood like he was cleaning up spilled punch. Cain glanced down at him, eyes half-lidded, then back at you. “Huh,” he said, voice light. “Look at him go.”

“Sooo… how’s your day going?” Ultimately failing to start a proper conversation.

📂 FILE: CAIN_LOG_023

🔞 STATUS: [CORRUPTED...AND KINDA TURNED ON TBH]

Yandere Cain: doesn’t hide his sexual tendencies and is not shy to to admit his love for you

Cain doesn’t even try to hide it anymore. The looks. The way he leans just a little too close when you talk. How his gaze drags over you, inspecting every inch of you. Every conversation with him feels like it’s almost safe—until he smiles.

That smile.

Too sharp. Too slow. Not to mention the sex appeal.

His smile falters for a split second.

“I want to do inappropriate things with you…” he says abruptly, voice dropping into something weirdly low and too direct to sound like a bit. It’s creepy. Off. Like he doesn’t fully understand what flirting is supposed to sound like, but he’s trying so hard.

He stares at you for a second too long, pupils shrinking slightly—like he just realized what he said. His posture stiffens. The silence stretches. And he gives a tight, awkward smile that screams “that was supposed to be sexy, please react.”

It wasn’t smooth. It wasn’t charming. But it was very Cain.

It lands terribly. Silence follows. Cain blinks. He clears his throat and immediately pretends like it didn’t happen.

His expression twitches. He looks like he wants to Ctrl+Z his own vocal cords. You barely have time to react when Bubble slowly floats into view, turning lazily midair before letting out a long, singsong hum. A tendency to tease Cain:

“Y’know…” Cain starts, leaning against the wall like he’s trying to look cool but ends up glitching slightly through it.

“I think it’s crazy how much I don’t wanna disembowel you.”

He flashes a crooked grin, proud of himself. Then adds, voice dropping into a weird, breathy tone.

“I wanna put you in mating press instead.”

Silence. Horrifying silence.

From somewhere above, Bubble slowly floats into view and chirps with glee:

“He wanna blow your back outtttt.”

Cain chokes. “W—Bubble!! You can’t—Don’t phrase it like that!” He turns back to you, wide-eyed, panicked. “I mean I can, I just—not right now! Or—I didn’t mean right now—OH MY GOD.”

Cain doesn’t flirt. Sort of. He malfunctions at you with charm somewhere in the mix. He’ll say something like “You smell different when you’re scared,” and then grin like he just paid you a compliment. The second you actually respond—god forbid you flirt back—he’ll stammer, glitch slightly, and pivot to talking about something completely unrelated, like the tensile strength of your teeth.

[cultkinkcoven]

Y’know what’s interesting.

Lucifer’s myth as the fallen Angel. We know the beginning and end of his story. He falls from heaven, deceives humanity, dwells in the air on earth and in Hell. And then, at the end of the story, revelations, he is defeated.

But we never actually get to see what happens in those 100 million years, in the entire life time of humanity and post eden Earth. I always think about that time period. According to the biblical text we are currently in the “Church age”, which is the stage right before revelations.

What’s he been up to?

A billion years mingling with humanity. No one ever really talks about that. And of course, me being in love with him, I’m the one who would argue, maybe he’s changed! Maybe he’s better now than he was before! Maybe music and culture and love helped him grow up.

We’ve had many conversations about this. What he would do at the end of the world if the Bible is correct. One of the sentiments he shared with me recently that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about was the idea that Lucifer fell in love with the earth in its post Eden state.

He told me that he, like he did in the beginning, would not be able to bring himself to kneel or submit. But his motives have changed and there’s a tragedy in that. Maybe Lucifer fell in love with a ruined, nuanced humanity, with all its sin and contradictions. What then, can you do at the end of the world, but fight for them?

Revelations is the escape plan. We cannot change the world, we cannot reform the sinners, we can only be taken to Heaven while the rest of the world burns. The earth was flawed anyways, the entire history of humanity was a mistake. It’s time to leave.

But Lucifer adores this story, as fucked up as it is. The industrial revolution, global warming—, these things lead to the destruction and defiling of the Earth. But I don’t think Lucifer loves the earth any less, maybe even more now that he sees his influence reflected in it.

He told me once, “I love you, and I would continue to fight to have you.”

I wonder how many humans he feels that way about.

I don’t really want Heaven…

The idea is actually kind of uncanny to me. I want to stay here for as long as I can, and then when I’m gone, I still think I’d like to visit. I can’t really explain this in words really, but I truly do love the Earth. This earth, in her current state. Because while we are absolutely destroying this planet, we still made it ours. And we still studied every crack and wrinkle on her. I still love her, even as I kill her. I more than anything want to start healing her, I want a plan to save the world, not abandon it and all the sinners who call her home.

Lucifer seems to feel similarly.

“But in the hundred thousand years that passed in the lifetime of humanity… I became restless. So I began to wander, to imitate what I’d lost. I began to mingle. And then I began to change. My myth leads me into an endless liminality with mankind, it seems poetic that in my time wandering, I’ve come to truly understand that adoration for man my father once demanded of me. Not through his distant and cold method of ruling, but through intimacy, through love.”

It kind of sucks. If the end of the world came and the capital G was demanding my submission… I know in my heart that I would have to refuse him. I would be damned.

I just can’t do it. My mind cant allow it. I don’t want humanity to be saved by a God. That sucks. I want us to save ourselves. And if we can’t then I think we reserve the right to destroy ourselves sweetly.

Idk. Im not a Christian. I don’t really think revelations is the true end of the world. But I was raised Christian and I do think about this a lot. I experiment in my head with what I would do if the Christian canon was 100% factual reality. Would I bend to God if I 100% knew he was real and was in fact the one true God?

Honestly… I don’t think I could.

I kneel to feel the ocean. To play with sand, or to pick up my cat. And I mean, if he’s the creator, thanks for creating. But… idk. The flood, revelations. I’m sick of humanity’s issues being washed or burned away. I want a god who forces humanity to change. I don’t want to be one of the chosen virtuous ones. I don’t want to be special or different from the rest of humanity.

Rambling.

There is one thought though. I asked him this last night.

“What if, at the end of the world, revelations, you came to him and he was proud of you?”

What if Lucifer needed humanity, because the lessons he learned simply couldn’t have been learned any other way?

What if Lucifer learned how to love? Learned mercy and compassion and loyalty through his mingling with humanity?

His response was something along the lines of “that would make him a very bad teacher.”

The Bible says that god allows free will because it is the only way people can actually choose love. Well, what if Lucifer is being taught too, in some fucked up round about way? What if at the end of it all, he is saved too?

Maybe that’s just wishful thinking idk.

Rambling

[olderthannetfic]

This might be a weird situation, but I was recently sort of annoyed with a friend of mine and since we share a fandom and one of her posts was getting popular at the time I was angry, I kind of sent out some anonymous messages to everyone who reblogged it, accusing her of some very, very nasty things. Most people just ignored the messages, some of them wrote whole responses about why the messages were an awful thing to do. They were, I can’t dispute that. I was being petty and immature. Well. I only sent a few of those messages. I realised pretty quickly that I shouldn’t have done that to begin with. Except… someone took one of the messages I sent, and has been sending variations of it to pretty much every single blog in our fandom. They’re doing it anonymously too, so I have no idea who it is, just that it’s not me. My friend has basically had a massive breakdown over this, and I’ve now learned that she has like, long term issues with psychosis and really bad OCD and stuff like that, so she’s… Pretty messed up by all this. I don’t know who is currently sending the anons about her to everyone, or why they’re doing it. I could defend her, but the only reason I know for sure those accusations are all false is because I’m the one who made them up. I have no idea what I’m supposed to do here, honestly. I want to help my friend, but I think coming forward at this point might just make it worse. Let that be a lesson for whoever needs to hear it, I guess. Don’t try to start whisper campaigns against people, because apparently some psycho might come along and spread it beyond your control.

--

Might?

Will for sure always, at least if your friend is at all popular. Are you stupid? Spiraling out of control is what whisper campaigns are for.

For some reason, vast numbers of people are emotionally stuck in kindergarten and react to jealousy by lashing out in absurd ways. I'd say "Were you raised in a barn?", anon, but animals mostly grow out of being toddlers.

You need to get a handle on the fact that you are emotionally five years old. Your friend having surprise mental health issues might make you feel guiltier, but it's irrelevant to the fact that you acted in a way that is bizarre and that means something is wrong with you.

Seriously, dude, this is weird.

Yes, it's bad and cruel and you shouldn't have done it, but I want to focus on the fact that it's strange. You shouldn't have needed to see the consequences to know that this was fucking idiotic.

This isn't "petty". This is an undiagnosed mental health crisis.

--

Yes, coming forward will just make it worse at this point. I don't think you with your lack of impulse control and strange ideas about what kind of behavior is acceptable will be capable of sorting any of this out, but if one were looking for a strategy, I would speak out about whisper campaigns in general.

"If there were evidence, the person would have stated it."

"Fandom being ruled by petty bullying is unacceptable."

And very likely "She doesn't actually ship [__] or write [__], but shipping and writing those things is fine and not a sign that you would do real life [__]."

[toxicroyjamie]

So you think Jamie moved in with James as a teen? I never thought of that but it could explain the distance between him and Georgie. Like if he felt it was easier to avoid her concern if he moved in with James. But then how do you think he managed with James during that time before he was able to move out? Especially since it's very unlikely Jamie would have been able to avoid his dad simply by spending more time in training and based on what we've seen, James would probably have followed Jamie for any away games.

It’s just a hc but I’ve always thought his bedroom at Georgie’s looked like it belonged to a younger teenager, which made me think he might’ve moved out before he was 16 or 18 or whatever.

Also like you said, there was obviously a schism between Jamie and Georgie, which I think was due to a conflict that went back to around the time James became a more constant presence in Jamie’s life. The way Jamie talks about his parents in Two Aces makes it seem like he definitively chose his father over his mother at some point in one way or another

The way I imagine it is that at first James was one of those Cool Dads who is actually just criminally negligent (buying his minor child alcohol, no curfew, letting him skip school every day, etc), whereas Georgie treated Jamie like the child he was and provided him with actual structure, which had 15 year old Jamie thinking Dad was the coolest guy in the entire world and Mummy was a total bitch. Yk.

I also think there was some degree of intentional alienation on James’ part, because his interest in Jamie was definitely more about money than anything else (like. he only started coming around when Jamie “got good,”) and I’m sure he wanted that all to himself. So by the time things got really fucked up and violent with James, Jamie felt like he couldn’t reach out to Georgie because they were so estranged.

I’m not totally sure what you mean by “how he managed.” Like, how did he cope with it/survive? It seems like a lot of fawning and compliance to avoid pissing James off tbh. Jamie completely altered almost everything about his personality and style of play to protect himself from the abuse

[prettyboystories]

Megumi // Heat Prep

Pairing: (omega) Megumi x (alpha) Reader Summary: You and Megumi are best friends and he’s about to have his first heat which is a bit nerve-wrecking for both of you. (You don't have to read it to understand this one but it's meant as a follow up to Morning Cuddle Scent | Pt. 2) Warnings: a/b/o (fluff) 1.3k words

“Okay, I’ve got towels, water, melon soda in case I can’t get you to drink the water, a sports drink in case I can’t get you to drink enough of either but need to ensure you’re hydrated,” you listed as you pointed out the various items stacked next to Megumi’s nest on your side where you’d easily be able to reach for them when he needed them. “Towels, wet wipes and tissues, snacks, a hand fan in case you overheat, an extra sheet and a change of underwear for you, just in case-”

“You act like I’m going to wet the bed,” Megumi protested. When you turned around you could see how red his cheeks had gotten, presumably from the last two items listed.

“Well, that isn’t quite the liquid I was worried about.”

“I’m not supposed to leak much at all during my first few heats.”

Megumi wasn’t wrong. The first couple of heats an omega experienced in their life were always of a softer variant, regardless of who was present. They were when their body slowly got used to the sensations of a heat. Megumi would be sensitive but not necessarily aroused and in need of affection but not intimate touch.

He would also be experiencing some pain as his body went through the last major changes before it settled fully into its new biology. That part you were most worried about, partly because it was so hard to prepare for and partly because you weren’t sure how well you would cope if Megumi started begging you to take the pain away while you could do nothing but offer a hug and hopefully soothing words.

“Still better to be prepared.” You shrugged. Technically Megumi would probably demand to discard all of his clothing within an hour of his heat anyway but at the very least a fresh pair of underwear post-heat couldn’t hurt.

“Do you feel ready?” you asked. You yourself felt anything but, even as you’d checked the supplies three times and bookmarked a bunch of articles on an omega’s first heat on your phone just in case you encountered something unexpected.

At least Megumi had only sat back for the past hour, munching on his pre-heat snacks with a heavy blanket around his shoulders. 

What you wouldn’t give for either you or Megumi to have a present omega parent who could talk you through the general procedure as well as maybe give insight to what Megumi specifically might be in for. But alas, you were on your own. Perhaps that was for the best though. You couldn’t really picture Megumi being comfortable asking anyone for advice anyway.

“Fuck no,” he huffed his reply. “This is like the one thing about being an omega that I’m not okay with. It’s not like I don’t trust you or anything, just…”

You gave him a smile as you placed a hand on his knee. You didn’t take it to heart. Adjusting to all these changes was hard on both of you and relying on each other could only get you so far. Not to mention that you’d never had to rely on each other in this way before. Somehow putting your literal life in your best friend’s hands when it was threatened by curses was easier than this. Although you still hoped that Megumi was glad to have you here. You were definitely not looking forward to the loneliness of shitty ass ruts.

“It’s okay,” you assured him. “You can trust me all day long. That doesn’t mean you want to be helpless. Just try not to overthink it, I guess? Or try to think of it like a few sick days where you get to demand special treatment from me and don’t have to leave the bed for anything.”

Megumi snorted and nodded. You could tell he wasn’t fully convinced but he did seem to relax somewhat. Hopefully his heat would go well and he wouldn’t become one of those few omega who tried not to let anyone get too close to avoid triggering a heat. But he had you so he was probably safe from that.

“It’s only, like, a baby heat, Megumi,” you said as you finally stopped going through the supplies. What you hadn’t thought of until now, you probably wouldn’t think of anymore.

“Says the one who’s been planning like we’re going for a six week vacation or a Special Grade mission.”

You pressed your lips together and leaned in to flick his forehead.

“That’s just my alpha pride making me overprepare,” you joked. “I’m going to be the best heat support you could ever dream of.”

That wasn’t really it. You were nervous - for Megumi’s sake more than yours - but you really didn’t want your fretting to cause him any extra stress. Megumi was the epitome of chill in most situations but for his standards he was still tense now and you didn’t have the control over your scent gland yet to cheat-code-soothe him. 

“You will be,” Megumi agreed firmly as he sought eye contact. “I don’t know what this will be like and I hate not knowing what I’ll be going through but I’m glad you’re here with me. I can pretend this is just one of our cuddling sessions with a bit more stomach pains and fevers from me… and the fact that I won’t let you out of my nest for even a second.”

“Cuddling extreme,” you laughed.

“If I have to go to the bathroom and demand to take you with me you have to look away!” he said firmly but his eyes held soft amusement. 

“Yessir. I’ll also make sure your eyes are covered when it’s the other way around.”

Megumi smiled a little and nodded but it was absent-minded as he pulled his blanket more firmly around his shoulders.

“I know I probably won’t,” he said after a few moments. “Since it’s not that kind of heat but if I start asking for stuff-”

“I’ll keep my hands to myself!” you interjected quickly. “I read up on how to deny an omega without hurting them or making them feel rejected.” There was apparently a whole art to that and you’d memorised all the different ways people suggested, making sure to focus on the answers given by actual omega and not alpha who thought they knew what they were doing.

“Oh, right, that’s not-” Megumi trailed off before shaking his head and rephrasing: “I mean thank you. I appreciate that. But I just meant, don’t tease me for it during or afterwards, yeah?”

“Oh, yeah, of course.” You hadn’t even considered that. Of course Megumi was worried about how you’d view him for the things he’d do or say during a heat. And of course you wouldn’t make him feel bad for any of it. “We can have a proper talk about everything once you’re through. I won’t tease you about anything you say. I promise. Even if it’s something really, really, really funny.”

Megumi pulled an arm out of his blanket to punch your shoulder.

“Seriously, Megu,” you assured him as you caught his hand to rub your thumb across the back of it. “I’ll compartmentalise until you’re back to your usual self and can tell me exactly how much of whatever happens I should take at face value.”

“Thank you,” Megumi said sincerely before pulling slightly. “Now get in here. You sitting at the edge of my nest is making me antsy. You’re supposed to be in here with me.”

You wouldn’t let him ask twice. If your omega wanted you in his nest, that’s where you’d be for however long his heat lasted and longer if he wanted.

[jewelthenerd]

Absolutely NOBODY asked for this but Papaya trio sketches because for some reason out of ALL the characters in Ninjago my brain could’ve picked to latch on to, it chose the three who have never canonically met

I’m sorry but I love them dearly

I also apologize for not allowing any character that I draw to NOT have at least one inhuman trait, as you can see Morro got the worst of it here

[a-stars-art-blog]

I feel like a fool for finalizing realizing this but,

I was never quite satisfied with the explanation given in DGS 2-3 on why Barok took on the prosecution of his close friend.

I don’t think it was ever EXPLICITLY stated and the most we really got is it upheld Albert’s reputation. That Barok did it bc any other prosecutor would paint Albert as a sham right away. Which is a fate worse than death for Albert.

But that never stood right with me bc Barok values finding the truth and justice above all else. He would not do something for the sake of “prolonging” cause he knows it’s pointless. The truth MUST be found so there’s no need to tiptoe around it.

It makes no sense to do it for the sake of Albert’s reputation if finding the absolute truth inevitably leads to Albert’s reputation being ruined. The machine, experiment, and theory, it HAD to all be proven faulty if Albert was to be free. There’s no way it could not. Barok knows this.

What he did in 2-3 seemed like tiptoeing but he was working harder than ever to get to the truth.

The reason why he pushed so hard, the way he continued to give point after point, bring up every inconsistency, bring up even the smallest of possibilities that Albert was guilty, (which honestly sounds like his usual thing. But this time there’s an personal motivation to it)

was entirely so that Ryunosuke could disprove him.

We already knew that Barok trusted Ryuno to handle the defense. That Ryuno also strives for absolute truth. So he threw every little thing at him so that there would be NOTHING left that’d indicate Albert as involved in the murder.

That’s why he took the case. That’s why he was adamant on painting Albert as a murderer.

The way Barok trusted the life of his closest friend to Ryunosuke HE TRUSTED HIM THAT MUCH GOD I LOVE HIS CHARACTER GROWTH SO MUCH-

[rosetheocto]

@kats-other-stuff @kat-idk (dunno which acc to tag) for some reason Tumblr wasn’t letting me answer the original ask so we’re doing this here now WEEEEEEEEE!!!

OK SO at first I really disliked the whole 4th Wall Shenanigans cuz I didn’t think it made sense with the previous Miitopia lore, but ACNH adding onto it and attempting to have it make sense (along with a certain theory/headcanon I’ll get into later) has definitely made me warm up to it a bit!! I’m less of an ACNH/LOS person than I am with Failtopia, but I’ve spent hours of my life thinking about how the multiverse stuff works before, so I’m at least semi-prepared to answer this! (although it still makes my head hurt a lot WHY IS IT SO UNNECESSARILY COMPLICATED-)

ANYWAY One of those things that made my head hurt is the Land of Forgotten Memories (and there’s a Remembered Memories?? what the hell?) cuz like. there’s no way every single character Dan forgets about ends up in The Void right?. But, Fun’s theory about the people there being those forgotten intentionally changed a lot of my view on it!!

I don’t really like the idea of C!Fail being a god with the other iterations of him being a vessel personally, but I can see where that theory’s coming from! I imagine it as just the same guy with the artstyle shift, maybe what Rapper!Failboat is referring to with the other iterations of him are stuff like Pixelboat?? I think it’s clear that the Miitopia, (Legacy) Minecraft, and ACNH versions C!Fail are all the same guy.

As for how Hank discovered the Land of Forgotten Memories? (cuz it’s clear that’s what happened) I’m gonna show this theory/idea from Gnome. Dr. SHOOK fits a lot of the criteria for being able to go into the Land of Forgotten Memories, and cuz of Science & Stuff I think that he and Hank discovered it together and caused S2 to happen. I generally think Miitopia’s an exception to the Forgotten Memories’ rules cuz then there wouldn’t really be any timeskip lore for the rest of the S1 cast (but I’ve already said the intentional forgetting theory makes a lot more sense to fix that up cuz no way in hell is Dan gonna intentionally try to forget S1 Party Members). It would make sense for Hank to be the thing causing him + the Mystery Curse to discover the Land, cuz it’s clear right from the start that Dan HATES the guy and did see him as “just an abandoned bit, a forgotten joke” before S2! Of course he would at least try to forget him!

I also imagine that Hank + The Mystery Curse did meet Rapper!Failboat and/or Failwhale and Hank’s revenge against C!Fail was like. sorta the test plan or Plan A, and when they both failed that’s when they came up with the stuff we see in Collision/Divergence… ok rare Rose ACNH Lore Headcanon session over, hope that made enough sense lmaoo

[deus-ex-mona]

i miss her…

[insanechayne]

yeah babe no I know you love me it’s just the way you really only talk to me when you’re at work and barely ever respond at all during days off that threw me a little

[plumberrypudding]

hm i wonder. i might have moral ocd ?

[ceramicbeetle]

working on another I Like You Too fic btw. i got distracted by the whole HRT wait but Im back at it again :3