#OKOK GOTTA GO WORK ON PUTTING IT UP

[ask2pame]

regarding your rant on frances design: TELL ME ABOUT IT. tbh i think all the designs peaked with beautiful world, and everything after that was just...discount budget versions of whoever theyre supposed to be. the beautiful world designs are GORGEOUS on their own, but compared to world stars? theres no contest. some designs i do like, like england looks nice, if not a little too polished, and portugal is really cute, but everyone else just got twinkified and butchered. and i love a twink! i do! but they look like they could be swapped out with my little pony designs and it wouldnt make a difference. france to me will always be a blonde with a ponytail, a little unkempt, with chest hair and stubble and flamboyantly manly with a touch of tragedy. thats france to me. not whatever waif they cooked up in the more recent series

// ok ok i can't tell if u mean like ''oOOOh tell me about it' as a phrase or u actually are inviting me to tell you about it but i'm going to take it as permission to ramble <3 but im putting it under the cut so i dont spam

okok so UR SO RIGHT i think the new designs are so OFF... like it kinda lost the plot. the characters are all weirdly polished?

ok im just gonna run down the characters i have a lot of thoughts about CUZ my god

ENGLAND!!! its gotta be beautiful world

cuz the early seasons england gets his crankiness on point but this design fits just how cranky and posh(?) he is, like he dresses like an old man and wears outdated 'punk' fashion, he drinks tea like an old lady.. it fits hes cute and expressive.

this england isLOSING hair where did his EYEBROWS GO!!!! thats HIS WHOLE FUCKING CHARACTER but also i really dislike the change from him going from a dirty blond to a bleach blond... doesnt work...

i want my man to look like he has a nicotine addiction, rugged and smug as shit. i think they leaned too hard on the 'tsundere' trope for him cuz hes not puffy cheeks with pouty lips hes an old man with a laundry list of war crimes

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ROMANO

ok. this one is a little hard cuz romano is good in ever season but he has these little minor changes that drive me CRAZY but my favorite will always be the earlier seasons

this ver of romano was a NASTY bitch he just showed up to be an asshole and i love it so much , i love his hair being dark brown with brown eyes ok , at the minimum his design fit his voice...

for beautiful world i think hes cute but i really don't ? like his eyes being green? like i dont know it just never felt right to me:( i like him having brown eyes

and later his design leans into the prev but when u look at him u don't see that one guy who REALLY doesn't wanna be here hes . too soft?

and the newer romano does have the bad attitude but now he's suffering from the 'progressively becoming a ginger' syndrome that a lot of hws characters have now

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RUSSIA

my pick for him is all over the place bc i think his new design is SO FUCKING CUTE like i wanna bite him and crocodile death roll him but i think he is SUFFERING from cuteness.... hes so . soft?

earlier seasons of russia showed up just to say some morbid shit and be brutal as fuck but he could also lean into being cute, thats his whole gimmick, cute but scary. his current design is cute with no threat.

i think beautiful world had that balance between cute and scary, he was cute and say mean shit like before and was ready to throw down any time america showed up, thats his whole deal. and you know at the bare minimum he's supposed to be fucking BIG and world stars makes him look like a fucking twink

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SPAIN

beautiful world was WORKING to make spain look good, he was ugly . he was boring. and then he walked in with a new tan and a warm hair color and the cutest smile (tho its hard to find pics of spain in these seasons cuz hes younger in a lot of them) and then it's just

what the hell happened here. i feel like im going insane but did his skin tone get ashy? like it looks more grey. and i know saying spain is 'tan' is generous but what the fuck happened. why did all his colors dull, why is his hair so . boring. where did the body mass go, where did the attitude go... world stars spain is very 'head empty' and not in a good way ....

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CHINA

one of the most overlooked characters but i love him

i think my favorite ver of him is still his original cuz i preferred him with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes and he's side part... it was so cute... and they swapped it for a middle part .... </3

like he was so cute ;; plus i preferred him as this kinda irritable older know it all character, like he was groaning and huffing and did NOT want to be there. but then he kind of got? infantalized(?) i think they wanted him to be cute but idk if china is considered one of the ancient nations by its own rules, then can we tone down the :333 factor on him a bit

like just comparing but this might be me raise hands at hima for this characterization. what did you do to my boy

like do u see it. am i crazy

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these bitches

these 4 just suffer from success in their OG and the beautiful world just made them way better (except i miss italy's darker hair </3) and then they just got handed bad animation in world stars

ok thats all i have time for rn BUT YEAH

[thefanciestborrower]

Okok, I know you have your own headcannons an stuff- but like- for the ninja boi's I have a few headcannons if you dont mind me sharing:

Headcannons related to the entire hecking chapter worth of a story I wrote lol:

Cole is absolutely terrified of the dark but won't tell anyone. This means that the only ninja who can eat him without him flipping out is Zane. This is cause, in my personal headcannon, Zane absolutely has glowing insides.

Jay constantly talks big game about eating Cole, but when he finally gets the chance to eat Cole, he ends up almost choking. Now Cole brings it up almost any chance he gets.

Cole has climbed up the kitchen counters multiple times to get to some dessert. Since Cole is about as tall as a hand is long, he normally fills up completely on dessert. He does this often at the worst times, such as before dinner or before a mission. This has gotten so bad that Zane has started hiding any dessert he makes in various places he knows Cole can't see them.

Just kinda general headcannons, not story related:

When any one of the ninjas are too hot in the summer, but they still want to be outside, they practically beg to eat Zane. Like give him the puppy eyes and everything. I think the only ones who can normally convince him though is Cole and Lloyd.

Jay used to playfully shock anyone he didn't ask to be eaten by, but he had to stop when he accidentally shocked Zane with too much electricity (this was after he had tried to pick a fight with Cole in the kitchen). All I have to say is poor Zane. He worked so hard on that spaghetti sauce.

Lloyd, as a kid, would often get in trouble, and as a punishment, get put in "time out," aka eaten. This was always a hassle since he liked to kick and make the one who ate him sick. Zane is the only ninja without a gag reflex and pain receptors, so for a while, he was the only one who would be up to the task.

On that note, once, when Lloyd was younger, he tried to sneak out. He then was then promptly stopped by Sensei Wu, who then woke up Zane to give him a "time out."

And ya! Heres some headcannons for ya 👍

Idk if all of em made sense, so let me know if I need to re-explain anything :)

OH my gosh these are all AMAZING!! Going insane rn

Cole being scared of the dark is something I’ve never really thought about but oh my goodness it’s perfect?? Like idk how to explain it but that just feels right you know? I ALSO think that Zane glows inside so nice to see we’re on the same wavelength there lmao. Like, why not give him some pretty glowy insides you know?

The image of Jay trying to choke down Cole is HYSTERICAL to me like come on buddy what do you think was gonna happen?? There’s no way that would have ended well for him and he deserves to get teased for it 

There’s honestly no way Cole WOULDN’T stuff himself stupid with dessert if shrunk and given the chance okay like that’s absolutely correct and Zane would be the person to hide everything from him. Just put it in the fridge he can’t get in there lmao

Zane is like a nice cool ice cube who doesn’t melt and keeps your core feeling cool of COURSE they’d wanna eat him in the summer! I would too! I would also probably only let Cole and Lloyd eat me lmao cause look, they’re just the teeniest tiniest bit more responsible than the others. Kai, Jay, and Nya are forces of chaos that cannot be contained. Rip Zane…..he didn’t deserve his spaghetti sauce to be exploded. Jay does deserve to zap people though he’s an absolute menace like that and look if you try and eat him without permission then you’re just asking for it at that point. 

YOU ALSO have the ‘little Lloyd getting ate for time out purposes’ headcanon oh my goodness!! Look look the kid was an absolutely feral gremlin okay sometimes you just gotta contain him, and because he BITES then Zane is the only one who can really tolerate that sort of chaos. I like to think Zane has some soundproofing qualities to his internal storage/stomach compartment lmao, so when he gets given Lloyd in the middle of the night he can just tune out the enraged shrieking and complaining. At least until Lloyd tires himself out and finally goes to sleep 

These are all SO GOOD WAAAA if you have any more I’d love to see them lol. That goes for anyone btw give me your headcanons I wanna see!! 

[manicplank]

Hygiene Headcanons

Peppino: Probably not the cleanest guy. Goes like 3 days without a shower usually. When he's depressed, it's understandably longer. Greasy, kind of a gross guy. Usually smells like pizza. Might smell lightly of a cologne since he typically wears deodorant.

Gustavo: Showers daily or every other day. He's the type of guy to wash behind his ears. Simple guy. Clean guy. Good guy.

BONUS Brick: Does not like the bath. Gustavo has to wrestle him to get him in the tub. Once he's in the tub, though, he loves playing in the water.

Mr. Stick: Showers every other day unless he's been sweaty (which isn't often bc he doesn't necessarily exercise). Puts a dab of cologne on his neck every morning.

Pepperman: Usually showers daily since he's covered in paint by the end. Doesn't technically have to use soap but probably uses a 3-in-1 shampoo-conditioner-body wash-motor oil-antifreeze. Wants to smell like AXE but ends up still smelling like a pepper (duh).

The Vigilante: Okok hear me out on this one. Based on his boss portrait, since he's covered in stickers or paper or debris or whatever tf it is, I feel like he maaaybe isn't the cleanest guy. Cowboys aren't the cleanest. As a horse girl, I can confirm, they're kinda dirty. He figures he's gonna get dirty on the farm, anyways. So he probably showers like every 3 or 4 days. Sorry, Vigi stans. Farm boys are a little gross.

The Noise: Usually every other day but it varies. If he's extra sweaty from being a goofball in a costume, he'll shower daily. If he doesn't shower, he at least washes his face. "Gotta keep that face clean for T.V.!" Might go a few days without showering if he's depressed. Hates getting in and out of the shower, but once he's in, he showers until the hot water runs out. No longer allowed to take bubble baths after he filled the entire bathroom with bubbles. (However, he wasn't this cleanly before he met Noisette. He cleaned up better when they started dating as to not scare her away, but beforehand, he was uh... not the cleanest.)

Noisette: CLEANEST PERSON IN THE TOWER. Showers daily. Shampoo, conditioner, nice scented body wash. Lotions her entire self once she's out. She washes everything from behind her ears to between her toes. Probably gets manicures and pedicures. Does Noise's nails, too. Wears a light amount of perfume. Moisturizes her face. Just a clean little lady. Smells like flowers or coffee depending on whether or not she worked in the cafe that day. Much like Noise, she also showers until the hot water runs out. Their water bill is off the charts, but he pays the bills sooo. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Fake Peppino: A lot like Brick, it's a battle to get him in the bath or shower. He used to be easier, but he once pulled the drain plug while in the bath and got sucked down. Poor baby was terrified. Pizzahead had to dig him out of the pipes. He now has to be supervised when in the bath, which is fine since his clothes are technically part of his body. Washing him usually makes him a little less goopy and gets rid of all the dirt that sticks to him. Prefers baths. Will stay in there until he melts. (See; frog) Then it's a battle to get him out.

Pizzaface: Despite being a machine, he's waterproofed. Relatively clean considering he was so RUDELY walked in on by Peppino before the boss fight.

Pizzahead: Second cleanest person in the tower! Showers daily but uses unscented soap. Weird that a pizza can shower, but if he gets too greasy, he gets slippery and gross. Once he's clean, he slathers himself in preservatives to stay looking young and pristine.

Pillar John: Cleans up every now and again to get the dust and dirt off. Doesn't take long. I mean, he's made of rock. Rocks don't really shower.

Gerome: LOVES long hot baths. Might even take a bubble bath. Will stay in there for hours. He even fell asleep in there once. Almost drowned. Doesn't really smell like anything since he is also made of rock.

[bright-and-burning]

okok vague writing prompts?? idk if you want one word or tropes but here is a list: nervous; college au; office worker au; insecure; flushed; siren au; zombie apocalypse; flutter; hoarse; clenched teeth!!!! hope something interests you!?!??! im sorry if i fail!!!!

omg so many thank you anon!! i went with office worker au, but i will be saving the other ones for the future :) if you see any typos it’s bc i wrote + posted this in one go and also no you didn’t <3

“And that’s why our new procurement process is, uh, brat,” Zak says, slightly choppy over Zoom. They really need to sort out the wifi in this wing.

Lando snorts, loud in the empty set of cubicles around him. He gets a lot done during these calls; nobody else works in person on all-staff meeting days.

“Jesus Christ,” someone mutters.

Nobody but Lando and this guy, apparently.

Lando double checks that his camera and microphone are off before popping his head over the grey cubicle wall. He doesn’t need to pay attention until Andrea starts talking anyways, and Zak’s only just hit eight minutes of monologuing. He’s got at least three more minutes before he needs to check back in.

“Hello,” Lando mouths, before realizing there’s no way this guy just broadcast his muttering to the full all-staff meeting. He repeats himself out loud.

“Hi?”

New guy’s face has gone all scrunchy.

Cute.

“I’m Lando. You’re new?”

He certainly wasn’t in the building for last month’s all-staff. Lando would know. He’d taken advantage of the empty office and switched his shitty desk chair for new guy’s cubicle’s nice one after the last guy left. Whoops.

“Oscar, kind of.” New guy, Oscar, is still trying to pay attention to Zak. Can’t have been around that long, then.

“Nice to meet you, kind-of-Oscar.”

Oscar pulls another face. Lots of faces on this guy.

“I meant-“

Lando cuts him off.

“I’m fucking with you. How are you ‘kind of’ new? There’s no way I missed you.”

Oscar’s eyebrow raises, even as his cheeks go a little pink. Lando shrugs, lucky that embarrassment doesn’t show as easily on his face as it clearly does on Oscar’s. He didn’t mean it like that. He also didn’t exactly not mean it like that, now that he’s said it, but that’s not the point.

Oscar pushes through Lando’s blunder like it never happened.

“I started last month? Andrea let me work remotely until I found a place. Didn’t sort things out till last week, so only been here,” he gestures at his undecorated cubicle, motion somehow infused with dryness, “since Thursday.”

Lando nods. Makes sense: he was out last week and neck-deep in deadlines on Monday. Oscar could’ve been a talking giraffe and Lando wouldn’t have noticed before today.

“You in analytics then, or?” Lando lets the sentence hang. He’s not all that sure what other departments they even have. Probably what paying attention to the all-staff is for. He’ll just ask George at drinks next week. Half to wind him up and half because he needs a list to work off of if he ever wants to figure out what Bottas does.

“Database management, actually. Think they ran out of desks in their wing, had to shove me in with you guys.”

“Well,” Lando says, dramatically sweeping his hand around, “welcome aboard.”

They smile at each other for a second too long.

Oscar opens his mouth. Lando glances down , and then down further to his watch.

“Oh shit, Andrea’s gotta be starting soon.”

Lando dips down fully onto his side of the wall, a little frantic. He pokes his head back up a moment later.

“See you around, kind-of-Oscar.”

Oscar laughs as he disappears behind the half-wall separating them again.

“See you around, Lando,” he says, smile audible in the quiet office.

Lando puts his headphones back on.

“—ank you to accounting. That’s everything in finance; anything new in data, Andrea?”

Perfect timing.

[nitewrighter]

Hello!! I believe i scrolled though all of your ow fanteractions, and, before i say anything else, i absolutely adore them! And your writing is really..inspirational to me, is the word? So yeah, i appreciate the work you do here <3 And while i'm here, i haven't seen you write any Reaper/Gabe (however you want to call him) interactions, so hows about him interacting with some of the "new gen" Overwatch and just younger agents in general? (would love to see Illari in the mix, if you can do that :D). Or, ooooh, him interacting with Junker Queen? That for sure would be an interesting dynamic. Would they get along because of the whole "murder everyone" agenda they both got going on? Or bond over their edgy aesthetics? Or will they totally hate each other? (More like, Gabe would hate JQ because she's too nosy and chatty for his tastes, but y'know. details) okok!! i'm done now. Sooo sorry for rambling LOL

I do have Reaper interactions! They're under the tag 'Gabriel Reyes' on my blog.

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Junker Queen: Soooo you've got a murder list, that's mostly people you used to work with?

Reaper: *pause* In a sense.

Junker Queen: What's that supposed to mean? Are you murderin' 'em or no?

Reaper: To some of them, death would be a mercy they don't deserve.

Junker Queen: Ah the 'you don't want to know' threat. Classic. Lemme guess--you don't actually know what you're going to do to them?

Reaper: I don't see how it's any business of yours.

Junker Queen: Just saying, the cowl, and the mask, it's all a bit try-hard, innit? A bit... performative.

Reaper: *seething* 'Performative?'

Junker Queen: You could put some heads on pikes and that would get your message across just fine, but you gotta go all theatrical.

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Illari: Those abilities... Did you choose what was done to you? What... made your body like that?

Reaper: I did what had to do to protect my people. To complete my mission. I'm sure you understand.

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Reaper: *sigh* Of course you and the ingrate found each other.

Baptiste: He's told me a lot about you, actually! I would have never guessed the passion for mariachi music before.

Reaper: *grumble*

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LifeWeaver: All right everyone, before this mission, let's all ground ourselves and our intentions with a few calming three-part-breaths! Stomach, ribs, chest, nice and slow! Ready?

Reaper: *absolutely horrible coughing*

LifeWeaver: Oh--okay, just take your time, and then we can--

Reaper: *even more wretched coughing*

LifeWeaver: If you need, we can start a little shallower and build our way up to--

Reaper: *borderline death-rattle coughing*

LifeWeaver: ...Are you doing that on purpose?

Reaper: *cough* Is it working?

[ijosijen]

Head Parameter Thoughts

I'll probably explain wtf my metadata model is in a future post, but the broad strokes are similar to the minimalist program.

Okok? Cool ima talk about the three biggest word ordering paradigms through the lens of head parameter.

First off, metadata syntax assumes that movement isn't real - there's only projection - and that a phrase's head directionality is information stored in the word class, which is itself a probably a sub-morpheme of the head. (a.k.a metadata on said head)

What's also stored in the head's metadata? Subject and object assignment. No such thing as a subj/predicate here. The verb heads all of its arguments, which means that VO and OV word orders are literally all that there are. Or, rather, if we call an Arg "A" (for now), then the word orders are AA...AV and VA...AA. etc.

The VP is itself going to be headed by a finite marker F. Which is to say that the predicate was real the Whole Time !! i'm sorry,,,,

Inside of the VP, our head verb is casually tossing out theta roles. The exact function of the argument vis-a-vis the verb is - you guessed it - determined by the verb's metadata, which chooses certain arguments as its agents and patients etc etc.

How does it choose them? Speaker choice, though information transfer likes its topic prominence, so let's say that the earliest arg gets subject, other args object, etc etc. As it's assigning these platonic roles, a verb may also literally be assigning marked cases. The subject is basically always there so that's usually pointless, but maybe an accusative. Maybe a dative for a generic indirect object. Maybe other args came with a case, PP or whatnot, so it doesn't really have to worry about those.

Or maybe your lang is ergative and considers a a patient more topical. So the verb's first marked one will be your agent. if you wanna do that. for some reason. Most sentences involve an agent, though ig a few involve a patient -- a situation common enough that it's mostly solved through passive voice. The dative being the most topical element is kind of insane though, and nobody would do this. Very few "topical dative" sentences.

Let's get back to the role'd out VP. it's doing pretty great! Alas, your only two word orders are now SOV and VSO.

This runs into the fundamental issue with how we (humans) like to order things in terms of their topicality. Head initial as a base structure is nicer for our brains because we have to keep less information in the working memory, but it renders a word order that puts the verb (comment-ass information) at the front.

SOV, in exchange for the slightly heavier memory load, is having a topicality party up in here. But enough languages in the head-initial camp figure the subject (the agent) to be so important and topical that they'll take the extra effort to project it up and out into the jacketing tense clause. Most of the metadata (including the phonetic realization data lmao) gets beamed up and out, creating a holographic initial subject nonetheless tethered to its trace inside the VP.

But the SVO was worth it. Like sure it's a bit of a trainwreck and the projection is expensive and now your arguments are separated from one another (bad unliked) but at least the subject is topical, the head-initial order is easier for the listener, and you don't really have to rely on overt nom/acc case markings anymore, with the verb in the way of the surface forms.

These are still three rather goofy options, but from start they're the compromised choices that most languages have gotta and then do end up making. As for our weird ones (VOS, OVS, OSV), i mean. I dunno. But in my eyes they're doing similar gymnastics as the more common orders except it makes things less simple/topical. But there's research to be done there obv.

[yayforocs]

Hi I’ve had a lot of thoughts abt minecraft ocs while working the past few days and I’m!!! I need to write them down and share them in a good concise spot, and this is essentially just like editing down what I was throwing at moss in discord yesterday sdlkfjsd

So it started bc I was thinkin about razor and his hels

Mostly bc I was thinkin abt throwing some multiverse shenanigans onto razor which is its own whole thing!!! Ages ago I came up with a couple other stories involving him that were entirely separate from each other but thought now that it'd be fun to let razor have some sort of connection to those stories, haven't figured out yet if it's like. If he's able to connect with those other selves of his or if it's like he can just observe or if he can travel to/from, idk yet but I’m messin around w it

So I was also wondering if that might would extend to his hels too :V haven't figured that out yet either but also like thinking abt his hels n their connection bc I'm thinking they don't rly see each other

SO THE HELS GUYS OK

Razor, I don't think, even knows he has one

And his hels doesn't care to let him know he exists and given that he doesn't want to make friends or be attached to literally anyone is perfectly fine with his easy existence in the coliseum until he stops existing bc what's the point when all he and anyone else are gonna be in the end is names on a wall at best. He does well enough in the coliseum to keep on there, but he doesn't put in a particular amount of effort y’know. ppl like that he can throw sparks sometimes- bc like his counterpart he’s part blaze- n that’s easy enough

Changing course to aqua!!! And his hels- mostly his hels actually bc I haven't really. thought of much for player aqua yet 😅😅 or how they. view / interact with each other.

But I had a stray thought cleaning a couple days ago that if his hels is working his way up in influence, that probably also comes with money, and the coliseum is like. A Big Thing n u must be big and important if you're sponsoring someone there, right? He wants all the status he can get so he should sponsor someone!!

This bit is guesswork tho bc I. Don't remember much about like. How the sponsors work. But I was thinking like maybe all the best Bigger Fighters were taken/spoken for or smth? So he's stuck having to pick an underdog, or maybe is just wise enough to know he doesn’t rly have the status to support someone big, so he’s gotta gamble a bit, which. Now that I type that out I do like that one better actually I’m gonna go with that

My multiple stories of Minecraft characters has them all find each other in some way, so I like the thought of he ends up picking razor!

Well shoot, now razor had someone he has to like. Actually try for. Bc now he's sponsored, now he's representing the coliseum, now he has to put in the effort, and oh god what if he does poorly now that he’s sponsored would he get kicked out he has to try better now and suddenly his easy existence is not easy for him dsfghj he’s got a touch of anxiety, don’t mind him

So that may go interesting places :V

Ty!!!! Tyratone n her hels!!

I was thinking abt how they would view each other n realized like. They'd be jealous of each other. Ty would see her hels being ten different ways of productive n useful and thinks man she's like Got Her Spot In The World, nobody thinks she's useless n she always pulls her weight, she’s so good at everything?????

Meanwhile her hels would see her n be like man she's got a close circle of friends and she doesn't have to even try for it????? Her hels doesn't have time for friends bc she's too busy trying to run around and do things for people to try to find some sort of purpose for herself

So they don't like each other fjshfkdj

I can kinda see her ending up connected to the other two by way of just that she runs errands. She’s bound to do something for someone and likely multiples someones at the coliseum at various points right :V maybe atl

N then fire!!! Fire okok

So his hels is essentially the qualities of himself that he's afraid of- his hels is a more 'monstrous' version of him that he's terrified other ppl might see him as if he's not constantly trying to cover up his warden self

My thoughts of how they might would see each other was mirrors bc he's refusing to look at himself for who he really is but also that's tango n tanguish n I Don't Wanna Recycle

Then I thought well. His hels' existence is literally his nightmare. What if they visit through dreams? :V

N it's kinda vague if they're like Actually With Each Other or not but they've never wanted to do anything to each other or themselves to find out

So they both think they're just having like. Really Vivid Dreams

It’s not every time they sleep tho like only sometimes when fire falls asleep does he suddenly find himself faced with his other self and vice versa

Fire's hels, I think, is the easiest one for me to accept that he would be eventually poofed to nothing, if only because their story would be kinda similar to the game Celeste, where it's a story of acceptance of yourself and loving who you are (fire’s hels is defo not as antagonistic as badeline tho sldkfjsd)

And also bc it's still up in the air RNS-wise of what really happens to a hels once they are gone, so it's kinda being viewed for me through a lens of the two becoming whole again instead of like one character fading to nothing bc the other fixed an issue y’know

The others are kinda harder for me to be like 'welp they're hels they're gonna be gone eventually' gksjfkk

Especially Nora now that I've gone and written about her qvq whICH is. I haven’t done much more thinking about her yet buT I have realized that she and ty might connect bc if ty’s an errand runner then nora may hire her at some point :V

I have done thinking about aron tho n her view on nora and I am working on writing things on that 👀

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

OKAY SO OBVIOUSLYYY I HAVE TO WONDER ABOUT KNIGHT!SUGU X ROYALTY!READER but also!!! satosugu x aroace!reader sounds so interesting!!!!!! i would love to hear about them!

ALEXISSSSS TAKE A SEAT BELOVED here is ur drink… 🧃

OKOKOK IM EXCITED i was hoping u’d ask abt the knight au so i could hear ur thoughts hehe. since ur the reason it exists !! the god parent if u will…. aaa and the aroace!reader fic is v special to me too!! 🥺 that one is just a vague idea atp BUT ill get to that…

FIRST OF ALLLL knight!sugu x royalty!reader our beloved……. okok so i mightve mentioned some stuff alr but ill just run my general idea by u!! i have basically all of it outlined, just gotta get to writing </3

but basically; reader is kind of a brat. Very Much a brat. and sugu gets hired to act kind of as their bodyguard — which reader really doesnt like but sugu is just too patient and their attempts to annoy him so much that he leaves dont work LMAO … he also kinda likes the fact that theyre difficult yk its the Mother in him. he’s very boyfriend very protective very much a big ol tease

but then obv they grow closer <33 suguru really isnt anywhere near as straightlaced as he wants to appear, and both him and reader kinda have that Hunger to see the world yknow?? or to just break free of their chains. so reader brings out sugu’s more wolfish side and he eventually gets pretty lenient w sneaking them out of the castle, teaching them how to fight w a sword … etc etc. very much a Forbidden Romance but its not angsty bc i love them and i want them to be happy <33

HERE R SOME RANDOM SNIPPETS im gonna let this one cook for a while bc i need it to be perfect… putting my heart and soul into getting the alexis approval fr

”so you didn't pull your sword out of a rock?” you frown, already losing interest. lame. ”stone,” he corrects, unperturbed. ”and i'm afraid not.” he gives you a smile, barely concealed amusement swimming in his amber eyes. ”i pulled mine from an oak tree.” … ”wait, really?” ”depends,” he quips, brushing past you with a grin. ”how gullible are you, my lord?” (argh.)

he kneels. he always, always kneels. such a large man, all toned muscle and tall stature, broad shoulders and firm chest — kneeling at your feet. like a loyal dog, with a rustle of armor, a flutter of fabric, a sigh and a smile. suguru always kneels.

here it comes. effortless, perfected, your one god-given talent; an irresistible pair of puppy dog eyes. the voice that spills from your lips is hopelessly meek, pleading, so sweet you’d get cavities if you didn’t know how fake it was. ”take me outside, please?” you whine, lips jutting down into a slight pout, accompanied by a flutter your eyelashes —  suguru smiles. ”no.” a beat. frustration bubbles up inside your veins, trickling down to your wrist, and you grit your teeth. barely resisting the urge to stomp your feet into the floor. ”you’re supposed to listen to my every command!” ”still no, sweetheart.”

CAN U TELL IM A LITTLE ILL ABT THEM alexis this is all ur fault smh smh…… they mean the world to me

aaa and then!!! stsg x aroace!reader…. 👀 honestly i just realllly love blurring the lines between platonic and romantic love in my writing and thats kinda where this idea came from!! nothing’s written out or outlined, but the idea is basically just that stsg are an established couple + both in Love w reader + confess by a cold beach in the middle of the night :333 just those good ol coming of age vibes. and it obviously doesnt really go as planned bc reader is so hesitant.

i’m not sure when i’ll get to writing this one out esp since its so self indulgent pskdjdj bUT the focus will def be on reader’s feeling and the love they all feel for each other, etc etc!! ty for indulging me this one makes me v happy to think abt hehe

[sichore]

okok, I'm feeling generous and this can be a standalone thing.

Dethklok's resident artist has a migraine, and Pickles is the most qualified to handle it.

It starts with a twinge.

Jimi pauses mid-stroke, brush suspended in mid-air. There's no mistaking the faint twang she felt between her eyes, like the first string being plucked, reverberating down through her body. The note stops abruptly deep within, promising nausea.

She only has a few minutes, and maybe if she hurries, she can find her pain meds.

She did bring them, right? Surely, they're around here.

Three minutes later, she's at the sink, hastily washing out her brushes. The twinge is now a pulse.

Eight minutes later, she's turning over bags, searching drawers, wondering how in the hell she could have misplaced something so important. Maybe she has time to call up someone – but who? The Klokateers aren't hers to summon.

As she deliberates, the light of her phone stabs through her eyes. Her stomach lurches. It's too late.

Twelve minutes after the first twinge, Jimi has retreated to the dark cave of her bedspace. Clothes hastily shed and bonnet thrown on, she is cocooned by the blackout curtains surrounding her bed, blankets and pillows pulled over her head. Curled in a fetal position, breathing carefully through her mouth. The cool breaths of air soothe her aching stomach, as the migraine hits full force.

She'll lose the rest of the day and most of the night to this. Fortunately, her benefactors are merciful – to her, at least. There will be no penalty for taking the time off to take care of herself, and that at least is a small comfort as she swirls in a vortex of agony. If she closes her eyes tight enough, and waits, she can just sleep it away.

It's never easy to settle down when this happens, mind racing with all she needs to do. Should have done. Her work, her pills that should have been somewhere accessible, how stupid it was of her to assume she'd be fine here, knowing that she has no definite triggers.

But that’s for future Jimi, to berate past Jimi for not being prepared. Right now, this Jimi just wants peace, pain-free.

She fades in and out of consciousness, blessedly blackening out into the void, and has almost sunken completely when she hears the whispers at her door.

"I dunno, what if she doesn't wanna hang out?"

"When hasch she ever said no, Nathan? Huh? Let's fucking go!"

Well, maybe in another universe, they were whispers. Were they even trying to be quiet?

"Guys, maybe she should waits for her to come out on her owns?"

"She works too much, we've gots to go pal around now! It'll be good for her."

"Nathan and Skwisgaar are right, guys, we – Toki, dood, no, don't!"

The door slides open, despite Pickles' protests. Jimi can only groan quietly from her painful prison; she's really not in any state to entertain the guys, but if she tries to speak loud enough to tell them to go, she'll probably throw up. Maybe they'll just… get bored, and leave her be.

Alas, working with Dethklok is much like working with a bunch of teenage boys, who also happen to be cats. And krillionaires. Meaning they will get into absolutely everything while looking you in the eye, and no one can tell them no.

"Look, see? She's not here, so let's just go, okey?"

"We can at least look around, Pickles. We gotta make sure, right? Pickles?"

"That tone is naht gonna work on me today, Nathan."

"The fuck isch this? Modge podge?" Is he going through her supplies? "Looksch like cum." Ah.

"Put that down, Murderface." 

"Ooh, this ams her new work!"

"Get back over here, Toki! We are leaving, now."

"What abouts the bed?" Skwisgaar sounds close. Too close. Jimi curls up more. This would be funny if she didn't hurt so much. "Maybe she takes a nap?"

"Tch. Schleeping on the job…"

"Skwisgaar, wait, no, don't wear your boots over there –"

"Pickles, what is with you all of a sudden? It’s like you know all the rules of this place."

"Don't worry about it. Look, I'll check it out, all right? Just gimme a sec."

Funny how Jimi recognizes the shuffle of Pickles toeing off his shoes – he's really gotten mindful of that now, hasn't he? But the soft thought is cut short. Even under the darkness of her bedding and closed eyes, she still feels the light from her curtains opening, like getting hit with a bat.

"Ah!"

"Oh, crap–!"

Just as swiftly, the curtain closes. It's only a minor relief as the voices of the band rise in triumph.

"Founds her!"

"There she is, I heard that!"

"Yeah, no, everyone out."

"We can'ts even say hi?"

"Nope. Out, c'mon, everybody out."

The groans and complaints of those silly, baby, grown ass men grow more faint as they go back to what Jimi's assumes is her door, as she hears it slide shut, muffling their protests. (“But why does Pickle get to–?”)

It's quiet, again, and she sinks into the bed, not realizing how anxious she'd been. She thinks she's alone, until she hears the whispers of socks shuffling over the rugs of her living space.

"Jimi?" Pickles' soft voice is not entirely unexpected, but she still jumps. "I'm coming in, okee?"

She nods, not like he can see it, and even though she's prepared for the curtain opening, she still whimpers. The flash of light lasts only a moment, followed by the rustle of clothes as the drummer moves nearer.

She feels the bed dip slightly.

"Hey, Jimi?"

"Mmn."

"It's Pickles."

"Mmhm."

"The drummer."

"Hey."

"You sound like a frog."

"Yeah."

"What's the matter?"

Jimi sighs deeply, another attempt to soothe her nausea. She finally moves, shifting from her belly to her side so she can slip a hand from underneath the warm shell of her covers. 

The air of her room feels so cold, yet soon, she feels rough fingers on her own, closing over them.

"I'm in a lot of pain," Jimi croaks out. "Migraine."

“Oh, that’s it?” Pickles sounds relieved; she hears his exhale. "You didn't tell nobody?"

"I didn't… wanna be a bother."

The studio space is just for convenience. It's not Dethklok's responsibility to take care of her. Jimi should have been better prepared. All the care she put into making this space she was granted as efficient as could be, and she couldn't even do that properly.

She just wants to lay here. She can't even do that. Her fingers flex when she realizes Pickles hasn't moved, and his grip stays. Gentle, and firm.

As much as she doesn't want to be seen like this, in a bonnet and not at all put together, Jimi shuffles around until the pillow covering her head slides down enough so that she can peek out from her solitary haven.

There's not much she can see without her glasses, let alone in the dark. But she sees Pickles. She sees the green of his eyes here in the dark – deep as a forest, steadfast as moss, and not at all dimmed despite the lack of light.

Judging from the angle, he has his cheek pressed to her bed, peering sideways back at her.

"There ya are. … Can I getcha anything?"

Jimi swallows. She's too ill to be overwhelmed. "... Pain pills."

"I think what I got is a bit much for ya, but hold on." He finally pulls away, and Jimi closes her eyes as another wave hits her, listening to Pickles pat down his pockets. "Ah, can't see shit – I'm pulling out my phone."

Jimi can't tell, thankfully. Maybe he has it facing away from her, so the screen’s light doesn’t bother her. She's spent the most time with Pickles by now, come to think of it, but she still doesn't understand why he would be so kind to her. She wasn’t going to fool herself into thinking he was any less of a dick than the rest of the band.

"Oxy too much for ya?"

"Yeah. I need, ugh… Naproxen. Ibu… profen. Excedrin. Something like that."

There's a faint tock tock tock – is he typing? “Anythin’ else?”

“Ugh… caffeine?”

“Like coffee?”

“Yes, please. Not too hot.”

“Okey, just lemme…” There’s some more typing, and the bed dips again, deeper this time. Jimi’s shrunk back a little under her covers, but her hand is still out. And Pickles’ hand covers hers, thumb absently rubbing over her knuckles as he keeps typing.

Heat and pressure flood Jimi’s eyes and nose. Her throat constricts, unable to stop a choked sob from emerging.

“Whoa, whoa, hey.” Pickles stops typing, sets down his phone to take her hand in both of his, and Jimi squeezes her eyes against the tears that manage to escape. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

God, this is so embarrassing. Jimi has to take her time to just inhale, exhale, get a hold of herself, calm down. Why was this job making her cry so much, for the first time in years?

And Pickles just waits, which makes it worse.

“Why…” Her voice breaks, and now shame joins the various waves washing over her. Her voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

Jimi would like to think she’s only a little stupid, even if she can be naïve. Like trying to see the good in her employers, knowing that the mortality rate just for being in their vicinity was astronomically high, and they hardly seemed to mind. Being vulnerable like this in front of someone who held so much power over her was beyond foolish and against everything she knew, was taught through her life and the lives of all the other women before her.

And yet.

And yet…

“I wasn’t gonna just leave ya like that,” Pickles says. Gently. “Honestly, when I saw ya huddled up like that, I thought…” He fidgets, hands shifting around to rub his thumbs in slow circles over hers. “We can’t hang out if yer feeling bad.”

Jimi smiles, despite everything. “I have work to do.”

“Eh. It can wait.”

When was the last time anyone had sat with her like this, when she was feeling at her worst, even more useless to everyone? Jimi hardly remembers. She’s been on her own so long, now, always had herself to rely on when she got sick and couldn’t push through it to make it to work. Even when she still lived at home. Even when she was with her partners, who had insisted on helping, the one time she arrived stumbling, vision blurred even further from the severity of her migraine.

They wanted to help, and still Jimi insisted she was fine, she could handle it, don’t worry, she’ll be fine soon, then…

She pushes away those memories, sets herself adrift in the haze between the waking world and sleep, the physical and beyond. Faintly, she hears Pickles typing on his phone again, but there’s still the embrace of one hand. Warm, anchoring, floating along with her.

Jimi isn’t sure how long they stay like that, but eventually, Pickles rises, taking his warmth with him with a soft, “Be right back.”

And she thinks that’s the end of it, but she feels more at peace now, and could fall asleep like this, falling away from her myriad of thoughts and worrisome memories.

Only Pickles returns. She hears the soft clunk of something being set on her nightstand.

“Hey, Jim. Can ya sit up? I’m gonna turn yer lamp on, okee?”

Mercifully, Pickles turns the dimmer slowly, so Jimi doesn’t even feel the glow from beneath her blankets. She has time to brace herself before emerging from beneath the covers – and pulling the sheet around her chest, almost forgetting herself. She’s not so out of it that she isn’t self-conscious, and it’s starting to hurt her head, so she slips off her silk bonnet, running a hand over her curls so that they have some kind of shape.

She blinks towards the blur that is Pickles, who hands her a small packet. “Here ya go. Got some naproxen for ya.” 

“Thank you.” Jimi tears the paper open to deposit the pills, and Pickles takes her free hand, carefully placing a warm cup in her grasp.

“And here’s yer coffee. Careful, hon.”

“Thank you,” Jimi says again, taking the painkillers with a careful sip. 

The coffee is gently warm, beautifully roasted and delicately sweetened, with floral notes. She takes a longer drink, holding the cup in both hands, the caffeine immediately doing its work to dampen her migraine, leaving her more clear-headed and coherent. The brew is creamy, yet it wasn’t cow milk, she was certain.

“This is… wonderful. Is that lavender? And coconut.” She looks up at Pickles, wishing she could see his expression. Had he just been watching her this whole time? “I love it. Thank you, Pickles.”

“Oh, yeah, s’no big deal.” He shifts, seems to scratch his arm or something. “I know you like all that flowery stuff, like, essence of rose, or whatever. And ya don’t drink dairy, so…”

Jimi hopes she looks grateful; as it is, she’s squinting, her bleary vision still adjusting to the low light. “You remembered all that?”

“It’s nothin'.” He shrugs. “I just gave Jean-Pierre some notes, and he whipped that up for ya. He should get yer thanks.”

“But you got this for me. You did all of this for me. So… thank you.”

Silence falls, and Jimi continues her drink. Just as she wonders why Pickles hasn’t left yet, he shuffles a bit, rubbing a socked foot along her rug.

“... So, er…”

“... Would you like to sit down?”

“Even in my outside clothes?”

“You already did. Have you been outside today?” Without waiting for an answer, Jimi pats the space next to her. “Come here.”

It’s not as weird as it should be, perhaps, when Pickles settles beside her, folding a leg up on her bed, with only a few layers of blanket separating the two. When Jimi leans against his shoulder and feels Pickles relax, it just feels natural. When his arm slides behind her and he leans against her side, cheek pressed to her curls, it feels right.

Jimi’s lips touch her cup, the ceramic soft and inviting. She breathes deep, senses awash with renewal. There’s the warmth of Pickles against her, the soft rush of their breaths. The tickle of tobacco in her nose, the iridescent static dancing behind her closed lids. And on her tongue, lavender. Serenity. Calm. Pure and Silent. What else?

There’s a sixth feeling. Its tendril curls around her, and gives the faintest brush against her aching heart.

[sarahinara]

it's like 230am and I've already taken my meds but let's see how coherent I can manage to make this.

first oof omg. okay but the like. conflating of maine and the meta (with sigma & eventually the others) and the meta (without the ais) within fandom is so?? like distressing lmao.

the fandom wiki goes on and on about he was ambitious and conniving and power hungry but I just feel like that's so unfair?

because looking at the leaderboard across seasons nine and ten, I think the main reasons for him climbing the board are due to other people's actions and then like. taking a bullet or twenty to protect the briefcase/carolina during the terrible no-good very-bad heist™, and then once sigma gets involved it sure does seem like he does a lot of whispering in maine's ear. (the whole 'sic him' moment will never not be unsettling asdfghjkl)

BUT! but sigma was supposed to be carolina's and she gives him up so that maine can still communicate with the group but like. a decent majority of them can Already make sense of what he's saying? and sigma obviously has his own agenda like friendo iunno if your interpretation of what maine Means to say is wholly accurate.

I'm gonna get to Washington in a hot minute I just have a lot of feelings ;__; because he's got creativity&ambition via carolina, and then fear and happiness from her too. and then theta was next I think?? then gamma and omega, and finally delta? the order he acquires them in aren't intentional I'm sure but it still has me feeling like the pepe silva meme.

and he has So Many all at once? I mean there's that whole 'oh he was power hungry and that's why he&sigma are scooping all of the ais and tech up' but there's also that like. is it so wrong to want them to all be together? in the scheme of things? do they talk with one another in his head? is it Almost like being part of a team again? when does the mental exertion start to melt his brain and hollow him out into the seemingly single minded Meta? what was it like to suddenly have them all gone again? alone alone alone in his head and he can't even properly use his equipment anymore. absolute bullet in the kneecap no wonder he's so petulant and sassy to wash in s8.

anyways. pfl strong silent aggro tank maine and messy rookie 5ever washington make my heart hurt. they both (wash later, mostly) have that hair trigger tip into sudden sharp violence and Yet that 'my friends are in danger gotta toss myself in front of oncoming bodily harm bc that's how I operate' aspect to them as well. how washington is the only one still sitting in the lecture room while sigma fiddles around with the concept of metastability. like what was That about. those moments in s8 where it's almost back to normal exasperated banter? you can't see it but wash is prolly making exasperated lil bitchfaces all the time?

the whole. whose idea was it to bring the meta back along on the epsilon retrieval quest. his brain is prolly fried and he can't use his armor properly and his more than a little unstable. was it the chairman? surely he must have seen some sort of flaw in sending him back out there. was it washington? insisting that the shell of one of his dear friends needed to tag along with him? was there a trade thrown in there somewhere for maine's sake? would he have wasted away in some unsc prison somewhere if not?

wash knew the meta was likely going to try some nonsense when it came to epsilon (and later beta) and yet!!! and yet they're still a team and duoship weird not quite wary friends again not quite perfectly civil work partners. breaks my HEART!

anyways ;__;

okok putting my thoughts under a read more because this got long LMAO

pre-sigma maine (+wash)

YES justice for pre-sigma maine. when it come to the freelancers and the leaderboard, the only ones who reeeeeally cared about the rankings (that we saw) were carolina, south, and ct. the others mention it at points (york and north had a short convo about it), but they have the most reactions to changes/their placements on the board.

but maine? the guy who just does his job of kicking ass when asked? he’s not the one trying to jump off buildings and compete against his fellow agents (a la carolina after tex shows up), nor does he push himself to perform in the field (a la york after his eye injury). you’re absolutely right that maine probably  climbs the leaderboard because he’s just good at what he does.

I think that’s partially why I love the maine+wash duo so much—neither of them played to the project’s machinations of the leaderboard. wash comments so. many. times. about the absurdity of what they’re doing that partnering with maine is probably a breath of fresh air. no-nonsense, you-charge-ahead-I’ll-cover-the-field, oh-right-my-trackers-thanks—they know their strengths, that they’re good, and don’t need a leaderboard to tell them that.

post-sigma maine aka the meta

sigma is absolutely the source of any ambition for power in maine. at this point, the other AIs in use were omega, gamma, delta, and theta; tex probably didn’t talk to anyone about omega, gamma was just sorta odd, delta was calm but logical, and theta was unassumingly cute. maine didn’t have any reason to be overly cautious about sigma when he first got him, and sigma probably kept up pretences during their initial days in order to gain maine’s trust.

and then he has this AI, this piece of hardware wired into his brain and every thought—maybe sigma doesn’t interpret for maine 100% correctly, but he’s able to convince maine that he does. maybe sigma oversteps his boundaries as an AI, and goes down neural pathways he shouldn’t. then, when sigma whispers to maine, how is maine supposed to know if it’s the AI’s thoughts or his own?

I like to think that maybe that’s why he was able to have multiple fragments at once and still function, unlike carolina. whereas eta and iota kept to the AI-designated areas of their freelancer, sigma had such a handle on maine that his want to become human became maine’s as well, because suddenly he realizes that he feels the fragmentation as much as his AI does.

with each fragment he collects, maybe maine feels more whole despite the strain he’s putting on his body. each new voice in his head is like him remembering how to feel—happiness, fear, trust. when they talk to each other, it’s just like any other time he’s rationalized with himself.

this is when maine becomes the meta. when “maine”—everything he was before sigma was implanted—just becomes another fragment of the alpha, desperate for the other pieces that they lost. I don’t think meta is hollow-minded necessarily, but just an amalgamation that transforms maine away from what he once was.

post-meta maine (+wash)

the EMP goes off and it is so quiet.

I think maine is left reeling, still feeling like a fragment despite all biological evidence to the contrary, and doesn’t remember how to be human anymore. his combat abilities are deeply-ingrained muscle memory, but his thoughts? his emotion? the AIs were so intertwined with his mind that every flare of feeling is new and alarming.

then he meets S8 wash, and it only makes it so much worse. because the angry, betrayed man in front of maine is so conflicting with who he remembers, and he doesn’t have the capacity to process that. wash gives him an order and it’s so familiar and maine knows that he should trust wash, that he wouldn’t have hesitated once upon a time, but his mind is broken and all he can focus on is how quiet it is why can’t I trust you why can’t you trust anyone—

why does maine go with wash to search for epsilon? I think they’re both loose ends for freelancer, but neither with any lingering love for the project. wash is tired of it all; maine is a lost man wandering through each day. wash offers his efforts in exchange for his freedom; maine is offered freedom in exchange for his efforts. the chairman pairs them together because the records are clear—they were a good team, and they won’t come anywhere near freelancer after this.

I think if their goal was anything else, if they weren’t dealing with AIs, then maybe wash and maine could’ve come out from their mission a little better for it. his friend is broken but he’s here, and wash learns how to trust again when he feels that white armor pressing against his back in a firefight; his friend is broken but he’s here, and maine finds his own voice again when they’re killing time between objectives. with time, they both feel less alone.

but they were hunting epsilon, and this is maine’s chance to feel whole again, like how he felt when he had the fragments filling his head. there is no downtime, no chance for either of them to heal with their mission looming over their heads. maine might work with wash throughout S8, but when the opportunity presents itself to collect epsilon and beta? the opportunity to be human again?

he never had a choice.

[kirby-rarepair-tourney]

Round 1, Set 3, Poll 2

Knights and a King's Poor Fruity Right Hand Man: Metagoon VS Dametaranza!

Which one's rarer, and which one's pairer? Vote now, for your favourite rarepair!

Propaganda:

Metagoon

HEAR ME OUT!!!! LISTEN!!! first off its a knight x assistant, SECOND they are both old ass men THIRD they are both the sassiest men in the show!!! I am aware they have directly interacted two times throughout the entire run of the show and have barely acknowledged each other but!!!! both mk and escargoon have known each other for a long time within the castle besides sword, blade and ddd. so they very likely both couldve been having super deep conversations for those however many decades. both of them take very similar approaches but different when it comes on their stance of king dedede. escargoon seems to only be around the king because of the status being directly under him gives him and the benefits to the job but escargoon does not like what ddd puts him thru. same thing can be said for mk who very obviously is only working under the king because of ddd for his association with nightmare and kirby who is set to land there any time. they both work for him for a means to an end rlly. I also think that mks frim nature could rlly help escargoon break out of his “two personalities” cycle. when escargoon is around ddd hes a bitch when hes not (sometimes) hes nice(?). though once he gains his status back under ddd or no longer makes use for the kids hes prtty bitchy again. mk could probably set him straight or atleast walk him in the right path with him not being his superior nor one of the “brats” he has to deal with. they seem on equal footing. also just a hc i like to think because both escargoon and mk are mechanics that after the anime escargoon helps mk rebuild the halberd. OKOK IM DONE!!!!! HERES A FIC I NEVER FINISHED IF U WANNA SEE MY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS AND ILL MIND [Linked is the fic in question!]

Dametaranza

They were. HORRIBLE. for each other. The textbook definition of a problematic pairing. They got together for the wrong reasons, handled conflicts the worst ways possible, and both have such inflated egos that they NEVER learned anything good from what they were going through. Why did they stay together you may ask? Well, you see, their flammable relationship had… “benefits”, bonuses one may say. (I will not elaborate.) Also I use past tense because they are exes. They hate each other so much but also… they can’t live without the other. They just GOTTA be so loud about how much they despise the other. It has its beauty I suppose??

[Added by Poll Runner] It's a darker and edgier take on Metaranza! Definition of toxic boy yuri imo, the cattiness and sharp edges, it really adds a lot for a cooler take on an already cool couple! You put two fucked up arrogant little "Has died will die again" freaks together and you watch the world burn <3

[puphee]

smaus are really funny n like cool when done correctly like SOMETIMES the texts or whatever can be a bit corny but i have FAITH in u ceb 🙏🙏🛐🛐🛐🛐

bc ive been rereading ur works lately and ur a GOOD ass writer omg 😐😐

ur dialogue is so like ! 1!2!!!! it always fits so well with the person's personality and shit and u do good in every concept ur given (will never get over ur perv beomgyu fics it's been months.) !!!!

OKOK POINT IS i honestly think u'd be so good at smaus. genuinely ur personality in general is so fun n funny so!!! it'd be cool to see u do a bunch of social media shit lol 🙃🙃

also HYUNJIN!!! if ur smau work involved him i'd die probably! 😔💝

ONG JJINJA!!?!? OMO GOMAWOYO NOONARahnfkfktkg

Sorry it's like almost 4 am and I haven't slept yet BUT omg thank you for thinking I'm funny hehe

I try to make things fit given the character I want to turn each idol into in each fic the best I can, so as long as I stick to my original outline of characteristics that I set up while im typing up the basics and how I want the story to go, I feel confident enough to portray the personality and character the way I was imagining it <3

Also yea it's deffo gonna be hyunjin. If you've seen my other smaus on my sfw, you'll know that my humour is laced within each chapter and character respectively. It may be a bit cringe in some parts, but I'm aiming it to be a bit more of a mature concept than my others, so it probably won't be so bad. I'm thinking Actor/ess au. I have the title already put in my head I just gotta get my priorities straight first lol <3

But for real tho thank u so much for your input🙏🙏🙏❤️❤️

[unculturedswine-101]

Looking through your window

⚠ Warnings⚠: Smut, swearing, oral (m and f receiving), little bit of dirty talk?, p in v sex, perv steve.

2.1 K words

A/N: Okok, first time ever writing for Harrington here, and I gotta say he is so much fun to write hehe. Second of all Nancy and Steve were never a thing lol, this story also takes place suring the events of S2, but no spoilers :))

Steve was excited to surprise you. Exams were finished and thought what better way to celebrate than seeing your favorite guy? He finally arrived at your house and instantly attempted to climb from the garage to your window. What he didn't expect was for your brother Mike to be riding by on his bike, noticing Steve trying to get into your room. Steve noticed though, and leaned against the roof of the garage trying to play it cool. Mike, thankfully, just rolled his eyes and continued to bike as Steve tried again at scaling the side of your house to get to the window.

Meanwhile, you were getting ready for bed. It had been an exhausting semester and you were ready to relax by taking a nice hot shower before sleeping in till the next day.

Steve had finally managed to make it to your window when he saw you begin to take your shirt off. He knew that he should have knocked on the window to alert you of his presence, but there was something so exhilarating about you not knowing that he was there. His eyes widened as you continued to strip yourself of your clothes, next were your jeans which you unbuttoned and slowly worked down your legs; you were now just in your bra and panties. Steve could already feel his dick hardening against the rough texture of his jeans. Steve adjusted his position to see if he could get a better angle of you when he accidently slipped on the shingles of the garage "shit" he said under his breath.

Simultaneously, you were just about to unclip your bra when you heard some scuffling at your window. You hastily panicked and went to go investigate. You were instead met with Steve's warm brown eyes as he was trying to improve his footing. "Steve! What the hell?" you giggled, Steve looked thoroughly embarrassed and shrugged "I just wanted to suprise you, but you were..busy". Red instantly swelled on your cheeks, "you mean..you were watching me while I changed?" Steve sighed "Yes, and I'm so sorry y/n I know that's completely inappropriate thing to do, I should've just knocked on-" you cut him off, "Steve.." he was thouroughly confused "yeah?" "I think it's kind of hot.." he smirks and grows even harder against the metallic zipper of his jeans. You lean over the window sill to plant a kiss on his mouth as he leans as well; your lips moulding together perfectly.

Steve breaks first “can I come in?” He asks, breathless from the kiss, you notice his lips are a little swollen and red from your kiss. You only nod as he stumbles his way into your room. Almost instantly you go back to kissing, lips crashing together as it becomes more passionate. You snake one of your hands up to clutch at his hair when he slips his tongue in your mouth. You give a slight whimper to the action, and tug harder on his chocolate locks and he himself moans into your mouth. He then gazed down at your black lace bra, the lace complimenting the curve of your tits perfectly. “God I’ve missed your tits” Steve sighs placing chaste kisses all over your exposed breasts. As he sucks on the top of your right, he is quick to unclip the backing, revealing your bare tits to the cool spring air. He groans as he moves to your right nipple doing gentle licks around the bud until he sucks until the nipple is erect, at the same time twisting the other. You throw your head back at Steve’s actions, running your hand down to give his ass a squeeze.

You put two fingers under his chin his eyes moving from your perfect tits to your face: lust blown eyes looked up at you. You pull him up from his current position to kiss him once more, it's deep and passionate, you feel a fire between your thighs as the kiss gets more intense. You begin to work your way down, kissing the corners of his mouth, his cheek and jaw until you arrive at his neck. He gulps, giving you a nice view of his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, you smirk as you pepper kisses all over Steve'sneck. You stop at his pulse point however, and pay special attention to it, sucking and slightly biting onit, "fuck y/n." Steve whimpers as you pull off giving the hickey a couple of gentle licks to soothe it.

You work your way from his neck down to his hairy chest, to his belly until you reach his happy trail. You stop and gaze up at Steve looking through your lashes at his. “God y/n, please just do something!” Steve begs, sounding almost whiny in his request. “I would Stevie, but it seems like we’re a bit uneven in what we’re both wearing..don’t you think?” Steve whines, cock painfully hard. “But if I take off my shirt and your going to take off my jeans and boxers, then we’ll be uneven again!” you slowly get up “I guess you don’t really want it then” his eyes widen and nearly rips off his shirt from how eager he is. “That’s my boy” you smile lowering back down to your previous position unzipping his jeans and lowering them down as Steve quickly steps out of them kicking them to the side. You notice a little patch of pre-cum staining his boxers and smirk, you then slowly slide down his boxers, making sure to take your time in teasing him.

When you finally pull off the boxers, his cock springs up to his stomach. It’s painfully hard, it’s all red at the tip. Then, deciding to tease him more, you place small kitten licks around the tip, making Steve throw his head back and run his fingers through his ‘perfect’ hair. All of sudden you take all of him into your mouth, trying your best not to gag on him. You then pull off with a loud ‘pop’. You take his cock in hand and tap it on your tongue, looking up at Steve once more with does eyes. “Fuck, y/n, if you keep looking at me like that..” he gulps “I’m gonna cum faster than I thought”, you smile as you gather spit in your mouth and spew it onto his cock. Using the mix of your spit and his pre-cum you begin stroking him, up and down, up and down. “That’s it sweetheart…” he sighs, you take him back in your mouth “fuck yeah, sucking my cock so well, such a good little slut for me”. You clench your thighs together at his lewd words, sure that your panties must be soaked by now.

He suddenly pulls you off, he smiles at your running mascara and smudged lip gloss, grabbing your chin “such a messy little girl” he chuckled. “Get on the bed sweetheart, let me take care of you”, you only nod heading over to your bed sitting down, he curves his hand on the side of your cheek pulling you in for a soft kiss. “That’s my good girl, just lie down for me” he coos, as you lay yourself down and bite your lip as Steve trails kisses from your neck, stomach and finally to the band of your panties.

Steve, being the gentleman he is, looks up at you for consent, you quickly nod as he removes your panties throwing them towards his jeans “I’ll be saving those for later” he winks. Before he gets to where you need him most, he peppers kisses all over your thighs, sucking and biting on certain areas. He then positions his head to your dripping pussy, “you’re soaked sweetheart” he sighs, his hot breath fanning over your folds. “Is this all for me y/n? Got soaked just from sucking my cock? Baby I’m honoured” before you have time to quip back at his sarcasm he’s licking a long strip from your hole to your clit, taking his sweet time in collecting all your juices. “Fuck Stevie” you whimper at the action, fingers already entangling in his, now dishevelled hair. He suddenly migrates to your clit: his lips sucking and licking around the sensitive bud, “fuck..yes..I..” at this point your gasping for air as you feel a familiar coil begin to form.

“M-more..” you whine squirming as waves of pleasure are taking over, he complies of course and slides his ring finger into your aching hole making you arch your back and the two stimulations Steve is giving you. Steve suddenly comes up from your pussy, “can my baby take two more of fingers, huh?” You can barely comprehend what the brunette is saying through the blur of pleasure you’re feeling. All you can do is nod, as Steve easily slides two more fingers into you, and dives back in to suck on your swollen clit. You start grinding yourself against Steve's mouth chasing your orgasm, you can feel a fire burning through every part of your body as Steve continues his ministrations. “Shit shit shit Steve!” you cry as the coil snaps and you squirt all over his face. You smile as you drift through bliss, and gaze down at Steve: his face covered with your juices. He wipes his mouth with his hand and comes up to kiss you now hovering over you as his mouth explores yours, as he does this you find you can still taste yourself on Steve's tongue.

You decide to reach down and take his cock in hand and position it between your folds. Once Steve can sense his tip at your entrance, he immediately bottoms out, making you gasp and him groan at the sudden feeling. He lets you get used to the feeling, leaving his cock in your pussy "how does it feel sweetheart?" Steve asks, with genuine concern "just..fuck..feel so full" you respond. Steve slowly pulls out, just leaving the tip in, until pushing back inside, he carefully studies your expressions so he knows what to do next. "Steve baby, i'm not going to break, please faster" you sigh, he nods as he slowly but surely starts picking up his pace. "Fuck, I missed this pussy" he groans as he snap his hips into your yours; the sound filling your bedroom. You, on the other hand are holding on for dear life on Steve's muscular shoulders while he pounds into you relentlessly "Steve, yes, yes" is all you can muster while he fucks your brains out. Steve then swiftly lifts one of your legs and tosses it over his shoulder, allowing him to fuck you deeper, and hitting that spot that makes you see stars. You can feel your orgasm building much faster than expected as your eyes roll back like slot machines "look at my little slut, so fucked out, so cock drunk" he smiles as he too feels his orgasm nearing. Steve is now rapidly snapping his hips into yours, making the sounds that are filling your bedroom obscene as you both moan together in an almost synchronous manor. "Fuck..baby i'm gonna cum" Steve groans his pace beginning to falter, "you gonna cum baby?" he questions lowers a hand to rub fast circles to your clit. The combined sensations are too much as your thighs begin to shake "STEVE OH MY GOD!" you practically yell as your orgasm washes over you in waves of pleasure. Steve isn't far behind as he too shoots his cum deep inside you "fuck, sweetheart.." is all he can say as his body begins to slump against yours, his cock beginning to soften inside of you.

For a few moments you just hold eachother like that, reveling in both of your shared highs. Steve gets up first and pulls out allowing his cum leak out of your now very sensitive pussy. He wipes a bit of sweat from his brow as he climbs out of your bed, "stay right here baby, i'm gonna go get a towel" he winks as he saunters over to your bathroom, still completely naked. He returns quickly with a wet towel in hand, as he sits down and begins wiping away his seed from your pussy. All you can do is smile at the boy you've come to love, at how well he takes care of you, and loves you no matter what. As he finishes he tosses the towel into your laundry basket and places a kiss on your forehead "do you need anything else, sweetheart? Water? or a shower?" he asks sincerely. You shake your head "just you Stevie" you smile, as does he as he helps you both get under your covers. He wraps his warm, strong arms around you as you snuggle into the crook of his neck "maybe you should look in my window more often" you tease.

"I just might" he replies, you can feel a smirk forming on the boys face as you both drift off to sleep, content in each others arms.

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

hi okay i'm so sorry if this is a bother but i'm literally screaming uh oh my GOSH OKAY

SO i'm the author of this fic !! and your comment literally made my entire life i'm crying right now oh my gosh

okok i just also really want to say a big thank you!! you've been my writing inspo for ages, whenever i need a break from certain fandoms or fanfics i always find myself going back to yours?? and the way i've spent hours just reading your works because your writing style is so . SO . ACDHCISUCIHUS it's just amazing ?? like your fics are the ones i stay up all night reading because i literally cannot stop?? i went on a one-year hiatus and posting another fic since then on ao3 was terrifying,, but your comment just . AGSJCBHSC made me feel so welcomed and at ease 😭 i know it's just a comment and it shouldn't be that big of a deal but man as someone who just . AKSCS loves you and your writing like holy smokes is this the real life???? like?????

OKOK IM SORRY FOR MY OVERUSE OF WORDS IN THIS BUT THANK U ILYSM HAVE AN AWESOME DAY

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Posting new writing fresh off a break can be pretty nerve wracking, I'm still working on getting back in the writing groove since my break tbh gbsdkfmowe, but my guy, my guy, ur writing?? REAL GOOD, REAL GOOD STUFF 10/10. One of the first things Kai Sand did when we got on VC this morning was drop a link to your fic in as many places as he could, and after reading it MAN I CAN SEE WHY, IT'S FIRE WRITING AND CHARACTERIZATION. Even people not in the fandom in our little group read it and liked it, so that says something about the quality. You've got mad skills and I'm glad someone like you is back into writing stuff and doing what they love, even if it was a little scary to put the writing up on ao3 <3

ALSO I'M BGSLDFMA;OWFOAWEM IT MEANS SO FREAKING MUCH TO ME THAT MY COMMENT COULD HELP WITH THE NERVES A BIT, AND I'M STILL |;A;/ OVER U LIKING MY WRITING N STUFF I'M GONNA SOB GBSDFMA;WOIEAMF NOT ME CRYING ON VC OVER THIS ASK BBGSDLFKJSDFLSDF

Anyway, you're lovely, thank you so much for this ask it genuinely just made my day /gen /gen /pos /pos /pos bG;LKAWMEF;OAWEF

For anyone wondering what fic we're talking about its she was my sister before she was your lover ninjago fic HIGHLY RECOMMEND GIVING IT A READ IT'S LOVELY AND HONESTLY INSPIRING MAKES ME WANT TO START WRITING SOME STUFF FOR NINJAGO AGAIN I GOTTA BE HONEST, FR REAL GOOD STUFF

[zozophoenixxx]

Serotonin Booster :D🐉

How to train your dragon edition

Here are some things I had forgotten or little details I just noticed on my rewatch, maybe even Unpopular Opinions 🤭👀

✨Defenders of Berk✨

Not Astrid being pissed bc Fishlegs called her mean lmaooo

OMGGG "I would never call my father ridiculous. I'm calling my chief ridiculous" THE POWER OF THIS SCENE

The way Toothless just sat to look at the sunset.. Me too bby me too 🥺

Toothless and Thornado's shots combined was amazing!

"The first rule about the dragon flight club is that there is no dragon flight club"

Istg Meatlug and Fishlegs are made for each other

Baby whispering deaths!

OMG THEY JUST CAME UP WITH GRONCKLE IRON

I love seeing the origin of things ☺️

Wowww I just realized that Gobber has a unibrow

Sandstone makes glass

That shiny black rock makes another shiny black Rock, it also has Meatlug boiling

WOW a combination of multiple rock makes Meatlug a magnet

The way Hookfang pays more attention to Fishlegs than Snotlout is funny

Fishlegs on Toothless!!!!

"TOO MUCH FURY, TOO MUCH FURY!" JAHDHDHAH

Awwww love how Fishlegs feels happy abt being needed

DAGUR'S BACK AHH

I never understood why Dagur called Hiccup his brother but it's kinda funny

Young hiccup actually fighting is pretty badass and that shield 🥴

The way they were all trying to get Gobber to shower lmaooo

Gobber saved Gustav's life and Fishleg saved Astrid's

Am I the only one that finds the whispering deaths kinda funny, like yes they're scary but these mfs have tiny wings, a big ass head, are covered in spines and can't see like-

Newly hatched whispering deaths can be more deadly that adults bc they can't control their jaws or spines

WOW WOW WOWWWW A WHITE WHISPERING DEATH - Titanwing whispering death with red eyes OMG NO NO THIS IS THE SCREAMING DEATH I KNEW IT ‼️‼️

Wow but the pain in Snotlout's eyes 🥺

Monstrous nightmares are stoker-class dragons

Fireworms get brighter the closer they get to each other

Ohhhhh now I get the history behind Hookfang and the fireworms queen's connection

"You're not just another sword, Hookfang"

Awww the fireworm queen saved Hookfang, I ship them now JSHDHSHS

BABY ASTRID!! 🥺🥺🥺 AWWW

Flightmare - follows the glowing algae caused by Aurvandil's fire, sprays a paralyzing mist to those who it considers a threat to its survival

Aurvandil's fire = Aurora Borealis

YES ASTRID BEAT SNOTLOUT UP

Hiccup: Well, you know, Astrid, uh, training dragons isn't the only thing I think about.

Astrid: Are you actually saying that to me with a straight face?

JAHSHAHAJAJ I SWEAR I LOVE THESE TWO the way both of them said these lines I can't ✋🏼😂

The way she said the exact same thing as her uncle and even took on the name I-

I have this headcanon that bc I'm pretty sure Astrid's parents were barely mentioned in the shows or movies that her uncle was the person that was there for her the most which is another reason why it upset her to see people making fun of him

Why does whenever Astrid gets shot by a dragon she always tries to hit it off like her axe is a baseball bat? 😂

Hiccup saving Astrid in the flightmare ep🥺🥺🥺🥺

GLOWY TOOTHLESS AND GLOWY STORMFLY AND GLOWY MEATLUG ARE ADORABLE

Awww I love how Hiccup makes sure to mention the fact that "Fearless Fin Hofferson was indeed fearless, just like all the Hoffersons" 🥺🥺🥺 STOP AND THEN SHE SMILES AND HE PROCEEDS TO PUT HIS HAND ON HER SHOULDER I-🥴🥴🥴

I love how they're always interrupted whenever they're about to say a bad word

Lil terrible terrors are adorable 🥺

The fact that what they were trained for was actually useful it's crazy

Astrid: "no one is kissing me on the lips ever!!" HHSHAHAH ASTRID WHY U LYING

I feel like we don't appreciate how smart Hiccup actually is, and I don't mean that dragon-wise or building stuff-wise I mean in general. I'm in ep9 and they're finding old dragon traps to get rid of them and there was a lil breeze and he was like "there's a dry hot wind coming in from the north. It hasn't rained in 2 months. This is definitely fire weather." like how- am I the only one that would've been like okok a nice warm breeze 😩

Dude the typhoomerangs are so scary and huge wtf

I KNEW HE WAS TORCH

Torch actually built a lil relationship with Tuff just for that but of time I love it

WE'RE FINALLY GONNA SEE THE SKRILL!! I love it it's one of my favorite dragons :D

I never understood why fishlegs says his name when he's excited

Skrills - The skrill was first found frozen, it's the symbol of the Berserkers, it can stay safely frozen for decades because of their internal body temperature, can't redirect any lightning if it's in the water 😳

Y'all the skrill and the nightfury have gotta be related somehow, they're probably like cousins or sum. I mean the night fury is the "unholy offspring of lighting and death" and the skrill can control lightning AND TECHNICALLY TOOTHLESS CAN TOO REMEMBER HTTYD 3 + they also have similar physical characteristics at least Imo.

Dude this dragon is so badass 😌🤩🥰😩🥴❣️🤍🤝 I'm literally so obsessed

Wow one of the first times I see the twins actually doing sum useful

The way the shots combine🥴

Dagur has misophonia - condition where people experience intense negative emotions for sounds such as eating, chewing, loud breathing or even repeated pen-clicking [ep11]

Oh wow so they originally trapped the skrill in this show i didn't know

Wait but baby Gustav is actually adorable wtf and the fact that he and Snotlout have matching Viking hats

OMG SEE NOW I'M SEEING GUSTAV'S ORIGIN WITH HIS DRAGON AND HIS DESIRE TO BECOME A RIDER

Fanghook🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Ruff puts fish oil on her hair to get "a greasy unwashed look"

Really hate when Snotlout doesn't accept no for an answer

THE HAND THING AHHHH I LOVE IT this time is Ruff and a scauldron

Ok guys so I did this with mi friend's puppy who I accidentally scared enough to make him piss himself and I'm pretty sure I traumatized him and now when I'm around the poor dog tries to get as far away from me as possible but one day we were kinda bonding although he still wouldn't let me pet it AND I DID THE HAND THING BECAUSE WHY NOT AND THIS LIL MF ACTUALLY PUTS HIS FACE IN MY HAND- I screamed and he left again🥺😂 BUT IT DID WORK

Scauldy🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰😌☺️🤩🤍

Ok but ruffnut with short hair 🤩

Speedstingers

Also the way Astrid ran up to Hiccup in the ep14

Wait but the scene whenever they're fighting the Speedstingers and Fishlegs says they're too fast but Hiccup's like "not for a nightfury" and then they show Toothless dodging the Speedstinger's attack AND THEN THEY SHOW HICCUP PROTECTING HIMSELF WITH HIS SHIELD WHICH GETS THROWN AWAY BUT RIGHT THERE TOOTHLESS CATCHES IT AND THROWS IT BACK TO HICCUP who's like "Thanks bud" 🤩🤩🤩 literally so badass go watch it!! It's ep14 frozen min 17:40

I really liked the relationship Snotlout and Astrid created with each other's dragon 🥺

HOOKFANG'S WINGBLAST AND STORMFLY'S SINGLE-SPINESHOT ARE HELLA BADASS... I love how they worked together this time 🥺

DUDE JAHDHSJAJJJSA ppl really underestimate Ruff's cleverness, this bish really gets Tuff to do the dumbest things just to enjoy looking at him hurting himself JAHDHSJAH😂

TOOTHLESS REALLY JUST BIT AN EEL'S HEAD OFF TO SAVE HICCUP🥺

Baby toothless is high🥺

"Uh, okay. That one was a little close to the one good leg" JAHDHAHSHA ISTG I LOVE THIS DUDE

Johan hates Snotlout for breaking his stuff

Tuff got Macey the Mace from Trader Johan

Astrid looks hot without her shoulder pads

Ok but Dagur looks so weird without his viking hat in this show

The baby thunderdrums are adorable - BING BAM AND BOOM

NOOO STOICK JUST LEFT THORNADO 🥺

OHHH SO ALVIN WAS ACTUALLY FROM BERK and he was Stoick's best friend

Snotlout and Hiccup are parallels of Alvin and Stoick

Ok but that trick Snotlout did was amazing, he really had Hookfang do a lil typhoomerangs move and then the wingblast🤩

I FINISHED IT OMG NOW ONTO RTTE!!

[withoneheadlight]

ok i saw this cap of zoë kravitz in hf and she's got such a dreamy expression, she looks so deeply self-absorbed and infatuated by whatever she's imagining and those lines. and i couldn't stop picturing billy exactly like that for days so,

,

There’s a pretty unusual sound coming off the house when Max comes back home, that summer afternoon.

Full volume. Walls shaking. And she quietly walks to the source of the sound, holding back her breath right in front of Billy's room because, there's this second sound? Stranger and way more unsettling and Max's not sure-sure at first but then Steve Perry’s voice takes off and Billy’s follows it and then he's like, singing along and. Well. Max did know Billy liked Journey but not like, their 'stuff for pussies' but uhm, he does, apparently. Rasps his voice all the way through ‘Faithfully’. Kind of, sighs. Longingly? When it ends? But pfff, ok, big brothers are weird. Definitely weirder after being possessed and then kind of resurrected. Even if it's in a good-weird way but, whatever. So Max's just about to sneak to her room, dutifully rolling her eyes, steps muffled by the first chords of 'Edge of the blade' when―

Click. Click. Billy stops the tape. Click. Takes it out. Tap. Tap. Click. Puts on― Billy puts. On,

Heaven.

Bryan Adams’ Heaven.

And Max―

Being a younger sister is a meticulous kind of full-time, private detective job. You gotta learn how the person you’ve been watching so carefully for years and years works. Hafta develop some sort of―sense about your target. And Billy’s been—un-Billy-like? These past two months. Smiling more. Telling more jokes. Playing ‘You shook me all night long’ in a loop on their drive to school and back, not complaining at all but even joining when’s Max who can’t help but sing along so.

So. She retraces her steps. Knocks. Takes the distracted grunt she gets as a ‘Yeahyeah, c’mon in c’mon in’ and,

Creak. Creak. ‘―baby you’re all that I want’

“Billy?”

Billy’s sitting cross-legged on the floor. Radio close to his knees. Cassettes scattered everywhere. Piles and piles of breakwater surrounding Billy’s old, rusty beacon of sound. He’s reading through the song-list of one of the tapes, a smoke locked on the corner of his mouth, bouncing up and down with every little, absent suck he takes, and he looks. He looks―

Self-absorbed and even. Relaxed. Happy. Like whatever he’s thinking about right now is actually carrying his thoughts away to fucking heaven.

“Ehh”

“Uh-hu?”

‘When you’re lying here in my arms!’

“Billy are you. What―” ‘I'm findin' it hard to believe. We're in heaven’ “What are you doing?”

But there’s this orbit around the sun and then there’s whatever one Billy's been spinning along with the last couple of months so he completely ignores her question. Shakes the tape on his left hand. Picks another one from the pile on his right. Asks her.

“Is Billy Ocean too much? ‘Cause I think it’s too much. But it kind of fits into what I'm trying to say so” he says, shrugs, looking up at Max and waiting for the answer of what she realizes was not really a question. Not at all. So she does her little sister job and just, nods “Right. That’s good. I think it’ll slide just nicely into Bruce Springsteen and―”

“Billy” Max insists, waiting for the charm of the third time to work. It doesn’t. Not really. But keeps Billy's eyes on her long enough to squeeze an “A mixtape?” And, uh. That’s what gets it on. The charm “Are you making a mixtape?”

“Uh?”

And it’s like Max just shook Billy out of a daydream. Ash plopping down from his cigarette as his lips try but can’t purse and Max― she’s good. She’s stellar at this detective thing. Recognizes an opening the moment she sees it, right there in front of her, frozen in the middle of shaking Billy Ocean and Bruce Springsteen in the air right before cocktailing them together. Shaken, not stirred, please. Max’s upgraded to James Bond-level just right now.

“You’re making a mixtape for someone”

“Oh-nonoMaxi―”

“But you didn’t have those tapes before. Not even in your secret stash”

“How do yo―?”

“Holy. ShIT. You’ve been listening to somebody else’s music” This is. Oh, God. This. Is. GOLD. Max gotta take a moment. Blink. Breathe. Process. Her hands move by themselves, palms spread toward Billy in a wait-a-minute kind of gesture except. Max’s gonna need way more than a minute for this “You’ve accepted a music recommendation”

“Maaaaax”

“Gosh, you’ve even listened to the tapes enough to. Make―”

“Max!”

“I just can’t believe it”

And Max was glad. Well. As glad as one can be. Bunch weeks ago. Her mom and Neil out for the day. Coming back home a little earlier than she usually does to hear those ugh. Those other noises. Happy screams. Again. After months and months of Billy being basically alone except for her and the party and Steve. And Max’s so glad, of course she is. But she’s also a little sister. And all this investigation work has a high, rightful purpose.

Make her big brother’s life a living. Hell.

“Oh my god, you must be so gone!” Max brings her hands to her mouth. Takes a deep, deep breath that’s more a poorly restrained giggle. Shoots her index at him “Is it Bon Jovi? What I’m seeing right there? Goddam, Billy are you in lo―”

Bam.

Bam. Bam!

The front door.

What a way to spoil the fun. Max doesn’t have time for this. She’s working.

“BILLY?” comes a voice from the other side “Billy are you in there?”

Steve.

Oh.

What a way to make the fun a hundred times better.

Bam.Bam.Bam!

She’s starting to move to get to the door, sinsonging “Well, I guess Steve’s gonna find out you’re so stupid in love you’re willingly listening to―” when she realizes Billy’s eyes have widened and he’s jerkingly trying to unfreeze, he’s mumbling something in around his already extinguished cigarette in the ways of “Can’t” and “Find out” and “Surprise” and “Fucking help me!” While literally trying to shove the huge mass of tapes under his bed, his tone like hurryhurryhurry!, like he would start gagging and throwing his lungs out at any given minute, so nervous he looks.

So Max doesn’t go for the door. Yet. She basks in the enjoyment.

“Oh, is it a secret romance or something?” She sighs happily, leaning against the doorframe instead. “‘Cause you look pretty worried”

Steve’s banging the door now, voice wavering a little as he asks-shouts “Billy? Billy answer me! Hey, bab―Are you ok?”

“Max, please” Billy begs. Begs. Crawling over to where a Madonna’s Like a virgin is laying with the tape looping slightly out “He really can’t find out”

“What? That you’re in lo-o-oh-oh-OH―”

Billy stops at the tone, right there on his knees. Spits his forgotten cig to the side. And in the instant it seems to take him to make up his mind they both can hear Steve shout “Ok. I know you’re in there!. I’m coming in now!!”

“Fuck! Yeah. I am. Ok?” he looks like he just realized he’s tripped. Blushes. “Making it, I mean”

BAM!

And Ohhhhhhh.

Zero-fucking-zero-fucking-seven.

“Steve,” Max gasps. Because. Hear it makes it like. Easier. To process “You. And Steve”

B A M!

“Yeah, Max, Yeah. And this is a fucking surprise and he’s gonna―”

‘I've been waitin' for so long. For somethin' to arrive. For love to come along’

Ok. Oh. Okok.

“Door!” Max hastens him.

“What?”

“You. Door. Run!” She commands, and Billy― sometimes Max can’t honestly understand how he's got the grades he's got, because Billy blinks, looks clueless “C’mon slow ass. Hurry! I’ll hide all this shit”

And Billy finally gets it. Nods. Slow. Then fast. Stumbles up. Literally runs, to get to the door.

Max still gets to hear his labored “Fuck, pretty boy. “That was really hardcore of you. That's how bad you wanted to see me?” And Steve's own breathless “Really?” Before pushing Billy's room door close with her back, and kneeling on the floor to check for stray, incriminating cassettes.

Pretty boy. Maybe Max isn't as clever as she thought she is. Or hasn’t been doing her job right, clearly.

It's when she’s making ‘It’s a kind of magic’ disappear into the rest of the pile that she lays eyes on it. The case. The J-card written almost all the way down to the B-side already. A mixture of songs Billy's heard so many times there are parts where his tapes screech, and others she'd bet her life he wouldn’t have deigned to listen to. Not ever. Definitely not because―no, for, somebody. Bowie and Cher and Cindy Lauper and Bob Seger right next to Metallica and Guns n' Roses and Meatloaf and― there. There. Almost hidden in the back of the spine. A note. A tiny, thin-lettered thing Max really, really shouldn't be reading but―

‘Thanks for driving me back.

Love. Billy’

But. That's what little sisters do too, she guesses. Intrude. Annoy. Snoop. Feel this sudden rush of relief. Of happiness. When Billy laughs softly, on the other side of the door. When Steve laughs back. Maybe a tear. Or two. But just maybe. She’s really good at this little sister thing, after all.

Hopes for stellar.

,

or: that post s3 where steve lets a camaro-less billy drive him around in his own car "really? again, hargrove?" almost every single day, for months, after he comes back, because "you’re gonna perpetually stick yourself to my ass at least let me do the one thing that frikin’ calms me down" which results in steve resigning himself to deejaying in the shotgun even if "jesus, what's that shit, harrington?" "my car, my rules, sweetheart" which results in billy developing a ‘songs steve harrington is in love with’ mental playlist, realizing he’s probably a little bit in love with the way he loves them and, possibly, a little much love with steve and then stealing steve's tapes one day and,

making a mixtape about it.

(the first of a whole lot, of love letters)