#I have too many thoughts but no words just AAAAAAAA

[blu-jei]

Im definitely being very normal about Dredge I definitely paced myself and definitely didn't complete the game get both endings and 100% all achievements in 20 hours.

Yes definitely being very normal about this lil cosmic horror fishing game :)

[kairiscorner]

Can I request miguel with an insecure reader? :( like they wonder how he even fell for them or what they see in them... and maybe doesn't want kids because they're scared that they look like them and hate themselves as well

Sorry if it's too much and it's OK if you dont do it, love your blog ❤️🫂

AAAAAAAA I LOVE THIS !! no bc i get those feelings sometimes too :'(( i hope this provides you all the comfort you might be needing, and remember, you're all perfect just the way you all are 💓

❝i love you as you are.❞ — miguel o'hara x insecure!reader

there are times when you'd often go quiet randomly, no matter if the moment was lively and fast-paced–or even happy–earlier, you'd go silent all of a sudden and just kind of recluse away on your own without saying a word. you couldn't help it, the inner turmoils and nervous overthinking would always plague your mind and cause you to want some peace and quiet–even if you could never catch a break nor a moment of silence with those raging thoughts in your mind that refused to shut up and quit hurling insults at you that... you believed for a time to be true. you gripped at the blankets and tried blinking away the tears that formed in your eyes as you mumbled out a breath of, "stop it" at your mind; hoping against all hope that through your resistance, your brain would stop filling your head with distorted images of you that you couldn't even recognize. you soon let the tears fall as your mind kept asking you just why miguel was even with you; he's expressed before how much he yearned for kids of his own indirectly, hinting at some other dreams he wanted to live out that you couldn't provide for him.

"...i don't want to have kids, they... oh, they'd... they'd look so..." you whimpered out as you sobbed, choking on your words as you shook out the thoughts of your kids in your mind. you personally couldn't share the same vision as miguel, you didn't want kids—you wanted to live you life to the fullest, and you didn't feel that having kids was the end all be all of your existence, you just wanted to be you and live your life. and yet, you felt so inadequate at not even being able to share the same enthusiasm as miguel for wanting kids. you wept and cried for a few minutes, until a knock at the door was heard, and you sniffled back your sobs. "mi vida, are you in there? amor... can we... talk? i-i'm... i'm worried about you." miguel said with a soft, gentle voice that made you tear up again. how could you ever tell him when he's wanted children of his own for the longest time? wouldn't you seem selfish to him, for not being able to give him just this one thing when he's given you his everything? this made you think back as to why he picked you out of everyone else—there were many other people who wanted miguel, and... many of them were vocal about their desires to be parents–the one thing you were frightened of and had no interest in being.

they were all the same as miguel, eager to have their own families and didn't care about what others thought of them, they moved to the beat of their own drums and didn't stop for anybody, unlike you, who was so self-conscious and anxious about everything, especially yourself. you didn't respond, making miguel open the door out of concern and peek his head in through the crack of the door. miguel walked over to the side of the bed and sat next to you lying down, looking over at you with a saddened gaze, as if he were a lost puppy–sad and alone. "cariño, talk to me... please? if you don't wanna talk, though, that's okay. just, please... don't be scared of me, don't be scared of what you think i'll say or do, i love you, mi vida–i would never hurt you or try to hurt you, i could never."

his words of reassurance were so powerful, so genuine that you felt every word vibrate in your bones and sink deep within you, reaching your heart and piercing it like a dagger. you couldn't keep your feelings in anymore and rolled yourself over to his side, where he saw your eyes wide and swollen–sobbing and wet, your eyebrows crinkling upwards as your lower lip quivered. you apologized to miguel for the mess you were becoming, but miguel ran his hand through your hair and shushed you, saying it was okay, you're okay, you have no fault in anything. "mig, i... i can't make your dream come true." you choked out in a sob. "what could you possibly mean, mi amor? of course you can, you already have..." "no, i can't... i-i don't... i don't..." you stuttered, unsure of how to fully tell him in a way that'll lessen the blow, but you had no other way–you had to tell him, right now. with one decisive breath, you decided to just be honest with him, right here, right now.

"...i don't want kids, miguel..." you murmured out in a whisper, sobbing and gripping at the sheets as your tears stained them. you shook your head and sniffled back your tears, yet nothing stopped the tears from flowing as you kept repeating your truth: you don't want children of your own, and you don't want them to even resemble you. you found it a curse your children would inherit if they looked anything like you, because in your mind, you looked less than desirable; you believed miguel was simply holding out for you and secretly losing feelings behind all his caring smiles and sweet kisses. you apologized to miguel over and over, but miguel reassured you it was... okay. he rubbed your arm gently and shushed you.

"cariño... i love you either way. you don't need to be a parent for me to keep wanting you, i just want you to be you." "and why do you want to be with me?" "because i love you, and that's final. i love you, mi vida... you don't need to bear my children or be a parent, i love you for you, and that'll never change. you already made all my dreams come true by loving me back, and i'll do everything in my power to keep that smile on your beautiful, lovely face. you're perfect, amor, eres perfecta como eres." he whispered to you as he wrapped his arms around you and held you closely and tightly; he kissed the top of your head and rubbed up and down your arms all comfortingly. you cried into his chest and clung on to the front of his shirt while he shushed you and kissed your tears away. though it'll take a long time of undoing the way you saw yourself, the way you couldn't accept many things about you, it comforted you somehow that miguel loved you—for your perfections and flaws, for your strengths and weaknesses, for your comfort and discomfort. he loved you with a love that transcended love, and you didn't feel anything apart from a weight being lifted off your shoulders, bit by bit.

he loved you, and that was all he knew.

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[accidentalslayer]

Hi can you do headcanons about yandere elijah mikaelson x fem human reader

AAAAAAAA!!! I'm so excited for this ask!! It's my very first HC request & I'm a little 😬 but I hope my particular brand of Yandere!Elijah is entertaining. Tbh, this'll help me brainstorm ideas for future Dawn Misplaced chapters...

[Yandere!Elijah Headcanons]

⚜️ It was obsession at first defiance for him. Elijah Mikaelson, in his many years of being unchecked, has become accustomed to the word "yes" coming from human lips. Yes, sir. Yes, Mr. Mikaelson. Or "Yes, Daddy" to those girls he finds pleasing. But you said "no". You said "no" after all the trouble and headaches he endured in brokering a "fair deal" for your current predicament; being the sole inheritor of Father Kieran's seat in The Faction. Elijah was trying to spare you this precarious spot. It infuriates him that you won't give into his reasoning. He's just trying to protect you...

⚜️ Elijah Mikaelson is observant. He's kept a rather exhaustive record of his thoughts and feelings all throughout his cursed ordeal of being an "Original". But moreover, being the eldest brother to a family of siblings who do not listen. One night, while he's penning an entry in his records, his mind begins to drift. His hand moves with a will of it's own. Only after Elijah has gone through several pages does he realize that he's been writing about you. He's repulsed. How could you, the one snag in his carefully woven system, have snuck so imperceptibly into his mind?! He writes four more pages about you. Seemingly against his own will. Then, pours himself a scotch to quell a hunger that's starting to grow within him.

⚜️ Since you've decided to defy him and act as the human representative in The Faction, Elijah Mikaelson has decided to give you hell in the form of micromanaging your time. He requires emails, updates, documentation, & various forms of excruciating busy work that keeps you in very close proximity to him. His dark eyes always seem to be upon you while you're tending to the mountain of paperwork that he assigns you daily. And Elijah seethes with frustration as you rise to his challenge; completing his sisyphean tasks YOUR way. But still within his set requirements. Elijah is becoming more and more consumed by you with your every willful act. Meanwhile, the pages in his journal grows...

⚜️ Every seated member of The Faction has been thoroughly vetted by Elijah. But you...? He's been digging deep into your past before you inherited Kieran's position. What he's found (using various means of persuasion) has him intrigued, to say the least. You're the adopted offspring of an old, antiquated family that he (and his siblings) cavorted with during the 1700's and held considerable sway over the settlement before their arrival. Elijah knew that. But what has him curious is how little there is to say about you... There's almost no paper trail. Nothing substantial he can find about who you are. Your record, the little bits he can find, is almost too clean. It's a siren song to Elijah who prides himself on being informed. You've become an unsolved mystery that he's determined to crack. Even if he has to utilize extraordinary means to do so. After all, it's for the safety of his family... That's what he's telling himself, at least.

⚜️ To satiate his mounting need for answers and his hunger for you, he's decided to sit & watch your dreams. It's for work, of course!! How can he allow someone with such a void in their history to continue holding power in The Faction?? Much less someone who has evaded his inquiries and defied him in ways that irk him. It doesn't matter that you were handpicked by Kieran. To Elijah, you're a box left unchecked. And unchecked boxes have always been trouble in his experience.

⚜️ Elijah is, at first, annoyed to find that you're just as much a night creature as he is. An insomniac who stays up way too late reading, writing, documenting & researching as voraciously as he does. That makes his dream invasion plans hard at first. But Elijah is a patient man. And so, he waits. Poised in the shadows. Perched at your windowsill. Even standing in your room after he devised his invitation into your living space. And soon enough, the cracks in your defenses begin to show themselves. He takes full advantage of one night where exhaustion (he ran you into the ground on purpose with busy work) and a night with Cami at Rousseau's expose your mind to his vampiric dreamwalking. What he finds inside your mind seals his iron resolve to have you as HIS. Always and forever. Now, you cannot escape from Elijah even if you tried. And resigning from The Faction is no longer an option he'll extend to you...

You turned down his offer for peace, after all.

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I shall leave it off at here for now. I hope this gives you plenty of juicy bits to dream with when you think of Yandere!Elijah! And I also hope I'll be asked again for more headcanon stuff or even questions about my WIP. ❤️

Much love to you, anon.

🎃

[luxsf]

Just a rant about Travis mischaracterization in sally face (salvis) fanfiction (Please don't take this post too seriously if you are a fanfiction writer I love you and we should just get married <33)

This is mainly about salvis (sal x travis) fanfiction btw and it kinda goes along with a post I made talking about how the fandom treats Travis and I am gonna make a post about the mischaracterization of sal soon as well (I know I am spelling so many words wrong lmao) BEGINNING OF RANT: Why do so many fanfic writers make travis some uwu shy boy?!?!?! I feel like Travis wouldnt be "Shy" when he is trying to be nice I feel like he would just sound agressive when he speaks if that makes sense. Idk why everyone just got the idea that Travis (after the bathroom scene in episode three) would just become shy or quiet. Like he was loud and not shy when he was bullying sal but all of a sudden he become shy and anxious?!?! that makes no sense to me. Also I am not trying to say that you cant write travis like this because in reality he was only in the game for like a few minutes but idk its just something that bugs me for some reason. I dont really care if you see travis like this btw live your truth king (or queen or wtv idrk) I am just saying in most salvis fics I have read travis is always just so....not travis lol. Btw I am not trying to shit on any persons writing because I do see a lot of this mischaracerization (idk if I can even call it that tbh but I cant really think of any other word for it) in peoples writing and I dont wan it to look like I am shitting on their work. I am not a writer but I do know that commiting to writing an entire work based off of one of your intrests takes talent and dedication so I am not trying to sound rude to any of those people because I respect them a lot, I just think it is weird how people see travis after the bathroom scene because when I first played the game I thought he would probably just be more nice ig. But still be pretty aggresive or rude lol. Its kinda hard to explain how I see travis acting but it definitly isnt like how I see everyone else portraying him so I just thought I would share. END OF RANT: (Holy woah this is a long ahh post so I am so sorry for that lol but thanks for reading ig also fanfic writers once again lets get married plzzz) I reqlly hope this post makes sense aaaaaaaa :')

[bratshaws]

goodness gracious 40. brb x oc

a/n: we reached 40 chapters guys.....................and boy we arent even half done. idk if that's good or bad

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff, mildly suggestive content, these two idiots love each other and i love them AAAAAAAA

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-

“Roos.”

“Yeah,baby?” 

She got closer to him on the couch, pressing her chin to his shoulder as he moved the analog on the controller, leading Arthur out of a cave where he found a large amount of gold. After breakfast they decided they could play a few games - with Beatrice winning in MK again, unsurprisingly - before he decided he’d play Red Dead Redemption 2 again, continuing Arthur’s adventure through the wild west. She hummed, parting her lips to speak, “If this sounds…weird you don’t have to answer it…but did you have a lot of girlfriends before me?”

Well, he wasn’t expecting that question but considering she told him about…Eric…he thought it was only fair if she knew about some of his exes too. Which wasn't many if he was honest, “I had two short lived relationships, one during high school with a girl named Emma and another one named Lisa after I joined the Navy…everyone else after that was a hookup.”

Beatrice blinked, supporting her face on the palm of her hand, “You know, Nat and Halo told me that…you always wanted something serious but never found the um…right person.” her cheeks heat up when she says, “Then you met me.”

Rooster knew Nat liked sharing things with people, because she was like that and would do it just for the hell of it, but he never expected her to repeat his very own words to Beatrice. Maybe he should’ve just told his girlfriend instead of Nat, not that what Phoenix did was bad per se, but he’d like those words to come out of his mouth.

He paused the game, setting the controller aside and patted his lap, “C’mere.” she does, settling herself on his lap as he hugs her waist, “Well, Nat can’t keep her mouth shut, much like Hangman, when it comes to you.” Beatrice looks up at him in surprise, “But you know, she isn’t wrong…I mean I didn’t want a relationship, Bea. With what I do? There’s always the chance of–” he hesitates, clearing his throat to gain enough courage, “--of something going wrong.”

Beatrice lowered her eyes, she obviously understood what he meant but didn’t voice it. She meant what she said when she knew what she was getting into when she started crushing on him, she balanced every possibility and even talked to her therapist about the consequences that it could bring even before the two got together. Back then she thought if she thought hard enough about it, her crush on him would disappear which obviously didn’t happen.

“And then I go to the Hard Deck one night and I see the prettiest woman working there.” he says softly, meeting her eyes, “She made me question everything, she made me wonder if I should really not be open to a relationship. All she had to do was look at me with those big green eyes and I was a goner.”

Her face heated up with a blush, smiling sweetly up at him. It was one thing to hear from his friends about his attraction to her, but with him saying that…it just made her whole body feel like there were butterflies inside her veins and her heart. 

“But she kept running away from me and I thought maybe I should tread carefully around her,” he gently touches the side of her face, “I really wanted her to look at me and then maybe we could have a chat, maybe I could ask her out… eventually I helped her move an armoire up to her loft, then we talked about Lord of the Rings, she went to a barbecue dressed like a fucking fairy and fell asleep against me when I was asking if she wanted to go out with me.” he frowns a bit, recalling the memory, “Then I found her crying outside the bar and I decided I’d never want to see that again…then I asked her out for real and guess what?”

Beatrice smiles more, going along, “What?”

“She said yes and now I’m dating her.”

Her cheeks hurt from smiling so much, but she wasn’t complaining at all. She wasn’t used to being flirted with so much while in a relationship, usually a few compliments were to be expected but Rooster always made sure to go all out. That was how he was, he was always so open with his feelings and sometimes her brain couldn’t process it yet.

But she was happy, the happiest she’s been in a long while. “Well, I can say she’s very happy you two are dating.” she giggles, cupping his face in her hands, his cheeks smooth and free of the growing stubble from early morning, “And she’s never felt better.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” he whispers, pressing his lips to hers in a sweet kiss, humming into her mouth when she adjusted herself on his lap in a way that definitely made him more alert in the best way possible. 

Bea pulls back with a soft smack, laughing softly when he tries to follow her mouth and she couldn’t help but peck his lips one last time. Her eyes lose a bit of it’s shine for a second and her smile falters, “Can I tell you something?”

Her quiet tone makes him open his eyes to meet her own, “Anything, gorgeous.”

Beatrice chews her lower lip, running her fingers on the collar of his sleeping shirt before she sighs, “...After I broke up with Eric, I had a breakdown. I…never told anyone, not even Shells about it because I didn’t want to be a bother. I considered calling him and asking if we could go back together because I didn’t think–” she clenched her jaw, narrowing her eyes at her own hands, “I didn’t think…I’d be able to find anyone else. I was happy to be done with him…but I was so scared of opening up again. You know? Why would I do that if the outcome would be the same?”

She was trying so hard not to cry, trying to ignore the burning behind her eyes and the subtle headache she’d always get from holding back tears, “When I figured out my crush on you…I…I didn’t know what to do. I remember going home and having to sit in the corner of my room dialing my therapist in the middle of the night because I was terrified…add that to my own demons and thoughts and I couldn’t really focus for too long.”

“Baby…”

“I know, Roos.” she says softly, “And then I just… I told you how nervous I got and my own overthinking got the best of me… I guess it’s–I guess now I finally understand that we are together. Like, together together. And you want to be with me and you think I’m pretty and-.”  she sniffles a bit, quickly wiping below her eyes before the tear makes its way down her face, “And you love me and-and you aren’t ashamed of me.”

When her voice cracks when she says he’s not ashamed of her, Rooster frowns and hugs her tightly, bringing her to his chest and touching the back of her head. She’s still sniffling and he feels something wet seeping through his shirt, his heart clenches just like the time he saw her crying outside the Hard Deck. 

There’s also a new level of fury coming to the surface. He hated Eric before but now he absolutely loathed the guy for putting shit into her head like that. He couldn’t understand how someone, how a human being, could look at Beatrice and see her as less than nothing , that’d put her so low and would make her doubt herself so much she’d have breakdowns while thinking about meeting someone else.

She didn’t deserve what she went through but no one went into details of how bad it was because, honestly, that’s something she’d have to share with others herself. Beatrice went through so much for such a good chunk of her life and she never wanted to share with anyone in fear she’d be a burden to others. She always kept it in, put it on a mask and hoped hard it wouldn’t crack so people wouldn’t question her about it.

Bradley buries his nose in her lavender scented hair, closing his eyes as he breathes in while keeping her against his chest. She wasn’t crying, but she hasn’t moved much since he brought her close, her back rising and falling with calming breaths. He presses a kiss to her scalp, “Baby.” he calls against the skin, feeling her head move then look up at him. 

While her eyes were shining with tears and there was a bit of redness around her eyes and upper cheeks, she wasn’t crying anymore. She wipes her eyes one more time with the sleeve of the hoodie, clearing her throat “I’m okay.” she says quietly, giving him a small smile, “I’m okay.”

He removed the hand that was holding her thigh close so he could rub the side of her face, swiping his thumb under her eye to wipe any moisture that was left. “Are you sure?” she nods, still smiling, “I’m sorry you had to go through that, Bea. I really am.” her eyes drop to her hands and she shrugs, playing with a loose string that was coming out of the cuff. He knew she was trying to hide her emotions with a smile, so he cupped her chin to make her turn to him, “Bea. Don’t hide it anymore, you don’t have to. Okay? You always tell me to not keep stuff in if it bothers me. Don’t do the same.”

Beatrice’s lips part in a silent gasp, looking at him with her green irises shimmering with more tears that dared to fall. But she closed her eyes, swallowed harshly and nodded, “Okay. I won’t.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” she replies quietly, this time her smile reaches her eyes when she opens them, shining with everything but tears. Bradley smiles back, pressing his lips to the top of her head before patting his chest and telling her to be comfortable. She laughs softly, curling her body a bit more on his lap so she’d be partially facing the tv while he grabbed the controller that he had dropped to the side.

Hearing Bradley’s heart thumping repeatedly made her relax more than before, her eyes slipping shut with a smile on her face, her cheeks heating up pleasantly as she thought about everything that happened in these past months.

She didn’t have to hide anymore, she didn’t have to fear anymore. 

For the first time in her life she felt truly free.

Beatrice watched him move Arthur around New Hanover, muttering a quiet ‘sorry’ to whatever animal he had to kill and bring to camp - which she found adorable -, then hunting down people for money before he decided to take pictures around since that game was so pretty. It was then that she noticed something.

“Brad.” he hums in question, turning Arthur towards the camera and giving her a clear view of his face, “You made Arthur look like you. Did you notice that?”

Bradley stops moving the analog, he too was looking right back at the virtual cowboy. He turns Arthur this way and that, even the hairstyle was similar, faded at the sides, “...I mean, he looks great.” he says with emphasis, making Beatrice laugh softly against his chest “Don’t he? Gonna get all the ladies around these parts.”

Beatrice snorts gently as Bradley moves Arthur back to the Clydesdale, taking him away from the area he was exploring. She crosses her arms over her bust while watching him play, enjoying this time together before she moves her eyes to her abandoned phone on the coffee table. 

She reaches for it, feeling one of his hands holding her waist in case she nears a fall, grabs it, then leans back on his chest. She doesn’t see Rooster flitting his eyes down to the screen, his lips quirking up when he sees her background is also a picture of them together before she checks her messages. 

He trails his gaze away once she opens the app, choosing to give her some privacy even if he did worry about certain things that were happening. Beatrice hums a little song, typing back a message to her mother and to the girls’ group chat, they all think it’s just spam accounts trying to gain followers back, but Evelyn says it’s still suspicious. She tells Beatrice that if it happens again for her to send them the actual account before blocking it because Carmen could check it out since she was so good with computers.

Bea asked if she thought there was something off about it and Evelyn just replied with a ‘maybe’, but they had to check a bit more. That made Beatrice furrow her eyebrows, asking Evelyn what she meant. Her friend took a few minutes to reply but when she did she just said ‘It’s just a feeling’. 

She couldn’t say exactly what it was that Evelyn was talking about but she couldn’t get it out of her head how she said it was a feeling. A feeling of what? Maybe she just said that so they could figure out who it is and then block the main account itself? That sort of feeling? Beatrice thanked them all again, then asked Evelyn if she went out with Jake again since she didn’t reply the first time…the moment she did ask her icon disappeared from the group chat.

Maybe she should just ask Shells about it since Evelyn is just refusing to say if it happened or not. 

-

“Roos.”

“Yeah?”

Beatrice chuckles softly as his tone, looking back at him as he squirts a good amount of shampoo in his hand, “You know I think I can bathe by myself now. I’ve washed my hair before.” she smiles, biting her lower lip when he just sends her a look and sets the lavender shampoo aside. Since her hair was already wet, he just had to smear the pearlescent lilac liquid on her head.

He purses his lips, bringing her closer in between his legs, “Well, I mean we both have to take baths and since I’m here.” he rubs the shampoo on her hair, chuckling at her surprised yelp when the cold viscous liquid touched her scalp, the purplish white foam taking over as he moves his fingers through her tresses “I don’t see why not.”

Beatrice just hums happily, Bradley truly had magic fingers, she didn’t know how but it was like she was getting a full blown scalp massage. And he was so careful too, making sure the foam doesn’t reach her eyes, gently untangling her hair with his fingers while squeezing the moisture out. “You are not bad at this.” she comments, tilting her head to the side so he can reach the hair on her nape.

“I am pretty good with my fingers.” he smirks, “As you recall.” her cheeks and upper body turned red, her lip rolling into her mouth to bite it gently as she did remember how good he was with his fingers indeed. He pours clean water over her hair using the shower head, squeezing the shampoo out, then repeating a few more times until it’s squeaky clean. 

She moves her gaze over her shoulder to where her wet hair was plastered against her back, picking some of the wet strands in between her fingers so she could have a closer look. She looks back at him, seeing his pleased little smile and grinning herself, “You did great.” she says, moving backwards to lean against his chest, his arms wrapping around her shoulders, “Thank you.”

“Anytime, pretty girl.” he replies, kissing her temple, then her cheek, then smiling against her mouth when she tilts her head up towards him. He was getting so used to the smell of lavender he didn’t even mind having it all over himself after showering or after bathing. It smelled like her and it’d be like that for a while. 

Having her in his apartment, well her and Jolene, was probably one of the best ideas he’s had in a long time. He spent fourteen days with her and he loved every second of it, so asking her to stay with him after she hurt herself seemed a good thing to do. She’s been healing, they’ve been spending time together and he was proud at how he was able to control himself. It’s been hard, but cold showers are good for that reason. He just wants her to heal, that’s all.

He pulls back from the kiss to prop his chin on the curve of her shoulder, his hands rubbing up and down her arms and looking at the small yet colorful tattoos on them. “What was the first tatoo you had done?” 

Beatrice blinks, looking back at him then at her arms, holding the one with the Hobbit quote for him to see, “This one.” she says, twisting her arm so he could see it better “I did this arm first then the other one, I wanted small tattoos first. And I still want more, I want to talk to Taboo and check if she has the time for me.”

“Taboo?”

“She’s my tattoo artist.” she grins, “She used to date one of our classmates in college, we met at graduation. She’s the one who’s been doing my tattoos.”

“Any idea which one will be the next one?” he asks, following the thin lines of the little snake by her wrist.

“...I think I’ll do the Litany Against Fear, but just the first lines. It’s a long quote.” she looks back at him who just looks confused, “ ‘I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer.Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.I will face my fear.I will permit it to pass over me and through me.And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.’ It’s from Dune. "

He arches his eyebrows while blinking his eyes, “The fact you said all that without even pausing to think is amazing to me.” She laughs softly, rubbing his hand, “But it’s an amazing quote.” he noticed how some of the quotes and things she liked were about facing fear or facing the darkness to step into the light. Considering everything she’s been through, he wondered if she noticed how that applied to her life. 

“If you want,” she tilts her head back to look up at him, “I can talk to her about your tattoo too?”

“I don’t even know what I’d tattoo.”

“Well, she can help you.” Bea smiles, “You did mention you wanted one inside your arm.” she turns around to fold her arms over his chest and press her chin on top, narrowing her eyes, “Unless you were just showing off and you didn’t want a tattoo at all.”  Rooster looked down at her, his smirk slowly widening and she playfully splashed him with bath water, “You were showing off!”

Sputtering out the water that got into his mouth, he laughed quietly like a boy who just got caught in a prank, wiping his face with the back of his arm. “Maybe I was a little.” she splashes him again, her face red as a ripe tomato and he coughs up another laugh, squeezing her cheeks with his hand when she jutted out her lower lip, “Okay, no pouting,” he presses his lips to hers, pressing quick pecks to her mouth “No pouting, I was showing off just a bit but I still want a tattoo.”

Bea just narrowed her eyes even more, not believing him. “I swear,” he says, holding up his hand with three fingers close together  “Scout’s Honor.”

“You were a scout?”

“For two months, then I got bored and my mom took me out, but that’s not my point.” he laughs, “I do want one, but I’m not sure what it could be. I want the first one to be special, like yours was.” he nods to her arm to where the Hobbit tattoo was, “I’d hate to regret it later in life.”

Beatrice stares at him, a flicker of an idea in the back of her mind, dropping her gaze to the side where a group of bubbles slowly drifted by her arm as she thought. Her mouth opened, then closed, then opened again only to clack shut one more time. She shouldn’t…say it, maybe it was a bad idea? What if it was? “...well…” she chews the corner of her mouth, “Why don’t you…get one done to represent your parents?”

She feels the silence like it’s a thick blanket surrounding them, immediately regretting her words and trying feebly to reel them back in, but Bradley just stared at her. His eyes unreadable and his lips closed, face completely neutral of anything that could give her a sign of any emotion. She thought he’d get out of the bath, probably needed some time alone…but then his shoulders relaxed and his jaw clenched as he looked to the side, “...I like that idea.”

Beatrice blinked in surprise, “You…you do?” he nods silently, “Oh. I thought…well,I’m glad you like it.”

“Yeah,I think I can…figure something out. Maybe I could look at the photo albums and see if I can come up with something.'' After his mother passed and he transferred to California post TOPGUN, he brought a lot of things he had saved up in his old place. Including some old albums his mother would keep in her dresser. He looks down for a bit longer, then meets her eyes, “Can you help me?” his voice was so quiet when he asked, a complete contrast to his usual tone.

Beatrice could feel how hard it’d be for him, so she nodded, “Of course, Brad.” she moves closer, wrapping her arms around his neck and smiling when he hugs her waist, their wet chests touching and the smell of lavender gets even stronger, “You can count on me.”

[sarilolla]

branch’s brothers prob say ily to him like several times per week since they’re worried about the hanakai coming back and the thought brings me to tears 😔👍

Aaaaaaaa yeah… they probably did

It was probably peppered into almost every conversation. It was also nice to hear Branch echo the sentiment back each time, and eventually they don’t even realize how often they say it, and often they say it to each other as well, but it doesn’t stop the words from being truthful! It just becomes normal, like it should have been

They might make a game of it after a while, once the fear has died down a bit. “How many times can you say “I love you” to Branch and have him answer without him noticing?” It starts with the brothers but both Snack Pack and Kismet catch on. Eventually more trolls join in, but only actual friends of his. Poppy wins, with Floyd on a solid second place, the others were being a bit too obvious about it-

Thanks for the ask, I had to make it fluff tho- (they love each other so much)

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

Shock Diamond

Boo!

Pairing: Mostly Platonic DLAMPR, bit of analogical in the beginning

Word count: 1015

Warnings: none this is pure fluff

Notes: Part of my Metaphysical Determinism verse!

for @i-cant-find-a-good-username over on my patreon!

thank you to @the-inky-isles for beta-reading!

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“Dearest,” said Logan plaintively.

“No,” said Virgil, crossing his arms and leaning bodily back from Logan’s front door. “You sounded way too excited for me to open the door and that means explosions and that means no way, no how, nuh-uh for me, no thank you.”

Logan, who could recognize that Virgil was mostly being dramatic for comedic effect to alleviate his own anxiety, sighed fondly.

“Virgil,” he laughed, “please come into the house.”

“You’ll never take me alive.”

“You are small enough,” said Logan idly, “I might be able to bodily carry you.”

Virgil snorted.

“You can barely carry your half of the groceries.”

“I would hardly describe it as ‘my half,’” replied Logan, “I get perhaps three kinds of instant meal and condiments. Except for whatever vegetables you manage to sneak into my bags, since you so passionately prefer them to rot in my crisper rather than yours.”

“You’re supposed to eat them, L!”

“Come in,” said Logan, barely holding back a grin, “and you can make me eat one of the vegetables.”

Virgil glared for several seconds before aggressively throwing his hands in the air.

“Fine, fine! In we go to the death trap.” he groused, walking under Logan’s arm as Logan opened the door.

“SURPRISE!”

“Aaaaaaaa!” Virgil screamed, diving behind Logan.

“While I would not characterize it as ‘deadly,’ yes, it was a trap,” laughed Logan, moving Virgil around in front of him. “Happy Birthday, dearest.”

“I hate you all,” said Virgil, a lacework of hysterical laughter flirting around the edges of his voice, “you bastards.”

“I told you he’d hate the yelling,” scolded Patton playfully.

“That’s what makes it fun!” said Remus, bounding over to pull Virgil toward the wall of clothing Virgil was staring at, wide-eyed.

“It’s not a true birthday party unless you hate it just a little bit,” said Roman sagely, “like putting salt on chocolate.”

“What is all of this?” said Virgil incredulously, running his hands over the soft black fabrics that lined the wall.

“We pooled in on one present!” said Patton, bouncing over and wrapping his arm around Virgil’s and hugging him. “We rented as many black costumes as the costume shop would let us.”

“The intention is that you’re going to treat us like lifesize dolls,” said Devin dryly, “so you wouldn't have to have all the attention on you. But if you would rather perform a fashion show of one, we will of course enjoy it just as well.”

“No way,” said Virgil, shuddering a little even as he was grinning, “but I will absolutely have a hell of a time dressing all of you up. I need pompous royal shit for Roman first-”

“Hey!”

Virgil disappeared in a whirl of fabrics, tossing them with gleeful direction at the five of them while giving them playfully imperious orders.

They went through several outfits and variations on them apiece. Virgil finally settled on one for each of them, and Logan found himself having more fun than he’d thought he would.

Virgil seemed to have gone in the “mad wizard” direction for him... a crisp black shirt and ascot under a form-fitting vest was paired with gloves and a pair of rather steampunk goggles on his head. A duster that Logan suspected was substituting for a lab robe was worn over that.

Virgil had gone in the fairytale direction for Roman and Remus, but he obviously hadn’t actually meant to make fun of Roman. Remus’s was looser, more flowing, some of the pieces askew and making him look rather roguish, while Roman looked – almost shockingly – severe and cold in perfectly pressed and poised, head-to-toe jet. Virgil had even done a quick sweep of make-up, paling Roman and painting his lips to match his blood red hair (grumbling about how Roman was “too ugly for his vision” but clearly delighting in Roman’s entire costume). The effect was rather vampiric.

To Devin, he’d gone fully Victorian, shyly holding up a bustle that Devin had snatched up with glee. Virgil declared him to look “like a nineteenth-century widow who most definitely killed her husband” and Logan couldn’t help but agree.

Virgil had saved Patton for last, which Logan at first assumed was because he would be the most difficult – Patton warmly tan skin and woodsy curls and apple cheeks did not, on Logan’s first instinct, lend themselves to goth fashion.

But it soon became clear that Virgil had saved him for last because he had the most fleshed out ideas for him – Virgil flicked through the clothes, muttering, looking for specific things where he’d taken the inspiration from the clothes he saw to the rest of them.

Finally, Virgil stepped back from doing Patton’s makeup fully, and nodded, showing Patton to the mirror.

Virgil had dove back into the fantasy clothing, in a more whimsical direction from Roman and Remus. Patton was layered in skirts and gowns of silvery tulle, his makeup accentuating his freckles with glitter. He did look like some kind of deceptively cherubic dark fairy, and Logan considered himself somewhat more of an expert on the subject than most.

Roman made a big show of falling to his knees solemnly.

“Dear one,” he said, holding his hand out beseechingly, “I swoon of your beauty!”

“Yeah, yeah, break it up,” said Virgil, shooing him with his foot and wrapping Patton in an embrace. “It’s my birthday, I have dibs on all the baby brother time I want.”

“Virgil!” whined Patton, half laughing, “I’m not a baby!”

“Baby to meeeee,” said Virgil, squeezing him hard and then abruptly switching to noogie-ing him.

“Off, off-off-off, you meanie-!”

“Wrestliiiiiiing!” shouted Remus, yanking off his shirt and diving into the “fray.” Roman followed immediately, because the twins shared a collective three brain cells.

“Rather silly, aren’t they?” he said, sotto voce, to Devin, who gave him a deadpan look.

“Please,” said Devin, “I am the only voice of reason here. If this were intellectual chicanery, you would be right there with them.”

“But it is not,” said Logan reasonably, “so I get points.”

“No you don’t.”

“Unfair parameters.”

“Cope.”

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[hoshi-y]

aaaaaaaa

if requests are open, may i request some headcannons of Kou with a gn reader that's stoic & emotionless towards others, but sweet and loving towards him??

idk i wanted to request and only thought of this- 💀

espero que tengas un buen dia mi pedacito de pan 😏

Change of Personalities

Genre : Fluff

Characters : Minamoto Kou

TW : None

A/N : I have no idea what that means— HWAHAHAHAHHA

I hope you enjoy 💗

"I love you too.."

You have never been the type to show emotion to anyone. happy, sad, anger, you showed none, you just had a blank stare.

People would often struggle to guess if you were dealing with something, angry or you know don't wanna be bothered.

Maybe thats why no one really approached you?

Wroonngg

You met Kou through a partner project

He had a hard time taking with you, heck he couldn't get you and him to have a full conversation

"So, do you like.. Have siblings?"

"no."

Every question he'd ask, you'd always shut him down immediately

But that did not stop the incredible and mighty Minamoto Kou

So yeah he kept bugging you HWHAHAHFHAH

Kou would DEFINITELY try and sit down with you at lunch, or in class, or be your partner in home economics

He never gave up, that's how persistent he was

He'd make donuts or cookies to give to you

even though you don't care, he follows you everywhere sharing about his life and his siblings

After 2 weeks.. Yoy found him adorable and actually quite fun to be with so yiu didn't try to shoo him away anymore.

He was actually quite fun to be with, eventually starting to warm up to him.

Kou was definitely flustered and started to become shy when you started being a little sweet and kinder to him.

He thought he broke your barrier

But then again, he was shocked to see you so stoic and emotionless to others.

He was a tad bit slow lmao

He didn't understand but decided not to press any further.

Eventually, you decided to finally befriend him and he wasn't all that bad.

You didn't quite understand human emotion though, quite the struggle to keep up with his cheerful and bright personality.

But you did end up learning new emotions through him

And that included love.

"Hi [Y/N!]" Kou's cheerful voice pulled you out of your thoughts as your eyes shined with happiness. Ever since you and him became friends.. you've shown many emotions towards him. Well only him, no one else.

"Hi Kou.." You greeted him with a smile as he sat down beside you. You don't know why, but everytime he was so close to you, you'd always feel your heart pound against your chest, your face will burn as you start to stutter over your words. You didn't understand it at first, so you asked him.

You turned to look at him as he was eating his sandwhich. "Kou.. What doe sit mean when.. My heart is beating rapidly and my face begins to burn up and turn red?" Kou choked on his sandwhich as he immediately grabbed his water bottle. "W-well.. You might like someone [F/N]!" Kou blushed as he shyly continued eating his sandwhich. You on the other hand pounded about his answer.

"I like you, Kou."

"S-S-SO STRAIGHTFORWARD!!" He blushed furiously

[found-wings]

omg hybrid characters regressing to their bare instincts in times of pain and stress is literally my favorite thing ever- once phil shifted into a more avian mindset and thought of the people close to him as titles with flock instead of their names and communicating with coos and chirps just ow ow pain and agony. he must've gone into that state many times with the feds in an unsafe place but for once he can let himself be taken care of by people who Care and will help him when he's hurt and AAAAAAAA LOVE IT I LOVE FLOCKS - 💿

THIS!!!

I completely forgot the word regressing existed when I refer to that because. I too am head empty JAJAJ

Phil regressing back to only his bare instincts, making him see everything so simple. He doesn‘t know names, he can barely differentiate who is who in a more complex manner, the world is perceived so much differently when he is in that state. All Phil can do is differentiate between flock and non-flock, recognise potential threats and non-threats ( somewhat ) and use varying chirps, coos, etc. to express his basic needs, though he mainly uses it only to express being either happy, distressed or calling for flock.

I also am 100% a voucher that Phil almost constantly stays in a more kneeled position, allowing him to more freely move in any direction he needs to because his instincts have him alerted.

I WILL ALSO CRY BUT YOU ARE SPEAKING FACTS

The first few Federation trips probably aren‘t as bad to set him off like that - however it quickly gets worse, to where he‘s consistently pushed into that regressed state either during or after the next trips, leaving him to somehow fend for himself until another islander picks up the distressed crow.

Imagine the thought of Phil eventually being triggered into that regressed state before anything even happens on the next time he‘s taken by the Feds - or even better, when simply being met with anything Federation connected. Workers, images of Workers, etc.

Mentions are okayish but make him feel fuzzy in the head still and often end up with only a vague memory of the conversation it was related to.

He DOES deserve to be taken care of finally while regressing back to his basic instincts, RAAAAH

[atherix]

Atherix im wlwdkkekdk

The update dear god its making feel all warm and fuzzy and soft. I cannot put it to words how awesome this was.

Just wjdjejd BABY SCAR WITY HIS PARENTS. SO HAPPY SO ANGSTY FREE

AND JUST THEM RELAXING TOGETHER. SCAR ON MUMBO'S SHOULDER AND GRIAN'S WINGS AROUND THEM AAAAAAA

AND OFC U SPRINKLE SOME CRYPTIC PART THERE JWDJSKKD just,,, so much thought about that particular part with white haired scar. LIKE I HAVE A FEELING THAT WILL COME HAUNTING US AGAIN.

And can we just talk about how mumbo talks to tubbo there??? I just wjdjejdjdjd ITS LIKE HE'S TALKING TO HIS OWN SON AND IM SO SOFT FOR IT PLS AAAAAAA

AND THE FAE LORE. THE FAE LOREEEEEEE. I LOVE IT SO MUCH AAAAAAAA. Since im doing my own au with fae lore as the big part of it, i am LOVING with how amazing it is wjdjdj.

Its just making me feel so much more inspired to write and finally share what i have so i can scream about it with someone other than my lads irl wjdjekd

I just have so many thoughts, its enough to distract me from the heat of the day at where i am rn. (its super hot i feel like im melting with how sweaty i am)

I am scared what will happened in the future seeing how all of this has been fluff so far. But im excited bc GRIAN WATCHER LORE WOOO

Anyway i think i have screamed in ur inbox enough wkdkksdk

- purp anon

ghfsdhjghjdf <3

Thank you so much~! <3 I'm so glad you enjoyed it hehe <3

YES. LITTOL SCAR. Back when he was happy and angst free and didn't really understand death at all <3 Also we got to see a memory of Lorelai hehe, I'm looking forward to Lorelai.

YESSSS I LOVE THEM BEING SO DOMESTIC AND IN LOVE I AM SO HJFSJKKJFS <3<3 Just little things like casual contact, wing hugs and leaning on each other and Mumbo doing that thing again where he holds them both and just hjghjfhjdf <3<3<3

Who am I if not cryptic :) Can you really have Atherix Fluff without either Angst or Crypticness with it :) Hehe. Noooo no it totally won't come back....... <3

Mumbo is his other dad and no one has realized it yet LMAO <3 God I'm loving writing the dadification of Mumbo and Grian lmao

LOOK I LOVE MY FAE LORE MAYBE A LITTLE TOO MUCH I get way too into it, I have like. So much of it figured out and I am buzzing and trying not to overshare it all, especially considering the Fae's story being delivered in pieces is gonna be SUPER important for Grian realizing some stuff later on and I can't say more but hhgfdjkk-

ooooo when you do write and share it be sure to let me know, I definitely wanna see it 👀 I believe in you!!

Haha it's 51 Fahrenheit/10 Celsius and 11 PM where I am so cannot relate, but I hope you get out of the heat soon <3

Oh yeah. Um. This is, uh, the last of the fluff. So. I hope you enjoyed it while it lasted :) WATCHER LOOOOORE. So fun fact, but Midnight is gonna give us so much more than Watcher Lore..... :) Grian is gonna discover some things but what those things are, hmm. Well. We'll see :)

[empty-dream]

86 ep 23 rambling

I need weeks to finally put my thoughts to words because I just-

This is gonna be very long...

They arrive safely! The scene feels similar to the first time they came there. Similar, but not the same.

Even their cards are customized according to their personal names.

GOOD FOR YOU ERNST T_____T I will never get over the :people who never have home finally find one and for the first time say ‘I’m home’” kind of scene.

Love this exchange lol. For all intent and purpose, Ernst really acts like their dad.

I love that they finally can move forward, and learn that it’s okay to fit in and rest properly while still continue to fight their war. Both can coexist. The main 5 don't look like war veterans at all. In fact, I not even sure if Anju's friends or Raiden's coworkers know they are infamous soldiers in the military.

Raiden explains in the novel that Shin is the kind of cook that doesn't care if egg shells are mixed in. That's why he is banned from kitchen duties. The anime omits mentioning this, but it's nice to see in this scene that now there is Frederica to tell Shin not to do that and Shin actually putting an effort.

Anju being so shocked she brings the toast all the way to Raiden lmaoo. Does the conversation go like Anju: "You won't believe what Shin just made! A FOOD WITHOUT EGGSHELLS!" Raiden: "You really come here just to say that?"

There is something very cute about Kurena being interested in fashion. And this time, she lets herself enjoy trying out new clothes and even picking items herself. I mean, that is a normal thing for a 15-16 years old to do.

Theo can finally draw something else, something that is not from an old memory and that he would like to see.

Another character development from Ernst. This time, it’s what he himself proposes.

Another relationship development. That’s Lena on the screen and everyone accepts her now.

I've always felt that Shin visiting Eugene's grave is something cathartic. Shin never gets to visit a grave before, 86 not being given one. And after Eugene's death, he's busy and there is also the matter with survivor guilt, suicidal tendencies and the letters of blame. So the fact that in the end Shin can visit Eugene's grave, and promises to come back again, it's so exhilarating in a way.

HOLY SH- THEY ADD MARCEL TOO IN THIS SCENE. MY HEART STOPPED WHEN I SAW THE FOOT. I CRIED. THEY REALLY PUT CLOSURE TO THIS WHOLE THING. I remember noting that in ep16/17, it somewhat looks like Nina writes it herself instead of Marcel being the one making her write it (even though anyone with slightest bit deeper reading comprehension would come to the latter conclusion). That's why I'm glad the final episode clears this up as well as the entire conflict with them. Remember when Marcel constantly antagonizes Shin in front of Eugene? Now Marcel makes up with Shin, in front of Eugene's grave.

THANK YOU FOR THE PICTURE OH MY GOD AAAAAAAA EUGENEEEEEEEEEE

AS BEAUTIFUL AS I IMAGINED IT'D BE. I’m so glad Nina learns that Shin would never have killed Eugene and that he still treasures her dead brother even today.

I KNEW HE'D PUT REI'S PIECE THERE IN THE END. HE CAN FINALLY LET HIM GO T______T He finally stops clinging on life just to find a way to die following his brother....

Oh and Alice’s name is also there..... I know she was Shin’s first captain.

I love this so much. He can finally say he's the Reaper with his head held high. It's no longer simply a bad omen or lifelong burden for him. It's now his pride.And he will live for the people that are with him.

Also Avid playing in this entire scene. God, best ED.

So at least by the time Lena left her house to fight, there was only three people left in Queen’s Knights...

Love how Lena’s POV also has her visiting her father’s grave at the beginning, just like how Shin visits Eugene’s. I mean, the 2nd half of the ep is mirroring the 1st half.

The fact that many 86 salute to her speak a lot of her standing in the current state of San Magnolia. She's become respected by the soldiers there.

The sceneries in San Magnolia sends chill. The one that starts with superficial prosperity for one single race has been destroyed and now is in a very real ruin

The Alba trio there are the ones from the Gran Mur lobby, the ones that are drinking and belittling Lena. Good grief they don’t change even after all of these. The Giadian officers look at them like they are trash, thanks.

I remember I mentioned my favorite novel-only scene where there was a speech by an Alba high school valedictorian who called out the Republic’s bullshit on killing their non-alba friends. And actually, I also have another fav scene too, one that happens when the Federacy comes to rescue San Magnolia. Upon encountering the truth of 86, the Giadian commander tells the president and the remaining higher ups of the Republic: "If you hated colors so much, you may as well have dyed your flag white" And considering how much the republic loves to wave the "Glory to the five-colored flag" slogan, DAMN THAT BURNS SO HOT. I wasn't surprised it didn't make it to the anime, but deep inside I'm a bit disappointed lmao it's such a delicious roast.

Yass the Queen's Knights's pretty lady (the center one, I mean) makes it out alive! (I'm guessing her name is Shana Aya, personal name Melusine?)

Rito Oriya.... I know that name, but I didn't know it will actually appear this early.

TEPPIE IS ALIVE :’‘‘))))

Not a single living being in the room likes this guy. This is his 2nd screen time and he manages to get even more despicable twofold. He wants to impress the Giadian officers so much, he puts a photo of him (clearly uninvited) with two Eighty Six and even worse, replace his family photo with a new one where his wife and son's hair are dyed. The colors look pretty artificial, like everything else in the former Republic. I mean, who the fuck are you trying to fool? Their eyelashes are WHITE. Why do you think Aldrecht wears sunglasses all the time?

Nice to see Lena and Annette going back to be simple cheerful teenagers for once. It's kinda funny that around a year ago, on the same house, they had a big fight and Lena stone-coldly calling her with her rank. I really thought they'd drift away after that lmao.

And I love how Lena inspires people to fight however they can. With juggernauts, with guns, with sciences, with words. The girl in the front is the soldier working under her. I'm not really sure if my interpretation is correct, but I think it means the republic is going to change with people from all race coming there and become "true."

According to an interview, the doodles are made by the anime staff and voices actors as well.

“Until my ideals are shattered.” Damn that's a good line.

I KNEW IT SHE'D TOUCH KAIE'S NAME LIKE IN THE OPENING. God what a beautiful detail. Kaie was the friendliest one to her and her death triggered her wake-up call after all.

SHE TOUCHES ALL THE LAST FIVES NAMES AND ENDS WITH HARUTO'S. I FEEL LIKE THAT'S MY OWN HAND. *ugly weeping* I know Haruto was one of the friendlier ones with her, but I really to see them interact more T_T

Idk who these are but I think the furthest one looks like Blackbird (The Sledgehammer squadron captain) Amazarashi playing in this scene is just HNGHGNGNGJGJKLIOJ KYOUKAISEN O MUKOU GA WA DE I know competition is tight but I'm gonna be so mad if Kyoukaisen doesn't win a single award for best opening.

Love how there are now 6 birds instead of 5.

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH A MONTAGE AGAIN!!! It’s exactly like EP10 except far, far happier. The five people of the remaining Spearhead Squadron are looking forward to meet Lena. For me, Lilas isn't as quickly ear-catching as Avid, Hands Up to the Sky or even Alchemilla. And Lilas is quite gentle and calmer than the other three ED songs. But it is precisely because of it that I find it fitting for the scene. It amps up the sweetness and heartwarming scene and I can really focus on what's happening.

Lmao he plays with that one bang. I also want to touch it lol, he looks like a guy checking himself out before going out. I wonder if by that time, he means he was watching Shin and Lena's meeting from afar, or when Lena synced vision with him back in ep9.

She loves the kitty so much...

DAIYAAA HARUTOOO KAIEEEEE!!!! Thank you for letting me see them one last time in the final episode T_T They are also the cast that has their own slot in the 1st opening before they die... Oh Is this the day Daiya found the cat?

Wow this is what I call character development lmaoo. It's a big step up from how he first thought of Lena. And the big proud cheeky smile, contrasting the somber days....

It's so cute to see her excited at the prospect of graduating from little sister figure. Soo, who is gonna tell her that a) It's actually that way with Shin and Lena, and b) That's not how the little sister figure system works....?

THEOOO LOLOLOLOLOOOL!!

REEIIIII ONII-SAMA THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHINGGGG! I'm glad I can see you again one last time. And also Papa and Mama Nouzen! They look like adult Shin and (female) Rei, respectively. This part really feels like they (and Fido) are sending Shin off. But seriously, was Fido their actual dog? Or a robot dog?

OF COURSE ERNST ACTUALLY ARRANGES IT LIKE THIS. He sketched the entire concept. Best dad ever.

I'm with Grethe and Richard. What is he doinngg is talking robot the power of Onyx people lmao

I'm glad Fido actually avoids her hair. It'd hurt a lot.

HAHHAHSH DJSKHSJSJS JSKUAKAKHSJA THIS IS SO EMOTIONAL HMGJFMJ THE EMOTION OVERFLOWING IN THIS ONE GIF ONLY. If i was Lena, I’d cry too. I’d ugly cry it’s not even funny.

GOD. OH MY GOD. OHH MY GODD. THEY ARE SO HAPPY TO MEET EACH OTHER. I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. Like, this scene doesn't brush their relationships aside just because Shin and Lena's is the main one. They all know each other, they share a story with each other, and ultimately conclude with seeing each other. And it makes the whole story so much more humane and relatable.

NNGGGAAAAAHHHHH THE PARALLEL

YES SHE CATCHES UP TO THEM.

This is a very cheeky yet sweet way to end the season. Bravo.

WE WON'T FORGET ;___;

There is an omake in the official Twitter where everyone on the vicinity takes a photo as well lol. TL;DR Oh my god what a journey. I've been screaming about this series for idk, a year? I hold this anime series so dearly in my heart. I start out an anime watcher until I buy the novels. And imo, the anime is beyond a simple light novel adaptation. It's not just copying the LN content and animating it as it is. So much creative interpretation, thorough exploration, and technical skills go into the anime. I hope that the team won't rush to create Season 2 because I want at least the exact same quality of adaptation (and better scheduling for the crews).

[selfshipdorito]

so... after watching today's genshin fatui teaser, I found out about Collei. at first I thought "yay, a dendro bow character! her design looks really cute!". upon doing a bit more research, I found out there was a genshin webcomic?? where her past was explored and all that?? I've finished reading it and... yeah, it made me feel things

so here goes me getting extremely emotional over it! :'D

the huge ramble below the cut has spoilers for everything about it, so be warned

spoilerless tldr: the comic hit hard. collei is not only a comfort character but also a familial f/o (younger sister) to me. amber has become a comfort character too, but instead a platonic f/o

I legit cried during that final battle scene. and during that goodbye letter to amber. what did collei do to deserve everything she went through?? but seeing her grow and slowly letting go of at least a bit of her past was so... idk, I'm proud of her. and now her new design hits different... the baron bunny looking puppet, she using a bow, her vision literally being like amber's... aaaaaaaa she's grown so much!!! I'm glad she has someone like amber in her life

honestly, she's a big comfort character to me right now. she reminds me a lot of my past self, in a way. heh, even I want to "learn about medicine and all kinds of things I don't know about this world", quoting her, which just makes me go gvgkevavafbha

also, amber?? I must have overlooked her while playing, because I sure didn't know she was like that!! I can't seem to find the words to say it, but uuuuugh now she brings me so much comfort too!! and the way she helped collei... ahvbeljguveflutaoe I get emotional from thinking about it

sooo, what is the aftermath of this? well, collei wins the title that many can't achieve, which is that of a familial f/o. yup, she's my younger sister now!! I want to protect her from everything no matter what!! and amber gets to be a platonic f/o, but it's one of those where the feelings are pretty intense

[truckreincarnation]

aAaAaAaA | Bian Le | Trial 4.2 | RE: Almost Everyone | ATTN: Germain, Theophania, Manami

Bian is able to get herself together enough after her alibi to focus on what Theophania says, nodding along. She’s in and out of the trial, her brain too hazy to focus for long. She has to force the words out at first.

“I saw the wounds too, even if I… could only watch the check. Avery can add more details, but I can attest that it’s accurate.

As for Theophania’s Phoenix Blossom question, that makes Bian stop. For just a moment, she’s able to reach through the cloud of her mind and grab on to a thought.

“One thing doesn’t… make sense…

Theophania saw Frank, but not Luz, yet they were found stacked on each other… um… specifically, Frank was on top of Luz. With the drag marks, it’s clear he dragged his way over to her… ah…”

Bian whimpers, holding her tightly together.

“But there were flower petals on both Luz and Frank, I thought..? I assume the flower petals were from Theophania’s ability, since there weren’t any plants nearby with similar petals. Which… if true… how would they be on Frank and Luz, if Theophania only targeted Frank? Wouldn’t only D— *Frank* have them? I…

One option is just that they dragged with Frank, but with how many there were…”

There’s a pause as Bian ponders things over, frowning.

"This is just speculation, but…

If something, or someone interfered to stop the blossom… I don’t think it couldn’t be anyone alive. The blast radius was too large for any of us to be close. Even if someone acted from a distance, it would’ve been hard to see with all the plants… Which has me thinking…

What if… Luz stopped the Phoenix Blossom? I don’t think she would’ve done it on purpose. No. But… if Luz didn’t know Theophania was there, and saw something going at Frank… she could’ve intervened at the last moment. If she didn’t know what it was, she could’ve easily thought it was an attack, or even part of the explosion…

Germain… I hate to ask this of you, but you knew Luz well. Does she have any ability that could’ve canceled out Theophania’s action..? Again, I don’t think Luz would’ve done this intentionally. But… if she didn’t realize what was being used on Frank…”

That makes her stop, again, and look at Theophania.

“Um… if you don’t mind me asking… can your Phoenix Blossom fail? It could also be something as simple as that… I don’t want to rule anything out yet.”

With that all accounted for, Bian curls up again, sniffling. She’s doing the best she can in these circumstances.

“Oh… one more thing… I don’t think it’s related to the case, but just in case…

Manami, are you "Jeff” on the weapon sign out sheet? Um… because… Jeff the Killer..? Unless someone just… chose that name by accident… I think we’re the only people who actually talk about creepypasta enough to… you know.“

[pigdemonart]

I am REALLY gonna need some more comics with the depot agents. Those were TOO GOOD

Aaaaaaaa Thank YOU!! 😭😭😭

I got some more comments I want to share and talk about — I tried to fit all the recent ones I got in my inbox to answer!

more ramblies and anon questions under the cut! 

SO I have a few more things to piled up (submas and personal and now commissions) so if I get more time to doodle depot agents shenanigans, I definitely will! They’re quite fun!

I have many thoughts about their relationships with each other and with their bosses. Overall though, they’re all a good team of people thanks to the twins being good at leading and the job requiring a lot of seriousness. They’re just so goofy it slips right through the cracks.

And yes, I am really excited to see people use my interpretations for their work OR come up with their own. Im attached to the concept of a big subway crew family, and not particularly to my designs, ya know... 🚂 the only thing that stays true is that Furze is the best and loves trains.

Aa for the others…I’m SO glad people like Isadore. He makes me laugh. I took the most liberties with him, interpreting his dialogue as someone who is being standoffish and putting up an appearance, which was a bit of a reach. But my idea is like he wants to be Kyoya Ootori/Tenya Iida (all those cool glasses-trope anime guys), but is actually closer to being a Dwight Schrute lmaooo

It’s also just fun to have someone around that is kind of a poser. He means well, but he’s a little bitch and he’ll rat you out if you’re not on time or if your losing streak is getting to the double digits (blow his little whistle while he’s at it.) He’ll sing Ingo and Emmet’s praises, wipe their shoes, and reprimand others for not being respectful to their authority enough….then turn around and huff about not being the boss i mean look at his track record!!!!

Finally... Jackie is a coworker and friend until you start asking questions and the room suddenly becomes cold. You look up their file to find answers, but the words are swimming and now you need to sit down and hold your head. You can’t remember what you were doing, but Jackie hands you a bottle of water anyways. See, I love them. They are unsettling AND hospitable.

Anyways… 🐷💕 as always, thank you all!

[leejungchans]

teamwork (makes the dream work) — yoon jeonghan

word count | 1.8k

pairing | jeonghan (svt) x gender neutral reader

warning(s) | food mentions

genre | fluff, humour, established relationship au, you lovingly call him a brat 🥰

summary: jeonghan helps you bake—it doesn’t go exactly as planned.

a/n: the first out of many jeonghan fics/drabbles for his trophy wife ria @kwonsyoungs 😼 i care you and i lov you!! 🥺💕💕 i hope you like this aaaaaaaa ;;;;;

“What are you making again?”

Jeonghan pouts at your lack of reaction. Not that you’d see the sulky jut of his bottom lip, given that your back is currently turned to him as you measure the almond flour.

“Chocolate macarons, Hannie.” You don’t even look over your shoulder when you respond. The audacity, he thinks. “Also, we.”

“We, what?” You both know that he perfectly understands what exactly you’re referring to. He just wants your attention like the brat that he is.

Your hand jerks, causing flour to spill from the measuring cup and onto the kitchen counter, specks of the pale yellow powder dusting the dark marble. The sound of a sharp inhale escapes you.

“We are making these,” you answer, finally looking over your shoulder to throw him a disapproving glance, “you said you’d help, yet you’re still standing there being useless.”

“Useless? You’re so mean to me!” Jeonghan whines, stepping closer so he can wrap his arms around your waist and bury his head into the crook of your neck. “How could you be so cruel to speak to your incredibly helpful boyfriend like that?”

Drama king.

Perhaps on another day you’d give him the attention he so desperately wants, but you’re on a time crunch and these macarons won’t make themselves, so you instead shove the bag of powdered sugar into his hands, effectively detaching him from you.

“If you’re so helpful, then please measure the sugar for me. We need one cup for the filling and two-thirds of a cup for the cookies. Chop-chop! We have to get these done today so we can take them to Shua’s later this evening.”

“You mean these aren’t even for us?”

“There’ll be a few extras left over,” you reassure, though your words don’t seem to do much, and his pout is prominent as ever. “I thought I told you these are gonna be a housewarming gift for him.”

Jeonghan grabs a pair of scissors to cut open the bag of sugar. “We could’ve just gotten him a throw pillow, or something,” he grumbles, reaching into the bag with the measuring cup in hand to scoop up the powder.

“Shua will be glad to have such an amazing best friend,” you say dryly. “Remember to level the sugar, by the way. The measurements have to be precise if we don’t wanna screw up.”

He turns to you and stares blankly like the standing man emoji, looking completely lost as though you just spoke to him in alien language. “Okay, explain that in baby language, please?”

“It means you wanna take off the extra sugar on top,” you explain, grabbing a single chopstick to push the mound of excess sugar back into the bag. “Like this. See? Now it’s exactly one cup.”

“Baking is so hard.”

“We barely started!”

You watch as Jeonghan dumps the powdered sugar into one of your mixing bowls with a little too much force, and let out a sharp exhale when some misses the bowl entirely and lands on the counter and hardwood floor.

He has the audacity to giggle. “Whoops.”

Your right eye twitches.

“What now?” he asks when he finishes measuring the sugar.

“I’m separating egg yolks from the egg whites,” you answer absentmindedly as you crack the eggs, being super careful as to not break the yolks.

Jeonghan stands behind you, looking over your shoulder as he watches, and the feeling of his breath lightly fanning across your neck leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake. You will yourself to focus.

Don’t mess this up, you chant internally, not only will you have to start over, but he’ll never let you live it down either.

You let out a breath you didn’t realise you’ve been holding until the cookies are in the oven. You deserve a pat on the back for managing to get everything right (so far, at least) on your first try.

Your boyfriend watches amusedly as you plop down on the ground next to the oven, your back leaning against the cabinets. “Of all the desserts to choose,” he teases, “you had to be stubborn and pick one of the most difficult ones to make.”

A heavy huff escapes you, and you wipe your sweaty hands on your apron while looking up at him with narrowed eyes.

“What do you know about baking?” you mumble despite knowing he’s right. When is he not?

So maybe you did pick a difficult pastry to make because you wanted to prove your knack at baking, even though you totally didn’t have to because Joshua will probably appreciate anything you give him, but what does Jeonghan know?

“Enough to know that it’s giving you a hard time. I’ve never seen you so frazzled because of food before.”

With a pout, you whine, “Hannie, I still have to make the filling. What am I gonna do?”

“Aw, my baby,” he coos affectionately as he joins you to sit on the floor, “they look great so far. I’m sure they’ll turn out well.”

Really, you’re grateful for his encouragement, but you also distantly wonder if you should let him know that he just plopped down on a generous dusting of powdered sugar, which will definitely show up on his black sweatpants like someone slapped a Jackson Pollock painting across his butt.

It was his mess, though, so maybe later.

“Besides, you have me to help you.”

He, in fact, is not helping.

“Yoon Jeonghan, if you lick the spoon one more time I will kick you out. I won’t have any filling left for these!”

“Hey! I deserve some prize for helping! Also, this is our apartment!”

He literally only helped by scraping the sides of the bowl, but sure. Besides, you’re too busy—and okay, you also love him a little too much—to argue any further, so you turn back to assembling the macarons with a shake of your head, suppressing a smile that you know he’ll tease you for. Jeonghan grins at your silent defeat, gleefully reaching into the bowl to scoop up another dollop of frosting.

He’s on his third scoop when he hears you sigh, and he looks over, spoon in mouth, to find you staring down at your creations with a deep frown.

“Hannie, they’re lopsided.”

He pads over to you to get a closer look. He thinks they don’t look bad at all, and if he’s honest, they look infinitely better than if he were to make them on his own. The crestfallen expression on your face makes his heart clench uncomfortably in his chest, and he wishes that you were able to see them the way he does.

You’ve always been a little too hard on yourself, even if it’s with something as seemingly wholesome and relaxing as baking adorable, delicious macarons that he knows Joshua (and himself, too) will gladly devour.

“They look great, angel,” Jeonghan reassures, “I promise that Shua will like them.”

His voice has lost its teasing tone completely. Instead, it’s as gentle as the featherlight pecks he smothers your face in in the mornings, and as warm as the duvets that the two of you bury yourselves under when night falls.

“They look so uneven, though…”

“It gives them character!”

Despite your disappointment, you feel the beginnings of a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “That’s what people say when something looks ugly to make the creator feel better.”

“You have to trust my judgement,” Jeonghan insists, head dropping to place a light kiss on your shoulder. “I have a good eye for anything and everything. I’m dating you, aren’t I?”

Your smile widens. “So smooth, Yoon Jeonghan.”

“When am I not?” He grins while holding up a spoonful of the leftover macaron filling. “Here, I saved the last bits for you.”

“How generous of you. Though didn’t you eat literally half the bowl yourself?”

Jeonghan juts his bottom lip out, and you’re suddenly overwhelmed but the urge to kiss that stupid pout away. “That’s an exaggeration and you know it! C’mon, say ‘ah’,” he croons.

You eye the mountain of frosting pilled onto the spoon with hesitation. ��Hannie, that’s way too mu—mmph!”

The brat shoves the whole spoon into your mouth.

“Good, right?” Jeonghan beams, batting his eyes at you like the picture of innocence while you struggle around the mouthful of frosting. Your features soften as the sweet mixture melts onto your tongue pleasantly, and Jeonghan watches fondly from the side as you clean the spoon of any frosting.

“Feel better?”

Your tongue darts out to lick a speck of the chocolate filling off your bottom lip. “Actually… yeah.”

B O N U S !!

“Let me get this straight—you made these?”

Joshua wasn’t exactly enthusiastic when the two of you called him in the middle of his unpacking, urging him to join you downstairs where your car is parked outside his apartment building, whining about how he really needed to unpack one more box before crashing onto his mattress and passing out. But upon your insistence, he agreed, though not without some (read: a lot of) reluctance.

As he walked up to you and Jeonghan, a wave of guilt crashed over you like a huge wave upon noticing his messy, white-blonde hair and the faint dark circles that formed under his doe eyes, which were now cloudy and unfocused with exhaustion.

He still looks like a supermodel though, because for some reason your boyfriend seems to only have attractive friends. You often wonder if this is an actual thing—do pretty people really gravitate towards one another?

Jeonghan huffs and makes a face at his best friend. “What’s with the tone? Of course I made them! I helped Y/N lots!”

“Must not have helped a lot if they turned out palatable then,” Joshua teases, turning the box of macarons over in his hand to examine them.

Sarcasm drips from Jeonghan’s next words. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know today was Pick-on-Jeonghan Day.”

“Aw, we’re just messing with you,” you coo, reaching up to pinch his cheek gently, “thank you for helping, Hannie.”

Joshua groans at the display of affection. “Okay, okay, I get it, lovebirds. Not in front of me please.” He pinches the bridge of his nose with a wince. “To think this all started when I introduced you to each other...”

“Just because you’re jealous you don’t have a cute significant other to bake with—”

With a yelp, Jeonghan bolts down the street as Joshua, newfound vigour seemingly having appeared out of nowhere, takes off after him, though not before handing you the box for safekeeping so as to not damage the cookies while he hunts down your boyfriend.

You blink blankly at their retreating figures before shrugging, deciding not to go after them in favour of waiting right where you are. In midst of listening to their distant yells, you take one of Joshua’s macarons and take a bite, a smile slowly stretching across your face when you realise that you really didn’t do a bad job at all.

Hey, you were the one who made them. That doesn’t count as stealing from Joshua… right?

a/n: this is not proofread bc i wrote this at like 2am ahsjjajs sorry if there are any spelling/grammatical errors :( i’ll fix them tmr 🤧🤧 as always feedback is always welcome and highly appreciated 🥺💕💕

[lonely-writer]

Everything about you is so easy to love + buck confessing to reader ❤️💕❤️

AAAAAAAA!!! Tysm for the request, I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Evan "Buck" Buckley x GN!Reader

Tags: Fluff, kissing, love confessions

Buck had just gotten off of a long shift, he felt exhausted from the hard work the 118 had been put through today and wanted nothing more than to head back to his home and rest, however when he had gotten a text from you asking if he wanted to drop by for dinner he knew that he wouldn't be able to turn you down. There was something about you that Buck had been drawn to when he first met you, you were sweet, kind, caring, and incredibly intelligent, to say he was smitten the moment he saw you would have been an understatement. He loved a lot of things about you and he wanted to tell you everything that brought him joy, the way you would smile whenever he told you a random fact that he knew, the way you basked in the sunlight, the jokes you would periodically text him to brighten up his day, all of it.

He loved every part of it, loved every part of you. He smiled just at the thought of seeing you at the end of the day, he parked his car and trudged up the stairs to your apartment- honestly he had no idea why the two of you hadn't moved in together, you'd been in a relationship for a little bit over three months now and he felt that it was time to ask but he came to the realization that he hadn't even told you that he loved you. He had only ever imagined telling you, hoping for the perfect moment, he had tried many times in the past- attempting to add it into casual conversation but it never ended in the way that he wanted.

Buck thought back to the first time he had tried to share his feelings with you, "Hey...Y/N, I just wanted to say..." Buck started to speak as his heart pounded in his chest, you were currently cuddled up on his couch wearing a hoodie of his while reading a book, at the sound of his voice you looked up from it and smiled lightly giving him your utmost attention, suddenly he couldn't remember what he had been planning to say all of the words had gone from his brain as he gazed over at you. Stumbling for words he knew that he couldn't say, "Uh I just wanted to say that I'm....hungry." He finished lamely but you laughed lightly and offered to get lunch.

The next time that he had tried to tell you that he loved you had gone a little better but still ultimately failed as he fumbled over himself, he had told you that he loved your outfit....you had been in pajamas. Smooth. Real smooth Buck.

After that the next few times that he had tried spilling his guts to you had gone just as bad as the first time. Truthfully, Buck was scared. He was scared of being rejected by you. Scared of being left behind. Scared of not being enough for you. Scared that his lifestyle wouldn't fit with yours and you would just leave like...like Abby, like Ali, like Taylor. He didn't want a fling, he wanted long term. Upon entering the apartment he knew that he had to say something, the sound of music lightly playing from the kitchen immediately drew his attention, he rounded the corner and leaned against the wall watching as you cooked something that smelled absolutely delicious on the stove, you were humming along to the music as you cooked hips swaying to the music looking absolutely angelic, you hadn't even noticed that Buck was standing there just watching you in awe until he spoke abruptly, "You're so amazing, I love you." He blurted out with a genuine smile on his face, you turned to face him a look of shock dawning your face before it turned into a smile,

"You love me?" You repeat turning off the stove before turning your full attention to him. He blushes in embarrassment not having realized that he said those words aloud.

"I-I uh..well, yeah. I mean of course I love you." He states a nervous laugh rolling off his chest as the weight of the world finally drops from his shoulders, "Everything about you is so easy to love." Buck admits as he walks into the kitchen wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you in close,"I-I've wanted to say that for awhile now but I've been scared to say it, now that it's off my chest though.." He trails off looking down at you as he waits for your response trying not to give into the anxiety of the silence around you.

"I love you too." You say softly pulling him into a small kiss, "I've loved you for awhile I just didn't know when to say it...or if you would say it back." You hum sheepishly before you're pulled into yet another kiss.

"Y/N, of course I would say it back, I love you so much." He responds allaying any fears you might have had. You smile and pull away from him turning your attention back towards dinner,

"Well it's a good thing you love me because I made dinner, why don't you get cleaned up a bit?" You hum. Buck smiles and heads off to your bathroom to get cleaned up, heart filled with love for you.