#double-tagging now idc

[dream-in-a-jar]

BBC Merlin - S5E6 "The Dark Tower" live blog(-ish)

Ominous title, I like it

Morgana up to her shenanigans again and Merlin reassuring Arthur that they'll find Gwen -> we are so back!!

I'm worried Morgana is giving Gwen poisoned water but lets give her the benefit of the doubt for now...

Oh she's humiliating her :(

Where tf did that desert come from, I dont think we've seen this landscape before

Uhmmm looking at the landscapes I actually think shes very far, Arthur 😭😭

Noooo not the tortured screams, poor Gwen 😢😢

Elyan must be rly worried and filled with guilt too

Is it just me or have the night scenes become darker since S1? Not that its a bad thing, stuff is still visible, I just feel like night scenes in S1 through S3 perhaps? almost looked like day lol so the more pronounced darkness/blue tinge is a bit unfamiliar

Ooooh the snake bites poisoned them and gives them nightmares

Gwaines dream sounds nice ngl Id love a cheese tasting like apple pie (?)

Ewwww yucky stuff, is that one of those roots again?? Mandrake root or smth?

Oh poor Gwen :((

Arthur: It's dangerous at the Dark Tower, I'll go there alone. All the knights: Yeah, bet.

I think this is the first time Arthur actually would have allowed Merlin to turn back lol (and also the first time? maybe? that Merlin doesnt say he wants to turn back)

Yeah that forest does look quite impenetrable

Gwaines having beef with the vines and the others are looking at him like "are you good mate? ఠ_ఠ"

Holy fuck that scared me

Free my girl Gwen, she doesnt deserve this horror :((

How the fuck did those branches break an entire sword whatㅡ

Also not sure if you can actually tell north from south by the saturation of ivy leaves but it sounds like it could be true and thats dope

Sudden ominous music???

Oh now shes seeing visions of Merlin scaring her as well :((

Morgana you're a cruel woman

I dont think they've actually gone in circles, I think the forest is tricking them... Im not convinced that that sword is broken either ngl

Merlin is the team morale atp

"Food always makes me feel better." YOU PUT HER IN THIS AWFUL SITUATION 😭😭😭 also this table looks massively unappetizing what with the 500 cobwebs and shit

Morgana sweet-talking Gwen as if she isnt the one putting her through torture..... oh, how I miss the days of their friendship :'((

Hang on, rewind, when was Morgana shackled at the bottom of a pit for two years?? I lowkey dont remember that?? Like its in-between seasons presumably but which seasons?? After S2 Morgause takes her away and (I assume) takes care of her and teaches her sorcery and at the end of S3 Morgana takes Morgause away and uuuh idk what theyre doing then but I dont see who would shackle her in a pit? And at the end of S4 Aithusa revives her but after that we dont know what happened to her, right? Plz help ;;

Oh not the snakes again? Merlins instincts woke him up, bless

The FUCK is this now??

"I am the spirit of [...] all the places that bring despair to men's hearts" Ok she's kinda iconic

Wait what does she mean one of them will not return. Hello???? QUEEN MAB COME BACK, DONT LEAVE US HANGING 😭😭

Oh no, now Im scared that one of the knights will die :( ...but I choose to believe that Gwen is safe (for now)

Merlin needs a degree in bullshittery lol

Love that they trust him tho <3 ㅡ and he can use his minds eye now 👀

Ayeeeee Merlin the GOAT lead them safely through the forest !!

Prediction: When the knights (+Merlin, I count him as one of the knights) do eventually arrive, Gwen wont believe its actually them at first bc of the visions she keeps having

They've gotta stop with the jump scares oh my God, its almost midnight here and I need to sLEEP later

Morgana talking about them being friends... My Lady, do you see the irony here?

Ooooh my God that was close!!! We're not losing Merlin, I know that 😤 Don't play games with me, writers!!

The pale light of the apparitions is so spooky... and the evil laughter echoing, aaaaah gives me the creeps!!

Ok so if the tower isnt real then how are they gonna get inside? And how is Gwen inside?

The scenes with Gwen in the room and the screams and laughter and echoes and apparitions are actually so well-made, the production rly came a long way I think

Morgana is using some manipulation tactic Im sure, put Gwen through terrible agony and then comfort her and act like you want to help her and repent for your actions?? Uhmmmm sus

Yeah she wants to pull Gwen to her side :/// the others taunt her BC THEYRE NOT REAL 😭😭 Gwen dont fall for that plz, you know better than to believe Morganas lies :((

My smart Queen, I hope they get to her fast before Morgana does actually kill her :((

Smh Arthur you should know to trust Merlins instincts by now

Oh shit Percival!! I wonder if he's the one who will die :((

Elyan stay safe plz :(( considering its a British show... it's likely they'll kill him before the others (no offense but I feel like in DW black characters are often the first to die)

Uhmmm random floating sword?? Ok.

I wonder if the Gwen Elyan sees is also an apparition?? Bc I dont think Gwen would act like that upon seeing her brother coming to rescue her... I do think she would probably think he's not real at first

Oh fuck.

The floating sword struck Elyan but he tricked it into flying out the window?? Oh shoot it came backㅡ but I think its stuck in the door now?

Nooooo Elyan dont die :((((

Still not convinced this is Gwen.... maybe its Morgana, with a spell to look like Gwen???

Nooooooo cmon Elyan, Im sure you've survived worse :'(((((

Oh no its the sad soundtrack, he's a goner :'((((

And it turned out to be the real Gwen after all, sorry I doubted you Queen

Elyans funeral :'(((((

Poor Gwen, she went through so much :'((

Wait where is she goingㅡ

Wait !!!!! Gwen is actually on Morganas side now????? That cant be real D: she must be enchanted, right??? Or broken bc of what Morgana did to her, but theres no way thats our Gwen, right? :((((

Whew what an episode!! Poor Gwen went through it and switched sides apparently, and Sir Elyan died :((( Will continue watching tomorrow hopefully, to see what shenanigans Gwen will pull now...

[asthedeathoflight]

Okay so I was thinking someone should do something adjacent to this band au by @emilywaters but with Rembrandt as the lighting director but i fear that i may be the only person capable of this considering you know. Thats actually my job. But i have too many wips so you're getting this au in post form. Everything I changed from the original post is due to me writing out this entire post before I successfully tracked it down so like it's not me disagreeing I simply forgor.

I'm not sure what like level of fame they were supposed to be in the original but i need them to be doing stadium shows purely for Rembrandt's sake okay she deserves it theyre touring with an ma3 just believe me.

I think Cleon was originally their lead singer but she had to step down for. Reasons. Idk. So the Warriors are hard up bc their producer is on their ass about getting demos recorded for their next album but none of them really feel good about replacing Cleon.

Mercy is a mistreated burnt out pop idol who's just kind of getting listless at this point because she's basically just a prop for a brand and she can't even give a fuck about her music anymore. She meets Swan at a party and they hit it off and get blackout drunk and Swan wakes up the next day with a recording on her phone of Mercy doing a demo of one of the songs she wrote. She takes it in to their producer like here fine theres a demo are you happy and shes like??? Hello???? This is incredible??? Who is this singer??? And Swan is like hahaha. About that.

The producer reaches out to Mercy's management and theyre like um absolutely not she does not want to join your band she's a solo act but then Mercy gets Swan's number somehow and is like i DO wanna join your band actually but im stuck in this goddamned contract. So then its about them getting their record label to go up against Mercy's and get her out of her contract so she can be their new lead singer.

And also more importantly (to me) is the subplot about the like relatively young and inexperienced lighting girl from their home venue who Cleon insisted on hiring for their first tour and who just kind of stuck around and became part of the group. They tour with a disproportionately nice rig bc Rembrandt is a fucking nerd and none of them can resist her puppy dog eyes about getting shiny new toys. And like yeah she's kind of quiet and doesn't talk much in a group but she can hold her own against the fucking overhires giving her shit at whatever venue and not taking her seriously and she gets stars in her eyes when Ajax asks her about programming so like needless to say Ajax is a little bit obsessed with her. Rembrandt's job is half ordering around men twice her size and age and half real-time computer programming live in front of an audience. Ajax never stood a chance. There are always fans trying to see Ajax after the show and Ajax is always in the booth while Rembrandt talks about the latest patch grand ma pushed out and how she hates everything about it and everyone at that company is trying to ruin her life (she will have adapted and forgotten about this in two days until the next patch which alters her workflow .00001% upon which time she will again believe her career is over and she needs to call them to revert the console)

I think probably their relationship is more of a flashback moment bc obviously The Warriors can't be touring while they're looking for a new singer but I think when they're not on tour Rembrandt lives in Portland and does like weird indie performance art shit and Ajax stays in LA with Swan and the others and the long distance is kind of killing them. Could Ajax stay with Rembrandt in Portland for a few months and fly back down when they're actually recording stuff? Absolutely. Does this idea terrify her existentially for reasons she can neither articulate nor overcome? Also absolutely. But on a more fun note Rembrandt drags Ajax to USITT with her every year which is actually kind of fun for Ajax because in addition to Rembrandt being so excited nobody there is impressed at all by her being famous but they ARE impressed that she knows how DMX works. So. Who's laughing now Swan. The flashcards worked.

[celestialmancer]

As much as I can take pride in how I can draw mouths well & how fun it is to do like unique stuff w that, I always am antsy that it'll end up getting me looked at weird for drawing them or get me weird unnecessary comments.........

[goldsainz]

#FC43 — THE SECRET’S OUT !

MASTERLIST !

REQUEST !

001. SUMMARY !

✯ your boyfriend is a flirt by nature, but he only has eyes for you.

002. NOTE !

franco has actually taken over my heart. that sauber seat better be for him or i��m throwing hands idc (anulo cualquier mufa). ignore the people who aren’t franco/juana after so many smau’s it’s hard finding the right pics😔😔😔 i also tried to include some translations for the longer spanish bits because i’m kind like that😊😊😊

francolapinto updated their instagram stories!

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francolapinto La (única y verdadera) dueña de mi corazón

translation : The (only and true) owner of my heart)

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yourusername mi amorrrr 🥹❤️

⤷ francolapinto Divina 😘

francofan1 WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

francofan2 not even mad cause she’s so pretty

user1 how do f1 drivers all manage to pull 10s

bizarrap Pero buenooo

translation : well alrighttt

⤷ francolapinto Aclarando algunas cositas por las dudas…

translation : Clearing up some things just in case…

francofan3 was not expecting this

ynfan1 you are all late to the party

francofan4 okay and if i say she’s the prettiest wag

⤷ francofan5 YOU’D BE CORRECT!

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yourusername MY boyfriend 🤍

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francolapinto Que te haces la gringa

translation : Why are you acting like a gringa

⤷ yourusername asi me entienden todos😊

translation : that way everyone understands me

francofan21 LILY LIKED ‼️

francofan22 i fear this is iconic

ynfan21 “i love my super hot girlfriend” okay slay

alex_albon Lily is asking for a double date

⤷ lilymhe and by double date i mean yn and me, and you two just tag along

⤷ yourusername SIGN ME UPPP

⤷ francolapinto Guess we’re going 🫡

francofan23 williams thank you for blessing us with this

ynfan22 lost my wife to a man (he knew her before me)

francofan24 they’re my parents now idc

[mooishbeam]

『♡』 Welcome Home, Kento!

♡ featuring: nanami kento x reader

♡ synopsis: nanami can't wait to return home to his wife and kids. little does he know, there's a lot of love waiting for him behind the door.

♡ wc: 2.4k+

♡ tags: nobara and yuji are your children, fanon, domestic fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, salaryman AU

notes: took a break on the capitano fanfic im working on cause domestic kento got me acting unwell i miss him and need him so bad. canon break but idc nobara and yuji are his kids and no one can tell me otherwise. art by getoad on ig! comments and reblogs are appreciated! ♡

Nanami Kento’s work seemingly never ended.  

Caught between meetings and printer jams, the small talk he endured with simple one-word answers, and the folders piling on his cold metal desk in a cramped cubicle, he was exhausted. Air conditioners blew frigid in the office, making small accidents unbearable. 

The only warmth he experienced throughout his shifts was the art exhibit on the back wall and a wooden frame, sitting not too far from his grasp. Next to the bulky outdated computer was a picture frame of you, sweating radiance despite the fluorescent wall lights, hair disheveled with tired eyes in your hospital gown. You’re holding a newborn Yuji, chubby with a soft hint of pink fuzz on his head. A one-year-old Nobara chose to nestle next to you through the blood and amniotic fluid sticking to your hands. Somehow smiling—blearily, but still smiling so hard your eyes practically close. 

The scene was not pretty; it burned into his memory, committing to the wrinkles in his brain so that he’d never forget your screams and undying strength. Even the grip on his hand, imprinting the wedding band into his skin when you forced a final push. He never averted his gaze, stroking your wet hair and kissing your throbbing temple; if he could alleviate some of your struggle for a moment, share in your pain for a second, he’d do it ten times over. You’re the mother of his children, after all, his wife and soulmate. 

He met you at a small bakery on the corner of a forgotten street after a double shift. Back turning in knots, cranky as ever with permanently furrowed brows. And when he’d order his favorite pastry—a chocolate eclair—only for it to disappear in the hands of another customer, he was downright irritated. Turning to the offender, the kinks in his muscles suddenly melted at the sight of your apologetic smile. Your apology dissipated in his ears, not managing to reach his cognition as he studied your stunning glow in the dim yellow lighting of that cafe.  

Before you could finish your offer to buy him double, his mouth moved ahead of his mind; “Would you like to sit together?” 

That was forever ago, though. Prior to him falling in love, to your laugh breathing life and color into him once again. To you becoming the soul reason he clocked in every day at a dead-end job he settled for. He was putty in the palm of your hand, but could you blame him? You were his salvation from the bitter, grey world he walked alone for years, and now even the sun felt warmer with you around. 

So, when days become thoroughly tedious such as this one, his eyes tend to wander. Once, twice to his watch, then to the countless drawings from Yuji and Nobara stuck to the cubicle. Yuji and Nobara were two sides of the same coin, regardless of the weekly sibling rivalry where he had to stop them from tearing each other’s hair out. Nanami wasn’t a man who chose sides which usually resulted in him taking both drawings from their art competitions, to the dismay of the sore winners. 

The old Nanami Kento would’ve hunched over the desk, mindlessly typing away past his shift ending, until his buzzing lamp was the sole light left in the office. Currently, he was dying to go home, nearly dreaming of seeing your faces, your “welcome home” as he opened the door. His printed tie is lax around his neck, shirt unbuttoned a little too low with an ankle crossed over the other knee, like nothing matters besides holding you at the end of the day. The digital clock rings, breaking him out of a trance and knocking the pen he’d been fumbling with out of his hands. 

Immediately he starts shoving papers in his briefcase, some crumpling and folding at the edges. He throws his suit jacket on, clocks out with the same vigor and heads for the door. 

“Nanami, wait a second!” his boss hollers from his office. He steps out, and Nanami barely spares him a glance.  

“We’re short-staffed right now, I’ll need you to stay behind-” 

“No.” 

His boss stands dumbfounded, and it takes a few business days for him to register that his demand was denied. He brushes his balding combover and clears his throat, “Excuse me?”   

“I’m going home to my wife.” 

“This isn’t up for discussion-” Suddenly, Nanami shoots a glare that stops him dead in his tracks. His legs are glued to the floor, like the senses of prey in proximity to a vulture. He appears to be his standard nonchalance, but with the way his jaw clenched, and his eyes bore through him, perhaps retracting his words was the best decision for his safety. 

“U-understood. Have a good weekend.” 

The city streets are serene following sundown, a calm breeze picking up rustling leaves that began to fall. He checks his watch again; just in time for dinner. He hurries up the townhouse steps of the brick building and clicks his key into the mahogany door. 

“Ahhh!” 

“Yuji, come here!” 

“Wahhh, black flash!” 

All the lights in the living room and kitchen are on, and blankets are thrown haphazardly around the floor. The television plays an obnoxiously loud cartoon, but it’s evident none of them are watching it based on the army of colorful toys piled on the couch, and a suspicious stuffed wolf plush sitting on the stairs with its head lopsided. An odd lone cookie lays half-eaten on the floor, and the kitchen counters are strewn with crumby flour and sticky batter. The faint aroma of something sweet lingers in the entryway. 

The best part is you, his wife, chasing after Yuji and Nobara in his dirty button up teal shirt with the sleeves rolled up. You’re all dripping in water, trailing sodden footprints around the house. Nobara comes around the kitchen island in a bath robe and towel headband, bunny ears bobbing as she drags a leash toy behind her popping plastic balls of rainbow pigments.  

Yuji, on the other hand, is completely naked minus a comical formation of bubbles around his lower half. He’s chasing her with a toy car foaming with soap and it soars in the air as he laughs and chants sound effects, “bam, black flash!”, pretending to launch it at her. The lot of you are circling the kitchen island, chaotic laughing and shrieking as Nobara’s toy bangs into the stools and cabinets. Just then, a wind-up robot taps Nanami’s foot and falls over. 

“Yuji stop chasing her!”  

“Ahhh!” 

“RAHH!” 

He’s never felt more at home in his life. 

He drops his briefcase, shrugs off his jacket and shoes and joins in. Yuji may be able to evade your grasp, but Nanami was an entirely different beast. You finally manage to intercept Nobara and scoop her in your arms, shaggy robe eclipsing her small cherubic pout. Nanami rushes around the corner and snatches Yuji upside-down, tiny damp feet pressed at his chin with his arms dangling in the air. Amid the chaos you hadn't noticed him, but when your kind eyes meet, a bright smile warms his cheeks, like the first time you met—he's smitten all over again.  

“Daddy!” Nobara screams. 

Yuji squeals and struggles wildly in Nanami’s hold. “I win” he declares. 

“Noo you don’t, not fair!” He tries to escape but Nanami has an iron grip, and you place Nobara on the counter while you get Yuji. He passes him off to you, “Sorry, you’re covered in water now.” He tilts your chin and plants a chaste kiss, skimmed traces of yearning. “Doesn’t matter. I’ve been missing you all day.” 

“Really?” He hates when you ask that, because truthfully, he misses you incessantly. It borders on obsession. The second you leave his sight, he’s wondering when you’ll return, if he could go with you, should it be a family outing, should he follow you? He’ll stir in the thoughts that totally encompass you; you, you, you, until you come back to him. 

“Of course, my love.” Yuji grumbles an annoyed noise and tucks his head in your neck. “Trouble in paradise?” he adds, a tinge of sarcasm. You giggle, brushing the drenched strand of hair from your face, “Yuji really fought the bath today.” 

“Black flash!” he yells, firing his baby fist in the air. Nanami makes a feigned noise of pain to throw his head back and clutch his heart. “C’mon now, let’s finish up” you tell him. As you’re dragging him down the hallway to the bathroom, his defiant wails fade to silence. 

Nanami cleans up the disarray with Nobara’s help. She throws the toys in the toybox, a proud look on her face while Nanami stacks the blankets in a lump on the couch and sweeps the crumbs from the floor. He felt a bit guilty putting a damper on the fun, but winding down the kids for bedtime was most important, and Nobara would gladly change into her dinosaur pajamas if that meant she could spend some time with dad.  

Yuji arrives as a tired, messy-haired but less stinky version of himself, wearing an alien onesie. You’d clearly won the great bath war. 

But a growing scent floods the kitchen, mild smoke emitting from the stove skillet. 

The skillet? 

Shit. 

“Ohh, no no no”, you run to grab a spatula and remove the skillet from the burner. The pancake facing you seems unharmed, perfect even with a nice fluffy texture. You fan the smoke away with a kitchen towel and Nanami approaches you. He looms over the pan, “Pancakes?” 

“Yeah, Yuji wanted pancakes and Nobara wanted chicken nuggets. So, we did both” you say, scraping the underside of it. The crackling of something crispy doesn’t do much to ease your doubts. “Looks good to me-” 

You flip the pancake, and it’s fully burnt.  

Solid black with a thin trail of smoke billowing. You both stare at it in silence. Then you look at each other, and Nanami bursts out laughing. Tears collect at his eyes, and he’s doubled over with his head on your shoulder, a hand around your waist. You sigh in defeat, “Does it still look good to you?” 

“I’ll eat it if it makes you happy.” 

“I’m not trying to kill my husband.” He hums and kisses your cheek. “I’m sorry, I tried to have dinner ready for when you got home. Lost track of time.” 

The last thing he’d want is for you to feel bad about such trivial matters. He hugs you from behind, whispering in your ear, “Don’t worry, it’s enough. Everything you do is enough.” Yuji abruptly hits his leg, and he peers down. “I wanna hug mommy too!” 

“Get in line. She’s my mommy right now” he teases. You giggle when Yuji tries to wedge between your bodies, and Nanami holds his head back like a bull charging at a fence. 

When they’re done eating their chicken nuggets, and he convinces Yuji that celery tastes better than pancakes, you snuggle up for the night. Weekends lasted later into the night, but regardless they had to stay on schedule. It was his favorite part of the week, where you dimmed the lights, he lit the fireplace and crowded on the floor of a striped blanket fort in the middle of the living room. Yuji rested his head on a pillow with his favorite wolf plush while Nobara laid on your stomach. 

“In the light of the moon, a little egg lay on a leaf” you start, holding the book with one hand. Nanami always opts to sit outside of the fort. One, because he’s too tall for it. And two, he likes to see your face reading peacefully in the rare tranquility of a hissing fireplace. You were so gentle and nurturing that at times he found it hard to pull himself away from your face, sinking in pure adoration. 

“One Sunday morning the warm sun came up and”, you wind up your hand and tickle Nobara. “Pop! —out of the egg came a tiny and very. Hungry. Caterpillar.” You tap her nose in line with the words.  

Nanami understood why the kids enjoyed your story time over his monotone one. He couldn’t get past the first page before Yuji started to complain and Nobara began to space out. “He started to look for some food” you dance your fingers down her spine like a caterpillar would, and she faintly smiles. 

Yuji normally falls asleep first, snoring like a grown man as he drools into the pillow. Then Nobara will drift quietly, to the point where you barely realize she’s dreaming. Then you, fighting sleep as you gaze up at Nanami, forcing yourself to make conversation in a half-groggy state. Your hair is jumbled and the shirt you stole from the hamper bunches at your waist. Here, he feels fulfilled. Irrevocably whole. 

“How was your day, sweetheart?” you drawl. His heart flutters at the pet name, caressing your face with his thumb. “The usual” he replies, just as soft and tender, “it felt longer today.” 

“Mm? Why?” He picks up on a croak in your voice, a sign you’ll be sleeping soon. “I couldn’t wait to come home.” 

A pleased noise rumbles at the back of your throat. “Let’s go to the beach. It’ll get too cold soon.” 

“Tomorrow?” 

“Mhm”, you run your hand over his, leaning into his touch, “maybe we could invite Gojo and his kids.” 

“Hell no, that guy’s a nutcase.” You laugh, hushed and weak. He kisses your forehead. “Goodnight, my love.”  

“No, I’m not sleeping yet” you groan in spite of closing your eyes. “Then what are you doing, right now?” 

“Mm. Just resting them.”  

He smirks, aware of what happens right after that. He kisses your nose, then your velvety lips. He can’t shake the fact that he’d found someone like you, someone who’d love him unconditionally, accept his flaws and dry humor and stand by his side under any circumstances. It almost felt undeserved, like that bakery incident should’ve earned him a slap to the face instead of your sweet nature, swelling his heart and pulling him deeper. His only treasures, laid in front of him in a cozy cuddle pile.  

Before he could get up to turn the lights off, a soothing utterance of your voice, words he’d been waiting for since he opened the door. 

“Welcome home, Kento.” 

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[plumipal]

I gotta know what other cookies do yall wanna see from me? I guess crk requests/aaks open for any cookie that sint obviously a child

Also update on the promise ring: to be brunt im burnt out. With the constant "when will you post again?" and the lack of just any fun "feedback" (reblog tags or comments) kinda made me not wanna create.

I thrive on all the comments and everything written in the reblogs, in short if you want me to be not burnt out enough to post then uh, please interact other than likes? Best way to honestly get me going.

Also like, stop asking for it, instead just write any other fun thing (theories, praise, idfk anything other than "when when when?")

Rambly but yeah, not fun to create when im only getting complains for being slow but no fun stuff to read from the comments

NOTE IM NOT LEAVING TWST!! I HAVE THE ADEUCE TATTOO I HAVE BEEN IN THIS FOR FAR TOO LONG TO LEAVE NOW! Im just burnt put for creating when there is little to no feedback !!

Double posting the image cuz its funny idc what yall say

[bonesxbows]

Act Naturally - Chapter 1 (Cooper Howard X Reader)

Masterlist

While exploring an old section of Hollywood, the two of you stumble upon an old advertisement for a cowboy movie. But the man on the poster looks suspiciously a lot like Cooper, even down to the same smile. But it couldn't possibly be him...right?

(WARNINGS) - anger issues - negative self talk (from Cooper not you)

I feel like I dragged this on for way longer than it needed to be BUT it's a done thing now and tbh I'm pretty happy with it. I fucking adore soft Cooper moments and idc if I have to write them all myself

Also! This idea came from @land-of-evergreens-and-dye so full credit to them for letting me stew on this prompt

Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Reblogs and comments much appreciated!

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The two of you had found yourselves in an old section of Hollywood. It had been so long since Cooper had told you his reason for bringing you here that you’d forgotten what his motivation for this excursion was. Although it didn’t really matter to you, you’d follow him anywhere whether he wanted you to tag along or not. There was no separating you two. Not anymore. 

Most of the buildings had been boring to scavenge through, if you could even find a way inside at all. Not much was left of the boulevard besides dusty sidewalks and rusting billboards. But one building in particular piqued your interest. It had a larger facade than all the rest where small billboard-like signs hung above the wide double doors. Broken and busted bulb lights framed the signs and the rows of black lettering were missing far too many letters to be able to read it clearly. What letters you could make out only baffled you more than the strange-looking building did. 

‘Co - How - Starr - in - Th - M - Fr - Dea - Horse’

“Horse? What’s a horse?” you asked out loud, more to yourself than to him. He usually never listened to your mid-exploring ramblings, though he never did tell you to stop. You turned around to find him staring up at the old sign too, although his brow was creased and a scowl was stuck on his face. You placed a hand on his shoulder and he turned to you, his expression softening as his eyes shifted to looking at you instead. 

“You wanna check inside there, don’ you?” He asked. 

You nodded and gave him a small smile. “Can we? Please? I’ve never seen any place like it before.” 

“Hm. ‘Spose we can. But make it quick alright?” He checked his pistol’s ammunition levels and flipped the barrel back into place once he was satisfied. You led the way forward, pushing the swinging doors inward as Cooper was right behind you, pistol in hand and trigger finger ready. 

He was a little disappointed when the place appeared to be empty. But the feeling didn’t last, he couldn’t stay upset as he watched you scurry around the place, your eyes wide with fascination. The interior was even more astonishing to you than the exterior had been. Rows of folding booth-like chairs covered the majority of the floor, their fabric exterior faded and torn, and in the back of the building was a wooden stage. Ragged old curtains framed the blank wall behind the stage where its faded white paint chipped and peeled off the plaster. There wasn’t much hiding between the rows of chairs besides dust and sand but you still kept your hopes high that the rest of the building would hold something worthwhile. 

“What is this place? Some kind of shooting gallery?” you asked, your wasteland-born intelligence of pre-war places was lacking, but fortunately for you, Cooper liked you enough to fill you in on what knowledge you didn't have. 

He chuckled at your observation. He supposed a shooting gallery was just about the closest thing you could get to a theater these days. “Not ‘xactly, sweetheart. It was used for movies, picture shows, that kinda thing. A place where folks could feign ignorance ‘bout the end of the world fast approachin’ on their heels.” 

“Movies? Like the kind on those busted-up televisions?” you continued to explore around as you talked. He followed you, keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary that could be dangerous while you focused on the useful and exciting things you could find. 

“Mmhm. Just like those. Never endin’ loops of fairytale stories kept alive by people long gone by now.” he explained, and you ended the conversation after that. His voice was strained and scruffy, meaning he was either remembering something he wanted to forget or he was getting agitated. Either way, you knew it was in your best interest to stop asking questions. 

Things got progressively more interesting when you discovered the back rooms of the building. The first one had been large, with dusty velvet ropes leading to a counter filled with food machines and nuka-cola dispensers, you’d come back here to scavenge all the food you could carry with you on your way out, but the hallways and storage rooms were what really piqued your attention. 

Posters lined the wooden walls of the hallways, the plaster that had once surrounded them now nothing more than dust on the ground. The paper was old, torn, and extremely faded, even with the lack of sunlight in the place. The color was all but gone from the paper, but you could still make out the words if you squinted hard enough. 

“Cooper Howard Starring in The Man From Dead Horse.” The letters matched up with the ones from outside but yet you were still baffled on what exactly a horse was. The poster had no other information to help clarify, although you found it interesting that the man on the paper supposedly shared your cowboy’s name. 

“Huh.” You exclaimed as you studied the pictures. 

“What?” Cooper called after you, pulling his attention only slightly away from the containers he was looting around the place, looking for spare ammo or anything else that was useful. 

“Nothing. Just something about these posters. Are these about those movies you were talking about?”  you asked, which had him turning around to examine the poster along with you. The only response he gave you was a short grunt, which you knew translated to a yes. You shifted your eyes back to the paper on the wall. Most of the color may have been gone but you could still make out a blue shirt on a man with a white cowboy hat on top of his head. He stood in a pose with his revolver in the air and his other hand on his hip. He wore a smirk on his face that felt familiar and something in the back of your mind itched like you had seen this all before…somewhere. But you couldn't pinpoint the memory. 

When you turned back around Cooper was already gone down the hallway so you hurried to follow him, tearing your eyes from the poster but keeping your mind on the nagging feeling it left you with. Maybe if you turned the picture over in your head enough times the memory you were looking for would click, or so you hoped. 

His attitude had significantly changed after you found that poster. He became more on edge and that gruff exterior he had when you had first met him was back. He rushed through the rest of the building, seemingly not caring if you were behind him or not. By the time you caught up with him, he was shoving his way back out through the swinging front doors. You could see the finger on his pistol’s trigger starting to twitch. You followed him outside and down the road a way until he stopped in front of the first billboard he saw. 

Like everything else in the wasteland, the colors were gone and the picture was faded, but you could clearly tell it had been an advertisement for Vault-Tec before the bombs. Cooper didn’t hesitate to unload every round in his revolver through the billboard. Pieces of wood and metal went flying and you instinctively covered your face, listening to the bullet casings and wood chips hit the concrete around you. He eventually ran out of bullets, although you could still hear him clicking the trigger. Once the gun sounded empty you lowered your arms again, examining the now hole-riddled Vault Boy on the billboard. Cooper’s face still held a nasty scowl. 

“You got a personal vendetta with Vault-Tec I don't know about or something? What just happened?” you asked. If you were anyone else he would have filled you with lead just for asking a question right then and there. He was currently too angry to deal with stupidity. But he would never purposefully hurt you, that was one line he refused to cross in his mind. But unknowingly to you your words only fueled his anger more. 

“Shut it. Let’s go. I’m sick of this place.” he snapped, his usual drawl and accent missing and replaced by venom in his words. He quickened his pace out of the block of streets and you followed him, but you kept your distance to a minimum of a few feet at least for the remainder of the trek. 

It had been a few hours since Cooper’s outburst and the two of you had set up camp for the night inside of an old diner. He had seemed to calm down a little but he had set himself up in the corner of a booth with his hat pulled down over his eyes and his feet kicked up on the table in front of him. Which left you alone with your thoughts in front of his makeshift campfire. You watched the sun sink below the horizon as you replayed the earlier events of the day over and over in your head, still trying to connect the dots. You stared at Cooper, his supposedly sleeping form leaning against the worn material of the diner booth, hoping that if you focused on him hard enough you could will the connection in your mind to click. 

And then the realization hit you like a lightning bolt, your eyes pulling all of the pieces together in front of you as you stared at his hat and the rough skin poking out from underneath it. 

You sprang up from your seat on the ground, sliding yourself into the booth on the other side of the table in front of him. He didn't seem to notice until you reached over and yanked his cowboy hat off of his head with one swift motion. His eyes shot open and immediately landed on you. 

“Can’t a ghoul get some shut-eye ‘round here without you botherin’ him?” he scoffed, pulling himself up into a sitting position and turning to face you across the table. You didn’t respond and instead placed his hat on the table in front of you, staring at him with full intent. He was unbothered underneath your intense gaze, either he was used to being stared at or knew you weren’t much of a threat to him. “I got somethin’ in my teeth or is this a new hobby of yours I don’ know about?” he asked, your silence was irking him more than your constant staring. 

You let your eyes do all the work and your imagination filled in the blanks, pulling both images in your head together; the man from the poster and the man sitting in front of you. His dirty blue shirt peaking out from underneath his duster confirmed your suspicion. 

“You’re him.” was all you said as the realization set in. 

“Pardon?”

“You're him! From the poster earlier! That's why he looked so familiar!” your excitement was getting hard to contain. You had known Cooper was from before the bombs but you hadn’t known he was THAT Cooper Howard. 

“Darlin’, I have no idea what you’re on about. You best forget ‘bout that whole theater ‘fore you go and stir up trouble.” he told you, folding his arms in front of him on the table as his brow darkened his eyes. 

“What’s the big deal, Coop? Why didn’t you tell me? Is that why you rushed out of there so quickly?” you spoke quickly, the questions flooding out of your mouth faster than you had intended. 

“Hmph. ‘What’s the big deal?’ The ‘big deal’ is that man is dead. Has been for over 200 years. I ain’t keen on bringin’ him back neither. His optimism and gullibility got him killed and that was the end of that. I’m done rememberin’ the sorry excuse I got for a past. Reminiscing don’ keep you alive for long.” his western accent was tangled together with poison as he spat out his words. But his scary looks didn’t work on you anymore. 

“Maybe, but you’re still him, Coop. You’ve adapted to the wasteland but you’re still you. Roughed up and scarred a little, sure, but who isn’t?” you told him, doing your best to keep your voice soft to combat his spitefulness. 

“A little? Sweetheart, I’m a damn monster, everyone out ‘ere thinks so. Whatever was left of good ol’ Cooper Howard died when this here skin started fallin’ off. I’m done bein’ nice in a world that does nothin’ but kicks you when you’re down.” 

“I don’t think you're a monster.” 

It was one sentence, just a few words, but it made him pause. His scowl vanished for a few seconds and was replaced by a look of confusion. There was a small smile tugging at his lips too, if you were quick enough to notice it before it was gone. He sighed and leaned back against the booth. 

“Well then that’s one hell of a lapse of judgment on your part sweetheart.” he hooked his hands together and put them behind his head, cradling the back of his neck as he closed his eyes again and leaned further into the booth. But you weren't done with the conversation just yet. 

You got up, grabbed his hat off of the table, and shifted yourself into the booth he was sitting in. You looked at him and then looked down at his hat in your hands. A relic from over two centuries ago, covered in sand and caked in dirt. But still a working and functioning cowboy hat. It protected its wearer from the harsh sun and there was a sense of safety woven somewhere in between the fibers. Broken and beaten and even dirtied beyond repair, it was still a hat. And Cooper was still a person. 

You climbed on top of the table, being careful not to accidentally kick him with your feet as you positioned yourself in front of him and placed a leg on either side of his body. You placed his hat in its rightful place on top of his head, making him open his eyes again when he felt your touch. He looked up at you curiously, fully not expecting you to be on the table in front of him. You reached down and grabbed both of the lapels of his duster, balling the fabric up in your fists as you pulled him forward and smashed your lips into his. You were quick with your movements, something you had learned from being around Cooper so much recently, which left little to no time for him to react or protest against your sudden affection. 

Although he didn't seem to mind. His hands found their way to your hips almost automatically and he slipped them under your shirt, grabbing at your soft skin roughly. Tomorrow morning you would have bruises all over your hips in the shape of his fingertips, but it happened so often now that the purples and blues were a permanent part of you. You had started this impromptu makeout session but he was determined to finish it. His tongue worked fervidly like he was mapping the constellations in the night sky across the inside of your mouth. He never once gave you the chance to take the lead and he was as quick as a viper to wrangle back control when you tried to take it yourself. At some point he had shifted his hands underneath you and scooped you off the table, sliding you right into his lap while still keeping a strong grip on you, never once slowing down with his tongue. Your legs were forced to wrap around him, your bodies now flush against each other in the booth. 

It wasn’t long after he had pulled you closer that you had to pull away, panting and taking gulps of air. You finally let go of his jacket as you leaned back against the table, feeling the metal edge digging into your back as you did so. 

“You know for a so-called ‘monster’ you sure know how to make someone feel breathless.” You told him as you admired the way he was smirking at you. Ironically it was the exact same smirk from that old poster of him, although you noticed he had shifted from that old-school charming look to now one that held an aura of danger around him. 

“Hm. Well, now I’ve never been the type to pass up an opportunity when it’s handed to me. ‘Specially if it ends with somethin’ pretty sittin’ in my lap.” his grip on your hips was still ironclad as his eyes raked over you. His stare felt similar to a hunter stalking its prey. You knew what he was doing, trying to convince himself he was right by acting like a predator, but you knew the truth underneath the facade. You had seen firsthand how he had cared for you and looked after you even when he stood to gain nothing in return. 

“Whether the old Cooper is dead or not doesn’t change the fact that I love this, right here, right now. Whatever led to you being my cowboy, I wouldn’t change a thing.” you ran your fingers up his chest as you spoke, fiddling your way underneath the collar of his cowboy costume to run your fingertips along the raised edges of his scarred skin. He sat back and let you touch him, not making any move to try and stop you. He’d let you do anything your little heart desired. He was your cowboy, he knew that, and yet two hundred years ago he would have never imagined meeting someone like you. He’d be damned if he would let anything happen to you, you were the only good thing he had left in this fucked up world. He refused to let anything else be taken from him. 

“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” he mumbled as he brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, relishing in the way the soft cartilage felt against his marred fingertips. He ran the very tip of his finger against the edge of your ear, earning a tilt of your head as a response to the sensation. 

“Cooper?” you asked, making his eyes flick to yours. He noticed you had pulled your hand out from under his shirt and instead, you had placed it on top of his chest, mindlessly fumbling with the ancient fringe attached to the front. 

“Hm?” 

“I still have one question,” you told him, knitting your brows together in curiosity. 

“I’m listenin’.” he had been so enraptured by your affection that he had no idea what to anticipate, especially when your face had turned so serious. 

“What even is a horse, anyway?”

It took him a great deal of effort to stifle his laughter. 

[kathlare]

opposite

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Feeling hurt and betrayed, Amelie struggles with the emotions that resurface, realizing how much their past still affects her. In a moment of impulse, she decides to block Lando on social media, attempting to sever the last ties to their complicated history.

Wordcount: 1.4 k

Warnings: none

January 4th, 2022 - Riviera Maya, Mexico

liked by luisinhaoliveira99, carlossainz55, and others

landonorris: My sunshine 🌞

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carlossainz55: Ah, young love. So cute. 🤠 → landonorris: @carlossainz55 gracias, viejo. 😂

maxfewtrell: oh we’re HARD hard launching huh 👀 → landonorris: @maxfewtrell go big or go home, mate 🤷‍♂️

mclarenfan99: Hard launching like you weren’t just “keeping things private” a month ago?? 😂 → f1tea: @mclarenfan99 Lando moves faster than Red Bull’s pit stops. 💀

landomegafan: I fear this won’t age well. 😬

chilisgirl55: MY MAN IS GONE. THE GRIEF IS REAL. 😭 → fastlanefan: @chilisgirl55 We lost him, ladies. It’s over. 💔

landoobsessed: I mean… happy for you or whatever. 🙂

danielricciardo: Can I still call you sunshine or is that off-limits now? 🤔 → landonorris: @danielricciardo you’ll always be my sunshine, Danny. 🌞🥹

f1tea: i just know somewhere out there, an Amelie fan just threw their phone across the room 💀 → f1gossip: @f1tea multiple phones have been sacrificed today

mclarenfan99: "My sunshine" oh he’s in deep

papayafan4: i mean... happy for him but lowkey feels weird idk 😬 → fastlanefan: @papayafan4 nah fr it’s like we time-traveled to an alternate reality 😭

f1_memes: wonder who’s NOT double-tapping this one 😬 → hotlapqueen: @f1_memes WHOEVER COULD IT BE?? 🤔💀

charles_leclerc: cute. 😊 → landonorris: @charles_leclerc thanks, mate 😁

notoverit: idc what anyone says, he will never have chemistry like he had with Amelie again → girlmath: @notoverit the way they’re not friends anymore makes this hurt more 😭

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Amelie lay sprawled out on one of the luxurious lounge chairs by the pool, basking in the midday sun. The warmth of the Mexican coast was a welcome change from the gray skies of London, where she had spent months rehearsing Wicked before taking a break to come home for the holidays.

—Why can't we just be on a permanent vacation?— she muttered under her breath, closing her eyes and letting the moment wash over her.

But soon, her phone buzzed on the table next to her. Not once, but twice. Three times. She squinted, peeking through the sunglasses resting on her nose, and saw that she was being tagged repeatedly.

Rolling her eyes, Amelie picked up the phone, fully expecting one of her friends to have posted something ridiculous on Instagram or for it to be one of her brothers sending memes. But as she swiped through her notifications, her heart dropped into her stomach.

Lando Norris.

She didn’t even have to open the post fully to know what was happening. Her finger hovered over the notification for a moment, and then she clicked it.

Lando.

The photo that appeared was one that made her chest tighten in an instant: it was a picture of Lando and his new girlfriend—none other than Luisinha Oliveira—standing together in what could only be described as a "hard launch" to their relationship. It was a clean, crisp shot that screamed intimacy—Lando’s arm around her, their faces close, an undeniable chemistry that Amelie recognized all too well.

It was exactly what she had feared. They had gone public.

A harsh laugh escaped her lips as she stared at the photo. She felt something sickly churning in her stomach, like she’d swallowed a rock. She hadn’t heard from Lando in over seven months, hadn’t seen him since their last bitter interaction. And now here he was, moving on, with someone else.

Amelie’s fingers trembled as she scrolled down through the comments, each one filled with praise, support, and excitement from his fans, who had clearly been waiting for this moment. "Finally! They're official!" one comment read. "Lando and Luisinha are goals!" another added. It felt like the whole world was cheering for them.

But Amelie wasn’t part of that world anymore. Not after everything that had happened.

She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort to calm herself. Her thoughts spun in all directions, and her emotions ran wild. Anger, sadness, disbelief. She tried to remember the last time she had seen him, the sting of their last words still fresh in her mind, the silence that followed when he had started talking to someone else. She had been so focused on her own career, her own healing—but seeing this, seeing him so happily posted with her, made the distance between them feel painfully real. The gap between who they were, and who they’d become.

Amelie stared at the picture for a few seconds longer, her finger hovering over the screen, unsure if she wanted to keep looking or throw her phone into the pool.

Why does it hurt so much? she wondered. She hadn’t even considered what would happen if Lando ever moved on, and now it was right there in front of her. The fact that he had done it so easily, so publicly, it was a slap in the face. It felt like she wasn’t even a part of his world anymore—like their shared past meant nothing.

She forced herself to look away from the screen, swallowing the tightness in her throat. This is stupid. You’re stupid. The words came like a rush of bitter thoughts—her own inner voice mocking her. She thought she had been over it. Thought she had come to terms with their fallout. But there it was. His smile. His arm around her. Her, not her.

Amelie sat up, her eyes glued to the photo once again. The comment section filled up with the same messages. “I knew they were meant to be!” “Lando found someone who truly gets him!” It was all so perfect.

Perfect for him, not me. She scoffed, letting out a dry laugh that didn’t feel like her own. The envy burned. And it wasn’t just because he was in a relationship—it was because he was happy with someone else. And that someone else wasn’t her.

Amelie took a long, shaky breath and felt the sting of rejection all over again. It was like she was back in that moment when Lando had started pulling away, when she was too busy, when he decided to talk to Luisinha instead. She hated herself for not noticing the signs sooner. Hated herself for thinking that it would work out, that they could pick up where they left off, even when it had been so messy.

But now, seeing him here, so openly with someone else, it made her realize that he had been waiting for this. He’d been waiting to find someone who fit his image of happiness, who could be the opposite of whatever they had. He was holding out for someone who didn’t feel like home, like she had.

You knew I would see that. You knew I would notice.

He wanted someone who was nothing like her, someone who wouldn’t remind him of the complications. Someone who wasn’t Amelie.

Amelie dropped her phone onto the lounger beside her, her breath catching in her throat. She could feel the heat of the sun on her skin, but it felt distant, almost suffocating now. A wave of nausea hit her, as if the air itself was suddenly too thick to breathe. Her mind raced with a hundred conflicting thoughts, but one thing was crystal clear: she couldn’t just let this slide. Not this time. Not after everything.

Her phone buzzed again, pulling her from her spiraling thoughts. Another notification. Another mention. Another reminder that the world was watching him and not her.

She wasn’t sure what triggered it—whether it was the way his arm was so possessively wrapped around Luisinha, the gleam in his eyes as they stared at each other, or the overwhelming flood of emotions that came with it. All of it felt like a slap, a reminder of their messy history, the broken pieces of what they used to be.

It wasn’t that she hadn’t expected it. She had prepared herself, sort of. After all, Lando had moved on from their casual situationship months ago, found someone else, and she had gone on with her life. She had dated other people, had buried herself in her career, and for the most part, it had worked.

But this? Seeing it like this, so out in the open, so clean and neat, hurt more than she cared to admit.

—Fuck this.—

She reached for her phone again, her fingers suddenly steady as she unlocked it. She didn’t even think twice. She tapped into his Instagram. The account was full of posts from his racing life, photos of the McLaren garage, his fans, his travels. Everything about it screamed success.

But today, there was a new post. A post that was now all over her feed.

She stared at the photo once again, the face of the girl who was now his. His.

Her stomach churned, and without any hesitation, Amelie hit the three dots in the top right corner of the post, then scrolled to "Block." A rush of anger surged through her, and her thumb pressed down firmly on the option. It wasn’t a calculated decision—it was impulsive. A reflex. She didn’t want to be reminded of this. Of them. Of what they had been.

She blocked him from her main account. Blocked him from his photography account too. That account had been a quiet thing for them, something they had joked about, something personal—before all of this.

As the confirmation appeared on her screen, Amelie felt her chest tighten. It felt like an odd mixture of relief and guilt, as if the decision was both a form of self-preservation and a declaration of something darker. The past was gone. She was cutting it off completely. She didn’t want to look back anymore. Not at him. Not at them.

A few minutes passed in silence, and she simply stared at her phone, feeling the weight of the action settle in. But the hurt was still there. A lingering ache that wouldn’t go away just because she blocked him from her Instagram.

Amelie stood up and walked over to the edge of the pool, staring down at the deep blue water. It looked peaceful, undisturbed, just like how she wished she could feel.

But no amount of blocking, no distance, could block out the memories of what they had shared. What they used to be.

—You’re doing the right thing.— Her inner voice tried to reassure her. But it felt hollow. Because in the end, it wasn’t about being right. It was about feeling something, anything, that could break the grip the past had on her.

Behind her, she heard someone calling her name. Her mom. Victoria, always so serene, always so poised, calling her to come inside.

—Amelie, dinner’s ready, cariño. Come on, don’t sit there alone.—

Amelie took a deep breath. She wasn’t alone. She had her family. They had always been her anchor, and right now, it was all she had.

With one last glance at the pool, she turned and walked toward the villa. The weight of the decision still clung to her, but for the first time in what felt like a long time, she was doing what she needed to do. She was moving on. She was choosing herself. And maybe that’s what it took to finally start letting go.

Lando had his life. He had found his happiness, his new world.

And Amelie? She was figuring out how to rebuild hers. Without him.

For the first time in a long time, Amelie felt something shift. Not a big change, not a life-altering decision—but something small, something real.

[saikolikes]

Aki’s P5R  fanfic recs! (part 2)

Hi and welcome to another one of my recs posts! As you can see, this is part two: part one of this post can be found HERE and includes fics I bookmarked between April 2019 and December 2020. This second post will deal with everything I bookmarked during 2021 and 2022 (... so yes, part 3 is bound to happen some times in the future)

Here a brief disclaimer:

Everything in here is spoiler for either P5 vanilla, Royal, or Strikers;

I won’t report the tags, as it would take too long, so if you’re interested in a fic, please open the link;

Fic recs obviously reflect my tastes and preferences. For example, I love suffering and I don’t like fluff or domestic works, so browse this list knowing that;

The stark majority of the works here is shuakeshu

If you want more recs you can find them in my bookmarks, most of them are public!

MY ONGOING RECS Again, I don't read a lot of ongoing works (although, admittedly more than in the past) and these are the ones I'm subscribed to that I'm adoring!

The Lovers, Reversed by salexectria, Terra5 (E) | Royalty a/b/o AU | akeshu | series in three parts, ongoing "A Thief is caught stealing from the Northern King, and is sentenced to death for his crimes. The Alpha Prince intervenes, but at what cost to them both?" What I love about this AU is the amount of politics and worldbuilding put into it, as well as the uniqueness of double povs who constantly switch from Akira to Goro creating one back and forth that acts literally like poking into their minds. Plus the slow burn and the pining are just on point.

never die when I'm dead by threerings (E) | Royal & post-Royal | akeshu | series in 2 parts, ongoing Two one shots featuring one of my absolute flavors of this ship: sad, intense and unhinged

IDC FOR UPDATES I resolved to defeat my abandoned-wip trauma one excellent fic at a time so here's a list of works that haven't been updated in a while or the author straight up confirmed they won't keep writing them, but they are so good you just have to read them and let them remodel you. Do it. Do it now.

the year of the knife by theexistentiallyqueer (M) | No powers AU | shuakeshu | 2 chapters "The plan for Akira's junior year of high school was to keep his head down and his nose clean, but he hadn't counted on his new high school having more trouble than it was worth--and he specifically didn't plan on Akechi Goro, the haughty, machiavellian vice president of Shujin Academy's student council, dragging him face-first into political scandal and a series of encounters that would change his life." Please let teq bring you through a journey of spot-on characterization and stunning prose that will rewire your brain chemistry completely. Their take on machiavellian Akechi is really good, and the snark Akira spits in this fic is really something I cherish.

kiss & cry by MajorGodComplex (T) | Figure skating AU | shuakeshu | 2 chapters "Goro’s first thought when he hits the ground is some combination of the words ‘shit fuck hell fucking bullshit bitch fuck motherfucking hell.’ His next thought is wondering whether Akira Kurusu, senior debut, constant thorn in Goro’s side, and the only person anyone this season seems to talk about, is also trying to land a quad axel at the moment." I don't know what to tell you, the prose of this one is so witty and funny you just have to read what's published of it as of now!

honeybrains by succubused (T) | Time loop | shuakeshu | 4 chapters "a chronicle of the twenty-fourth time akira kurusu lived through the month of january 2017" What can I say, I am really a sucker for time loops and this fic took me by the heart. Tagged as character study and with rights because the characterization here is very interesting!

in the snow globe by aminami (E) | Time travel | shuake | 1 chapter "It’s your heart,” Joker says like it’s the most obvious thing. “Your desires, your hopes, your fears. I’ll carry them with me always. My little snow globe." This fic will hurt you so badly but it will be so worth it, I swear. It's just so melancholic and tender and angsty and it carved a place in my heart.

my love has never lived indoors by rhodophytae (E) | a/b/o | shuake | 1 chapter "Ren Amamiya knows he's an alpha, and he's comfortable with that, but he's pretty sure that being an alpha is, well...different for him than it is for other people. He resigned himself a long time ago to the fact that he'd probably go his whole life without finding anyone else like him. And then he meets Goro Akechi." This fic has such an interesting take on omegaverse! Paired with a stellar characterization and delicious pining, it's no surprise it's a fic I will never forget.

GENERAL RECS The fics I’ve enjoyed the most and that I go back to reading sometimes.

how joker and crow survived the coronavirus pandemic of 2020 by shntlvs (T) | Royal | shuakeshu | series of 2 works "Escaping from Maruki's false reality gets interrupted by the Coronavirus pandemic." Could you have ever imagined reading a fic centered around the pandemic? Me neither, but this one and its sequel work so well and have very compelling bits of characterization for the boys. Unexpected premise, but I utterly loved it.

straw house, straw dog by caelam (T) | 3rd sem | gen | one shot "In the saccharine utopia of Maruki’s reality, Goro Akechi’s mother is still alive." I admittedly don't read too many fics with mamakechi so I won't claim to be an expert, but this one really left me impressed with how clear and tangible the tangle of feelings is.

Knight of Pentacles, King of Spades by Naometry (M) | Medieval AU | shuakeshu | 11 chapters "“Hifumi passed on your greetings,” Akira Kurusu says, fury simmering beneath his conversational tone. “And I’m polite enough to give you my own in person. So greetings, General Goro Akechi. I am the man who will kill you.”" I started reading this fic for the war captive trope but this story has so much more to it than just that. Nao's superb skill with writing violence and viciousness will have you thrust into a cruel world where two boys seem to be bound to kill each other... unless?

Ripples by Riona (T) | gen | canon compliant | one shot "Ten people know exactly who the news is talking about, and now they’re going to have to deal with that." A peek into the heads of 10 of Joker's confidants upon learning about his death. The fic I would never imagined myself reading, but I did because it was recced to me, and now I'm recc'ing it to you, too.

When Your Eyes Meet Mine by seths_dream (E) | no powers AU | shuake | one shot "The way the bellboy lingered on him made his heart jolt, made him think that maybe, maybe the bellboy was looking at Goro the same way Goro was looking at him." I've lost count of how many times I read this fic because the horny is just so juicy, it's unironically one of the fics I come back to when I need to remind myself how to write horny stuff. (the same author also wrote this delicious pegoryu that you have to read)

a study in what not to say by succubused (T) | 3rd sem | shuake | one shot "Akira has finally had enough of Akechi's bullshit; they resolve it the only ways they know how." If you like the boys being really nasty to each other, this fic is a must. It has excellent dialogue, dynamics, and a tad of homoerotic wound tending which can't hurt no one!

MY ALL-TIME FAVOURITES The fics that rewired my brain chemistry, took my heart out, slapped it, put it back, and left me a whole new person.

27 steps to seduce a crow by relationshipcrimes (G) | Royal | shuakeshu | one shot "A handy bullet-pointed list on how to flirt with, seduce, and keep your local Akechi Goro." Still to this day, I think of this fic in terms of Goro's characterization. If I have a thing for post-canon shuake chasing each other, it's probably due to this one.

The Brigverse by TzviaAriella (E but most works are M) | Pirates AU | akeshuake | series, ongoing I admittedly don't care that much about pirates but the og fic from this series (A Brig Too Far) was being passed on so much that I gave it a try and. Oh boy. Not only is the characterization impeccable, the story compelling, and the action thrilling, but at least one scene and/or line from each work in this series has altered my brain permanently. I am a new person after reading Brigverse.

wild and free by bangandawhimper (E) | a/b/o | shuakeshu | one shot "Akira Kurusu hasn’t always been an omega. But now everyone he meets in this city assumes he’s an omega. He’s treated like an omega. He feels like an omega. He knows he feels like an omega because he remembers what it was to be an alpha." This work might have my favourite take ever on shuakeshu omegaverse, it's so fitting for them, so thought out, and the characterization is so on point... my god. Read this fic now.

The Diamond Chest by kinneas (E) | post-Royal | shuakeshu | 3 chapters, complete "Who says you have to see Morgana speak in the Metaverse before you can hear him in the real world? Not the few hundred officers who arrested Ren in Sae’s Palace two years ago, that’s for sure." Honestly everything kinnes writes is gold but I'm shouting this fic out because I reread more than a few scenes from this fic more than once, and it's a 100k-words baby. I am a sucker for heist stories, I am a sucker for dealing with trauma in very tangible ways, and I'm a sucker for kinneas' characterization of the boys.

before midnight by specterthief (Not rated) | 3rd sem, canon compliant | gen | one shot "“I—” Swallowing past the lump in her throat, Sumire sets down her chopsticks and rubs her face with both hands. “Um—who told you I was going to training camp?” (On January 9th, Sumire goes home.)" This is the stellar Sumire characterization fic you're looking for. Read this. Read this right now.

I HOPE THIS DOESN'T AWAKEN SOMETHING IN ME (DELUSIONAL) I clicked on these fics solely due to my trust in the authors/the summary/one rec and now I find myself with a new kink. Thanks.

Containment Breach by salexectria (E) | Space pirates AU | akeshu | one shot Akira gets stranded on an abandoned spaceship seemingly infested by a terrifying creature. He finds the lonely survivor of the crew and they begrudgingly start to work together to contact help and survive. I am just going to say that I clicked for salex's name, I stayed for the stellar characterization, pining and top-tier bantering, and got overwhelmed by the tentacle sex. (/pos)

it takes two by lumensd (E) | 3rd sem | akeshu | two-shots By all means, this series has some things I usually am not interested in (phone sex, degradation) but Jay is so skilled and his akeshus are so fucked in the head that now I've signed up for the masochist Joker agenda. Hurray!

i dream of you draped in wires by rime (E) | 3rd sem | akeshu | one shot "Maruki's Shadows don't want to fight; they just want to collect data. Wait, are those cat ears?" You would think a work with the tag "catboy shibari gunplay fuckordie" can't be too serious. Wrong! Excellent character study attack 🔪🔪🔪 (from the same author there's also this P5 vanilla fic that is excellent)

Darken my doorway by EnlacingLines (E) | 3rd sem-post canon | akeshu | one shot ""I don’t need to test my theory. You should be thanking me, really. Opening this door for you.” “A door to what?” Akira says, exasperated by just how self congratulatory Goro still sounds.“ Submission.” Or: I am a firm switch shuake shipper, I don't vibe with too-extreme dynamics *proceeds to go ballistics over this fic regardless*, *awakens to the wonder of d/s a lil fucked up dynamics*

[sergeantjessi]

I'm sorry you're Struggling but if it's any help, my friend with aphantasia once said that it's sometimes helpful cause you don't have anything to compare it to? like, when I draw I have an image in my head and I'm trying to extract it on _paper_ and then I get upset because. the version in my head is very better. vs my friend who gets a final piece once it's done and not before?

hope that made sense sorry agshgs

Thanks for the motivational words o7 Every once in a while I remember that usually people can visualise things on some level and that's when i browse the aphantasia tumblr tag to see other people who agree that this sounds fake /j

I feel like it is a double-edged sword. Most of the time I just have a vague concept which only gets real once I start drawing, so I start most of my drawings with the intention of finding out what something would look like, and therefore not really care about the end product. As long as it matches the words in my head I'm satisfied.

But it also gets so frustrating when I have an exact concept of what I want to draw... But my head just lacks the imagination to picture it and make me draw it. Like this aphantasia-tag browse was inspired by me starting a drawing, and noticing that i just... struggled. With everything. The proportions were off, the perspective didnt make any sense, i'm pretty sure the faces need to get reworked completely too... Simply because i can only start working things like this out once I actually see them in front of me. (Note: I know that people without aphantasia aren't automatically perfect at anatomy & perspective etc. and that they still need to practice and learn. It just feels like those people can at least start at point 0, having a rough image they can work with, meanwhile i start at like -1, and need to actually draw the picture i have no real idea what it should look like. before i can start drawing the "real" picture now that i know what my goal is. Does that make sense??? I just get frustrated sometimes with how much of a trial & error process drawing is for me and how many little side doodles i have to do bc otherwise i can't work out how something is supposed to look like...)

This got way longer than i intended asfghjk SORRYYYY

I'm glad that my aphantasia (usually) doesn't really affect me and idc about it, but from time to time... i get a little frustrated with it. :'D But it also means that every drawing is a surprise to me which is also nice o7

[stqrrships]

☆⋆⋅˚₊‧ Intro ⋆⋅˚₊‧☆

Heyo! I’m June/Juju/Twily/Starla 🎀

Demi-girl(?) & queer! i use she/he prns (+ pup :3 or anything except they)

I’m afro latina and kind of a new self shipper! yay! also i’m a minor rn (<15) so if you’re not cool with that i get it, just pls lmk 🙏🏽

I’d love to be mutuals/friends with anyone really, but i’m socially awkward, anxious as hell and have a hard time reaching out so i’m sorry in advance :P

my current interests: winx club, sanrio, strawberry shortcake, mlp (fim, g3.5 & 3), breaking bad, brawl stars, ever after & monster high, lalaloopsy, metalocalypse, mha, cartoon network, [adult swim], music, making ocs, and other stuff 🍓

comfort characters are twilight sparkle, princess tiana, mittens fluff ‘n’ stuff, dot starlight, strawberry shortcake, my melody, littleforestfellow, jessie (brawl stars), & cinnamoroll ☺️⋆⋅˚₊‧

f/o list below!💕

I don’t have many F/Os atm, though that’ll definitely change as I get more comfortable with selfshipping :)

💋 Main F/Os 💋

Tenya Iida (My Hero Academia)

Captain Caviar Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad. He’s more of an on and off thing but still counts to me idc)

Brak (Space Ghost 1966, Coast to Coast & The Brak Show)

Bismuth (Steven Universe)

i’m ok with doubles! at least rn. it’s not srs i just get insecure ig?

Familial F/Os ☹️🫶🏽

Gustavo Fring (Breaking Bad, Dad and current fixation! Not in a weird way i just don’t have my dad actively in my life lol)

Miss Spider and Holley (Miss Spider’s Sunny Patch Friends, Mom & Dad)

Spinner, Squirt, Bouncer, Dragon, Pansy, Wiggle, Snowdrop and Shimmer (Miss Spider’s, Younger siblings)

Cinnamoroll and Milk (Sanrio, but mainly from their manga if that makes sense? My sons 🫶🏽)

that’s it for right now. i’ve got some others i didn’t mention cuz i’m tired

tags (will probs change em later):

#🫧🍰🎀: selfship / f/o related stuff

#⭐️💗: my rants

#🫶🏽☺️: other stuff (for rn)

DNI CRITERIA:

Pro/comshippers, selfship antis (like hello? look around genius..), basic dni criteria, doubles of my mains f/os (mutuals r cool tho), fatphobes, other weirdos and stuff

that’s all! bye bye for now :33

[alevolpe]

are there any sailor moon fics that you enjoy and recommend?

I definitely do!

These are some of my favorites in no particular order (be mindful of ratings and tags, even tho I avoided any outright explicit fics):

“Night Sky Changing Overhead” by FictoryisMine (I hold this one so close to my heart)

“A seedling among the ashes” by BillK (this person has a massive library of fics within the same continuity, it’s dope!)

The entire library of Crawlspace (both on FF and AO3) Her Fate series is beautiful and her new stuff is also incredibly well written!

“Double Jeopardy” by Neuroleptic (it’s been a LONG time since I read it, but I’m pretty sure it holds up)

”Whatever will be, Will be” by Diana (one of my most recent reads, I love it so much)

“Lonely, not alone” by orphaned_account *crying my eyes out in unfinished*

“Ami and Makoto: 5 years and a day” by TheDrifter (domestic makoami, very gud yep!)

Same Prompt Party - Ami by SittingOverHereDreaming (technically a Tumblr prompt but idc, it’s beautiful and adorable) (fun fact about this one, it’s what initially inspired my Auntie senshi Bday series)

I’m sure I would have many many more, but I’ll cut it here for now. Unfortunately I do not read much ff anymore unless a trusted source recommends it to me (I’m too busy srry), and the ones I read in the past are hard to remember since I read them so long ago (most of the time through google translate lol).

Also giant elephant in the room.. the vast majority of these are all Makoami fics?… s-shut up, you don’t know me!

In all seriousness I used to read so much Makoami back then, that’s really all I read, if it wasn’t that I would have no interest in reading it. Nowadays I broadened my horizons (slightly ..), but again, I’m just not reading enough.

Also feel free to recommend me fics (Makoami or not) that you think I would enjoy!

[mrsgaryrennell]

LITG Tag

Thanks you to @ariendiel for the tag 💛

Give us your top five hottest male islanders IN ORDER. All seasons. Based on who you think is the best looking in terms of design. No ties, no “if X character was in Y style.”

1. Gary - I mean, the man is straight-up sex appeal. Now, Gary’s height probably isn’t attractive to some women but he’s quite confident and you can see it through his body language. What makes him eye candy are definitely his muscles. You can’t get away from staring at those big arms and his puffed out chest haha. Gorilla man also has the perfect amount of rugged, and still carries a handsome face like yes please I can’t complain 😩

2. Suresh - I know, I know. Terrible man, but we’re going off looks here. He’s absolutely handsome, nicely groomed, easy on the eyes. Unfortunately, many of us would fall into that trap lol I’m sorry but he’s high up on the list 🖐🏼

3. Dicky - leave me alone, I’m cheating idc lol. Unlike the first two, Dicky isn’t that muscular. He’s more lean with an athletic frame. What makes him super good-looking is his striking pretty face. The man’s face is sculpted like a Greek god and you can’t help but do double takes when he’s walking by.

4. Lucas - How can I not put this man on my list 😮‍💨 He’s not hard to miss if out in public. He’s super captivating and carries a beautiful/sophisticated presence. Lucas is a strong built man and his face is just ugh, so handsome. What really gives him that upgrade is that bone structure of his face.

5. Ibrahim - He’s gorgeous okay. Literally a copy and paste image of Ovie from Love Island UK. He’s an athlete so you know his frame is nice to look at, just like his face.

Honorable mention: Santiago. The salt and pepper look is a woman’s weakness lol. Again, well groomed, nice muscles, and that smile makes you melt. Yes, I’m breaking the rules again lol

I’ll tag @lasswithumor 💛💛

[banknote-wreyetings]

Anomaly code number: 291212

Anomaly documentation start: 23.09.2024

Anomaly description:

Sticky notes with text written on them. Tend to appear wherever someone wouldn't immediately see. Sometimes try to start a conversation, other times ask for favors. Seem to know your immediate response to either, despite not having any means of seeing or hearing the person. Bellow, is the first few notes written, found in a cluster. The punctuation is kept faithful to the original on purpose.

"GET OVER HERE. I KNOW YOU WANT TO READ THESE. WELL, YOU SEEM TO BE READING ALRIGHT, SO GOOD JOB! GUESS YOUR EYES DO WORK AFTER ALL. FOR NOW.

NAME'S BILL. JUST SAW YOU AROUND HERE, WANTED TO START UP A CONVERSATION. YOU'VE GOT A WHOLE LOT OF DOCUMENTS FOR SOMEONE GOING ON A VACATION TO A REMOTE LAKE TOWN, HUH? WHAT'S THAT ALL ABOUT? I'D LIKE A LOOK.

I'LL SEE YOU LATER, PAL. IF I WERE YOU, I'D DOUBLE-CHECK YOUR FRONT DOOR.

BEST OF LUCK,

BILL"

[OOC]

speaking of: interactions are open to everyone! I don't really have any rules

here we go, first post! this is a bit obscure but honestly idc i think it could work nicely with pre-portal Fords

connected blogs:

Stanford - @local-researcher

"Sam" - @stan-o-blog

Fiddle - @fiddlefords-garage

tags:

admin: 👁, he/they, 18+

bill: ⚠️he/it/any

S. the researcher: ⌨️, she/her. I'll only use her for answering lore-related questions. i hope

👓 - interactions with Fordsie

💸 - interactions with the fraud

🪕 - interactions with banjoboy

💻 - anons and questions

I reblog shit to the wrong blog constantly I will blow up

[sollareclipse]

Introduction

Decided I should probably make one of these!!

My name is Sol, I’m 17, I use she/her pronouns but idrc, call me whatever as long as its not it/its, and I don’t mind masc, fem, or neutral terms.

I am a lesbian!!

I’m autistic so I may not understand a lot of things sometimes, tone indicators help!!

I’m a therian, fictionkin, witch (mainly cosmic + divination) and furry!! Interests: Warrior Cats (special interest), Gravity Falls, Ride The Cyclone, Heathers, lots of different music, witchcraft, anything paranormal, astronomy, psychology, xenofiction

My theriotype is a calico Maine Coon or Norwegian Forest Cat, perhaps a mix, and my fictotype is… you’d never guess it….. it’s soooo mysterious…….. Sol Warrior Cats 🤯🤯🤯

DNI: Basic dni stuff (misogynists, racists, homophobes, etc), anti-therian/fictionkin/otherkin (why are you even here), doubles, cringe culture believers (go away you’re annoying), zionists, proship, NSFW/kink, uhh I’ll think of more later

No opinion on syscourse, as I’m a singlet, as long as you don’t harass people idc what your stance is

Also, all ages can follow and interact with my posts, but I’d prefer you didn’t DM me if you’re under 14 or over 19

BYF: I love being tagged in ask games, sent asks, and just interacted with in general. Feel free to tag me in stuff, I’d be delighted to see it!

I curse a lot sometimes, please ask me to tag it if that makes you uncomfortable.

If you’d like something filter tagged in general, please send me an ask!

Please interact: WARRIOR CATS FANS, therians, otherkin, fictionkin, witches

I’ll make this pretty later I’m too lazy right now I just wanted to get this done lmfaoo

userbox by @/ask-welcomehome !!

[agent-troi]

Find Five Lines Tag

Thanks for the double tag @television-overload and @randomfoggytiger 🫶🫶

Rules: find any lines in your WIP that fit each parameter given by the person who tagged you. Then change one of the parameters and tag five or more people. Can be lines from multiple WIPs. If you can't find a line that fits, feel free to change the prompt.

Lol since I was tagged twice I got six prompts:

My lines: a line about family, a passionate line, a line expressing dread, a line expressing relief, a line that is screamed, a funny line

Your lines: a line about family, a passionate line, a line expressing anger, a line that is screamed, a funny line

For once I actually do have a WIP in the works (an AU where Scully is an astronaut, also a prequel to Purplerow by my friend @katy-kt-katie), progress on which got stalled when my apartment building burned down (long story) so we'll see if I can find a line for every prompt (some of them might be stretching it a bit but idc lol):

Family:

The colony had been established for research purposes, so the survivors consisted of some three hundred assorted biochemists, geologists, physicists, botanists, and the like, as well as their spouses and children— those few that had them, and also were able to convince them to uproot their lives and make a new home on another world. Ironically, they now had to do so yet again, although not by choice.

Passionate: (maybe not the kind of passion y'all had in mind but it's what i've got lmao)

Dana knelt to the ground to collect a soil sample. “It’s just that– we’re on Mars. We might find fossilized evidence of microscopic life today. I don’t wanna think about my problems with Ed. I wanna think about how much I love my job.”

Dread:

A skittering noise came from behind her. “Dana?” No sound but her heavy breathing in her ears. “Dana, are you still there?” She slowly turned around, hopping on one foot. “Dana? Dana!”

Relief: don't really have one for this and i'm too tired to dive through my other fics looking for one lol but i already had five different prompts so this was technically a bonus hehe

Screamed:

Dana looked down just in time to see a web of thin cracks spider outwards beneath her boots with an ominous crumbling sound. Before she could process what was happening, the ground gave way from under her and she cried out in alarm as she plunged down into a fathomless darkness.

Funny:

“Scully? Earth to Commander Scully, come in please!” Dana rolled her eyes. “That’s not funny, Monica.” A chuckle sounded over the other end of the comm system. “Sorry, Dana, I couldn’t help it. Seriously, though, are you okay? You kinda spaced out for a second there– no pun intended.” “Yeah, sorry, I was just thinking about Ed again. When did he start being such an ass? That was a rhetorical question,” she added before Monica could respond. “Being on this mission has not been good for his ego.” “His ego isn’t good for his ego. He wouldn’t even be on this mission at all if he wasn’t so good at his job, and everybody knows it. You could do so much better than him, you know that?”

Tagging @katy-kt-katie @tofuttim @doctorbeverlycrusher @keldabe-kriff @eighthprincessofheart @mollybecameanengineer and whoever else wants to do this bc i'm so late responding to this i'm sure everyone i know has been tagged already😂