#AND THERE IS MENTION OF REVENGE????

[aa-carnivorousfatality]

KNOW ME AS THE VILLAIN.

***** -------- the betrayer. *

You like to do things up close and personal. As personal as you can get. You are an excellent actor, and you do adore putting on a smile knowing your worst enemy, the one you hate the most, doesn't suspect a thing when they tell you their deepest secrets. Your only motivation is revenge, and revenge you shall get. Perhaps you loved them once, long ago, but any fondness for your target you once felt has long since warped and twisted into perverse obsession, laced with malice and venom and seething hatred. Good or evil does not matter to you. All that matters is they get what they deserve.

Found this and tagging: @attercopus , @neonwebs , @h0b1e , @novaragno , @primordyalsoul , @lacewove , @rpdbdge , @d4ngerous , AND ANYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO DO IT!!

[madhatter1496]

[cheezy-whizz]

man 2004 was a big year for gay people with issues

[undertalethingems]

How do you think Sans reacts to Papyrus’s death during the runs?

If you mean in the base game, uh... we kinda already know? If Papyrus is killed, Sans doesn't show up again until the final corridor, where he'll ask "if you have some sort of special power, isn't it your responsibility to do the right thing?"

If you answer yes (that you do have that responsibility), then he responds, without eyelights or sound font, "Then why'd you kill my brother?"

And if you answer no (you aren't responsible), you get "well, that's your viewpoint. i won't judge you for it.... You dirty brother killer."

There's also the line of description you get if you go on to have a concert with Shyren after killing Papyrus: "A hooded figure watches the commotion from afar." It replaces the line that mentions Sans selling toilet paper tickets to your concert, and of course, of all the characters with hoods in the game, he's the one who would be most concerned with tracking your actions after killing Papyrus. So, it makes the most sense to infer that this hooded figure is Sans.

So his reactions, to me at least, suggest that not only is he heartbroken, he's furious with you. But Sans isn't one for direct confrontations and shouting like Undyne is, so he watches, and I think he still tries to understand why you'd do something so horrible. But that doesn't stop him from being angry because there's no excuse for killing his brother, but sparing other monsters, that he can fathom.

I'm personally not a fan of depictions of Sans sobbing over Papyrus' dusty scarf--he just doesn't strike me as a guy whose first reaction is to cry. For my understanding of him, it makes more sense for him to go numb, initially, then save his anger for his parting shot in the last corridor. No matter what you answer, Sans gets the last word in, and it's always to remind you that you did not have to kill his brother.

So uh, yeah. that's what I think.

[uncanny-tranny]

"Treatment" for addiction that requires you to lock up, confine, coerce, or otherwise strip addicts of their autonomy, it isn't treatment. It is a revenge fantasy that prioritizes your desire for subjugation over the actual betterment of addicts.

[rainyrindou]

—NIGHT LIGHT ⋆.˚ ☾

hanma is a childish grumpy baby when he’s been woken up. 0.5k wc ﾉ fluff ﾉ a little suggestive.

cw: no pronouns used, hanma calls reader doll and baby, brief mentions of a previous blowjob & free use.

“doll…” his low grumble comes from beside you as he shakes your shoulder a bit.

you barely glance in his direction as you scroll on your phone. “yes, shuji?” 

“turn the damn light off.”

“huh? there aren’t any lights on.”

he lays there with his eyes still shut a few seconds before he cracks one open and points out the window with a childish grunt. 

you stifle a laugh, “…that’s a street lamp.”

“…huh? for what? why is it on?” he’s clearly half asleep, and a little incoherent. you know you’re safe to giggle as much as you want when he’s like this. 

“so people can see.”

he pouts, throwing an arm over his eyes, “ugh, it’s like, 3am, nobody needs to see anything right now.”

“actually shu, it’s only midnight. and, if i hadn’t sucked you comatose, I’m sure you would be one of the hooligans out and about at this hour.” 

“….close the curtain, doll.”

“no. it’s like a night light, and–

he scoffs, “what do ya need a night light for? dontcha trust me to protect you?”

he wants to bite back and tell you that he doesn’t need a night light, not because he isn’t a little afraid of the dark, but because he feels so safe next to you.

“–and it helps me wake up in the morning when the sun comes through,” you deadpan.

another thing he won’t tell you is how he doesn’t need the sun that streams in through the window every morning; the sight of your sleeping figure beside him is enough. 

but it’s midnight, apparently, and he’s not feeling the type of tired where he can be vulnerable tonight, so he keeps that to himself, even though he desperately wants to know if you feel the same way.

“excuses, excuses,” he tsks. he turns his head toward you and lifts his arm from his eyes, barely cracking them open, “if you hate me just say that.”

“shuji, my dearest. i had your cock down my throat 20 minutes ago.”

he full on glares at you, or at least he attempts to; his sleepy, half lidded eyes betray him. you don’t miss the way the corner of his lips twitched up for a moment, though.

in the dim lighting of your bedroom, he paws around in search of your arm, and grabs you tightly when he finds it, causing you to gasp and drop your phone. with a confused yelp, you’re suddenly manhandled on top of him as he buries his head in your neck, muttering a muffled, “relax, baby.”

you sigh, “shuji, you’re insatiable.”

you feel a deep chuckle resonate against your throat, “c’mon, you told me you like being used, yeah? so be my sleep mask for a lil while...” you roll your eyes at him for using your words against you, and at the way his voice trails off as if he’s already falling back asleep. you can’t help but giggle at your needy god of death who whines when you aren’t touching him for even five minutes.

your personal guard dog, the grim reaper of kabukicho— his world would fall apart without you. 

he’s never told you that, but you feel it through his actions; through the longing in his touch. 

in the morning before he leaves for work, he gives you a tighter hug than usual, and the sweetest, softest kiss. in bed when he grabs at your hands, no matter what position he’s tangled the two of you in, he gently brushes his palm against yours before he squeezes. and now, as his breaths even out and you slowly attempt to shift yourself off him, his arms tighten around your waist with an annoyed huff. 

he feels protected by…well, whatever it is about you; he doesn’t know. it’s less like the way he looms over any poor soul that dares to glance at you a second too long, and more like your soul is the solace that his needed all this time. your presence grounds him in a way he hasn’t experienced before; it warms up his heart and makes him soft. it’s the reason he can’t bear to let go of you in the night, and clings to you as long as he can before he goes out into a life that doesn’t treat him with nearly as much warmth.

despite the headache that he is sometimes, he makes you smile. so you settle in on top of him, because he’s given you no other option than to be his anchor in a world where he can only see the light in your presence. 

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

The greenest of the green flags!

Though ngl i feel like all the guys would do this in various circumstances

[xxx-scars-on-my-neck-xxx]

JULY 23 Y'ALL!!! LET DA SOCIETY KNOW DAT BLACK PARADE IZNT DED!!!11!!11!!

(July 23 iz gone! Come back next year!!1!!1!! :D)

[saltpepperbeard]

i love love LOVE that stede had little to no reaction towards the captain's quarters being empty/trashed. like, he reacted exactly how i expected him to, how i hoped he would, ie making some kind of quippy comment about how it works for the space.

because yes, the library was his "pride and joy." yes, he had an entire auxiliary wardrobe dedicated to different outfits. yes, his entire space was decked out in finery and material things.

but at the end of the day, they're just that: things.

you know what matters more to him? his crew. his family. his beloved.

he willingly gave up his wealth to his family back on land, and then struggled right alongside his family at sea. he didn't scramble to make money for himself, but instead tried to get a bit more financially stable for his crew, for his love. he stayed right alongside his new family, and prioritized their wellbeing above his own.

it doesn't matter that those things are gone; what matters is that those he loves are safe and sound.

((and like, also, he is probably going to want to rebuild/get more little knickknacks and trinkets. but he'll be able to do so with his family, for his family. it'll be their collective space, their home and heart))

[buccini555]

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬

★ They ended up seeing the marks on your wrists after you ended up hurting yourself after a serious argument between you

★ H e a d c a n o n s !

★ 𝑭𝒕. Manjiro Sano, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Kakucho Hitto, Kokonoi Hajime, Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Takeomi Akashi and Kanji Mochizuki

tw: sh mention

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

"Mm? What was that?" Looking at you carefully, Manjiro looks down at your wrists, he had never even noticed those marks before, as soon as he noticed them, he already knew what they were.

"W-what?" You questioned, lowering the sleeves of your blouse at that same moment, already knowing that Manjiro had just discovered that you were injured.

"...Are those cuts? Did you cut yourself?" Gently taking his hand to your face, making the sleeve of your clothes go down again due to the lightness of the fabric, Manjiro questioned what those marks were.

Nodding your head in affirmation, you gave your answer, making Manjiro stare at you in complete silence for a few brief seconds that felt like an eternity.

"M-mikey...? I'm so sorry." The boy looked away, seeming to get lost in his own thoughts for a moment.

Approaching again, he subtly held your arm, looking over each of those marks. "...It was my fault, wasn't it? Did I make you do it?"

"No! I-it wasn't your fault, I-I..." Immediately, you tried to explain yourself to Manjiro who just shook his head in denial.

"Promise me, swear to me, that you will never hurt yourself again." Holding your hand again, he spoke in a serious tone, Manjiro was shaking and apprehensive, still feeling responsible for having made you do such an act against him.

"... I promise." Hugging the same, you made your promise.

"I don't want to lose the only person I have..." Returning your display of affection, Manjiro hugged you carefully.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨

"Princess... You don't need to hide it from me anymore, I've already seen it." Without you waiting, Haruchiyo spoke as he sat down next to you and held your arm gently, you could see exactly the pain in his eyes as he stared at your arm knowing that he had been injured.

"I'm so sorry..." Holding back the tears in your eyes, you just apologized to the taller one.

"You're not to blame, you're not to blame for this! It was me who caused this..." He tried not to blame himself, but the weight of seeing you suffer made it really affect him with a great guilt for not having simply avoided that discussion.

"It's not your fault, Haru." You wanted to calm him down, but as much as you could, he didn't seem to accept that.

At that moment, Sanzu stared at you in silence, even though he didn't show his feelings with such felicity, he had his moments that he considered a "weakness".

"... I know how you felt because of me, that fight, Damn! I... I never wanted to be an asshole to you, I'm sorry." Trying to control the tears that wanted to be released, Sanzu said almost like an outburst.

"Don't blame yourself, please Haru..." Still trying to comfort Haruchiyo, you made your speech.

"I don't want to see you cutting yourself anymore, okay? Don't ever do that again." Breaking the silence, he said looking away.

"R-right..." You promised indirectly, making him feel better.

"Hey?" Haruchiyo approached you and gave you a kiss, trying not to dwell on the subject too much.

𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

"Who did this to your arm? Did something happen? Baby?" Kakucho would be extremely worried when he held your arm and saw those newly made marks, as much as he didn't want to accept it, he definitely already had in mind the reality that you had inflicted those injuries on yourself.

"...W-Was it, you?" When he found the courage, he took a breath from the bottom of his lungs and asked his question, even though unfortunately he already knew the answer.

"I'm sorry Kaku, I didn't want to disappoint you." Seeing him worried made your heart sink, but at that point, there was nothing you could do to continue hiding that secret until then.

"No, don't say that." At that moment, Kakucho hugged you without thinking twice, all he wanted was to make you feel comfortable even in the middle of that situation.

"You will never, ever be a disappointment to me, I'm so proud of you." Pulling away from the hug and looking directly into his eyes, the taller man said what he had in mind.

"Look at me." Again approaching, he cupped her face.

"Mm? Kaku?" Looking into his eyes, you wondered what he wanted.

"Never hurt yourself again." In a serious tone, Kakucho continued his speech while looking at his eyes with the same sparkle as always.

"... I promise." Looking away a little embarrassed, you promised.

"No need to promise, my sweetheart, I trust you." Holding your face gently and still looking directly at you, Kakucho would speak with a small, relieved smile.

𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞

"Don't do this to me, sweetie." Kokonoi unexpectedly appeared behind you, fixing his black lined eyes on the newly healed marks on your arms.

Taken by surprise, you tried to hide those injuries with the sleeves of your sweatshirt, but you already knew that everything had simply been discovered. "What do you mean, Koko?"

"I want to say that I know that you're hurting yourself." Approaching you and lifting the fabric that hid the marks, Koko said as he looked away.

At that moment, you only managed to remain completely silent, he knew, there was nothing left to hide, Kokonoi was definitely hurt and you couldn't help but be sure of this fact.

"I-I'm sorry!" Hugging him, you began to apologize with insistent tears slipping from your eyes.

No matter how disappointed he was, Kokonoi would never deny your hug. "Oh? Baby... I'm so sorry. For anything I've done, I'm truly sorry."

Koko looked at you with sadness in her eyes, at the same time worried, he hugged you still in silence, without being able to utter a word.

"I'm sorry Koko... Please." Again, you apologized.

"You're forgiven, baby, don't ever do that again, please." Breaking the silence, Kokonoi made his speech, obviously he would forgive you without thinking twice, despite that, he would start paying more attention to your behavior and would also try to avoid arguments for your well-being.

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

"Shit, what was that?" Rindou exclaimed in a low, barely audible tone as he looked away from the apparent injuries on your wrists.

The silence became almost sepulchral when he held your arm, running his fingers lightly over those bruises, Rindou hugged you, feeling your body trembling and your heart racing.

"...Don't do that to us again, it hurts me as much as it hurts you." The taller man expressed himself calmly, pausing in his speech to look for the right words out of fear of hurting you even more.

"...Damn, I-I, I hate seeing you hurt, I'm so sorry." Holding his arm, his voice no longer maintained the same tone, he could no longer deny himself the urge to cry, in doing so, tears secretly rolled down his face, Rindou was being sincere when he said how bad he felt for seeing her so sad.

"I'm sorry, Rin." Making him let go of your arm, you apologized in a few words, he remained silent, but soon ended up pulling you into a hug.

"Promise me, promise me you won't cut yourself again, especially because of someone else like me." The seriousness in his look and intonation was visible, Rindou was sorry for that argument, so he promised himself that he would treat you better.

"I promise!" Hugging him back, making him calm down and feel better, you made your promise.

"I love you so much, I do, nothing like that will ever happen again..." Rindou said with a subtle smile of relief on his face as he gently stroked your hair.

𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

"No, you didn't do that, did you?" Shaking his head, Ran asked you with a worried look as soon as he noticed those newly made marks on your wrists.

"I'm sorry..." Looking away, you knew that at that point there was no longer any way to hide it from Ran.

"I'm the one who's sorry, my princess." Looking somewhere, shame and guilt showed on his face, Ran definitely felt it.

"It wasn't your fault, Ran." You said as soon as you realized how affected he became in that instant.

"Yes it was, we both know, but it doesn't matter now." The taller one held you gently in gis arms, kissing your forehead, Ran said with a trembling voice worried about what he had caused.

You spend some time hugging in silence, all Ran wanted at that moment was to comfort you and show you that he was right there by your side to take care of you even if he sometimes ended up behaving inappropriately.

"I'm here and I don't want you to hurt yourself again." Breaking the silence, the taller one spoke calmly, still with a trembling voice.

"I am not going." In a low tone, you said, hugging him tighter and calming him down.

"Will you promise me, my beauty?" Hugging you even more eagerly, Ran made you promise never to get hurt again.

“I-I promise…” You made your promise without thinking too much.

Ran pulled away from you and kissed your forehead, becoming more at ease with his promise, he would rather trust you. "That's better, my love."

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

"What the fuck happened to your arm?" Takeomi was never so serious, seeing those marks on his arm really made him bitterly regret all the harm he caused you.

You remained silent, just hoping Takeomi would ignore those fresh scars.

"...You, were you the one who did this?" The older questioned again, Takeomi approached you and lifted the sleeve of your blouse, leaving the marks even more visible, that time, you actually realized that he was sincerely worried.

"Don't fight with me again, Takeomi, p-please." Worried about what Takeomi might do, you just started apologizing.

"Fight with you? Of course, not!"

Unexpectedly, Akashi hugged you, in that same hug, you could feel the apprehension in his behavior.

"Promise me you'll never get hurt again by an asshole like me." Pulling away and holding you by the shoulders, Takeomi spoke.

"I promise." Embracing the same, you made your promise.

Takeomi couldn't help but return the hug and did so. "I'll take better care of you, I'll..."

𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐌𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐢

"What are you hiding from me?" He had already seen the marks on your arm, but honestly Kanji had no idea how to deal with that subject without ending up hurting you.

"N-nothing, Mochi." Apprehensively, you spoke, trying to separate yourself from that question, even though you knew he already knew about your injuries.

"... Don't lie to me." In a serious tone, he said.

"Don't fight with me, please!" Bracing yourself for the worst possible reaction, all you could do at that moment was apologize.

"Baby? I would never fight you over that, I just don't want you to do it again." Even though you still felt like he was being insensitive in some way, Kanji spoke trying to get you to just trust him.

"I'm sorry." Lowering your head and looking away, you said in a shaky voice, still trying to keep those marks away from Mochi's eyes.

"Look at me, please, look." Holding your face, he made you look back at him.

"Hm?" Seeing that he wouldn't fight with you kept you surprised and relieved at the same time.

"Promise me you'll never get hurt again because of me, I promise I'll never be stupid to you again." Still maintaining a serious tone and a steady gaze, Kanji spoke.

You were silent for a brief moment, but you wanted to promise that. "I-I promise."

Kanji smiled in relief and hugged you, leaving that subject aside, even so, he would change his behavior to never see you hurt again.

[aioliravioli-69]

This one was a long time coming (a.k.a. since I found out about 'Duolingo on ice') so I started looking into it and I found this!

This pose

This pose specifically was MADE for Buddy!!

I couldn't resist

Buddy being a dramatic bastard

[cassianig]

-Idiot-

Rindou Haitani -

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A pattern tap, tap, tap, is thrummed against your bedroom window, your eyes flick up to it and there stands your best friend, his face bruised, a hood over his blue-yellow hair, his violet eyes watching.

“Rinnie?” You breathe out as you push your textbook and notebooks away from yourself and slip off the bed heading towards the window. You open the glass frame and breathe his name again quietly, grabbing his sleeve and pulling him towards the now open frame.

“Hey.” He speaks simply, as though his face wasn’t all banged up. He quietly slips through the window, not making a single sound as his feet touch the ground of the bedroom floor, his shoes hitting the carpet soundlessly. You stare at him, dumbfounded. He rubs the back of his head and opens his mouth to speak but closes it after seeing the look on your face. Clicking your tongue and turning on your heels, you march towards the door that leads to the bathroom, stomping through the door, and he’s hot on your heels.

“Listen, it’s not that bad…” He trails, gently grasping your wrist in the fingers that connect to his palm.

“Haitani.” You hissed, turning to face him, “What have I told you about showing up like this?”

He grins, “You should see the other guys.”

“I don’t want to see the other guys.” You scoff, ripping your wrist from his grasp and bend down, crouching as you look through the cabinet below the sink.

He watches you from above, his eyebrows raised, “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

You turn to glare at him, “Haitani Rindou.”

He raises his hands in the air in mock surrender, “C’mon (Y/N), live a little, get away from those textbooks, come with me on a ride sometime.”

Your nose scrunches up as you rise to your feet, “I’m not getting on that,” you pause glancing at him, gesturing him over with a sigh, “Death machine.”

He lets out a snort as he walks past sitting down on the closed toilet that sits behind you. You roll my eyes and turn to face him, a rag in one hand, alcohol in the other. Patting his knee, he spreads his legs further and you shimmy your way between them, sighing, “What happened?”

“Few guys jumped me, got a few good hits,” He pointed a finger to his face with a hum, “Showed them that I’m the Haitani Rindou for a reason.”

“Idiot.” You mutter with an annoyed eye roll as you dab alcohol onto the rag in your right hand. “Damn idiot.”

He just takes it, watching you with those eyes, “You're going to get seriously hurt one day.”

He grins, “Come on now, pretty. Have some faith in me—” 

His hand gently grasps your hip, his eyes searching yours, trying to find something, he licks his lips muttering, “I don’t mean to worry you.”

You glance down where his hand lay then to his face, your gaze softening and you mutter out another, “Idiot.”

He blinks up at you, “I’m your idiot, (Y/N).” 

You roll your eyes, biting back a sarcastic comment as you place the rag on his cheek, smoothing it over with your thumb as he hisses quietly. “Stupid.” You mutter as you glance into those violet eyes, your fingers movements slowing as you see the intensity of his stare.

His mouth opens then closes and he swallows his Adam's apple bobbing. 

You reach up your hands pulling his hood down and you run a hand through his hair. “You’re an idiot.”

“I know.” He nods his gaze relentless. 

You smirk, “Good to know you’re self aware.”

He rolls those pretty violet eyes, “I won, baby. Why are you so upset?”

You sigh, “I just-”

You glance away, biting at your bottom lip as you think of the right words. When you glance back to those eyes, those eyes you’ve stared into so many times before stare at you, his face unreadable as he rubs his thumb along your hip.

“I care because what if one day you get into a fight and don’t get up, or you get so beat up that not even the best doctor in Japan can help you, okay? Don’t you get it, Rindou!?” You bite your hands shoving at his chest lightly.

“(Y/N),” He said quietly, but you weren't done, not yet, not until he got it through his stupid thick skull.

“You’re too reckless, you and stupid Ran!” You hissed, “You two are so stupid. You know that if I happened to see that you were in the hospital I would lose my mind? Stupid idiot, I don’t get it, you show up here all bruised and bleeding and then you flirt with me, idiot.” You scoff, as your eyes glance down at him sending him one of your nastiest glares, “Then you leave and I don’t hear from you for days!” You throw your hands into the air.

“(Y/N).” He says again this time with more force, as though he wanted to say something.

“Stupid idiot!” You hissed, “You need to get better and answer me, I’m your best friend after all! You go and fight and-”

Suddenly he’s standing to his feet, you stumble backwards at the bluntness, he’s catching you in his arms and pulling you flush against him, “No, you listen, idiot.” 

You raise my eyebrows in response, “Fine.” There's a pause before you add, “Idiot.”

“Shut up.” He rolls his eyes, “I fight because it’s thrilling, I fight because Ran is by my side with me, I like it, I love it.” He adds, “Idiot.” Before he speaks again, “I show up  here because I enjoy you, you’re thrilling, it's so…” He trails off, “You’re my best friend, idiot, and for those days I don’t answer you… I have no excuse. The only one I can throw your way would be that I like you too  much, more than I thought was possible, if I always came over…” He looked into your eyes, “I don’t think I would be just flirting with you, idiot.”

“What do you mean?” you ask dumbly, “What do you mean by that, Rindou.”

He rolls his eyes, “You know what I mean, (Y/N).”

You suck in a breath, “You’re an idiot.”

He rolls his eyes, one of his hands reaching up to gently grip your chin, making you look at him, the other caresses the shirt on your back as he keeps you flush against him, “Tell me I’m not wrong, that you… care for me.”

“Rin-” He cuts you off, shaking his head, his hair falling into his face.

“It’s a yes or no question, baby.”

“No, you're not wrong.” You speak quietly, “I care for you so deeply…”

He nods his head, letting go of your chin to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, “I also care for you deeply, more than you know.”

“You’re still an idiot.” You sigh.

“Like I said, baby. I’m your idiot.”

You roll your eyes as he leans in closer, his face getting closer to yours, “And I’m about to kiss my idiot.”

“Not in the bathroom, idiot.” You scoff.

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I don't know I had this in first person and then I changed it because I figured it'd be more enjoyable this way. So if you see an mistakes that's my bad its too late I'm going to bed lol

Also this is my first piece idk felt cute might delete it later, or i might upload more not sure depends on my confidence when I wake up. >:P

This is a test to see if people like my writing (or see it) and to see if I can improve IDK IM A LIL NERVOUS AHAHAHA

[skywalkr-nberrie]

Just wanna say that If Anakin only loved the “idea” of Padmé, his “vision” of her would’ve been shattered when he found out she was secretly conspiring behind his back against Palps, while keeping it a secret from him in the ROTS novel. But he quite literally says this instead:

Anakin doesn’t care what Padmé does even if it goes against what he believes in or if *hypothetically* that shatters the image of her, which it doesn’t btw, because we see she’s still his precious wife. And that’s because he doesn’t love the idea of her. He only loves her for her. Just like Padmé, he accepts all of her even when he doesn’t agree with her.

Another perfect example is how Anakin even as Vader, still continues to love Padmé after he thought she was teaming up with Obi Wan to have him killed. Literally the first thing he asks is “where is Padmé? Is she safe? Is she alright?” (while still believing, she betrayed him.) that’s called unconditional love. And when he’s told that he was the one who “killed her”, his immediate thoughts are:

“this burns hotter than the lava had.” Again, all while thinking she had betrayed him.

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Rockstar!Baji x Popstar!Reader

♡ SFW, fem reader, fluff, jealousy (on the fans' end), arson because it's Baji ♡

note: this was an anon request that I no longer have (oops I did it again) but I remembered it 🙃 also expect two more sets of Baji headcanons before the week is over 🙌🏽

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🎸 Baji and his band is already super famous and you had made a pretty big name for yourself in the pop industry

🎤 When you and Baji started dating your fans flipped out, you two were like the stereotypical bad boy and girl next door

🎸 No one expected your relationship to last, they were all anticipating for you to come out with a break up song any day now

🎤 That day never came obviously because you and Baji are perfect together, an absolute power couple in the music industry

🎸 I can already hear the song collabs in my head

🎤 You've sung backup vocals in a few of his songs and he's even helped you with writing

🎸 You two are each other's inspiration and biggest supporter

🎤 Meet and greets are so chaotic because you two plan them together, his female fans are extremely jealous of you and his male fans are jealous of him because he bagged himself a bad bitch

🎸 Baji is so much calmer around you, it's not even funny (he's still a crazy vampire arsonist tho, that'll never change)

🎤 He likes doing extravagant (and dangerous) things for you, one night he built a papermache heart, doused it in gasoline, lit it on fire, and held it up outside your window like a lunatic (Chifuyu and Tora helped him do it too)

🎸 You two stay out of the public with most of your relationship, but you do post a lot of random selfies on your social medias (a lot of random stray cats too because it's Baji and what else would you expect)

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Taglist

@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katkusuo @happy-trenchcoated-impala @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies @manji-hoe

[merricatblckwood]

I'm thinking about the fact that so many BBC Sherlock traumatised veterans ended up being huge fans of ofmd or good omens and I feel like. Nature is healing or something. Queerbaiting aside, Moffat and Gatiss were taking themselves sooo seriously like oh look at this very heterosexual dark genius and the fans were like "oh he's gay and autistic and in love with his best friend and he's smoll and cute" and that would piss them off so bad.

With ofmd and good omens it's so unapologetically silly and unserious and any interpretation could end up canon and everyone is cute and emotionally stupid and creators and fans are on the same vibe

Nature is truly healing

[clownpalette]

You have to move on!

Fr revenge's tears is like the goriest story I have 💀💀 (spoiler) everyone dies at the end-