#i’m gonna add my tags to this later but uhhhhh

[kirksfattitties]

just making some trek-related user boxes for my fellow nd trekkies! feel free to use with or without credit, just don’t claim as your own. neurotypicals can rb but don’t add unnecessary commentary.

[angelicspaceprince]

Ouija

Author: Ama

Title: Ouija

Pairing: Possible Future Beetlejuice/Reader

Character/s: Beetlejuice

Word Count: 2, 473 words

Warnings: Beetlejuice has dyslexia, I do not, I tried.

Tags: @yankyo, @justballoonfishthings, @breadbudzo, @aethersghoulette, @ironically-deadinside, @beetlejuicecansteponme, @beetlebitchywitch (some of you asked, some of you I just tagged bc)

Prompt: You find a Ouija board and end up communicating with a ghost who has trouble spelling. Together you figure out a way for him to communicate with you a little bit easier.

Notes: I promised this fic like ages ago, based off of @slut-4-beetlejuice hcs that they wrote ages ago and we kinda did a dance of reblogs where we added to each other. But yeah, this is what I came up with! My plan for this fic is to do it in two parts and if y’all want more I can write more later, but I’m basically gonna portray your side of the story and then our favourite residential ghost with the most. This, obviously, is the reader’s side of the story. This is my first attempt at writing Beetlejuice as a fic, not as a hc so please be gentle with me. I hope y’all enjoy!Also, I had speechie friendo talk to me about dyslexia and I based Beej’s spelling mistakes around the notes she sent me.

Ouija Board Inspiration

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Ouija

It had started out innocently enough. You were bored and decided to spend the day exploring your new attic. You found a box filled with old games and decided that you wanted to sort through them, see if any were unusual or rare that you could keep. Most of them, you planned to donate somewhere, or put them back into storage.

You weren’t expecting much. Maybe a torn-up game of Twister, or Mouse Trap. Half a pack of Uno cards, or a ruined game of Trouble, and for the most part, you got what you expected. But when you found the Ouija board, you were a little surprised. Most of the games were for children, and weren’t in good enough nick to keep, let alone play. But the Ouija board looked like it just came out of the factory that created it. You go to lift the case from the bottom of the box, surprised by how heavy it was when you started to lift, nearly dropping it twice when you finally got it out and onto the table in front of you. Carefully, you lift the lid.

No wonder it was heavy. The Ouija board was wooden, and bigger than you were expecting. The dark wood had been engraved with the usual things a Ouija has, Yes, No, Goodbye, numbers 0-9 and every letter of the alphabet, the outside decorated with various designs you couldn’t make out in the dark. The one you could recognise was the pentagram engraved between the Yes and the No on the board. The planchette was also heavy, made from the same wood as the board, engraved with just two x’s, indicating where to put your finger.

You look over at the board as you hold the planchette in your hands. You were bored, yes. The attic was now in a state, yes. But the urge to test out the Ouija board was beginning to get too great. You organise yourself on the floor, placing the planchette in the middle of the board and just.... waiting. Not really sure on what to do now.

“Uh…hello?” Your voice is uncertain before you yelp when the cursor on the board begins to move. Yes, your fingers are on the x’s, but you weren’t providing any pressure. It just moved on its own.

‘H – I.’ The cursor spells out as your brain sort circuits as it returns to the centre of the board.

“Uhhhhh.” You pause, not sure how to proceed. “I’m Y/N. What’s your name?” The planchette seems to shake a little before moving towards the ‘No’ part of the board, returning to the centre. “You don’t want to tell me?” It moves back to the ‘No’. “That’s ok then. Can I ask if you’re really dead?” It moves to the ‘Yes’. “Is that yes I can ask, or yes you are?”

‘YES, I – A – M – D – E – D.’ You repeat the phrase once you’ve spelt out the letters quietly to show you’re aware of which letter the ghost was indicating with. “Sorry, I didn’t think I’d get a response, or one so soon.”

‘F – L – G – U – R – E – D.’

“Can I ask some questions about life after death?” You wait for the cursor to move over the Yes before continuing. “Is there a hell?”

So, it continued. Every day, after work, you’d come home and race up to the attic and spend time talking to your ghostly friend, who still wouldn’t tell you their name. All you knew was they were dead, had been for centuries, were bored, and were something called a bio-exorcist (which took a couple of attempts to spell). You also learnt that any form of parental figure, they hated, and any form of rules and regulations was not something they enjoyed.

You also noticed that they had a weird tendency to refuse certain questions or struggled to spell words correctly when they did. Sure, exorcist, intelligence and February weren’t easy words to spell when you weren’t writing them down, but replacing b’s for d’s and p’s for q’s, c’s for o’s and n’s for m’s. There were a lot of little things you picked up over time made you think perhaps there was more to this story.

So, you changed direction. One evening, you were talking about work and things that annoyed you and a question you thought they’d be fine answering, but the planchette just started to shake. You pause for a second, trying to figure out what was wrong. “Do you want to answer the question?” The cursor slides quickly and heavily to the ‘Yes’, causing you to move your whole body with it before it tentatively returns to the centre of the board. You think for a second as the planchette continues to vibrate with what feels like annoyance. “Can you spell the answer?” The planchette stops moving and everything is still. It’s so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. You wait for thirty seconds before you say “Hello?” and like that, the cursor slowly, tentatively, goes over towards the ‘No’ part of the board followed by a ‘A-L-W-A-Y-S-B-E-E-M-A-B-A-D-S-P-E-L-E-R. “Oh. That’s ok, I’m pretty rubbish without spell check too. Take your time.” Everything stops for a second, the energy that is always humming when you’re up here seems to have dropped to a low throb, and you slowly remove your hands from the planchette as you think.

‘How can I make this easier for them?’ You hum for a second before returning your hands to the board. “Would you prefer yes or no questions?” The planchette slides quickly over to the ‘Yes’ and you smile. “Ok, if something isn’t a yes or no question, I’ll provide answers and you can slide to the numbers to tell me which one is appropriate. Does that work?” Again, ‘Yes’.

Life moves on. It was weird at first, but you got used to asking only yes or no questions and becoming content with that as a response. A few more weeks went by, you slowly began to spend more time talking to the ghost in the attic. It was fascinating, and you were lonely and suspected they were too. Why else would they talk to you night after night after night? You never brought up the idea that perhaps they may have been lonely, but you focused on making sure like they felt like they had a friend.

A few more weeks had passed before you came up with a new idea. As good as it was to make them feel like they weren’t stupid for their spelling, you felt like you were muting them or speaking on their behalf. So, on your Saturday evening as you ate your dinner and you asked a question about if they enjoyed scaring people whenever they got the chance and the planchette moved by its own accord, you stared down at the board for a few minutes in shock. “You can move things WITHOUT me helping?”

‘Yes.’

“Why the fuck do I have to hold it then?” You forget to offer options as you take a breath, hearing the planchette slide across the board. “Its fine, I was just in shock.” You explain, not looking at what the ghost was being said. An idea pings in your head. “With your bad spelling, does it affect your reading or is it easier? One for both are hard, two for reading is easier.”

The planchette wobbles for a second before it slides over between the two. ‘R-E-A-D-I-M-G-I-S-S-T-I-L-L-H-A-R-D.’ It spells out. ‘B-UT-N-O-T-A-S-H-A-R-D-A-S-S-P-E-L-I-M-G.’

You can sense the confusion in the room as you nod, already thinking of a plan. “Have you always struggled with reading and spelling?” ‘A-L-W-A-Y-S-B-U-T-I-N-J-U-S-T-S-T-U-P-I-D’ You you’re your heart break slightly when they call themselves that. “Sweetheart, have you ever heard of the term dyslexia?” ‘No’. “It’s where your brain struggles to recognise letters or sounds, it makes it hard for people to read and write. They often miss letters or get letters mixed up, or sometimes even add letters that aren’t meant to be there.” You explain gently. “I think you may have the same kind my friend has. He reads a lot even though it’s a struggle, but if you get him to spell, he’s absolutely hopeless. Amazing at math, though. Like a walking calculator.” You smile as you get distracted before you shake your head and bring yourself back to the present. “I don’t think you’re stupid, love, I think perhaps your brain just isn’t wired to like letters and words.” You explain as you fiddle with your hands, unsure on where to put them. The planchette doesn’t move, but you can feel the air growing thicker.

‘N-O-T-S-T-U-P-I-D’ – the planchette draws a question mark over the entire board. You shake your head.

“Not stupid at all, pet.” A few seconds pass before the planchette moves over to the ‘Goodbye’ section. You sigh, slightly disappointed that they wanted to leave so soon. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

You ran late to work the next day, replaying the conversation in your head with your resident ghost over and over again as it kept you up later and later into the night. Your plan wasn’t well thought out at this stage, but you could get things started.

You stay late after work to make up for the hour that you missed this morning before rushing to the bookshop, making it there 10 minutes before they closed. You found what you wanted and quickly purchased it before rushing home, making sure to grab something for dinner as you drive home.

The moment you arrived home and placed your bags by the front door, the house felt empty. For the first time since using the Ouija board, the house felt like you were the only one in it. Pulling out the Ouija board, you asked if they were here. Nothing. You put your fingers on the planchette. Nothing again. You call out to them to see if they were there, nothing. You sigh before packing it back up. Perhaps your new-found friend had moved on.

It was a few days before your ghostly friend returned. The house had felt barren the entire time they were gone, you had stopped bringing out the board the day they returned, figuring that they just weren’t going to come back. A loud crash from the living room caused you to run out from the kitchen where you were preparing dinner to see what had happened. On the floor was the Ouija board, set up and ready to go with the planchette moving wildly across the board, so fast you couldn’t keep up.

“Hang on, hang on, hang on.” You rush back upstairs to grab the item you had purchased for them the week prior before rushing back downstairs and putting it next to the board with a satisfying thud. “I got you a dictionary, they had one with pictures which I thought could help.” You explain to where you hoped the ghost was. You put a pen in front of the giant book. “Just…. point I guess to the word you want to say. If you want to try it this way that is, I thought it might be easier for you.”

The air seemed thick as you waited for something to move, the planchette or the book. Suddenly, the cover of the book seemed to gingerly open as the ghost slowly looked for the words he was looking for. ‘IT-IS-EASIER’ they indicated with the pen. You smile as the pages begin to turn in a flurry, clearly excited to be able to communicate with you a bit easier.

So, life continued. The ghost (who you later found out was a man) would follow you from room to room, carrying the pen and the book to indicate different words to you, making comments on nearly everything that he wasn’t able to before, from the shade of paint on your walls (he thought they should be green) to what you were wearing (he was really into you wearing stripes for some reason), he would readily give your opinion on everything. It was weird, but you could feel yourself slowly falling for the now forever talking ghost. The freedom that came with the dictionary meant that your conversations become more…. conversation like. He wasn’t restricted to just yes or no answers, and you weren’t restricted to staying in one room. You found yourself having dinners next to the constantly page flipping book and laughing at his bad jokes and giving some back of your own. You found small doodles on the outside of the dictionary too, his own little crude drawings he did when you weren’t home. It was nice, it felt like some kind of perverse kind of domestic.

It had been months since your initial contact with him, and you still didn’t know his name and, to be honest, it was beginning to bug you. You didn’t say or show your annoyance about not knowing his name, but you figured it was time you knew. So, when you came home that night and had set up your dinner in your usual set up, you finally decided to ask. “Can I know your name?”

It took a minute before your squatter decided to respond. ‘ORION-BRIGHT-STAR’.

“Orion’s brightest star?” You say, almost as a question as you pull out your phone to do a quick Google. “Beetlejuice?” You look up to see a fury of pages flying as he quickly makes his way over to the ‘A’ section of the dictionary.

‘AGAIN’

“Beetlejuice?”

The pen slams back down on the page. ‘AGAIN.’

You hesitate. “Beetlejuice?”

There was a crash, a bang, and way too much smoke that filled the room as bright green lights seemed to radiate from outside your house. You cough and wave your hand to clear the smoke from your mouth when you finally hear it.

“Thanks for that babes, I’ve been wanting you to see me for months now.” You blink before you see him. He was-

Cuter than you were expecting. Shorter too. Not the scary man you had envisioned, but rather an adorable guy dressed in arguably way too many stripes, even though it seemed to suit. The green in his hair was vibrant and his whole being seemed to shake with excitement. For the first time in a long time, you didn’t know what to say.

“What’s wrong babes? Cat got your tongue?” He leans in closer to take a better look at you, but all you could focus on was the bright green of his eyes.

“You’re hotter than I imagined.” You heard yourself say before you turn bright, bright red. The grin on his face widens as he chuckles lowly, sending a shiver up your spine.

“Oh babes, we are going to have so much fun.”

[schrijverr]

Husband Tag

Dean and Cas do the husband tag. Takes place within the Famous Husband verse.

On AO3.

Ships: Destiel

Warnings: none, but if you want me to tag anything I’ll do so happily! :)

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Dean and Castiel were sitting next to each other. Dean smiled into the camera and started the video, while Castiel smiled at him. “Hello Hunters, you’ve read the title and probably know what’s going on already, but we’re doing the husband tag!”

The intro rolled, it was a drawn impala that came down the road, it stopped in the middle of the screen and the drawn Dean gave a wink to the viewers, then he sped off again and the smoke was bridge back to the video.

“How are we doing this?” Castiel asked.

Dean answered: “Well, I have a list of husband tag questions here, so lets just start at the top and answer one in turns.”

Castiel nodded and Dean offered to go first, which Cas gratefully accepted. Dean said: “First question is “How and where did we meet?” Kinda answered this one in the reveal video already, uhm, next one is “What was your first impression?” Okay, I also answered this one, I thought you were scary, turned out not to be true, but what can you do.”

He turned to Cas and said: “What was your first impression of me?”

“I thought you were a lunatic.” Castiel answered seriously.

Deans eyes got wide as he exclaimed: “Why!”

“Because you jumped me.” Castiel defended.

Dean grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head while he said: “Yeah, that’s fair.”

Dean read out: “When did you meet my family?”

He gave Cas a look and Castiel answered: “I met Sam, when he visited the weekend after I moved in, I liked him, he asked questions about my courses and the books I had. It was quite lovely.”

“Yeah, cause he is a nerd.” Dean said with an eyeroll.

Castiel looked tiredly into the camera, but didn’t comment. He went on: “And I met Bobby that summer, me and Dean had hit it off that year and I didn’t have anything to do, so we went home to Bobby's place and helped him with the shop for the entire summer. He is a nice man, didn’t really trust me at first, but I like to think I’ve grown on him.”

“Of course you’ve grown on him.” Dean said, “You’re family, you know how he is about family. He has one of our wedding pictures framed in his office. You know the one with him, Sammy, Jo and Ellen?”

“Really?” Cas asked.

“Yeah, doesn’t say anything about it when you ask him, though.” Dean shrugged.

Castiel smiled fondly and grabbed Deans phone to ask him the next question: “When and why did you fall for me? Hm, this one is interesting.”

Dean turned bright scarlet as he answered: “In third year of uni I realized I had fallen for him, but I can’t pinpoint the exact moment when it started, probably when you walked through the door.”

“You sap.” Castiel said with a smile.

Dean batted his eyelashes at him and said: “Don’t you know it, angel. But back to the story, there had been a few dudes, their leader was Dick, and they didn’t like us for some reason, so they had decided that it would be fun to leave us in the forest at night, don’t ask. But we had to get back and while we were hearing all sorts of noises, but Cas wasn’t scared and I suddenly though that that was pretty sexy of him and then I realized I found a lot about Castiel pretty sexy.”

Castiel face palmed, but he was smiling.

Then Dean was reading the next question for Cas: “How long have we been together?” That one is kind of boring I guess, you want a new one?”

“I can do two,” Castiel said, “this one is kind of short. We’ve known each other for ten years now, we’ve been dating for six years and we’ve been married for one.”

Dean nodded along with a happy and proud smile, then he read the next question: “I’ve skipped a few, cause I want to know this one, “What do you love about me?”, I’m answering this one as well.”

Cas thought about it for two seconds then he looked at Dean and held eye contact as he answered: “I love how you work tirelessly for the things you are passionate about. I love how you care for Sam. I love how your listen to me ramble about work and can remember what I talked about weeks later. I love how you watch bee documentaries with me even though you think they are boring, just because they make me happy. I love the freckles on you nose that I can never seem to count. I love how I can come home and find you in the kitchen singing and dancing in your underwear while cooking dinner for us. I love the little golden flakes in your eyes. I love your smile and your flirting. I love every little thing about you and I always will.”

The longer Cas went on the redder Dean became, he was smiling while trying to duck his head away in embarrassment, but he couldn’t let his hold of Castiels eyes go, they remained locked. When Cas was done a tear slipped down Deans face and there was a jump cut.

Dean had puffy eyes, but they were bright and shining happily. He said: “That was quite a speech, which I know I can’t match.”

“You don’t have to, Dean.” Castiel assured him.

“No, I wanna try,” Dean said and then he told Cas: “I love how you keep me grounded and calm. I love how you would give up everything for me in a heartbeat and convince me I’m worth it. I love how you became family in days even though it takes most years, just because you fit in perfectly. I love how your eyes light up when you find some random trivia about bees. I love how you listen to me ramble about my car and all the shit I leave around the house for videos. I love how you phrase things. I love how you can seem wise beyond your years and then one second later look like the biggest idiot on the planet. I love how you give anyone the middle finger if you care about something, no matter how scary you find it.”

Castiel was also tearing up a bit, so Dean decided that it was enough and cleared his throat: “That was enough of a chick-flick moment, just want to add that I also love your ass.”

“Dean! My students watch this!” Cas exclaimed, but he was grinning none the less.

“And they need to appreciate what a blessing that is.” Dean smirked.

Cas groaned and mumbled: “I hate you, Dean Winchester.”

“And I love you too, darling.” Dean sing-songed back.

Cas rolled his eyes, but didn’t disagree. He snatched the phone out of Deans hand an randomly read a question of the screen: “What is a weird habit I have?”

Dean answered: “A weird habit? Uhhhhh, maybe it’s because I lived with you for so long that I don’t find it weird anymore, but you eat an insane amount of burgers, the fact that you are not fat is a miracle. I think I’ve seen you eat ten burgers in a row once, it’s insane.”

“You exaggerating, Dean. I do not consume an unnatural amount of burgers, they just please my palette and I eat them if I can.” Castiel said with a huff.

Dean smiled and said: “That’s another one, he can phrase things so strangely, but it’s oddly fascinating how he switches between talking like a human being and a confused immortal.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I am not a strange being.” Castiel whined like it was an old discussion.

Without missing a beat Dean said: “When you can prove you’re not.”

Cas threw his hands up and said: “How can I prove I’m not immortal, without dying.”

Dean took a deep breath, but there was a jump cut before he could answer.

The end card showed and this time Cas sat next to Dean as he said goodbye: “That was it for this video, please remember to like, comment and subscribe and while you’re there you should hit that bell too, just so you know when I will update again. Any last words to the viewers, Cas?”

With a serious deadpan expression Cas said: “Make sure to subscribe, I have seen a nice vacation I’d like to go on, so we need the money.”

Dean hit him in the arm and Castiel rolled his eyes with a smirk as he said: “Kidding… apparently. No, I really was kidding, uhm, see you maybe and have a lovely day.”

“Ahw, that’s a sweet outro, angel.” Dean said, then he turned back to the camera and said: “Well, you heard the man, have a lovely day. Bye hunters, see you on the road!”

Then the screen went dark.

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My heart!!!

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The bickering is real, people

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Just the mental image of Dean

singing along to music while

he is dancing in his underwear

and cooking is amazing, thank

you saint Castiel

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Dean out there looking like a

snack

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Their love speeches were so

adorable!!!!!!!

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Dean called Cass angel and now

he’s arguing about the mortality

of the man? Hm, I sense a

CONSPIRACY!

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I’m sooooo jealous of all the kids

in castiels classes, I mean looking

at that all day, yum!

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Why the burgers though? No one

gonna talk about that? No?

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brb just writing down their

speeches as inspo for my vows

I mean, that romance, hot damn

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I find a lot of things about cas

pretty sexy too dean

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[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

The Bad Guy (1)

Bucky x fem!Reader

CHAPTER 1: THE FAKEOUT

Series: A Bad Guy ruins Bucky’s day. But turns out it’s the bad guy he needs to seek help from after all. New York may not have changed much for him, but there are certain things he is discovering to be quite new!

Chapter warnings: swearing.

A/N: @writing-prompt-s​ once gave a prompt last year that stuck with me…I don’t remember the exact wordings but it had something to do with the reader/writer being the villain having a crush on the hero, always finding excuses (or crimes) to meet them. One day they are getting their ass beat and you decide to jump in and save the day. This one is same but with a liiiiiiiitle twist

Word Count: There are times I wish I was a llama. or a cat. Now is one of those times.

“You can do it. You. Can. Do. It. You’re the man. You’re the freaking man. Yes. Yes. You got it. You absolutely got it.”

“You okay, man?” Bucky had to ask.

“You absolutely don’t got it. I can’t do it, man. I’m outta here.”

Bucky grabbed Scott’s arm before that guy could rush back to the SUV they had come in. As much as he wanted to kick this sweaty ex-thief out of here, he knew the plan wasn’t going to work in Scott’s absence. He needed a guy to make him seem legit. At least that’s what Natasha had told him.

“Calm down,” Bucky reassured the man who was sweating tennis balls by now, “you just need to show the ID. Natasha has taken care of the rest and I would be doing the talking. Okay?”

Scott was half-listening by the time Bucky had finished. “Huh? Yeah! Yeah! Cool cool cool cool cool cool cool!”

Bucky could empathise on some level with Scott. After all, it was weird for an ex-con to visit a prison as a fake lawyer while trying to get a felon out of there under the noses of the authority. 

The plan was pretty simple. Arrange a meeting with that woman whom Bucky had met earlier, gain her trust, get her out of jail under the pretence of getting her to help with an unsolved case and find out the location and identity of the people behind the theft of Tony’s precious painting.

Simple.

Then why was Bucky’s back feeling so wet whenever a humid wind blew at the opening of every rusty door in the maximum-security prison?

The room was covered in cameras in all corners. To Bucky’s satisfaction, Natasha already told him and Scott they did not record any conversations for lawyer-client confidentiality- so any conversation that was about to happen was going to stay between these three. The musty smell of the room was somehow familiar to both of them, bringing mixed feelings to the surface- to which they barely had time to react when a figure in orange jumpsuit walked in, forcing all their attention on it.

“Hey boys!” You greeted the party, already recognising Bucky from the rendezvous you two had a few days ago. “Ay!! You’re that beat cop no one listened to that day!”

Bucky did not know how to react to that. He was not really expecting their interaction to go this way. Scott, on the other hand, was a little relieved to have your attention glued on anyone but him.

“Oh, right! I told you we’d be having the conversation after I get processed,” you added with a tone of realisation, “Wow, I didn’t know you were so into that robbery!”

You dragged the chair out with your leg and sat on it, legs spread wide- keeping comfort over societal mannerisms. Resting your cuffed hands on the table you gave a knowing smirk to Bucky, who was trying to figure out what exactly was going on behind that viciously delicious smile. “Or is it something else that is intriguing you?” You raised a brow. "Did I use that right? Intriguing you? Something that you're intrigued by?"

"That sounds better," Scott blurted out, regretting it the very second because now your suspicion-filled eyes were all for him.

"You…" you narrowed your eyes at Scott, making the man sit straight in his chair.

"He's my lawyer," Bucky was quick to dive in, "I mean, he's the lawyer we-I... he is interested in represen...He’s a lawyer." For the first time in his life, Bucky was glad Scott and Sam had forced him to watch Law and Order.

“...ok...kay.”

"Scott. Scott Lang," he introduced himself, bringing his hand forward for a shake.

“You have the eyes of a thief,” you stated while Scott’s hand was still in the air, making the poor man slowly take it back while his pale face looked at Bucky with an ‘I told you so’ expression. “No wonder you’re a lawyer.”

Next moment, you slumped into the chair, looking a little offended at something Bucky did. Or so he thought. “Did I hurt you?”

Bucky blinked at you before his brain smacked his accelerating heart to give something instead of just sitting there. “I’m sorry?”

“Did I hurt you the last time we met? I get that I have some kinda...powers but I don’t just throw them around. We could have had a conversation over some prison coffee. You didn’t have to bring your friend here.”

It took three seconds at minimum for Bucky’s brows to shoot up and his lips to crack wide in a smile. “W-what? No! He’s not here for me. He’s here for you. We’re getting you out of here.”

It was hard to put a word into the expression you just gave. Your eyes shifted between the two men while your open lips were shut and your face tilted a little towards the door.

“Uhhhhh-” was the only thing coming out of your mouth till your body got up from the chair and your cuffed hands pressed together towards your company- “listen, cop guy...man. I really meant it in a casual way when I said we’ll ‘talk later’. I don’t really know how much you’ve read into this. I mean, I would say ‘at least buy me dinner first’ but I am kinda scared as to where that might lead us. Good, God! Now I’m wondering what would you have done if I’d said something more like ‘hey, let’s f-”

“NO!” Bucky nearly jumped off his seat, his hands over the table trying to stop your words from coming out from a safe distance. “I’m not getting you out of here because I like you-” he stopped right when he heard himself, watching your curious eyes witness his mouth play him like a ten-cent flute- “no, I mean I like you but not in that kind of...what I mean to say is I know why you tried to steal that painting. I found out from my sources that these paintings are being used by this new mafia around the world supplying narcotics and codes on the trafficked girls and boys to their buyers for bids. And I was hoping you could help us catch the people behind the...painting.”

Bucky was cursing himself right and left, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks at nearly messing it up. Why did she have to be this accurate? His inner voice mocked him before smacking him in the head and calling him a jock.

“I don’t know if you remember but I was caught by you guys while threatening the New Yorkers.”

“While you were trying to help Ste-Rogers. Captain Rogers. And no one caught you. You surrendered yourself.”

“I hate cops. I can’t work with them.”

“You won’t be working with them. You’ll be working with us. Me and a couple of my friends.”

“I don’t work for free. And before you put a price tag on my work, remember that I am inside this prison because I want to stay here. For now.”

“How about a date with Steve Rogers?”

“Dude, you can’t put a price on my-wait what?”

“I’ll ask him to go out with you if you catch those sons of bitches.”

Maybe it was the serenade playing from somewhere inside the prison. Or maybe it was the sun strolling in from the windows. Or maybe it was the mention of his best friend that made your pupils go wider, your fingers work over the skin on your arm, doodling some invisible hearts with a bitchface before you straightened from the table and the sound from your cuffs nearly made Scott fall off his chair.

“I don’t work with supes. They disgust me. Especially Tony Snark and his redhead sister and that C-grade Legolas. I’m out.”

“We won’t be working with them. But I can pull a few strings to get you that date. I promise. And I’m sure Steve...Rogers would be more than willing to go out with you if there is one less bad guy walking out on the streets.”

“...you better not be joking about this-”

“James Barnes.”

“James. Because if you are, I will drive a monster truck into your house, take away your pet and fuck your mother till she forgets her own name.”

“My mother’s dead,” he was quick to add while Scott gasped at the audacity of this bitch- you; you were the bitch.

“Your girlfriend, then,” you simply shrugged. Bucky’s brain straight away flashed to a two-second fantasy of you and Natasha in her room, on her bed.

“Bold of you to assume he has a girlfriend,” Scott chortled till he could see Bucky’s Winter Soldier parts staring at him with all the coldness.

.

It wasn’t in his nature to give a place to bad things inside his Bucky heart. It definitely wasn’t in the now peaceful Winter Soldier’s nature to peek from inside Bucky and stare with stars in his eyes at the woman coming out in her shirt and jeans topped by a leather jacket. She’s bad, his mind kept ringing the gong, real bad. And when that wasn’t enough, she put on those aviators to shield her eyes from the harsh noon sun, walking towards him with the strut that said she was woman enough to grab someone by the balls if need be. You’ll get yourself killed by a woman, Barnes, his mind went off again.

“No, I won't,” he muttered out loud.

“What?” Scott asked.

“What?”

Bucky tried to ignore him, his eyes stuck on you as you came and stood by them.

“Keys,” you ordered, watching Bucky fish his pockets without breaking eye contact and handing the keys of the Land Rover to you. “Let’s go.”

Scott grabbed Bucky by the arm to pull him closer. “Dude! She has the keys!”

“...okay? Why are we whispering?”

“Wh-What are we gonna do if she tries to do something...evil!”

“Like what?”

“Like I don’t know, throw us off a cliff! Or drive us into a wall. Or worse, go over the speed limit in the city!!”

“Relax! I’m here,” Bucky reassured before opening the door to the back seat of the car for him. “I got you.”

Hopping in and sitting next to you, he noticed for the first time how you smelled like a pleasant mixture of spring and citrus.

“What cologne is that?” you called out from nowhere while turning on the engine, turning to look at Bucky.

“Uhhh….it’s an aftershave. For men.” He nodded, cursing himself instantly for adding that last bit. Of course, it’s for men, you twat!

“Smells nice,” you complimented before turning out of the parking spot.

“I’m glad you’re on board with this,” Bucky stated, trying to undo the mess he made a few seconds ago, “I wasn’t trying to overstep when I-we decided to get you to help us out.”

You chuckled, shifting gear.

“Oh, sweetheart! One, I loved this isn’t an automatic. Those are for weak testicled-babies. And two, you clearly misinterpreted me in there. When I said I was not expecting you to bail me outta jail for a date, I wasn’t grossed out by it, darling. I liked it.” You leaned a little closer to Bucky- having a glorious view of his pupils go wide like oceans with endless pits- to end him with one last whisper and wink. “In a very kinky way.”

And just as the car swerved out to the wide road, Scott could feel the air leave his lungs. “What have we done,” he whispered to himself, questioning all that was about to come.

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

My stance on P5 (cause apparently I need to explain myself :/)

So someone just told me someone was vagueing about me on the confessions blog (can’t say my name cause it’s against the rules but they’ll try to get as specific as they can 🙃 if you have issues just be a real anon hater and send to my inbox directly you coward). And I’m not going to do a reblog to that post, because I’m pretty sure that person must be on my blog. Because the post they were vagueing me about was......not tagged.....in the P5 tagged (I did not tag it as P5 nor Persona 5), it was just a post that was on my blog (now if it showed up in the tag or search I dunno why but I didn’t tag it for P5 for a gd reason cause I keep it to my blog). The post was me pointing out how P5 when they first enter Futaba’s dungeon they didn’t have shoes on, but after the cutscene they DID. The post was more comical (with me getting salty in the tags, but then you’d have to go out of your way to read my tags). And tbh, I’m half and half, yeah I know it’s a nitpick, and I’d just chalk it up to an animation error and let it go usually, but it’s P5 and that game is already inconsistent with it’s plot/world building/characters/anything important that I’m like “nah I’mma rag on it cause it’s just one more thing they screwed up” so I’m like half let it go and half rag on it (fun fact, when I saw they didn’t have shoes on I was gonna make a post saying “hey look this is cool, nice attention to detail” and then they messed it up literally 2 seconds later so dklsjf;afa yeah). (oh and btw, it wasn’t just “one” character, it was the whole PT cast at the time 8U” at least get it right 8U)

But the thing is......that was just a post on my blog, I’m not me berating the P5 tag. So that means you, person who vagued me, tend to go on my PERSONAL BLOG. So like....why are you on here? No, don’t ask me about me and P5, I will answer that, but you answer why are you bothering looking at my personal blog? Is it cause of certain content I post? Then just blacklist certain tags (like my “silly plays” tag cause nothing really interesting happens in that tag, or my more negative “persona problems” type tags), I know I need to be better at tagging my asks, but if you like my original content then just.....go to the OG content tags (aka videos/pictures/edits/coloring)? That way you avoid anything not made by me? Or if you don’t have a reason and you’re just here to be mad cause someone doesn’t like your game, then block me. You don’t seem to like me, so just....why are you here? You seem to want to ask why I’m here with P5, and I have my reasons, but if you don’t have a reason to be on my blog then why are you on it?

I’m not saying this to be mean, but I don’t want to be policed, esp if someone is going to be hypocritical about it. And it’s annoying to see vaguing (cause imo you are as bad as someone who sends anon hate, but you don’t have the balls to just send it to me directly XP)

Ok now where’s my stance on P5? I don’t like it, but it’s a part of a larger series and lore which I do LOVE! Which means, considering I’m a LORE WHORE, it doesn’t feel right to just skip a game esp if it could contain info about the MegaTen/Persona lore (or even Character lore) I want to know. In fact, I really hate it when I’m talking lore with someone and if expanded info is brought up from a side game they are like “Oh I didn’t play that game so it’s not canon” No Bethany, just because YOU didn’t play a game doesn’t mean it’s not canon. And no, no one is bullying you over the fact you didn’t play it, you just don’t like being wrong and the person was like “Ok well it IS canon and it’s in the game, you don’t have to play it but you.....can’t ignore this fact, also why are you arguing this part of the lore when it’s heavily established in said game you ignored???? I mean you do you but don’t get mad when someone corrects you. No one’s forcing you to do anything.” Ahhhhrrrrgggh so many convos I’ve seen happen, I’m not going to be on the end that I hate. DX<

Also, P5 is not the entire Persona fandom, so while I put up with it and indulge in it by association, it doesn’t have the ownership of the fandom (like with all the original games+ spinoffs+all remakes/ports and P5S/P5R included, but not mobile games, it’s only 23% of all of Persona in terms of game entries, and that’s overlapping with crossover games, and if we included other stuff P5 is def a minor aspect in terms of entries). It’s not that hard, I’m just a bigger all around Persona fan than I am a Persona 5 critic (I don’t want to say hater, because it feels like it sounds like I’m hating it just to hate it, when really it was a game I was excited for and loved and then it just burned me bad and I’m just dealing with the scorn). Always keep in mind, I loved P5 before I hated it, it’s probably why I’m as salty about it as I am, because I love P5′s potential and....I was just let down (it wasn’t unrealistic expectations, like I said earlier, P5 contradicts itself.....all over the place, it’s hard to ignore and it’s not something that was as big of an issue, or even an issue at all, in other games). 

Why do I still post P5 stuff when I don’t like P5 (by which I mean...posting about the OG manga raws, or wanting to do a partial game to anime dub or even would be willing to help with editing a fandub for the anime)? Because I remember being a newbie Persona/Megaten fan, getting into the series, and wanting to know more about it and it’s side materials but then not being able to have access it any of it (because it was still prettty niche when I first joined and I had no money at the time). I want to give people access to it! Sure it’s harder for me to now to devote time to it (than it was a few years ago), but I want to help with giving access to this Persona/Megaten stuff now that I have some ability! And it also means P5 as well gets some of that love. 8U

As for why I was replaying P5, so this is one thing that’s making me wonder if you are a regular on my blog or not because I’ve been talking about playing the Korean version (but in my one post I forgot to type “silly plays P5/Persona 5 KOREAN” so yeah I forgot to specify Korean at the end). So tbh....I’m actually ignoring P5′s writing while I play (cause I’m just going through the gameplay motions), cause I don’t know korean. 8U And I’m mostly using that tag as a means to point out different things in the korean ver (no that much, but yes Ryu’s shoes ARE censored 8U). But why? Well.....I talk about it here and there but anon/person....1) I’m a trophy whore, I love plat trophies and P5′s is super easy I can get it (and I’m not above playing bad games, oh yeah burn, I’ve played a lot of bad games for plats, and I’ve also played the same games multiple times for plats, I do this to myself but really I don’t mind replaying P5 4+ times for 4+ plats esp since I don’t really have to pay attention). 2) I’m a big MegaTen/Persona collector, I want all the plats I can have (I plan on platting the other versions of the all the dancing games on Vita and PS4, P4G, and the versions of Catherine I don’t have, like I legit have a gd excel sheet keeping track of the versions of Megaten games I don’t have yet....I’m just doing P5 cause it’s 1) one of the easiest to do and 2) it was easier to get my hands on them atm). I don’t talk about my trophy hunting on here that much tbh, but that’s.....really a big reason why I’m doing it (plus with the Korean/CHinese ver I don’t have to pay attention to any story so it’s all good! :D) Yeah I do it to myself, but I don’t really mind. 8U And I mean I tend to keep most of my P5 issue on my blog too. I think the only two posts that I put in the P5 tag were 1) a few consistency issues I wanted to meme about (aka the I’m about to head out post, which was actually the 2nd post I made on that topic but I decided to just meme that one, so I thought it was better than me just bitching, at least I tried to make it a bit funny yet informational 8U), and 2) something that I tbh had an issue since I back when I liked P5 (aka wishing they worked on speeding up the loading times and the fast forward feature), so since I was playing the game I was like “That reminds me, man I hope they fix this in the re-release!”. As for english P5, the only reason I’ll be playing P5 OG in english is for either archiving reasons or research reasons (probably both at once so I don’t have to play through it more than once again).

As for P5R, uhhhhh I’m excited for Kasumi (Jose is cool too, and the new dungeon has me interested too, and all the P2 demons coming back to it makes me wonder what else is/if anything is coming back), she’s my main draw. Yeah it’s connected to P5R, but she looks so much like Hamuko I JUST HAVE TO KNOW WHAT’S UP WITH HER! Hamuko’s my girl, and I need to know if Atlus is going to do something with that, or if I need to be pissed for them literally lifting Hamu’s face! Am I gonna get pissy about P5R’s new add-ons (aka, I’m aware that P5R is probably going to keep the issues from OG P5, so I’mma just judge P5R based on it’s new content)? Yeah, if they kept up the same writing P5 OG had. So yeah, I’m probably going to get pissy if they eff it up, but I’m not going in pissy, going in with really low expectations tbh, but I’m giving it a chance. But if they don’t eff up the new stuff then......that’s good! It means they did something right. So far Kasumi is not Marie so we’re off to a good start. I’m hoping the keep that momentum. 8U

So yeah, I think I have valid reasons for staying, maybe you don’t like it anon/person, but they are there. 

tldr; someone feels like the need to police me despite the fact they could just ignore me (even tho it seems like they specifically came to my blog to get mad, rather than me clogging up the tag, like I post there maybe once or twice every 2 months). My stance on P5 is that I deal with it cause it’s part of a bigger fandom I’m a part of and the fact I love the lore of that bigger fandom so it’s not like I can ignore it. I also have a Playstation trophy problem. 8U And I’m excited for Kasumi is that so bad???? (also I didn’t mention it, but Anne/Haru are enough to keep me around 8U)

[daggcrisms]

((hm. uh. okay. uhhhhh i think i might need to add a new rule to not...... reblog my ooc stuff especially if i say in the tags that i’m gonna delete the post later?? 

unless the thing i post is a psa or some funny meme thing or something, just assume that you should never reblog it if you’re a non rp blog

and here’s just a reminder @ all the personals following me to please! don’t! reblog! my roleplays! i’ve seen one (1) crack rp being reblogged and that’s one i’m gonna let slide because it was crack, but if yall start reblogging my serious rps that’s gonna be a No Thanks from me!!!))

[franeridart]

Happy 1000th post to one off my absolute favorite artists on Tumblr!

This is it!!! The 1k post on this blog!!! It’s me finally getting my ass into gear and answering the asks in my inbox!!! As good charm in hope of not waiting so long from now on hahaha thank you so so much, by the way!!!! :D

Anon said:LITERALLY YOUR TODOROKI IS THE BEST THING IN THIS CRUEL WORLD I LIVE THE WAY U DRAW HIM IM EMOTIONAL HHECK ALSO ALL THE REST OF UR ART IS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD ITS SO NICE UR CHARACTERS ARE LIKE VERY LONG NOODLES THEYRE GOOD™

THANK YOU FOR EVERY KIND WORD AND ESPECIALLY ABOUT THE TODOROKI ONES HOLY SMOKES!!! I don’t draw him much sadly but he’s super fun and comfortable to draw for me, it’s nice to know he also comes out well!!!

Anon said:So like,,, I really miss your bokuroo ;^; Will you ever post with them again???

I haven’t taken a vow that forces me to never draw them again, so, possibly! At the moment posting for the haikyuu fandom is giving me more sad feelings than anything else though, so I can’t promise that’s gonna be any time soon, I’m sorry 

Anon said:bruhh i listened to that chiodos song under ur halo, and that one by memphis may fire that was w that bakugo art that was called not enough and uhhhhh ur music taste is dope care to share some more songs?

SURE I’m glad you liked those! Everything by Memphis is A+ and I love it so if you haven’t you should check out more stuff by them ( No Ordinary Love is super nice, That’s Just Life is very dear to me and so is Divinity, Speechless is… my otp song for every otp ever tbh) -  Bring Me The Horizon is my fav post-hardcore band and both MMF and Chiodos are that genre so if you don’t know them give them a try! (Blasphemy, Run and Doomed are between my faves out of the latest album, and since you liked Under Your Halo you’re probably gonna like Follow You too) the album right before is amazing too if you’re okay with less melodic stuff, but the further back you go with BMtH the harder to listen to they get, just a heads up - Sleeping With Sirens are on the softer side of post-hardcore lately, Fly, Left Alone, Trouble, Fire and Empire To Ashes are some great ones, between the many, and, uhhhh, at this point I might have recced Nothing More a hundred times but let’s make it a hundred and one, try Funny Little Creatures, Do You Really Want It and Go To War out of the newest album! If you’re into punk and female voices you should check out Tonight Alive too, Jenna has one of my two fav female voices in rock right now (Crack My Heart and Temple are the latest two songs out!) and since I always rec stuff but I never rec anything by my favorite band ever, you ever heard of Alter Bridge? They’re more towards hard-rock/alternative metal, but check out Blackbird, Fortress, I Know It Hurts, Cradle To The Grave and Broken Wings just to make it one for every album I really, really adore this band and everything they ever made

Anon said:I adore all of your art, especially your bnha art!!! I had so many of your drawings saved to my drafts before I read the manga and was really looking forward to catching up so I could look at them all!! They’re all fantastic

AHHH THANK YOU!!! This made me smile lots, I’m so glad you like them!!!

Anon said:What’s coming up? Fluffy, dorky or angsty? (I’m talking about your next work XD just to be sure) Have a great day my friend!

LMAO this was about this one right? I’m sort of a fool honestly cause as I drew it it… didn’t feel actually all that angsty to me? I mean, obviously it doesn’t come after anything happy, but they’re working things out! Making an effort! Loving each other enough to try and understand each other better!! I drew it as something positive but in hindsight I should have expected the reactions lmao so I honestly dunno, I feel like telling you it’s most probably gonna be something happy but as it seems I angst without even realizing, lately #rip

@not-enough-kaneki​ said:Pass the happy! 💛 When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people in your notifications! 😊

!!!!! my cats!!!! tea and coffee!!! Bakugou and Kirishima and Bakugou-and-Kirishima and the squad!!!! not having an headache!!!!!! the sound of ocean waves and the sun on winter days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! new music I like!!!!!! nice asks and lovely tags under my art!!!! that’s more than five things but a lot of stuff makes me happy tbh !!!

Anon said:one of my favorite parts (i love every bit of it) of the holiday pic you drew of the squad, is they each have their own personal mug. 10/10

I didn’t think you’d be able to notice Mina’s!!! I’m glad it was visible, I thought I had made it disappear into the background hahaha thank you!!!

Anon said:i just went through your entire kiribaku tag and, honestly, gay (also ur art is soooo good and pure and thank u so much for all the content u make for bnha 💖💖)

It is very gay, isn’t it? The other day I was going through my old stuff and I think I might have slowly turned them mushier oh my hahaha I’m glad you like my stuff, by the way!! Thank you so so so so much!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Thank you for sharing the beautiful Bakusquad Christmas! It’s very colorful and warm & it gives me such a comforting feeling! I love looking at all the details! Kami & Sero’s ribbons, everyone’s mugs, the decorations, all so cute! Especially Mina’s bulletin board with the photos, charms of the boys, & the little alien dude (?) Each time I look at it, I see other cute details!! Sorry to bother you, but thanks again for sharing your art with us! I hope you had a very Merry Christmas!!!!!

It’s not a bother at all!!! Thank you so so much for looking at it long enough to notice all those details!!!!

Anon said:You are so good at giving advice omg

I wouldn’t say I’m especially good at it, I just say what was useful to me lol but thank you! It’s a nice thing to be told

Anon said:Dude, your bakusquad drawings are awesome! Keep up the great work!

Thank you!!!!!!!!!!! I’m super glad you like them!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:The new chapter made me think about Bakugou dealing with his squad as babies all over again. Toddlers would probably be worse.

Depends?? Actually??? Like, at least toddlers aren’t gonna steal his gauntlets and tell him he’s lame and punch him just for the hell of it and be a bunch of smartasses and assholes like. Compared to this bunch of baby-Bakugous he has to deal with in the new arc maybe the squad as toddlers would actually be refreshing lol

Anon said:Um I have a very real crush on ila? Can we please know more about her??

I’m ??? so happy you like her!!!!! I don’t wanna say too much about her cause until I draw her in comics I won’t be too sure about who she really is, but she’s!! a pianist, very tall and sorta insecure about her physical appearance, very soft spoken, incredibly gay, scared of sensory deprivation of any kind. Her full name is Ilaria! Dav calls her Aria, which means air in Italian~ they’re pretty good friends, I have a comic about that I’ve been meaning to draw…

Anon said:So, you like KiriBaku with songs, so what do you think of You Had Me At Hello by A Day to Remember? Particularly the lines, “What have I gotten into this time around, I know that I had sworn I’d never trust anyone again, but I didn’t have to. You had me at hello. I’ve never seen a smile that can light a room like yours, it’s simply radiant, I feel more with every day that goes by.”

s o f t…………. ;; also incredibly fitting considering Bakugou decided Kirishima was his new favorite hero the second time he spoke to him, like, god bless I love those two s o m u ch this one I’m listening to it right now and having feelings (is it Baku to Kiri? Kiri to Baku? why not both for double the feels)

Anon said:Hey Fran!! Have you been keeping up with haikyuu? If so what do you think about the Miya twins? (Personally I think they’re pretty okay, they’re funny when they interact with each other. My favorite of the two is Osamu haha)

I don’t mind them! My fav out of Inari is Kita tho, have to admit - that said I have… sort of been ready for this game to be over for months, now………………

Anon said:Okay but imagine….. Kirishima with freckles

I’ve drawn that, now and again!!! the latest one was this one, and another one I remember is this one :D I’ve been liking the idea of him with freckles even more since it’s become official his hair isn’t naturally red? So now and again I add them in, even though they’re usually not much noticeable haha I do so with Bakugou too from time to time, actually… and the rest of the squad… I just… love freckles a lot… haha

Anon said:Love the squad, love the squad kisses.

HECK YES the goal is to draw at least one smooch for every couple sooner or later !!!

Anon said:I hadn’t even realize that I stuck around for a whole year OwO, anyways, congratulations! Your art style has improved much more than you think, especially since you’ve gotten more into coloring ^o^ I noticed that you’ve also been doing more complicated poses too, so, it’s the little stuff that counts ♥️👍 Hope to see more spontaneous art next year, love you Fran!

THANK YOU SO MUCH I love you lots too??? honestly??? This ask means the whole world to me, I really can’t see much improvement after all but knowing you can DOES help a whole damn lot

Anon said:So I came across this fanfic where Uraraka and Todoroki were a thing. I’m personally not a fan of this rare pair, but the whole scenario was the cutest thing ever. Todoroki basically asks Uraraka to help him confess to Midoriya, but in the process falls in love with her instead.

Awwww that sounds cute! Can’t say I have any particular feelings about the ship, but I am up for Todoroki with nearly anyone so why not!

Anon said:Bro bro bro I’m sorry if this is the wrong channel to go through or something but holy shit I just spent hours going through your entire tumblr and your. Art. And. Concepts. I… can’t??? DUDE YOU’RE AMAZING AND YOUR TATTOO AU!! I?? Just thank you so much for all the awesome work you do honestly made my entire fuckin week with your blog, you are WICKED GOOD AND FUNNY AF. That’s all I got go on with your day you talented ass fiend

I’M CRYING!!! OH MY GOD THANK YOU!!!!!!! I’m gonna pick this ask and frame it right on top of my desk!! The heck!!!!!!

Anon said:Why is Bakugou such a fuckin meme

The real question is why is everyone in class 1A a meme. How do they even keep up. How much of the shit they say on a day to day basis is actually just catchphrases from other 1A kids repeated over and over again. How much of the deadpan ridiculous shit Todoroki says has become an inside-joke. How many 1A kids move and talk like Iida just for the hell of it. How often do they yell DIE at inanimate stuff when it pisses them off. How much stuff is defined as manly even though it has nothing to do with manliness. Do they say “going wheey” instead of “frying one’s brain”. Can anyone outside of 1A even understand them when they speak at this point.

Anon said:You are amazing human bean and I love you 💖 Keep being great ✨👏

Thank you??? ;O; I’ll do my best!!!

Anon said:Just annonly passing by to tell you I F'ing love your take on Ashido And the Kids XD … Way to much fluff And laugh for my heart

THANK YOU!!! I’m happy I can make you laugh!!!! :D :D :D

Anon said:I love you god bless you and your art! THANK YOU!

NAH THANK YOU FOR BEING THIS NICE!!!

Anon said:Hi! I absolutely /adore/ your BakuKiriKami art! I was wondering if you had any headcanons about them/what inspires you to draw them?

More than headcanons for them I have an incredible amount of scenarios I’d like to see them in! And when they’re compact, complete things I usually draw them, which is what inspires me really haha that, and seeing them interact in the manga! Lately I’ve been really drawn to Bakugou and Kaminari’s friendship, actually, so the romantic stuff has fallen in the background while my mind is preoccupied with thinking about them as platonic good pals ahhhhhhh as soon as I’ll work through it I’ll probably get back to drawing them as romantics, that’s just how my mind works lol

Anon said:I love the casual clothes you design for MHA characters! And I really enjoy reading your headcanons-always creative and fun! Is there anything you’d add to anyone’s hero costumes in class 1-A (something that might prove useful/practical for them, or something you’d add just for the heck of it)? Sorry if this is a stupid question or if you’ve answered a similar question before. Thanks for your time!

It’s not a stupid question, don’t worry!! But I generally like to leave myself in Horikoshi’s hands for this sort of stuff, since I both enjoy the costumes as they are AND don’t want to be disappointed in case what I hope for doesn’t actually happen - that said, I’ve mentioned before that I’d really like Aoyama to get redirectors for his laser on his palms and for Kaminari to get a close combat weapon, since with the quirk he has anything metal would actually work wonders for him! He mentioned a sword, but I rest my case that tonfas would be cool, I really want him to use tonfas. A “costume” I don’t understand is Hagakure’s, by the way - would be nice if she got an actual costume and also I don’t really get why she’d wear gloves at all?? Mirio’s costume was made using his hair, I really want her to get something similar! That’s about it tho, I haven’t really thought much about anyone else in that sense~ 

Anon said:Hello! A few weeks ago I asked about the bracelets you drew for Baku & Kiri. (That art is so beautiful!!) I was wondering if there’s a story behind them; such as, did one of them buy the pair, or did they pick them out together? I’m sorry if it’s a dumb question and if I’m bothering you.

THIS ASK I had lost it, thank you so much for sending it my way again! Actually, Kirishima bought it for himself and Bakugou - I mean to draw a small thing for it, be patient with me while I try to get my ass into gear for it ;O;

Anon said:It’s been a while since you’ve done any BakuKiriKami, do you still like that ship?

I do - as I said a few answers above this one, I’m just finding myself weirdly invested in a platonic relationship between Bakugou and Kaminari at the moment, and also Bakushima stole my focus and soul, but I do still like the ship a whole damn lot, definitely still my fav ot3 in the manga~

Anon said:I love your drawings so much, they always make my day seeing them. But I gotta say that kiri with his hair down is my weakness. He just looks so pure, the cuteness factor goes through the roof.

Thank you???? The Kiri thing is true for canon Kiri too, I’m glad I can bring it in my art!!! Mostly cause when I draw him with his hair down I’m never really sure what the hell I’m doing, I’ll be honest with you lmao

Anon said:hello, holy fUCKin shit how are you this damn good at drawing? like, fuck? thank you, bless you, have a nice day

THANK YOU! And all I do is draw, really lmao I wouldn’t say I’m all that good, definitely not anywhere near the artists I admire, but since all I can do is draw as long as I keep doing that I guess I’ll get there, sooner or later hahaha

[tenacioustooru]

About Me As a Writer

1. How did you come up with your username and what does it mean? Well, if y’all know me by now y’all know I love Oikawa Tooru. I was deep within the Haikyuu fandom (still am, actually) when I came up with it. So in essence it’s just Oikawa’s first name and the fact that he never, ever gives up on his teammates and what he believes in. Which is why he’s... tenacious. *ba dum tss*

2. Which fanfic of yours has the most feedback? (bookmarks/subscriptions/hits/kudos).

under the antique sky is currently my most popular work with 7,466 hits, 660 kudos, 156 bookmarks, and 252 subscriptions! It’s the most recent fic I’m working on and the one I most readily update.

3. What is your AO3 profile icon, and why did you choose it?

My icon is Oikawa holding a toddler!Hajime and I chose it because I was writing my second Haikyuu reincarnation fic Beyond the Stars and I wanted my icon to fit the AU I was writing for.

4. Do you have any regular/favourite commenters?

I do! I’m not sure if they have tumblrs otherwise I’d tag them but @aizawa-shoutas and @saltysvga consistently scream to me about my stories so 

5. Is there a fanfic that you keep going back to read again and again?

I often go back to read Leryline’s Three’s a Crowd series because UshiOi and because it’s just so beautifully written I can’t help but go back and read it again and again so please go check it out!

6. How many stories are you subscribed to? How many do you have bookmarked?

Uhhh I have four pages of subscriptions (don’t know what that adds up to) and 62 bookmarks (I often forget to bookmark and just subscribe whOOPS)

7. Which AU do you find yourself writing the most?

Probably the kid reincarnation AU I managed to conjure up. I’m probably gonna end up writing one for every fandom I’m a part of so I’ve got my work cut out for me

8. How many people are subscribed and bookmarked to you in total? (you can view this on the stats page)

55 are subscribed and 425 bookmarks!

9. Is there something you’d like to write about but are afraid of people judging you for it? (Feeling brave? If so, share it!)

Uhhhhh honestly I’ve never given this much thought so I’m afraid this question is gonna be a big fat N/A

10. Is there anything you would like to be better at? Writing certain scenes or genres, replying to comments, updating better, etc.

I’d love to write actions scenes and smut better. And replying to comments. Ever since I started working I’ve been horrible at responding to comments.so I’m sorry for that

11. Do you write rarepairs or popular ships more often?

Mostly rarepairs! Especially for the Haikyuu fandom. But for BNHA I find myself writing for the more popular ships (TodoDeku is life okay?)

12. How many stories have you posted on AO3 to this day (finished and unfinished)?

A whopping seven!

13. How many stories do you have saved in/with your writing program?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA too fucking many

14. Do you write down story ideas, or just keep them in your head?

I have to write them down. Like. My memory is so shitty I have to write down everything that comes into my head. Even if that means texting my friends at four in the morning to scream about it to them and screenshotting it so I have a picture and can refer back to it later because I’m too damn lazy to get up and get a pencil and my notebook

15. Have you ever co-authored a story?

No but my friend Aja and I have a plan for a story so maybe we can get on that soon! Be on the lookout!

16. How did you discover AO3?

I was searching for SasuNaru fanfiction and after digging through the limited reserves of FanFiction I stumbled upon a link to AO3

17. Do you consider yourself to be a popular or famous author in your fandom(s) on AO3?

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA no. Not even.

18. Do you have a nickname or fandom name for your readers?

That’s a thing?

19. Was there an author who inspired or encouraged you to write?

As far as famous authors go I would say Michael Grant and Jodi Picoult inspire me to be better every day. I love their books. And as far as fanfiction authors go, I would definitely say @aizawa-shoutas (novocaine-sea on ao3) 

20. What writing advice would you give to a beginning author?

Keep your head up! There may be days where it feels like your inspiration is so low where you have absolutely no energy to write but keep your head up! There will be days where your creative tank is empty but don’t push yourself. Remember to rest and do something else you enjoy! Pick up a book, binge watch your favorite series or movies -- do whatever makes you happy. Inspiration will return.

21. Do you plot out your stories, or do you just figure it out as you go?

Uh, both. I write out what I’d like for the chapter to contain in one of my many journals but sometimes the story takes a mind of its own and it goes in a completely different direction.

22. Have you ever gotten a bad comment on a story? If so, what did you do?

Oh yeah, definitely. I honestly just ignored it. I don’t need that kind of negativity in my life when so many people have said such nice things about my stories.

23. Is there a certain type of scene that you have a hard time writing? (action, smut, etc..)

Action. And smut. I’m trying to get better at both. But I get so embarrassed writing smut. Not because I think it’s disdainful (you should see my bookmarks). It’s because my skills are so below par that I just cAN’T

24. What story(s) are you working on now?

under the antique sky is my main priority at the moment! I try and update biweekly since I’m working now. But then my OiSuga shapeshifter AU grey havens is next on my list.

25. Do you plan your next project(s) before you finish your current ongoing story(s)?

...........I don’t appreciate being called out like this.

26. Do you have a daily writing goal set for yourself?

No because I’m trying really hard not to push myself since I’m teaching 8th grade but I aspire to write a couple of sentences a day before I crash out. It’s better than nothing

27. Do you think you’ve improved as a writer since you first started?

Sweet Jesus yES. I go back and read my work from just a couple of years ago and I want to burn it all.

28. What is your favorite story that you’ve written?

Beyond the Stars, probably! I’m not sure if I should count under the antique sky just yet because it’s not done but those two are definitely my favorite.

29. What is your least favorite story that you’ve written?

...Remembering Sunday. Which I’ve gotta delete. And fix. Hella.

30. Where do you see yourself (as a writer) in 5 years?

Hopefully with my novel published! I’ve already got the first manuscript done I just gotta work out all the kinks.

31. What is the easiest thing about writing?

Probably characterization for me. I love exploring characters’ personalities and then tearing them apart. Angst is my lifeblood.

32. What is the hardest thing about writing?

Uhh again it’d have to be action scenes. I just. I can’t do them all that well.

33. Why do you write?

I write as both a hobby and a therapy -- and ultimately to bring other people joy in the fandom as much as they bring me! It’s something I’ve been doing since 2nd grade and I don’t ever see me giving it up for the world.

Tagging: literally anyone who wants to do this have at it!

[joyfuldamnation]

Tagged by @smittenghost thanks for tagging me!! 

a-age

im 22 (i know) 

b-birthplace 

a hospital. australia. 

c-current time 

7:46pm

d- drink drunk last 

frappe!

e-easiest person to talk to

this idiot I guess @arrow-esque 

f-favorite song

this one!! 10/10 do recommend. honestly I recommend any pvris song but this is my fave rn 

g-grossest memory

none come to mind

h-horror, yes or no? 

uhhhhh no, keep that away from me pls 

i-in love? 

nope, unless my love for andrew minyard counts 

j-jealous of people? 

massively jealous of people that have their lives together  

k-killed someone? 

heh, nice try. no 

l-love at first sight or should i walk past again? 

i believe in want at first sight? love means feelings. so, you should walk by again, tell me a little about yourself. lets date while youre walking, maybe love will find us

m-middle name 

melissa 

 n-number of siblings 

 3 sisters 

 o- one wish? 

the “having my life together” thing

 p-person you called last 

my mum (and then my mum. and mum again. and again…) 

q-question youre always asked? 

“when are you gonna get your license?”

me: im waiting for self driving cars, leave me alone

r-reason to smile 

i dont know. people being nice? and tagging me in stuff (thanks again @smittenghost this made me smile)

s-song you last sang

probably something by bruno mars. that boy has some catchy songs

t-time you woke up 

 9ish

u-underwear color

colourful

v-vacation 

me and my friends are currently planning a european holiday for later this year (we’re gonna be THOSE white girls)

w-worst habit 

biting my nails? putting off uni? not wanting to do Adult Things (getting my license, getting my passport, getting my ID renewed)?

x-xrays? 

i got one on my face before, that was great fun

 y-your favorite food 

potatoes! so versatile. fried, mashed, roasted. vodka. all the best things 

 z-zodiac sign 

leo. it’s my birthday soon! im gonna have to force myself into doing the Adult Things  

I’m gonna tag @arrow-esque @glitterghost @professorprocrastination @ohdaddario @itsthegameilike @batwyatt (but if you wanna do it, tag me in yours and ill sneakily add it in here later and no one has to know different(also if I tagged you and you don’t wanna do this, ignore me))

[sewn-cutie]

TAG 6 PEOPLE YOU WANT TO KNOW BETTER: @starfirechan, @egotisticalhero, @skeletonwithabowtie, @golden-sun-warrior, @valieente, @tinkiisms

TAGGED BY: @themisfitmouse

NICKNAMES: Hey now, this a family friendly blog!

TIME RN: It’s 10:20 PM. Probably my most reasonable time being on here.

LAST THING I GOOGLED: “excited synonym”

FAVORITE MUSIC ARTIST(S): Amanda Palmer, The Birthday Massacre, Gorillaz, Marina and the Diamonds. Melanie Martinez, Two Steps From Hell, Studio Killers, My Chemical Romance, Nightwish, Guns n Roses, Queen, Rasputina

SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD: Mama by My Chemical Romance 

LAST MOVIE I WATCHED: Crap it’s been a while. Uh...the only movie I can vaguely recall seeing recently was the 3 “Puella Magi Madoka Magica” movies.

LAST TV SHOW I WATCHED: It was Ducktales and it was only one episode cause I needed drawing references.

WHAT AM I WEARING RIGHT NOW: Brown bike shorts with my super old Nightmare Before Christmas t-shit

WHEN I CREATED THIS BLOG: December 2016, but I've been here since 2012 I think?

THE KIND OF STUFF I POST: Sweets, positive messages, cats, pastel aesthetic, doll-like clothes, plush animals, roleplays, cute drawings, dark drawings to add a little spice here and there

DO I HAVE OTHER BLOGS: yeah but good luck finding them active

DO I GET ASKS REGULARLY: nah. 

WHY DID I CHOOSE MY URL: When I made the update to Clementine, I wanted to make sure people’s first impressions was that she was a rag doll, or related to sewing. I was gonna do a pun (like “sew-cute-dolly”) but I thought “sewn-cutie” sounded better. Little fun fact for ya: I wasn’t too sure about this URL in the first place, and I was planning to change it later on. But it soon grew on me and...yeah!”

GENDER: female.

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Uhhhhh I’m not in the Harry Potter fandom.

POKEMON TEAM: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I’m not really in the Pokemon fandom either.

FAVORITE COLORS: Black, white, cream, red, dark pink, dark purple.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: Can go from 5 to 18.

LUCKY NUMBERS: 5 seems pretty chill.

FAVORITE CHARACTERS: Well crap.

BLANKETS I SLEEP WITH: Three, but since the warm weather’s coming, I think I’m gonna boil it down to two.

[spareblog1984]

I don’t get paid nearly enough to appreciate this fucking decor, you think to yourself with a sigh as you sit alone at the hotel bar, your chin propped up on your wrist and your gaze shifting restlessly from your table to the window. The restaurant area is virtually empty save for a handful of guests scattered across separate tables, some chatting amongst each other over light lunches and some sitting alone, bent over their notepads or laptops, an invisible wall carefully constructed around them and the outside world. Absentmindedly, you swirl a teaspoon around the inside of an almost empty coffee cup, the neglected drink within since gone cold, and you barely even notice the repetitive clink-clink sound of stainless steel against porcelain as your mind begins to wander. Uhhhhh yeah that’s all I’ve got for this bit

“Aren’t you supposed to be doing something?” a voice pipes up from beside you, nearly knocking you off of your chair, at which point you regain your balance and turn to face the hotel manager, a stout woman in her early forties, her face heavily made up and her dark hair scraped back into a tight bun. She cuts quite an intimidating figure, arms crossed and lips pursed as she regards you with a single raised eyebrow, and in the short time you’ve been working here you’ve been trying as hard as you can to not get on her bad side, but to seemingly no avail. You grab your coffee cup and swallow the rest of the cold coffee, regretting this decision immediately, but not wanting to waste too much of her time. “Uh— um… not as far as I’m aware,” you stammer, still barely halfway through the process of forcing yourself back into dutiful wage slave mode.

“Well you are now,” replies the manager as she dumps a small black wash bag, embroidered with the hotel’s logo, on the surface of the bar. “The woman in room 439’s just ordered a massage—”

A fucking massage?! “Wh– what??” you wheeze feebly in response, desperately trying to remember if this was mentioned at any point in the job description.

“Do you mind not interrupting me?” the manager snaps back, planting her hands on her hips to assert her authority over you despite her short stature. “Anyway, like I was saying, the woman in 439’s ordered a massage. For her husband.”

Is this some sort of punishment for something you must have done to piss her off? It certainly does feel like it. Very quickly you realise there’s no use trying to talk your way out of this one, but predictably enough you try anyway. “I, uh… I don’t usually do massages, I don’t even know if I’d be any good at it,” you reply, almost apologetically. “Is there really nobody else who can do it?”

Once again the manager raises a heavily plucked and pencilled eyebrow, her expression indecipherable. “You know, [Y/N], I don’t pay you to sit on your arse and backchat me all day. Now come on,” – she punctuates this statement with two hand claps – “get cracking or it’s coming out of your next paycheck.”

With a sigh you grab the wash bag and finally lift yourself from the chair, leaving the restaurant and crossing through the lobby, until you find yourself at the two elevator doors adjacent to the staircase, sighing as you press the ‘call elevator’ button between them. After about half a minute of waiting the doors on your left hand side finally open, and you step inside and press yet another button to send you up to the fourth floor. You momentarily catch your own gaze in the reflection opposite the door as the elevator rumbles to life, the shadows cast on your face by the overhead strip lights betraying the toll that these consecutive late night shifts have taken on you, and for what? The promise of a paltry fucking pay rise? You run your hand through you hair and exhale hard, wondering what other job opportunities would be available to you if you were to pack it in tomorrow, or today maybe, once you’re finally done with this fucking massage or whatever it is. Finally, after what seems like an age, the elevator slows to a complete stop and the doors open, and you step out onto the plush carpet and head down the hallway in search of room 439.

“Give me fucking strength,” you mutter to yourself under your breath as you pass countless doors concealing lives beyond your comprehension, lives you daren’t even ponder lest you become lost in envy, counting each room number along the way. Eventually you reach your destination, composing yourself and straightening out your work uniform before you knock on the door and say, “Hello? Somebody ordered a massage?”

For about a minute there’s no response, and you wonder if possibly you’ve fucked it up already; maybe you’ve got the wrong room? No, this is definitely the right room, you realise as you double check the number on the door again, so maybe you’ve somehow missed the time window in the three minutes it took you to get up here? I’m gonna be sacked for this, aren’t I? you think to yourself, the familiar sense of dread starting to creep up on you again, but suddenly the door to the room opens, startling you momentarily before you finally take notice of the apologetic-looking man standing before you in the doorway.

“Oh hello, sorry I startled you,” he says, smiling shyly, his hand scratching at the back of his neck. “I swear this wasn’t my idea, it was my wife’s, I’ll have to talk to her about this later—”

“It’s fine, honestly. I don’t usually do massages, but the manager insisted I come up here,” you reply, hoping your meagre excuses will put the poor guy at ease somehow, before you add with a chuckle, ”you don’t wanna know what she’s like. My next paycheck’s at state.”

He lowers his eyes with another smile at that, almost as if he’s not sure how to respond to your casual admission of defeat, leaving you with the opportunity to study his features, and oh shit. Ah fuck. He’s handsome in a peculiar way; he must be in his mid-to-late fifties or his early sixties, as evidenced by the age lines around his eyes and mouth, but his wild yet soft-looking jet-black hair gives him the appearance of somebody half his age, as do the black graphic t-shirt and faded black skinny jeans clinging to his deceptively svelte frame, this ensemble finished off with a pair of well-worn black combat boots. Clearly he’s not one for a 9 to 5 office job, which despite yourself almost seems to endear him to you even more. When he lifts his eyes again you notice they’re an incredible piercing shade of icy blue, and you swear you could almost fall into them if you weren’t too careful, but even so you’re not one to risk losing your job over this married man who you only just met less than twenty seconds ago. Isn’t this just sleep deprivation and employment anxiety fucking with your mind? You decide you’d rather not think about it too much as you absentmindedly fiddle with the name tag pinned to your waistcoat.

To your relief it’s him, not you, who’s the first to break the silence. “Well, seeing as you’ve come up all this way… you might as well come in,” he says with an inclination of his head, and graciously you accept, stepping through the doorway and into the hotel room. It’s not unlike every other room you’ve seen in this building before, but still you can’t help but feel as if you’ve wandered into some sort of unknown territory, one you‘re certain you’ll never come back from the same ever again. There’s not much untoward here; two suitcases at the foot of the king-size bed – one black and one leopard print – a MacBook sitting on the desk, a couple of chargers plugged into the outlets, so you turn back toward the enchanting hotel guest to see him checking his phone for a moment, then raising his eyebrows with a smile before he places it on the nightstand. “I’m literally so sorry about this,” you chuckle nervously, “I really hope this isn’t too much of a bother for you, uhh – sorry, what was your name again?”

He turns his head towards you over his shoulder, his sleek black hair shining in the early afternoon light. “Gary,” he replies with a smile.

You find yourself turning his name over and over in your mind, before coming to the conclusion that… it suits him somehow, but in a way that you can’t quite place. “But really, I’m the one who should be apologising,” Gary continues, “Gemma – that’s my wife – this was her idea. I love her, but she’s mad. Think that’s one of the reasons I love her, actually.”

“She sounds fun,” you shrug, before you start to gather some towels from the en suite. “Like I said, I don’t usually do massages but the manager insisted I take this one, and I really don’t wanna lose my job… y’know, even if it is a bit shit.”

Gary nods in understanding, bbbbluhlbuh that’s all I’ve got for this fuckin shit too but I have some dialogue written down before we get to actually fucking do anything

“So, um… what is it you do for a living, Gary?”

“I’m a musician. … I’m actually on tour at the moment.”

“What’s it like?”

“Touring?”

“Mmhm.”

“… I think it’s my favourite part of the job. But, you know… it can get difficult sometimes.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, jet lag’s one thing… being away from our three daughters is another. And of course, anything can go wrong during a show. Some important piece of equipment could break, there could be a power cut…”

“Or some prick could set off the fire alarm?”

“Or some prick could set off the fire alarm, yeah.”

“That happened here last week. Some bored kids pulled the fire alarm and I had to stop cleaning a room and run out to the assembly point holding the last guests’ cum towel. … Yeah, my pay was docked for it. Something about having no sense of priority during a fire drill, but it wasn’t even a real fire drill, it was kids fucking around!”

“Sorry that happened to you, [Y/N].”

“It’s fine, I’ve seen worse. … Does it get stressful? Being in the music industry, I mean.”

“If I’m honest… it does. There’ve been times where I’ve had virtually no faith in my songwriting abilities – I was in pretty heavy debt at one point in my career, and I don’t think I’d have gotten out of it if I hadn’t met my wife when I did. And when I first started out I was practically sick with nerves before my first headlining show… that’s all under control now, obviously. But, uh… touring can still take its toll on you sometimes.”

“Yeah, no wonder. God, you’re really tense around the shoulders here, aren’t you?”

“I thought you didn’t usually do massages?”

“I honestly don’t, I’m just winging it. But believe me, I know stress when I see it. I’ve looked in the mirror enough times.”

okay so at least one person gets a boner, then our hapless fuckin hotel worker reader insert gets to bang garold nyoomunculus

“I’m actually playing a show here tonight, I’ve got to be at the venue in a couple of hours for the soundcheck. … I hope you can make it.”

and THEN it ends like this lmao “Okay, what the fuck, you never told me the guy in 439 was a rockstar?!”