#isa wrote?

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

In Stars and Disco

(Disco side of the swap)

[tau1tvec]

Look, don’t touch…

Tapping his glass, empty, it got the attention of the bartender, though only until something, or someone else grabbed her attention. “Oh, guess my shift’s over, she’ll get you once she signs in,” the brunette insisted, and another woman stepped in behind the bar to take over. “Bye,” she smirked as she waved to him, and although he seemed too lost in thought at the moment, returned it with his own.

Looking up, his green eyes following the mixologist coming on shift, he waited patiently with his empty whiskey glass in his hand, as she checked herself out in a tiny mirror hung in the bar back. Primping her short, neon colored hair, pinned down in a cold curl, he could tell she knew he was looking at her, watching her, by the way she stopped almost, then quickly continued. Slipping off her jacket, she tossed it up on a hook beside the mirror, and like all the other help around here, she wasn’t wearing a lot. The backless dress barely hanging on by a thin gold chain around her neck, it draped low to show her cleavage, and although he seemed quite relaxed, the way he was sitting in his stool, slightly sideways, and leaning back, with one arm over the spine, he adjusted his posture a bit as she approached the long, curved bar between them.

“The usual?”

“Yes,” he responded, although curious as to how she knew what that was, seeing as this was the first time she’d served him since he began coming a week ago.

“How—?”

“We keep notes on old receipts.” Pulling it off of the short wall between her serving area, and the bartop, she held it up to the light to read it out loud. “Tall, good looking guy, buzz cut, dresses like he’s going to a funeral.” Smirking at him, dressed in all black, and with black leather driving gloves over his hands, she smirked back at him a bit smugly, then returned the receipt where she’d plucked it to begin preparing his drink. “Whiskey on the rocks. Tips well.”

“You don’t work here a lot, do you? Part time—?”

“I come in when I’m needed,” she replied, quick and to the point. Setting his glass down on a fresh coaster, printed with the bar’s logo on top, she then took his empty one, tossed out the remaining ice cubes into a sink, and then stuck the used glass upside down on a device that rinsed it clean with a few quick bursts of water. “Or when I need grocery money.” Picking up a rag, she wiped her serving area clean, and began working on replenishing ingredients and garnishes used in their more mixed offerings. “Why? Spying on me?”

Though her tone was playful, he felt deserving of the assumption considering his question was a bit overboard. However, seeing her, after so long, it took him a bit out of his element. The calculated way he presented himself fell apart as she looked at him, expecting an answer, but all he could think of were all the words he’d wanted to say, for what felt like an eternity now.

Examining his whiskey, if to avoid eye contact, he slid a finger along the rim of the glass anxiously. “How did you know?”

“You’ve been asking all the other girls when I’m scheduled to work, and they told me.” Opening a container of green olives, she looked inside to see only a few rolling around at the bottom. “I’d consider it a slip up, but I know how you Templar operate. You don’t do anything without intention. So I took it as an invitation. You giving me the opportunity to go with you quietly, and I guess it beats you knocking down the door to my house as soon as you muscle the address outta somebody.”

The sound of a fridge door opening, a tiny one likely stowed away below the counter, she pulled out a fresh container of olives, opened the lid, and tossed the remaining ones on top. The scent of them found their way to his senses, transporting him to another time if for a brief second. Chasing a woman through the groves, the desert dust on his tongue, and yet he was laughing, and happy. They both were.

“Much as I appreciate the olive branch however, I won’t be going quietly.”

‘You’ll find someone… you’ll find someone as special to you as he is to me… it’s why we were put here, to find one another.’

Despite the tension growing between them, as they stared down one another at opposite ends of a concrete countertop, he pushed through it all with a big wide grin. “I’m just here to drink.”

‘I already have.’

Exhaling loudly, she returned the olive container to its spot alongside the others. Cherries, celery, lemons and limes, all fresh and locally sourced as advertised on their menus, then she wiped down the countertop again with a wet rag. “Sorry—”

“How did you know I was Templar?”

Rolling her eyes, she tossed the dirty rag into a bucket full of water diluted sanitizer with a splunk, followed by a slight laugh that slipped through her gritted teeth. “You don’t remember me, do you?”

“Oh I remember you,” he replied, as he sat up, and folded his arm over the other, then rested them atop the bartop. “Do you remember me?”

Smirking, in that certain way she did that captured his attention, he rubbed his chin, taking another good look at her in that dress.

“You don’t meet someone multiple times in your life, and find they haven’t aged a day since the first, then just somehow forget them,” she answered at last.

“I’m a lot older than I look.”

“Or you’re a vampire, and unfortunately for you, Edward Cullen, I’m not a bored and lonely teenager anymore.”

“Isa? Two Long Islands.”

The cocktail waitress sliding in beside him interrupted them, and he waited to give his response this time, their conversation a bit too sensitive to be having in mixed company.

“On it.”

The waitress side eyeing him, he only responded with a smile to deter her and any concern she might’ve been brewing, as she grabbed up a few menus, and then walked away slowly.

“You wanna hear a story?”

“Depends. You gonna tip me?”

Working on her drink order, the sound of ice at the bottom of a stainless steel shaker ringing in his ears, he reached into his back pocket to pull out a billfold, and open it up in front of her. Removing a crisp hundred dollar bill tucked inside, he set it down on the cold countertop. “Grocery money.”

The other girls weren’t lying about his being generous.

“There was once a knight who took an oath, who would’ve rather died by the sword than break it.” Picking up his drink in his right hand, a hold ring on his pinky finger colliding with the glass with a gentle clink, he brought it to his lips and took a sip, then set it down again. “Until a woman walked into his life.”

“Oh, didn’t see that coming,” she cut in condescendingly.

“She was a scholar, on a pilgrimage to seek knowledge, and also spread knowledge to others. Got him to realize there was a lot more to existing than war, God, and the sword… even his oath. The knight fell in love with her,” pausing briefly, both struggling to find the words, and building up tension, he looked at his reflection in his glass. “However she didn’t love him back.”

Suddenly her demeanor changed, and perhaps it was what he intended. To draw out her empathy at that exact second.

“The woman was in love with someone else, and yet, feeling sorry for him she’d bestowed upon him a final piece of advice he would never forget.”

“You’ll find someone… you’ll find someone as special to you as he is to me… it’s why we were put here, to find one another.”

Setting the finished drinks down on the countertop for her coworker to come fetch, she put a hand on her hip as she looked at the man sitting in the stool in front of her, quietly sipping on his whiskey. “You use that to pick up girls a lot, don’t you?”

Coughing, choking on his drink as it slipped down the wrong tube, he grasped at a napkin she held out to him, and brought it to his lips. “Why? Did it work?”

[qtubpol]

Shadow Monsters

Isa tilts her head, watching Ramon and Richas through the window. They were doing their nightly-routine of wait until our dads go to bed then make shadows under the blankets. Which, honestly, really fucking cute.

She smiles and watches as Ramon makes a bigger dragon than Richarlyson's, then grabs his hand. Richarlyson squeaks, and the two set off into giggling fits while trying to keep the noise down. It's cute.

"You know," She starts, not even looking as she feels the fabric of her dress rustle. She feels fur brush against her, however, so he must be cold. "You don't have to look after them too?" She smirks as the man next to her shuffles.

"It's business." He offers, tail curling up against his back.

Isa scoffs and looks at him. "Madagio."

His ears lay flat against his head - Pac calls them airplane ears when Cellbit does it? - and he sighs through his nose. "It's business."

She shakes her head. "You've still got him under a contract? Even after he got out of the cave?"

Madagio looks at her this time, ears still flat. "He wasn't supposed to get out of that cave by himself."

She smirks, then giggles as she wiggles her eyebrows. "I know. My brother's got good taste in men."

He scoffs back, turning away from her and watching the boys again. This time, Richarlyson's curled over Ramon's chest, the two fast asleep. Isa nearly squealed at the sight, and she turns to say something to Madagio -

But he stares at them, a soft smile on his face - as much of one Madagio could really let himself give. He never really lets himself smile.

Isa watches a little longer, then looks back to the window.

"...Just business. Got it."

[tadbitsketch]

welcome to me sharing mcsm headcanons and aus i have

Okay but like what if Isa and Cassie were teammates in the games and had like a sisterly sort of relationship, Isa as Cassie's basically older sister

Like imagine Isa braiding Cassie's hair so it's not a mess for tomorrow's competition

Or them staying up late, having deep talks about life and what they want on their shared bunk bed?

Isa going and showing off Cassie's paintings, bc she's too embarrassed to do so herself

Cassie and Isa working together in the Games to kill their enemies

They train together in between competitions, motivating each other to do better

And then Isa leaves. She takes one of the Eversource chickens and plans her escape. She debates on taking Cassie, but they'd had an argument earlier over something and she refuses to talk to Isa. So she goes, and she doesn't tell anyone.

Cassie wakes up to find one of the only people to show her love gone. No note, no nothing.

The two had always talked about maybe one day overthrowing Hadrian and taking over the Games. Maybe Cassie will just do it herself. She doesn't have anything to lose, after all.

Her plan fails, so much worse than she thought it could. They catch her trying to kill Mevia. They don't lock her up, no that would be too kind. Instead, they take her and throw her through some random portal, without a key to escape.

Isa forever regrets her choice, desperately wishing she'd taken Cassie with her that night.

If only she had.

[sunnytastic]

ok im very drunk so i don't mind saying this

i genuinely love ronald mcdonald. like jesus christ, this silly character from a sitcom shouldn't mean so much to me and yet he does. i love his goofiness. i love how attractive he is. i love how he makes me feel seen in a way no other character has.

i think about the line "if there is a god, there is no way he would make me queer" and my heart clenches because did they know? how did they know this is a thought i repeated to myself everyday i went to catholic school? how did they know the pain mac felt when his father thought he was having a child was the same pain i felt when i saw the words "and i pray my daughters will find loving husbands" on the wall above my mother's bed? and the sudden realization that just existing would be disappointing.

im grateful i didn't have to go through 40 years of torment to accept who i am but that doesn't mean the pain i've felt from rejecting everything i was taught hurts any less. that fear of condemnation, of losing the heaven i so desperately longed for as a child, it hurts in a way i've spent so long pretending i didn't care about. to look at a character and know he feels exactly the same way i do, it's representation i didn't know i was looking for.

i am so immensely grateful for mac, and i wish i could express to rob, glenn, and charlie how much he means to me. it feels silly to put so much emotion on a fictional character but it feels cathartic to retreat to a character who knows me.

i love mac, and while i'm inebriated i want to express that love, because i truly didn't expect to love a character as much as I love mac.

[florbelles]

X. FROM EDEN. far cry 5. | volume i.

radio (x), template (x)

[notbeyondbirthday]

1, 2, and 21 for Beyond!

Hiii Isa!!! Thank you for the ask! 🥰

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

He has everything. Obsession. Vengeance. Trauma. He's doomed by the narrative. He's a freak. He's a fake. He's a funhouse mirror for the most beloved blorbo in this fandom. His very existence raises so many questions about L, the successors, Watari and Wammy's House and I'd go as far as to say his existence gives them all dimension. The destructive nature of Mello's rivalry with Near is the first implication we get that the existence of Wammy's House as an institution and by extension, Watari and L, may not be an unequivocally good thing after all. There are risks and consequences. Beyond Birthday takes that implication and makes it an observable fact and from there the possibilities are endless.

Death Note does not address Watari's motivations or ethics nor the ethics or efficacy of someone like L having the incredible unilateral power and influence that he does, which is a shame because it's such an interesting angle to approach the story from.

I have seen people say they don't like the addition of Wammy's House or dislike what the LABB adds to the story if you don't just handwave it as a spinoff. I get that. Wammy's House is about as unrealistic a concept as the existence of L himself so it can feel superfluous. For me, the LABB makes the mythos surrounding L more believable. Are we meant to believe all was well in the creation of this superhero figure? I can't, so the LABB makes sense in that regard...it represents the collateral damage of such an unrealistic endeavor. It's too much power and too large of a burden to rest on any single person. However, if you're invested in a particular characterization of L, Watari, the successors and their relationships or upbringing before reading the LABB (especially if those characterizations are on the wholesome side), the LABB might fly in the face of all that. (Though, if they went through with making Mello and Near L's KIDS instead I would've fucking hated that. He would NOT DO THAT.) Anyway, it is ultimately a spinoff so people are welcome to dismiss it on those grounds. If I'm being completely honest though, the LABB is what gives the successor side of the story the depth and stakes that make it truly compelling for me. I LOVE the successors in the main material but we just don't get enough of them! The LABB gives them more context even if I refuse to accept Mello's goofy ass narrative voice in the novel (I just don't think he talks like that, but. Hey. Maybe he does. Mello understanders weigh in!) Anyway sorry this got so long and off topic, my point is that I love everything about him but what I love most of all is that he's an entire story in and of himself. If he exists every character he's even tangentially related to gets another dimension, a fucked up dimension and I'm into that shit.

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

Beyond Birthday represents extremes to me. Obsession, imitation, competition - he takes everything farther than anyone else, too far, in pursuit of his goals. He wipes down his crime scenes to the lightbulb sockets. When he decides to challenge L, he's not even interested in living to see the fruits of his labor. His selfhood, his body, his life are reduced to tools he uses to undermine L, and he views Naomi Misora the same way. You can see this in how he speaks about her as Beyond Birthday, rather than Rue Ryuzaki:

I don't think this is just him underestimating Naomi, I think this is him being so obsessed with L and their 'game' that he reduces everyone and everything to their role in that construct. His victims and himself included. Besides that, we see an incredible amount of self-awareness here. He understands the impression he makes as Rue (a freak), he actively curates his mannerisms (down to his laugh) and flat out tells us how detached he is from his own ego when he says: "There are things I must do before B can surpass L." With this context it's not hard to understand how he successfully convinced the families of his victims to hire him to solve their murders. Rue Ryuzaki is just another piece in this game and arguably, so is B...and they can and will be changed and discarded as the game requires. We see the man rifle through an underwear drawer, crawl around the floor, and listen in on someone in the bathroom...there is no shame, no limit, nothing that deters him from his goal, even his own self-destruction. B truly is an extreme freak, even pretending to be an extreme freak to that extent makes him an extreme freak in and of itself, and that's my favorite canon thing about him.

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

Oh man, I LOVE writing dialogue for B...my characterization of him is dramatic and provocative and often verbose. He is here to get a reaction out of you, full stop. I think that's why I enjoy roleplaying with him, there is so much joy in forcing other writers to put up with him always trying to fuck with everyone. I love coming up with elaborate schemes for him to try and pull off for the same reason - the feeling of coming up with something so harebrained that even I wish Beyond would use his cleverness for something productive is so satisfying. Additionally, getting into his head and trying to untangle and express his...fucked up, often self-contradictory reasoning, thoughts and feelings without him ever willingly opening up about any of that is a fun challenge. As far as what I don't like...well, it's mostly self-inflicted but as fun as writing B is, I also feel a lot of pressure to get it right. B will want to take charge of any given situation or dynamic; he is fearless, capricious and extreme. There is not much if anything I would past him... so I often wonder if I'm going far enough. I never want my own limitations to get in his way and I think so much and so deeply about this fucker it sometimes feels like I'll never actually be able to properly express those ideas. For example, despite all of my ranting and pondering about B's inner world, in my one published fic, On Killing, Curiosity & Cats, it's mostly L's feelings and internal monologue I am explicit about (even though I am not at all an L expert). It felt easier, or perhaps safer, to show and imply things about B rather than state them outright. Writing him feels like a delicate balancing act, especially if I'm going to publish it! Sometimes Beyond Bitchboy just feels bigger than me.

character ask game

[warmsol]

Hiii I’ve been a fan of your blog for years now (ever since you introduced Elia heheh) and I was just wondering how you kept up with her and didn’t lose motivation with the gameplays and the stories? I’ve loved watching her and you grow throughout it all 💕

omg awe thank you for sticking around this long! :’) it’s funny you’re asking this because i’m currently in such a storytelling slump at the moment, lmao. so my motivation definitely comes and goes, which i think is completely normal! i’ve come to the realization that after working on elia’s story for so many years, i can truly explore it whenever i want. she/her story will always be in reach, which has helped me not get overwhelmed or sick of it. my love for her is always there, that never slows, but sometimes my energy to use the sims as medium does and that’s completely okay.

as for not getting tired of her or my other ocs in general, i think that just comes with developing personalities that you care deeply about. once you stick with a character long enough, they become a part of you, and it’s very hard to imagine not writing them, or creating art (in any form) for them.. elia has been apart of my brain for five years, i can’t imagine her not always being a staple of this blog or my writing.

but all that being said, i think allowing myself to also develop new ocs/explore different gameplay/stories has helped as well, so i don’t feel limited in my creativity! (like how i created solis legacy as something to purely explore and have fun in) but like, despite any other characters or stories i may produce elia will always be number one in my heart and i think it’s truly because i adore her character through and through. flaws and all. she’s my literal angel child ;-; she’s always growing and changing along side myself as the years go by, and i see a lot of her in me and vice versa. and honestly, having a character that you can keep pouring into, developing and allowing to grow is such a beautiful and important element to never tiring of them as well. <3

[worldwhampion]

I DID A COLLAB WITH @hazele-omega !!!!!!!!!!! bad cop worse cop, starring flirt (my nms guy with the assault rifle) and october (hazele's little man)

[dwalendinhetniets]

Jij weet niet dat dit bericht bestaat

Ik ken je niet Alleen je naam Althans, de naam die je me gegeven hebt En de details van je leven die je gekozen hebt, om met mij te delen

Toch denk ik een (klein) deel van jouw pijn te voelen Van de hardheid en oneerlijkheid van het leven Jouw leven De wrede hand die jou is toebedeeld

Ik hoop dat je door kan blijven gaan En een sprankje hoop kan vinden, al is het nog zo miniscuul Dat warmte, die je nu zo moet missen, je komt omarmen En je nooit meer alleen zal laten

[lcs-library]

Sakuya Sakuma’s Twin Bun Era(REAL)(NOT CLICKBAIT)(GONE WRONG)

Happy Halloween!!! This is a sequel/alternate POV to my friend @hqissodelicate’s fic, so be sure to read that as well!! Hehe enjoy!!

It’s not every day that one of your troupemates and your former senpai ask if they can dress as you and your boyfriend for Halloween, that was for sure. And yet, here Lu was, blinking in surprise as Isa proposed the idea to her and Sakuya one evening.

“It would be fun, don’t you think? Banri-kun was the one who suggested it!” Isa explained giddily, beginning to bounce on her toes.

“That sounds really cool, you two! Of course you can dress as us!” Sakuya replied, his smile just as bright as Isa’s, making it almost impossible for their partners to see through their blinding light.

“So who would be who?” Lu asked, still a little unsure on the idea.

“We figured I could be you, an’ Isa could be Saku,” Banri explained.

Lu let out a snort.

“Sorry, Banban, but I doubt you could pull off my look, it’s a little too… girly for you, don’t you think?” She retorted smugly.

“You little— you’ve seen me crossdress before, dammit! I know for a fact I’d look better in your clothes than you do!” He shot back, glaring down at her.

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Oh, it’s on,” he snarled.

“Please calm down, I’m sure you both look nice in Lu’s style!” Isa cut in, stepping between the two of them.

Banri sighed, reluctantly turning away from Lu to take her into his arms.

“Sorry, sorry, I know ya don’t like it when we fight,” he said, shielding her from his rival, right as she mouthed “whipped,” pantomiming a crack. He only grumbled, planting a kiss to Isa’s forehead to hide him flipping off Lu.

She could only giggle as the other couple left the room, leaving just her and Sakuya. Once she was sure they were out of earshot, she turned to him.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“I’m pretty sure!”

“Well, we’d better get on it, then! Let’s hit up a thrift store tomorrow and start! You know any good spots?”

“Who do you think you’re talking to?”

______

The next day, the two met up in front of a place Sakuya had his eyes on for a few weeks, a new thrift shop that opened up near the train station. They exchanged a determined look before taking the other’s hand, stepping into the shop.

They were not prepared for the sight that would greet them.

There, right in the middle of the cramped store, stood Banri and Isa, comparing different purple jackets on him in the women’s section.

Lu panicked, quickly ducking behind a rack in the men’s section, dragging a confused Sakuya with her.

“What’s going on-?“

“Shh! There,” Lu whispered, gesturing over to where their rival couple stood.

Sakuya poked his head out from between the clothes, only to immediately duck right back in.

“What do we do?” He asked, just as panicked as Lu. She only shrugged.

“It would take too long to wait them out, but we can’t start shopping without looking suspicious.”

“Should we just pretend it’s not for the costume?”

“Yeah, that might work!”

“Okay! Let’s get out of here, then,” Sakuya decided, stepping out from behind the rack, with Lu doing the same.

And yet the two, despite being actors, were awful at lying.

They found themselves aimlessly browsing the store, trying to make their way towards racks filled with plaid shirts and purples more than anything Sakuya would ever wear, and more dresses than Lu could be comfortable in. They struggled to make their movements look natural, and, no matter what they did, Isa and Banri found them anyway.

“Sakuya-kun, Lu-chan! What a coincidence!” Isa greeted, cheerfully jogging up to meet them.

“Uh, ahaha… nice to see you too, Isa-senpai! What are you doing here?” Lu returned, still holding the purple button-up she was examining.

“We came to get started on our costumes! What about you two?”

Lu hesitated, desperately turning to Sakuya for help.

“We’re just…shopping around! This place is one of our usual date spots after all, right, Lu?” Sakuya supplemented, awkwardly looking up to her.

“Right!”

Banri raised a questioning eyebrow.

“‘S rare that you shop in the men’s section, Lu, what’re ya up to?”

Lu gulped.

“I’m just looking for, um, a sweatshirt! Yeah, that! It’s better when they’re oversized, don’t you think?”

He only looked to the purple button-up she was holding, then back up to her. Then back to the button-up.

“…right,” he drawled.

The four sat in silence, each unsure of what to say or do in this scenario.

“Well, it was nice seeing you two, and good luck with your costumes! You can always ask to borrow clothes from us if you want to!” Sakuya exclaimed, trying to free everyone from the tension.

“Yep! You two have fun on your date, okay?” Isa returned, taking her partner by the arm, even if he refused to look away from the other couple.

Sakuya and Lu let out a sigh, their bodies relaxing instantly. Sure, that didn’t go as well as it could have, but it was decent enough to hopefully deter any suspicion from the two. Lu returned to the shirt she was holding up.

“I know this isn’t plaid, but it should work, right? It’s a deep enough purple,” she mused.

“Yeah, it looks good! But what about the vest?” Sakuya asked. Lu physically cringed.

“I am not wearing that thing. I’m pretty sure that’s a crime in three different countries.”

He had to laugh.

“I can’t say I don’t agree! I’m sure you’ll look good regardless, though.”

Lu blushed way more than she wished she had at that.

“Thanks. But what about you? We found a dress, but what about your hair?”

“What about it?”

“Isa’s buns?”

“Oh… right.”

________

By the time Halloween arrived, the two had spent far too long altering their clothing and begging Yuki for tips that they had entirely forgotten about the issue of hairstyles. It only came to them once they had finished putting everything on, from Lu’s slightly less obnoxious version of Banri’s typical spring outfit to Sakuya’s take on something Isa would wear, a white camisole dress complete with matching heels and a cardigan.

After they took their time praising and admiring their handiwork in the mirror of Sakuya and Citron’s dorm room, Sakuya froze, turning to Lu.

“Buns.”

“Buns?”

“Buns.”

“BUNS!!!”

In a flash, Lu was rummaging through her bag, searching for a hair tie at the bare minimum, hoping that, worst case, she could tie up some of his hair and call it good enough. His hair was short enough to pass it off, right? It wasn’t like it would take to a lighter dye, either.

After what felt like a thousand years of searching, she turned up with nothing. Lu sighed, sitting herself down on one of the cushions. Looks like their plan would only have to be half-baked.

Sakuya found himself sitting next to her, taking her hand in sympathy for some reassurance. He knew to wait for when she was ready to talk in these situations. After all, it’s what he would want, too.

That was, until he took a good look at Lu’s own hairstyle she had chosen for the day.

“…Lu?” He murmured, giving her hand a squeeze.

“Sorry, Saku, I know I should’ve been more prepared,” she sighed, squeezing his right back.

“No, Lu. Your twintails.”

“Hm? What about ‘em?”

“Can we use the hair ties from this? Banri keeps his hair down most of the time anyway.”

Lu’s eyes widened.

“Of course! Thanks, Saku!” She squealed, pulling him into a tight hug where he could only giggle.

In a haste, she undid her usual hairstyle, transferring it over to Sakuya with relative ease. Once she finally finished, she turned him to the mirror.

“What do you think?”

“It’s perfect! You ready to show them?”

“Yep! Let’s blow ‘em away!”

[eelqueen]

He had been thinking about it all night, you know. It hadn’t been an impulse, he had considered whether or not to do it. The thought of doing something for himself, of breaking Cazador’s rules sent chills down his scarred spine and clamped like a vice around his stomach. Cazador wouldn’t know, would he? Surely he was actually free of his master now. But gods, if that vile man found out that Astarion had disobeyed his orders… It was a possibility that Astarion could not even entertain, though the fear of Cazador lurking around every corner was constantly with him. He decided to believe that the tadpole would keep him safe, though his entire body was frozen with fear of the alternative.

Astarion bit her out of spite of his master, and it was his first selfish act in 200 years.

[dubiousdisco]

ok so leidy screaming at davi to protect honor of the blonde over there and davi's friend isa telling DAVI to stop wtf

[emmyrosee]

EMMY YES UNCLE HCS ARE JUST AS GOOD AS DAD HC OMG U OPENED MY EYES TO A WHOLE NEW WORLD 🤯🥴🤩

Uncke Bokuto is just an absolute disaster, yes yes yes!!!!! He loves and care for baby Akaashi so much, but he also is teaching a clumsy toddler who just learned to walk how to do a cartwheel, and i bet it ended with both bokuto and baby girl akaashi having matching arm casts 😭😭

but you know what?!? it gets even worse for Keiji when he asks someone else to babysit. if uncle Bokuto is a chaotic disaster that leaves Keiji to immediately try to undo all the mess, uncle Konoha is much, much, much worse.

Konoha is an enabler. what baby girl wants baby girl gets. and sometimes she wants the most absurd things in the world because shes five!!! oh, and he will fight and bully others for her, teaching her how to get back at the mean kids and now Keiji is having a super awkward time at the PAT meetings.

but the worst of it all, is how he uses his babysitting hours to flirt. he takes Baby Akaashi to the park after reharsing with her what shes supposed to say to make him look good in front of the hot milfs pretty ladys, who all swoon over this very very charming man that is also so good with kids!! a caring & lovable uncle, really!!!

and then later that night Keiji is left to answer the most god-awful questions that formed in his sweet and innocence baby's mind, after she accidentally heard it (an unawared) uncle Konoha say it to one of the pretty ladies

oh. wait. i got carried away i'm sorry sjdheknshe

UNCLE KONOHA NEEDS TO MARRY ME LIKE. YESTERDAY-

Wait. Okay. Pause.

Bokuto and baby kaashi having matching casts is absolutely precious, Bokuto feels so bad about it because his poor little pseudo-niece got hurt because of him, and keiji wants to absolutely maul him with everything he has, but it’s hard to be full of rage when Mei comes up to him with a smile and eagerly asks him to sign her cast.

But uncle kONOHA??? MENACE.

It’s bad enough he cannot say no to Mei, honestly it’s his weakness. She’s got Keiji’s eyes and the cutest little curls, she was made to make Konoha cave, and she knows that.

Popsicles? Okay, one more. Baggie of chips? With dinner. Box of pocky? Only if she shares with him. And when Mei gets home and upchucks all of those treats, and she’s crying and whining because she doesn’t feel good, Keiji promises he’s never going to let Konoha even look at Mei again.

“No. I’m putting my foot down-“

“Babe, he’s free. And as crooked as it is, he does love her, and he’ll keep her safe.”

Except. Even that’s debatable.

Because Konoha knows his pseudo-niece is precious, and he knows that she catches the eye of every mom in the park. The way she eagerly tugs his hand to get to the swings, the pout she gives him to go down the slide with her, even the way her blue eyes glimmer with tears when she trips and falls in the wood chips, but giggles when he gives her a loud “KABOOM!” to make her feel better.

“You’re so good with her,” one of the mom’s coo when he sits down with Mei, her cheeks flushed as she gulps down a juice box. He can very clearly see her looking for a ring on his finger, and he knows he’s got this mom right where he wants her.

“Thanks,” he chuckles. He buries his nose in Mei’s hair affectionately, “mommy and daddy went to work today, huh munchkin?”

“Uh-huh!” She says to the nice lady, “n Uncle Ko takes care of me when they do!”

She’s definitely getting an ice cream cone for that.

“Well I’m so glad he does!” The mom coos, ruffling her dark hair, and all Konoha can do is pray Mei doesn’t tell her dad that a stranger touched her. Then, her gaze turns flirtatious back to Konoha, “is there an aunt who takes care of her as well?”

And the day goes on; Mei gets whatever ice cream she wants when the lady leaves, and she gets smothered in kisses for being such a good lil’ actress girl at the park, and a few hours later when an exhausted Keiji comes home, he smiles when Mei runs with open arms to her dad.

“Daddy! Daddy!” She squeals, giggling as Keiji lifts her up. “Uncle Ko’ took me to the park today!”

“Is that right?” He hums, kissing her cheek. Sharp blue eyes flick to the dirty blonde, “he better have used sunscreen.”

“No, it smells icky!” She says, pulling a face. Konoha blanched, and Keiji sterns his gaze. So much for keeping secrets. “Hey, squirt, maybe we should-“

“What else did you do today, Mei?”

“We met a nice lady at the park, ‘n uncle Ko bought her a’ ice cream ‘n she said she’d give him a number ‘n said that they should have a play date together- do you go on play dates, too, daddy?”

The vein in Keiji’s head pops out. Konoha swallows.

“Only with mommy,” he snarls. He sighs as he plants Mei back on her feet, “why don’t you go play in the living room, princess?” Eagerly, Mei runs into the living room, and Konoha gives Keiji a smile.

“So… I’m going to head out-“

“You got a woman’s number?” Keiji growls, and Konoha raises his hands in defense. “Hey, to be fair, I didn’t know she heard-“

“You used my child for flirting purposes?” He says with furrowed brows. “You pimped my baby out for a date?”

“Well when you say it like that-“

“You are so fuckin’ lucky my wife and kid like you,” he growls, shrugging off his coat. Then, he takes a deep breath to calm himself down, he doesn’t like fighting when Mei’s around. “I don’t have the energy for you, I have to talk to my child; and for the love of the gods, please reinforce the idea that talking to strangers is bad.”

Konoha grins and claps keiji on the back, “you got it bud. See you Friday?”

“If I don’t goddamned stroke before then.”

@meloomi WAKE UP BABE, NEW UNCLE HEAD CANONS DROPPED-

[lilac-lemonade]

Every time I open up google docs and see the titles of my wips I'm forced to remember the fact that neither of them really have plots and that eventually vibes alone aren't going to be enough to complete them

[isabellwithoutthee]

an open letter to the greatest person I've ever met - original poem?

I don’t really know what I am doing…

Just that I'm doing my best. 

I am trying to be the person you saw me as,

And I think I’m doing okay?

I don't really know. 

Were you proud of the person I was before you were gone? 

I like to think you were, afterall I have changed exponentially since my younger years.

You sat me down one time, if I remember correctly we were both reading across the table from each other. You drew my attention away from my book and started a conversation about relationships. How you didn’t want me to be alone just because that was the life you had chosen for yourself. I don’t remember exact quotes anymore, just vague recollections. 

And, don’t get me wrong, I do not fault anyone but myself for how I decided to take your advice, but I think you wanted to see me happy with someone that wasn’t just family or a close friend. I think you knew I was good by myself but I could do great things if I had someone to lean on that wasn’t just a friend. 

I threw myself into relationships, hoping they would make me happy. Hoping you would approve of them and knowing how big of a challenge that was to give someone. Looking back, you probably knew then that I was going to lose you. You weren’t trying to replace yourself, but I think you wanted me to have someone to lean on when the time came. 

Your advice was good, and well intended. But I still don’t know what to do with it. Like, how do I know when someone is the right person? I wish I had asked you more about love outside of family while you were alive. There is so much more advice I wish I could ask you for, that I was too scared to ask for while I was still considered a child. 

I wonder if you knew. You probably knew all along now that I think about it. But I wonder if you saw how I looked at her? If you saw how I would’ve done anything for her, all she had to do was ask. I think you would’ve loved me anyway, scoffed at my fear that you wouldn’t love me anymore. How silly was I to think that you wouldn’t love me anymore? You were my best friend and the greatest person I’ve gotten to know. 

I hope you’re doing good wherever you are. You deserve it. Just know that I do miss you all the time. I know you’re not in pain anymore and I should be happy about that but, why’d you have to leave so soon? We didn’t get to go to flagler, we didn’t get to go on a crazy road trip. You didn’t get to visit me states away. I don’t blame you though, I can’t really blame anyone for anything that happened. 

It’s about to be a year since I last heard your voice, and I know I don’t cry about you as often as I used to, but I really do hope you know how much I miss you. I miss just going to your house and cooking up a storm because who could teach me to cook except you? And packing up to go camping, with me slowly taking over prepping the camper because you were “getting too old”. 

You taught me so many life skills and I wish I would’ve thanked you when I had the chance. 

(poetry? by yours truly, Isa)