#im just trying to get back into the groove of posting again

[villainartist]

worlds most nuclear double date

[princekirijo]

Alright in light of all this Tumblr's gonna die AGAIN as I said in the tags of that post I'm willing to give my discord to mutuals who wanna keep in touch and after that I might do something with my Instagram but who knows.

Not gonna delete this blog or stop posting any time soon but it's just a backup/worst case scenario prep

[oligbia]

Hi there! I saw your requests open and I was willing to shoot my shot (fr none of my req gets taken butttt) I was wondering if you could make an Iwaizumi x Reader fluff where basically

Iwaizumi has secretly liked the reader for a long time. Though he wrongly assumes she likes Oikawa because she's often with him (oikawa knows that she likes iwa), but gets quiet and makes excuses when Iwaizumi is around. This is because she gets shy and flustered around him—a stark contrast to her normally outgoing personality (shes basically an extrovert).

On Valentine's Day, she asks Oikawa to deliver a Valentine's gift and a love letter to Iwaizumi, explaining in the letter why she couldn't confess in person: she's too shy and flustered around him, but when Iwaizumi overheard that the reader was calling for oikawa, he assumed that she was going to confess to him instead of iwa and bros just pouty and cute.

Pls pls pure fluff, no angst im basically allergic to it, Thank you♥️♥️

OH WE'RE SO BACK!!! first lil one shot post hiatus. Thank you for the request, love! It was much appreciated and got me back in my groove. I'd like to issue my formal apology- you said no angst. Here is my thing. I also am allergic to angst. However, in my head, no man has ever yearned as hard as Iwazumi can yearn. So there's so much yearning in the beginning but I try to make up for it !!

Yearning

Hajime Iwaizumi X Reader

Tags: Hajime X fem!reader (reader is described wearing a skirt and referred to with she/her pronouns), Fluff, yearning

Word count: 2.7k

Songs I thought about while writing this: "Be Your Boy" by Medium Build, "Chateau (Fell Alright)" by Djo, "Let You Break My Heart Again" by Laufey, "Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene" by Hozier

If Iwaizumi never loved again, it would be your fault. 

That is what he told himself while staring at his ceiling at 2 a.m., bouncing a volleyball between his hands and the ceiling of his room- a noticeable wear in the tile from the continuous anxious habit he’s displaying right now. 

Really, it wasn’t your fault at all. But it was always easier for him to shift the blame a little. If he can convince himself that you’re in the wrong, then he won’t feel like such an absolute loser for being this in love with you. But he was- he was so far in love with you it was sick. He loved the little details the most- the way your hair moves when it’s windy, the way your nailbeds were a little pushed back during the weeks of big tests because you get nervous and fidget with your fingers, the way that when you laugh at Oikawa you get a little dimple in your left cheek that resembles the moon on a clear night- bright, glowing and giving him reminders that if you look for it, love can exist. 

Oikawa. Right. 

You loved Oikawa. Or that’s what he was pretty sure of at least. And to be fair, Iwazumi is used to girls liking Oikawa more. He’s the prettier one of the two boys. Oikawa had more muscle, he was taller by two inches. Iwazumi was still lanky, not as charming. It made sense to him a beautiful girl like you would like Oikawa more. It’s practically fated. 

But he loved you. He loved you even though he knew that you weren’t his and probably never could be. He loved you even though you always kept some kind of distance between the two of you- which he will never understand but will always respect. He loved you when you drew little flowers in your notes during math because you hated math. He loved when you came to volleyball matches and sat front and center of the cheer section, he could always hear your cheering. 

To Iwazumi, there was no way he could ever love again because you were always going to be the girl he wanted but couldn’t have and no one will ever be you. 

<3 <3 <3

Iwazumi was always at school before Oikawa, but always met Oikawa at his locker to give him notes from science the day before. Oikawa wasn’t good at science and always asked Iwazumi for notes, Iwazumi just got proactive. 

He’s leaning against Oikawa’s locker when he sees you. To him, you’re radiant, practically glowing. He watches the way your school uniform’s skirt moves in soft, subtle movements as you walk. He notices how you have a little bear keychain on your phone, with your fingers so daintily wrapped around. He notices how your eyelashes are curled up a little. 

and then it happens. 

You look at him. 

Iwazumi can feel his whole body get warmer, his face turning a soft pink. It feels like he’s floating when you look at him. Your lips, the soft and sweet lips he has definitely never thought about kissing, turn up into a soft smile. It feels like time stops moving when he sees you. The rest of the world fades as you look at each other, smiling in really cheesy grins. He falls harder. 

And then he’s snapped back to reality when you break the gaze, stand on your toes, and turn to whisper something in the ear of the person next to you. 

Oikawa. 

Iwazumi could throw up. He let himself pretend he didn’t know you were both neighbors for a brief second when he got to hold your eye contact. 

Oikawa says something with one of his stupid grins, which makes you smile wider than the smile you gave Iwazumi before you left his side to talk to a group of classmates. 

“Don’t go busting a nut over eye contact, Iwa-chan” Oikawa said in a teasing tone when he got closer. 

“That’s gross,” Iwazumi muttered under his breath, he’s never done something so perverted thinking of you- you’re pure, so beautiful, he worships the ground you walk on. You’re not an object of fantasy. “Stop calling me that, we’re grown.” 

“We are not grown, we are 18. I’ll just call you Mr.Iwa-Chan then.” Oikawa says with a content smile, happily taking copies of the science notes from Iwazumi’s hand and opening his locker. “She’s not scary, you know. She’s just shy.” 

Iwazumi bites the inside of his cheek to hold back from saying something unjustifiably rude. He doesn’t know why Oikawa likes to rub his relationship with her in his face.  “I don’t like her, stop acting like I do.”

“you’re a bad liar,” Oikawa says, closing his locker. “She’s not dating anyone.” 

Iwazumi blinks- Oikawa has his normal smug grin on his face, making it hard to tell if he’s serious or playing some sick game with him. But either way, Iwazumi is almost entirely convinced you could never like him. You clearly liked Oikawa. 

“I don’t want to talk about this.” Iwazumi moves his gaze away from Oikawa to look at you in the school courtyard. You so freely talk to classmates, laughing and smiling. You draw people in so naturally, you’re the sun of the school. It makes him disgustingly smitten to see you smile. It also makes him frustrated- you talk to everyone in class but him. He doesn’t get it. 

“why not, Iwa? Because I know her, and I know you have more of a shot than you think.” 

Iwazumi is more confused than he started this conversation. Which pisses him off. He doesn’t want to hear Oikawa out anymore. So he picks up his bag, throws it over his shoulder, and leaves after stealing one more glance at you. 

Later that day, after daydreaming about you all day in class, Iwazumi was hoping for alone time with his thoughts of you as he contemplated the comment Oikawa made earlier that morning. He was sitting below a tree outside the practice gym, eyes watching the clouds when he was so rudely interrupted by the asshole himself. He was about to open his mouth to say something bitter and sarcastic, but he stopped.

But his face immediately softened when saw you approaching, your cheeks pink and your smile soft- god, you’re like the definition of ethereal to Iwazumi. 

“Y/N-“ He said your name soft and gentle, like it was a prayer on his lips, genuinely surprised and thankful you were here. He was going to a shrine after school to thank the gods for blessing him with your presence. 

“Awe, what about me, your best friend, Iwa-Chan?” Iwazumi was pulled from this softened gaze directed at you to glare at Oikawa. 

He was about to say something sarcastic and witty, but he watched you sit on the on the soft grass, your own gaze lingering on him long enough it made Iwazumi’s ears turn red. 

“Oikawa-“ He said flatly, but not hostile, almost holding his tongue. He didn’t want you to find him rude. Or maybe he would be okay with it if it meant you thought about him at all. 

“Y/N-chan and I are sitting with you so you don’t look like a total loser out here alone. Not a cool look to sit alone, Iwa.” 

“That doesn’t matter to me,” Iwazumi said, almost stammering. His eyes stayed fixed on the subtle swaying of grass, focused on counting every blade because if he didn’t he wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off you. 

“Y/N-chan wanted to tell you she liked your essay.” 

Iwazumi’s eyes shoot up, immediately finding yours. You looked at him, nodding softly, confirming what Oikawa said. Your eyes linger on his for just a moment before you look away, looking at a small patch of seeding dandelions. 

“if you blow them and make a wish, it’s good luck.” 

The words fell from Iwazumi’s mouth before he could realize what he said. He couldn’t help it- You were sitting on your knees, he could smell your sweet shampoo and really notice the way you have long bottom lashes. So close he could almost touch you. His brain turned off and his heart took over. 

You looked at him with wide eyes and a blush- he’d sell his car, his parent’s house, anything to see you blush like that again. But you quickly looked at Oikawa who gave you an almost pitiful and begging look. It made Iwazumi want to kill him. 

Oikawa sighs, “Welp, lunch is almost over, Y/N-chan and I are going inside. Have fun being a weirdo outside” 

Iwazumi watches you get up and follow Oikawa inside, the further you get from Iwazumi, the more you relax and come back to life- smiling wider, and talking more. It makes him want to jump the school fence, transfer schools, and never look back. 

But he doesn’t do that. He simply comes to school the next morning- and is quickly given a gross reminder of what day it is when three love letters fall out of his locker. None are from you- they’re from random underclassmen girls he really couldn’t care about. How could he ever look at another girl when he watches you walk through the courtyard? He watches you laugh and smile at peers, making small conversations, politely rejecting boy’s advances. 

And then it happens. He watches you spot Oikawa, your whole face lights up as you call out for him. He’s sick to his stomach. He watches you hand him something in a little pink heart-shaped box. He watches Oikawa look at it, sees Oikawa smile, and wrap his arms around your shoulders. 

You both look so happy that it kills Iwazumi and fills him with a great sense of guilt to be so mad at two people he loves. He’s not even mad at you, really, he’s mad at himself.

 Oikawa turns towards Iwazumi to walk his way, making short eye contact. But Iwazumi simply turns and walks off, dropping the science notes Oikawa wanted on the floor and heading straight to the gym. Classes be damned. 

Oikawa finds Iwazumi at lunchtime later. Oikawa seems more pissed than Iwazumi- he has that glare he only gets during particularly difficult matches. Iwazumi is sitting on the floor bouncing a volleyball against the wall- a nervous habit. Oikawa stands there for a moment- that pink heart-shaped box in his hands. Oikawa doesn’t immediately say anything, waiting for Iwazumi to look at him but he never does.

“You skipped class.”

Iwazumi just grunts, uninterested. 

“You’re acting like a dick, Iwazumi.” 

Iwazumi pauses, the ball falling to the ground rather than back into Iwazumi’s hands. 

“You knew I liked her.” 

Oikawa sighed, sitting down next to Iwazumi on the floor. “I still know that.” 

“Friends don’t do what you did.” Iwazumi glared at him, his voice cold.

“And what do you think it is I did?” Oikawa asks, picking the ball up from the floor, placing the pink heart box on the ground and tossing it at Iwazumi. 

Iwazumi blinks, wondering just how far Oikawa plans to take this game, Iwazumi catches the ball, holding it in his hands,”She confessed this morning. I saw it. You didn’t reject her,” he throws the ball back to Oikawa with a decent amount of force. “Friends don’t date their friend’s crush.” 

Oikawa catches the ball, it makes a loud thump in his hands. “That’s where you’re wrong. I’ve tried to tell you-“ 

Iwazumi stands up and balls his fists, “Then why does she talk to the entire class but me? Why won’t she sit next to me? Why can’t I get her to smile as wide as she does when she sees you?” 

Oikawa shakes his head softly and sits the ball down. He stands up, leaving the pink heart box on the ground at Iwazumi’s feet. 

“Look in the box,” is all Oikawa can say before he leaves Iwazumi alone in the gym again. 

The doors to the gym creak before crashing closed, the sound echoing. Iwazumi stares at the box, it has your handwriting. He loves your handwriting- but he stares a little harder. It’s his name. You wrote his name. If he had any less restraint he’d get it tattoed on his own chest so he could look at it every morning. 

He picks up the box and opens it- a small note falling out. 

“Iwazumi,

I am so sorry for the way I run from you. 

Every time you smile at me or try to talk to me I get this really intense feeling in my chest. 

It feels like my heart is beating so fast that I can’t think straight and I panic and run off. You make me so nervous that I can’t think straight. 

I guess what I’m trying to make clear is I really, really like you. 

But I want to try and talk to you. I want to know you, Iwazumi.

I’d like to see you at lunch today if you’d be interested. I’ll be at the tree again. 

The one you like to have lunch at. 

-Y/N <3”

Iwazumi feels sick. He had a chance and he’s about to blow it. He practically sprints across the gym and out the back door- there are only a few moments left at lunch and he’s worried you already gave up. 

He sees you standing there, and it’s like his world stops spinning again. You look absolutely divine- he notices how you fidget with the hem of your skirt when you’re nervous. It makes him smile and his face softens. 

You look at him, both of your eyes meeting. You stand up straighter, your face getting more pink with blush. He adores that blush. He practically runs over to you, his strides long. Before you can even attempt to find words, his hands are holding your face and he’s pressing a kiss to your lips. 

He didn’t think about it. When he imagined kissing you, specifically your first kiss with him,  he imagined it being pefect. He imagines he’d be a gentleman, ask you first. But he didn’t think today. He just knew you liked him, and he knew you didn’t have words, and honestly neither did he. 

The kiss is gentle, he holds back every single urge he has to kiss you deeper or move his hands to the back your neck or your waist. He doesn’t want to scare you. He wants you to understand how he’s longed for you. How he’s yearned for you. He wants you to feel it in the way he kisses firmly but gently. 

He pulls back and looks into your eyes- both of your faces red. He watches you try to say something but struggle to find the words. 

“Don’t say anything. Just let me look at you like this.” His voice is a whisper, his lips brushing against yours when he talks.

And so you don’t say anything. And he looks at you, he holds your face in his hands, pressing his forehead to yours, and looks at you. He notices that you curl your eyelashes before school. He can smell your strawberry and cream-scented perfume. Your skin is soft, it makes him want to go to the shrine again tonight and pray to thank the gods for giving them the gift that is you. 

“Iwazumi-“ 

He pulls back a little when he hears your voice soft on your lips. He’d live life happy to never hear a single thing again if it meant he can always recall the sound of his name coming from you.  He nods softly, assuring you he’s listening and you have his full attention, you can take all the time you need. He watches you take a deep breath to reassure yourself. 

“walk me home after school today.” 

“I’ll walk you home every day.” Iwazumi responds quickly, “I’ll walk you home every day. I’ll walk you to class. You can study with me whenever you want. I’ll buy you every treat you could want, I’ll take you to dinner whenever you ask. I’ll bend over backward if you ask me to, Y/N. Please, give me a chance. I want to be yours-“ 

Iwazumi blushes harder when you surprise him by pressing a small kiss to his cheek. He touches the spot gently where you kissed him, looking at you as you smile up at him. 

Yea, Iwazumi will never love anyone else and it’s your fault. He’s smitten. 

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[sossolei]

I'm actually crying rn please, how do I really shift? For a fact Ik that shifting and manifestation is real. But I've been unable to shift my awareness to my Dr.. I saw your hogwarts posts and im really happy and glad that you get to experience all of that but I can't even shift to a better version of my cr let alone some fictional world??I really wanna get out of this abusive household, it's messing up with my mental peace each day, everyday waking upto fights and getting blamed for being a disappointment. I'm sorry I'm not trauma dumping but I just really wanna get out of here.

I am 10000% going to make a more detailed post about this very soon, but to answer your question right now, the best advice I can give you is to genuinely stop listening to other people and try to make shifting/a ritual before shifting, as fun as possible.

Advice is great don’t get me wrong, but after a certain point everyone is just repeating the same talking points and yapping about things that don’t work for you and your journey. Find your own groove but for now here’s what I’ll say:

1. Practice meditation as often as you can. Do it for sleep. Do it while you’re awake. Do it before school or work. Do it whenever and genuinely get in tune with who you are without a body and without a mind. You are pure consciousness and meditation is one of the best ways to internalize this.

2. Since you mentioned manifesting, practice small manifestions in your current reality because that is also considered reality shifting. Every time you decide to walk left instead of right, you’ve just shifted realities because universe is now adapting to what you have chose. If you think manifesting is your thing, build up your confidence within that AND ( best part ) try to manifest things from your better c.r, into your current reality. Start off small like maybe a cute cup from your better reality to bring into your current one or even some curtain bangs to look more like your better reality self—not only will these things build your confidence but they will also make you feel so connected to that other reality. Genuinely apply this and you’ll wake up one day and realize something so small like a cup, or a cute notebook from your other reality that is in your c.r means that that reality is never as far as you think it is.

3. Be mindful of the language you use. Never come back from a shifting attempt and think, “omg I didn’t shift again”, instead switch that to “damn I gotta practice waking up in that other reality instead of just sleeping there all the time” does that make sense? You realistically could’ve shifted while you slept, but because you were sleeping, you wouldn’t have noticed. HELLO! It makes sense guys.

That’s all I can say right now but definitely ask me anything else, I’d love to help in any way I can and I can guarantee you will shift to that reality ( even if you haven’t already ) because you shift every single day and this reality is no different than choosing pizza instead of burgers for dinner LOL.

[lcvejoy]

speak now

wilbur soot x gn!reader

tw!: alcohol, throwing up, angst? hurt/comfort. kinda makes no sense; not proofread.

word count: 1,336

a/n: i hate this but i rlly just wanted to post bc i miss it. more stuff coming! this is just to get me back into the groove of writing and sharing lol. clearlyyyy i write too much angst im sorry i just thrive in it. ill write more fluff! expect more!

wilbur is lying on the vinyl kitchen flooring when he calls.

he’s wine drunk and crying like an overtired toddler. wails of grief and laboured breaths, clutching his phone with one hand and gripping his hair with the other. the cold surface of the floor giving him some relief for his overheated body.

“hey, you’ve reached y/n! i must be super busy, but leave a message and i’ll get back to you when i can!” he’s heard that voicemail hundreds of times this week. he loves hearing your voice, even if only through a phone speaker.

“baby?” he sniffles, wiping his snot on his sleeve, “hey darling, hey y/n.”

a shaky breath, “listen i-“ he looks at at the ceiling, silently cursing himself, “i need you to tell me where you are, okay?” he catches a sob before it escapes, trying to display strength. “we’re all so worried about you. i-i’m so worried about you.” he’s dizzy, the room is spinning now. he reaches his hand out to lay flat against the floor in an attempt to steady himself.

“just call me. or text one of us. anyone. w-we just want to know you’re okay.” wilbur can no longer hide his misery. his voice is wobbly and it cracks at the beginning of each sentence.

“i love you, y/n. i-i love you so much it hurts.” he begins to feel the bile rise in his throat, “come home, okay?” he hangs up. he gets up from the floor on shaky legs, stumbling his way to the bathroom, and lets out of the contents of his stomach. he’s coughing and spitting, hugging the toilet and resting his head on the side of the seat.

he flushes the toilet and scoots back to lay his back against the opposite wall. he leans his head back, closing his eyes, before crumbling again. loud sobs, fat tears, hiccups and laboured breaths. the pain and grief hits him like a train.

there was an argument between you two the night you left. he hasn’t seen you since, and nobody has heard from you. your phone, however, has remained on - proven by the fact that wilbur has been able to leave you voicemails and each of his texts deliver. both, however, go unanswered and unread.

he is riddled with guilt - his brain playing every possible scenario. hurt, kidnapped, murdered, lost, alone. although, his hopeful side prays you’re at your parents house and you just don’t want to talk to anyone.

he picks up his phone and calls again. he leaves more voicemails. he does this for hours until he’s sober with a pounding headache and a broken heart.

until, finally, “wilbur, please stop calling.”

you answer. he’s frozen, sitting up from his leant over position quickly.

“y/n?” he’s convinced he’s hallucinating, that this isn’t real, that you didn’t actually pick up your phone.

“i’m fine, wil. i’m safe. please stop calling and go to sleep.” you seem annoyed, your voice is heavy with exhaustion; like he’s woken you up multiple times with his constant calls.

“w-where are you?” he’s frantic.

“i’m safe.” you respond, sternly.

“stop calling, wil.” it comes out like a warning.

“are you going to come back?” he asks, the emotions bubbling in his gut, “please, y/n. please come home.”

he hears you sigh. he holds his breath as he waits for your answer.

“i’m sorry i worried you” you began, “i just needed some space. i’m coming home in a couple days.”

wilbur falls apart with relief. he cries without the pain and grief present.

“we will talk more about it when i come back. just-“ you pause.

“just give me some space, okay? get some sleep.” you speak gently.

he nods, wiping the tears spilling down his cheeks.

“i love you” he sobs.

“i love you, too” you whisper. you hang up, and wilbur cries more.

two days later, wilbur hears keys jingling at his front door as he sits on the couch. he rises to his feet so quickly that he stumbles slightly, nearly tripping. he watches the lock switch, the door handle twist, and the door begin to slowly swing open. he’s frozen as he watches, wide-eyed.

you walk in, a small bag in hand. you haven’t yet noticed wilbur’s presence as you lock the door and remove your shoes, setting your bag down on the floor next to you.

finally, you look up. you freeze upon meeting wil’s eyes. you both stand there - staring in each others eyes, mouth slightly agape, feet planted in place.

wilbur’s mouth opens as if he’s going to say something, but the words get caught in his throat. he gulps, feeling the emotions rise to his eyes.

“hi wil” you break the silence with a small whisper.

his lip quivers, a tear falls down his cheek.

“hi” his voice cracks as he whispers back.

there’s a beat of silence as you both remain solid in your places. wilbur is silently crying, staring at you. you can feel your eyes welling with tears as you speak again; “i’m sorry i left” you begin, “i just needed some space. i should’ve told you where i was going. that was incredibly selfish of me.” you look down, your fingers anxiously playing with the hem of your shirt. you swallow before beginning again, “it killed me to not talk to you, but we both needed time apart.” you look up to meet wilbur’s eyes again. he has tears steadily streaming down his cheeks, his mouth is slightly open. you are finally taking in just how broken he looks; his hair is a mess, he has dark eye bags as if he hasn’t slept since the night you left, his skin is pale and dry. you feel like the shittiest human being on earth for having caused him this pain. you quickly wipe the tear that falls from your eye.

wilbur gulps again before speaking in a hushed voice and broken tone; “i never want to go that long wondering if you’re okay again. w-wondering if i’ll ever see you again. i-“ a choked sob leaves his lips. he breathes deeply before continuing, “i was s-so scared that the only time i would ever hear your voice again was through your voicemail message.”

you can’t stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks as he speaks. you nod as you look down.

“i’m so sorry” you crumble, both of you letting out soft sobs and hitches of sharp breaths.

“let me hold you” wilbur speaks up, “please, l-let me hold you.”

all you can do is nod. the words won’t form. so you do; you nod as he quickly steps forward.

and as he reaches you, he pulls you into him. his hands wrap themselves around your middle as his head buries into your neck. you wrap your arms around his neck and pull your face into his chest, breathing him in. you can feel his hot tears on your skin and his body jump as he lets out quiet sobs.

you stand there, in the living room of your shared apartment, holding each other and crying together for an unmeasurable amount of time. until eventually, the sobbing subsides and all that is heard is sniffles.

wilbur pulls away from the hug and instead, brings his hands to your face and rests his forehead against yours. you hold his forearms and close your eyes. you missed this - you missed being close to him, feeling him, smelling him. you missed him.

he missed you equally as much.

“never again” he whispers, as his thumbs begin moving against your cheeks.

“never again” you repeat in an equally quiet voice.

you both smile slightly. wilbur moves his head up to leave a long, lingering kiss on your forehead before returning his forehead to yours.

a silent vow of forgiveness, a silent vow of “i’m sorry.”

and yet, there is a quiet but heard vow of a promise to never let this happen again.

[whxtedreams]

Chapter one - Fuckin' Tourists

Lovesick In Jackson

Summary: Your first day in Jackson, meeting a rather rude local and settling into your new home

Word Count: 4,5k

tags: Ellie being Ellie, Joel being a caring father figure, Joel being an ashole to everyone but Ellie, Ellie does mention not wanting to eat (let me know if i miss any)

an. thank you so much for all the love on the prologue! Im stoked you guys are just as excited for this fic as I am to write it! I hope you like it :)

if you saw me post this without the cut and photos - no you didn’t.

Series Masterlist - Main Masterlist

The inn is warm and inviting as you step through the heavy front door, the heat from the lit fireplace warming your icy skin as you enter the building. While winter has almost come and gone, and the spring season teases its arrival, the fresh cold air that lingers outside still covers the land with its icy grip. You take in a deep breath as the warmth from inside envelopes you, savoring the warmth as you admire the rustic interior of the small inn.

Fire crackles from the fireplace, a light glow filling the room. The light dances on the display of unique mugs that hang with grace from the wooden beams that line the ceiling above you. Fairly lights are strung up and intertwined with vines around the beams, adding to the soft and warm glow of the room. 

You wander into the middle of the room, your fingertips tracing the small crevices and grooves that line the wooden tables. The table feels smooth under your touch, the wood itself worn down and smooth as well. Setting down your backpack on the stool beside you, you roll your stiff shoulders and hear your bones cracking with relief as they loosen up again. The long train ride across state lines had been tough, with your body screaming to stretch and move after only an hour of being confined in the cramped cabin.

The clock above the fireplace ticks, catching your attention as you read the time. You frown to yourself as you look back around the empty bar. The clock had just ticked over nine-thirty, you would have expected at least one person in the bar at this time of night.

You turn at the sound of a door opening as a soft hummed tune flows through the room. A girl with black hair tied in a bun and a light dust of freckles littering her face walks through a door behind the bar. Her eyes are cast down to a glass shes cleaning with a rag and with a smile on her face as she slowly sways to the music playing in her headphones.

“Excuse me?” You try to gain her attention without startling her, but your effort is futile as she turns away from you and sets the glass down before grabbing another.

You lean against the bar with your arms crossed, your eyes roaming the room as you wait for her to turn back around. Suddenly, there's a startled gasp, as if caught in surprise. She yanks the headphones out of her ears, and her breath is labored with shock. She stares back at you, her eyes meeting yours for the first time.

“Oh fuck, I didn’t hear you come in.” She lets out a huff of a laugh, her mouth twitching into a smile as she realises her mistake.“I’m sorry about that,” she says, apologetically throwing her headphones on the bar in front of you and leaning against it with her hands. “We don’t normally get people in this late on a Tuesday” She shrugs, her face and body language seemingly relaxed despite the initial shock.

“That’s okay, I’m normally not out this late if I’m honest.”

“No? So what’s got you visiting the great Firefly Inn this late at night?” She smirks as she leans over the bar.

“Dina stop flirting with the poor girl.” Another girl teases as she walks out of the back room, rolling her eyes as she jumps to sit on the counter behind Dina.

Dina scoffs.

“Don’t you have a boyfriend anyway?” Ellie leans over and takes an apple from the fruit bowl, raising her eyebrows at her friend.

Dina turns around and snatches the apple from her hand before she’s able to take a bite and takes a bit for herself as Ellie frowns at her.

“No actually, we broke up again.” She shrugs as she takes another bite of the apple.

“Again?” Ellie groans, leaning back until her head hits the wall behind her.

You look between the two teenagers, feeling like you’re imposing on their private conversation. You wait patiently for one of them to acknowledge your presence, but they continue to bicker back and forth like children. They seem almost oblivious to any other presence besides their own, their voices growing louder and their playful arguments becoming more passionate with each turn of phrase.

“Is there any chance I could get a room for the night?” You attempt to break their conversation and their heads snap in your direction, successfully silencing them.

There’s a moment of awkward silence as the three of you stare at each other, no one seeming to know what to say or do. Your request finally registers in Dina’s head, and she smiles slightly in embarrassment, breaking the tension between the three of you.

“Oh fuck. Yeah of course.” She mumbles as she dashes into the room out the back and returns with a thick book you assume is for the bookings.

Dina scribbles down your details while Ellie crunches on the apple she successfully stole back from her friend, her smug smile suggesting that the victory tasted a lot sweeter than the apple itself.

Dina leads you up a set of stairs to the second level of the inn, the candles that line the narrow hallway casting a soft and flickering glow around the vicinity. She unlocks an adjacent room and hands you the key, the space itself offering a warm and cozy atmosphere that feels more like a private home than a room at an inn.

You mumble a thanks as you step into the room, about to close the door behind you. Dina's foot suddenly blocks your attempt, jamming the door from closing completely. She smiles sweetly at you as you glare at her through the crack in the door, the exhaustion from the journey and the teenager starting to wear on your patience.

“Breakfast is at eight, if you want any.” She offers and removes her foot from the door and disappears down the dimly lit hallway.

“Weird.” You sigh as you close the door, making sure to lock it.   

The town square is buzzing with activity as you walk down the main street, the morning's chill and overcast skies making the townsfolk more eager to get to their destinations inside the warmth of the next building.

Children are out and about, laughing and racing on their bikes as they speed by you with little to no regard towards any other pedestrians in their way. They seem to be racing each other to get to school in time, their speed increasing with each turn in the road.

With the dull gray skies overhead, the fairy lights strung across the town square provide a much-needed burst of warmth and cozy charm to the town's atmosphere. The lights glow dimly and softly, reflecting off of the damp pavement and casting a gentle glow against the trees and other surfaces that the lights have been tied to. You find yourself smiling at the sight, drawn in by the comforting atmosphere of the town and the familiar charm of the lights. You could definitely see yourself making a life here, and the thought makes you feel a sense of calm and happiness.

You don’t remember living here as a child, but you would have remembered this.

Your eyes scan across the town square as if searching for something to give you a further boost of energy after the tiredness of the morning, and there it is. A coffee shop sign, the words and colors of the sign beckoning you in like a magnet. You let out a yawn that seemingly came from your bones, your eyelids feeling heavier and your body screaming for a caffeine boost to help pick you up.

The bell above the door rings as you enter the cafe, the soft jingle announcing your presence. It's a small and quaint cafe on the inside with a few tables scattered throughout the middle of the shop. Brown leather couches are pushed up against a rustic brick wall where an older woman is seated with a book in her hands. The atmosphere is warm and welcoming, the smell of freshly brewed coffee filling the cafe.

Walking up to the display case, you notice it’s full of pastries and cakes and your mouth waters at the sight.  

You hear the familiar ding of the bell as it rings again, grabbing your attention from the mouth watering food. Ellie, the girl from last night, walks in with an older man following in behind her. He looks just as tired as you feel, his dark brown eyes heavy with sleep as he holds the door open as she passes through, and she gives him a small smile in return before she bee-lines to the counter. There’s a smirk on her face as she leans over the counter, reaching for the bell and obnoxiously hitting the bell. 

“I thought I hid that.” The tired sigh of the barista behind the counter is a testament to the constant and obnoxious dinging of the bell. His back is turned as he finishes making a drink, seemingly used to the incessant noise that constantly plagues his ears.

“Not well enough Jesse boy.” She draws out his name, as if to mock him and his inability to hide the bell. There are a few annoyed glances from other customers who are growing resentful of her loud and disruptive behavior, but she remains unfazed as she continues to hit the obnoxious bell as if it were a toy.

The older man that walked in with her shakes his head in disappointment as he reaches over and takes the bell from her. A small frown settles on her face as she watches him take it from her, her mood being spoiled as she realizes she cannot continue her disruption. She lets out a small and annoyed huff as he places the bell on top of the display case, where his eyes meet yours for a brief moment. His face settles in a soft frown as he looks at you, muttering fuckin’ tourist under his breath before returning his attention to the girl by his side.

Your face shows your shock at the rudeness of the older man, your eyebrows shooting up in surprise. You shake your head in disbelief, still unable to process that someone could behave so rudely to a stranger. “Grumpy old man” You mutter under your own breath.

 You look back down at the pastries, feeling a bit put off after the interaction but still considering what to buy.

“Come on kiddo, enough of that.” He mutters as he digs his wallet from his back pocket.   

Hmm, maybe a croissant, or a muffin?

The barista turns around with a grin, pushing two mugs onto the counter. “A hot chocolate for the troublemaker,” he says, gesturing to Ellie as he pushes the mug towards her. “And a black coffee for the poor tired soul that has to put up with her,” he jokes, pushing the second mug towards the older man standing beside her.

Maybe a cinnamon roll?

“You got that right.” The man softly chuckles as he takes out his card.

“Whatcha say Joel, you want your usual breakfast or are you finally going to try something else? We make mean waffles here.”

“Just the bacon and eggs.”

The muesli slice looks good.

“Alright, alright. I’ll change your mind one of these days.” The barista, Jesse, sighs with a grin as he taps the order into the tablet. “What about you Ellie?” He asks without looking up from the screen.

“Nah, not hungry.”

“Oh come on kid, you gotta eat something.”

“I’m not hungry Joel.” She shrugs as she crosses her arms over her chest.

A woman with dark brown hair boxed braided and tied neatly into a bun walks in, her eyes quickly scanning the crowded café until they land on you.  Her eyes instantly lock onto yours, her warm smile signaling that you're the person she's looking for. She politely asks, "Am I right to assume you're Rose's granddaughter?"

"Oh, yeah that's me." You respond awkwardly, a bit taken aback by the familiarity of the woman's question. You have no idea who this woman is or why she's so familiar with you, and she seems to know more about you than you do about her.

“I thought so. I’m Maria, the Mayor of Jackson. I knew Rose very well,” She smiles warmly, her hand resting on your shoulder as she mentions your grandmother. “I’m sorry about what happened, she was a lovely lady.”

You nod along to her words, a vague sense of familiarity dawning on you as you try to recall where you heard that name before. As she continues to offer her condolences, you remember her name from the letter your grandmother sent you. You thank her for her condolences and look back at the display case.

“I recommend the white chocolate and raspberry muffin.” She points to the muffin and you nod at her offer. “I get it every morning.”

Jesse takes one of the white chocolate muffins from the display and places it into a paper bag, placing it on the counter alongside a takeaway coffee. “All ready for you Maria.” He calls out and she politely dismisses herself from your conversation.

You watch from the side as she pays and thanks the young boy for her order.

The woman turns back to you with a smile and a friendly gesture. "Now, I do have a few things in my office for you," she begins, her voice sounding genuinely friendly and welcoming. "If you want to come by today, I can give them to you and show you the farm?" she offers.

You quickly take her offer, explaining that you were already on your way to her office before stopping by the cafe.

You step towards the counter as the woman leaves, Jesse humming to himself as he wipes over the counter. He looks up at you as he notices your presence, a smile appearing on his face as he offers a warm greeting. "What can I get for you?" he asks, tossing the cloth aside.

You place your order, deciding on taking up Maria’s recommendation and a dirty chai.

Your eyes are instantly drawn to a small table by the window, the sunlight gleaming through the room and illuminating the table as though spotlighting it for you. The bookcase behind the table shows a small collection of books and board games, all seemingly put in a neat and orderly fashion. The entire room feels clean and organized, as if everything has been placed in just the right location and given the proper focus.

You take a seat at the small table by the window and ease into a comfortable position. As you relax, you start to scroll through your emails, going over the updates about the delivery of your belongings. According to the tracking and updates, your belongings should be arriving by tomorrow, and you hope that everything goes smoothly without any unexpected delays.

Movement outside catches your eyes, and you glance out through the window. You notice Ellie and Joel sitting on one of the benches outside, Jesse setting down Joel's breakfast as Ellie continues to talk to him. The two of them laugh at something Ellie is saying as Joel rolls his eyes and shakes his head in a playful and mock frustrated way.

There’s a waffle on Joel’s plate and he shakes his head, shooing Jesse away.

Your eyes find themselves involuntarily drawn to the back of Joel, the short brown hair that curls slightly at the ends and the few soft grays that are starting to sprinkle his head. The thick brown jacket he wears looks cozy and well-worn, a clear indication of years of use and comfort.

He hands Ellie his buttered toast and she shakes her head. He must say something because she sighs dramatically and takes the bread from him.

“Happy?” You can read her lips as she talks.

Joel nods.   

You look away, not wanting to be caught staring.

You’re dreaming. You have to be dreaming. A dream is the only reasonable explanation for the check in your hand.

Half a million dollars.

“There has to be some sort of mistake?”

“I can assure you, there’s no mistake here.” Maria assures you, setting her hands on her desk as she gestures to the check.

You're sitting across from Maria in her large office at the town hall. The light wood furniture in the space is sleek and simple in style, the minimalist design giving the office a clean and welcoming atmosphere. The room is filled with natural light thanks to the floor-to-ceiling windows behind her, the sunlight breaking through the gray clouds reflecting off of the wood furniture and making the room feel bright and airy.

A few photo frames sit proudly on her desk. There’s one on her wedding day, kissing her husband with a smile on his face. Then there’s one next to it, the two of them holding a new born baby in a hospital bed, smiling down like proud parents. 

Your eyes are frozen on the check though, the number staring back at you as you struggle to comprehend it. You're at a loss for words as your brain tries to wrap itself around the amount listed on the check, Maria's light chuckle drawing your attention.

She digs around in her draw momentarily before setting another note on the table.

“This is a lot to take in, I’m sure. This is a list of everything she did for the town. It’s rather long but if you want to pick up anything she did, you can. No one is expecting you to replace Rose, honestly I don’t think anyone could,” she slides over the list and your eyes widen more at the long list of jobs she did around town.

Farming of fruit Farming of vegetables Farming of flowers Raise cows, provide dairy products Raise Chickens, provide eggs Raise sheep, provide wool Beekeeper, provide honey Fishing, provide fresh fish Deep diving, cleaning ocean Volunteering at town events

You slowly look up at Maria with a raised eyebrow. “I can’t do all this, this is crazy.” You scoff as you look back down at the list.

She laughs at that, sighing and agreeing with you. “She was a very busy woman. But if you want to continue her farm or sell it, let me know. I’ll help you in any way I can. Rose was an outstanding member of our community. If you do decide to continue the farm, even just doing one of these, it’ll be a massive help.”

You let out a sigh, sinking into the chair as you read over the list again. Your grandmother sounds impressive and you wish you had known her, or at least remembered her.

Farming doesn’t sound too bad?

“Alright then, show me the farm. Let’s see what I’m dealing with.”

You stand before the front door to your grandmother's house, a place long forgotten and now abandoned. Cobwebs and critters are scattered all across the exterior of the house, the once meticulously maintained walls now covered in unkept vines that are slowly crawling their way up the structure. The exterior has an eerie and uninviting aura to it, as if the place has been left to become an echo of time lost to memories.

At the center of the front door hangs a small piece of paper, its edges frayed and fluttering in the breeze as the rusty nail it's held to struggles to keep it in place.

Heard someone was moving back in to Rose's place, if you need a hand rebuilding, let me know. Joel Miller ps. I used to work in construction, I know what I'm doing.

You rip the note off the front door and sigh as you look back over the farm, its beauty all but fallen apart since your grandmother's absence. The farm, once a beautiful and lively space, seems almost lifeless now. The plants are all unkempt and overgrown, most of them withered and dry while others are covered in a thick layer of weeds. It's a sad sight, one that reminds you of how much time has passed since she was last here.

How long it's been since you've been here.

“Who’s Joel Miller?” You ask as Maria follows you up the stairs to the front porch.

“That would be my brother in law, owns a sheep ranch down the road. Why?”

You hand her the note and huffs in surprise at the note. “That’s oddly nice of him. Guess he always had a soft spot for Rose. But don’t expect that from him, he can be a bit…” She trails off her sentence, her face scrunching up in thought.

“Rude?”

“Oh so you’ve met him then?” She laughs.

“I think so, took one look at me and muttered ‘fuckin’ tourist’” You try your best to impersonate his southern accent and Maria lights up at your attempt.

“Yep, that sounds just like Joel. But don’t take that personally, you’re not a fuckin’ tourist, you’re officially a Jackson resident.” She hands the keys to you and gestures towards the front door. “This is your home now.” 

The sound of the door unlocking sends a nervous feeling through your stomach, your nerves already on edge from the anticipation of moving into your new home. The door creaks as it opens, a stale and musty smell filling your nose and signaling that the house had been shut up and sealed away for far too long.

The house is beautiful.

Your eyes take in the large entry as you step into the house, your eyes drawn to the two hanging black chandeliers with fake candles. A large black wooden sliding door can be seen to your left, and a set of glass doors in front of you leads out to the back porch.

You ease the black doors open, entering the open-floor plan space with a slow and careful step. The modern and rustic wooden kitchen fills your vision, a large dining room sitting to the left as you step over and slide your palms across the white counter tops. The space has been empty for a while, a thick layer of dust on the counters.

“She took a lot of pride in her home.” Maria speaks up as she follows you into the room.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Would you like a tour?”

“I’d love one.”

You follow along as Maria opens a set of dark wooden doors to the right of the kitchen, the door leading into a small laundry room that connects to the back porch. The laundry room is small but spacious, and the view out to the back porch over a pond is quite peaceful.

To the right of the kitchen, a wooden dining table is situated next to the glass windows that lead into the small greenhouse, the space filled with dead and rotting plants.

To the left of the dining table, a small living room that includes a fireplace and wide wooden stairs that lead to the second floor is also visible. Both the fireplace and the stairs have seen better days, their condition clearly being a testament to the neglect the house has seen.

She leads you upstairs, and as you enter the room at the top of the stairs, your jaw falls wide open at the sight. The room is vast and spacious, with its floor-to-ceiling windows on one wall offering a magnificent view of the pond and farm. Built-in bookshelves line the other two of the walls, with couches built in under the windows, giving the space a cozy and welcoming vibe. The books on the shelves display a wide variety of topics, from classic works of fiction to non-fiction books on various scientific subjects.

“Joel helped her do this.” Maria points towards the bookshelves and couches and you nod in awe.

“Maybe I will take him up on the offer to help.” You chuckle as she leads you into a room across from the top of the stairs. The bathroom is fairly run down and rusted, but you can see what it used to be like in all its glory. A cracked tub sits in the middle of the room with an open shower to your left.

Maria leads you to the bedroom, the final room of the upstairs, which is located to the left of the stairs. The room is decently sized, with a big window that faces out towards the farm. The window lets in plenty of lighting and fresh air. To the left of the room, there is a narrow corridor that leads to a small balcony.

“Is the power and water turned on?” You inquire, following her back downstairs to the ground level of the house.

She gives you a quick nod, confirming that she had already planned to have everything ready for your arrival. Everything had been taken care of before your arrival, ensuring that the utilities would be fully functional for you to use as soon as you move into the house.

“Well, it’s been wonderful to meet you. Rose used to talk about you a lot, so it’s been nice to meet you. If you need anything,” She digs through her bag before handing you her card. “Call me, I’ll do whatever I can to help.” She offers before leaving you alone in your new home.

You find Joel’s offer again that night, folded on a table in the entry way while you’re snooping around and attempting to sort through your grandmothers house — or you guess your own house now.

You sigh at the number scribbled at the bottom of the note. Did you really want the help of someone who was so rude to you?

As you look down at the note in your hand once more, you can't help but exhale. 

“Fuck it,” you mutter as you enter his number into your phone before sending him a text.

Hey Joel, I just moved into Rose’s farm and found the note you left. Would love to take up your offer! - Fucking tourist

You smile to yourself as you send the text and hope to god that he remembers you from the cafe this morning.

Your phone vibrates as you get out of the shower that night.

Glad your not a tourist. We can grab coffee and discuss what needs doing. Tomorrow work for you? - Grumpy old man

You huff a laugh at his response, glad he has a sense of humor. You shake off the smile on your face, remembering how much of an asshole he was this morning. You text back agreeing to his offer and he sets a time for eight in the morning.

You drift off to sleep with a smile on your face, and you tell yourself that it’s not because of Joel but rather due to your own excitement and happiness about the move. He may be a rude asshole but he offered to help and from the looks of the house and farm, you’re going to need it.

And if Joel Miller wants to help, you’ll make him work.

Chapter 2 - comming soon

Notes

I am having way too much fun with this fic! So, our first look at Dina, Ellie, Jesse, Joel and Maria! I hope you like how i've incorporated them into the story! I’m having Dina and her sister run the inn (which is also a restaurant) Jesse work at the cafe (so far, there’s more he does too) and I cant wait until you find out what Ellie does, yall are going to LOVE her in this story. And then there’s Joel. Please excuse him, he’s just a grumpy old man that needs his coffee and hates tourists. But I really loved his interactions with Ellie.

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[deadgrantaires]

hmmmm im thinkin maybe i should try and get back to my. major-art-slump-care again. where i just have my little sketchpad and i doodle w/e i like a little bit eveyr day and i write the date on em and i dont even post it if i dont like it. i jsut feel like i gotta get back intot eh groove of art and even. WANTING to do art bc rn it feels just likeeee. an insurmountable hurdle any time i try to finish/work on a wip i have on my puter U_U

[quirinah]

Nice to meet you, fellow nintama fan <3 May I ask, who's your favorite character? If you can give ones for different grades it'd be cool!

nice 2 meet you too!!! tomesaburou is my number one chew toy. mutual on twitter described him as a himbo and I laughed out loud but it is kind of funny he comes off as so princely and charming and then he does anything in this show and he’s always tweaking out a little. real as fuck. I’ve been rewatching the series again recently and hes honestly kind of all over the place sometimes when it comes to characterization but I like that he’s not as clean cut as the rest of the sixth years sometimes idk… head scratch. I think I just relate to the feeling of like clumsiness about how you feel and your relationships with people you know and like. wanting to constantly catch up to people you look up (siblings) and constantly trying to work towards that goal and even like. how even his weaker presence next to the other sixth years translates into that, like feeling like you’re still lagging being your peers somehow? or that they’re somehow more emotionally realized than you. I think that insecurity explains a bit of his ego and it’s also. real as fuck for a fifteen year old LMFAOOO and even now! shoubu da, tomesaburou!

moe point lightning round. amako soubei described him as “manly and handsome, but stupid” in one of her fan gatherings and it’s so fucking funny to me. he’s literally a betta fish. his whimsyful older brother dynamic with his committee. the way his voice goes all high pitched whenever he’s like EHHHHHH or just generally bewildered. him and monjirou’s joint inability to sit still. his homoerotic relationship with his roommate. his homoerotic relationship with his rival. that one time in the season 23 genkin episode where senzou lost his temper and he points at himself confused and is like is it my fault??? ☹️ him in his pajamas. his side profile. his one cm monjirou height difference. any shot where he’s practicing with his weapon #sakuga. his bulwark insistency on running the etiquette committee his own fighting way during the chairman swap arc (epic failure). that one shot of him as a little kid and he’s stuffing his face with rice. when he leaves his underclassmen with isaku and senzou curses him out and there’s like a ghostly phantom of tomesaburou peace signing in the sky like he’s in a dead wife flashback. im normal

for each grade umm. something like kingo, saburouji, magohei, takiyashamaru, hachizaemon, and. you know. LMFAO um im trying to get back on my groove post film crunch but for someone that always jokes about how there’s a dedicated episode cut for every character you like regardless of who they are I have not been keeping up with characters beyond the sixth years a lot. trust. trust. I will have more things to say about this rotation soon. dattebayo

[lemonflavoreddishsoap]

Hello!!, I saw that you were accepting requests so I wanted to ask for a LS with a S/o who is a member of a punk band!!

PS: sorry for my bad english… I'm using a translator to send this:(

Since I already kiiiind of did similar headcanons for Formaggio and Risotto, I won't include them in these headcanons, I hope that's okay!!

ADDITION IM ADDING NOW AS I FINALLY WORK ON SOME DRAFTS HOOOOOOLY SHIT AM I SORRY I'VE NEGLECTED MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG I'm going to try to get back into a writing groove!!!!

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La Squadra with an S/O in a punk band

Illuso

He makes everyone and their grandma listen to your band. He's boasting about how good your music is, he's practically a living advertisement. If you don't want people to get sick of your band's music, please try to ask him to stop

If you're the singer of the band, he'll sometimes start singing your songs, hoping you'll start singing with him.

Hell, even if you aren't the singer, he'll do it.

Makes his way into as many concerts as he can - his stand comes in handy here as he sneaks in pretty damn easily...I mean I don't really know if he needs to but he does anyway?

Prosciutto

Music-wise, it's not exactly something you two connect on, however, he recognises talent when he sees/hears it.

And while he may not listen to your band's stuff on his own time, he will never turn down watching you practice a song or an instrument either on your own or with your band.

Your sheer concentration and skill captivates and attracts him, he loves it.

If you ask for it, he's willing to give feedback when you play him works in progress - he's very fair with his comments, never too harsh, never too soft.

Pesci

He is CONSTANTLY praising you. Number one fan all day every day, supporting your band as much as he possibly can.

I've said before that I think Pesci's music tastes are a bit of everything, so he has a good appreciation for the kind of art you make and you two can bond over music pretty easily.

He's very nervous about talking to any of your bandmates, but he always asks you to pass along compliments to them. Appreciation for everyone! aughghghg i love him

If he has the time, and you're okay with it, he loves to help with performances!!! If you need help setting ANYTHING, he is willing to help out

Also...be prepared for a very proud, mushy Pesci after any of your performances

Melone

"You've been playing together for how long? And your biggest inspirations are...?" idk why I just think he would like. Be a major contributor if you guys had like a wikipedia page or something. He's interviewing you and tippy tapping away (there's a post showing off how silly he types, I need to find it again)

He's asking about all the instruments, all the equipment - if you'd be so gracious as to possible teach him how to use any of them he will be thrilled.

He's just generally super curious about it all, he possibly asks too many questions...as in, you're wondering if he already knows the answer and just wants to listen to you talk.

Similar to Pesci, Melone spreads the appreciation all throughout your band!! No one's talent goes unnoticed to him, and in time he'd like to befriend the other members of the band.

Ghiaccio

Watching you perform does something to him. He's completely fucking silent and his eyes are GLUED on you. It's kind of scary from an outside perspective but to you it's absolutely adorable.

He's listening to your band all the time. Ghiaccio, at least in my thoughts, has such a deep passion for music and pays deep attention to how each individual in a group plays their instruments, how it all comes together to create a unique sound. Obviously, this is a million times more special for him listening to your stuff because well...it's you.

In previous headcanons, I mentioned that he blasts music into his ears when he listens as a sensory thing. With yours, he likes to close his eyes and imagine you and your band are right there.

No because now I can't stop thinking about it. Ghiaccio would love to have a musician s/o. He would love that so much holyshit?

You find him in heated arguments against random people in the comments of videos of your songs. Classic Ghiaccio.

[puckdoll]

2024 Writing Roundup

i was tagged by @cuprun! thank you so much for the tag, reflecting on this past year's writing was a treat

i posted a total of 39 fics this year, which i definitely think is the most i have ever posted in a single year. not all of its good, but im glad i actually got back into the groove of writing somewhat

FEBRUARY

all the same people who scold you (dont deserve to hold you) • sid/geno some of these fics im really going to have nothing to say for them because they were either written for someone else as a prompt or were apart of a fic challenge, so it's not like i put a lot of thought/effort into them? for these first two fics, they were a part of a much bigger fic that i knew i was never going to finish, so i edited them so they'd be able to work as standalones.

thank goodness for the gossip that gets us through the day • sid/geno another standalone that i cut off from that much bigger fit. i love exploring the way a family has to deal with rumors, especially about parentage, and i felt like this series in particular was a good one to do it with.

MARCH

drooling and waiting • sid/geno this starts the first of the prompts for mpreg march! not a lot of creativity to be had this month imho because i was given a prompt and just wrote something for it. writing pregnant g masturbating was very fun though

help me out • sid/geno who doesn't love a little bit of emotional distress and being taken care of by your lovely partner?

touch my skin • yadi/waino i didn't want to just write sidgeno for this entire month, so i ventured off to some of my ships that have less fic. also false heat is SUCH a good trope.

never a tear • sid/geno more baby of mine! but this time dealing with miscarriage. it was a part of sid and geno's story that i always wanted to touch but had never gotten the chance to until this fic.

exquisite taste • leon/connor just a silly little thing, trying to publish something happy instead of just the constant angst. also, leon being irritated by something as little as the wrong chips made me giggle.

your skin glitters in the dark • flower/kris stripclub + stripping + pregnant + lapdances + cross-dressing. this fic was self indulgent for me and me only

idol • jagr/kris no one else seemed like they were going to write jagr/kris, so i took advantage. i love sleazy jagr taking advantage of kris' starstruckness.

and its like the fog has lifted • sid/geno, jake/tristan more baby of mine, but i wanted to look at the future. jake growing up, having his own family, some of the stressors that'd happen. was v happy with this one.

imma mess up (oh!) • ricky/petey i need silly ricky/petey in my life i swear!!!! its the only fic in the tag which is a damn shame bc theyre so cute and work so well

sweet and condensed • geno/mario, sid/geno this is by far my favorite fic i wrote for mpreg march. sleazy mario fucking geno, geno being manipulated to come to america, sid not being able to get too close to geno because he wants to fuck him so bad. just, hits all my buttons.

for as long as you'll need me (i'll be here) • nolan/goldy nolan/goldy my beloveds!!!! i had to write something for them during this too, and what better than steppign up? i wanted this to be so much longer, but unfortunately i ran out of time.

be sweet to me (but you wont) • flower/penguins, flower/sid young flower is so pretty, i needed him debauched by the pens and baby sid doing something because he thinks its for the good of the team and his leadership, not necessarily for himself or for flower.

i'll take care • sid/geno omega geno is the being we all need in life and im tired of acting like its not!!!! so a continuation of that

a dream is a wish your heart makes • jamie/tyler wanted to explore some other ships so jamie/tyler!!! they were fun to write, but i dont necessarily think i caught their characterization good in this.

take what you want from me (but not that) • sid/geno goofy fic again. i literally had no other idea for this fic, so geno kidnapping alex l. who knew by the end of the year id want geno fucking kris.

roommates with benefits • kris/ek, kris/poj the way i desperately needed ek getting cucked!!! and poj fucking his parental figure. like yes hello help that man out

baby mine (don't you cry) • sid/geno more baby of mine! i feel like at some point i started just making these baby of mine to just give it to the people who like that au, not necessarily because i really enjoyed it

the places that feel right • kris/ek my first foray into trying to write kris consistently. it was not very good but i cherish her <3

punished for the sins of others • nolan/freddie, nolan/goldy there was no winner's room brpf so i decided to fix that!!! also i cant stand freddie and i cant stand the way the series happened, so what better than making him a little evil bastard

APRIL

leon the second • leon/connor the first of my locked tomb au!!! i have written parts of the other (there was going to be a total of nine fics) but my mind got distracted and i have yet to finish another. leon the second was really fun to write though, so i hope people enjoy it as much as i do.

still you take up my mind • sid/geno this was a fic that had been sitting in my wip folder since contractgate and i finally got the inspo to finish it bc i decided to fully go in on the manipulator/asshole sid part of it. im not fuilly happy with how it turned out, but im glad that i was able to finally get it out of my wip folder!!

MAY

felt like a new man • willson/sonny this fic is still insane. i still cannot believe Sonny Gray Himself went into the locker room between innings and stripped down naked and changed into a new uniform because he was That Superstitious. so ofc i needed to write handies for it

looks good on you • nolan/goldy one of the many prompt suggestions from lucy!!! just some good old tender goldynado during a season from hell

burning beneath my skin (awaiting your touch) • burly/donnie inspired by another video!! its one of burly chasing donnie around while he's mic'd up and donnie stubbornly refuses to say anything. ofc smut must occur.

whats a home without you • yadi/waino some (two years late) feels for bader <3 i still hate that they traded him, my beloved golden haired child.

JUNE

all you have is your fire • nolan/goldy this was originally supposed to be a longfic to get elliott into baseball, but i couldnt do it :') so some vague dubious consent + heat sex had to do

JULY

to be alone with you • sonny/willson god i will never forget that video of willson getting injured and how it activated the primal urge in me to make a deeply emotional fic between him and sonny, plus also tying it into a fic i had written the year before.

wet in my hand and between the cheeks • brandon/masyn more prompts! i love rookies bullying veterans into sex

dream a little dream of me • nolan/goldy consensual somno+wet dreams? hand it ovvveeerrr. i think july and march were just my smut months bc i wrote sooo much smut.

in over my head • lance/ivan i just realized i wrote two fics where rookies bully the shit out of big long-haired veterans and i cannot help but say thats what i want more of in life. bully that old man

catch me when i fall • yadi/waino more smut!!! old men fucking!!! yadi calling the shots!!! i need to write more of this bc my brain will never be satiated.

jupiter sun • willson/sonny public sex + reunion sex makes me go nuts. also love it when a guy just gets all dribbly and incoherent bc he's just getting fucked too well.

AUGUST

relax and let me in • willson/sonny free use baby!!! the dynamic between a pitcher and a catcher could just be so special.

born anew, bathed in rays of gold • nolan/goldy horror fic! this was something i wrote of in a fit of rage and i wish that more people were into brpf + horror fic bc i think its really good. goldy basically Comes Back Wrong and i adore it.

SEPTEMBER

you in my reflection • burly/donnie insecurities plus bottoming for the first time?? count me tf in. ntm burly is a Big Boy (they dont call him burly biscuit for nothing) and i just love donnie being in control.

OCTOBER

interlude [adieu] • kris/geno my beloved interlude <3 i think ive given up on a fic per game bc i got so far behind that i just couldn't catch up, but i think ill continue to update when i have inspo. i just feel bad in a way because its 1) not proofread and 2) not the greatest bc i was just trying to write without thinking. some of the chapters are probably extremely cringy, but idc!!! krisgeno baby!!!

NOVEMBER

scale dance • kris/geno i love me some good ol' monster fucking!! also geno being so enamored with kris' other side he desperately wants him in him despite their bodies not exactly being compatible. also kris as a dragon hybrid lives rent free tbh

this was a fun reminder that i had actually written a lot this year, and that i wasnt sitting around and not being productive. i was at least doing something, and it was a well-needed reminder.

i tag @theflirtmeister @barkovsasha and @hischiersjohnston

[rollercoasterwords]

rae give us your thoughts on taylor swift more specifically her rich white feminist thing she’s got going on and her influence on the current ‘girlboss’ trend and the current perception of women in media today???? asking bc i love reading your opinions on this stuff 💕

it sounds like u have some opinions of ur own lol but sure i can talk abt taylor swift! will be putting it under a cut bc i love my swiftie mutuals tho...swiftie mutuals look away im going to be mean sorry....

i mean yeah overall u kinda summed it up lol. i don't think i'd really care much about taylor swift were it not for the way she's been branded as some sort of groundbreaking feminist and subsequently played into that perception to profit ("the man" makes my eyes roll out of my skull sorry...)

i think my dislike of her was first seeded when "you need to calm down" came out--before then i just hadn't really cared abt taylor swift, knew a few songs but wasn't crazy about them, etc. but then she dropped "you need to calm down" and suddenly she was getting TONS of praise for doing SO much for the queer community and i was like. well first of all the song is bad second of all she's literally comparing her online haters to violent homophobes as though those two things are in any way equal or similar experiences third of all she's getting praised for profiting off positioning herself as a #ally. like this song and music video are not some sort of feminist praxis they are a way to funnel money into her already bulging pockets.

but because literally everyone around me (many swiftie friends) was gushing over how amazing she was for hiring all those dykes + faggots to dance behind her i felt like i was being gaslit + the fact that taylor swift was just happily accepting the money + accolades at the same time made me dislike her

when folklore came out i actually did enjoy the album which was. the first time that's happened for me lol i usually like maybe one or two of her songs and think the rest are mediocre at best but i was like huh maybe she's like changing as an artist and sort of settling into a new groove that's kinda cool. and then i didn't like evermore as much but i was still like okay cool new sound new vibe. and then she dropped midnights and i tried really hard to like it for my swiftie friends but...honestly i was shocked by how bad it was lol. just felt like a new level of low in terms of bad lyrics and the music was incredibly bland and boring to me, nothing new or interesting going on there. and then i felt gaslit again by all the swifties raving abt the lyricism of lines like "draw the cat eye sharp enough to kill a man" like!!! babe that is a tumblr post from 2014...

but aside from finding it genuinely incomprehensible that she gets so much credit for being an amazing writer or lyricist when the bulk of her discography is simply incredibly mediocre or straight-up bad imo (bc honestly that alone wouldn't be enough to make me dislike her; ik these are all subjective measures so even if i find it annoying to hear people rant + rave about music i think is bad it's not gonna make me dislike the artist or the people raving necessarily) what bothers me more and solidifed my dislike of her is the continuation of the way she acted when "you need to calm down" dropped. which is to say, it's infuriating enough that her fandom has sainted her, but what's more infuriating to me is the she seems inclined to play into that sainthood.

she often leans in to portraying herself as either a victim of misogyny or a #girlboss feminist. and like--this isn't to say taylor swift hasn't experienced misogyny, or that she shouldn't talk about those experiences, or that rich white women are exempt from sexism. but her feminist consciousness seems to begin and end with her own personal experiences of sexism, with no effort at a deeper political engagement made. she flies her private jet around and poisons the environment and when people try to call her out for it she sits back and lets her fans accuse anyone that criticizes her of being sexist. in fact, it seems that any criticism of her is met with accusations of sexism, which is an infuriating obfuscation.

at the end of the day, her politics such that i have seen are incredibly liberal and toothless, and her feminism seems largely focused on making herself more money ("the man" being about "getting ahead" faster, the whole thing with that one guy owning her masters centering around a dispute over property + who gets to make money, etc). she is a capitalist first and foremost, and because of that her feminisn kind of sucks, so i hate seeing people treat her as a Feminist Figure. i also think the gaylor thing is sooooo stupid and annoying and reinforces the concept of identity first and foremost as a discrete ontological category rather than something socially constructed + materially rooted. like the idea that taylor has some mystical gay Essence inside her that exists regardless of how straight her music + lifestyle is, the makes her Queer--sorry but give me a fucking break lol. i don't give a shit if she kisses other girls, taylor swift is not a Queer Icon, and i don't understand why people desperately scrabble to find proof that she is when there are already plenty of openly gay pop singers!

in conclusion taylor swift is the epitome of #girlboss liberal feminism to me and her supposedly genius music being aggressively mediocre is just the icing on the cake lol

[jorisjurgen]

World of Twelve dashboard simulator

🎆 halfalight follow

I think if I get knocked out while solo'ing dungeons oen more time local eniripsas will just euthanise me 😭 iop save me

🫂 shards-of-glass-in-the-bar follow

we all have that homie who's not gonna make it.

🎆 halfalight follow

You run an anti-recovery alcoholism blog tho ???

🫂 shards-of-glass-in-the-bar follow

way to be classphobic dipshit.

🐙 podapoda-2-3 follow

Idk i feel like posting about losing your home bc of it isn't very successful and happy pandawa of you.

🤹 mysteryrystery follow

Anyone in this thread smoke hemp

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🌌 somethingquietplace

Like a sworn knight, I serve you. You are my beating heart, my lifeline. Neither Bonta nor Astrub would be home, if you were not by my side...

Yet, why do my hands yearn for freedom, the way a butcher yearns for a wild animal?

🌛 quartziwindy follow

Are you ok op.

🕸️ osamodas-loves-spiders follow

isnt op that one guy with 50 side blogs who got accused of being a part of the bontarian royalty and classfaking being an ecaflip.

🌌 somethingquietplace

Do you swear on your heart that you can truly believe a person with a life and a career would post on this site.

#Mind your buisiness. #not osu

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🥧 amakna-news-official follow

does anyone know if the demigod goultard is still out there marrying people//...

i n;;eed h;im.

🍄 124-lancer-lancer follow

When you die and go to externam not even being hosed down will help clean your soul. You will not reincarnate for 999 years.

🆎 alphabetcounter follow

e: 13; n: 11; o: 11; l: 7; a: 6; r: 6; i: 5; t: 5; u: 4; d: 4; 9: 3; h: 3; y: 4; s: 3; w: 4; g: 2; c: 2; x: 1; m: 1; v: 1; b: 1; p: 1; f: 1

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🌌 somethingquietplace

Went on a fishing trip with my family.

Here are some photos I took there, including photos of the snappers the three of us caught. Sufokia is beautiful this time of the year.

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🌌 somethingquietplace

I'll delete this reblog a bit later for organization purposes, but I wanted to take this moment to thank you all for your comments.

Also, I did not know that there was a fishing community here, for all the decades I spent on this site. The more you know.

#It's nice to get back in the groove of things... #Such a hectic year. #I just need some peace and quiet. #And maybe then I'll feel better. #Though sometimes I do ask why I keep doing this. Just everything in general. #...A hot chocolate will fix me right up though. Always does. #Delete later

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I know most ppl are like..,, 100% over talking about that one fuckin xelor that reversed time for like 20 minutes. like yeah hes evil but he saved my whole life. i spilled coffee on my passport and then WHOOM time reversed and shit. and i woke up 20 minutes earlier, threw up, and decided not to go anywhere near my documents with liquids ever again.

can i get a wahoo for grandpa genocide. like he really fucked up but he did do a solid one to at least me. i just feel like enough years had passed for me to speak my truth

🌒 ten-o-cock-and-a-half follow

It's not a laughing matter, people died. And it was a yet another case of media representing xelors as crazy and evil.

Try to put yourself in the mindset of the victims.

🔰 noobdefencesquad follow

im a xelor too and i think this is fucking hilarious soo yeah.

try reincarnating into a different class in next life! hope this helps.

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I agree with the second rb, but is nobody going to mention their url??

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I know we all have our role models for adventurers we'd like to marry or become or steal the gender of or whatever, but idk it haunts me that some of them may be on this site. Imagine someone like master Eva reading what ppl had written about her or her husband. scary.

🎁 doggrillsougi follow

I hope ush galash can feel when i post about sending him psionic shadow assassins. i hope he fucking feels pain. Every single time.

🎶 foggy-has-no-spoons follow

what did a random bontarian noble do to you. also isn't he dead.

🎁 doggrillsougi follow

OK SO. this made me realize that most people genuinely don't know about the murder dungeon allegations.

To summ it up, he lured in people to rob his house, put them in The Murder Dungeon (actually a tower, but... rule of funny. it sounds funnier that way), and Bontarian government did NOTHING about for years, and even placed a statue in his honor despite that.

wo2ww.bontanews.bn/articles/ush-galesh-allegations-of....

Now, this might sound like a conspiracy theory, but most of us in the demigod drama community know that Ecaflip demigods just... fake their deaths a lot. So there's a very big chance he's still out there. He's fucking out there.

And I want him to know, that I am sending psionic brain warriors to him. And to the king too.

THE ONLY reason this turned into a thing everyone knows is due to an anonymous leaker from within the palace. I fucking hate this kingdom.

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The city of good, btw

yet another reason i am a proud brakmarian despite not liking djaul LOL

🐙 podapoda-2-3 follow

WHAT????? HE HAD A WHAT ..

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oh god what happened to my post.

🌛 quartziwindy follow

there are like, theories on who leaked it btw, considering a bunch of diplomats had access to the documents. Though I won't point any fingers towards anyone in the palace in particular. 👀

if it would keep him doing this, I could kiss that guy who did this, on the lips, I would. or like, give him a pizzlarva.

fr fr.

🌌 somethingquietplace

It's every Bontarian's civil duty to try and make the city a little bit better. I think these motivations are both unneeded and unwanted.

Though the pizzlarva bit is funny.

👾 pixiiiii-piratika follow

arent you that one guy with whos been here for like 20 years and got accused of being a part of the bontarian royalty and classfaking being an ecaflip.

did you do this tumblr user somethingquietplace. did you.

🌌 somethingquietplace

I'm running a combination OSU, photography, and fishing blog where I post poorly written poetry at 4AM.

Please stop with the "you're never beating the allegations" jokes.

#not osu

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[cdroloisms]

If it helps, I still come back to read your years-old writing

js;akldfas wowza ... i just feel bad bc im staring at this like damn i wish i could post stuff without having to explain the literal over 1 million words of backstory

been trying to get back into the groove tho! hopefully after i get more into the habit of writing again i'll start posting some of it--for now, have this snippet of a little thing LMAO

(also this is like completely unedited LMAO just trying to get back into the rhythm of it)

[zmbishift]

WELCOME!!!

HELLO! Ive been meaning to make a general post so here it is!!

This is my shifting page where I main post about my recent shifts or cool things I discover in my journey, please dont expect anything philosophical from my page, I shift for shits and giggles and sometimes like to share my experience.

Ive shifted a couple times but I recently took a long break and only shifted a few times since then. I mainly shift to horror realities but I have a lot of other silly realities.

PLEASE, feel free to ask my questions, or just talk to me I LOVE talking to other shifters:)

Who is zmbishifts?

- call me zmbi, not my real name cuz i like to keep it mysterious (laugh pls i think im funny).

- im 17 !!!! (Worse age to be. No uni or life talk PLEASE.) aug - 2007

- shifted a LOT in the past but took a long break, im getting in the groove of things so enjoy that (i sure am HEH)

- I LOVE zombies, vampires, anything spooky (film, books, games, any form of media), i draw sometimes too so you might see that.

- lots of my posts are for shits and giggles, i dont really think before i post - sorry about that.

- i drive a fiat 500, that says a lot about me.

- i love snoopy.

- i also love fish (they look so silly)

- i also love sharks (“zmbi, thats a fish.. you already said fish” all i hear are haters tbh)

- i love methods so i WILL be posting a bunch on that. YIPPEE

MY REALITIES…

ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE (TLOU / RES EVIL COMBO) - This is one of my main realities. I’ve been to this one A LOT but I found that I cant really stay here for too long. It’s really strange because I don’t feel how absolutely dreadful and draining it is to be there until I come to this reality, I NEED to make a post about this strange ass feeling bc I never heard anyone else talk about it.

ANYWAYS REALITY BREAK DOWN - Im a 19 year old student who was studying med in Iraq (IRAQ REP), during summer break i went to go visit my friend (GROUP SHIFT WOOPWOOP) who was in Japan, after like twoish weeks of being in japan, the outbreak happens. Im immune in this reality, and though I didnt script a solid plot it still follows the same flow; trying to find out where the viris came from and how other people react to contracting the virus. VERY science heavy IR, lots of up and down. currently, I am no where near finding out a cure or anything about the virus (BC WE KEEP GETTING SIDE TRACKED. WE ARE FORGETTING THE PLOT HERE!!!)

HERO ENGINEER IR - Basically I’m tony stark. I have a cool house in both Iraq and japan and I live with my best friend (who I’ve known since birth, original cuh). This reality is my MAIN MAIN, its kinda my waiting room mash up, its really chill and all my close friends are there. Really fun and cute :)

MHA IR - HAVEN’T BEEN HERE YET BUT IM REALLY EXCITED, my hero engineer IR is basically a mha IR but I’m grown (and I was in the support course). Im excited to use my quirk and stuff ILL MAKE A POST ABOUT IT IF U GUYS WANT HEHEH. I plan on making this a silly reality where I go every now and again, so it wont really be a main dr. UA is also more like a college instead of a high school since I do NOT wanna go through high school again.

FL-IR - I’m gatekeeping this one HAHA. Its horror and an overthrowing the government. There are ‘fates’ (kinda like angles) and ‘cursed’ (kinda like demons) and its this whole round a round of trying to over through the people who corrupted the fates land. ITS COOLER THEN IT SOUNDS I PROMISE, I have wrings and can fly in that IR so ofc its cool to me but you just have to stick with me.

AGHAST IR - A BOOK IM WRITING HEHE, its about this girl trying to get her sister back by entering this weird realm, but this realm is alive and trying to trap her in the world- lots of trippy things and A LOT OF CIRCUS HORROR. Im in the works of this book and I wanna shift here so I can maybe write better (I just wanna go and I’m making excuses) (I LOVE CIRCUS HORROR). Very vague about this one, mainly because Im still working on it and also because I’m gatekeeping (FOR NOW…).

I WILL KEEP YOU GUYS UPDATED ON ANY NEW IR I COME ACROSS OR ANYTHING I NEED TO UPDATE, i plan on visiting my zombie apocalypse reality VERY SOON, if i feel like it ill give you guys a silly run down on what happened.

- shifting comes naturally to everyone, don’t worry if you haven’t shifted YET or haven’t reached your goals YET. It will happen, so dont stress so much :)

GOOD LUCK SHIFTING EVERYBODY!!! THANKS TO ANYONE WHO READ THIS POST!!:)

[familyofpaladins]

I finally got out my laptop again and pulled what I had written previously for my Youngest Leo Au, and so I can finally just copy and paste what I had written about the turtles dynamics/personalities once they were back with Splinter. (@sonderquill this is for you, I knew i had stuff about it written on my laptop and why I took forever to actually that part of your question)

For those who have no idea what I'm talking about, here's a link to the post describing my Youngest Leo au (which is also just my own iteration of the tmnt) and a lot of the back ground for the au.

TLDR (but really check out the other post for a lot more detail) is that, when the turtles were little (like 7 or 9ish years old), they got taken in by shredder, who they thought was a friend of splinter. Shredder wasn't always super nice to them and got even worse after shredder thought he had finished Splinter off. Mikey is the oldest, but doesn't focus well, so Shredder dismisses him as stupid. Raph is next oldest, but has anger issues and doesn't like listening to shredder. Donnie is super smart, but doesn't talk and therefore can't communicate well with others often. Leo is the youngest and easiest to scare into submission/actually get him to do what shredder says. After a couple/few years with shredder, they manage to escape with Splinter who is actually alive. Except Leo, who Shredder then takes to japan for about a year. Leo eventually gets back to his family.

And the rest of this post is how the brothers interact with each other after this (and a little speculation about what they would have been like if they HADN'T been taken by shredder). This... may have gotten a little long (between 1k and 2k words?) so im going to go ahead and put it under a cut

Once ALL turtles are back home. It’s an adjustment period. Leo spends some time trying to make sure that Splinter always stays happy and begins to panic is something happens that could possibly upset splinter. (because leo fears punishment, and that he or his brothers will be hurt like they would have been with shredder) Now splinter would never hurt them or get angry like shredder did, and logically leo knows that, but the stress Leo endured (especially when it was just him) has made him anxious and it takes a while for Leo to relax. But he gets there eventually.

They all still end up defaulting Leo to be leader, because he still knows their strengths and weaknesses best. Mikey still doesn’t like large text books and sitting still too long, but now that he’s out, he’s much more likely to sit back and relax and chill out. Pranks his brothers a lot. He is a big reason that Leo gets to calm down. He gets Leo to laugh and pulls pranks on everyone and demonstrates that no one is going to get seriously hurt as a consequence. (Mikey makes it a personal mission to get Leo to laugh at least once every day, or at the very least smile)

Once everyone is back together , Donnie really opens up and almost doesn’t ever shut up when he gets on a roll. His brothers love listening to him, even if 90% of it goes over their heads. Seriously, after years of not hearing Donnie speak, they will always happily listen to him. Sometimes he thinks too much and leo helps direct his thoughts. Leo asks him for help the most on solving problems during missions.  He gets to make things exclusively for his brothers like jet powered skateboards and jet skis and communication devices and cloaking technology to hide their home. Once he meets April, she gets him more into chemistry, and Donnie occasionally supplies Mikey with stuff for pranks (like the “elephant toothpaste” stuff) but only when he knows it’s not going to possibly ruin any tech/ or furniture.  

It takes a little while for raph and leo to work out that Leo isn’t trying to be mean/patronizing when helping with training, and that Raph would rather figure things out on his own, but that also he has always cared for all his brothers including leo. Once they find their groove, they almost become inseparable. Can often find them out patrolling together or sparring. Still get in fights over the stupidest things. Raph still gets angry, but it’s not a constant frustration like when they were at Shredder’s. (Shredder had been also purposefully trying to get Raph to be angry a lot, so that he would eventually be like a raging beast he could unleash on his enemies.) Splinter helps to teach Raph better (read: ANY) coping methods for his anger, and so his bouts of anger are far less often and over quicker.

Random fun fact. As the eldest brothers, Mikey and Raph are the ones the brothers go to when they're scared. Go to Mikey when its a silly fear and/or you just want to be cheered up. So when Donnie has a nightmare about all his technology either falling apart or turning against him as a giant computer spider monster or something, he goes to Mikey who doesn't make fun of him and is like "well all we'd have to do is drown it in water duh. When Leo has a bad time after trying to work on his fear of heights, Mikey just makes jokes or talks about something else until he calms down. (or if Leo gets stuck somewhere high because he's too scared to move, Mikey helps distract him from the heights and to look at other things instead). And when Raph gets scared by a bug that managed to get in his room, Mikey doesn't make fun of him, and just scoops the bug up and takes it away.

You go to Raph when you want to feel protected. Raph is the strongest one of them all, and has won most of the fights he's been in. So when Mikey gets spooked by a pile of clothes that looked like a person standing in a dark corner and now every shadow might hold something, he goes to Raph, because, while he knows there's probably nothing there, if there IS, Raph will be able to fight whatever it is. When Donnie is scared that the foot or other villains may get past the security he has guarding their home, he goes to Raph, because Raph will beat up anything that gets past Donnies tech defenses. And when Leo is afraid that Shredder or [redacted] is going to come and take him away again, he goes to Raph, because Raph has promised that he'll never let that happen, and Leo believes him. And big tough angry Raph has a soft and squishy heart, so he will always let his brothers stay with him when they're scared. Because he WILL fight against anything that threatens his brothers.

Their dynamic as teens:

*Listening to some bad guy monologue-ing *

Raph, whispering to Leo: what’s cognizant mean?

Leo: I…. I’m not sure. Don. What’s that mean?

Donnie: Cognizant: to be aware of or in the know of something.

Mikey: Guess Raph and Leo aren’t very cognizant of word definitions hahahaha-

BONK.

Raph: Shut up Mike!! You didn’t know eitha!

(Villain: Hey!! You're supposed to be listening to ME-)

So yeah, leo is the leader because that’s what they were used to and got good at while under the care of the shredder. If they had stayed with splinter its possible that Mikey would have lead, being the oldest, but also possible that he still wouldn’t have wanted the role/ wouldn’t focus well enough for the role. But he does know his brothers well and might have grown more serious. But since the shredder often wrote off his inability to focus as a lost cause, he happily lets Leo make decisions for him during missions. (at home though with things like dinner and movie nights, he likes to pull the oldest brother card to get what he wants lol) .

Raph being one of the strongest fighters could have argued for role as leader, but regardless of being with shredder or splinter he is a hothead and probably would still have not gotten leadership position. Although maybe with splinter he would have been able to work through some of his anger better, and channel it better and could have maybe stepped up as leader. But. As is, he never really worked out how to focus his anger with the shredder, and so there is a little bit of an adjustment period where he has to learn ways to channel his anger and frustration when he can’t just go and beat up the random foot goons in the training room anymore. (probably meets casey this way when he sneaks out to find bad guys to fight and runs into casey instead). Splinter does try to teach him some ways to cope that don’t involve beating people up. Knitting /crocheting is one of those ways (taking the time to MAKE something instead of destroy. And also yarn won’t break like pottery or glass or wood or a painting canvas if it gets punched in frustration).

Donnie is probably the least changed by his time with the shredder. He would have been talking a lot more and sooner had he been with splinter. Donnie did get to have access to more diverse technology tho and perhaps has more skills and experience because of it. Being with Shredder made him very anxious and was often close to a break down from stress, but being able to work in the lab simultaneously made it better (got to work on technology) and worse (never knowing what his work was going to be used for). Donnie is just relieved to no longer have to be building things that were going to hurt people and can now make things to help instead. Donnie really shines once he’s free. Makes friends with April (and leatherhead) he babbles and info dumps all the time, and gets lost in inventions and data, that his brothers often have to snap him out of. Could not lead because he’d get lost in the calculations and what ifs.

Leo actually has a similar problem. Often gets caught in a Do this and face possible consequence, or do That and face a different consequence. Which is better? Will he regret it? Which saves his family and which dooms it? <- this gets amplified during the time he’s alone with the foot. Once he’s back with his brothers they help to push towards decisions (with Raph’s hotheadedness jumping in anyway, Don’s analysis, or Mikey’s fun impulsiveness/instinct.) and that they’ll be there to work through whatever the consequences are anyway, because they’re in this together, good or bad. Brothers forever

[writing-with-olive]

Fuck it im bored so we're doing a community-based choose your own adventure story now. At the end of each section there will be a 24hr poll to decide what happens next. Am i working on another story already? Yes. will it be posted any time soon? your guess is as good as mine and i want the instant gratification of "hey look i got to immediately post the thing i wrote!" so. this is what's happening.

part two here

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Your name had appeared in the history books four times. Once when you had borne dragons into this world from mere thought and twisted childhood imagination. Once when you rode one into battle. Once when you decided to see how immortal your immortality actually made you and showed up to a queen's coronation to end her bloodline. Once when you died.

There had been celebration in the kingdom. A hero, who had slain a monster came home triumphant. Killer of the dragonsinger, he was called. At least they'd given you the proper fanfare. You would have been pissed otherwise.

The problem was he hadn't actually done a great job with murder. If he'd been under your command, he'd have been sent back to the training grounds to relearn every single thing he'd ever been taught. But he wasn't under your command, so rather than getting to properly chastise him -- or be properly dead -- you'd regenerated somewhere foreign with a splitting headache.

Your vision was always blurry after someone attempted to take your life this incompetently, your view now is a new low. Thirty minutes and it's only just starting to clear. At least it's still summer. You hope it's the same summer.

As you sit up, you take in your surroundings. Dirt and crushed leaves and mud under your you. Trees around you, mostly the same variety, all tall with deep grooves in the bark and needles instead of leaves, though you can see that they change type not too far off. To your right are a few boulders but there's not much else. Just dirt and trees. And some songbirds. You spot one fly through the branches above and then it disappears from sight.

Normally, you like to appear near some kind of civilization, but at least this way you can clean yourself up a bit before trying to talk to the locals, figure out where you landed.

You grunt as you push yourself up to standing. First order of business. Some kind of shelter and some water. Not that the elements are too much of a threat but... you have standards. Water first. See if you can get rid of the headache threatening to split your skull in half.

It takes you another forty minutes -- maybe an hour to find water. It gurgles down a lovely little stream, and you crouch down, drinking directly from it. Generally not a practice advised to humans, but again.... just because you look like one doesn't make you one. At least, not any more. Maybe once upon a time, but also, maybe not.

The headache doesn't budge. You swear under your breath.

While you're here, you take the moment to clean up a bit, get what mud you can off of yourself, try to get your hair to all go in the same direction, the basic stuff. Then you move on.

Near dusk, you spot a trail winding its way through the brush. Not the local fauna, unless you've ended up somewhere truly bizarre. No. This is human-made.

Feel free to leave any other suggestions/ideas/thoughts/etc in the comments/reblogs

part two here