#We don't have the same name otherwise it would be boring

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Yorgle

Debut: Adventure

Dragons are such a staple of fiction and fantasy, it's hard to imagine a time when they were not part of human imagination! But that's the world people lived in before 1980. That fateful year, Adventure released for the Atari somesequenceofnumbers. This is a game about a square going on an adventure. Though this charismatic square may have been the hero, it was someone else that captured the hearts of gamers... it was the Dragon. And his name was Yorgle!

To be honest, dragons tend to bore me with their designs, usually using the same design aspects I've seen sooo many times before... so when I see one that's a weird seahorsey thing, I am rejuvenated! And better yet, his name is Yorgle. Yorgle! Official lore states that Yorgle, among the game's three dragons, is not ferocious.

But wait! Don't take that as an invitation to mingle with Yorgle! He is not ferocious, but he is- and I quote- "just plain mean". If you asked Yorgle for an autograph, he wouldn't give you one, and he would say "ah, put a sock in it, bub". Mean! He's lucky he looks so funny, otherwise I wouldn't let him hang out at my house and degrade my mental health with his harsh words.

When he opens his mouth, Yorgle looks less like a seahorse and more like the proverbial "freakin' duck"! The dragons in this game have the ability to eat our handsome square hero, and you can actually wiggle around in his stomach afterward, since the closed-mouth sprite has a transparent belly. That's weird but a fun little detail. It feels like a toy feature!

From what I can tell, there have not been many official "redesigns" of Yorgle, the most notable being this one from The Sandbox. And learning about this one made me realize that The Sandbox, which I once knew as a very cool mobile game about physics and creativity, became some metaverse nonsense for nitwits to play with their NFTs in. Yuck! Let's return to the past before that existed.

I mentioned other dragons earlier. There are three! The yellow Yorgle, the green Grundle, and the red Rhindle. Here they are if they were singing in a glee club and Yorgle was off beat, making the other two disappointed in him. Grundle is mean and ferocious, but Rhindle is the most ferocious of all! No mention of him being mean, though. I guess it's implied.

Maybe it's just because of Homestar Runner, but Yorgle is iconic to me! I would love to see this funny dragon appear more often in the modern day, in GOOD games, and of course, resemble his classic seahorsey self! Atari has been letting various developers revitalize their franchises recently... we may be entering a new age of Yorgle! Or at least an age where we get a new mediocre look at Yorgle. I'll take what I can get!

[jinxyvvrites]

-- ten seconds to love

Warnings :

writer's own interpretation of Eddie Munson, slightly popular girl falls hard for the freak/bad boy trope.. cliche in that slightly popular girl is paired with freak / bad boy for a class project -a dissection, during which she gets sick... if you're gonna get bent out of shape about anything I'm warning you about here, don't read this.

Pairing :

Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Word Count :

3k+

Snippet:

“You could’ve.” Charlotte argues. “Tara changed partners. The teacher would’ve let you.” she sizes you up for a second or two quietly and smirks again, “I just don’t think you wanted to.”

You tense before you can stop yourself.

“So?”

“I’m gonna go kick his ass.” your boyfriend murmurs.

“Don’t you dare.” you snap. “I’m not a possession anyway, asshole. And he wasn’t a threat..” you’re the one smirking as you size up your boyfriend with a hand on your hip, “Unless you feel threatened.. That’s your problem. Not his.”

“We'll be pairing off for today's assignment.” the dull monotone of your teacher is boring enough that after she dismisses the students who have opted out of the dissection down to the library, you've completely zoned out.

That is, until the high pitched squeal of a chair being dragged has you grimacing, looking up from the magazine shoved into your textbook just in time to see Eddie Munson flop down into his desk after moving it right next to yours. 

“Ms. Shepherd said you're my partner.”

You would have nodded, done something to indicate that you heard him if not for being all lost in those big brown eyes of his.

Or the way shitty lighting glints off the rings on his fingers.

“Did y’ hear me?” Eddie asks, studying you with a mixture of amusement and annoyance.

You manage a nod.

“Yes.” you answer quietly, bold enough to lock eyes with the so-called freak of Hawkins, “I'm not deaf, Eddie.”

He's not sure how he feels when you say his name. And for once, he notices, its not in fear or disgust.

He chuckles. “ See now, that ain't fair. Y’ know my name, doll.. I don't even know you.”

“We've been in the same class for 6 months now. I live 4 trailers up from you. Nice try, Munson.” you're giving him this little smirk when you say it, he's actually taken aback by it. His stomach is doing that stupid fucking little twisty thing it does a lot lately whenever he happens to spot you on or off campus.

“What are we doing again?” you only ask the question because the air is thick and that's dangerous. You need a distraction, otherwise, you’re going to keep on sitting there staring at the taller boy like an idiot.

“ We're gonna dissect something. Dunno what, though.” 

The scent of chemical is starting to fill the classroom and after a few seconds, your stomach rolls.

You can feel your mouth watering a little too but you’re quick to try and ignore it.

I cannot throw up. - its not working. The more the stench grows, the more your stomach rolls.

“You good, princess?” Eddie taunts, giving you one of his little smirks as he glances over, spinning the scalpel between his fingers like he tends to do with his uncle Wayne's old army knife, “ you look kinda green…”

The specimen - a brain, ugh, why does it have to be all gross looking and wrinkled? Why is it gray, ew?- is plunked down onto the tray between the two of you and the second your eyes widen, Eddie seems to pick right up on what's wrong with you.

“ Hey..”

“It's so… its gross.”

“You’re not gonna like… hurl..right?” He looks at you, torn between amusement and concern.

You swallow hard, manage to shake your head no. But then you watch the scalpel held between thin fingers as it slices clean through the surface of the specimen and…

You can feel the bile rise up your throat as you also begin to feel like your legs are gonna give at any second.

Eddie sees you getting paler. When you sort of sway, he grumbles under his breath and rolls his eyes but he puts down the scalpel just in time to scoop you up into his arms before you crumple to the classroom floor.

“Hey yooo.” he's trying to get your teachers attention if she'll just stop flirting with the girls volleyball coach for one fucking minute, he thinks.

“I don't f-feel s-so good.”

“I know, doll. I'm tryin t’ get ya outta here.” Eddie flinches and nearly drops you when you bury your nose in his neck to try and avoid the smell that's got you on the verge of a full on Exorcist style vomit fest.

You're so soft. All warm and sweet-scented, the more you smoosh against him to keep from throwing up, the harder it is for him to focus.. to not replay that recurring wet dream he has about you over in his head or get hard enough to break right in front of everybody.

The teacher finally notices and dismisses you both into the hall. 

“You gonna be okay?”

You shake your head. You're too afraid of throwing up all over both of you the second you open your mouth to dare attempt answering him.

“I'll uh.. the bathroom. I'll take ya there, okay?”

It's met with a nod. The door to the girls bathroom comes into view and you're placed on your feet. You bolt into the bathroom, hand clamped over mouth, second stall door banging shut behind you.

--

You're trying to hold your own hair out of the way and grip the cold porcelain seat to stay upright and somewhere in the middle of this, you hear his heavy footsteps, the sound of him hissing for you.

“She went in there.” Byrdie, one of the girls on the dance team with you, points to the stall you're in.

Eddie grimaces and he's looking away as he holds thick hair out of the line of fire, the small space forcing him to be entirely too close for his own comfort and yet, not as close as he'd like to be at the same time.

You're empty, nothing else left in the tank. Just weak. A dull headache settles in as you cringe at the bitter taste left in your mouth.

“ I think I’m okay now.”

“ You sure, doll?” he lets go of your hair even though it feels soft as silk in his hand and he doesn't want to.

“Yeah.”

“Feel okay t’ walk?” - at this rate he's not even sure why he just had to come in with you, let alone  why he's helping to start with, but he just can't leave you to your own devices.

And that's what he fully intends to keep telling himself until its true.

You could walk, however, there's just something about the way he picked you up like you weigh nothing and the way it feels to be carried by him to begin with.. when he asks, you mean to say yes, instead, you shake your head No.

Eddie scoops you up again, carrying you down the hall. You get brave enough to rest your head against his shoulder and slip your arms around his neck.

Eddie nearly drops you again, just barely managing to pull himself together. He tells himself this entire time that his good deed for today, hell, the year, is done and over but as he walks in holding you, he can't deny  that it feels good.

Better than he ever imagined.

You’re placed in your chair gingerly and you flash him a weak but thankful smile. He chuckles, slipping into his own chair. Picks up his own scalpel wordlessly.

You work on writing the different areas of the brain onto a piece of paper and every now and then, you can’t help but steal a look at him, watch his hands or the way his tongue juts out, rests against the corner of his mouth when he’s focused.

It’s during one of these times that he happens to look up, catch you looking.

He makes a silly face and you giggle. Give him a little grin. 

The bell to end class rings just as you two are finishing up. Before he can say anything, not that he would, you’ve disappeared out the door.

He stares at the door for a second or two, shrugs and then spots a notebook you’ve left behind in the bottom of your desk.

He toys with the notion of returning it, picking it up, putting it into his own books. But your friends are not friends of his.

And your boyfriend is one of the jocks.

He tells himself that he’ll just pop over to your place later and return the notebook.

--

“How was it?”

You stop applying your cotton candy flavored gloss and meet your best friend’s gaze in the mirror. “How was what?”

“Working with the freak?”

“Char..” you warn, glaring at your friend.

“He’s a freak. Y’know he’s gonna end up being a serial killer one day, everyone says.”

You catch sight of him as he wanders past, flanked by two of his friends. You stare a little longer than you should and this doesn’t go unnoticed by your best friend. “Are you staring at him? Ew!”

“Charl–.” you’re annoyed by the way she’s so loud, so quick to judge. Cringing at the way she’s caught you mid-stare. You roll your eyes. 

“You didn’t even try to trade?” she asks, tilting her head to look at you.

“Why would I?” you question, shutting the door of your locker. You lean against it, catch yourself looking for Eddie in the crowd again.

“Why would she do what?” your boyfriend Danny slips up on you, a brow raised when you don’t greet him with your usual kiss on the cheek. He frowns at you, annoyed look in his eyes as he meets your gaze. “No kiss?”

“Why the hell would I do that? I’m still mad.” you deadpan.

“Oh come on!” he exclaims, annoyed tone seeping into his voice. “You can’t seriously still be mad. I told you, I forgot.”

“You need to talk to your girlfriend.”

“Why?” he looks from you to Charlotte, gaze lingering on you.

Charlotte smirks. “She actually worked with that freak in class earlier. She cou–” you glare at her, silencing her. “One, he’s not a freak, okay?” you cut her off, a hand on your hip as you insist. “Two, it’s not as if I could’ve changed.”

“You could’ve.” Charlotte argues. “Tara changed partners. The teacher would’ve let you.” she sizes you up for a second or two quietly and smirks again, “I just don’t think you wanted to.”

You tense before you can stop yourself.

“So?”

“I’m gonna go kick his ass.” your boyfriend murmurs.

“Don’t you dare.” you snap. “I’m not a possession anyway, asshole. And he wasn’t a threat..” you’re the one smirking as you size up your boyfriend with a hand on your hip, “Unless you feel threatened.. That’s your problem. Not his.”

As they launch into their spiel again, how their kind will grow up to be criminals or murderers and how Eddie’s little club shouldn’t even be allowed to exist, something in you snaps.

You slip your boyfriend’s arm down from it’s resting place around your shoulder and you start to walk away.

“Where y’ goin, babe? Aw, c’mon.. Are you on your period?”

You pause, turning to look back at Danny. “No.” you answer.

“Then what’s eatin’ you today, princess.”

“Ugh, don’t call me that. You know I hate it.”

“Babe..”

“I can’t deal with you.” you answer calmly. “Either of you. Talk to me when you’ve both got your heads outta your asses.”

“How about you find us when you come to your senses.” Charlotte calls out after you but you’re already walking away. Heading for the double doors that lead in and out of the building at the end of the hallway, grumbling to yourself with each step you take.

Charlotte steps a little closer to Danny, walking her fingers up the front of his t-shirt. “I told you, didn’t I? You can take the girl outta the trailer park, you can’t take the trailer park outta the girl.”

Danny removes her fingers and she pouts. He rolls his eyes. “Never gonna happen.”

“Yeah? At least I put out…” 

She steps closer all over again, staring up at him. “Isn’t that your biggest complaint with her lately, Daniel?”

“Well yeah..” he swallows hard. Staring down at Charlotte because he’s torn between amusement and disgust. 

--

Eddie sits on the picnic table, the damned notebook perched on his lap. He knows that opening it is a serious invasion of your privacy, but after the filthy little poem slipped out when he went to put it away in his locker, he just can’t seem to help the urge he has.. To open the notebook. To see if there’s anything else similar tucked away inside.

You wander out of the building, pausing to light a cigarette. 

“Perfect.” he mumbles to himself as you start to walk in his direction. Brown eyes settle on the notebook and he starts to call your name.

“Eddie?” you throw up a hand, shielding your eyes from the midday sun. “Don’t you have class right now, Munson?”

“Gym.” he answers with a shrug. “Do I look like I give a shit about sports or whatever?”

You laugh softly.

Your gaze happens to settle on the journal sitting in his lap and you swallow hard. Your heart is beating so loud you can hear it, feel it’s steady thump against your throat. You nod to the notebook, try to play cool. “You found it..”

Eddie nods, holds it out.

“You’re pretty good at poetry, doll.”

His words have you frozen in place. If you thought your heart was about to beat right outta your chest before now, you were wrong and it wasn’t. Because right about now, your throat is dry. Your heart is beating so hard you feel like it might just explode.

Your hands shake just a little as you reach for the notebook. Eddie notices as he places it into your hands.

This awkward silence fills the space between the two of you and you know you should probably just leave, bail on the rest of the day like you were planning but you can’t.

Your feet are rooted to the ground as you stand in front of him now, the events of the morning and the fact that he’s read your journal swirling around in your mind frantically.

,, god I hope he didn’t read too far.. I hope he didn’t figure out most of it’s about him..”

Eddie clears his throat awkwardly. “You goin’ somewhere, princess?” the lazy grin he gives you has your stomach doing that stupid little flippy-flop it always seems to do lately when you catch sight of him hanging around outside his trailer or in the hallways at school.

“Yeah.” you answer after getting sucked into doe eyes for a minute. The minute feels like it’s stretched out to hours, an eternity in the blink of an eye. You raise a hand, letting it tangle in your hair. “Away from here.” you finally answer.

Eddie clucks his tongue, mocking disapproval. “You blowin’ off school?”

“Maybe I am.” you answer.

He chuckles. Nods to the spot beside him on the picnic table. You hoist yourself up onto it.

“What’s your little boyfriend gonna say, huh?”

“I honestly don’t give a shit.” you answer, looking up at Eddie through a curtain of hair. “He’s kind of an asshole.”

Eddie’s brow raises.

When his stomach does that lazy little flip like it did this morning when he carried you down the hall, he tries to ignore it.  This time though, it won’t be ignored.

“Why’s that?”

“He just is.” you answer quietly, staring at your legs. “I dunno why I’m even with him.”

And there it is, the truth. The heart of everything you’ve been feeling lately. This little life you’ve lucked into since your move to Hawkins… It doesn’t fit. The little charade you’ve been pulling is starting to get tiresome. You can’t be yourself around your so-called friends.

“So dump him.” Eddie mutters. “It’s not like it’s hard.”

“You’re not wrong.” you answer after a second or two. You slip off the table and stand in front of him, a hand on your hip.

“C’mon.”

He points to himself, staring at you. “Me?”

“No, the invisible man over there, Munson.” you retort, blowing at strands of hair that have fallen into your eyes. “Yes, you.”

“Where are we goin?”

“I dunno.” you answer. “Just.. Away from here?”

He chuckles at you.

“You’re real bored, huh?”

“What makes you think that?”

“You’re leaving campus with me.. The school freak.”

“You’re not a freak. And I’m leaving with you because I want to, alright?” you insist, hand settling on your hip again, “I don’t do things I don’t wanna do.”

Eddie chuckles. “You don’t, huh?”

“Nope.”

“Tell me where we’re goin’.” he demands, mimicking your posture, the way you’ve got your hand on your hip. “Or we’re not leavin.”

“Fiiiine.” you drawl, blowing at more of your hair as it escapes the way you’ve got it up, “I thought we could go back to my house.. Or yours.”

“Now what’s everybody gonna say if word gets around, huh? You all alone with me?”

“Do I look like I give a shit, Eddie?” you ask calmly, tilting your head to look up at him as he stands. “Because I honestly don’t.”

“Well, what about your boyfriend, huh?”

You laugh and roll your eyes. “Pretty sure Charlotte’s already trying to hop on his dick as we speak. She thinks I don’t know she wants him. She can have him.”

“You really just want to watch the world burn, huh?” Eddie’s more than a little intrigued, staring at you as he tries to puzzle it out. He steps up to you, body just barely grazing against your own. You swallow hard because there it is, all over again… That fluttery feeling that settles out into a lazy heat in the pit of your stomach.

“Maybe I do.” you answer.

He chuckles. Mutters to himself about taking advantage of your boredom and you look up at him. “I’m practically begging you to, Munson. Why is there a moral dilemma, huh?”

Eddie shrugs.

“We can take my car.” you dig around for your keys, placing them into his hand. As his hand curls around your car keys, your hand curls around his and you step in just a little closer. He’s caught up in the way he towers over you easily.. The bakery sweet scent of your favorite perfume and the way it mixes with sweet strawberries. 

“You’re puttin’ a lotta trust in me, princess.” he chuckles.

“Because I like you, Munson.”

The second the words leave your mouth, Eddie freezes in place and so do you. He chuckles. “You barely know me.”

“Yeah, well.. I know enough, alright. Y’know, you’re only cock-blocking yourself right now, yeah?”

He nearly swallows his tongue. You’re starting to walk away and he catches up to you, stopping you. “You really gonna say something like that and walk away, princess?” he asks, stepping into you so that your back meets the warmth of the passenger side of your car. His hand raises, caressing your cheek. He’s studying you intently, big brown eyes staring straight into your soul. “You barely know me.” he repeats.

“I know what I want, Eddie.” your hand clutches at the front of his Hellfire t-shirt. Big brown eyes grow larger as they settle on the way your hand rests against his chest. 

,, this is literally the beginning of every wet dream you’ve been having about her, man. You’re seriously gonna screw it up?” but this thought is overruled by another, What if she’s just bored?

“You think too much.” you mumble softly. “I used to do that too. Kinda how I got myself into the mess I’m currently in..”

Eddie chuckles. “Oh yeah? Maybe one of us should be thinkin’ a little, doll.”

You pout up at him.

“I never wanted t’ be the way I am.” you admit, going quietly. “I hate having t’ pretend to be a little priss.”

Eddie swallows hard because you’ve pressed yourself into him and he’s fighting every barely controlled urge plus the way he’s hard enough to break. Your tongue drags the outline of your lips. “I’m sick of hatin’ myself.. I just wanna be myself.. Like who I like..” you let go of his shirt and walk your fingers up his chest. His heart feels like it’ll explode at any second as he stares down at your hand, “Want what I want.”

“What do you want, doll?” Eddie steps into you, putting your back against the car again.

“Isn’t it obvious, Eddie?” you reply, tilting your head to look up at him. 

“Maybe it isn’t.” he insists.

“Or maybe it is.” you argue, pulling him into you by his belt loop. He bites back a quiet groan, face burning hot because he knows you have to feel every inch of him, he’s harder than concrete.

“Just say it, princess.”

“You, Eddie.” you purr. “I want you, okay? And earlier when you carried me, I.. It made me really think. I mean, when my own boyfriend couldn’t be bothered to do somethin’ like that and you..” you trail off, staring up at him. “Look, I realized who the real man was.” you go quiet, refusing to elaborate.  “I’m wasting myself on that jerk, all my so-called friends..” you gesture at the school in the background, “And why? Because honestly, I’m miserable the way things are now.”

“Mhm.” Eddie answers quietly.

“And I’d rather not be. Not if I know what I want… Who I want.” you make yourself look up at him, holding his gaze. 

Eddie searches your eyes, looking for just a hint of doubt. A sign that he needs to back out, that you’re just bored, you’re gonna use him.

As soon as he doesn’t find any, his hand lowers, squeezing your hip. He clears his throat. “We should be gettin’ outta here.”

You smile and nod. As he opens your passenger door, you grab hold of him on a whim, pressing a clumsy kiss against rough lips. He bites back a groan, muttering quietly against your mouth, “Now you’re playing with fire, princess.”

[mono-dontidae]

say it

c/w: pointing out insecurities (everyone except kenma cause i dunno how kenma woukd make point an insecurity out), cheating (just kenma), pure angst no fluff, not proofead

a/n: no lev because i love lev he could never be mean!! haha!! (im running out of shit to write pls recc me a school or 3 ppl to continue this idek)

pairing(s): kuroo, kenma, yaku x !fem reader

kuroo

you weren't the brightest. but you certainly weren't dumb. you just needed a little help with your studies. however, you were amazing at other things; sports, curricular activities and communication pursuits. kuroo admired how determined you were at trying to be better with your studies though. the way you'd do your best to help your other classmates with things neither you understood. he caught himself smiling at the sight of it. maybe that's why he loves you so much. all up until one day, it's been a particularly hard day for him. training's been horrible and you just kept bugging him for a study date. "does it have to be me? i'm sure you could ask like.. kenma or something", he asked you, trying to contain his annoyance. you refused, wanting your boyfriend to help him. you felt more comfortable around him and you feel that spending time together was a good idea. he thought otherwise. "fuck, can't you just get the hint? i'm fucking tired. why can't you be like [girl's name]? she's pretty, funny and smart. you're just a good face with no thought behind it. just get the hint, okay? it's real fucking annoying.", his words harsh and blunt. he couldn't think. "what? don't be petty, tell me directly 'no'. there was no need to compare me with her anyways.", you replied back, hurt. you didn't mean to act so persistant on it. "you're almost worst than lev. it's embarrassing enough to have a girlfriend who's shitty at school, like, why're you here in the first place?", he laughed almost, seemingly twisting the knife. he walked away while you just stood there, insecure.

kenma

"pfft.. haha..", kenma kept smiling as he texted on his phone. you were both eating a bento you made at a park, afterschool. he hasn't had a single bite yet and making conversation with him was impossible. "mm.." "uhuh" "yeah." "crazy." "oh?" "ah." was all he ever replied back with his eyeballs staring at his screen, his fingers making a longer sentence than his mouth ever could. "oh, for fucks sake.", you finally spat. you snatched kenma's phone away, getting him to finally look at you. "what're you doing? i'm talking to a brick wall here ken, what could be mor-", you paused as you looked at what the contact was saved as. "honey ♡". a heart? are you serious? "ken? what in the fuck is this?", you got up, angry and fuming. understandable honestly, who wouldn't be? "oh. that's.. uhm", he darted his eyes to the side, unable to answer you. ".. an online friend..", that answer of his only filled your rage. "no friend would ever be thought to be named 'honey' with a heart, ken. what the hell, what gives? i thought we were good, what's up with this?!", you asked him, confused. you sounded desperate for an answer from him, a boy who's always of few words. "i don't know. she's always been.. available. she plays all the same games as me, likes the same anime's as me and always been interested in what i like.", he said, matter of factly. you placed his phone onto the banch you were both sitting on a bit too harshly. "and what, that justifies you to just cheat on me?! you could have just broken up with me!", you stepped forward, now facing infront of him. this was all so stupid. "you and i have never been in the same intrest bubbles. she's more fun. you're boring. she's cool about anything too, you're super uptight. i just stayed to make you pleased i guess. i don't know.", he replied half-assed. it's almost like he was never bothered. almost like you never mattered. you were just another person to him and he kept the lable going to delude you of happiness. how embarrassing it must be to be so unaware.

yaku

you were cool, tall, charming and apart of the nekoma female volleyball team. it's how you and yaku met in the first place. deep down, you weren't as masculine or stoic like how you seemed on the outside. you didn't dig your stereotyoe much and hid how you were girly, sweet, nice and overall being pretty feminine knowing it didn't suit you. your height and athletism has been an insecurity and always wanted to be "pretty like other girls". obviously, you both got stared at in school or public by the height difference and such but it never mattered. or did it? "hey, suke? you wanna have lunch later?", you appoached him in class that morning, happy to see your boyfriend. he looked a bit startled when you approached his desk. he looked up, seeing you tower over him. you were a foot taller but you didn't mind being taller than him. however, yaku has always been insecure of his height. lately the teasing of his classmates and team has gotten to him. "oh, hey. no thanks, babe. i'll be eatingg with the guys today.", he replied curtly. you felt a bit dissapointed but you still festered a smile. you handed him a packed lunch. "alright. here, then. i made you something.", it was cute, floral patterned wrapping cloth containing a little surprise note you wrote inside. "oh. thanks.", he stared at it. you waved him goodbye before walking to the other side of the classroom to your desk. later at lunch, he walked to the class next door where kuroo, kenma, fukunaga, yamamoto and inuoka were. they waved him a hello as he approach, your bento in hand. yamamoto pointed it out first, "yo, your little girlfriend made you lunch? oh, wait. you're the little one, sorry!", then laughed and the rest followed. "pfft, lay off him. we all know height doesn't matter. but how's being the girlfriend, huh?", kuroo barked next. the rest laughed once more, irritating yaku more. he sat, unveiling the lunch. your note was his last straw, 'hope u love this, honey! lot's of love, y/n. p.s, i made sure to cut the crust off your sandwich this time!'. "nevermind!! she's just your mom at this point, man! haha!", yamamoto laughed as he peeped at the note. he got up angrily and threw the bento onto the floor. "look, it's not my fault my girfriend's a freak. she's tall as shit and theres nothing i can do about it. she can't even be girly 'cause let's face it, it'll never suit her. she chose me 'cause i'm the only person willing of taking her. no dude in the right mind would date her; you're right, she's a boyfriend at most! i shouldnt've even dated her from how embarrassing it is!", he rambled as the class was silent. then there you were, in the doorway watching. you were just walking past the class to head to the canteen and he was exploding before your eyes. everyone looked from him to you, crickets playing. some were staring at you with pity, some trying not to laugh, some in shock and some confused.

ts so ass highkey 🥀

[darklinaforever]

It's crazy how people can reject the very heart of the film Nosferatu 2024. Named the relationship between Ellen & Orlok.

Note that no one among the Orlok & Ellen fans denies that she loves Thomas, at least, I have never seen any fans of Orlok & Ellen claim otherwise.

Simply, we also integrate the fact that she has sexual desire for Orlok (because she is sexually frustrated with Thomas) and also a deeper connection than that with him on an aspect of her that only he can understand.

So why do I see people (more precisely fans of Ellen & Thomas ship) trying to deny any shared relationship between Ellen & Orlok, if not an abusive aspect of Orlok on Ellen (which exists, I don't deny it, and it's part of why we like this relationship, the toxicity, but it's not just that between the characters) ?

That she just hate him because she said to him ? As if in movies the dialogue and actions can't differ ? As if someone can't both hate and love someone ? You must be really boring not to understand that.

I can find tons of examples in fiction of characters who say they hate each other but love each other / have feelings for each other. Worse, saying it before a passionate kiss or even during sex. In cinema, it's mostly what happens on screen that matters, even if the dialogues have a certain importance and must be well done, they are not really the main attraction.

At the limit, people will recognize the erotic aspect between the vampire and the girl, but nothing more, refusing the aspect of connection that we are talking about.

And again, either some will accept that Ellen desires Orlok, but others will say that it is only a desire resulting from Orlok's manipulation thanks to his powers.

(Because apparently it's impossible to experience a sexual awakening with a monster in fiction ? Christine Daee had no problem experiencing her sexual awakening without magic involved thanks to Erik who nevertheless looked like a living corpse from what I remember...)

Some also try to say that the erotic aspect of the vampire exists but only between Orlok and Thomas. Seriously, wtf ?

(Even if yes, we can say that there is a form of tension between Orlok and Thomas but it is clearly not central to the story or very important)

And for some, Ellen would only be a form of Thomas by proxy for Orlok. Ridiculous.

(Especially since it would be the opposite logically, namely that Orlok has a tension with Thomas because he is linked to Ellen that Orlok wants)

And that Ellen on her side would have an ambiguity romantic and sexual with Anna only and not Orlok. Because I imagine that it is more tolerable that Ellen loves her husband and has ambiguous feelings for a woman rather than these two and the vampire that is Orlok in addition ?

People constantly try to belittle the Orlok & Ellen relationship.

While the film is very clear.

Not only is it a relationship based on eroticism but also on a deeper connection linked to the darkness in Ellen, an aspect of her that only Orlok can understand, and some romantic undertones between the two characters.

Seriously, in the interviews we talk about a love triangle. Of the vampire in love with Ellen. Of a sexual awakening (contradicting the idea that some fans have that Orlok forces this sexual desire in a "magical" way in Ellen) and of a love between a girl and a demon. Not to mention the take on inspiration from Death and the Maiden, the Beauty and the Beast and Wuthering Heights ! But yeah... nothing romantic between the girl and the monster at all here...

Anyway, it's always the same fucking story when there's a ship with a villain and a heroine... Just impressed by how quickly detractors of a fictional relationship can come forward. 🙄

[burningcheese-merchant]

PLEASE MERCHANT LISTEN TO ME

I started watching Burning Spice Cookie's flashback in the game and suddenly I started thinking "is that all? How stupid" because there are characters older than him and who apparently haven't had this problem of "boredom from "same old thing" so he leaves the Burning Spice Cookie thing as childish. but then I started thinking, what if I developed this? You see, if a person doesn't have a proper childhood they can develop psychopathic traits (more or less what I've seen in Burning Spice Cookie) so what if he and the other Beasts didn't have childhoods? We are not given any clue that they have grown, which gives us to understand that they appeared among the common cookies as adults.

Imagine that you barely have time to know your own name and suddenly you are thrown into... (I don't know, a battle?) expecting you to help calm everything down. What if, as soon as Burning Spice Cookie was born, he began to be burdened with many responsibilities and having to fight to unify Beast-Yeast into one nation? It would be a good reason why he "got bored" with everything, since some psychopaths have that trait of enjoying causing harm or hating monotony and social rules (it could also be an explanation for your au's Burning Spice Cookie).

I am SO glad someone else sees the problem with Burning Spice's "boredom". We have a million immortal characters in this universe and not a single one has had this issue with their lives. The Ancients live forever thanks to the Soul Jam, and they don't seem bothered by it at all (hell, look at Golden Cheese. She is actively pursuing immortality, for herself and especially for her loved ones). The Elementals are immortal, and they have zero complaints about it. Millennial Tree and Sugar Swan are older than the world itself, do you see them crying about it? Nope. They live and carry out their duties happily. You don't even see this with the ones that actually WERE mortal once. Fire Spirit? He loves who he is now, he's said so out loud in cutscenes in Ovenbreak. Sherbet? Though he misses being with Cotton, he otherwise loves being free to travel and see the world almost entirely unburdened, the way he always dreamed. Frost Queen? She adopted her role and upholds the balance of nature with grace. Life and immortality are only what YOU make of them. The Beasts are a bunch of stupid, selfish babies. The end.

"Not having a childhood" IS an interesting point to raise, though. You're absolutely right: having a tumultuous youth can and often does lead to psychological issues of all kinds, big and small ask me how I know lol. And for all we really know, they WERE born adults right from the jump. How Cookies are born and how they age are SUPER weird in this series and neither is ever explained properly besides "baked in oven", so... What's keeping anyone from imagining characters just born fully grown right away?

With this in mind, and with the points you've raised, we can maybe look at the Beasts like this: people who were brought into the world without being asked (although no one is), and burdened with nigh-impossible responsibility right away. Immediately told to sacrifice themselves for people they do not know or care about, who do not know them or care about them. To uphold a balance they may not understand, nor did they create themselves. Never having been allowed the chance to live and grow as all sapient beings are entitled to; to go out and have fun and be foolish and make mistakes that they end up learning from. They were born abnormal, and they never never allowed to escape that abnormality once. They live only for others, never for themselves, not even for small things. One has to wonder if they even counted as people at all in the eyes of those they fought for, or if they were just archetypes whose faces and actions were used to placate and justify whatever anyone wanted them to.

... Yeah, that sounds pretty shitty when you put it that way lol. It just goes to show how the Ancients are the true rightful owners of the Soul Jam, in my opinion. They EARNED that power, it was not given to them on a silver platter. They were able to live life as regular mortals for a while, then actively sought out that power and proved themselves worthy of it. Hollyberry united an entire region of warring houses. Dark Cacao tamed dragons and brought peace to a long-devastated land. Pure Vanilla endured the many arduous trials of the Sugar-Free Road in pursuit of truth and enlightenment. These are all things that require hard work, dedication, humility, and a certain wisdom that you gain from experiencing life in general. Wisdom that the Beasts may or may not have possessed, because they may or may not have ever been able to attain it in the first place.

As for my Yandere AU Spice... Yandere Spice is well and truly a psychopath (all the Yandere Beasts are). It's the thing you see often with actual stalkers: he's more in love with the IDEA of Golden Cheese than the woman herself, as she actually exists. It's all about what HE wants, what HE needs, what HE expects from her. Pure, utter selfishness, projection and delusion, as psychopaths are fundamentally incapable of empathizing with others (that's what marks them as psychopaths in the first place). With the Accidental Yandere Golden Cheese one, he's the same, but A) leaning a bit more into his bloodlust/enjoyment of harming others (which is also common in psychopaths, like you said), and B) him actually being clever/manipulative enough (at least to some degree) to know how to play into Golden's wants and feed her ego in order to sway her (Golden in this AU is also just kind of a fucked up person on her own, independent of Spice, so it's an unlucky combination). She's not "boring" like everything and everyone else is. She captivates him, she surprises him, she keeps him on his toes. He "loves" her. Therefore, he owns her and vice versa, and he will do whatever it takes to have her all to himself, up to and including hurting and killing innocents (it's not like they mattered, anyway). What caused him to be this way ultimately does not matter; maybe it's that overwhelming burden of responsibility and lack of a choice or a chance to live life that we addressed earlier. Perhaps he was just born broken. Whatever it is, he's a bloodthirsty, selfish, uncaring monster and it is Golden Cheese that he has chosen to make pay for it, unfortunately.

TL;DR Not liking immortality is a skill issue. The Beasts are dumb little crybabies. Yandere Spice is disgusting and should face a wall. I like writing deranged people far too much. I enjoy engaging in meaningful conversation with others about things. Thank you for the ask, I vibe with your thoughts and ideas, I hope you find lots of money on the ground today

[agoldenblackbird]

The OG: Ranty Bitch Vol. 1!

i'm gonna be a ranty bitch for a minute.

tbh i'm turned off even reading new buddie fic despite being a multishipper and have unfollowed a bunch of buddie accounts because i'm sick of the smug attitudes. one ask that i am otherwise not going to publish or respond to ended with 'sorry you don't understand media literacy bestie :)' fuck off. listen INFANT, i have been writing fanfic and original fic AND watching, reading and analyzing queer media since before you were born, i understand how character and story development works, and i know the difference between 'storyline i personally disliked' and 'bad writing.' this was BOTH, and it also was marketed to us as 'carefully crafted bi rep' and 'queer love story that is not about a bunch of pain and conflict FOR ONCE' so we have every right to be upset at the bait-and-switch.

the fact that i'm seeing the same exact posts - 'bt bones buddie CANON' that i saw three seasons ago after the bucktaylor breakup, or every time they thought buck and taylor MIGHT break up - says something. the fact that so many fans seem genuinely convinced (STILL!) that buddie is inevitable because there have been so many 'signs,' and then they rattle off a convoluted theory that would make the most hardcore taylor swift stan say 'wow, that's a bit of a reach,' honestly weirded me out a little when i first joined the 911 fandom. i have never been in a fandom where so many fans are insistent that their ship will be - not might be or could be, but WILL be - canon. i am skeptical both from past experience with other shows mishandling queer storylines or ship-baiting, and tim minnear's proven track record with this one of not really knowing what to do with buck's LI's. but i didn't want to yuck anybody's yum, so i let them have their theories and squee in peace, and unfollowed or blocked certain tags if i was seeing too much of it and getting annoyed. it's too out there for me, but i'm glad they're having fun!

yet they can't give us the same courtesy. they deride us as delusional for thinking that a canon pairing that was presented to us both in promo and the show itself as different and important (eg the bobby approval convo and 'buck getting off the hamster wheel') might last, and we're stupid to have ever liked tommy or lou or be disappointed at how the breakup was written, and if we point out the biphobia it's just sour grapes.

the bucktommy breakup is not the first time 911 has started out strong with an interesting storyline and fumbled it in the 4th quarter either because the writers got bored or in the name of needless drama/a 'gotcha' sudden twist. amir & bobby, eddie's fight club arc, the sperm donor SL, hen vs councilwoman ortiz, whatever the hell is going on with harry, the whole mess with shannon/kim, just to name a few. and especially the past couple of seasons, for me since 6b, the pacing has been off. they seem to have too much happening at once and many of the storylines don't have enough room to breathe to be narratively satisfying, or they get resolved in ways that feel lackluster.

if the toxic buddie stans who have been attacking lou on sm and sending death threats (wtf!) actually get what they want, which i admit is possible, but it's certainly not guaranteed….i don't know why they think the writers won't fumble that just as badly. it's not going to happen precisely the way they want it to because it is impossible to please everybody, that's what fanfic is for. but at this point i have zero faith that it would even be well done at all, and zero trust in the writers not to just sabotage or regress a character for funsies, and that's an excellent reason to stop watching the show. in most of my other fandoms i regard canon as a jumping-off point or a blurry outline at best, and i can have just as much fun in the 911 sandbox without any further input from canon at all, once i'm less angry.

[nadiajustbe]

When it comes to HMC trilogy, I take almost no criticism, as it just a wonderful written-story with alive and relatable characters. However, If I had to name a part I'd found reasonable to criticise and may critises myself, I'd say it's Lettie Hatter's arc.

Not because it was entirely bad, but because it could be so much better If it wasn't written in the 80s and had a different mindset attached to it. And because the way it starts and the way it progress has little to no connection to how it ends.

Because the whole thing of the Hatter sisters, all of them, was breaking social norms and expectations.

Sophie firmly believed that she would stay in the Hatter Shop for the rest of her life with the most boring existence possible — and yet she married the most chaotic, whiny and slither-outing wizard in all of Ingary, with whom everyday is a full-blown fantasy adventure.

Martha, as the youngest, was expected to have the above mentioned fantasy adventures, be a mighty witch, even a hero, maybe — but she decided to chose a happy, steady basic life with a husband and ten kids, and she didn't want to listen to anyone who said otherwise.

Lettie's arc, just as the whole stories of her sisters, were tied on what people wanted from her. She was the most beautiful out of all girls, If we believe Sophie's words, and people almost wished she would marry and find a life spouse, as she had one million proposals a day even before switching with Martha. But that wasn't what she wanted — I'm sure she would reject all of them as often as her sister did, because she wasn't a big fan of it, just as working in the bakery. Lettie wanted to be a witch, and she practically became one, switching with Martha, working with ms. Fairfax.

But while Sophie's arc of expecting to be plane and ordinary ended on being gifted and adventurous, Martha's arc of avoiding busy life ended on finding a person she loves and planning to build a big family, Lettie's arc of searching for greatest achievement and avoiding marriages ended on...a marriage.

A marriage that, as stated by herself — "Ben doesn't like people to know I'm a witch" — kinda disregards her initial want to show that she has intelligence outside of her beauty, the one that he can show and that she can use.

(This line has absolutely no context whatsoever and we can only guess why Ben wants so, because it's actually so out of his character, even all the bits that were described before. But nope, no context, no explanations. It may be because she was pregnant at the time, but, again nothing like this was ever said and it's a pretty lame excuse anyway. Magical mirrors in their house also do not obey Lettie, at all)

And, as much as I absolutely love Ben and as much as I absolutely love Lettie, I don't think pairing them was a good choice. Mostly because Lettie was seventeen (one year younger than Sophie) in the end of HMC when their "pairing" started, and Ben is described to be noticeably older that Howl in CITA, which brings us to the conclusion he's at least in his thirties. And that's...a bit uncomfortable of an age gap, especially If we take into the account they canonically had a kid about a year later. And also Ben was supposed to be her mentor.

...And If he stayed her mentor and nothing more, it would be actually great. Because I believe Lettie deserves the same development her sister had, to get was she initially wanted and what she was fighting for. To be an apprentice of the Royal Wizard, to be a powerful a well-known witch, to show the world who told her that she has to marry to succeed in life that she in fact, doesn't, to show all this guys that tried to propose to her that she didn't need them, at all. But definitely not a wife, or a mother.

Not because being a mother or/and a wife is a bad character development. It worked perfectly with Sophie, because it represents her chaotic happily ever after better than anything else, it worked with Martha because she wanted to had ten kids and marry. It's just not for Lettie's character in particular precisely because everything in her concept of "beatiful middle sister" showed that was she's supposed to be.

Because Mrs. Pentstemmon said Lettie awaits a great, good fate, that she'll be as powerful as the Witch of the Waste — and I want to see it. Because I didn't.

[relicsongmel]

Thinking about Iris' very open disdain for spirit channeling and how it seemingly contradicts many other elements of her character.

Let me explain—Iris prior to the end of BttT is a woman who only knows facades, covering up the truth, and only presenting herself exactly as she wants others to see her. We see this over and over again throughout the course of the story: she hides her real identity while dating Phoenix, she does damage control for Dahlia and Godot to help them avoid blame for their crimes, and she is extremely selective about which information she chooses to disclose to specific people depending on whatever role she finds herself playing in that moment (daughter, girlfriend, accomplice, etc). Her demeanor as a whole is also rather meek and unassuming, and she's shown to be exceptionally kind; she expresses favorable opinions on most everyone she meets, even those continuously treated poorly by other characters (like Larry) or those that have objectively done reprehensible things (like Dahlia).

All of this stands in stark contrast to her saying in no uncertain terms that she hates spirit channeling:

This stands out to me because it is one of very few things that Iris is completely forthright honest about in the early portion of this case. After spending all day avoiding Phoenix and now carefully dodging his questions towards her in hopes of preventing the truth of her deception from coming out (all of this while actively avoiding her responsibilities at the Inner Temple because of Larry's "blackmail" letter which also threatened to expose her "secret"), why is this the one bit of truth she chooses to divulge here? Or rather: why is this the one thing she seemingly cannot lie about?

Obviously the answer lies in Iris' past and the permanent damage that was done to her and her family due to the politics of the Fey clan, with the Kurain Channeling Technique at the root, and the DL-6 incident as the event that brought everything to ruin. Iris bore witness to her mother Morgan losing the title of Master of Kurain due to her inferior powers and the despair that caused her, then three years later saw her aunt Misty who, despite purportedly being so much better than her mother, made a mistake while channeling that led to an innocent man's conviction, disgracing the Fey name and causing her to flee the village in shame. With this in mind, it makes sense that Iris would feel so strongly about spiritual powers doing more harm than good; after all, she has firsthand experience of the damage that can be done to the women that have it.

But what of the women that don't have it—namely, Iris herself? What happens to a spirit medium, born of the Fey bloodline, daughter of the then-master of her channeling school, when she's shown to not have any spiritual powers? I'm of the opinion that Iris' hatred is not only a product of what she's seen happen to her mother and aunt, but also very closely tied to what is, essentially, her earliest failure in life—after all, what good is a medium who can't channel? Fey women are raised to believe that their worth is linked to how well they can perform the service of their clan, which is the same reason why Maya beats herself up for failing to channel Mia in Turnabout Goodbyes and Pearl does the same with Dahlia later in this case. In a sense, Iris' hatred of spirit channeling is an externalization of her own self-hatred—unlike Dahlia, who mainly copes by lashing out and seeking revenge on those who wrong her, Iris is far too gentle and loving to lay blame on any one person. But all that repressed guilt and anger still has to go somewhere—and it manifests through this one small crack in her otherwise flawless facade. The one thing she cannot bring herself to find beauty in no matter how much she tries. The one thing that should have given her purpose but didn't—leaving her no choice but to mold herself beyond recognition over and over into roles that aren't truly her own, but at the very least give her meaning where she was denied it before.

And knowing her? She probably hates that flaw more than anything.

[se-agapo-skywalker]

Do you think Luke would ever accidentally tease and deny you too far? And how would he make up for it?

Smutty headcanons below the cut:

Hmm... All I can think of is him teasing you to the point of actually making you finish, when that otherwise wasn't his intention. Depending on the situation--namely, whether or not you're in public--he would feel quite a lot of guilt potentially embarrassing you in that way.

But, of course, mistakes happen.

Let's say you're both attending some tedious briefing on a rebel base. You're bored and antsy, and Luke flashes you an inquisitive look from across the room.

You can feel his force signature touch your mind: are you restless? Lonely? Anything he can do to... help?

Yes, you beckon him, subtly uncrossing your legs. When he recognizes your consent and quickly nods his head in response, you instantly feel a wave of sexual energy overcome you.

Luke's presence in the Force can be felt from anywhere in a room, but when it's focused on you, it's pure paradise. Warm, electric, and delicious, it encompasses you with its power; as it travels down your body, you mentally guide it between your legs and towards your core.

This isn't your first time playing around like this, although you can't quite remember how it started. Was it Luke's idea? Yours? The Luke you knew just a year or two ago would never have been bold enough to do this...

You smirk to yourself remembering just how shy the two of you were in the beginning of your relationship. It was so sweet and innocent, but Maker, have things changed for the better.

"You like this?" Luke's voice whispers in your mind, low and sultry. Phantom laughter resounds when he senses you biting back a moan--"careful, we don't want you to get caught. Should I stop?"

"No, please, I can take it."

"Good."

What is this meeting about, a reconnaissance mission on Jabiim? You know you should focus, but frankly, pretending to focus is far more important at the moment.

Luke's eyes quickly dart between watching the speaker and reading your face--is he doing too much? Is now a bad time? Even the most subtle look of discomfort on your face would signal him to stop.

How could you ask him to do that? The feeling of phantom hands caressing your body, running all over your most sensitive areas, is unbearable, but it's heaven. Kriff, how the hell is he even doing this? He knows just the pressure on your clit is enough to make you come, but that little womp rat gets off seeing just how far he can push you before you fall apart.

"I know, starlight," Luke purrs, "almost done. You're doing great."

Thank the Force your uniform consists of thick-fabric trousers--you're positively soaked and dripping like the rains on Kamino. You worry it's all in vain, though, as the pent up energy of your inevitable climax bubbles beneath the surface. Bracing yourself in your seat, you try to nonchalantly rest your chin on your hand, hoping no one will notice the way you clench your teeth in anticipation.

"Ready? Let go."

Relief rushes over you in a wave of electric pleasure, transporting you out of reality entirely. It's not the same as finishing on his hand, or his tongue, or his cock... but stars, it feels amazing. Your eyes flutter for a moment, far too quickly for anyone but Luke to notice--and notice, he does.

"You did so well for me, angel. I'll have to reward you later."

[hecateheart]

Young Justice RP Request.

Please message me here; HunniComb@outlook.com

My name is Fay, and I'm in the IST(Ireland) timezone, so I'm usually always like 6 hours behind everyone 😅.

I am a low maintenance partner. I don't expect messages all day every day.

I’m a long term Partner. I do like working on bad patches and blocks as a team as compared to tossing our RP aside because we're boggled down by low inspiration.

So please don't feel like a bother, message me whenever you're unsure of a plot idea or where you would want to take your side.

That said, feel free to pop me a message whenever you would like, even when it isn't about our RP.

I work on weekends, but my weekdays are totally mine, so I can message back a lot more on those days.

~My Rules~

✨️•• Grammar & Format

Grammar does not have to be great but understandable.

I use 3rd Person, Paragraph Form, CanonxOc, Double Ups.

Plot freedom is a must. I sometimes mix canon events around original ideas.

I also really like to write for the characters, love interests etc as if they have a life outside of the OC. Characters and love interests don't have to be constantly anchored to an OC, it seems boring to me.

✨️ •• Length & Limitations

I will match what I am given no matter what the length.

I am known for more novella, long messages, but please don't feel pressured to ever match me, I just tend to get carried away.

I allow love triangles, Polyamorous Relationships, Smut, Violence/Gore, Same Sex Relationships, Marriage, Oc Families {ex; CanonxOc have kids}, Mentions Of Abuse {Drugs, Alcohol, Mental, Physical}.

Darker themes are allowed, but please tell me what you wouldn’t mind mentioned or added to our RP. I am open to a lot, but it’s important that I am told your do’s and don’ts.

You got kinks?, don't we all. I am alright about a lot of kinks, I will never shame someone, but the common no-no’s everyone has mentioned are still no-no’s for me.

Tell me your darker themes, kinks, whatever else, it helps me to know what your boundaries are and whatever else you want to be included or banned in our RP.

☆Please no under 18’s☆, I am an adult, and I prefer to have adult RP Partners.

✨️ •• Absence & Abandonment

When I'm busy or want to toss our RP, I’ll let you know.

There can be some days where I don't want to RP because I could be exhausted from work or not in the mood, but I will pop back up unless I tell you otherwise!.

✨️Thank you so much!✨️

[emgiehae]

SO I'M REWATCHING BRIDGERTON

And have we had a 9-1-1 x Bridgerton AU Yet???

I've watched this series so many times (one day i'll read the books... if I can find them without the Netflix Cast on them) and this is my first time watching after having fallen into the pit that is 9-1-1 and Buddie.

And my brain just went !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IDK their titles and all the backstories

I just know the following - mind you as I type this, the ideas keep pouring in. You can visually see the inner workings of my brain lmao

Buck’s parents are high ranking. Aka Duke / Duchess making Buck an eventual duke by birth - Doug might also be a duke, Maddie thus being a duchess - via Doug’s death she gets a LOT of money and land. 

Daniel still passes away as a child - Buck is still born as a saviour baby (#MedicalInacuracies Idk how medecine works in ye old days of bridgerton)

Maddie is still the oldest and is married off to Doug during her first season (it's love at first sight, they're married within a month, it's considered one of the fastest marriages in recent debutante history or w/e) (obvi the love turns toxic like in Canon and maddie still gets abused and doug will obvi still die)

Buck is still the youngest and still ignored by his parents. Technically he would become the lord of the house (or w/e) once he marries but they would rather it be Doug. They try to marry buck off too but!!!!! Buck runs away

Buck travels the world (hello Colin), learns languages (I've been yearning for a French speaking Buck. my time is now.), sleeps around (hello anthony), etc. His parents don't care, why should he? (Dunno why he comes back, though. maybe it's not even to the same town his parents live in) (THAT'S WHY HE'S IN THE LESSER PARTS OF THE CITY WITH HIS BIG CITY BOY MONEY!!!!!!!!!)

Eddie and Shannon have an impromptu (UNDERAGE) secret wedding after finding out Shannon got pregnant, they claim it's love. The family is ashamed so they lie. Eddie can still go to war, Shannon can still leave-- but i'm thinking she leaves to another country and he's left all alone and is the talk of the town because "What woman does that?"

Lowkey want to make Athena princess and only child of the King and Queen but get the Disney princess idea out of your minds!!! She’s badass and very involved and doesn’t care about her title. Her parents hate how involved she is but it allows her to be close to her people. It’s how she meets Bobby. 

Hen would be a close friend of Athena from when they were younger, maybe. Athena is older obvi but loved the fire in Hen’s eyes and wanted to help her.

I'm not sure yet about the rest of the cast, having Athena as someone very important could be neat, bringing Bobby into this importance as well. And maybe Bobby has a company or something I DON'T KNOW and that's where the 118 are.

Buck would only be working because while his family is Rich Rich (Bridgerton kinda money) he's bored out of his mind and refuses to be associated with his family anyways - Might take up the Nash name to protect himself, he doesn't want his parents to find him. They've been looking for ages - the money he had on his person was enough to last a lifetime so if he works and stays in a cheap place, he'll be very comfortable. (Might stay with bobby????)

And for now that's as far as i've gone, i needed to write it down, to put it SOMEWHERE because i need to know if someone's on this or if someone wants this cause otherwise it's going on my back burner lmao.

I've no idea yet how Buck and Eddie meet, I don't know what happens, but this is just something that came up and UGH. HELP.

There's nothing really from the actual bridgerton universe, just the same setting - manners and traditions. Maybe a gossip sheet like Lady Whistledown (Lol i see you may that could be funny... SPOILERS. I'M GETTING AHEAD OF MYSELF DAMN IT I SPOILED MYSELF)

THOUGHTS? PRAYERS? I would reallly want to write this but i need so much help and so many plot ideas!!!!

I'm willing to share my Google Doc for plotting purposes or you can whisper me ideas - everyone who helps will be credited if i get around to writing this lmao

To write it, i need a plot.

End game Buddie, obvi. Angst, near death experience that could expose Buck's identity.

ugh what if Bobby opened a school or something that could be cute. Do they have school in bridgerton excluding the big unis the men go to? I'm gonna give them schools maybe. and women can go too, because it's like 100 years later and Eloise changed shit in her time lol

[neptuniadoesstuff]

The DoD Cast but my Version | Part 01

(Wanna see Part 2? You can click here)

This is part one of the cast of DoD by my ver/AU designs of them.

From left to right we have: Clay, Tsunami, & Glory.

These designs are based on what I would I have done if I made the designs for the tribes (bcs I think the Canon designs for the tribes just look... kinda boring imo? Plz dont attack me plz, i just wanna be creative + THESE ARE MY VERSIONS! Not redesigns.)

Anyways some changes I made to them:

Clay now has a grey-ish brown tint which can become even greyer if in contact with water or a bright red color if he goes into contact with heat.

Clay now has droopy ears (bcs you don't want mud in yur ears do u?) & strange antennas to feel the air when going into mud. They're meant to Mimic cattails or rice plants but whatever I was lazy as hell.

Tsu now has a orange underbelly due to the fact that water can also be a orangey brown. (Alos bcs it felt weird to just have a sea dragon only be blue & green with out taking in the fact the same is pretty colorful)

Tsu has semi-squidish eyes. Don't ask why I gave her these i just thought it be neat to give her the eyes of a squid which are round. (Also gave her more head fins bcs well.. FISH!)

Didn't change much about Glory other than her coloration which is slightly based on the moring glory. I did however give her some more patterns & whiskers. (Bcs of what a frend told me)

I did infact swap the eye color of both Clay & Glory since well... Idk I just like it when the eye is a different color from the main body itself.

Thats really it for the changes of these designs.

Anyways here's a bonus of a non-glowy Tsu:

(Also lil Spoiler for anyone who has NOT read any of the WoF books which includes the first book)

Yeh.. Nothing changed much other than the glowy stuff being there.

I know that they look kinda Goofy, especially Tsu, but I HAVENT DRAWN DRAGONS IN AWHILE, ONLY HUMANOID CREATURES, SO OF COURSE THEY WOULD BE A BIT GOOFY!

Anyways uh... Imma prob gonna draw Starflight & Sumby (Sunny) now & maybe make a Skywing fella afterwards named Sulfer who deff isn't gonna be the Skywing that was supposed to be in the prophecy but then his egg got smushed so in this AU of mine imma make it so the egg he was in was STOLEN from Hutvr (I can't spell his name help-) & was raised as a thief. (Bcs in the original Hutvr fracking dies also)

Anyways uh CreMbiTs.

Characters belong to Tui T. Sutherland but designed by me.

Art is mine.

Program: IbisPaint

Bub's TOS: Plz don't repost/steal, trace, or recolor my art WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! If you do, I'll take yur femur and pelvis.. SO, DON'T THINK ABOUT IT! (The PNS on my profile's bio clearly means "Please No Steal" plz follow that rule.)Also plz only remix this project with a project of the same topic... Unless said otherwise by me.

[ask-returntale]

INTRODUCTORY POST

Welcome to @ask-returntale! This blog is run by @wiltedsystem, though my UT/DR blog is @stained-glass-spirit.

You can begin the story HERE. It will be told in a partially interactive format, with asks serving as filler entertainment in the downtime as well as other driving forces of the story.

You can view the soundtrack HERE.

Please read the Q&A under the cut for more information about my UT/DR AU and what will be put on this blog.

"What is RETURNTALE?"

RETURNTALE is an AU focused on a particular timeline based on Undertale, post-True Pacifist, where Frisk 'saved' Flowey from being stuck in the Underground - though, unlike most other takes on this premise, nothing special happened until approximately ten years later.

It was an extraordinarily boring affair til then. Understandably, Flowey hadn't been happy about being trapped in a flowerpot for the last decade or so. Something had to change...

As for more details, well. Everything will be revealed in time. Many years of torment and suffering will be unfurled before you, layers peeled back until you reach the CORE of this world. I hope you're ready to join me on this journey.

"What characters are central to this AU?"

Flowey/Asriel, Frisk, and a new human named Ash will be the primary focus, with secondary focus given to the Dreemurr family as a whole. Additional lore and depth will be added and explored surrounding the baphii (boss monsters) as well.

In contrast, meta-narrative elements such as Gaster's presence will be considered, but mostly ignored in favor of some other things we have planned for you. Besides... for a story like this, a different puppetmaster is more appropriate, don't you think?

Fret not, your other favorites will probably RETURN in some capacity too - they just aren't the stars of the show, so you can't ask them questions. Only the main three can hear your inquiries.

"How should I refer to (Character)?"

Ash, bodily, uses any pronouns and is genderfluid, so that one is up to you and your preference. You may depict those stats on type or paper or whatever else as you please.

As Ash is a plural system, for individual alters, things may be more specific. This section is in hell so come back later when I've iced it.

As for the ones you Actually came here to see...

Not unlike canon, Frisk uses they/them and is otherwise unlabeled. This will not change.

Flowey uses exclusively it/its when I refer to them but doesn't actually give a shit, Asriel will respond to anything masculine or neutral, and...?

Oh, you'll have to wait for the rest of those names. I've come up with them, but I don't need you to know them quite yet.

Check back here later.

"Why does AshSys look like a chibi version of you?"

It was made in my image. I don't think they're all very happy about it.

"What content warnings should I be aware of?"

I would consider this blog to be rated somewhere around late T or early M, probably. Consider it for older audiences but non explicit.

Most topics presented within Undertale - as well as many aspects pulled from Deltarune - will be touched upon, including the absolute eldritch mindfuck that comes from living in a video game world, or something adjacent to it anyway.

There also will be sexual topics and violence discussed or portrayed (gasp! the horror!) because it's been ten years and sometimes adults like sex and violence. Hopefully not in the same breath without prior consent, though. This will include gore in the future, though again, not graphically so.

But yes, generally assume this blog will end up sort of strange, at times upsetting, and relatively unhinged. I will try my best to make this story intriguing in tandem.

"Can I dub this / make fanart / etc?"

Yes, please just link to me either here or @wiltedsystem for credit if you use any of my assets or designs. If you post a video to YouTube, please tag @/WILTEDSYS (no slash).

[zoemillinwrites]

hi ! you previously said you’re living with your husband and I was wondering, is he at all invested in your stories? like, does he ask for updates on BF lol ? or is he just cheerfully confused by the fanfic life?

and since your sister obviously knows about your secret Tumblr life (I love her for that question btw), is she following along too ? 

it’s just honestly intriguing to me how an author real-life circle get what you’re doing on Tumblr, like it’s such a big creative part of your life, and I wonder if the people around you have been sucked into it too

I am 100% being nosy though, feel free to completely ignore this ask if wanted! 💛

haha hi! what a brilliant question--i don't mind questions like this at all! i think there is a lot to be said for protecting your fandom identity/what you do in fandom and who you share things with.

when it comes to me and my husband....uh...he's not invested, just curious and he wants to know what I'm typing about after i log off of work. we live together and we do everything together and i want to know what he's typing about when he gets off work as well--not from a place of jealousy or insecurity; i just want to gossip about his online life and he wants to gossip about my online life with me too. we're besties. if something is said to me online or otherwise, it's getting shared with him. that's that on that. he knows about my writing/reading fanfic--why wouldn't i tell him? that's my hoe??!? that's my number one bitch?!? hello?!? sometimes he doesn't get it & most times idgaf about his drama either. his online drama is boring and lame omg! but my online drama is boring and lame to him! we've been married for a long time; he knows what's up and i know what's up and our relationship is very strong because we both have discussed our values, and honesty is a big one for us -- we're very interested in watching each other's personal lives shift and change and grow. i like watching him make new friends he didn't have at 22, and he enjoys the same for me. fandom isn't a big part of our relationship.

as for my sister. hehehe. i don't let her know shit. i keep her in the dark. she can't know a gd thing. but she has a secret fandom life she doesn't share with me either so we're equal in that way. she's probably arcane fandom famous, wtf would i know lololol (we like each other very much and txt every day about fandom stuff but we never share account names etc. we just enjoy our secrets lol)

i also have a younger brother. he's yet to form an adult thought. I'll let u know when that happens.

[meatball-headache]

Occult Crescent is great, but the story feels like an afterthought. I mean... there's no "story," there's backstory. Lore. And I always think the same thing: so, are they finally revealing the secret history of Mhach, Amdapor, and Skalla? Or are they just making it up just for this content? See also: FFX-2.

It took me a long time to realize, but one time I had a friend who pointed out... I don't know exactly how it came about, but we were watching a movie, and she was psychoanalyzing all the characters. The movie was Kung Fu Hustle. It's not exactly about the characters, it's just wacky hijinks... or, maybe it is about the characters; the people make the story. Otherwise all you have is an encyclopedia, a map, a list of names and dates.

Bozja was fantastic. Right from the gecko it had a slew of characters and a great story with the requisite drama and plot twists and such. Also, someone in shout pointed out, the Bozja field records had a lot more text in them. Crescent's are very very short. And, there's a lot less characters to talk about. We don't even have an antagonist beyond the mysterious architect—what do you think? It's either the Archive (boring and predictable and the same as Arcadion, I bet), or an Ascian (boring and predictable and a deus ex machina), or someone we've never heard of (boring and predictable because who are you even?)

Crescent definitely wins in the aesthetics department, even though it is a rehash of environments we've seen before, Bozja was a bleak battlefield—sure, it's a battlefield, it's going to be bleak, but the Ghimlyt Dark, the Nadaam, these are battlefields too and they have some color and style to them. But Crescent is pretty and varied, you got your swamps, your ancient temple, your evil city, your caves, your weird bubbles in the sky. And I'm motivated by the grind; I want all the jobs, maxed out, I want all the armor, I want all the relic weapons... It just kinda sucks running this content thinking, "Well, just pretend the story isn't there." In Bozja we were toe-to-toe with the Empire, and we had named antagonists that we met in the battlefield and in cutscenes, and in Eureka we had the mystery of the Isle of Val—which, though we never went there, Minfilia mentioned it often enough that we knew it, and when Eureka turned out to be it, it was a "Whoa, no way!" rather than a "...where?" moment.

FFXIV tried to play it safe with the story. We're constantly fighting the Empire, so they could say a lot about imperialism and whatnot, but they pull their punches and stop at "bad guys are bad." And outside of the main story... they kinda just phone it in. I mean, the holiday "events" are insipid garbage, one quest that takes ten minutes and then you're done. Bring back the FATE grinds! Have you seen LOTRO's holiday events? It lasts for like four weeks and you have daily quests, a daily quest to do a certain amount of daily quests, and another quest to do that quest a bunch of times. It tells you up front something like, "You'll need to do all the quests for 12 days to complete everything, so plan ahead!" Meanwhile FFXIV wants me to hand out fliers to personalitiless children and then get a hat that doesn't display on my character, if we're lucky, but probably just a poster and a table decoration that I won't use because spacing in my house is limited.

And yet... I'll keep playing this game, of course. I've been here for a long time, and there's a lot to love. But it's starting to show its cracks and frustrate me. The bigger it is, the more responsibility it has—the game's getting bigger, raking in more money, so hire a programmer to do Viera hats! Hire another writer to really flesh out the field notes! Hire another another writer to give this marquee long-term content an actual story with characters and a plot!

...that said, the battle content is nothing short of stellar. The stuff we get in CEs and FATEs in Crescent would make Bahamut's Coil blush. There's so much onscreen, fast-paced, flashy mechanics, all these multi-part attacks, big bosses with animated tells, mystifying telegraphs, mechanics layered upon mechanics upon mechanics. Jeuno, Arcadion, Crescent, all absolutely amazing combatwise. The dungeons... mostly very good, Origenics sucks and I don't buy the "Cauchia taught me how to upload your souls just now" in Alexandria, and it's clearly just trying to be another Amaurot or Dead Ends. The optional dungeons and patch dungeons we've gotten have been excellent, though, and Remembrance is probably a top-5 trial, honestly. All the patch combat content has been amazing. Story... remains to be seen. Which kind of means you've already failed, if you haven't managed to snag my interest early on. (To be fair, ARR's opening certainly didn't snag my interest; it was more of a Dark Souls thing: "okay, here's a video game, let's go around and see what it does," kinda thing.)

I signed up for a few Forked Tower runs this week. I didn't realize it was going to be sign-up hard, I was expecting more Dalriada and CLL-like stuff. Anyway, I'm proud of myself for signing up, what with the anxiety and all. We'll die, obviously, but I'll count it as a win if no one yells at me and I don't have a panic attack :p

Okay, that's all for now. I'm not sorry for being negative, I'm only sorry for not being more original.

[salzartdump]

Hi blog OP, I don't really know you and just happened to catch this in the tags, so feel free to ignore or delete this if you would rather not further engage with the bitchy anons, but if you don't mind, I have a response: First and foremost, anon, what about yourself? Have you read the entirety of RHATO front to back, every shitty detail and every eye-searing panel of sometimes objectively horrific art?

I have. I'm subjecting myself to it repeatedly and in the long term in a project to write comprehensive meta about it bcs haters like you who are so one-note about the thing and have this agenda to harass people for having different thoughts than you seem to have scared anyone who might have interesting insights into the metaphorical bushes, and, frankly, that bores me. We engage with plenty of other horrific comic arcs with analysis and rewrites to turn badly-done slop with a core element that held actual promise into something Better. Why not this one? Why is this one so fucking taboo we can't even analyze it, discuss what it did wrong and how it could have done better, or acknowledge the rare few things it didn't do half bad (and trust me, when I say rare few, I MEAN Rare)? Who are YOU to try and dictate whether or not others are allowed to do so?

Fandom isn't a monolith. It's not meant to be a monolith. Ships don't have to be canon, they're typically not meant to be canon. Echo chambers stop being fun pretty quickly, you know.

Liking or disliking some portion of comics history isn't inherently moral. In fact, oftentimes a lot of people have far more nuanced opinions like "oh this part was bad, but I liked this one specific thing that they did." Oftentimes, people aren't even financially supporting the slop in question. And it's old enough and the certain type of property that, frankly, even talking about it isn't exactly giving them royalties. There's nothing you could do to support JayRoy or RHATO specifically that supporting nearly any other title in the entire history of DC comics wouldn't do anyways since it's all the same company.

Anon, you didn't even have the balls to leave your icon attached to your message, where's YOUR moral highground? I know comics breed a brand of fans that looove their superiority complexes, & I'm not even going to pretend I'm not one of them, because if I wasn't then I probably wouldn't have dropped in to respond at all.

Learn to curate your own space so you don't have to see content you don't like. And if it's popping up anyways, look at whether or not you're actually doing everything you can TO moderate your own experience. And if you are, and it's truly the fault of, say, a lack of identification, then request that people maybe add something that will allow it to be caught by your moderation, or just block them, or otherwise remove yourself from the space.

Life, and fandom, and especially superheroes, are supposed to be about love, not hate. I'm sorry that you've lost sight of that. I can only hope that one day you'll be happier, and find ways to embrace more joy in your life than you've ever dedicated to cruelty and harassment. I know right now things are pretty rough in a lot of places, and especially in America things feel pretty scary, but that's no excuse to turn on each other.

And, you know, if you or any other actually puts aside your pride enough to read all of this? I hope you have a good day ahead of you. If it's nighttime where you are, then I hope that day is tomorrow, and maybe even every tomorrow after.

Do better.

THIS THIS THIS ^^^

i was not expecting anyone to actually respond to my response and it sure was a Suprise to open my laptop to(not in a bad way)

but that was LITTERALLY what i was ranting to my brothers about, like if you wanted the goddamn attention of a blog whos small enough to read all the asks then you need the attention enough to put your name on it. and i dont know ANY JayRoy shipper whos EVER said they love RHATO, in fact we all HATE IT its objectively bad writing thats a chore to read. i read the first volume and liked it and thought the plot really made sense, but i had a Feaver and was half delirious when i reread it i aged 4 years every panel.

i admire liedownquisition's patients in not only reading that slop multiple times, and writing a project about it, but also just typing this response out, i wish i had that incredible drive and focus, i apricate the response