#I was an ass and didn't remember the lore if I asked for it

[sketchspook]

The folds in the clothes have me choked. Such tiny antlers and they look like mittens! "and they all had mittens on" I love his smile :] heu.... I thoroughly enjoy this medic's head anatomy and the shading is such good nostalgia I can't remember where I learned the familiarity from. Some good ole boys out for a romp.

shhhh... have a little wip snippet of a page of med/pyro doodles

[oikarma]

don't look back in anger

pairing: max verstappen x reader

summary: she knows it's too late as she's walking on by. or: all the times you have talked to max verstappen since that night.

a/n: more angsty than the first part? a lot more written stuff 🤕 sorry if you don't like that kinda thing.

part one / part two / part three

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kellypiquet: To us, and to many more years together 🤍

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user1: oh my god it's happening!!!

user2: about time he put a ring on her finger...they've already had a kid together

user3: eh eh, eh eh, i just want it to be you

user4: can we normalize not bringing up people's exes in the comment sections of their new partners? user5: @/user4 max and yn weren't even exes get your facts right user3: @/user4 what 😭 it's a cute song and they're getting married user6: my chronically online ass cannot comprehend how people like yn's songs but don't know about the lore behind them

yourinstagram: congrats, kelly! * liked by kellypiquet

user7: maybe max is the problem guys. user8: @/user7 like if his situationship and his fiance can get along so well.. user9: i would crash out if my ex best friend slash maybe soulmate commented on my fiance's post and said congrats to HER and not me user10: women supporting women 💪

user11: the ring is so pretttyyy

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ONE.

The sun has started to dip, gold strokes across the pearly white decor. Around you are guests and heightened murmurs. Of course they're excited: it's Max Verstappen's wedding. A world champion among the greats.

You're still standing there, left by a few guests who wanted to offer their thoughts on your music. Their words were kind and well-meaning, but all they did was remind you of how queer it was. That you were at Max and Kelly's wedding. Sweat beads pile on your forehead, threatening to ruin your makeup; the dress feels heavy, too heavy. It might suffocate you. You straighten your back and take a deep breath. Breathe in, breathe out.

"You came."

Max's voice is low and hesitant, but it easily breaks through your train of thought. His words are just placed out there, like he's not sure if he has a right to say them at all. They sit there in front of you, an ache, a question.

There's a knot in your stomach. This was a bad idea.

"Kelly invited me." Your voice is steady, yet it sounds distant. Like someone else is speaking your lines for you, making things alright. You don't want to be here anymore. Not like this. "What did you expect? That I wouldn't show up?"

Max's hand trembles. He wants to step closer, you think. But he can't. Not like this. Not now.

"I didn't know if...you'd want to see me," he stammers.

You stiffen at his words, remembering the clear boundaries between the two of you. The paparazzi aren't here: it's a private event, at his insistence. But there are others, others who are watching and listening Max Verstappen talk to the girl who wrote an album of songs about the love she could not return him.

A sharp breath escapes your lips. You don't want to deal with this. Not now, when you're both standing on the brink of something final.

"Max, this is Kelly's wedding." Your voice hardens. "Your wedding. She’s about to marry you. So whatever you think this is—whatever it was—it doesn’t matter anymore."

Max looks at you, his jaw tightening. An old habit, you remember, as he chews back the words he can't say aloud. A part of you wants to reach out to touch his face.

It's up to you, as it always has been. He wants to say something, to reach for the words that will make you understand, but he knows it’s too late for that. The realization dawns on his eyes. The past is too tangled, too complicated. And Kelly is waiting for him to be by her side.

"I never meant for things to end like this." His voice cracks slightly, and it’s clear that the weight of your history is crushing him. He takes another step forward, almost against his will. "I asked for too much. I'm sorry I hurt you."

The silence between you two feels thick, stretching longer than it should. Max’s eyes soften at your words, but you can see the hesitation in him, the part of him that wishes he could do more, be more for you. Enough.

And it hurts in a way that you don’t want to admit. Not here, not now.

You should walk away. This conversation isn’t for this moment. But you can’t move. Your feet are cemented to the ground, and Max is standing too close.

"I just... I miss you," he whispers, his voice breaking under the weight of the noose he's never fully escaped.

A shiver runs down your spine at how raw his voice is. Your chest tightens.

There it is. That thing you’d been trying to ignore. You miss him too. In ways that make no sense when you look at him, standing there, about to tie his life to someone else.

You wish things were different. You wish that you could let yourself feel what he’s offering. You’ve wondered, countless times, if you made the wrong choice. If you had let yourself fall, would it have been easier? Or would it have just destroyed you both in the end?

Max shifts his weight, his gaze never leaving yours, and you can see the uncertainty in his eyes, the hope flickering there like it might ignite. It almost makes you want to step forward.

Almost.

But you know better. You can't.

"I..." You swallow, your voice rough. The words scatch in your throat. "I can’t do this, Max. Not now."

His face falls.

You hate that you’re creating this distance, but you have to. It’s the only way to stop both of you from falling back into this mess you've never cleaned up. Writing your songs was supposed to help and it only worsened your what-ifs.

You force yourself to breathe again. "You're about to marry Kelly. You can’t look back at me now, Max."

A long silence hangs between you two. Max opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. You know the truth. Sure, you've asked yourself if your intuition was right. But you know. You’ve always known.

You can barely hear him when he lands the last blow. "I never stopped loving you."

It's too real. He's struggling and you can hear it in his voice. This was a bad idea. This is his wedding. You can feel your walls crumbling at his words, the things you’ve buried beneath the surface shaking loose, but you push it all back down. You have to.

"Don't," your voice cracks. You can't hear anything but your own words and your heartbeat. "Please don't."

The two of you stand there. Life keeps moving forward, people laughing, and you think the piano is going to start soon. It's going to mark Kelly's entrance. And Kelly's entrance it is, into Max's life. For good.

For good.

You have to walk away.

And you take that first step back, away from your first friend. The first thing in your life that fit like it was made for you; never to be broken apart.

It still doesn’t stop the ache in your chest, but it's the right thing.

Max breathes in behind you, such a staggered sound it could be a plea for help.

You move toward your seat, hoping he will not look upon this moment too badly. That one day, in the future, his anger will have left him and he will realize this was your last act of love: to help him, even when it means breaking his heart a little bit more.

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f1gossipofficial: Lewis Hamilton was spotted this weekend in Monaco hanging out with Y/N L/N. They collaborated on Y/N's debut album, even sharing a kiss in the music video for "toxic to the end." Is a romance brewing? And how does Max Verstappen feel about all this?

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user1: oh...max..

user2: oml he's literally MARRIED he's OVER. HER. it was four years ago. why does no one understand?

user3: this feels so intrusive but whatever. why are you taking pictures of them grocery shopping together 😭 let them live their life

user4: i love how lando is casually liking this.

user5: @/lando WHAT DO YOU KNOW lando: 🤐

user6: i literally said this as soon as the mv dropped. Y/N girl you have the sexist man alive as your friend MAKE A MOVE

user7: they have such good chemistry though!! did you see the rimowa interview??? same vibe, they're so adorable user8: so much better than her and max...am i right?

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r/PopCultureChat · 1 day ago hemsworthss

Max Verstappen and Kelly Piquet calling it quits.

You might call me insane. You might say nothing official is out, but I think this might be true. As of October 2025:

Kelly unpinned both the pregnancy and the marriage announcement on her account. This is odd: she's had both up there since she made the posts. It probably isn't a matter of her clearing her feed or anything, because her Vogue shoot is still pinned. I looked for the post on her account and it was GONE. I looked for the pregnancy post on Max's account and she was no longer listed as a collaborator. Max was never a collaborator on the marriage announcement.

She's been posting a lot with P and the young 'un, but Max isn't in any of them. In his Team Redline streams, Max is always alone. Neither of his kids has appeared. Judging from the locations on her posts, she and her kids are on vacation in Europe.

Kelly wasn't at the last two Grand Prixes. She posted a story of her watching one on the couch but that was it. Neither of her kids were there, either.

Max has been posting more recently and he's been spending time with friends over family. Lando has him in a few dumps: playing paddle, Max even holding a guitar. Who plays guitar? Y/N L/N but that's not the point. Max is learning new hobbies and spending alone time.

I think I'm right. And if DeuxMoi has anything to say about a famous athlete/model couple filing for divorce, I'm placing my bets on Max and Kelly. Thoughts?

dannyric03: I don't want to believe it. He's so happy with the kids. Fatherhood suits him well.

↳ AppleBiter12: But fatherhood and marriage are different things. I thought maybe they got married because they thought the child would bring them closer. And it didn't.

hamiltons8th: I don't know. It seems debatable. Maybe they're just taking a break. It has been a stressful season so far.

↳ FantasyFox719: Right. But Max loves his kids, of course he'd want to spend time with him. I can't think of why he wouldn't spend his time between races (as he normally does) with his family instead of colleagues. ↳ hamiltons8th: @/FantasyFox719 Well him and Lando are best mates, something like that. I do think it's odd he's not with his kids. Maybe Kelly suggested it.

PeacockJazz450: Unrelated but did you see the news about Y/N and Lewis?

↳ hemsworthss: I did, actually. I think they're a very cute couple (if they're dating) that complement each other's personalies and goals very well. Lewis is very career-focused and so is Y/N. Love both of them lots. Even if they're friends I'm sure it's a great relationship. ↳ PeacockJazz450: @/hemsworthss Lol. I agree. Maybe Max crashed out after seeing that and decided he needed a break too 😂 There was this one tweet going around that was like "Imagine winning in Abu Dhabi 21 but losing the love of your life to the man you beat." ↳ hemsworthss: @/PeacockJazz450 Oh that's diabolical. Celebrity drama is bad enough but so many of the drivers are bops and their dating life is mildly concerning. Very interesting though. ↳ PeacockJazz450: @/hemsworthss At least Y/N hasn't dated anyone that we know of. I hope it folds out well.

ApplestoApples: if it's true that's such a shame. they've only been married for a year or so.

↳ 5_vettel: Agreed. But celebrity relationships never seem very stable.

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[ caption: family first 🧑‍🧒‍🧒 ]

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user1: the one parent?? the two kids?? KELLY DID YOU SPLIT

user2: uh oh...

user3: max what did you do this time

user4: hope you're okay queen!

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yourinstagram: left the door open and this DIVA walked through 📢 "APT." is out now & you can watch it live at my burnout mini tour!!

🔗 tickets on sale at ynln.com/live

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user1: new album? y/n??

user2: BRUNO DELIVERED OH MY GOD

user3: first lewis now bruno how is she getting all these icons for collabs 😭 actually insane her team must be working overtime

brunomars: don't forget to drink dance shower and freak

user4: not him saying shower instead of smoke lolol bruno being a responsible man as always

user5: i hear the dating rumors

user6: max verstappen. did you see the kiss? i bet you saw the kiss

user7: watch him block you on insta user8: two more boys y/n has kissed now and none of them are called max verstappen!

user9: could not be more proud of you queen 🤍 from starting an acting career, to dropping an insane album, and to collaborating with huge artists. i'm sure you'll keep doing great things and no one can stop you. * liked by yourinstagram

user10: what does this mean for her and lewis ☹️

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TWO.

The crowd is still screaming as you scramble down the stairs, face flushed and out of breath. Sweat clings to your skin and your chest rises and falls, the adrenaline still coursing through you. Everything feels infinite, all the love shown out there drowning out your doubts and your past.

"Hell of a show you put out there, rockstar."

Lewis Hamilton leans against the table with your glass of water on it. His arms are crossed, an easy grin on his lips. He's dressed like he belongs here—which, admittedly, he now does.

He already knew about the concert: you couldn't wait to tell him when Bruno. Mars. Called. You. It wasn't exactly good timing, him just finishing the Mexico City Grand Prix the day before, but he came anyway. And dressed impeccably, at that.

You let out a breathy laugh, grabbing the glass. "You're just saying that because you got backstage treatment."

Lewis chuckles. "You know I mean it. You were unreal. When's the album coming out?"

"Hold on, hold on. Don't rush me. Give me a podium celebration first, will you?"

He tilts his head and you can't quite breathe. He says you were unreal but he's unreal. It still shakes you, sometime, how such a wonderful and caring and completely perfect man picked you to be his...friend.

You keep it at that word for now, but appreciate how good he looks with shades pushed back into his braids.

"Depends. You up for a champagne shower?"

Nothing flusters you like Lewis's quick wit.

You take a moment to gather your thoughts. "Not in this dress, I’m not."

Lewis chuckles, his gaze lingering on you for half a second longer than necessary. "Shame. Would’ve been a pretty memorable moment. We'll have to reschedule."

You're aware of how close he is. How the conversation feels lighter than it should. How his presence is grounding in a way you don’t often get anymore. Your thoughts are wandering again, eyes tracing the curve of his mouth and—

The air shifts.

It’s subtle, like a drop in temperature. Like something's pressing against your ribs. You feel the presence and you know exactly what it is.

(Or maybe it's the fact that your team has gone completely silent. No more hurried congratulations and squeals in the background.)

Max.

He’s standing just a few steps away, lacking his usual Red Bull gear. His hair is all messed up, as if he got off a plane and came straight here. His jaw is set, his hands shoved into his pockets, his eyes flicking between you and Lewis. There’s something there—something simmering behind that calculated look of his.

Your grip tightens on the water bottle.

"Didn’t expect to see you here, Max." Your voice is even, but it takes effort.

He exhales sharply, shifting his weight. "You think I'd miss this?"

The words are simple, but the matter is not.

Lewis, ever observant, stays exactly where he is—relaxed but present. "Didn’t know you were a fan of good music, mate." His voice is smooth. Yet deliberate. You can't do this right now. Why does he have to show up whenever things in your life are getting good?

Max’s gaze flickers to Lewis, and for a second, something almost like amusement tugs at the corner of his mouth before disappearing just as quickly. "I've been listening for years."

It lands heavier than it should. Your pulse jumps and both of them are probably aware of it. Max isn't talking about the music.

Max’s eyes stay on you, searching. "You didn't think I'd come, did you?"

You exhale carefully. "I didn't...invite you."

Max’s jaw tightens. "Well. Here I am."

It's too much. The weight of his words, the way Lewis is next to you—grounding, solid, present—and Max is just there looking like he's trying to figure out how everything slipped through his fingers.

The air between the three of you stretches, taut and fragile. Max’s words still hang there—Well. Here I am.

You shift under Max’s stare, your grip tightening on the water bottle still in your hand. Your throat feels dry.

"What do you want me to say, Max? That I expected you to come? That I thought about it?"

Max exhales sharply. It pierces you like a knife. "I don’t know. Maybe." His voice is lower now, almost bitter. "You never wanted to talk about it."

His voice is rough when he speaks again. "Tell me you don’t think about it."

You are acutely aware of Lewis's presence, but Max is slowly taking over your thoughts.

You inhale sharply. It's all you can do. "Max—"

"Tell me you don’t wonder."

Your throat tightens.

You do. You have.

Some nights when the lights are off and the city finally shuts itself up, you let yourself think about it. About him and the moment he kissed you. The way his voice cracked when he said your name.

But you also remember the fear. The way you couldn't have let yourself fold—not then.

And now?

Now, Lewis is here. Steady and patient in ways Max never was. Lewis, who has never asked you for anything more than what you could give, who doesn’t need you to be anything other than what you already are. Lewis, who will let himself be just a friend. Lewis...

You glance at Lewis instinctively. His expression is unreadable, but there’s something softer in the way he looks at you. He understands.

This, Max notices.

His jaw clenches, the vein in his neck jumping. His hands curl into fists at his sides and then relax so fast you could've missed it. Is it for show, all of this? Does he want you to think he cares or not? He exhales, looking away for a brief second. Just enough to compose himself. When he looks back, something about him is more guarded.

"Right," Max says, much quieter. He nods, more to himself than to you. "I get it."

But the problem is that you don’t think he does.

Despite everything, despite Lewis, despite the way you had chosen to walk away.

You still...

Max lets out a sharp laugh, shaking his head. "Right. Because it’s never the time, is it?"

Not this. You flinch, because he's right. You don't want to talk about it. How he kissed you, drunk but so eerily sober in the way all his thoughts came out at once. The weight of everything in between the two of you spilled over, something you weren't ready for. About how, even now, sometimes you catch yourself missing him before you remind yourself why you had to leave.

The fear is back.

Your whole life had began to shift, focusing on you. Y/N L/N, rising actress. People talked about you...and your friendship with Max. What it was. And if you had let yourself feel something for him—if you had let yourself fall—what would have been left of you?

"There was nothing to talk about," you say. It's hollow, like another word could crush it into smithereens.

Max's mouth purses into a thin line. "That’s bullshit. You know it."

You're too aware of the people in the room, again.The way Lewis is still there, watching but not interrupting, not yet. The way Max is standing too close, and yet not close enough.

You shake your head, only able to reiterate all the things you've already told him. "This isn't the time for this."

Lewis shifts beside you then, speaking for the first time in minutes. He's had enough. His voice is calm, smooth, but there’s something sharper beneath it. Water over rocks, threatening to split the waves any minute. "If you're looking for something from her, maybe you should ask yourself why you didn’t do it when it actually mattered."

Max turns to Lewis, his posture stiffening. There's a respect between the two, but spite typically taints it. Now? No malice—just frustration, just regret. Just something ugly and old between all of you.

You close your eyes for half a second, steadying yourself. When you open them, Max is looking at you again, waiting.

But he’s always been waiting, hasn't he?

And you?

You’ve always been running. From what? you wonder now. From something real?

Something has changed. Now you're not sure if you're tired of running or just afraid of what happens when you stop.

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user1: so it was true??

user2: praying for you kelly <3

user3: 5 bucks it has to do with y/n and whatever he did when he showed up at her concert

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THREE.

The coffee shop is cozy, the kind of place you go when you want to be alone with your thoughts. You're sitting at a corner table, flipping through your phone. Doomscrolling, they call it.

It’s been a while since you last saw Max—months, maybe. His divorce from Kelly was all over the media, and yet, here you are, sitting in the same coffee shop as him. The silence is louder than any of the questions you had when the news first broke.

You didn’t expect to run into him today.

You'd also thought you were over all of it. Buried, deep down. But when his voice meets your ears, it's all coming back.

"You still like this place, huh?" Max sounds like he's been thinking about his question for a while.

Glancing up, surprise flickers across your face. "Max...didn't expect to see you here."

He stands there for a moment, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket. You feel the awkward tension rising like steam from your mug.

“You’re hard to avoid these days,” Max says, his words coming out almost casually. "Guess we keep bumping into each other."

You raise an eyebrow, setting your phone down. “We never really bumped into each other before.”

Max’s lips tighten for a moment. Caught. “No. I guess we haven't."

Neither of you move. Then, Max steps forward, hesitating just slightly before sitting across from you.

“Nice seeing you. Didn't expect it to be here."

You nod slowly, unsure of how to respond. "Yeah...well, things change."

Vulnerably flickers in his eyes. You haven't seen that in a while. "They do," he agrees.

It's unfinished, this mess between you.

"I know things got complicated," Max continues. "I shouldn't have pushed you. I didn't mean to make it worse but I did."

You want to say something—anything. But the words are stuck. Everything: the kiss, the distance, all the memories you've shared. They're all under the surface, waiting for someone to make sense of it all.

Instead, you try to find your footing. "Max...what are we even doing here?"

Something like the Max you used to know. He's less guarded, less distant. "I don't know. But I don't want things to be like this. No forever."

You swallow hard. You want to respond, but there's too much going on in your head.

Max breaks the silence. Again. This time, he's more quiet. "So, what about him? Lewis?"

The way he says it makes you wonder. Jealousy? Not that, he's past that. But it's a question wrapped in old pain. He wants to know. He always has.

You lean back in your chair, letting out a soft sigh. "What about him?"

Max’s eyes are searching. "You're...close. Do you, I don't know, care about him?"

The answer isn't as simple as either of you would like it to be. There's a part of you that wants to spill out all the feelings. That you don't know. Still don't.

"He's good to me. I don't know what else you want me to say."

It's not the answer he wants to hear, but he nods anyway. "Yeah, I get it."

The past is complicated, and the present is no less so. There's a peace with Lewis. But Max...Max has a way of making everything feel unresolved.

You bite your lip, unsure if you should talk more. You want to say something that makes sense, that will give both of you the closure you need. The truth is, there's too much unsaid. Unresolved. It's sitting there, loose strings and all.

"Maybe we never had the chance to figure it out. It wasn't just about what we felt, Max. It was everything else too."

His expression tightens. Like the words aren't forming right. The old ache is there in his words, in his face. They never healed. "I was an idiot, wasn't I?" he mutters.

You shake your head, not wanting to dwell on that when he's already beat himself up for half a decade. "We were both...confused. We had different things to figure out."

You can't place the look in his eyes. "Maybe. But I was never just confused about you. I was scared of losing it all. Of losing what we could've had."

It hits you in the chest. Then, the words come out before you can stop them. "Max...we shouldn't leave it like this. I don't want to leave it. Again."

"So what does that mean?" His voice is hopeful, though he has his doubts.

It won't be the same. That's impossible.

"I don't know. We'll have to figure it out." You hesitate before taking out your phone. "Maybe we can...talk more. Not lose touch again."

A smile breaks across his face, though he tries to hide it. "That sounds good. I'd like that."

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did you like this? i wanna make a part three. it's like...closure but not completely, you know? there's still a lot for them to deal with and also lewis! beautiful beautiful lewis! messy max or lovely lewis ? 🤨

[piplup335]

Mafioso x reader! (platonic)

*ahem* HELLO, F E L L A S so uh my sch started ;-; meaning I may or may not be active bc of school but I'll try to write as much as possible since I still need to feed you guys :,D also bc i like writing lol- ANYWAYYYY I'm gonna use both dream game and forsaken tags, there don't seem to be any frozen soul tags as of making this post (as far as I can see, I didn't check ;-;) and I'm using their mafioso in forsaken's context, sorry! if the developers of any game said anything about this please do lmk and I'll change it :,) also pls gimme feedback, this is my first time writing for this dude and I may have messed up in some parts, particularly since it was a pain in the ass to find lore for this dude- I cooked this up for my friend but I also need to feed you guys so uhhh enjoy! :D

… *cries*

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You didn't know how it happened. And you sure as hell didn't want to know.

Were you all in debt in one way or another? Did that gambler...whatever his name was...aggravate the mafia? By taking out one loan too many?

You had just been tossed into that forsaken realm, flying out of the sky and landing right in front of that old, run-down cabin.

When the inhabitants of the cabin...survivors, they called themselves...opened the door, they dragged you in and immediately started blasting you with information as though they had no time to spare. You could only look around, hurriedly registering faces and voices as everyone's incessant chatter filled your ears, eventually fading into nothing but an incoherent buzz.

A young man in a pizza delivery uniform. A middle-aged guy with a soldier's outfit. A guy wearing...a burger on his head? Wait, was that an actual head on top of the burger? Was it alive?

Before you could open your mouth to ask anything, your vision faded to black.

You could hear the faint sound of a radio starting up and a stern voice.

"I see one of them."

It sounded hostile. Strict. Whoever was speaking was clearly dedicated to his job and determined to hunt down "them", whatever people that referred to.

...and just like that, you woke up in an unfamiliar place.

No elaboration, no nothing. Just the radio, the voice, and you were back to normal in who knows where.

After walking around aimlessly for a bit, though, you realised that the place was more familiar than you thought. The hotdog stand, the fountain, even the Drakobloxxer exhibit...it all seemed too familiar. The name of the place was on the tip of your tongue...but you just couldn't reach it.

Then again, some things changed too. You didn't remember this carnival being that old and run-down. The last time you were there, you saw children running around, playing tag with each other while other families would queue up to buy hotdogs from the various stands...

Now all you heard was silence, save for your quiet breaths and the occasional sound of footsteps against the concrete floor.

A few more steps here and there. A Ferris wheel. An ice cream truck. More and more memories resurfaced, from the time you went on the Ferris wheel with your parents to the times you'd constantly beg and plead with them to buy you ice cream. Everything felt nostalgic.

You still couldn't remember the name of the carnival, but you did know that it was rather cool.

You jumped as you heard something whizz past you. It hit the wall with a soft squeak and fell to the floor.

"What the...?"

You ran towards whatever that was and picked it up. It was a small bunny.

"...nooo, who threw you? Are you okay?"

The bunny seemed to be perfectly fine. In fact, it seemed to be happy, almost as if it liked being thrown as fast as a speeding bullet.

The fluffy little critter sniffed your hand, giving it playful nibbles like it was trying to get used to you. When it finally registered that you weren't a threat, it started to try climbing your arm. 

"Hey...no, that's dangerous!"

You placed your hand out in front of the bunny, satisfied as it scuttled into your palm. Bunny in hand, you held the little fella in front of you. It glanced at you with those beady black eyes, those eyes filled with innocence and curiosity...

You couldn't help it. You needed to pat the bunny. 

With your free hand, you started gently scratching the bunny behind the ears, trying to gauge its reaction. The bunny let out a happy squeak. Instead of trying to bite you, it was relatively docile, sitting in your palm and letting itself get scritches.

"Aww, you're such a cutieeeee..."

You kept petting the bunny. Its soft, snow-white fur felt like heaven to touch. No matter how much you petted it, it didn't seem to mind. In fact, it seemed to like all the attention you lavished on it.

You were so preoccupied with petting the creature, you didn't notice the presence of someone behind you.

"Having fun now, eh?"

You turned your head to look at the individual behind you.

For starters, this man was tall. Really tall. He donned a black suit with matching trousers, and his tie was neatly adjusted as if he was going for some formal occasion. His fedora cast a shadow over his eyes, but everything else didn't matter to you. He looked...familiar.

"I don't recognise you from our list." He stated bluntly.

You gave him a blank stare. List? What list? You got thrown into some cursed realm less than an hour ago, and now you had some weird list to worry about?

Noticing your blank stare, the man shook his head.

"...never mind."

Meanwhile, you were still trying to figure out what his name was. You didn't catch many names in the wooden cabin. You knew Elliot as he was the only one with a relatively normal name, Dusekkar because of his pumpkin head and...uh...yeah, no. You only remembered those two. Regardless, with that fedora and suit, you were almost positive that he was one of the survivors, but just to be sure...

"...are you one of the survivors?" You quipped. 

The man took notice of your completely clueless expression. He put two and two together...and knew that you had no idea who he was. He did find you interesting, and the bunny squeaking in your hands only softened his heart. He wouldn't want to kill you, lest his bunny become upset. So, he played along with it.

"Affirmative. I go by Mafioso. Do not let the name deceive you, I do not cause harm."

You nodded in understanding. Mafioso looked down at the bunny in your hands, and his stoic expression cracked into a smile.

"I believe it likes you. That bunny is mine, by the way."

You glanced up at Mafioso with horror on your face.

"You threw that poor thing at a wall-? Why?"

Mafioso laughed- a deep, hearty chuckle. The sound of it was comforting, to say the least.

"Relax...it's okay. It likes being launched at walls and always makes these happy little noises. Am I right?"

Mafioso gave the bunny a few head scritches, and it squeaked happily.

"Told ya."

You watched in disbelief as Mafioso picked up the bunny, the small animal not resisting or showing any signs of pain. It liked him, and he liked it back. Mafioso smiled at the bunny, watching it scurry around on his palm.

He set it down on the ground, watching with a small smile as it explored the area with little hops and jumps.

"Adorable, isn't it?"

Mafioso flashed you a charming grin. You smiled back, now a lot more comfortable around this once-unfamiliar stranger.

"Yeah. This is...nice..."

A loud gunshot rang through the area. Another male stood at a distance away from you, with a black tuxedo set. He had an old gun in hand, and he donned some cool black shades and a pair of headphones- wait.

There was only one person with a tuxedo in the cabin as far as you recalled. Then who was the other person? Or rather, was Mafioso not a survivor this entire time?

"Oi, new guy! Run! Mafioso's the killer- are you trying to die?!"

Oh. That was your answer.

Mafioso's smile was wiped clean off his face. He tenderly picked up the bunny and dropped it into your hands, the ball of fluff staring up at you with curiosity in its small eyes.

"Take care of the little fella, will ya? And cover your ears. Do try to cover my bunny's ears too, princess."

Princess? Did he seriously call you that?

You didn't have time to question further as Mafioso chased after the unknown person, and all you could hear as he ran off was a single phrase. Not directed towards you, but your fellow survivor.

"I love knocking out teeth."

You gently covered the bunny's little ears, stroking its soft fur as pained screams rang out through the carnival grounds.

Looks like you've managed to make an unexpected new friend.

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and that's it! I hope you enjoyed, and I'll see you all soon! ...at least, I hope I can get back to writing...

[librarygarten]

Hello, i loved all your LU scenarios, specially the ones where the chain reacts to their games, they were so well written.

I was wondering if you could do some scenarios where the reader talks about some Zelda trivia with the chain, like the development of some games (Majoras mask was made in just one year and the director of Zelda don't like it, there were supposed to be more dungeons in Wind Waker) or the reception of their releases (Four swords adventures sold less than a million copies, WW was poorly recieved unlike TP for it's art style, this changed as time passed, etc.), perhaps some easter eggs or cameos (Talon and Ingo looks like Mario and Luigi, Link appears in other games as a cameo).

Okay, but why is this lowkey me 😭. My autistic ass would NOT shut up about their games, even if I was telling them stuff they didn't want to hear about.

It was a peaceful day. The chain had found an inn to stay at for the night. Nobody was injured. Supplies and spirits were high. Until Wind decided to ask you a question.

“So, if our adventures are games, does that mean you know everything that happened during them? Like everyone we met, everything we did, EVERYTHING?” Wind asked. Some of the other Links brustled, clearly uncomfortable with the question and what you might say. You smile nervously. 

“Basically? But you don’t talk in the games, so I don’t know anything you said.”

“But who made the games? How do they know about our adventures?” Wind asked.

“Oooh boy.” You scratched the back of your head, “There’s a company called Nintendo, they made most of the Legend of Zelda games. I think Four’s games were made by a different company, though. That’s why some of the details are a bit screwy.”

“What’s that supposed to mean!?” Four snapped his head up to look at you, forgetting the weapon he had been working on.

“Oh, uh…” you stammered, “Well, the other company made your games, but they didn’t use the same stories as Nintendo did, so the lore gets a bit weird. Like, your Ganon is probably a completely unrelated guy from the Ganon that Time, Wind, Hyrule, Legend, and Twilight all had to deal with. The way he randomly turns into a pig in your game after getting that trident or whatever doesn’t match up at all with how Ganondorf turns into a pig after being sealed away by Time’s Zelda in an alternate timeline where Time dies during the final battle.”

“Wait, there’s a timeline where Time DIED?” Twilight is behind you now, and you’re not sure when he got there. You turn to look at him, his face full of panic.

“Yeah, Ocarina of Time kind of broke the timeline into three different paths. The game was so popular it became, like, the most important part of the timeline. It actually sold so well that the people who made the game made a sequel to it, Majora’s Mask, in under a year, which is kind of insane. For context, Ocarina of Time took over twice that long to make.” Time raised an eyebrow at your explanation, but decided he didn’t want to know more.

“Wait, if there are multiple timelines, how can you know which of our adventures are ours and which were just really similar? The many timelines means there’s infinite possibilities.” Sky asked, reminding everyone that he was the only Link to ever attend school (and remember it), and apparently he studied multiverse theory???? Moving on.

“Well, there are some differences between languages, I guess? Like, in the English version of Link’s Awakening, there’s a quest to get a mermaid’s lost necklace, but that was just a change the translators made. In the original Japanese, the quest is to get the mermaid’s bikini top.” You chatter on, missing the blush that creeps up Legend’s neck and ears. “And some of the items in Wind Waker are mixed around between the English and Japanese versions. Like maps, heart containers, and rupees are in each other's spots.”

“Can we go back to the part where there’s multiple Ganons, apparently?” Wild gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles white. You hadn’t notice him sit down. Actually, the whole chain seemed to be listening now. Wuh-oh.

“Oh, well, not at one time. Unless the dragon cutscenes from Tears of the Kingdom happen after Skyward Sword and Breath of the Wild is after all the other games. Then, Calamity Ganon was just kind of… chilling under Hyrule Castle while Four and Time dealt with their respective Ganons. But fans still argue about where your games fit on the timeline.” You shrug, trying to downplay how absolutely terrifying dealing with two Ganons at once would be.

“Wait, why do fans argue? Isn’t there an official timeline?” Hyrule asked. You groan.

“Yes, but it was published before Breath of the Wild was released, so we need to figure out where it is on the timeline based on the stuff in game, which is hard, because there's so many easter eggs.”

“Easter… eggs?” Warriors tilts his head.

“Items or decorations that reference other games. Like, in A Link Between Worlds, Legend’s house has Majora’s Mask hanging on the wall for no discernable reason. And in Breath of the Wild, there’s areas named after places in Link’s Awakening, like Koholit Rock and Goponga Island, which makes no sense because those places were dreamt up by a wind fish. Not to mention the fact the ruins of Lon Lon Ranch can be found, but there’s no way that structure would have been in as good of condition as it is for how old it is. And Lurelin village is an almost exact copy of Outset Island, but again, the timing is just too far apart.”

“But you never answered my other question.” Wind tapped your shoulder, stopping what would have been an hour-long rant on where Wild’s games fit on the official timeline. “How did ‘Nintendo’ or whoever else know about our adventures with that much detail?”

“UHHHHHH………. OH WOULD YOU LOOK AT THE TIME.” You quickly stand up from the table and launch yourself out the nearest window, escaping the conversation. (You were on the first floor. You’re fine).

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YES PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE SUPERNATURAL FICS. pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

How about a pining Sam Winchester and an oblivious male reader request? Where it eventually takes for Dean to absurdly announce Sam's affection or Castiel bluntly point out Sam's care and consideration in front of the male reader.

I'm thinking Sam goes on a long winded rant, so much so that Dean leaves after a few minutes to go be anywhere else (to eat pie) and male reader just politely continues to listen, nodding along and genuinely being curious about what Sam is going to say next. Or Sam remembering some uniquely one-off fact about reader and he just shrugs it off as a best friend thing. Or male reader and Sam going on hike to relax for once - Dean thought it was stupid to take a walk in a boring forest so he didn't show - and male reader twists his angle so Sam must bridal carry him back down the trail.

This might be too much for a single fic😭 so take a pick or do whatever you want please!!! Any fic of the moose man is all I want, and if you were to create one I will worship it in a shrine.

Oblivious Pinning

Sam Winchester x Male Reader

Summary: You were a keen observer, particularly in your line of work as a hunter. That's why it was so surprising you didn't notice Sam Winchester was flirting with you.

A/N: This is great, I'm so used to oblivious Sam and not oblivious reader. Won't even lie I was multiple beers deep while writing this, so I apologize if it's ass.

TW: Fluff

The musty scent of ancient paper and the metallic tang of old blood are as familiar to you as the scent of your dad's perpetually lukewarm coffee. Another Tuesday, another demon. Dean grumbles about the lack of decent pie in rural Kansas, and Sam, bless his giant heart, is meticulously cleaning his knife, even though the last demon dissolved into a pile of ash hours ago. You consider yourself a decent judge of character. Observant, you might say. You can tell the exact moment Dean is about to launch into a lecture on classic rock, or when Bobby was about to tell you "idjits" one more time.

What you can't tell, apparently, is when a man is head-over-heels for you.

Your ankle still throbs a little, a phantom ache from that werewolf hunt last year. You'd gone down like a sack of bricks after a stray claw connected, and before you could even think about hobbling, Sam was there, scooping you up. He hadn't just offered an arm; he'd insisted on carrying you all the way back to the Impala, a good quarter-mile through uneven terrain. You'd just figured he was being his usual chivalrous self, the kind of guy who'd help an old lady cross the street and then bust a ghost with a smile. Bobby, on the other hand, had just raised an eyebrow at Dean, who’d bitten back a grin. You'd missed the memo.

Then there are the coats. Every damn time you shiver, whether it's the biting wind in some godforsaken graveyard or the artificial chill of a motel room, Sam’s coat is draped over your shoulders before you can even rub your arms. He'd just shrug and say, “You looked cold.” You always thought it was just him being the responsible older brother type, making sure you didn't catch pneumonia. Dean, meanwhile, would just snort into his beer.

And the bunker. Hours upon hours spent buried in lore, surrounded by dusty tomes that smelled of forgotten languages and spilled coffee. You often ramble, excitedly pointing out some obscure fact about a rare mythological creature, or hypothesizing about a new way to trap a demon. Sam, instead of tuning out like Dean often does, would lean in, eyes bright, hanging on your every word. He'd ask follow-up questions, his genuine interest a stark contrast to Dean's feigned attention, which usually involved checking his phone under the table. You'd just thought he was a good research partner, keen on learning. Bobby had simply shaken his head, muttering something about you being "as thick as a brick."

Even when you mentioned your latest fascination, deep-sea cryptids, to Sam one evening, his face had lit up like a Christmas tree. He’d spent the next hour pulling up articles, excitedly discussing the possibility of undiscovered species, completely ignoring Dean’s groans from the other side of the table about wanting to watch some terrible B-movie. You’d just thought, "Wow, Sam really gets me!"

Looking back, it's all so glaringly obvious. The way his gaze lingered a little too long, the soft smiles he reserved just for you, the subtle shifts in his body language that screamed "attention." Hell, even the time he'd practically skipped when you said you’d stay an extra day at the bunker to help him organize research notes. You, the observant son of Bobby Singer, had managed to be utterly, completely, beautifully blind to the fact that Sam Winchester was pining for you, and everyone else knew it.

The cheap motel room hummed with the drone of a bad monster movie, a stark contrast to the quiet, contented bickering between you and Sam. You were sprawled across one of the beds, legs tangled in the crisp, but oddly scratchy, sheets. Across from you, Sam sat cross-legged, a triumphant smirk playing on his lips as he slapped down a 'Draw 4' card.

"Seriously, Sam? Again?" you groaned, eyeing your rapidly expanding hand of Uno cards. The bed around you was a battlefield of scattered lore books, crumpled maps, and empty coffee cups – the aftermath of a particularly nasty ghoul hunt. Your own shirt, currently balled up somewhere near the overflowing trash can, was a grim casualty of the fight, splattered with what you hoped was just ghoul guts and not, you know, something worse.

You’d pulled on one of Sam’s shirts after your shower, the sleeves a little long, the fabric soft from countless washes. Dean's shirts would have fit better, but you didn't argue, a shirt was a shirt. You hadn't thought twice when Sam, after hearing your muttered complaint about your ruined clothes, had practically bounced up from his own bag to offer you a clean one. You’d just figured he was being helpful. You were completely oblivious to the way his eyes had lingered on you when you’d taken it, or how he’d cleared his throat a little too loudly.

Now, as you glared at your cards, Sam chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated through the cheap mattress. "All's fair in love and Uno, Singer."

Dean, who had been seemingly engrossed in a scene involving a rubber monster and a screaming blonde, shifted on his bed. His eyes, however, weren't on the TV. They flickered between your exasperated face and Sam's smug grin, a familiar knowing glint in their depths. He took a long swig of his beer, a faint smirk playing on his lips, before turning back to the screen with a shake of his head. You just thought he was judging your terrible Uno skills. You completely missed the way his gaze lingered, the silent communication passing between him and Sam that spoke volumes you couldn't hear.

"You're a menace," you declared, playing a card just to get rid of it. Sam just grinned, and the soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated the playful spark in his eyes. You, as always, were just focused on not letting him win.

Sam laid down his final card, a triumphant "Uno out!" echoing in the small motel room. You groaned, throwing your hand down in defeat. "That's it, I'm done. You cheat."

He just laughed, a rich, warm sound that made the exhaustion of the hunt feel a little less heavy. "I don't cheat. I just play smarter." He stretched, his long limbs uncoiling with a soft creak of the bedsprings, and then propped himself up on an elbow, looking at you. "Ready to call it a night?"

Dean grunted from his bed, the flickering light of the TV playing across his face. He'd been quieter than usual tonight, which you put down to the rough ghoul. Sometimes a straightforward hunt could be more draining than a complicated one, just because of the sheer nastiness of it. You missed the way his eyes kept drifting over to you and Sam, a silent communication passing between them that you were, as usual, completely oblivious to.

"Yeah, definitely," you mumbled, pushing yourself up to lean against the headboard. The borrowed shirt, still smelling faintly of Sam's cologne and something uniquely him, felt comforting against your skin. You were just grateful for a clean shirt after the day's events. You didn't notice the way Sam's gaze lingered on the shirt, or the almost imperceptible flush that crept up his neck.

Sam reached over, gathering the scattered Uno cards, his fingers brushing yours for a fleeting moment. A spark, a tiny jolt, went through you, but you dismissed it as static electricity. Just tired. He stacked the cards neatly, then started to gather the books and papers, organizing them with a quiet efficiency that always impressed you.

"Think we got everything on that ghoul, then?" you asked, rubbing your eyes.

"Pretty sure," Sam said, without looking up. "Though I think we need to double-check the local lore for any follow-up on that specific breed. Just in case." He glanced at you then, a faint, tired smile on his lips. "Unless you're too exhausted to even think about it?"

You shook your head. "Nah. We can look tomorrow. Tonight, I just want sleep."

Sam nodded, a soft, understanding look in his eyes. He finished tidying the table, then moved to his own side of the bed. You both settled in, the only sounds the low hum of the air conditioner and the muffled dialogue from Dean's movie. As you drifted off, you were dimly aware of Sam shifting, adjusting his pillow. You had no idea that he was still subtly facing you, watching you breathe, a soft, almost imperceptible smile gracing his lips. You were, as always, completely oblivious.

The morning light filtered weakly through the grimy motel window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air. You were hunched over the main table, a map of the county spread out, circling potential ghoul nesting sites, while Dean, still in his sleep-rumpled t-shirt, methodically wiped down his gun. The aroma of stale coffee and cheap motel cleaner hung heavy in the air.

"Alright, so that last one really was it," you confirmed, tapping your pen on a marked spot. "No more weird disappearances, no more missing livestock, no weird chills reported."

Dean nodded, snapping a clip into place. "Good. About damn time. This place was starting to get on my nerves. Too many weirdos."

Just then, Sam, ever the morning person, strode in from the bathroom, looking remarkably put together for someone who'd battled a ghoul hours earlier. "I'm heading out to grab some coffee," he announced, already reaching for his keys. "You guys want anything special, or just the usual black?"

You glanced at Dean, who just grunted. "Black's fine, Sammy."

"Same here," you added, pushing a hand through your already tangled hair. "Thanks, Sam."

Sam smiled, a genuine, easy grin that seemed to brighten the dim room. "No problem. Be back in a bit." He gave you a quick, lingering look, then headed out, the door clicking shut behind him.

As soon as the door closed, Dean tossed his cleaning rag onto the table, his eyes narrowing on you. "You know," he began, his voice low, "sometimes I seriously wonder about you."

You blinked, confused. "Wonder what?"

"How you can be so damn dense," he scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. "It's like you're actively trying to be oblivious."

You stared at him, genuinely bewildered. "What are you talking about?"

Dean leaned forward, his elbows on the table, fixing you with an exasperated glare. "Sam. Sam's pining for you. Hard. Like, head-over-heels, sappy romance novel levels of pining. How in God's name do you not see it?"

You blinked again. Then a slow, incredulous laugh bubbled up from your chest. "Sam? Pining? For me?" You stared at him like he'd just suggested ghouls communicated through interpretive dance. "Dean, what are you even talking about? That's... that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard."

Dean threw his hands up in exasperation. "Oh, my God. You are truly, monumentally, breathtakingly stupid." He dragged a hand down his face, groaning. "The coats, the carrying you back to the Impala, the way he lights up when you even breathe in his direction, how he hangs on your every word in the bunker... It's all right there! It's practically screaming at you!" He pointed a finger at you. "Even Bobby sees it! He just sighs and mutters about 'dumb idjits' every time Sam gets all moon-eyed around you."

You just continued to stare, your mind trying to process the idea. Sam? For you? It was such a foreign concept, so utterly outside your understanding of your relationship with him, that it felt like he was speaking a different language. "But... we're just... we're just friends. We're hunting partners." You felt a blush creep up your neck, despite your disbelief. "He's like an older brother."

Dean snorted, a sound of pure disbelief. "Yeah, an older brother who stares at you like you hung the moon. You know what? Forget it. Just... forget I said anything. You're hopeless." He stood up, shaking his head, and walked over to the mini-fridge, pulling out a soda with an audible pop.

You watched him, a strange, uncomfortable feeling stirring in your gut. Dean wouldn't just make something like that up... would he? Could you really have been that oblivious? The thought was absurd. And yet... the way Dean had looked at you, the sheer frustration in his voice, it felt real.

The sudden roar of an Impala engine pulling into the parking lot signaled Sam's return, pulling you from your swirling thoughts.

The sound of Sam's familiar footsteps approaching the door, followed by the click of the lock, jolted you from your bewildered state. You were still grappling with Dean's accusations, the idea of Sam pining for you echoing ridiculously in your mind.

The door swung open, and Sam stepped in, a carrier of coffee cups in one hand, a small paper bag in the other. He smiled, that easy, genuine smile of his, and for the first time, you actually looked at it. Really looked at it. Not just as Sam being Sam, but as... something more.

"Got the usual," he announced, setting the carrier on the table. Dean grunted from his spot by the fridge, already reaching for his black coffee.

Sam pulled out a cup and handed it to you. "Here you go."

You took it, your fingers brushing his. The warmth of the cup seeped into your palm, and then the scent hit you. It wasn't the bitter aroma of black coffee. It was rich, sweet, and distinctly familiar. Caramel. Vanilla.

Your favorite.

You stared at the cup, then slowly, your eyes drifted up to Sam's face. He was watching you, a slight tilt to his head, that same soft, expectant look in his eyes. He knew. He knew exactly what he'd given you.

"But... I said black," you murmured, the words barely a whisper.

Sam just shrugged, a small, almost shy smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, but I figured you could use a treat after last night. Besides, you always look like you're about to fall asleep when you drink black."

Your gaze flickered to Dean, who was now openly smirking at you over the rim of his own cup. He raised an eyebrow, a silent, "See? I told you so," in his eyes.

A slow, burning heat crept up your neck, flushing your cheeks. It wasn't just the coffee. It was everything. The way he always offered his coat, the insistent carrying, the way he listened, really listened, when you talked. The casual touches, the knowing glances. And now, the exact, precise coffee order you never even told him you liked, because you never thought he'd remember, let alone care enough to get it.

"Son of a bitch," you murmured under your breath, the realization hitting you like a ton of bricks. It wasn't a curse; it was pure, unadulterated shock. You had been so incredibly, monumentally oblivious. Every single instance Dean had mentioned, every subtle gesture, every kind word—it all clicked into place with the taste of caramel and vanilla on your tongue.

Sam, oblivious to your internal meltdown, just chuckled softly. "Something wrong? Not sweet enough?"

You just stared at him, the coffee cup warm in your hand, feeling like the biggest dumbass in the entire world.

You just stared at Sam, the weight of the caramel-vanilla coffee cup heavy in your hand, and the even heavier weight of Dean's smug, knowing smirk on your face. The air in the motel room crackled with an unspoken tension, at least for you. Sam, of course, just looked…patient. Expectant, maybe.

You took a deep breath, the sweet scent of your coffee filling your lungs. No going back now.

"Sam," you started, your voice a little shaky, "are you… are you actually in love with me?"

Sam's eyes widened, just a fraction, before a soft flush crept up his neck. He looked from you to Dean, who was now openly grinning, and then back to you, a small, almost shy smile touching his lips.

"Yeah," he admitted softly, his voice a low rumble. "I am. I thought… I thought it was pretty obvious."

The words were barely out of Sam's mouth before a loud, booming laugh erupted from Dean. He practically doubled over on his bed, slapping his knee, tears of mirth streaming down his face. "Oh, my God! He actually asked! And he actually said it!" Dean gasped between fits of laughter. "You two are the most clueless idiots on the planet!"

Without thinking, you crumpled the empty coffee cup in your hand and launched it at Dean's head. It bounced off his forehead with a pathetic thud, but he barely registered it, still caught in his fit of hysterics.

You turned back to Sam, a fresh wave of mortification washing over you. How in the hell had you missed this? How had you, the supposedly observant hunter, been so spectacularly blind? It wasn't just Sam's little gestures; it was everything. Every long look, every shared laugh, every late-night conversation. It all clicked into place, painting a picture you'd been too dense to see. And the worst part? You liked Sam. Had liked him, in fact, for as long as you could remember. Not just as a friend, or a hunting partner, or even the brother you never had. You liked him, liked him, in the way that made your stomach flutter and your palms sweat, a secret you'd buried so deep you'd convinced yourself it wasn't there.

Sam, his laughter now subsiding as he watched your internal turmoil, reached out a hand, his fingers hovering hesitantly near your arm. "Uh," he hummed, his voice soft, a hint of concern in his tone. "Did you… you really didn't know?"

You finally met his gaze, the overwhelming rush of emotions making your eyes sting. "Are you kidding me?" you blurted out, a mix of disbelief, embarrassment, and a sudden surge of exhilarating hope swirling within you. "Sam Winchester, if I had known, if I'd had even the slightest clue, I'd have kissed your stupid, giant face a million times over by this point!"

The words hung in the air, raw and honest. Sam's eyes widened again, this time with something akin to shock, and a slow, beautiful smile spread across his face, brighter than any motel room light. Dean, bless his heart, had actually gone quiet.

The words hung in the air, a confession and a revelation, leaving Dean in stunned silence for once. Sam's face, usually so composed, broke into a wide, disbelieving smile.

"You... you would?" he whispered, his voice thick with a mixture of hope and astonishment.

You launched yourself off the bed, stumbling a little over the scattered lore books. In two strides, you were in front of him, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. His cheeks were warm beneath your palms, and his eyes, those big, expressive hazel eyes, were sparkling.

"Are you kidding me?" you breathed, your voice rough with emotion. "Sam, I've been half in love with you for years. I just thought it was the 'found family' thing. The 'I look up to my tall, ridiculously smart hunting partner' thing. Never once did it cross my pea-brained mind that you might actually..." You trailed off, lost in his gaze.

Dean cleared his throat loudly from the other bed. "Well, don't let me stop you two lovebirds," he grumbled, though the edge of a smile played on his lips. "Just... try not to make out on my clean sheets, alright?"

You ignored him, your focus entirely on Sam. His thumb brushed over your cheekbone, a feather-light touch that sent shivers down your spine. "So, all those times..." he began, a soft laugh escaping him, "you really had no idea?"

"None!" you practically yelled, a fresh wave of mortification and relief washing over you. "Not when you carried me back to the Impala after I sprained my ankle, not when you constantly offered your jacket, not when you lit up like a Christmas tree whenever I talked about some obscure historical fact! I just thought you were a really, really good friend!"

Sam chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that vibrated through your chest. "I guess I was being too subtle," he murmured, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Subtle?" you scoffed playfully. "Sam, you were about as subtle as a brick through a window, and I still missed it! I blame Dad. He raised me to be observant, but apparently only for demons and faulty wiring, not for giant, pining Winchesters!"

Sam's smile softened, turning into something tender and incredibly vulnerable. His gaze dropped to your lips, and the air between you thickened with unspoken desire. You felt your breath hitch. This was it. This was the moment you'd unknowingly wanted for so long.

He leaned in slowly, giving you every opportunity to pull away, but you didn't. You met him halfway, closing the small distance between your faces. His lips were soft, hesitant at first, then firming as you kissed him back with all the pent-up longing of years of obliviousness. It was a kiss that tasted of cheap motel coffee, lingering fear from the hunt, and the overwhelming, undeniable truth of finally seeing what had been right in front of you all along.

When you finally broke apart, breathless, Sam's forehead rested against yours. His eyes were shining, a depth of emotion in them that made your heart ache in the best possible way.

"So," he whispered, a happy grin spreading across his face, "does this mean I don't have to be subtle anymore?"

You laughed, a joyous, relieved sound. "No, Sam," you said, reaching up to thread your fingers through his soft hair. "Absolutely not."

The quiet promise of a new beginning hung in the air, a silent understanding passing between you and Sam. Dean, bless his exasperated heart, had actually pulled out his phone, pretending to be engrossed in it, giving you both a moment of privacy.

[hibiscusseaart]

huge ass post with MadaTobi Babies

its finally done, its almost 1 am, I started at 7 pm

OK SO HERE THEY ARE

So a little lore and then I'm gonna introduce them.

As you may remember from my earlier post, Tobirama (they married when he was 19) after the marriage, decided to create a child to tie Madara to him and the village stronger just in case Madara would try to leave the village. He couldn't destroy the village if there's his kid running around, right?

So Tobirama started learning biology pretty early in their marriage + Itama (@oh-no-its-bird 's one) helped a lot too. Mito helped with the seals to make an incubator. Tobirama didn't want a surrogate mother just because he was afraid that Madara would get attached to the mother of his children and he didn’t want that (plus he's jealous but doesn't realise it 🤭).

He created some sort of very real transformation jutsu that would trick his body to think that he has ovaries and he'd get the eggs that way! But he couldn't keep uterus and ect for 9 months, plus this jutsu is HARD to keep on for very long periods of time. It's easier to make a few organs from chakra that could produce real eggs than a whole new system. Plus Tobirama really didn't want to get pregnant and he wasn't sure he wouldn't fuck up his own body. Tobirama, with as gray morale as his, could just scrap failed embryo and start anew. He can't do that with his own body.

Anyway, incubator it is!

At first he did all of that in secret, stealing Madara's sperm (that's... a thing now) for his first experiments while they had sex. (Tobirama fucking Madara real hard that he’d pass out after and then take samples) ANYWAY

So he announced about his plans when the first stable and pretty healthy embryo was ready.

The first baby, Motoko! The melanin quee. She got all of it. Nothing left for her brother or sister. Ofc she's not THAT dark skinned, but she is for an Uchiha who are mostly white as a paper in canon.

(Tobirama is 21 for reference)

Her name literally means "Experiment seed first". Tobirama named this project this way for secrecy if someone would overhear his talks with Itama and Mito. It’d be Uchiha clan head’s child so hush-hush.

The name meanings + kanji! Hope I got them right, I have no japanese knowledge

oh and there is flirting with past and time in general in this name so it might be Tobirama reminiscing his first timeline. Like Motoko didn't even EXIST before.

So when he presented the embryo to Madara and Hashirama, they were ecstatic of course.

Madara almost cried. Hashirama became a river of tears.

Madara never really hoped for his own children since he married Tobirama cuz, well, they're both men. Doesn't really work that way. But Tobirama made it work and Madara is in love all over again.

Madara refuses to leave their future baby for a long time, just looking at them in the incubator. But the baby doesn’t need much there so Tobirama makes him leave and live a life while they’re waiting when the kid is ready.

Oh and Madara was SO against the name that basically means “experiment seed 1”. But when Tobirama asked if he got smth better, he ran away to his compound and tried to find the PERFECT names. He got lost in so many variations and never really decided. So when the kid was “born” (Tobirama just… took her out of the incubator*) and medics checked her, Madara took her in his hands, started crying and while he was having “A moment” Tobirama wrote her name as Motoko, cuz they needed it for administration and Uchiha clan.

*come to think about it, wouldn’t it fuck up a kid a bit? i mean, children develop under pressure of their mother’s organs and they’re in tight position. maybe test tube kids don’t really like to be wrapped in cloth? as i know ppl do that with newborns to imitate feelings like they’re in the womb.

But this name also can be read as “Festival child” so its kinda cute? Madara def told her that that’s exactly what her name means. No seed 1.

Interesting thing, when Tobirama made the baby, he thought he’d make a boy first, a heir. But something went wrong and the kid developed to be a girl. Tobirama was confused why. But technically, the kid is a boy with XY chromosomes but bc of their development and being a genetic experiment something went wrong and they developed as a female (its a real thing btw).

In the long run it didn’t really matter except that Motoko can’t have her own kids bc of all hormonal weirdness. And I don’t think that Tobirama would figure all of that out. He’d think he made some mistake when choosing gender, but kid was born healthy after all. Ofc when they found out that Motoko can’t have kids Tobirama will blame himself, that he ruined his daughter’s life. But she’s would be ok, she had her little siblings growing up and other clan kids so she’s done babysitting.

Okay for her personality! I think she’s kinda like Shisui? Very happy kid, spoiled rotten by her uncles (Hashirama and Izuna compete who is THE BEST uncle) and Tou-san (Madara). Btw Tobirama refuses to be called Kaa-san or any motherly terms. He’s barely holding a kunai in his pockets when Madara calls him wife.

But she’s also very Uchiha with temper and protectiveness. She was trained to be very much Uchiha cuz she’s the future clan head so her jutsu’s are strongly fire natured. Oh and her secondary nature is eath! She took it from the Senju side :)

Good sensor, but not as strong as her other siblings. Have really good chakra reserves and vicious on the battlefield.

Surprisingly looks really like Madara and Izuna’s mom. Her face is all that. Has soft dark hair and soft features. Considered to be very beautiful among Uchihas.

Oh and as you can see, I wrote that she has the Mangekyo. She got it when she was around 14. She was already really strong and cuz of her family, she got cocky. So, you ask me, who died? I think it’d be her female teammate (maybe from Hatake clan? idk I take suggestions) who she was in love with.

So yeah, she got a reality check. Because she got Mangekyo, Tobirama didn’t want her baby to lose her sight, so he improved his own seals that helped him with his albinism. Seals improve his sight and protect from the sun. So he drew Motoko tattoos on her face, like his. Years later it’d be a new feature of the main line.

But before that, when Motoko is 12 and Tobirama is 29, after 8 years of research (and possibly sealing/killing Black Zetsu in the meantime) he decided to try to make another kid. He still wanted a boy.

And he was successful. Meet Akemori! The Music King

The name was suggested by Hashirama. It means “red forest”. Red eyes, plus he sensed that the kid has a bit of mokuton!

But on the downside, Akemori was born an albino. Tobirama himself was really lucky, cuz he had a strong health and I hc that he still has healing abilities, but not as strong as Hashirama’s. But it still helped him in his childhood.

Not for Akemori tho. He was a sickly child, almost blind and burned on the sun easily. Tobirama had to put seals on him when he was about 3 years old. But even then his eyesight was still poor. Seals can’t fix everything.

Tobirama, once again, feels guilty that he didn’t notice any mistakes when he was creating the child.

And being born almost blind in Uchiha clan of all people wasn’t really nice. Though he is still clan head’s child and has a whole bunch of very powerful adults to protect him. Plus his older sister who loves him very much and wants to protect him from any harm.

But because of health issues Akemori was never really trained in shinobi arts. Well, he was trained (his fathers are literally… them) just that he could protect himself, but no one expected him to go on missions or even become a shinobi at all. Uchiha elders treated him as a potential political marriage pawn (even though Madara and Tobirama would never let them do that). Akemori caught on that and never had the motivation to become a shinobi at all. He was offended and said that he’d NEVER become a shinobi.

Madara was a little mad at that, cuz they’re SHINOBI clan, what the hell. But he shut up the second Tobirama sent him The Look. Tobirama was ok with Akemori’s wishes, like his twin and himself are shinobi by necessity, but they finds more joy in research.

Akemori was trained in Mokuton by Hashirama of course, even though Senju elders bitched about him selling clan secrets to Uchiha. But Hokage does what he wants.

Akemori’s mokuton isn’t as strong as Hashirama’s, plus he never really wanted to fight. But he was good with plants so he joined Itama-oji in his research a lot! Especially since Hashirama is busy with Hokage stuff, Itama was delighted to get a new helper.

Akemori is also a really good sensor because, like Tobirama, he had to compensate his bad eyesight. Basically, Akemori is a very Tobirama’s kid.

Surprisingly, he awakened the Sharingan! He was 6 and some foreign ninja (prob Kumo) thought it’d be cool to steal a kid with the Sharingan. Because of his naturally red eyes Akemori got stolen. Ofc when Tobirama felt his kid out of Konoha bonds, he sounded the alarm in the whole Uchiha clan to check on their kids whereabouts and was first to chase the kidnappers.

Kumo nin were killed by a very mad Tobirama and bc of the stress Akemori awakened the Sharingan. It wasn’t much of a use for him, since he’s not a shinobi. But at least Uchihas acknowledge him as a fellow Uchiha and not just Tobirama’s carbon copy.

(btw noone outside immediate family actually KNOWS where the kids coming from. They don't see any pregnant women in the main line house or anyone in the clan with the same time who gave birth these days. Tobirama himself or god forbid Madara aren't ever seen pregnant. Where the fuck kids are coming from? Do they just spawn in the house or what)

(they basically do spawn)

Sharingan helps Akemori to actually see! At least he could see something and could read. But stll, its not really strong, cuz not trained enough.

Basically Akemori is a perfect mix between Senju and Uchiha with Sharingan and Mokuton, but he was nerfed by albinism.

Being almost blind boy who can navigate only with his sensing, doesn’t gives him much hobbies. Ofc he helps Itama and he studies plants and medicine a lot with him, but he still needs a hobby. Books don’t work for him, any type of handicrafts too cuz he can’t just use Sharingan all the time, his head hurts and sometimes he doesn't want to remember a whole book perfectly. He’s also not very interested in training as a hobby.

So in his tweens while Itama and he were traveling (with Uchiha escort (prob Motoko) just in case) to the near town for some medicine and plants, he noticed (heard) a group of musicians and he fell in love.

Itama immediately bought him an instrument (maybe Biwa?).

And now the second son of Uchiha Madara became a musician! Isn’t it fun. Elders are furious.

Madara was baffled but “You do you, son. When you learn, show us? Oh and maybe you can copy someone else’s playing, but be discreet. They may not like that you’d try to copy their music. Shinobi don’t really like when we copy their jutsus too”

With age he learned to play several instruments (I take suggestions on which ones). Some people even thought that he’s trained to become geisha (he's not, he's just a pretty boy who plays music for fun).

When he grow old enough, Itama started to give him weed for inspiration and to relax. Akemori is prone to quiet anxiety attacks after he was kidnapped.

Okay, the final kid. She was born 4 years later after Akemori.

Nari! The pout queen

Madara finally got to name his kid. Her name means “Calm, harmonic village”. Yeah he decided to name his kid after a village. It's still better than Konohamaru

And she’s the final kid, because Tobirama finally got it and produced a “normal” healthy kid. Plus he's not sure how many kids (3) and students (another 4 and Kagami) he can actually handle.

She has very Uchiha coloring, but Tobirama’s facial features. She also inherited his stare.

She’s the baby of the family, but she grew up slightly strict and serious cuz she stayed a lot with Tobirama, cuz he decided he won’t spend another maternity leave out of the Tower. The first two times were a disaster when he came back.

Tobirama left on maternity leaves just cuz he needed to monitor his kids health, especially Akemori’s. Idk about Konoha maternity leaves, but they should be really short, since well shinobi are needed all year long and they can’t wait for mother-shinobi to spend a whole year on that. Though on the other side, mothers need time to recover or they won’t be able to perform good on their missions (plus they probably have a milk smell lol). Who knows, maybe Tobirama was the one who drafted a law about at least one year maternity leave. He got very popular among kunoichi (can you believe that I just remembered that this word exists)

Nari is really like Izuna, but got her temper under control. Maybe think of teen Kakashi but without dead fathers and angst. But also brat.

Her chakra is water nature and she has 0 affinity with fire. Still she did produce great fireball as their traditions dictated, even though it took her many trials and errors. After that she decided that she hates traditions like that. Got really rebellious in her teens, about 13 and even tried to challenge her sister (25) for the clan head position. She didn’t win ofc and was bitter about it.

Also because her sister and brother both have seals, she always dreamed of the same, cuz as a baby she thought that it’s something special for their family. But Tobirama doesn’t think she needs them cuz her sight is perfect and her skin is pale, but it doesn’t burn like Akemori’s.

It triggered interest for seals in general cuz “FINE if you won’t give me seals, I’ll just make them myself!”

Tobirama was completely okay with it. He always strives to encourage kids when they want to learn something new. So he sicked her at Mito. Though his aunt was quite happy to teach her niece sealing art.

also idk why i write evil near her. she's just a brat. though she has the potential to become Azula ish

And that’s it!

I will write more about them later cuz im tired. I have some other ideas I wanna expand. Like Tobirama introducing his pups to his Hatake aunt (did i tell you that i LOVE Hatakes?),

Oh and fun little sketches close ups for a treat

i love this Hashirama with the kids, ugh he's so father

if you have any questions you can send them to my ask box!

[veelingsforyou]

oc INTRODUCTION!

cw: mentions of death n suicide, which could be somewhere in the lore bits. just read at your own risk..

introducing my two ocs! Ignacio and Aeon!

expect some limited (not really) lore abt them since I'm actually new to the fandom and.. I'm still at chapter 4 lol

ok heres the lore

Rondel "Aeon" Eastman

They chose their name 'Aeon' because they thought it sounded really cool.

- Aeon strongly believes that people can change, often brushing off their friends bad behavior as just a one-time mistake. "I know he bullies you but that's because he came from a broken home!"

- Aeon seems to be friendly towards anyone who treats them kindly, and cold towards that don't. They are thoughtful, kind and moralistic, though they can be hypocritical by judging others for the same things they secretly do themselves.

- They sometimes would act coy for their own benefit.

- Aeon prioritizes their own needs more than others, sometimes. They never intervene on someone being bullied, rather watch than do something about it.

- Aeon has a tactic they always fall back on when making new friends: they approach someone visibly vulnerable, offer comfort, and gain their trust. It's just something they find really easy to do when they want a specific person to like them.

- Do NOT expect Aeon to help you if you get your ass beat.

- Aeon used to have a few friends they considered close, but now they’re basically alone all because one prank went too far. During halloween they faked three deaths, and it was so “realistic” that the others cut them off completely. Still to this day Aeon thinks that they didn't do anything wrong.

- Losing their only friends made them hate halloween and didn't find pranking fun anymore. (no halloween costume for this exact reason

How they feel about their school: Not sure why their parents put them here, but they're adapting to it. Despite their dislike to most of the faculty including the Prefects and Mr. Burton specifically, they'll still follow the school rules.

———

Aeon is not part of a clique, and they had their fair share of opinions towards other clique's.

- Befriending few of the Preps and Jocks was hard, but Aeon keeps trying despite always being the butt of their jokes.

- ^ Aeon helped Tad Spencer multiple times with the gardening and personal problems, Gord and Pinky taking a liking on Aeon for some reason. They only befriended Dan and Kirby and that's all, tho Aeon doesn't remember how they became friends in the first place.

- Aeon doesn't know the Greasers that well and would rather stay out of their way.

- Aeon gets along pretty well with the Nerds.. but they don't really go out their way to be closer to them.

- Aeon hates the bullies and would rather see them die instead of giving them a chance. They don't give them their satisfaction by not reacting to their bullying, ignoring them like they were never there. Depending on the bully, they'd probably would try to flee before they try to do something worse to them.

- Townies? Aeon is afraid of them and can't really find a way to befriend them without crying.

———

- Gender’s never been a big deal to Aeon. Labels like “girl” or “boy” just never fit right, and having to stick to one felt like too much. Thing is, they don’t really care how people see them.. a girl, boy, whatever. If someone refers to them based on how they look, Aeon just goes on with it. They never give a straight answer when asked about their gender, either.

"What’s in your pants?" "Uh, my underwear." "What’s under that?" "I dunno."

Google asexual drake. That’s pretty much how Aeon sees themselves.

- Dorms wouldn't help you figure it out, Aeon lives with a friend. Rent free.

- Most people see them as a girl, few people see them as a boy.

- Aeon surely would like kisses and hugs, but they never would wanna be in a serious relationship as that's too much to handle. Yes, they really like Jimmy. Yes, they don't want to actually date him.

- unlabeled

- Learnt a lot of pick-up lines from romcoms they watched.

———

- Both of their parents are dead, their dad killed themselves and their mom got murdered by her new boyfriend the next day. On how Aeon reacted to this, they were pretty upset that they all died in the same week without giving Aeon time to grieve.

- Aeon raised themselves since their dad doesn't give the time and day to try talking with their own child, before taking his own life. Aeon is not close to both of their parents.

- Aeon became self-destructive and pessimistic about their future after their parents died. They feel so stuck and hopeless that they wouldn’t hesitate to do something dangerous and reckless.

- They have Stage 1 of Rheumatoid Arthritis. Due to Aeon being finaically dependent on their parents, it's nearly impossible for Aeon to pay the treatment all by themselves. How they survive is basically up to you because idk either lol

- For Prosopagnosia, they rely heavy on unique parts of a person and voice. For example, if Jimmy has a spiky hair which no one else has in the school— Aeon would recognize him easily. (but Aeon has to remember it first)

- Afraid that being open about their condition might make the bullying worse, Aeon does everything they can to hide it. They make sure no one ever finds out what’s really going on with them. It'll be harder to do so now that the school gives them a permit to skip classes like p.e class for how god knows long.

quotes:

- I can't wait to see my parents the year I'm out of here!

- Well, I saw a cat the other day. It was really cute!

- I wanna really bring my English scores up to A+.. would make going to college really easier.

- I've planted a really rare yet beautiful flower a while ago, you gotta have to see it!

- My favorite comic released a new volume way earlier than it's scheduled!

- I saw a movie that made me cry because of how good it is.

Ignacio Valdez

- Ignacio is outspoken and eerily calm most of the time, yet he's violent and disturbingly callous when it comes to bullying others. Around his friends, he'd act outgoing and even becomes defensive of them, showing an intense loyalty to the few who accept him for who he is.

- Can be emotionally unstable and aggressive under stress, mostly due to his temper issues. His act easily crumbles when someone shows him genuine comfort.

- Ignacio’s already got a reputation for bashing faces and sending people to the hospital. Rumors say that he's secretly a serial killer based off how he torments people and how he always smell like iron.

- Well. yes. it's true.

- He’s sensitive to criticism and doesn’t hesitate to retaliate by picking a fight. It gets worse if you’re alone with him—he won’t think twice about throwing you 12 feet underground. He's also the type to think his opinion is superior than others.. don't get him twitter I beg you

- He lives in a house in secluded part of the town where his parents left him in, you can think on how it looks like. There's a mattress in the living room and there's blood stains on the wooden floor.

- Ignacio would end a persons life if they disrespected him and tried to control his life. But he would also kill out of boredom to feel fullfillled. In another way, he'd kill to earn money too.

- He has a burnt scar on the side of his face during the time he was Greaser, a Prep threw the fire cracker back at his face.

- After leaving Greasers then joining the Bullies, he took the bandage off. He believes the scar makes him look tough and scary.

- He believes in aliens, zombies, conspiracy theories and "2012 is the end of the world." He only talks about them to Aeon.

How they feel about school: He fears to be expelled after getting onto a lot of detentions many times, so he tries his best to not fuck this up this time and HOPEFULLY he graduates.

———

- He became part of the Bullies easily since he was friends with Tom and Wade the time he was a Greaser.

- His depart from Greasers is because of his personal problems with Johnny. Everyone besides Johnny doesn't know why Ignacio left.

- Ignacio avoids them on sight, not wanting to talk worrying it'll be awkward. He does think about them time to time.

- Still can't believe that his relationship with Johnny was actually a situationship (my guy is not moving on)

- He still carries his Greaser mentality when hating the Preps. Has a resentment and grudge towards Chad Morris.

- Just like other bullies, he has strong dislike towards the Nerds. Hated Algernon the most.

- Ignacio doesn't have any opinion towards the Jocks, he has good terms with some of them but can't really stand both Ted and Damon. I like to think the Jocks can't be intimidated by him

- Ignacio tried to fight with the Townies and got his ass beat before landing a punch. So, yeah. the hate is mutual

———

- The reason he thought Johnny liked him back is because they made out one time. He also called Johnny his ex after finding out Johnny and Lola are dating.

- bicurious

- He is really CLINGY and affectionate..

- He really wants a girlfriend (or a boyfriend as a last option) so bad, he keeps thinking every compliment means they wanna woo him.

"I like your look!"

"Thanks. so you wanna go on a date?"

"...no."

He sometimes would harass women to go out with him, and backs off if she said no for the 5th time.

- His goal in life is to get married before his thirties and probably would want to continue his bloodline.

- His parents hated him because he was being "disrespectful" and disobedient, to the point they moved countries to get away from their own son. Honestly they didn't want to admit that their parenting skills sucks ass and made Ignacio worse than they already are.

- there would be more but i geniuenly don't know anything else to write

quotes:

- What's up, you whore?!

- Nice clothes.. wouldn't be so nice if I poured oil on it huh?

- Go cry to your daddy for more allowance, prep!

- Okay, okay! Fine! You win! I don't care anymore..!

- I've been thinking of picking up girls from other schools since every girl in this school is so deviant..

———

Ignacio and Aeon's relationship

to keep it short, Ignacio thinks they're best friends-- Aeon thinks they're in a hostage friendship. Aeon currently lives with him.

After Aeon comforted him over Ignacio struggling to overcome his feelings on his ex, he started to get attached. Like attached to where Ignacio would depend their mental health on Aeon, expecting them to 'fix' him because no one else could.

Aeon believes Ignacio can change. It's just a slow process, that's why they insist on staying with him until he becomes a 'better person'. Always defending him like they owed their life to him, and would rather die to let Ignacio be his own without them.

Ignacio seems really loyal to Aeon, he never gets angry at them and treats them like some kind of savior. His fucked up mental state has convinced him that Aeon is the only person who could ever truly understand him, and he clings to the idea of staying together until death.

Keep them separated if you can.

im posting out of rush and I haven't read all of it so tell me if ure confused abt smth

[tiredsmashbros]

and so we are gathered here today, to hear TSB's horrible 1k sobbing {LONG}

well guys, it's been officially a week later since the end of the "birthday party" event. crazy it already flew by fast but formerly something i really wanted to say from the very start: thank you.

quite frankly i know i could've just made a simple thank you text as a normal person does, but i wanted to really to show my gratitude by giving something nice. and that something nice was the discord server until... my chaotic brain decided to make a daily week event inspired by scott cawthon UIGHJDSXUKGJH but otherwise- i hope everyone enjoyed tuning in everyday and i've personally been having a blast talking and hanging out with everyone since.

now, i got my secret final card up my sleeve that i've been wanting to do. was to give back something to some specific folks. amazing folks. folks that one: were my introduction to this amazing smg4 community, and two: friends i've made that has genuinely changed my life for the better, and three: been the greatest support i could've ever asked. it's still insane to me that i knew my life would be changed the moment i clicked on a youtube video of someone yapping about a specific blue and purple character from a gmod meme show and if they would work canonical. following up with me just 3 hrs later my first fanart doodle for myself. with just recently that moment being so happy i reached 100 followers on here... if you would've told me four months later that it'll exceedingly grow 10x i would laugh at you and walked away... you guys are insane in the best way possible it has scared me to death, but never have i done better improving my skills and mental health.

and with that, i give to thy, my absolute wholeheartedly appreciation:

@theartistisme43 you were the, if not one of, my first exposure to the community on twitter when i was looking for fanart on day one. i remember vividly being so captivated by your smg4 au by implementing sign language to your smg4 rigs. especially cause despite i've been meaning to relearn sign language for years, it has a special place in my heart for personal reasons. i remember being so obsessed with your animations replaying it again and again and adoring your art style so much. i've been {and still am} really shy expressing my feelings but seriously man i genuinely love your work so, so, SO much. it's still insane to me how you get the unfortunate rope under your feet by some nasty ass fools on twitter, but ong, they're just so jealous our your gmod rigging talent and storytelling. seriously man keep going!! always excited to see what you cooking up next! 💛

@ominus-potato + @bluestrawberrybunny adding you both together because ong it will feel weird to me if i didn't. of course, i am a fanfic addict once i get into a new fixation... and you two have been feeding me graciously. ominus, i love and get inspired by your fics SO MUCH it's insane to me how i'm alive after reading a new piece you've made /pos. you were also my introduction to marware and i've stayed since even if it was started of as a joke UIGHJV. strawberry i remember discovering you on artfight but exploded when i found out you were the creator of the apprenticeship au fic. i was shy to read it but i've been wanting to give you something before artfight started i finally caved in to the lore and my only regret is not getting into it sooner. i love both of ya'lls writing styles so much it's inspired me to genuinely get back into writing fanfics. thank you both so much and please continue writting!!!! i get so excited every now and again going to bed reading them. 💛🌈

@aquaproductions and speaking about artfight... yoU! i remember discovering you actually from trap sanchez's smg4 map BECAUSE THE AMOUNT OF TIMES I WAS PAUSING TO SEE EVERY PEICE TO THEN EXPLODE WHEN YOU SHOWED THEM AT THE END HIUGJHFEDS i LOVE you style so much and god when i got the message from you on artfight i actually fucking screamed. even getting that attacked for you has never once failed to make me smile. i've overcome it by now,, but i genuinely was really shy because you are just so cool and i'm still going crazy the fact your a fan of the boys LIKE BROOOOOOOOOO IUGHJDSXYUJ. ahem- anyways... kEEP BEING SLAY AQUA!!!!! 💛💕💛

@coralalala64 + @cookiepopcat ah yes another duo bc im trying to shorten this but cause you both played a similar role for me. you two, i kid you not, are the first folks i followed while joining the smg4 community. i am in love with your traditional work sm corala i am just obsessed with comics and seeing someone was making 34 comics just made me jump in glee. additionally i love the c r e a t u r e gag sO MUCH T&*YGUIHJK. cookie in general i adore your artstyle so much and especially how you add those little sparks on the hair GUHH ITS SO CUTEEEE!!! i became more of a bigger fan from your shark au and now a fan of ur new au with 3! so excited to see what you guys got cooking up next!!! 🌿💛

@zurkton i know we don't get the opportunity to talk much more but i seriously wanted to feature you in as my appreciation from the insane support you've been giving me. seeing your comments make me smile in glee and even a bonus seeing something new you make. i adore your gmod style of these silly mario recolors BUT SRSLY MAN UR OWN STYLE IS SO GOOD AND SEEING U MADE AN OC FINALLY GUH ITS BEEN IN MY TO DO LIST FOR SOOOOOOO LONG. JUST GUH I LOVE UR WORK SO MUCH PLEASE CONTINUE BEING AWESOME AND I HOPE WE CAN GET MORE TIME TO BE ABLE TO YAP MORE!!! /GEN 💛🍳

@clownypillar oh yeah. you bet your buggy ass i added you on here. cause bRO i was surprised to find someone else who loves bugs it made my little me so happy. and i still have not gotten over that smg4 cult of the lamb au you made since, i love that game sm seeing that on my feed just made me immediately become a fan. doesn't help the fact blue/silas says really amazing and silly things about you in our talks i was so shy finding the right opportunity to try and talk to you qnq,, and when the opportunity did come up {bot issue} I GOT EVEN MORE NERVOUS IHKJFEGDSXUGJH /POS i love your humor sm man you are so fun and i apologize silas has gotten you under the theory trap sigh... but other than that i need to get back into my retired bug fixation and find more ways to make fun of you as we yap and appreciate dr pepper 💛🌈🥤🐛

@libbytwq i still remember the day i got that tsb piece from you on artfight and literally screaming and running around my room in glee seeing my silly man in a silly looney pose. seriously man, ever since i saw that i immediately became a fan of you. i just am a sucker for your style man /srs. hECK i remember struggling so hard to pICK someone to fight back bc i genuinely loved all your ocs and wanted to do everyone- i also find it sO funny and ig coincidental theres so many like coincidences with you??? ong i need to say this or im going to continue going crazy- like ong libby {oc} reminds me one of my trusted friends oc and brings me back to my 2016 nostalgia days, i actually have an oc name lore who has a similar hair style as smgl:e, AND THE FACT WITH OUR SMG4 OCS LORE SIMILARITIES LIKE BRO WE LIVE IN A MATRIX OR SOME SHIT THIS MAKES MY BRAIN EXPLODE AAAAAIOYUIGHJEFDSXZ /J but in all seriousness bro, i love talking with you and seeing your silly work so much. i know you're gonna be makin awesome things bro and you bETTER WIN THOSE MARCHING BAND COMPETITIONS IUGJHEDS 👑🍔🌈💛

@its-a-me-mango mango mango mango... YOU BRITISH FREAK- anyways. you seriously were one of my favorite artist when i joined and ngl i was absolutely terrified talking to you to the point i legit thought you hated me at some point IOKJEHFDWS heCk getting that attack from you on artfight blew my fucking mind bc i was screaming over the tari duck since af was the only place i dropped the tari love interest and i didnt realized it until i looked at your page that you were THE MANGO... bro i actually fucking exploded you have no fucking idea how happy i was 🌈. like you are one srsly one of my favorite inspirations man i love your artwork, your humor, and just everything man. i'm still going internally insane that im talking to you sm bro and the memes we mAKE BRO IM UYIGJHFDWSXZYUITJG THANK YOU FOR BEING SUCH A SILLY MANGO HORSE DOCTOR DUDE, YOU ARE SO COOL, INCREDIBLE, AND MAN WHERE IS THAT SNOWTRAPPED 1K YOU PROMISED /J i could go on a bit more but im literally exploding just writing this rn so now imma just lalalalalalalala 🍔💛🌈🥭🐴

@josiekatxd / josiekatxd jo. you are one insane creature /pos. LIKE DAMN MAN YOU DRAW SO FAST IT WAS WILD GETTING ALL THE AMAZING TSB GIFTS AND GETTING TO KNOW MORE OF UR OC 7 JUST BECAME A MORE JOYOUS RIDE!!!! i love your work so much man and the amount of support i've gotten from you makes me so so SOOSOSOSOS HAPPY ITS OVERWHELMING /POS. i enjoy talking with you man {even if i may be slow at timess..} pLEASE dont be afraid to send me smth, more yummy art or MEMEMSSSSS i appreciate anything and everything!!! this was honestly such a joy getting to draw 7 again she's been stuck in my head for so long hELPPP /SILLY 🌿⭐️💛

@rr3d2y AKO!!!!! YOU!!!!!!! YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SERIOUSLY MAN EVER SINCE THAT ATTACK YOU MADE FOR ME FROM ARTFIGHT I HAVE BEEN A DIEHARD FAN SINCE. I WENT ABSOLUTELY INSANE OVER IT SO MUCH I HAD TO SHARE IT WITH MY IRL FRIENDS IT MADE ME SO HAPPY. EVEN MORE HOW YOU ACTUALLY IMPLEMENT MY INTERESTS EVERY TIME YOU ATTACKED??? LIKE HELLOOOO??????? AND DAWKO??????? AND JUST UR OC IN GENERAL I LOVE HER SO MUCH BROOOO IUYGJHEFWDCSXZUYHKJ EDWSHJDCS LIKE DUDE I HAD NO IDEA HOW MUCH I COULD WRITE A FULLBLOWN ESSAY UNTIL YOU BARGED IN WITH YUMMY ART EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. YOU SPOIL ME SO MUCH AKO YOU ARE INSANELY INCREDIBLE AND SUCH A JOY TO TALK TO AND BE SILLY WITH. IT MADE ME SO HAPPY TO FIND SOMEONE WHO SHARES MY INTERESTS FROM THE START AND I STILL GO CRAZY EVERY TIME ANY OF IT IS MENTIONED. WHETER ITS SMG4, DAWKO, CG5, FAIRYOFFPARENTS, SONIC, WOLVERINE UYIGJHEFDSCXUIGJH IT ALL MAKES ME JUMP UP AND DOWN KICKING MY FEET MAN. I MEAN IT WHEN I SAY IM A BIG FAN AKO. I APPRECIATE EVERY SINGLE 1 MILLION PERCENT AND ADORE YOUR SUPPORT SO MUCH. THANK YOU AKO THE GREAT!!!! LIFETIME SUPPLY OF CHOCOLATE MILK FOR YOU!!!!!!! 🍫🥛💛🌈🍔💕

@radiantrevolt i know your not in the smg4 community whatsoever let alone know anything but i srsly meant it that receiving your support was such a big deal to me man. i never expected you to join the server but it genuinely made me feel more secure knowing i got you right my side just like old times. your support means the world to me man even if i suck as explaining or expressing that. you genuinely mean a lot to me man and the fact your still sticking around if still mind boggling to me evermore. thank you ander for staying by my side and willing to do so even at a space your unfamiliar with. being able to talk to you again has been such a joyride 💛💛💛💛🌈🐈‍⬛

and lastly...

these two freaks...

@strange0-0storm + @bluesbox... honestly... i owe you two a lot. genuinely. storm i remember you specifically when i first started acknowledging the smg4 community bc of how recognizable smg8 was on tumblr and immediately finding you to be so cool. so cool in fact, I WAS TOO SHY TO INTERACT TYIGHJFEDS. i LOVE smg8 so much and getting to see your other ocs such as jessee, cold cash, spamton... 8YIUGFEDSU J ITS JUST SO COOL AND HOLY FUCK MAN I LOVE YOUR ART SO FUCKING MUCH. I AM STILL FUCKING OBSESSED WITH THE TSB PIECE FROM ARTFIGHT MAN VDCXZUYJHGF ITS JUST SO PERFECT I CAN GO FUKING GO OFF AGAIN IHUGFJEDS but in all seriousness man, thank you so much for having the courage to respond to my lipbite comic, to me having the courage to follow you back and interact with you more, to giving me the courage again to join ur server, and the courage to say yes to watching popee with you and silas. finn you have no idea how much your silly words have an impact on me you make me so nervous in the most positive silliest way you have no idea how genuine happy i was being in that call for the very first time. even tho i know how quiet and anxious i was from the start, it was cause i was so shy and nervous bc man it was you! YOU!!!! you're such a fucking awesome guy finn i want you to seriously never forget that!!!! silas, thank you for even talking to me. hell, even after finn left to sleep we stayed and yapped for few more hours. i was never expecting that outcome ever in my life due to past experiences, and im so glad to the earth and back that it did come out as it did. i love talking to you man, i love seeing your work so much, and adore and appreciate to the fullest all the gifts you made me. thank you even more for getting me into the great gatsby and returning my hidden sherlock fixation back to light. i appreciate it way more that i can ever express it man. whether it may us talking about our day, silly nonsense, or me bullying you /j, it makes me so happy. and so grateful i can call you and finn my friends. you guys seriously helped me get out of my darkest angst shell i've had caged inside myself for the past, i didnt think i would ever escape from let alone actually be able to heal from. i didn't think i could ever be the happy ever again. like guys, i look forward to every week getting to get on a call with you guys so much its honestly my favorite activity/event of the week. i know im just silly guy i don't ever show my sappy self ever to ya'll but i mean it wholeheartedly ya'll helped me out so much more than you guys could ever imagine. i love you both so much i just wanna pick you two up and throw you into a canon so we could all go to disney world together and be just be silly. thank you finn, thank you silas 💛🤍💙🍔🍟🥤

i could honestly continue yapping but i was not expecting this to take longer than i was originally expecting so imma just end it here for now. i do want to thank everyone in the smg4 community for your continuous support. the amount of appreciation and love i get is still insane for me to grasp and i adore every single piece of giftart i've ever received. never did i expect to grow this big let alone meet such incredible and talented people ever in my life. i genuinely love all of you guys. thank you so much and onwards to more silliness!!! 🍔🌈 ⛅️🌿

[decaffeinatedcandycane]

T1f1 bad traits (in my opinion. Not based on game lore.)

Starting strong with Captain John "I know what is best for you" Price

It has been talked about it in here a lot. This issue stems from John "knowing" everything and dictating people left and right. His partner is no exception.

Micromanagement king.

You gotta speak some serious boundaries with this man or he will guide you and correct you just as much as he will spoil you.

The captain is very perceptive and passionate. Sometimes this passion can turn into obsession. So be aware, if you lit a certain fire within him, he can accidentally burn you with it.

Simon Ghost Riley is our number two. Reboot version - creature of habit - his "own" habit. He will annoying you with his everyday routine and will take a long, long, long time to change it.

Not because he doesn't want to, but because it is hard for him to switch habits.

This includes "forgetting his partner exists", for like the first two weeks of your relationship.

He is loyal like a dog, but will literally your existence. May even tackle you to the ground, after you move in with him, because he though you are an intruder.

Will take your stuff, without asking, so he can have your scent and get used to you.

Also, very mean humor. If he likes you, he will make fun of you, with appropriate, only for him, jokes. (This is how he tests the waters)

Will move your relationship faster. Absolute cavemen behavior. (Blame it on efficiency)

Soap Mactavish. The Sergent, not the captain. ( for the captain, combine all you read about the sergent, minus the energy and passion. He has that tamed, since, well, he is a captain)

I am sorry, but he is a nuisance. Annoying boyfriend energy and clingy af. Loud, proud and always at your hip. On the plus side - he can do tricks on command.

Like a husky, he will whine and test your patience, and boundaries.

Has A LOT of energy. Basically Sanderson on steroids. Jumps and smacks you out of nowhere.

He does not know his own strength, sometimes you wondering he everything a human being, or how his bunkies are still alive?

He is just like an annoying younger sibling, with the exception that he is your boyfriend.

And but not least,

Gaz

Fire, fire, fire.

You see how he speaks in campaing?

Guess how bitchy in everyday life he is. And he gets easily pissed especially after a long deployment.

You can't win an argument against him, even if you strip naked.

He will still hit it, but.... will keep arguing while doing so.

Yes, you are not safe.

Gaz is sassy and feels things pretty deeply. So I would be careful if I was you. Do not piss that boy off.

Also, if he headbutts with Price, or Price offers his opinion on you (paw paw is also the king of unsolicited advice) and Gaz dislikes it, he will get snappy at you. So I would avoid him, if he is in a mood.

Konig is not in the task force, but idgaf so let's go.

Very straight forward, blunt and egotistical. Kind of like Price, minus the empathy.

Will refuse to help, after he told you something didn't work and you did it anyway.

Will cave in after he remembers you are not a soldier and are someone he loves. (Or when you get mad at him)

He will get to his emotional side, eventually and drop the ego act, but until then - you are stuck with him being an ass.

I wanna say narcissist, but not quite. Idk. (Will leave that undone here, not elaborate and fuck off to the next character)

Andre Nikto

Hehe

Lose screws. A lot of them scattered around on the floor.

He is psychotic, has voices in his head and takes his medication if they all feel like it.

Trusts no one.

Will make a move on you after he makes sure they (him plus the voices) won't accidentally or on purpose hurt, or kill you.

It is complicated.

Very forward. Takes decisions and acts fast. Some say, he is a daredevil, but nobody dares to dare him to say for sure. Hehe

Expect lots of jealousy, insecurity and macho energy for him. Traditional man.

Likes when you talk to him and ask how all of them are, and group discuss (yes, you have group discussions) about whatever you want. Soooo, that's a plus. And, you have more opinions on something, so you see more sides.

Also, some voices side with you all the time, so, yeah, you got it.

He isn't THAT disfigured, but he is disfigured. He has a face, but some parts may be missing.

And he is VERY sensitive about the issues. Proceed with caution.

Gabriel T. Rorke

He is the man and will not stop showing it. Chavilerity (can't spell that), handyman behavior....mansplaining who?

He means well, just doesn't realize how annoying he is being.

At least you house is fixed.

Also, lots of trauma. He has night terrors, which he says he doesn't have (loves being tough) and will use you as his therapist.

Sorry girl, but if you get him talking, he is Sharing...sharing.

Protective and will tell men to back off of you, when needed ( it is not needed, he is just jealous and wants the pricks away from you)

[ymustutortureme]

What are some books you read because of booktok that were just terrible/underwhelming? I have a bunch.

1) ACOTAR, of course. Read in 2022.

The absolute hatred I have for this series is unmatched. The stupid retcons of characters, SJM taking credit for diversity when fans started making headcanons about character's appearances, an insufferable FMC, an even worse love interest (RhySAnd) who literally SAd her, never apologised or got consequences for this and also hid the fact that her pregnancy could kill her. The author being a Zionist with her ideologies showing in her books (NC/HC/CoN are apartheid states, SC being destroyed by Feyre as revenge on Tamlin, thousands of people being displaced and killed while the white FMC never gets punished for this??)

2) From Blood and Ash (FBAA) by Jennifer L. Armentrout and it's prequel (can't even remember the name). Read in 2023.

Firstly, the FMC (Poppy) in FBAA was hella annoying and all the smut scenes were cringe (honeydew?? Iykyk) The lore was definitely being made up as she went along. All the world building was told to the reader because Poppy would ask questions and another character would answer them.

Secondly, the character names. The FMC's best friends or something is a WOC named...Tawny. a shade of brown. Are you serious? Then the MMC's best friend is a black man named Kieran which if you didn't know, literally translated to 'little dark one.'

Thirdly, the writing was terrible, repetitive and boring af. The prequel had too much unnecessary smut (like every freaking chapter!!) and there were too many 'haha stabby FMC' jokes. The books were way too long for no reason.

3) Serpent and Dove by Shelby Mahurin. Read in 2023.

Again, the character names. The FMC has a best friend who's a WOC, named Cosette. But Coco for short. Again, why is her nickname a shade of brown?? As a brown person, this is so weird to me. It's like having a white character named Milk. At times, Cosette would say smth to make her seem uncivilised and then the white FMC would be like omg noo how could you be so cruel?

Both girls are witches and for some reason in this book, whenever witches use magic they leave behind a smell. Oh like, perfume? Smoke? No, body odour. At least that's what it came across as to me (my memory isn't great).

And the FMC was so annoying. She kept singing a weird ass tavern song called...you guessed it...Big tiddy Liddy. About a woman with huge tits. Girl. Her entire personality was that she's loud, outspoken and promiscuous. Ok you're sexually liberated but why is that 50% of your personality??

Also the plot was weird af it was arranged marriage between the witch FMC and the witch hunter MMC. He attacked her and then was bound by some weird law to marry her?? Why not just arrest her (being a witch is illegal) or kill her. That's your job, why would you have to marry her?

4) Verity by Colleen Hoover. Read in 2023.

The only CH book I ever read, and it was terrible.

The plot was so weird. The FMC and MMC have an affair while his terminally ill wife is in a coma (except she was faking the whole time). They read her private journals (which seemed horrible but she was actually writing the opposite of what she thought. It was full of erotica about her husband and other disturbing thoughts).

Her and her husband have 3 kids but their twin daughters both died in tragic circumstances (separately). Their son is like 4.

The FMC and husband kill his wife by suffocating her and frame it as natural. Then an epilogue where the FMC is pregnant and she discovers a letter from the wife where she reveals that everything she wrote about was the exact opposite of her actual thoughts, so she didn't actually want her kids to die). But the FMC isn't disturbed she's just like oh nvm I won't tell him tho because he's been through so much and he deserves happiness. Miss girl??? Ma'am? You killed an innocent woman.

Anyways I've never touched a CH book since then and my life is much better.

Anyways thanks for reading my rant. You guys can reblog with bad books you've read and wouldn't wish on your enemies.

[lilybecca1]

Hi! Can I ask your top 5 fav BKDK fics recs? Thx so much 🥰

Hi! Sure! *Pulls out a list*

Okay just kidding

I've read like a TON of bkdk fics so far but the ones that actually got to me are just a few.

Starting with: The Way You Used To Do by edema_ruh

Yeah, no one can say that it's overrated because it's the absolute best bkdk fic I have ever read out of, well, A LOT. It's also the first ever bkdk fic I have ever read, which doubles the attachment I have towards that fic cause imagine being introduced to the world of fanfictions about your favorite ship and starting out with THE saint scroll of BakuDeku 😭 that fic set the bar higher than the freaking Mount Everest and it left a lasting scar in me so yeah, I don't think any other fic will ever top that one. It's a must read, if you're a BKDK shipper and haven't read it yet that's illegal. TWYUTD is my shrine.

Second one, I would have to say In the Dark by Jane_Harl0w. Actually, my top 4 fic recs are all some of the first fics that I have read so that probably contributes to the reason why I have such high expectations of bkdk fics 😂 Like the beginning of In the Dark, holy sh*t. Almost as good as TWYUTD. And the ending freaking broke me. (Spoilers ahead). I remember reading the second to last chapter and I kid you not, I was in DISTRESS, cause there was only one more chapter left and no way the story was going to have a good ending cause they were kidnapped and there's no way in hell they would survive and escape when there's ONE chapter left. And then I clicked on the last chapter and saw the "Trigger warning: s**cide" and I broke 😭 I'm pretty sure I cried for hours cause I seriously believed they were gonna die and the absolute DREAD I felt when I knew the story wasn't going to have a good ending. But then it actually did have a good ending, and that's the only reason why In the Dark isn't number 1, because I would have been traumatized for life if the story actually ended how I thought it would.

There was also a lot of fluff and I loved their interactions, it reminded me of how they would have been like as childhood best friends. Although I kind of hated all the smut ngl, that ruined it for me a little. Without it, In the Dark would definitely rival TWYUTD for me.

Number 3: The Devil Ships ZeKu by xairylleactually. I had no idea what the fic's title was for such a long time cause my stupid ass didn't save it and I haven't been able to find it for MONTHS but someone finally found it so THANK YOU. It was about Deku and Bakugo finding out that fanfictions exist about each other and a whole lotta pining through it all. This one wasn't even finished, but it was the first time I ever came along this concept and the way it was written was reaaaaaally good.

Number 4 is Operation BakuDeku by ratnotfound

It's a crack fic, I remember it being hilarious af, also there's a lot of fluff. Really loved the texting theme in it and the class interactions. Even Mineta lmao. People can hate on him as much as they want but he can be funny as hell sometimes.

I actually wasn't sure what to put on the number 5 spot but I ended up with Fire Lily by EtherealBeing. The reason I loved this fic so much is because of the world building. Cause like goddamn I could make my own fanfiction about the world alone 😂 the angel world, the demon world, the lore behind God and the Deep, everything was so genuinely interesting to read that I swear I enjoyed the world building better than the actual bkdk in it lmao. (Although that church scene was kinda top tier ngl)

Also honorable mentions:

Deku Enchanted by s_the_queen (didn't finish it but the beginning was hilarious af, I swear it's one of the funniest I've read out of all of them. Deku basically gets hit by an obedience quirk which makes him obey whatever people ask from him, creating a lot of...interesting situations lmao )

They ship us? by Raltaya (don't remember it much but it was pretty good. It's about Bakugo and Deku finding out about their ship and then pining for each other)

If I Have You by dommymommy (it's not finished yet but the ANGST and it's not even the typical kind of angst, it's actually good and it deals with more mature feelings than just simple pining and being flustered around each other. Their relationship is much more grounded in this one, but with a lot more heavy feelings than other fics. I definitely recommend reading it, it filled my soul with warmth. It's the perfect example of when you know you love each other but it hurts too much to be together)

I've read tons of Villain Deku fics but so far Forget Me Not by Scorned_By_Thornz (WynterThornz) was the only one that actually made me believe that he COULD become a villain. The pure angst, humiliation, and sickening feelings between them is just wow. Prime example of how a relationship can turn bitter even though you love each other. Has a good ending, but man I feel sorry for Izuku for how they treated him in the fic.

Dreams Change People by FireRuby1 (it's a time travel fic where they get stuck in the past and relive their childhood experiences. Lots of good moments but the moment when Bakugo relived the river scene was what sold me.)

To Stand by Your Side by aeronines (also didn't finish this one cause I was too impatient...yeah, I have commitment issues, anyway...but this fic was actually really good, Bakugo is younger in this one and Deku is a pro hero, and it was very interesting to see their dynamic this way)

Hero Class Civil Warfare by RogueDruid (Icarius51) (Not specifically bkdk but Deku is really f*king smart in this one, the plot twists are insane, like fr kudos to the author for coming up with them cause I for sure would have never been able to. The story itself is about a competition between the Hero and the Villain team, and Bakugo is the leader of the Hero team while Deku is the leader of the Villain team. The Villain team is low-key badass in this one)

Mirror Image by Eleke (Bakugo gets sent through the multiverse in this one. Pretty interesting AUs appear, and I liked the ending a lot)

In Another Life by Hollandvice (A part of me died with this fic. But in a good way. Like it could have had the opportunity to complete break my soul if the ending went down differently, so thank f*ck that it didn't, I narrowly avoided future heart problems. It's damn well written and I recommend it to everyone who wants to read an emotionally impactful story)

Get on my Level by Mikacrispy (this time Bakugo is the pro hero and Izuku is the younger one. Lots of fluff and I really loved the ending, it was very touching)

To Win You Again (with trembling hands) by DoesItSaySassOnMyUniform (this fic was amazing, especially the ending. I absolutely loved their confession, it was the most realistic confession I have ever seen in any fic so far)

That's it, I hope you'll like these fics too! 💚

[kimberlygbart]

Role Swap AU Masterpost

If you're old enough in my blog then you remember [this]

Yeah in the end I never even updated that, it's almost a year since the mod was actually released but hey I'm here!

This also might be the last post regarding the AU. It's over fr, I've reached my dream in wanting to release a mod of it and getting fanart sooo yay, the AU is done for, but dw! I've kept Whitmore, turned him into an OC.

If I don't forget to post again lol Y'all will see more of him!

Anyways here is the mod!!!

Above it's all art I've made for it alongside a GIF :P

And below the cut, you will find more links, such as gameplay and all the music! INCLUDING the full-ass complete lore of the AU!

ya that's right!! Community game played my game ain't that crazy! Okay so here is all you need to know:

This is an AU where Whitty (now who's referred as Whitmore as his last name only) and Updike (Gabriel in this AU, he doesn't know his last name or anything since he was abandoned) switch places. ONLY they do in this AU, all others stay the same. Conrad Whitmore was raised by The Greater Good (similar concept to SCP) after being found in abandoned and crashed down lab as a doomsday experiment. TGG saw him as an useful tool Being fed well and trained since childhood, he's naturally taller and bigger than average Whitty. Also more tired. Just because Conrad had a good childhood doesn't mean he was free of trauma btw ☝ He had many experiments done on him such as vivisectomy, endoscopy and multiple blood tests and even organ removals, however he was often manipulated by TGG into doing this of free will, ever since as a kid.

For those who ask "well what about Carol? Does she still date the Whitty from this universe?" yes she did! Hex and Carol are/were still Conrad's closest people he has had in his life But Carol eventually broke up with Conrad once she learnt the true nature of his job. A big rift developes between them, with her trying to desperately convince him TGG is not the better solution it claims to be, while Conrad defends it with his life for is the only thing he knows. Their fights escalate a lot, until she visits him in his office. Needless to say it didn't go well.

I have an animatic as well! In a resume, their (verbal) fights gets him so agitated, he enters his ballistic stage where he hasn't felt that in years besides while a kid. And during his rage he pulls the trigger while Carol calls him names (monster being one). TGG covers the crime, the lyrics are important btw!

This all happened when Conrad was 21, Carol's death is tragic enough he enter a depressive episode + is taken back to his 'original bunker house' (where he was raised) by TGG for 5 years for reevaluation. Hex is the only one who knows what happened because Conrad told him. That's pretty much the lore? I think? UH anywasy tldr I became so attached to Conrad I've scrapped the 'swap' alternate reality of it and turned him into Whitty's twin brother (and Carol isn't dead there).

Also out of respect for Sock.Clip, Gabriel, or TGG no longer exists, I'm just dumping this here to be registered in my tumblr since it was the only social media I never uploaded the lore of my AU completely. But yes, swap whitty is fully dead, ofc ppl can make art for it duh, I just mean I won't be making content of it ever again, Conrad instead is being brought to the 'original' fnf world, and will be currently Whitty's twin, but his lore or story has been completely rebooted.

Thank you for reading all this damn ur a true homie!!!

[ilchulsoleil]

DO NOT TRY MANIFESTING A BEATLES BOYFRIEND!! PLEASE!!! YOU HAVE BEEN SEVERELY WARNED!!!

I HAVE ACCIDENTALLY MANIFESTED THREE JOHN LENNON LOVE INTERESTS IN THE PAST YEAR ALONE!!! I have learned my lesson.

(first and last ones are genuinely uncanny)

Each scenario and how it affected me:

Ok I lied, the first guy I've known for longer than when I first started liking John Lennon (I know. I KNOW.)

First guy, I highkey thought he was a girl when I met him (for a whole two months) and I was really intimidated by him at first but then we became friends and he got me into making music & I've wrote songs about him but he has no idea and he's kind of f-cked up by his youth & we've known each other since we were teenagers. We've tensed up our tight-knit friend group more times than I'd like to admit & the best I can describe our relationship is like enemies to something grander than lovers in a constant cycle only comparable to doomed yuri, but I love him & he loves me back even if things get between us.

This is literally Paul and John guys. He's my John. Like, my official one.

The second guy, my gosh, guys, (derogatory) I started becoming friends with this guy who is literally 1970 raggety, greasy ass John Lennon, and I swear to you I didn't know him for longer than a week and he asked me out without even remembering my name </3 Something's definitely up with this guy but after I ignored him for half a year we became friends again.

Guys. Honorable (or dishonorable) mention is actually this freak ass guy I hung out with ONCE at a volunteer thing for a stageshow and he wasn't even PART OF IT. He just WALKED IN AND SAT AROUND. And he was really bad at everything but he was funny and I guess that got to him cause I never spoke to him again but I saw him last month at a party and the weirdo was in HEAT 😒genuinely hate him. Looked like 1970 John, acted worse than what 1968 mutton chops looks like.

Sigh..

The last guy. Man. This was simmering in the pot of lore, man. I sort of knew this guy, and the first time any of my friends said anything about him, it was NEGATIVE. So naturally I just avoided him but also naturally to myself, I picked up on casual chats with him as I do with everyone, and I realised this guy wasn't as bad as he was put out to be. He was just sort of out there. He had a very distinct (and annoying) voice, and he just acted off. Definitely theatrical by some points. But I didn't judge, and he introduced me to his friends, and I even hung out with them when they all did their music stuff. I never spoke much when it was all of them, but I did when it was just the two of us (do you see where I'm going). This guy spoke more about his best friend more than he ever did anything else, and they were really close and touchy. Like, I thought they were the ones dating at some points. I didn't know him before his past relationships, but according to everyone they were pretty bad, and he wanted to be better than how he used to be with me. So I guess my manifestation of a later John guy was on its way to me. However, he was a little too much for me, and he cut me off because I wasn't romantic enough. Maybe this is his Lost Weekend & we'll meet some other time. I hope I never see him again, though, honestly.

I like being John-less. Even if I have my original still in my life. Love that guy.

I'm gonna start manifesting a Paul McCartney husband now I guess. Just kidding, I learned after the first four times. Leave me alone, Beatles.

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The urge to be like ERM ACTUALLY every time someone says some tf2 shit that is lore inaccurate gets stronger the more lore I learn.

This also goes for Scout and Spy stuff, annoyingly. No, Spy isn't a remorseless bastard (wouldn't have helped Scout after they all got fired, or pretended to be Tom Jones if he was). No, Scout doesn't really have daddy issues (literally only mentions his dad once and that was only after asking Heavy if his father was dead).

No, Spy didn't abandon Scout before he was born, Scout's memory dream implies he stuck around for at least a year and a bit. Theres even a few implications floating around that he and Scout’s Ma are still somewhat together: photos in the Fight Songs inside cover, a photo in some vr thing game files, even that one Saxxy trailer! And of course the fact his model looks the exact same as his current one in the Meet the Spy pictures. And "off to visit your mother!!".

No, Scout isn't an idiot. He suspects Spy is his father. He learns about the Tom Jones thing while dying of blood loss, so chances are like ten minutes after that he'll remember Tom Jones is like the same age as him, and has been dead for weeks.

There's other lore stuff too, but its the Spy and Scout thing that people get wrong the most nowadays, mostly bc they're blinded by Scanst potential and busy throwing relatability onto his twink ass.

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I have a question!! Okay so, how old do you think Neuvillette is if we translated his dragon age to human age? I always see people characterising him as an old ass grandpa, which I understand, but it just doesn't feel right to me. He's literally the all powerful Hydro Dragon Sovereign, to think that even in dragon years his age translates to ancient is kinda pathetic Imo. I don't remember how old it said Neuv was in the game but I think it was around 600 years? That's like 7 human lifespans, that's kinda pathetic for old age! Plus I think I remember seeing something in game (may have been one of his voicelines, may have been a quest or perhaps I am just bugging) where he says something along the lines of "I have yet to learn how to properly deal with emotions during my short time of living" or something like that. Point is he doesn't come of as very ancient, in my opinion he'd be somewhere in his thirties or perhaps early forties, maybe even at a stretch late twenties? Ofc none of this really matters because he is hella old anyway, but in dragon terms I don't think he is! I think he's still a young dragon-man who's educated in some fields and under-educated in other that makes him come across as older than he really is. So yeah, just wondering what your opinion on this is~

*puts on my lore enjoyer hat* ok here we go

ok so neuvillette's age, like most of the long-lived characters in genshin, is based on vibes. But i think the one thing that distinguishes him from other long-lived characters like zhongli and venti is how he doesn't really have a lot of practical experience in the world and he isn't aware of a lot of things about himself? Remember that he himself admits that he hasn't taken much interest in the human world until recently and i think it was in sigewinne's sq that he says something about forgetting wrio is a lot younger than him

The first mention of neuv's age that i remember is by Furina in last year's lantern rite (the one where gaming was introduced). She said that he's several thousands of years old. I remember people saying that that was a mistranslation bc in the original cn it was "more than a thousand years old." (Side tangent but i would really like to know just how much furina knows about neuv) But either way he's at least a thousand years old

There's another tidbit about neuv's age in the remuria wq. Cassiodor mentions that no new hydro dragon could be born as long as Egeria slumbered in the high seas, so presumably, Neuvillette couldn't be born until Egeria was freed from her prison, which would be after Remus died and the Heavenly Principles made her the Hydro Archon. I think that would be at least two thousand years ago? Honestly the timeline of the Archon War in regards to Fontaine is basically nonexistent so it's really hard to make an estimate

Anyways i wish they'd tell us more about what neuv did in the years before focalors sent him that letter (how did he learn to read anyways?). In sigewinne's sq he makes a joke about swimming around in the ocean when wrio asks him what he did before becoming the iudex, but i like to think it was the truth. Was he born a baby or fully grown? Was he just living in a cave somewhere naked like a caveman? How did Focalors even track him down? I like to think that he was treated like a cryptid among sailors

So yeah neuv is physically old but still has a lot of growing to do. Side note but I'm so mad the writers skipped out on a neuv and ajaw interaction in the event. I think they just didn't want to brainstorm the dynamics between a reborn not-dragon dragon sovereign and an ancient dragon who once served one of the original sovereigns. At least let my man meet Scylla...

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Why is the art so unappealing in lore Olympus now Persephone looks like a highlighter and maybe it’s just me but the proportions like the fingers in arms are soul over the place I don’t think they used to be this bad. Am I just looking at it with nostalgia or am I crazy ?

Honestly, nostalgia does play a huge part in it, even to this day there are times I look back on old S1 panels and go-

Actually here's a great example that literally just happened yesterday in the ULO Discord that nearly had me on the floor LOL This is from Episode 70:

Like I didn't even believe that that was real until I was told what episode it was from and I was just. Astounded and flabbergasted. The over-shading of the blanket that just makes it look like a really bad edit. Insane.

And yeah, there are a lot of old panels that hit different now that the rose-colored glasses have been removed, crushed, and thrown into the trash compactor.

I think that's why it makes it all the more amusing when people come into my inbox and ask me "wait, why did you like LO to begin with?? It's always been ugly as shit, I think you're just romanticizing it" because like... there's something to be said about art and subjectivity, even if something is ugly to one person doesn't mean it isn't beautiful to someone else. It's why I try not to be too mean towards the fans of this comic for still enjoying it, because while I definitely have strong opinions about how "LO has gotten worse" and what kind of following Rachel has cultivated (cough cough), there are also just as equally valid arguments that LO has never begin good to begin with that I can't necessarily disagree with now that I'm looking back on it with a more critical eye.

That said, there's tons of media that I enjoy that is objectively awful. Like y'all, you don't need to take my opinions about a dumb pink x blue fantasy romance comic seriously, I like Starfox Adventures-

Like yeah it's a badly made rushed piece of shit that was developed right on the ass end of Rare's glory days and was really an original IP (Dinosaur Planet) that got Frankenstein'd into a Starfox game so it could "sell better" for Nintendo, but I don't give a fuck, I love Starfox Adventures and some day I wanna be in the top 10 speedrunner leaderboards for it, which I know doesn't mean much because no one is speedrunning Starfox, but I do and no one can take that away from me dammit-

Anyways. Lore Olympus has, in many regards, always had "bad art". But "bad art" can and should still be enjoyed by those who find joy in it.

And in LO's case, the world it existed in when it launched was a lot smaller than it is now - more specifically, the world of Webtoons. We can look back and see how 'bad' LO looks and reads now because there are genuinely way better comics surrounding it. It was unique and refreshing and experimental back then... now it's just "that stupid blue and pink comic for horny teenagers".

In most cases I would consider that "cringing in hindsight" feeling a good thing because normally it means something has grown and that it seeming "bad" in hindsight would mean that it's outgrown itself and moved onto bigger things. But LO has the more unique problem of "its current stuff is shit and it's making us want the old stuff more, even if the old stuff wasn't good either". In that regard, LO is closer to being like Harry Potter. Remember when The Cursed Child came out at the height of Rowling being exposed for being a TERF and even people who liked Harry Potter didn't like The Cursed Child because it was just objectively worse overall (with or without Rowling's bullshit attached)? It made a lot of people go back and re-read / rewatch Harry Potter with a more objective lens and go "wait a minute guys, I think we only adored these books so much because we were 12 when we read them". Often times it's the good memories we have surrounding certain things that make us have the opinion about them that we do.

Of course, LO is definitely not as politically weaponized as Harry Potter is, so that's where that comparison ends. But my point is that LO is definitely in a situation where it's been riding off the same privileges it had back in 2018 - having an 'experimental' art style while also utilizing tropes and characters that were VERY popular at the time (remember that 2017-18 was when Tumblr was at its height of H x P "Hades was a chill accountant guy who wore socks and sandals and didn't cheat on his wife like Zeus did" fantasizing) - and thinks that those same tricks and tropes will still work today.

Because of this, the art in LO really, really hasn't aged well, even the stuff that we look back on fondly. But I think it's the panels that we specifically think of when remembering "old LO" - the ones that stuck in our memories the most - that are the ones that make us miss or just not care about the panels that don't look good (the panels that make people question why we ever liked it to begin with).

We liked it because of how it made us feel to look at panels like these-

Those genuinely wonderful panels that we think back on the most don't exist separately from the bad panels, they exist in spite of them. Even if we can look back on panels like these and pick out problems in the lineart or the proportions or the color travelling outside of the lines, that can't and shouldn't change how those panels made us feel at some point or another. And that's why when people ask me "why were you even into LO in the first place" I don't have any one answer, because I can't fully explain how something made me feel to justify why it's good to someone who can see from the outside - without rose-colored glasses - that it evidently isn't. It's very much a "you had to be there" type of thing.

Unfortunately, nowadays even the 'best' LO panels in S3 still don't come close to what the S1 panels accomplished - because for many of us, the rose-colored glasses are gone, we can't appreciate the good among the bad because we know now how bad it truly is and so the good just feels like wasted attempts at trying to recreate something it can no longer be. It "came back wrong" so to speak.

LO came back just regular. But our journey to resurrecting it changed us to such a degree that even its closest intimacies are now foreign to us. Sorry dude.

This is still probably one of my favorite panels out of the entirety of S3 for being as close to "old LO" as I've seen since S2, and even it feels like a mistake, an accident, how could a panel like this exist in S3 when so much of it is a dumpster fire? It's like a flower growing in the ruins of an apocalyptic wasteland.

But wasn't that always the case? Isn't that 'always' what LO has been, since the very beginning? A poorly cobbled together mess of writing and panels that, every now and then, manages to leave an impression that makes you feel something? Did we ever truly know LO? Or have we just been relying entirely on an idea of it that we've built up in our heads that when it does do exactly what it's evidently always done (even if not made apparent until looking back on it in hindsight) we think it "came back wrong"?