#BE WHO YOU ARE FOR YOUR PRIDE :3333333

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happy ga(is)y month everybody!!!!!

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[feedruggie]

you: okay, get this. amphitrite... and poseidon.

me: say no more <3333333 <3333 <33333

love that you use neal's version while your amphitrite is the way she is because he's a GORGEOUS man and yet next to her he's like some handsome guy who happens to be a king. and she's this. ethereal blue sea nymph with a CORAL crown and glowing eyes and both sweet and mischievous and just. perfect. mwah. I love herrrrrr. they r great together. im gonna give her all the cool sea glass i find on the beach.

Oomf. I'm so glad you understand and I'm so glad you love them as much as I do🥺🥺🥺. This message has triggered my brainworms so now I will explain their entire dynamic 🦐

"Like how the shoreline recedes back into the ocean, he too, will return to her side."

TL;DR: Kageyama love is war (Greek mythology version)/Eternal Will they, won't they!!!!! (They're married) (They have children together)

Long answer 🐟

I wanted to write a version of them where they are in an unforgiving spiral. It started out as unrequited love but soon turned into genuine friendship and appreciation for the other. Especially after having kids and spending centuries with him, Amphitrite does fall for Poseidon. HOWEVER!!!!!; she can't be obvious about it in fear that he'll stop putting effort into the things he does for her, forever keeping him on his toes and ensuring that he doesn't see her as just a "conquest".

She also takes on mercy as her main motif to combat Poseidon's ruthlessness unless someone really pisses her off 🐬🐬

I also wrote her to not take on suitors because idk man shes just not like that in my brain 🧠 she enjoys the company of mortals on the land above but sees them more as friends/entertainment as I've established her to be quite lonely and not get out much

On the other hand, Poseidon still has his infidelities but I wrote Amphitrite as someone who doesn't care at all about it (since it was originally unrequited love).

Poseidon will always flock back to her at the end of the day no matter how far he strays as his love for her is genuine. Bro is like obsessed. And also too prideful to acknowledge the reality that she couldn't love him back.

There are sweet moments, angst moments etc. They care if the other got injured or sick and are quite protective of their family..also Amphitrite is chill with all her step kids and their mothers because why not

At the end of the day, it's the two of them struggling to realise that the love they have for the other is unconditional as they try to stay by their partner's side in their own complicated way!

OKAY YAP SESSION OVER ���️☝️☝️

[cloudcountry]

hiii auburn congratulations on your bake sale <3 i'm sure your baked goods will be as lovely as usual, today i'd like to order some grape juice in mostro lounge™ sponsored collaboration cup along with apple slice rose puff pastry.

Thanks in advance, i can't wait to taste these upcoming sweet treats hehe

WIFEEEE <3333333 MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE WHOM I LVOE

an order of platonic fluff with epel felmier!

You can act like it bothers you all you want, but Epel knows damn well you’d still risk your neck for him. Maybe that’s why he finds so much joy in being reckless sometimes, because he knows you’ll come through. Maybe it’s because nobody ever has before.

You stare at his bruised knuckles as he chomps down on a bag of potato chips—like his chewing wasn’t louder than your questions about why he had to hide something like that—and frown.

He’s been your friend for so long, and yet he hasn’t changed even a little bit. You feel like you’re changing every single day, from your growth spurts (however impressive or unimpressive they may be) to your hair and sense of style.

Epel is still completely Harveston, through and through. It makes youw onder if he ever really left.

And maybe that’s why he still feels like home.

“What are you thinkin’ about over there? Ya look so serious.” Epel comments through a mouthful of chips, cramming more into his mouth as if ten at a time wasn’t enough.

You roll yoru eyes but there’s no malice. Just like always.

“You are unbelievable.” you say dryly, and Epel makes a soft noise of pride.

He’s so smug. He’s always been so smug.

A beat of silence, filled only by his chewing. Another.

“You haven’t changed a bit, you know? Sometimes I look at you and still see that little boy who played with me all the time.” you say softly.

He stops chewing and swallows, looking entirely unconcerned.

“That’s because we’re in this together right? Thick and thin?” he smiles, and you try not to notice the potato chips stuck between his teeth.

You smile and nod, feeling at home.

“Yes, thick and thin.”

[lysol1201]

💘💤The Eccentric and The Sloth💤💘Belphegor x GN!Reader (Part 15)

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 6 , Part 7 , Part 8 , Part 9 , Part 10 , Part 11 , Part 12 , Part 13 , Part 14

The stairs to the attic. How were you supposed to go about this? Just… walk up it or something?

Yeah, you should start there. Walk up there.

You took small and soft steps up the staircase to where the attic should be. Belphie was going to be up there. You knew he was. He had to be.

What would you do if he isn't? Would it hurt? Your pride or your heart? Admitting that you were tricked, admitting that you can be tricked with just the thought of a little cow boy, admitting that Lucifer was right, or admitting to yourself that Belphie really wasn’t here?

You needed this. You needed him. He had to be there. You knew he was. No question.

And you were right.

There’s a door. You walked up to it and saw it. Saw him.

“Cow boy!” You grabbed onto the bars of the door as you saw him sitting there.

His body froze. That voice. He knew that voice. Why… why was he hearing that voice? Oh no. Oh no no…

Belphie’s head spun around slowly. He saw what he wished he wasn’t going to see. He saw you.

“MC… don’t tell me-“

“I’m the exchange student! Oh my God, I knew it was your voice, I knew you were up here, I knew it! I knew it!” You celebrated, trying to do so quietly as to not alert anyone.

Belphie felt one thing. Guilt. He lead you up here, with plans of your demise. This was what he wanted, wasn’t? To kill the human exchange student? He wished to kill you once, too, so it kills two birds with one stone, right? So why did he feel so… lost?

“I… I didn’t know that… it was you…” Belphie stuttered as his heart beat at a thousand miles per hour. Was he supposed to go through with the plan? Was he supposed to continue what he wanted to do with you? Was he? Was he?

Was he?

“How do I get you out of here?” You broke him out of his thought process as you inspected the door that had him locked in the attic. His brain malfunctioned as he wondered what to say.

Does he say what he had rehearsed? Or…

“MC…” he sighed. Then he made his decision.

“In order to break the seal, you need the consent of Lucifer and the others.

You need to make pacts with all of them.

I have faith in you, MC. I know you’ll get me out of here.

So then, we have a deal.

I’m counting on you, MC.”

So, you invoked on your journey to get your little cow boy out of captivity.

You already had the pacts of Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, and Beel. So, really, you only had one more left.

Lucifer.

You already had a grudge against Lucifer, solely because of the stuff Belphie used to tell you and his hatred for him. You were biased. But, you had to go and get that pact from Lucifer no matter the cost.

Even if it got you killed.

Well, preferably not.

But why would that ever happen to you?

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this isn't late you are

Apologies for those who have asked to be tagged in previous chapters and not added in this one, it's been a lot of work and I've decided not to add more to the tag list and I can't find any notes on who I was gonna add to the list but I will add to this one if I find that I didn't include all I had previously, but I won't be adding more from here on out </3

edit; we’ll see tho, i noticed most of my tag list are now inactive accounts (shows how mf bad i was at updating this on my part, some havent been active that i saw since 2022… i’m so bad at this)

Thank you for your patience, goal is to finally finish this fic up this year!! <3333333

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[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

hi ml <3333333 can I request a ler!chan and lee!minho fic (who’s surprised by the pair I chose?)? scenario could be that chan was feeling in one of the worst ler moods ever, while Lino was also in one of his lee moods. But prideful as he is, he never admits it and instead retorts to being bratty. But it’s so BLATANTLY obvious by now because he’s used that tactic so many times that chan pins him down and only starts when minho finally begs for it. and then, when he’s in hysterics and thrashing and pleading in between crazed giggles for chan to stop, chan says « Why should I stop? You were the one begging for it anyways, so now take it and be good hmm? You still have a long way to go before being a lil giggly puddle for me~ »

bonus if the other members overhear what’s happening and all get embarrassingly flustered and all look at each other in silent agreement. never cross a chan when it is in a ler mood.

i twisted it a bit...hope that's okay 😈

Hoodie - Part 3:

again with the spicy gifs for a fluffy fic...its a sana trademark atp

words: 1.5k tw: cuddly tickles, chan makes minmin beg for it- lee: Minho ler: Chan taglist: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v–143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpages @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry this fic is about tickling, if it’s not your cup of tea pls scroll!~

Prompts:

6. "Do you want to die?"

15. "Apologies mean nothing to me."

34. "Woah. I didn't expect that much of a reaction."

Fans screamed and shouted in excitement and happiness as the two eldest members of their favorite boy group walked along the red carpet. 

Chan smiled a great, dimply smile and weaved a single arm around Minho’s shoulders. 

The two men waved and smiled, grateful for their fans and enjoying every moment of their walk. 

Chan’s fingers covered the top neckline of Minho’s shirt, clearly worried at how cold the air outside was. 

Why couldn’t the stylists choose something warm for the poor boy? 

Minho himself was shivering and leaning into the eldest for warmth, staring up at the sunset.

Chan was relieved that the group was heading back to the hotel for a while, clearly everyone needed to warm up before they all catch a cold. 

The boys all headed to their shared rooms, Chan and Lino bundling up in blankets once they reached the cozy and warm room.  

As exhausting as the concerts were, Chan found himself somewhat unable to sleep, so he resorted to playing with Minho’s hair as the boy slept. 

So peaceful and tranquil, Minho’s breathing hitched once before covering his mouth and sneezing cutely. 

Chan stifled a groan; the cat had clearly caught a cold. 

Determined to keep him warm, Chan pulled Minho closer to his chest, sharing his warmth and kissing the top of his head. 

A tiny smile made its way into Lino’s lips, and Chan gasped once before bursting into loud giggles. “You’re awake, aren’t you?!”

He slapped Minho’s head playfully as the younger burst into loud peals of giggles, the sound bouncing off the walls. 

The kitten sneezed again in the middle of his joyful laughter. Chan patted at the top of his head, covering the top of the boy’s head with the fluffy blanket. 

He playfully bit his lip and pressed his fingers into Min’s side, watching the younger squirm and smile shyly. 

Chan pressed deeper and wiggled his fingers a little bit, causing a strained squeak and jolt to escape from the other pressed against his chest. 

After a while, he let up on the poor cat, cradling his head instead and coaxing him to sleep instead. 

“Well, I can’t sleep now. Oh wait, I sound like someone…don’t I?” Minho grinned against the leader’s chest. 

“Hmmm. I know what you’re doing, Min. Do you want to die?” Channie hummed, smiling mischievously as he felt the dancer’s face warm up against his shirt. 

“I’m not d-doing anything.” Minho cursed himself for stuttering. It was giving him away. 

“Sureee…” 

The two laid in silence for a while, relishing in the warmth and comfort of each other’s presence.

“Hyung…I’m a little cold, can you get my hoodie from the suitcase, please?” Minho whispered, wanting to be engulfed in the warm fabric of his favorite home attire. 

Channie whined once before getting up, shivering as the freezing air hit his skin. 

He retrieved the warm clothing from the mentioned suitcase, walking back to the half-asleep boy before handing it to him. 

Minho threw it on and sighed confortably, hoping Chan would get the hint and just wreck him already. 

Luckily for the dancer, Chan’s fingers and ears were itching to hear more of his sweet giggles again, and the older wouldn’t sleep without hearing them that night. 

Lino waited for the leader to say something, anything for him to provoke the kangaroo with. 

Finally, Chan did speak, but what he said was not what Minho expected. “I know what you want, but I want to hear you say it.”

Minho groaned loudly. There was no way Chan was doing this to him right now.

“Hyuuung...” Minho whined, squirming lightly as Chan’s fingers sent teasing pokes at his sides. 

The tiny tingly feelings were unbearable; he needed more. 

“C’mon, Min. I know you can do it~” Oh, Lino could just hear the teasing smirk on the leader’s face. 

When Channie’s fingers resorted to scratching lightly at his v-line, Minho lost it. 

“FINE! Fahahine, i’ll beg! Please, hyung, plehease tickle me…please please plehehease…” Min whimpered, throwing his head back at the incredibly sensitive tickles to his v-line. 

“Well, since you asked so nicely, and clearly hinted to me what you wanted-” Chan gestured to the younger’s hoodie. “-I’ll give you what you want.”

“please…” Minho whined again, squeezing his eyes shut and waiting for the invading fingers to reduce him into a hysterical mess. 

Fingers scribbled up his torso, and Minho burst into loud giggles, not daring to open his eyes or move his arms away from his face. 

“Awww…you’re not even trying to stop me…are you?” Chan cooed, slipping his freezing hands up the dancer’s hoodie and pressing his pointer finger into Minho’s belly button, causing the boy to let out an embarrassingly loud squeal at the sensation. 

Eyes opening in surprise, Minho shot his hands down and gripped at the leader’s wrist, causing the older to stop completely. 

“Hyung…I’m sorr-HYUNGAHAHA!” The dancer burst into hysterics when the leader’s fingers wiggled and squeezed his rib cage torturously. 

“Apologies mean nothing to me.”

Chan grabbed his wrists and pinned them his above the boy’s head, and went to town on his left armpit, which for some reason, was more ticklish than the right. 

“HYUNG! HYUHUHUNG! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Minho cackled wildly, finding one of his worst spots on show to his ruthless ler, who clearly wasn’t letting up anytime soon. 

The dancer found himself considerably weakened due to the tickling, and was unable to yank his arms down, allowing Chan to do whatever he pleased to him. 

Chan’s tickling fingers danced lightly along his v-line, and the howl��of laughter that Lino let out even had Chan reeling from the sheer volume of it. 

“Woah! I didn’t expect that much of a reaction! You’re not used to light tickles here, huh?” The leader’s fingers wiggling lightly over the bare area, and Minho shrieked and whined as loud as he could through his uncontrollable laughter. 

The light tickes had his stomach bouncing up and down, and his thighs trembled.

“HYUNG! PLEASE NO LIHIGHT TIHIHICKLES! I CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IHIT ANYMOHORE!” Minho squealed breathlessly, letting out wild cackles and arching his entire back up. 

“Too bad, kitten. You have a long way to go.” Chan smirked, diving under Lino’s hoodie and performing his signature; raspberries and nibbles. 

The raspberries and nibbles were absolute heaven torture to the poor boy, who screamed loudly before descending into yet another round of hysterics. 

He felt so carefree, so loose and happy. Like nothing else mattered in the world except how rough Chan was wrecking him to pieces. 

“CHAHAHAHANNIE! GEHEHET OHOHOUT OHOF THEHEHERE! ITS SO BAD-” Minho squealed loudly and cut off his own sentence at the end as a long raspberry made its way to his v-line. 

Tears slipped down his cheeks. He couldn't stop laughing no matter how hard he tried to muffle it.

Minho gasped and sobbed desperately through his laughter, the sound of his hysterics cutting out every few seconds and coming back even wilder. 

“HYUHUNG! IHIHITS ENOHOHOUG-NOOOO!” The boy screamed when Channie’s fingers attached to his hips. 

“Don’t you mean…yes? You did ask for this~”

“IHIHIM GOHOHONNA FAHAHAHAINT, HYUNG!” Minho screamed breathlessly.

Finally, feeling the younger had had enough, Chan stuck his head out of the hoodie to be met with a blushy, giggly Minho. 

“Aghhh…you’re so cute.” Chan is squished at the younger’s cheeks and played with his hair, all while Lino himself relished in the attention, something Channie doesn’t see as often. 

Chan’s favorite genre of Minho. He smiled fondly at the boy and pressed his forehead against Lino’s shoulder. 

“Love you, bub…” Channie mumbled, smiling when a hand came to stroke his hair. 

“Love you too, hyungie.” A soft response came from above his head. 

Comfortable silence passed between the two, warm and cozy with an aura of happiness. 

“You’re not gonna tell anyone I said that.”

“Did you and hyung have fun, sharing a room?” Jeongin snickered at Minho. 

Minho scoffed. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Yup. Back to his sassy self. Though, Chan wished he could just wreck the younger again and bring back soft Lino too. 

“Please. We could hear you screaming from the other room. Luckily this is a private floor.” Changbin rolled his eyes. 

Blush leaked up Minho’s neck and onto his ears as he slapped Changbin’s bicep playfully. 

“Ohhh yah. I was wondering what that was.” Felix grinned, and Lee Know groaned in embarrassment, hiding his face in his arms. 

“Who knew hyungie liked getting wrecked so mu-“

”OKAY, let’s go!” Minho interrupted, grabbing their suitcases and descending in the elevator. 

WHISTLING AND RUNNING AWAY-

[nastassyafilippovna]

Katerina Marmeladova!

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

MY BELOVED <3333333

2. i like how she speaks her mind she straight up is saying shit . her mind is deranged but shes speaking it. at the disaster party when shes just gossiping to rodya . so important to me. also its obvious from the other characters im obsessed with I LOVE A WOMAN WHOS CONSUMED BY PRIDE!!! not necessarily a good thing of course but i love it.

4. I would love to put her somewhere where she can get medical care and be magically healed forever so i guess star trek put her in star trek then she wont hav e t worry about money either . put her in space

12. i have so many katerina headcanons lets get a good one. i think she would be good at drawing perhaps she took classes when she was younger and can draw nice little portraits :-) but she cant afford paper or anything so she can't:-(

24. i was saying this the other day but the bluestar warriors to mentally ill ruslit woman pipeline is real first thing i thought of with this question. she is so bluestar.

[batunatu]

I just wanna say I love your art style and the way you utilize space !! Your panels are always so fun and creative, and your colors are just so perfect together !! Really, your grasp on colors is amazing. It always looks so beautiful 💙💙💙 Also, your lineart is gorgeous and the way you use shape language on your characters is so good !! All of them are so easily distinguishable, and I love your Jesse and Radar designs like UAGDHEHEKWSN WUUEUEUEUE they're so old married couple !! >_< Sorry for talking sm !!

RAUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WAGHHHHHHHHHH WAAAA WAAAHGGGGGGGGG THANK UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

i have no words, i have been thinking about how to answer this message but my brain simply does not process AAA

thank you very much, SERIOUSLY, you are one of my favorite moots in general, always giving me nice comments on my blog, on my drawings and in general someone very nice and who makes me very happy to read each message of appreciation :33

i could say more but i really don't know how to explain that, i really love receiving interactions from moots and it motivates me a lot to continue making content on the blog, i really appreciate even the smallest thing, this also goes for my other followers and moots.

lately school has been driving me crazy, so i haven't been able to upload mcsm drawings, a month without drawing anything related to radesse is crazy coming from me, lol. i hope to do something for pride month and my other mcsm aus, especially the lapis lazuli one

RAHHHH THANK U >3333333 I LOVE UUU (platonic)

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[alienaiver]

Hi Nohr! How about Noya…and the sentence “his smile is blinding” because I would love to read a happy moment with him today!

Have fun with whatever you decide to write! 🥰

good evening luna my beloved !!! you asked and i shall deliver !! surprisingly, nishinoya's presence in this fic is funny but... i get it, hes so good!! fun fact, even pre-timeskip, hes taller than me <3 i hope this was a happy moment enough with him !! <3333333 noya was one of my early favs and i cosplayed him once, hes just so COOL!!! once again got a little carried away [clown emoji]

Tanaka Ryuunosuke is sitting in front of you eating a scone with a sort of aggressiveness you haven’t seen in him beside on the court. The way he bites down on the scone is demonstrative, a way to show that he means business.

Said business? You’re not sure what it’s about.

You’ve been friends with Tanaka since first year but you’re not exactly close – certainly not close enough to go for baked goods alone with him. And yet, here you are.

You lean your head to the side with a frustrated-yet-given-up look, “the thing you couldn’t talk about at school? Can you mention it now?”

He lifts his hand as if to stop you as he swallows the last of the bread. There’s a moment of tense and awkward silence as you wait for him to continue the conversation, breaching whatever secret subject that wasn’t allowed near school.

He looks out the window and sighs, “they say that a clear sky brings frost soon.”

“Huh?”

Puzzled does not begin to describe what you’re feeling. He finally looks at you, a determined smile gracing his features – his hair seems to need a cut soon, it’s grown longer than his usual length, you think. “I’m here on business but on the behalf of a friend – unbeknownst to said friend, so it is of utmost importance that this remains a discreet affair.”

You’re not sure that he understands half of the words he’s using or if he just thought them fancy, so you laugh a bit. “Oookay, have I done something wrong?”

“No!” he almost jumps across the table to you, his palms hitting the surface loudly and dramatically. People around you turn their heads to see what the commotion is and with a blush and clearing of his throat, he sits back with a straight back. “Nothing wrong!”

You nod your head before you take your straw back into your mouth, getting more of your Caramel Frappuccino onto your tastebuds. You regret not buying the large size with the way the tempo is going. He nods back and crosses his arms over his chest, “I heard you like Noya.”

You choke on a portion of your frappe, hurriedly taking another sip to swallow what got stuck in your throat. You hope he regards your facial expression as due to the choking. He waits you out and hands you a napkin, “is it true?”

You clear your throat, “how the hell do you know, though?”

He smiles, “Karima told Teshi who told her big sister, Akane who then told my sister who accidentally spilled it to me in excitement.” The pride he shows irks you and you scowl, taking another loud sip of your drink to gather your reply in your mind.

He’s not wrong.

You just don’t like the fact that he knows – because then who else knows? Did he know? With how close he and Tanaka is-

“Noya doesn’t know.” Tanaka says as if reading your mind, “I wouldn’t tell your secret like that to him.”

You nod, “thank you?” he smiles proudly. You put down your drink, “well, I do like him, yeah. But what’s it to you?”

He leans closer to you and in an almost whisper replies, “he’s my bro. I’m looking out for him!”

Tanaka is a good friend. You’ve always known this about him, and this just further solidifies it. You smile at him and offer him the rest of the chocolate croissant on your plate. He happily accepts and scarfs it down quickly.

“What do you like about him?”

You pretend to think for a while but you knew the answer already before he asked you, “his smile is blinding.”

Tanaka nods approvingly, his hands crossed over his chest again, “it really is! He’s so handsome, isn’t he?” you spend a good portion of minutes talking about Nishinoya with Tanaka, which is a nice change of pace. Most people ask what you like about him with a negative attitude, unsure of what could be liked about a guy like him. You’re tired of having to defend your crush on such a reliable, sunshine-embodied man. You gush with Tanaka a few moments before Tanaka sits back again with a hum, “it’s decided. I’ll help you ask him out!”

“W-what? You don’t have to!” you protest, suddenly insecure. What if he doesn’t like you back? That’d just be so embarrassing. Your friendship with him had only recently started to bloom into something worthwhile – you don’t want to risk losing that over a silly crush.

Tanaka’s having none of your insecurity, already telling you in bright detail how to get a hold of the energetic boy best, what he likes and dislikes and which subjects you could potentially use to woo him with. When Tanaka whispers a small, “you won’t need it at all though, I know how he’s feeling.” You don’t catch it, too busy gushing at the fact of a potential confession.

[beepboop358]

Byler headcanons?

ahhhhh :)))))))) <3333333 also hello anon I hope you're doing well!

Will is Holly's favorite out of Mike's friend group

Mike and Will played together every single day of recess in Elementary school

Mike is the only one of Will's friends that Will gives his drawings to

Will draws pictures of Mike that he keeps hidden in his room, in a box in his closet. Will drew a picture of them that day they met on the swings and wrote "It was the best thing I've ever done" on the bottom of it and it's one of his favorite drawings and he looks at it a lot

Their birthday gifts are always each other's favorite out of everything they get.

Every time Will was shy or nervous at school, Mike helped him through it

Will and Mike used to do their Homework together after school but they couldn't stop laughing and giggling so they got no work done

Mike and Will used to have sleepovers in Castle Byers

That Dustin knows they both like each other.

Mike becomes a writer and Will becomes an artist when they grow up and they make comic books together <3

Mike and Will get married in a private ceremony with just their closest friends and family and move far away from Hawkins to a big city like NYC or really anywhere that they will be more accepted and free to be themselves

They play D&D together on their anniversary

Joyce and Jonathan have always suspected something between Will and Mike

For S4:

Mike visits the remains of castle byers in s4 because he misses Will, and maybe he sees the pride symbol Will had in there in the wreckage.

Mike and Will almost kissed during the summer of '85

Mike gets grounded and his parents forbid him from going to Will's for his birthday and we get another sassy/annoyed Mike at the dinner table with his parents scene, and Mike steals his dad's wallet and sneaks away to California to see Will anyway and Smalltown Boy plays in the background of the montage of Mike going to see Will.

Mike calls Will all the time when they are apart

Mike and Will write letters to each other with love-y connotations

Mike gets Will a watch for his Bday and engraved on the inside it says "Crazy Together" and everyone else who's there is just like .... and the birthday card Mike gets him is signed "Love, Mike"

Murray will meet Will and Mike and he will instantly pick up on their chemistry and we will get a scene with Murray & Byler like we did with Murray for Jancy & Jopper

Mike works at the video store with Robin (& Steve) and that's how she realizes Mike is gay because he is secretly taking out all these gay romance movies and she notices

prom in s4: They're both sitting on the sidelines while their friends dance, Mike staring at Will while Heaven plays, then he finally works up the courage to ask Will to go somewhere with him and they leave the gym and go somewhere it's just the two of them talking being cute and flustered while True Colors plays in the background

Mike has a breakdown and a small coded coming out speech where he hints to being scared about things changing and why he acted like such a jerk last summer

when they first kiss I want them to be in a bit of a fight because Will is confronting him for acting all sweet in private and leading him on, but putting on the straight boy act in public and being kind of a jerk, and it goes something like:

WILL

No MIKE. You said you were sorry for being an asshole last summer, but you’re still acting like one! It’s like one minute you care, and the next you don’t! I don’t understand, you tell me I’m your best friend but then you act like...THIS! Which one is it? Do you want to be my friend or not?!

Mike interrupts Will by kissing him.

1...2...3...

Mike pulls away.

Shock spreads across Will’s face. Panic floods Mike’s whole body.

What did I just do? Oh my god. Oh my god.

Silence hangs in the air as they stare at each other for a few seconds.

Mike runs away and Will is left standing alone, at a complete loss for words.

What. Just. Happened.

and then they're left to talk about it... because at this point Mike hasn't officially come out to Will yet.

[romulanfucker]

tell us abt tov

>:3333333 you humor me .....

im going to put this under a cut because its going to be 1) insanely long and 2) backstory secrets for the one person following me who's also a player in this campaign so borgan if youre reading this do not open (tw for discussions of violence, attempted murder, and cults. nothing graphic but. it is in there)

SO!!!! tov is a dragonborn sorcerer and he is my character for a waterdeep dragon heist campaign that has been on pause for ... far too long ... some basic physical description: - like 6.5 feet tall - silver scales, but they don't reflect light like most metallic scales would - i'm a full believer in the lizard shit so he's got a tail, clawed digitigrade feet, a long snout, and spinal ridges - he's buff for a sorcerer (in fact, there's an alternative universe version of him for which i have designed a full sheet where he's multiclassed into barbarian) so his backstory is (i'll try and fail to keep this short) that he comes from a clan of dragonborn who pride themselves on being the descedants of some of the original dragonborn created as soldiers of bahamut in the draconic wars (this is deep deep d&d lore so if you don't know; bahamut is one of the good guy dragon gods and there used to be a lot more of them and then they started getting greedy for power and created dragonborn to use a footsoldiers to fight their wars for them). as such, his clain retains a spark of that draconic magic in its blood; ie. members of his clan are born w/ a latent draconic magic. now it varies from person to person how much power they have, some have very potent magic, others can only cast some basic cantrips. and there have been some born without any latent magic at all - but very few, and tovroth senxcec (tov) is currently the only one alive without anything. obviously, this caused a lot of teasing and shame and notwhat in his childhood, and so his baby brother nagrax (rax for short) decided to try and tutor tov in book-learned magic instead.

it was very slow going. tov is bad at reading and worse at reading sigils, and their clan was also very rural and they had very limited access to arcane books. they spent years working on it, with no luck. eventually tov gave up and took an apprenticeship training as a jewelrymaker just to have Something productive to do.

then one day while in town, rax finds something buried in a library tome. it's an old historical document, it talks of a gateway to another plane, and if one passes through it, they will gain the power of that plane. and him and tov say hey actually, we know where that gateway is supposedly located. how bad could it hurt to just check it out, right?

so they charter a boat and sail for two months until they reach these ruins. now, problem. the historical text left out two very important details: one, the plane the gateway goes to is the shadowfell (if you don't know d&d its like ... the depression plane. everything is gray and horrid and food has no taste and everything either is suffering too much to notice you or actively trying to kill you) and two, because the shadowfell is like that, it takes a bit of your soul every time you enter.

so tov bops on through the gateway and ends up in the shadowfell, and its horrible and fucked up and he wants to leave, and as he turns to go, he sees this twisted visage of his brother, and something in him just ... snaps. he Needs to kill this thing, he needs to destroy it, more than he's ever needed anything.

he lunges at it, begins to fight it. in the fight, he travels back through the gateway. he realizes he's back in the real plane, and he's facing his real brother, not his shadowfell brother anymore. the urge doesn't cease and he keeps attacking.

his brother manages to subdue him, and he asks tov for answers. why would he attack his own brother like that? and tov answers him truthfully - the gateway took me to a horrible place, and i saw a horrible version of you, an evil version, and i wanted to destroy it. i must have come back while fighting it. and rax asks him. did you know you came back? did you know it was me you were trying to kill at the end? and tov says ............................. yes.

rax is (understandably) horrified, and he tells tov this has gone too far. he doesn't know who his brother is anymore. he isn't welcome at home. but as one last act of mercy, he's going to take the boat back alone and tell the clan that tov never came back through the gate, so as to preserve his memory.

and tov lets him go. so now he's alone across the sea, with this seed of hate and violence planted deep inside him but hey! at least he's a sorcerer now!!!!!

so he spends several years wandering around the woods, avoiding society as much as possible because he's terrified of that rage overtaking him again, and trying to figure out what to do with himself, because he doesnt know who he is anymore, and doesn't like what he's become. the more time he spends alone with himself, the worse it gets.

on a supply trip into town, he hear tales of some anonymous hero that killed a beast that had been harassing the town, and realized it was an animal he'd killed a few days ago. and he goes. hey, maybe monster hunting could be ... something? its a way to put that violence inside me to a beneficial cause, if i can take out things that have been bothering good people. so he starts wandering around, entering towns more often, looking for people in need of a freelance beastkiller.

this is where the campaign picks up!!! i'll spare you the details of the whole shebang because this is already SO long, but the important thing is that the party's currently caught in the crossfires of a few different criminal investigations, and to get some allies on their side, a few party members have joined guilds in the city.

tov personally joined the order of the gauntlet, a guild that's dedicated to law and justice. he almost didn't let himself join at first, because he didn't think he deserved to become a paragon of justice when he was Like That. but the leader of the guild, savra belabranta, took him aside and was like. look. this guild is a place to earn your forgiveness.

and she tells him that, before joining the guild, she was caught up in some very very nasty cult business. like. murder cult business. and she didn't think she could ever be a good person after she left, but people here believed that she could be, and she believes that tov can be too, if he'll let himself.

and for the first time since rax got back on the boat alone, tov is beginning to think that he might be able to become the kind of man who can go home and face his family again. so he joins. and he spends more and more time with savra, and he starts to really like her. like really like her.

so far in game, they've gone on one date and savra ended up having to sleep in the party's house after (they live in apartments above a bar) and so he lied and said they had a guest room and then shoved all of his belongings in a closet, directed her to his room, and slept on his party mate's floor. because he didn't want her to think he was propositioning her after just one date.

but like, the dm is 100% on my side in this, and we already have begun putting together a post-campaign marriage plot for them and im very soft about it all the time because like .... its just these two people at two different points in their journeys to forgive themselves, and they're helping each other reach that final goal, and they're both finding happiness they didn't think they'd ever actually see and i aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

anyways thats tov thanks for asking

[yeoldontknow]

Guess who read The Body Through Time for the millionth time? ME! Honestly, between this, Currents, and the story you wrote for my b-day once upon a time, I just keep coming to the Namjoon story because I'm simply in awe and admire the story telling, the chemistry between RM and the reader, and can't forget the smut scene. Like seriously, end me as well, because I need this Namjoon in my life. Also, hi I love you and hope you are doing well! UWU I miss sliding into your inbox uwu

mrs kim kim! i was thinking about you recently. i hope youve been doing well and are staying safe? aaaaaaaaa im so glad TBTT is getting all this love. we all know how much i love him and how much i loved writing those characters. but you know me...currents is still my pride and joy ;~~~; currents jin is like...my absolute. i love him. and im so glad you enjoyed the heard of winter! its such a fun christmas story for me and wow i love the jimin in that fic lmaooo ahhh thank you for this message its so cute and made me so happy. i hope youre doing ok <3333333

[ourladylennon]

And then we have me, a disaster who doesn't know what communication is so they isolate form every person they know.

I ain't no cancler but I think you just can't stand yourself and you're potrating that into your partner

We luv ya, I'm glad you both communicate and I wish you all the best 💖

I felt that on a spiritual level anon. I pretty much isolate myself from everyone as well...just got lucky that I met my partner at a time in my life where my barriers were all fucked up, broken down, turned around and he made it right in before all the walls went back up. he’s a persistent little fuck like that lol. He’s my only person tbh. 

you’re probably right, tho. it feels like i go from one extreme to the other: an inflated sense of independence, pride and ego and then it’s like *takes bag off* ohhhh waaait that’s just self loathing in disguise ok. but i never take the bag off, so i spend my time in this weird, distant bubble of a world. which i then cope by being detached from emotions so that i don’t have to acknowledge that any of it actually exists. 

and also, anon, I hope you find a companion! it can be frustrating being the type of person who can’t sustain relationships and yearning to have someone to share with/who can open you up. if we’re anything alike, i’d guess you may be content with being alone for the most part, but still hoping you find a friend and confidant. <3333333

thanks dear sweet anon, ily and you’re really a great person. 🖤

[izukillme-moved]

DIAAAAAAA HIT ME UP WITH SOME LUVIA GOLDDDD!!!! Um for a prompt, how about “Constellations”? Thanks!!!!! 💖💖💖

Starshine, I love you! Thank you so much for this request! I know I’m super early on it, ahah, hope you enjoy it, though! (It’s kind of sad but hopeful uwu) I had such a great time doing this :3333333

@pan-princess-levy I borrowed your ‘King is a gender neutral term’ idea here xP

–

The King of Spirits stares at the bedraggled blue-haired girl before her in consternation.

A determined spark shines in the girl’s navy eyes. Her hair is tangled and all over the place and her clothes are ragged, but she doesn’t seem to care. 

“What is your name?” she asks gently. 

"Juvia Lockser,” says the girl - Juvia, thinks the King - resolutely. “But that doesn’t matter. My Lord,” and here she kneels. “I have come to ask you a favour.”

The King steps back, surprised. For a mortal who isn’t even a Celestial Spirit Mage to journey all the way to the Spirit Realm, and then ask a favour from the King themselves? 

The courage that this slip of a girl possesses is indeed impressive.

“Well,” she says, lips curving upwards into an amused smile. “Juvia Lockser, your bravery has pleased me. No normal lily-livered human could have made the journey that you have. What is your request?”

Juvia digs in her tattered pocket, searching for something. When she finds it, she pulls it out and holds it up. It is a key ring, containing all the twelve Golden Keys of the Celestial Spirits of the Zodiac.

The King is truly surprised now. “How?” she asks. “You are not a Celestial Spirit Mage.”

“No,” says Juvia, smiling sadly. “I am not. But my love was.”

The King asks, intrigued, “Who?”

“Lucy Heartfilia,” says Juvia, eyes moistening with tears. “She was the greatest Spirit Mage I have ever met. It was honour to know, and to love her. If I am not wrong, you have met her, too.”

The King nods. The name is familiar - it belongs to that young, audacious thing that pled for Leo’s life. Of course: that blonde girl, the girl with the strongest heart of all. The King grudgingly admits that Lucy Heartfilia was more than great.

And if she had loved someone, that love would have to be as great as she had been. 

The King of Spirits looks at Juvia Lockser once more, and asks. “And how did you come to possess her keys?”

Juvia laughs tearfully. 

“I do not possess them,” she says. “I come merely to return them to their home - it was Lucy’s last wish.”

“Last wish?”

“She... Lucy was killed in battle last month.” Juvia says, eyes downcast.

The King’s heart thuds. She feels... surprisingly sad to hear it. 

Lucy had been something else, a Mage of skill unparalleled. She had deserved a long and happy life, not sudden death in a war she should not have had to fight in.

“I am sorry to hear it,” she says, and means it.

“But this is not the favour I wish to ask.” Juvia continues, swallowing.

She holds out the key ring, and the King takes it, clipping it to her belt. 

“Then what?” she queries. “What will you ask of me, Juvia Lockser?”

Juvia’s eyes shimmer with tears.

“Lucy was the greatest woman I have ever known.” she reiterates. “She had big dreams, and a bigger heart.

So... I want to ask of you, write Lucy’s spirit into the sky. Let her live on forever - let her image shine down upon us in the stars she so loved! Let me see her every night and be comforted, knowing that she will never truly be gone!”

The King is taken aback. “Constellations are only for the greatest heroes,” she says. “Your Lucy-”

“Is the greatest hero of all,” Juvia says, tears running down her cheeks. “Lucy’s prowess in battle was not what made her legendary. It was her kindness, her sacrifices, that made her so amazing. Put her in the sky, so that everyone can be inspired by Lucy’s tale! So that, rather than taking away the values of being skilled in bloodshed, they can learn to be caring and altruistic! So that they can learn to be truly good - like I did!”

The King stares at this girl, this tenacious young woman in front of her. Juvia Lockser will not back down, she knows this.

“Very well,” she says, and waves a hand.

The stars realign themselves, changing and shifting. Spirit winds carry laughter, hope and love on them as they swirl, shaping themselves into new stars, a new constellation - one that takes the shape of Lucy Heartfilia.

“It is done,” says the Spirit King.

Juvia bows.

“Thank you,” she says gratefully. “Thank you.”

And then she takes one powerful leap, out of the Spirit World and back into her human lands, where Lady Night rules now. The Spirit King watches her go, watches her stop and stare at the sky, watches her laugh with happiness and pride.

Watches her whisper, “You did it, Lucy.” before bounding off to her guild once more.

[norfolkrp]

YOU’VE BEEN ACCEPTED, WELCOME TO NORFOLK.

Congratulations Ashley, you’ve been accepted to play Mariel Buenaventura! We’re so excited to roleplay with you once again! Go ahead and set up your account, be sure to message the main from it.

Also, be sure to:

Make sure your ask and submit are open.

Follow everyone on the masterlist.

Track the tag norfolk: starter for open dash convos.

And tell us your initial reaction to Norfolk in the tag norfolk: talk!

– Lou & Rosh, Norfolk staff.

Name/Alias: Ashley

Age: 23

Pronouns: She/Her

Timezone: EST

Personal tumblr: ashlaaaywrites

Activity level: ya girl got a life now and has a full time job - weekdays i could be on for a 2-3 hours and weekends i’m available all day if i have no plans so there’s that

Triggers: N/A

What’s the secret password?: REMOVED.

How did you find us?: clearbrook homies since time and i just missed y’all.

What character are you applying for? Original Character ( Shay Mitchell FC )

Anything else?: <3333333 nope

Writing sample:

Please provide us with a brief (ca. 2-3 paragraphs), in-character writing sample.

“Anak, ang iyong tiyuhin ay nangangailangan ng tulong sa tindahan. Did you hear me?…Anak!…Susmaryosep! Who’s there now?” *

Mariel was completely zoned out and just like her mother had predicted, it was because someone was staring intently in her direction. Absentmindedly, she waved the older woman off as a sign to go on without her. “I’ll meet you there…Tell tito I’m sorry! It’s just that this is an emergency…You know I won’t be able to provide quality service if I’m distracted!” The Buenaventura matriarch shook her head in disapproval, but eventually sighed in defeat as she motioned her daughter to go help whoever was summoned.

Looking both ways before she crossed the street, Mariel jogged up to a nearby bench and took a seat next to the deceased. They were female, around the age of sixteen, dressed in a black hoodie, ripped jeans, and a pair of Converse shoes. Using her medical knowledge, there were physical signs of cuts and contusions on her face, as well as a large head wound next to the right side of her temple. She wasn’t the type of medium who’d jump to conclusions and therefore, she decided to start off with an introduction. Offering the young woman a gentle smile, she said, “I’m Mariel and you are?”

Without a word, the being just stared at her, not breaking away from her gaze nor offering a reaction. It was a typical response that she’d received from most and so, Mariel continued on by adding, “I’m a medium and yes, I’m one of the few inhabitants that can see you. Did you want to talk? Or you know sitting in silence is fine too…If you want me to leave, I can also do that. I just want to reassure you that you’re not alone and I could potentially help you pass on if you’re ready and willing to do so…”

Suddenly, she felt her skin go cold as the spirit clutched onto her wrist. Flinching at the touch, Mari wore a concerning expression and waited for her to say something. “Make them stop.” Confused at her request, the older woman raised a brow and shook her head with a puzzled look. “I’m sorry, I don’t comprehend what you mean by that…Stop who exactly?” Once more, she could feel the grip tighten as shivers ran down her spine causing her to sit still, despite the discomfort. She didn’t feel threatened, but she felt like this was a warning of some sort. She needed to know more, since this could be her chance at uncovering some truth to what’s been going on in Norfolk.

“Who are they? Were they the ones who hurt you? Look, I’m going to need to know more than that in order to help you…” The tone in her voice showed evident signs of desperation, but this was crucial information that she needed to collect in order to gain a clearer understanding. A loud bark suddenly caused her to jump in her seat as she snapped her gaze in the direction of a passerby walking their dog. Once she calmed down, she then turned her attention back to the ghost and noticed that she was gone. A frustrated sigh escaped Mariel’s lips as she got up from the bench and ran a hand through her hair. “Damn it.” she muttered to herself, before making the decision to head back to her car. Although she was disappointed with the outcome, she preferred looking on the bright side of things and declared this  incident as progress. She made a mental note to revisit the area in hopes that the spirit still lingered on, maybe then she’ll have a better chance at gaining something out of their one on one interaction—but for now, she was going to have to face reality and continue her lengthy search for the truth.  

* “Mariel, your uncle needs help in the restaurant…Did you hear me?…Mariel!…My God! Who’s there now?"

2. ORIGINAL CHARACTER

Full name: Mariel Buenaventura

Age: Twenty-Eight

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Species: Psychic

Psychic ability: Mediumship

Occupation: Paramedic at Norfolk Hospital

Address: Edgewater

Quote: “You don’t forget, but you bear it better.”

MBTI: ISFJ

Positive traits (3): diligent, compassionate, loyal

Negative traits (3): spacey, perfectionist, sensitive

Face claim: Shay Mitchell

Biography:

Sumpa. Curse. Regalo. Gift.

The Buenaventuras were known to be a paradox, a family split in two from a long lineage of psychic beings. While half of them see their abilities as a curse and choose to ignore who they were, Angelica Buenaventura grew up in a household that praised themselves for being different. Born in a small town located near one of the many beaches in the Philippines, her family were known as the folks that everyone turned to when religion couldn’t save them now. However, being surrounded by devout religious followers, they were frowned upon for practicing their psychic abilities and using them as a means to make a living. They were accused of ‘playing God’ and greed, but for Angel and her family, they’d do anything to give someone a peace of mind and despite all the skeptics and negativity, that didn’t stop them from doing so.

Although they were able to tolerate it, all good things eventually come to an end and since the prejudice against them worsened, it soon led to the entire demise of their business. Therefore, Angelica’s family took what’s left of their fortune and decided to take a different path by leaving their home land entirely to immigrate to America for a better opportunity and a fresh start. The Buenaventuras ended up in Norfolk, Washington, went through the lengthy process of gaining their citizenships and worked as many service jobs to afford and support their lifestyle. Angelica’s hard work managed to pay off since she worked her way into a business management degree, eventually aiding her family by opening up a small restaurant serving Filipino cuisine and pastries. Things were looking up for them and more importantly, they felt right at home seeing as they were aware of the many other supernatural beings that lived all throughout the town.

It wasn’t until Angelica met Mariel’s father and as a result, she was a product of a one night stand. Initially, Mariel’s grandmother had predicted what kind of man he was the moment he made his presence clear. However, her mother’s stubbornness and pride blinded her from the truth. Although psychics were more in tune with the surrounding world, it’s moments like this where their emotions are capable of clouding their judgement, a side to them that remains humane. Despite the hardships she’d faced, being a single mother was a responsibility Angel was willing to take and overcome, in the end Mariel became her true pride and joy.

Initially, the Buenaventuras weren’t sure if Mariel would inherit their abilities. For starters, her father was human, but it wasn’t until she started walking and talking as a child, that they immediately noticed something different about her. She would actively interact with someone and have long conversations while staying in one place—however in reality, no one was physically there. While some may point out that those were her imaginary friends, her family knew she took part in their lineage and inherited a psychic ability. As she grew older, Mariel didn’t even need to have the talk of what she was or what surrounds Norfolk. She learned to adapt and grew accustom to the supernatural nature that’s around them.

Overall, Mariel’s mediumship came naturally to her, but with many spirits being more involved and present in her midst, it became a struggle to grasp onto once she grew older. For the most part, it also explains her spaced out nature. Sometimes she’d have trouble focusing on the present world since beings from the other side roam in her midst. However, she eventually taught herself to adapt to her abilities and figured out what worked for her. Tuning out spirits soon became easier, especially when she earned their mutual respect. The kind of medium she became was one that was patient and willing to hear and help them out—a habit that the Buenaventuras were known for. Accepting her psychic abilities soon influenced her decision in pursuing a career in emergency services as a paramedic for Norfolk Hospital. Aside from it being overwhelming and emotionally draining, she wouldn’t change it for the world. She wants to make a difference and bring forth peace to the deceased, but in a town like Norfolk where disappearances and unruly deaths tend to happen, Mariel became aware that uncovering the truth may cost her in the long run…And it was a risk she was willing to take.