#been kinda dead lately ngl

[emily-mooon]

Imagine if Stacey and Neil actually met in high school except they didn’t go to the same school: they met through Kid Chameleon.

One night, Scott brings Stacey to one of their shows and it just so happens that Stephanie (or Steph) brought Neil with her.

Since they were both the youngest people there (Neil’s 17, Stacey’s 16 till December), they decided to talk to each other and they hit it off.

Stacey also develops a bit of a crush on Neil and would always ask Scott if Steph was going to bring her brother with her again, as she wanted to see him and didn’t know if there was another way.

Then one morning, she discovers that they take the same TTC bus and from then on they talk before and after school and become sorta friends. At this point, Neil also starts developing a crush on her.

Things stayed like that for about two months until Neil and his mom moved places (as I agree with the headcanon that the Nordegraf siblings have divorced parents) so they would no longer take the same bus in the morning or after school. They still have Kid Chameleon shows to meet up and talk at right? Ha ha wrong cause at New Years, the famous break up between Scott and Envy happens which in turn, also breaks up the band.

That whole break up was the nail in the coffin that strained Neil and Stacey’s kinda friendship. They didn’t have the others phone number cause they were both too shy to ask and also cause they both kept forgetting.

There also wasn’t a whole ton of opportunities to ask either of their siblings for their phone numbers so they just gave up and went on with their lives.

But then why didn’t they recognize the other in the like three times there were in the same room together? Easy answer: Stacey was distracted by everything around her to even notice Neil, who in turn, was slowly disappearing into the crowd and fully did by the time it was Lisa’s going away dinner.

So when they see each other again properly at the Chaos Theater, something clicks and they fall back into where they once were two years ago. To them it felt like a decade, but no it was just two years. They catch up on what they missed in the others lives on the walk home.

After that these dorks start dating cause the feelings were still there, just buried deep, left dormant, and forgotten. They came back but slightly different as people change.

[withleeknow]

[tyunphoria]

🌪️it’s a scream, BABY ! — h.js

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⚠️NSFW CONTENT⚠️

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ghostface!han jisung x reader

SYPNOSIS: when you thought you finally escaped that psycho who calls himself ghostface . . . think again. he always finds you.

INCLUDES: AFAB reader, ex!bf han jisung, pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc.), slight angst near the end if you squint, SMUTTT, aftercare, ngl kinda rushed oops.

WARNINGS: obsessive behaviour, threatening, mentions of death and murders, han having slight yandere tendencies, DOM!han, fingering, hair pulling, dacryphilia, praise, implied voice kink, knife play, fear play, finger-sucking, rough sex ig idk, begging.

wc: 3.7k

You approach the front door with relief, the aches in your feet swelling after a long day. "I'm home," you call out wearily.

Silence responds. No clattering of dishes from the kitchen, no muffled music from upstairs. Just the low whine of machinery emanating from somewhere.

Frowning, you kick off your heels, biting your lip against the sting of fresh blisters forming at the back of your ankles. Your shoulders slump as you drop onto the couch, its faded pattern doing little to lift your spirits.

Wincing, you massage the ache from your feet, inspecting the angry skin stretched tight over your swollen heels. Exhaustion seeps into your bones as the steady hum of the fan fades into the background. You lean your head back, eyes drifting shut against the gathering gloom. Slipping off your shoes was the first victory of what promises to be a long night ahead.

Laundry, mopping the floor, cleaning out the cupboards; fuck it, that can wait till tomorrow morning.

Sliding the uniform jacket from your shoulders, you sigh with the release of tension. The cool air hits your skin as you unbutton your work blouse, revealing a tank top beneath.

You adjust your skirt, glad to be free of the restrictive waistband and back into casual clothes. Glancing at the clock, you let out a sigh. Your roommate must be still working out late again. So much for a promised and well deserved girl’s night.

For now, though, you tune out the noise and settle further into the couch. Remote in hand, you aimlessly scroll through TV options in search of a mindless distraction. Anything to pull your exhausted mind from the drudgery of the day.

2 years, you frown.

It’s been two years since you’ve moved to seoul after the ghostface attacks from your hometown. You were lucky enough to survive, but the price of your survival was steep. It entailed enduring the loss of friends and family.

Till this day, it’s still a mystery as to who the killer was. Rather, killers as some people theorize.

But you know who he is.

You knew ghostface all too well.

How could you not ? He was the man you once loved and cared for. Until he went batshit insane and claimed to only be doing what’s best for the both of you by killing anyone who came in between your relationship.

You can’t tell the police. You can’t tell anyone. If his name happens to get leaked in the public, you’re the first person he’d go for.

“Stop thinking about him,” you groan, rubbing your temples. He’s probably dead in a ditch somewhere, why stress over it ? You settle on the news channel instead as you slump further into the couch.

“We interrupt your regular programming with breaking news. This is Lee Dae-suk reporting live from the scene. Just moments ago, authorities received a distress call by a janitor from HYBE Co.” you quickly sit up from your seat as you hear these words. That’s where you worked . . .

“Upon arrival, they discovered a chilling scene that has left investigators and the community in shock,” the reporter continues on with how there were two victims from your workplace suffering from injury and were rushed to the er, and the other two were found dead. “. . . the initials G.F. were carved on their chests. Detectives suspect that this traces back to the ghostface attacks of 2021 in [hometown]. We advise all citizens of seoul to be on high alert for potential suspects. Law enforcement officials advises everyone to stay indoors no longer than nine.

We will keep our viewers informed as this case unfolds. We now return to your regular scheduled programming brought to you by—“

You grab the remote and quickly shut off the tv.

“Shit, please f/n, answer your phone,” you gnaw on your nails whilst pacing around the living room. If this is the same ghostface, he must’ve followed you. It would be all your fault for leading him here. The thought makes you sick.

You dial her number again with shaking hands, desperate for an answer.

“Hey—“

“F/n!”

“you’ve reached f/n’s voice mail ! i’ll call you back when—“

“Fuck !” You exclaimed, throwing your phone onto the couch in frustration. The worry and fear is eating you alive. You try calling again and again, each unanswered ring twisting the knot of anxiety in your stomach tighter. With a sigh of defeat, you finally slump down on the couch, cradling your head in your hands.

"She'll be fine...she has to be fine," you say quietly to yourself, taking a slow, steadying breath. But before you can fully calm your racing mind, your phone suddenly rings, the sound jolting through you. Your heart leaps into your throat as you don’t bother checking the caller ID before picking it up with trembling hands.

“Hello ? F/n ?”

- “hey, baby.”

replied a deep, gravelly, modulated voice.

- “miss me ?”

Your breath hitched as you froze. A shiver ran down your spine as your eyes flicker to the open blinds.

“Ghostface.” You acknowledge. From the other line, you could hear him click his tongue in disapproval.

- “I prefer the nickname ‘darling’.”

“What the fuck do you want, Jisung ?” You tried not to show any signs of fear but the slight tremble in your voice says so otherwise.

“What ? Aren’t you gonna go ask me what my favourite scary movie is ?” You made your way in the kitchen as your hand inched to grab a knife.

- “I have a better question. Do you like games, y/n ?”

You pass your index finger between the various knives on the rack, fingers wrapping around the biggest handle.

“Fuck you.”

Jisung can be heard chuckling. His laugh made your stomach twist. What sick bastard thinks all of this is just a game ?

- “Even with that knife in your hand, you’re still as beautiful as ever. And the look of fear in your face ? It’s fucking hot, baby . . .”

You feel your heart starting to race as you flinch and turn around, all your senses now activated.

- “Tell me, are you gonna stab poor ol’ ghostface with that knife ? You aren’t any better from me, y/n.”

He was taunting you and you knew that.

You end the call after telling him that he could go fuck himself before rushing over to the windows and locking them shut. Same goes for the door as well while you clutch the edge of the dinner table as if your body were threatening to collapse.

The phone vibrates in your hand, except this time it wasn’t a call but a notification from the unknown number.

Your hands begin to shake once again as you huff and puff to regain composure, clicking on the notification to reveal a video.

A video of f/n entering her car.

You jumped at another vibration. He’s trying to call you again. The whole situation was frustrating — not only were you scared as shit, also a bit agitated with how he wasn’t just threatening you but your loved ones as well.

You peer down the halls, silently peeking at every room. When you finally accept the call, your heart drops at his words.

- “Hang up on me again, I dare you. I’ll mail this bitch’s head at your door, don’t fucking test me, y/n.”

The violence of his threat burned your eyes but you had no choice but to swallow back your tears. You’d just have to listen, so no one else got hurt. You can’t bear losing anyone—not again . .

“Jisung,” you close your eyes as a shuddered breath escapes your lips. “I’ll listen. I’ll do anything you want, okay ? Just please, don’t hurt anyone.”

He slightly softens at your pleas. Jisung still loves you, with all his heart and he wishes for nothing more than to go back to how things used to be. But he knew better than that, he's already far too deep to return with how he used to be.

- “Such a good girl for me . . . See how easy it is to obey ?”

Despite the fear, you cursed at the way he still had an affect on you. Somewhere in him, it’s still the same Han Jisung you’ve grown to love. The feelings you’ve stored away after all these years were beginning to resurface, and you were ashamed to admit it.

- “hm, what game, what game . . . Have you ever heard of the game hot and cold ?”

You nod, clutching the phone tighter. Words were stuck in your throat and you knew he could see you though he seemed to be dissatisfied.

- “Use your words, beautiful.”

His nicknames are starting to trigger a reaction that you hadn’t expected and felt so guilty. Heat spreads through your body, and shamefully enough, between your legs.

“I have,” you stammer.

- “Alright. Here’s the deal; find me and all of this’ll be over. I’ll leave you alone. Sounds like a plan ?” It seems all too good to be true. Find him and then what ? Will you have to just trust his word and believe that you’ll be finally left alone ?

- “Better start looking, I’m getting impatient here, princess.”

After a few minutes, neither of you spoke. The silence is weighing heavily down on your shoulders. The thought of not knowing where he is and him being able to pop out and slice you at any moment now increased your degree of fear. You walk out of the living room and open your roommate’s door, switching the light on.

- “cold.”

You grumble in response and made your way to your own bed room, eyes landing on the doors of your closet. Hands inching closer to the handles, you hear his breathing become more erratic making you pause.

- “Why’d you stop, baby ? Perhaps I’m in there.”

Your hands trembled as you grab the handles of your closet and pulled it wide open with eyes closed. To your surprise, he wasn’t there.

- “keep looking, sweetheart.” He laughs tauntingly. “Remember, this isn’t some cliche horror movie. The closet, really ?”

- “What's next ? The basement ?”

“Fuck you !” You didn’t wanna play this game anymore. By the time you found him, you’d be dead from a heart attack.

You exit your room and keep walking.

- “still cold.”

Sighing in annoyance, you head for the opposite direction, about to pass the bathroom till he spoke.

- “warmer.”

Taking a deep breath, the door creaks open as you step inside, flicking the light switch on. You inch closer to the shower curtain, letting out a tiny whimper.

- “You’re getting so warm. Very good, baby.”

You never had a thing for praise till now and let me just say that shit made your knees buckle. You wish you could just tell him to stop messing with you, the whole situation itself was already confusing enough.

- “Now you’re boiling.”

You grip the shower curtain and throw it open.

Nothing.

Absolutely, nothing.

“Bastard,” you groan. “Show yourself, asshole ! I’ll beat the shit out of you !“

- “hey now, no need to get violent. Keep talking to me like that and I’ll fuck that attitude out of you,” han spat.

“I’m done with your shit. Grow a pair and come at me, why don’t you ?” You held your phone tightly in your hand you could’ve crushed it. You head to the kitchen and grab a glass of water to soothe your dry throat. You laugh in realization, “I doubt you’re even here. God, I’m so stupid. I can’t believe I fell for it. How else could you send the video if her work’s like miles and miles away ?”

- “you asked for it. No backing out, ‘kay babe ?”

You pause. “What ?”

You immediately drop the glass along with your phone as a gloved hand reaches from behind to clasp over your mouth. Letting out a muffled scream, you thrash in his grasp, reaching to grab the knife from the counter but his free hand swiftly takes hold of both of your wrists and binding them behind your back as the masked man hunches you over the counter.

“Surprise, y/n.”

Tears blur your vision with your screams and whimpers getting muffled by jisung’s glove. He lets go, giving you some time to catch your breath.

“Let go, jisung !”

He inhales audibly, bringing you tight against him. “Scared, sweetheart ? I know you want this as much as I do . . . Think I didn’t notice the way you were practically soaking wet with just my voice ?” His hips push forward and the massive shape of his hard cock makes you weak. “Such a naughty, naughty girl.”

The unwelcome throb between your legs is spreading through your abdomen. A moan threatens to leave your mouth but you manage to bite your lip. His hand inches lower, slipping through the waistband of your shorts, clenching your thighs to refrain from giving him access.

“Open those legs for me, pretty girl,” he clicks his tongue, getting impatient.

“Burn in hell.”

With that little comment, he rips off your shorts along with your lacy panties. A new complaint comes from the back of your throat and you start to squirm and thrash again, unconsciously moving your ass against his clothed cock to push him away.

He snickers, keeping you pinned on the counter. “Impatient, are we ?” He lifts his robe and tugs his sweatpants down. Han jerks you back against him, pulling you off the counter and holding you tight against his hard dick.

“I missed you,” he rips his mask off, trailing kissing along your neck while he taps the flat of the knife against your cheek. “So fucking much . . .”

“What do you want ?” You gulp, melting in his tight embrace. God, you missed this. You missed him.

“You.” He rolls his eyes, “thought it was pretty obvious, but guess i have to spell it out.”

Han lightly trails the tip of the knife down your cleavage and stomach, applying more pressure afterwards to slice your tank top open. The cold air hitting your hardened nipples and the knife lightly dragging along your breasts made you gasp and arch your back against him.

He teases your cunt with the handle, dragging the object along your folds as he circles your clit with it. “Like that, sweetheart ?”

You moan as he smiles at the cry he drew from you.

“Use your words, baby,”

You took a shaky breath, hips swaying. “Fuck you, han jisung.”

He plasters on an amused smile as he shoves the handle in your cunt.

“I really gotta fix that nasty attitude of yours.” He says, taking his glove off.

He replaces the handle with his fingers, gently curling them as he moves it in and out your sopping pussy. You draw out a long whine, legs trembling and you could barely keep yourself up. “Oh god…. Fuck, jisung….”

The cute noises you were making encourages him to keep going as he picks up the pace, thrusting his fingers harder and deeper.

His other hand reaches up and closes his fist around your throat, scissoring his fingers inside of you. You’re reaching for logic, for dignity, but everywhere there’s only him.

Your moans were getting louder and louder at each plunge of his fingers, deciding ‘fuck it’ since it felt too good to stop now. His thumb pressed your clit in a delicious way which brought a familiar sensation in your lower belly. The coil in your stomach tightens painfully.

Han grins at this, knowing you were close.

He purposely pulls his fingers out before your release, suddenly feeling empty as a long string of curses and whines spill from your lips.

“Seriously ? Literally what the fuck—“

Han silences you by pushing the two fingers into your mouth.

His fingers skillfully venture deeper into your throat. The slight pressure causes you to choke momentarily, a mix of vulnerability and exhilaration flooding your senses. Your lips form a tight seal around his fingers, tongue swirling and sucking on them as the primal desire to please him fuels your actions while you greedily lapped your tongue.

His mouth, warm and eager, delicately explored the tender flesh of your neck beneath his lips. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, breath hitching in anticipation as he lines himself up against your entrance.

Moaning, you can’t help but impatiently grind against him

“What’s wrong baby ?” Han releases his fingers from your mouth as you gasp for air. “want my cock instead ?”

You nod eagerly.

His grip on your hip tightens as he tugs your hair back, eliciting a curt hiss from your hips. “Words, y/n.”

“Yes . . Please, I want you so bad, please fuck me.”

“Good girl.” He wastes no time sheathing and snapping himself inside of you, his thrust knocking the wind out of your lungs. He swears quietly, feeling how soft your walls were pulsing around him — warm and perfect, everything he missed over the past few years. You choke on your words, eyes fogging with tears as you slur out random sentences.

He grunts, starting off slow. “Thought I stretched you out pretty good but you’re still so goddamn tight. When was the last time you fucked someone, pretty baby ?”

Han deepens his strokes but keeps a teasingly slow pace. “Pl—Please, Jisung-ah …. go faster.” You sniffle, pathetically begging for his cock at this point. It hurt too much. You needed him more than ever.

“Where's the girl who was telling me to burn in hell a couple of minutes ago ?” He laughs and grabs your jaw to turn and face him, “you look better so needy for me like that . . Now, answer my question.” A groan leaves your mouth as his grip gets tighter.

“Since you left !” You sob as he rocks his hips faster, quickly fucking into your heat. “I haven’t found anyone as good as you, jisung-ah—“

He grins, roughly pinning you down on the counter. It was the answer he exactly wanted to hear.

You gasp as he hits a particularly sensitive spot, beginning to see stars as he brings a hand around to the front, running a finger against your swollen clit.

Moving inside of you at a nearly brutal pace, as you feel your release come closer and closer. He feels it too with the way you tighten around him. “M’cumming,” you whine, but he doesn’t stop. Then you came, walls clenching around him as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your legs tremble under the intensity, tapping on his arm for him to let you breathe for a second.

His hands grab your waist and uses it as leverage to thrust into you, leaving you little to no time to at least catch your breath. You try to speak but another one of his hard thrusts trigger a loud moan.

“Doing so well for me, baby. Think you can cum a second time ?” You moan brokenly, unable to respond. Your tongue hangs from your swollen lips and your throat feels dry. You never expected being fucked silly by the one and only han jisung ever again but here we are. You feel selfish for not wanting it to end and for wanting to be with him again.

He pulls you up and flips you around, hungrily smashing his lips against yours as if he’s been waiting to finally taste and have you all to himself for decades.

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“I hate you,” you groan as he lays you down on the soft mattress of your bed. “so fucking much.” Han only ever grins in response as he wipes away the cum trickling down your inner thighs.

You can barely move. You can’t even twitch a single finger.

Your limbs were sore and it was all his fault.

Summoning the last ounce of strength within you, you deliver a knee to his abdomen, eliciting a deep grunt from his lips. A look of mild annoyance crosses his face as he settles down beside you, encircling your waist with his strong arm. He presses his face into the soft curve of your neck, his fingertips tracing soothing circles along the tender flesh of your thighs.

“I missed you,”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry.”

You didn’t respond to that.

Suddenly, your lips meet in a sweet collision, a mingling of desire and longing. The taste of anticipation linger on your tongues as Han’s kisses began soft and tender, gentle brushes of lips that convey a depth of emotion words could never capture. With each meeting of your mouths, your passion ignites, growing more fervent, more urgent.

His hand cradles your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your jawline, while your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the ardor of your embrace. Your mouths moved in perfect synchronicity, exploring and claiming, as if they were trying to memorize every contour, every taste.

The moment is abruptly shattered by the piercing wail of police sirens echoing just outside the house. Panic grips your heart, forcing you to acknowledge the harsh reality that the person you love is still a criminal; a killer.

With a heavy sigh, he gently drapes the covers over your form, shielding you from the impending chaos. Reluctantly, he pulls himself away, but not without leaving a lingering kiss upon your trembling lips, as if to imprint his love upon you, even in the face of uncertainty.

"Y/n?!" A familiar voice calls out from outside, the voice of your roommate.

His lips press against your forehead, his touch both comforting and fleeting. Your fingers instinctively cling to his sleeve, desperately trying to hold onto the moments you have shared.

"Wait, Jisung..." you plead, your voice laced with apprehension and longing. Your thumbs nervously fiddle with each other, betraying the whirlwind of emotions swirling within you.

A mischievous smile plays upon his lips as he leans closer, his voice a whispered reassurance. "Will you come back?" The thought of losing him again scared you.

"It isn’t that easy to get rid of me," he smiles cheekily as he opens the window sill, "Don't miss me too much.

“Remember, whether you like it or not, I'll always find you."

a/n: the amount of times ive watched all of the scream movies (esp 1, 4, and 6) is not healthy</3

also, han jisung brain rot wkjanjanw

this was honestly supposed to be a two part with minsung but i decided against it idk kinda wanna do more ghostface aus with ateez or something

like im boutta write some ethan landry x readers cus lemme js say 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

[cuntry-r0ckst4r]

"2 AM and I'm Cursing Your Name" ~ (jake peralta x reader's version)

sum! "Reader got home way too late and the Jake has been pacing and worrying all night..."

tw! arguing, idk jake

uhhhh idk how i feel abt this mixed feelings ngl, kinda short too

You and Jake had been fighting for just stupid things for a little bit now. It never was super important and you would just make up 30 minutes later. Not this time though.

This time it was a stupid argument, because Jake was being stupid. He fought a dangerous criminal without backup and not only that, his gun fell out in the car. Not only was this dangerous but he got away.

The two of you were upset about different things when it came to this situation, but you both agreed you were upset.

"Can we drop this? I'm still trying to catch a criminal, ya know my job?" Jake said, peeved.

You could only roll your eyes and reply snarkily, "I am literally trying to tell you about my concerns for your job! But why would you care? You don't listen!"

He returned the same eye roll, "The same concerns that I quite literally have heard all week possibly? Those concerns?"

You couldn't respond with anything other than a scoff/laugh. Absolutely speechless. Sorry you don't want him dead? Why doesn't he listen?! Why is he so stubborn?!

Your grabbed your purse, your phone, and your keys before leaving. You went out the front door without a word in reply to him. You were so pissed off you couldn't physically be around him, so you just left. You'd be back before you went to sleep, but you wouldn't tell him that.

You could hear him get half way through your name before you shut the door, calling you to come back.

He noticed you had turned your location off, so he wouldn't follow you. You stubborn bastard.

You were just walking around Brooklyn for a while, besides the smells, you forgot how pretty New York can be at night. You saw the sunset and then the buildings lit up once it was dark. You got a few pictures of it. You got some snacks while you were out, street meat and what not. But you wanted to go back home. Even though that was gonna take another hour to get home.

You got some fast food before arriving home, your favorite order and Jake's. You still loved him and wanted him to eat. You know he won't eat if he feels like something is genuinely wrong. He'll focus on fixing that rather than eating.

You got home, food and drinks in hand, walking in the front door. You saw him pacing around the living room, phone in hand, before he realised you were there.

"Babe, look I didn't understand why you were so upset until I imagined it was you. I imagined you going in without backup and without your gun and it scared me. I'm sorry and you're not in the wrong, okay? Please don't be mad at me" He blabbed out.

You started smiling halfway through his sentence, "i brought food for us?"

You held up the bag as you talked, showing proof.

He smiled back at you and grabbed the drinks from you to make it easier to carry.

You guys ate together while watching a movie. Once you both finished your food you ended up cuddling, accidentally, while watching the movie.

"I'm sorry I was sorta a jackass," You say barely above a whisper, "I was just mad that you did something that dumb and didn't seem to care"

He nodded, "I know. It's okay, I'm not mad."

[mikaelsrose]

some thoughts and theories on abh so far

Both Raphael and Mikael's touch is said to be cold while David's is hot

If anyone has any theories about who the guys' superiors could be, please share because I have no idea.

I'm 1000% certain that the guys don't really live at the agency.

The mansion possessed a most unusual trait: if its residents weren't actively seeking you out, it was nearly impossible to find them yourself."

Moreover, I think MC was going somewhere and mentioned again that the house was empty.

"Our father went missing. I believe he's dead" - this actually makes me think the father they talk about isn't God.

This could be a red herring but the man who approaches MC at the club could be involved in the murder. His glassy eyes ("but he didn't look drunk") are definitely a hint and his hot-tempered personality make him very suspicious. "He looked around quiclkly," his outfit is rather out of place at this club, he's pushy and insistent. I found some info that glassy eyes could mean lifeless eyes and when you look at this dude, it's.......plausible (kinda kidding, kinda idk. He just looks suspicious)

I believe they all don't truly grasp the concept of emotions. Mikael doesn't really care about the clients + don't understand the concept of grief, David has no empaty for the deceased. Idk about Cas, and Raphael could be the one able to understand emotions (or he's just good at pretending and/or he feels the emotions his interlocutors do)

As for MC - I think the guys had sth to do with her patient going beserk and her ending up at Astrea. It's just a hunch, I don't have any proof, but they obviously need her for something, and I wouldn't be surprised if Mikael already knew she lost her medical licence.

Mikael:

Cheeky if you pay attention - even during the interview in ch 1 he laughs at MC's poor attempt of touching him under a really weak excuse (can't blame her though); "a playful spark flashed in his eyes," "sly smile" so he's not as stuck up as it looks at the first glance lol

Physically: a picture of Renaissance beauty, it is constantly stated he's very graceful and charismatic. MC also says he's very fit and has prominent muscles (which is surprising "for someone in his position); "stately figure"; statue chiseled out of marble".

He's Not a doctor, but yet heals. In ch. 4 he 1000% sucked the poison out of MC body, and I believe so not only because of what he says but also from the way his eyes look. He also says "I've never had a chance to heal mental wounds" which implies he's been healing for a long time.

David:

Could be far reaching and I formulate this theory mainly because I've been watching too much Supernatural lately, but I believe he's some type of a demon.

He's very confident and he "never loses" as a lawyer, so he's either very very good or able to influence people somehow.

MC obviously didn't end up in Astrea by accident, and she's the MC so she must be somehow special, so it makes me think David constantly calling her a witch isn't without a reason. Ch. 3: "don't admit to anyone in the village that you're a witch, either." Could be just a joke though.

Also the fact he was extremely friendly towards MC is suspicious, almost as if he tried to influence her to stay at all cost.

"It's impossible to get enough of me"

After the murder: "he's like a doctor who has seen death so many times that he hardly feels it anymore"

We learn his father lost his mind because he sold his soul. I've yet to come to any conclusions on this ngl.

Raphael:

I think he takes people's emotions onto himself and makes emotions come to the surface in people. Ch. 3: "Raphael approched the man, and the man's eyes filled with tears."

General:

Felonia emphasising that the guys treat MC differently, kindly and friendly. During the meeting in chapter 3, Mikael is cold and impartial when he talks to Fel

David: "You're so hash, Mikael"

"Only constant effort can attract his attention and make him believe that you deserve another chance" so the question is - who's he?

Felonia: "They're not villains, but they're not exactly heroes either. They have a mission and will go to any lengths necessary to complete it"

Mikael knows about the nightmares MC has and the dream we saw at the beginning of the book is definitely an answer to one of the big mysteries of the book, imo we'll learn what it means at the end of season 1 and it'll be the first supernatural thing we witness (although I'm not entirely sure because of how the last chapter ended)

Mikael: "Everyone's terribly worried about you" - why? They're not that close. They're worried because she's crucial to their plan.

My take is that Raph and Mikael are (arch)angels. Possibly fallen angels or at least angels who fucked up and are being punished. I'm not sure about Raphael, but if Mikael is the Angel Michael then he's the God's commander - his strict, controlled character, the fact he's the director of the agency then it kind of makes sense he;s so harsh to Felonia who seems to have seriously fucked up? He doesn't like disobedience.

Quora (don't judge me lol): "His power is believed to come from his closeness to God and his unwavering commitment to righteousness and the defeat of evil."

"The sword and shield are used today to represent a cutting of cords or energies that no longer serve and protecting us from harm. Michael can help in healing and repairing our energies where trauma, grief, past lives or karmic debts are holding us back from our true potential in this life. He will then work with Archangel Raphael to replace the negative energy, emotions, worries, doubts, physical ailments with positive vibrations. Michael will cleanse your entire being both the physical and spiritual."

@agattthaa mentioned that God is kind only to humans, he's not a good father to angels because he isn't present or forgiving to them; God forgives humans, but when angels make mistakes they fall from grace. Just a food for thought.

I'm curious about others' thoughts and theories. I just wanted to put all this together to sort it in my head as well.

Tagging @raleigh-edward 🫧

[jikagu]

can i request some fluff please 🙏 just like to fluffiest fluff that you can fluff

maybe a sick reader who is going through it? ie light headed, nausea (no vom or anything but just like a queesy stomach)

preferably with blue lock but u can do whoever!!! idrc who from bllk but maybe chigiri or ego if you dont have anyone else in mind!!

LOVE YA!

pairing: chigiri x reader, ego x reader, isagi x reader

summary: the boys reacting to when you're sick/under the weather

notes: silly little headcanons :] sorry ive been dead lately lmfao maybe ill get more active

CHIGIRI

this boy felt awful when he got you sick, i mean, he warned you.

you would take care of him but truth be told, he didn't really know what to do when you were sick.

when ever you would ask for something, he would make sure to double the amount just for you!

he's so protective over you its crazyy, if anyone were to enter your room he'd immediately tell them to get out.

he doesn't care if he gets sick again, he just wants cuddles with you.

"feeling better?" chigiri murmured in the crook if your neck, just embracing himself in your smell. you smiled at him, this is exactly what you needed and wanted.

you asked him to hold you after he insisted he was staying with you. you tried to get him out of your room because you'd feel so bad if you got him sick, AGAIN

"mhm," you started falling asleep before you felt chigiri get up, waking you up very fast. he disappeared to grab something and he came back with ice cream.

"i forgot to show you what i got for you!" he grinned, setting it aside on the table as you rose up.

"open up!" chigiri said, getting a spoonful before you flushed red. you opened your mouth before chigiri took your chin and dumped the icecream in your mouth. it was.. your favorite flavor, he just—knows so much about you, he takes care of you, what more could you ask for?

you started crying, holding the boy tightly.

"i love you so much, baby."

EGO

as much as he hates to admit it, he needs to be close to you 24/7.

so when he found out you were sick, he just ignored you when you told him to stay away.

your sniffles were kind of cute to him, he wasn't sure but he knows he loves everything about you.

he kinda lowkey always asked if you needed something, anything at all.

he had to leave for a bit to help the boys with something, it was pretty late too.

"i'm back love," ego calmly said, opening the door to your room, only to see you fast asleep. a smile adorned his face as he set the stuff he had in his hands down by the door.

he stared at you while you were asleep, you just seemed so peaceful and adorable, he was so lucky to have you.

he got into bed with you, holding you tightly against him. he peppered you with kisses, closing his eyes and drifting asleep with you.

ISAGI

he stopped showing up to practice when you got sick.

ego yelled at him and told him practice was more important

isagi got really pissed, but that was a story for later

he babied you like crazy, it was also cute in a way

he would ask his friends to run errands for him just so he could stay by you

"bachira please, just once—it's for my girl." "fine."

"baby, don't get up—i'll get it." isagi grinned, he just loved to spoil you and make sure you know you're his pride and joy. he would do ANYTHING FOR YOU. the definition of golden retriever boy ngl. if you'd need to get up to do anything, he'd have already grabbed it for you.

if he notices you sneezing, he'd of already grabbed the tissues. if you wanted to nap, he's already in bed with you and cuddling you. he always puts you first instead of soccer, you're his priority.

"oh, i bought you your favorite sweets!" he said, getting up to grab the bag of many sweets and candies.

[lildoodlenoodle]

Not to be That Bitch but I’ve seen people talking about this so,,,

Who is actually most likely to die in BTSV?

Yep, yikes I’m going there. Again all theories so I’m open to conversation/opinions on this!

Jessica - She’s not gonna die. There’s no way. Spiderverse is known for breaking boundaries but they aren’t going to kill a pregnant woman.

Miles - Again spiderverse is known for breaking boundaries so killing a protagonist is not outside of their range but I do not think they can kill Miles because of how integral he is to the trilogy and general synergy with comics and video games. Miles is too important of a character outside of this film in a monetary and societal way for them to kill him off in my opinion. He is the character that people associate with ‘Anyone can wear the mask’

Peter B. - The man has a baby. They aren’t gonna kill him. It just isn’t gonna happen. Nor will they kill said baby.

Hobie - They won’t do it. I love him but I don’t think his death would be enough of a catalyst or whatever. Like I just can’t see it. Not to say he isn’t important to the story but with the role he takes on, his death wouldn’t make sense.

Ben Reilly - I’m not even sure he’s currently alive lol. Gwen broke his watch and then tossed him into a random ass dimension. He’s probably fine… He’s fine.

Noir - unlikely. It wouldn’t have the emotional impact a death would need in the next movie. If, for whatever reason, multiple members of the team die then I could see it, but just him? No.(either way bro’s been resurrected multiple times in the comics, he’s fine.)

Ham - ok I could see it, but only in the comedy angel wings ‘death’ way. Like it wouldn’t be real, it’d be a gag.

Peni - ugh I can kinda see this ngl. She was the only member of team B we saw in the society and had a speaking role. Maybe I’m jaded but doesn’t bode well for a young female character… she will most likely be fine though.

Pavitr - People have said it and I do understand it. I don’t think they’ll do it but I could see it happening in a couple of different ways. His death would have be a perfect mid-late movie catalyst simply because of the parallels between him and Miles, ‘being spiderman is easy!’, and inspector Singh and Gayatri ‘escaping’ death. Will be crying in the theatre.

The Spot - I’m 50/50 on this. Like he could totally be too far gone where the only way out is him imploding but also he just wanted attention 😢

Gwen - God I can see this happening. I really hope it doesn’t but,,, Specifically, her saving Miles or one of his parents and that somehow being it for her. Her home storyline is tied up, her only remaining loose thread is with Miles, and once that’s done her ‘arc’ is over, and also the foreshadowing. Like if it happens that’s how it’s gonna happen and it’ll parallel when Miles was saving inspector Singh and that moment where we can’t see him god,,,,,,

Miguel - I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I don’t know what they are going to do with this man by the end of the next movie. Dude has put his whole being into his canon events theory, cause remember he genuinely believes or is in heavy denial about this. I don’t think being visually proven wrong will fix anything for him. I genuinely believe it’ll destroy him. I could definitely see him dying in the next movie by saving Miles/his dad in some desperate attempt to do the right thing, or taking down the spot with him type thing.

Jeff - Look, we all know it’s a possibility. It’s like algorithmically predestined, so it definitely could happen and I wouldn’t be surprised necessarily. But do I actually think it will happen? No. It’s too built up, especially with Miles going to 42 where his dad IS dead.

Rio - I’m gonna be so honest, she’s more likely to die than Jeff. SORRY! She’s the one that dies in the comics, she’s the one alive in 42, and she has that big speech about Miles not being with her any more and to look out for himself for her. I really hope they don’t do it, I really hope cause I will sob in the theatre but if one of Mile’s parents is going to die, it’ll be Rio.

[hana-no-seiiki]

Saw that post you made a little bit ago and was hit with an idea (ow)

A yandere that tries so damn hard to hold themselves back from crossing boundaries because while their love is, in fact, incredibly twisted and probably unhinged, they do love their darling. Hearing that Darling never had anyone respect them the way they deserved really grinded their gears. So the Yandere asks for permission before giving hugs, kisses, ect.

Is it out of genuine respect? Is a ploy/plot to gain Darling's affection a bit faster? Up to you, I'm very tired. I'll also let you decide how successful the Yandere is at Not Crossing Boundaries

My yans in general are yans because they have no sense of boundaries, do not care about these boundaries, or expect you to have no boundaries because they have none themselves.

I think the only yans in my roster that will definitely respect that in a direct sort of manner are the Midnight Darling (Yan! College) ones. Purely because the reader there is at the top of the foodchain and they have a system for organization’s sake. Most of them would still stalk you, or ‘feel’ you indirectly by taking your stuff. But if you ever voiced it out, they’ll make sure that no one messes with the lines you’ve set.

That being said, they do expect a reward and will very much coax it out of you if not outright force it if enough time has passed by that they get impatient.

Try not to implicate who didn’t respect your boundaries, unless you want them dead or humiliated to death. Though I do see them hunting your family members down since that’s where stuff like that usually happens eitherway (totally not speaking from personal experience h a h a)

Particularly speaking, Justin (Yan! Jock) is actually the best at keeping his hands to himself. He’s great at adjusting. You just have to not tick him off or intentionally provoke him and he’d basically do whatever you wish. He cares more for how he can serve you rather than how you can reciprocate his feelings.

Amir is also very good at respecting your boundaries. Physically speaking at the very least. He is incredibly bad at verbal boundaries and can easily say something real bad at the worst times, but he does apologize and feels awful afterwards. He does awkwardly hover over you sometimes and is too shy to ask for permission, so you have to read him yourself to know when to ply him with kisses.

The worst for respecting your boundaries would be Yichen (Yan! Himbo)

What are boundaries? You’ve been bros for forever! Friends don’t have boundaries! You guys should always be open to each other! And y’know what he’s been feeling rather pent up lately. Won’t you be a dear and jerk him off as you sit prettily on his lap?

God while his is more innocent in nature, there’s also someone I haven’t written specifically here yet but have been brainrotting in dms w/ @not-a-bot-just-shy . Caterpillar (Yan! Ex Goon/Now-A-Villain) who just doesn’t care entirely. You’re hers whether you like it or not. Who are you to set boundaries when she owns you? Possessions don’t have rights much less should have the ability to say no.

She’s very similar to The Scientist (it’s in the name) who doesn’t even see you as human. Reader in that story is a monster so it makes sense but 🤷‍♂️ i dunno sounds kinda fucked up-

but yeah, a lot of my ocs are crap at it ngl. They’re needy sluts.

[pangtasias-atelier]

A Blueberry Surprise

The very first commission done! This short little story involving Gri/ss and a blueberry Bou/cheron was done for my buddy @fillip003

I haven't done much blueberry inflation but I do kinda like it ngl especially for fe guys

“Hmm? What’s all this?”  The veil of darkness offered by the waning crescent moon high above them broken up by a scant few lit candles waiting for him, Boucheron stares at the unexpected sight in front of him.

“Thank you for helping me with that corrupted thief,” The note awaiting him reads, the signature underneath it the delicately neat cursive usual of Alear’s. A freshly baked pie in front of him, the dessert is massive as it fills up most of the table, the massive pastry seemingly made with the largest pie dish in the Somniel —if not all of Elyos. The sugary aroma wafts as it struggles to maintain its intoxicatingly inviting warmth in the near dead of night. 

And Boucheron sits at the table. His growling stomach, demanding something to sate itself with such a treat tauntingly placed in front of him. “I guess I haven’t been too quiet about my late night snacks,” He whispers to himself before cutting into the pie with the provided cutlery, the dessert easily giving into the sharp knife.

Unbeknownst to Boucheron, his gifter waits for him outside, Griss spying on him through the window. “Why pretend to be so coy?” Griss flashes a grin at him. Sharp canine teeth gleam in the dead of the night, the flickering red glow of the candle melding with his bright red tattoos and piercing eyes as he watches from afar. “You always sneak food from the Cafe Terrace. You even have a nice little paunch to show for it,” He mutters to himself as he covers his mouth. His eyes shift downward at the bit of a tummy Boucheron sports. The lowest button is strained against it, the white fabric of his button gathering from the strain. 

As if sensing the intent from Griss, Boucheron glances down at his little belly. “I can always work it off. I always do,” He reaffirms himself with a contented smile. He plops a hefty forkful of the blueberry pie in his mouth. The next bite comes easily to Boucheron. And the next.

The edges of Griss’ smile spread further across his face once he sees Boucheron finally take a bite of the pie he so carefully and dedicatedly made just for him. He keeps his thoughts to himself as he watches, well aware of Boucheron’s claim no longer able to be true after his ‘little’ experiment comes to fruition. The pie made by his magic, the spiked creation had been done on a whim —like most of Griss’ actions— as payback for bumping into him on one of his lost escapades. 

He eats the personally prepared treat as if it were the finest thing that makes even the freshest goods available in Flora Mill’s patisseries pale in comparison.

“Excellent,” Griss turns his attention away from Boucheron’s ill fitted clothes and to his face. A barely perceptible speck of rich, navy blue mars Boucheron’s nose. “I made it all just for you. I’m sure a growing boy like you could use all the calories,” He snickers, leaning forward as he presses himself against the open windowsill, his thin yet defined abdomen touching wood. 

The speck of blue soon turns to a blotch on Boucheron’s face, more and more of his ivory skin transforming into a deep blue shade as Boucheron continues to heap praise onto what he thinks is Alear’s baking by showing just how much  he loves it. Another slice of pie ends up on his plate —courtesy of himself— the near instant he finishes his first. Boucheron voraciously tears through the twice as big slice; bits and specks of the sugary sweet confection splattered on his mouth and cheeks. Not that they’re very noticeable for much longer with Boucheron’s entire face soon matching the very same color.

Griss continues to watch as Boucheron devours more of the pie, each slice he cuts himself larger than the last. His eyes continue to stay on Boucheron himself though. The shade of blue travels further down Boucheron’s body; his neck matches his face before even his defined collarbones even match that as well. His clothes unfortunately obstruct the rest of the transformation.

Boucheron huffs as he feels as if a silver axe is weighing him down, his weight suddenly bearing down on him at all once. He rests his hand on his gut. The resulting squelch catches his attention. He feels his clothes beginning to strain against his swelling body, his width filling up more of his seat as he grows.

“Wh-what!” The seat crashes down onto the floor, chair upturned as Boucheron stands. Looking down at himself, he sees the blue seep onto his arms, the forearms and wrists suspiciously matching the shade of his pie. “Alear! What did he…” Boucheron shouts before quieting down upon remembering the hour. He glances around.

His clothes continue to struggle against his bulging body. The buttons of his shirt are the first to come undone, the few buttons that were once holding on for dear life now clattered uselessly onto the floor. And his blue gut is in early full display for him. The semi taut gut still pushes further out. A belt quickly comes clattering to the ground after a bit of struggling. 

“I gotta…” Boucheron huffs. He takes a step forward, his widened thighs cumbersomely large. “Gotta oughhh…” HIs body sloshes with his labored steps, his entire body churning with newfound liquid. His bright orange pants begin to tighten around him. The waistband digs into his blubbery flesh.

“Surprise~” Griss suddenly appears behind Boucheron; he grabs him by the engorged wrist. “Where do you think you’re going? And after all the trouble I went through making this for you. Why don’t you take a rest? You really look like you need it,”

“Y-you!” Boucheron heaves as he grabs himself, hands groping his bulging near spherical gut. The last remaining bits of his clothes soon turn into shreds as he feels more juice filling him up. “You did this, Griss? Ugh, of course you did,” His arms struggle to hold up his gut, overburdened arms quickly losing all sort of musculature they once had. He also feels his arms slowly sink into his enormity with his figure ever so slowly encroaching into spherical territory; all semblance of his former fit self is taken over by Griss’ magic. Words fail him at first, his eyes enraptured at the sight in front of him for a brief moment, hands caressing his bulging width. He holds back a moan once his pants finally tear. Free from the confines of them, his boots don’t last much longer, all of his girth exposed to the elements. The cold wind he feels seemingly sobers him up, Boucheron taking another step.

“I’m leaving,” Boucheron decides with another step towards the exit. So tauntingly far —as if he were back marching past Brodia’s borders so many months ago—  Boucheron wipes away the sweat trickling down his face. And he sees nothing but more droplets of juice.

“No need to be so shy. Especially when you’re already such a fat ass,” Griss decides for the two of them and pushes Boucheron down onto his back. “I mean, everyone has to know about how much you’ve been stuffing yourself lately,” He hastily climbs on top of him, the second half of the pie in hand. His clothes end up drenched in blueberry juice.

Boucheron glares up at Griss past his own bulging cheeks which begin to take up more of his vision, the deep blue of his own skin obstructing his peripheral vision. “So! That doesn’t mmpph…” More pie ends up in Boucheron’s mouth, Griss feeding it to him. 

“Make sure you watch where you walk next time. Though, I guess I don’t have to worry about you bumping into me for a long time. Especially since you don’t seem to be in a rush to fix this huh,”

Boucheron’s cheeks are marred with a darker tinge of blue, the deeper shade something akin to a blush. But he says nothing, his half lidded eyes as he accepts the food all the confirmation Griss needs.

“I’m just helping you relax. No need to pretend like you’re not enjoying yourself,” Griss laughs in Boucheron’s face, a large chunk of pie in hand.

Boucheron only lets out a moan, his breath coming out in deep huffs as he stares up at Griss. “This… this is good. Give haahh me the-hmmpphh!” 

Griss shoves more pie into Boucheron’s mouth. He feels him swell underneath him, the straddling position he uses to sit on him no longer working with him swiftly spreading out. “Good. Now, I’d hate for this pie to go to waste. Don’t you think the same?” Griss keeps shoveling more pie down Boucheron’s throat. He laughs all the while, watching as the Cafe Terrace begins to feel cramped from his size alone. And sitting atop him, he himself is dwarfed by Boucheron’s enormity, Boucheron becoming completely helpless as he blimps out.

Chairs and tables are pushed out of the way. Anything and everything is useless against the rushing torrent of lard that is Boucheron. His body swells and grows, the floor covered in blueberry juice. And soon, even his breasts begin to leak the very same liquid, torrents of the cloyingly sweet juice spilling from his tits. 

“Well,” Griss says once he’s finally out of pie. “Looks like you’re stuck like this. So what do you want to do now?” He rests a hand on Boucheron’s tits, fingers coaxing more juice from him.

“I -hnnghh…” A mess of moans, Boucheron says little else to Griss.

“Guess you do enjoy being such a massive waste of space. I’m sure you’ll be a wonderful bench warmer. If you don’t break it, that is,” Griss enjoys his own personal bed for the moment, lazily resting on Boucheron’s enormity. 

“Ughhh…” Boucheron continues to moan. He desperately attempts to move his arms but the massive limbs refuse to budge.

So Griss gives him some help, clearly aware of where Boucheron needs it. “Don’t worry. You’re gonna have to be juiced all the time. I’m sure they’ll figure out what to do with all the excess. Maybe they’ll just give it all to you! You’d probably like that,” Griss reaches for Boucheron’s tits once more and presses his fingers against the over swollen tits. Griss laughs as he makes a repeated mess in the Cafe, the entire floor drenched in Buocheron’s juices as well as Boucheron’s monumentality itself. 

Eventually he tires himself. But not before leaving Buocheron unable to form a single coherent thought, Boucheron’s tired wheezes and huffs loudly sounding out in the night. ”Well, I guess I’ll let you rest for now. I can’t wait to see your face once everyone realizes it's you,” Griss lays on his back, giving Boucheron’s tits another couple of pats before letting out a yawn.

[md-confessions]

Ngl the way people act about the “N killed Nori” theory ticks me off.

Like, on it’s own I’d say I think it’d be Ok as a potential plot point- like, I don’t really think it’s all that standout compared to other possible plot points surrounding Nori’s death, it might add a little bit of interesting character conflict on Uzi’s end just in the sense of “forcibly confronting her with the harm N’s done in the past with an action that indirectly had a huge impact on her life right as she and N have to deal with a situation that pits N against Uzi/where it might add onto an already stressful situation”, but also it’d probably involve needing some direct full-focus explanation of the idea there have been clones/iterations of N to make sense with the timeline + to make it clear N’s Still The Same Age As Uzi (and even then I still kinda worry how the people that keep trying to pull the “N is somehow way older than Uzi” stuff/ get abnoxious about shipping would misinterpret it if not outright intentionally twist it to try to pull the whole Nuzi is Pr0ship shit again-), plus to be honest I’m not sure if it’s something that really needs the story’s time and attention right now given how the plot’s more focused on the potential necessity of Uzi needing to die/major lore reveals (especially since if the function of it’s to cause drama/make Uzi question her relationship with N. Ngl I think the fact that Tessa’s told him he needs to kill her might already do that just fine??)

But like. MY GOD- the way people portray it as a total relationship breaker that’d cause her to hate N- like?? *Uzi never actually met Nori??* Like- part of her response to Alice bringing her up was to outright question “she didn’t suck, did she?” unprompted and really only seems to have existed in Uzi’s life as a vague concept she’s now questioning, meanwhile N’s been one of the major supports in her life lately

Like, there might be some tension/sadness in the sense of “while I still recognize the fact that you were under pressures/influences far beyond your control when you did this it’s still had a drastic impact on my life indirectly” that results in a pensive look/discussion about it, but also. Like!! Depending on what’s revealed about Nori next episode, there’s also a decent chance that her response to that might actually be “N, if she comes crawling back from the dead, ignore the awkwardness of her technically being my mom I need you to stab her again and also do it more this time actually”

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[13eyond13]

Would you say the DN fandom is getting more toxic in recent years or has it always been like this? Last time I was here it was over half a decade ago and now I've come back and people are being more aggressive to eachother then before. Especially over ships. I've been and still am extremely into Lawlight (one of my main otps fr fr) but I've been seeing Lawlight shippers be so mean to other (much smaller) ships lately as well as really elitist about "the proper way to enjoy DN" which I don't remember happening this much before. Makes me feel second hand embarrassment as a Lawlight shipper ngl. Was it always like this? Or am I just being dramatic? Asking since you've been here for wayyy longer then me.

Hiya! So the last time you were participating in the fandom was 1/2 a decade ago and would've been around 2019ish?

To be honest I don't feel like I've noticed a HUGE uptick in toxicity or anything, but maybe I'm just not seeing the same posts you are or interacting with the same people as you are?

Honestly the main difference I feel now vs. back then are just that I don't feel as involved in the fandom in terms of answering people's asks about the series or fielding their jokes and takes every day in my inbox and whatnot (I used to get those kinds of asks basically every day, like not just about lawlight but about analyzing the story itself and all that, now I probably only get a couple DN asks a month?) And I am not really sure if that's just because I myself am less involved / not posting much DN content of my own or being exclusively just a Death Note blogger now, or because the fandom is smaller and less active, or moving more to other social media platforms, or just a mix of things? I feel like I'm a bit out of the loop because of that.

Also, my memories of the Tumblr DN fandom in 2019 were kinda that it was MORE dramatic sometimes than I find it now, as in I remember around then there was a small group of people who had really intense stances on certain things and loved to vaguepost about anybody who they didn't like and also dogpile with anon hate on bloggers they would agree to target together in their server or something. I thankfully haven't seen much of that lately, either because those people and I all blocked each other or they've just moved on.

The least dramatic and most laid-back and memey the DN Tumblr fandom ever felt to me was before that, around 2017-2018 maybe. Nowadays I'd say I don't notice a lot of drama, but that it just feels a bit more dead here to me now than terribly toxic, maybe?

However, I do agree that I get embarrassed as well sometimes when I see lawlight shippers get extremely defensive and/or act superior toward people who aren't even attacking them about it, as if this ship isn't by far the biggest one in the fandom already and just a super well known and popular classic ship in general. Going into other fandoms for a bit always reminds me that as a lawlight shipper you're actually pretty spoiled with the amount of great fan content and like-minded people you can find about it out there, and it's not like you have to fight for your life to keep the ship alive or something...

[unitchiefs-blackbirdphoenix]

CME 17x02 Spoilers/Thoughts

(there's a couple of theories I have regarding this ep that I will get to in a bit, but feel free to send in some if you have something now. Once again, I am late to posting this lol but I gotta do it before the next ep. Admittedly, part of it is a rewatch lol. And some revised stuff)

“Directed by A.J. Cook” let’s fucking goooooo!

Ok I'm also studying AJ's directing choices bc I love it so much and rewatching it is so much better now that I have some more thoughts

Okayyyy, I am still not enjoying this enucleation thing. I have a weird thing with eyes that I don't enjoy seeing

That is so fucking closeeeee ughhhh, damn AJ (love the suspense tho)

Ok JJ standing in the video like that is kinda funny ngl. She's just like 🧍‍♀️

"run his... big mouth" JJ you wanted to say "his fucking mouth" I just know you do

Marriage, kids.... I knew this would play out in some way, I've been saying this since s16!!

JJ and Luke team up!!

I love the continuous shot in the beginning (I'm no film major and I only have limited knowledge through like a few electives in film lol)

Tyler and Rebecca were kinda funny in this continuous shot haha

Yeah Garcia, I agree upon seeing those photos ugh

Babysitting Tyler ("not you Garcia", "I don't want to do it") 😂

Yessss JJ vs. Voit interrogation scene!!!

Luke and JJ pretending to be a couple pretty much reminds me of Derek and JJ pretending to be one in s9. I love their team up!

"Come on, it's so good" I'm sorry, I'm having thoughts with the way she said it 😳

She's got eyes in the back of her head, that's the mom thing I swear. Like that one ep in s8 with the girl in the house who killed her sister and faked trauma and she heard her coming.

"Not your wife, maybe." Yesss get him girl

JJ looks so good in this. I had to rewatch this bc I wasn't paying so much attention until halfway through lol

Now my evolution jemily fic is looking pretty good with what's happening so far...

"That hurts my feelings. That you think I care enough about you to betray my oath." That may be hinting something... and also get him girlll

Ulterior motive that he might try and find... and JJ just looks at him with a straight face

JJ smiling when he agrees to see the file

She looks taller than him (and I know it's her shoes but it's still funny)

Them walking away at the same time, love it! AJ's directing choices here! She knew what she was doing.

Jemily interaction (over the phone) love it!! Hey at least JJ's calling Emily by her first name and not Prentiss, so that's good 😂

"We'll get him on the record, Emily" "ok", they're so soft signing off, I'm sorry

Utahhhh (never been actually lol)

Emily being so confused hearing her name and going "ok" when Rossi hallucinated Elias 🤣

Emily is going to have some tunnel vision on the Gold Star case. She's dead set on it being connected to Gold Star.

Tyler and Tara are actually pretty funny in the car scenes ngl

Then we throw Rebecca in it. It's awkward haha

I know a lot of people have some thoughts on Tebecca and Tyler just as a character, but I honestly loved their car scenes together. It's pretty fucking hilarious and AJ having to direct them is so good.

Tyler did work in Afghanistan, so did JJ.... 👀 It wasn't mentioned when tho I don't think

"It's her deodorant" omg. Tyler feels so awkward hanging with both of them lol. Also wtf Tara 😂

"what do you see?" "Your obsolescence"

JJ's "I should've known" look, my girlllll

Voit is looking scared and quickly denies it.

JJ being a smartass back at him yessss

"Yes I do" "No you don't" with the scoff

Social contagion

JJ was so done with him

JJ was getting closer and he knew it.

Emily with a kid!!

Idk if this is intentional but the kid talking about his guilt and Emily talking to him and saying it's not his fault. Emily.... you (and like JJ and Rossi) need to listen to your own words

Behavioral modification program?

Ok I have mixed feelings about the whole scene with Rossi and Emily. Rossi shouldn't have done that in front of the officer yes, but also this whole time, Emily's been super biased and set on the fact that it could be Gold Star. Like yeah, it's embarrassing to have that happen publicly and I would've reacted the same as Emily tbh, but they still don't have the whole profile on Gold Star. How sure could she be? (just saying it here now: the case ended up not being connected to Gold Star)

Rebecca's phone going off and Tara calling her out on it lol

Poor Tyler (never thought I'd say that). He's so done with them

I know some people think it's childish of Tara and Rebecca fighting in the car but I'm like laughing over here ahahaha

Tyler leaving ahahahaha

I've seen people say it's a "Hotchniss" moment when she mentions him, but.... I don't see it. Not bc I don't ship them, but it's not really a good thing for Hotch or Emily. She basically said that Rossi would've never called Hotch out, like ever. Especially not in public. She knows that Rossi would've backed Hotch up no matter what and supported him, which I think is where people we're talking about in this scene. However.... Rossi is also right in what he says here. He shouldn't have embarrassed her like that earlier, but he calls her out on her biased thinking. That's way too many consequences to deal with emotionally, but also legally. (big spoilers on the case here: the unsub ends up dead).

The girls are fighting

Oh and the queer girls are also fighting lol

"Fibrous" Tara you just farted 😭

Tyler looking for more clues and there are passports involved and finances I think....

JJ's angry at herself

"Agent Jareau has proven herself untrustworthy."

Fucking kidding me? It's always a threat with the "BAU can't do shit"

Luke going in now!

JJ directing him on what to do yessss

"Let's get started" Voit just did what JJ said to him in the last ep. He's in control, like JJ was in the beginning.

JJ being proud of him tho aww. I enjoyed that little moment. It got them somewhere.

"Jennifer" fuck you

I can't tell if that's a lie or not, that the profile is all wrong. I'm still fucking confused.

Omg wait. The cuts between Voit talking to Luke and the unsub in Utah with his victims. I think it's supposed to show the audience that the team has to pretty much start their whole profile over. Especially with the Utah case going along with what he's saying. Everyone will believe the lie all they want, could get someone killed, the BAU's methods is profiling based on abusive childhoods affecting the unsub, and in this case, it got "someone killed before he could spread it" = the unsub. Because of this, the director will make the BAU not work with Voit any further bc they screwed up. Basically, the case is not connected and that drives the team farther away from Voit's answers and Gold Star as a whole.

"Jennifer" fuck you again

Garcia confirms Aiden Keller's not part of it.

Emily beating herself up again :(

Oh fuck off

Luke you're like... giving JJ another hearing trauma

Injure, Jean, Fear, dot, Z, Y, Q. (as everyone guessed, yes it is an anagram for JJ's name). So my initial thoughts was either a file or website link, and from an article, it's a website link!

(There may also be deepfakes involved according to AJ 👀)

I think this whole thing is still government or military related (JJ, Luke, or even Tyler would know)

I think JJ might be accused of committing a crime with the deepfake.

Also it looks like JJ might know something. The look on her face.

Onto the next ep!!

Ughhh this got me hooked now!!

Ok I just wanna say the directing choices especially in the cell scenes, AJ has said that the cell becomes its own character in a way. In this case, the cell (bars) could indicate who is really “in prison/behind bars”, Voit or JJ/Luke. It’s the most prominent with JJ and Voit tho bc there’s a lot going on. The closeups with the two of them, especially JJ, could be hinting at something. (And if you’ve followed the articles and interviews of the cast, JJ will be involved in some way). (Forgot about this in the middle of the post lol)

[asimpwithfreetime]

Chatfic: Tokyo Revengers x Y/n Hanagaki [Part 1]

I do not own Tokyo Revengers, however if you’d like to reupload this story somewhere else give me credits and reblog to let me know.

Summary: just a bunch of simps in a chat with Takemichi’s cousin, Y/n.

Warnings: Y/n is based off of my personality, trying to break stereotypes and that stuff, also, there will be cursing

AU: everyone is alive and Draken and Emma are not together.

Reader: female

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In the Toman group chat:

Mikey: Drakeeeen! 🥺🥺🥺

Draken: What do you need Mikey?

Mikey: I finished my dorayakis and I am hungryyyyyy

Mitsuya: Guys, this is group chat of the whole toman

Draken: how many do you need?

Mikey: 10

[Draken is offline]

Mikey: yayyyy! Dorayakiiiiis

Takemichi: guys please, is 3 a.m. Go to sleep

Baji: What?! Is three am already?!?!?

Chifuyu: we have been eight hours on discord lol

Mikey: invite meeeeeeee

Baji: 😎 no

[ after a few bickers they decided to go to sleep ]

[The next morning]

[In a private chat between Takemichi and Mikey]

Takemichi: Mikey, I will be late for the meeting today, I have to pick my cousin up from the airport.

Mikey: No prob takemitchy

Takemichi: thanks!!

[Later on that day, your cousins picked you up at the airport and you weren’t particularly tired so once you got to Takemichi’s house you left to get toured around by him.]

[In the groupchat]

Smiley: Oh God!

Baji: qhatdvf

Chifuyu: please, write correctly

Baji: I am running away from the police ttyl

Chifuyu: 🤨

Mitsuya: This man 🤦‍♂️

Draken: Smiley, what happened?

Angry: We saw takemitchy with a girl

Draken: He has a girlfriend, it is completely normal

Smiley: But it is not HINA

Chifuyu: 🤨📸

Angry: *sent a picture of Takemichi with you*

Baji: she kinda hot ngl

Mitsuya: that’s not the point

Baji: but she IS HOT

Chifuyu: Relax, there must be an explanation to all of this

Mitsuya: Yeah, Takemitchy isn’t a cheater

Draken: Yes

Angry: they are hugging…

Smiley: and he had brought her gifts…

Chifuyu: 💀 he is sooo dead

Baji: Lol

[ Mikey is online ]

Mikey: WHAAAAAT TAKEMITCHY BEING A CHEATER 🤠?!?!

Draken: are you happy about this? 🤨

Mikey: no, it just feels weird

Mikey: also, I feel like I should tell you guys something

Draken: what is it?

Mikey: I forgot

Baji: let’s deal with the cheater

Smiley: do we beat him up? ✋

Mitsuya: @ takemitchy come here and confess

[ Takemichi is online ]

Takemichi: confess what?

Chifuyu: read the chat

Takemichi: there are too many messages 😩

Smiley: a cheater and a lazy ass bitch, you are the whole package, Takemitchy

Takemichi: CHEATER?!?!

Angry: We saw you

Smiley: with a girl that isn’t Hina

Mikey: you cheater! 🤠

Takemichi: MIKEY I LITERALLY TOLD YOU TO TELL THEM I WAS PICKING UP MY COUSIN Y/N FROM THE AIRPORT TODAY

Mikey: I don’t remember that

[ Takemichi sent a photo: a screenshot from the other day’s conversation ]

Mikey: ah, I remember now 🤠

Draken: 💀 I’m out ✋

[ Draken went offline ]

[torchickentacos]

Sad that we don’t see as much Zuki activity on tumblr as we used to but that’s how the whole atla fandom has been lately. I’m glad you ship them tho!

Do you have any spicy Zuki headcanons you’d like to share? 👀 If not that’s fine! Just curious.

Hi anon! God, I haven't been in the ATLA fandom for a long while now, goes to show how dead the zuki fandom is if you're coming to me for it 😭😭😭Rarepair so rare you have to go to an entirely different fandom's blog for your ship. Sad. BUT I APPRECIATE YOU COMING TO ME SO MUCH!!! I am a pokeani blog in spirit but a whateverthefuck/multipurpose blog in practice. I will say though, spicy headcanons are kinda far out of my wheelhouse, and also that fandom's age-up discourse (and everything else discourse) terrifies me so I'm not touching that with a ten foot pole tbh, BUT I can always give other stuff! Ramble under cut.

So, I think I'll just ramble instead of spicy headcanons- one INCREDIBLY FUNNY aspect of Zuki to me is that, in the comics, Suki's kind of giving 'I can fix him', ngl. BUT SHE ACTUALLY CAN, THAT'S THE THING. It's so interesting to me because canon Zuki in the comics is very much founded on that bodyguard/royalty dynamic trust- they have to trust each other with their life if they're going to do the whole bodyguard thing well. And from that trust comes Suki's trust in Zuko as a PERSON. Even when LTIERALLY THE ENTIRE GAANG is like 'ehhh idk he kinda sucks again', Suki's the one who's like 'can you guys chill for .5 seconds and trust him? look at him. he's sad. he needs therapy, not to be killed'.

I think Zuki just WORKS because of that trust. And FROM THAT TRUST, she actually is one of the key reasons they're able to help bring him back from the path he goes down in the comics (which i have not read in forever so pardon innacuracies). So, SHE ACTUALLY CAN FIX HIM. /half joking because obviously it was a ton of his own internal work and growth, but like, from a shitposter's perspective, #icanfixhim.

And that trust goes the other way around the entire way. Not only in Zuko trusting the kyoshi warriors to keep him alive, but Zuko also actually TALKS to Suki and opens up to her in the comics. ZUKO. OPENS UP. TO SOMEONE. AND TALKS TO THEM. AND COMMUNICATES. TO THEM. obviously he trusts her as a bodyguard and a friend IMMENSELY, which provides that super good foundation for something more. He feels safe around her, physically and emotionally, which I think is an incredibly rare honor. (lol, honor. zuko. ykwim. )

I just like bodyguard royalty ships tbh, I'm also a zelink hoe (my main three ships have always been zuki/zelink/contestshipping. not sure what that says about me tbh, other than 'likes m/f but undeniably bisexual ships'), but like, despite being a rarepair, the comics gave us a GOOD DAMN BASIS FOR IT!!!! IT'S ABOUT THE TRUST! THE VULNERABILITY!!!! ramble over, ty for listening to my ted talk.

[mrgarrisonhcs]

AHHH I really hope this blog isn’t dead bc I love my middle aged teacher sm

I hc as a kid he was shipped with Mackey a lot in yaoi art like Tweek and Craig so they kinda just started dating after that, but after he found out it was considered gay and he was raised to think gay people were evil he made up his female Janet persona so they could still date

NGL THATS ACC RLLY INTERESTINGG

BTW DW DW ITS NOT TOOOO DEAD.. JUST PPL HAVENT BEEN SUBMITTING ANYTHING LATELY

[eightmakesonebraincell]

yesyesyes all the kithes for you and i (since san didn't step up for the mwah mwah smooch *side-eye*) it's only right, mwah mwah mwah 🫂🫂🫂

also. not me reblogging another fic of yours at the same time as you replying to previous feedback 😭😭 i was like - oh, they seem to be a little inactive lately, let me just cruise through my drafts and leave a couple feedbacks for them to come back to. and suddenly you just pop back into existence.

hi hello, nice to see you back. please proceed to get out of my head.

"it wasn't just one person in the wrong but a whole web of compounding factors from all sides" thank you for putting my word salad into decipherable language because THIS 👏 IS 👏 IT!! plus the apologies being skipped or rushed in many other fics being (unfortunately) very true

*sets camp in the deepest blackest trenches of your heart because they don't know how to end this* 🩵🧡

○ chron 🃏

san doing ZILCH for the relo so we gotta step up and take action ig 🙄😤

okay omg wait let me just say that i schedule some of my reblogs to post when i'm asleep so i promise i wasn't ignoring your reblogs/ask i was literally just dead to the world HAHAHA (and YOUR ROYALS REBLOGS WERE THE BEST SURPRISE TO WAKE UP TO MWAH MWAH KITH KITH)

i've been kinda inactive bc ngl i'm trying to cook up the next fic and it was NOT working out dawg 😔🤞 but i scrapped it and we back with an even JUICIER fic now and i've developed a hyperfixation on ✨researching✨ for it so 😍😍😍

also i skimmed over my reblog and it was just as much of a word salad so word salad besties unite 🤩✊ but yes why stick with one (1) angst when you can have ten times the angst in every form possible 🤪

hope there aren't too many cobwebs and spiders down in the trenches <3