#he deserved to go apeshit more often

[turrondeluxe]

Angry mikey so underrated tbh

fr. his anger was literally the biggest emotion he had on the trip to mikeys mind episode. and it seemed that it was pent up anger too, meaning he bottles that up probably because he doesn't let himself actually feel that anger.

All that bottled up anger would have definitely exploded sooner or later tho (more later than sooner tbh)

it would have been interesting to see. Maybe it would have shown more after all the shit they went through and when they were having a somewhat of a peaceful life

Mikey and his anger issues is honestly a very underrated fact but one that is very much possible to have escalated as they grew older.

[science-lings]

Revali desperately wants some kind of reaction from link. Everything he tries fails miserably. After a particular comment about links family, he finally got one! In the form of a punch to the beak

okay I'm combining this one with a very similar prompt: wild gets mad and punches someone in the face hard enough to break their jaw

Link was the very pinnacle of self-control. Even against pricks like Revali. He was an expert in bottling up his petty anger until he was in front of a monster and using it to slice the poor creature into purple dust. He rarely even flinched when confronted with jealous warriors who believed they deserved the sword on his back more than he did.

As if he hadn't spent his whole life with a blade in his hand and an easily verified history of undefeated victory under his belt ever since he was a child. It was that idea that kept him from getting upset when warriors with massive egos tried to taunt him into a fight. He knew his ability and it wasn't his fault that they were threatened by him.

But he wasn't as untouchable as people seemed to think. He wasn't a statue or an idol to be looked upon and prayed to for their salvation, he wasn't a figure from the legends, although, maybe he was. He didn't really feel like one. Behind his well-crafted mask of stone, he was still a person, a teenager.

No matter how perfect he tried to be, he was still just a mortal boy. And he was really dreading the week-long excursion to Rito village to attempt the divine beast's first flight. A whole week spent within earshot of Revali and his constant infuriating squawking.

Unfortunately, the Rito champion had made it his mission to get a reaction out of him, and after hours and hours of endless mocking and fluffing up his feathers, he succeeded.

The princess was off inspecting Vah Medoe for some last-minute checks and had left her personal knight and the divine beasts pilot behind, as neither of them were well-versed in ancient mechanics. Link stayed on his guard while Revali came up with more and more things he could say to bother his fellow champion.

"At this point, I can't even tell if you're simply too stupid to speak or if you have some kind of mental affliction damaging that puny head of yours. I suppose that's what too many moblin clubs to the cranium will get you..." Revali rambled while Link focused on taking even measured breaths.

"Is that why they got rid of you so fast? All those stories about your impossible feats as a toddler were all made up so your parents had a reason to get you out of their sight? I mean, are we supposed to believe that a scrawny four-year-old hylian could even pick up a sword? It's just... too asinine to even consider!" The rito laughed, within the hidden confines of his mouth, the hero clenched his teeth together.

"Well, if that's the case, I don't blame them! Perhaps they were fools for not simply leaving a runt like you to succumb to the elements! I've seen you, you won't even speak to them! I wonder if they regret not leaving you to the beasts as a babe..."

It was then that Link snapped. Before he could break his teeth or let his nails cut into the skin of his palms. After years and years of relentlessly focused control, that was the thing that tossed all his training out the window.

With a swift yank to the bird's champion blue scarf and a satisfying crunch, Link's fist made contact with the side of Revali's beak, sending the rito to the ground causing a heavy thud and a distressed squawk.

"If you wanted me to grace you with my voice so badly you could've just asked, now shut the fuck up for once in your self-obsessed life you overgrown cucco," The hero growled as the rito champion cradled his jaw in his feathery hand and looked up at him with a certain kind of indignant horror.

For the next six days and surely beyond, the mouthy bird had his beak bound by bandages, unable to open it for even the simplest mention of gloating.

The silence was just as sweet as he hoped it would be, and though it was impossible for a single punch to keep Revali's ego at bay, from then on, his insults tended to remain far away from the line he had crossed that day.

Send me prompts?

[sailorkamino]

Dreamsharing

realtionships: marc spector x avenger!witch!reader, established steven x reader, jake x reader [gn]

word count: 1.7k

summary: After accidentally seeing Marc's childhood first hand you assure him how much he's loved. When you try tell the boys what you saw you wind up revealing your own dark past

warnings: brief mentions of death/abuse, victim blaming, ptsd, crying, hurt/comfort, you and marc are a childhood trauma power couple

a/n: imagine the pic of wanda is you going apeshit in the mirror dimension, conejito = bunny

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You often miss your friends in New York but there was one thing you don’t miss at all. Dreamsharing.

When you’re awake you have pretty good control over your psychic abilities but when you’re asleep however, your mind is much more vulnerable. Memories with strong emotions are very… loud. Especially the bad ones. You would regularly get flashes of nightmares that weren’t yours.

On top of the trauma of seeing all that firsthand it made you feel guilty. You didn’t like invading your friends’ privacy. You wanted them to trust you, not fear you. But still you struggled to block the visions. When you moved to London you thought you would be done with dreamsharing. Then you fell in love.

You’re not dumb. Your boyfriends have DID, which you know comes from severe childhood trauma. You know they don’t talk about their family. You know they won’t watch TV shows or movies where children are hurt. And you know they don’t like water (specifically Marc.) But that’s it. You don’t pry. You want them to come to you when they’re ready.

You’ve only fallen asleep with Marc a time or two before. Him and Jake are much more guarded than Steven, who loves coming to the sanctum for sleepovers. But one late dinner and movie night Marc winds up in your king bed, holding you securely from behind. You fall into a peaceful, dreamless sleep. Then the nightmare starts.

Cave. Water. Can’t breathe. Funeral. Hitting. Screaming. It’s all your fault, it’s all your fault, it’s all-

You wake up with a start, heart beating so hard you feel dizzy. Your boyfriend is twisting in his sleep with a frown on his beautiful face. “Marc, Marc,” you whimper, a sob bubbling out of your throat as you move in his arms. He wakes up quickly (his time in the military has left him a light sleeper.)

“Baby?” He asks, in that low tired voice that usually makes your stomach flutter. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

You simply throw yourself on him, burying your face in the crook of his neck. You take in his aftershave as you attempt to catch your breath. You know this is backwards, you’re supposed to be the one comforting him, but you can’t help but cry on his behalf. No child deserves that treatment.

“Bad dream,” you whimper against his warm skin. He instantly starts rubbing your back. “Oh, sweetheart,” he coos sympathetically.

You revel in his comfort for a few more moments until you pull away. You pull away with a sniffle, “what about you?” He furrows his brow. “What about me?” He asks. You hesitate, not wanting to confess you accidentally spied on his most repressed memories. “You were moving in your sleep. Thought you were having a nightmare too.”

He cups your face with large, warm hands. “You’re always looking out for me, aren’t you, angel? Honestly I don’t remember my dream.”

You bite your lip. You can tell he’s telling the truth but you wonder if he naturally forgot it or if you subconsciously did something to make him forget. You shiver at the thought of using your powers on him without meaning to. It feels like a violation. He uses his thumb to pull your lip from your teeth, offering you a gentle kiss.

"Do you wanna talk about it?”

You swallow thickly. “It was about you?”

“Me?”

“Yes. You… were hurt. I couldn’t stand seeing you like that.”

His chocolate eyes melt. “Aw baby, I’m okay. I’m right here with you and I’m not going anywhere.” You take his hands from your face to kiss his palms. “I love you. All of you.” His body tenses up at your confession.

“You don’t have to say it back. I just wanted you to–"

Before you can continue you’re being pulled against his broad chest with an ‘oof.’ He clings to you almost desperately. “You love us?” The trepidation in his voice has your heart cracking.

"More than anything.”

You know you’re gonna have to tell him the truth soon. But for now you’re going to hold him in your arms, protecting him from the rest of the world.

____

Steven chuckles at the TV but his smile drops when you have no reaction. He looks down at you, your head pillowed in his lap. Your eyes are distant. This is your favorite comedy and you aren’t even enjoying it. Something’s been off with you for the last few days, all the altars knew it, but you denied it. Marc and Jake have been pushing him to find out what it is, because apparently he’s the best with feelings. Steven think’s they’re just pussies.

“Are you alright, love?” He asks gently as possible, stroking your arm.

You don’t respond at first and Steven is afraid you’re ignoring the question once again but then you let out a sigh. “Recently I did something by accident and I feel guilty about it.”

Steven’s brow furrows. He can’t imagine you doing wrong by anyone. Not only because you’re the kindest person he knows, but your psychic abilities make you incredibly empathetic. No matter where you are in the world you can tell when your boyfriends are having a bad day and send them a cute selfie. How could anyone be upset with you?

“Well if it was an accident it wasn't your fault, was it? Just be honest and I’m sure they’ll forgive you.”

“It’s Marc.” You admit, fiddling with your pajama shirt nervously. “Well, all of you really, but it happened when Marc was fronting.”

Steven becomes even more confused. “You did something to us?” You nod meekly, still staring at the TV so you don’t have to make eye contact. He interlaces your fingers, “do you wanna tell me about it? We’ll work it out together, yeah?"

You take a moment to appreciate his touch before forcing out the truth, “I saw your childhood.” Before he can respond you’re flying up from your place in his lap, almost headbuttig him in the process. “It was an accident! I was sleeping beside Marc and he was having a nightmare and I saw it. It’s called dreamsharing. It hasn’t happened in a while so I didn’t even think to warn you.”

Steven is still quiet, attempting to take in all the information. F/C magic crackles from your fingertips. You clench your fists. “Be honest, how upset is Marc? Does he hate me?”

“What? No! He could never hate you, darling. None of us could. He’s just… quiet.” Then suddenly he tenses up, eyes glazing over for a moment before they roll back in head. You don’t need psychic powers to tell it’s Jake who’s fronting.

You’ve seen the dark look on his face before, usually when someone talks down to Steven or gets a little too close to you. It means he’s gone into his protector role. The fact that he feels the need to protect Marc from you has your eyes burning with unshed tears.

“Was that the night you had a bad dream?” He asks. You nod wordlessly. His jaw clenches, “is that why you told us you love us? Because you pity us?”

“What? No! I said I love you because I meant it, I still do! Nothing’s changed.” You take his hands in yours, relieved when he doesn’t pull away. “After you fell asleep that night I left. I went to the mirror dimension and I just… let go. I haven’t lost control of my magic like that in years.”

His eyes hesitantly meet yours, noticeably less bitter but still guarded. “Why did you?”

“Because I want you to be happy! I want to protect you! No one deserves to be blamed like that, I would know!” You freeze at your own words, as does Jake.

“What does that mean?”

You try to respond but it comes out in stutters. Nearby objects start rattling ominously as your hands glow. Jake doesn’t hesitate to take your face in his rough hands.

“Hey, conejito, look at me. You’re alright. I’m gonna need you to calm down for me.”

You take a few deep breaths as your eyes turn back to their natural color that your boyfriend’s love so much. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. He shakes his head dismissively. “Don’t be.” His thumbs stroke your cheekbones. He doesn’t want to pressure you but his stomach is in anxious knots, he needs to know the truth. “Can you tell me what you meant earlier?”

“I- I want to but it’s hard.” You swallow nervously. “Can I write it down?”

He nods instantly. “Yeah, of course.” He’s moving to find paper and something to write with when you conjure both in your hands. Adoration spreads through his chest when he notices the colorful pen you made. “Cute,” he comments simply.

“Thanks. I was hoping glitter ink would make it less depressing,” you joke dryly. He smiles softly, pressing a kiss against your temple, then leaning away to give you privacy. You grab one of Steven’s nearby books to bare down and take a claming breath before starting.

You can sense Marc, pressing to the front of Jake’s consciousness, anxious to see what you write. It’s only a few moments of tense silence before you’re offering him the paper, but then you pull it back. “Just one more thing,” you mumble, scribbling a message at the bottom. Once you’re satisfied you pass it to Jake. He reads it with bated breath.

My grandma was a witch but my mom wasn’t (magic sometimes skips a generation like that.) She mysteriously died giving birth to me, probably because of my powers. Her body just couldn’t handle it. My dad never forgave me.

I know what you’re going through

-your sunshine

When Marc looks at you tears are brimming his dark eyes, the realization that you went through something similar crushing his heart. Now he knows why seeing his dream affected you so much. “Oh baby,” he says in that gruff voice you love as he pulls you against him, hand cradling the back of your head. It’s a little awkward since you’re on the couch but neither of you mind.

“It wasn’t your fault.” He whispers against your hair.

“It wasn’t yours either.”

____

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[moodymisty]

Can I get Lorgar being grumpy cause he's away from his lover for too long during a campaign, and when he gets back, he just scoops her up and steals her away with orders not to be bothered?

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: Oh sweet, another chance for me to go absolutely fucking apeshit about Lorgar. This fic I wrote sortof as a soft continuation of this little universe I've been building with Lorgar. But can also be read totally independent. Hope this is acceptable <3

Relationships: Lorgar/Fem!Reader (no pronouns are used it's just kinda the vibe if that makes sense)

Warnings: Lorgar's toxic mercurial attitude, but other than that pretty warning free considering it's Warhammer 40k content

Word Count: 1177

The Astartes of the Word Bearers are used to the emotional volatility of their Primarch. However it seems that an extended period of time aboard the Fidelitas Lex with no reprieve has irritated the Primarch more so than usual, however for reasons that remain a mystery to them.

The only thing that manages to quell it even somewhat is Colchis in view from the bridge of the gargantuan battleship- and that, for the time being, their conquest halts.

Lorgar often writes during these times apart, putting his written thoughts to parchment about his ideas, his successes and failures during the crusade; How he misses you.

This time as he was far from Colchis for so long, and since Lorgar had been growing frustrated and writing is soothing to him, the pile is significant. He seems to treat them almost like a journal of sorts, spouting fears and irritations that he's held deep within himself. His anger oftentimes boils over so much so that it even seems to bleed into the very paper he's writing on, during.

Now it bleeds out of him, and everyone close enough to pays by his person feels it and keeps their distance. He walks with purpose, outpacing almost anyone around him. He's already removed his armor in the chambers dedicated for it, where it hangs prepared for the next time he must don it.

For now, it is nothing but an inconvenience. He's pleased to get it off, to feel air on his skin. The fabric of his robes is far more comfortable as he's now in the refuge of his own fortress.

And now that he is here, off of the Fidelitas Lex and no longer so long away from what he wants most, he has a singular goal currently in mind.

The Astartes standing guard at the entrance to the private wing tilt their helmets ever so slightly upward, when Lorgar stops directly between them. They had already given him a soft lilt of acknowledgement, expecting him to simply pass by. When he speaks he still looks forward, hands gripping eachother tight.

"Do not disturb me unless it is of the utmost urgency."

His tone, the way the words slip between his teeth like a hiss, leaves no room for argument; Not as if they were going to in the first place. They nod in understanding and Lorgar passes by fully, the fabrics of his robes shifting against each other.

You live in this wing now, and Lorgar secretly delights in the feeling of knowing you will always be waiting for him here.

He doesn't have to search for you, to call you like a common servant; You are now treated with the luxuries he thinks you deserve.

He swears his heart picks up pace the closer he gets. It has been so unbearably long since he's seen your face, heard your voice, felt your skin. Even the feeling of simply holding your tiny hand in his feels like an indulgence after so long apart.

His palm brushes against the handle to the door leading into his bed chambers. You're more than likely here, making use of the massive bookshelves that store his personal favorite texts.

And indeed you are; As when he opens the massive door made to fit a man of his size, you're spotted sitting on the similarly massive bed flipping through the pages of an old tome. The way you perk up and gasp in pure surprise has the Primarch preening.

"Lorgar!"

You treat the tome with a level of care, closing it and sitting it aside- but you do so with a rush as you quickly get to your feet and run right to him. He easily picks you up in his hands, raising you up to his level. Your lips are against his in moments, arms around his neck. There's so many emotions in it; Happiness, desperation, longing. Only when you pull away does the Primarch sit you down, before then kneeling down to your level instead. It's easier for him to do so instead of dangling you in the air. In spite of how one might think someone such as him should never kneel. He has never bemoaned his size, at least out loud, but perhaps at times he can realize its, inconvenience.

"It's been so long this time, you're back!"

He delights in the feeling of your warm skin against his, free of his armor for the time being.

"It has. I hope you'll forgive my absence."

He always placates you, even though he has no reason to. You know why he's gone, the things he says he needs to do. It's simply selfishness that keeps you wanting. Not that he doesn't think similarly, stuck in the ebb and flow of a crusade that intends to take all of him. He wants more than just conquest, no matter how much everyone says that should be enough.

"I just miss you. It's always so lonely without you here."

Lorgar wonders if everyone thinks of their lover so much, or if he is simply a minority. He wonders if he you think of him as much as he does you.

Kor Phaeron has acquiesced on the matter mostly, either way. There are times where he attempts to 'right' Lorgar, but they are largely unproductive. If anything, it seems to send him into your arms faster. It'll pass, is what conversations on the matter usually end with. That Lorgar is nearly tasting a fit of indulgence.

Your hands on his collarbone, you look at the wear on his face and gently smile.

"You should rest, Lorgar."

He leans, his lips pressing against the top of your head.

"Then I would have wasted time I could spend in your company asleep." He hears your soft laugh, leaning away from him and smiling.

"It's still technically spending time together."

Only you can get away with talking back to him in such a way, as you say it with only fondness and a bit of teasing.

"Yes, but I wish to enjoy it," He continues. "I ordered my men to not disturb me unless it was urgent, and I intend to take advantage of that time without a million voices in my ear."

His hands rest on your waist, hands swallowing your form and bunching the fabric of your clothes. Even him, one of the smaller of the Primarchs, is so overwhelmingly massive. They lay with a gentle weight, at the moment. Yours lay on his collarbone, fingertips just past the edge of his robes and brushing against his tanned skin.

"And what is Lorgar Aurelian going to do with his rare moment of peace?"

You think someone might be walking past the door that you can't hear, as Lorgar briefly turns his head ever so slightly at a potential sound you can't hear. His hands tighten on your waist slightly. When this presumed person doesn't knock on the door like he might've thought, he turns back to you, hands loose again.

"I quite intend to find out."

[isa-ghost]

q!phil and q!pac hcs peepoShy :3

YESSS I really need to watch more Pac, translator be damned. >:0

qPhil headcanons masterlist

Pac is, like many others, in the I Want Phil To Take Me On A Flight club. He thinks it's so fucking cool

He doesn't have the ability to clock Phil as well as Fit can. But Fit confides in him on a lot, esp to do with things he's worried about, so Pac actually knows some of Phil's "something is wrong" tells, even if they're the more obvious ones.

And then he promptly goes to Fit like "Phil needs an emotional support ass kicking 👍🏻"

Phil is the #2 Fitpac shipper (Ramon is #1). And Phil knows Fit intimately in many ways. He passes All his secrets onto Pac gladly. He's like "go get him m8. Give him Brazilian Boyfriend Brainrot"

You'd think there'd be a little jealousy or something because of the fact that Phil has been With Fit consistently prior to him and Pac dating, but nah. They love conspiring against him together and Fit knows they do. Also Phil backed off right away when they got serious, so Pac knows everything's chill

Phil can Tell there's more to Pac than meets the eye. This is Mike's best friend. Survivor of Cellbit cannibalism. Known for having a danger boner for fucked up dudes. Pac seems super nice and well-mannered at first glance but Phil can TELL he saves the true extent of how unhinged he can be for the people closest to him. He wants to see Pac go apeshit someday.

I really really want to see these two allied in a fight bc I genuinely don't know what they'd be like. Just the two of them, or at least paired up while whoever else they're teamed with is paired up elsewhere. But something tells me Pac has a side that would get along Very well with the Angel of Death,,,,

Pac is one of the people Phil considers closest to himself. There's nothing he won't do for him and anything he needs, Phil will bend over backwards to get it if that's what Pac wants.

Phil loves being a test monkey for Tazercraft fuckery. It's always so weird and fun. Occasionally he'll ask Pac if they have any new wild or silly shit for him to see.

Tbh I wouldn't put it past Pac (& perhaps Mike) to be extremely interested in hybrids and asking Phil a million questions about it

Phil can NOT talk shit abt the danger boner btw. Motherfucker's type is literally "death entity." A Goddess of Death and a grim reaper holding either of his hands. Bitch can't say ANYTHING. (I want these two to talk abt their types I think it would be extremely funny)

Pac knows very little about Phil getting possessed, but he DOES know something happened to him. Fit kept things extremely vague out of respect for Phil.

Phil may be the #2 Fitpac shipper, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't envy that they get to see each other often. But Phil is Phil, so instead of getting weird about it, he just commits to doing whatever he can to support them. At least there's one happy healthy mlm couple on the island.

Btw if Pac came to Phil about whatever the fuck is going on with Fit and his past, Phil's ready to kill a bitch with Pac immediately, and he'd let Pac do most of the actual ass kicking as he deserves. (oooo the ccs want to give me this soooo baadddd)

Controversial (/silly) take: Phil and Pac are both slutty, bubbly drunks.

[mxtxfanatic]

Book of the Week: Rebirth of the Malicious Empress of Military Lineage

Author: Qian Shan Cha Ke (千山茶客)

Genre: ancient setting, josei

Rating: M (very mature, dark themes but not too graphic of depictions)

My Synopsis: What happens when a girl gets tired of being nice and decides to go apeshit? You get Shen Miao, our adorable 30+ year-old protagonist recently stuffed back into her 14-year-old self and ready to eat the flesh and drink the blood of her enemies! Using this new lease on life, she’ll methodically and maliciously ruin every antagonist’s life using the tools in her versatile skillset, including: knowledge of the future, a psychological understanding of assholes, weaponized gender stereotypes, and men. And lest we forget our love interest, Xie Jing Xing: the boy/man (cause god forbid the author know how old anyone BUT Shen Miao is…) who thought he had it all figured out until he discovered that Shen Miao is a horny drunk. See just how far they’ll go to bathe in the blood of their enemies while keeping their loved ones safe in this very long but extremely satisfying novel.

My Actual Review: It’s so satisfying to see a previously downtrodden character scheme her way into a happy ending, and Shen Miao fucking deserves it. Some reviews that I’ve seen have claimed that the LI eventually takes over her revenge schemes, but I didn’t see it. They just partner up and she uses his manpower to do what she wants. There are also places where their separate goals intersect, so it just makes more sense for him to do the cleanup. The thing about Shen Miao is that she has no issues with letting others do the work for her, especially if it’s against people she wasn’t invested in putting work against to begin with. It’s the empress in her, I fear. As for the main pair as a couple, I loved their every interaction, and their descent into romance felt natural and gratifying. Greatest thing about this romance is the fact that it truly kicks off because Xie Jing Xing did not know to guard against horny drunk Shen Miao lmao!

The translation is pretty good outside of some clunky grammar, but once you train your eyes to glaze over the the five-millionth time the translator inserts directly into the story to complain about how often the LI is described as hot (unlike every other character, I guess???) as if this book is their early 2000s fanfic, it gets even better! Another thing that may or may not be here nor there is that this author is really weird with age consistency. Like, “MC is forever un-aging while everyone else ages 2 years every few months” weird. Shen Miao is forever 14 until the time skip in which she is forever 16, while Xie Jing Xing goes from “the same age as the students” to “17/18ish” to “vaguely in his 20s” during the same course of time where we literally never see Shen Miao acknowledge a birthday in any year. As for more serious content warnings, this story involves underage relationships (including non-explicit sex, marriage, and pregnancy), rape as a weapon, (assumed) incest between cousins, child abuse, and described but not explicitly shown torture. Though there are some humorous parts, this is not a lighthearted story. Read if you want something dark with an ultimate happy ending.

Translation: complete

[twst-beam]

I see you are in need of prompts, then I shall humbly bestow upon thee some a prompt.

Hmm, what about going to a farmer's market with *insert YOUR favourite character here*? I believe in shameless self-enjoyment when it comes to writing; be self-indulgent. Don't you want to go apeshit?

Also do give your hands a well deserved rest every so often ^v^

ohohohoho you're giving me a lot of power with the YOUR favorite character there dove dear, but alright let's go >:D

Gifts

??? words, featuring my THREE favorite boyos because self-indulgence ftw <3

Deuce Spade

Going to the farmer's market was his idea; the two of you needed groceries, and it just so happened that the farmer's market was convenient for you.

Early morning, it was decided, it would double as a date, and both of you were early risers anyway. It'd also boost the morale of the farmers, Deuce had reasoned, and you fell all over again.

A wicker basket, two, so that you could carry your purchases home, although Deuce insisted he'd carry all of them for you, and you laughed and told him no.

The morning sun shone brightly as you walked towards the farmer's market, feeding a few ducks along the way as you walked by the lake and watching as Deuce's expressions softened every time, it was cute, and he grinned sheepishly when he caught you staring.

The entrance to the farmer's market was marked by a decorated arc, and it was peaceful and fun as the two of you walked around, buying produce and chatting with the stall owners, at one point Deuce was given a comically large round of cheese to carry home when he fought off a bunch of menaces from an old lady's stall.

But the real highlight of that morning was when Deuce found the chicks.

One, two, three, more chicks than he could count properly waddled around in a pen, and with a joke, an exclamation of wonder, and a hopeful confirmation, the two of you brought home two very full wicker baskets and a baby chick that rested on Deuce's head.

Jade Leech

Though he thought foraging in the mountains would have been a better decision for both your budget and experience, he relented when he saw the eagerness in your eyes.

By midmorning, you were dragging him to the farmer's market, chattering about the crafts and produce that could be found, and he smiled despite himself.

He watched as you conversed eagerly with the merchants, calmly observing how you skilfully picked the best produce, and how you looked at the crafts with admiration.

You had just purchased a new scarf, wrapping it around your neck and grinning as you waved at him to come over.

"Jade, Jade, look at this one"

He leans over as you took a scarf from the layed out pile on the table, and widened his eyes slightly as he saw what made you wave him over.

"Mushroom print," you smiled as you showed it to him, "and with the coloration and teal ruffles it reminded me of you"

He took it gently from your hands, noticing how the fabric was smooth but thick enough to warm, and kissed your forehead.

"Thank you, my pearl"

You muttered a "you're welcome", dazed by the sudden display of affection as he thanked the stall owner and payed for the scarf, bringing you out of your reverie.

"Hey, wait a minute, I was the one supposed to pay for that, not you"

Jade grinned, displaying his sharp teeth, eyes glinting with mischief as he feigned innocence.

"You were?"

You huffed, "it was supposed to be my gift for you, for bringing me here."

He leaned closer, scarf now hanging from his neck as he tapped his lips in thought, smirk giving away his intentions.

"Then what about a different gift?"

Rook Hunt

Your expedition to the farmer's market was on a whim, a fancy, a spur of the moment thing, but who were you to complain? the moment his hand held yours you couldn't help but go anywhere he wanted.

So there you were, between the rows of stalls and booths, illuminated by the fairy lights as Rook marveled at each product, generously purchasing trinkets and produce and whatever caught his eye.

You couldn't help but smile as Rook's exclamations of fascination and wonder brought smiles to the farmers' faces, and as you sat he waxed poetic about all the beauties the market provided, and you looked at the moon, content to hear him speak amidst the chatter and bustle of the bazaars.

"...but you know what the most amazing thing is in this place, mon amour?"

You closed your eyes, tilting your head as you emitted a curious "hmm?"

He held your hand, looking into your eyes as he smiled in adoration.

"You."

[marc--chilton]

OKAY SORRY FOR BEING INSANE BUT YOURE THE ONLY ONE TALKING ABOUT A/B/O HOUSE MD RN SO HERE’S ANOTHER THING YOU DONT HAVE TO ANSWER IF YOU DONT WANT TO!!! bc i read your post on bonded House and Wilson

I am of the opinion that behind closed doors House is a major cuddle monster. I also subscribe to the omegaverse HC that physical contact for omegas in heat/pre-heat (and, for that matter, in general) is incredibly beneficial, if not a necessary requirement.

Would Wilson initiate? Would House? If Wilson does, is it kinda like how you portray the Alpha Voice, where House kinda responds without thinking, or would he resist at first bc he’s so at odds with his secondary gender/feels he doesn’t deserve to react like a “good”, undamaged omega? If House initiates, does Wilson know what to do with that?

Thank u for being like one of the only current House MD omegaverse authorities you’re doing the lord’s work

HOW MANY TIMES TO I HAVE TO TELL YOU MFS THAT I WANT YOU TO BE INSANE IN MY INBOX GODDAMN!!!! GO FUCKING APESHIT I WANT YOU TO

house is DEFINITELY a cuddler behind closed doors (nodnod) sometimes he's still kinda touchy about it because to me he's also slightly touch-averse autistic so on off days he has opposing urges. during heat/pre-heat however the omega desires sound off stronger. he's kind of moody in general actually.

between him and wilson, house initiates more often solely because house's moodiness makes it tricky for wilson to get a grasp on if getting soft with house would be accepted or made fun of (outwardly wilson looks to be more of a softie since he has no hangups about PDA and even though they both know wilson can be a huge bitch house likes to tease wilson for being a sap; wilson rolls his eyes at it but lets him have his fun bc he Knows The Truth)

even just initiating they have different approaches. house will just invade wilson's space and demand attention, just shameless as ever. and even before ever being an item, house pretty much does that every day anyway by barging into his office whenever he pleases so wilson doesn't even flinch. if house gets silly with it, like nuzzling and shittily purring as a joke on typical cuter omega tactics, then wilson gets silly right back by pretending to withhold cuddles. just a little game they play and no one gets hurt feelings about it :]

wilson's approach is gentler as usually if he initiates without fear of rebuke, it's because house is giving off pitiful vibes -- literally his body asking to be held. house's favorite is when they're both reclined longways on the sofa, wilson against the arm of the couch and house pulled close to his chest, wilson's arms wrapped firmly over the curve of his shoulders to lock him in. it's heavenly, especially when wilson props his head on house's and purrs.

what REALLY catches wilson off guard is when they're at the hospital and house needs touch to calm those omega feelings. it's a bit embarrassing to house but of COURSE wilson assures him, frets about him too. what brought this on? you okay? you need a ride home? and house just grumbles about his cycle and lets himself be fawned over for a while. so wilson douses house in his scent again, scratches under his chin (which wilson thinks is so great since house actually really likes that and it makes wilson think fondly of the most scraggly stray mutt you can find off the street), and revels at the sound of house sighing in relief in turn.

[robotslenderman]

Aside from Sullivan, are any of your other vampires from the Sabbat/Formerly Sabbat?

LET ME INTRODUCE YOU TO THE VYKOSOVICHES~!

Introducing: Grigori Verenich. As a Russian scholar in Oxford he was Embraced by Sascha Vykos for his research skills, and discarded when no longer useful. Needless to say, he was one of the lucky ones, but his experiences with them fucked him up nonetheless. He poured his time into learning blood magic and was often mistaken for Tremere, which he delighted in because he knew it'd piss off Sascha, but also not enough for them to actually destroy him over it.

I don't know much about his time between then and meeting Norman, but he met Norm in the roaring twenties in Boston. Norm was almost ready to graduate medical school to become a doctor, and he was also a boxer. When Grigori Embraced him Norm took one look at the Sabbat and went "holy shit fuck THIS" and noped out. Grigori stalked him for a few decades because he didn't really know what else to do with this kid that actually has morals, and their relationship was pretty tense. Norm basically divorced himself as much from his Tzimisce heritage as he could. Much like how Grisha was frequently mistaken for Tremere, Norm was usually assumed to be a Gangrel.

Their relationship was healed by having a baby, believe it or not -- in 1980s New York City Grigori met Anastasia Petrova Sokolova, who was an exceptional artist and sculptor at an art school. Grigori went to Norm "hey, you're a good anatomist but you're shit at Vicissitude, check out who I met who'd be awesome at it" and introduced them. Norm quickly realised that no matter what his opinion was over the matter that Grisha was going to Embrace her, so he agreed to stick around to watch over her, at least for a while, and ended up agreeing to do the deed himself.

Nastasya ended up being the counterbalance in the relationship and Norm and Grigori got along a lot better with her influence. She was, however, largely sheltered from the majority of the Sabbat, and is shit at playing politics. They do take her to Sabbat events but keep her away from the edgelordy stuff; Grisha knows that Norm wouldn't stand for it, and thinks they're a bunch of tryhards anyway.

The three of them lived together long after Nastasya was supposed to be released. They do not have a vinculum, but do not need to. They mostly see themselves as Noddists who are "true Sabbat" and haven't lost sight of the underlying founding principles of the Sabbat that eventually got taken over by edgelords and sadists -- they adhere to the main beliefs of being anti-establishment and anti-Antediluvians, and also varying levels of vampire supremacy.

These nights they live in Staten Island in New York City. They mostly ignored the Battle of New York (though Grisha did participate a bit). They have a treaty with the local Camarilla (which Hellene would sooner die than admit the existence of) and a good relationship with the local Anarchs, too. In exchange for certain stipulations, including Nastasya's services as a Vicissitudist, the Camarilla don't kick them out of NYC. The Anarchs also leave them alone because Grisha has played the three of them up as being the only thing holding the Camarilla back, and absolutely leans hard on the "childe of Vykos" thing, using his blood magic skills and Nastasya's Vicissitude to give the three of them a far more terrifying reputation than they deserve. They had no idea Callihan was blood bound, but when he gets replaced by someone who seems to have the exact same ideas they definitely do get suspicious about it...

Despite their reputation, these nights the three of them are super chill and laid back and tend to just fuck around in their house leeching off Nastasya, lmao. Grigori breaks into the Tremere Chantry for fun to borrow their books (it's not stealing if he gives them back), which drives Aisling Sturbridge apeshit. Norm, on the other hand, spends most of his time in his Gangrel identity hanging out with Anarchs. Nastasya is the only one of the three of them who is actually actively working, lmao. Norm and Grigori just stuck their money in investments decades ago; the three of them are "don't have to keep track of how much money I have" kind of wealthy. They have friends in all sects. After a while, post-Dracon, Sascha even starts mentoring Nastasya in Vicissitude.

[ottiliere]

by: lindsay dane davestriderdeathcult4568 and lucy ottiliere

prefacing this by stating the obvious but i know this guy. like this archetype of individual is just so absolutely a guy that exists in droves this guy crawls out of spawnpoints in dirty smokey rooms in literally probably the same apartment complex i live in i think its hilarious and basically am fully qualified to be writing about him. he hasnt known anything better than any of this, probably doesnt think it exists, and more than likely doesnt deserve to experience any of it.

like a solid 30% of this guys conversations with any underage person he's around in public are trying to get them to dip. everyone says he smokes and hey you know what they're probably right but he absolutely dips more than he smokes and he absolutely does classique peer pressure on high schoolers to take some if hes ever in a situation where one is stuck with him. as previously addressed he likes skoal. because the packaging looks like shit. if he does smoke he rolls his own.

terrible skin has not used sunscreen a day in his life spends a lot of time outside in the open sun and totally looks like it you know what this looks like if you know what this looks like. once he thought he had skin cancer and he cut it out himself. it was probably just a mole or something. part of the reason his hair is so stringy and thin is because he doesn't take care of himself, part is because his scalp has been sunburned to shit. the hat isn't an ego thing he isn't insecure about this he just likes it. important to note seriously this guy is basically psychologically incapable of being embarrassed self conscious or ashamed of anything.

absolutely does speed absolutely does speed i no longer have the image of the fucking milk gallon jug of whatever psycho shit that was being advertised at truckers but i think this guy puts it in his cereal for breakfast. does not sleep longer than 20 mins or so at a time, he gets true rem sleep once a week or something maybe. like the idea of having worked as a trucker in the past, that line of work would suit him.

ketamine………like sure coke absolutely coke, but ketamine…….could see it in him to do ketamine. more importantly meth. absolutely meth. maybe not super often when he's younger, but that's where he's headed. i imagine in his early 30'sish is when he gets really bad about this specifically. this is the time shit stops being fun for him fullstop and all of the shit hes been gnawing on psychologically speaking to keep himself from going apeshit gets boring. parallel to canon he was just not supposed to live this long. so he implodes. and does a lot of meth. becomes completely incapable of caring for himself and spirals. you've seen that.

thinks conspiracy theories are funny, so he pretends to believe them. when he's younger this is kind of interesting in a way, because it's easier to tell sometimes that it's a joke of a kind to him. as he gets older it's less easy to tell, and more concerning. i'm not talking about cute conspiracy theories btwlike im thinking like 4chan coffee enema jewish tummy worm removal shit like this guy is unwell.

probably indifferent to weed. its whatever. smokes absolute mid dogshit ass weed from a ass trashcan. says it has no effect on him. it mostly doesnt but thats probably because its dogshit weed.

have a very specific vision of his body type i think it was REREREDACTED who drew the like closest possible but still significantly less repulsive vision of him. he's not filled out buff he's stringy and kindof shredded which is entirely a different thing and altogether much more diseased looking. even resting you can see the outline of muscle under skin NOT because his muscles are oversized just because there's so little between it and the skin. his eyes are sunken in. i imagine that hes one of those dudes whos absolutely partially deaf but somehow hears fucking everything. average height.

[CSA cw] hasnt done anything ever at all for a bit. it's all 100% genuine. that said i feel like a lot of the sexual abuse he does is so outright and casual that it's almost comical like if your older brother gropes you walking down the hall what do you even do about that. it was only a second so OBVIOUSLY for the lulz right.

[CSA cw] this is also obviously a conditioning thing but first and foremost it is miserable. also important to note i dont think it is INTENTIONALLY a conditioning thing. i dont think he is a groomer in the manipulative or the "aware of what's going on" sense. i think the most manipulative things he would do would function similarly to all the little inside jokes of his existence; they're not manipulations, they're not jokes, they're pure expressions of himself. i think his self awareness is inverted; instead of covering him like a blanket, it acts as a foundation for a more direct understanding of self. and the foundation is cracked why did anyone stop saying biatch that shit is so funny sorry im listening to a song the way mac miller says biatch is so funny and awesome. bringing this back.

i don't think he talks really at all. i think he avoids talking at all hes really into pointing and grunting in various tones but hes the type who would feel it in his throat the day after if he held a proper conversation with someone. theres just a lot about social interaction he thinks he isnt a part of. it isnt that he doesnt observe it or isnt aware of it but similar to his counterpart he just cant bring himself to think of any "rules" as applying to him. on a level that is pure subconscious he cant fathom that he is a human at all, so any self interpretation or self expression of course will be influenced by this.

doesn't sit still ever, even when he does. twitchy fidgety and easy to frustrate. i envision him as being violently ocd basically, to an extent that makes him kind of cartoonish. like he doesn't have severe ocd so much as he exemplifies the effects of long term severe ocd when it's left untreated; he's like this with all the symptoms he manifests because when i write him and think about him im working mostly conceptually. hes a good representative character and i think hes at his best when this is the role hes filling.

like to think that his indifference and lack of connection to anything of any meaning in the world has been almost lifelong. the result of neglect and abuse itself, sure, but more importantly i think he is like this because he is drastically understimulated. there's nothing to do that interests him, no one worth talking to, nothing. not just a sadist but a compulsive one. i imagine that at some point he has seen someone OD. was not his fault but he was just not all that affected by it; thick skinned to the point that it's concerning. avoiding saying things like psychopath here because i feel like that doesn't quite suit what i'm getting at. he is, in spite of all evidence to the contrary, extremely unselfaware. so much of what he does is route action, muscle memory with no conscious process to it. even the performance of self awareness is nothing.

this is a big part of how i see him as a sexual predator specifically. it is just something he does compulsively, a repeated whim he follows. there's not a lot else to it. at least not in his mind

should go without saying but any "irony" playing he does is basically bullshit nothing to mess with people. like of course it is. there is virtually nothing genuine to be found 300% of his goals are to fuck with people; likes feeling smart and one upping others, likes feeling socially dominant, isn't smart or in possession of enough capital to ACTUALLY engender these feelings so he makes do with bad stupid elaborate jokes. its a craft

i kind of enjoy him as this backgroundless enigma i will be honest. like he turned out so revolting and who knows why. that's not my business. he functions better as a concept made manifest. it mirrors canon ofc but it also makes him horrifying by way of how can this happen. the same way people wonder about this shit in real life and it can simply never be answered no one will ever know.

although… the most important part of bros history to me is, specifically, the decline of his mental state due to cal. overarching view of his upbringing is that it would've been dismal and cal the telepathic puppet who spews garbage into his brain 24/7 does not a good man make. i base this off a very specific character study by the meat machine on ao3 that goes into this very concept. mind-blowing for both of us. the magic of cal on his brain… kind of can't resist thinking about it. like HOW did the decline happen. literally brain poison i imagine it functions similarly to how people fall into holes of like. suddenly doing a ton of hard shit and the next thing you hear theyre believing birds are spies and shit. schizophenic in nature. hes so misdiagnosable but the truth is there's just something wrong with him and there's nothing even to do about it. he's doomed to be this way forever. COSMIC ALIGNMENT. the burnout from this if he doesnt die super young would be insane like just horrifying absolutely miserable. thinking about the state hed be in at the point dave makes his very smart adult man exodus back home that he handles so well. like. nightmare.

[im-smart-i-swear]

If funky guys had become paladins of voltron which one would be in which Lion?

back in the VERY early days of this whole au(like. buddys-name-was-still-ryou early) i wanted to base every clones personality/character on a diffrent lion.... but over time it slowly stopped fitting their personalities and i kinda abandoned the concept lol. though you can still see some remnants of that in . certain design choices...

going back to this concept after uhhh two years?? i think? was definetely interesting! all the characters changed WILDLY since then and i tried to re-assign the lions to fit the changes........ it was surprisingly hard

i couldnt for the life of me decide in a few cases, so instead im just gonna give the most suitable options lol

tashi & soup - im putting these two together beacuse- and i have NO IDEA how that would work- theyre copiloting the black lion! they function the best as a duo and separating them would NOT be a good idea in a situation as stressful and complicated as piloting voltron. they barely manage to keep everyone alive on a good day... also picking only one of the two as The Leader just feels wrong

buddy, ideally, would like to stay as FAR AWAY from voltron as psyhically possible, thank you very much- but nothing in this cruel world is ideal, so they get the red lion:) i actually have this whole story idea where basically stickbug ""goes rouge""(like. some sort of 'sleeper agent mode' left over by haggar gets activated by accident??) and runs away to do some evil shit so buddy goes after him(on a whim)(alone)(without telling the others) and while searching for him they bump into fUCKING VOLTRON- so they form a very uneasy truce until they find stick. and at some point buddy finds out he can pilot the red lion! its awful he hates it:/ he pilots anyway cause his loved one is in danger(this whole thing is way too complicated to talk about here lol)

i had A LOT of problems figuring out the last three..... they changed so much that i just cant rlly fit them into these categories anymore... but i tried!!

ORIGINALLY stickbug was supposed to be based on the green lion but he doesnt fit it as well anymore....... i think taks does pretty well tho! shes very bold and iquisitive and a pain in everyones ass<3 plus loves learning about diffrent planets' unique ecosystems n stuff. stick IS very curious and likes exploring so he still kinda fits? but hes not as forward as taks, so yeahhhh im very torn on this one

i have NO FUCKING CLUE what to do with blue. all three of em could propably fit there ngl....

yellow could either be taka or stickbug- taka is the youngest and the brightest, hes what brought all of them together in the first place(it takes a village to raise a child)....... buuuut hes not really a 'puts the needs of others above his own' kind of person? hes still a kid and NOT ready for that kind of responsibility. soup is an OBVIOUS choice here of course, but im not sure- honestly, the more i think about it, the more stickbug starts to feel like the best option here? ok hear me out: stickbug, for most of his life, had very little power over his life. even while with the funky guys(ESPECIALLY in the beggining, these bozos were dysfuctional as fuck) there were moments when the others would talk over him bc 'hes a kid', and even without that theres still his people pleasing problem wnich meant he often disregarded his own good to make other ppl content. so, taking this scrawny guy desperate for control over his life and putting him in the toughest, stongest, most resilient lion- basically i think he deserves to go a little apeshit. as a treat. let him wreck shit for once

honestly it kinda funny im stting here and calculating all of this like a mad man where IN THE ACTUAL SHOW the paladins switch the lions like pokemon cards

realistically speaking i think they would all trade and switch em a lot and then squabble over who gets to pilot yellow bc they ALL want to wreck shit sometimes:)

[sssinful-tophat-lordzzz]

So what are you three into?

"Quite sssorry for the delay. Wass trying to get all set up but I am here now!"

"I! the glorious Sir Pentiousss! As you probably already know am a master of Invention! As well as most other mechanical disciplinesss. But as for other thingss I enjoy. I enjoy classic literature, and drama, baking I found could be fun and ever since I began my residence, I have been trying to entertain the Egg Bois eccentricities, which can be quite enjoyable at times, still not sure how those 'video games' work though..."

"I would start on my taste when it comes to otherss... But Charlie says being more open is something i should strive for. So nevermind i suppose"

"The snake does often give a quite dramatic start doesn't he~? As for I~ I spend my hours overlooking my territory, and decorating it thou could say with... uninvited visitors who make a ruckus~ I also am fond of sewing, and spinning thread, a style like mine takes effort in it's upkeep, especially after all these years~ I enjoy many teas, and favor it over most other drinks. Have also been shown to be able to style someone else if need be, it's quite a time."

"For I am not bound by the princess's flight of fancy, I'm at liberty to speak on my tastes with others. I respect those who respect themselves, who present confidently, but aren't afraid of the truth that no one's made of stone~ Those who accept the vulnerability, are often the strongest, and any sort of strength deserves my intrique I feel. Long as thee doesn't mind some harmless acts for pleasure's sake~"

"Man you two talk weird, any way since these fossils are finished speaking, let's get to the main event shall we? Hey, Vox, sure you know me but still! Media overlord and someone who enjoys control and respect, I don't like my time being wasted as a facet of that. Busy guy, want it to be worth my while you know? Sure you do. I like my buisness when it's booming, like Vark, plus my other sharks, so fucking cool. Also I of course like tech, it's cool, plus lets me get around the place easier. Not radios though, just use Voxify on your fucking phone then some old timey shit. That's the only reason."

"As with people, I'm a talker, so interrupting is pretty uncool. Again I like being respected. Plus, I get people have moods, but please don't fly into a rage at the slightest thing, I deal with plenty of that already... I don't know, respect me, don't go apeshit, and keep old radios off you and we'll be fine, I assure you~ I market to many after all."

[revvnant]

misconception: that michael acted out because he hated his dad !

send me a misconception you think people have about my character and I’ll explain if it’s true or not.

no that one's true, at least to me. i don't see this take often? or maybe it just doesn't register to me when it crops up because i'm like. yeah checks out and i'd be curious to know what the other motivation would be? other than just being a teenager, and those two things layer on top of each other. like... i think maybe you could say that it's a misconception that michael only feels hatred for his dad? i think his feelings on william are complex and that love and hate here aren't mutually exclusive.

he loves his father very much and is desperate for his father to love him back, but william cannot and does not express that love for a whole host of reasons -- Being A Man, being an asshole by nature, blaming michael for evan ( either out of genuine feeling or because it's convenient, i lean towards the latter ) -- and that inspires both profound sorrow and, yes, frustration and hatred in michael. when you are denied love by a parent, even if you think you 'deserve' it, it rots you inside. you get mad. the more it happens, the longer you are left on your own to wonder what you did to constitute the one person who was supposed to love you unconditionally turning their back on you, the more it rankles. you do get sad, of course you get hurt. and then you get angry. and michael is fucking furious.

it's complicated because of evan. but even before then, william was not acting like a loving father. we see how he stays out late drinking and storms around the house in midnight motorist. we see that he neglects his kids in the fourth game ( and elizabeth's death, real leopards eating your face party moment that one ). at best he's absent and leaving them to fend for themselves, and responsibility for evan and elizabeth is going to fall to michael because he's the oldest. that would baseline inspire some negativity. and he is a teenager. most teenagers act out period. they have big feelings they can't process, they're confused by what's going on in and around them, and then there's social pressure, including pressure from inside the house. michael is tired and he's stressed and he's figuring out who he is, and he has a father who at best is more interested in his restaurant than him, and at worst ( my take ) is out-and-out abusive.

maybe like... saying hating william was the only reason mike acted out is also false? but if i were mike that would be reason enough go apeshit! i'd go crazyyy. parental neglect and abuse just does shit to your brain it makes you worse! and if william can presumably react to his son dying by killing minimum five maximum ??? children all while blaming michael ( not how i read the mci but i know that's popular fanon ), i think michael is allowed to act out over his father treating him like shit and then like a pariah. yes there's a human element to this with williiam having to be okay with a killer in the house but after a certain point it's like. you don't have a leg to stand on. idk i'd be insane i'd be breaking shit i'd be screaming into my pillow. if william gets roadie the road beer and a line of animatronics engineered to juice children, michael gets becoming a school bully, doing drugs, having unsafe sex, etc. i'd start beating up kids on the playground if my dad beat me up at home. i'd start doing drugs if my only parent was an alcoholic.

so full endorsement to mike being like i hope he falls down the stairs drunk! i hope he gets locked in his office and has to sleep on his desk! i hope his precious car pops all four tires! he wants william to love him and being denied that he's foaming at the mouth. he's a kid. he has a kid's processing power. so if william isn't going to love him then he's going to give william a damn good reason to hate him.

[aetheternity]

For some reason I’m not big into shipping when it comes to genshin, even though I’m pretty fond of it in my other fandoms. Most things I’m just neutral on. I don’t like xingyun for the reasons you said. I don’t like anything with Venti since I selfship with him and I get a bit jealous. I absolutely cannot stand zhongchi or chilumi.

I’m not used to being able to say that last bit because the fandom goes apeshit for those two and if you criticize them you get flayed by the hivemind. It’s entirely because of Childe. He’s a great character, but a shit person. He makes every dynamic he’s a part of toxic and no one should have to put up with him. I don’t even like Zhongli and I still don’t think he deserves to be stuck with Childe.

Honestly, at first I didn’t hate Childe ships, I just disliked them. What made me hate them is the fact that they’re shoved down my throat in every genshin fandom space. On this website it’s fine because that’s what filtering is for, but everywhere else I can’t get away from it. If you keep seeing something you don’t like eventually you’re going to get tired and just start hating it. And if that wasn’t enough, another side effect of the fandom’s obsession with those ships is that if I talk about not liking them I get yelled at for it. Like I said before, I don’t don’t talk about this often, and I definitely don’t go out of my way to harass someone if I find out they ship zhongchi or chilumi because that’d be pathetic, and yet people still come after me. Why can’t we all just agree to disagree. Shipcourse is entertaining but it gets out of hand so easily it’s infuriating.

I'm gonna keep it a buck and say that I think Childe with Lumine is great because he's such a bad guy. I love the idea of Lumine fighting him then seeing his softer side and slowly falling in love with it. I mean after seeing the worst version of someone then later seeing them in the worst place quite literally down on their luck in pain and having to help them out would make you see them differently. She doesn't fall in love with him because he's this sweet charming guy who could give her the world and more. She falls in love with this flawed, damaged individual who has betrayed her and yet she still finds a way to love him. Feels like the truest form of love to me. Seeing all the horrible parts of someone and then falling in love with them anyway. That's why enemies to lovers is my favorite trope.

I totally relate to that sentiment about seeing it everywhere and thus slowly building a hatred for it. That's how I feel about Cynonari. I didn't even hate it at first just vehemently disliked it. Don't worry though anon you're not a bad person for not liking these ships. If everyone liked the same ship it'd be boring as hell.

[lavender-long-stories]

Part 1 - What He Left Behind

Spoilers for What He Left Behind

Let's start with the opening sentence, because I swear to god, when I read it I laughed so loud. I knew something dramatic was on the way. When Sasuke is absolutely livid about Naruto's behaviour? Chief's kiss. The "like some whore you took in for the sex"? Phenomenal.

Fun fact this story was originally called 'Asshole' in my files because of the opening line.

Coming back at the beginning of the story after reading the ending makes me so fucking angry. [...] [Naruto's] reasoning is nonexistent.

I was actually under the impression people would feel bad for him, but I think I underestimated how much pure rage I instilled in everyone about him.

You said you didn't want bashing in the comments 

I had to add this because it was the only comment I was getting. >.> I get that Naruto was pissing everyone off, that was kind of the point but there was cute shit going on focus on that.

"[Sasuke] wasn’t sure he wanted to see it when it split. But he would. He had made this decision." This is not the bare minimum at all [...][Sasuke] is already being a better husband and father

I love how sometimes I just need to make Sasuke supportive and he's considered the top-tier man.

The "cogito, ergo sum" in Naruto's perspective is literaly "no thoughts, head empty" bc?

Can he blame the tumor?

there is a void Naruto-shaped between them that will be filled with respect and love, this is nice

I love this description of their relationship hahaha

"How did he still eat only take-out and quick-cooked rice?" She isn't judging him but she is judging him so hard

Wheels coded.

I love that one of the good things Sasuke thinks about Hinata is that she is sane, his bar clearly isn't very high, but who knows, right?

When you're used to extremes, basics will impress you XD

It makes me sad that Hinata is grateful for being treated with respect by Sasuke, because they don't even know each other really well, he is just being a well-mannered human being and respecting her space. This is the bare minimum.

People often don't give you the bare minium, so when you get it, it feels like the world.

Yeah... the signs of abuse. This shit broke me. Not gonna lie and tell you I didn't laugh when Sasuke went for a hug, but boooy if this shit wasn't heavy.

I want to make a point that not all abuse is physical, and sometimes it's not even intentional. (That doesn't dissolve fault. If you did something to someone, it is your fault whether or not you mean ti.)

“Once you start making excuses, it turns from bad behavior to abuse.” Yes.

I like that Sasuke said this because it's hard to think that your friends could be capable of being not great people, just because they are fine people to you.

Hinata's tantrum in the car is the best piece of literature ever, I laughed so hard because girlie has been through some deep shit, she deserves to go apeshit sometimes, okay? She even cursed!

I have a head cannon that Hinata just needs to scream out of her little quiet body every once in a while so there isn't a Hyuga massacre.

I wish my dad loved me like that LOL

Babes, are you okay?

"It’s just like a roommate, and the roommate gets a dog." I compared my friend's kid to a dog once and she said it was actually worse than having a dog, the father wasn't very happy with us but he didn't disagree lol. Point is, at least he wants the kid.

Sasuke is a different level of unbothered in this story.

I think this story awakened a monster in me, the monster that loves the trope of roommates acting like they're married until they fall in love.

🤝 I need to make like 30 of those because I love not quite a couple but completely living as a unit moments.

I totally forgot about the bath situation.

I like writing mildly dramatic situations handled very humanely. People fall in the shower all the time. I love having people have to actually deal with situations. I think it shows more of their character than anything.

“Why aren’t you at work?” “I don’t want to come back and find a pregnant woman bleeding out on the floor.” This is my kind of humor. I fucking love him.

Sasuke's dry humor in this gets to me.

Oh yeah, the cringe baby clothes. Why does this shit even exist? Why do people even buy that kind of thing?

Not me having opinions and making characters talk about how much I hate cringe baby clothes. >.>

What He Left Behind

Pairing: Sasuke x Hinata Rating: T

Description: When Sasuke is confronted with an abandoned pregnant Hinata, he does the only thing he can think to do, he takes her in. Strangers to friends. Friends to lovers.

Tags: Pregnancy  |  Romance  |  Domestic Fluff  |  Happy Ending  |  Fluff and Angst  |  Hurt/Comfort

[mihai-florescu]

continued live slug reaction for fist of idol

yuzuru goes a little bit apeshit and im so here for it i want that guy to lose his composure more often i think he deserves to go a little bit bonkers to balance out the Everything Else he's got going on

I finally read it a few days ago but then got overwhelmed by the amount of asks i had accumulated and just disappeared, sorry about that. But I agree nodnod, if you surpress yourself too much for too long it's going to kill you. I do like that being an idol has granted him a bit more freedom to breathe and see life beyond just being himemiya's butler. Even if what was needed to push him this time was threatening tori who really doesnt want to see that side of yuzuru...they have an interesting codependent dynamic dont they

I guess the purpose of yuzuru's character can be seen as him embracing his individuality and freedom of expression, but he can never fully attain it both because of The Narrative™️ but beyond that, also just....this is a gacha mobile game. The story needs to go on for as long as they can make profit. His condition can never change too drastically because, well, happyele needs to make money off their butler archetype character. He can only challenge it in bite sized stories that go back to normal once they're over