#and I’m posting drawings out of fear of losing them bc i have no other backup

[jubileedeeznuts-posting]

mcsm fellas + design things | 23/09

hyper fixated on mcsm in 2024 of all years

[frostybearpaws]

currently losing my mind,

I’ve been catching up with all the Star Wars stuff that’s come out over the past couple of years and also rewatching some older stuff,

and you know what you have two hyperfixations you will inevitably mix the two ideas together because why the hell not? It’s fun and it makes my brain juice flow instead of stagnating into pools of gross black oil

and I know I’ve also made some posts about this particular cross over in the past, but I have no idea where they are right now and I’m not going to go digging for them

Star Wars x Arcane

First up:

Sevika: I’ve got two ideas and I’m not sure which one I like more.

the first one Sevika is a mandalorian woman who is currently working as a bounty hunter to make ends meet. She’s ruthless but follows her own honor code when it comes to taking jobs. She was formerly a member of death watch but split and went her own path and their ideologies concentrated. She never removes her helmet and tends to get emotionally aggressive when someone tries to pry into her life before being a bounty hunter. (This is a coping mechanism bc she does not like to think about what happened).

the second one is Sevika is a clone like Emerie Karr from Bad Batch, so not only is she struggling with the horrors of war and the complicated emotions that come with being genetically identical to several million people, treated like an object, and devoid of right, she’s also suffering from the accelerated growth rate that causes her to age twice as fast. At the current point of her life she is traveling the universe doing odd jobs and trying to keep a low profile so she doesn’t get taken up by the empire. After all to the imperial’s she is still their property and they will do with her as they see fit. (Not if she has anything to say about it)

next up:

Silco & Vander: start as a packaged deal, they are both ex-inquisitors who fled and went into hiding. It wasn’t so much for noble reasons as it was they began to fear where their paths were going to lead them. They started a new life together and things were going well until their started to have differing opinions on what they needed to be doing which lead to Vander’s betrayal.

Silco: a Nautolan with a blueish gray skin tone. As his eyes are black the scares part of his face lead to the eye clouding over and impairing his vision. In the current day she travels around with Sevika completing jobs with her. They have a very very complicated relationship. (Bonus: they fought over him taking Jinx in the same way a couple would fight over someone impulsively taking home a stray animal)

Vander: a Shistavanen which if you don’t know look like fricken werewolves, he would end up looking something like this:

side note: yes Silco and Vander were in love and that was part of the reason for them leaving. Now imagine a squid fucking a werewolf

I’ve decided to make Powder/Jinx a Twi’Lek which means that Vi is also a Twi’Lek. They are respectively blue and pink. Jinx has some white dappling along her lekku. Vi doesn’t have any such thing but she does maintain her arcane tattoo along her back.

one thing about Twi’Leks is that they are highly sexualized and often enslaved. Jinx and Vi went about fighting against this stereotype in two completely different ways. Vi fights against it, actually building up muscle and training herself to fight.

Jinx on the other hand leans into the sexualized aspect but uses it as a lure to draw people in. She effectly masks how dangerous she actually is.

Jinx is force sensitive while Vi is not. After their falling out Silco finds her and takes her on, eventually taking her on as an apprentice.

[dragonofmagnolias]

Almost 11pm thoughts…

I know I’ve said to many people that I’ve been burnt out physically and emotionally, but I’ve never really opened up about it a lot due to the fear of being shut down or feeling like a terrible person for having feelings I want/need to express.

Maybe it was because my autism was left undiagnosed for almost 28 years of my life, or maybe it’s something entirely unrelated, but I’ve developed a shell around myself bc I’ve made mistakes and been beat into the ground over and over for them with no end in sight. I’ve only ever stood up for myself in person once recently, yet I still cried bc I was scared of retaliation.

There’s been other times where I’ve stood up for myself in a text conversation, but it seems like no matter what I try, I always mess up and never learn from past mistakes. Sometimes it feels like I have to become the guilty party just because feelings have been hurt out of my need to express my own.

I think the most impactful factor towards my burnout is thar from the beginning of 2021 and through mid 2023, I was extremely overworked at my previous job. I found no joy in the things I loved doing, as I was getting home and immediately had no energy but to rot and stare at my phone, and then eventually I’d forget everything until the next day came around. I was working 5-7 days in a row, sometimes 14+ hour shifts, and having to do the cashier work of three people. All the shifts I had where I was scheduled for half days never stayed half days, and I was miserable and having no luck landing a new job.

Only reason I got out was because last year the company went bankrupt and all the stores closed. They treated us like shit in the end too and gave us no compensation, so we all just stopped caring. I remember on my last day I yelled at a disrespectful customer because they, a person who never worked retail, was telling me to manually calculate the discount on each item they were buying and put in those prices by hand because our system went down. They said that’s what they’d do in my position, but as they said they never worked retail, a switch flipped in my head and yelled at them. What was the company going to do? Fire me on the second to last day before we shut down completely?

And then the mass of depression of my unemployment hit about a month later, and I struggled to hold it together. I was scared of losing the few things that were making me happy by finishing them, and at some point I just… Lost all of that joy anyway and shelved my happiness.

But during the entirety of these times, I barely did anything. I can probably count the games I actually beat on two hands, and the others I barely started or never touched would need a lot more than that.

Looking back though, I did manage to post a chunk of fics from 2021 to 2023, but 2024 barely had anything. It was mostly WIPs that I abandoned partway through because I lost steam.

Now, it has only been four months since my last published fic, but to give a better idea of how out of character it is for me personally, that is the longest stretch it’s been without my posting something since 2021.

And don’t even get me started on art.

Within the past few years, I’ve rapidly declined in how much art I draw for myself, and there’s only a few I actually finish. In the past 3 years, I can only think of three non-commission (and also not counting stylized pieces) I finished and remain proud of… And I drew much more than that.

And then there’s the fact I always feel like I’m sharing to an empty audience.

Reading over my friend Sugar’s thoughts on her own personal burnout, she honestly hits the nail on the head when she says “I’ve just felt a huge decline in feeling like it’s worth it; because when I do post my stuff I’m in the void!”. Like I get in some places the algorithm can push you down, but even when there isn’t one, I stare into the void looking for something, but only the void stares back.

I just want somebody, somewhere, to say something about the things they like about what I do. Even the simple acknowledgment of it existing is better than nothing at all. I want somebody to see how hard I work.

After struggling with all of this for four years, I’ve become tired of everything. Therapy and psychiatric meds do help, but my energy is still so far gone that even today I’m working to recover what I used to have.

I think I’ve made some great steps towards my happiness by pushing my artistic skill, working to beat games I’ve left incomplete, and keeping a progress report for myself every week, but there’s still more to be done. I can set as many goals for myself as I want, but they only mean something if I work towards them instead of putting things off. Even if they aren’t reached, at least I would have tried.

I miss the joy and motivation I had a decade ago, back when I was doing Bravely (and eventually Octopath) works, and I’d like to get those feelings back before I reach my 30s.

In the end, I can only hope 2025 treats me with kindness and that I keep pushing myself to do better, just so I don’t fall back into despair and make the same mistakes over and over again. I want a rest. I want to lift the weight off my shoulders. I want to be able to speak and stand up for myself.

I just want to be myself again.

[kaiijo]

BLUE LOCK PLAYERS AS DEMIGODS (ii) — [BLUE LOCK]

characters: bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, itoshi rin content: gn! reader, demigod! au, inspired by pjo/camp half-blood but you don't have to have read the books to read this! notes: bachira’s is longer bc i’m a bachira lover, read the original bllk demigod au concept post here + part 1 here!

⋆｡° child of hermes! bachira meguru x child of aphrodite! you

like all campers who initially come to camp, unclaimed by their godly parents, you stayed in the hermes cabin, which was where you met bachira originally

you two became best friends very quickly and it didn’t change when you were claimed as a child of aphrodite and moved out of the hermes cabin

you two were absolutely attached at the hip together. you did everything together, even when your cabins technically weren’t paired together; you and bachira gave zero shits about that. arts and crafts, sparring sessions, sing-a-long, free time — where there’s one of you, there’s the other (lowkey the only time you’re not together is if it’s a competition like capture the flag or canoe racing bc you two may be bffs but you’re also both crazy competitive)

as a child of aphrodite, you had a natural charisma and charm that drew people into your orbit. you were also most definitely seen as one of the most attractive people at camp due to your parentage as well so it wasn’t uncommon for people to develop crushes on you or your other siblings

and bachira was no exception

you never reciprocated people’s feelings, mostly understanding that a lot of the attraction was only skin-deep

but it was different in bachira’s case; he knew you at a much, much more personal level. you two had spent long night together sharing your hopes and dreams and fears and everything in between

when he figured out he liked you, bachira was a little unsure of what he should do. normally, he would’ve just told his crush that he liked them but this was you, and you were a little too precious to him to lose

on the very rare day that you weren’t with bachira, he was practicing archery with isagi when he overheard a group of campers gossiping that, supposedly, karasu tabito was going to confess to you

bachira almost hit isagi with an arrow when he heard

with a rushed apology and goodbye to isagi, he immediately set out to find you. you were sitting on the porch of your cabin with two of your half-brothers, aryu and chigiri when bachira practically crashed into the three of you

“i need to tell you something,” bachira announced loudly, drawing the attention of other campers within the vicinity l

“okay… what is it?”

“i like you”

you blinked at him. “i like you too?”

“no, i like like you”

“oh!” you gazed at him and bachira was starting to feel like he messed everything up but then you leapt to your feet and practically launched yourself into his arms. “i like like you too, meguru”

nothing between you two changed majorly. you still went practically everywhere together and spent most of your time together, only now bachira kisses you and holds your hand

(bonus: aryu told bachira that his confession was very “glam” and that he approved of your relationship + the rumor that karasu was supposed to confess to you was a lie orchestrated by some of your half-siblings bc they’re aphrodite kids and saw bachira’s crush on you from a mile away)

⋆｡° child of demeter! nagi seishiro x child of hades! you

you were in a major dilemma. you really wanted to brighten up your cabin given that it’s all dark and heavy and brooding and that kind of atmosphere isn’t great for relaxing so you got some plants to place on the windowsill and around the cabin

this is the thing: you lacked any type of green thumb. if anything, you were the anti-green thumb (you were like seventy-five percent sure that it was because you were a hades kid and thus had no ability to grow anything)

you groaned in dismay as poked yet another dying plant and your half-brother, niko, asked, “can you please just go to the demeter cabin and ask them to help you? i’m getting sick of your whining”

okay why hadn’t you thought of that first?

you knocked on the door to the demeter cabin and who else should answer it but nagi seishiro?

he had a little cactus in a clay pot in hand and he stared at you, asking, “can i help you?”

“how do you not kill a plant?”

nagi blinked and said, “you take care of it properly.”

“yeah but how do you do that?”

“water it, give it the right amount of sunlight. why?”

“because i can’t figure out how to keep plants alive” “how? it’s not that hard.” “because children of hades aren’t exactly associated with sustaining life”

nagi sighed and mumbled something like “what a hassle” but he followed you back to your cabin to take a look at your plants

lowkey was kind of horrified by the sight of all the dead plants

but being a demeter kid, nagi easily revived them and cared for them with a special tenderness and then he looked at you so seriously and said that he’d come by everyday to check in on his “new kids”

he taught you the proper way to care for the plants and you two got closer with every one of his visits

you managed to overcome the curse of the hades kids and actually managed to keep the plants alive with nagi’s help

he gifted you new plants from the demeter cabin’s greenhouse and let you name them too

he also started calling you his “plant co-parent” and it has your heart fluttering every time

⋆｡° child of zeus! itoshi rin x child of hephaestus! you

you really didn’t know a lot about itoshi rin beyond people either gushing about his abilities or trashing his superiority complex (and about his less than stellar relationship with his brother)

you were working in your cabin’s basement when one of your siblings came running to you, frazzled. “you need to come upstairs. now”

“why?”

“because itoshi rin is here”

your eyebrows raised but you followed them up to where itoshi rin was. he looked you up and down and said, “you’re the best blacksmith?”

“i guess?”

“you guess or you are? i won’t let some lukewarm nobody touch my sword”

you shrugged and said, “i don’t think i’m necessarily any better than my siblings”

“but you are,” one of your siblings piped up. “you’re the most talented one of us all”

as rin continued to size you up, you asked, “can i see your blade?”

he relented, showing you the shattered weapon and you took the hilt, examining the damage

“what even happened?”

rin scowled. “broke against the nemean lion’s pelt”

you nodded and said, “i can work with this.”

“how long will it take?”

“a day or two”

rin left your cabin and returned the next day to find that you were true to your word. you handed him back his sword and told him that you reinforced it with a new metal alloy that should make it more durable. when he used it in a sparring session a couple of hours later, he was admittedly impressed by the way you improved his weapon

since then, he always came to you to fix his weapons and only allowed you to touch his weapons

seriously will not let anyone else touch his swords and daggers and shields

has also formed a habit of watching you work and just starts spending time with you, seeking you out and inviting you to observe his training and sparring sessions to “see how your alterations worked out”

(he’s a liar, he just wants to show off his battle prowess to you)

[billiedeanhwrd]

i only want you

ally mayfair-richards x fem!reader

summary: after being distant for a while, ally finally opens up to you about what's going on at an emotional breakfast.

warnings: age difference (legal), lowkey a vent

word count: 1272

a/n: i haven't had the chance to write bc of school stress and personal issues lately, so enjoy this older piece. it's been sitting in my drafts for a while now. i wrote it when i was really sad and heavily sleep deprived so pls excuse how bad it is, but i wanted to post something at least :)

gif credits to @thatsmypeach

"do i hold you back?"

ally's question cut through the uncomfortable tension that had settled between the two of you since you've left the office party last night. she's been acting a bit more distant lately, but you weren't sure how to approach the subject, so you didn't, instead you waited for her to come to you with what was weighing her down.

she had barely shown you any affection in the past 2 weeks and every time you tried to have a romantic moment with her, she blew you off. you assumed it was stress, but there was a heartbreaking fear creeping up on you that maybe she acted like this because she didn't love you anymore, maybe you weren't good enough for her anymore.

your lack of knowledge on how to handle this and your insecurities held you back from pointing out the elephant in the room, little did you know, the same thing was happening to your girlfriend.

last night was the essentially very similar to other nights you went out, you came together and you left together, but something in ally's behavior was alarmingly different yesterday. ally detached herself from your grip on her hand as soon as she saw a potential conversing partner and left you standing alone at the bar, she wouldn't normally do that, always so eager to show you off and publicly announce you as hers.

you were trying your best not to think of the worst case scenario, unsuccessfully sadly, until a group of young interns settled down close to you at the bar and you decided to join in on their drinking games, thinking fuck it, might as well enjoy myself as you sauntered towards them.

you ended up having more fun (& drinks) than you expected, drawing attention to you and your group of new found friends multiple times when your laugh echoed through the building. you didn't notice how ally was watching you from afar, jealousy, but mostly fear bubbling up inside her.

she was always watching you, the sight of you making her heart ache, she loved you after all... and that scared her, so she put some distance between you two, which was quite the challenge given that you were ozzy's babysitter and lived with your girlfriend and her son.

she longed to be close to you, missed you so much, it hurt her physically. she needed to be close to you so desperately, but her insecurities and late night worries held her back, her trust and abandonment issues that resulted from her last relationship impacting her more than she'd like to admit.

from the get-go she had been slightly insecure about the age difference between you two, i mean for god's sake she was a mother and an accomplished politician and you were college student. It took her a while to confess her feelings for you and even after months of dating now, the insecurities didn't leave.

"what?"

her question almost caused you to spit out your cereal, visibly confused you narrowed your eyes at her, practically begging for an explanation to such an absurd question.

ally put down the coffee she had been nursing for a while now, too lost in her thoughts to notice her morning beverage getting cold.

she tucked a strand of her brown hair behind her ear and shifted around slightly on her chair, her eyes darting up and down between yours and the kitchen table.

"i realized recently that you spend so much time with me and ozzy and the people i get along with, that you barely get to go out and do all the typical college stuff, wild parties and interacting with people your age... you know, that kind of stuff"

her hands now folded on the table, she started picking at the skin around her nails, one of the many nervous habits she still had that you picked up on.

you sat across from her, confusion still written over your face with a dash of hurt. you crossed your legs and took a deep breath, trying to calm your heavily pounding heart.

"please, continue", you said in the most unaffeted tone you could muster, nodding your head in her direction to encourage her to keep going.

"would you rather be with someone your age?", her voice cracked in the middle of the sentence, just the thought of losing you and confirming what she feared breaking her heart.

another question that sent your heart rate up, how could she even think that?

"is that why you've been so distant lately... because you're scared i'm planning on leaving you for someone younger?"

ally nodded and wiped the tears away that were now flowing freely down her cheeks.

you jumped up from your seat at the table and kneeled down in front of your girlfriend, taking her hands into yours after she turned towards you.

"ally, i love you", you reassured her, your voice coming out staggered due to the lump in your throat while you were fighting back tears. "i would never want to be with anybody else", you soothed her while wiping away her tears. "you're not holding me back—", you continued, stroking the palm of her hand with your thumb, "—i'm not missing out on anything by being with you."

"but you were having so much fun with those interns last night...", she said sniffling, letting her head fall to hide her incoming tears.

"i was—", you gently tilted her head back up, "—and if i feel like partying or hanging out with other college students i will... but i'd much rather spend time with you."

you pressed a kiss to the back of her hand and waited a little for her to calm down. when her breathing returned to normal and the crying stopped you spoke up again, "i missed you a lot lately"

"i missed you too", she sheepishly admitted.

"i'm sorry for not telling you how i was feeling, i didn't want to be a burden", ally continued, justifying her lack of communication in a way that made your heart ache.

"babe, you're never a burden to me", your eyes welling up with tears again and anger forming in your head at ivy for making her feel this way.

"you don't have to tell me anything you're not comfortable with, but i want you to know you can share anything that goes on in your mind with me, because i care, so so much", you emphasized, starring into her eyes.

"i care about anything and everything concerning you and i never want you to keep thoughts like these from me because you think you'd be a burden, i love you more than anything, ally", tears were flowing down your cheeks, this moment making you too emotional to hold them back.

ally patted her lap for you to sit and you flung your arms around her neck as you settled in her lap. ally held onto you as if she never wanted to let you go again as you both cried in each other's embrace.

after a few minutes of just holding each other and relishing the feeling of that emotional safety you both offered each other, you removed your head from her shoulder and stared into her eyes.

"do you promise to not hide this kinda stuff from me again?"

"i promise", she nodded.

and with that your lips collided and she kissed you so deeply, so passionately and with so much emotion you thought your heart would explode at the love you felt for the woman beneath you.

[harley-style]

DREAM SMP Swap AU

Dream = Wilbur : Dream comes into the server to help these two kids who are trying to stir shit up -- why not, right? He's got a fondness for chaos but also very protective and caring over his friends. VERY FOND OF TUBBO. To the point of.. well, brotherhood. Wilbur = Dream : He had a vision, to create a place where people could emancipate -- he's not above being the bad guy to keep that ideal in place. He's charming and self-confident and isn't afraid to use blackmail or get all up in your business. Has dirt on everyone but Dream. Constantly threatens secrets but subtle, yanno? Again, very charming, very persuasive.

Tubbo = Tommy : Still very sweet, but Big Crime often comes out to play more often than not. Also a huge trouble magnet, tried to start a...Honey smuggling empire? For some fucking reason, despite its innocent sounding plan, is a threat to Wilbur's land but no one has any idea why. Tommy = Tubbo : Tommy has an innate fucking fixation on music discs. He's got Cat and Mellohi personally. He dreams of starting up a music cafe/music area...? He and Dream get along swimmingly, Dream actually gifts Tommy a few music discs too, but also pins Tommy with the name discount Dave Strider.

Fundy = Eret : Was convinced earlier on by Wilbur to continue his 'legacy' and ideals. Fundy further grows into a neutral party, doing things only when it benefits him. Is the traitor from the first war. Eret = Fundy : Gets far too involved with stuff and the only way out is if he wiggles through the restraints on him. Yes that's metaphorical.

JSchlatt = Technoblade : Assists through uses of contracts and business deals. Like, hello, Tubbo's Honey smuggling business? He and Dream make an agreement, he supplies Dream and Tubbo with shit, and Dream does favors for Schlatt. Technoblade = Jschlatt : Anarchy lmfao. Was actually brought on by Wilbur in secret. Acted as a benefactor for Dream before turning around and causing chaos in the land Dream Tubbo and Tommy built. Blood for the blood god, only the strongest gets to the top kind of government. There's always fucking pitfights. Oops.

Philza = Callahan : Largely uninvolved in the events, mostly just there to supervise Wilbur, Tommy and Techno. Duh. Callahan = Philza : Has personal history with Dream, tries to convince him not to do the thing that could hurt everyone else. Minimally succeeds.

Alyssa = Niki : Ready to defend her home and her family. Niki = Alyssa : Neutral, but ready to back Wilbur up if need be.

Sapnap = Bad : Arsonist, goes around and burns shit whenever he wants to. His base is a Nether inspired fortress. Also, he has to deal with a Nether problem in reference to the Red Vine problem from the original SMP. Hotlands? LMFAO Bad = Sapnap : Helps when asked. Started out on Wilbur's side, as a favor, but slowly shifts neutral due to the conflict between factions.

Karl = Skeppy : Gets held hostage? That's what preoccupies Sapnap's time. He suddenly disappeears or gets trapped in a cell. Skeppy = Karl : Runs around doing supply runs. Gets his friends into various stints to try and settle the conflict through friendly rivalry and competition. It doesn't always work.

George = Ranboo : Unlike original Ranboo, George is highly unsympathetic and needs concrete fucking facts before he acts, and that kind of backfires on him in the end. As a favor to Dream (how many favors is Dream involved in honestly) he runs messages back and forth from Tubbo to Tommy. Ranboo = George : Largely uninvolved in the conflict, like Niki, but unlike OG George, is not absent. He's just there to assist. One of the most innocent and purest people on the SMP, knows when to keep his head down. When his house burns down, he doesn't really believe its Tubbo who did it -- he knows the kid has been framed because he'd been WITH him at the time, but Wilbur pressures him to admit it.

Quackity = Punz : Wilbur's loyal paid henchman. Quackity will cause shit for the appropriate price, he's not exceptionally picky. That stunt he did as Mexican Dream was great and everyone in L'Manberg loved it. Punz = Quackity : One of the best fighters under Techno. Has more morals, but keeps them secretly. Very good at hiding his true intentions/feelings.

(sorry about the other characters not being on here, i dont know them enough to make swaps, or dont know who they'd make a good swap with. Swap who you wanna swap though! i'd like to hear your take on this matter! HEADCANONS ACCEPTED TOO AT THIS POINT EVERYTHING HERE IS FROM WHAT I REMEMBER AND MY HEADCANONS)

PLOT

-Wilbur starts the SMP with Niki, slowly invites others like Ranboo, Tommy, and Tubbo.

-Tubbo expresses a desire to Fuck Shit Up and Tommy says they can get Dream, he's an expert at getting away.

-Dream is extremely protective of them both. Tubbo more than Tommy but that's fine because Tommy is largely independent.

-Tubbo gets in the weirdest shit but Tommy can roll with the punches really quickly.

-Wilbur gets tired of their crap and burns down Tubbo's establishment. It's like the Disc Wars except it's the Great Honey War. Bee War? Basically he's tired of Tubbo hogging all the Honey related expenditures.

-Dream gets the idea to make a honey smuggling empire, as a joke, but Tubbo is Big Crime and he's going with it. Tommy just wants chaos, and he was getting bored tbh.

-Eventually the Honey thing turns into Resource management, so Tubbo Dream and Tommy have a hold on all major supplies

-Shit happens and Dream, Tubbo, Tommy, Eret, Sam, Fundy and Alyssa establish an independent nation. Dunno what to call it bc the server is called the L'manberg SMP so....

-The fight for indepencence still happens. Instead of 'Green boy' Wilbur is named 'E-boy'. Dream still says "WE HAVE NO MERCY FOR YOU" when Wil calls for a ceasefire negotiation, but Wilbur does threaten the nation saying  "If there is no white flag by tomorrow, then you can kiss your sorry little arses good bye. That's my final warning."

-Turns out Fundy's been secretly funneling information to Wilbur in exchange for the safety of his friends, and also because Wilbur's his dad....uhm. Also! He and Dream are circling each other and others are like "OH MY GOD YOU GUYS ARE DEAD RINGERS FOR QUEERPLATONIC MATES JUST MARRY ALREADY" bc I like FundyWasTaken but others might not and its okay, we'll label it as platonic, but can be read otherwise depending on your tastes. But for this, it's very close platonic.

-Wilbur goads Tommy into a fight, as brothers do, but Tubbo steps in and Wilbur fucking jumps at the chance.

-This is the start of Dream's descent into madness. No one fucking threatens or pulls one of his friends like that. Denied. It's still subtle though, so he's okay for now.

-Tubbo and Wilbur face off. When Tubbo pulls back bc he genuinely doesn't want to hurt anyone, Wilbur takes the chance and beats him.

-Tubbo, however, makes a deal. Let their nation stand on its own, and he'll give up the Resource Empire he started. Wilbur accepts, with the condition that they unify their alliance with a...marriage? So basically, political marriage between Wilbur's heir, Fundy, and Dream, the leader of the revolution.

-YEAH I WENT THERE THIS IS VALID

-They're strained at first, but Dream and Fundy slowly mend their relationship post-betrayal.

-Fast forward a few months later. The Nation doesn't really have a leader, as per the agreement, but it does have a representative. All decisions are made via majority votes, and that decision is voiced by the rep and sub-rep, Dream and Tubbo respectively. Tommy's just there to have a good time and causes chaos as per usual.

-Enter Technoblade. He's been called in by Wilbur to...ah. Dismantle a little...nation. Sounds right up his alley. But he asks Wilbur to wait and see what happens.

-Tommy and Dream get the idea to hold a tournament to celebrate their independence, an all out brawl for everyone to kick back and relieve stress. There. That's where Techno comes in.

-He gets Punz to join him after like, being paid (ofc) and they fucking dominate the tournament. Dream's about to congratulate them but Techno turns the fuck around and declares his right to rule the nation. If anyone wants to fight him for the title, they're welcome to try.

-Dream loses another life to Techno trying and failing to fight it. He and a few others lost their first life sometime elsewhere? I guess? Probably by being blown up by Wilbur, idk.

-Tubbo and Dream are chased out by people who reluctantly follow Techno's orders, and Tommy, torn between his friends and his brothers, stays behind. Oh jeezus.

-Since Techno is a fighting GOD, no one's able to usurp him to make things turn back to normal. But Dream is smart, and knows Wilbur's 100% behind this. Fundy kind of knew but didn't do shit about it, which is why Dream rejects Fundy's offer of sanctuary. He can't be sure his husband will stay on his side, after all. It's nothing personal.

-Dream and Tubbo hide away somewhere, probably not a ravine but?? A mountain or something? They manage to get Sam away enough to ask him to build a super cool Redstone contraption thing that opens for them. ooooo.

-I'm not good at names but for the sake of jokes I'm gonna call their land the 'Bee's Knees' bc at some point Tubbo finds a fuckton of Hives hanging from Trees. Bee Mountain if Dream's feeling especially salty.

-SPEAKING OF DREAM. his insanity is on course now, it's slowly eating away at him and in fear of hurting Tubbo he's slowly distancing himself away. Tubbo's like what's wrong but Dream can't answer -- he doesn't know what's wrong with himself either.

-Tubbo and Dream need to go back and confront Techno, but they can't wait for long else Techno's going to obliterate everyone and their extra lives. They call Schlatt in.

-Schlatt's a pure business man and draws up a contract. He'll aid them in terms of supplies, but most of the revolution is on them. They agree.

-Tommy is actually really fucking good at lying and skirting around what he reveals to Dream and tubbo as a spy that Techno would have believed him if he didnt' know his brother. and Wilbur's warnings, of course. That results in Techno just being fucking done with Tommy's bullshit and plans his execution in another tournament? I guess?

-It doesn't go like the festival. First of all, Schlatt can't fight for shit, so why would Techno call him up the stage? No, Schlatt fights dirty. techno doesn't set much rules so theres no rule against poisoning Tommy quick and easy before the fight. Tommy loses another life and is on his last. Tubbo is spitting mad, but Schlatt points out that nothing in the contract covered this, so he's free to do as necessary. Tubbo is stopped by Dream who, at this point, is just overtaken by the need to one-up Techno.

-Also, Wilbur's been slowly persuading Dream to just. Let go. Let the monster inside of him free, he 'deserves it'. By the end of it all, Dream does. He snaps and lets loose the monster crying for blood inside him.

-Callahan is left to convince his old friend not to do it. In a moment of clarity, Dream stares on in horror of what he'd done. In his rage he managed to deplete ALL of Techno's lives (not really but shhhh), cause massive bloodshed, and terrified everyone in the process. He asks Callahan to kill him. Callahan does.

-Yes we'll get to Ghost Dream eventually.

-Anyway, Schlatt still does the Wither plan, because, uh, Drunken Rage. He was so stressed out from the ensuing conflict that he's like "LETS JUST FINISH THE REST OF YOU. THERE WILL BE NO CONFLICT IF YOU ARENT THERE TO FIGHT."

-and then he uses the line from the Lego movie on Tubbo like "Oh, Tubbster. It's nothing personal. It's just Business(tm)".

-Schlatt still dies of stroke. He does come back as a ghost though, that's one main difference.

-After everything's said and done, and the dust has settled, everyone decides to disband the nation, and just live their lives. like, they're done, wilbur, they get your point, jfc, let them rest.

-but uhhhh someone frames tubbo for setting fire to ranboo's (the server sweetheart) house. wilbur immediately decides to exile tubbo in 'anger'. acutally, he wants tommy and tubbo separated.

-tommy's not standing for it though, he fucking fights his way until wilbur threatens him and tubbo's like YES FINE OKAY I'LL AGREE TO BEING EXILED STOP THREATENING YOUR BROTHER

-tubbo's exile arc is not as sad as tommy's, but rather very tense because wilbur keeps riling tubbo up and taunting him. he still keeps contact with tommy though because they arent going to be separated just like that. no way. tubbo just gets a little more mad and gets short tempered like a lot.

-ranboo's not even that mad about it, he knows tubbo would never burn his house, there was a conspiracy on board and even if there wasn't he's like "arent yall overreacting its just a house, didnt you all do this like before the first war even began, what even (also, ranboo was WITH tubbo at the time of his house allegedly being set on fire. Not that he'll admit to it, because he and tubbo made that agreement long before)

-eventually he finds out that wilbur just wanted to pin the blame on tubbo to make him leave, and ranboo's like "IM DONE WITH YOUR CRAP WILLBUR STOP HURTING THE PEOPLE I CARE ABOUT" and leaves

-with the nation gone, people started to solidify their groups. sapnap and karl deal with their own thing, quackity still runs errands for wilbur, george is the main person ferrying messages from tubbo to tommy back and forth, etc.

-there's a funeral for dream, ofc, fundy arranged it. all of dream's shit was hidden because fundy doesnt want wilbur to get it.

-niki's still there managing her bakeshop but doubles as an informant for wilbur because she's well liked within the server

-ghost dream is present and he's a chaotic troll who mostly hangs around tommy. he's really hyper active and is always on the move, you can never catch him sitting still for like, 5 minutes

THAT"S ALL I HAVE FOR MY SMP SWAP AU PLEASE BE GENTLE I DONT HAVE TIME TO GET ALL THE FACTS STRAIGHT FROM THE OG SMP qwq

[swimfuel]

okay humanstuck thoughts under the cut

i owe a lot of this to @/rhythmic-idealist's kankri/vantasposting bc holy shit theyve got such a big brain (ill link to their individual posts when im on desktop since im using this to keep all my thoughts straight and i agree with most of what they say wholeheartedly)

general status quo stuff:

signless works in an extremely demanding career involving helping others (i'm leaning towards an attorney who works with organizations and does pro bono work), and is also extensively involved in social justice work outside of his job... he is very rarely home

he loves and cares for his children deeply and tries to express it whenever they're face to face, but the couch in his cramped and messy office has seen far too much use over the years for him to have been able to say it enough

his habits of working himself to the point of exhaustion are handily passed down to his kids btw

the kids had to grow up quickly because signless was out of the house so often and so consistently—kankri, who was already pretty high-strung, has to learn to take care of himself and karkat

they grow up near ms firuzeh maryam, who's their pseudoaunt/grandma (she took in a nine year old kavana vantas when she was about twenty), but they just call her ms rosa

they spent a lot of time in the maryam house growing up, with miss rosa's two nieces. porrim is a year older than kankri, while kanaya and karkat are the same age

kankri grows kinda sensitive to people trying to mother him since it rubs against the notion that he's the "adult of the house" and that he can take care of himself and karkat just fine

(and it also kinda underlines the fact that kankri has no idea what he's doing at the best of times)

and ironically enough, kankri becomes overbearing and naggy towards karkat in his own right, which forestalls them becoming close in any brotherly sort of way

they grow up really just... unable to communicate with one another clearly

karkat develops his ornery exterior in response to kankri's constant stream of opinions and frantic attempts at making up for the presence of a guardian in the house

i think there would actually be some really interesting parallels with rose in this au.. maybe i'm drawing from my own experiences as well but i think he'd begin to assume that every time his brother opens his mouth, he's going to criticize karkat

but instead of reacting like rose with the "making yourself more of a puzzle"/passive aggressive stuff, he gets a more defensive/hackles raised/"argue with you before you can argue with me" approach

and the thing is that they do love each other and would take a bullet for the other etc etc etc.. but they don't know how to express it because they've fallen into these shitty patterns

and it really doesn't help that kankri has grown somewhat resentful of signless over the years... that mix of resentment and fear and love gets more extreme and more polar every time signless gets injured during a political demonstration

i think kankri and signless would also be slightly closer than karkat and signless, as signless' job really only started to ramp up when karkat was less than years old and kankri was in his early double digits

kankri autistic btw its word of god (i am god)

karkat has a pet crab. its name is also karkat. he vents his frustrations to it.

i feel like the vantases exemplify both the best and worst parts of their aspects with one another as well... the strength of their bonds keeps them together and grounded, but TOO grounded. [insert Blood rant here]

the Blood rant:

i define Blood as bonds, responsibility, and the "core". if Life is the fertile soil and everything living on a planet's surface, then Blood is the gravitational core of the planet keeping everything together

i also think Blood, Heart, & Mind work in tandem to define a person just as blood serves to connect the pieces of the human body... Heart is the soul and the self, Mind is the application of one's self through active choices (agency), while Blood defines both the self and the choices one makes in greater detail [and, as an aside, Life provides the physical spark of life needed to keep the heart pumping blood]

OKAY wow that got tangential anyways

SO BASICALLY! too much Blood makes you stagnate, so for example:

kankri is split between staying home with karkat or going to college across the country and being truly unbound for the first time in years

another crisis of Blood: signless is caught between his empathy and responsibility to the whole world and his responsibility to his own children

okay so here's more status quo stuff:

the maryam and vantas kids grow up together and its hilarious because you'll see them all together and its just like (girlboss) (girlboss) (physical manlet) (emotional manlet)

the maryam girls are actually miss rosa's nieces but she took them in when they were both pretty young

the pyropes know the vantases well enough considering pyrope senior and sign have known one another from their respective legal practices for years, but they live on the other side of town

the leijons lived in town when kankri and meulin were very young, but they moved and travelled for a long time before coming back and reestablishing their roots

the captors (psii being one of sign's oldest and closest friends) move into town with the peixes family pretty early on though

the condesce is.. a horrible spouse and guardian, to put it plainly. she's very emotionally manipulative and isn't averse to smacking people around, including her own family. she moves herself and her perfect little family into town so she can properly oversee a new business venture close by

feferi is one of the best young swimmers in the country and has a pretty good shot of getting onto the olympic team.. a lot of this drive to be perfect and to be better results from the condesce's unrelenting pressure and thinly veiled resentment throughout her whole life

so yeah psii, )(ic, feferi, and sollux all live together and it's really not great for anyone involved. (meenah ran away years ago, and crashed on aranea's couch for a pretty long while—mituna moved out with latula for college before psii and the condesce got married)

it gets bad to the point of sollux staying with the maryams for two months while the adults try to sort out that absolute clusterfuck and get the divorce proceedings going (meenah finally convinces feferi to get out and come stay with her and aranea for the duration as well)

in terms of relationships i think latula and porrim were really really close in high school, and probably had some kind of unacknowledged thing going on for a while that never actually turned into anything because latula and mituna were going steady

kankri has had a crush on latula for years but never acted on it for similar reasons

meenah still carries a lot of that give no fucks attitude (it's developed moreso as a defense mechanism here) and can't understand why feferi refuses to leave the condesce with her

okay back to VANTAS MANPAIN i also think that karkat feels the weight of a lot of expectations on his shoulders as well

he feels responsible to live up to the example his dad and his brother set, even if it's to his own detriment—and kankri's oblivious rambling about his grades and his teachers and all his clubs certainly aren't helping the matter

kankri is one of those overinvolved kids taking a million AP's while simultaneously shitting on the collegeboard at every single step

hes this super overachiever anal retentive perfectionist type dude and (just as karkat preemptively criticizes others to forestall their criticisms of him only to harshly criticize himself) kankri subconsciously holds the people around him to the same expectations he holds for himself

so karkat also develops this sense of lacking which, in combination with everything else, culminates in self loathing and thinking he has to solve everyone else's problems and getting horribly mad at himself for every little mistake

GOD i have a lot more but lemme post this before i accidentally close out of the app and lose it all

more little details:

vriska's mom and terezi's mom HATE each other like HATE HATE HATE one another it's so bad

karkat wrote a ten page review of my immortal in middle school

jade is one of nepeta's best online friends

sollux can't raise one eyebrow at a time.. karkat gives him so much grief about it

the vantases eat a lot of shitty renditions of persian dishes until karkat learns to cook because literally the only person in the world with a CHANCE of getting KANKRI VANTAS to make an EDIBLE DISH is miss rosa

kanaya is really good at persian dance too but is VERY VERY embarassed to perform in front of people.. however porrim definitely is not

karkat has insomnia while kankri just stays up stupidly late for assignments that really shouldnt be taken that seriously.. but they both have the same rumination/sleep anxiety thing where your brain goes insane with horrible and depressing scenarios as you try to sleep

and more ideas that i thought were interesting but idk how to fit in the context of this au:

signless and disciple getting married pretty late in life after having been in love for years, the vantases move in with the leijons and karkat suddenly has two sisters

nepeta and karkat are both juniors at this point, meulin is probably in her third year at a local college nearby while kankri is about to start his second year at a university pretty far away

the kids in general honestly but ill figure it out

more random hcs this time with kids:

kanaya and rose get into a flame war online that gradually settles into elaborate courtship rituals

also nepeta + jade online besties

also bec can inexplicably still teleport

the first sbahj movie comes out and the next six months of dave strider junior's high school career are absolute hell

actually hc that dave senior goes by d strider professionally. the d stands for a lot of things

aradia and dave frequent a lot of the same forums but never end up really interacting

meanwhile karkat and john frequent a lot of the same forums and DEFINITELY end up interacting. this turns into grudging (at least on karkat's part) friendship after they find themselves fighting for their lives defending an objectively shitty movie together on the same thread

[nosebleedclub]

The Dark Suburb

((Posting again because the original post on June 11th, 2017 6:09pm is no longer available due to me deleting and re-making this blog.))

This is a compilation post of Nosebleed Club prompts from 2015-16 revolving around the concept of “the dark suburb.” 

Family Melodrama

something is wearing your mother

oh god his intestines strung up on the christmas tree

your dog’s body all over the house

banging on cellar doors

a creaking sound in your dead sister’s bedroom

warriors with spears and shields painted on the dining room ceiling of a violent family’s mansion

a woman in an expensive coat and an expensive car headed to her nephew’s funeral

coming home to a completely alien mother

getting a doberman on christmas morning that won’t let you leave the house

the reason your parents fled the city to live in the suburbs

summers in palermo where your father was looking for something

mother’s breakdown in the supermarket

the supernatural car you and your twin got for your 16th birthday

parents strangely and deeply interested in the boyfriend you brought home

a mom urging her son to quit basketball; she senses something is not right

all the holes - dozens of them - your mother dug in your backyard

grandparents hiding the reason your parents are away during your winter holiday break

your best friend doesn’t want to go to your house anymore

grandpa’s ghost followed us into the new house

dad hates her bc she killed her twin in the womb and then her mother

Do I Love You?

your boyfriend’s basketball shorts, his boy-aroma, his ghost between your legs when you watch the video of his last game

girls kissing in a gas station convenience store and a third recording them on snapchat

the boy you like drawing flowers on your ap biology practice test when you switch tests with him to grade

walking across a supermarket parking lot by yourself thinking of a boy you love

red mouth

girlfriend scrubbing the blood off her arms in the bathtub

in a tiny white house in florida, sitting on a beer-can-covered counter, legs spread apart, a boy between them

in a drug-induced haze i left home for his semi truck

he never fucked me without his ski mask on

a girl and a girl and claw marks on the door“don’t ever take me back”

The Occult

the incantation that annihilated a whole suburb

a body that drags other bodies into an oven

the witches gathering in the red lake

inhuman sacrifice

dogs gathered at the edge of town refusing to cross the boundary to the outside

a 10 year old girl with memories of a serial killing spree that occurred when her parents were children

white shirts hanging on branches all over the woods

the town of three-eyed children

arrows raining down on a soccer field

feeding time

mysterious scratch marks on your back

a fairy ring in the field where your sister disappeared

Crimes

just throw it in the back

snap!

we found the body but not the head

clearing in the forest where police found a blessed severed head

jar of baby teeth as evidence

children dressed as angels at the crime scene

seeing a face you thought you buried ten years ago at the supermarket

half a fraternity frozen under a lake

fbi agents rolling into a tiny town in appalachia

a severed arm among the hydrangeas

young men howling on the bridge one year after the murder

police cars prowling through your neighborhood, one after another - watching this from your bedroom window

Teen Dream

getting whipped by a towel in the locker room

best friend making the varsity tennis team

taking a shot of vodka in the bathroom after second period

boy gets a boner during gym class

“i’ll be like helicase i’ll unzip them genes (jeans)”

drunkenly reciting the quadratic equation

fear-mongering homecoming queen

track star died in a car accident

dead bodies photography club

“sorry i fucked up here’s some ice cream” “i’m lactose intolerant you douche”

article about demonic possession in the school newspaper

last pool party before summer ends & her hand on your thigh in your dad’s sports car

the first day back from summer vacation & someone in your friend group brings the whole #squad starbucks

a bonfire, lana del rey & drake blasting, the moon

weekend road trips to the ocean

walking around on the track alone, contemplating some philosophical concept you read about on tumblr the night before

coming out to someone completely random - a junior varsity basketball player

the last homecoming dance

lying on the track at your high school after sunset

getting picked up really early in the morning to go on a spontaneous weekend road trip

the sunday after the homecoming dance where you’re kinda tired kinda still energetic from the night before

inside a fast food restaurant drinking milkshakes eating fries until it closes

chill basement party where there’s white balloons gold confetti / glitter two girls who love each other kissing

sitting in the backseat your parents occupying the front of the car you look out the window you see the rural countryside crawl by

pool pizza party at night simple pleasures like that

on the bleachers during a powderpuff football game

sweating so much you might as well have been swimming it would be embarrassing but all the other boys are sweaty too

lost in the suburbs at like 5am and the world is still pale blue

lost in the city at 5pm the sun sinks its head behind skyscrapers

fights on the lawn of an all boys private school

applying makeup the morning after a breakup

huge friend group made up of oracles + boys’ swim team + legendary heroes + valedictorian

aesthetic blogging on a sunday afternoon just chillin in your bedroom

feeling like you could be something big if you work hard enough at it

getting psychoanalyzed by your teachers and parents and extended family

school bathroom pale blue tiles

a dream with damien hirst-esque elements

sleepover at your friend’s villa and you’re the only one awake

looking out at a black sea from your dead cousin’s bedroom window, seeing a light in the distance

funeral mass

chill that runs down your friends’ spines when you enter the classroom the morning after they tried to kill you

the sickness that spreads through the high school

sometimes i was a body in a dump sometimes i was a saint

he said he’d snapchat my burning body to all his friends

my body was evidence she was trying to get rid of

poison disguised as an eighteen year old

a world war between us

$$$

first: “super rich kids” by frank ocean

fast cars flecked with blood

girls who know you won’t be prosecuted if you’re young and rich and pretty enough

snapchat of a boy with red eyes and a glass of dom perignon with the text IS MY LIFE FUCKING REAL

snapchat of a girl’s dad’s black amex with the words MONEY CAN’T BUY HAPPINESS BUT IT GETS CLOSE

taking your middle-class friends out to nice restaurants but knowing they’re with you mainly for the money

“dude i know you’re only a year older than me but sometimes i think of you as my sugar daddy”

traveling to punta del este to find yourself but losing yourself instead

identifying heavily with the versace logo

an imperial bedroom and all one feels is the weight of all that empty space

“even my funeral has to be luxurious”

Hometown Visions

three dead owls on the side of the road

trees bare, houses barren

lanterns lit up on the dirt road at night

moths in a forgotten shed

a dusty old attic filled with dead rats and flies

seeing half your face in a splintered mirror. washing machine making dangerous sounds

midwest: watching a tornado funnel form from a window that won’t shut all the way

grass in the yard growing tall

girls carrying stray cats home

a cellar door swinging open and a man you never wanted to see ever again stepping through it, into the light

snake skins and insect carapaces organized on a torn mattress

a lovely place god abandoned

bat-filled house at the end of the street

a girl crawling out of a burning car

birds in jars

Hide & Seek

not being able to find anyone in a dark forest because they actually left you and it was just a cruel prank

person seeking you is something much worse than what you thought they were

being trapped in your hiding space & no one can find you no matter how loud you call for help

hiding in your friend’s house and finding evidence of a vile crime their parents committed

finding half of your friend

[funkyrabbit]

i am losing my MIND over arthur’s first day

i fucking loved this special, i’d give it a 9/10 only because the character models and animation suck as usual, but other than that i was really impressed. samir is great, and alex finally has more depth after 20+ years!

the rest is tl;dr bc it’s just me going absolutely feral as i watched the episode but i’m posting it anyway

*spoilers*

- dw said she’s five, so arthur is nine? they’re all officially a year older? will they still be a year older in all future episodes?? i have so many questions 

- dw making arthur into her packmule and making him carry her shit, lol love it

- buster wishing dw gl on her first day of kindergarten was wholesome af whY IS THIS BOY SO SWEET

- ARTHUR STILL HAS HIS LUCKY PENCIL?? OMG

- YAMLET IS ALIVE ??? he was turned into french fries at the end of “prunella the packrat” what is this 😂😂 buster has more than one yamlet...

- buster and his rock shaped like iowa

- buster’s lucky hat from “friday the 13th”!

- ”anyway you two should probably be split up. you’re a bad influence on each other” DW YOU DID NOT JUST TELL THEM TO BREAK UP

THEIR FACES

- francine and muffy riding to school in muffy’s limo eating quiches was the most sapphic thing that’s happened in recent eps and i’m Loving it

- binky getting mr. ratburn for the third time in a row 😂

- i still have no idea how mrs. grimslid went from pe coach to teaching fourth grade??

- ARTHUR AND BUSTER ARE IN SEPARATE CLASSES ???? WHAT?? 😭 NOOOOO

- “I guess I should’ve brought my lucky pencil” oh NOOO 😭

- buster clinging to his horseshoe in fear as he walks in the opposite direction of mr. ratburn’s class...aww...

- OK UHHH I DO NOT LIKE MRS. GRIMSLID SHE’S MAKING BUSTER SO UNCOMFORTABLE LIKE GO BACK TO THE GYM AND LET BUSTER BE W/ ARTHUR IN MR. RATBURN’S CLASS 😭 SHE MADE HIM TAKE OFF HIS HAT!

- kevin is chill. i like kevin

- samir is adorable!! i love his card tricks aaaa

- this girl who speaks italian tryna flex 😂😂 i can’t

- they put “dora” on dw’s name tag rip

- dw’s teacher is so cute,, they have the same name,,

- A;LEX IS SPEAKGFIN???

- ALEX HASN’T SPOKEN IN LIKE 23 SEASONS. THIS IS HUGE.

- “i love the drawings. they’re so detailed” i love how alex’s comic has better art than this animation 😂 seriously oasis??

- jenna and brain staring at alex and arthur as they talk abt the comic: 👁👄👁

- “you and i have been in the same class for years, but we’ve never really had a conversation” breaking the fourth wall lol

- i know it’s a terrible recolor but i like mr. ratburn’s new suit!! the color of the tie looks a little out of place but other than that it’s v nice!!

- pls someone save francine from getting tortured by tommy tibble that is a fate worse than death

- I CAN’T?? REMEMBER ANOTHER TIME WHERE WE SAW BOTH OF MOLLY’S EYES THIS CLEARLY?? this episode is making history

- MUFFY PAN AND TINKER BAILEY ARE GIVING ME LIFE

- “learning directions is very grown up, i just use an app” relatable

- IM SOBBING ARTHUR’S HAVING AN IMAGINE SPOT WHERE HE CREATES A PORTAL INTO ANOTHER DIMENSION W BUSTER -

- THEY’RE HOLDIGN HANDS AHHHHHHHHH

- THEY’RE TRYING TO HOLD ON TO EAHC OTHERS’ HANDS BUT THEY CAN’T OH NOOOOO

- arthur got separated from buster and he’s holding onto his lucky horseshoe 😭 

- 86 year old arthur is married to 86 year old buster and is just pulling 9 year old arthur’s leg about not knowing him. fight me

- ”I don’t want any other best friends. i want buster!” okay but this isn’t the first time this has happened. arthur has these anxiety-induced imagine spots whenever he has the slightest idea he might lose buster as his best friend and vice versa. these boys care about each other so much 😭

- the tough customers creating “project icebreaker” was so wholesome i rly love how in the newer seasons the writers gave the tough customers way more depth, they’re not really bullies anymore but i kinda like that

- emily and muffy bonding at the end was actually p wholesome...i wonder why the writers really didn’t have them interact before. it really does seem like they’d get along.

- alright i’m dying to know if they’ll still be in third grade in the next episode 😂

[i-like-plan-m]

I love all your writing. You have a gorgeous way with words and a very well-thought-out approach to AUs. That being said, my favourite of your works has to be the "WWX is raised by another Sect." If you wanted to write something about WWX being raised by Baoshen Sanren, I would be all over it. ♡

Plus a similar prompt from @sabeanybabe! 

I know you explore the bloodline of Sanren a lot, but I would like to see more fics where everyone gets super freaked about wwx bc of this. Maybe in this world he grows up on the immortal mountain, and leaves briefly (I like fics where he can go back to the mountain bc hes family, esp. bc he might not have the Jiangs). I'd love to see the reactions of when comes to the classes w/o invitation bc his grandma, the immortal, sent him. wwx disrupts CR in a different and new way

Posted to Ao3: wander the edges of light

“Stand up straight,” Lan Qiren hissed at a fidgeting disciple. Lan Wangji did not turn around, busy watching the path with Lan Xichen at his side and half the sect gathered somewhat restlessly behind them. 

Not even the famous Lan composure could withstand a meeting with the legendary Baoshan Sanren, it seemed.

His could, he thought with some disdain. And xiongzhang was as poised as ever. But curiosity was contagious, and their disciples were on edge from the sudden dissipation of their wards and the ensuing announcement that Baoshan Sanren would be visiting to assist them with repairs. 

Without warning, Lan Yi had fallen into a frozen sleep in the Cold Pond Cave that few knew existed. Her strength had been the only thing keeping a certain dangerous item hidden, and their defensive wards had faltered without her for some unknown reason. 

The Cloud Recesses was left vulnerable with war looming on the horizon-- without their wards, they were open to attack, and they had few options that would let them repair the wards and still be prepared to fight. 

Instead of risking the sect further, Lan Qiren had sent a messenger to the foot of Baoshan Sanren’s mountain. A stroke of luck had one of her disciples notice the courier and agree to carry it to their master. The response was swift and brief: Baoshan Sanren would come to the Cloud Recesses for her former friend, and to protect their sect until Lan Yi was well again.

If she woke again. Lan Wangji had his doubts; he’d seen his ancestor’s place of rest, a stasis of some sort that kept her suspended in unconsciousness. 

A sudden warm wind ruffled the trees and sent a shower of leaves raining down on the path, concealing the bend just outside of the gates where the sect disciples waited. They spun in a loose whirlwind made up of a myriad of reds and oranges and yellows that marked the change of season.

The breeze died down, releasing the leaves with a sigh so they spread into a carpet of color along the wide dirt trail. And in their place a soft golden light glowed as though the sun itself had risen in the curve of the path, ascending solely to deliver the woman who stepped out of the light. 

Two tall, slender shadows flanked her, gliding serenely out of the light as though it were perfectly normal for nature to bend itself to their master. Lan Wangji focused on Baoshan Sanren but studied her companions-- disciples, perhaps?-- out of the corner of his eye. 

The man on the left wore white robes and a lovely, glittering sword on his back. He was very handsome, Lan Wangji thought uncomfortably, and turned his attention instead to the other disciple, who wore all black with little flares of red at his waist, his hair. 

A dizi was shoved haphazardly in his belt and his sword gripped loosely in one hand. Lan Wangji let his gaze travel from the disciple’s waist to his shoulder and finally his face, and felt his stomach drop to his feet. 

This disciple-- this boy-- was as beautiful as the other, only this one was grinning widely at him as their respective master and sect leader exchanged greetings. 

“--two of my disciples,” Baoshan Sanren was saying, and Lan Wangji tore his eyes away from the boy and tuned back into the conversation before he missed something important. “Xiao Xingchen and Wei Wuxian.” 

Wei Wuxian bounced in place on his toes, seemingly unable to hold still. He peered curiously around and Lan Zhan had to resist the urge to tell him not to touch when he leaned in to inspect the temporary wards they’d erected. 

“Shifu,” Wei Wuxian said after a moment. Baoshan Sanren paused her interrogation about Lan Yi’s unexpected collapse and turned to him, eyebrows raised in question. He gestured to their perfectly functional wards and made a face. His master only nodded once in response, like they’d exchanged a dozen words instead of one. 

Lan Wangji wanted to wipe the look off his face. His brother eyed him from the corner of his eye, probably the only one who noticed him bristling in reaction. It was enough to remind Lan Wangji to settle, to keep his composure even when this stupid, pretty boy whipped a small knife from his boot and started carving on their sect’s stone gate like a disrespectful heathen. 

His uncle remained silent, though he also scowled minutely at the faint scratching noises. 

“Wei Wuxian is especially talented with wards,” Xiao Xingchen said smoothly, stepping forward to draw their attention away from his sect brother. “He is adding to yours so that when we add our own power, it will ensure the Cloud Recesses is wholly protected until we can revive your ancestor.” 

“Lan Yi must have tied herself to the external wards somehow,” Baoshan Sanren said, peering over Wei Wuxian’s shoulder as he worked. She sighed. “She never did know when to quit.”

Lan Qiren frowned. “Why would she do such a thing? It took all of her power to contain the…” he paused, and turned to shoo his disciples up the hill. He waited until the last one was out of sight to continue. “The Iron.”

“My guess? It was either an accident, or something made her try to expand her protection past the cave. Speaking of which…” 

“We will take you,” Lan Xichen said with a smile, holding out his arm as if to help her up the steep hill. 

“Such a polite young man,” Baoshan Sanren said, patting him on the arm. ”A-Xian, pay attention, you could learn a thing or two from these Twin Jades.” 

“Hey!” 

Baoshan Sanren ignored him. “Zewu-Jun, is it? You are far too young and handsome to be stuck with an old woman.” She sent a sideways look at Xiao Xingchen, a wicked grin of amusement passing across her face almost too fast to track. “But perhaps my disciple would appreciate a tour?”

Xiao Xingchen, Lan Wangji noticed, flushed pink to the roots of his hair and said nothing until a bemused Lan Xichen turned to him instead. He hurriedly schooled his expression and gave a regal nod of agreement, allowing Lan Xichen to lead him into the Cloud Recesses. 

Wei Wuxian snickered under his breath, right up until his master added, “Lan Wangji, would you mind assisting my remaining disciple? He is somewhat of a trouble magnet.” 

“Shifu!” Wei Wuxian said indignantly. 

Lan Wangji very much minded, but he doubted there was a cultivator alive who could say no to Baoshan Sanren. “Of course, daozhang.” He saluted, careful not to let his resentment show. He didn’t want to be stuck with a troublemaking guest disciple with sparkling gray eyes and a teasing grin, but perhaps it was better that someone kept an eye on him. 

“Good boy.” Lan Wangji blinked, surprised at the warmth her praise brought. “Now, Lan Qiren, why don’t you take me to my old friend? It’s time we had another talk about her reckless behavior.” 

Lan Wangji frowned after them. 

“Don’t take her seriously,” Wei Wuxian said without looking up, the tip of his tongue peeking out of the corner of his mouth as he worked diligently on the wards. “She and Lan Yi were like… together all those years back. Or almost together; none of us can get a straight answer out of her, no matter how much we hound her about it.” 

Now Lan Wangji frowned down at him. “You should not annoy your Master.” 

“Why not?” Wei Wuxian chirped. “It’s fun.” 

“Fun,” Lan Wangji repeated, appalled. 

“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian agreed. “Sometimes she just threatens to toss us off the top of the mountain, but occasionally we can badger her into sharing a story or two.” 

Lan Wangji had no idea what to say to that. He settled for vaguely disapproving silence to cover up his complete bafflement. Baoshan Sanren was nothing like he’d expected, her disciples even less so. 

“There,” Wei Wuxian said, satisfied, and stood gracefully. Lan Wangji felt the sudden hum of increased spiritual energy from whatever changes he’d made. 

“Did you add your own power to the wards?” 

“Hm? Oh, no. Not yet. Shifu wants to determine whether we should focus our own power on defending the cave; otherwise we might be too spread thin, in case something were to happen.” Wei Wuxian twirled around to face him, head cocked with curious eyes. “Do you think something will happen?”

Lan Wangji paused. He knew, obviously, that Baoshan Sanren and her disciples were secluded on their mountain. They were removed from mortal, earthly affairs, so of course they didn’t know of Wen Ruohan’s bloodstained rise to power. 

And yet it still took him by surprise that they weren’t aware of the monster in the west, the armies he was amassing or the awful tension of waiting for the storm to break. But they had nothing to fear. Nothing to lose. Wen Ruohan couldn’t touch them, couldn’t break them the way he could the other great sects. 

“Yes,” Lan Wangji admitted. He’d been included in enough discussions with his brother and uncle to know that war was only a matter of time. 

“I guess it’s a good thing we came, then!” Wei Wuxian said cheerfully. “Hey, do you have any of that Emperor’s Smile here? We passed it on the way up the mountain; I’m thirsty after all that work!” 

Lan Wangji frowned deeply at him and pointed to the wall of Lan Sect rules. Wei Wuxian’s eyes went wide at the sight of it. “Alcohol is forbidden in the Cloud Recesses.” 

“Aiya, what’s not forbidden in the Cloud Recesses?” He asked, hands on his hips as he leaned back to find the top of the wall, so playfully theatrical about it he nearly toppled over backwards. 

“Silence,” Lan Wangji said stiffly. “Thinking before you speak.” He gave Wei Wuxian a pointed look, and despaired when it only made him throw back his head and laugh. 

“Alright, alright. I’ll behave.” Lan Wangji doubted that very much. “Let’s go find the others before all these rules make me break out in hives.” Wei Wuxian shuddered dramatically and eyed the wall of rules like they were contagious. 

Lan Wangji could think of several that would improve Wei Wuxian’s personality. Most of them were the ones about silence and not touching things that did not belong to you. Such as other people.

He turned on his heel and started up the path with Wei Wuxian on his heels. Lan Wangji’s gaze caught on Do not lust after others, and he looked away quickly, pretending he couldn't feel the burning heat in his ears.

[the-cookie-of-doom]

You posted a while back about a vampire Mitch fic , stiles and Mitch were brothers and they ran away from their foster home? And Katrina was a vampire and she bit Mitch and stiles thought she killed him so he ran away....

Anyway, do they meet again? Maybe Mitch Is tracking down his brother using his CIA agent connections (would he still be in the CIA?) and the whole pack would be wary and would tell every pack member to be careful bc there is a very powerful vampire in town.

Now, imagine the whole pack facing Mitch, and all of them are about to throw hands when stiles just runs to Mitch's arms.

(and the pack would be like: what the fuck stiles? And then they'd see Mitch and stiles break down to tears while hugging each other tightly🥺🥺💔

My friend 🥺 thank you for asking, bc i love this AU, and I think it was a little bit of a flop for not being Stitch <3 But I do actually have this entire AU planned out!

This got really long, so I'm putting it under a cut lol.

Stiles is just a kid, he can only survive on the streets for so long without his brother taking care of him. He eventually turns himself into the police, even though it means he returns to the foster system; something he has bad history with. This time, though, Stiles gets adopted by John. He's wary at first, but john is kind and patient, and Stiles slowly heals. He comes out of his shell, changing from a mute shadow to someone brash and loud, everything he was afraid to become because drawing attention was never safe, before.

Stiles gets into trouble when he's older; he knows monsters are out there, has seen them with his own eyes, learns to recognize them. Something must be watching over him, though, because the monsters never get close enough to hurt him. Stiles never sees what's protecting him.

As you know, Mitch didn't actually die. the first chapter is written from Stiles' PoV, when he's a terrified kid, and it's a very emotional memory. He sees things as worse than they were.

Mitch was in no shape to follow after him, but after making sure he would be okay, Katrina did. But she had no way to track Stiles in a city that large when he didn't want to be found, and knew how to hide. Once Mitch recovers a day or two later he searches, too, going to all their old haunts, but they can't find Stiles anywhere. He's disappeared without a trace.

When Mitch is older, grown out of being an awkward teenager, Katrina turns him. And years later, he finally finds Stiles. He can barely recognize his little brother; Stiles is nothing like he remembers. Then again, Mitch has changed a lot, too. He doesn't know what he would say to Stiles, how he would explain, so he just... doesn't. Stiles has done alright without him, it's not his place to come in now and disrupt his life, after all these years. But he can keep an eye on Stiles from a distance, keep him safe.

Mitch also knows Stiles won't like it if he finds out he and Katrina are mates, now, because he thinks Katrina is a monster, and oh god, what she did to Mitch is so much worse than death. He would never trust Mitch again if he knew what he became.

The story itself takes place I believe 5 years after Mitch's "death". Making them 11 and 17 at the time, and 16 and 22 in the present. Cannon essentially happens the same way in the background, with Stiles being so ready to accept werewolves because he already knows vampires are real.

Stiles has largely recovered, and a built a normal life for himself. He's still got some issues because childhood trauma like his lasts, but he really is doing good. He loves his dad, he loves Scott and Melissa, he's safe for the first time in his life. He's living a normal life. He misses Mitch a lot, and he misses what little he remembers of his parents, but he's had time to accept the loss. He knows Mitch would want him to move on, so he tries to. But he never forgets.

Then one night, Mitch is just there, and Stiles doesn't know what to think. For years he believed Mitch was dead, murdered by a monster he made the mistake of trusting. Stiles has spent so long hating himself for leaving his brother behind like a coward, and how he's just here? Has been here, shadowing Stiles, and never said a thing? And then Stiles puts it together who's been protecting him, how Mitch could possibly hold his own against the supernatural, and Stiles realizes: Mitch isn't human anymore. He's horrified and afraid and takes of running, and Mitch lets him go because what else is he supposed to do?

Stiles needs time to process. Locks himself up in his room, all the blinds drawn and the house locked up tight, because he has no idea if Mitch is still stalking him or not. Wouldn't put it past him, that's what vampires do.

A few days later Stiles goes out late at night, sneaking away while everyone else is asleep. He knows he isn't alone; can feel eyes on him, just like always. Says, "I know you're there," because he's finally ready to talk. The first thing he asks is why Mitch waited so long to show himself. (And he probably didn't mean to do it, this time, but he was given no choice. The only way to save Stiles was to reveal himself.)

Stiles, in all of his self-loathing and guilt, thinks Mitch just didn't try to find him because he was relieves not to have to deal with him anymore. But that couldn't be farther from the truth, Mitch never stopped looking. He proves it by telling Stiles everything he knows about him now; how his crush on Lydia is fake as hell; how he stupidly likes to steal John's alcohol and drink in the woods in the middle of the night; how his obsession with flannel is because John found Stiles wandering the streets one night, shivering and cold, and wrapped him up in his flannel shirt. Took him home to get him warm and fed, and it was the first little spark of safe and family that Stiles had since Mitch died. No one but Scott knows that story, and Mitch must have overheard Stiles telling it when Scott asked.

Stiles is emotional because Mitch really has been watching out for him all this time, but he's also dealing with a lot of other things (guilt for running away, residual fear that Mitch is a monster, now, and what if it's all just an act), and his default is to brush everything off, so he just snarks that, "Okay, so you became the Twilight stereotype, good for you."

-

Another thing Stiles doesn't know is that Mitch actually met Katrina before that night. Several times, in fact. It's why Mitch, who was always so suspicious of everyone, was happy to go with her. he even knew she was a vampire, too, but didn't tell Stiles because he wanted him to get to know her first. He never got the chance because Stiles caught them in the act and ran.

Given his age at the time, Mitch couldn't go to the police, they would've taken him back into custody and he'd have lost any chance at tracking Stiles down. He and Katrina worked through other channels for months, trying to find word on what happened, until Mitch turned 18. Literally on his birthday, he went straight to the police, and that... didn't really pan out the way he'd hoped. They find out Stiles was placed with a family, but by the time they got there, Stiles was gone again.

Mitch came so close to finding Stiles so many times, but he was always a step behind. Maybe 2, 3 years into the search is when Katrina finally turns him, (probably after a near death experience, maybe Mitch goes poking around somewhere he doesn't belong.)

It's actually Katrina that finds Stiles. Mitch finds out where he is, but she runs into him by accident, and Stiles... doesn't react well when he realizes the woman in front of him is the monster that killed his brother. It's confirmed when she says his name, and Stiles loses. His. Shit.

Katrina doesn't want to hurt him, or scare him more than she already has, so she bolts. Stiles is shaken for the rest of the day, meanwhile Katrina is reporting everything back to Mitch they they've finally found him. Of course the first thing Mitch wants to do is see him, but before actually making contact with Stiles, he hesitates; if Stiles tried to attack Katrina, how is he going to react to Mitch? He decides he would rather keep his distance than lose Stiles like that.

Mitch checks up on Stiles' life; during their time in the system, they were separated from each other twice, and neither of those times ended well for Stiles. Mitch isn't going to risk Stiles being hurt again. But from what he can tell, John Stilinski is a good man. Stiles is doing well in school, has a handful of friends; he finally has the life Mitch wanted for him.

[johnconstantinesdick]

Elaborate on your Aizawa is a Shimura theory?

Okay okay before we begin I need to preface this by saying this is a fun au idea I came up with that turned into a crack theory after I realized how many things fit... weirdly well. The best image to have in your head right now is the conspiracy board meme.

That being said, let’s go.

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The first time I considered this was after seeing this heartbreaking art by @/trevowashere. After having my heart crushed, I went to my notes and jotted down something along the lines of “AU where Aizawa is Nana’s grandson instead of Shigaraki and AFO lives in fear of ever facing this man who can erase quirks and whose grandmother he killed” and that somehow morphed into me having a couple of fic scenes written out where Aizawa is Hana and Tenko’s older brother and so things don’t go completely to shit.

And then I started to think about it seriously, and I had to stop for a minute because Aizawa actually looks like he could be a part of that family. Nana, Hana, and Tenko are all shown to have dark hair, all of them presumably black because Nana’s is. Tenko has red eyes post-quirk (still not 100% sure if he has them pre-quirk bc if decay made his hair lose pigment it’s not a stretch to say it made his eyes lose pigment as well, and plenty of Albino people have red or pink eyes), and Aizawa has red eyes while is quirk is activated.

Aizawa also has black eyes when his quirk is dormant, and Nana has grey eyes—someone with more experience in genetics can tell me if these two things are related in any way, but my color-focused brain says they’re similar.

Consider, also, that we haven’t seen, like, anything on Aizawa’s family, (tune in at 7 pm est next week for my “Aizawa and Monoma are related to AFO” crack conspiracy theory rant) even in Vigilantes, where he’s still in school and it would totally make sense to see them. It seems like Horikoshi goes out of his way to not even mention them, in fact, leading many fans to speculate that Aizawa has a neglectful family at the least. Maybe this is for a reason? SHOW US AIZAWA’S FAMILY YOU COWARD.

Moving on, Aizawa’s hero costume is very similar in structure and color to Nana’s—this could be a deliberate parallel because they’re both teachers and okay wait fuck is this another death flag for Aizawa??? FUCK!!

...Okay I needed a minute to process that and I’m manically typing this right now so it’s not getting edited out, you’ll all just have to live with this knowledge. Anyway, costume similarities!! Y’all will have to deal with some costume talk because as a cosplayer I am physically incapable of not doing that.

Nana’s costume is fairly simple—a plain black bodysuit, a white cape held on with a gold chain, bright yellow gloves, a red belt-skirt-cape-thing held up by a gold buckle, and white boots.

Aizawa’s costume is also simple but in a lazier way. He wears a baggy black jumpsuit, his white-gray capture scarf, yellow goggles, a gray utility belt, and black boots. When he uses Erasure, his eyes glow red.

While Nana’s costume is brighter on the whole, both of them share the same basic color palette (mostly—Aizawa’s scarf is usually colored gray, but it does seem white in some artwork) and structure. Bodysuit=jumpsuit, cape=capture weapon, belt-cape-thing=utility belt, boots=boots, and all that’s left over is their respective bright yellow accessories (gloves and goggles). Nana’s costume is meant to emulate a more classic superhero, while Aizawa’s is meant to be more on the vigilante side, but they share many similar components.

I haven’t eaten yet and this is starting to get even MORE ridiculous oh my god.

Anyway. Uhh I’m going to just point out that many people have talked about the physical and quirk similarities of Eri and Aizawa AND ALSO of Eri and Shigaraki. Thinking along that line, Erasure and Decay aren’t actually that dissimilar. (And If you go by the theory that Tenko was actually Quirkless and AFO gave him Decay, then there’s no need to justify quirk similarities anyway.) I don’t believe we know at this point what Hana or any of the other Shimura family members had as a quirk, so I can’t draw any comparisons there.

And that brings us to the thing that made me go “Oh shit this is even more plausible” and that’s Nana’s quirk being revealed!! It allows her to levitate, with no indication that it’s telekinesis as far as I’ve heard (not caught up on the manga so do let me know if it’s been talked about more in depth).

This actually makes me pretty happy because I’ve seen people call Aizawa’s secondary quirk thing telekinesis, but that doesn’t sit quite right with me because it just seems to make his capture weapon and hair levitate with no indication that he can control their movement like he would be able to if it was actually telekinesis.

So if Aizawa is related to Nana in some way, that totally explains why his hair and capture scarf float when he activated erasure! Because he would have inherited that part of his quirk from her!

And that’s why I lost my shit internally when I heard what her quirk was, because that just adds to the pile of similarities these two have (I’m not even getting into some stuff about their teacher parallels because I’m hungry and I want to go eat now) and at this point it seems like Horikoshi is deliberately throwing in parallels as a narrative tool or he accidentally made it plausible that they’re related in some way. (I don’t think he’s actually intending for my conspiracy theory to be canon, because we already have so many “secretly related to” plotlines going on here that this would seem like overkill.)

If you’ve read to the end of this mess (I’m sorry) please join in on making seemingly-ridiculous theories that actually have some substance to them if you look a bit closer!! It’s very fun, 10/10 would recommend.

And now, as a closing statement, feel free to imagine the heartbreak if All Might had to look at Aizawa every day while struggling not to see his dead mentor. Thank you. I’m going to go consume food now.

[saltandburnsis]

wendigo, pt. 3

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam, Hailey, Ben, Roy, Tommy

Age: 20

Warnings: character death, dead body, (flare) gun use/mention.

Word Count: 2,446

Summary: The wendigo closes in and makes an attack. After going on a search for the creature, the Winchesters are separated. Sam, Ben, and Y/N have to work quickly to save Dean and Hailey and take down the creature once and for all.

A/N: check that out; got this one finished in 3 parts instead of 4! (i was originally aiming to have them all be 3, but the pilot had me thinking they’d all be super long lmao) now i’m going to go cry for about 6 years bc of jennamarbles’s latest video! as always, dialogue taken directly from the show is in italics.

~ ~ ~ ~

“Help me! Help!”

You, Sam, and Dean shot up and cautiously but quickly walked back to the campsite. Roy cocked his gun uselessly as the three of you approached. You aimed your flashlight into the woods, trying to catch a glimpse of the screaming creature.

“It’s trying to draw us out. Just stay cool. Stay put,” Dean directed.

“Inside the magic circle?” Roy mocked. You glared at him but were quickly vindicated when the wendigo’s growl seemed to send a shiver down his spine. “Okay. That’s no grizzly.”

Hailey took Ben’s hand and the two sat back on the log they’d been occupying earlier, comforting him as they did: “It’s okay. We’ll be alright. I promise.” The wendigo ran past the circle and she screamed. You jumped back, and Roy stepped closer, gun drawn.

“It’s here.” He took a shot at the brush, then turned and shot at another spot. The wendigo howled. “I hit it!” Roy jumped over the symbols and ran into the woods.

“Roy, no! Roy!” Dean called after him, trying to stop him. He looked back at Hailey and Ben. “Don’t move!” With that, he led you and Sam after Roy.

“It’s over here! It’s in the tree!” A voice called out. Suddenly, everything was silent. The two of you stopped and looked around, but Roy was gone.

~ ~ ~ ~

The woods were silent for the rest of the night. Sam found a spot against a tree stump to keep watch hours ago, and he’d yet to move. You and Dean were up at the campsite with Hailey and Ben, ensuring their safety.

“I don’t…I mean, these types of things aren’t supposed to be real,” Hailey said. Dean moved from his place beside one of the tents and sat beside her.

“I wish I could tell you different,” he sighed.

“How do we know it’s not out there watching us?” She asked, looking to Dean.

“We don’t,” you replied, keeping your eyes out on the woods. You glanced over in time to see Dean shoot you a look before he turned back to Hailey.

“But, we’re safe for now,” Dean reassured her. You rolled your eyes and went back to being the lookout. Hailey nodded then spoke again, her voice a bit softer.

“How do you know about this stuff?” Dean looked away for a moment before answering.

“It kind of runs in the family.” Before Hailey could ask another question, Dean stood up and Sam walked over, breathing heavily..

“Hey. So, we’ve got half a chance in the daylight. And I, for one, want to kill this evil son of a bitch,” Sam said. You turned around to look at him.

“You know I’m in,” you replied, stepping away from your post and closer to the group.

~ ~ ~ ~

As Dean readied the supplies you needed, you and Sam stood with Haley and Ben, getting them prepared for what they were about to face. You held out the journal, open to the page on wendigos, and gave them the basic summary.

“Wendigo is a Cree Native American word. It means ‘evil that devours,’” you shut the journal. “They’re hundreds of years old. Each one was once a man, sometimes a Native American, or other times a frontiersman or a miner or hunter.”

“How’s a man turn into one of these things?” Hailey asked.

“It’s always the same. During some harsh winter, a guy finds himself starving, cut off from supplies or help. He becomes a cannibal to survive, eating other members of his tribe or camp,” you answered.

“Like the Donner party,” Ben spoke up. Sam nodded.

“That’s right. Cultures all over the world believe that eating human flesh gives a person certain abilities—speed, strength, immortality,” he explained. Dean, finished with the weapons, stood and walked over.

“If you eat enough of it, over the years, you become this less-than-human thing. You’re always hungry,” Dean continued Sam’s thought.

“So, if that’s true, how can Tommy still be alive?” Hailey asked. You shook your head.

“You’re not gonna like it,” you warned her. She pressed on, demanding an answer. You sighed but spoke again. “More than anything, a wendigo knows how to last long winters without food. It hibernates for years at a time. When it’s awake, it, uh…” you trailed off and looked to your brothers, silently asking them to give her the news. Dean continued for you.

“It keeps its victims alive. It stores them so it can feed whenever it wants. If your brother’s alive, it’s keeping him somewhere dark, quiet, and safe. And we gotta track it back there.” You went to the bag of supplies as Hailey asked her next question.

“And then how do we stop it?”

“Well, guns are useless. So are knives,” Dean replied.

“Basically,” you cut in, holding up a rag, lighter, and some lighter fuel. “We gotta torch the sucker.

~ ~ ~ ~

The five of you made your way through the woods. Claw marks were spotted on the trees awhile back, and you used them as your guide to the wendigo’s lair. Suddenly, Sam stopped and called you and Dean over, looking up at all the claw marks in the trees. He pointed upwards, and you looked around to see the claw marks on every single tree, circling where the five of you stood.

“You know, I was thinking. Those claw marks, so clear and distinct,” Sam chuckled humorlessly.

“They were almost too easy to follow,” you finished his thought, voice barely audible. As if on cue, the wendigo ran past, back and forth around the area. You looked around, trying to get an idea of where it could be when Hailey screamed. You turned around in time to see Roy’s body fall on the ground. Hailey fell to the ground when she jumped out the way. Sam ran to her aid, and you went to Roy, putting your hand to his neck to feel for a pulse. You looked up at Dean immediately after, shaking your head. “His neck’s broken.”

“Okay, run, run!” Dean grabbed your arm and pulled you up while Sam helped Hailey. “Go, go, go, go, go!” The five of you rushed out of the area. Dean and Hailey ran ahead, but Ben tripped and fell to the ground. You and Sam stayed back to help him up. The three of you chased after Dean and Hailey, trying to cover the lost ground. Hailey screamed. You ran faster. Sam stopped at the bottom of a small hill when Ben called out for Hailey. You watched Sam bend down and pick something up off the ground; The top of Dean’s Molotov Cocktail. Your eyes widened and you looked around the area.

“Dean!”

~ ~ ~ ~

“If it keeps its victims alive, why would it kill Roy?” Ben asked, walking through the woods at Sam’s side. You led them a few feet ahead, searching for a clue.

“Honestly? I think because Roy shot at it, he pissed it off,” Sam replied. You stopped and nervously fixed your hair before closing your eyes and throwing your head back. Sam pursed his lips then walked over to you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, Y/N, we’re going to find him,” he assured. You quickly turned away from him and wiped your eyes, shaking your head.

“I know, I know. I just…” you sighed. “We can’t lose him, Sam. He’s all I got.”

“I’m right here, Y/N. I’m not going anywhere.” You scoffed at Sam’s words.

“Yeah, I’ve heard that before. Sam, what’s keeping you here if Dean’s gone. He’s the one who convinced you to come. He’s the one that’s been able to talk you down. Besides, as soon as we find Dad and we get whatever killed Jess, you’re leaving, right? Right?” You shook your head again. “We have to find Dean.” Sam opened his mouth to reply, but Ben spoke up first.

“Hey, they went this way!” He called out, holding up an M&M. You went over to him, Sam right behind you. He took the M&M from Ben and chuckled.

“It’s better than breadcrumbs.” He chuckled again. You quickly began following the trail of candies, Ben and Sam on your trail again.

~ ~ ~ ~

Sam silently moved through the brush. Ben followed behind him, and you made up the rear, watching out for anything on your trail. Sam stopped at the entrance to the mine and looked through the opening in the old wooden fence. He looked back at you and shrugged before ducking under the top of the fence and slipping inside. You let Ben go in before you, made one last visual sweep of the woods, and went inside. Sam led both of you through the tunnels. He signaled for you to get against the wall then reached out and pushed Ben against the wall, covering his mouth when the wendigo walked out of the mine. One the coast was clear, Sam moved away from the wall and down to where the wendigo had emerged from.

You continued down the path for a few minutes, suddenly stopping when the wood began to creak. You looked back at Sam just as the wood cracked and the ground gave out beneath you. It was a short fall, but it still took you a minute to recover. Ben jumped away from a skull an inch in front of him, and Sam was soon at his side to calm him. While he did, you sat up and looked around. You turned your head to the right and gasped at the sight of Dean and Hailey hanging from the ceiling by their arms. You ran over to Dean.

“Dean, come on,” you softly pleaded, shaking your brother. Ben ran to Hailey and tried to wake her up. Dean’s eyes shot open and you let out a sigh of relief. “Hey, you okay.” He grunted in response. Sam went to Ben and helped him get Hailey down while you helped Dean. Once the pair were seated on the ground, Dean began groaning in pain. You looked at him, eyes slightly widened with fear.

“You sure you’re alright?” He brushed you off with a wave of his hand.

“Yeah, yeah. Where is it?” His voice was strained, but he was doing everything in his power to fake his well-being.

“It’s gone for now,” Sam answered him. With Ben’s help, Hailey stood up and walked over to Tommy.

“Tommy.” She grabbed his face, but gasped and jumped back when Tommy’s eyes opened and he took a breath in. She turned back to Sam. “Get him down.” While Sam helped her, you and Dean began digging through the backpacks beside you. Dean looked to you and smiled after a minute of digging, pulling out a gun. You smiled and pulled out one of your own.

“Hey, check it out,” Dean called over to Sam, standing up and holding his gun up.

“Flare guns,” Sam smiled. “Those’ll work.”

~ ~ ~ ~

Armed with a flare gun each, Sam and Dean led your group towards the entrance of the mine. Like before, you took up the rear, ensuring there were no attacks from behind. You kept your flare gun ready, finger centimeters from the trigger. Dean and Sam stopped when the wendigo began growling. Sam held his gun out in front of him.

“Looks like someone’s home for supper,” Dean commented.

“We’ll never outrun it,” Hailey said, looking at Dean as she struggled to keep Tommy up, even with Ben’s help. Dean glanced back at her then looked between you and Sam.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. Sam looked back at him.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Alright, listen to me,” Dean instructed the three siblings. “Stay with Sam. He’s gonna get you out of here.”

“What are you going to do?” Hailey asked. Dean only winked in response before walking down the tunnel.

“It’s chow time, you freakin’ bastard!” He called out. You looked at Sam, nodded, then followed after Dean.

“Yeah, that’s right! Bring it on, baby!” You yelled once you were a few feet away from everyone else. Dean waited until you were behind him before he began running.

“We taste good!” Dean yelled. You were hot on his trail, stopping once to look around when you didn’t hear any sign of the wendigo.

“You want some white meat, bitch? We’re right here!” You looked around once more then ran after Dean. The two of you continued through the tunnels, yelling out for the creature. You kept an eye on Dean as you ran, watching as he held his arm against his stomach, almost refusing to move it.

Sam screamed and shot his gun towards the entrance of the tunnel. You turned and ran towards the area, willing your legs to move faster than they ever had. You and Dean reached the area as the wendigo closed in on Sam and the three siblings. It threw its head back and roared, giving you and Dean enough time to aim your guns.

“Hey!” Dean called out. The wendigo turned and the two of you shot your guns, hitting it in two separate spots. It lit up from the inside out and fell to the ground. Once it was dead, Dean looked over at Sam and smiled. “Not bad, huh?”

~ ~ ~ ~

You and Sam led Ben over to where Hailey and Dean stood once Ben finished giving his statement to the officer. Hailey turned to look at Ben.

“Let’s go,” she said. She turned back to Dean then leaned in and kissed his cheek. “I hope you find your father. Thanks, Sam. You, too, Y/N.” Hailey smiled at you and Sam before putting her arm around Ben and leading him over to the ambulance Tommy was in. You leaned against the car on one side of Dean, Sam mimicking your actions on the other side.

“Man, I hate camping,” you said, shaking your head.

“Me, too,” Dean and Sam agreed simultaneously. Dean pursed his lips and looked down at the ground for a moment before looking over at Sam.

“You know we’re gonna find Dad, right?” He asked. Sam sighed.

“Yeah, I know. But in the meantime…I’m driving.” Sam held his hands out for the keys, but Dean stayed silent. Finally, he tossed him the set and walked around the car to the passenger’s side.

“Oh, that is so not fair!” you complained as Sam got in the car.

“You crashed her into a house,” Dean replied, sliding into the passenger seat. You groaned and got in the backseat.

“It was one time!” you shot back. Sam smiled and revved the engine before speeding off out of the parking lot.

~~~~~

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[kangtaebins]

Weird Asks That Say A Lot

I said I was going to just answer all of these bc of boredom,, and so here I am

1. Coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? Teacups are aesthetically pleasing idc what anyone says

2. Chocolate bars or lollipops? Lollipops

3. Bubblegum or cotton candy? Cotton candy supremacy

4. How did your elementary school teachers describe you? I was told that I was a leader a lot, and was told that I was very intelligent. Ah yes, I suffered from gifted kid burn out in high school-

5. Do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? Look, plastic cups are the best. Specifically the ones with the lids and reusable straws

6. Pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? It truly depends on the day bc some days I would say goth and other days I’d say grunge, but most days- pastel

7. Earbuds or headphones? Earbuds

8. Movies or TV shows? TV shows bc- idk actually I’m just not a movie person

9. Favorite smell in the summer? I have a weird obsession with the smell of cheap sunscreen and I have no clue why

10. Game you were best at in p.e.? I hated gym in high school and rarely participated despite the teacher being irritated with me (truly she gave up after a few months bc I really did not care at all) HOWEVER- I went to town in volleyball and still enjoy playing volleyball v much

11. What do you have for breakfast on an average day? I don’t eat breakfast often,,, 

12. Name of your favorite playlist? Probably my Navy or Indigo playlist

13. Lanyard or key ring? Key ring 

14. Favorite non-chocolate candy? Anything green apple!!!

15. Favorite book you read as a school assignment? I actually genuinely enjoyed Romeo And Juliet tbh

16. Most comfortable position to sit in? I always curl up in a ball on the couch, but in a chair I manspread ngl

17. Most frequently worn pair of shoes? Nike slides <//3

18. Ideal weather? Between 50-70 degrees, sunny but not warm, being able to wear a hoodie and not be hot or cold

19. Sleeping position? I usually either sleep on my left side or on my stomach (my back once in a while when it’s hurting bc I’m a hag)

20. Preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? I write on my phone more than anything

21. Obsession from childhood? Hm- I was really obsessed with High School Musical as a kid. My friend and I would put it on and lip sync to the songs and pretend we were the characters

22. Role model? Is it- wrong to say myself? Bc I feel like that sounds arrogant but genuinely it’s bc I’m constantly trying to better myself mentally and learn and grow. Idk I just am proud of who I am and look to myself when I need to find motivation

23. Strange habits? Strange? Idk if it’s strange but I’m constantly twiddling with the hem of my sleeves bc I love the feeling of it

24. Favorite crystal? Citrine 

25. First song you remember hearing? WH- bitch idk tf

26. Favorite activity to do in warm weather? Stay tf inside in the air conditioning

27. Favorite activity to do in cold weather? Stay tf inside in the heat

28. Five songs to describe you? To describe me?? Girl idk I'm all over the place. How about songs that resonate with me instead,,, Alive by Khalid, Paranoid by Lauv, Phobia by Dvwn, Fake Smile by Ariana Grande, and Breathin by Ariana Grande

29. Best way to bond with you? Truly I'm not very difficult to get along with, just don't be an asshole. Talk to me about psychology, current events, say Soobin is the cutest to exist idk it's not that hard

30. Places that you find sacred? I- hm. I'm not like a church person or anything so idk. Maybe just anything really old or places with very detailed and unique architecture

31. What outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? I don't own many clothes,,, let alone nice clothes. I also don't really dress to impress I'd much rather be comfortable

32. Top five favorite vines? Oh god if I h a d to pick???? The lipstick in the Valentino bag, they were roommates, it's an avocado- thaaanks, jared 19, and uh,,, zach stooppp you're gonna get in trouble

33. Most used phrase in your phone? Tbh it's probably "girl what-" or "no bc"

34. Advertisements you have stuck in your head? That 877-CASH-NOW ONE JFC

35. Average time you fall asleep? Between 11pm-1am

36. What is the first meme you remember ever seeing? Probably the troll face one or smth

37. Suitcase or duffel bag? Suitcase

38. Lemonade or tea? I mix them together!

39. Lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? Lemon meringue pie bc I don't really like cake

40. Weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? Y'all I- went to a hs/college mixed school,, I've seen it all. Weirdest?? Idk but one weird thing I remember was when we were making whistles in art and some dude made a penis whistle 😭

41. Last person you texted? My best friend :))

42. Jacket pockets or pants pockets? Jacket pockets

43. Hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? Hoodie 100%

44. Favorite scent for soap? I love soaps that smell like soap. Like ok duh I know that sounds dumb but yk what I mean? I don't want lemon or mint or whatever, I like the plain soap smell

45. Which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? Fantasy

46. Most comfortable outfit to sleep in? Oversized t-shirt, no pants. I question anyone that is comfortable sleeping with pants on-

47. Favorite type of cheese? Feta!

48. If you were a fruit, what kind would you be? I feel like I'd be a pineapple and I have no clue why

49. What saying or quote do you live by? Not necessarily a quote but more of a thought: live for yourself, enjoy each day, do what gives you joy

50. What made you laugh the hardest you ever have? I have had so many instances in which I have laughed so hard I peed and to even attempt to name one is impossible

51. Current stresses? Making sure my family gets their vaccines and stays safe

52. Favorite font? I don't think I have one? Anything except comic sans

53. What is the current state of your hands? What does this even mean 💀 I mean,, they're holding my phone, cold, and my nails are unpolished

54. What did you learn from your first job? That people are assholes but I'm capable of not giving a fuck bc life is not that damn serious

55. Favorite fairy tale? Is The Three Little Pigs considered a fairy tale?

56. Favorite tradition? Putting up the Christmas tree with my mom :( it's always a lot of fun

57. The three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? Depression, grief, and hopefully one day- smth I'm currently dealing with

58. Four talents you’re proud of having? Makeup!! But also: singing, crying on command, and tying cherry stems with my tongue

59. If you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? Sick of these bitches

60. If you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? I don't watch anime so idk

61. Favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? It's this line from Eleanor & Park: "Eleanor was right: She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something."

62. Seven characters you relate to? Holy hell, 7?? Probably won't get that many but hm,,, Darlene from Roseanne, Hermione from Harry Potter, Emily from Pretty Little Liars maybe?? Idk I suddenly blanked

63. Five songs that would play in your club? As if it's Your Last by BP, anything from SHINee, anything from Ariana, also anything Rihanna, just a bunch of women tbh

64. Favorite website from your childhood? FUCKING WEBKINZ BRO

65. Any permanent scars? I have a few on my arms idk where they came from tbh, I also have one on my hand from my sister 🧍🏻‍♀

66. Favorite flower(s)? Sunflowers!!! I also really love lilacs 💔

67. Good luck charms? My dog's collar that I wear as a bracelet

68. Worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? Licorice-

69. A fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? It takes repeating a piece of information 12 times at random to memorize it completely

70. Left or right handed? Right

71. Least favorite pattern? Fucking chevron- and realistic camo, and anything with the American flag

72. Worst subject? Yall im awful at history. American history, world history, all of it-

73. Favorite weird flavor combo? Either pickles and peanut butter or cheese and grapes

74. At what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? I'm stubborn but also always in pain so I've become numb to a lot of body pains. I have to be at like a 7-8 before I take smth otherwise I'd always be taking it

75. When did you lose your first tooth? I was probably like 5 I was definitely in Kindergarten

76. What’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? I fw baked potatoes

77. Best plant to grow on a windowsill? I have a love for succulents

78. Coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? Oh my- I don't drink coffee but coffee from a gas station

79. Which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? Driver's license for sure

80. Earth tones or jewel tones? Jewel tones

81. Fireflies or lightning bugs? I say both,, but I think I say lightning bugs more

82. PC or console? PC

83. Writing or drawing? Both

84. Podcasts or talk radio? Podcasts definitely

84. Barbie or polly pocket? Barbie

85. Fairy tales or mythology? Fairy tales

86. Cookies or cupcakes? C o o k i e s

87. Your greatest fear? Losing people I love

88. Your greatest wish? To live comfortably and be a great mother

89. Who would you put before everyone else? My family

90. Luckiest mistake? Guessing on 90% of a test and getting an A 💀

91. Boxes or bags? Bags are easier to carry-

92. Lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? Fairy lights!!

93. Nicknames? Sam, Sammi, my sister calls me Sams, my best friend calls me Bub, and my gf calls me Baby if that counts- 👀

94. Favorite season? Fall omg it's gorgeous and has perfect temperatures

95. Favorite app on your phone? ✨tumblr✨

96. Desktop background? Its literally a pic of Soobin, Taehyun, and Beomgyu

97. How many phone numbers do you have memorized? Like 4-5

98. Favorite historical era? The one where white people learn their fucking place and stop being racist, homophobic, classist, sexist, all the -ists and -phobics,,,, so none. Fuck history :))

[des-draws]

it's officially July but I'm still on pride mode!!! can't stop won't stop

Here are my lgbt+/queer hcs for class 1(g)A(y)!!! Here's what they are in case you don't recognize all of the flags (bc let's be real before I started coloring this I wouldn't recognize at least a few of them either ;^; ), strap in bc it's going to get l o n g:

(also they’re listed in the order they’re shown in the deviantart post rather than this one oop)

- Ojiro is trans!! I feel like he prefers being stealth but still celebrates with all his classmates because it's such a special occasion :') - Tooru is pan and a demigirl!!! It's her first pride and she's hyped!!!! And full of love!!!!! Love Is Stored In The Tooru!!! - Todoroki is a gay demiboy!! His trauma has made his experience with gender rather vague and blurry but he's still happy to have a label to somehow describe himself!! He's using End*vor's credit card to buy all of his friends pride merch!! - Midoriya is bi and trans!! He's been so happy to see his friends discover themselves and even more so to see them celebrating :') - Iida is bi!! As the second of the three members of the Rich Kids Club, he also wants to support and reaffirm his friends by buying them pride stuff!! - Kirishima is gay and trans!! I hc that he's been basically the class' go-to for gender identity/sexuality stuff bc he's been out-and-proud since Day 1 until pretty much everyone had a big coming-out ("I'm gay!" "Cool! I think I might be bi! :0c" "I...might...not be a girl???" "I'm pretty sure I'm [ace/genderfluid/etc.]" "What's that?" "Oh, it's [...]" "...might have to look into that. I think it might fit me too?" " :'D !!!!! " ) (he probably cried bc he was so proud of everyone) and then things calmed down a bit . He's a tinsy bit sad ppl no longer come to him for it but he pushes it down because he's just so!!!!!! happy to be surrounded by so many ppl like him!! - Bakugou is gay, trans and demisexual!! The last part was the hardest for him to figure out and he spent a lot of time being confused at other people, it was when Sero shared his own orientations that he thought maybe he wasn't as alone as he had thought :') - Uraraka is bi!! She's spent years thinking her crushes on girls were just her being jealous/wanting to be friends with them/not as important/stong as the crushes she's had on boys. She's getting over that internalized stuff now and I'm proud of her!! - Tsuyu is a trans girl and a lesbian!! She's been very open about wanting people to call her "Tsuyu-chan" because she chose that name herself!! And she's so happy that everyone here is supportive of her and each other!! - Yaomomo is also a lesbian!! This is her first pride, she's so excited to see all these people with different identities and experiences come together, and while she could easily create pride merch herself she much rather prefers supporing the indepentent LGBT+/Queer creators selling their own! (Hence why she bought two different variations of the lesbian flag for both her and Jirou!) (and probably many more of the stuff you see everyone wearing lol) - (Speaking of,) Jirou is also also a lesbian and also nonbinary!! Her only connection to girlhood is her love for other girls, but other than maybe updating her wardrobe a little she doesn't mind presenting femininely. - Sero is asexual, demiromantic and genderflux!! He's v. chill about everything, he probably found out and was like "Oh. Ok cool. I'm hungy" like he has a very laid-back attitude abt his identity/orientation but he Will defend his friends' to hell and back. Group mom heck yea - Kaminari is bi and nonbinary!! He was scared shitless to the point of losing sleep when he started figuring out that he miiiight like boys too, and even more so when he realised he might not even be a boy?? Thankfully being surrounded by so many supportive people (and having Kirishima as one of his closest and more trustworthy friends) helped him accept himself :') - Mina is pan and trans!! She's always been very open about being a Romantic™ but rather than being the Disaster Pan that gets flustered around everyone, she's the Disaster Pan that flirts shamelessly using Terrible pick up lines ("If we were dating...heh.....let's just say horses wouldn't be called horses anymore ;) " was the first ever thing she said to Kirishima, which earned her an extremely confused and somewhat flustered "I'm????ga y???? ???????" (it was the first time he'd admitted it out loud so he kinda thanks her for that) ) - Tokoyami is bi and trans!! A while back I read a fic that happened to have trans Tokoyami in it and was like "You know what. Yeah I can see it!" Emo culture is probably what helped him realize, with it playing around with and disregarding gender stereotypes and everything. - Aoyama is transmasculine, genderfluid and aromantic!! For the longest time he'd much rather have people mistake him for a feminine/gnc boy rather than a girl. It took him a while to come to terms with his aromanticism, since pretty much everyone expected him to be gay- he kinda expected it himself too, since he never liked girls that way, so?? But when he found out about the term "aromantic" it was like a weight lift off his shoulders. - Shoji is netrois and androsexual!! He knew he liked boys early but he's avoided dealing with figuring out his gender out of fear that he'd be disappointed- he's only ever seen nonbinary/genderqueer people depicted as androgynous and much smaller in stature than himself, so he thought he'd never fit. Seeing everyone else come out (especially the other nonbinary classmates of his), he stopped hesitating and starting working on coming to terms with himself!! - Satou is asexual and panromantic!! I don't really have much reasoning for this, I never really thought about it (or Satou himself) but when the time came to draw this I was like "Satou likes baking.....and puns are ace culture......FOOD PUNS!!! OF COURSE!!!" I'm sorry glkjhklhfdlkhj; - Koda is a trans boy!! He's had trouble recognizing it at the start because he's always been soft-spoken (almost nonverbal) and timid and kind, and """"those aren't traits of a boy""""" but he was so happy when he hit puberty and started growing So Much in stature due to his genes and people started "mistaking" him for a boy!! He came out to his parents almost immediately bc compassion and kindness seems to run in the family and he knew he'd be accepted even if they didn't completely understand!! He was more scared to come out to his classmates but when two, three, four of them come out and are accepted for being trans boys, he knows he'll be safe with them too. - And finally, last but not least, Aizawa is gay and trans!! He might act somewhat aloof about this stuff, but secretly he's very happy that his kids students all have eachother's support, and most of them their families'. Part of him is a little bitter and wishes he had the same kind of support system in their age, but he's going to be there for them if they need him nonetheless. He has his own support system now, and that matters a lot, too.

But wait!! There's M O R E !!!!! - I always love love LOVE how fanartists/editors give some of the characters more animal-like features, so I did that too!!! I went Full-on-Frog with Tsuyu (and I'm rather proud of how she came out (lol) ), but also I gave Mina some Sharp Chompers and a Fluffy lil' tail bc It's What She Deserves, and Ojiro a lil' toof poking out and ears that sharpen a lil bit at the tips? I hc that as he grows, other than his tail he'll start growing more animal features like that- sharper teeth, longer ears, claws and also, get ready.....pawbeans........the last ones give him Heck when they start growing out, and he needs his palms massaged at least once a day while they do :'( His legs get weird too and they end up looking more like a wolf's back legs :0c - I gave a lot of them freckles!!!! bc I Love Freckles!!!!!! also, as my sister very eloquently pointed out, I gave Uraraka "A R M S,,,,," bc. let's be honest. the girl got martial training she's not a twig - Sero is holding the polyamorous flag behind himself, Kaminari and Mina bc.. u guessed it,, they're all dating each other,,,,, lotsa smooches and cuddling and shenanigans bc there's only maybe one(1) braincell between the three of them and most of the time sero has it - Todoroki, Midoriya, Iida, Kirishima, Bakugou, Tsuyu, Yaomomo, Koda and Aizawa are also autistic. Yes all of them. No I won't explain. (unless you ask in good faith and want to share your own hcs pls ask me then I'll explain everything and you can expect it to be as long as this description!!!!!) (I might draw something about it when it's April again maybe *thinking emoji* ) - Oh!!! and Tooru, Kaminari and Mina are ADHD. Kirishima is also dyslexic. - Bakugou has been losing his hearing ever since he entered U.A.- sure he's always used his quirk but never freely to that extend and with so much power behind it, so getting into fight after fight with such close proximity to explosions that big really did a number on his ears. He can hear a little better with the right one than the left, so Kirishima has gotten used to walking by his right side before his custom hearing aids came in, and then just stuck to that. Bakugou's custom hearing aids block out any noise above a certain volume bc let's assume technology has advanced to do that. When he and Kirishima started thinking about working together as heroes even after they graduate, Bakugou requested custom ear protectors with similar block-out features as his hearing aids for Kirishima so his ears aren't damaged by working so close to Bakugou (Kirishima cried). - I'm actually quite flexible on which of the two I hc as trans, or if I hc both of them to be. The "both gay + demi Bkg" is pretty set in my interpretation of them, but I find it interesting how their friendship/relationship could manifest and grow somewhat differently depending on if both of them are trans or if only one of them (and depending on which one of them it is). They're still the same loud rowdy boyes we know and love but there's different conversations to have and difficulties to tackle between them based on that factor alone, and frankly? I Adore It.

Okay that's all!!!! I think. Thanks for reading, if you did!! And if not, I completely understand lol

I hope you had a great pride month!!

[just-my-sickly-pride]

Call Me || Roger Taylor x fem!Reader & Brian May x fem!Reader

summary || when you and roger start to get hot and heavy, he proposes a game: he goes down on you, and you have to try to hold a phone conversation with brian without brian catching onto what’s happening. it’s game on.

rating || explicit (18+ only). do not read if you are under eighteen. sub!brian with some orgasm denial, a bit of overstimulation (reader).

word count || 3.4k

author’s notes || this is another instalment in the try series! for those who aren’t aware, the series is about reader having a fwb arrangement with both brian and roger. i know, all i’ve been posting recently is stuff from this series, but most of this was written a while ago and i want to get it out into the world, and it works for me, bc i’m completely burnt out from the end of uni so i don’t have the energy to write anything new atm!

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     It had been two weeks since your big talk with Roger and Brian about jealousy and respect, and, to your quiet surprise, it had all seemed to actually sink in. You hadn’t noticed any simmering animosity between the two of them, and it felt far easier to breathe when the three of you were in a room together. You wondered if they’d had any follow-up conversations, just the two of them – but you didn’t want to pry, so you didn’t ask.

    It was a Sunday afternoon, your roommate Lucy was visiting her parents back home, and Roger was at yours. Roger liked to kiss you when you least expected it. Brian liked to let it build, let the tension sizzle until it exploded, but Roger liked to take you by surprise.

    Today, you had just finished making you both cups of tea when he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed the back of your neck. You giggled, and turned in his arms, cupping his face between your hands, and he kissed you slowly, leisurely, as he almost always did. His hands slid lower until they were on your ass, where he gave it a firm pat, making you jump in surprise.

    “Roger,” you scolded him, and he chuckled, pecking you on the lips.

    “Sorry,” he said lightly.

    “I don’t think you are.”

    “Hm, you’re right, I’m not.” He gave your butt another solid pat, kissed you once more, and then let you go, reaching behind to grab his tea. You gave his butt a firm pat of your own, and he just gave it a wiggle, same as he wiggled his eyebrows, before disappearing out of the kitchen.

    You followed him, and you both settled on the couch. You leant against the arm of the chair, and he pulled your legs over his lap as you chatted, his fingers drumming random rhythms and tracing patterns on your thighs. It was distracting, but wonderfully so.

    The tea was soon forgotten about, in lieu of making out. Roger’s hands smoothed up and down your thighs, and you played with his hair absentmindedly.

    “I had an idea,” he said as you sat back, taking a breather.

    “Don’t strain yourself,” you said.

    “Funny.”

    “I thought so.”

    “Do you want to hear it or not?”

    You smiled. “Yes, tell me.”

    Roger licked his lips, and slid his palms up and down your thighs again in thought. “What if we… make things a little more exciting?”

    You raised your eyebrows. You were all up for that. “What did you have in mind?”

    “I’ve heard about this… game, that people play,” Roger said. “Where one person is going down on the other, and the person receiving has to try to hold a phone conversation with someone without that person knowing what’s going on.”

    “Oh,” you said, your eyebrows creeping even higher. “Right.”

    “What do you think?” Roger said. “Are we vetoing that one, or…?”

    You considered it. You couldn’t just call anyone, it would have to be someone who wouldn’t mind possibly discovering the truth. Who did Roger know that he could call?

    “I was thinking you could call Brian,” Roger supplied.

    “Wait, I’m the one receiving here?” you said.

    Roger shrugged. “Yeah. I mean, it makes sense. Brian wouldn’t care, right? If he figured it out.”

    “You don’t mind me being on the phone to Brian while you’re going down on me?” you said unsurely.

    “No,” Roger said, frowning. “I mean, we’ve sorted things out, so... Why, do you mind?”

    “No,” you said, but you were surprised, to say the least. “I just thought you’d…” I just thought you’d still mind, seeing as most people would. Had they talked about this in one of their hypothetical private conversations? You shrugged. “Nothing, it’s fine.”

    “So you’re up for it?” Roger said hopefully.

    Were you actually about to do this? Let Roger eat you out while you were talking to Brian?

    Does this count as a threesome? you thought to yourself in amusement.

    You nodded. “Yeah, let’s do it.” You grinned, climbing off Roger’s lap, settling on the couch. “What happens if I lose the game?”

    Roger fetched your phone, tossing it to you, and helped you out of your shorts and underwear. “Uh,” he said, pulling off your shoes and socks for you and putting them aside, “I guess you lose your dignity. That’s enough for me.”

    You laughed. “Yeah, all right.”

    You pulled him up for a second to kiss him some more, taking off his shirt as he took off yours, his hands all over you, riling you up.

    He kissed his way down your body until he settled between your legs, and you adjusted your position so he had a better angle.

    “Okay,” you said, suddenly very nervous as you unlocked your phone. “I’m calling him now.”

    You were trembling as the phone rang in your ear. Roger was kissing your stomach, your thighs, and you could sense how excited he was to play his little game.

    “Wait, what am I going to say?” you hissed in a panic, but then Brian picked up.

    “Hey,” he said. You could hear him playing a record in the background. Rory Gallagher, obviously. “It’s not like you to call without warning, is everything okay?”

    “Hey,” you said, and Roger took that as his cue to start. You breathed in sharply, clenching your jaw, as his tongue started working through you. Your hand went to his hair. “Uh,” you said, hoping it came across as a thinking noise, “no, everything’s fine. Sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

    Roger adjusted his grip on you, tugging you forward, and dove into you with more vigour. Your eyes went wide, but you managed to hold back any noise. “–to, um, alarm you.”

    “You all right?” Brian said. “You sound distracted.”

    “I’m just thinking,” you said as nonchalantly as you could manage. “I’m actually… Well, I’m, um–”

    Roger slid two fingers into you, and your back arched, but you bit your lip hard to shut yourself up. “I’m actually struggling with– with the lecture content from today,” you said in a rush. “I just don’t– mm!”

    Your first vocal slip-up. Roger had found your G-spot. You looked down at him to find him looking up at you, gleeful mischief sparkling in his eyes, and you had to look away again.

    “What?” Brian said. “What’s going on?”

    “Sorry, sorry,” you said. You let your head fall back against the couch, rolling your hips against Roger’s mouth. God, he was good at this. You let your eyes slide closed. What were you talking about again?

    You sighed. “Um…” Fuck, Roger was taking his time, really letting you build. He was in no hurry to make you come within the next two minutes. It was both a blessing and a curse – sure, you wouldn’t have to try holding a conversation while you orgasmed, but boy, was it easy to forget completely what you were doing.

    “Should I call back later?” Brian asked. “It sounds like you’re in the middle of something.”

    “No,” you said quickly, forcing your eyes open. “No, I’m– I’m sorry. My fault. What did I– Oh, the… the lecture. Yes.”

    “What about it?”

    Christ, Brian had a nice voice. Roger reached up and pinched one of your nipples, and you made a sound again.

    “The lecture!” you blurted to try to cover it up. “Could you explain it to me, please?”

    “What, all of it?” Brian said.

    “N– No, just the – the first bit.”

    Brian started explaining it, and you made sure to keep up sounds of acknowledgement. Okay. You could do this. This was just listening to Brian’s soft, warm voice while Roger made you feel good, kept your head in the clouds. You scratched Roger’s scalp absentmindedly, and he hummed in appreciation, making you smile.

    But then, as Brian’s explanation began to draw to a close, Roger clearly decided to stop taking it easy on you, and sucked on your clit. You squeaked, and Roger paused to press his forehead against your thigh, trying to smother his laughter.

    “What was that?” Brian said.

    “Nothing,” you said. “Just my chair.”

    Roger went back to work, and his goal in mind had obviously taken a hard turn: he was going to make you come in about one minute flat at this rate.

    “Okay, well, did you get all that?” Brian said.

    “Y-yeah,” you said, and it came out sounding far too whiny and breathless for casual conversation. You tried clearing your throat, but it didn’t help – Roger was relentless. Your mind scrambled to come up with a way to possibly hide this, because it felt so fucking good, and you were scared to open your mouth in fear of what sounds would roll out of it. Your hand gripped Roger’s hair.

    Brian sighed. “Um… well, yeah, all right, then.”

    “Mm-hm,” you squeezed out. You gasped. Shit, you were close, you were so fucking close, Christ. You could feel it deep in your belly, a coiled spring.

    “Is that everything?”

    Fuck, how were you meant to reply? You went to speak, but all that came out was a stuttered, “Um, ah.”

    “Go on,” Brian said. “You can come.”

    Your orgasm slammed into you, and you blurted out, “Oh, fuck,” blood roaring in your ears, and Roger coaxed you through it as you shook, small whimpers slipping from your throat. You tried to catch your breath.

    You tilted the phone away from your mouth. “Mm, Rog, enough, I’m sensitive,” you murmured, tugging on his hair, and he wiped his face on the back of his hand, and then climbed onto the couch, straddling you. He kissed your throat, and you scratched the back of his neck, sighing.

    “Hi Brian,” he said, and you could hear Brian laughing on the other end of the line.

    “Hi, Roger.”

    “Guess I lost the game, then, huh?” you said.

    “You were doomed from the start,” Brian said. “I knew what was going on as soon as I answered the phone. You think I don’t know what it sounds like when you’re turned on? You were panting like a dog.”

    “Oh,” you said with a laugh.

    Roger hummed, kissing the skin under your ear. “It was so hot, though.”

    “It was,” Brian agreed. He hissed and spat out, “Shit.”

    You grinned. Brian knew what it sounded like when you were getting off, but that knowledge went both ways. “Are you jerking off, Bri?”

    Roger paused.

    “Maybe,” Brian gasped. “I’m surprised you couldn’t tell. I’ve been doing it ever since you made me explain the lecture. Which I wasn’t even doing, by – ah, ah – by the way. I was…” He groaned, and your stomach stirred. “I was just saying random shit from the tute two days ago.”

    “Make him come, sweetheart,” Roger said, low, his voice rough, and you shuddered.

    “How close are you, Bri?” you asked.

    “Sort of close. I’ve just been – hm – teasing myself.”

    “Where are you?”

    “In my room. On m– my bed.”

    “Could you hear how wet I was when Rog was eating me out?”

    Roger moaned softly, kissing your neck again.

    “Yeah,” Brian said weakly.

    “Are you jealous Roger got to taste me, while you’re all alone in your room?”

    “Yes.”

    “Are you imaging what I’d feel like? How wet and tight and hot I’d be around your cock?”

    “Y– yeah. Fuck.”

    “Shit, sweetheart,” Roger growled. He palmed at himself, his breath harsh against your throat.

    You moved the phone out of the way, blocking the speaker with your shoulder. “Rog, go get a condom. I want Brian to hear you fucking me.”

    Roger groaned, kissed you firmly, and hurried to get a condom.

    “You still there, Bri?”

    “Yes.” He sounded all hot and bothered. Perfect.

    “I want you to slow down for me. Just for a bit. Okay?”

    Brian huffed. “Okay.”

    “Just take it nice and slow for now. Feel the drag of your hand. Imagine it’s mine. Are you doing that?”

    “Uh-huh.”

    “Good boy.”

    Brian whined.

    “Oh, what a pretty sound that was,” you cooed. “It’s been a while since you’ve been like this for me, hasn’t it?”

    “Yeah.”

    Roger came back, already prepped - you almost burst out laughing at the sight, but you didn’t want to break the tension with Brian, so you swallowed it down - and he gestured frantically. How do you want me?

    You held up a finger. Just a sec. “Bri, I want you to stop.”

    Brian whined again, high and needy. “B– But–”

    “Do as I say. Be good and I’ll let you start again. Have you stopped?”

    “Yes. Please, I…”

    “Good boy. Wait for me, okay? I’ll be back in a second.”

    You looked back to Roger, who was squeezing the base of his cock. “Fuck, it’s hot when you get like this,” he whispered.

    You grinned. “I know, right?” You gestured for him to sit down. “I’m gonna ride you.”

    Roger quickly got into place, and he held himself still while you sunk down onto him and waited, getting used to the stretch.

    “You’re so fucking perfect,” Roger groaned, his hands tight on your hips.

    “Bri?” you said, panting. “Are you there?”

    “Yes,” Brian said. “What’s going on?”

    “Just getting settled,” you said. “Are you being good?”

    “Yes, I haven’t touched myself.”

    “Good boy! I’m proud of you.”

    Brian whimpered.

    “You can touch yourself again,” you said. “Well done for being so well-behaved.”

    You started riding Roger, and Roger helped guide you into a good rhythm, rolling his hips up to meet yours.

    “Wh– What’s that?” Brian said. “What’s happening?”

    “I’m fucking myself on Roger’s cock, Bri,” you said simply, and Roger hissed. “Nice and deep. Can you hear it?”

    “Yes.”

    “Bet you wish – ah – it was you, huh?”

    “So bad.”

    Roger moaned. “Fuck.”

    “How close are you, Bri?” you asked. It was getting annoying having to hold the phone, but it was worth it to hear Brian’s moans and whimpers and grunts.

    “C– close.”

    “Fuck, faster, please,” Roger said, and you sped up, bouncing on his lap, keeping balance with one hand on his shoulder. He cried out, hips bucking up against yours. “Fuck.”

    “God, Rog, fuck,” you hissed.

    “I’m close,” Brian whined. “Can I come, can I come, please? You sound so good, want you so bad, please.”

    “Only when I do,” you said. “Got it?”

    Brian sobbed.

    “You close?” you said to Roger.

    “Yeah,” Roger grunted. “You?”

    “Could use some help,” you said, and he got his hand in between the two of you, massaging your clit, and you had to stop bouncing to grind against it, groaning. “Fuck, that’s it.”

    You continued to roll your hips against Roger’s hand, clenching around him, making him shudder and moan.

    “Please,” Brian gasped desperately.

    “N– No, not yet,” you growled.

    Roger seemed to almost take pity on Brian, as he doubled his efforts, leaving you gasping and weak. “Come on, sweetheart, come for me,” he whispered.

    Your legs were shaking. “Rog, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come.”

    “Do it, come on. Fuck.”

    Your second orgasm rocked over you like a wave, and your whole body trembled so badly from the force of it that you slumped against Roger’s shoulder, whining into his skin.

    Roger’s hips snapped against yours automatically, and he gasped out, “Let the poor fucker come.”

    You raised the phone to your ear again. “You can come, Bri,” you panted.

    Brian swore, and let out a guttural moan. You could picture it so clearly, his hand on his cock, his face when he came, and it made your core pulse, making Roger twitch. You listened to Brian coming down from it, letting out huge, heaving breaths. “Fuck,” he breathed.

    “You good?”

    “Yeah. You?”

    “Yeah.”

    Roger let out a pathetic moan, and you laughed. “Rog isn’t, though. I’m gonna go so he doesn’t die from desperation. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

    “Yeah, see you later. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

    “I will. Bye.” You hung up, and Roger snatched the phone from your hand, all but throwing it across the room.

    “Enough of that bloody phone,” he growled. “How sensitive are you?”

    “Sensitive,” you said.

    “Sensitive enough that it’ll hurt if I keep fucking you?”

    “Yes.” You nipped and licked at his throat, tasting the sweat. “So keep fucking me.”

    “You sure?”

    “Want it to hurt.”

    Roger swore, and you managed to sit up, bracing yourself on his shoulders, and, wincing, you kept riding him. You whimpered, your body begging you to stop, but you kept going anyway.

    “Fuck, does it hurt, sweetheart?” Roger said, his hips meeting yours.

    “Yeah,” you hissed. Your body jerked involuntarily. “Shit.”

    Roger gripped your waist and pulled you down, hard, and you yelped in pain, then moaned. You didn’t like overstimulation all that often, but sometimes, when you were in the mood, it was just so fucking good.

    Guided by Roger’s tight grip on you, you fucked yourself on him fast and hard, ignoring how weak your limbs were, how much it hurt, how desperate your body was to get away from the ache. Each sound of pain you made was followed by a sound of pleasure, sometimes a mix of both. Roger didn’t go easy on you, which you were grateful for, and then, at some point, the pain dissipated, and you felt the beginnings of another orgasm building.

    You had enough hands to help yourself, now, and you rubbed at your clit, which was still a touch oversensitive, while Roger groaned out, “God, fuck.”

    “I’m getting there, hang on,” you said.

    “Are you close? I don’t know if I can hold it.”

    “Fuck, I’m close, I’m close.”

    “Shit, come on.”

    Then – there, right there, you were on the brink, just a bit more…

    “I’m coming,” Roger groaned.

    “No, wait, wait, I’m almost–”

    “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m– fuck.”

    He came, gasping, and then relaxed under you, and you whined, slowing to a stop. “Roger.”

    He was panting, glowing, but he did seem genuinely remorseful. He sat up to kiss you in apology. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold it.”

    You kept circling your clit. “I’m gonna come while you’re still inside me.”

    “No, I’m too sensitive,” Roger complained, but he didn’t try to stop you.

    Your breath caught as you clenched around him, and he jerked.

    You were close again. Roger could feel it, and he let his head flop back against the couch, covering his face with his hands. “You suck,” he moaned. “Argh.”

    “Fuck,” you hissed to yourself, and whimpered.

    Roger sat forward again, jostling you accidentally, and snatched your hand away, capturing your lips in a kiss. You went to protest, but his hand went where yours had been, his other hand tugging at your nipple.

    In no time at all you were coming, pulsing around him, sighing into his mouth as you did so, and he broke the kiss, burying his face in your neck as he twitched. “Ow, ow, fuck, this is the worst.”

    You laughed, stroking his back. “Thank you.”

    “You’re welcome,” he grumbled. “Now can you get off me?”

    You eased yourself off him – he whinged and spasmed as you did so – and collapsed beside him on the couch. “Well!” you said.

    “Well!” he agreed.

    You both rolled your head to look at each other. “What an evening,” he said.

    You nodded. “What an evening.”

    Roger’s eyes were soft as he drank in your face, and he smiled a small smile.

    “What?” you said, smiling yourself.

    Roger shrugged. “Dunno. You’re just a really cool person, I guess. And I’m glad you’re around.”

    Your smile widened. “You’re really cool, too. And I’m also glad you’re around.”

    “Cheers.” Roger leant in for a quick kiss. “I’m thinking a shower, followed by a couple of episodes of The Office, how’s that sound?”

    “Which version?”

    “UK. Obviously.”

    You made a face. “UK? Fuck off.”

    Roger shook his head. “The UK version is the original and it’s better. Everyone says they like the US version more, but have you even tried watching the UK one?”

    “No,” you said. “Why bother? It’s not as good.”

    “How a few of each, then? We can decide which is better that way.”

    You narrowed your eyes at him. “Fine. But I won’t be convinced.”

    “We’ll see.” Roger hopped up off the couch, and you reached forward to give his ass a slap. He threw his middle finger up at you, both of you laughing, and then he headed off to the bathroom.

    Your eyes fell on the phone across the room. Neither Roger nor Brian had seemed to mind too much that the other one had been fairly heavily involved while you’d gotten off. In fact, they’d both seemed to enjoy it.

    Hm. Maybe not worth thinking about too much.

    You glanced towards the bathroom as you heard the shower turn on.

    Or maybe it was worth thinking about a bit more.