#i know he's not trying to be sassy

[class1akids]

Shoto was so savage for this. I love him.

[tsuchinokoroyale]

Happy new years… let’s stay hydrated together ✨

[good-beanswrites]

hii!! can we get some platonic fuuta amane interactions please? thabks !!!

Ahh yes, thank you so much for the request! I love them so much ;--; They've been making my brain go brrrr lately with T3 possibilities, though I decided to stay away from the drama for now. Here something sweet after T1 verdicts but before the attacks -- they're just hanging out :3

Yuno smiled down at Amane, finding her hunched over a table of craft supplies with Fuuta. The guilty verdict had hit them hard, so it was good to see them in better spirits. She tried to peer over her shoulder to see what they were working on. “Aw, what are you two up to?”

Amane returned her smile. “Fuuta is teaching me to misbehave.”

His face twitched in horror. “Oi, you can’t just go around saying that!” He looked frantically at Yuno. “We’re just folding paper planes.”

Amane lifted her chin. “You said in middle school, you made them to throw in class.”

“I said my friends made them to throw in class. And it’s not like I’m telling you to throw them. I was just making them because there’s nothing better to do in this damned place. You were the one that said it looked fun and sat down to annoy me!”

Fuuta huffed at the accusation as Yuno walked away, laughing. He returned to the design he was folding. He hadn’t been giving an explicit step-by-step for each, but Amane was keeping up just fine. They each had a small pile of various plane designs they were adding to. 

Running a finger along a new crease, he gave Amane a sideways look. “Though, you could stand to misbehave a little bit.”

“I did.” She reached forward to mimic the fold on her own plane. “That is why I’m here.”

“Eh? I don’t mean you should commit crimes!” He scowled. “I’m talking about normal kid stuff, nothing against the law. Like staying out too late, driving your teacher crazy, funny vandalism–”

“--Vandalism is against the law.”

“Oh come on, it’s harmless! Don’t even try to argue that a little graffiti is comparable to what got you here.” He rolled his eyes. “So? What about that other stuff?”

She shook her head. With neither disappointment nor pride, she said, “I never left my home at night. And my teachers were far too strict.” 

“Aw, it’s the strict ones that are the most fun to prank!” He pointed to Amane, adopting the most persuasive voice he could manage. “You gotta do some of these things, or you’ll turn out with a stick up your ass. Like Kotoko, or Mikoto. Or a weirdo like Kazui and Mahiru. Shidou’s more or less normal, and he’s the type of guy to break some rules now and then.”

“And you?” She raised her eyebrows at him, feigning innocence. “I take it you turned out perfectly because you misbehaved as a child?”

“Hey, I never said I was a shining role model or anything. But I mean it. If you stay like this, you’ll grow up to be a boring loser, another cog in the wheel.”

“It is an honor to be a part of something bigger than yourself, to find belonging, and purpose.”

“Tch, don’t be such a pain!”

“I wasn’t.”

“You know that’s not what I was talking about!”

“What were you talking about, then?” She gave him the same expression as before, and wondered if could hide her genuine confusion. 

“Don’t play dumb. I know working in a group is a good thing, but you don’t want to kill yourself for leaders that don’t give a shit about you. That’s a major issue in this country, you know? In government, and corporations, and all that. That’s not belonging, that’s just exploitation.”

Amane stayed silent.

Oblivious to the emotions flashing across her lowered eyes, he nudged her in annoyance. “And the best way to break from that is to loosen up a bit. So have a little fun now and then, jeez!”

She picked her creation off the table. She turned it over in her hands. It had come out perfectly sharp and clean. “I’m having fun now.”

Fuuta, preparing to argue with whatever she said, blinked. “O-oh.” 

“At school, my favorite activities included choir practice and the arts. It has been difficult to sing here without accompaniment, so I am grateful to have the opportunity for crafts.” She looked at him earnestly. “Despite your past of disobedience,” she smirked, “I always enjoy your company.”

His expression twisted up, but he couldn’t hide the reddening of his ears. “What do I care if a brat like you likes my company?”

She smiled. “I’m not a brat. As established, I am very well-behaved.”

“That’s even worse!”

“Tell me about this plane, Fuuta.”

After sufficiently rolling his eyes and sighing, he agreed. He started explaining what made these planes different from the last: how they compared on speed, accuracy, and length of flight. It didn’t really matter if they were just going to toss them around here or the panopticon later, he thought it would be helpful to teach her anyway. Maybe if she ever was inclined, she’d remember which ones were best for pinpointing a teacher’s back, or a warden’s…

[sadlynotthevoid]

I was feeling like a bit of slightly-angsty isolation this thursday, so...

AU where, instead of a double transmigration happening, RokSoo transmigrated to ogCale's body, but ogCale was put into a newly made double of his body and confined into a dimension pocket.

And just, no one knows about it and he can't get out until certain conditions are reached. For example: that someone finally gets rid of WS.

Luckily for him, RokSoo and company are rather fast to kill the white star. It only took them two years, way better than in his previous timeline.

Although, those are still two years in which og!Cale, the 40-year-old war soldier turned an 18-year-old time-traveler, had to spend trapped in that place. Completely alone except for the occasional god checking on him, and a few animals a god had the kindness to let for him. (It was Loki, but no one is going to call him out).

Og!Cale is a person who loves easily and deeply but, contrary to his true nature, someone who lived through decades without deep boundaries to gave him feedback. Whether it was during the war that took everyone he knew from him, or before that, with the family he choose to stay at distance and love them from the side-lines. He lived so long without feeling genuine care, making any emotional bond that isn't one-sided, that he's hungry for them.

Being in the past, where everyone he loves hadn't died yet, where they will live, and being so close— just a dimensional door away, really— but not being able to see them, hear them, nor even talk to them... It hurts.

He's happy and so, so glad. They're alive. They can laugh and eat and breath again— and, someday, he will see them again. Even if they don't know how to act with him and is uncomfortable. Even if, most probably, they don't know he's not there and don't miss him, he will see them again.

So, yeah, he's fine with this situation. He accepted this.

That doesn't mean that the waiting doesn't suck. He, a freedom loving person, trapped in the godly version of a safehouse. Most of the days it's only he, his thoughts and the ridiculous massive library Athena managed to fit in here. And his friends, the animals, of course.

Inside of that lonely place, of course, Cale gets attached to the animals that are by his side everyday. He was already an animal lover, to begin with. The little guys who just go through their lives being absolutely adorable and are more loyal than most people around... How can he not love them?

Besides, Athanasia, the griffin, gives the best cuddles he has ever had.

He gets used, eventually. It's not like he never had lived in a big house where the only beings around wouldn't speak more than three words to him. (Well, at least the animals try to talk with him. He just needed to learn what they mean.)

And Cale can do whatever he wants here. If he wants to play the violin or paint, do acrobatics or keep his training, he can just do it. There's no need to hide. No need to restrain himself.

There's no one here to get sad at her memories. No one to spread rumors about 'skills' or 'talents'. No one to turn his interests into weapons against his own family by comparing Bassen to him.

Eventually, it feels like a different kind of freedom here.

—And then he gets out.

[dootznbootz]

With how I'm planning my fics, since Menelaus and Agamemnon spend some years at Tyndarius' palace, I kind of have them all be childhood friends in a way before Agamemnon and Menelaus take back their kingdom (Aga is around 19, Menelaus 15 when they leave. 5-6 years later they get married.) With how their marriages work out when talking about "Old times", Odysseus is the "odd one out" as he was the only one who didn't grow up alongside them. The poor guy is left out.

Odysseus: "Wait, why is everyone laughing? What does that mean? I don't get it." Penelope: "Well you see-" Goes on about a silly story but the inside joke is dumb. "...You probably would've had to have been there to get it" Odysseus:

[zappedbyzabka]

[ladyrijus]

i don't know what it is about it but i just love when botw fanartists draw pre-calamity link with that Weary™ expression. you know, the one with the dark circles or creases under his eyes and lips thinned into a straight line? it's so fucking tragic. i eat it up every single time

[carbonateddelusion]

I'm NORMAL (thinking about the fruit dads/the poly boyfriends with Eddie bc I remembered the picture of Max screaming at Chuck)

[theramblingsofadork]

Oh boy—

Tomorrow I think I’ll unleash a small snippet of the guilty pleasure that is my AU of Starline having actually had friends (and maybe something more) once.

I am going to die of cringe, but I made this blog specifically so I could talk about it, and I want my stupid platypus man to just be happy for a single moment gosh dangit!! So whatever. XD

[i-am-distressed]

Proof that Kyoto has the potential to be as chaotic as i claim them to be:

...And by potential I mean they themselves are already quite chaotic

[cherrymoonvol6]

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[faytelumos]

Playing Nice

This is a short one for me. It's supposed to have a second scene, and I might eventually add it as a part two.

This takes place like a week before part one of Illusory.

cw: repeated mentions of child abuse

directory

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Black Ice adjusted his tie, trying to find the right balance between well-dressed and choking. He touched his thin briefcase reassuringly, trying not to bounce his leg. He settled for tugging on his slacks and picking a hair off of them.

It was amazing how stressful normal shit could be sometimes. Hand-to-hand sparring with someone twice his size? Easy. Racing other flyers to avoid the stick? A laugh. Going to an interview to get accepted onto the heroes roster?

He was fucking dying.

"No way," someone said from down the hall. Black Ice looked up to the speaker, and he felt the stiff kick of adrenalin to see two black, armored uniforms staring at him. Just his luck. He mustered up a friendly, polite smile, and the two enforcers started cautiously towards him. "Are you… Black Ice?" the one asked. She wasn't wearing head gear, and as she got closer, Black Ice could see the crow's feet and fine lines on her face.

"Hopefully not for much longer," he replied, chipper. He looked down and patted his brief case, then smiled back up at the two.

"Wait," the other enforcer, a man closer to Black Ice's age, said.

"Yeah," the first one griped, gesturing stiffly to him, "this is the little bastard that blew up Genesis Labs."

Great.

"Now, hold on," Black Ice began, pulling on his best smile. He stood slowly, holding up his hands when both enforcers touched the stun guns on their hips. Black Ice hesitated, looking between them, before meeting the woman's eye. He turned up the charm, making his smile crooked and more playful. "I think we can all agree that that place was unethical."

The man shifted, glancing to the woman. Black Ice held her gaze, tilting his chin down slightly. She looked him up and down in a flash before meeting his eyes again.

"I reacted unethically, and I'm ready to admit that," he went on. "But given the circumstances, can you see how my response was appropriate?"

The woman tensed her jaw, anger flaring in her eyes. "I don't know," she challenged, taking a step closer. "Johnson? Do you think it's appropriate to kill forty hard-working men and women for a kindergarten freak show?"

Black Ice's smile fell instantly, hatred and rage rising to a boil in his chest. The lab had been full of kids, little kids to teenagers, who had done nothing wrong. Kids who were just trying to survive that fucking place. Kids who were sweet, and good, and did everything they were told, and still got the fucking knife because they were different.

Black Ice bit down hard on the snarl trying to twist his expression, but the younger enforcer still took a step back. Black Ice kept his gaze on the woman, fighting the urge to drop his temperature until she couldn't breathe his air. She was nervous now, too, gripping the handle of her stun gun as he took a step forward. He couldn't do anything to this woman, to anyone. He had to be added to the hero roster. He needed to get back inside S.A.I.

"Do you think it's appropriate," Black Ice growled, leaning in closer, looming over her, "for forty-two grown men and women to muscle around a bunch of children? To watch, while sixty-five kids are beaten, starved, terrorized, and caged?"

She kept glaring at him, squaring her shoulders like she somehow still had the moral high ground. He didn't let her reply.

"I did what I did because I was trying to save people," he rumbled. "You people are just a bunch of glorified mercenaries."

"You have no idea what we do," she snapped.

"Enlighten me."

"We're the reason people like you survive as long as you do," she hissed, jabbing a finger into his chest. He clenched his fists, baring his teeth, but not using his powers despite the burning need to. "Without us, you and every other entitled mutant would be mincemeat on day one."

"Funny," Black Ice spat, his eyes deathly sharp, "since a fourteen-year-old made such easy work of you."

She grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the wall, both hands wrapped around his neck as the chair clattered behind him. He was already holding her wrists, ready to get up and yank her off of the ground, when the door opened.

"Hey!" another woman shouted. The enforcer stilled, but she didn't let go of Black Ice. He tried to soften his expression, clenching his jaw and tamping his roiling hatred down to a simmer. "Is there a problem?"

Black Ice watched the enforcer, a smug sense of satisfaction creeping in. What was she going to say? Yeah, there's a problem, this asshole killed a bunch of people a decade ago? This bastard has a smart mouth? He provoked me from all the way across the hall because he was just sitting there minding his own fucking business?

Black Ice smirked. The enforcer let him go, her expression tightly pinched.

"No, there's no problem," she said as Black Ice tugged his rumpled suit back into rights.

"Then please don't assault anyone," the new woman snapped. Black Ice just kept smiling at the enforcer as she tried to glare a hole into his face. "We're ready for you, now, Black Ice."

He finally broke eye contact with his assailant to pick up his suitcase, which had fallen to the floor during her little outburst. He turned to her again, offering her the most disgustingly sweet smile he could muster. "See you in the field, ma'am," he said through his teeth.

"I'm looking forward to it," she growled.

[theloveinc]

See, I don’t think Shindo would be all that cocky to you specifically in a relationship. I think he’d be an entirely normal, nice boyfriend until something happened, say: you get hit on when you’re out, he runs into competitor, someone is mean to you... 

THEN he’s turning into the cocky bastard that we know and love, and it’s both exciting and... kind of a nightmare LOL.  

[unagrancantidaddepanes]

so other villages and citys and towns and shit exist in the moomin universe right? and snufkin travels half the year or something so hes definietly explored some of them right? and i remember in finn family moomintroll there was a part at the beginning where it meantioned in passing that schools exist SO HEAR ME OUT-  snufkin has definietly discovered schools before. imagine him just somehow ending up in a building flocked with children dictated by bell rings and adults. sees this shit and goes what a fucking awfual cult lmfao. so obviously, being the criminal, sign destroyer and park keeper anti he is, decides to free the children from whatever the fuck is going on. snufkin does not know what this place is exactly but he does not like it and he will be taking that personally. by the end of this the building is in flames. how he gets from point A to B here is up to interpretation. 

[bumpscosity]

so a couple months ago i passed on a mother goose bc even tho she was a good price ($40) she was missing an eyelid and i just didn't rly have the money. she was gone by the next time i went in and i've been regretting it every since but today i went back and

SHE SO PRETTY SHE HAS A STAIN ON HER BACK AREA BUT ITS MOSTLY COVERED BY HER WING HER EYES ARE STILL RLY WHITE AND THE BEST PART IS

5 BUCKS!!!!! SHES AN ANGEL MY BELOVED MY EVERYTHING

[xenole]

Writing about a breeding kink has made me want to get the priest pregnant so i can start them on a domestic life full of fluff.