#i'd probably explode in real time

[solmesia]

trans astarion content my beloved

[ourceliumnetwork]

gonna need to figure out how to explain to the visible app that while yes i have signed up to be part of the study to see if weather changes make things worse, it is not in fact the only factor to my crashes and to stop trying to auto answer no for me when the weather's good. sorry bud. my data might be statistically irrelevant for the study but like i know the weather makes it worse! if i could figure out the rest of my life i'd be a better study subject probably.

[harrysfolklore]

yes do the lewis fic pleaseee

short and sweet bc i promised anon i would do ittt i hope you like it

You're fidgeting with your rings - his rings, actually, that you stole months ago - when Lewis notices your knee bouncing for the hundredth time. The arena feels too warm despite your backless Valentino.

"You're going to drill a hole through the floor, love," he murmurs, leaning close enough that his lips brush your ear. His hand finds yours, warm and steady.

"Easy for you to be calm," you whisper back. "You've won eight world championships."

"Seven," he corrects automatically, making you roll your eyes.

"The eighth was robbed and we all know it." It's an old argument, one that makes him smile every time. "Besides, this is different. This is-"

"This is you about to win Song of the Year," he finishes, so confident it makes your heart ache.

You turn to face him properly, taking in how unfairly good he looks in his suit. "How are you so sure?"

"Because," he says, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, "I was there when you wrote it at 3 AM on my kitchen floor. When you called me crying because the bridge wasn't right."

"You're biased," you argue, but you're smiling now. "You have to say that. It's in the boyfriend contract."

"Ah yes, the famous 'support your controversially young girlfriend' clause," he teases, and you can't help but laugh. It's become a running joke between you, how the media can't seem to get over your age gap.

"Speaking of which, did you see that headline yesterday? 'Grammy Nominee Spotted Looking Cozy with Elder Statesman of F1'?"

Lewis groans. "Elder statesman? I'm forty, not dead."

"Ancient," you declare solemnly. "Practically fossilized."

He's about to retort when Taylor Swift takes the stage, and suddenly you can't breathe again. Lewis must feel you tense because his hand tightens around yours.

"Hey," he says softly. "Whatever happens, you've already won. Seven nominations in your first year? That's unheard of."

"I just want-" you start, but then Taylor's speaking.

"Music tells our stories," she's saying. "And sometimes, a song comes along that captures something so real, so raw, that it changes how we see love itself..."

You feel Lewis shift beside you, and when you glance over, he's already watching you with that look - the one he gave you the first time you played him this song, the one that makes you feel invincible.

"And the Grammy goes to..." Taylor's smiling now, like she knows something. "'Birds of a feather!"

The world stops. Starts. Explodes.

Lewis is up first, pulling you into his arms before you can even process what's happening. "That's my girl," he whispers fiercely against your hair. "I told you, didn't I? I told you."

You're crying already, you can feel it, but you don't care. His hands cup your face and he's beaming at you with more pride than you've ever seen - more than after any pole position or race win.

"Go get your Grammy, superstar," he says, and then he's gently pushing you toward the aisle.

The walk to the stage feels infinite. You're aware of everything - the weight of your dress, the cameras following you, the deafening applause. But mostly, you're aware of Lewis in the front row, standing and clapping like he's watching the love of his life win Song of the Year at the Grammys (which, you suppose, he is).

"Oh god," you start, gripping the golden gramophone like a lifeline. "I wrote this song about falling in love. About meeting someone who changes everything when you least expect it."

You find his eyes in the crowd, and suddenly it's just the two of you.

"I should probably thank Formula 1 for canceling that race in Singapore, or I never would've been in that hotel bar, jetlagged and grumpy, when this absolutely ridiculous man in the most expensive hoodie I'd ever seen asked if he could buy me a drink."

The audience laughs, and Lewis is shaking his head, grinning that grin that still makes your knees weak.

"To Lewis - thank you for being the most unexpected plot twist of my life. For showing me that timing is everything, even when Twitter thinks our timing is inappropriate." More laughter. "For listening to every demo at 3 AM, for believing in me when I was just another girl with a piano and a dream..."

You're fully crying now, but so is he, so it's okay.

"For never once making me feel too young or too inexperienced, for teaching me that love doesn't follow anyone's timeline but its own. And yes, I know this speech is probably going viral for all the wrong reasons, but you taught me that sometimes the best stories are the ones nobody sees coming. I love you."

The camera cuts to Lewis, who's not even trying to hide his tears. But neither of you seem to care at the moment.

Later, after winning four out of your seven nominations, you're in the back of the car heading home. Your head's on his shoulder, Grammy in your lap, when he speaks.

"You know what this means, right?"

"Hmm?"

"Now I have to win the championship this year. Can't have you showing me up with all these trophies."

You laugh, snuggling closer. "Better get practicing then, old man."

"Menace," he mutters fondly, pressing a kiss to your hair.

[niwaart]

In a Family without light, I'd like to imagine that maybe after the divorce reader just retires out of Gotham, for the sancity of there peace. Then ends up meeting the love of there life, there peace on earth. The karma it would bring to Bruce and the rest of the family.

Id also like to imagine the retire to the countryside or on a farm in the middle of know where. Damian, Bruce, and Alfred being the most upset that they would give up there life of luxury to living on a cow pasture, but hey reader is content and happy with their life.

You know what would be real karma, batmom getting with Clark, Bruce's longtime friend and coworker. Maybe this is a universe where Lois has died or divorced Clark, and after batmom leaves she gets comforted by Clark about everthing. Hell maybe Clark was inlove with batmom the whole time, they end up getting together and rasing Jon together,

If Y/N decided to leave for good—not just divorce Bruce, but leave Gotham altogether—it would be a devastating earthquake for the Wayne family... and probably the best thing she could do for herself.

Imagine her selling everything, giving up her fortune, and buying a small farm far from Gotham's black smoke. Raising sheep, growing flowers, waking up to the sound of birds instead of Gotham's sirens.

Bruce would be shocked that she gave up all the luxury he could offer her (even though she didn't want it in the first place).

Damian would be the most let down. How could she live among animals and dirt while he was at Wayne Manor? But deep down... he would be the saddest of all.

Alfred would understand. He's the only one who would know she deserves peace.

If she met Clark after her divorce from Bruce, especially if he was also separated from Lois, it would be the cruelest possible revenge:

Bruce would explode with rage. His closest friend? A man of virtue who can't even hate him? He'll feel betrayed for all these years.

Damian will refuse to accept it. How can the "super-peasant" replace him in her heart?

Jason will feel doubly guilty, because he's certain he was one of the reasons she left, and he'll keep looking at her from back, waiting for her to forgive him.

Dick will be happy for her, he'll try... but he'll actually feel nostalgic as he watches her smile with Clark.

If Clark marries and becomes a mother to J'onn, it will be painful for everyone

She, who couldn't have children because of Jason, will now be the mother of a child who innocently loves her.

Tim will feel jealous... because she found a new child to "raise" instead of him.

Damian will turn into a mass of anger and envy... How can that "stupid boy" gain her affection when he no longer deserves it? He will fight with John whenever he finds him using his mother's name.

If Y/N succeeds in erasing Gotham from her memory, she won't visit them, she won't call, she won't respond to their messages. Their memories will become nothing but old pain.

Bruce will realize too late that he's lost more than just his wife.

Everyone will suffer, but she... will be happy, so she won't look back.

[inzuinzudesu]

Please zoom in to see small Kakashi! 😭 He kinda disappeared 😭😭😭

Text translation: "Infinite Tsukuyomi" (無限月読)

Drew these in mid-July - when I started doing digital again actually 🤔

Took inspo from the Balut - a street food in my country; I hear a lot of people are grossed out by it?? Don't know if this is controversial, but I personally love the dish. Essentially grew up with it after all!

Wanted to draw something that feels a bit creepy but still has a sense of mysticality to it???

Meh, don't know if the feeling got across or not

I thought since Halloween is coming up, might as well post this haha

About the process of drawing these!

These were very fun to draw! I messed around a lot with photoshop to achieve this glowy dusty effect?? From the brushes to the blending options, and maaan the filter gallery 😭😭 Such fun tools to play with.

The main brush I used to achieve the dusty effect is called "KYLE Bonus Chunky Charcoal", in the Kyle Dry Media brush set. If you can, I recommend checking it out! There are definitely other ways to achieve this sort of effect, though. You can probably just use some sort of scatter texture brush and it'd work just fine. Studying is all about trying things out, right? This is like my first experiment with this type of effect, and I was happy at the time. Now looking back, these could most definitely turn out better, no? I really went overboard with just the effect and forgot everything else. The blood and the plate looks horrible man. If you look closely, you can see the sketch lines haha! I got lazy!

Also, for Obito's pose, I relied heavily on a reference I found on pinterest 😭 I wish I'd changed the pose more tbh, it looks really boring.

And I gotta say, these just look underwhelming in this smaller size. Like reaaaaaally underwhelming. Would love to show you the big version, but oh well! 😭😭😭

Brain vomit time!

I love the prospect (??? is that the right word) of Obito being all god-like and powerful after Tsukuyomi, having control over everybody's dream worlds?? And like he jumps from dream to dream, but stops at Kakashi's and picks it apart???? Observing and tormenting Kakashi with his childhood form that has both sharingan???????

Kakashi would probably be confused with Obito's appearance at first, asking questions like "What are you up to this time, Obito?", but then wouldn't receive any answers??? Like little man would just stare at him creepily, and Kakashi would push this to the back of his mind for a while???

Umm below is the technical stuff, I guess??

My headcanon is that the time span in the dream world is the same as the real world. Meaning, 30 years in the dream world feel incredibly real, with no gap of memories. It's essentially a different timeline. Whether this makes sense or not, who knows haha!

Let's talk about the dream events and how they affect Kakashi! Due to Sakumo and team Minato still living, this Kakashi probably wouldn't be as lax nor sad as in canon?? The relationships and personalities would be different huh???? I'm having a headache thinking about this, so let's just say that: 1. Sakumo lived because the villagers weren't as harsh, but the animosity still remained. Kakashi still developed this obsession with rules, but he doesn't blame his dad as much. 2. Kannabi happened, Kakashi was given the sharingan, along with Obito's ninja way. Team Minato thought that Obito died for a while, but Obito is 'rescued' by Madara, same as canon. 3. Rin would still be targeted by Madara, but Obito came in time to help with the situation, blocking Kakashi's chidori from connecting with Rin's chest, but also knocking Kakashi away. Then, a Mist enemy took advantage of the situation to attack Kakashi, injuring him gravely, to the point where everybody thought he died. With this, Obito activated his Mangekyou and exploded on the Mist enemies, killing them all. Meanwhile, Rin tried to heal Kakashi, just barely saving him. As Obito had dealt with the enemies, there was no need to rush back to the village, and the Sanbi wouldn't be released till then. And so, they waited for Minato to come and help with Rin's seal. (About Obito's Mangekyou activating with Kakashi's death - would that be too far-fetched? My reasoning is that Obito would think that it was his fault Kakashi died, because it was Obito who knocked Kakashi away into the enemy, no?) 4. Because there's no one to become 'Madara' now that Obito came back to the village, Naruto is born, Minato and Kushina live.

5. The Uchiha massacre doesn't happen.

(Everything is incredibly convenient, because I don't have the brain power to make it otherwise, please help 😭😭) -> In conclusion, this Kakashi resembles the Kakashi of the real world, but less depressed and self-destructive??? He loves his living comrades. My man still has a massive obsession (more like crush lol) with Obito by the way, just like in canon. He just doesn't show it.

-> About Obito of the dream world (I'mma call him Dreambito), he is all sunshine and brightness, but he exhibits some dark thoughts and deep rage from time to time due to the residual effects of Madara's seal on his heart. The seal has been removed though. And he has this obsession with Kakashi's safety, as he almost pushed him to his death once, albeit accidentally.

-> I was debating whether to just start this dream world at the point where Obito got crushed, or to start it at the beginning of Kakashi's life. In the end, I went with the latter, cuz ya know, I like the idea of Kakashi living through a whole life all over again, just to finally come to the realization that it's all a dream. Does that make any sense at all??

Obito (child form - 13) first appears in front of Kakashi at the start of the Naruto series, when Kakashi has officially become the teacher of team 7. (Let's not change this okay, my brain would fry haha I'm not gonna deny that the idea of Obito and Kakashi becoming co-teachers of team 7 isn't incredibly fun though)

After the first encounter with this child Obito, Kakashi begins to have flashes of memories from the real world, and he hallucinates about people's deaths - mostly about the members of team Minato. This young Obito is always in the corner of his vision, most of the time silent, sometimes saying things like "You trash" to Kakashi whenever he encounters Rin, who is whole and grown up in this world.

Kakashi exhibits more destructive behaviors as this goes on, the line between the dream events and the real events slowly blurring. He takes more dangerous solo missions out of the village, and shows strong signs of PTSD, just like in canon.

The two Obitos would contrast each other?? Like Dreambito would be all concerned with Kakashi's decline in health (both mental and physical) and goes to confront and comfort him, many times over because that's how it is with them??? Dreambito might even move in with Kakashi, being the obsessive and protective Uchiha that he is. Meanwhile young Obito would be an absolute asshole, saying all these horrible things to poison Kakashi's mind haha

At this point, Dreambito'd be in the last stage on the journey of becoming Hokage, gaining the all the trust from the Uchiha clan, the village elders and the villagers as a whole. I don't know about Rin, though? Should she be romantically involved with Dreambito or no? Would Kakashi dream that??

I think Kakashi's dream would somewhat focus more on Dreambito being happy and satisfied, to be honest. I know there's Sakumo and team Minato as a whole, but as a degenerate shipper, I love the obsession between them🥺

I don't think Obito would directly interfere with what Kakashi is dreaming about, i.e. changing Dreambito's behavior, or like the political situation of the villages (?). But he would most definitely insert himself in Kakashi's psyche, no? Mess it up real good.

Kakashi would slowly realize that he is living a dream world, after all the flashes of memories that Obito generates in his mind. He would most definitely deny it at first though, I think? And then it would reach a point where Kakashi remembers everything from the real world, but he has also lived through 30 something years of the dream world, meaning he'd be in his 60s?? Does that make sense or no?

And so, while Kakashi now knows that everything is a dream, his feelings for everybody in the dream are real. If that's the case, is it really that important anymore that he escapes the Tsukuyomi? Can this dream world really be called fake at this point? Is there even anything in the real world for him to return to?

What's to say 'the real world' isn't a dream at this point?

-> Kakashi would completely close in on himself after this. He still does things that he would normally do, but it'd be all an act. He would feel completely isolated.

-> Dreambito would notice and confront him again, now that they live in the same house??? Kakashi would like say everything is fine and try to act more convincingly, but Dreambito would still know something's wrong????

-> Obito is observing from afar, who knows what his motivation is at this point.

Because this is Kakashi's dream world, I suppose he would have the power to change this world to his will, now that he's aware? This is like a lucid dream situation???

The people in the dream have their own will up until this point, but Kakashi can somewhat change their behavior if he really wants to, whether it's subconsciously or not??? Example: He can probably will Dreambito to kiss him or something lol

So on and so forth!

Man, I'm having waaay too much fun imagining the pain. There are probably like a thousand things that doesn't make sense haha! I do wonder how this sort of storyline should end though, does anybody have any ideas? Personally, I prefer slow burn with a (sort of) happy ending, but ya know, angst all the way is good too! I can't write, but I love thinking about all the things that could happen 😭😭 English isn't my first language, so this might have felt weird to read at some point haha

If anybody wants to develop this, please feel free to do so! And if you've read this far, thank you for reading this absolute brain vomit of mine! I love to yap, as you can tell haha Have a good day!

[eyekonvivi]

The Seventh Star - Chapter 1 - Katseye x 7th member reader

All right reserved

Notes : Thank you guys for your first reactions, I hope you will like this chapter ! For the new one : the prologue is on my account and the story is also available on Wattpad :)

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Warnings : none

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The moment the cameras stopped rolling, the room exploded—not only with noise, but with movement.

Staff rushed the stage from every angle, ushering people off, managing cables, confetti, and chaos. I stood frozen, just behind the other six girls now officially named Katseye, my eyes unfocused as I tried to anchor myself in reality.

Everything felt too bright. Too fast. Too loud.

I had barely heard my name being called. And yet, the words still rang in my head:

"Katseye will shine with seven stars."

I had trained myself to smile for the cameras, to walk with poise, to never let emotion crack my face. But as I stood at the edge of the stage surrounded by noise and cameras flashing in every direction, my breath caught in my throat. My knees felt soft.

The crowd was still chanting their, our names—Katseye, Katseye, Katseye— making all of this scene more real than ever. 

Suddenly, I'm back in reality when I feel someone looking at me. It's Lara, gesturing for me to join her and the rest of the band backstage.I followed her, my body trembling with adrenaline and disbelief. The girls hugged me again in the hallway. There were cameras on them still, staff rushing by with headsets and clipboards, but all I could feel was the pull of their arms and the ghost of the spotlight on my skin.

It felt unreal. It was unreal.

I was in. 

***

But by the time the stage lights died completely and the seven were herded into their shared room, the air shifted.

I hovered by the door. I didn't feel like I had the right to sit yet

Daniela was the first to speak. Her tone wasn't cold—just careful.

"So... this is real." She looked y/n up and down, then offered a small smile. "Seventh member. Didn't see that coming."

I hesitated. "Me neither."

"Okay, wait—what just happened?" Manon said, spinning in a wide circle and nearly knocking over a bouquet.

"I know," Megan groaned, half-laughing, collapsing onto the couch. "My brain is literally on airplane mode because honestly, I thought the surprise would be a solo collab with LE SSERAFIM or something. But you?" She pointed playfully at me. "Way cooler."

I gave her a polite smile but didn't know how to respond. It felt like I was balancing on a tightrope. Too shy and they'd probably think that I didn't belong. Maybe they'd think that I was trying too hard.

Sophia took off her heels and sighed with practiced elegance. "Well," she said, "I think it's clear this is our new reality."

Yoonchae glanced toward me, smiled briefly, then leaned over to grab a protein bar. "Seventh star."

"I—" I finally spoke, and my voice felt thin. "I'm really grateful. I just didn't think—"

"That you'd be added in the final five seconds of the broadcast?" Lara finished, grinning. "Yeah. Wild."

I smiled faintly when Sophia sat next to me and gently nudged my shoulder. "You did amazing tonight. You held your ground in the choreo. And your vocals were—"

"Powerful," Manon finished, flopping dramatically into a beanbag and tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Like, seriously. That last verse you threw in? I felt it in my bones."

I smiled, grateful. But inside, I was unraveling. They all already had memories together—laughs, arguments, sleepless rehearsals. I'd watched them bond while quietly wondering where I belonged. Now she I expected to jump into a dynamic that felt... set in stone.

A short silence fills the room, each of us realising what we have achieved. Then the calm is broken by Lara's cheerful tone: "Let's get ready, girls! Our life as Katseye is about to begin! "

Next to me, Sophia stands up and adds "Let my life as a charismatic leader begin!"

I let out a soft laugh, quickly followed by the other girls. The laughter intensifies as Sophia's loud laugh echoes in the dressing room.

"A charismatic leader's laugh indeed"adds Yoonchae mischievously.

"Say it the louder ! " exclaim Daniela and Megan, who can hardly stop laughing.

"The maknae these days.... Whatever, let's go celebrate with our families and the rest of the girls, we've got a long night ahead of us" says Sophia with a smile on her face, a soft blush on her cheeks.

Then, I look at my phone, and see lots of messages from my family, congratulating me on my success, including one from my mother who's waiting for me outside. The dressing room falls silent as the rest of the group leave, and when only Manon is left, she pulls me out of my concentration: "Are you coming, y/n? You must be looking forward to sharing this with your family".

I looked up at her and replied, 'Yes, I can't wait,  I'll be right there.' Manon walked over, clapping her hands. "Okay, everyone pause" She points one finger at a non-existent audience  dramatically. "This is a historic moment! Y/n, our surprise plot twist. The French twist!"

I couldn't help but laugh. Me and Manon had always exchanged little bits of French backstage. It had made me feel less alone. But now... now I was one of them.

Was I?

I didn't feel it. Not yet.

***

Later that evening - The Dorms 

The dorms were buzzing. A staff meeting had handed them new schedules, branding info, a soft embargo on social media until the formal reintroduction. Everyone was exhausted, yet wide awake from the adrenaline.

I was sitting on the sofa in the shared living room, reading by myself, listening to the noises coming from the kitchen.

"Wait, Manon, you can't put butter in a mug cake—"

"Do not disrespect my grandmother's methods—"

"Daniela, are you texting the vocal coach at midnight?"

"I'm just asking if she meant E-flat or E-natural, okay?"

No one had been rude. Not directly. But I felt it—the slight delays in response, between some of the girls when she spoke. The tightness in Daniela's tone. The unspoken truth: I was not a part of their memories. Not yet.

The thought was interrupted by a voice behind me.

"You're thinking too loud."

It was Sophia, holding two mugs of herbal tea.

"I thought you might need this," she added, handing one over. "Megan's already knocked out. Daniela's still pacing. Manon's stress-baking cookies in the microwave with no recipe."

I cupped the mug in both hands, grateful for the warmth. I laughed, just a little. Sophia sat beside me on the sofa. Her posture was effortless, elegant even in exhaustion.

"Wanna talk about it?" she asked.

I hesitated. "Do they want me here?"

Sophia didn't answer immediately. She looked down at the tea in her hand, then met my eyes with calm honesty.

"I think everyone's still adjusting. We had this idea of what Katseye would look like, and then suddenly—there you were. But adjustment doesn't mean rejection."

I swallowed. "Daniela didn't even speak to me tonight."

"She's competitive," Sophia said gently. "You probably remind her that she doesn't have control over everything."

That landed harder than expected.

"But," Sophia added, "you'll prove yourself. You already are. And believe me—Megan likes you. Manon adores you. I trust you. That's three out of six."

I gave a soft laugh. "Half."

"It's enough to start with."

The hallway light buzzed softly overhead.

I took a slow sip of tea. In the other room, I could hear Megan laughing in her sleep—Megan, who had gone out of her way to compliment my vocals even if her jokes hit a little fast. Manon had insisted that I try the microwave cake earlier. Sophia had given me this moment, this calm.

I didn't have the full group yet.

But maybe, just maybe, I was starting to carve out myplace.

"I want to be worth the surprise," y/n whispered.

Sophia smiled. "You already are."

***

Hallway – Around  2:00 AM 

The apartment was quiet now.

I wandered out into the hallway in oversized socks and one of the Katseye crew hoodies. The silence was a relief, though it also made me feel exposed, like an echo in someone else's home.

I stopped in front of the bathroom mirror and stared.

I looked the part. Sleek hair, delicate makeup, poised expression. The kind of girl people looked at and said, I am meant for this.

But inside? My chest still felt hollow. I thought about the fans watching the broadcast. I imagined them pausing the screen when her name was called, turning to each other with confused faces.

"Who's that?"

"Wait—why her?"

I hadn't trained with the others for as long. I hadn't had the same story arcs. I was the "surprise twist," the unexpected card played at the last second.

I silently make my way to the balcony, grabbing a blanket from the sofa. Lara stood there, her phone in hand. "Couldn't sleep?"

I shook my head, then respond "What about you ? Why are you here so late at night ?" 

" I was just talking to my sister, she was as surprised as I was by the announcement of a seventh member." She stops talking, looks at me curiously for a moment, then adds "Come and sit with me for a moment, there's plenty of space on this bench"

I sit precautiously next to Lara, and seeing her shiver slightly, I spread the blanket over our legs.

"Thanks, Lara. Look, I know we haven't had much chance to talk today, but I'm grateful to have you by my side in Katseye. Who else would I have been able to practice my rap with?" She adds with a light laugh.

"I must admit, I would have missed it too, Lara, but I realised what I was missing when I heard the six names called, it was quite extraordinary !"

"I can imagine that when I heard your name, my heart missed a beat, so it must have been multiplied for you !" 

"Yeah, I still can't believe it," I said, smiling.

"I know it hasn't been an easy day, the atmosphere's been pretty tense, Dani's on edge, I haven't been the most friendly person myself and I'm sorry... It's just that it's hard to see your plans turned upside down. But disrupted for the better, don't let you think otherwise, we're all happy to have you around even if we don't express it in the same way..."

"True. But I can't wait to discover the world of the music industry, to make the crowds sing, to travel, to become an official adult in this world and above all to discover the new home that the label has promised us ! " I exclaim, my heart a little lighter thanks to this moment.

"We have a lot of memories here of Dream Academy, but it's time to fully join Katseye and discover our new housemate," Lara replies to me, thoughtfully, stargazing.

"As long as I'm not with you, I could sleep in peace, without having to hear you sing in your sleep," I tease Lara, nudging her in a friendly way.

"Hey, that only happened once !" she exclaims offended.

We laugh together and sink into a comfortable silence. Lara rests her head on my shoulder and for the first time today I feel confident, light, as we share this moment of calm before the storm.

[radioactiverats]

Mentor Starscream x seeker!reader (18/?)

Centuries late, your trining instincts start to show... and it's a mess all around.

SORRY FOR THE LONG PAUSE the opps got me for this one... my brain exploded (in a good way) after being introduced to seekers trining and flocking by @quasarwake (this is for you! And here is their beautifully written headcanon post about trining and seeker culture pls check it out!!) and finally it's... finished not perfect... it is There. I'd love to branch out on it more so I suppose the trining/flocking arc is something new in itself haha. Pls forgive this one real life has been so busy and my writer's block is huge TvT

Final year in the Academy was when group maneuvers were introduced. This coincided quite nicely with a period of time in which the trining instincts of young seekers would begin to emerge.

Historically, there were plenty of successful trines whose members had met as part of the same Academy squadron. Final year was a crucial period of social development for most, and with no shortage of young, curious cadets about, there were plenty of opportunities to experiment.

To maintain the balance as a species, the number of bots naturally inclined to be trine leaders tended to be lower. Good thing, too, most instructors would groan good-naturedly, because budding trine leader instincts were, bluntly put, an absolute nightmare.

Group maneuvers, exams, and the cherry on top for about a third of the squadron was to be overwhelmed by volatile, overpowering flashes of need. The need to protect. To claim. To breed, even, although that one had been banned on threat of a shameful expulsion. If you can survive final year as an emerging trine leader, they used to joke, you can do anything.

The result was a subset of cadets who oscillated wildly from mood to mood, constantly on edge from overactive sensory nets, set off at the slightest provocation and a little too eager to challenge one another for possession of quite literally anything. These fights ranged famously from ownership over one inch of space on a shared berth, a poster, to asserting a claim over a potential amica or trinemate. However, as young seekers matured, youthful trial and error would ultimately hone these instincts into something more refined, something that could be kept under control. Something that could be tactically employed to lure in potential trinemates, or even other trines.

As it were, the experience was completely normal for seekers - simply a response to the social need embedded deep in your coding that both made sense and was embraced as a part of seeker culture.

Had you lived a normal life, you’d probably have gone through the same thing without incidence.

Unfortunately for you, being pulled into an all-out civil war immediately after your first year came with no shortage of consequences. For centuries, as you struggled to adapt to the war, the desperate need to survive had put everything else on hold. Coupled with an obvious lack of peers, your social development was, in a word, lacking. In two words, practically nonexistent.

After centuries of war, you’d grown relatively accustomed to your new normal. As accustomed as one could be, anyway, and it was largely due to Starscream that you’d survived this long. Your dependence on him was only natural, even as the fruits of his training began to show and your dependence shifted largely to a more emotional one. Neither of you could come close to claiming emotions as your forte, but centuries being by his side was enough to excuse some sentiment, surely?

The point being that suddenly, your frame had decided it felt safe enough in Starscream’s continued presence to catch up on delayed developmental processes. And apparently, trining instincts were first on the list - instincts that should have emerged centuries ago.

Thundercracker had been hovering worriedly for several days now. Either he wasn’t being sneaky about it, or you’d somehow grown optics at the back of your helm, because your EM field prickled in an uncomfortable flare - just enough to irritate you - every time he glanced over.

“What?” You finally snap, and immediately feel bad. Thundercracker shrinks back, despite being so much larger than you are. Panic mars his normally gentle features, and the startled spike of his EM field has you rushing to him immediately, unaware that your own field is desperately trying to soothe his.

“TC, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me…”

“It’s okay,” Thundercracker says. He just sounds worried. Brushing it off, forgiving as ever. You feel guilty as you try to ignore the hot, itchy prickle of your EM field.

Thundercracker’s a good trinemate. Receptive to his trine’s needs, and it seemed that had extended to you. No wonder Starscream had chosen him - wait.

Why are you thinking about that?

“Cadet?” Thundercracker looks really concerned now, and you cycle your optics as you physically try to shake the strange thoughts from your processor.

“It’s nothing,” You blurt. “I’m fine, TC.”

“You sure?”

You viciously tamp down the urge to snap at him again.

“Yes. Don’t worry, I’m sure it’s nothing.”

---

Thundercracker, however, refuses to believe it’s nothing. Even if he doesn’t know that your irritability is down to emerging trining instincts, he knows something is wrong - and unfortunately for everyone involved, that’s enough for him to fly into a tizzy of worried fretting à la trinemate. Well, sort of, anyway.

‘Girls Night’ is Thundercracker’s idea - no doubt something he’d gotten from his Terran movies. After studiously watching a string of teen rom-coms, he’d deduced that ‘Girls Night’ was a special sort of gathering that one had with their amicas with the purpose of venting unpleasant emotions. And quite obviously decided that you needed one.

However, the idea actually makes it past fantasy and into the realm of reality because Skywarp had latched onto it gleefully, determined to have his claws painted as Terrans did with nail polish.

Satisfied with the drying coat of vibrant purple, Skywarp’s loud intake had steered the conversation in the direction of Girls Night’s one missing member.

“I invited him,” Thundercracker said sadly. “But he’s always too busy. He never comes to movie night, either.”

“He does,” Skywarp sniffs, sprawled out in Thundercracker’s lap. “But he just stands at the back like some creature of the Pit to watch it.”

“Really?”

“Yup. I heard him quote ‘Mean Girls’.”

“Maybe he was just busy tonight, then,” You say absently. You could probably find out if you went back to your shared habsuite. Probably find him cursing over a stack of datapads at his desk. Had he refueled yet? Your optic ridges furrow.

Thundercracker clearly wants to say something, having noticed your displeased frown - but Skywarp decides that direct action is the more effective option. He grabs your arm, tugging you towards him before you can get up.

“Stop worrying about Screamer for two kliks and just relax. He’s a grown bot, he’ll live without a cube for a couple of cycles.”

You open your intake, ready to protest, but Skywarp promptly shushes, you, fussily arranging you to sit in front of him with your wings spread.

“And when’s the last time you were preened? You’re gonna let Screamer see your wings when they’re looking like that?”

“My wings are fine, thank you -”

“You look like you flew through a tree,” Thundercracker says sympathetically.

You turn your wide, betrayed optics to him. “TC!”

“Oh, you totally did,” Skywarp cackles. He throws a handful of leaves over your shoulder, picked deftly from the seams in your wing plating. “What do you call this?”

“...I hate you guys.”

“No you don’t,” Skywarp says sweetly. “Now hold still.”

You sulk a bit, but relax slowly into the preening. Unexpectedly, Skywarp’s digits are extremely careful and meticulous as they work at the seams of your wings, ailerons, spoilers. Your EM fields lap lazily against each other like waves on a beach, dipping in and out of shallow merges, just enough to feel echoes of each other’s emotions.

“-Screamer was talking to that bot who used to serve under that Winglord from vorns ago? But I think it fell through.”

You’d been listening to Skywarp and TC talk idly for a while, but at this, you can’t help but voice your confusion. “Why would Starscream be talking to bots when he already has a trine?”

"He wants a flock," Skywarp says absently. "Has for some time now."

"What's a flock?"

They blink at you. Skywarp’s digits still on your back.

"How do you not know what a flock is?"

"In case you missed it,” you say irritably, “There is a war happening."

Behind you, they exchange a glance.

There you go again, being oddly irritable. You grimace.

"Like joining trines," Thundercracker explains carefully. "To form a larger group."

"Oh?"

“You missed out on a lot of stuff, huh?” Skywarp remarks. Blunt as always, but not cruel.

“Yeah… It’s fine. I’m just… a bit late, that’s all.”

You reset your vocaliser with a loud click.

At the very least, you tell yourself, you’re alive. That means you can catch up on what you’ve missed. No big deal.

Thundercracker and Skywarp watch you take a shuddering in-vent, but thankfully don’t comment on it. Probably because your EM field is spiking something awful, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“So,” you ask, in an effort to move on, “how do trines join up?”

"Trine leaders do their own kind of bonding," Thundercracker says patiently. "I don't know what it entails, though."

"I know," Skywarp pipes up. "Copious amounts of fra-"

"'Warp, shut up!"

You swivel back around and TC's optics dart to you, half mortified, half apologetic. "Not all leadership bonds are like that."

“Uh-huh,” You mumble, only half listening. Your processor had fired on as soon as you heard about trine leaders bonding. That was possible? That was a thing? You thought it ended at trines, and everyone else was just… oh. That explained why the other seekers were so… open. Huh.

“It’s true,” Skywarp grumbles sulkily. “But there’s also the thrill of the chase and all that.”

“The what?”

“You gotta show off, duh. Like fly fast, do some real fancy stuff in the air that gets another leader’s attention. And if they’re interested, it’s their turn to show off. By catching you.”

Thundercracker has a soft, dreamy smile on his faceplate. “I remember when we caught you.”

Skywarp bristles. “Wipe that look off your faceplate! It wasn’t romantic at all! You practically shot me out of the sky!”

He seethes for another klik, but abruptly cycles his optics and shoots Thundercracker a look. A very flirtatious look. “…It was kinda hot, though.”

And that’s your sign to leave.

---

You can’t remember when touch was something that came with ease around Starscream. Early vorns were marked by firm adjustments to your posture during training, which evolved to hesitant but gentle strokes across your faceplate to wipe coolant away. You’d touched his wings not long after - under regrettable circumstances, which were to weld his injuries with trembling servos. He’d never spoken of it again until few nights later when you bolted awake, still shaking with the residual fears of a particularly vivid nightmare that involved torn wings. He’d wordlessly gathered you close, glowing red optics the only light in the darkness that ensconced you - sheltered you with a wing, and murmured to you that he was in safe and in one piece and it was because of you.

When had those embraces left the cover of darkness? To touch in the daylight was to admit you cared. You remember now, the incident that had unlocked the floodgates - to your own surprise, in hindsight, it hadn't been particularly poignant. You’d stomped back to your shared quarters after a particularly shitty day, found Starscream lounged lazily on the berth, reading reports - and you didn’t even think. You stomped over and faceplanted directly on top of him like a ragdoll, faceplate smooshed against his chassis. You were too angry at your stupid, shitty day to notice the way he froze up at first, but he didn’t say anything, nor did he make any attempt to move. You really only came back to yourself when you felt his servo pat your back, EM field spreading indulgently outward to temper your prickling rage.

“Who was it this time?”

If Starscream wasn’t going to think too hard about touch as a way to comfort, then neither were you.

So, you’d never really thought about it. But ever since Girls Night, you wonder if your and Starscream’s ease around touch speaks to something in your coding. Still, without knowledge of trining instincts, that’s about as far as you get for another period of time.

You’re sprawled on Starscream’s chassis one muggy afternoon, too hot to do anything but doze as he reads reports - one servo holding a datapad and the other at the base of your spinal strut. You’re halfway towards recharge, relaxed enough for random thoughts to float lazily to the forefront of your processor.

The smell of gunpowder and polished metal, smoky notes of that fancy wax he insists on using. You inhale deeply, indulging your olfactory sensors, and rub your faceplate against his chassis. Smooth, warm. The ticklish, staticky buzz of his EM field. He mutters something about energon mines, servo rubbing absently at the base of your wings, tracing the seams of your back plates. Mm. Nice. Instinctively, you open your intake. You just want to…

Above you, Starscream grunts in surprise.

“Did you just… bite me?”

You open your intake, an automatic apology on your glossa - but as you glance up guiltily, there’s something in his optics that makes you hesitant to apologise.

Apologising would be to move on, and something in your coding screams at you to bite it back.

Eventually, Starscream sighs.

“You’re not sorry, are you?”

“…No.”

He grunts and turns back to his datapad. Only pretending to read the mistake-riddled report, as he’s only too aware of the way your denta nip the edges of his plating, grazing soft mesh - only to soothe with small licks of your glossa. Your faceplate remains buried in his shoulder, as if guilty about what you’re doing but unable to stop all the same.

Unable to focus on the glyphs in front of him, his optics slide to the top of your helm. Considering.

After years of facing unruly cadets at the Academy, Starscream knows what’s happening - surprise washes over him before it’s replaced by a touch of guilt for... forgetting. It’s starting to make sense. Centuries late, your trining instincts are rearing their heads - and you’re showing signs of being naturally suited to the role of trine leader. You don’t see the way Starscream’s expression turns thoughtful.

Should he tell you what this is, or let you organically discover your instincts to trine?

Instincts as trine leader, no less?

Starscream’s servo tightens on your hip.

“…You don’t have to be so surreptitious about it, you know.”

You freeze mid-lick, tip of your glossa out.

“Just don’t leave marks,” Starscream says gruffly. “I’m not a chew toy, and I just got my paint touched up yesterday.”

You continue to look guilty for a second before what he says actually sinks in.

“You don’t mind?”

“Are your audials in need of repair?”

You bite him in response, and take satisfaction in the sharp hiss that escapes his vocaliser.

---

The other bot’s wings are big, and you see Starscream’s optics flick appraisingly to them before he cocks a hip to continue the conversation, posture lazy and inviting. Your optics narrow suspiciously before you realize with horror that he likes what he sees. Behind him, you watch the other bot take notice of Starscream’s approval. All at once, you remember Skywarp’s remarks about Starscream wanting a flock, and the scowl on your faceplate deepens as the other bot flares his wings, proudly showing off his wingspan. You’d punch that smirk off his face if this didn’t sound like a relatively important conversation, but the swirling interest of Starscream’s EM field only adds to your dismay.

You glare at the fluttering motions of the other bot’s wings - subconsciously flaring your own out.

…Your wings are also big.

Well, they’d belonged to someone much bigger than you, so of course they are.

But no matter. They’re yours now, and for once, a surge of something much, much stronger overpowers the vague sense of disconnect you feel from the weight on your back. These wings are yours, and by Primus, you’re going to show them off.

Glancing at Starscream, your engines rumble with displeasure when you realize he’s leaning against the wall, by all appearances not just fully absorbed in the conversation, but also enjoying it.

You can go wider.

Nearly matching the other bot wingtip to wingtip.

Wider.

A heady thrum of energon races through your fuel lines, fogging rational thought in your processor. All you care about is winning. Beating the other bot, because he’s not going to care about Starscream as much as you do, and -

“-Cadet! What in Primus’ name has gotten into you?”

You blink. And realize that your EM field is spiking erratically, hostile - you’d been glowering at the bot, wings spread intimidatingly to their full breadth.

“Uh,” You say intelligently.

“Nevermind,” The other bot says abruptly.

You and Starscream watch him leave in silence.

“Sorry,” You offer.

Starscream scrutinizes you for a long moment. “You’re not, are you?”

“...I’m not.”

You check your internal chronometer, ignoring the way Starscream stares at you. He usually takes a cube around this time.

“The usual flavourings?”

He studies you for another moment, contemplative. Eventually, he just sighs.

“Yes. Make it snappy. I’ve got a lot of work to do tonight.”

You smile smugly. Cadet, one. Other bot, zero.

Previous / Next (Part 18.5, an incredible piece by @quasarwake fleshing out the tumultuous history of Cadet’s wings in beautiful and emotional detail. Huge fan of the way he details the intricacies of Seeker bonds, and much love for letting me go wild with his Seeker headcanons!! Please give his writing some love :)))

Part 19

[bugs1nmybrain]

✨️ L Lawliet w/ a Shy & Insecure Reader Headcanons ✨️

Notes: I got real specific here. I need some validation haha. I swear if L ever complimented me I'd implode and then explode like I've done many times in the DS game (don't make fun of me >:<)

I'm adding pink text and sparkles to the title. Cope with it DN twt

Warnings: 18+!!! There is some sexy content, no gendered terms or pronouns. I tried being inclusive with the sexy stuff. Talks about poor self-esteem and insecurities. L being his rude ass self at one point. Reader described as quiet. I did indeed write L as a sweetheart, and I don't regret it one bit! :D. Not proofread

For starters, shy isn't a problem for L. He appreciates that you're quiet and relatively polite. It makes it easier for him to get away with dating you because he knows you're not going to be obnoxious around headquarters, and there's a good chance you'll never even mention that you're his partner

He finds it vry cute. Especially when you stumble over your words when he flirts with you. His pride is very comfy with you.

You are a perfect parallel play lover!!! He's grateful that you don't pester him when he's busy, but he doesn't mind you being around him. You can draw, do homework, write, play video games, anything. He just appreciates your company. He's also 100% paying attention out of his peripheral vision.

But because you're quiet, sometimes you don't share all of your thoughts with him and it can make for a satisfying relationship. L sure as shit isn't disclosing a lot of stuff, so he sees it as even

A lot of your secrets are insecurities, though. You worry a lot about your competency as a romantic partner. Whether it's your intelligence, physical beauty, personality, interests, anything really. You're always anxious that you're not enough, and not enough for him.

L knows well that you lack confidence. He's torn, actually, because he wants to see you become more sure of yourself and he'll try to help. He teaches you skills when he has time and makes sure to compliment you when you do something good. Sometimes he stretches the truth in his praises just to make you feel better. He knows you value his opinion a lot.

However, your insecure nature is an easy opening for him to get away with a lot. Nothing that serious, but secret tests are a given with L, and he does like to test if you'll push through him not given you the validation he knows you want. It actually does make him feel like 10% bad, though, and he'll make up for it.

He understands why you're insecure, but at the same time, he thinks it's silly. Especially when you admit to him that you're worried about your physical appearance or sexual abilities. It's in those moments he just wants to tell you to stop because "have you seen me, y/n?"

But yes please flatter his ego

When you started sleeping together it actually was pretty smooth and natural

I truly believe L was a virgin until you, so he probably wasn't much more confident than you

The doom of adult virginity/inexperience is that everyone expects you to be pornographic by now, and for an insecure person that can be very demanding

L doesn't expect that and won't be disappointed by something slow and "vanilla." He likes that, honestly. But of course, if/whenever you're ready for something more spicy, he's very open to communicating about it

This guy is just happy to touch you, period

If you fumble because you're nervous, he's not upset, but he'll redirect you with affirming words

He does admittedly get irritated by consistent nagging and the self-deprecating comments you make. It annoys him after a bit. He'll likely disengage to avoid hurting your feelings, but if you're persistent, he'll give it to you straight.

"The only thing you should be insecure about is that you're a broken record."

Fight the tears

It actually does make him upset when you doubt him and his love for you. It makes him feel like you don't trust him. L is aware that he's deceptive by nature, but he wants you to trust that he values you. He certainly wouldn't be in a committed relationship with you if his feelings weren't genuine

So he reminds you. Again. And again. That he wants you in his life and treasures you

You're lucky that he loves you so much

Sometimes, you'll go through periods of isolating from him because you're afraid of bothering him. Trust me. He's glad to have time to work, but he does pick up on your distance quick

You're so afraid of asking him for attention

or even just a bite of his cake. He always offers, tho.

But yea. L is a busy guy and comfortable in seclusion, so he isn't that clingy. He can go a long time without checking in on you, which doesn't help the paranoia

When he decides to take a break for once, usually his first instinct is to either 1. Get coffee or a treat, or 2. Make a bee line to see you!!

OR 3. BRING YOU FOOD TO SHARE

Know that he loves you much more than most things. You are his priority, even if his work takes precedence at times.

He'll attempt to build your trust over time because he understands how hard it is to believe in someone's honesty. It'll get better, and you'll likely start to feel more self-assured with him. L talks a lot, but he believes actions speak louder than words, so he'll show you how much he loves you through the little things because you light up his world after an exhausting day full of murder and nonstop thinking. You're home to him and he wants you to feel the same way about him.

[jelloapocalypse]

If I'm not mistaken (and I fully could be so please let me know if I am) but didn't you used to be much closer to 2 million subscribers? I swear I remember seeing you at like 1.98 or something.

Either way, is there a good way to support you on Youtube? Or is that something I shouldn't worry about too much? Do you know if there's a good way to promote your videos to the algorithm that will have a good effect?

I've been hovering in the 1.8-1.9M range for like ~3 years or so now. The internet as it is now only boosts consistent uploads that are 15+ minutes long or TikTok-style vertical videos that are <2 minutes long with captions.

I don't do either of those and I have no interest in pivoting my stuff in that direction, so I think it's likely I'll probably never hit 2 million. It is what it is.

Subscribers have mattered less and less over the years. I remember them feeling really valuable in like... maybe pre-2015 when your subscriptions were at the top of your homepage and they prioritized showing you the stuff you said you were actually interested in, but now the sub page is super buried and unless you sign up for individual notifications from a channel you probably won't even know they uploaded anymore.

The internet is a slave to algorithms now. Stuff gets popular pretty much entirely independent of subscription count.

Jenny Nicholson and Hbomb are two of my favorite YouTubers who make absolutely incredible marathon-length videos once or twice a year (which is the exact type of thing you'd want subscriptions for), and even though both of them have been putting out mega-viral documentary-length videos every year for the last three years or so, their sub counts haven't exploded. People write articles on the things they make, in real publications too. New York Times and HuffPost shit. Yet both of them have less subs than me. Jenny has 1.3M and Hbomb has 1.8M which is insane. They should both be at like 3M+ easily for the stuff they make, and if they had the popularity they do now back in 2012, they probably would have the equivalent to that.

By the same token, I have a streaming channel that I do fully-voiced readthroughs of games on and there are people who try to watch almost every stream that often show up late and complain about how YouTube never notifies them. They had to hear about it via a friend on Discord even though they're subscribers AND they have notifications on. Being subscribed quite literally does not do anything these days.

It's worth noting that YT subs aren't really reflective of a channel's overall "health", if you want to call it that. My streaming channel has been doing really well the last two months. We played Danganronpa for charity and had the best viewership we ever got with 1100-1600 viewers for any given episode, which is really high. That's like Top 0.1% of Twitch numbers. We also get a ton of donations and artwork from our fans and watch time is up 40% from the last month right now. Forty percent. That's crazy!

But our sub count keeps dropping. We lose about 100 subscribers a month, for whatever reason. But isn't that weird? That literally every other metric on your channel can be skyrocketing while subscribers go down? It seems like they really don't matter.

We've had over 100k subscribers for a year and a half now, but YouTube still hasn't mailed us that plaque. I doubt they ever will. I'd be surprised if anyone on their staff even checks that anymore. Today's internet is focused on keeping viewers moving to new content and showing them as many ads as possible while they do it. There isn't as much of a benefit to keeping someone watching one particular person anymore.

I appreciate you trying to support us! I think just watching our stuff when you feel like it and maybe showing your favorite videos to friends every once in awhile if you think they'll like it is the best thing you can do. If even one person ends up watching and binging all my Epithet stuff that's like 6 hours of watchtime right there.

[ivysprophecy]

sharpest tools

warnings: dual POV HAHA so im not saying i know jj or that this is how he thinks or whatever im simply doing it for a change of pace and writing style, wanted to experiment a little so by all means if this isnt your thing pls keep scrolling. mentions of extreme anxiety, mentions of chronic pain meds, over the counter meds

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summary: after your fight blows out of proportion both you and jj are left wondering what just happened? and the poor pogues are caught in the crossfires trying to delegate and reunite the two idiots. because neither of them are the sharpest tools in the shed.

jj's pov

"jj... jj wake up," my eyes open enough to see someone crouching in front of me.

why the hell is sarah waking me up?

i move to sit up forgetting i slept in the hammock last night so i swing and struggle for a second before gaining my balance back.

"whats up?"

she hands me a water and some aspirin she snagged from the kitchen, from the looks of it no one else is awake. "just wanted to make sure you were alright."

"i appreciate it sar but im good. i swear," i take a swig of the water before swallowing the pain killers, "theres absolutely nothing wrong," because really i dont know that the fuck is wrong.

"im guessing you dont wanna talk about what happened last night?"

"honest to god sarah im not even sure what happened- that girl kissed me and before i could get her off me y/n swooped in and exploded."

sarah sits criss cross on the grass next to the hammock looking over at me with an odd look on her face.

"so you didnt mean to kiss her?"

"no- sarah i didnt kiss that girl i swear on my life. she was asking me a question about directions and all of a sudden shes got me pinned against the rocks. honest," i hold my hands up in surrender feeling interrogated, "i'd never do that to y/n"

"im not saying you would- its just that we didnt know until last night so... speaking of that. what the fuck was that about?"

everyone has so many questions and honestly i do too, i dont know half of the answers. feels like i wiped out and i cant find the shore.

i just wish she'd talk to me. like im sure if shed just let me get two words in i could reassure her but i dont know what shes thinking right now and its killing me.

i hate it. i hate that i caused this.

but in my defense it kinda feels like she blew it way out of proportion if she had just let me explain this whole thing would be okay.

"i just... i dont know sar- she had all this anxiety about relationships and whatever- i dont really get it but she said she wanted to keep it between the two of us. who was i to tell her no ya know? i just wanna be with her."

sarah just kinda looks at me with wide eyes.

"what?"

"youre like- down bad arent you? youre totally whipped."

"i wouldnt say that-" she interrupts me.

"jj maybanks got a girlfriend... this is headline news," she chuckles making me roll my eyes. i thought we were having a serious conversation, not that i try to have those often but i could use her advice on the subject.

"sarah seriously- what the hell do i do? i barely know what happened last night how am i supposed to fix what i dont know is fucked up?"

"well from the tid bit you told me? sounds like shes massively overthinking and just saw the wrong thing at the wrong time, and it just so happened to fit into her warped little nightmare."

what the fuck did she just say?

"so youre saying this is just all in her head?"

"no- well- kind of... from the sounds of it shes got a lot of anxiety and trust issues. shes probably trying to self sabotage the relationship."

i let out a frustrated sigh, "can you not talk like a therapist for a minute?"

"jj what im saying is you both dont know how to handle the situation. you need to talk to each other, have a real discussion not just scream in each others faces like last night."

"i tried to talk to her! she wouldnt listen!"

sarah lets out a laugh letting her head hang as her body shook from the laughter. pushing some hair out of her face she turns her body to face me more head on.

"jj- it was the heat of the moment and she was scared and upset. of course she wasnt going to listen... now that shes had time to cool off? you might have a better shot."

"but what if she doesnt believe me?" look i dont like admitting that i get a little insecure sometimes, but id rather do that than fuck my relationship with y/n.

because god ive been trying for so long i dont know what im gonna do if i lose her.

i really need to see her. "is she awake?"

"not yet i dont think... why? what are you gonna do?" i stand up running my hands through my untamed hair trying to wake up a little bit.

"im gonna try to make it up to her- make sure shes up by the time i get home. 'kay?"

"home? what the fuck are you talking about jj? where are you going?" sarah stands up as she sees me walking towards my bike. her voice raising so it will carry enough for me to hear.

"dont worry bout it!"

with those final words i take off down the dirt road...

readers pov

ugh. my head is pounding. i need excedrin.

god last night was a horrible combination for my chronic migraines.

i walk into the kitchen and see john b and pope huddled in the corner making shushing noises before turning around to face me.

"there she is!" i shove my hand in john bs face to shut him up.

"its nine am. wheres the medicine cabinet my head is throbbing." poor sweet pope hands me the bottle of pills and a cold water. god bless him. "thank you," i let out a whine as i tilt my head back to take the medicine. "sorry ive got a killer migraine."

"oh-" they exchange glances with one another before pope speaks up in a hushed tone, "go lay down- let the meds work. and drink your water."

i squint at him, seeing how nervous he is. he wants to say something. they both do.

is this headache bearable enough to get this conversation over with? technically yes. should i use it as an excuse to ignore everything? probably not...

"its okay. we can talk. i can tell you want to."

"thank god" jb expresses before pope hits him in the chest, which leads to john b throwing his arms up in defense "what? you said we needed to talk to her!"

"yea but not force her to!"

"guys- cmon its fine. really. i know its a lot so lets just get this over with. yes jj and i had been dating for a month. yes we didnt tell anyone on purpose, i didnt want the pressure. i dont know if he kissed that girl or not but i freaked out and just wanted to be alone. i didnt mean to hurt his feelings but i was obviously upset so i said things i didnt mean. there. happy?"

both the boys look at me with bug eyes, "a month?!" they exclaim together.

"my god- yes. a month. its really not a big deal-"

"yes it is y/n- thats a huge step for you and jj. i thought the whole casual thing would flame out. this is a huge commitment for the both of you," pope reminds me, as if i wasnt aware. i

i was simply trying to down play it to give myself a reason to care less, seems like thats not happening any time soon.

"what are you my doctor?"

"i think what pope is trying to say is... were a little worried about you y/n/n... what happened last night- you kinda flew off the handle."

i whip my head around so fast i get dizzy, grabbing the counter for stability.

"excuse me? i flew off the handle? jj was the one kissing other girls-"

"y/n i think deep down you know thats not true-"

"no- no you dont get to tell me im crazy and then tell me what im thinking- this is my relationship. this is exactly why i didnt wanna tell everyone because i knew youd all stick your noses in it. what happened is between me and jj. no one else."

pope reaches out to steady me seeing me sway a little, "woah- okay maybe we should put a pause in this convo-"

"im fine pope. i just dont see how this is anyones business."

"we're not saying its our business y/n/n, were just worried about you. youre not acting like yourself. you seem anxious, paranoid, you know- just not normal," pope pleaded with me, making me sit on one of the dining chairs.

"right-" john be interjected, "all were trying to point out is we all know jj would never ever put his whatever you wanna call it with you in jeopardy. hes whipped. theres no way he went and kissed another girl."

i see where theyre coming from. i really do. i want to believe it but there are too many things playing in my head that tell me otherwise.

on one hand, i know jj would never hurt me. not on purpose, and to cheat is definitely with a purpose. hes always reassured me that its just me and since we got serious he hasnt given me a reason to doubt him.

but on the other... just seeing her all over him is so hard to forget. it all happened so fast, i dont know how long theyd been kissing for, maybe i got there just as it happened or maybe itd been going on for a while i have no idea. too many factors.

"y/n if you listen to literally anything we say let it be that we know jj loves you," i look up at the curly haired boy whos basically grown to be my brother.

"thats a big word for elmo-"

pope runs a hand over his face with a sigh, "for the love of god be serious for a minute," 'theyre made for each other' he thinks to himself. "just hear him out. please. for some reason he loves you a lot-"

"hey!"

"-and if were speaking freely youre the one whos put all of this at stake because all the rest of know jj didnt kiss that girl. youre the only one who has doubts. so talk to him. please. were begging you."

"... 'we're?' youve all talked about this?"

"of course we have- it all unraveled in front of us what else did you expect? by the way i was supposed to tell you sarah is siked for you- maybe nows not the time," john be stops himself scratching the back of his head.

honestly it gets a giggle out of me.

"okay.. yea. ill talk to him. where is he? is he here?"

pope looks out the window in the front yard, where he can see sarah peeking in before moving out os sight to pretend she wasnt listening in.

"he was here- he slept outside last night. wanted to give you space since you both normally share the couch."

oh... thats- sweet.

fuck. maybe i am screwing all of this up.

"can i come in now??" i hear sarah yell from the other side of the door.

"get in here!" i raise my voice a little testing my headache, which ironically has somehow gotten a little better.

sarah walks through the door. letting out a rather dramatic sigh, "finally. sorry- jj got some big idea and left on his bike a few minutes ago. said to have y'n awake by the time he gets back so... i dont really know what to do now."

john b looks at his wife and i notice... its like how jj looks at me.

fuck.

fuck fuck fuck.

"do you know where he went??" i look at sarah with a begging tone and pleading tone.

she shakes her head "sorry honey bun," she teases with a smile. "but since weve got time... john b, pope, and i will go get some breakfast while we wait for jj to get back. you stay here- give you two some space to work it all out."

"what? no its fine- really you dont have to go..."

sarah walks up to me grabbing me by the shoulder with some stupid fucking grin like shes all knowing, "girl. youre gonna be fine. youll talk, kiss, and make up and be the happiest couple ever. it will be sickening, trust me id know. relax. it will be fine. you and jj will be able to work this out, im sure."

and with that john b grabs the keys to the twinkie heading out the door following wifes orders, with pope following in suit with an apologetic shrug.

sarah gives me a teasing kiss on the forehead, "well be back soon sweetie be safe."

"oh fuck off- bring back bacon and coffee please," she salutes me before walking outside with the boys.

"no one ever said she was the sharpest tool in the shed," john b quips as he steps into the twinkie with a sigh before turning the ignition.

pope hops in the back letting out a small laugh "yea thats for sure."

"neither of them are," sarah rebuts looking over at john b as they all laugh. "theyre both as sharp as a dull spoon"

"what the fuck did you just say?" jb looks over at her with a quizzical look on his face.

"just drive routledge."

[misc-obeyme]

cc. your tags on the boudoir post. MAMMON recieving an album of those photos. i'd love to hear your thoughts on his reaction (and everyone else's, if you're feeling particularly inspired?)

Ah, Daisy, my dear, thank you for asking!

I apologize for this late response, but I knew I was gonna be getting wordy with this one. Because I looove the boudoir photos idea in general and OH MAN just thinking about all their reactions is making me crazy lol. I was going to just do my regular sort of response, but this turned into full on headcanons oops.

So just in case anyone missed it, here is the original post!

My thoughts change a little bit depending on whether MC is present when the characters receive the pictures, so I included both! I only did the bros but I might be willing to do the rest upon request!

the brothers react to MC giving them an album of boudoir photos

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: suggestive but that's about it, nothing explicit

Lucifer

When you're with him, Lucifer is calm and courteous, but with a flare of arrogance. Of course you would give him such a special gift. It's only natural that you would trust such intimacies to him.

He asks you if you're trying to tell him something. Has he perhaps been neglecting you, MC? Did you give him this so that he wouldn't be able to help himself? He's onto you.

No matter your reason, he can't look through too many of the pictures before wanting the real thing that's sitting right next to him. Tell him you still have some of that lingerie in your possession. Especially if you happen to have some in his colors.

If you aren't with him, he's going to be a lot less arrogant in general. He will find you later, make no mistake. But he's honestly so touched by your gift that he spends a lot of time looking through the album, simply admiring you.

Mammon

Mammon is freaking out no matter where you are the time. If you're with him, it's definitely a lot worse. Blushing profusely. Opens the album then slams it shut because he can't handle looking at it for very long.

You can't help but giggle at his reaction and then it's all stop laughin' at him MC!! You'll need to take his hands or maybe kiss his cheek, let him know that you genuinely just wanted to give him a nice gift, you aren't trying to tease him or anything.

Ask him if he likes it. You'll get a serious response. Calms down enough to say 'course he likes it. Likes it so much, he suddenly can't keep his hands off you.

If you aren't with him at the time, he buries it under his pillow or otherwise hides it because this is now one of his treasures and nobody gets to see it but him!

Leviathan

Levi is another one who'd be a blushing mess no matter what, but if you're there at the time, he might retreat to his room and not let you in. He needs that barrier between you because if he sees you right now, his heart will explode.

He'll let you back in eventually, but it might be a minute. He needs to calm down. Are you trying to kill him, MC?! Even when he does let you in, he can't look at you directly. He's probably covering his face with his hands.

Reassure him that you gave these photos to him because you trust him with them. They're personal, intimate, and you want him to be close to you. He's going to calm down the more you talk to him. Pull his hands away from his face and when he sees the sincerity in your eyes, it flips a switch. Might even slip into demon form just to wrap his tail around you possessively.

If you're not with him at the time, he's going to need to take care of that raging boner of his right away. He won't be able to focus on anything else until he does. He's so embarrassed, he has to watch several episodes of Ruri Hana to recalibrate.

Satan

He will try to keep his expression unreadable. He's not having any over the top reactions, but as he flips through the photos, he keeps getting redder and redder. You're sitting right next to him, how can he not react? At some point, he has to close the album because he feels like he's looking at something he shouldn't.

Satan is quiet about how flustered he is, but he's having a hard time looking at you. He tries to say something and incomprehensible lines about how beautiful you are fall from his lips. He sounds like a broken record of spoken word poetry or perhaps a very drunk beat poet.

Recovers himself after a minute. As soon as he's composed, you're in his arms. You knew what this would do to him, didn't you, MC? You'll find yourself pressed up against the nearest wall in moments.

If you're not with him, Satan will tuck your album into a stack of his other books. He thinks it's well hidden there - in plain sight. But he's hyper aware of it. Keeps coming back to look at it. Ends up having to put it on the bottom of a stack behind a different stack to make it more difficult to get to.

Asmodeus

Thrilled. Absolutely thrilled in every way. Oh, wow, MC, you look amazing. He's breathless. He's entranced. He's even blushing because he knows what it means that you've given these to him. He's so in love with you, he can't stand it.

Asks you about everything you may be wearing. Comments on the skill of the photographer. Tells you that next time, you should do one together. He has so many ideas. He wants to do one where all you're wearing is jewelry - bright and sparkling, just like your soul.

Covers you in kisses. He's not shy about how this is making him feel, how much he wants you. He just wants to see your beautiful figure here and now in real life, MC! Won't you let him worship you?

If you're not with him, he will find you immediately so he can say all of the things he needs to say in that moment. You can't leave him alone with all these feelings, both physical and emotional. He brings them all to you without hesitating.

Beelzebub

It might take him a minute to understand exactly what he's looking at, mostly because he's never even heard of this. He doesn't know what a boudoir photo shoot is, so you might have to explain it to him. Once he understands, he starts lightly blushing as he looks through them. His expression is serious because he's beginning to see just how special this is.

Honestly surprised that you would give him something so intimate. He's touched. He's going to hug it to himself and look at you with tears in his eyes because he can't believe how lucky he is.

Give him another couple minutes to look through them and then he's having different feelings. He's not sure if he can hold back, MC. Tell him it's okay, that you don't want him to, and you'll find yourself on your back on his bed in zero seconds flat. You're quickly reminded why he's the Avatar of Gluttony.

If you're not with him at the time, he will figure things out on his own, though he'll have a plethora of questions for you later. He keeps it close to him at all times until you answer them because he knows one thing for sure - he doesn't want anyone else seeing these.

Belphegor

Oh, he sees what you're playing at. Trying to fluster him, are you, MC? Trying to rile him up? Are you sure you can handle him when you do that? He's so wound up by the gift he can't act normal about it. He's actually very touched by it, but he's not sure how to deal with the feelings, so he comes on too strong.

You laugh because to you, this is expected. You understand that this is Belphie's way of dealing with his own shyness. You respond by meeting him with just as much intensity. It's all kisses and touching and fumbling in the dark.

It's only later, when both of you are calm, when you're nestled in his arms, that he admits to you how much it means to him. That he tells you how he'll cherish the album you gave him. That he says he's stunned by how gorgeous you are, even more brilliant that the stars in the sky.

If you aren't with him at the time, you'll be dealing with a petulant but horny demon later on. He's going to be annoyed at you for leaving it for him and then not being there when it inevitably turns him on. Just as possessive as his brothers, he hides it in the attic where no one is likely to find it.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[mothzi]

[Spoilers for Clair Obscure Expedition 33] Like wildfire: the cruelty of grief

I didn't think I'd go back to Tumblr but I guess I just need to vent about COE33 because otherwise I'm going to explode :') Massive spoilers under the cut, and also I posted this on Reddit but wanted to find more people to discuss with on Tumblr I'm sorry.

Grief can make us do unthinkably cruel and selfish things to the people we love, and the game depicted this in how Aline treated both painted and real Renoir. When we hurt, sometimes we want others, especially those closest to us, to hurt too. I guess grief is like wildfire with us at the centre that consumes everything around us, including those who love us and are trying to reach out to and help us. 

(This is in no way a defence or deflection of either Aline or any of the Renoir, much less an attempt to minimise the abject horror of their actions to innocent lives caught in the middle of their trauma and grief response.) 

I rewatched the cut scenes before and after Renoir’s Act II boss fight and this line from Renoir made me pause and gasped out loud: 

"The pain of losing you. She made me inherit it. Punishment, perhaps, for not being there when it mattered." 

My understanding is that Aline had painted the Dessendres with memories of the fire, but with the huge difference that in this fire, only Alicia was a victim and Verso survived. Since the painted Dessendres only came to realise the truth of their existence after the Fracture during Expedition Zero thanks to Clea, this line from Renoir implies that Aline only imbued him with this “real” memory and pain of Verso’s death after that realisation, most likely when he finally found her and confronted her about her actions. 

At this point, Aline most likely was incredibly angry with (real) Renoir for his violent attempt to wrench her out of her happy fantasy. Lashing out at painted Renoir and hurting him by giving him the memory of real Verso’s death was much easier than hurting real Renoir. 

Even if she had blamed real Renoir for perhaps not being at the mansion during the fire (bargaining/anger), painted Renoir was innocent of this (not that I think anyone can be blamed for not being at the right place at the right time). Aline made painted Renoir, a sentient living being, carry this pain out of her irrational anger at her own husband. 

The final memory we saw at the Monolith before painted Renoir step out and initiated the boss fight was of the couple holding on to each other. In my first play through, I thought this was a memory of happier times. Now I’m inclined to think this was a memory of the aftermath of the fire, with Renoir comforting a grieving Aline. It wasn’t enough for her. The fact that he could be here trying to stop her meant he just didn’t understand, he wasn’t hurting as much as her, so she had to hurt him to make him understand. 

I think there’s also a more malicious and darker intent (whether conscious or not) behind Aline’s bequeathing of the memory of the fire to painted Renoir. Alicia/Malle mentioned to Verso in Act III that her mother painted an “unflattering” picture of her father, but despite possible differences in the painted and real Renoirs (more thoughts on that below), I think it is obvious that both Renoirs are solely driven and motivated by their need to protect their families. Tragically, Painted Renoir might not have needed the extra motivation to protect Aline and her world, but making him go through losing Verso (in addition to probably having found out about what happened to his Clea) would have massively tipped the scale towards a single-minded obsessive need to be on Aline’s side: 

Renoir: "I refuse to lose my son." 

Verso: "That son was a stranger" 

Renoir: "But you're not!" (Dramatic piano notes) 

And also painted Renoir’s last words to the Curator / real Renoir before the latter erased him, equally a proud defiant statement and a final insisting pleading: 

“I love them too.” 

It’s a display of Aline’s incredible power as a god to this world and how easily she can manipulate and therefore erase agency and free will of this world’s people, even after her initial painting of them into existence. She literally weaponised trauma for painted Renoir. (I think it has strong implications for Maelle’s ending as well but I don’t want to get into that here.) 

I thought this whole cut scene and dialogue is just incredibly well done by the writers—on first play through I was moved (and also the acting and animation were a big part why) even though I was also equally confused (but intrigued). It was only after the reveal in Act III that I could see the layers imbued in the cut scene and how so few lines made me feel sympathy for both Renoirs. I’m in awe of the economy but immense payoff of the writing, and how confident the writers are of not just the story and characters, but also of us the viewers/players to trudge along and piece everything together afterwards. 

(Anyway I’m also incredibly fascinated by the difference between painted and real Renoirs. Yes, painted Renoir has a darker design than the real Renoir because Clair Obscur amirite, but also it hints as to what other differences did Aline imbue in him. Alicia said real Renoir is warmer, but real Renoir hasn’t had to live through almost seventy years of loss and killing and the threat of losing his family even more and also all the drama with his son. Painted Renoir is, no point beating about the bush, incredibly dapper and suave. He’s Pierce Brosnan as James Bond by way of Belle Epoque. His grooming is immaculate. He gave off a commanding presence from the very first time we saw him. We can immediately tell that yes, this was an action man, a military man, the kind of man to lead the first Expedition. Real Renoir felt … much smaller the moment we saw him, frail even. His hair and beard are messier. There is no visual clue or hint of this man ever having been in a physical or violent fight before. At first I thought, yeah this is a grieving and lost man who hasn’t had time to take care of himself, but he looks pretty much the same way in the family portrait. 

Is painted Renoir a projection of who Aline wishes Renoir was more like in the aftermath of the fire? Did she feel he just didn’t do enough to protect his family, even though ironically he’s running himself down willing to erase an entire world of living beings to save his wife and daughter from being lost in their own grief and trauma? How did real Renoir feel seeing this projection of how his wife felt let down by him? 

Urgh the character design and art direction of this game just kills me. And of course, Andy Serkis's performance as both Renoirs is just the cherry on top.)

[comicaurora]

How would you as the writer say each of the main six characters fits into which major characteristics of the five man band?

I'd say they don't, but it is fun to lay out the arguments for each of them filling every role.

Kendal:

The Leader; he's the one who got everyone together and he carries the most authority, literally speaking for a deity and doing most of the real negotiations with the powerful forces they deal with.

The Lancer; he's a foil to nearly everybody else in the group, and despite his quiet and gentle tone, has the worst track record of going off by himself and getting into trouble.

The Big Guy; he's got the most metaphysical oomph with the widest applications, and he hits the hardest out of anyone when he decides to start hitting. Gets taken out of commission early to avoid this outcome.

The Smart Guy; with the accumulated knowledge of centuries' worth of lifetimes and the remembered experience of a god, he has access to a wellspring of knowledge with an ease that nobody else can match.

The Heart; he's the one who keeps drawing people into the group, and he cares so, so deeply about their well-being.

Alinua:

The Leader; when the others argue or fret, she's the one who actually makes decisions.

The Lancer; she's learned a lot of hard lessons and sees Kendal making mistakes she's already learned from, and that tension brings them into conflict even though they care deeply about each other.

The Big Guy; direct conduit to a force beyond any god, when something really big needs breaking it's up to her and nobody else.

The Smart Guy; literally cannot stop overthinking, has an intuitive understanding of something deeply arcane to everyone else.

The Heart; motivated by deep compassion at the core of her being, even when it's tactically unwise or she thinks it'll make her explode.

Erin:

The Leader; he is absolutely certain that he is the leader of the group.

The Lancer; proud and self-confident, immediately sure that he knows what's going on better than anyone else, he's a foil to both Kendal and Alinua who are very aware of their limits. This also means Erin gets himself into trouble so, so often, and is continually surprised when the others bail him out.

The Big Guy: The most diverse range of magical firepower plus a superpowered evil side for spice. Erin is a mighty glacier and a glass cannon at the same time.

The Smart Guy; he is absolutely certain he is the smart guy of the group. The most book-smart, certainly, and fundamentally driven by a deep and profound curiosity to understand the world.

The Heart; he'd never say or believe as much, but his greatest frustration with himself is that he wants to be coldly logical and brilliant and instead he's driven by a pesky moral compass that demands he sacrifice his goals and convenience for the people he loves.

Falst:

The Leader; he'd never believe so, but he's very good at taking charge in a crisis, and the decisions he makes generally work out well for everyone. He's also very good at thinking tactically in terms of everyone's abilities and how they factor into the group. Also, probably the most explicitly loyal member of the group.

The Lancer; almost the platonic ideal of Lancer Energy. Angry and snarky and happy to second-guess everyone around him.

The Big Guy; in a Wolverine sort of way, it's less how hard he hits and more how hard he can get hit before he goes down for good. This is the only role he thinks he's good for.

The Smart Guy; aside from a lot of street smarts, he's a deeply curious and puzzle-solving type, and Erin has been deeply impressed with him since he robbed him for the purposes of homebrewing a backyard enchantment. It's all tactical.

The Heart; deeply, painfully loyal to his friends due to a raw, open wound of loneliness. Will hold the group together if he has to dig in his claws to do it.

Dainix:

The Leader; the only person in the group who actually has experience leading a troupe of fighters and knows how to look out for a group as a whole rather than a handful of loners.

The Lancer; the role he thinks the fills, in the "second in command good at taking orders" sort of way.

The Big Guy; has a literal hulk mode

The Smart Guy; the "has way too many weapons and knows how to use all of them" variety. His expertise is in taking down things much bigger and scarier than he is, and you can't do that without being tactical.

The Heart; deeply empathic and extremely in tune with how the people around him are feeling, and the only member of the group with both the emotional intelligence and the sharpness to cut through various teammate's emotional defenses and actually get them to open up. Not too polite to leave other people's issues alone.

Tess:

The Leader; no way in hell. The only role she categorically denies. Tess's beating heart is wanderlust and that doesn't mesh with a group of any kind.

The Lancer; yes please. She'll do her own thing first and foremost, and when it intersects with other people, she'll help out as she sees best.

The Big Guy; a literal lightning bruiser who resolves every problem by finding a way to punch it.

The Smart Guy; a subtler instance because she's fairly inattentive to anything outside her very narrow range of focus, but when it comes to her areas of expertise, she puts things together faster than anyone else. The first to realize what was going on with Tynan, the first to understand Dainix, the first to track down Erin.

The Heart; not particularly observant, but when she's confronted with someone she recognizes to be in deep distress, she'll open her heart and "home" to them without hesitation. Also, makes friends ridiculously easily.

[electricbathsalt]

Things I want to talk about/touch upon/see people mention more but cannot compile individual coherent posts about:

1. The fact Pops’ daughter apparently had a “falling out” with Pops (over her marriage??) that caused her to completely abandon the yakuza and maybe also cut contact with Pops (the dude is suspicious guys)

2. The fact that in the Overhaul-LOV initial meeting, Chisaki had to have intentionally chosen not to kill Mr. Compress.

3. The idea that many of Chisaki’s thought processes at least partially stem from his time in AFO’s facility. And of course, Pops.

4. How much Chisaki seems to lack a proper reaction to any sort of pain (He was beat to a pulp by Mirio & Midoriya, exploded himself, & got his arms cut off and I’ve never heard him so much as yelp) while still complaining about how overhauling himself hurts?? Yet he doesn’t show it.

5. (Highway scene) How Chisaki only screamed once the realization he wouldn’t be able to ever wake up Pops sunk in (isn’t confirmed but. I’m convinced).

6. The fact that there’s absolutely no way Chisaki wasn’t negatively impacted by being raised in the Yakuza. It’s simply inherent.

7. The blatant disregard Pops had to have had for both Chisaki and Eri’s well-beings to have designated Chisaki as her caretaker.

8. The endless amounts of potential for Chisaki & Dabi/Touya dynamics post-war, platonic or otherwise. (Multiple fics with this premise in my WIPs, lol)

9. The fact Chisaki seems practically incapable of holding a grudge. Like, think about it; is there a character you can say Chisaki genuinely, wholeheartedly hates and wishes the worst upon. You know what—what IS his opinion on Shigaraki/the LOV these days??

10. Realizing that in the initial Overhaul-LOV meeting, Chisaki literally just tone-matched them. Look:

Mr Compress says all that, and then Chisaki later explains:

Which, once you break down what Mr Compress said/how he said it, and what Chisaki said/how he said it… blunt statement of facts. Mr Compress told Toga how faded out the Yakuza have become with no sugarcoating, and Chisaki took that and said. “Well. Yeah.” But then when Chisaki did the same thing (blunt but true & valid criticisms of the LOV/Shigaraki’s leading skills (bc let’s be real, he was an ass leader at the time in terms of actual planning and execution)), the LOV got pissed. He pointed out all the relevant flaws and mistakes in Shigaraki’s leadership and then said it’d be better if he was the leader because he actually has a plan, and they got pissed at the mere prospect of serving under somebody else. Do you realize how much the story would’ve been altered if the LOV didn’t decide to just start attacking Chisaki here?? 💀 Sorry I’m exceptionally passionate about this bc the fandom gaslit me for a while into believing Chisaki was the one starting shit here 😔 but then I read it (a long time after I'd watched it in the anime) and was like. "what. he didn't initiate literally any of this shit. and everything he's saying is true??"

There’s probably more I could add to this but it’s getting long enough lol.

[cookiesama7]

Jealousy & Real Feelings (Min Ho x Reader)

Summary: You have always liked Min Ho, but lately, he's been spending all his time with Stella. You try to ignore the jealousy bubbling inside you, but when it gets too much, you finally confront him—leading to an emotional argument that reveals feelings neither of you expected.

Word count: 691

Masterlist

Min Ho Masterlist

It started out small. Min Ho had always been popular, always surrounded by people, but lately, it felt different. Every time you turned around, Stella was there—laughing at his jokes, touching his arm, leaning in too close.

You tried to tell yourself it didn't bother you. You and Min Ho were just friends. Best friends, actually. But lately, you felt like you were losing him.

Like now.

You sat at the KISS courtyard, your book open but unread, as your eyes flickered to where Min Ho and Stella sat together under a tree. You could hear them laughing, and it made your stomach twist.

"You're staring," Q's voice interrupted your thoughts as he sat beside her.

"I'm not," you muttered, turning a page you hadn't even read.

Q raised an eyebrow. "You totally are. And you're doing that thing where you chew your lip when you're mad."

You quickly stopped, crossing your arms. "It's nothing. He can hang out with whoever he wants."

Q smirked. "Sure, sure. But you should probably stop glaring before you set her on fire."

You groaned, closing your book. "I'm not glaring."

Q just laughed. "Right. And I'm not sitting here watching you lose your mind over Min Ho."

You ignored him, but the jealousy wouldn't go away. It only got worse when Min Ho barely paid attention to you all day.

By the time evening rolled around, you had reached your limit.

--

That night at the dorms you stormed into the common area, and sure enough, Min Ho was there, scrolling on his phone.

"Hey, you," he greeted casually, flashing you a smile.

You didn't smile back. "Hey."

Min Ho immediately frowned, lowering his phone. "What's with the face?"

"I don't have a face."

"You do. That's your 'I'm mad but pretending I'm not' face."

You rolled your eyes. "I'm not mad."

Min Ho leaned back, crossing his arms. "(Y/N). Come on."

Your frustration exploded before you could stop it. "Fine. You've been ignoring me all day! Actually, all week. Every time I turn around, you're with Stella. Do you even realize how annoying that is?"

Min Ho blinked. "Wait... that's what this is about?"

"Yes!" you burst out. "You've been acting like I don't even exist! I get it, okay? She's pretty and fun and—"

Min Ho suddenly laughed. Laughed.

Your jaw dropped. "Are you seriously laughing at me right now?"

He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "(Y/N), you're jealous."

You froze. "No, I'm not"

He stepped closer, a smirk playing on his lips. "You totally are."

You tried to back away, but he caught your wrist gently. "(Y/N)." His voice was softer now. "You really think I'd forget about you? That I'd like someone else?"

You looked up at him, heart pounding. "I don't know what to think anymore."

Min Ho sighed and, without warning, pulled you into a tight hug. "You're an idiot," he murmured against your hair.

Your eyes widened. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me," he chuckled, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. "I've only been hanging out with Stella because she was helping me plan something for you."

Your heart skipped a beat. "What?"

Min Ho smiled. "I was trying to get her advice on how to ask you out. Turns out, I didn't need to, because you just admitted you like me."

Your face burned. "I—wait, what?"

Min Ho grinned and cupped your face. "You like me, don't you?"

You swallowed hard, trying to look anywhere but at him. "...Maybe."

He tilted your chin so you had to meet his eyes. "Good. Because I like you too. A lot."

You felt your breath catch. "Then why didn't you just tell me?"

He chuckled. "I thought it was obvious."

You groaned. "You're so annoying."

Min Ho smirked. "And you're so cute when you're jealous."

You shoved him lightly, but he just laughed and pulled you close again. "So... are we finally making this official?"

You hesitated for only a second before smiling. "Yeah. We are."

Min Ho beamed before leaning in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "About time."

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Unhinged Discord Commentary As RP Starters Pt. 1

*throws sparkles everywhere* This is how you cheer someone up, right?

There's some places you don't want sparkles.

Shame on the lame.

I didn't run into a wall this time. I ran into the fridge.

How can one go through life never saying words like "sexy" or "sexual". Like, what else would you say? "Intercoursy"? "Intercoursal"?

Okay but where are their NOSES.

Why is that cute? Science explain please.

RABBIT STEW FOR THE RABBIT STEW GOD.

The horse confirmed for a necrophiliac.

Let the bear and horse be together.

Horse x Bear forever.

He's a slut. All you need to know.

Slap a sexy bunny suit on his ass. Go. Live out your dreams.

He's a slut, not a stripper.

*throws a brick* Stay down this time.

Love is like a machine… sometimes you need a good screw to fix it.

Hey good lookin', what's cookin'? Get it? Because I'm an arsonist.

I'd really like to thump your bible.

I'm agnostic but damn I'm pretty sure that's blasphemy.

You'd be surprised how many are curious to taste human flesh.

Well I didn't say he was a slut without talent.

That may be but [Name] just might kill him with embarrassment first.

He never counted on SEX APPEAL. Should've sent a lesbian, not a gay.

Oh, I'm still gonna fuck with your assets. Emphasis on the Ass.

Well that's good. I hear murder is frowned upon.

THIS IS NOT WHAT I WAS PROMISED. SUPER HAPPY FUN TIME OVER.

You tell me. You're the one tryna serenade me to bed and then stab me, ya kinky fuck.

I trusted you! …not sure why since we, like… just met.

CLOSE YOUR EYES SO I CAN KILL YOU.

Are you telling me you don't want adventure, glory, and best of all, FIERY DEATH?

Adventure and glory sound nice but… I don't know about that last part. I'll get back to you on that one.

The answer is "Yes" cuz let's be real, bards only immortalize the ones that die.

In other news I didn't think it was possible to almost choke on a hiccup yet here we are.

"You had accountability issues as a child"… wait, do you actually think I outgrew those?

I probably committed more blasphemy than anyone else in that whole building but damn it was fun.

One day [Name's] gonna hit just the wrong nerve and I'm gonna grab that scarf and strangle them with it.

Let grandpa bemoan his age.

May the salt be with you.

The mosquitos never bother me and everyone asks why and I tell them its because I have too much salt flowing through my veins.

*chugs a whole jar of pickle juice without breaking eye contact*

Consume them. C O N S U M E.

I changed my mind, that's Plan C. We're skipping B.

That was bad and you should feel bad. But I know you won't, so I don't know why I said it.

I've been laying here like a jellyfish on the beach for an hour but sleep is just not happening.

Yes, I had to. I would literally die if I didn't do it. I'd explode. Poof. It'd be awful. [Name] bits everywhere.

Wanna help me shove a slut into a volcano?

Man, I almost didn't have to be a Top for once but SOMEONE. TRIED TO KILL ME.

I would say to stab [Name] but then I remember that he likes it.

I'll bet a dick up the ass that you can't beat me.

Don't fuck where, fuck me.

…thanks. I totally. Feel so much better now. About my impending doom.

Man, it really sucks down here. I pity you, small man.

Small enough to reach places in a time of crisis? Yeah, except in the crisis of reaching the top shelf.

Well I know what rabbits do to anything that holds still long enough. But do continue.

Needs more well-cooked faces.

Now I know why my parents sheltered me.

*confused rabbit squawking*

That may be so but I'm not the one with a thing for the head fucker.

Instruction manual: do not buy the [Name] pet if you are not prepared to say "god damn it" at least twice per day.

This is going to get me killed, oh god yes.

HOW DARE YOU SSS-SSSSS-SSSS-SSSPEAK THE TONGUE OF MY SSSS-SSS-SSSSSSSS-SSSNAKE PEOPLE 🐍

I salted my head off to Hell and back the other day so now its your turn.

Hold my acupuncture pins.

Fuck them and rescue the high horse they rode in on because that horse doesn't deserve to be ridden by them.

It's mid-June, yet I can't feel my toes.

Just chant "shadow no shadowing" three times. It worked on the dog.

I had to read it three times because the first two times I read it as "his mum is IN the ground" and I was like… wow, that's dark, and then I realized it said his mum IS the ground.

Hey, I'm not judging, except… no, wait, I'm totally judging.

Don't know what you're talking about there, Salty McSalterson.

So you know that one night in minecraft we were rushing to get back home and got ourselves and the path blown to Hell by creepers? I went to fill those holes in and guess what shows up as I'm working on filling them with no way out.

I'd say they should put their dukes up but tell them to put their leggies up instead because that's all they have.

So would this be a bad time to say "its the thought that counts"?

A baby? I don't have time for a baby. I can barely handle my own job. Babies are trouble. Put it in the mailbox and send it back, and if I see a head or a leg sticking back out, you are gone.

Devour him! ...Imeanwhat. Sorry, what, no cannibalism here.

They seem like a Diapers-Until-6-Years-Old kinda person.

Can we be like. Drugged-pot-hippies-but-not-really-high together?

Earlier I was like "I'm worried" and another person told me "you need to stop worrying, it's concerning".

Bright eyed and bushy tailed is a squirrel on crack.

So… death = normally taboo cuddles and affection? I should die more often.

Cuddleslut Mode Activated.

Help me sink [Name] to the bottom of the ocean. I don't know where s/he went wrong but I'm ending them.

I'm sorry that s/he's probably gonna corrupt the shit out of [Name], but conversely, [Name]'s not sorry at all.

'What AREN'T we up to?' is a better question. What we're up IN is the answer.

Screw you and your fricking long legs!

Listen to that wind moan. Wind doesn't have hands but it does blow.

Maybe a chair to the face will quiet them down.

So where do I get these highs you have? It must be nice.

I have no idea where my highs come from. They just pop in and serenade you and then sneak off the next morning like a filthy hoe after a good night of steamy sex-- I have no idea what I'm saying anymore A LO HA OOOIIIIII...

Don't you dare moan you sinner!