#I would be embarrassed to post this cause I really have no clue if the feelings r mutual but they can only see this if they are watching so

[00nutritionalvalue]

It is not time nor space that I fear, for Love transcends them It is not possession of your heart I yearn for, but to fill it with my love and my being It is not the jewels of this world from you I seek, but that of your mind and the tenderness of your touch It is not your freedom I wish to take, but your sovereignty maintain It is not distress, but peace that I pray to descend upon you Only truth do I long to hear, for my ears are  now deafened to the cries of falsehood Only truth do I intend to speak, for my tongue is the sword that will cut the ties of deception Only truth do my eyes now behold, for in it, illusion cannot be Only love it is I wish to give, Only love it is I wish for you to know For only in Love is ecstasy found In the depth of your eyes, destiny I have glimsped In the sweetness of your kiss, intimacy I have known In the beat of your heart, compassion I have heard In the safety of your arms, refuge I have taken In the closeness of our flesh, flames of passion I have fanned If, in my silence, it is solace you have found, then no more words to you from my lips shall part If in my absence it is joy you feel, then far from you I will remain But if in my words you have found resonance, then my truth I will continue to utter If in my company, it is comfort you have felt, then by your side I will always be Do you see now how I love you, Unconditionally Beauty lies in what is real I say to you now, this is real. Faith and hope are the bridge to my love, Would you cross it? Millions of stars watch over you, Shining rays of fortune, Casting out the darkness of fear I pray their Light illuminates each and every step of your way Guiding you night and day Hear my words Deny them if you please But in me, love you will always find Only Love, for you there will be

[screeching-bunny]

Yandere! Townspeople Harem x Lucky Reader

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

A/N: I have no clue what I was on when I wrote this 💀. This is also inspired by a Reddit post I saw long time ago.

🌟 Yandere! Townspeople who are absolutely enamored by you and everything that you do. They treat you as if you are some kind of entity waiting to be put on a golden pedestal and paraded around town. You are essentially the town’s golden boy/girl/person, a mascot if you can even call it that. In their eyes everything that you do is inspiring and encouraged. It also doesn’t help that you were born with this amazing power that causes you to become extremely lucky. No matter the deed, every action was thrust into the spotlight as if it were a gracious gesture for the community's well-being. Take, for instance, if you ever fatally shot someone the townsfolk would erupt in applause, discovering the individual to be a notorious mass murderer and your action saved the town.

🌟 Yandere! Townspeople who can’t help but gush over every miniscule achievement that you got. You got a perfect attendance award? They wouldn’t expect anything less from you. Did you just get a participation trophy? Well they're cheering for you as if you just won the world cup. To say their actions are embarrassing is definitely an understatement. Everytime they cheer for you, you can’t help but die a little bit on the inside.

🌟 Yandere! Townspeople who absolutely cannot fathom the idea of you moving out of their town. They would much rather skin themselves alive and commit arson than to allow you to leave them. Everywhere you go, there will always be some form of eyes on you. There will always be some type of survance of you at any time of the day. Depending on the person, the townspeople's love for you can either be platonic or romantic. Basically half of the town wants to fuck your and the other half sees you as their beloved child or grandchild.

🌟 Yandere! Townspeople who may or may not be human. Like sure they might have the occasional human sacrifices but what town doesn’t!?!? This is totally normal behavior that people exhibit. What’s that? Did you just see a tentacle coming out from that woman over there? Nahhh. You must be imagining that! What a cute and overactive imagination you have there. In all seriousness, it would literally die for you. You're just a cutie patootie to them. Your small teeth are so cute compared to their razor sharp fangs. You know, you could really use that small mouth of yours and suck on their–

🌟 Yandere! Townspeople have a monthly ritual where they gather around to brag about all of the items that they stole from you. Never in your life will you see someone so happy to own a pair of used underwear that didn’t belong to them or some used pair of socks. If you looked up a textbook definition of “down bad” then a picture of the Yandere! Townspeople would be the first images to pop up. In your presence these people act as if they had never touched grass or seen the sun before. They all seem to have some type of mutual agreement that in your presence, they would try to act somewhat normal in order to not scare/scar you too much.

—

From a young age, your luck was apparent. In school, while others struggled with exams, you breezed through them effortlessly, always managing to stumble upon the exact answers needed to excel. Teachers marveled at your natural knack for stumbling upon solutions, even in the most challenging of situations. As you grew older, the extraordinary luck only seemed to amplify. Job interviews turned into job offers within minutes, as if the universe conspired to ensure your success in every endeavor. Colleagues joked that working with you was like having a lucky charm around, as projects that seemed doomed to fail miraculously turned into resounding triumphs whenever you were involved. It might seem great and all BUT DAMN WAS THIS LIFE SO FUCKING BORING!!!! Which is why you decided to spice up your day a little and rob a bank.

“Oh hello [Reader]! Is this going to be the usual procedure?” The bank teller asks you with a smile on their face as you hold a gun to their face. “You know… the weather is perfectly nice today. It would be a perfect day for a date don’t you think–”

Suddenly a thunderous crash was heard, the police burst through the bank doors, their badges glinting under the harsh fluorescent lights. Guns drawn and voices booming commands, they swept into the lobby, faces masked with determination. Until the police chief sees you and lets out a tired sigh, “Guns down everyone, it’s just [Reader].” A faint sound of disappointed groans can be heard from the crowd of bank patrons from the back. “Why are the police here so soon, I didn’t get enough time to admire their pretty face.” another voice could be heard, “For real, their never this fast in an actual emergency. I mean they only just shot and killed one person, it's really nothing to worry about like who cares–”

—

“You are free to go [Reader], again.” the police officer states as she releases you from your handcuffs. “Turns out the man that you shot ended up being a drug dealer. You really have a special talent for catching criminals don’t you. She states as she gazes at you with loving eyes. “You know I’m free after this shift, you think we can–”

Before she can finish her sentence you walk away with a dejected look on your face. You couldn’t believe how boring a day this turned out to be. Seriously, you wished that something exciting would happen in this town for once you think to yourself. Failing to notice a scene behind you. One that consisted of a bunch of monsters eating the souls of the innocent while on their knees for a statue that seemed to look like you. They all seem to be gripping onto something though– HEY, WAIT A MINUTE ARE THEY HOLDING YOUR UNDERWEAR!?!!?

[cheqorb]

strike love into the heart of foes.

A change in your rival's demeanour is be nothing serious, anyone can get tired of being competitive all the time. So, the look of longing in their eyes, the comments that seem more flirtatious than threatening, are fine, right?

featuring. isagi, shidou, kaiser

notes. maybe i am, in fact, an isagi fan because he’s almost like a staple for me to write any blue lock related posts.

Making an enemy out of ISAGI is surprisingly straightforward, considering his more laid-back personality compared to everyone else at least.

Simply just be a bit of a diva (become Kaiser 2.0). Confidently brag about how much better you are than him and he’s a bit hopeless, isn’t he? It won’t be long before he begins to get pretty irritable around you, feeling a strong urge to curse you out anytime you speak.

It’s not the ego he minds, really, but you’re just so…you.

────

With a smirk, you peer over his shoulder as he struggles to catch his breath in practice. "Is that all you've got? Whatever happened to the genius on the pitch?" you taunt, wearing the smug expression he oh-so-despises.

Your shit-eating grin only widens at the sight of his furrowed brows and clenched teeth that betray his frustration, he’s so predictable, it’s almost sad!

────

Which is why he would describe it as complete and utter humiliation, when he realises he's starting to feel something beyond mere dislike towards you.

The discomfort between the two of you only worsens as he grows awkwardly silent at your blatant insults or even the mere mention of his name within earshot. Seriously, is he just ignoring you? And if/when you condescendingly pat his head, calling him a sorry excuse of a striker, he just…stands there — his face tinted a touch redder than usual.

Well, you conclude he could’ve just finished practice so he’s red ‘cause of exhaustion. Stupid Yoichi got ahead of himself in training and tired himself out. Yeah, that must be it (cue everyone visibly shaking their heads and sighing very loudly).

────

Before your fingertips even make contact with his head, Isagi already knows it's you standing beside him. "Still not giving up, huh? Just how much do you enjoy losing anyway..." You pause.

He doesn't swat your hand away or offer a retort like he would have a few weeks prior to today. You’re confused, not having a clue as to what’s changed and your little one-sided dynamic has lasted for ages at this point. He’s trying to embarrass you by acting as if you’re not there, isn’t he?!

But then, much to your absolute shock and horror, he absentmindedly responds with, “Right. Yeah.”

With your hand still resting on his hair, you don’t even notice how he leans into your touch while you’re still processing what just happened in your mind. How sneaky.

Now, this one’s unfathomably easy. SHIDOU is someone who thrives on stirring up trouble with anything unlucky enough to catch his attention; be it a stranger bumping into him or even a dog walking off its leash.

Though, to capture his interest and earn his respect in earnest, you need to demonstrate the ability to ‘explode’ on the field but also able to play by his ‘rules’. but to truly kick off his fascination with you (pun intended), maintaining a nonchalant demeanor/keeping a distance between you two also helps. He seems like he’d be drawn to people who are on the more mysterious side of his interactions with Sae are anything to go off of.

────

Approaching with his trademark flamboyance, Shidou’s voice boomed as he made his way across the pitch. "Hey, you! That was some seriously impressive play out there!" he declares, "I mean, seriously, those moves were—”

He goes off on a tangent about cells, explosions — stuff you couldn’t be bothered to listen to.

“…Thanks,” you say with a neutral expression on your face before he tries to jump on you??? Almost breaking your nose in the process, if you hadn’t dodged in time.

────

His personality is both captivating yet a little too boisterous for anybody’s taste, and you can’t help instinctively retreating if he gets too close. Even if he is one of the few players who willingly praises you outright.

But Shidou isn't deterred by your nonchalance; if anything, it only fuels his excitement. Someone that so brilliantly fits his character, (seemingly) couldn’t care less about him. Anyways in terms of romance, he operates on a vastly different wavelength from conventional views on love. I don’t think he’s the type to recognise feelings of being flustered or the desire to shower someone with tender care and attention.

Since it is still love at the end of the day, he’s still experiences a certain pull towards you, driven by instinct rather than conscious understanding. But besides that, he remains largely oblivious/doesn’t feel the need to dig deeper into the complexity of human emotions.

Just understands being around you = more fun for him.

And unless you’re exceptionally perceptive or are somehow able to understand his underlying motives, you're likely to interpret his actions as a signal to maintain a safe distance.

────

“You’re always so hard to pin down, you know that?” Shidou calls out, watching as you continue walking — unfazed by his presence. He debates on whether or not to smash your face into the ground but then, he pauses.

A rare moment of contemplation for him.

Despite everything, there’s something undeniably exhilarating about being around you. A sense of freedom, a release from the constraints of his existence. Being with you makes him happy. It’s a thought that prompts another; how nice it’d be if you felt the same way about him…huh. Oh well.

For KAISER, it's also decently easy. Either defeat him on the soccer field or simply refuse to conform to his philosophy of everyone revolving around him; just don’t be a pushover. He’s someone who’ll gladly take any opportunity to crush someone whose ego far outweighs their abilities, but when confronted by someone with the skills to match their confidence? He becomes both intrigued and slightly irked.

Especially if they’re someone who can’t stand him (which to be fair, isn’t all that difficult) or simply wants nothing to do with him.

────

As you catch sight of a familiar head of blonde hair fading into blue entering through the doorway, you internally groan.

It’s Kaiser who saunters over, flashing his signature smirk. "Well, if it isn't my most favourite jester," he drawls, his tone dripping with arrogance. "You're looking rather defeated today. Are you finally coming to term with the fact that you'll never match my level?"

If it wasn’t clear, you don’t have much enthusiasm when it comes to whatever he says.

────

As time passes however, he’ll slowly find himself being more…involved in your life — forcing to make an appearance himself if need be.

Even noticing the small details about you. the way your eyes lit up when you seemed to figure something out, the subtle quirks that made you, you. Eventually (and I mean eventually, this will take a while), the realisation that his actions were out of love dawns on him. He’ll certainly try to deny it, brushing off the unfamiliar feelings as mere annoyance or frustration, but as he catches himself stealing glances in your direction and seeking out opportunities to be near you, he can’t help but admit defeat.

Michael Kaiser, the arrogant and self-assured soccer prodigy, had fallen deeply and irrevocably in love with some nobody.

He wants to impress you, to be the one that makes you grit your teeth out of frustration, to be the best version of himself for you to look up at. And, what began as subtle glances and fleeting touches soon evolves into more obvious displays of affection.

He finds excuses to brush against you or in close proximity of you, his hand lingering a fraction longer when shaking yours or his fingers grazing yours when passing objects. He also seems to be fond of leaning close towards you nowadays, his face mere inches from yours. It’s a lot worse if you’re visibly flustered when he does these things too.

Additionally, your pet name has been upgraded from jester to ‘liebling’…whatever that even means. must be weird if it makes his teammates raise a brow every time he says it.

────

With the match coming to an end, you mentally prepare yourself for a certain someone’s inevitable reaction to that last play of yours. What you don’t expect is for him to suddenly take out your earbud with a creepy smile on his face. Kaiser’s always weird, but this is a little outlandish even for him.

“Ich liebe dich.”

You raise a brow at whatever he said (not that you could understand of course) but judging by the others looking completely lost for words, you can only assume it’s pretty awful.

[spidermasc]

🦌 .oO 🎭┊untitled.

synopsis: your first interaction with lottie doesn’t go so well. reader is a bit of a dick, post crash!lottie, humor, literally just thought of the opening line while i was trying to sleep and wanted to make something out of it lol.

“is it true that cannibals don’t like tattoos?” are the first words you say to lottie matthews.

her mouth opened slightly in shock, causing her to mess up a line in her writing. she just stared as you looked expectantly at her to answer. she'd heard those types of questions since she got back, hell, she'd even heard it from one of the security guards who do nightly checks, but she didn't know why she felt so embarrassed and surprised that you of all people would ask such a question. you hadn't even talked to her yet despite being roomies for a week. she just figured you were shy. she didn't even know you knew who she was. but i guess by now, 5 months after the rescue, it's bound to spread.

"it's just, i heard it from somewhere and, like, is it true? 'cos, i have tattoos," you extend your arms to show her your tats, and she actually really likes the one you have of a flower blooming. "human meat can't be that bad if you survived off of it for all those months, not that i blame you."

a few moments of silence go by.

"so, how does it taste?" you ask again.

it's another couple of days before you speak to lottie again and she actually responds this time. you and her are in the rec room during free time when you notice how pretty she truly is. you mainly kept to yourself the first week you got here; you didn't face lottie when you were sleeping and didn't know what she even looked like until day 4. you immediately clocked that she was one of the yellowjackets girls who got rescued a few months before you placed in here. though, she looked different. she had cut her hair.

you'd be lying if you said you weren't obsessed with the plane's disappearance. not the type of obsession where you went out to random canadian forests like those true crime junkies who thought they were going to find them and be saviors. no. yours was the type where you got high with your friends and listened to the last radio transmission the pilot left. you all made a few maps of where they might actually be and at one point, your wall started to look like a detective trying to piece clues together. you didn't know if it was the marijuana talking, but you think at one point you got pretty close to figuring out where they were. you and your friends were baffled at how the red string you used to connect the points made this unsettling symbol.

but back to lottie's beauty.

you were by the foosball table messing with the bars when you started staring at her. her bangs had fallen in her eyes as she looked down intently at her book that she's been reading for a few days now. her face is almost scrunched up sour-like as she reads like she's engrossed heavily in the story. you thought it was cute. you push yourself off the table and make your way toward her, the chair making an awful screeching sound as you pull it out and sit. she doesn't acknowledge you yet, but she closes in on herself like she's shy.

"is it a good book?" you question, drumming the pads of your fingers on the wooden table.

she peers up at you through the book, her big, brown eyes the only thing you can look at. she nods curtly and goes back to reading, and you chuckle when you notice how fast her eyes scan the pages.

"you must be the fastest reader in the world, huh?" you tease her, smirk growing wider when she huffs and slams the book down. she gives you a dirty look but her eyes are twinkling.

"what do you want?" she asks irritatingly.

you falter a bit when you hear how pretty her voice is even when she's annoyed. "what, i can't make conversation with a pretty girl?" you catch her blush, and your chest puffs out, suddenly growing more confident. "figured i should make an attempt to get to know you, seeing as we're roommates and all that.

"you did a horrible job at it the first time you spoke to me."

"i was just curious..." you mutter and shrug your shoulders. the corners of her mouth upturn in a barely noticeable smile but you catch it. her nose twitches as she opens her mouth like she's gonna say something, but she doesn't. instead, she slides the book over to you.

"the left hand of darkness," she says quietly, watching you pick up the book and inspect it. "it's by ursula le guin. sci-fi isn't really my thing but there are not that many books to choose from here. i actually really like it though; i can see myself in it."

you nod thoughtfully and open the book, finding some sticky notes that she left on some pages. before you can read any though, she snatches the book back and holds it protectively to her chest, looking like a scared kitten.

"sorry. i, uh, there's another copy in one of the bookshelves if you want to read it," she says, flicking her hair back and wiping her nose.

"yeah. can... can i read with you, then?" you don't know why you're so shy all of a sudden, but you feel your throat run dry.

she nods while running her fingers over the spine of the book comfortingly, and you smile broadly. you get up from your seat so fast that you accidentally bump into the table and apologize, and as you walk over to the bookshelves, you tell yourself to calm down and not look like a fool.

lottie matthews has your heart.

[arandomnerd810]

personal TADC character analysis

uh warning this is long lol

autism time let’s go (/not in a negative way i have autism) stretches hands * I’ll go in order of the character episodes cause why not we have it (see below) i’ll put periods but it will just be to make it more readable not to be intimidating lolll

btw im completely open to interpretations of characters changing throughout the series this is just for fun

Gooseworx has said this series is mostly focused on characters rather than lore, and from what we know, i truly believe it. I don’t think any of the current characters will abstract because of this.

(I put a version of this in the glitch inn discord theory thing so if you recognize it that’s why)

Pomni: we already know her deal pretty well, as we’ve already had her episode. uuuh if anyone’s going to do something important lore wise it will probably be her as she’s the main character but can’t rlly tell what that may be. to review ep 2 though she’s an outcast who has felt like she was nothing and is a logical thinker.

(Kinger and Zooble will there their focus episode but i put it in order of who was revealed to be the ep 3 focus first)

Zooble: From their design (the entire motif is it can be changed at any time) and the fact she doesn’t know his gender, we’re dealing with some pretty clear identity issues. Friends with Gangle seems cool excited for next episode to learn more about them!

Kinger: One of the most interesting characters so far. I feel like we will get to learn more about abstraction though Queenie, the X-ed out door that looks like a female version of him. If i had to guess, since Gooseworx said they were not siblings, they were a couple. (Also judging by his age and the fact he could have been married, he may have been a father yeowch imagine that) I can see the common theory of the insect collection implying he was a coder before getting trapped, but i could also see him being some random guy who just likes bugs lol. He seems like really sweet guy behind his constant anxiety and disassociating.

 Gangle: (My faveorite human rn) Her mask design can be interpreted in a lot of ways but it’s clear that the happy mask isn’t her real personality. My take on it rn is she doesn’t wana bother people with her stuff so she pretends she’s happy? She seems easily embarrassed and def has self esteem lower than the last circle of hell. What’s interesting though is she’s willing to stand up for herself from time to time, even though she’s easily shot down after.

Ragatha: Waaaay too nice for her own good. Also probably has self esteem lower than the last circle of hell and bases her self worth of others approval.  Though she’s been here the second longest, she seems a lot more normal than Kinger. Makes me question how long apart their introductions have been. Probably copes via escapism.

Jax: I can see why everyone is very interested in him cause me too. He seems like the only fourth wall breaky guy (unless you count Caine cause of his intro at the pilot)which is rlly interesting how did he figure out more than everyone else? what’s with the keys? i have no clue lmao. He’s an asshole who makes the best of his situation by torturing everyone else. At the end of the day though, he’s a human and was sad at kaufmo’s abstraction but he probably isolates himself so it would probably be the same for anyone

but waAitTt a moment

that’s 6 humans but Gooseworx said we would look into 7 (cause of the “other” part) in her twitter post talking about the character focus timeline so we know our fav character won’t be left behind ⁉️⁉️⁉️ I hear you not asking well my dear hypothetical person, who better to fill the 7th character than Caine?

Why you did not ask? Too bad i’m info dumping. First, he’s the main antagonist and alongside Pomni, the commercial face (or lack their of haha teeth and eye joke) of the series. he’s an important character and loved by many. (and hated equally if not more aside the point lmaooo)

Yes, gooseworx can lie about stuff but I think she’s smarter than to lead this heavy into Caine depth/ angst territory if there wasn’t going to be anything On top of that, the entire purpose of the timeline post was so we know our faveorite characters weren’t getting treated poorly. It’s unlike for a character based show to suddenly drop such a major character for some random other guy were introduced to later or smth. i mean cmon there’s three episodes after all the humans at least one of them has to be focused on my boy.

Caine: I believe he really does have good intentions and wants to help but just does not understand people at all. This means he’s like an anxiety disorder; it wants to help, solves some issues but creates 500 more. Judging by the Tumblr post, loneliness may play a big part in what’s to come? I’ve always had a feeling his front was extremely fake and his VA saying “breaks keyfable” (an act that pretends it’s true) supports that theory. Episode two gives some insecurity vibes when Zooble didn’t want to go on the adventure. I find that pretty interesting cause he didn’t care at all if people went on the gloink adventure or not. Maybe he puts some adventures over others and he could have been proud of the candy adventure cause more time and care was put into it and he made a new AI. Why did he blue screen? i feel like he could have some blockages on what he can say built in though im not sure why he was blocked then if he even was. one of the biggest questions i have ab him currently tbh. what’s with him grabbing his cane like that in ep 2? if i had to guess simply be nervous = that? His VA also knows some depth to him even though his focus episode is likely going to be at least one of the last 3 episodes, which they have not gotten to recording yet. You know what this means Caine angst solidarity club? Sad Caine so more fan angst appetizers before the main cannon feast let’s friccin go‼️‼️⁉️⁉️

(try to guess my fav impossible /j)

[petriwriting]

Vero Amore - Theodore Nott X Reader (Part 2)

Summary: Theodore is on trial for being associated with voldemort due to his father and family history, His odds arent looking so good. Luckily for him you are called to the stand to testify on his behalf, and you just might be the key to his innocence.

Fluff, established previous relationship, Exbf!Theo, Older!Theo and others. Post hogwarts.

(Previous part)

You are eleven years old, riding the Hogwarts express all alone. You were shy, and had no clue what to expect. You kicked your feet as you watched the scenery fly by you, curiously waiting for what was to come. you were curious and wide-eyed, excited to explore a new world. you were lost in your imagination until the compartment door burst open, followed by an apology from a boy whose dark blue eyes seemed grateful. "Sorry," he said. "Everywhere else is full. Do you mind if I sit with you?" You nodded. After a few moments of silence you spoke up. "What's your name?" you asked innocently. "Theodore Nott." the boy said, holding out his hand to shake yours, a cordial gesture. You introduced yourself. after a few moments of innocent silence went by, you turned to the boy across from you. "Are you excited?" you ask. "what do you mean?" he says, he's clueless. "Are you excited to see hogwarts?" you ask, hoping to be cheerful. "oh," young Theodore begins. "Well it's just school, but I am excited to leave home." he says, you don't exactly know why he's happy about leaving his home. "I hear the castle is really pretty!" you offer. "I hope so!" he exclaims. 

The Memory began to fade into another, from your second year in school. 

The potions classroom was dark and smelly with many overwhelming fragrances from the many ingredients stored in the room. You had been partnered with Theodore for a potions class assignment, you were trying to brew a Wiggenweld potion, though without much luck. Theodore was flipping through the textbook, trying to understand why when you two had attempted to add the dittany leaves, they would sizzle and burn into a puff of smoke that smelled putrid. You had tried taking them off the stem, leaving the stem on, chopping them, but nothing seemed to get the desired result. you were growing a bit frustrated, but you persisted on anyway. "I have an idea," Theo walked over towards you and the cauldron, plucking a few dittany leaves and rolling them between his fingers, and then gently easing them into the cauldron. There was no sizzle, or pop, the plant seemed to dissolve into the potion effortlessly. This caught the attention of Professor Snape, who scurried over. "Good work, the two of you make a great pair." he said, standing over the cauldron. It was now turning the desired color, finally. "Who added the dittany leaves?" He asked. Before you could speak, Theodore spoke. "It was Y/N.  we couldn't get them to simmer properly so we tried something new." He said. This was a kind gesture, considering Professor Snape had given you a hard time beforehand on other assignments, Theodore thought it would be kind to let you take the credit, not that he didn't need it for himself. "Excellent work," Snape said, stepping back from the table. "50 Points to your houses will be awarded for your efforts." he said. You began to tidy up your workstation, Theodore helping as well to gather the ingredients as needed. Once class was dismissed, you turned to the boy. "you didn't have to do that." you said. "I wanted to." Theo insisted. "Snape has been giving you a tough time, So I thought you might appreciate the credit, and house points." he said with a slight chuckle. "I do appreciate it." you said softly. "Thank you." Theo turned back to face you and he smiled. when you had turned around you were very close to him, causing you to flush slightly. 

There you were, having your sweetest and most cherished memories watched by the jury as if they were one long movie. It wasn't embarrassing, but it was a refreshing experience. You hadn't thought about Theodore in three whole years, and now here you are sitting in a courtroom with him while he is on trial, his future is on the line. you thought about all the times he had fought for you, all the things he had done for you. If you could prove his innocence, maybe it would karmically be even and you could move on. You would always love him, and you were hoping the jury didn't pick up on this fact. 

"Our next inquiry, Mrs. L/N," the man began to speak again. It was the same man from before. "In regards to Mr. Nott's behavior, It is our understanding that you believe Mr.Nott to be a good citizen. Would you agree?" he asked. Without hesitation, you spoke. "Yes," you glanced back at him, Theo shifted in his seat listening intently. He was helpless. "I Believe this man is good, I know in my heart that he is a good person." The man did not seem convinced, and it was then that you really hoped you didn't come across as someone who was simply still in love with their ex. "Very well, then," he said. Everyone turned to view your memories once again. "We will see for ourselves. shall we?"

A scene from your third year at Hogwarts is painted for everyone to see. You are tired, frustrated and feeling low. You hadn't gotten your permission slip signed in time to go to hogsmeade, so you were staying behind while watching all your friends go off to have fun. you hated feeling left out and alone like this. It wasn't until you realized your new crush had also stayed behind. "you too, huh?" A thirteen year old Theo asked you. you sighed, "I didn't get my permission slip signed." you said quietly, watching everyone wander off away from the courtyard. "My father didn't want me to go." Theo says. "It turned into this huge argument..." Theo trailed off. "... So, here I am." He looked somewhat hurt. "Why don't we make the best of it?" Theo asks. you turn to him. "How?" you ask. "We could sit out by the lake, talk about all these losers going to hogsmeade without us," he said with a shrug. "That actually sounds nice." you admitted. You had liked him for a while, but of course you were young and scared to say anything. You didn't know until much later he had liked you since the first day you met. At the lake, the two of you laid out on the grass and looked at the clouds, making up their shapes into objects and animals and laughing over it. You had gently laid your head onto his shoulder, and you felt an arm snake around you as if to pull you closer. the air smelled like wildflowers and the bushy cedar trees that lined the lake in the distance. the chilly air danced through your hair as you were sitting on the grass with your faces illuminated in the afternoon warm glow. what seemed like hours passed, you finally sat up. Theo did the same, pulling away slightly. You hugged your knees to your chest, playing with a piece of grass between your fingers. Theo leaned forward, you were too shy to look at him, your heart was fluttering and full of that naive kind of young love. When you finally looked up at him, he brushed a piece of hair out of your face and smiled. "what is it?" you asked. "I just think you're pretty," he admitted, this time Theo became flustered and a bit blushed. It was the first time you felt yourself falling in love with him. "that's really sweet, teddy." you whispered. "here," theodore said pulling a wild flower off its stem and gently placing it behind your ear, you smiled softly as he gazed into your eyes. He pursed his lips before swallowing his pride, he wasn't brave but he could be. Theodore closed the gap between your lips, pecking you gently and sweetly.

[doisensei]

trans woman doi

what started as a fun headcanon became something that i truly do believe makes sense given doi's story!

doi's design and personality changes over the course of the anime is interesting to me. from early seasons, they were leaning more into the boyish, older brotherly type, especially with his relationship with his students. modern doi, though, is a lot more gentle (though still with a temper) and his facial features have smoothed out a lot. i joke that estrogen did it's job, but i think it does say something about the intent of doi's character.

doi's past is, to put it simply, incredibly traumatic. it's a miracle that doi is as well adjusted as he is. both parents killed, later raised by priests, ????? (who KNOWS what happens during this time frame), nearly gets murdered but is saved by the yamadas, and then becomes a teacher! wow! that's a lot! let's unpack that.

given the historical period and just all the goes on in doi's life, doi gives me the vibe of "I’m probably a woman but i have a job in the sengoku period so idrc about that rn" which is like my favorite flavor of trans hc. doi's ultimate goal is to teach and protect his students; it takes precedence over everything else in his life. there's so much love in the way he teaches and scolds them! he wants them to do well so they will survive.

rikichi being key to doi realizing his talent for teaching makes me very emotional, but going into that is for another post! i think it says something that up to that point doi's life had been surrounded by death (all while following the words of his late father to not live for revenge), and i think it's the first time he's really able to stop and think about what he wants. at 19, he's finally able to be at peace and consider what the rest of his life will look like.

but it gets me thinking, what if what he wants isn't just to be a teacher? well, amako-sensei gives us many clues for that! going from being an older brother figure to rikichi, he continues that for kirimaru, and it may seem like that's where it ends, but... no!

introducing the tsudoi setting, post-canon talks from amako-sensei! for after the events of the manga, what does she have to say about doi's future? well.

he retires after the 1nen graduate. and he starts an orphanage and takes in rikichi's bastard child AAAAA AMAKO-SENSEI WHAT DO YOU MEANNNNN.

so we have a pattern. doi finds joy out of raising children, but not his own. you would think that it would be easy enough for doi to settle down with a family and have biological children, but that's simply not what he wants in life! i've always found it curious that doi remains unmarried (though i wonder if it's to protect yumejoshi and fujoshi's hearts), but i'm choosing to interpret it as something deeper. unmarried at 25 is already unheard of, but continuing to be unmarried at an even older age is, like. hm. questionable.

i also find the line of "doi has a personality that really isn’t suited for a ninja" to be fun in the context of his gender. doi's pacificism has caused more problems than warranted, and his dedication to not taking lives is obviously a remnant of his father's last words, but it's also... very interesting in the strict definitions of what ninjas should be. they have to be brutal and willing to kill, not merciful. if doi is willing to break the conventions of being a ninja, maybe that says something about the way he sees his own gender identity, too.

crossdressing! a nintama staple. but how does doi respond to it? he, honestly, exhibits a lot of embarrassment that most of the cast simply doesn't have. to them, it's simply part of being a ninja, but doi in particular is usually ashamed or reserved about presenting as a woman, despite passing very easily.

i think that dressing femininely brings up a lot of unresolved feelings in him. confusion, longing, shame; because for everyone else, it's a disguise, just makeup and a pretty kosode, something to shed after the job is done, but what if, for doi, it's something that feels more comfortable than his own skin? it's important to note that once doi is forced out of his hesitance, he falls so easily into his female "persona" that it's hard to believe that it's something he doesn't enjoy doing.

i like to imagine a timeline where doi opens the orphanage in hanko's name (half to separate it from her life as a ninja and half to live as a woman) and happily raises orphans, safe and surrounded by love. it's what she deserves!

[trulybetty]

oct' x 04 - walks in the forest

Prompt: walks in the forest Pairing: strings!Joel x f!reader Word Count: 615 Warnings: domestic fluff, poultry, teeny bit of angst if you squint, mentions of foliage Summary: set after the final chapter of strings (that I've yet to post), just some domesticity for our pair and no spoilers

x. masterlist

“I have no damn clue why I’m out here walkin’ through this damn forest lookin’ for a damn chicken,” Joel grumbled, wincing as he straightened up from his crouch, his knees audibly complaining at the movement.

You knew damn well why he was out there looking for this chicken. 

Because it was your damn chicken.

“Flo,” you called out as you shook the tin of corn that you kept their feed in hope the hen would appear from the underbrush.

Your farmhouse sat out on the far edge of Jackson, occupied through one or two expansions to the commune ago. A curtain of trees marked the edge of your property. Beyond it, Jackson's perimeter wall could be seen, its purpose still the subject of council debates.

For now, it was just you, Joel, and an unbeaten track of golden and red leaves floating through the quiet fall air.

As you moved forward, Joel held back a branch, letting you pass unscathed. Just as you were about to utter a word of thanks, you tripped on an exposed root. Your heart leapt into your throat as you braced yourself to hit the ground, but before you could, Joel's reflexes kicked in. His arms shot out, steadying you.

“Whoa there, darlin',” he chuckled.

“Thanks,” you said, grateful but also a little embarrassed.

“I swear, how you made it halfway across the country without any outdoor skills is beyond me,” he said with a wide smirk across his face.

You grinned, readjusting your grip on the tin can. “I've got other skills,” you teased, feeling relieved and, admittedly, a bit grateful for his quick thinking.

Joel looked at you, his eyes twinkling. “Well you did end up here, made a home halfway 'cross the country with no outdoor skills. Must've done somethin' right.”

Finally, a rustle in the underbrush caught your attention, and there she was. Flo emerged, clucking curiously. You reached down to pick her up, holding her close to your chest as you nuzzled your face into her feathers. “Oh, Flo,” you cooed, eliciting a contented cluck from the bird, oblivious to the trouble it had caused.

Joel shook his head as he laughed, “Reminds me of the damn cat we had.”

You raised an eyebrow, he’d never mentioned having a pet of any sorts let alone a cat, “Really?” you asked, curious if he would elaborate.

He brushed another low-hanging branch out of your path as you continued on. “It was Sarah’s,” he said softly, the name catching in his throat like it always did. You kept your expression neutral, knowing mentions of his late daughter were moments of vulnerability for the typically stoic man.

Sarah was a topic that rarely came up, and when it did, it was a momentary window into a part of Joel that he kept closely guarded. Today was different; he was opening up, and even if it was just a little, you cherished these glimpses into his past. It made the present — the life you were building together — all the more meaningful.

He continued, “That cat would go hidin' in the oddest places, drivin' Sarah nuts. She'd go searchin' all over, shakin' a box of cat treats.” he looked wistfully at you out of the corner of his eye, “just like you and these damn chickens.”

With Flo secure in one arm you reached out your other hand extended in offer to him, a gentle smile on your lips as he took yours in his. 

A gentle squeeze to your hand told you more than you knew he’d ever be able to tell you, and you felt your heart skip a beat for the man who walked beside you.

[star-fandoms]

Star Rail ocs!!

Since I posted a little doodle of some oc x canon Argenti art earlier I wanted to share some of my other hsr oc designs!! They're still in early development and I specifically wanna add more details to their outfits so they look like they actually belong in hsr

The first hsr oc I designed is a dog girl named Honey! I had the idea for her which contributed to getting me back into hsr(as well as aa absolutely stunning Argenti edit to Malice Mizer)

Anyways I do really like Honey's design a lot with what I have down, you can tell I DID NOT feel like trying to come up with an entire outfit yet LOL!! Anyways I saw another Arlan x oc and then like the idea just came to mind. I thought since Arlan likes dogs it'd be kinda cute! Also Honey's outfit is very clearly inspired off of Asta's which I think is pretty cute since Asta most likely saved Honey. I def need to do more planning on Honey's backstory and role on Herta Space Station and in the story in general!

The second one I had an idea for is a foxian from the Xianzhou Luofu! I have been interested in fa language for a WHILE and have wanted to make an oc who uses fan language to communicate and fights with fans(i think fan weapons are sick as hell!)

Much like Honey I still wanna work on her outfit, and I need to work on her backstory and part in the story. Baozhai can speak, but she only speaks to those she trusts, but even then she'll still turn to fan language when she's nervous to voice something(hence fanning that she loves Blade cause she's too embarrassed to confess out loud, and I dont think Blade would know fan language so she'd find comfort in still confessing while knowing he has no clue what she's conveying). Baozhai's has very honest expressions though and can't hold back laughter well to save her life, so really the only time most people hear Baozhai's voice is when she's laughing/wheezing. I also think Baozhai would be close to Tingyun and think of her as an older sister before...y'know all of THAT happened LOLOL! Technically, Baozhai is part of one of the original hsr ocs I made, along with my version of Stelle and Rue! She has changed a bit, such as speaking with fan language and becoming more reserved then she already was.

Speaking of Rue! Here's a little comic I made with her and Jing Yuan!

Rue is the first hsr oc I made and she's stuck closest to her original concept. Rue is from Belobog, specifically the underworld section! She's lived her life pretty much sick and dying on a hospital bed unable to get the treatment that she needed. You can bet that when she did get treatment and started getting better, she begged Stelle and the Astral Express to take her with them, she's finally free and wants to explore the world.

[valkyrayn]

drabble | marius having no clue on how a washing machine works 

because payton had been the one doing the laundry for him for the most part of his life. since he’s moved out the mansion to live with rosa, now he has to figure out how this laundry thing works. 

never has a machine looked so intimidating

their bed is a mess. if it was an ordinary bed, it would’ve broken in half from how hard they were fucking on it last night

rosa had left for work, leaving him with the task to clean up their ‘mess.’ she’d offered but he said ‘i got this babe.’

he regretted it now. he’s far from getting it. with arms braced against the machine, he leans down to read the labels.

what are these buttons even for. spin? what does it even do? water level? how much water does one need to fill? high? low? medium?

dry? hmm. maybe that would work? he needs to dry the sheets. it’s drenched with—the mess that came from their rigorous, sexual activities

ok maybe just drying isn’t going to work. drying wouldn’t get rid of the smell. that much he knows.

damnit why did he have to fuck her through the mattress like that? why did he, in that post-orgasm stupor, confidently offered to wash the sheets, as if he’s done it before?

he knows how to. in theory. but now looking at the labels again, maybe he doesn’t.

he probably should’ve searched the internet on how to do it but out of habit, his fingers had pressed call on payton’s contact number.

“hello, master marius?”

marius clears his throat, unsure on how to start. “I need help.”

marius mumbled the rest of his sentence, or more like sped through it that payton misses it completely. “sorry?”

“howdoiusethewashingmachine?”

“master marius, sorry but I didn’t catch that.”

“payton, please.” he’s on the verge of crying from embarrassment

“how do I…use the…washing machine.” he slaps a hand over his face and groans, wishing for the floor to swallow him. he really should’ve just googled it. 

silence at the other end of the phone, and then a throat clears. “you want to switch this to video?”

marius can’t tell if that’s a better idea or not. he contemplated for a few seconds and then switched the call to video. immediately, he regretted it.

“how much laundry are you doing? what kind of fabric is it? did you separate the colours?”

he’s not about to show their sex stained sheets. absolutely not.

“it’s…i don’t know. cotton?” 

payton blinks, watching marius grin awkwardly in the screen, refusing to turn the camera around. clearly there was no point of switching this to video

payton clears his throat again. “can you show me?”

“no.” marius replied a little too quickly, averting his gaze, staring awkwardly at anything but payton. 

“master marius, I cannot help you if I don’t know what material you’re dealing with. you could risk—

“it’s the bed sheets!” 

the goddamn silence again. marius looks at payton from the corner of his eye, avoiding full eye contact. great now payton’s gonna put two and two together and figure out exactly what it implies.

“the covers too?”

“…yes.”

“those are different materials. separate the cotton from the silk and wash them separately.” of course payton would know exactly what materials his bed sheets and covers are, he did pack it for them after all.

marius is reeling. how? what? wash separately? 

“what detergent are you using?”

“i don’t know. the normal one?”

“with fragrance? is it plant-based?”

marius scrambles through the laundry cabinet, trying to read the labels on the bottles.

“fuck i don’t know. it says lavender. that’s plant-based right?”

“no. that means it has fragrance. you can’t use that, it’ll trigger your allergy.”

“what the fuck? what is plant-based then?”

“oh and make sure it says detergent, not softener.”

marius pauses in the chaos, brain flatlining.

“what the fuck is a softener?!?!”

after almost an hour of back and forth of payton asking questions and marius asking questions back for having no idea what anything means, they finally came to a conclusion that it’s a lost cause—for now at least.

“I’ll have vincent send it over to you.”

“certainly, master marius.”

“please don’t tell rosa about this.”

“I will not.” 

when vincent came through the door, he had specifically asked for the ‘coitus-stained sheets and covers’ to which marius responded with a mortified look on his face

“i’m gonna kill payton.” he should’ve said not to tell a soul, vincent included. 

the next time they stained the sheets again, marius resigned and called payton over to finally teach him how to use the goddamn contraption

Pax is gonna have to build an auto washing machine that can separate the materials and choose the washing modes by itself because fuck this shit seriously

why is doing laundry this complicated??

he doesn’t outright admit it but payton do enjoy teaching his young master the ways to conquer laundry activities. ever since he’s moved out of the mansion, he found that he actually missed him and his theatrics

so times like these are precious

even if it means having to learn about the fact that this young boy and his fiance are sex fiends and the sheets and covers need to be washed at least once a week, every week

so teaching him how to do it himself from now on is for the best. because there’s no way in hell he’s doing it again

end ||

just a fun drabble i had lying around in drafts. originally written for twitter so that explains the shortness. i just love the people in marius’ life like vincent and payton and do enjoy writing them. 

also i guess you can say the sequel to this is ride your king where it mentions that marius has learned how to do the laundry at the end 😌 

[wakanai]

Happy Birthday to My Beloved Blorbo, Oda Sakunosuke! 🎉

AAAAAAA

he's so beautiful I can't-

(long post ahead)

this is the guy who

used to be an assassin at age 14

quit his job after reading a book and meeting its author (asagiri behavior btw - the 'left his job cause he wanted to write' part lol)

saw an injured dazai and brought him in his house (lit the equivalent of seeing a random injured criminal and knowingly bringing him into your house lol)

wrapped dazai in a blanket, trapped him in his house until he recovered safely

reacted to dazai's unhinged behavior and threats with an 'oh okay' attitude (unironically btw. he's really just like that TT)

was strong enough to be mistaken for a WHOLE organization

no one even had clues that it was him TT

made dazai embarrassed

“Of course, you would be wary of the switch. So, I had to distract you by conversation.”

“So, the games and the flow of conversation till now, were both according to your plan, you mean?”

“Hehe. Saying important things as a camouflage to get what you want. That is the basis of the negotiation technique.”

I ask as I organize the cards, “Which is camouflage of which?”

Dazai's expression turns blank for a second, as if he has been caught off guard. But it is only for a moment. He turns his head to the side to hide his expression and smiles. If I am not wrong, there is an embarrassed expression on his face. It is under the dark lighting of the bar, so I might have been mistaken though.

-- The Day I Picked Up Dazai (TDIPUD) (translation by @popopretty; you can find it in her tags i think)

^^ LOL. Oda 'I might have been mistaken' Sakunosuke (this is the guy who understood Dazai the most)

had a conversation with Shibusawa in Dead Apple and wasn't killed - in fact, Shibasawa even wanted to talk to him again if he had the chance (Oda TT he's got that 'I attract mentally unstable people and fix them' rizz lmao. Fyodor, take down notes).

did not expect Dazai to ask for a second meeting:

Dazai’s wounds have already crossed the most critical time. Just leave them like that and they will heal on their owns. My role here is over. So is our relationship.

Dazai nods and takes the cards from me. Then in a casual tone, he says those words.

“When are we meeting next?”

I stop what I am doing and look at Dazai.

-- TDIPUD

(Oda really said 'no' to attachment issues SAJDIAFJ. he's the kind of wonderful guy you meet once online and feel sad cause you can't find them again TT)

was the lowest ranking member in the mafia (and he slayed it too. did the jobs no one else wanted ugh)

despite the typical black-suit-shades look that low ranking mafiosos wore, Oda wore a BRIGHT COLORED, beige cream coat (do yall realize how much this must have made him stand out?? in a pool full of black - he stood out. Also the fact that mafiosos wear black so that blood isn't visible when it stains -- but Oda DECIDED TO STOP killing people hence why he didn't need to wear black. UgH such an icon ✨.)

survived the Dragon Heads Conflict (obviously 🙄)

adopted 5 orphans from that conflict

supported them financially, visited them on weekends, left them under the care of the curry-shop owner, connected w them!!!

managed a few shops for the mafia (reread Dark Era if you missed this detail; p. 94)

listener friend; listened to Dazai's antics and took them seriously (I bet he's the type who never forgets any minor detail their friend tells him)

joined in Dazai's chaos and hugged and tickled Ango (sibling behavior lol. Oda's just as chaotic - only difference is he does it with a straight face 😭 if Oda was in the ADA, Kunikida would grow white hair LOL. Imagine the chaos he and Dazai would bring TT - plus Dazai would be 10x happier. friendly reminder that Dazai gave Ango and Oda drugged food and when he offered to cook again, Oda's response was 'If it keeps you from getting tired, then it might be pretty useful before a hard day's work' like BRUH elfeofk.)

this isn't noticeable at first but despite always seeing himself as less than Dazai cause of their rank, Oda literally called Dazai by his name in front of the other mafia members (and no - he didn't even consciously think about it 😭). Imagine being a random mafioso and suddenly you see the lowest ranking member call an executive informally. like??? Oda's co-workers would call Dazai 'Dazai-san' while Oda be out there speaking casually like 'hey dude.' It's funny cause Oda is dense so he prob didn't even think of 'Office Codes' (yk the typical social rules where if ur friends w ur boss u call them formally at work? yea. Oda does not care LOL.)

He has good intuition

[Then I looked myself in my room and cycled through my thoughts [...] I listened only to my heartbeat as I observed the emotions bubbling up from within me like foam. I had a feeling something would happen[...]it was the small tinge everyone gets before something's about to happen. But realistically, there was virtually nothing I could do about it until it actually occurred and slapped me in the face. The world isn't kind. You have to be tough.] << relatable.

He sassed Mori HELP 😂😭

"At any rate, you just got here. You did not see a thing. Understand?"

"Yes, sir." I nodded in agreement. [...] "I only just arrived. Thank you for taking a break from undressing a young girl and chasing her around the room for me. So what was it you needed me for?"

The boss pinched his brows together for a few moments to think before nodding as if he had made up his mind. -- The Dark Era

He can see into the future

this is honestly a cool ability with so much potential. I'm going to promote this post by @raaanpo because why not. it's cool. :)

Such a caring friend (he gave Ango the benefit of the doubt, was crushed at the betrayal, and the way he thinks about dazai i cant- TT)

I already knew what Dazai was trying to say and what his intentions were and yet I had no choice but to scrutinize his every word to find some sort of silver lining.

"Maybe Ango really was lying but he's an informant who deals with top-secret information on the Mafia. It's only natural he'd have a secret meeting or two. You can't blame him for that"

-- p.46, Dark Era (DE)

**

"Hey Dazai" [...] "Is there any possibility that someone framed Ango and is pulling the strings from behind the scenes?" -- p.61, DE

**

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ango turn his back to me before leaving with the Special Forces. [...] My tongue numb, I called out to Ango as he left, but even I didn't know what I was saying. An indescribable feeling of loneliness was the only thing filling my heart...as if I were floating at the end of the universe. Even that was swallowed by darkness. My consciousness faded to black. -- p.90, DE

**

"Dazai, stop" I begged in a hushed tone. [...]

"Dazai!" I screamed. I felt as though we were thousands of miles apart. [...]

"Sorry to shock you like that" (&lt;< dazai's the one speaking here btw) [...]

Had our ranks or relations been any different, I probably would have punched him right then. (note: this reminds me of when Fukuzawa slapped Ranpo TT) However, I am me and there was nothing I could do to him.

After returning my gun to its holster, I turned my back to Dazai and began walking away. With every step I took, I felt as if the ground were going to collapse, creating a bottomless hole that I would fall through for an eternity. Dazai's expression as he placed his finger on his forehead and approached the enemy-- that of a child about to burse into tears--remained burned into my eyes. -- chap 1, DE

^^ it's giving friend-who-knows-you're-depressed-but-waits-for-you-to-tell-them energy like 😭😭bruh Oda knew. he knew dazai was depressed but he didn't push him about it. he just listened to any of dazai's ramblings and was there for him. ugh. Oda TT

also oda and ango :")

Ango looked at us and continued, "If there ever comes a time when the Division and the Mafia no longer exist...if we're ever freed from the confines of our work...do you think we can drink here again like this?"

"Don't say any more, Ango" a voice said nearby. It was my voice. "Just don't." [...]

I figured that was probably the last time I would ever see him.

(I still maintain the belief that Oda only said this because he knew the tensions were high and Dazai literally just threatened to torture and kill Ango moments ago. That last line hurts, man.)

Insecure king

(despite being a powerful ex assassin and supporting 5 kids - my goodness does Oda have insecurity issues :") )

These are just some scenes of Oda not realizing what a king he is 😭

This was Dazai though; he was probably just talking out of his ass. A man in his twenties isn't going to be much of a balm for anyone's soul. -- p.17, DE

(help why does this sound so funny 😂)

I nodded. Dazai was always right and I was always doing the wrong thing. -- p.40, DE

"Maybe I should recruit them.." Dazai smirked while wiping his sweat. "I heard all about it, Odasaku. You're raising five kids, huh? And not only that, they're orphans from the Dragon Head's Conflict."

Even if I'd tried to hide it, Dazai would've been able to figure it out with just half a day's worth of research. -- p.56, DE

(says the guy who managed to hide the painting without anyone knowing. Ngl Dazai was kind of being a dick here TT).

Even if I took Ango's side there, nothing would change. (note: oda sweetie, you're starting to act like Dazai TT.) There was no way to break out of Dazai's trap around the bar's perimeter and the children would be killed if I betrayed the Mafia. --p.119, DE

^^ see what I'm talking about? tensions were high. it's not like Oda hated Ango. He just didn't want to escalate the situation. And plus, Oda's never been a false-hope type of guy. So when he rejected Ango's wish, it doesn't mean he hates him or doesn't want to be friends anymore. he's just protecting himself from getting his hopes up and being realistic. On another note, I think being in the Mafia def affected Oda negatively. He was much more confident in TDIPD. :(

Lost king

After getting into the car, I recklessly hightailed it to the office. I don't really remember much about what happened along the way; I might've driven down the three-lane highway in the wrong direction two or three times. -- chap 1, DE

If someone were to peer inside my mind at that moment, they would've witnessed something akin to a massive volcanic eruption. Countless question marks would have been blasting out of the crater, blanketing the sky in its entirety. And yet, the only visible reaction I had was a twitch of a finger. -- p.18, DE

I ended up standing in front of the son and introducing myself. As “the person who killed your father.” There was no word that could describe how angry the son was. He had all the rights to be angry. [...] He was hitting me, throwing stuff at me, and attacking me with all sorts of insults. I could easily dodge all of his attacks, but there was no way to avoid the insults.

When he became exhausted from all the rampage and finally sat down, I explained to him about the killing. After that, he demanded a compensation. For his father’s life, and for the rental fee of that book I took without permission. -- TDIPD

(bruh. Oda's wildin 😭 pulled up at the front door and said 'yeah I killed your father' like DJFWEIJF. If Oda became an author, he would def be openly weird like the author of chainsaw man and he'd be the type to share life lore w his fans despite it being illegal😭:

'Oda! I'm a big fan! I have a question. Did you ever kill a person? Why is your writing so good at capturing that stuff?'

I'm willing to bet good money he would actually answer that question honestly.

RBF king

I was sure I looked even grumpier than usual [...] I wasn't actually in a bad mood though. It was merely a problem of balance because my hands were full [...]. You'd need a little training to carry these with a smile. -- p.121, DE

('you'd need a little training to carry these with a smile.' << it's giving uncle vibes 😭)

Writer's block king

"Because there's only one story I want to write, and it's in here." I tapped my temple. "Unfortunately, I don't have the necessary tools or skills to bring this story to life. I feel like a lost mountaineer standing before the tallest, most sacred mountain in the world with just a single, tiny ax" -- BEAST LN

(Oda stop being so relatable...)

Was a good mentor to Akutagawa in BEAST LN (lit trained him, was okay w his antics, and was willing to go against the Mafia for him. Dazai who? Akutagawa was WAY more stable with Oda as his mentor 😭)

"How are you earning enough to take care of them?" (<< Aku asking)

"That's a secret." Oda let out a faint, almost inaudible laugh.

**

What I needed to do now, however, was worry about the new recruit, since he was a hundred times more messed up in the head than me.

**

Dazai walked over with a faint, indecipherable smile. "I've been training Atsushi for four and a half years, yet you beat him. It's hard to believe..." (uhm duh. that's cause he was trained by Oda 🙄💅who doesn't abuse his students unlike y-)

**

"Akutagawa, it was actually Oda who obtained this video," said Tanizaki who was seated. "Even with Ranpo's Super Deduction and Oda's extraordinary skill, Flawless [...], it took them three whole days to sneak into the secret facility and steal the footage. That just shows you how extremely dangerous the mission was and how hard it was to get this information."

That was when it hit Akutagawa. He had just recently been asked to watch over the orphans for three days while Oda was out of town on business.

ugH. KING behavior 😩👑

He's read the Bible

"John 12:24. You're surprisingly well read, Sakunosuke." --p.144, DE

^^ imagine if he and Fyodor had a conversation. that would be p. interesting.

was kind to the curry shop owner (ill elaborate later cause im so sleepy rn)

--- and so much more. I actually have a whole fanfic in my head of Oda TT (and that Oda is a lot different from the one in canon but is based off of him. yeah...I like Oda if u couldn't alr tell.😭)

I urge yall to please read Dark Era and The Day I Picked Up Dazai. It captures his character way more than the anime.

To end this post, I want to give tribute to the IRL! Oda Sakunosuke cause that's who the bsd character is based from and Oct 26 is his actual birthday 😸

About the Real Oda:

List of some of his works:

Thank youu 🥳

I hope this post encourages more oda love lol. he's such a king. 💅

tagging @carbonateds-oda because I need someone to share my unhinged Oda thoughts too 😭😩

(feel free to ignore btw or lmk if it bothers u. i feel like ive been too interactive lately TT)

anywy, happy birthday odasaku! 🥳🥳👑

[weirdo-autumn]

It's time to make a long ahh post on my OC just because

(This is going to be extremely long so be prepared-)

Nao Nishi (尚 二死), pronouns are she/they

they had a bit of a difference appearance, somewhat longer hair and an eye patch

They were more quiet, collected. While she still is, it was much more back then

They don't really care about what anyone says anymore- it's always the same insults repeated over and over again and she just got tired of it all

They love their parents dearly, along with present friends

Lonely as heck but hey, they didn't mind

...okay she did but just a LITTLEEE bit

They were the quiet kid in class, just doing she own thing

But if someone, such as a teacher, would talk to them- she would play a cheerful persona who acted like nothing was wrong

They have *such* a high love for samurai and warriors and japanese history and urban legends and all that- that's why they have her katana- that they got from their parents, hand-made

Also love scary stories

One time she wrote their own for a class assignment and they got an A

The best mark they ever got in her life, usually it's average

They also enjoy things like simply sitting around and listening to the sounds of wherever she is, like in a park, listening silently to the winds and possibly other people around doing whatever

They didn't enjoy talking with people much, because. yeah.

But now, they could talk all day but get embarrassed about it because god did she really talk this much

They have a love/hate for coffee

Things they really hate aren't much but- wasps, loud sounds/noises, getting sick, causing attention on herself, lying about anything to family/friends you know nothing special especially when they're forced to in a situation anyway-

Just two years ago, they lived in Japan with their parents- Liam and Nirako (韮高) ((designs in work)).

Back then, with somewhat longer hair, Nao never had their mask but an eye patch to cover her blind eye that they were born with, and because of that, it caused the people around her to be judged, mocked, and looked down upon.

Some of this madness was spread to their family but everyone's eyes were on and only on Nao.

Which was the absolute worst. But, they somehow managed to keep herself together- those were just complete strangers that didn't know a THING about them or her family, sure it hurt but those words meant practically nothing.

In school it was practically the same, whispers going around, laughter, mockery, same old same old. It was boring. And annoying.

But when someone with the name of Uso Akane (嘘 茜) came by,

" say... wanna become friends ? " he displayed a grin on his energetic face.

That smile.

That darn smile.

It made them sick.

Was it some joke? Some sick prank?

This entire time they've dealt with being alone but suddenly this guy shows up like nothing such a happy figure, does he really think she would fall for this?

" i don't think you're a bad person- " cut the crap, they aren't that stupid.

Everyone has talked about her.

Everyone thinks they're disgusting. A creepy little freak.

Why would anyone want to be friends with someone like that?

" everyone thinks and speaks on what they believe, but I believe you're actually kinda cool. This world judges people too much just for something simple as your eye. " he said, moving his hands in various ways to express more.

...

" you don't deserve that treatment, not one bit of it. "

" so, i'll ask again... " then, he stuck out his hand.

" can we be friends ? "

...

Why did he seem so desperate for a 'yes'?

That's what ticked Nao off the most.

They didn't know anymore if it was all a joke, a prank, or... nothing.

But... it could be...

" ...... fine. "

They wish she said 'no'.

They wanted to slap, hit, punch herself but. They chose this path.

She was just sick of being alone.

That friendship was all a lie yet thet stayed in that spot for so long.

His name is clearly a clue but NOPE. Apparently not.

Nao slid down to the ground, hugging their knees as they couldn't do anything but sit there as they overheard the familiar and other voices inside the classroom.

Go on and on and on and on about their disgusting, annoying, worthless, inhumane presence. A waste a space.

The complete usual for her, really.

It was gonna happen anyway.

And every single person was going to get a piece of their mind.

....... *click*

A year later, everything was back to normal.

Sort of.

Now, their hair is cut short.

Still the same old whispering and talking and mocking but it was less this time around.

Probably because of an 'incidence' that happened just a year back.

No idea what I'm talking about well-

Uso got outed.

By the half-sighted child herself.

Basically, Nao had hid as well as they could and with a tape recorder she bought, recorded every single time they were talked behind her back.

Ended up getting a recording of Uso hitting them across her face and that moment made everything so much better for them once everything came out.

She had kept it all inside.

So many emotions locked in.

They didn't even tell her parents, as too not worry the two more. They... had their own things to deal with after all.

Nao thought it was weird that not a single person found out but, maybe their fake little persona works in ways that even she doesn't know.

A happy, cheerful, just as energetic kid, as every other child.

But she hated it.

Their parents too.

It wasn't them but a mere, hollow, fake as plastic doll.

That no one but their parents truly loved.

Well, at least their dad did.

Nao never once wanted to act like that thing around their dad.

Her parents ended up divorcing, now it's just them and dad.

It was upsetting, but things like this happen- it's life.

Arguments are a part of that life too.

But doing to either of them would make them hate herself more.

But aside from all the baggage, this time around, they've been a bit more confident about herself, like, they simply don't care anymore.

She took off their eye patch ever since school ended, ever since she got up on that stage and gave it their all to the graduating students of their student- that was something for everyone to remember, especially by all the clapping and loud cheering by some people that made an impact on their school life it- it was something.

Those people will certainly never be forgotten, those two students and their teacher.

Nao didn't know whether to call them friends or simply acquaintances but they did mean a lot anyway.

Asahi Sakura had been there from the start- practically glued onto them, while it was annoying, she was genuine the entire time, even though she had to lie between her teeth with the others.

" gosh you're SO COOL!!! " she would squeal in utter amazement.

Then there was Hajimi Matsuno, the one who was the first to find out about what Nao was doing and how they really were.

" you're... something, all right... " he muttered as a nervous, breathless chuckle came out.

Their teacher, Osuka Akane, a kind-hearted women who treated Nao like any other person- with her warm smile and words.

" i may not know what you feel like, but you have every right to feel this anger inside. " she spoke softly, grasping the now broken racket from their hands.

It was the best Nao ever felt in their life, and it was even better to see and hear their dad to be so proud and happier himself.

So things were going well, even better as Nao didn't give a care in the world and acted more cheerful and upbeat- no longer faking it.

And soon, they both would be moving across the country- somewhere where they could move on and live a good future, with new people in their lives- make friends maybe even meet old ones

And certainly, Nao made those few friends.

...And a crush too. But I bet you know that bit already.

[deputy-buck]

oh my god, saw your post and now the idea of pup!tim/puppyplay with hawk and tim in general will be living in my head forever

Pup!Tim will live in my head forever as well, anon, we're in the same boat- here's a 50's moodboard, not a very good one because it's so hard to find stuff that doesn't look ultra-modern??? anyway

The lamb plush is a gift from Hawk, it is very much a play on the whole sacrificial lamb deal in the Bible, Tim hasn't quite caught onto it yet, but Hawk couldn't help himself. They play fetch with it in Hawk's apartment, Tim was a little uncomfortable crawling after it at first but now it's a regular thing, familiar and comforting to know Hawk isn't laughing at him but more so at how cute he is with the little lamb between his teeth and his face a little red and his hair more than mused, Tim likes seeing his handler happy. It lives at Hawk's apartment in the bottom drawer of his desk when Tim isn't there, otherwise it's usually sat on Tim's blanket, or being carried in his mouth from room to room as Tim follows Hawk around.

The blanket is another gift from Hawk. His puppy needs something nice to lay on, can't just force him to lay on the hardwoods with no cushion, that would be mean, and his pup is prone to getting a little cold in his stripped state. Underwear and t-shirt at the most, Hawk never understood putting clothes on their large dogs, so he's not going to. The blanket also stays in Hawk's apartment and is the only warm-toned blanket he owns. It also gives some relief to Hawk's own knees when he decides it's time to give his puppy a nice reward.

The collar -you guessed it- is yet another gift from Hawk. Look, Hawk likes spoiling his puppy, if he could get every little item he saw that made him think of his puppy, he'd be broke, and he's got Moneyyyy. He knew Tim wouldn't like anything flashy or harsh, his boy is the soft type in this mental state and would hate a prong collar, so Hawk opted for something classic yet still more than strong enough to pull on. It was the one thing Hawk had to get custom-made. He can't lie, he was the slightest bit flustered during the commission process but calm, cool, and collected when he picked it up, much too excited to see the look on Tim's face when he presented the gift to his pup. "Now everybody will know who owns you, Skip."

Not sure if I want Tim's pup name to be Skip/Skippy or something else, also I think the collar would be a little wider but that was the closest I could find that's simple.

Oh and look! A gift not from Hawk! The bowl is from Frankie. I like to think Tim and Frankie had a closer relationship than what was represented in the show, and one night while Tim and Frankie were drinking a little too much in Frankie's room, Tim spilled the beans on what he and Hawk had been up to, and how it felt so good to just follow what Hawk said without being expected to give a verbal response. Frankie first laughed cause of-fucking-course Tim likes something like this, but then he got to thinking... how can he be a little shit but also provide something of use? A bowl, a fucking dog bowl. He thought about putting Tim's name, or "Skippy" on it but settled on "Dog" just to really fuck with Tim. uhhh Tim nearly fucking cried from embarrassment that Frankie not only remembered the conversation but Bought him something because of it- He's just happy Frankie didn't give it to him in front of Hawk or Marcus, then he definitely would have cried.

-

I have a little fic coming out at some point in response to another ask, so keep this moodboard in mind when you read it!!! No clue when it'll come out though oops-

[ryuichirou]

Replies

A couple of replies with fandom stuff, then a couple of twst replies.

irregardlessly-tish asked:

A friend message me "YOU FOLLOW THE LEVI X GRISHA PERSON" and I had no clue what they were talking about but then they showed me the two pictures you drew of Levi and Grisha lol. It made me laugh a lot. Then I helped them found the uncensor version of one of the drawings in your pixiv since the link to twitter seem to be broken (I'm a great friend I know/j). I guess you could say they are big fans of your rarepair work!

LEVI X GRISHA PERSON AAAHH 😭 It’s always so funny to learn how people are referring to us; I was the Zevi artist, the Shroudcest artist… For some reason, being a Guriri (wow Grisha’s and Levi’s shipname is cute, I completely forgot about it) artist feels like such a high honour lol Especially because I had no idea there was someone out there invested in this ship. Your friend’s taste is excellent. A huge thank you to them for enjoying our stuff, and a huge thank you to you for helping to find the uncensored version. You really are a great friend hehe.

It’s honestly a shame that even the pixiv version is still censored (albeit not cropped like the tumblr version), because you can’t really post uncensored stuff there… So now only a few people who had saved our snk smut back when it was posted on our now-deleted twitter have it :(

(it’s a bit embarrassing looking back at those sketches and seeing all the mistakes though, yikes)

Anonymous asked:

I want to shake antis by the shoulders and scream at them all the time cause I see them being sooo unhealthy with themselves, and I've BEEN there I know what they are doing and I know it is just going to get them hurt with the same train wreck I got myself in!!

It's the whole problem with black and white thinking where you go "people treat incest shippers like satan himself, so I cannot accidentally enjoy it or I would be evil incarnate too, and adopted/step is the same thing, so I cannot accidentally like that, and found family is basically the same as adopted, so I have to avoid that, and character A called character B his bro one time, so..." that thinking pattern does not have a stopping point!!!!!! It is so unhealthy!!!!!!!!

And then people realize they can't stop themselves from enjoying unhealthy ships, and instead of separating fiction from reality, they just excuse everything abusive about the ship like it is fine and normal behavior because they cannot accept themselves enjoying something that is remotely problematic. It is so much more likely to get people hurt than just enjoying the porn of some fake brothers fucking 😭

Anon! First of all, sorry for replying late; we received your ask about a week ago but I didn’t have enough time to properly address it. Second of all, thank you for talking about it and sharing your experience.

It’s just like you said; people really don’t want to get ridiculed or hated, especially younger people, therefore, they are afraid of liking stuff that is even slightly problematic. And for some of them, if they don’t want their so-called friends to suspect them loving problematic stuff, they’ll act even more aggressive than they should to overcompensate. I feel like when it comes to antis who talk about us specifically, the most vocal and persistent ones are those whose friends called them out for following my accounts or liking my drawings. And this is honestly both sad and pathetic at the same time; I cannot imagine how bad of a headspace this might be. I don’t pity them though lol

We always talk about it, but still: this is a game you can’t win because the rules are always changing. The only thing that never changes is that there is no nuance, once the crowd decide that the ship is bad, it’s bad. Starting out with the basics, age gaps and incest are bad, right? Right. But what if the characters aren’t canonically related but could be interpreted as brothers? Then it’s still bad, right? But what if they aren’t at all brotherly, but one of them expressed that they want to do bad things to the other? Sounds bad, right? And thus, the only type of dynamic that exists is a romanticised version of a perfect gay couple: they are equal in every way, they love each other, they are SUCH DORKS together who fit perfectly to any “redraw this as your ship” meme that’s the hottest thing these days, they don’t have arguments, they don’t have misunderstanding and rough moments. Their personalities, everything that made their relationship unique or interesting completely disappears and smoothes out, and after that it’s not even a ship, it’s just a nice blend that is perfect for consumption because it doesn’t irritate your teeth, your throat, or your stomach. It’s tasteless, it’s boring, it’s nothing, and it’s not about the characters, it’s about deciding which two characters are unproblematic enough to be transformed into blorbos, and if they have some problematic elements in-canon, it’s okay, we’ll just erase those because being unproblematic doesn’t really matter. What matters is to act in a way that doesn’t go against what the rest of them are doing, because otherwise you’re making people uncomfortable, and if they are uncomfortable with you, they feel morally correct for attacking you.

It’s never about characters. It’s always about control, about cliques, about bullying and making everyone afraid to have an actual opinion. It’s about instilling in people’s mind that attacking strangers on the internet makes you a cool person because you are simultaneously a rebel for being so ballsy and brave, and a saint for having moral standards so high that you can’t stomach bad things even if they are fictional.

Sometimes people just have different ships and that’s okay. Sometimes people don’t have any ships and don’t understand the shipping culture, and that’s okay. What’s not okay is to feel entitled to this control over the way others consume media and interact with it.

Because it makes the fandom experience boring at best and unbearable at worst.

Sorry, I digress lol What I wanted to say is that you are right, it messes with people’s brains. And it is much more unhealthy than fantasising about the things that are 100% fictional (which is, by the way, a huge part of their appeal).

Anonymous asked:

just wanted to say I love your content a lot, it's a breath of fresh air from all the anti content present in the fandom

You are very welcome, Anon! And thank you so much for your support <3 It means a lot to hear that our stuff is refreshing to you.

Anonymous asked:

Is Lilia sneezing on people on purpose, or is it a sneeze button for him?

(this is related to this post)

We’ll never know, Anon, it’s one of Lilia’s many mysteries…

Maybe it started out as a joke, but then he really began to sneeze on people every time his nose gets booped lol

Anonymous asked:

Where can I see the art for the new Shaftlands event?

I don’t think all of them are fully out yet, but people are pretty active on twitter, so simply looking up characters’ names is probably going to work!

Anonymous asked:

…Quick, someone bully Idia into sending nudes.

And be quick about it because Idia could also quickly change his mind and hack the recipient’s phone to delete the pictures!!

[leclerced]

Okay since my frustration is out the window I come bearing Maxoscar meeting their girl.

For me she knows from the beginning they’re vampires or has no clue about vampires apart from binging TVD. So maybe one time when Oscar is kind of new he maybe feeds on her friend and when she finds them she thinks he’s murdering the poor girl so she starts hitting him with her bag or sth and only after sees that he’s got fangs and her friend doesn’t look like she was being slaughtered or sth. So maybe she’s a little frick and starts asking him questions and is super interested in what it’s like to be a vampire. Then Max finds them and is like “oh fuck…Oscar what have u done and why is some human girl interrogating you in a dark alley?”

If she doesn’t know then I see Max and Oscar go to the store to buy groceries (in my head vampires still eat normal food not only drink blood cause it would be a sad life, not being able to eat). But Max knows only the basic since he was holed up in his mansion for however long. So the boys stand in the middle of the sweet’s alley and argue about sth and right this moment our girlie comes up to them and is like “umm not that I want to be nosy or sth but I recommend *this, this and this*”. Max would be mesmerised by her for some reason and awkwardly try talking to her but everything comes out wrong and Oscar is trying to save the situation but he’s the best in things like that either so they both are embarrassed af but she just thinks it’s cute and gives them her number.

okok ballerina anon sent another ask im gonna post after this one ! tell me which u guys like more they r all different

i like the idea of her going out with friends and catching oscar feeding on one of them!! she'd assume they're hooking up and she starts laughing, "oh my god you're so drunk you're hooking up in an alley? no, we are going home." and then oscar looks up and she sees fangs and blood. finding out vampires exist because one of them is sucking on her friend's neck in the alley way is definitely not the best way to be introduced to the supernatural underworld. so she's totally freaking out. max shows up while oscar tries to calm her down by telling him he wasn't going to kill her, and he immediately starts complaining about how oscar's a mess and he needs to stop feeding in public because this is the third time he's been caught in a month. they just bicker back and forth while she stands there in shock. idk how it would continue but the idea is funny

the grocery store thing is cute. i kinda love it. oscar's trying to explain what each of the packages of treats are, but keeps telling max he hasn't actually tried them. "i mean, its an oatmeal cookie sandwich with cream in the middle." "yeah but, is it good?" "i haven't tried it, but it looks good, doesn't it?" after oscar explains what he thinks zebra cakes are for a third time, she interrupts and tells them they should get the oatmeal cream pies, the honey buns, and that the cosmic brownies are a must have, too. max starts questioning her on them, asking what her favorite is and why? oscar apologizes for the questions and says she can finish shopping, but she thinks they're cute so she's like, "tell you what. i'll give you my number and after you try them you tell me your favorites and i'll tell you mine."

max doesn't have a phone, so he writes her number at the bottom of his grocery list and makes oscar take him out to buy a cell phone afterwards. i think he would call her instead of texting like oscar suggests, he wants to hear her voice. he really wanted to facetime her after the at&t employee told him about that feature but oscar quickly talked him down and made him wait a day before he let him call the number. with this idea, how and when does she find out they’re vampires?

[mageofgoobygrove]

hi, goobers

i haven’t had this blog long, but i appreciate everything it has given me. this is definitely the outlet i needed to pick up writing again. i love interacting with all of you, and i love fulfilling ideas you send to me.

recently, i got a job to work weekends. i worked my first weekend + friday (32 hours) and it was pretty good. this was my very first job and i was hopeful this would be a new start. my mom helped me get this job and for that i’m grateful. but now i don’t have that job anymore. i got a text today that i’m just too young for the position and they’d rather have someone older to handle it. so that’s very devastating. i don’t even think i’m going to get paid, either, so…that’s wonderful.

i know i probably shouldn’t be putting this for strangers to read. but it’s too embarrassing to go and tell my parents right now, or my friends. i thought things were going to change, and now it’s gone.

i made a ko-fi just if anyone wanted to give a dollar. that’s the minimum. maybe i can make back what i lost, i don’t know. i’m scared and upset and i have no clue what’s going to happen once i tell my parents.

i’m going to stick around. if anything, this blog has made me happy. although my interactions with anons have been short, i really love my anons. i’m grateful for those who’ve followed me and liked my posts. i’m going to keep writing, no one will take that from me.

here’s my ko-fi. again, i don’t want anyone to feel pressured. it’ll just be under this post if anyone is interested. thanks, citizens of going grove.