#I kind of want to make this into a charm hmmmmmm

[gothamsfinestdummy]

TEDDY I LOVE YOU TEDDY

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Raymond Reddington Headcanons: Manipulation (+ Romantic HC with S/O) The Blacklist

#Yandere #YandereRaymondReddington #YandereTheBlacklist #RaymondReddington #RaymondReddingtonxReader #Reader #TheBlacklist #Headcanons #YandereHeadcanons 

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! Here are those headcanons I said I would do! I hope that you all enjoy this chapter here and these headcanons, a mix of base and also the bonus romantic with S/O!]

(Disclaimer: Raymond Reddington is not yandere in canon, though he does have issues he is not yandere. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for fictional yanderes and characters is fine, just do not be illegal or gross about it. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon. Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. No Matter how charming they may be!)

-Base Yandere Headcanons With Raymond Reddington X GN Listener-

.Raymond is a highly intelligent individual.

.He is also very driven as well.

.On another end he has developed sociopathic tendencies, most likely due to PTSD since he was not born that way.

.With this he takes pleasure in torturing rivals and anyone who dares hurt you.

.He is very much in love with you, his past lovers never compared to you.

.He is a very sly and manipulative yandere as well.

.Thing is most of the time you cannot tell that he is manipulating you.

.As he is very charming and a professional liar.

.It is almost impossible for you to know that he is manipulating you and catching you in his web of lies.

.He also hates rude people (I wonder who that reminds me of hmmmmmm~)

. Especially if they are rude to you.

.If you are rude, you will be getting a spanking that is for sure. (You might like the spanking as well. we do not kink shame lol)

.He has no qualms with killing people, so he will for sure kill anyone that gets in the way of his love for you.

.Even his friends are not safe from his mission to have you.

.He would also spoil you silly, he adores you more than anything.

.Giving you anything and everything you needed.

.You also will be under his watchful eye and his protection always.

.No one will harm you if he has anything to say about it, which most likely he would.

.He is so kind, sweet, and loving to you.

.A side he rarely shows to anyone else.

.He is also a man of his word, when he says he will make you love him, he means it.

.He also will protect you with everything he has. Dedicating his entire being to keeping you safe, loving you, and having a family with you.

.He would confess to you in a romantic way, candlelit dinner in Pairs, a harp playing.

.It does not matter if you say no.

.He is still going to have you, at this point, you are too deep in.

.There is no way you could escape Reddington even if you wanted to.

.You are His!

-Bonus Romantic Headcanons With Yandere Raymond Reddington X S/O GN Reader

.He loves you and you love him.

.He spoils you all the time, picking up the most wonderful things for you.

.Showering you with love and affection.

.Nothing is ever going to stop him from adoring you.

.He truly adores you.

.He would be the type of partner to take you on spontaneous trips.

.Taking you Anywhere around the world to spoil you to even just a dinner.

.He loves dancing with you and showing you off.

.Though he denies showing you off of course.

.Is incredibly romantic and caring.

.If you have a craving he has that item to you within hours at most.

.He also dots on you.

.Physical touch is a big part of his love language.

.Just holding your hand or stroking your hair, or just holding you.

.He loves and adores it.

.He wants to give you the world and he will.

.Of course, you two will get married very soon.

.The most intimate but beautiful wedding ceremony.

.He would give you, your dream home, in your dream country.

.Having it as a safe haven, where you will always be safe and you both can raise a family.

.Of course, this all is almost too good to be true.

.Anyone who has hurt you in the past, even before you met Raymond. Die. Painfully.

.Anyone who tries to get you to leave him is taken care of.

.He paid off your lover before him to leave you and break your heart.

.In which he swooped in and manipulated you into being with him. You are now his and he planned it all from the very moment he met you.

.You are blissfully unaware of just how much he manipulated you and how truly dangerous he is.

.After all, ignorance is bliss.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

[hoellergic]

♡ S/ANJI SNEEZECANONS  !

because they had NO right to cast that man as hot as they did or make him as suave as they did (he's such an IDIOT in the manga/anime but they were like hmmmmmm lets cast an actual greek god of fuck to play himhdkhksjad)

gets set off by his cooking and is not embarrassed by it. strong spices are the mark of a good chef, sneezing in the kitchen is normal and expected

i picture a lot of open-mouthed muffled sneezes into the towel that he usually has draped over his shoulder?

but sometimes if they surprise him he has to turn away really fast and catch a sneeze across the back of his slutty little wrist

nostril flarer to the max, i mean LOOK at them they have to be so expressive when he has to sneeze

the kind of person who can smile through a sneeze and keep on being charming without missing a beat

i want to say he sneezes in twos almost religiously because it's my favorite, but if something really sets him off he can go for a while just with ten seconds in between each one (much to z/oro's annoyance)

speaking of z/oro kink!z/oro is everything to me because s/anji would be a MENACE

hands are always in his pockets so sneezes sometimes take him by surprise, which is the only time he gets embarrassed by them

he's so tall and LEGGY sometimes his sneezes bend him right in half

rolled up sleeves of his dress shirt means he has to use something else to wipe his nose

strong, harsh sneezes but also fairly contained? he's been working on the line since he was a kid i think he knows how to keep them tight and minimal even when he doesn't have to

his skin is so perfect i know his nose gets red as hell when something is bothering him

photic sneezer thanks for coming to my ted talk

smoke doesn't bother him because he chain smokes like a madman but i think if he was having a fit already it might make it worse (and he might not care)

his stupid hair gets all in his face when he sneezes and it makes him look disheveled and beautiful and i HATE HIM SO MUCH

[julek]

7) “are we breaking up?” 💕

The ring burns in Geralt's hand.

He's had it for so long, hidden at the bottom of his bag, two old shirts wrapped around it for good measure. He's looked at it on starless nights and turned it on his finger over and over again for long winters. He's written hundreds of pages under candlelight in Vesemir's library while staring at it, watching the shapes it cast on the walls where the light met its stone.

He's finally ready. His brothers have gone hunting with Vesemir, the candles are lit, and there's a bottle of his best wine cooling in the snow.

Absolutely nothing could go wrong.

Pocketing the ring and putting on a confident smile, he walks over to where Jaskier is napping in front of the fire. He takes a minute to drink him in, the soft slope of his nose golden pink against the furs he's wrapped himself around, his curls mussed and tangled against the pillow. He crouches by his side.

"Jask."

One blue eye cracks open. Then closed. "Mm."

Geralt smiles. "Jask, come on."

"Hmmmmmm." Jaskier screws his eyes shut. "We're closed. Come back later."

Geralt bites his lip, thinking of a way to wake him up that doesn’t involve pouring frozen water directly onto his face. "Jask," he says again, rubbing his stubbled cheek against Jaskier's face.

Third time's the charm.

"Ugh," Jaskier complains, sitting up and bringing the blankets up with him as well. He blinks once, twice, then squints at Geralt. "What."

Okay, not the perfect opening Geralt expected. He can make it work, though. "I need to talk to you."

At that, Jaskier is a little more awake. His eyes are wide and Geralt can feel the way his scent changes, but he can't quite put his finger on what it is. Jaskier makes some room for him to sit, and Geralt nods. "Right."

His heart is pounding, and he suddenly forgets every sonnet and ballad he spent months quoting to Lambert as practice, forgets every eloquent sentence Eskel suggested to him as they fenced. He clears his throat, then takes in a deep breath.

Jaskier's looking at him with curiosity and something else he can't quite decipher, so he takes his hands in his. "Jaskier," he stars.

After a moment, and because Geralt hasn't said anything else, Jaskier squeezes his hands. "Yes?"

He clears his throat again. Gods, it hadn't been as hard when he practiced with Vesemir. "You have been by my side for a long time." Okay, not a bad start. "I didn't want your company at first, didn't need it."

Jaskier's face does a complicated thing, so he hurries to continue. "You were loud and reckless and annoying, and more often than not I had to save you from cuckolded husbands and revenge-seeking fathers," he chuckles. "And it took us a while to get to where we are."

Jaskier's eyes are shining as he looks up at him. Perfect, Geralt thinks. I knew I've always been a romantic deep down.

He gets bolder. "I brought you to Kaer Morhen this winter, after many years of someone," he says, and thinks of Lambert's merciless teasing, "pestering me to let you come. But I think it is time I tell you the truth about my feelings."

Geralt's about to bring the ring out of his pocket when a sob escapes Jaskier's mouth. He looks up, confused. "Jaskier?"

Jaskier isn't looking at him, tears running down his cheeks. "Are—" he sniffs, "are we breaking up?"

Geralt freezes in his seat. Breaking up? Where did Jaskier get the idea—

Oh.

He springs into action. "No, no, no," he soothes, taking Jaskier in his arms, loathing the way his tears keep falling. "No, Jask— Gods, I'm an idiot. I'm not breaking up with you." He reaches into his pocket, pulls the ring out. "I'm asking you to marry me."

"You—" Jaskier lets out a strangled sob and tries to speak, but his tears don't let him, so Geralt pulls him against his chest, whispering sweet nothings in his ear until Jaskier's breathing evens out.

Once he can, Jaskier pulls back. "That was you asking me to marry you?"

"Um." Geralt's still holding the ring, and he aims for a smile. "Yes?"

Jaskier covers his flushed face with his hands, muttering into them. "—the most tactless Witcher in the entire Continent, yes." He takes a deep breath. "You— I—" He closes his eyes. "You know what? Just— go on. What were you saying?"

Geralt swallows, tentatively reaches out for Jaskier's hand. He has a feeling he's sleeping in the stables tonight. "Um." He swallows again. "I was about to tell you about my feelings. For you."

Jaskier nods and pats his hand. "Yes, yes. That."

Taking in a deep breath, Geralt steels himself. "What I was trying to say," he starts, "was that I didn't always see you for who you were. For who you are." Jaskier smiles at that, and Geralt squeezes his hand. "Kind. Loving. Brave."

He rubs the stone on the ring with his thumb. "I do now," he says, looking into Jaskier's eyes, drowning in that blue. "And, contrary to what I made you believe a few seconds ago, I can't get enough of you."

Jaskier sniffs. "I love you," Geralt murmurs in the low light, plain and simple. True. "I never wish to be parted from you."

There's a beat of silence. Then—

"You ridiculous, foolish man!" Jaskier exclaims, swatting at his chest. His grin is blinding. "That was all you needed to say! None of that You were nothing but a parasite, I hated you at first glance—"

"I don't believe I said—"

Jaskier's laughter is infectious. Geralt hears it against his chest as he pulls him into his arms. "I love you, you fool." Jaskier looks up at him. "Ugh, I can't believe you did that."

Geralt lets out a laugh, relieved. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you I practiced that, would you?"

Jaskier laughs again, bright and so, so lovely. Geralt loves him too much. "I fear for whoever had to be the pretend recipient of that so-called declaration of love."

"Hmm," Geralt says, and presses a kiss to Jaskier's cheek. Jaskier turns and catches his lips in a tender kiss, full of laughter and longing and love.

"So?" Geralt says when they part.

Jaskier's dopey grin doesn't waver. "So what?"

Geralt presents him the ring. "Will you?"

Jaskier gapes, taking a proper look at the ring, watching it glint in the firelight. Then, he looks at Geralt with a smirk. "I don't believe I heard a question yet."

"Jask," Geralt groans, but looking at Jaskier's shit-eating grin makes his heart feel lighter. He smiles his softest smile and whispers, "Will you marry me?"

Jaskier's left eyebrow rises, and he puts on a ridiculous considering face. Then, earnest, he says, "Yes."

There's the sound of a bottle popping open behind him, and it makes them turn.

"Shit!" comes Lambert's shout-whisper.

"I told you to be quiet," chides Eskel, and Geralt can hear Vesemir's quiet laugh as well.

"You were supposed to be hunting!" He yells, and, at last, from behind a curtain emerge the Wolves. "You weren't supposed to be here."

Lambert's hands are sticky with the wine he's holding in his hands. "By the way your proposal went, I wouldn't be too worried about clearing the space to consummate your love right here in the hall."

"Lambert," Eskel says, hitting his arm.

Geralt looks at Jaskier. "Sorry." He glares at his brothers. "They were supposed to be gone."

Lambert cackles. "Gods know what would've happened if we'd left you truly alone!" He elbows Eskel in the side. "Bet you pretty boy would've made Jaskier pack his bags somehow."

Taking Geralt's hand, Jaskier clears his throat. "It was a beautiful proposal," he says, and only laughs a little bit. "Very original."

Vesemir joins in. "Son," he rumbles, nodding at Geralt. "Give him the ring."

"Oh." Geralt looks at Jaskier, who puts out his left hand expectantly. He kisses his ring finger before sliding the small silver ring in, the plain but imposing stone shining against his tanned skin. "There."

This time, Geralt's sure that the tears that escape Jaskier's eyes are happy ones. He kisses each one away, bringing the bard into his arms once more.

"I love you," he whispers into his hair. Jaskier says it back against his jaw. They stay in each other's arms for a while, reveling in the warmth of their love, of their embrace.

"Yes, yes, love conquers all, we know,” Lambert says, "but we're not getting any younger, the wine isn't getting any cooler—"

Geralt clicks his tongue, and Jaskier laughs as Lambert keeps listing reasons as to why they should stop making pretty eyes at each other and get their asses to Vesemir's congratulatory dinner. Shaking his head, Geralt stands up. He offers Jaskier his hand. "Are you coming?"

Jaskier's ring scratches Geralt's hand as he takes it. It's a pleasant feeling.

"Always."

[sparring-spirals]

“i shouldn’t be doing this rn but i am” TLOVM liveblog s1e11 time! WOO! 

oh i unironically appreciate when the characters break down Plot onscreen for me, saves me braincells. thank u. ppreciate that, scanlan/keyleth/pike

“I don’t give a shit what they’re doing. I just want my brother back” That said, you’re so valid Vex <3 <3 <3

Delilah and Sylas just making out while presumably Vax and Cass are both just There like :|. At least Vax is mind-charmed rn.

Grog is an interesting character to see in animation, if only because I know what he might have come off as in stream vs here. Grog is a very, very familiar animation character- in dialogue, dynamics, etc. But thinking about what I know from Travis playing his characters  + bits I’ve seen of stream Grog, its interesting to be able to see the differences, even though this Grog seems like a pretty standard animation style character.

really wrestling with your inner demons there huh percy. really got those inner demons becoming outer demons and scaring kiki, huh percy. ( :( )

oh the PAGES of meta that could be written about the “delilah calls over cass for Sylas to feed on her, clearly a regular occurrence”. oh maaan.

character dynamics in battle, character dynamics in battle. keyleth backing percy even after she was scared of him, pike yelling out for grog, vex tackling vax for keyleth, vex and vax fighting

vex pleading to vax, vex mentioning their past, vex, actively fighting against vax, but still trying to use her words as her first weapon, rather than anything else. vex fighting against vax in close quarters, which vax is infinitely more comfortable with, im ye l l in

AND in contrast- the lack of familiarity with percy and cass, percy battling the demon as well as her- its ALL good its fine im good.

Keyleth: uses plants, crystals, wind, and fire all in close succession. me: oh my god shes the AVATAR-

PIKE PIKE PIKE PIKE (pike backs up keyleth :D)

“snap out of it you fuck, its me” “i know”hELLO voice delivery and character depth taking me the fuck out

you know, its kind of cute that percy and cass are both sort of unwillingly/willingly aiding a demon/evil entity of some kind! #sibling bonding

delilah did the “mute someone else” function on zoom and scanlan is not having too good of a time with it

pike is SO cool and SO good and HELL yeah. hell yeah!!!!! scanlan is peak damsel in distress (affectionate)

“i don’t want to”, ah, the color in percy’s eyes.. the flashes of mind control in cass’s..... excellent.

ah FUCK why would you remind me that they were CHILDREN and hAPPY once, thats rude oh god.

Vex yelling for Keyleth to do something (because keyleth is Strong As Hell she just needs to channel it, and Vex has faith in her, and also Vax is literally stabbing her in the back rn-)

HELL yeah Kiki!

HELL YEAH KIKI!!!!!!!!!

[screams for fifteen minutes in triumph and catharsis FUCK this is so good]

vex tearing up! vex punching Vax in panic and fear and without real control, only snapping out of it when the panic in Vax’s voice reaches her! im! oh boy!

“my turn” 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳 oh shit

GROG! FOR ALL THE QUIPS ABOUT HIS LOW WISDOM, BEING THE ONE TO RESIST, and also the “don’t try to seduce me” “wha-t, No, WHat-”

“REAL MEN HUG. OKAY KEYLETH, HIT HIM-”

lkdjfhgsjfhsKJDSGLAFHJKHJH  GO KEYLETH GO HELL YEAH !!! HELL!!! YEAH!!!!! 

man wicked sunburn for Sylas huh. haha get FUCKED. god ill be vibing off of this adrenaline high for ages.

oh that’s a lot of bodies. hmm. hmmmmmm.

oh you know, this whole shebang seems not-ideal- DOORS.

oh

oh fucK.K EY LETH?? KIK DARLING?????????

that lightning arcing all over the tree and city CANNOT be healthy

yeah yeah delilah i get that you’re going thru it and vecna is an orb or w/e but KEYLETH IS DYING IN VEX’S ARMS AND PIKE JUST VANISHED, HAVE SOME RESPECT, DAMMIT

well i was GOING to sleep and i REALLY need to but you know what FUCK you im watching the next one RIGHT now.

overall:

i am AMPED this is GOOD this is VERY good im gonna do this portion fast so i can watch the next episode and maybe sleep a little maybe

CHARACTER! DETAILS! IN! BATTLE! FUCK i loved so many of the character interactions and details in this battle there were so many and they were GOOD

also MECHANICALLY this was a fucking complicated battle! with lots of moving parts! breaking it down into pairs/chunks was so good thematically and also made it way easier to follow mentally

and the GRAPHICS were GOOD and MORE character details there

and KEYLETH oh my god KEYLETH, the CATHARSIS, the RESOLVE, the graphics! the strength and the ferocity! exquisite! fantastic! i am throwing roses at the stage!!!

also vex being the one to plead her to do it,, TWICE.... vex being desperate and NEEDING her to get vax back after her fears about losing vax to her... her sacrificing herself to save vex at the end... the panic in vex’s voice... keyleths little smile...... im losing it, folks. i’m gone. i’m out

by out, i mean next episode, HUZZAH, HELL YEAH

OH sorry, i almost forgot: pike is ALSO a badass, we love pike. :)

[madmadmilk]

Reader wanting to take tom (or Ceo!tom) on a date for once. “Wanna, like-I mean, if you’re not busy. We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”

potential title: one sip

pairing: hmmmmmm, “ceo-ish”!tom x reader :)

-

“hey, tom.”

you drop a stack of papers with his favorite color coded tabs, onto his desk with a satisfying smack. he groans into a laugh as he swivels in his chair to face you and you crack a sympathetic smile, 

“this is the last of it. for the week. i promise.”

“for the week,” he sighs, smoothing rogue curls behind his ear. his eyes flicker upwards towards yours, sharing the smile. “thank god it’s friday, yeah?”

you roll your eyes, shifting your weight on one hip. your arms crossing unconsciously, a habit you’ve been trying to stop, and try to make conversation as he flips through the sheets,

“so, any big plans for the weekend?” 

tom pulls out a sheet, scans the title and then sits back in his chair with a slight scowl. he slouches,

“catch-up on sleep. shows, i dunno. might take tessa out to a dog park–– the usual.” his grin is relaxed, and he rubs the corner of his eye, “what about you?”

“uhhh, errands. dinner with friends, the usual for me too.”

tom’s eyebrows raise as he nods. you guys have had this conversation every week since you started here. he gets it, he’s your boss so–– what conversations do you make with someone who has a grip on your career? you only go deep enough to know the name of his dog, a few of his friends, and he with yours too. never scratched the surface of dating life though––

on more than one occasion, tom has found himself hanging around corners to hear you speak to your coworkers. trying, pathetically, to find out more about you. he doesn’t have enough pieces to make a picture, much less find out what any of it means to you. his eyes flicker towards your left hand more often than he’d like to admit.

doesn’t feel like a question he could just ask.

“well, that sounds fun,” he smiles genuinely. and it does. to spend more than 5 free minutes with you, laughing, joking, in clothes he couldn’t even imagine you in. he only knows you in blazers and slacks, personality only shown through your shoes. 

and he doesn’t even know anything about shoes–– but he could tell. from the shiny black patent leather, and the sometimes gaudy golden buckle–– he could tell there was a lot more to you than uptight shades of white and tan, and beige, and brown, and black.

it just didn’t seem right for him to ask. with him being your boss and all.

you blink, not sure of what to say back. the conversations always end like this–– teasing a “fun” weekend with no details involved. hardly any follow-up. you can’t even tell how old he is–– where he lives or where he comes from. sure those could be lots of talking points but :/// how?

“It will be,” you conclude, “if the weather stays agreeable.”

ugh.

and of course, the topic of the sun and the clouds and the rain always makes it’s way in somehow. you grimace to yourself–– blah blah blah, he’ll check the weather for you on his computer and offer you a profesh smile, talking about percentages and all that. and you’re happy you’re still talking with him, but it’s empty. 

an exact copy of last week.

one of you needs to take a risk–– show the other than it’s cool to joke and that you could skip the formalities.

you step closer to him as he pulls up the “weather” app on his computer. you lean a hand on his desk, pretending to look at his screen when you’re actually looking at his reflection through the unused black screen of another monitor.

“ohh, man,” tom says, off the usual script. he leans forward, rubbing his chin and looking at his screen. his brows are furrowed, but lips curled.

“what’s up?” you ask, tilted your head closer to him.

“looks like it’ll rain the whole way through. sorry tess.”

“aw, that’s too bad.”

“sounds like the perfect day for catching up over coffee, though.”

“it does, actually,” you nod, smiling with rosy lips as you think of a new shop nearby. and then you spare him a glance––

tom holland, your boss, a dreamy 20-something-year-old, charming, kind, punctual, and firm young man, gives you the sweetest, leading look. like he wants you to ask him something.

“you drink coffee on the weekend?” you muse, leaning back to stand in full again. “like, you actually go out and buy coffee?”

he leans forward, smoothing down his trousers and waving a hand, “uh, no, but you know, if i get invited out for coffee i’m not opposed.”

“i see.”

“and it looks like–– my plans have been cancelled so…”

you laugh, rubbing under your eye as you lean back, “poor tessa.”

tom smiles, happy when you move naturally like that. when he can hear your laughter up close, and no muffled through doors or in passing. maybe he will ask you––

rrrrrring! rrrrring! rrrrrrring! the phone on his desk disrupts his thoughts. 

you both jump back, and he scratches the back of his neck as he gestures towards the phone. you nod furiously,

“yeah! sorry, good talk–– uhm, yeah. i’ll be, here.” you stumble, “you know. ahhh.”

tom smiles, a little sullen that you didn’t take the hint. he watches you gather yourself as you make your way out of the room. he picks up the phone–– just a colleague looking to blow off some steam. 

he watches as you walk out of the room, not looking back, only hesitating when you put a hand on the doorframe. you pause. tom is already tuning out whatever the other guy has to say on the phone.

you shut your eyes tight, and step back in, almost huffy. you put a hand to you temple, looking down as you ad lib,

“Wanna, like-I mean, if you’re not busy. We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time? tomorrow?–– or whatever works.”

…

“tomorrow sounds great, actually,” he beams, putting the phone down on his desk.

“wait really?” you fumble, putting a finger to your lips as you blink deeply. “i mean, yeah, sounds good.”

you give him a dainty smile, and his eyes are glossy. you glance back at his phone and excuse yourself, “we’ll talk details later. sorry––”

“no, no, it’s okay,” tom comes out from around his desk now. walking towards you and pulls his phone out of his pocket, “wanna exchange numbers? i don’t know when you leave today so i wouldn’t want to miss you.”

(lies. he knows when you clock out every day)

“sure,” you voice squeaks, taking his phone and sending a text to yourself. your phone rumbles in your back pocket. 

you hand his phone back to him, and his thumb presses atop of yours. you look at him straight, something you never did for more than a few seconds, and noticed freckles you’ve never seen before.

wow.

“I’ll catch you tomorrow then,” tom murmurs effortlessly.

“tomorrow,” you repeat, finally exiting his office. breathless, hot in the face, hair falling out of place, looking at his number saved in your phone….

thank god it’s friday….

🥰

[some-dr-writings]

Ibuki x Reader one-shot: Labels

You were rather excited, it was your partner’s birthday tomorrow, you weren’t exactly sure you’d be able to get to sleep. Huh, you did it again. ‘partner’. You and labels have always had a strange relationship. Your mind just always automatically used gender neutral ones. But you knew the importance of those, using the correct ones could make people happy and some heavily tied their identity to their labels so you had been trying to get into the habit of using gendered pronouns after getting together with Ibuki. You never though too much about this before, just going about your life, but you wanted to be the best partner you could be! You didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, but especially not Ibuki. With that thought in mind you tried getting to sleep.

Then you heard a knocking at your door. “Huh?” Well… this certainly terrified you. You sat frozen in your bed till you heard that familiar voice calling out to you, instantly giving ease to your racing heart. “Hey, Ib-AH!” The moment you opened the door Ibuki had tackled you to the ground, hugging you tightly. “WAH WHOOOO! Let’s get this party started!” “…Okay, but it’s late.” “No, it’s midnight, and You-” She poked your nose emphasizing the word. “-promised you’d spend the whole day with Ibuki as your present.” “It’s midnight already? But I haven’t slept a wink… wait or did I, because I thought I just got into bed, or did I just go to be really late?” Ibuki couldn’t help but laugh, hugging you even tighter. You always had the funniest face when you overthought things, trying to puzzle them out only to make yourself more confused. It was so cute and silly. “No need to overthink, you’re awake now!” “… True, I guess the ‘how’ doesn’t really matter in this situation.” “Yeah! So let’s get ready!” It was only then you had noticed the large bag Ibuki had carried in. It must be haircare supplies and such.

The next several hours were filled with laughter and merriment as the pair of you gave one another the most loud and ridiculous of hair styles without a care in the world. Hair spray was used so much, likely the air in the bathroom had become unhealthy to breath anymore. So many hairclips were strewn about and so much hair dye was used, the whole bathroom was a complete mess. Amongst the chaos you did notice something though. Much of Ibuki’s hair supplies were ‘feminine’ while your bathroom supplies were a mix of both ‘male’ and ‘female’. You always found gendered stuff weird in general. Why was that? Like, guys can want to smell like flowers and girls can want to have supplies that are cheep and not skyrocketed in price simply because it was for ‘women’. Wouldn’t people make more money if they didn’t build these nonexistent barriers since you’d have a much bigger market? Well, things being gendered never stopped you before, you had gotten both ‘men’s’ and ‘women’s’ bodywash, so it wasn’t exclusive to one sex or gender, but… that is a weird concept, right? This wasn’t just a concept that bugged you, right? You weren’t the only person who found many things even colors to be needlessly gendered… right?

Then your thoughts were cutoff hearing a giggle that quickly boomed out into full laughter. “Hey, Y/N, what’re you thinking about?” “Ah! S-sorry, it’s nothing. Just getting lost in thought, going in circles, and overthinking again.” “Hmmmmmm.” Ibuki leaned in and only stopped till the tips of your noses were touching. Was she studying you, to get a read on your expression? “Okay!” Then she leaned back, smiling as always. “But speak out loud next time! I love hearing your logic go on and on and on and on. It’s fun trying to keep up!” “Ah, well, I suppose I’ll try.” You sheepishly chuckled, a blush spread across your cheeks that unfortunately was not of the powdered kind. Maybe you could put on foundation? But that wouldn’t do a thing to the heat you felt building up in your face. Instead you tried splashing your face with cold water, hoping that’d cool you off… But your blush only kept darkening as Ibuki cooed over it and how cute you were. How was Ibuki able to fluster you so easily you wondered.

As you pondered over that Ibuki simply laid beside you on her stomach, her chin resting in her hands as she happily watched you think and embarrass yourself even more. Moments like these when you were in your head were the best, she could just watch you for hours. You spoke with your hands and expressions. Your face always shifted, and you always moved your hands, it looked like you were talking with another person in front of you, you just didn’t move your mouth. You would sort of hum the words though or make little noises like a grunt or squeak. So often you got stuck in your head, that was partially why Ibuki first befriended you, she wanted to know what was going on in that head of yours and wanted to get you to let loose, do stuff and not hold yourself back as you’d on occasion complain to others about. At first, she just wanted to help, but wound up falling for you instead, but who better to help than your partner so it worked out, and you were fun. It became a sort of game for Ibuki to mimic your actions while waiting for you to stop thinking. She’d only interrupt your thought if you got caught in an endless loop, but… she could tell this time you would come to a conclusion… “right… about… NOW!” You smirked with your eyes closed, looking rather proud of yourself. “Heh, there’s just too many reasons to count.” “YES! Ibuki wins again!” “Huh? Win what?” “Our game!” “Our game?” “Now that the game’s over let’s… Oh, I know! Let’s go back to styling hair!” She then kissed your cheek making your blush flair up again. “D-damn it, Ibuki.” You smiled, covering your cheeks with your hands. “I guess that’s another reason, kisses.”

It took some time to clean the bathroom since it was a complete mess, but when with Ibuki, anything could be fun and entertaining. You ended up doing some impromptu karaoke with a hair brush and comb as microphones, and the counter as drums, and other items as makeshift instruments… and in the process you made an even bigger mess, knocking over items without a care, too engrossed in the nonsensical lyrics the pair of you were making up on the spot, trying to build off the last words the other sung. “Okay, we should really clean up now.” “Oooor, we could make another song!” “… One more, then we should nap so we don’t sleep through the day. We still have your birthday to celebrate after all!” “Yeah!” Once more turned to twice then thrice. By the time you actually started cleaning, unbeknownst to either of you, the sun was beginning to raise.

As tired as you felt, your eyes threatening to close you needed to stay awake. “Here, I’ll make some coffee. You want some?” “No thank you!” “So what do you want to do? Go out for breakfast or stay in for now? We could go to your place to get dressed since I don’t think you brought anything with you.” “Hey, Ibuki’s going to look through your closet, okay? You have the best clothes!” “Huh? Sure, try on whatever catches your fancy.” Normally you didn’t like people messing with your clothes, but you knew how seriously Ibuki took fashion and looks in general since it was a very important and fun method for expression, so you trusted nothing would get damaged or something. You were also more than a bit giddy at the prospect of Ibuki liking and wearing one of your outfits. You did have a lot considering you were the Super High School Level Party Planner, you had to be ready for any event, from a funeral to some hamsters’ wedding anniversary to a punk themed Christmas gathering. Truthfully three fourths of your room was a walk-in-closet and the rest was filled to the brim with binders full of contacts such as band managers, locations, caterers, florists, and many, MANY more.

As Ibuki happily wandered around, taking a closer look at whatever took her fancy you noticed something. You had skirts, dresses, shirts, suits, kilts and clothing of all sorts. You had both ‘male’ and ‘female’ clothing, and some people might consider gender neutral like t-shirts, tank tops and jeans. You didn’t seem to lean toward one style or the other. So then why did you choose one gendered clothing over the other? Was it just your mood, or were there times where a suit just felt more suitable than a dress, despite both working just fine?

Huh…

Or…

What were you?

You… you never actually thought about that before. You just went about life not caring or thinking about it. You just liked what you liked and that was it. Yeah you were born one sex, but that never deterred you from getting men’s body spray or women’s deodorant. You just didn’t care. You never thought about placing a label on yourself. Were you a boy or a girl? Boys could wear dresses just fine and the same went for girls and suits so… Maybe you were gender fluid? But… what felt girl and what felt boy? Was there some other label? But there was just the gradient between boy and girl, right? Well, there is ‘they and them’ but was that a separate category or was it in between the two on the gradient? But if you were something else what did THAT feel like? You weren’t particularly attached to… anything that had to do with gender stuff, you just did whatever you wanted so what did that mean. Were you anything at all? You then noticed how… just about everyone was very attached to their gender, but you weren’t. Was it bad that you didn’t care about your identity in that aspect? You could still do your work, you could still help others make the best events they could and you could still do your best, your gender had nothing to do with that, so it was alright? Right? Or SHOULD your gender be tied to all that… But… How? How would or could one do that? Maybe something like Gonta being a gentleman? But you’d seen plenty of very, extremely charming women be gentleman so that couldn’t be. Something like Sonia and being a princess?

“Y/N!” “Huh!?” “You better watch it! You almost burnt your hand!” Ibuki was holding the hot mug as far away from you as was possible. “Sorry. I just got lost and started overthinking again.” “Yeah, Ibuki was watching. You were really getting into it. You even knocked over some binders.” She pointed to said binders that were now sprawled across the floor. “Ah… I see.” “So, what were you thinking about?” “Well…” You noticed Ibuki was wearing a white blazer, the button up vest, half red, half blue with a black button up shirt and a long skirt. Both male and female. “Ibuki, what do you see me as?” “I see you as Y/N.” “No. No, I mean, do you see me as a guy or a girl.” “… I don’t know. You’re just Y/N. And Y/N is… an awesome partier! Sometimes they’re girlish, sometimes they are boyish, but Y/N is just Y/N. Just like how Ibuki is Ibuki. Just neither.” “Hmm, not a boy or a girl… just me…” “My turn! What do you see me as?” “My partner, the best musician I’ve ever worked with, an amazing rock-… I did it again, calling you my partner instead of girlfriend.” “Eh, Ibuki doesn’t mind. Ibuki is Ibuku, and Y/N is Y/N. There’s nothing else to it. If you or I are nonbinary, we’re nonbinary. If we’re not, we’re not and that’s that!” “I’m just me…” You kneeled down, picking up the fallen over binders… “I rather like that sentiment.” “YES! Ibuki got Y/N to blush again!” “Wait, what!?” Only now did you feel a heat raising up on your cheeks.

And so the pair of you searched through your clothes mixing and matching various pieces on a whim, not caring if the colors or designs clashed or not. The pair of you simply reveled in trying to outdo the other in making the best outfit. By the end the sun was high in the sky and you both were tired, Ibuki wound up falling asleep as you were zipping up the dress Ibuki had on. Ibuki kept mumbling something about staying awake even when asleep. “Okay tiger, we need rest.” “nnnooooooooooo.” With a yawn you dragged Ibuki into your bed. “We need sleep.” “neverrrrrrrr” You couldn’t hold in your chuckle as you tucked her… them?... them in. Just as you were going to take a step back and grabbed your phone, suddenly Ibuki clung to you, flipped over, pulling you onto the bed. “I-Ibuki?” They only clung to you tighter. You loved and hated how Ibuki could so easily make you blush. You though you’re getting flustered so easily to be ridiculous. You sighed, wrapping your arms around your partner, pulling them close, you turned on your phone, beginning to text away. Napping was certainly one way to keep Ibuki occupied for the next few hours. Perfect. You just needed to stay awake long enough to make sure everything was ready, even without coffee!

All was peaceful and quiet till suddenly to both of your surprise your phone began to blow up with notifications. “S-sorry, sorry!” You scrambled off your bed and shut yourself in the bathroom. Soon you were muttering swears under your breath. Sonia and Chiaki were doing their best to take control of the mess, Nekomaru and Akane were doing their best to re-get the destroyed supplies, Kazuichi was trying to repair the blown up kitchen with broken tools, Teru was trying to keep cooking via campfire, Mahiru was documenting and sending photos of the whole mess so you could get a better look at the situation, Nagito was being Nagito, Mikan was desperately trying to fix everyone’s injuries, Imposter was impersonating you looking through your many back up plans trying to follow them to a T with Fuyuhiko, Peko, and Hajime assisting them, and Hiyoko was just crying in the corner. This… was certainly a fine mess indeed! You slammed your head into a wall a few times, wishing you could just go and take control yourself, but you wouldn’t dare to leave Ibuki for too long so you instead sent everyone a flurry of texts explaining how to fix this whole mess in time for dinner. Of which they better because you certainly were not going to let ANY party let alone one for your partner fail and blow up!... literally! You would have questioned how this happened, but Nagito was around, and if he truly wanted a nice birthday party for Ibuki, which you knew he did, things would work out better than you could have dreamed. Which was your plan in the first place, but if he knew that was your plan it was entirely possible that luck wouldn’t kick in so you had to lie, but it was fine, not like anyone would find out anyway, and you were the Super High School Level Party Planner, you would use any tools at your disposal, even luck to create the best parties you could!

Exiting out of the bathroom you sighed, stuffing your phone into your pocket. “Sorry about that. Some things went array and the people I had commissioned work from began to panic as well as my clients. Everything’s all sorted now though!” “So you’re not busy?” “Not anymore!” “Perfect! Let’s go for a walk then, I can’t keep still!”

With the sun setting, not another soul around and just seeing Ibuki excitedly running to her heart’s content… You felt at peace… Actually, now would be a fantastic time to propose-WAIT WHAT IN THE WORLD WERE YOU THINKING!? You slapped your cheeks, trying to get yourself to think of anything else, l-like how you were annoyed you were blushing right now!... Perhaps you had worked on one too many events where a proposal had happened. It was much too soon to be thinking such thoughts anyway. “What are you thi-” “ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!” Ibuki simply laughed with a smile, and you realized you had curled up into a ball, burying your red face into your hands. Why oh why were you like this you wondered. “You just caught me off guard. I… I-I was just thinking of a future party to plan and work on, and… I started embarrassing myself.” Yeah… far, FAR in the future.

Then your phone notification went off again. You quickly checked it and smiled. “Seems everything worked out. Now I can just dedicate my everything to you! Let’s keep walking.” Ibuki simply took your hand and dragged you along… HOW WAS THIS MAKING YOU BLUSH MORE THAN THINKING ABOUT PROPOSING TO THIS WONDERFUL PERSON!?

“Hey, there’s a park over there. Why don’t we take a detour through?” “Ooh, Ibuki likes that idea!” It was all simply gorgeous. You had held events here before so you already knew where to go, and knowing Nagito’s luck, you probably got the venue for free which would be unheard of for such an expensive place, but that luck could pull miracles when needed. “Hey, Y/N! Look at that place! Looks like it’d have good acoustics.” Huh, so they already spotted it. “I’ve had bands perform here before, but I’m no music expert. May I ask for your skill to help me find the best spot to place a band there? It doesn’t look like anyone is using the space right now, so we can sneak in.” You and Ibuki smirked to one another before making a mad dash for the building. Then as Ibuki shoved the doors open the building burst to life, colorful lights flipping on, party poppers going off, and everyone clamoring around the door saying “Happy Birthday!” The best part of it all through was seeing the delight in Ibuki, how they leapt onto the set-up stage and played away, everyone partying all night to rock. You noticed how everyone’s outfits perfectly reflected themselves, and how only you and Ibuki were wearing a mix of feminine and masculine. Outfits that just reflected yourself, not exactly either… You were going to marry Ibuki one day, you just wanted to get into a stable place in life so you-

…

And there was that beautiful laughter which melted your heart each and every time. They were right. You could think on that later, for now, to simply live in the moment.

[pauvre-lola]

49!! and also one of mine if you don't mind ☺️ why did gigi spare zevran when they first meet? Thank u!!!

omggg thanks and OF COURSE NO i don’t mind at all i could talk all night long about gigi and zev blease ask me stuff about them whenever you want  about whatever u  want !!! sobs !!!

Something you do in EVERY DA playthrough, no matter what?

picking every plants/rocks/whatever available on the map lmao i. i'm a bit obsessed with picking stuff and exploring maps in every games i play ( which explain why i love BOTW so much ahahahahahHAHAHAH ). If we go on specifics, no matter what kind of character I play, in da:i i always let the inquisitor drinks from the well lmao human or dalish whatever not vibing with letting morrigan do that ( i love her but. IDKKKKK also if my inqui can be possessed by mythal in DA4 i will ScrEAM )( i have a lot of drawings about fanfan and mythal yes ), and in da:o i always ends up killing Ruck even though it breaks my heart and makes me a little bit teary because i always have zevran in my party since im a simp :) :) :)

And for why Gigi spared Zevran, i actually have two 👀 or three 👀 comics about it 👀 and it is...... an important moment..... for... a lot of reasons.................. but it has mainly have to do with timing, and the fact that Zevran is an elf, too, just like her. Had he been human, he won't even have survived the fight : she would have not hesitated and aimed for his heart with her dagger, not his sides ( but oh, she kinda did strike him right in the heart hmmmmmm 💘🤡 ). When they "meet" for the first time, Gigi is in a very very bad place and frankly she has no idea what she's doing and why she's still here, her whole body stings because of that mage’s spell , and she's barely registering what Zevran is saying to her about loghain, the crows or whatever because everything seems so wacky and wild and crazy but mostly so far away, really, an ambush ? a deadly but charming assassin ? That sounds like something out of a stupid book she read when she was little, and so unrealistic, and it shouldn't have happened to a girl like her, because what she was supposed to be was someone's wife, not a fighter and even less one of the two last grey wardens of ferelden - it makes her sick in her stomach, and sad, and angry and she wants to be anywhere but here. But Zevran starts to tell about how he joined the Crows, and how he wasn't given a choice to begin with, and it rings. It's so funny, because he adds that he doesn't want his sad story to influence her but that's practically what it did, that’s precisely why she give shim the benefit of the doubt. Because she knows it, she knows people like him and her doesn't have a choice.

So she lets him a chance because she wished she had one, and she's willing to be merciful for her people, because if the world hasn't been kind to her, she will be.

[dukethomas]

Summary: Duke is a disaster bi ace. Somehow, his disastrous nature doesn’t extend to his love life. Much.

Written for Duke Week 2020 (hosted by @duketectivecomics​) Day Two, and the theme is Gotham Pride! Also, I’m not ace (I consulted some friends and had sensitivity readers check over it, however, shoutout to all of you) so if I messed anything up, please lmk!

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Duke leans into Izzy’s lips, and Izzy presses back. He closes his eyes, expecting to feel something, anything, that spark he keeps reading about or the soft, silky touch that made him want to keep going on forever—but he feels none of that.

Instead, he feels Izzy’s cracked and dry lips—Riko always offers her spare chapstick or lip balm, but Izzy refuses. Duke gladly takes them in his girlfriend’s stead. He’s got a collection going. And he tries to be into it, he tries to focus on the physical sensation, but...

It's boring more than anything else, is all he has to say. He's certain Izzy enjoys it, and he remembers learning about how lip nerves are more sensitive, which is why kissing is enjoyable, but he doesn't get any of that. Just... none.

Huh.

When they pull away, Izzy’s eyes are twinkling and she’s grinning. She glows, a happy afterglow that always seems to come with a little buzz.

“How was that for your first kiss?” she teases gently. “Did it help you figure anything out?”

Duke shrugs. “Yeah,” he responds. “Kissing is weird.”

“Well,” Izzy allows, still grinning but a touch softer now, “it’s not for everyone. We can just hold hands from now on if you’d like.”

And that, that kind of touch, that sends thrills up Duke’s arm and gives him a happy buzz. 

“I’d like that,” he tells her earnestly. He then holds out chapstick, cherry-flavored. “You need this more than I do.”

Izzy swats him. 

-

He and Izzy break up amiably. They work better as friends, anyways—friends who will take every opportunity to flirt with each other, but just friends nonetheless.

But Duke’s a bleeding heart, as Izzy calls him, and he’s swept away again by another person. Jackson Hyde. The latest Aqualad, who he meets when Aquaman’s meeting with Bruce on official hero business. Anytime they talk, Duke falls back to (good!) cheesy puns and otherwise snarky comments, but he can’t fight the grin on his face.

Robina: dude shoot ur shot!!

signal boost: izzy b lease I can’t do this he’s just. he’s???

Robina: d u k e

signal boost: i z z y

signal boost: ask out riko first and then come talk to me

Robina: …

signal boost: aha! so I was right

signal boost: ...jfc we’re both disaster bis

signal boost: deal still stands. I’ll ask aqualad out if you ask riko out

Robina: uhhhh fuck u and also

Robina: i asked if she wanted to go out for coffee with me

Robina: [screenshot.png]

signal boost: well, fuck.

-

signal boost: hey aqualad [deleted]

signal boost: hey jackson [deleted]

signal boost: so about your biceps [deleted]

signal boost: hey!

tide pod: hi!

signal boost: so you know how you’re really charming? and funny and chill? and absolutely badass?

tide pod: ...yeah?

signal boost: uh

signal boost: fuck, confidence is Wack

tide pod: you’re really cool though? 

tide pod: idk man you do the day thing and you’re a bat and it’s really inspiring

tide pod: you should believe in yourself more

signal boost: you have no idea how you just made this so much harder for me

tide pod: how about you just……. do it

signal boost: hmmmmmm

signal boost: hmmmmmmmmmmm

tide pod: duke

signal boost: perhaps i WILL do it

signal boost: so jackson, do you want to go out with me? like as a date? like romantically?

tide pod: oh man i get why you were nervous now,

signal boost: please respond to it even if only to reject me

tide pod: hey what if i said i also thought you were cute and funny and hella charming

tide pod: and that i would love to go out with you?

signal boost: OH THANK FUCK

-

Duke floats on clouds on the day he and Jackson agree to meet up for a coffee date. He cuts his patrol short and rides his motorcycle at full speed towards the Batcave. 

As Duke walks into the Batcave, the chair (Batchair) turns around, with all the slow, dramatic flair of an evil villain. Instead, Bruce sits on the other end, cowl down, apparently working on something.

“Signal,” he says with his low rumble. “You were scheduled to patrol until five in the afternoon. If you wished to alter the schedule you set, you should have.”

Oh. Right. To be fair, Duke only remembers to set his own schedule for the month because he has calendar alarms set up. It’s much, much easier to just go out and come back whenever you want. 

He shrugs. “Can’t I just end patrol because I feel like it?” He glances back, at the zeta tube that would take him to San Francisco. He inches towards it. “I have, uh… homework I need to be getting to.”

“You’re not going towards the stairs. Just the opposite, actually.”

“Okay, okay, fine.” Duke throws his hands in the air. “You caught me. I’m going to meet up with someone. As a date,” he blurts, because Izzy and Riko are ninety percent of his impulse control, and Izzy encouraged him into this situation. Riko is… presumably being her kickass lesbian self with Izzy right now. 

Bruce’s eyes only arch a little bit. “With who?”

How the Wayne kids of ages past could look in this man’s eyes and lie, Duke will never know. (Yes, he does know, he’s done it several times before.) “Jackson Hyde,” he says quickly. “You know. Aqualad?”

Belatedly, he realizes this is kind of like his coming out to Bruce. He’s sure Bruce won’t mind, Dick had flings with Wally in the past, Jason is… complicated but safe to say he isn’t cishet, Cass is currently dating Harper, Tim had things with both Kon and Steph, and honestly he’s not sure about Damian but those examples should all be enough, right?

Bruce only hums in that noncommittal way. “There are worse young heroes to be dating. Remember to lock your bedroom door.”

Duke’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, then his face scrunches up in understanding. “No,” he groans. “Please, the last thing I want to do is think about… that. It’s only our first date! I’m ace!”

“Oh,” Bruce replies, nodding, probably mentally filing it away. “Understandable. I won’t make those remarks again if you’re uncomfortable.”

A smile breaks out on Duke’s face, and the warm fluffy feeling of acceptance grows in his chest. “Thanks. But I gotta go…?”

“By all means,” says Bruce, gesturing towards the zeta tube. “Don’t let me keep you. Have fun, sunshine.”

Duke takes this as permission to dash to the zeta tube, rapidly inputting his destination and letting his molecules disappear into the air as he is teleported. “Thanks, Bruce!”

Time to hopefully not make an utter fool of himself. At least he’s got an… ace up his sleeve. (Ace bi his sleeve? As in “by his sleeve” but bi? It loses the instant recognition of the phrase, but maybe…)

-

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[miraculous-monogatari]

Sentimonster!Adrien?

Freaking out since the new ladybug episode came out and some people came up with the theory that Adrien is a Sentimonster and it makes a little sense. Just trying to gather thoughts to unscramble and may add on later with more info.

Maybe this is too dark for a kids show but remember the PV! ML was originally supposed to be much darker!

They have been referencing the PV a few times throughout the series too.

Remember the one concept art where Adrien has a cane? He is clearly NOT PERFECT THERE but okay.

Sentimonsters are sentient creatures. Some more elaborate than others. Chat Noir called Senti!bug "perfect".

It was strongly hinted that Emilie was the previous Peacock miraculous holder. Also pointed out the damaged miraculous was the reason Nathalie was getting weaker.

Uhhh. Gabriel very obviously disregards his son's feelings and safety. He exerts the bare minimum to show how much he cares. I think he cares about Adrien the same way he cares about the miraculous book from Tibet: one of the last few "things" left to him by Emilie. He is starting to make me uncomfortable BUT if Adrien was a Sentimonster and not really his son, some of the things that are said by him, especially as Hawkmoth, that sounded contradictory might be less contradictory if he doesn't believe Adrien to be his true son.

Maybe he created Adrien together with Emilie with peacock & butterfly combined and that's why he's more desperate to get Emilie back.

We've seen it pointed out that both Gabriel (in Simon Says) and Astruc (Twitter response to Marinette & Adrien's flaws) called Adrien as perfect. And Marinette/LB said she could never be perfect like the Senti!LB was. Note, he also said Adrien's flaw is that he is not accustomed to the "outside" world. With quotes on "outside".

We've seen many times Adrien mentioning never having friends before.

We have also have seen Adrien Agreste & Marinette's name meaning interpreted.

Adrien is the French variation of the name Adrian, commonly "Of the coast" but less commonly "Dark/Dark Richness". Hmmmmmm. Agreste apparently the word for greyling butterfly, but I couldn't find a good source for that that linked the name meaning but here we go.:

We see Marinette Dupain-Cheng's name translated as "The Girl Who Rises to Make the Bread" which. Makes sense because her parents are bakers.

But uh. What about if you think about the biblical meaning of bread? Where bread = life? There aren't many Bible references in ML but hear me out.

Wow! Bread = miracles in the New testament! But what is fecundity??? I've never heard of that word before.....

HOLY SHIT.

The ability to produce many new ideas. Kind of like. What Mari!LB does with the lucky charms.

I don't know. Maybe... Marinette is going to Pinocchio the shit out of Adrien and turn him into a real boy. Or something like today. A miracle. She wanted to leave Senti!bug (and free, she said) but Mayura made that a bit impossible.

You know who hates and fears being caged up and locked up? Hmmmm????? *ADRIEN*

Y'all. Y'ALL. IT'S MIDNIGHT and I'm sorry that I'm not very coherent and maybe tomorrow I can make more cohesive thoughts. I didn't want to lose my train of ideas so I'm trying to get it all out now. Maybe someone younger and smarter than me can figure out how they all connect. Or I'll try tomorrow when I have time to write down everything in some kind of order.

Sorry for the rambling. Goodnight.

[phoebehalliwell]

Yo that anon with the Bianca/Dency 👌🏻👌🏻 but like ohhh Dency coupd totally meet a cute Phoenix in her universe tho!! 👀 Or maybe a dark Witchlighter? Idk I think her falling I love with a more “neutral” witch hybrid would be cute!

And like do you think her little agency would work with neutral magical sources like phoenixes to find people? Because like Dency could be like a Penn but for the opposite side? If that makes sense?? Like Penn is bringing all the “light” witches together but Dency is really the figures head for the “dark/neutral” witches like the witch hybrids and the phoenixes…like Dency is kinda like the unintentional beacon of light for that side…just by being herself? Like maybe she doesn’t actively campaign for more acceptance for hybrid witches but her mere existence alone and the good she does is enough to get the ball rolling?

tbh as far as dency love interests go i'm a little bit torn because i have this mortal rashid idk if i've talked bout him before but like. he and dency have a classic rivals to lovers arc going on in college liek they fucking Hated each other blah blah blah she definintely gaslighted him a lil with her powers nothing malicious jsut like. teleportation like ha there's no way she'll beat me 2 the best spot in the library bc i just saw her walking up the steps while i am already inside and then boom he walks over there and she's there how?? the fuck>? teleporation fuck u. the point is thru their quasi spy vs spy antics i think they start to gain a sense of respect for one another than and he goes political journalism did this question even mention love interests idk That's Not The Point rashid does politics while dency's a bit more of a muckraker kinda more on a corporate side fraud and all that so they no longer are competitors and um. like they can finally appreciate the other as they are no longer and opponent as with most dency characters they have hooked up a couple times i shouldn't say that because as far as characters that have been introduced dency has slept with none of them bc they are all her besties u should never sleep w ur besties only ur homies but i think. i've stated this before? for starters dency doesn't do a lot of long term relationships just because you know that level of vulnerabilty and like if u really like someone then it's just leverage thatcan be used agianst u Or if u die then ur gonna break their heart but i think she does casual relationships with literally anyone but witches i. haven't posted the chaapter fuck i'll post it now because i've been sitting on it for so long and like i'm worried i'm gonna back myself in a corner w a it's not a plotline i don't like maybe just a plotpoint but i've like. written half the next chapter anyway. i'm also sitting on about 10k i think not only. 7k? unpublished w&s because it's like ending the narrative is ending i really need it to be coherent Speaking of incoherent. dency. i'm gonna post the chapter. but dency hangs out a lot at p3 which has changed hands piper owns her restaurants the backstory for this is.

paige has a charge back in the late aughts she's in a coven the point is her bestie has some traumatic incident happen to her and she wants revenge and it's something that (imo) totally justifies revenge like a killing her rapist type thing and like. it depends how we're going with charmed morality but i've established before i think (?) it's canon that if a witch takes an innocent's life she becomes a warlock like it's possible for witches to defect and become warlock if they take a life Specifically an innocent's life and even tho like that guy would be a mortal he def doesn't get innocent status because he's fucking evil she's allowed to murder him but i think she would murder someone else in the process and then causes her to lose her witch powers and gain a couple warlock powers and the rest of her coven shuns her for it which could have easily sent her down a dark path but paige's charge her bestie like stood by her thru all that like. like it's shit cosmic rules tbh. maybe. for legal reasons: i am not endorsing murder. please for the love of god don't make me admit to a grand jury i have a tumblr that'll be so cringe bro do not murder anyone. but paige's charge stands by her and idk maybe paige gets her a job at p3 all that the point is when piper sells the club to open her restaurant she sells it to paige's charge and her gf the warlock. so p3 kind of becomes a neutral power for magic no vanquishes allowed and it's one of the few places dark magic has on the surface just to vibe u just have to be able to tolerate being served by a witch like she owns the place so that kind of filters it. idk if this is more rambly than it normally is. i promise i'll go back in later and add periods. maybe. i am also a liar. but the point is i think p3 is one of the few places dency can really be hersefl because herself is half demon!! and at magic school she really is suppoed to feel ashamed of that like she hates it or something wishes it gone and Yes. it does scare her. being the source's heir all that. she's always worried about giving in to dark magic but like. she's a demon!!! there's no changing that there's no fighting that pushing it under the rug like. she can't change it she does want to spend her life hating herself like. it's who she is. fuck. so i think she doesn't date witches but like the regulars at p3 some warlocks the occasional like darklighter. dency has had romantic trysts with.

beck to rashid her mortal homies who she has hooked up with who they've always had this rapport they have this thing. bc rashid's smart okay that's why he's at dency's level (respectfully she gets her brains from her father i love phoebe but she's intuitive not intelligent cole on the other hand passed the bar exam (i think) so like.) rashid knows something's up. the point is they each give the other three questions. three questions you ask that the other has to answer fully honestly cards on the table no half truths nothing just the answer. rashid used one of those to find out dency's a witch, but she made him work for it. nothing vague like what are you strange things happen around you why like she's like ask your question but you better be specific about it and he's like fuck it. whatever. magic. that's my answer i think magic happens with you and no i'm not flirting i'm dead serious is magic like. are you magical? and the answer was yes. and rashid like while he was asking while he was like confident enough to admit that out loud to ask that to her face Did not see that coming. of course. there's a difference between like yes i can cast a couple spells and yes i'm the antichrist so. : )! but i think that's like a rapport thing between rashid and dency like whenever they ask hard hitting questions like "is that one of your three questions?" but idk if he's gonna. if he's gonna be it for her. there's also jack dency's childhood bestie so there's the childhood friends to lovers thing but like. i just don't see jack being in love with dency in that way like they're best friends. but not lovers. (but maybe they are??? idk)

But. third potential love interest is if i weren't goign for those two i was actually thinking.

two options here a cupid who reocgnizes dency as "the demon with the cupid ring? yeah that's gotta be the source's heir". so there's that i like the idea of. yeah. : )

but also. and i came up w this in an ask which i will not evne attempti to find. i'm sorry i can't spell you guys but it;s not happening 2nite beloeveds. but if u'vemade it this far. i do love u w my whole heart. dency. love interests. old ask about a squad a half-grimlock. appeal of being able to see auras see good people. this was originally in the ask. a love interest for billie?? maybe. idk. but just like. for dency someine who's always known htey have this immense dark side like. hmmmmmm okay i just thot of somehting. for lili. whish is phillipa. which is the prandy thirdborn. she's phsycics. however tf u spell that sykick. that's not the point dency who has. the source on her soul. falling with someone who can literally see the good in her. i'm picturing the half grimlock just ot like like a normal albino human. and they run a halfway house for those born of evil. because he or she or they idk>??? maybe neorponounds idk!!> whoever they r they run a halfway house for these kids born from demons warlocks darklighters bc they can see the good in them and that shouldn't. you get so scared gifted with these powers you don't understand they need a place to turn to. and the grimlock grimmy offers that place. def not their name but like. grimmy lmoa. ao. yeah. i think jsut opening i think integating magic schoolesp in a dency timeline what with penn and the elders and their pomp and circumstance i think it'd be a pain in the ass. but at the very least A magic school for kids wihtout light magic like they deserve it. evil shouldn't just be their default option. like they're just kids man they're jsut kids they deserve a shot at not even good man not everyone has to go on to be exceptional cure cancer and save the world just like. a chance to understand themselves not be scared. not be hated, jsut be/ like. do they not deserve that? so if grimmy's not a li for dency at the very least they are homies and they like pull together a magic school for neutral/dark beings.

[charmergirl2468]

Me at Garreg Mach: Birthday Wishes; Charm Edition

Me: *Walking around smiling*

Cyril: Hm? What’s got you smiling’ like that?

Me: Eh, there’s no harm in saying; today’s my birthday! So I’ve been treating myself to stuff like a nice bath and extra sweets. But I’m trying to keep it on the down low since I know one of the students will try some dumb shit like a surprise party

Cyril: oh, ok…

[An hour later…]

Lysithea: -That’s what Cyril told me anyways

Hilda: Oh that’s so unfair! I wasn’t-

Lorenz: Hilda, you Just admitted yourself guilty of the thought. But I do agree with your sentiment, we should celebrate her birthday somehow

Claude: hmmmmmm…

[Later That evening…]

Me: *Hides under a table, watching Mercedes walk by* Phew, she’s leaving. What possessed her to try put makeup on me?

Mercedes: There you are!

Me: Fucking Christ! *Runs away*

Mercedes: *Follows me with a casual walk*

Sylvain: …I think we choose a terrible distraction

Ingrid: You think!?

[In the greenhouse…]

Me: *Runs in and closes the door, putting a broom in the handles to pseudo-lock it* Ok, that should keep her out

Claude: They really went to 11 on the distraction…

Me: SUGAR HONEY ICED TEA! Claude, you scared the fuck outta me!

Claude: sorry about that, I asked Hilda to figure out a distraction, but it sounds like you instead got a nightmare for your birthday

Me: How did-!? Cyril spilled, didn’t he?

Claude: Got it in one. I… wanted to do something nice like you did on my birthday so… *Gestures to a picnic he set up*

Me: Woah… y-you did this for me?

Claude: of course! You’re… important… to all of us! Even Lorenz wanted to celebrate with you!

Me: *Chuckle* betcha it was because *putting on a Lorenz impression* “A noble must be kind to the common folk while looking down on them!”

Claude: *Laughs* You’re way too cute

Me: C-Cute!?

Claude: Yes, cute…

Me: We… we should eat! Can’t let the food go to waste!

Claude: Right…

Me: *Thinking* Could he… like me back? No no! No way! He’s not only out of my league, he’s also no where close to thinking about romantic feelings. Still, the picnic is really nice

Claude: *Thinking*it’s hard to explain why, but I feel safer around her. As if she couldn’t ever fathom hurting me. I didn’t know I could feel that way…

Me: Thank you for the picnic! It was fantastic!

Claude: No worries birthday girl~ though, you really should thank Leonie, she’s the one who made the food. I still have my own surprise for you

Me: Oh?

Claude: *Whisles*

[Stormfly the Wyvern lands outside the greenhouse]

Claude: Care for a ride?~

Me: U-Um…I-I’m afraid of heights… b-but I might be ok if you go slow?

Claude: *Gets the broom out of the door* Can do

[We both mount Stormfly and start flying in the air]

Me: *Wraps my arms around Claude’s stomach, looking up at the stars in awe*

Claude: *Smiles somewhat sincerely*

[Meanwhile, on the ground…]

Hilda: Can you see them? Are they making out yet?

Sylvain: *Trying to spy on them with a pocket telescope* I can see much, they went further up then I expected

Ingrid: I will never understand why you’re so invested in getting Charm and Claude together…

[toaquiprashippar]

My Rewatch Notes :)

Hiiiiii guys!

I know everyone’s been doing their own rewatch and I’m sure none of the things I’ll write here will be news but I just thought I would share a few things I noticed as I watched everything. I think It’s actually my first COMPLETE rewatch, I freaking loved it. I just finished it and I’m in tears. BUT I did take some notes and commented on them here, so here goes nothing. LOL

SEASON 1

I love how when Jon claims he’s not a Stark, he finds his direwolf which is the ultimate proof yuup he is one.

The fact that Robert threatens Ned with the very things Joffrey does after? Damn, this show is cruel.

Maester Aemon’s words tends to stay with Jon and I bet your ass he will think back to Maester Aemon’s words on how honor is nothing compared to the love of a family. He thought Ned would always choose honor because he always did the right thing, yet he compromised his honor for Jon, which Jon thought he would neeeever…I know he’ll be upset at first but have you ever considered how deeply this will strike him? How he will realize he’s been deeply loved this entire time?

SEASON 2

Was not a bad season, actually it was a very good one but I didn’t take many notes here, sorry. 

But we cannot avoid mentioning the House of the Undying, Dany does not touch the throne and goes to what it looks like the Wall. Do notice that when she’s in the throne room, The Red Keep seems to be destroyed. Not like it was in s7, but maybe how it will be in s8? But she does change her course to go to what her heart’s desire, love, family. She is so happy to see her former husband and her baby, but she leaves them because she knows they’re not real. The dragons call her and she returns to them, it doesn’t mean she’ll never get to the throne room again or that she will never rule, it means that had other priorities at some point, but her children reminded her of reality and she went back for them.  I’m saying this because people love to use this as a foreshadowing for her not becoming a Queen. So if you’re going there, I am as well. 

SEASON 3

Arya telling Gendry he can be her family is a total foreshadowing to me and no one will ever change my mind but you are allowed to rub it in my face if s8 ends and they’re not together, although you’ll be making fun of a sad shipper.

Littlefinger actually describes many of the upcoming deaths as he speaks to Sweetrobin, I nearly fell off my chair the moment I realized that one LOL SO FREAKING CLEVER, It’s one of the reasons why I love this show.

SEASON 4

Tyrion’s speech at his trial is one of the best scenes of the entire show. Of any character! That’s it, thanks for coming to season 4 and my ted talk. 

SEASON 5

Tyrion asks Ser Jorah when will they go back to build cities like Valyria, I thought: “Hmmmmmm, maybe a hope for the future? Nothing is said without a reason at this amazing show.”

I really hope Jaime saying he wants to die in the arms of the woman he loves does not mean that I get to see Jaime dying in Brienne’s arms. Or else there’ll be tears. LOADS. Like hours of it. 

This one is nothing new, I just wanted to point out that Jon refused a beautiful woman like Melisandre because he was still in love with Ygritte, yet…he slept with Daenerys. Y’all know where I’m going with this but I just would not miss the opportunity to point it out! :D

It’s pretty obvious by now, but I loved how Sam assured Olly that Jon always comes back, maybe this was a foreshadowing for only S6E2, but who knows, for s8? A fangirl can dream.

SEASON 6

Theon says he will never be able to make amends for the things that he’s done for the Starks, maybe he will…in s8? I know he’s saved Sansa and that’s a good way to redeem yourself, but he was partially to blame for Robb and Catelyn’s deaths (he betrayed and weakened Robb’s campaign), Rickon’s as well since he only ends up where he did because he escaped Theon in the first place. Maybe this is how he goes? If he does at all, I mean. Maybe he either saves Bran or Sansa? Just thought it was worth mentioning.

Tommen tells Cersei all the things he should have done to the High Sparrow, and some of those stuff like killing the man and destroying the Sept, our Mad Queen actually does, so I thought that was actually a clever and discreet one.

Olenna tells Cersei she’s alone, surrounded by thousands of enemies, left by her brother and all the family she had. She asks Cersei what would she do, kill everyone? Well, I bet she’ll try at some point in s8, and I though this sounded like a proper foreshadowing. I’ll let you guys decide for yourselves.

Is it just me or we get to the see the face the Waif wears as she attack Arya on the bridge when she first meets the Hall of Faces?

Arya deciding who she is, yup, I cried AGAIN. 

One of my biggest problems with Sansa was her behavior towards the Battle of the Bastards, she could have saved maaaaany lives just by saying a few words. Everyone is entitled to their opinion, and mine of her changed after 6.09, not gonna lie. 

Sansa murdering Ramsay was probably one of my favoirte Sansa moments of all show. 

SEASON 7

Arya amazingly starts the season with the beeeeautiful words: “leave one wolf alive and the sheep are never safe.”, right? Well, next episode Olenna clears things up telling Danny is no sheep, she’s a dragon, therefore to be a dragon. If Dany is no sheep, then a diehard fan can assume she’s safe? Or not and just ignore me LOL

Jaime being told Cersei will be the death of him by Olenna kind of breaks my heart because fuck she will :( That’s a sad but accurate foreshadowing to me, honestly. PLUS: ‘TELL CERSEI, I WANT HER TO KNOW IT WAS ME’ will always be one of the best quotes in Game of Thrones!

Jon punching Littlefinger has nothing to do with him being in love with Sansa, he’s protecting the sister he knows been through enough shit, especially when it comes to men. Sorry to burst some shippers bubble. 

Melisandre letting us know Varys and her will be killed this season, WAY TO SPOILER THE SHOW, bitch. LOL

WHY THE FUCK WOULD THE HOUND THROW STONES AT THESE BITCHES? Sandor, bitch, I expected more from you.

Drogon is so close to the NK, and Rhaegal is not far behind, why would he attack Viserion? Maybe because he knows something we don’t and I’m eager to learn. It’s not a foreshadowing, just a questioning.

The way Rhaegal cries in the back as Jon gets pissed and attacks it’s almost as if we’re seeing the physical manifestation of his pain, it’s his pure connection to his Targaryen blood. That scene is amazing and I don’t have words to say how this “little” thing affected me.

The way everyone is shocked beyond words when Viserion dies is amazing, nothing is deadlier than dragons in the world of Ice and Fire, and for them to see a mighty creature as a dragon to be murder by this villain, shows them how helpless they are and how serious the threat is, if a dragon is not invincible, what does that make them? If a dragon can be killed, anyone else can as well. It’s a short moment but one that says a lot to me. Powerful af.

ONE WORD: CLEGANEBOWL.

“Jon is young and unmarried. Daenerys is young and unmarried…together they would be difficult to defeat.” I would love to take that as a foreshadowing, so keep it mind, Cersei and everyone else out for my babes.

BTW, can we talk about Ser Jorah’s ‘fuck me’ face when Dany tells that she and Jon will sail together, AND YOU CAN SEE THE HIDDEN MISCHIEF IN JON’S EYES! LOL I live for that.

Jon telling Theon how he does not have to choose, that he’s both a Greyjoy and a Stark is a delicious foreshadowing to me on how he’ll come in terms with his own parentage reveal in time, he’ll see that he is not only a Stark and a Targaryen but also a Snow, and for him to somehow be in peace with it. I can’t wait, honestly.

I think it makes sense that Arya and Sansa won’t like Dany at first, Daenerys is beautiful and charming, they will think Jon is in love or smt, I mean…can you blame them for being wary of anyone outside their family? But I bet all of your asses that in time, they’ll see Dany for what she truly is, not just worthy, but family as well. That line at the end of 7.06 between Dany and Jon could very well mean this! :)

So, just to point out a thought: Jaime and Cersei’s child will not be born and the dead will probably come South. UGH, season 8 cannot come soon enough!

“He loved her...and she loved him.” But sure, political!j0n 

In a season that defines identities, such as Arya with her ‘Home’ theme, Bran claiming to be the Three Eyed Raven and not Bran anymore, Sansa to be totally comfortable with her place as Lady of Winterfell… Jon leaves Winterfell and goes to Dragonstone (to seek dragonglass but we know what he finds…love, and we find his identity). Not to mention he finishes the season going back to Winterfell, but also with the promise of going back South again to fight for Dany. If that’s not a claim on his identity, IDK WHAT IS.

It's hardly a final project for a degree or masters but I thought it was worth writing down a few things that caught my attention. Whatever I did not write, I was probably either too lazy or too comfortable lying down to take notes.

Anyway, what do you guys think?

[kissmyafropuff]

Shooting Star (1)

Okay guys…. @princessstevens and @killmongersgurl @purple-apricots @vikkidc @marvelheaux @simplystormie @blaqqbuddha  and @killmongersmistress gave me the courage to share, so if it’s trash, y’all can blame them. This is my first fic so please be gentle.  

Here it is y’all, Chapter 1.

Author’s Note: I am very new to this, so be kind to me.

Warnings: Idk what goes here? Swearing? use of the n word is inevitable.

Words: Just under 1K

Enjoy my loves xo 🖤✨

CHAPTER 1

“As God is my witness, if we make it through this, it’s yours.”

Erik is sleep deprived, hungry, and just generally dead on his feet. His six year old daughter, Aurora, is not.

“Baba I want two scoops today! Not just the one I sometimes get, but the whole two this time. And sprinkles!”

“Babygirl, if you will please just be patient enough to let me finish up all these errands, I solemnly swear to you that we’ll have a single scoop ice cream Daddy-Daughter date this afternoon--AFTER someone’s nap.”

“Just one scoop?’

“Just the one.”

“Okay.” she pouted. “Hey Baba?”

“Yeah, Babygirl?”

“What’s somnenly?”

“Solemnly means I really, truly mean it.”

“YAY, ice cream!” “But first, banking.”

Erik pulled the black 2020 Mercedes GLE into the parking lot and did a private, little happy dance that he was lucky enough to find a spot right next to the door. Erik didn’t compromise on safety, style, or a bomb ass parking space. After grabbing all the bank information, he hopped out and grabbed Aurora from her new fancy booster seat. That thing may be the very devil incarnate, but it keeps her safe, and that’s what really matters --regardless that it takes him a full three minutes to figure out how the unlock the damned thing.

Once they are both all untangled and the SUV is locked, the duo set off for the bank. Caliber Financial Holdings isn’t his first choice of banks, but it’s the only one that Erik has confidence in. Yeah, the bank is a little outrageous with their fees and bougie airs, but he’s never had his identity stolen, money go missing, or had to wait more than 24hrs for a new bank card whenever he inevitably lose his. Raising a little one solo is complicated enough, keeping up with bank craziness is not something to get excited about.

Once inside the air conditioned lobby and out of the sweltering heat of an August day, they notice the incredibly long line of people.

“This is my punishment for waiting until 1 o’clock on the Friday before Labor Day to handle all of this,” Erik mumbled to himself.

“Baba, will Ms. Z with the poofy hair give me a sucker again today?”

“Babygirl, if we’re getting ice cream later, do you really think you need a sucker too?”

“I somnenly do,” she says and smiles disarmingly. Having a brilliant child is all well and good until she uses your own words against you.

Thankfully, the line is moving pretty quickly. The bankers and tellers at this branch have always been swift, efficient, and blessedly kind to Erik’s daughter-- that’s why he would drive the extra 20 minutes out of the way to come to this one. As Erik and Aurora approach the counter, Aurora has already turned her charm on to Zora, her favorite teller.

“How’s about this Babygirl: if Ms. Zora gives you one today, we’ll keep it safe for a treat later this week.”

“Hmmmmmm,” she thinks aloud, her face a study in concentration. “Okay Baba, but I want extra sprinkles on today’s scoop.”

“Deal,” Erik agrees. He scoops her up so they can do their secret handshake, as he chuckles at her serious tone. You’d think she’d just negotiated world peace with how stoic she was.

“I’m guessing by the look on your face, Starshine, that Daddy here doesn’t want you to have one of these,” Zora asks conspiratorially while sliding Aurora a giant red lollipop.

“No ma’am. He said we’re getting ice cream so I don’t somnenly need a sucker too. But he promised that if you gave me one, I could save it for later this week and have it as a treat!”

“Ooh, solemnly? Is that our word for the week,” Zora asks her.

“Yep! Baba says it means really truly.” “Well I solemnly love it,” she smiles at her. “So, what can I do for you today, Erik?”

“Just deposits today.”

“You know, you could always just deposit mobily or at the ATM. You don’t have to trudge all the way across town to do this.”

“Yeah, but then we’d never see our favorite teller,” Erik replies with a wink.

“Baba! We should ask Ms. Z to get ice cream with us. Even if it is only a one scoop day…”

“I’d love to Starshine,” Zora begins, “but I’ve still got quite a few people left to help today before I can le---”

A spray of bullets hit the glass ceiling above their heads causing a shower of broken glass to fall, and screams to rip through the air all around the bank.

“Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. My good friends and I are here to make a withdrawal. As long as none of you try anything unseemly, this shall remain a simple transaction without any permanent damage. Annoy us, and you’ll find yourselves in the same way as that delightful ceiling.”

Still covering Aurora, Erik looks around the bank. There are three masked gunmen, each carrying what looks to be .38 caliber guns. Who in the hell robs a bank with a .38? What is this, 1987?

Aurora is eerily still and silent. He looks down at her and sees the fear in her eyes. She hugs her father’s neck as tears race down her face, but the robbers have left quite the impression on her; she hasn’t made so much as a whimper since the bullets started flying.

The gunman continues, “Now, if you’ll all be so kind as to calmly line up on the side of that far wall there, we’d truly appreciate it. That’s it, scurry along quickly, thank you very much.”

Chapter 2

[daydream-hobii]

hi i've been gone for a HOT minute —skates 💜

IM READING UR DISNEY PRINCESS STORY IDEA AND HHH IMAGINING YOONGI'S AS BEAUTY N THE BEAST. ALSO I CAN TOTALLY SEE JOON'S BEING EITHER MULAN OR EVEN THE LITTLE MERMAID. I CAN ALSO def PICTURE JIMIN's BEING TANGLED, AND JIN's BEING CINDERELLA (mainly because in cinderella remember how EVERYONE wanted prince charming? WELL WHO DOESNT WANT FINE N hanDSOME KIM SEOKJIN). I CAN ALSO SEE JUNGKOOK's BEING THE LITTLE MERMAID OR ALADDIN. I LOVE UR MIND —skates 💜

SKATES!!! HELLO DARLING~ It has been a minute huh? Ahhhh, I love the Disney Princess ideas, but I’m talking more about the real life modern kind of stories with Princesses~ I’d love to do a Princess series, but I think a lot of people have already done that! Maybe I’ll try to make Mulan modernized like a Military AU kind of thing?? Hmmmmmm~ But seriously, the thought of BTS as Princes, sign me the fuck UP!

[arcanelaurels]

I just read your "kravitz and taako meet at a (college?) party and taako's super drunk" fic and loved it. Did you ever/could you ever write a follow up to that scene?

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Part 1

“Hmmmm…”

Taako absentmindedly ran his hand through his hair that hung below him as he dangled upside down halfway off of his bed.

“Hmmmmmm…”

He shook out his hair and sat up, imagining that he probably looked quite glamorous as his hair fell forward to frame his face. He ruffled it a couple times for good measure (despite the fact that no one could see him), then tapped his phone against his chin a couple times. He unlocked it to look at his contacts page. For a few moments, his thumb hovered over the screen in hesitation.

“Ughhh!” He groaned and fell back so he was hanging upside down again. 

It had been three days since he’d gotten sloppily drunk at a party and thrown himself at that (extremely sexy) classmate of his. Three days since Magnus had thoroughly embarrassed him even more than he’d embarrassed himself. Three days since Kravitz had given him his number.

I hope you’ll text me sometime. When you’re sober, that is.

Taako was most definitely sober now. And tomorrow he had his class with Kravitz. It would be a bit awkward to see him in person again without texting him. 

But he just couldn’t fucking do it.

What was he supposed to say? Hey, it’s me. Cha’boy. You know, the guy who basically assaulted you while drunk? Sooo…you wanna go out sometime?

As if.

He groaned again - loudly - and sat back up. He’d spent the past three hours trying to figure out how to text Kravitz. Three hours. That’s more time than he spent on anything other than cooking, primping, or studying (though he wouldn’t admit that last one to anyone but his sister). Three hours of fruitless brainstorming. He absentmindedly ruffled his hair and flipped it a couple times as he glanced around his room, searching for ideas.

His eyes landed on where Kravitz’s jacket was hanging off the back of his chair. Taako grinned as an idea formed in his head.

Kravitz was beginning to regret giving Taako his number.

Three days and zero texts. Either Taako wasn’t as into him as it seemed, or he was too embarrassed about his behavior that night to contact him. But he didn’t really seem like the kind of guy to let embarrassment get in his way. 

He nervously fidgeted with his pencil, rapidly tapping it against his textbook. He’d been trying to study the entire weekend but was too distracted. Why did he give Taako his number? Why didn’t he ask for Taako’s number instead?

No, that wouldn’t have worked. He never would’ve gotten up the nerve to text him. But at least then he would’ve known that the lack of communication was his own fault. This was just agony. 

His thoughts were interrupted by his phone vibrating with a notification. He grabbed it - a bit too eagerly - and saw that he’d gotten a text from an unknown number. Oh gods. Kravitz took a breath before opening the text.

He spluttered a bit when he saw what Taako had sent him. It was a photo - nothing racy, but quite the glamour shot - of Taako wearing the jacket that Kravitz had loaned him. He was biting his lip and had one hand running through his hair in a suggestive pose. Underneath the picture, two more messages appeared.

Unknown Number: i think ill be keeping this bad boy for myselfUnknown Number: looks pretty good on me dontcha think?

Kravitz needed a few moments to process. How the hell was he supposed to respond to that? As he tried to gather his thoughts, he took the time to add Taako’s number to his contacts. After a few more moments, he came up with what he hoped was a sufficient reply. Gods, he hated flirting over text.

     Me: I think you’d look better out of it

It only took a couple moments for Taako to reply, but it was quite possibly the longest few moments of Kravitz’s existence.

Taako: ooo spicy boyTaako: at least buy me dinner first     Me: Is that all it takes?

Kravitz grimaced with immediate regret as he waited for a response.

Taako: listenTaako: you already saw me at that partyTaako: i think any semblance of integrity is already out the window my dude

Kravitz chuckled - nervously - and tapped his fingers on the table as he tried to gather up the courage to send another message.

Taako sat in his bed as he waited for Kravitz’s next text. He pulled his knees up to his chest, hugging the jacket tighter around himself . It was just because it was a really comfy jacket. And he wanted to make sure it smelled like him when he gave it back to Kravitz. It definitely had nothing to do with the crush he had on that guy.

Krav Boy: So do you want to go to dinner, then?

Taako chewed on his lip. He supposed it was his fault for making that dinner joke, but he didn’t know how to tell Kravitz that he didn’t really like any of the restaurants nearby. 

           Me:  ehhh dinners too basicKrav Boy: Do you have better ideas for a second date?           Me: SECOND date????Krav Boy: Yeah, the party was our first date           Me: you got a pretty fuckin wild idea of what constitutes a date my dudeKrav Boy: How so?Krav Boy: We danced, we had a nice conversation, and I dropped you off at your place           Me: i think you mean           Me: i threw myself at you           Me: i overshared about my dumb problems           Me: my “”””friend”””” exposed me           Me: and then you nagged me to drink waterKrav Boy: Forgive me. I won’t refer to it as a date, then

Taako sighed. Who the fuck texted so formally? He was going to have to work with him on that if they ever got past a second date.

Well, depending on what classified as a date.

           Me: you hear about that new place that opened up on campus?Krav Boy: You’ll have to be a bit more specific than thatKrav Boy: I don’t really keep up with campus activities

Taako rolled his eyes. Hopeless.

           Me: its one of those wine and pottery placesKrav Boy: Oh, I’ve never been to one of those. What’s it called?           Me: the chug n squeeze

There were a few moments of silence where there wasn’t even any indication that Kravitz was typing out a response. Taako was starting to wonder what was going on when his phone rang. 

“Hullo?” He asked, sitting up straight.

“The Chug N Squeeze?!” Kravitz’s voice came out in an undignified wheeze of laughter.

Taako couldn’t help but chuckle at the sound of his laugh. “Yeah, my dude.”

“I thought you were pulling my leg but I looked it up and it’s real.”

“Duh, I wouldn’t lie to you.” Taako twirled his hair around one finger. “Why’d you call me?”

“I, uh, I’m not a big fan of texting,” Kravitz said. “And I’m not too good at it.”

Yeah, no kidding. “Ah.”

“So would you like to go to the Chug N Squeeze with me this Friday?”

Ugh. Friday was so far away. But dates on weekdays were never fun. And besides, he’d get to see Kravitz in class before then. “Hell yeah, homie.”

There was a pause where Taako could practically feel Kravitz grin. “It’s a date.”

“Sounds good. Oh,” Taako hesitated, taking a millisecond to have an inner debate about what he wanted to say next. “Make sure to save me a seat tomorrow, kay? You always get to class way before me.”

“O-Oh. Yeah- Yes!” Kravitz stuttered. “I will.”

Couldn’t text or talk, it seemed. Taako smiled to himself. “Alright, see ya then.”

“See you.”

Taako hung up just as Lup burst into his room.

“Hey if I took a skeleton an- What the fuck are you wearing?!” She stopped dead in her tracks with an outright offended look on her face.

Taako felt his face grow hot as he grasped for a response. Kravitz’s jacket was very nice, but it was nowhere near Taako’s style.

“Uhhhh stole it from a guy,” He responded, trying his best to sound nonchalant about it.

She crossed her arms, very clearly not believing it. “And what possessed you to steal that jacket?”

Taako smacked his lips and opened his mouth to answer. “Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii…” He trailed off, blinking repeatedly as he failed his Deception roll. “Don’t know.”

Her ears perked up as if she’d just realized something. “Did someone give it to you?” She asked, a devious grin on her face.

“No.”

“Liar!” She took a running leap for his bed, landing forcefully enough to make Taako grab the mattress in an attempt to avoid being flung off his own bed. She pulled her legs under herself to sit cross-legged and clasped her hands together, resting her chin on them to give Taako her undivided attention. “Tell me his name!”

Taako wished with every inch of his soul that he could stop his cheeks from burning. “No. fuck you.”

“Taakooooooooo,” Her ears drooped and she pouted. “Pleeeeeeeaaaaasssse!”

“Get out of my room.”

“I’m not leaving till you tell meeeeeeee.”

Taako scowled at his sister, who stared right back with an indignant look. With each passing second, he could feel his willpower being worn down. Fuck.

“Fine! Gods, you win!” He threw his hands in the air and refused to meet Lup’s triumphant gaze. “Asshole. His name’s Kravitz.”

Lup frowned in thought and Taako grimaced as he waited for her to figure out where she’d heard that name before.

Her eyes suddenly widened in realization. “Is that the guy you said you would give-”

“SHUT UP!”

She leaned forward and excitedly drummed on Taako’s knees. “You got a date with that guy?! How? I thought he was, like, way out of your league!”

“Okay, first of all, rude,” Taako’s embarrassment was pushed to the side as he sat up to argue with his sister. “Second of all, I won him over with my charms.”

“So you made out with him while drunk?”

“No!” He said indignantly, crossing his arms.

Lup laughed. “Then what’d you do?”

“I…” Taako trailed off, knowing full well that he did not want to recount the events of that night to his sister. “I mean I did. Sorta. He wouldn’t let me.”

“Ooo, a gentleman?” She sat up straight and put on a posh accent. “This fellow sounds like quite the catch. How does he plan to court you, my dear brother?”

“Gods, you’re so fucking annoying.”

“I love you too!”