#im so excited about this

[drurrito]

Are You The One? - One

A/N: I've been sitting on this idea for a minute. Some quick background on AYTO: it's a gameshow -- there's usually 9 or 10 couples that are matched based on compatibility. They have about 10 weeks to figure it out by playing games and going on dates. They pair off at "matching ceremonies" to see how many light beams they get to clue them in on who might be a perfect match. Anyway, here goes nothing--all mistakes are mine of course.

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, cursing, Jerk!Vision lol

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No match!

Wanda stares at the screen, mouth agape and mind racing. Vis squeezes her hand.

"Wanda-"

"You're not my match," Wanda whispered, "you're not my match and we only have two matching ceremonies to figure everything out."

"That doesn't change what we have," he turns to her, taking both her hands into his.

"It changes everything," Wanda bites, "I wasted so much time with you," she runs a frustrated hand through her hair. Vis just stands there, arms stupidly hanging by his sides. Wanda thought she was winning this game by sticking with him. She ignored everyone's pleads for her to pick someone else the last few matching ceremonies. That one beam of light was her and Vis without a doubt.

Until now.

"My match is still here," she's quiet again. Vis looks like he's still processing. He's been extremely persuasive up until this point. Vis would just talk Wanda out of actually playing the game every time she mentioned talking with anyone else. To the rest of the house, he sounded like a broken record, but to Wanda--he sounded like her favorite song.

"So, that's it?" Vis mumbles, his face contorts into something like disbelief, he looks foolish.

"That's the point, Vis," Wanda doesn't spare a second glance at him as she leaves.

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The house buzzes with conversation. Wanda is sitting on the patio alone, twirling her glass in her hand.

"Hey," Shuri slowly approaches the seat across from Wanda. After the Truth Booth, everyone gave Wanda some kind of sympathy. A hug, some words, tight smiles and other gestures that did nothing to stop Wanda's stomach from churning something awful. The guilt has been making her shoulders sag heavily since coming back.

"We've been crunching the numbers," Shuri starts again, Wanda keeps her eyes on the dancing glass in her hand.

"We think your match could be y/n."

That gets a side glance and cocked eyebrow from Wanda, "she barely talks."

"Because she makes you do all the talking," Shuri shoots Wanda a knowing look who only rolls her eyes in response. You were good at getting Wanda to talk on your group dates. It only took a few questions to spark a conversation among the whole group, actually. Sometimes you just shared a comfortable silence, it threw Wanda off so bad. How can you connect with someone without a conversation?

"Look, y/n has won two dates in a row with you, that's two more dates than Vis ever won. Plus, you guys haven't sat together at a matching ceremony yet. If it's not you, then it has to be Carol--but we don't have any more time left to figure this out. If some of our guesses end up being correct this week, then we can figure out the rest of the matches from there."

"So you want me to sit with someone that I have no chemistry with?" Wanda asks, trying not to sound less than amused with the plan.

"Technically, you don't have chemistry with anyone," Shuri says without missing a beat, it makes Wanda flinch.

"But," Shuri drawls, "now that Vis isn't helicoptering over you, there are a few days to see if something sparks between you and y/n before the ceremony."

Wanda shifts in her seat with a heavy sigh that all but burns her nose. Outside the island, finding love is hardly ever a team effort. But in this game, teamwork is key. While getting a blackout would have costed money from the prize fund, it would have crossed off a lot of potential couples. That one beam belongs to someone, just not to Wanda and Vis.

"Have you talked to y/n about this?"

"Told her before your Truth Booth," Shuri flashes a nervous smile, "if it's any consolation, she was also hesitant at first."

Wanda can't help but look puzzled. She chews on her bottom lip for a few moments before nodding slowly.

"Alright, I'm in."

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Wanda walks back into the house with Shuri. Everyone is sitting around in the living room, half of the group is gossiping about Bruce and Natasha sneaking off into the boom boom room for one last time. Shuri gives Wanda a parting glance before sitting down next to Namor. Half the room has paired off into new couples, Wanda realizes. Vis is nursing a bottle between Tony and Steve, Wanda doesn't look at him as she makes her way over to you. You're busy nodding along to whatever Thor is talking about, while Carol is leaning against you as she talks to Maria. Your eyes are on Wanda as soon as she fills in the space between you and Thor.

"Hey," you give a warm smile that Wanda barely notices over the burn of the alcohol in her throat.

"Hey," she rasps back to you.

"I'm sorry about today," you look frustratingly genuine as Wanda searches your eyes for a few beats, looking for a reason to be mad at you. She gives up, turning back to her glass to down the rest in one gulp.

"Yeah, me too."

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As it turns out, you're also good at having conversations. It only took one "and what about you?" from Wanda to get you to actually participate. Vis was seething from his spot on the couch until Tony tugged him away to talk with another group. Maria had to do the same against Carol's protests when she realized you and Wanda were trying to hit it off. Your housemates continued to leave until it was just the both of you sitting on the couch. Wanda never noticed. She figured the two of you were alone this whole time with the way you looked at her.

Wanda is listening to you talk about your favorite movie when she fails to stifle a yawn.

"Shit, it's late," you watch the clock in the kitchen, realizing that you can hear it's ticking now. The rest of the house is dead silent. Wanda thumbs at the ring on her index finger. Shit, where is she supposed to sleep now? All the beds are likely taken.

Except for one.

"Hey," your voice is gentle, "I can sleep on the couch, you take the bed."

"I'm not going to ask you to do that-"

"You don't have to," you take a breath, "I just want to give you space, if you want it."

Wanda's brows furrow, space? She thinks back to the night when Vis made out with Hope and insisted on sleeping splayed on top of Wanda afterward. Space was never an option with Vis, that's why she's looking at you like you just grew a second head. You wordlessly grab Wanda's glass to wash, your way of giving her some time to think it over. You're drying off your hands when Wanda walks up to the bar.

"What side of the bed do you sleep on?"

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Wanda tries not to think about the fact that you like to sleep on the left side while she tries to fall asleep on the right, the side she prefers.

[legend-has-it-art]

BACK FROM THE ASHES BABY

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

Celebrating Hanguang-June

Happy Hanguang-June everyone - and, of course, Happy Pride Month!

I've been debating what to do to celebrate this wonderfully titled month, and here's what I've come up with:

I'm going to keep the 3 emoji writing event open the whole month, and I'm also going to give you guys the opportunity to send me a prompt from these great prompt lists if you want to: kisses, touches and saying I love you without saying it.

All you have to do is either leave me 3 emojis, or the title of the prompt list + the number you want me to write for you in the comments, reblogs or tags of this post. If you want a specific type of fic (fluff, angst, an AU etc), make sure you add that to your request! Please don't mix emojis and prompts - request them separately!

You can ask for multiple entries, but you're going to have to be a bit patient about receiving your request, because life can get pretty busy for me around this time of the year. Do not fret, though, your ficlet is going to get written ASAP!

I will use this post as a masterpost for my work after the event is over.

Have fun and be creative! <3

[lichpoweredbyfandoms]

The Magnus Protocol sure is a podcast

[Image ID: Image 1 is a picture of The Magnus Protocol logo. Image 2 is a screenshot of a tweet reading “Un-follow me now, this is gonna be the only thing I tweet about for the next week. I’ve wanted this for years. Fuck. What the fuck. END ID]

[what-aboutno]

Hello squeaksblr (that’s what im calling the rats smp tumblr) welcome to me to looking at the promo art a little too hard :D 

First off there are 4 things that are the same across the art. A photo frame on a wall, a picture of the member, 2 pin and 2 pieces of paper which states their name, favourite food and their specialty. From there members have their own little details about themselves. 

One to look at is rats!Sniff, she has a map in hand? maybe blue prints because they’re the builder? They also carry potions on their belt because her specialty is potion brewing. In each design the pins are their colour schemes with the exception of Rats!Bek. We can say that rats!Sniff’s art is the standard, i’ll be point out anything that stands out 

rats!Acho has lined paper, perhaps it’s because he’s a poet? 

rats!bek’s paper is ripped, maybe from being a fighter and being more rough? Also her pins arent her colour scheme, the blue on the left is her eye colour but the blue on the right doesnt show up anywhere??

he has a safety vest on because his specialty is safety 

needle for cutting or mixing cause she’s a baker? or maybe shes just gonna stab someone

they have the same kinda capelet, and similar ear shape, maybe they’re related 👀 (reference from outsiders smp where their characters were brothers) not important but rats!Will has a can tag holding the capelet and I love that

honorable mentions gRATed cheese, also rough paper like rats!Bek because he also does looting? 

Rats!Oli is the only only one with a different background, he might actually just be in a trashcan. Rough paper like he’s just found it from the trash 

[hi-land]

the video is age restricted on youtube lmao but heres the link

[kosssich]

We’re getting so much Hazbin Hotel content lately I love it, so here some sketches

These are old ones, but they’re worth posting I think, I still like them

[glassamphibians]

most beautiful edition of frankenstein ever ACQUIRED

[carogdraws]

Afton's Return AU Part 4

Lost Kid & Bear Animatronic

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Tell me more about this book blanket? I'm Fascinated

Omg yay!! Okay so I'm knitting two rows per book that I finish in 2024, and each book rows will be a different color based on the genre it is

So here are the books I've read so far. Everything that's in bold is what I've knitted, and the last book on the list is what I'm currently reading but haven't finished yet. So I've knitted everything before Fifty Feet Down, and read everything up to Annie on My Mind, but I'm currently like thirty percent through it.

I'm choosing colors as I finish genres, and I'm trying to do it only with yarn I have (cuz yarn is expensive and I have a lot of yarn. The reason I have a lot of yarn suitable for a blanket is because I took all of this yarn from a blanket I started knitting four years ago and never finished. Like I finished frogging that blanket yesterday and made it into cakes on my new yarn winder!!) I didn't really try to make the colors fit the genres. I just own a lot of navy yarn and knew I'd read a lot of LGBTQ books, and I own a lot of black and know I'll read a lot of horror books. Then for dystopian I just chose a yarn color that I had available, same with mystery.

Here's how it's going so far! You can see the four navy rows for the two LGBTQ books i read, the two purple for the one dystopian book (which is also very good, I highly recommend Debate Kids at the End of the World and that author in general, Alex Nonymous) and then a chunk of black because I read four I. S. Belle books in a row (you can also see all of the ends I didn't weave in, which I'm going to hate myself for when I finish the blanket)

"But Austyn, what if the book is more than one genre?" I'm so glad you asked! Most of these books could be considered more than one genre. Fifty Feet Down is a mystery, but also a romance. So I just consider what genre I believe is more integral to the story, if that makes sense. Fifty Feet Down could be relatively the same if the main characters were just friends, but the story would be vastly different if it wasn't a mystery. Therefore, it gets the mystery color instead of romance. Same with all of the I. S. Belle books. There's romance in them, but if you took out the romance it would still be pretty similar, but if you took out the horror it would be an incredibly different story.

So that's my 2024 book blanket!

[iridescentis]

I have finally posted the first chapter my new multi-chap fic, We Were Younger! It's a Life is Strange inspired fic where Noel gets the chance to change the life he had before his death, through the power of rewind powers! It's mostly Noel centric with plenty of Nischa, but most importantly, it will be interactive! There will be a few choices for people to make along the way that will determine the course of the story, so I hope people like it!

[vespertin-y]

Clockwise Talentswap lore pt. 1

remember the talentswap i did last year, where i shuffled everyone’s talents clockwise across the trial circle? it’s been festering in my brain this entire time and it has a plot now (oops!).

Kiibo Iidabashi - Ult. Aikido Master - Protagonist

making kiibo human removes a lot of the extremes of his character, making him both more well-adjusted and more boring. good for him?? i do think aikido principles - nonviolence, harmony with oneself and others, using your opponent’s moves against them - gel really well with a dr protagonist, though. also, to avoid having to deal with both the “professor” (an aikido master, in this au) and a pair of human parents, i’ll say his bio family died when he was young and his master took him in.

his outfit is a black aikido gi with electric blue and green accents (finally, the traditional japanese clothes he always wanted....) and he survives ‘til the end!

Tenko Chabashira - Ult. Leader - Support

vigilante girl scouts. 'nuff said.

...okay, i’ll say a bit more. cw!tenko is basically a combination of the lore from her her third FTE (it’s okay if you forgot about that, so did the writers) with canon DICE (except they’re all girls. obviously). because sometimes you gotta add a little more crime into your lesbian crime-fighters, for ✨spice✨. tenko is obviously much more open and cooperative than kokichi, so her talent gets to shine a lot more - she’s one of the de-facto leaders of the group (the other being kaito, who she comes into frequent conflict with). she becomes the support after waking up in the locker next to kiibo’s and then referencing an idol they both love, after which they’re basically inseparable.

her outfit is based on her 1-A beta design, with the skirt replaced by wide shorts to enhance the scout energy, and she also survives ‘til the end <333

Angie Yonaga - Ult. Child Caregiver - Antagonist

cw!angie admittedly finds a lot of her inspiration in my personal frustrations - lots of Negative Emotions Dishonor God™ and “everything you worked for is because of god, not you, but also if anything bad happens it’s not his fault!” here. she was raised in a cult-owned orphanage (yes, that one, although i’ve nixed the assassin bit) and was charged with indoctrinating taking care of the other children once she got old enough. her recruiting people is MUCH more of a threat here than in canon, and her deeply unhealthy spiritual beliefs are contrasted against kiibo’s healthier ones.

her outfit is a white and navy dress based on her 1-B beta design, and a yellow waist apron covered in pockets. she dies in ch5 (as antags are wont to do), murdered by kaito.

Kaito Momota - Ult. Detective - Mastermind

y’know how mastermind aus looove finding ways the canon character could be driven to do something so awful, and making them super sympathetic? this is not that. cw!kaito is an UNREPENTANT BASTARD and i love him so much. every negative trait - his arrogance, self-centeredness, hot temper, stubbornness, etc - has been turned up to eleven, with none of his positive traits to balance it out. disney villain type guy. he keeps up a mask similar to canon!kaito’s personality, though - what better way to play the hero on your murder mystery show than to be the detective?

his outfit is based on his anniversary suit, with the space lapel pins being replaced by a little magnifying glass and the inner coat pattern becoming suspiciously blood-splatter-esque. he’s executed in chapter six after a glorious third-act breakdown.

Shuuichi Saihara - Ult. Inventor - Traitor

...yeahhh, this is the part where i reveal this all started as shuuichi angst. sorry?

kaito’s not directly forcing him to work as the traitor, no blackmail or anything, but their power dynamic is still completely fucked. shuuichi no longer even sees kaito as a person - he’s larger-than-life, the avatar of danganronpa itself, a borderline god. he’s completely given up on resisting. the closest he gets are  comments about hating flashy-but-worthless inventions, which make sense once it’s revealed that he built the executions and the monokubs. (he did *not* build M1-U, and being the only person around qualified to do maintenance on her is his personal hell!)

i’m still working (read: thinking, because i am not an artist) on his outfit, so right now the only concrete aspect are heavy goggles he wears because he’s too guilty to make eye contact with his “classmates”. he’s executed in ch5 after being ordered to take the fall for angie’s murder, a pawn ‘til the end.

[hawksredrobe]

go check out my new omegaverse fic! the first chapter of many is out. i'll be posting here every time i update.

[archeronlochan]

GUYS I FOUND THE FULL ROBIN II: THE JOKER’S WILD MINISERIES AT MY LOCAL COMIC STORE WITH THE VARIANTS AND EVERYTHING

[aspennntree]

i got two people to watch rwby oh my god

[crimsonlovebartylus]

Snippet for my hand's at risk, I fold (Ocean eleven, twelve, thirteen AU)

If Regulus was told 3 months ago that he was going to be in the middle of this mess he would have laughed. It wouldn’t have been that short in disbelief laugh - no, it would have been a belly laugh that came from the pit of his stomach. He just never expected to currently be sitting in a cell in a basement of this casino. 

This was not part of the plan. The perfect plan they constructed with every possibility except this one. 

3 months earlier

Barty felt the sun prickling his skin, he looked up shielding his eyes. He glanced around and took in the desert. It was hot, almost unbearable but he was finally out of that hell hole. It had taken almost three years of good behavior and cooperation for them to finally let him out on parole.

“Crouch, you know that parole is a privilege, and that privilege could be revoked if you get into any mess outside.” 

Barty snorted, leaning back crossing his arms. “Of course, I do. I told you John, I am fully intended to be a model citizen and not get into more shit. I wanna get an honest job, and probably have a family soon.”

And he fully intended for that to be true. Get an honest job, maybe a family - that’s if the love of his life was waiting for him. It has been three years without any contact, but he also understood that they were as wanted as he was. God did he miss the feeling of his lips against his lover. He kicked the sand and began his journey to the nearest gas station, pulling out the carton of Marlboro reds and grabbing his last remaining cigarette, putting it between his lips and lighting up as he flicked the prison behind him. 

It was good to be out. 

The Last Vegas strip was busy with tourists and performances. 

People were flooding in and out from different casinos, restaurants and gift shops. Many tourists chattering excitedly as they watched a street performance. Barty raises a brow, pushing his sunglasses up and crossing his arms looking at the performance amused. It was a show straight out of the circus, you could say - the two dancers moved around each other in ease, showing the different tricks and how flexible their bodies are. It was like an artist was painting and the two strokes fell perfectly together. A beautiful painting.

His eyes fell on the performer with the curls, who was glancing at his audience with an almost seductive smile and walking over to the men that were gullible enough to fall for the seductive palms. It was almost amusing how they did not seem to notice the ease that one of the performers' hands fell on the pockets of the tourists taking their possessions while they seemed to be claimed by the dry siren. 

Barty cleared his throat, stepping forward. “Sir, you are falling for such an act that you have yet to notice that they just stole from you.” 

 “What?!” The man exclaimed, grabbing one of the performers' wrist and exposing the wallet. “You little fucking shit.”

Barty smirked a bit. “Sir, don’t you worry.” stepping forward, and avoiding the glare from the curly head performer. “I’m a cop, I’ll take care of them.”