#i had a lot of fun with it but hoo boy do i regret making a full colored comic for a first complete go at a comic

[blue-stripe]

finally uploading my piece for the NOT A SAINT // a wolfwood zine on twitter, which is available for free! right now!!!! This was my first time finishing a comic, and the first one for a zine takes place right before the end of blr

[buccig4ng]

Hii I was wondering if I could get a mista x reader lemon and he gives lots of praise cuz why not 🤪 anyway ty for taking the time to read have a good one 😌

oh my god this is such a good ask! i added a little bit of plot as well, i hope you don't mind!

summary: mista and you are out on a mission, and he starts acting like a needy bitch. you accept his offer after a bit of persuation, and hoo boy, do you not regret it at all.

word-count: 1039

warnings: 18+ content, afab reader, pet names (baby, darling, sweets, etc.), language, a lot of praise, semi-public sex, softdom!mista, just a long blowjob really.

!! nsfw under the cut, minors dni !!

You didn't know how it escalated to this. The last thing you remembered was you and Mista going on a mission together. Nothing too crazy; you just had to take out a couple of people. You both had arrived earlier than necessary, as Bucciarati had instructed you two to do so incase the targets arrived early. You suspected that Mista had had a crush on you for quite a while. Sure, he had always been a touchy bastard, but today more so than ever. Probably because of all the waiting you had to do; Mista had many qualities but patience was definitely not one of them. You had tried telling him off multiple times to stop doing that, reminding him that you were in the middle of a mission, but it seemed like he had no intentions to budge. "(Y/N)~" he whined, "The targets aren't going to arrive for another hour or so. What do you say about having some fun?" Mista winked cockily at the end of that sentence, making you cringe a little bit. Okay, maybe he was attractive as hell and you yourself had a teeny-tiny crush on him, but come on; Bucciarati would murder you both on the spot if he found out that you both had done the nasty on a job. "Mista. No." You replied sternly, hoping he would back down. Spoiler alert: he did not.

For the next 15 minutes or so, all you heard was Mista pouting and complaining, and your own agitated voice telling him to shut the fuck up. Finally, when he leaned down seductively and whispered in your ear, "C'mon (Y/N), I promise you won't regret it," did you widen your eyes and slowly pulled him closer to you, whispering back, "Okay, fine. But we better make this quick."

And THAT'S how it escalated to you being pinned against the heavily vandalised wall of the dark alley you were waiting in, all hot, flushed and sweaty. Mista was kissing you with a fervent amount of passion, and you reciprocated it to the best of your abilities. You felt his hands roam around your entire body, before dipping down to your hips and holding your body as close to his as was humanly possible. Your own hands rose up to his face, holding it tightly as you pulled away for a minute in order to catch your breath. Mista smirked at you, before nipping at your soft earlobe, eliciting a surprised gasp from you. He stopped, and spoke in a quiet, raspy voice, "(Y/N), you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," He nipped at your ear once again before continuing, "You'll be a real good girl for me, won't you?"

You felt your panties getting soaked at his words. The effect his words had on you was surreal. "Mista," you whined, "I'll be as good as you want me to be." "Now, that's what I like to hear, darling." Mista chuckled, before pulling at your top, signalling you to take it off. Hurriedly, you rid yourself of your top and unhooked your bra, leaving the sight of your bare chest for Mista to take in and relish. "Holy shit," Mista exhaled, "You're so pretty, (Y/N). You're so fucking pretty." Feeling yourself blush at his words, you couldn't help but let a small smile form on your lips. Mista grabbed one of your breasts and licked its nipple, before taking it in his mouth and sucking it gently. You began to let out small whimpers and gasps; Mista was godly with his tongue. He switched his attention to your other nipple, sucking it a little harder now.

Is this what heaven felt like? You sure thought so. Just then, Mista stopped sucking on your nipples and said, "Playtime's over, baby. Shall we begin the show now?" You nodded, maybe a little too eagerly, and dropped down on your knees. "Damn," Mista cocked an eyebrow as you unbuckled his belt, "You're so eager to make me feel good, aren't you? Going to please me well, darling?" You nodded, once again, with the same amount of excitement. Once you stripped him of his pants, you could see his clothed erection, standing proud. You widened your eyes a little bit, and rushed to pull down his boxers. There it was, his cock in all its glory, red and huge and throbbing. You kitten licked the tip of his cock a few times and licked a stripe from its base to tip, making Mista grunt softly.  You managed to take most of him in your mouth, and used your hands for the little portion that still remained. You started moving your mouth, resisting the urge to gag as his dick went further and further down your throat. "Fuuuuuuck, baby," Mista groaned loudly, "Feels too good, never felt this good before. You're doing such a good fucking job, making me so happy." Mista ran his hands through your soft, silky (h/c) hair, with a look of pleasure on his face that you made sure to burn into your head. You wanted to remember this moment forever. You felt his cock twitch a little bit, before it unloaded a sizeable amount of cum into your mouth. You swallowed every little drop of it; it tasted a bit salty, but it definitely wasn't unpleasant.

Mista pulled his dick out of your mouth, and looked at you with a loving gaze in his eyes. "You did so well, baby. I'm so proud of you." You smiled a bright, genuine smile at him; Mista praising you made you feel butterflies in your stomach. He took one look at his watch, his eyes widening. "Fuck," he exclaimed, a bit of panic in his voice, "They'll be here any minute now." You stood up quickly, putting on your bra and your top. "Sorry about that, sweets," he said, a bit sheepishly, "I couldn't do much for you. Can you wait till this mission is over? I'll make you feel so good that my name will be falling from your mouth like a prayer." You chuckled, "How could I say no to something like that? Of course I'll wait, Mista."

Boy did he live up to his promise.

[sophieswundergarten]

uno reverse! do you have any favorite fun facts/infodumps you would like to share? :D

Hoo boy, an open invitation to ramble about something that gets my brain excited? I hope you won't regret this. (Also, thank you, Milk :>)

Today we're going to be talking about Deb Cook!!!

Deborah Cook, as she is usually credited in films, is the head of LAIKA's costume department. She has worked on every LAIKA film that has been made, from Coraline (2009) to the upcoming Wildwood (2025).

The thing about stop-motion animation is that there is a massive amount of planning that needs to be worked out before the actual filming process even starts. Part of this is the costume designs for all the puppets, so that they fit into the world and can be used as vessels for a cohesive story.

Cook does a lot of research into historical elements that can be used in costumes, as well as using computers and collaborating with other people in the art department to create her own version of textiles that are perfect for the character. She takes her job very seriously, and works to consider what each character's personality is so she can create a fitting look for them.

But, the!! The thing is, these puppets are generally about eight to twelve inches tall!! So you can't just go to a craft store and buy any old fabric, because the weave might be too rough, or when a camera is focussed on a piece of clothing so small the colors are distorted. So there is a necessary level of detail that must be adhered to, otherwise the final product will be kind of disastrous. You can't just make tiny jeans out of regular denim, you have to find a fabric that looks like denim, but is light enough that it'll be flexible when placed on a tiny puppet.

Now, there are a lot of insanely talented people who create all sorts of miniatures and have come up with ingenious solutions to this that can be pointed out. HOWEVER, a great deal of these are because of how much work LAIKA has put into that field of art in the last seventeen years.

In Coraline, some of the costumes were made out of a child's sock. A sock. And it worked because Deb Cook is a fantastic and dedicated artist who works really hard to do her best in literally everything. But, now that LAIKA has had over a decade of experience and accolades and new highly clever artists joining them, they have come up with many new ways to use technology to help.

But Deb Cook is an artist and she will go out of her way to make something look as authentic as possible. For the iconic beetle crest on Kubo's clothing in Kubo and the Two Strings (2016), she dyed rice paste, painted the fabric, and then carefully washed it off to leave the image.

So, after all of that, and the meticulous attention given to every thread, you must remember that they have to animate all this. That means rigging in skirts and weighted sleeves and armature in capes. Each and every piece of clothing, in addition to needing to be replicated or else durable enough to be used for the two or so years required to make a stop-motion film, must be controlled down to the tiniest motion. In addition, the costume department she manages has to be able to make repairs or tiny alterations when something is damaged or an animator needs to get at the inner workings of a puppet.

There are so many more things that need to be considered in stop-motion versus live action, since the majority of the materials and designs are made from scratch in the studio.

And yet, despite all this, the woman hasn't won any awards

SO. That was my insane, unpolished rant about how much I love Deb Cook. Sorry and/or thank you if you made it this far, and if you want to learn more here are some resources:

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[triptychgardener]

What made you decide to linger with the meat timeline peeps after they had accomplished their goal of cracking younger junes egg?

Hoo boy! Well thank you for asking that question, because it is kind of THE question to a lot of my thoughts and philosophy for how I've been tackling the theming for Early June in my head.

(This is gonna be a long one, brief mention of suicide and longer discussion on kinda heavy transition-related things under the cut)

First off, the most honest answer is that, when I started this fic, I planned out the story. It was originally going to be something like twenty chapters, following pretty much entirely the younger crew. However, I am terminally unable to stop writing and expanding on things. So, I decided to write what their plan would be and their particular thoughts and reservations about it.

The second has to do with the premise of Early June as a whole, whose entire core conceit was perhaps... founded on an unhealthy impulse on Older!June's part. And of course, kind of on my part.

I think a lot of trans people, obviously not all, imagine what it would have been like if they had come out younger. At the very least, I certainly have. And that's kind of the core premise of the damn thing:  "what would happen if June came out during the game, and was therefore more "awake" in a personal sense, and can therefore maybe prevent the Meat-adjacent timeline from happening in the first place." That was the set premise with the goal put in place.

But! Most importantly, when this essentially became the largest creative project I have ever put time into, I started to question that premise on a philosophical level. On a practical level, yes, June has absolutely changed things in the timeline that could construed as making the whole thing better. But on Older!June's part, she isn't seeing it at the start as "helping another group of younger players win the game and create a better tomorrow," she is seeing it as herself doing it. Which, due to the passage of time and the deviance between the timelines, isn't really true!

The Ultimate Self as a concept is something I've been ruminating on a lot, as most postcanon-adjacent works tend to do. In a way, I can see it with its intention to both A.) Consolidate the MANY different versions of a character that Homestuck Proper presents and B.) give some weight to them. Even the doomed versions will, in the Ultimate Self, have some influence on who the core of that person is.

But! Like Roxy says to June, to intentionally erase yourself just to add to the ultimate self is kind of tantamount to destroying the "You" that is an individual. And in Early June specifically, I think a lot of characters balk at the idea of essentially being boiled back down to some core concept of who they are as a collective narrative presence. Jake and Roxy at the start, Dove and DS, all of them want to keep their individuality as people and be able to actually choose which parts of themselves they want to keep, discard, or remake, and not just lend cosmic weight to the Ultimate. And therefore, that's why Roxy comes to essentially talk June out of, essentially, deleting them once they've fulfilled their "purpose," which is also me finding out through my own writing that their plan was kind of fucked up, and how I can take these characters much farther. Plus, it is just fun to write these characters as older, and give them some more nuanced positions that they gained as they aged.

Now that's obviously the "In-Canon" reason, which leads to the more personal reason of "someone who regrets not transitioning earlier wants to lose themselves in the idea of a life they, fundamentally, could not have had in their current state." Older!June's life isn't over, even if she feels it is, because, first off, the age you transition at has literally no bearing on your validity as your chosen gender, and secondly, even if you feel like you did all the most important things you've ever done before you transitioned and after that everything's just been a disaster, there is still more life for you to live. Obviously, this is a fictional world that does not conform to our reality, but the author is, as usual, stuck in reality, and given that fiction is often used as a way to process reality through metaphor, Older!June's arc is about learning to salvage what's there instead of starting anew, because this her only has one life to live. Aaaand that of course can very easily be a message applied to people who transition later in life.

This actually WAS going to be partially explained/explored more explicitly in the fic, towards the end of the conversation between Callie and Calliope, (i.e. the [DATA LOST] part), but I decided to omit that conversation between the author figure and them (though I can't promise there won't be any meta/author shenanigans in the future) because A). It got. Really personal at times and even though I'm not opposed to that, B). it was causing me genuine consternation over whether or not I was supposed to include it and I figured that my hobby should probably not be causing me more psychological distress and C). This story is not about me, it is about the characters who I very heavily project onto.

My one regret is that Ado didn't get to make an appearance in the fic proper. Ah well, there's always next time. Thanks for asking, sorry this was kind of a long one!

[shinygoku]

In LAL I’ve finally done the 7 chapters, so I feel like Ranking ‘em with short pros and cons that contribute to my placements~

It’ll be in Quality Acending order, so starting with the least and moving up to the Beast! ✨ This post will try to be Spoiler Free!

7th Place - Prehistory: A goofy Flintstones-esque romp, though with less smoking ads and 60′s references. Though honestly, I’d have preferred that type of humour over the Fart and Nudity centred focus that we actually get lmao... but this scenario still made me smile and was overall Fun, just the clear weakest for me. Extremely boppable music and nice simple enjoyment in raw Unga Bunga Power, but I did not want to deal with the Superboss and the secret I did engage in was still cryptic as hell.

6th - Present Day (1994): An interesting spin on the gameplay, but with only 7 battles you don’t have much to dig into... In a Mega Man-esque direction, the order of the fights is yours, but there’s a nice through line if you may your choices in a certain order. The other fighters have some implied depth to them and are good sportsmen, which was a neat surprise. Masaru is also fun to play as, his barren apartment still allowing him to make serious gains lmao. But yeah, very short and pretty same-y, so it’s not The Strongest on the rankings...!

5th - Near Future: This is hard to place, as when it’s good, it is very very good! And when it is bad it is horrid... Hmm. It starts several cool ideas but then fails to properly follow up on them, pretty much every point is left a bit open and hanging at the end, and that’s bothersome on one with a big dark plot! There ain’t many enemy types, one plot-important location is way too big and easy to get lost in while having no way to return in case you missed something. Also, there’s a minigame that you can miss entirely that gives good items. Also also, there’s a big plot turn towards the end that only had slight foreshadowing if you went out of your way to look for it. Yeah, it’s a bit of a mess... AND Akira’s stats are kinda weedy! But I do love Akira himself, the Battle Theme and especially the Kageyama vocal song~

4th - Western: This is a popular chapter, the main fault that people have with it being that it’s very short. And yeah, that’s very agreeable! I also didn’t much care for the battle theme in this one, fortunately you spend way longer hearing Megalomania instead! The main gimmick is a bit hard and/or trial and error, but very satisfying if ya pull it off~

3rd - Imperial China: Good length, good variety of moves and enemies, nice music, a huge gut punch that is impossible to avoid... This is a Solid Chapter. But I’m never that pleased when the Gut Punch actually happens, as I feel guilty too easy anyway! But also, if you get complacent, you may make moves you regret dearly later on. There are a fuckload of fights and I get a bit bored of the Imperial KK sounding first few notes after a few in a row though.

2nd - Distant Future: The most Cerebral of ‘em all, only 1 mandatory fight, and lots and lots and LOTS of Characters Talking. And it’s goooooood!! As much as the plot leans on Famous SciFi, the interactions and character nuances give this a lot of meat, with the side dish of horror and suspence. We Are All Love Cube!!

1st - Edo Japan: I’m gonna admit first that I am biased for this, and if I wasn’t, I mighta put it lower because HOO BOY this one is Hard Mode!! And you can choose to make it even harder, which I did! But see... that’s a strength objectively; it’s a huge, sprawling, maze-like scenario and you have a certain amount of freedom in just how you go about it. The visuals are fantastic, the music is all bangers and the ending even takes into account the choices you made and changes accordingly. This is the Undertale before Undertale, after all, but much more My Style lmao. Just yeah, go in ready to grind, refer to maps and get a bit lost several times... it’s all worth it in the end imo, also fighting as Oboro is really enjoyable and even pretty~

[yellowhollyhock]

Roches songs Donny analysis

Us Little Kids

Two three four

Humpty Dumpty go Humpty Dump dah dah dah

Remember how Donny likes to take apart the toaster? I imagine he was the kid who took apart whatever he could get his hands on. Probably sometimes his brothers' toys. His intention was always to put it back together! Chances are that didn't always end up happening.

I think, considering how little they had to call their own, breaking each other's things would be a big deal for the turtle tots. Maybe especially Donny, as much as gift giving is how he expresses himself. Whether he breaks something or something of his is broken, it cuts a little deeper than it probably should.

I get so sad

Just thinking of you

All the good time we had

I hurt your feelings

You hurt my feelings

But we had fun too

That's not so bad

SAINW. Mikey 'where the shell were you?!' Leo 'Raph. April's guys didn't say anything about you being here.' Raph 'Don? No way!' (zero anger towards him no questions immediate relief and acceptance. I'm fine) Things were so tense and in such a short time there was only so much he could understand, let alone do. I imagine he's a lot more sensitive about their relationships after that incident.

At the same time though--this never happens. No matter how much thy fight (they all do sometimes) this family has each other's backs. We had fun too--that's not so bad.

Is there a reason

These things happen

Like a snow day in July?

Sometimes I might cry

But then I snicker

That's the see saw

You and I

This really makes me think of Mikey. The idea of a see saw, like wow you really crossed a line this time, no we're not talking I'm annoyed--wait no please keep laughing keep smiling the world is so dark I need the light in your eyes. Forget it I'm not that annoyed.

Snow day in July--Leo going cold and being on everyone's case after Ch'rell goes to prison, when it seems like they should be relieved and celebrating.

See saw, us little kids, see saw

Look what we did

Watching the sun go down on a game

I wish we made up

I wish we made up

Sun go down on a game--Battle Nexus. Leo gets poisoned, Master Splinter's in prison--okay problems solved. And Mikey is the Battle Nexus champion! That's... good and bad. hoo boy forget being annoyed about him bragging how are you going to deal with what this causes between him and Raph. "I don't wanna see this."

Donny always seems particularly sensitive about conflict in the family. Doesn't like to be around it. Rolls his eyes and pouts. "One big happy family" <- the most sarcastic and bitter sentence we ever get from him I think. Normally his voice is like honey but boy his expression can be vinegar when he's upset.

Cool thing though--they did make up! They do make up, every time. His family deals with a lot of grief, but this isn't one of them, this particular regret. They always stick together

there's a lot he doesn't tell them

don't have to make up if you never fight can't fight if you never bring up problems

Wherever you are

I hope you're happy

Is that a stupid thing to say?

It is the simple things that matter

Perhaps I'll find you another way

Remembering what it felt like when Leo was away with the Ancient One. Also, thinking about Cody after Fast Forward. And Kirby, and Sydney, and the Ytlantians. I'll find you another way.

Leo most of all, though

Watching the sun go down on a game

I wish we made up

I wish we made up

Down down down

I feel lonely

Off and on now

But didn't I

When I was younger

Stand in my shadow

Without a friendship

Little worried

What I'd become

Can you imagine how the way they grew up affects them as adults? It's all great to think as one, to fight like a well-oiled machine. Until you have a job and you're trying to change the world but you're just one rusty gear turning uselessly. The turtles depend so much on each other--they had to. But then when they're adults with sever trauma, going separate ways because they just have different ways to go, all of a sudden no one can know what they're thinking just from sharing a look. Raph isn't here to speak up if something's unfair, do you even know what you think is unfair? Mikey's not here to be your resilience, you had a sense of humor you're sure you did, where is it? Leo's not there to be your courage--you always believed in your brothers, you always believed in yourself. Right? Or were you just borrowing his belief?

Shadows are a ninja's friend, but spending your childhood there has consequences

See saw, us little kids, see saw

Look what we did

Watching the sun go down on a game

I wish we made up

I wish we made up

Down down down

I wish we made up

I wish we made up

Hey, there were good times. There are good times ahead. That's what see saws do. Down and back up

[violetandstarlightgirl]

My Favorite Songs I Discovered in 2022

Hoo boy, haven't done this in three years. Thought I'd start doing this again especially since I found some really good songs this year!

As with the previous entries, nothing's in any particular order, and not everything was released exclusively this year. There's also a bonus list at the bottom of some of my favorites from 2020 and 2021 as well, since I still wanted to mention them.

Here's the old lists I've done so far: 2017 , 2018 , 2019

Honey I'm Home- Ghost (Honey I'm Home, 2019)

This is definitely the black sheep on this list this year.

I found it through a beautifully made Hollow Knight animatic by Icelandin, and something about the spooky insectoid imagery and intense instrumentals stuck with me. Not to mention the lyrics and the story they tell! (the artwork in the original music video is gorgeously disturbing)

Once I can find the peace of mind and the free time, I'd love to make an animatic with this song!

Windy Summer- Anri (Timely!!, 1983)

Since I found out about Dress Down, I have been fascinated by what I now know is the "80's City Pop" subgenre from Japan. I found a whole playlist of songs near the start of the year, and I fell in love with Anri's Timely!! album. This song in particular is featured because it's my favorite from the album, with Remember Summer Days being a close second.

I absolutely love the summer vibes from this song, and I like listening to it while driving. I even set it as my wake-up alarm for when I'm having a nap or my routine-app alarm isn't on for whatever reason. It's just a lovely upbeat song great for when you need to get stuff done!

Not Your Father's Son- JT Music, featuring Andrea Storm Kaden (Not Your Father's Son, 2022)

I received Hades as a birthday present last year and I have loved every second of it. The artwork is stunning and I'm captivated by the story, but one of my favorite creations related to the game is this fan-song made by the same talents behind the Elden Ring fanpiece, Solo.

I love the Greek inspired instrumentals that play throughout and the message in the chorus; you might be divine but you'll find you're not your father's son. Zagreus is his own person and needs the opportunity to forge his own path, and the chance to learn the truth about who his mother was.

On the Nature of Daylight- Max Richter (The Blue Notebooks, 2018)

A really somber instrumental piece here, I love the gradual addition of each instrument as the song progresses (kind of like In The Shape of Longing, one of the songs from my very first songs of the year list!). I don't know a lot of the context for the piece, but it makes me think of a tragic event that inspired a person to change for the better.

Desert Rose- Peter Hollens and Alaa Wardi (Covers Vol III, 2017)

As a young kid I've always been fascinated by the original version of this song by Sting, but at the start of this year I also found out that one of my favorite cover artists, Peter Hollens, had covered the song within the last few years.

Peter's acapella style adds something new to an already stellar masterpiece and keeps to the Middle Eastern roots that inspired the original with the inclusion of Alaa Wardi (a gifted singer in his own right!). It's a neat reminder of the beauty that can come from collaboration between cultures to make new things.

Judas- Gemyni (Judas 80s ver., 2020)

I've discovered a fun genre of cover styles this year, where people take pop songs from the 2000s and later and turn it into dark synth 80s (go check out Izzy Perri's cover of Toxic you won't regret it), but I wanted to highlight Gemyni's absolutely haunting cover of Lady Gaga's Judas on this list.

I enjoy that the tempo is slowed into something sensual (it's been used in a couple of thirst trap edits for a good reason) but everything still nods to the original. Even Gemyni's vocals are reminiscent of Gaga but it is still uniquely her own.

Dark Seeks Light- Yui Ninomiya (Dark Seeks Light, 2021)

My husband is a big fan of the isekai subgenre of anime (reincarnating with some or all knowledge from a previous life and achieving great things in the new life) and a favorite of both of ours is The World's Finest Assassin (Gets Reincarnated in Another World as An Aristocrat). One of the biggest selling points for both of us is the opening theme and the title sequence it plays in (check it out here!!)

It's a gripping and fast-paced song that keeps your attention and gets you pumped for the action. The lyrics even hint at the themes of the story; seeking light in darkness by snuffing out corruption from its festering source.

Brutus- The Buttress (Brutus, 2016)

As with a few of the songs on this playlist, I discovered this one while I was searching for stuff for a character playlist. I hadn't listened to anything by The Buttress before, but I'm definitely a fan of this piece.

I can easily feel the vitriol and rage pouring from the character as the song plays, and I love the touch where eventually their voice raises from a whisper to a shout. The character is psyching themselves up to commit fratricide, motivated by many things none the least of which is envy ("please know that my actions are not motivated only by envy", "I don't want what you have, I wanna be you").

It's a powerful piece and I love the detail of the nonsensical words spoken by the chorus in the background.

Devil's Backbone- The Civil Wars (The Civil Wars, 2013)

This was a song suggested to my by a friend for another character playlist. As a lover of folk music, I love the strings and the vocals in this one! The lyrics are also emotional and powerful; a woman praying for the soul of a man with a dark past whom she loves dearly. It's short, but absolutely sweet.

The biggest pull for me is the connection I made to this song with my Monster of the Week character, Tabby Green. Tabby is in a romantic relationship with Julian Darling, a troubled man with a checkered past. Without going into too much detail, I feel like the lyrics adequately describes her feelings about the situation.

Under the Heavens- Tony Anderson (Under the Heavens, 2022)

One of my best friends has sent me a few of Tony Anderson's pieces over the years, and this one is definitely one of my favorites he's ever done to date!

It's kind of a weird way to describe it, but it feels like you're listening to a sunrise. The sound that those first morning rays feel on your skin as the day begins.

Bonus!!! Stuff I Discovered in 2020 and 2021

In Dulce Jubilo- Mike Oldfield

A beautiful Christmas instrumental that I'd love to use in an animatic someday, introduced to me though a YouTube video by Caddicarus where he talked about his first videos on the site.

Wishbone- nervous_testpilot

A funky tune that gives me ENA vibes, overall just a fun song to chill to and have in the background when I'm doing things.

The Foyer- Drab Majesty

Something I found when looking for things to put in a character playlist for a Goth vampire who was turned in the 80s. Listening to it makes me feel this intense nostalgia even though it's less than a decade old.

Song for a Siren- The Jane Austen Argument

A beautiful modern sea shanty I used as major inspiration for my triton rogue (whos campaign concluded in July!)

Sleeping in the Cold Below- Keith Power, Alan Doyle, Damhnait Doyle

Space-shanty that I fell in love with when I got to that part of Warframe.

Drown in Pale Light- Andreas Vollenweider

An absolutely serene piece of harp music that puts my soul at piece. Worth mentioning because it was my #1 song played on Spotify this year (in the bonus segment because I discovered it in 2021)

[daddywright]

I have only recently got into the ace attorney fandom, and this story was the first story I read, and I feel spoiled! I absolutely loved every chapter, so I'm gonna word vomit here and tell you everything I love about this!

"She offers him a smile. It’s small, tentative, but it possesses a strength that makes a hidden part of him twist and burn with quiet envy." the first time we see nick's wish to be as strong as mia!

Considering the fact that nick didn't have any prominent figure in his life, it makes sense that he would look up to gregory so much

"Phoenix looks up, and starts walking towards Mia Fey

He doesn't stop for two years."

THE RELATIONSHIP THAT MIA AND NICK HAD WAS PRECIOUS AND DESERVES MORE THAN WHAT THE FANDOM GIVES THEM

"Larry’s arms wrap around him, squeezing almost too tight" People forget that Larry and Phoenix were good friends too, and Larry would help his best friend

"Nobody believed him, nobody but Mia" Maya is what Phoenix is to Mia and I adore that

"He wishes, desperately, that he’d said it while she was still alive. I loved you. For everything you did." Not you absolutely breaking my fucking heart

Also the first AA game felt unnatural in the sense of how seemingly unaffected Phoenix seemed at Mia's murder so I'm really glad you wrote it this way

"Expensive. Thoughtful. Too much." SHUT UP NICK YOU DESERVE ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING

Also quick break to mention how I absolutely fucking love your writing style and i wish I was literally half as talented as you cuz the last time I read something that made me feel this multitude of emotions was ocean vuong. And I practically worship Ocean Vuong. So now I worship you too

"You're a stranger to me // When will I stop hoping?" I never really realised just how badly nick musta been hurt by good ol' bratworth before this fic, but now that I have read it, it would have hurt him so bad

"Is this why you never answered my letters? Because I was a reminder? Because it hurt too much?" Honestly what happened to miles and phoenix's friendship hurts so much because it should have never happened, and miles didn't deserve that.

"Maybe Miles Edgeworth is not the man he thought he’d be, either." yo when I tell you this hurt I mean this huRT

Fun fact! My birthday is on the same day as DL-6 anniversary. Gregory Edgeworth died on my birthday. I feel horrible now

"monster. You were nine years old and he's a monster. " No one has made me feel this much emotion for what happened to Miles in a single sentence other than you. I commend you for that

"I love you," he says quietly. He has never said those words to anyone, except for Dahlia Hawthorne.

Maya sniffs in his ear, crushing him tight. "I love you, too."

He has never heard them back.

PHOENIX HAS NEVER HEARD THE WORDS " I LOVE YOU" COME BACK TO HIM ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME WHY NOW I'M SAD

"Tell me everything. Every detail—" Miles is worried bout nick and why wouldn't he? gods you're so gay miles but tbf if I knew someone like nick irl i'd go ballistic too

"He determined the motive for his own assault...with amnesia. Naturally." My man's smart af and he is king

"Is that what she thinks of me? That I'm like that? That I don't care about who the bad guys really are?" Gumshoe noooo you're hella precious! Also this particular chapter was so well written! loved this soo much!

Also taking a minute to appreciate the pacing! Rarely do I ever come across an author who just hits that sweet spot of perfect pacing and you did! so thank you!

Alright so here are a few thoughts that I felt capcom needed to do which you did for us!

no. 1 - Address the trauma phoenix faced with not only dahlia but also with mia's death

no. 2 - Actually fucking flesh out a good relationship dynamic between larry and phoenix

no. 3 - actually! have! phoenix! be hurt! in bridge to turnabout! istg my man would not have dropped from a burning bridge to a freezing river only to have a cold

AUNT FRANZY AND PEARLS MAN!

THEY CUTE

ok so I have a LOT of feelings for bridge to turnabout and HOO BOY BUCKLE UP

So I always thought that in this fic, miles must have felt fucking awful! I mean he very clearly hates who he was and what that has led to but that must have been doubled over with this case! Phoenix would have died if not for mia and it would have been indirectly miles's fault. I think about that alot

Like he said that he very much regrets whatever he did as bratworth in the phone call with gumshoe but i don't think he anticipated this. poor edgeworth

Also I think this was the final nail in the coffin for miles. Phoenix forgave him, after all the fucked up shit miles did, and that made that man go "how is this guy so fucking compassionate awwwww shit I'm in fucking love with this idiotic brave man".

my main thoughts were "holy shit phoenix must have been feeling awful." like to learn that you were in love with a person who turned out to be a murderer but then not a murderer cuz everything you felt about that was real and just...... it must have hurt. He never fell in love with dahlia. it was iris, always. and WHAT ABOUT MILES DURING THIS!!! Like to learn that the man you love was falsely led to believe that he was in love with a person he rarely met and then learn that his ex who is not murderous might still be in love with him because "that was real. that part was real." like damn. people just gloss over this

also I feel terrible for iris F in the chat for iris lads.

Dahlia literally haunting that courtroom scene. I felt mia's power. I felt her desperation. I felt everything and I am once again in awe of the absolute power your writing holds.

also godsdamn pearls had to go through all that shit huh. also FRANMAYAAAAAA THANK YOUUUU

I too, am a hoe confused as to what I should feel towards diego.

Ok anyways we jump to disbarment now

"He just winks at her and says Maya has other talents, and if Mystic Maya overhears, she puffs up at him like the fish from the aquarium she saw once, the one with all the spikes and silly eyes."

you know what constantly amazes me? your ability to change tones so effortlessly. When writing from edgey's pov, the language is sophisticated. precise. when writing from pearly's pov your language is simplistic, child-like. from phoenix's pov it's natural. grounded

"She never knew anybody who made faces like him, growing up in Kurain, and it’s one of the things that makes him special." Yo phoenix is the most amazing uncle ever and we all know it ok he's brilliant

I'M RUNNING OUT OF CHARACTER LIMITS

PEARLY CALLING EDGEY AT FIRST SIGN OF TROUBLE I'M SOFFFFTTTT

“I think I did something really bad." trucy baby no it's not your fault

pearl and trucy bonding supremacy. my girls would fuck shit up

"She’d meant to do this properly, one day." Thank you for giving importance to maya's feelings. thank you for treating her like a real human being. thank you

“Everything that happened...for what? It’s only gotten people hurt. Pearly. Our mother.” Me. Me." I felt so bad for maya here. I wish I could tell you in precise words about how this exact framing of the sentence is what broke me. "me. me" maya deserved more, but mia did all she could

"What do scared kids need? ...Food." not you breaking my godsdamn heart again. phoenix just knows what's it like being a helpless child, and he'll be damned if he ever lets anyone face that again

“‘Course, Pearls,” he says reflexively, before frowning. “What for?” reflexively. if every man in the world could be like phoenix wright then the world would be worthy of the gods

"Another one?" give it 2 years edgey she'll be your daughter too

"after countless hours creating the man’s living space in his mind from the background snatches he’d seen in the man’s ridiculous video calls." NOT ONLY DO THEY VC FOR NO PARTICULAR REASON BUT ALSO MILES ACTUALLY SPENDS TIME TRYING TO RECREATE HIS ROOM?? BECAUSE HE WOULD ONE DAY LIKE TO BE IN IT??? good gods these bitches gay. good for them

"because just as day is light and night is dark, Phoenix Wright is an honorable man." damn straight. you love to see it (it being a 27+ year old man pining for another 27+ year old man)

also hey miles! how do you feel about the fact that the man you love changed his fucking major and degrees halfway through college just so he could see you again only for you to be incredibly rude to him and make him end up in jail! (i bully edgeworth cuz i love him)

"Wright finishes, shrugging like it’s nothing, like his commitment and belief isn’t the most extraordinary thing that Miles has ever faced." it's more than pining at this point. it's incredible faith and trust. Miles had someone who cared about him even after all those years despite him having changed so drastically, ofc he would be surprised. Miles loves phoenix and so do i.

also HOT DAMN YOU WRITING IS JUST * MWAH *

Also the whole segment where they kiss is just !!!!! miles wants! it's beautiful! THEY'RE IN LOVEEE

receiving poisonous bottles which your ex tried to kill you with. My man can't get a break huh

Miles being chivalrous and protective and absolutely stealing my godsdamn heart (and phoenix's too)!

Klavier being the absolute king that he is we stan

The hostage situation section? gods miles must have been terrified.

Phoenix not being able to promise pearly that he'd always come back home and miles hearing it and like... ouch. my heart. you didn't need to do that (but i love your for it)

GODS THE CLIMAX WITH KRISTOPH WAS SOOO SATISFYING AND LIKE MY MAN PHOENIX REALLY PUNCHED THAT BITCH HUH

klavier baby I am so sorry

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL!

and thus my comment ends. I believe I have almost used up all of my commenting limits and i leave with these few parting words : HOLY SHIT YOUR AMAZING AND I LOVE YOU!

also I made a playlist on spotify for this fic! here's the link : https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3k8lRHiO8ZXQDLpiTUL7SN?si=fc3b35b4ab064867

gods this was long huh

GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY....WHERE DO I BEGIN...THE FACT THAT YOU BROKE THE CHARACTER LIMIT ON AO3 AND MADE A PLAYLIST? WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?

thank you so much for all the amazing things you said....i am crying on a Wednesday morning knowing my writing was appreciated this much. thank you!

[sluttbuttsstuff]

La Squadra Backstory Headcanons Part 1 (GHIACCHIO AND MELONE

Since we’re probably never going to get any straight answers on their backstory, i’m writing my own for them.  Obviously, none of this is canon and guesswork

WARNINGS: none really, aside from dark themes 

GHIACCHIO:  

Came from a very large and very poor family, the youngest of many children.  

As a result, he was the last to get anything-last to get fed, last to get clothed, last to get attention.

He didn’t get the proper care he truly needed, so he had to fight and take what he really needed, or he would have to make do without.

He’s always had awful eyesight, but it wasn’t until stealing a classmate’s glasses that happened to be exactly what Ghiacchio needed, he fought the kid for them and gave him a black eye

“There, now you can’t even use them, they’re better off with me!”

Despite getting into a lot of fights, School was actually something of a sanctuary for Ghiaccio.  

He got the attention he needed, he was able to get free food through the lunch program, and excelled in several sports activities and physical Ed.

During middle school, under encouragement of a favorite teacher of his, he dedicated himself to his studies, and enrolled in as many extra curricular activities as he could stomach.

With his impressive physical fitness, natural intelligence, and a little anger management, his teacher convinced him he could get into a good college with a full scholarship that he wouldn’t otherwise be able to get into

Ghiacchio wasn’t always as loud, angry and violent as he was in La Squadra, but he did have issues with anger management, an inferiority complex, and a self-sabotaging need to always be right.  

But his teacher, now his mentor, never gave up on him.  He took Ghiaccio to therapy, gave him a shoulder to lean on, and served as the support he never got from his parents or siblings.

His family had no interest or desire to get involved with his life, or offer any support or encouragement.

School was tough- it was extremely stressful and he was pushing himself to his limits.  He had very little sleep, had to maintain a 4.0 grade average, but despite it all, Ghiacchio was very happy.

His mentor was like a father figure to him, without him, Ghiacchio wouldn’t have been able to get as far as he did.

And then the worst happened.

His mentor died naturally, of a heart attack, he was an older gentleman with a history of heart disease in his family.

It still broke Ghiaccio.

He skipped school for the first time in years to attend his funeral, and ended up getting in a fight with one of his teachers at school the next day.

Ghiacchio and his teacher argued over the correct pronunciation of a word, but really Ghiacchio was angry at his teachers and school-hell, the WORLD- that no one else had been at his mentor’s funeral.  He felt like no one cared about his mentor, and that included him.  

He broke the teacher’s nose, as well as several other bruises and nearly gave him a concussion.

Obviously, he was expelled from school after that, and sent to a juvenile prison.  He was able to finish high school in juvie, but no university or sports team wanted to sponsor him or offer him a scholarship. 

 It is his greatest regret, not being able to get the scholarship he and his mentor worked so hard for

But at the same time, he doesn’t regret attacking his other teacher and leaving school; he couldn’t stand by and let his mentor’s memory be forgotten, besmirched.

He would be picked up by Passione through the juvie system, he kept getting into petty fights with others and managed to impress some soldatos into offering him initiation.

I like to think that his strict grammar pet peeve stems from his mentor, who taught italian grammar and literature studies, and as a result was especially strict with teaching Ghiacchio proper italian.

The ice theme for his stand?  Yeah, it’s funny because he’s a hot head, but i think it’s his stand, as an extension of his mentor’s teachings trying to literally “Cool” him down.  He has to use a lot of focus to use White Album properly, just like how his studies and athletics would distract him from his own mental health issues.

At least, this is just what I think lol

MELONE:

Hoo-boy, this kiddo has to have had some serious  family issues

His father was the head doctor at the most prestigious fertility clinic in Italy

(He was also secretly into eugenics, and lots of other nasty stuff, but let’s get into that later)

He was so successful, he had even cured his own wife’s infertility

At least, that’s what he had everyone believe

Secretly, Melone’s father had had an extramarital affair with his secretary, who became pregnant and had Melone.

Under extreme threats and blackmail, Melone’s father managed to take Melone away from his biological mother, and convince his wife to raise Melone as her own.

Needless to say, Melone’s father was a very bad, manipulative man

Despite this, his wife had always wanted a child, and actually loved him and cared for him deeply, and Melone became her child as much as his biological mother

Melone’s father was very strict and had high expectations of Melone from a young age.

Melone had private tutors, a personal chef and nutrition plan, and even a physical fitness teacher who would regularly exercise him.

Melone had no other siblings, surprisingly, despite his father’s obsession with eugenics and breeding.  

His father must have been afraid of the possible scandal that would arise from an affair or divorce (italy is still a heavily catholic country after all) and his wife, Melone’s “adoptive” mother was still barren,

Since Melone was an only child, home schooled and surrounded by paid lackeys of his father, he was very lonely.  

His mother was his one and only real friend in his life.  She would sneak him dessert snacks, read him fairytale stories if he got tired of his textbooks, and even played games like jump rope and hide and seek with him.

The entire reason his “Adoptive” mother had married his father in the first place was because it had been her lifelong dream to have children, and she was determined to give Melone all the love his father couldn’t and wouldn’t.

And that was life for a long time- it wasn’t the best childhood but Melone couldn’t really complain.  His father kind of scared him, but at the same time he earned Melone’s respect.  

Melone was interested in Biology, and learning about genetics like his father.

And when the stress of living up to his father, and his own, expectations became too hard, he could always run to his mother.

Then, Melone’s biological mother found him

Melone’s biological mother had never really gotten over losing her only child, and despite the monthly salary and isolated home she had received for her silence, she couldn’t forget about Melone.  

It started innocuously enough, clipping out pictures she saw of him and his father from the clinic’s advertisement brochures, watching him from afar play at the beach with his mother on vacation.  

But it wasn’t enough- she couldn’t just GIVE UP her child.

She started to stalk him, taking photos of him playing in his backyard, going through the garbage to find old school projects and tests in the trash can.  She would try to sneak into the house, bribing guards and getting in fights with the tutors trying to get into Melone’s home.  

Melone didn’t know the whole story between his parents and this “Surrogate” (he had been sworn to secrecy by his mother, knowing it was important to tell adopted children early on or risk causing severe trauma later in life)  but he knew his parents were becoming more and more stressed out.

One day, it came to a head, and Melone’s biological mother successfully was able to meet Melone.  

Melone was a little afraid at first, but his other mommy was so nice to him, and gave him lots of hugs and love like his other mom and played with him at the park.  

They actually had a really fun time together, and it had a lasting impact on Melone for the rest of his life.

But all good things have to end, and for the first time in his young life, Melone was confronted with death.  

Eventually, Melone’s bodyguards (his father had employed some after finding out about Melone's biological mother stalking him) caught up to them, and Melone and his mother tried to escape.  

Melone’s other mother was with the bodyguards,and when Melone saw her, he was unsure of what to do.

He loved both of his mothers, he wanted to stay with both of them, why were they making him choose?

Under His father’s orders The bodyguards, who Melone later found out were associated with passione, shot his biological mother.  Terrified Melone would be shot as well, his adoptive mother dove in front of him to protect him from the bullets.

Both of his mothers were shot, his father had ordered them to kill the bio mother no matter what, even if Melone got shot.  Apparently, MElone’s father would rather risk his son’s life than let his bio mother escape with them and risk the scandal.  Knowing this, his adoptive mother was shot and killed protecting him.  

On that day, Melone lost both of his mothers, the most important people in his life, all because of his father.  

It took a long time for Melone to process what happened-his father didn’t help things either.  He was just as cold and clinical with Melone as ever, and with no one who truly cared about him in his life, Melone withdrew more and more into himself and his studies.

He was civil with his father, and maintained his studies and health, until he officially turned 18.  

After years of planning, he poisoned his father in his sleep and killed him.

The Police were never able to press charges or find any evidence on him, but Passione noticed, and saw potential in him.  

They gave him an ultimatum, pass initiation and join their ranks, or get turned into the police by passione and get his inheritance stolen by the gang.

Without much of a choice, Melone agrees, and finds he actually likes life in la squadra

It goes without saying, his mothers were a huge influence in both his life and his stand.

Both of his mother’s lives were so sad and lonely because they couldn’t have a child.  

He desperately wishes he could have used Baby Face on his mothers, either not realizing or not caring about the implications.

Despite his mother’s best efforts, Melone never really had proper social interaction as a child, and it seriously screwed him over in life, even interacting with la squadra. 

 He’s read up on how to behave in public, social psychology, but it's not the same as learning as a child

It’s easier to learn those things as a child, which is why he makes sure to spend at least a little time with each Baby Face on how to behave and treat others; at least they can succeed where he couldn’t.

It’s also why he can’t control himself around women- he thinks he’s genuinely helping them by giving them children or getting them pregnant.

He’s giving them what his own mothers couldn’t

And you can BET he takes his role as father VERY seriously- you saw how he taught and trained Baby Face in canon.  He’s intense, but he’s also a lot more loving than his own dad was.

I’ll admit, this backstory is a little bit “Soap Opera” but I think it still fits him

[supercorpkid]

Dog sitting Krypto.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 2365.

“No.” Conner hasn't even asked you yet, but you know it’s the right answer.

“Come on, lab rat!” Superboy flashes you his big smile. “He is sweet, and loyal, and very obedient.”

“He is also a dog.” You point out and Krypto let out a whine. “No, no whining.” Conner also whines. “Ok, you two. It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that my mom would never let me.”

“It’s just for a couple of days.” He kneels down next to Krypto and scratches his head. “He won’t even bark. And you know Supergirl would love a dog.”

“Conner, I’m going to get into serious trouble.”

“Two days, lab rat. That’s all I’m asking.” He stands up and puts a hand on your shoulder. “I know you expect me to cause you trouble. But this is Krypto, he is a good dog.”

Krypto also can sense you’re still skeptical about the whole thing, so he flies to you and licks you face, making you giggle. You scratch his head and sigh.

“Ok, fine. Krypto can stay.”

“Woo-hoo!” Conner and Krypto celebrate and he soon brings you in for a hug, lifting you off the ground. “You’ll not regret this. Thank you so much! I’m so happy. You’re amazing, you know that, right?”

“Yeah, I know.” You smile a little cocky and he kisses your cheek and Krypto’s head before flying away. You look down at the dog next to you and smile. “Ok boy, few rules.” You kneel down in front of him and the dog waves his tail. “Don’t go anywhere near Lena, and try not to break anything. Ok?”

Krypto seems to agree when he licks your hand, so you open the door and let him inside the house. He goes around sniffing everything and you follow him closely. When you get to the kitchen, he smells the cookies on top of the counter and flies to them.

“Hey, no! That’s not dog food.” You hold him down and he whines. “No.”

Krypto keeps whining and scratching your leg. You roll your eyes.

“Fine, you can have one.” You take one and he eats in seconds. You can see he is not satisfied, so you give him another one, and another one. You sit on the floor with the plate and you both finish the cookies together. “Just don’t tell anyone.” He licks you in response and you laugh.

“Hey, maybe we could fly to Jamie’s house so she can see you.” You stand up ready to do so, when you hear the door being opened.

“Babygirl, are you home?” Lena asks and you hide behind the counter holding Krypto close to you.

“Don’t say a word.” You tell him with your eyes popping out of your face.

“Baby?” Lena asks and you can hear her voice close to you.

“Hey!” You stand up from behind the counter. “You’re home early. Really, really early.” You look at the clock for confirmation and she is, indeed, very early.

“Oh, yes. I had a meeting with some investors and they were so annoying I gave myself the rest of the day off.” She smiles at you. “What were you doing behind the counter?”

“Me? Oh, ah. Shameless eating all the cookies.” You bend over to grab the plate and look at Krypto waving his tail ready to whine. “No, no!”

“No what?” She asks and you stand up fast.

“Nothing. Nothing.” You smile making her furrow her brows. “You know what, why don’t you go prepare a bath, while I pour down some wine for you so you can relax?”

“A bath would be nice.” Lena agrees with her head and makes her way to her bedroom, and you finally let out a breath you were holding since she walked in. You look down at Krypto who’s still confused and looking at you in excitement.

“You’re good boy.” You scratch his head reassuringly and put some wine for your mom. “Come on, come see my bedroom.” You make your way to your bedroom and open the door. Krypto walks in and jumps in the bed, laying down. You smile. “Ok, be good, I’ll be right back.”

You make your way to your moms’ bedroom and see Lena in her bathrobe checking the water.

“Here’s your wine. Just relax and forget about the whole meeting, ok?” You give it to her and she smiles.

“Thanks, babygirl, you’re amazing. Oh, um, can you grab the book on top of my bedside table?” You shake your head and with your super speed you’re back in a blink of an eye.

“Ok, I’ll leave you to it.” You close the bathroom door and run to your bedroom. When you open the door, you see Krypto flying around in full speed and there are lots of things on the floor. “No, no, no. What are you doing?”

Krypto barks his response.

“No barking. Oh, dear Rao, look what you’ve done.” You fly to him and hold him still in your arms. “It’s ok, I’m here now. You can calm down.”

And he does. You fly back to the ground with him still in your arms. He licks your face gently like he is trying to apologize and you smile.

“It’s ok, really. Just don’t bark while Lena is home. She can’t know you’re here.” You put him on your bed and kneel on the floor to collect your things all scattered around. “Can you do that for me?”

He doesn’t answer, so you think he understood. You collect all you can see and raises your head to the bed, where he no longer is.

“Oh no, come on.” You look at the door, you were stupid enough to not close it entirely so he opened up and ran away. You run out of your bedroom too. “Here, boy.”

You go to the kitchen first, maybe he is still hungry, but you don’t find him there. You look in the living room, and in the guest bedroom. No sign of him. You go to the backyard and he’s not there too. Dear Rao, he can’t. You use your superspeed and go to your moms’ bedroom. Krypto is there scratching the bathroom door to get to Lena.

“No!” You yell grabbing him and you hear Lena’s voice from the inside.

“Baby, why are you scratching the door?” You look at the dog, and then around. What are you going to say? Who scratches doors? “Do you need something?”

“Um… Yeah! I just-Food!” You yell.

“Food?” Lena asks again and you breathe deep.

“Yeah, can you order food?” You say and Krypto begins to whine on your lap. “No, shut up.”

“What?”

“Ok, good talk! Bye!” You turn on your heels to run out of the bedroom when you see Kara standing in the doorway. Your eyes pop out and her reaction is exactly the same.

“What are you doing?” She asks and you look at the dog on your arms fighting to free himself to get to Kara. “Your mom is going to kill you.”

“I know!” You finally let go of him and he flies towards her, greeting her with licks and jumps midair. She laughs at him and kisses him back. “Help me!”

“No.” Kara is still playing with the dog, but she looks at you very seriously. “I’m not getting dragged into this, you know how she feels about pets.”

“Momma, please! I’m just dog sitting him for a couple of days.” You beg, getting closer to her. “Please, I’ll do anything. I’ll take the blame for the next three things you break around the house.”

“Five.” Kara says with a mischievous smile and you shake your head disagreeing.

“Four.” You ask and with your super hearing you can hear Lena is leaving the bathtub. “Please. Please.”

“Fine. Take him to the backyard.” You two look at the handle of the door being opened. “Go! Go!”

You grab Krypto and use your superspeed to go to the backyard. Your senses are all on without your control, so you hear when Lena gets out of the bathroom.

“Hey!” Kara yells two octaves higher than her normal voice.

“Hey honey.” Lena answers and you see her shuffling through her clothes. “Can you please go check on our daughter? She is being super weird today, and doesn’t want to talk to me about it.”

“Weird? No. She’s just…” Kara starts and Lena looks back at her with an arched brow. “You know what, maybe she is a little weird. I’ll take her to the Fortress and talk it over.” She kisses your mom and Lena agrees with her head.

“Don’t take too long, I ordered Chinese, and I miss you.”

“Oh, we’ll be super fast.” Kara runs towards you and accidentally knocks down a vase on the way. “IT WAS THE KID!”

“Seriously? Now you’re going to break everything just so you can blame me?” You ask when she gets close to you and she laughs agreeing with her head. “Are we flying to the Fortress?”

“You are flying to the Fortress. I’m going to buy dog food, and a water bowl. And maybe a place where he can pee in?”

“Oh, he likes cookies too.” You smile at her and she rolls her eyes. “I’ll meet you there.”

You go to the Fortress and wait for Kara to show up. Hanging with Krypto there is fun, there’s a lot of space so he can run, and you play catch with him while you wait. Kara comes in a few minutes later looking like she bought everything in the pet store.

“Hey, hey. Look at this.” She opens one bag and takes a cape with the House of El symbol and wraps around his neck. “Krypto, the super dog!”

You laugh going through the bags. She bought a bed, food for weeks and things for him to play with. You grab a ball and toss to the other side of the room, Krypto flies to it and comes back with it completely destroyed.

“Well, we have to go.” Kara stands up putting food on a bowl, and water on another.

“Wait, we can’t leave him here.” You look at her and Kara puts her hands on her hips.

“Kid, we can’t bring him home. Lena will see him.”

“But-but. He will be lonely.” You pout and Krypto comes next to you and whines. “Would you like to be here all alone? In this ice palace?”

“Oh, come on, little one.” She looks at both of you. “You can pick him up in the morning.”

“Momma, please.” You hold her hand still pouting. “Please? For me?”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but… Fine.” She breathes heavily. “We’ll figure it out.”

Krypto flies with you guys looking overly excited with all the action. Kara is holding a bone and he is chasing her. It takes three times what it would usually take to get home, but it’s the most fun you had flying in your life.

It’s easier sneaking Krypton in the house with Kara’s help. You set up everything in your room, and you leave him there with a bone hoping this will be enough. You go eat with your moms, and Lena notices you and Kara are acting less weird, so she doesn’t ask anything. Krypto is sleeping when you go back to your room and the night goes on smoothly.

“Hey! Let me wake her up!” You hear Kara’s voice on the other side of your door in the morning, you wake up immediately looking through the door and seeing her blocking the door so Lena doesn’t walk in.

“I’m up!” You use your superspeed to get ready and open the door just enough to stick your head out. “I’ll be right down.”

Lena looks at your face, and back at Kara who has the most forced smile you have ever seen. She squints her eyes to both of you.

“You’re lucky I don’t have x-ray vision.” Lena mumbles and turns on her heels leaving you two behind. You look at Kara who lets out a sigh.

“We are lucky, aren’t we?” She smiles and you look down to see Krypto’s head sticking out, the same way as yours.

“We’re testing our luck. You take him to work while I’m school and then I’ll go pick him up.”

“Fine.” Kara picks him up and flies away with him. You breathe looking at your room and you pray to Rao, Lena doesn’t go inside to see what you’re hiding.

After school you go to CatCo to pick up Krypto. He is on the balcony and Kara is acting shady and sneaking up there to give him treats and toys. You look at the pile of toys destroyed by him on one side, and the amount of food she put out to him.

Kara tells you all about the fights they went together, and she is so excited about having a dog it’s almost like she forgot he is not yours, and that Superboy will pick him up next day.

And he does, indeed, comes back for Krypto the next day. And even though you had the most amazing time with him by your side, it was also super stressful hiding him from Lena. So, when Conner shows up and takes him away you breathe in relief. You can’t believe it worked. You and Kara hid a dog in your house for two days without Lena being aware, and now, you can breathe again.

“Hey.” Lena knocks on the glass door to the backyard to get your attention. You look back at her. “Everything’s ok?”

“Yeah, great.” You go back to her and hug her, happy for not having to keep a secret from her anymore.

“So, Conner picked up his dog already?” She raises one eyebrow and your mouth drops.

“No...” You pout and she shakes her head agreeing.

“Yeah... I’m a Luthor, babygirl.” She hugs you one more time and whispers in your ear. “You are so grounded.”

You should’ve trusted your instincts; you knew you were going to get in serious trouble. Damn you Krypto for being so cute.

[youngbeanpole]

A message from BP’s mail-lady

hoo boy here we go. this is gonna be a long post.

hi! im lemon, and i started this blog on april 2nd 2012. and today, april 22nd 2021, im posting beanpole’s last message here. its been one hell of a ride.

how it all started i was 15, spending time on tumblr, when i suddenly started seeing people posting about this movie that was about to be released soon, called the lorax. now, im not american, so i had never really heard of dr seuss, but people were so enthusiastic! so i watched a shitty cam-rip of the movie and joined the fandom. 

and then the askblogs started, the first one i came across being swag, of course. i had run askblogs for other fandoms before, so i wanted to join in on the fun. but regular once-ler was already taken... and green suit once-lers, and audrey and ted too... so i had to come up with something original. 

the movie started with the once-ler leaving home and his family showing just how awful they were, and i started thinking, ‘man, his childhood mustve sucked..’ ‘haha what if i made a blog about once-ler when he was my age?’ 

an impulse decision that somehow gained me 100 followers in a week. somehow relatable tumblr teen once-ler was relatable to 2012 tumblr. who couldve known? 

i get kinda emotional looking back at it, honestly. people were so fun and creative. id stay up late to keep talking to people (bc timezones are hell). and i had a lot of fun just pretending to be a flawed boy, one who seemed nice but could be rather snarky, who would lie and break promises at the drop of a hat, but only because he didnt know any better, not out of malice. and i couldnt have done it without you all. i never wouldve known that he hates tomatoes, or likes celine dion, or wears the same thneed every dang day just because that happened to be his icon. 

was it silly to get obsessed with a childrens movie? maybe. but i had a great time.  (im also happy to see there are still people in the fandom that are carrying on the legacy... you guys rock)

truffula flu i think most people that remember bp remember him from truffula flu’s camp entre, over at youngbeansprout... a blog ive sadly lost the password to. im a big baby so i never thought id enjoy writing about something as scary as zombies, but i saw my friends doing it so i went in blind, without any idea on a backstory for the au or whatever.  ....which is probably why he wasnt always all that prominent in the story, haha. well, that, and timezones. 

it was probably an even wilder time than running this blog was, because there was actual plot. and people would liveblog it. and make fanart. and cosplay??? someone out there? cosplayed my oc to a convention? its one of those things that make you go. huh. i made something cool. probably never gonna reach that high ever again, but it sure is a fond memory. i still have a folder on my computer with all the fanart and it still brings a smile to my face.

also... i never did get to finish zombie au’s story, but i did plan how it would end. so if youve managed to read this far, congratulations! youve hit the hidden deep lore.

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so the thing with truffula flu was that entre made the trees fucked up, right? and those spores would turn ppl into zombies. and of course you could become a zombie from being bitten, but it also traveled through the air...

everyone in camp entre (who wasnt immune or already infected) wore a gasmask, a bandana, something to cover their mouth. bp, who wandered into the apocalypse by accident, did not. he didnt even know. 

so little by little, the spores gathered in his lungs, until he realized. oh no. im getting sick. oh no. oh no oh no oh no. he messed around audrey’s equipment to confirm he was infected, and he got scared. he was a scared kid and he was going to die.

except. ted had handed him a cure for safe-keeping. a cure bp had sworn to protect with his life. but it could save him, right? in a moment of cowardice, he uses it on himself... only to find out there never was a cure.  (now heres the part where my memory gets fuzzy but) the ‘’’cure’’’ was given to ted, who was already slightly rotting, meant as a mercy kill. the people who gave him the cure assumed he would use it on himself.

except ted was a good kid, who wanted to use the cure to help others. and beanpole? his lies and broken promises came back to bite him in the ass, and he died sudden and alone. the end. :)

ANYWAY

the end of an era ive wanted to wrap this blog up for several years now but i never knew how. younger me wanted to give him a happy ending, which back then i thought was getting him a girlfriend. 

but as i got older, i realized... not everything can be fixed with a relationship. he’d have to learn to overcome his flaws by himself, learn his lesson about honesty and sincerity and the dangers of greed. and then, maybe he’ll have a happy ending.

so as he rides into the sunset on this day, imagine. maybe he’ll end up cutting down a forest and regretting it the rest of his life. maybe he’ll become a rock-star. an inventor. a teacher. a gentleman. a cannibal? okay, maybe not that one or maybe he’ll continue traveling forever, singing songs about boredom.

who knows? there’s infinite possibilites out there.

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and with that, im logging off too. if you ever need me, ill be over on twitter as his deoncelerized self, bean. 

<3

[shinelikethunder]

Rewatching Hannibal 1x07 Sorbet, and noticing how much of it is about what happens when you don’t become the mask you wear for the rest of the world. What happens to the part of you that’s stubbornly distinct from your façade, when it’s been trapped behind it for so long that even you aren’t sure what it might look like when viewed (...seen). The fear that it’s malformed and pitiable, followed by the slim, terrifying hope that the person who glimpses it might care more about it than about your meticulously-ornamented shell. (Which, among other things, hoo boy if that ain’t a Big Queer Mood... fitting, really, that this is the episode with a gratifying little revenge fantasy about medical homophobia, serophobia, and hostile assumptions about what “ugly little secret” you must be hiding.)

And in that context, one of the Thomas Harris quotes remixed into this episode makes a lot more sense to me than it did on previous viewings: “I see [the Ripper] as one of those pitiful things sometimes born in hospitals [...] They let it die. But he doesn’t die. He looks normal. Nobody can tell what he is.” It’s a demonstration of the thing Hannibal finds most terrifying and alluring about Will: he keeps seeing through all the personae and person suits. At this point it’s through a glass darkly, but still with shocking clarity, considering he doesn’t even know what--who--he’s seeing. Hannibal spends the episode coming up with new misdirections on the spot to test him: the “Chesapeake Ripper or organ harvesters?” red herring, the little game of “two lies and a truth” with the Ripper photos in Quantico. And every time, Will demolishes the misdirections and acknowledges the tiny scraps of truth, almost effortlessly, without even realizing what he’s doing. The episode ends with Will skipping out on the Extremely Person Suit dinner party to go examine its ugly underbelly: the Ripper cases that put the food on the table. Of course Hannibal is secretly delighted at the snub.

It’s the prospect of being seen that forces Hannibal to reckon with what the thing under his many masks might look like. The thing that so stubbornly refuses to die, even when starved of connection or recognition. And the unpleasant truth is that that thing looks a lot more like Franklyn than he’d ever want to admit.

Franklyn is so cringe-inducing to watch as a character--and no doubt even more unpleasant to interact with--that, as with Freddie Lounds, the audience kinda has to wonder why Hannibal hasn’t killed him already. I suspect the answer is that he has a weird soft spot for Franklyn as a form of painful self-recognition. Trying to help Mr. Secondhand Embarrassment Personified is like watching a well-hidden, well-guarded part of himself walk around naked, no manners or charm or cultivation, none of the protections that make his person suit so well-tailored. The part that craves connection but has no idea how to go about it, the part that’s fascinated with (curious about) other people but avoids looking at the stunted void it fears is where its sense of self should be. Or, to get all purple about it: Franklyn is a man who flinches at the threshold of his innermost self, but shorn of all the exquisite mental architecture Hannibal's built himself to live in, reduced to begging anyone nearby for shelter.

Even in the next episode, Hannibal goes out of his way to encourage Tobias not to murder Franklyn, which is about as much mercy as he ever shows to people he has personal affection for but wouldn’t hesitate to kill for pragmatic reasons. Of course, because he’s Hannibal, he ends up murdering the poor bastard himself with no hesitation or remorse--but it’s not because of some line of unbearableness that Franklyn finally crossed. It’s because his desire to spite Tobias was stronger than any hope of sparing Franklyn, who by that point had probably seen too much anyway. In his next session with Bedelia he tells her one of his little sideways truths--yes, it’s funny on its face to see him go “I feel responsible for what happened to him” about the man whose neck he snapped with his own hands, but I do think he feels regret if not remorse, for not managing to engineer a situation that kept his cringey shadow self out of the line of fire.

(Side note: I suspect the reason Freddie Lounds didn’t get eaten in the very second episode is that she was the only other person to see through Will’s protective suit of “socially inept smol bean who is very distressed by the insights he gets from his Unspecified Problems Disorder.” Sure, she’s an absolute bitch about it, but she’s an absolute bitch who can pull off outfits even more outrageous than Hannibal’s--she appeals to his sense of fun. As soon as he realized she’d clocked Will as absolutely fucking seething with all kinds of dark potential 24/7, he decided her rudeness and vulgarity were far outweighed by the entertainment value of having her around to cause problems on purpose.)

(Side note #2: All of this neglects the main casefic plot, which does connect to the same themes, but somewhat less directly. The other person going around without a mask in 1x07 is Devon Silvestri, who’s also kind of an inept schlub when viewed for what he really is. He didn’t arrange that crime scene to look like a Ripper murder, he just panicked and GTFO’d--all the conflation comes from Jack Crawford’s desire to find the Ripper and from Hannibal seizing on it as an opportunity for misdirection. It does lead to some fun playing with “are the mutilations for Art (artifice, performance) or for more prosaic uses of the organs?” when the answer, of course, is that the difference between the Ripper murders and the botched organ theft is “why not both?” Silvestri’s one real deception is to pass himself off as an emergency first responder (his day job) while he’s working his less altruistic sideline, and we also get some fun triangulation when Hannibal has to take on that role for real. Will sees him, gets his first good look at Hannibal’s mastery of this skillset that he once cultivated as part of his person suit, but also sees him looking absolutely in his element as he uses his power over life and death to preserve life. He sees it even more clearly against the backdrop of Silvestri’s dubious competence and furtive discomfort with what he’s doing. In his conscious mind he accepts the best possible interpretation of that glimpse, even as he feels a bunch of less-conscious connections snap into place at the sight--ones he isn’t ready to face yet, but boy is he having Big Feelings about it. Some of which may or may not be diverting blood from his brain, and/or setting him up for uncomfortable wet dreams about Hannibal’s hands in his viscera, but thaaat’s probably a topic for another post.)

Anyway. Sorbet as an episode is about the exact opposite of “fake it ‘til you make it”--it’s about the self that doesn’t become what it performs, the wonder of having someone glimpse it no matter how well-hidden it is, and, crucially, the terror of finally examining what someone else may have glimpsed and finding it stunted, ugly, even pitiable in its isolation. Neither the “thing that doesn’t die” quote nor any of the stuff with Franklyn makes sense, IMO, without the realization that Franklyn is an uncomfortable mirror of what’s under Hannibal’s human veil--and that Hannibal is equal parts intrigued and freaked the fuck out that Will keeps catching glimpses of him through the veil.

[littleghostbug]

GIVE ME THE NAME OF ONE OF MY OCS IN MY ASKBOX AND I'LL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING QUESTIONS TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITY This one but for Orio cause I'm gonna smooch him so hard once I get ideas for one of those designs my king

01. Full name: Orio Parviz Eliades

02. Best friend: He has TWO; Ethan and Gil. Literally his closest friends for hundreds of years. He also has a little mouse pet named Chestnut who is his babie.

03. Sexuality: Bisexual with a preference towards men

04. Favorite color: He likes dark blues and blacks, he prefers darker tones of colors but blue is number one.

05. Relationship status: In an open poly relationship. He loves both Ethan AND Gil, but they’re all immortal so it’s kinda like a Hades relationship.

06. Ideal mate: Someone he knows he can put trust into without worry, that he can sit with in comfy silence and maybe even cook with. Someone that can make him laugh once in a while, he just wants a partner that he can be totally chill with. He doesn’t need any fancy stuff.

07. Turn-ons: Lingerie, being tied up, hard biting/scratching, h-he’s.... a little bit into blood stuff too during sex, he’s a big switch so he’s down with being super dominant or a complete submissive

08. Favorite food: OREOS. Oreos, oreos, oreos and you can’t change my mind. But his favorite actual food is a big homemade bacon cheeseburger and wedge fries.

09. Crushes: H-He doesn’t get crushes often for.... a personal reason but he does have a star crush on a celebrity in my verse. Its a singer I based off of Panic!At the Disco

10. Favorite music: He’s definitely leaning more towards soft rock but he’s also danced to some pop songs.... by himself or with the Boys. He loves playing guitar and singing himself so he’s very big into music, it’s a comfort for him

11. Biggest fear: He’s absolutely TERRIFIED of ever going back to his clan or even running into some people from there, it’s a very slim chance it could happen but it’s the only thing he’s truly scared of besides losing Gil and Ethan. He’s one of the few that managed to leave that clan alive and he’s not gonna be taking any kind of risk going back there. He would even be scared of facing his moms.

12. Biggest fantasy: Honestly, as much as he loves hunting down shitty people, he’s kinda wanted to save up money and find a nice little home somewhere and just.... chill. He’d love to just have a simple life with whoever he’s with.

13. Bad habits: He chews on stuff A LOT. He chews on his hoodie strings, on pencils, his nails sometimes which drives Ethan NUTS. He does it absent mindedly when he’s bored. Ethan actually gave him one of those chewable necklaces for his birthday when he noticed.

14. Biggest regret: Leaving behind his moms when he escaped the clan. They knew he wanted to leave that place so bad and they wanted their son to be happy, he just wishes he was able to leave in a better way than what had happened. (see 17)

15. Best kept secrets: H-He is... kind of into bdsm stuff and knifeplay. He’s respectful about it, he won’t push anyone into doing it if they don’t want to. But that’s just a very personal thing of his. If he wants to be a slut it will be on HIS TERMS. He also has... some fun piercings..... he’s got nipple and dick piercings.

17. Worst romantic experience: HOO BOY so; when he got picked by one of the Lamia women to be her servant he met another Lamia boy there and they started getting really close in the couple years. He was Orio’s only bit of happiness in those years because he couldn’t see his moms anymore. And when Orio finally had enough of everything he wanted the boy to run away with him in secret and the boy was hesitant at first but agreed...... but when the time came and Orio was waiting for him outside, his “owner” and guards ambushed him, and he found out the boy basically ratted him out because HE enjoyed the cushy life of being a servant and wanted to get on the woman’s good side. That devastated and broke him more than anything, and kind of shaped him into the boy he is now; you have to put a good amount of work into getting Orio to really trust you. and if you fuck that up you are NOT getting a second chance with him.

18. Biggest insecurity: He’s a great singer, but a TERRIBLE dancer. This boy can somehow fight off a bunch of goons without even breaking a sweat, doing sick parkour and fight moves, but he can’t do a One Two Step. He just kinda.... shimmies his shoulders and hips if he wants to dance.

19. Weapon of choice: His fists, and whatever blunt object his fists can grab. Also (as a boy lamia) he has a paralyzing venom in his fangs that helps a lot when he needs to catch someone.

20. Role Model: He will NEVER admit this to ANYONE but he actually.... really looks up to Ethan. All three of them have been through some fucked up things but he still manages to be just, so bright and happy and is able to just shake stuff off with no problem.... he started wishing he could be like that and all of Ethan’s positivity started to rub off on him over the years.

[bethpeaches123]

nosy anons let's go;

7, 30, 33 and 43

7: Have tattoos?

No tattoos, but if I did, I would want a heart with a plane in it, like this one.

30: What I hate the most about work/school

I love my job and find it very fulfilling, but I hate that people drop things in my plate at the last minute when if they’d had their shit together, they could’ve given me lots more notice. As a comms advisor to a massive portfolio, I juggle a lot of different pieces of work for different units. So the multitasking is something I can do, I just don’t love having to do it all the time.

33: What words make me feel the best about myself

Hmmm, good question. I’m not quite sure how to answer this, to be honest. So maybe I’ll change it a bit - a favourite quote of mine is “more fun, less fear” because I have a habit of hesitating on things and I feel like I’ve spent too much of my life on the sidelines, not doing things or trying things because I was afraid. Like Kate Winslet’s character in The Holiday says: “you’re supposed to be the leading lady of your life, for God’s sake!” So since I turned 30, i’ve really tried to take that to heart and put my wants and needs before anyone else, which may sound selfish to some, but no one is going to do it for me, and I don’t want to look back on my life with regret anymore.

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately

Henry Cavill. Hands down. Henry Cavill as Superman. Henry Cavill as that guy in the Mission Impossible movie with the ‘stache. Henry Cavill working out with his dog. Henry Cavill. I love Peeta Mellark an awful lot, but Henry Cavill as a real life person, hoo boy. He does it for me. Over and over. Did I mention Henry Cavill enough?

[we-always-hit-our-ass]

Flyboy (Floyd Talbert x Female! Reader)

this is my first fanfic, like EVER.  and i really wanted to write for Band of Brothers for a really long time now. sooo here’s my best shot at it. an i know this trope has been done a lot buuuut i can’t help myself. i hope i did well on my first ever fanfic

Description- It’s been a while since you had the time to enjoy yourself, and you finally get to spend it with the boys at the Currahee Party. As the night goes on, the boys decide you had a little too much fun after making a bet with Joe Toye. On the journey back to the barracks, you drunkenly slip out a few words to a certain guy you have your eyes on. 

Words- about 3.7k (oh wow)

Warnings- intense drinking, and vulgar language(i mean… it’s the Easy boys) rest is just fluff an two idiots fallin for each other ig <3

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Adrenaline rushes through your veins, and you couldn’t help yourself from smiling the whole way down to the building where the party was gonna be held. You spent your time making sure you looked good. 

Hopefully good enough to catch that boy’s attention… Ever since you met him at Camp Toccoa, all of your thoughts were occupied by who other than Floyd Talbert. 

The way he looked in his PT uniform, his God-awful jokes, and that goofy smile of his. Any woman would have to be mad to turn Floyd Talbert down.

You two would joke like no tomorrow, and some of the Easy Company men would say that you two would make a good couple (to both of you guys’ embarrassment, but you two lowkey kind of like it).

 You don’t really hang out with him as much as yo, Liebgott, Bill, and Frank do, sadly. But you both made sure to make the moments you two spend together last.

He was like an angel, and he never fails to make your day just a tad bit brighter. No matter how many times Sobel punishes you, if you get to his cute face or hear his sweet voice, guess what? Everything else but him doesn’t seem to matter anymore.

It was understatement that thinking of him led you to getting into trouble by Sobel.  How many times did he make you run up that fucking hill just because you were distracted by some annoying, pissy, and undeniably cute bastard? 

You gave up on keeping track after the fifth time.

No matter how many times you try to push him out of your head, he somehow keeps crawling back.  You just wished that he would see you more than his best friend. And that was the one thing you hated about yourself… 

But this night wasn’t about him. Oh no, this is the night where you finally get off Camp Toccoa and escape Sobel’s never ending complaints.  You finally got the jump wings you and you’re boys deserved. 

After this, you’re gonna fight at Normandy and you're gonna show America the greatest soldier in existence. But it couldn’t hurt to catch his eye at this party tonight. Sooooo... 

You dressed to impress.

You made damn sure that everything about was absolutely perfect. Some light makeup to highlight your key features and to make your lips and (E/C) eyes pop. You decided to leave your (H/L) hair down and to slightly curl your (H/C) locks. 

The day you wouldn’t be soldiers’ eyes with the way you looked tonight was the day hell would freeze over. The way you looked tonight and you couldn’t help but be flattered when the boys whistled and complimented you on your look.

“Golly (Y/N), who are you tryna impress tonight? And oh Lord, please tell me it’s not Sobel.” Perconte jokes at you, wrapping an arm around your soldiers.

“Relax, relax, you sure as hell know it isn’t Sobel. I’m doing this for myself.” You throw your subtle lie at Perconte while nudging his arm off.

“You see boys, this is where I call bull. No matter how many times we go to bars, not one time, not ever have you ever put in this much effort.” 

“Shut up Perco, I never put effort because I know I already look good. Unlike a certain someone I know.” 

Your (E/C) eyes drift over to Perconte’s and you decide to lightly ruffle his hair before you jokingly punch his arm. Even though you were smiling, you were, in all honesty, a nervous wreck inside. The cogs and gears in your brain kept turning and, damn, was it giving you a headache. 

You were trying really hard to catch his eye tonight, and you weren’t going to let this opportunity slip by your fingers so easily. Fingers nervously patted down your uniform for any creases. Your arms reached to adjust the hell out of your hat. 

You twirled your strands of (H/C) hair on your fingers out of nervousness. Lastly, you decide to fix the tan skirt that hugged your legs ever so nicely. The pads of your fingers were turning ghostly white from how hard you were gripping the ends of your blazer. 

Huffing out in exasperation, you decide to run your hands to smooth down your uniform for what seemed like ages.Joe, like the older brother that he is to you, walks over like he somehow notices your nervousness.

Steady arms wrap against your shoulders as he pulls you to his side. His eyes glance over at your anxious face before starting to speak. 

“Hey c’mon, doll, what’cha nervous for? You look beautiful enough, I mean it. Now stop fussing over your clothes or else you won’t have hands before we even get to Normandy.” 

Joe’s words reassure you and you look up and stare ahead at the dirt road in front of you.

“God! When I’m done, my liver’s gonna shut down,” Guarnere states loudly, cigarette between his lips and arms reaching over to pull you and Perco close to him. 

“And both of you assholes better make sure the replacement that comes afterwards comes just as close as being as hot as me!”

A breathy laugh escapes your lips at Guarnere’s words, the beam in your eyes never leaving since Easy Company got the news that there would be a party just for them. With good food, no Sobel getting annoyed for no valid reason, and beer.

Lots, and lots, and lots of beer.

 And that was what caught all of Easy Company’s attention.

“Not on my watch Billy-boy. Wouldn’t want a freshman who could only aim his piss instead of his shot to replace Ol’ Gonorrhea! Don’t you think so (Y/N)?” 

Perconte’s eyes turn to you, lips pulling upward into a smirk.

“Well in that case, I wouldn’t mind if some newbie replaces Old Faithful over there.” 

You joke, making sure to raise your eyebrows and to look at Bill to look at his reaction.

“C’mon (Y/N), I bet you only want that because you don’t want competition!”

 He shows off his famous eat-shitting grin while he nudges your arm slightly.

 “I swear on my life that I could be dancing, spinning, and reciting three passages from the Bible, and I could still shoot a Kraut from 1000 feet better than you.”

“You talk a lot of shit for a sober man, Guarno.” 

Finally making it to the building. Bill opens the door and you, Perconte, and Liebgott walk inside.Your eyes were met by all of the Easy Company getting absolutely wasted. 

You even quickly lost count of how many men were downing glass after glass and how many men were already halfway to heaven. Shouts and cheers filled the air and your once anxious mood dissipated at an instant. 

You turn your head to look at your buddies before Bill cracked a smile.

“Try not to die before me, alright you pricks?”

Rolling his eyes, Joe flicks Bill’s forehead and you chuckled for a few good seconds. 

“No promises Bill.” 

Bill smacks your’s and Joe’s heads before walking over to sit at an empty seat with Bull. 

Frank leaves the doorway to saunter over to Johnny. Joe flashes a quick grin and gives you a pat on the back before quickly joining Bill and sitting at another empty seat at the table. 

A smile tugged at your lips as you spotted two of your best friends at the bar.  Walking briskly to the surprisingly not the occupied bar, you throw a smile at Toye and a wink at George, who gladly returns it.

“Now tell me (Y/N), how much money are ya willin’ to bet that I could drink more rounds of beers than you?” 

You scoff loudly as you smack Toye’s shoulder.

“Are you kidding? I could drink three times as much as you can Toye. So unless you’re planning to lose good money, then I suggest you drop this.”

“5 bucks, (L/N), take it or leave it.”

“I’m not stupid enough to pass up a bet that I know I’m winning. Count me in Toye, but you’re gonna regret this.”

The glare he gave you made you burst out laughing and after recovering you gave your attention to George. You lean over the counter to put your hand on George’s shoulder while beaming him a cheeky smile.

“Alright Georgie, you heard us. You’ll be the judge, okay? Now hurry up and pour us our drinks, I'm looking forward to a real nice hangover in the morning.” 

“Aye aye, private.”

Plopping back down to your seat, your eyes wandered across the room and, boom, there he was in all of his glory. Floyd Talbert, stealer and breaker of hearts. 

Your stare lingers for what seems like days and you can feel the blood rushing to your cheeks. My God, you could never get enough of him, no matter what you may push yourself to think. 

He was already a bit tipsy, you observed. Slowed down movements, slurred speech, and rosy cheeks. All of a sudden those beautiful chestnut eyes of his met your (e/c) ones. 

You could’ve sworn that his face was getting redder after you two made eye contact.

 You were sure that yours was. 

The world kind of started to slow down, and it felt that you and Floyd were the only people in that room. His goofy smile made you return one of your own while the world continued to dance around you.

 You were hypnotized by Floyd, there was no other explanation.

 Little did you know that he was feeling the same.

Not wanting your little encounter to be awkward, you decided to give him a demure smile while raising your hand to wave at him. You giggled like a schoolgirl when you saw him waving back at you, glass of beer still in his hand. 

Almost forgetting about your bet with Toye, you suddenly yelped when Joe came to tap on your shoulder.

“Yoo-hoo, earth to (L/N)? Don’t tell me that you’re drunk already, though i’m not complaining. I’ll be all too happy to get 5 bucks from you.”

Joe smirked as he watched you recollect yourself from your flustered state, failing to come up with sentences and only managing to stammer words that didn’t make sense.  Joe laughs before rubbing your shoulders to help you calm down a little. The clinking of glasses on the wooden surface causes you to look up at George.

“Two beers for the lovely couple, now just call me up if ya need more. Or throw your glass at me, either one works.”

After throwing a light glare at George you face Joe, who smirks at you, thinking that you’ll be done after two glasses. 

Well he’s wrong, cause you know you can handle more than two glasses. 

“Good luck.”

“I don’t need it Joey. No need for luck when I know I’m going to win.”

George then counted down from…

“One…”

“Two…” 

“Three…”

“Go!”

And as soon as George shouted those words from his lips, you and Toye rushed to get your drinks and down them as fast as you can. George couldn’t even see your arms move for your glasses. 

You quickly brought the cool glass to your mouth and downed the liquid like your life depended on it.  It burned as it went down your throat, but you could care less. You just needed fun and those five bucks tonight.

When you finished you slammed the glass hard on the table, so hard that you feared you could’ve left a dent on the wooden counter. You slammed back your empty glass about the same time Joe did. 

You both desperately called out for George and George hurried over to take your cups and refill them.

“Didn’t think you’d make it this far, Joey.” You directed at him a teasing grin and were met by a playful roll of his eyes.

George came as fast as he could and slammed the two glasses in a similar manner as he did before. Like before, you and Joe rushed for your glasses and heaved them up faster than light. 

Soon a crowd started to form around the two of you. The bar suddenly became louder than before and your adrenaline burst through the roof. However, now that Floyd was in the crowd, you couldn’t help but burn up again. (E/C) eyes flickered over the crowd, searching for him. 

When your eyes finally landed on him, you couldn’t be more surprised when he was already staring at you.  The slamming of the glasses caught your attention and you proceeded to gulp the amber liquid.

Round after round of beers, you started to feel lightheaded. The lights seemed to blind you and the pounding your head was only made worse by the cheers and shouts of the crowd around you.  You would be lying if you said you weren’t drunk. Images were blurry and sounds weren’t as clear as they were supposed to be.You could barely make out any sentences or words that anyone was saying. 

Mumbled words and incoherent sentences passed by your lips, and you could barely look straight ahead without seeing double. You swear you were on your 30th glass of beer…  You looked over at Joe and he didn’t seem to be better than you were.

“Alright kiddos, last round. You two don’t look so good.” George muttered, or at least that’s what you think he did.

The redundant sound of the glass slamming on to the wood barely registered in your mind before your whole head became too heavy for your neck to support. The last thing you felt was your forehead making hard contact with the wooden surface of the bar counter. 

The last thing you heard was the crowd yelling and your friends shouting for someone to help you.

The last thing you saw were those beautiful chestnut eyes and softly tousled dark brown hair.

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You groaned as you felt your body being shaken and as your eyes slowly opened, you could start to make out gentle words being said in your direction.  Slowly but surely, you start to gain back your consciousness. 

The quiet was the first thing that hit you. The loud yelling and shouting and the clinking of glasses of beer seem to have disappeared. Suddenly you come to your senses that you’re not in the bar anymore. 

You swiftly turned your head around to see exactly where you were, but that only seemed to give you a headache. Groaning out, you raised your to feel something for support. 

“Don’t worry, (Y/N), I got you now.”

A sudden burst of energy went through you when you heard the voice. 

You, slowly now, turned your head to see who was talking to you. Your vision was still blurry, and the pounding in your head still hasn’t stopped.

“Joey- That you- no, no, no… Are you Percy? Perseus…? Oh! Perco… No. It doesn’t sound like you. Ahhh. You’re Guadamalarkey, I don’t know. That doesn’t seem right…” 

You called out a few names, but none of the names seemed to fit with the voice you just heard. You continued to slur and ramble incoherently, but you were stopped when the voice started again.

“You’re that drunk? Thought you could recognize me by now.”

Huh? Who’s he-

Oh.

OH.

“Flyboy? Is that you...?”

 “Jesus (Y/N), Flyboy? C’mon, we should get you to bed.”

“Yeeah.. Flyboy… Flyboy Tablets. Right?”

 You muttered quietly, still unknowingly clinging on to his crisp blazer. Floyd laughed, and there it is again. The blushing and the stammering.  Floyd didn’t really seem to notice though, as he was enraptured by your parted lips, glazed eyes, and the soft yet husky ramblings of your drunk self.

“Close enough, (Y/N). We really need to go get you to bed, okay?”

Soft, gentle circles were rubbed on your back, and it worked slightly enough to calm you down and to stop the dizziness and lightheadedness. Floyd picked you up gingerly from the dirt road you were sitting on for the past few couple of minutes.

He helped you get up, and you clumsily wiped off any dirt that was clinging on to your uniform.  Floyd had carefully put your arm over his shoulder and gingerly wrapped his other arm around your waist.

 A slight pink tinge appeared on his cheeks as he looked over at you. 

What he would do to kiss those lips of yours. He mentally scolded himself for thinking about you in that way while you were under the very, very heavy influence of alcohol at the moment. 

Floyd was taking his time when helping you walk. He kicked tiny rocks and pebbles out of the way to make sure you wouldn’t trip, and every time you would stumble he would put his arm in front of you, while his hand was tightly gripping on your blazer. 

After a few minutes of walking, you turned to him with your glazed (E/C) eyes and ever so slightly leaned in closer to him. You two stopped near the barracks, just outside of it really.

The sky was dark and stars were shining, it once again felt like they were the only people in the entire world.

“You know, Flyboy… I- I liked you ever since I saw you… Like.. l-like like, I suppose?”

Did he- Did he hear right?  Floyd knew he wasn’t as drunk as you, but he had to have been drunk enough to have had heard whatever you were saying.  There is no possible way that he had just heard you say those words correctly. 

His eyes widened and no amount of drinking could have made his cheeks burn red brighter than right now.  Floyd’s breathing slowly picked as he looked over at your disheveled, yet oddly cute and beautiful appearance. 

You were so, so, so close… 

Just one more inch and his lips would be touching yours.. But he controlled himself, and urged himself to listen to your slurred speech. 

“An- and- every time, every single goddamn time, I h-hung out with you... The feelings just got wor-worse… I really didn’t want to like yoooou.”

Oh yeah, he was definitely drunk.

“But I couldn’t stop… You know? I really like yo-you, Flyboy… I think I love you too.. Really love you… You just make me so happy and you could make me sm-sm…. Smile.”

You continued while smiling like an idiot, and Floyd was burning up by the second.

“No matter how many times that prick Sable curses at me, just o-one good look at you. My troubles are awaaaay..”

“You’re really drunk, (Y/N), you’re probab-”

“But I do! I really do, Flyboy…” 

You suddenly whined out, interrupting him. You knew what he was going to say, and you had to prove to him that you really did love him from the start. 

You were burning up so fast already. Whether from the alcohol or from your close proximity to Floyd, you really didn’t know. Floyd really didn’t know how to respond, but he thought that since you were drunk, whatever he’s going to say to you… You’ll forget it in the morning.

“(Y/N), I-I know you’re just drunk. And that you’ll forget this shitfest in the morning. But I actually lik-love you too. You’re so smart,” 

He says while caressing your (S/C) skin, leaving goosebumps where he touched.

“So beautiful and funny,” His fingers brushed over your parted lips and your breath hitched for the 100th time in this minute.

“And so fucking brave and kind.” Floyd quietly murmured, only intending for only him and you to hear.

 He looks up to your dazzling (E/C) eyes with his equally stunning chestnut ones. You stare at each other, and you could see nothing but warmth and pure, genuine love inside of his irises. 

He takes his time to examine your face again. You rest in comfortable silence, the only sounds you could hear were both Floyd’s and your heavy breathing.

“I don’t care if you’re gonna forget my words tomorrow… I just need to get it off my fucking chest… I love you. I love you so much (Y/N), and I literally don’t know what I’m going to do without you.. When I saw you looking like that, my heart burst…”

Now you knew you were really drunk, and you stood there in shock, stupefied reaction pasted over your face.

“Every time you’re talking with any of those guys. I just… I get so jealous, but I'm too much of a coward to let you know how I feel.”

How many times have you blushed or had your breath taken away because of this guy?  But he still continues, glancing up and down between your hands woven between his and your alluring (E/C) eyes. 

“You’re perfect to me, and fuck what anybody else says, ok? And I know you’ll just forget this in the morning bu-”

Without any thought crossing through your mind, you yanked on his tie and pulled him towards your face. 

Finally, finally! 

After months and months that turned into years of pining… You were finally kissing Floyd fucking Talbert. 

His wide eyes slowly closed as both of you melted in each other’s touch. His arm snaked around your waist so your chest was flush against his. He reached up, fingers following your jawline and slowly making its way to run its way through your disheveled (H/C) hair. 

The kiss was so tender, and you could’ve died right there on the spot. The lips you imagined kissing you all over were right there. You couldn’t help but want more.

You wrapped your arm around neck, and tilted your head slightly to deepen the kiss. (S/C) colored hands running through his short, soft hair, slightly pulling on the roots.

Truly, nothing else mattered, and you two were finally one.

As you two broke the kiss, your eyes slowly wandered up to meet his. You were entranced to see that he loved that kiss just as much as you did.

You two gasped for air and your chests were heaving up and down. 

Love was all you really felt right now. 

Drunk or not, you both really didn’t care. 

“I know I’m not going to forget this in the morning… Now will you shut up and kiss me again, Flyboy?”

And he did.

 Over, and over, and over again.

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“SEE I TOLD YOU SHE WAS TRYNA IMPRESS SOMEONE!”

“Shut up, Percy!”

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whoooo what a doozy, gonna write speirs next ;)))))

 btw sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes or making any characters too OOC

5 bucks back then is like about 74-76 dollars today

[fiveisnumber1]

Hoo boy this is gonna be a long one so I apologize in advance. I'll try to keep it short tho. So you recommended me these songs and here's my view on them. I decided to mention them by name in case someone else wanted to listen too:

Last Dance - Diplomacy

This song is pretty much word for word Five's thoughts in the apocalypse. He's "looking for a way out the door" or how to *create* a door in his case. He's quite literally haunted by reader's ghost who "won't let him be" cuz he imagines her with him all the time. It's her vision that nags him to keep going when he's ready to give up so he can "find my way back to (reader)"

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

I feel this song is very sad, speaking of Five's regret of Time Traveling. He'd literally wish he could go back in time to when he first met reader and warn his younger self to not be an idiot or else he'd lose reader or at the very least, not "ride along with (her)" to make sure she doesn't get stranded in time too. "I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you" is pretty self explanatory. He had reader, he lost her and wishes he could change things.

Lately III - COIN

The house is too quiet. So I sleep in my car. I'm losing my magic. I hear your voice in my head, I think that I'm working too hard. But who, who am I-I kidding? I want you right back in my arms.

I can see these lyrics being from both reader's and Five's perspective but more Five cuz everything around him is quiet. He literally "lost his magic" as in his ability to time travel til he could figure out the equation. He can hear the reader's voice in his head both encouraging him but also telling him to rest when he works himself too hard but obviously it's more important for him him to get back to her so she's in his harms again.

Thirteen - Armors

This made me think of a "what if" from readers perspective or just the beginning of their friendship when Five defied his father to meet and befriend her. It could work in reverse too since readers parents also wanted to have her avoid the Hargreeves but I guess I thought of Five more cuz he had more to lose from disobeying Reggie and befriending reader. The lyrics of "going out on Friday/tickets for the dance" and getting "your dad off my back" and becoming an "outlaw for my love" makes me very much think of Reader not putting up with Reggie's bullshit and encouraging Five to break free of him even more.

Lover of Mine - 5SOS

This one was possibly my favorite. The chorus was everything.

"When I take a look at my life And all of my crimes You're the only thing that I think I got I right I'll never give you away 'Cause I've already made Already made that mistake".

It's so clearly Five talking about the Reader after be comes back. Maybe his residual fears of doing something wrong and losing her. She's the only thing he did right after his time at the commission killing so many people, his self loathing makes him feel like coming back to save her and his family is the only worthwhile thing he's ever done. The first part of the chorus as well, God knows we've come up with so many dancing headcanons for Five and reader so I didn't repeat that. And the verses, I feel could be more of Five blaming himself for all the regrets reader has. I could see the second verse as reader though cuz she knows what Five has been through "the world fall from his eyes" so she literally wants to "kiss the regrets goodbye" so they can be at peace instead of him constantly blaming himself for what happened.

I also am going to try my best not to analyze every single song in detail (although I do have a lot of opinions) so let's jump in my (hopefully) brief reply. This is where the fun begins.

Last Dance - Diplomacy

We were dancing through the city, And you were looking pretty, you held me close. 

Even through the white lies we both talked. Oh-oh, We were running far away, oh-oh, From those words we can't say

So this first line is Five remembering the night that he danced with the reader. Straightforward. The second line though is about both the reader and Five and how they hid their feelings from each other. They continued to talk and be friends even though they were both lying to themselves and each other about the strength of their feelings. They were running away from opening up and expressing how they really felt (the words they cannot say)

Let me took another moment. Painted such a foot prints in the snow. But we've reached another road short. Going through emotions we both know.

I like to think that the footprints in the snow are the ones that they left together before Five left and jumped into the apocalypse. It was the last moment they were together. Also, both Five and the reader are constantly going through the same emotions of hurt, loneliness, regret, love. They both know those feelings.

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

I've been searching for a trail to follow again, Take me back to the night we met.

This line can be about the reader and Five. Both of them have been dropped into unknown situations. They’re both now lost in life and are searching for a sense of normalcy like they had when they were with each other, but they still haven't found that path or trail to follow since they separated.

And then I can tell myself, What the hell I'm supposed to do. And then I can tell myself, Not to ride along with you.

I think for this line from the reader's perspective is that now that she’s in this whole new time, a whole new reality, and she doesn’t know what to do. She can’t tell herself how to change things or move forward because she doesn’t know what she’s supposed to do to accomplish that. And I think for the line “not to ride along with you” it’s the opposite of Five. Instead of Five wanting to not have brought her through time, it’s the reader wishing she held on and went along with him.

I had all and then most of you, Some and now none of you. Take me back to the night we met. I don't know what I'm supposed to do, Haunted by the ghost of you. Oh, take me back to the night we met.

Like you said self-explanatory but both Five and the reader want to go back to the simpler times when they had each other.

When the night was full of terrors, And your eyes were filled with tears. When you had not touched me yet, Oh, take me back to the night we met.

All I picture is the scenes I wrote where they’re both just crying over finally coming to the realization that they had truly lost the other. The reader on her knees below the portrait of Five above the fireplace and Five holding the now deceased in his arms. Both of them shedding tears at the terror of the situation and how they wished they could go back to when they met and start over so this would never have happened.

Lately III - COIN

Be honest with me. Do you, do you, do you wanna be honest with me right now? I swear to God it meant nothing.

I can see this as Five asking himself why he did what he did. Why did he not listen? Why did he jump through time? Looking back wanting to jump through time and defying Reginald really meant nothing in the grand scheme of things.

The house is too quiet

This line can also be applied to the reader because she’s staying in the empty academy house. There was once the sound of all the academy kids but now there’s nothing.

Thirteen - Armors

I don’t have any specific lines but I agree that overall this is definitely the reader trying to convince Five to break free of Reginald’s grasp and live life with her. She’s not going to force him hence the line “If it's no, then I can go. I won't make you.” but she wants him to be able to do normal things with her like go to a school dance without it being a problem.