#but idk man just doesnt click in my head

[jorrated]

sonadow (hands u the hornet nest)

i think its whatever but fanon has destroyed it for me

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Deacon loves two things: Ymber and digging himself a grave.

Fulj hates one thing: Deacon.

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[stararch4ngelqueen]

LAST ONE I PROMISE IM SO SORRY

soft!jason with reader who hides her nightmares from him (classic 'doesnt wanna be a burden') and he finds out she hasn't been sleeping and just comfort and sappy shit idk

Hope you don’t mind but ima combine this with another idea in my head before it rots. My details aren’t good right now, it’s been a very long day 😅

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Time written - 6:47 p.m

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“I remember a bad habit I had when I was little to check the coin slots for any quarters left behind.”

“Bad habit? I did that all the time.” Jason tosses a final shirt into the washing machine. “Still do.”

You giggle as you slam the washer door shut before cranking the knob and clicking the button, watching the machine whirr to life.

The apartment’s little downstairs laundromat always promised new washers and dryers, but efforts in doing so were lost under a list of other repairs. At least the machines still did their job, so that’s all you could do.

“Last load, right?” Jason double checks whilst shoving his hands into his pockets, leaning against the nearest little surface reserved for folding laundry.

Pushing by your clothes hamper to the side, you nod as you sit yourself in a chair beside the dryers.

“Finally,” you say whilst peeking over at the timer. At least three minutes left before you’d be greeted with heavenly warm sheets.

The warmth of the machines heavily combatted the cold chill outside. The heat in comparison with Jason’s hoodie covering your body left you feeling quite cozy, resulting in a yawn leaving your tired body.

“That’s about five times in the past half hour, someone miss their nap time?” Jason piques, gazing over at you with softened eyes.

You would’ve laughed if not for the second yawn that left your lips again.

“M’fine,” you muffle out after crossing your arms, forcing yourself to relax. Again, the constant rocking of both machines tumbling your clothes and blankets, plus the warmth radiating into the enclosed space nearly had you lulled to sleep in seconds.

Jason find the view absolutely adorable, heavily contemplating on taking the short stride to the seat beside you to let you rest on his shoulder. Only about a minute remained on the machine when he took the chance to approach, watching your tired head slowly tilt, nearly falling back against the wall if he didn’t quickly lurch over to catch it.

Cradling your pretty face in his palm, his eyes slightly narrowed when he picked up a unique detail on your face. Your eyes nearly widened when you blacked out for a second, coming to a sight of a concerned Jason holding your cheek.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” you quickly nod, blinking the exhaustion from your eyes. “Yeah. I’m okay, just didn’t sleep good.”

“Uhuh,” his response came too low for your ears to pick up. The dryer emits a sharp beep, signaling your blankets were finally ready.

As good as it felt to be sitting in such an uncomfortable plastic chair, you managed to pull yourself to your feet and towards the dryer, followed by a man who refused to remove his concerned expression off his face.

“What sounds good for dinner tonight?” Jason asks you after you pulled out tangled blankets from the dryer, nearly hugging them to yourself before plopping them onto the counter space to be separated and folded.

“Don’t know. What sounds good to you?”

“Was thinking maybe pizza,” Jason replied whilst approaching you from behind, picking up how sluggish your hands were as they rummaged through the soft pile in search of blanket edges or corners.

“Or… wings, maybe?”

“Hm?” Your head faintly tilts, rising suspicion. He stands beside you, seeing your heavy lidded eyes nearly lose focus on your task.

“Actually, was thhinking of going for some grass instead of chicken,” Jason purposely states, keeping an eye on your exhausted expression. “Grass and weeds, dandelions too.”

“Mm.” Came your response.

“Right,” he tries again. “Or if grass doesn’t hit the spot, we can just eat park dirt with our bare hands. Catch up on our minerals, y’know?”

“Mhm.”

“Babe.” He states with a firm tone. “C’mon. Babe.”

“Hm?” Your head snaps upwards towards him. “Huh? I’m listening.”

“Uhuh.” He quirks a brow before reaching over, pulling the warm fabric out of your hands.

“Babe, for how long?”

“Huh?” You shake your head, trying to remember the topic. “I don’t know. Kinda not hungry for chicken—“

“Not that,” Jason shakes his head. “How long have you not been sleeping good?”

Your lack of answer concerns him a lot more than it should’ve.

“Baby.” Jason grabs said warm, fuzzy blanket fresh off the counter and pulls the cover over your shoulders, draping you in complete warmth.”

“Talk to me.” He expresses with the upmost care, turning your body to face him. “I won’t get mad. Promise.”

You hesitate regardless. A lump in your throat nearly prevents you from doing so, and it worries you. What would he say to something like this? To see you haven’t slept that much due to a few simple bad dreams?

He’d see it ridiculous. A huge part of you believed that to be the case.

“Nightmares?” Jason tries to guess. “Is that it? Insomnia? Something not letting you sleep?”

He hit the nail on the head the first time. You could’ve said yes, could’ve vocally agreed, but all you could do was give a weak nod.

“Why haven’t you told me, hm?” Jason wisps bits of hair from your face, peering down at you with a soft, concerned expression.

When could you tell him? He’s always out on patrols. When he’s out, you’re struggling to sleep. When he comes home, he sleeps during the day, leaving you on your own until the afternoon or so. It’s always such a blessing when he comes home, sleeping by your side.

Sleep should’ve came so easily when he was home safe and sound, but all your mind focused on was the possibility that one day he may not.

It felt so odd to complain to him about sleep when his sleep schedule varied a lot more than the average man. He fought crime for a living, all you did was work or be home. How could complaining to him make any sort of sense?

“It’s just nightmares,” you weakly insist, the concern of making him upset driving your heart fast enough to keep you awake. The warm blanket was too much, lulling you into a comforting serenity your body fought against.

“D’you take meds for this?” He questions, watching you shake your head no. “Sleeping pills, anything like that?”

“I mean, I’ve thought of it, but-“

“Don’t.”

His one word demand catches you off guard, making your eyes widen. “Why not?”

“Don’t need you relying on pills to get some shut eye,” Jason murmurs, exhaling through his nose before lowering his head, resting it along yours. “That’s worse than staying awake.”

He didn’t scoff, he didn’t huff and dismiss your confession, but his response regardless made you regret telling him any of this in general. You knew that look on his face; the worried wrinkle that formed in between his brows when he was too worried about something. Someone.

“Don’t say it’s not my fault. M’Sorry you couldn’t tell me before.”

Your heart lightly aches at this, especially when he stopped your words prior. He blamed himself in some way, and you really didn’t like that.

His eyes never left your face, solemnly gleaming down at your beautiful expression. The attention to the tired shadows under your eyes, your limited energy, practically dragging your feet down every step of the way just to spend all the time you could with him.

It beats the purpose to protect Gotham when he couldn’t protect the ones he loved first. How he was going to handle your subconscious, he hadn’t a clue. Only an idea.

“Jay.”

“Shhh.” He soothes, his mind processing some thoughts you wish you could stop.

“I want you to go back upstairs,” he speaks after some silence. “I’ll sort our stuff out down here. Take a hot shower, fix yourself a drink, and get to bed. I’ll be up there in a bit.”

“But—“

“Ah ah,” he chides, hiding that hint of a smile on the edge of his lip. “Don’t wanna hear it. I’ll stay tonight, and tomorrow night, an’ the night after that.”

“And Gotham?”

Gotham always ran fucking crazy with something nearly every night, but hey, theirs other cape wearing heroes waltzing around.

“What’s one night?” He shrugs. “Don’t gotta carry you to the elevator, do I?”

“I’d prefer that,” you manage to smile. “You wrapped me in a death trap. I won’t make it to the elevator.”

Jason sighs, this time with a smile on his face. Without a word, he hoists you up in his arms, your body wrapped up in a heated, fragrant blanket as he sets you back in your chair from before.

“My little cleopatra,” he comments, in reference to your entire body wrapped up in a blanket, minus your head. “Once we’re done here, we’ll take a long nap. I’ll stay with you as long as you want.”

The official, yet unspoken promise left your heart aching. Of course he’d do such a soothing gesture for you.

“You can’t carry both me and the laundry,” your tired voice says to him, making his smirk grow as he tends to folding your blankets once more.

“Oh yeah? Watch me.”

[pumpkinsy0]

Tim Shepard (Tv series) Head Cannons

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This is if you seen the Tv show or not its fine :P

***he really is a good artist (DID YOU SEE THE DRAWING OF CALIFORNIA HE DID LOL,,,,,HE EVEN GAVE IT TO PONY HOW SWEET OF HIM😭🙏🏻)***

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***I wanna see what you come up wit! I LOVE YOUR HCS THERE AMAZING! AND INTERESTING YOU MAKE ME LIKE THE CHARACTERS MORE JUST BY THE HCS LOL***

But take your time!! NO RUSH THANK YOU🙏🏻♥

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Sorry to ask this! Its just over seen the show and in my opinion i was a great show I loved it! I LOVES IT EVEN MORE CAUSE OF TIM. HE REALLY IS MY FAVE!🙏🏻😭 (IM OBSESSED WITH HIM! NOT IN A WEIRD WAY GOD NO😭) I KIN WITH HIM SO MUCH I RELATE WIT HIM SO MUCH🙏🏻🙏🏻😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Also your my favorite "OUTSIDERS" fanpage! Your my favorite person! (Love'ya :D )

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i havent seen the show in a while so what i remember is rusty and i dont think tim was rlly there a bunch so i only have like 3 hcs im srry BUT to make up for it i will go into depth about them kinda sorta, and by hcs i mean aspects of his character i liked in the show and just went “yea thats tim im including that in my tim most definitely” but i do have like 2 hcs

•hes a good artist

loved this part of his character in the show, i feel like he was one of those kids who would doodle on like desk n stuff like that, and maybe he was one of those kids who was into graffiti and he just liked designing things but had no real outlet, sometimes at night when he cant sleep or somethin or hes thinking of like idk gang stuff he draws cause it helps clear his mind, he also just thinks its funny to draw a lot of weiners, hes still a teen hes a lil immature, but i also hc that his artistic abilities kinda inspired angela and curly as well and they become artist in their own right

•hes close to pony

OK LOOK I LOVE THIS AS A FOIL RELATIONSHIP TO DARRY AND CURLY ITS GREAT, but HOW did they get close??? most likely after johnny and dallys deaths, pony spends more time w curly which means more time at curlys house which means seeing tim a lot more as well, at first tim would just pop in and go like “do yall want somethin to eat” and ofc pony was afraid at first but l as time went on, they just kinda clicked, maybe over art, bc each other using creativity as an outlet, or something or bc tim was like “o he is a bit fucked up actually” and took him under his wing

•hes somewhat involved w the curtis gang

mostly based off that one rumble episode, BUT i hc that after dallys death, tim became not close but definitely not a stranger to the curtis gang, he doesnt rlly hang out w them or anything like that, but he does see them quite a bit and talks to them, and especially teams up w them when they need it, think of tim as what dally was to the gang, the guy who came n went but was down w them, but in his own “yall cool but i got a gang to lead so ill help darry a bit when it comes to handlin yall” way if that makes any lick of sense

BUT FOR ACTUAL HCS OF MINE

•i hc that angela and curly werent there bc they were off w their grandma, y u ask??? man idk they love their grandma i guess who r we to judge

•perhaps it was around that time that angela and curly was gone that tim started getting closer to pony cause he kinda missed up and wanted someone to look after, he just got that “damn i need to b a guardian to a fucked up kid or else im gonna go insane my damn self” thing goin on and pony was there so

•i said it before but idc ill say it again, tims art is influenced by haitian art, maybe not like the style exactly, but the idea of it being vibrant, black ppl being shown using the actual color black, yknow that thing

•tim mostly draws ppl and landscapes, maybe he goes out of his way and draws like anatomy stuff wether its normal things or like horror

•he would never actually show his drawings to anyone, he rlly only shows pony it cause he knows pony wont judge, ofc angela and curly knows and have seen it but thats bc theyre nosey and poke around his things, he knows about it but they havent said anything so it’s whatever

thats all i could think of mb</33

and thank u im glad my acc beings some sorta joy, luv ya 2 anon🙏🏽🙏🏽

[humanmorph]

dont mind me just some of my palisade liveposting from twitter. ignore it. i just want them here. this is long and annoying but its my blog and also under a read more smile

(technically not yet palisadeposting just funny to me)

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Road to PALISADE game rankings (29. Mai)

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PALISADE 03 (4. Juni)

guy whos only listened to friends at the table listening to friends at the table: this is just like fr-

this is about me thinking of hieron & some archivists constructing patterns by manipulating events when they talk about the paint shop & bringing palisade on cycle. im also jokin

WHICH. i am pretty excited about (the cycle). its an incredibly cool concept that mostly existed in the bg in twilight mirage (or well, the intros?) but i love it.love to see it come back in a weird and bad way (different weird and bad than the original

& i guess it makes sense for kesh to pull on ideas/ideals/visions their ancestors had, when this whole 'going back to the twilight mirage' is for nideo a reclaiming of their home/origin

dont need rot13 for this though its vague enough that was cool as fuck of jack. i was kind of cruising along like yeah this is pretty nice so far theyre just getting set up with this faction game thing and then woooowww. wah. banger

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PALISADE 04 & 05

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PALISADE 07 (13. Juni)

some PALISADE 07 thoughts. im thinking them

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(? idk which episode this related to. 12. Juni)

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(the rot13 says clementine. lol)

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(lmao)

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PALISADE 13 (1. Juli)

this doesnt have anything to do with what i wrote here but im very excited for the next arc (even if ill be fully caught up then...) with the way the cast has been talking about it

also idk what it was about this downtime but something happened halfway through ep 12 where it clicked and now i am enjoying myself way more. just took me a bit i guess

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PALISADE 15 (12. Juli)

palisade 15 thoughts (from like, last week. its just still vivid in my mind) . this made me go crazy

(this still makes me smile god i wanna know whats up with this so badlyyyy)

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PALISADE 17 (17 Juni)

god upon our grace fucking ruled

this arc was soooo much. just in the sense of things sure kept fucking happening oh my god

(oh this is the one i was looking for the other day after the brninegucci convo. (BLOWS UP) indeed)

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PALISADE 18 (18. Juni)

(man i was straightup not having a good time huh)

(yeah there we go. and i do feel better about it now)

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(just for posterity because this is when i did the first sketch for that long comic. smile)

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I'm at work with my phone on 10% but PALISADE 19 but dice ARE one side of the authority I'm halfway through this shit and the Cause has not gotten a win. I mean it did but that got rerolled & they still have one of those left it's not happening folks

Putting my head on my desk. "But you will win anyways. You must."

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Gathering Information 04 (23. Juli)

wait hold on i didnt think this through IF something tragic happened to phrygian and then leap coming in on the blue channel after oneof their crew members / friend / brnines second in command just died or worse(things can always be worse than dying. see gur). that. yeah. hmmmmmm

(tee hee hee) (im actually still thinking about that last tweet currently im turning it around in my mind. the dynamic. also "what if [things] got worse and also leap was there" still makes me laugh)

[naninadz]

wait to clarify when i said pneumagate brook characters i didn't mean that i just mean your ocs in general sorry </3 btw sorry if i spell names wrong it is 6:25 in the morning.

anyways i feel like im going to explode sorry for my bug autism beam

i feel like Luca is a house centipede, specifically allothereua maculata since i think they are typically larger than the variety you find in north america (this also makes Eman a house centipede since. yea). house centipedes really feel like a her trait since they look like that yknow, but also because of how stealthy, quiet and overall dangerous they are (- to other invertebrates that is; they are not harmful to humans unlike Luca lol). she feels like a house centipede with the mannerisms of a mantis (but not quite the bloodthirst).

i know Adriel is already based off of the scolopendridae family of centipedes but i don't think itd hurt to say that luca is also a centipede since house centipedes and scolopendra are very different, so it wouldn't be to repetitive (btw idk if you had a specific centipede in mind when you were designing adriel but i feel like they are a chinese red-headed centipede :])

ok enough of centipedes i like those guys he he, so anyways Brayden is a kissing bug because of obvious reason. but also he just kinda looks like one, imo. he gives bowie chagas parasite for fun <3 though his flesh vampire form kind of reminds me of repipta taurus.

speaking of bowie i can't decide between her being a beetle because of how bulky she is or a scorpion (bc shes a reaper. lol). i don't wanna be generic and just say shes a stag/rhinoceros beetle bc thats the Classic beetle everyone thinks of but she really is like both of those. BUT scorpion wise she'd def be a tityus obscurus

little bowie baby guy bowie is a weevil of some sort and adam is a flatid planthopper nymph

is this too long??? is tumblr gonna cut off my bugtism?? that would be kind of ableist ngl. so if you respond to this and its cut off lemme know if you want me to send the rest of this ask sorry its so long and hard to read

anyways, Regan is definitely either an asian longhorn beetle or an earwig. idk she is very earwig to me but asian longhorn beetle kinda fits her appearance more? theyre both silly and weird

Harper is a click beetle, idk man calling her a roach seemed mean but like she(? you never post them idk their pronouns :sob:) seems like just a nondescript brown beetle to me. oh not that roaches are bad theyre just sorta the staple bug yknow. you see them and ur like "oh man.. bug"

actually dillards a roach that fits more

Lotte is a harlequin bug can you tell why? can you tell why? can y jk that doesnt really fit her actually, panacanthus intensus seems more like her

blue kinda seems like a tailless whip scorpion but like i literally cant think of anything else

i kinda dont really know too much about the rest of ur characters and i am very tired but my last thought is that dian is a solifuge bc they both look kinda funny thank you for listening *burrows into the mud and tar and becomes unconscious for 13 to 17 years*

This is so fascinating, thank u, autism be damned my boy can GRILL

[yuuugay]

I had this grand and stupid idea for a hot while now,,,I could make an IF based off the world in my comic story that doesnt exist. yet.

Everything would have a lot of greenery, thinking of crawling vine son the walls, leaves, more leaves and a copious amount of greenery. The architecture would be pillars, pearlescent walls reminiscnet of old greek buildings

but coding....idk that, idk them, let alone twine coding which is what i wanna do which is, according to a number of twine if authors is apparently, kinda, pretty hard and i cannot do that jnbdjdfjedf

i just wanna make the interface pretty with those cool lil side bars filled with information, and small lil character portraits when u click on their name that i could draw....

anyways, will have ros because im a pure romantic at heart, so 4 of them.

one of them a main cast for the sequel that doesnt exist yet, but i think i could maybe do it, but just sadly a 3am idea i had at the time fndsjfkwejnf. And if people do want to read it, i could add their mc in the comic story as students nsdjbajf thatd be fun

The title would be 'Spring nostalgia' and the sequel is called 'Begin Again'

*RO descriptions*

'Aster White' of the Astral eyes (NB They/Them) *the drawing at the bottom is their design, well old design*

Sinewy build, average height, long lashes with violet eyes, long hair of pale blue snow with pale skin. Voice is of a velvety Baritone.

An unusual individual, some say outright creepy. Their actions leave a lot to be desired. Yet still loved by their fellow council members. The group you will inevitably get to face personally if you ever choose to tangle yourself with them.

But they are of human blood, a purely non magical race. How can one contain the power of the aether while being the race whose blood cannot intertwine with those of magic? Let alone one of a house bereft of magical lineage? Are they cursed? tainted? possibly a product of magical experimentation?

Yet all assumptions are thrown out the window once you see their 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, terrific skill of the rapier. And an even more terrifying talent for turning thin air into frigid ice. One cannot refute such primal talent as that!

But at the end of the day, they are an old soul at heart. Perhaps even wiser than the oldest of individuals.

'Cerulean Night' of House Night (He/Him)

Lean build, with some muscle definition. Very tall height, vibrant yellow eyes, curly ear neck length deep green hair, with iridescent green scales gracing their unmarred russet skin. Voice is of a steady tenor. Yet can sound truly whiny at times.

A truly proud man, some say annoyingly so, but many swoon nonetheless. A gifted man of powerful naga blood, the most scarce of races in the Daylight sphere. Making him revered by many just by blood alone.

Talented in the art of compulsion and of the lance. Yet even without compulsion, his charisma and passionate heart is enough to make you do things for him.

"Truly a feat fitting for House Night!" One admirer said.

"Truly the pride of House Night!" Another repeated.

"The shining sapphire of House Night." One lovestruck individual uttered quietly.

"Always the perfect son of House Night!" His own father said to him.

A...𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 son of House Night.

'Clancy Rosetta Thornewall' of House Thornewall (She/Her)

Muscular build, yet soft at the same time. Stands at a head shorter than Cerulean. Gorgeous opalescent eyes, beautifully waved long golden hair with scarred sun-kissed skin. Jewel studded ears. Voice is of iron-willed alto.

A beauty only to be expected from full elven blood! Only ones of 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 blood can achieve.

But fear eclipses her bright qualities. Many say she's intimidating, so intimidating that her mere presence can drive people away before she even tries to utter a simple greeting.

Why does she try when time and time again all she ever receives is a cold shoulder and open fear?

But tell me, what makes a woman who enjoys long walks under the bright sun, trains with a greatsword so passionately it rivals the heat of the sun, and someone who sits on the sand with a melancholic expression so terrifying?

Wouldn't be the case if not for someone who is accused of the decimation of her entire bloodline. A sin deserving of death.

As nothing is more precious than bloodline.

'Sage Wanless' of House...Wanless (He/Him, She/Her)

Stocky build, average height, eyes of barely contained rage, an intense pure crimson, shoulder length raven hair and ash colored skin as if the 'hollow' has touched their entire being. Both ears lightly tapered at the top, but their left ear, raggedly cut is shown. Voice is of a raspy bass/contralto.

"They are 𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥!" someone had boldly cursed at them. Being tainted is a sin of sins. One who is tainted, touched by darkness should not be allowed to walk amongst the gentle warmth of the daylight sphere. Yet they remained seemingly unbothered. Even as their eyes had started to spark a dangerous fire that promised chaos, one that would inevitably combust one day.

But when you pass by, why those eyes turn from a raging flame to a mere gentle candlelight laced with longing.

But you don't know them, do you?

[6ftkyle]

steeeeeaaan maaeeersssh

1: sexuality headcanon honestly bi, but i think he frames every dude he's interested in as "an exception" and calls himself straight even when he's married for a man for 25 years.

2: otp for stan my otp shifts around a lot because i ship stan with a lot of people and it kinda depends on who you and i have been talking about stan with the most lately LMAO i think rn its stolkien though, obsesst with them. other top contenders are stichole, stenny and stendy, but stolkien is edging them out right now.

3: brotp same as my last answer, its stan n kyle baybeeeeee.

4: notp uhhhh i guess also style. like i said before, i dont hate it or anything, it just doesnt click in my mind.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head i like to think in high school he does an agriculture class, and idk how it worked at anyone else's school, but you had to name and raise the animal and then sell it at the county fair at the end of the semester (generally for meat). so stan picks a cow, names her daisy and by the end of the semester he's so attached to her he begs his parents to buy her and move her to the farm (sorry in my mind hes never getting off that farm) and they cave and buy his cow. he's not allowed to do ag class again after that.

6: favorite line from this character Randy: Well, if you really think your life is so bad, Stan, why don't you take what you have out of your bicycle savings? Stan: ...well but... but that's my money.

my family throws this one around all the time, whenever we're trying to decide whos going to pay for something.

7: one way in which I relate to this character same as like 95% of other people, the depression :' ) outside of that i dont think i actually relate to stan too much.

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character i... dont think i have anything? im sorry thats such a cop out answer, but i dont actually experience second hand embarrassment too much and i have such a soft spot for stan that in my head i make a million excuses for everything he does.

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? said it before, theyre all problematic faves, tho stan is maybe the closest i come to having a cinnamon roll in this show. to me he is a little baby i want to protect.

[gorematchala]

I've been playing a ton of shit and not talking about it but

Star Ocean 2nd Story (PS1) is already one of my favorite RPGs just like First Departure R was. I'm kinda leaning toward not liking Claude but its probably because I'm playing as Rena so I'm not getting his internal monologue. But based on his intro in the 2nd Story R demo and how he's acting about Dias I'm like youre kinda a dumbass huh. But not in the lovable heroic way Roddick was. But I think its fine if he kinda sucks, there's room for that

Umihara Kawase is another game that is like instantly on my favorites of all time list. I'm on stage 5 and I'm like okay top 3 SNES game. Could be top 1 but Hebereke and Star Ocean are on there too hehe. But its like a physics based grapple platformer and its so cool. I need to go look at the new one again even though its kinda uggy

I bought Mushihime-sama because I'm still trying to expand my shmup horizons but I haven't been on my Switch much because I'm playing Star Ocean 2 and Pokemon Ruby but from the 2 seconds I played it was really good

Kingdom Hearts 358/2 days, I'm giving so much leniency because I want to like Xion and I wanna experience her story. So far I've only done the tutorial with Axel and its a DS game so I dont expect much from it in terms of performance or visuals or whatever, its fine. My problem and why I'm having to exercise patience is that the writing of that series is so frustrating. The idea of that game is flawed. The whole thing exists to make the organization seem lamer. Like the mysterious shadow guys that were a big threat in chain of memories and 2, those guys all get together for meetings where xemnas assigns them busy work and they groan and complain about it even though i always forget theyre supposed to be emotionless. Vexen doing the Nagatoro crazy eyes all the time doesnt come off as hollow to me. It just makes me mad because its like FF7 where it could be great but a man named Tetsuya Nomura was handed a pen and paper and now we're here. But I will do it for her

I played 20 minutes of Izuna Legend of the Unemployed Ninja and I basically did the intro and then died to the 3rd enemy in the first floor of the dungeon but that game shouldve been more popular. It's really good but unfortunately it released on the same system as Pokémon Mystery Dungeon. Izuna sucks so bad I love her. The first thing she does is go to a shrine that says "this gem keeps the gods from being mad at us do not touch" and shes like hehehe all for meeee. Then the inn keeper is like I'm charging you 300x the rent till you fix this and shes like "we cant afford that, I will pay it... with my life" and she takes out a matchlock pistol and puts it to her head, and the inn lady is like yeah alright do it, and then you hear a click noise and Izuna is like damn out of bullets. I was like this is an insane way to introduce this character but shes my fail girl and we're gonna solve this curse together

The other fun thing has been playing Dark Souls 1 with my brother alongside his co-op playthrough of Smellden Ring with his partner, cuz DS1 is a good game and Smellden Ring is so bad that he has fully admitted I was right when i was bitching like a year ago or whatever. Cuz he took faith this time and now that theyve hit the wall of Mohg and Malenia hes like why the fuck is everything in this fucking game INT. And I'm like yeah dude, idk!!! But then like, we just did Sen's Fortress in DS1 and that place is so mean and fucked up but I was having a chill time just walking through all the traps and snake men and kicking my feets under the desk. DS1 is fully relaxing to me just like Bloodborne and most of DS3. Next time we play is O&S though so I'll get back 2 u on that statement

[post-modern-prometheus]

[plusultrachaos]

bc i dont really wanna bother any of the people i usually plop fic ideas onto i shall do it here.

this song has always given me vibes but i havemt wver really been able to place what it was.

two main ideas come to mind with it.

the first one was something along the lines of a villain!izuku au. theres not much else, just gave me those vibes.

second one is a tired pro hero izuku. hes been at it for years, at some point it lost its spark (probably after all might death). since all mights death hes just kind of been on auto pilot, going through doing things.

and then something happens. something happens with old classmates or he fails at saving an entire crowd of people. sparking a very public outburst. and maybe he realizes just how much everything has changed, how much has changed that he cant fix, he cant reverse time back to times that he spent not noticing the stuff going down. it breaks his heart.

pro hero deku goes missing for months. no one can find him.

nobody goes beyond general searches euther besides his friends from his class at UA.

when they find him, hes in a much darkr place, both metaphorically and literally. they find him hidden away in a musty basement, far from public eye.

the main part that changes from the song is with the chorus lyrics: "what was it like to love" to the phrase of "what was it like to know and not do anything" and i think in a way, there still is certain elements of the lyric. he loved heroics. he loved saving people. and then it became mundane, medial, he lost his love for it.

[thecherrygod]

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[goatpaste]

Y'know it would have also been interesting if instead of Giorno's step father being an unnamed minor character, it was actually Diavolo because 1. This would give Giorno a more personal reason for wanting to become the don of passione other than hating drugs and 2. Diavolo could have been the one to eventually kill that mafia guy Giorno looked up to which could have been how Diavolo became the boss of passione in the first place. And in this AU Trish and Giorno could be the same character or Trish could still exist separately and they could join together to fight their shitty dad and Diavolo could want to eradicate them both.

ah yeye this was somewhat along the lines of what i was thinking what i was floating past the idea of trish and giorno swapping places in Au

like them being step siblings in one fashion or another, maybe giorno at a young age just gets adopted in by Trish's mother after having a horrible homelife with his mother. Trish's mom doesnt speak a lot about Trish's bio dad but clearly between that and Trish's own connection to her father that she clearly gets unnerved or upset by when thinking about it they get the idea its not too great.

then things with the guy from giornos childhood happen, maybe Diavolo is the only to send out the orders for his elimination and stuff which leads to Giornos interest in the Mafia

then the day comes their mom dies and the mafia but not for both of them, but just for trish because she's the bosses biologically daughter. things click in Gios head not just that he wants to keep Trish safe but that hes realizing this means the man causing the problems in their cities and to the man he once looked up to, is trish's own father. Giorno claims to be Trish, the bio child to the boss and is taken away to be brought to him which is in his plan to get close to eliminate the boss.

But Trish has other plans and says fine, you take my identity! ill take yours! and tracks him down in an attempt to both, just like Giorno, keep him safe and as well get to their father as Trish's stand powers are beginning to awaken. The two both in Brunos gang knowing each other and whats up but keeping it a secret to have the upper hand as they reach the Boss.

Trish keeping up to be apart of the gang despite still just getting a handle on her new stand power, and Giorno trying to play the part of trish, wanting to help but not being able to due to the gangs need to keep trish from danger.

i think the most fun way for this to be told is is if p5 had this going on but didnt say their back story stuff of swapping at the start, waiting until it gets revealed later, so that throughout the story theres bits and pieces of evidence of their lying about their identities and lying about not knowing each other

idk idk, just a fun concept to work with...

[bio-nerds-corner]

Stolen Snacks

heyyyyyyy a new fic :D have some soti, inspired by a ridiculous thought aperson had of someone falling onto a giant like when you drop your phone while reading it onto your face

(tws for hard vore, dehumanization, brief talk of gassing)

A new shipment arrived today. Tommy did as he always did when this came around - plug in his headphones, crank up the music, and try his very best to lose himself in doing something else. It didn’t totally shut out the sounds of cut-off screams and the wet crunch of bone but. It made it a little easier to ignore. 

Worst of all, he had been texting Wilbur about something or another before the box arrived, and Wilbur had just left him with a ‘one sec, foods here’ before he heard the thumps of giant foot falls, the opening of the door, and the careful emptying of struggling bodies into a cage for later snacking. He was too far away to hear the desperate begging from the people, but he certainly wasn’t too far away to miss the first scream. 

Then Wilbur texted him again - ‘sorry, had to grab a bite. what were we talking about again?’ Like the human life that was just cut off gruesomely at his own teeth was just a distraction, not even enough of an event to register in his mind. 

He texted back something quick about needing to get editing a video, that he’d get back to Wilbur later. 

Wilbur replied with a blithe ‘sure thing’ punctuated with another horrible crunch that lodged itself low in Tommy’s brain, curled around his brain stem and hissing at him to run, to flee from the horrible noise. 

He took long shuddering breaths, before closing his messages and pulling up some mindless video to lose himself in.

He was about half way into learning about how some old game’s programming worked and had almost tuned Wilbur’s loud munching out when the giant cursed softly. Even such a small sound was immediately on his radar - something new had happened, and he needed to know if it would affect him. 

There was a tiny thump, then a much louder one, and he could hear scrabbling and hands running through carpet. “Shit,” Wilbur breathed, far too close to the ground. “Where’d it go -”

Then a buzz of a notification on his phone, mercifully silenced by the foam he kept it stationed on. ‘Hey Tommy sorry to bother you but do you know how fast it takes for humans to breed?’

You: ‘what the fuck. why‘

Wil: ‘I just lost one of mine and i want to make sure it doesnt. idk. Start infesting my walls and form a borrower colony and tear my shit apart. ive heard the horror stories.’

Tommy sure did too, though he doubted that his were from quite the same perspective as Wilbur’s. ‘Thats all exaggeration, you only lost one and it takes like. almost a year to reproduce. its probably booked it out of your house at this point anyways.’

Wil: ‘ok thats true. still, feels a little creepy having one of those things running loose around my house. never know if it left or not. Yknow?’

He took a deep breath, clenching his teeth. ‘did you drop it far?’

Wil: ‘kinda? It hit my face on the way down, i think i tasted blood but it mightve been my own’

‘idiot’ was all he really could manage. There was a human who escaped from him, who could be hiding around the house. He knew that he could just leave things be, let his fellow man just figure it all out themselves and either escape or get caught and eaten gruesomely. 

But he knew he couldn’t do that, couldn’t leave someone like that. He needed to find them, see if he can get them out of the house before Wilbur finds them again. 

The thumping and scraping of furniture being checked subsided as Wilbur gave up. He peeked out of the tunnels just in time to see him click the cage shut, the muffled yells and gasps as it was lifted and tucked under Wilbur’s arm, and him leave the room. Now, of all times, was his chance. Immediately Tommy poked his head out of the tunnel, searching desperately under the many furniture pieces in the room and squinting to find the far corners. He realized that this was probably not the best course of action, as if this person could hide from Wilbur’s predatory gaze they definitely could hide from his own, but he was rewarded when a patch of shadow behind a bookcase along the wall his tunnel ran through shivered slightly. 

Tommy glanced around nervously, even though he had already been certain that Wilbur’s footsteps were only getting further away before he dashed out towards the other person. As he drew nearer he hissed out a “hey!” 

The other person flinched hard and swung around to look at him in terror, and he realized he probably used the giants language. He tried to remember one of the languages of the farm he had been raised on, but all he could recall were the tattered scraps of words he and Puffy would use. “You… Safe!” He managed.

The person blinked, before speaking back in low and desperate tones. It was entirely lost on him, though he might’ve heard a ‘where’ in there. He waved his hand, pointing to the tunnel he came from. “You…” he tried to scrounge up anything in his brain that could work. “Here?”

The stranger blinked at him, slowly emerging from the shadow. They were older than Tommy, but not by much. They were clothed in rather uncomfortable-looking garments that made Tommy think of the patient scrubs that he saw in shows about hospitals. They also had a long shallow gash down their cheek where Wilbur’s teeth nicked them, and Tommy didn’t need to know much about medicine to see the fast breathing, pale face, the way that their gaze was already starting to drift despite their best efforts, and know that they were going into shock. 

This is absolutely not the place to do it - he needed to get them to safety. “Here!” He said again, reaching out a hand. The stranger grasped at it desperately, their grip clammy, and he started pulling them out into the open. It took a few tries before they would stop flinching at the open space long enough to be pulled. 

He started chatting softly, with whatever words he could remember in the farm tongue because he knew the giants language would just freak them out further and he really needed them not freaking out. “You safe. Healthy… injury? No. Heal. Heal you.” It was starting to come back a little more, and the stranger was keeping their eyes locked on his. “Safe. Away from giants. Away from…” Shit, what was the word for ‘predators’ or even just ‘danger?’ “... Not-safe?”

The stranger huffed a tiny bit, the first reassuring noise he’d heard from them so far. They were inching along the wall moulding, and he was considering where he had last placed his clean bandages, he needed to patch up the blood before Wilbur started smelling it. He could loan out his bed at least, and he had a good amount of food so the stranger could take some with them. 

“You safe, me safe, us safe,” he continued as a mantra, though he had a feeling that the stranger wasn't really hearing him anymore. They were at least continuing to follow him.

It was as he stepped forward to catch their stumbling that a shape loomed out of open doorway and Tommy knew that his window of reprieve had closed. He no longer had any time to coax the stranger slowly. He looked up at Wilbur, every muscle strained to run.

Wilbur looked back, eyes dilated in surprise. “Tommy you liar,” the giant grumbled, and he felt a bubble to terror burn in his chest until he remembered his earlier text-conversation. “C’mere -” He dragged the stranger forward with hysterical strength as Wilbur strode towards them, pulling the other human who had gone weak with horror towards the tunnel. With an almighty shove he managed to push them in front of him, yelling “go!” as loudly and forcefully as he could muster. The stranger stumbled again, but sprinted as he told them to. 

Tommy felt giant fingers clumsily graze along his back and he ducked into the tunnel just as the other hand slammed down on the ground. He pushed the stranger further into the tunnel as fingers probed the hole, trying to pin down the tiny creatures that hid within.

“Come onnnn~” Wilbur whined. “Maybe I can just-” the fingers retracted, then turned and braced against the wall around it. Tommy didn’t have time to watch as the wall started to flex back, as Wilbur tried to dig out his hiding place, he just kept pushing and shushing the stranger, picking up all of the belongings he could manage in two hands, and made for the deeper tunnels that were a little more out-of-the-way for a giant to break into.

It was only after he had shoved the stranger he had saved into a wooden alcove hidden by a water heater that he let out the long breath he had been holding ever since Wilbur almost - he almost-

(He could’ve been caught today. Such an idiot, such an idiot, probably would’ve crunched down on him like he did everyone else)

The stranger collapsed, and he managed to nudge them away from the open ledge and drape one of the blankets, more lint than cloth at this point, over top of them. They shivered minutely, and tucked themselves into the dusty corner with their head leaning down onto their crossed arms. He wanted to collapse too, or try to scrub out the feeling of the light touch of fingers against his back, or something.

Instead he checked his phone. There were 3 messages he hadn’t responded to.

Wil: ‘tommmyyyy theyre multiplying ive already found another one i swear there must be an infestation somewhere’

Wil: ‘man if they didnt smell so good id just bite the bullet and fumigate. i saw a tunnel and everything. what are those microscopic creatures that can eat through wood again?’

Wil: ‘mice. they must be like mice.’

He managed to type back something with shaky hands.

You: ‘doubt a mouse could make a hole that big’

Wil: ‘human sized mice. what a concept’

You: ‘whatre you going to do with the ones you found?’

The ‘typing’ symbol appeared and disappeared a couple of times over the next few minutes, and by the time the message came through he was shaking in fear, teeth clattering.

Wil: ‘listen tommy i know that youre vegan and all that, honestly dont mind its all good. but if you could smell this one i found, the other one that showed up. im absolutely sure youd change your mind it was so good. im still salivating over it. the kind of smell that you know you gotta savor slowly, you know?’

A pause. Tommy was surprised he wasn't cracking his phone screen with the force he was gripping it.

Wil: ‘maybe i should leave the escaped one alone. hope they breed, give me a whole colony of great smelling snacks.’

He was not going to think about this. Not now, not ever. Wilbur didn’t know, he would never say these things if he had known.

(Wilbur knows what he smells like now. He likes how he smells. He will never get a moment's peace now so long as he continues to be within smelling range.)

He typed back a quick ‘sure wil’ before shutting off his phone from the continued barrage about Wilbur’s new white whale of a prey, swallowing thickly. He needed to think about how close it was today, about the entire branch of the tunnels he would need to totally vacate now, the extra precautions he would need to put up on the others. Maybe Wilbur pulled out an entire chunk of the wall trying to get to him, and that side of the house is entirely unsafe at this point.

Maybe he should just cut his losses and find a new house to live in. Or go wandering and try to find a traveling village to stay with. Sure it's not safe, but where in this world is for a human?

His gaze drifted back to the stranger, who had fallen into a half-asleep haze, fingers worrying the fabric of the blanket. No. He needed to stay. For the fallen snacks, the people he can get to safety. It’s something at least.

He pulled a second blanket over himself, leaning onto the side of the water heater and trying to ignore the sounds of stomping as Wilbur tore the house apart trying to catch him.

[heyitsyn]

Keeping Up With Seijoh Pt. 10

a/n: based on this post uwu

okayokayokayyeyyy

LOOOK I LOVE THIS SCENE LIKE I CAN GO ON A RANT OF HOW IMPORTANT THIS SCENE IS LIKE SKDJSLDKKSSM

okay so

yuhhhhhh

the way this is set up is basically seijoh simping for you

also they have their own separate gc just for them bc they dont want you to see them just simping for you

even tho oiks ltr does that everyday

but hes not ready for that conversation

there was a few times that you were kinda curious as to what was in the chat

but they would click off and they would blush before diverting you to a different conversation

this might sound hella weird and creepy

idk bout yall but i think its cute that they take random pictures of you doing the sinplest things

this all started bc of one picture

from baby aki-kun

so basically you stayed behind with kunimi during monday to just study and you sat in front of him while sharing his desk

babie took a pic of you just studying and he sent it to the gc with no context

its a known fact that seijoh doesnt practice during mondays so they were all doing something out of school

but they were all missing you so seeing you with kunimi fueled jealousy in everyone

even kyo

oikawa blew up in the chat and was keyboard smashing

the others were just teasing him like hes lucky youre with him

but behind the screen, they were blushing and red and envious and AAAAA

thus spurred on some sort of competition

like they would send the chat pictures of you like 'hA TAKE THAT SHES WITH ME'

unbeknowst to you, these boys have folders of just cute candid pics of you

oikawas insta is filled of you and his snap is full of you in his story and his tiktok is full of screaming simp rants about you

the tiktok comments are all like, 

‘IS SHE YOUR GIRLFRIEND?!’

‘OIKAWA-SAN SHES ADORABLE’

‘BACK🤺OFF🤺OIKAWA🤺I🤺CALLED🤺DIBS🤺ON🤺HER🤺FIRST🤺‘

random ones like him doing a day in my life type of vids and you appearing and everyone can just see the small blush on his face and the bashful yet happy smile on his lips

its really adorable

but the real ones know that shes been appearing in his insta since day 1

moilk.bread.1

thats practically your account now 

welll,,,

its more of a fan account for you and a lot of people from aoba johsai follow that account since you dont have an official one yet so they all simp for you there

the pictures were all from everyone like the boyz group chat was a haven for your candids

you did think it was strange that the boys would constantly ask to take pictures with you and everyone was just trying to get a pic to have aesthetic couple pics w you

and they would put it as their wallpaper or lockscreen

IMAGINE THE BLUSH THEY WOULD GET WHEN COMPLETE STRANGERS WOULD ASK THEM IF THATS THEIR GIRLFRIEND

oooo i mentioned this in the post too that iwa and you went to the gym and you guys took a mirror pic

after, you didnt really like the gym bc its just hard yanno?

iwa went back and while he was setting up his weights and equipments, his gym buddy noticed his phone light up causing your picture to show up

'oh? is that your girlfriend, iwaizumi?'

duh he doesnt have a girlfriend so he was like 🤨 until he saw his phone

the lockscreen was blaringly bright and your 'couple pic' was showing with the notifications

totally not oikawa blowing up their group chat bc he was with you

ofc babie hajime got all flustered and he blushed before shaking his head

'n-no'

he mumbled and his buddy laughed before clapping his back

'well, you obviously like her so do somethinf about it before someone does'

dont you think he doesnt know that?

also with mattsun!

this mans works in a cute cafe that this old granny owns and this thought has been living in my head rent free

and he was working during the weekend at the cafe

there were other people there but granny loves him bc hes been working there sibce he was like 15 and she took care of him a lot

he was like a grandson

so while he was serving, this granny was manning the cashier and checking people out

issei's phone was there on the table behind the counter and it started glowing at the indication of the messages being received

'have a nice day-oh!'

she noticed it right there and she saw the picture on his lockscreen

you were probably being carried by him due to your levelness with his height and you were kissing his cheek while issei smiled brightly

that was a picture you both took during an outing at the mall and the sunset behind you was just perfect to take a picture in

poor granny was like 'oop dont look at the messages' so she turned it over to not go to his privacy

there again you were

it was a polaroid of you two and he was backhugging you at school

hint? 👀

askldfjlsdkf

she knew issei was a very handsome young man so there shouldnt have been a surprise that he would be dating someone

can we name this granny?

granny inko lol

okay so granny inko saw issei coming over to rest the serving board thing and she beckoned him over

mattsun nodded and leaned over the counter to see what she wanted only to be greeted with a flick to the forehead

‘oW what was that for?’

he whined while holding the spot

granny inko tutted disapprovingly before crossing her arms

‘youve been working all week this week when you could’ve taken time off to spend it with your pretty lady. is this how men are nowadays? didn’t i teach you right to treat women properly?’

duh baby mattsun was confused like O_O

‘wha?’

his dumb question made her grab the phone and place it on the counter in front of him

‘your girlfriend, child. women need attention constantly and as much as you want that money, is it worth losing that smile full of happiness?’

okay stop it granny im getting emotional

more like disagreeing bc that wouldnt put food on the table BUT ANYWAYS

baby issei was surprisingly embarassed and scratched his neck

‘um,, baa-chan,,,,, she’s not my girlfriend’

he flustered and gave her an awkward smile

granny inko shot him a confused look and tapped the phone

‘well, she looks like she is. and if not, better hurry your move, boy. girls that make men happy like that only comes as rare as a good scratch ticket’

LMAO 

i do not encourage gambling so please save your money kids

you know what

these boys do that just to actually feel like it

okay thats confusing so imma explain it in greater detail

whenever someone mistakes you as their girlfriend, it makes them feel like you are for that split second and its just an addicting feeling

its like what if you were their girlfriend?

i mean, youre already the whole team’s girlfriend but theyre greedy brats and just want you for themselves

ohohohohoh

kyo!!

kyo def has a selfie of you both with the doggie filter but it was actually you who took it while he was just staring at you in the background

that was his lockscreen for like the rest of his high school career

lol

anyways!!

he was actually in a fight and during it, his phone fell off to the ground and conveniently oikawa messaged causing it to light up

one of the thugs had their hands gripping kyo’s collar and was pushing him against the wall while the others were surrounding them

they saw the phone flash and kyo cursed at the terrible timing and he made a mental note on killing oikawa later

a guy picked it up and he smirked, seeing the pretty smile of a pretty girl

‘heh? whats this?’

kyotani pushed the guy who was holding him but other two surged towards him and held him tighter

their leader snatched the device and chuckled

‘oh. its that bitch from his school. what is it’

he snaps his fingers as he tries to remember before stopping

‘aha! l/n y/n!’

kyo growled

‘shut up!’

the guy grinned at him and tapped the phone against kyo’s chin

‘oh yea. i heard shes a cutie. most people here know her, kid. now we know shes connected to you and guess what. you cross us again, she’ll take your place as you are right now. orrrr, we can,,, use her as our pet. thats how she is in your team, right? so let us have a turn. maybe we can send you a pic, hm?’

yea no that wasnt happening

kyotani easily beat those people up after because even just saying that unleashes power he didnt know he had

‘bastard. youre lucky this is just a warning. you touch her and i will kill you’

he landed one last kick on the guy’s face before taking the phone and leaving

now he has to figure out how to hide the bruises

you fussed later and he didnt tell you the reason instead just saying they said something that made him angry

nah

you were a person he didnt want to disappoint and he knows how much it hurts you to see him in that state

that was one of the things he hated but loved at the same time

you were such an empath that you would treat him and wince as if you were the one feeling the pain instead of him

and it made him feel special

you were one of the few things he holds close and he would be damned if anything happened to you because of him

the group chat was actually just blowing up with more screaming and the third years yelling at each other with the first years just casually reading the texts

they were used to the arguments within the team and you would remain so naive with the whole thing

kunimi is the type to keep silent and he didnt really care about anyone getting angry if you were spending time with him

but he does get annoyed if you were with kindaichi because you three were a package lol

like when kindaichi and you were at the arcade, this kid walked all the way there just because he didnt want kindaichi to hog you to himself

duh you thought this was adorable and endearing bc they wanted to hang out w you

no LUV theyre greedy brats who gets jealous over yOU

OH

so like i mentioned before that you and makki would walk over to the bakery and you guys would buy food there and such

and its also canon in here that makki only shares his food with you and no one else lol

why?

because when you eat the puffs, you put one in each cheek and it makes you look so adorable like a squirrel

sorry but squirrels are so cute like AAAAA

makki takes so many pictures of you and a lot are surprise shots where your eyes would be wide with cheeks full of food

aaaaa so cute

like you and makki sat down on a bench in the park across the bakery and you excitedly dug in to your own treat

makki chuckled at your excitement but he placed his hand on you arm to stop you

‘y/n-chan. say aaa’

you lit up and let him put the puff in your mouth and thought he was done but was surprised when there were two

you happily chewed it and went back to looking at your treats

but makki interrupted you again by calling you out

‘princess~’

the nickname made your eyes widen with red painting your cheeks and the shutter of the camera made you realize what he did

‘makki-senpai!’

you whined and he laughed

makki had a lovestruck smile on his face and he wiped the bit of creme on the corner of your lip

‘gotta take care of my princess~’

STOPPPPP MY HEART? GONE MY SOUL? GONE HOTEL? TRIVAGO

OH MY GOD IM IN SUCH A MAKKI AND MATTSUN AND IWA AND OIKAWA AND THIRD YEARS IN GENERAL BRAIN ROT PLEASE HELP

but we gotta give love to the second years :’)

ive mentioned that watari is the only person to ever go into your house right?

well, he comes over to cook and such so you guys spend time making food for the team 

watari takes this opportunity to take pictures of you cooking and the group chat cries bc its so domestic and they all start having the same thoughts

they really said seijoh braincells

it was like seeing a glimpse of a possible future for them

you, wearing an apron, cooking on the stove with your hair thrown in whatever with baggy clothes

gosh

thats like you someday being their wife and waking up one morning to see you there cooking in the kitchen

oikawa swears he had a dream that night because of that picture and he continuously thanks watari for YEARS because of that picture

okay are you curious about the dream?

yuhhh

oikawa woke up in an unfamiliar bed in a foreign room 

he felt his bones crack when he stretched and his hand extended out to a side that was still quite warm

hm

somebody must be sleeping next to him

then he stood up, catching his reflection in the mirror in front of the bed

;)

why would there be a mirror there hmmmm????

ANYWAYS

he noticed he had a bigger build and his hair was longer

then came the itch of the facial hair that he swore wasnt there a minute ago

this guy even checked out his butt and to his surprise, wow

obviously he was confused and a part of him thought this was the future

tooru walked to the door to go into the hallway and concluded, yep, this was not his house

then he heard music being played somewhere and a mixture of voices coming from a room

sounded like a woman and children

he stops at the top of the stairs, suddenly hit of the thought that this voice was so familiar

‘hm?’

tooru walked downstairs and stopped when down the hallway in front of the steps led to the kitchen where the voices seemed to lead to

‘mama! mama! mama! toast! i wan toast!’

‘in a bit, darling. just let me finish flipping the pancake’

the song was lo-fi with the volume being turned low enough to hear the voices fine

tooru wandered down the hallway and he stopped, finally seeing the owners of those voices

there was a handsome little boy sitting on the chair by the island and his brown hair was a mess of wild curls

there was a woman with h/c hair swaying to the tune and a beautiful little girl curled up in her arms while sitting on her hip

‘hey’

oikawa spoke out and caught everyone’s attention

‘papa’s awake!’

‘pa!’

‘hello tooru’

tooru froze

that was you

he knows it’s you

‘y/n-chan’

he whispered and you looked back at him from the pan

‘yes? if youre looking for coffee, we ran out apparently’

that was not what he was talking about

he hastily walked over to the boy and he blinked rapidly

‘you look like me’

he mumbled and the child grinned

‘eung! papa  and yozo look the same! mama and nana say so!’

yozo?

feeling like all the attention was on him, the little girl whined and her hands made grabby motions to him

‘pa pa’

she whined and tooru just felt something in him that screamed to hold the kid

you shushed the little girl

‘dont worry, looney loon. papa’s right there’

loon?

tooru stayed frozen at his spot and you raised an eyebrow at him

‘tooru? luna wants you’

oh

luna

that snapped him out of his trance and he held the little girl in his arms where she smiled at him and then he felt tears welling up in his eyes

then he woke up

okay sorry that was a long dream

so this dragged on for so long already okay

this was only meant to be small but aaaaa i couldnt help itt!!!!

but anyways!

the boys are just simps for you and theyre creeps that take pictures of you and they think about you all the time pls accept their love

also a mild continuation of the dream:

oikawa was holding luna and she was happily laying there when another figure emerged from the hallway

‘iwa-chan?’

he asked, surprised

what was he doing here?

iwa heard his name and grunted before going to a beeline for you

you smiled at him and he leaned in to give you a kiss to which oikawa froze in

iwa noticed his best friend holding his daughter and luna saw her father there

‘daddy!’

she shrieked and tooru blanched

‘uh, what?’

iwa extended his hands out to hold the girl but tooru held her tightly and leaned back

haji narrowed his eyes

‘um, give me my daughter, oikawa’

he grumbled and tooru shook his head

‘no! shes my daughter!’

you blinked

‘your god daughter, yes. but she’s half of your best friend, tooru’

half of his-

god? daughter?

‘so that means-’

‘piece it together, oikawa. did ya get brain damage or something? babe, call the doctor’

oikawa screamed

a/n: lol look WHO ROSE FROM THE GRAVEEEEEEE :) anyways. i really want to deeply apologize to everyone for taking an unexpected break and i shouldve told you guys and im really sorry :( everythings just chaotic lmao and im just like taking a breath for a second uwu and im so AMAZED at how many people still follow me even tho ive been gone for so long like bls yall are real ones :’) i love you all and the req box is still closed at this time as i need to finish the ones i have first soo thankyou for reading thiss and hopefully ill update soonerr!!! :)))

also not me completely messing up my kuws and missing 8 and 9 in my masterlist and having a mindblowing realization that i have 10 keeping up with seijoh fics