#it's no big thing that'd be cool. If he wanted to hang out that'd be cool too. but I just always think I'll embarrass myself

[persistent-wallflower]

A bit tired of having to deal with my mind, ngl. 🤷‍♂️

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

hiya! so I was thinking about Peter Quill with an artistic reader (in the form of headcanons) bc omg i think that'd be absolutely adorable and ive been going in a spiral for him lately

Just a thought! You dont need to do it if youre busy, have a great week!

hii! omg yes I love it. and don’t worry me you and everyone else feels the same way😭 ive been defending him in comment sections for years so im glad he’s finally getting recognition he deserves. big up quill. I also did this first, as it was a fun sorta break in between other writing. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 have a great weekend also. xo

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Peter Quill x reader (gn)

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- he doesn’t always have the best attention span, but when it comes to you he could watch you paint/ draw for hours. it’s something that keeps him entertained

- he likes to ask questions/ communicate while you work “that’s cool, what does that do?” or “how did you do that?” feel like he’d be mesmerised watching the canvas come to life

- you both listen to his music while you do anything artsy, the combination is the best of both worlds

- but if he’s not watching you/ hanging around at the same time, you like to listen to his music so it feels like he’s still there. he’s silently caught you a few times and it makes him feel special that his music means so much to you

- he definitely brags to the other guardians about how talented you are (like tony and thor talking about their girls in age of ultron)

- I feel like he can be a great helper- if you’re at the easel, he stands next to you holding the things you need so you don’t have to keep bending/ reaching etc. or if you need a brush cleaned, he’d do it for you

- if you wanted to do pottery, he’d get rocket to make you a pottery wheel, whatever you needed, rocket will make

- if you live with him in his apartment on knowhere, he’s moved his things about so that you could paint by the window/ designated a space/ area for you to work at (he remembers watching bob ross a couple times when he was a kid, so he used the tips he learned and put them into practice for you)

- if and when he sees any kind of art materials on other planets, he definitely brings them back for you. over a while you’ve acquired quite a diverse set of tools that’s broadened the quality of your art

- I feel like he’d kind of pimp you out- would put your name out there to get more people to commission work from you

- you’re now the go-to that people come to when they want new things for their houses. a majority of people on knowhere have probably bought work from you

- you’ve made pieces for every guardian, something specific and detailed that has meaning to each individual (kind of like the holiday special) you’d be very creative and intricate in tailoring the work to the person

- mantis absolutely adores what you made. nebula was apprehensive at first but you caught her smiling when she thought you weren’t paying attention. drax goes into great detail when he describes what he loves about it, always using crazy big adjectives. rocket said he doesn’t care for art, but the way it’s displayed in his apartment tells you otherwise. and groot was super happy to have something made by you

- quill has treasured everything you’ve ever made him, he can be very sentimental so all the work you made is something he deeply appreciates. something minuscule you made at the beginning of the relationship, is kept in one of his memory boxes (like a flower made of tissue)

- maybe you’ve made things to honour his parents, using stories he’s told you into creating something beautiful (two separate pieces- one of meredith and one of yondu) they are something he has hung up and displayed in his apartment. I feel like it’s helped him deal with his grief- and over time he’s been able to look at the artwork without feeling sad. now he can smile when he sees their faces

- its definitely made him fall harder for you

[barry-j-blupjeans]

@taznovembercelebration - Wood /Gold

Carey was, quite literally, hanging off Magnus's every word. Or rather, she was perched up on Magnus's shoulder as he talked like he was a big boulder and she was a lizard soaking in the sun. His shoulder was starting to hurt, but he wasn't about to tell her to get off, because she had just gotten engaged and this was important. He had a sketch pad out in front of him as they discussed ring ideas. He had carved the ones they had used for the engagement, after all. But these had to be better.

"I was thinkin' more like..." Carey held her hand out and made an angle with her fingers. Magnus, honestly, couldn't tell what she was measuring. "Stabby? More stabby? Can you do that?"

"Like, uh, inward stabbing or-"

"No, no," Carey said. "Like, outward stabby, like a cool sword ring. Is that anything?"

"We can try," Magnus said, starting to draw a sword down. Carey shuffled, her feet catching on the back of his shirt slightly. He leaned a little to the right so she'd have more room. Carey made an approving noise at his sword sketch and they fell into a small silence, only filled by the crackling on the fire and the scratch of Magnus's pencil across the page.

After a few minutes, Carey cleared her throat.

"So I was, uhh, I was thinkin'," she said. "I don't know if it's in your skillset or anything-"

"Yes," Magnus said.

"You don't even know what I'm gonna ask!"

"I'm ninety percent sure in my skill set," Magnus said.

"Shut up," Carey laughed, whapping his shoulder. Magnus snickered. "For real, though. I was thinking like, getting these cast in gold? Does that seem silly? Gold looks really good on Killian and she's trusting me with this design so I wanna make it look good, y'know? Is that something you can do or should I find someone else?"

"Hm," Magnus said. He paused his sketch, drawn into his thoughts instead. He must have been quiet for too long, because Carey leaned back a little and asked,

"Magnus? Is that a no, or?"

"No, no," Magnus said, shaking his head. "I mean, yes! Yes, we can do that. We'd have to, uhm. We'd make the wooden ones first, probably, and then make a mold out of those? That'd be easiest."

"I'm down for that," Carey said. "Would you be doing the casting, or?"

"Nah, I'm awful at that," Magnus said with a little laugh. "Julia would have been able to do it. I just- sorry, I was thinking of anyone else who could have that I know and that's- I mean, that was her thing. It's- we can find someone else, I'm sure."

"Hey," Carey said, nudging him with a bone shoulder. "She woulda made the best damn rings in this entire planar system."

"In all of them," Magnus said, smiling. He set his pencil down and fished his wedding ring out from where it was hanging under his shirt. It had worn down over the years, but it still had the intricate they had designed together. Magnus, of course, had down the originals, but they had been destroyed with the rest of Raven's Roost.

He had spent a lot of time thinking about Julia lately. The culmination of Carey and Killian getting engaged and Magnus remembering a hundred years of his life was causing him to reminisce quite a bit. Grief all the way down, sure, but

"Wowza," Carey said, leaning in to look at it. "She did that?"

"Yeah," Magnus said, holding it up to the light. "It's real nice."

"Sure as hell is," Carey said. He tucked it back under his shirt and cleared his throat. Carey patted the shoulder she wasn't laying against. When he picked up his pencil, she continued with, "while we're on the topic I, uh, I had something I wanted to ask you, Mags."

"Go for it," Magnus said, adding unnecessary shading to the sword.

"Me and Kills talked it over and we wanted to ask, if it's okay with you, that we, uhm, we could leave a seat open. For Julia, I mean." Carey paused. "Aw, you're gonna get our sketches all wet with your tears, man."

"Sorry," Magnus said, wiping his eyes. Once more, he put the pencil down. He pushed his chair back a bit and Carey wobbled for a second before he scooped her up into his arms for a big hug. She wheezed a little.

"Is that a yes?" Carey managed. Magnus pulled back and she kicked her feet for a second before he set her back on the ground.

"Yeah," he said. Gods, he needed to keep tissues in here. "It's a yes. I- thank you. You guys didn't have to-"

"But we wanted to," Carey said seriously. "Your family is my family, Mags. Got that?"

"Are we including Merle in this?"

"Unfortunately," Carey said, grinning. She looked a little teary, too. "I love you, man."

"I love you too."

[glambots]

Hello! Could you please write out some headcanons for a reader who is a horror artist? With Chica, Monty, Sun, and Moon please. Platonic or romantic is okay, and I don't really mind if reader also has a job at the pizzaplex or not. I just think it would be a really fun idea to explore and you're a really good writer! Thank you in advance. :)

🍕Glamrock-Chica + Horror-Artist!Reader HCs:🍕

⭐Wow, these are great! They remind her of the art they use on the album covers of those metal CDs she likes to listen to! Like this one--oh, and this one! This one, too...!

⭐Of course, management would never let her hang any of these up, nor could you ever show them off to any of the kids. Because they're just big babies! But she'd still love to keep some of them around in her scrapbook, if that'd be cool!

⭐She'll even try to draw some horror of her own! It's not...quite the scariest. Or even a very good drawing. But she does her best, and that's what matters! (Plus, it's fun!)

🐊Montgomery Gator + Horror-Artist!Reader HCs:🐊

⭐Yo! That's--really freaky, actually. But! He don't mean it in a bad way, though! You're a great artist, got a real way with all the...uh...blood? It's totally hardcore! Real rock-n-roll!

⭐He wishes he could hang up more of your stuff in his room, but management always hassles him about it, cause it might "scare the kids." Yeah, right! If anyone's a coward here, it's them. Scared of the parents puttin' up a fuss! Tch, lame.

⭐In fact, if he had the ability to get tattoos, he would want some of your pieces to be the first ones he'd get! Could you imagine? Cause he could! Man, wouldn't that be somethin'...!

☀️Sunnydrop + Horror-Artist!Reader HCs:☀️

⭐Wow, you're a really good artist! B-But...do you really have to draw so many scary things? In the Daycare, we only draw Happy Things! Happy Things Make Happy Faces, after all!

⭐He would also, very gently, ask that you don't show that to any of the kids. N-Not that he doesn't like your art, because he does! He just thinks it might be a little much for them, at such a young age.

⭐Still, e-even if some of your scary drawings do make him shudder, he does his best to support you as much as a good friend/partner would! B-Because that's what friends/partners do!!! Right???

🌙Moondrop + Horror-Artist!Reader HCs:🌙

⭐Ooh, spooky. What's this? How about this? He's genuinely intrigued with your art. Why do you like drawing these things? Do you like scary things? (Makes sense, since you like him.)

⭐He'll definitely keep a few of his favorite for himself, as he would with any artist he had as a friend/partner. Kept hidden away in his private little collection, and always added to when he finds a new piece that catches his fancy.

⭐Sure, he knows you're not supposed to show them to the kids, but it doesn't stop him from really wanting to sometimes. Some kids like spooky things. (But the parents probably wouldn't.)

[creaturefeaster]

How does Rede show affection to Cstab; or vice versa? What is their love language (stab giving rede misc. shiny objects , rede making some sort of art for stab, etc., any of that)? How do they show their love for each other?

Chickenstab is really keen on having lots of objects, as well as physical touch. When Rede finds things he thinks Chickenstab would like, he'll grab them and save them to give to him later. He also lets Chickenstab basically jump all over him and hug and touch him whenever he wants, with only mild mild annoyance-- something that'd probably be a death sentence if anybody else tried.

Rede would certainly make art for him as well, but in ways that can be handled & played with because if something's made poorly or not with touch in mind, Chickenstab is likely to break it. Not on purpose, he just likes messing with cool stuff.

Rede on the other hand is big on one-on-one time, and physical touch as well when he's in host. In-host they cuddle a lot :3. But overall he just likes hanging out and doesn't really need much from Cstab to be satisfied & know that he is loved. Chickenstab still makes him well aware all the time though, because he's talkative and gushy.

[sidefanficaccounttohidemyshame]

Summary: Marko makes you dinner sometimes.

Brought to you by; my personal philosophy on how much immortality would fucking suck, how much I want to bone the lost boys, and how much I love Italian food, although I like lobster ravioli with vodka sauce way more than stuffed shells u guys it's literally perfect. Also I decided to write a full fic for once lmao 🤪🤪🤪

Warnings: very brief mention of police brutality but the cops die lol, some mentions of sexual content, cursing, drug mentions, general violence, unedited ramblings of a madwoman who's procrastinating finishing the third draft of her novel.

Black reader, mention of reader wearing a bonnet and earrings, and having locs!! But I don't Think any specific gender stuff. ***Non-Black people are 100% allowed to read and interact btw just please don't be racist lol

Marko would cook you Italian food sometimes.

It would always come out weird, and he would only do it out of the blue.

It'd be in the middle of the night, when they'd all decided to completely raid your house because you'd worked an early shift that morning and were sleeping in entirely too late for their tastes.

They'd be clamoring and making a bunch of noise at first before they realized half an hour had passed and you were still snoring.

It was late, and they'd eaten already. They wouldn't go as far as to brush their teeth for you, but a quick swig from the now empty bottle of tequila belonging to someone at the bonfire would be enough to take away the taste of iron in their mouths.

Dwayne would buy gum every once in a while. He wanted you to feel it one day—the steel warmth of a fresh kill on your tongue melding with the taste of booze, weed, and the same damn thing on his, but he couldn't pretend there was no part of him that liked you not knowing.

None of them would if they ever decided to be honest with themselves about it.

Sometimes it was nice to hear you snoring.

You'd wake up, somewhere around three in the morning, you'd guess. You were still too tired to accurately read the clock on your nightstand.

You'd adjust your bonnet and step out into the living room, following the smell that'd permeated your home and made your mouth water in your dreams. You were never surprised to see them.

You'd say they'd follow you to the ends of the earth if you ever decided to be honest with yourself.

You were surprised to see Marko, standing at your stove in your green tiled kitchen, looking at your pink non-stick pans with a scowl on his face while the rest of your boys talked about where they'd go once you woke up.

The answer to their conversation was absolutely nowhere. You were still wearing the bamboo hoop earrings you'd forgotten to take off the night before and rubbing at the indents they'd left in your neck, shuddering every time you'd brush against the scars and bruises they'd left on you simply because you'd begged for it so nicely.

There wasn't a chance you'd step out of the house until Monday morning. Every shift made you wonder if you should just ask.

For their lives, or lack thereof, for their blood, for forever with them in the same town doing the same things until the sun exploded and you'd die with the people you'd grow to see as prey.

Every time you thought about it—Eternity—it was too much. Too big. Way too big a thought for three in the morning.

"Hey Doll," David drawled. You'd mumble out a hello back, a sly smile on your face as you shuffled towards him wrapping your arms around him—partially because the cool leather of his jacket and his big arms wrapped around you felt nice, but mostly because you were tired of supporting your own weight.

Paul was on you in a second, kissing whatever skin he could reach from his awkward position before you turned your head to make out with him, drowsy and horny and happy to be touched.

"Baby," he'd pout after you'd pull back, "you said we'd hang on the boardwalk tonight. That band you like is playing."

You scowl even then, "I like them, but not enough to go out after a twelve hour shift. You guys can go—" your words were cut off by an obnoxiously loud yawn, "—see them if you want, I'm off for the weekend thank god, I'll be here tomorrow."

Dwayne would come up to you then, rubbing your back and pushing a loc that had somehow escaped your bonnet back in place. He'd be frowning. He'd never get used to seeing you tired, or hungry, or thirsty, or anything near the realm of unhappy if he was honest.

He'd never tell you to quit though. He'd just imply it. And maybe imply how fun it would be to commit arson again to his men.

You'd jump a bit in David's arms when the incredibly kitsch Garfield kitchen timer you'd begged them to buy you with money they stole from someone that only a small part of you hoped was still alive. You regretted getting it often, but not often enough.

Marko reached to grab the dish with his bare hands and you had to yell to remind him to put on gloves. Even in your sleep-deprived state you were shocked he'd actually listened.

Soon you were being ushered to your couch, the still on tv in your living room playing nothing but static. You needled through your collection of tapes for all of two seconds before you picked up the first thing that looked like it'd be some decent background noise, shoving into your VCR and opening your eyes for long enough to watch that look they all got in their eyes when you turned on the tv.

You think David had seen one growing up, he'd mention he'd been around since sometime in the fifties, but from the way he described his child you were sure he hadn't owned one.

Dwayne, you think, worried a lot about it. He was the second oldest out of all of them and he'd seen things that you were sure you couldn't imagine, he'd been around since before this country was stolen and he'd lived through hells you wish you could erase from his mind but the cast of light from the screen on his face illuminated that glimmer of wonder and fear in his eyes. You hoped one day he'd tell you what he was afraid of.

Paul looked like a kid in a candy store nearly every second of every day. All you had to day was smile at him or lift up your top and he'd start giggling like a school girl. He quieted whenever you put on a movie on. He'd lift up his arm like he expected you'd always be there to take up the space next to him, and he'd go back and forth from staring at you and the tv like he wanted something he couldn't have. You didn't think he'd had many moments nowadays where he couldn't get what he wanted. If his smile didn't look so fake, you'd think maybe it'd be good for him.

Marko was old. You didn't think so at first, no one would. He had a baby face that would've gotten him carded at every event you went to if it wasn't for mind control and he acted on impulse more than any person or animal you'd ever met. There were wild, rabid squirrels that acted with more caution, thought, and patience than Marko. But he was old. He'd never told you how old, but you could see it. It hadn't taken long.

He'd always walk on the side of you closest to the road, he'd hold open every door, and he'd never let you pay for your own drinks, food, stuffed animals, arcade games—he'd practically jumped a carnie once to get you a stuffed animal that slept next to you in bed every night since then.

But they all did that, sometimes to a less dramatic extent, but it wasn't anything new.

You knew Marko was old when he stared at a stamp with the Mona Lisa on it and smiled, turning to you and saying something in Italian before wincing to himself and shaking his head. He refused to tell you what it was he said and dragged you over to go pick out a bracelet for him to shoplift for you.

You knew he was old when he stared at the water on the beach and told you how much he hates how murky it is here.

"I wouldn't have left if I'd known the water would look the same," he'd said.

He had told you when you'd asked that he meant Italy. He wouldn't answer when you asked him when.

Marko never looked at the tv much. You hoped it was because he didn't care, but you knew he'd never tell you.

You'd shoved half of a stuffed shell into your face, thankful you'd had ricotta and even more thankful they'd used the ground pork you'd started defrosting that morning, you wouldn't have had it in you to use it until next Sunday, probably.

"How is it, sweet cheeks?" He'd called you cocoa powder, chocolate cake, cocoa butter, and all other variants of food related nicknames a good three days into knowing you. It took a long conversation about race with you and Dwayne to get him to stop, and he'd settled for sweet cheeks. You wondered how he could go so long without realizing how bad things had been. You'd never seen him look more angry than when you'd talked about all the times the Santa Carla police department had followed you, threatened you, hit you, called you out your name. They all had, but he'd looked surprised first and foremost. He swore on that day when he'd come back with blood trailing down his face and emptied a bag full of police badges on to the ground in front of where you stood that he'd never eat a black person from that day forward.

"Reparations." He'd smiled. It was all red-stained teeth.

There wasn't much of you that felt bad.

"It's perfect," you said through a second mouthful of pasta. It wasn't, it needed salt, the shells were just a bit too undercooked, and there wasn't enough oregano for your tastes, but that didn't mean it wasn't heavenly.

He'd made it. He'd made it for you, because he'd wanted to. And you were tired, and a little tipsy from the glass of moscato someone had slid in your hand sometime after you'd climbed onto Paul's lap. It could've tasted like wet cardboard, you would've been thrilled regardless.

"Where'd you learn to cook like that?" You asked.

You were just coherent enough to see that sad look on Paul's face make it's way into Marko's. His big doe eyes creasing at the corners.

'He'll never get crows feet,' you thought, 'probably wouldn't if he was human either.'

You knew there was no answer coming, so you turned your attention to the little boy from the never ending story hiding out in his attic and beginning to read his book.

"Rome." He whispered.

You didn't think you were supposed to hear him, even though you were sure he saw you freeze after he'd said it.

You looked at him from the other side of your small, dingy couch you'd forced them to help you move, check for bedbugs, and reupholster—as a fun bonding activity, of course.

There was a blood stain on the fabric that hadn't come out somewhere on the underside. It was such a pretty green you'd felt bad using hydrogen peroxide, so, you pretended.

Just like you'd pretend Marko wasn't looking at you like you were perfect. Like if he could he'd tattoo every forehead wrinkle, every breath you took, every pimple, split end, and scar into his brain.

Like you pretend he didn't ever look at you and wonder what life was like.

You beamed at him, and took another bite of the pasta, watching as his eyes shifted and he became your Marko again. The animal who wanted nothing more than to keep you safe, and fed, and on his cock. Or his fingers, or tongue, whatever kept you distracted for long enough to not notice how little of him was left.

How many times had David lied to you and told you how thrilling existing without any attachments was? How many times had Dwayne offered you his jacket and whispered something under his breath about how you wouldn't be needing it forever? How many times had Paul pouted and teased you when you'd told him you needed to pace yourself after he'd tossed back his thirtieth shot?

How many times would Marko recreate a recipe his Nonna probably taught him and pretend the years he'd spent traveling the world made up for the fact that he'd never gotten a chance to see her again?

You cringed when you heard the little boy screaming as his horse drowned in tar, scrambling for the remote and sighing with relief when David started fast-forwarding through the scene, like he always did.

One day you'd ask them. If they actually did think it was worth it.

Maybe one day they'd be honest with themselves. Maybe one day they'd let themselves mourn.

That day would come long after you'd mourned for them. Probably not too long after you'd start to mourn with them.

But that day was nowhere close to right now. Right now you'd finish your pasta and use the two hours left before sunrise to make out with them.

You promised yourself at least once every week that you'd talk about these moments forever.

No matter how much it may hurt to talk about.

[sodiumlamp]

Lower Decks

I'm not gonna liveblog Lower Decks because I only liveblogged Picard to maintain my sanity as I endured it. It was more of a defense mechanism than a plan. The only reason I bring up LD is because I wanted to end the Picard thing on a more positive note. Lower Decks is a much better show, and I dare say watching Picard first made me enjoy the experience even more.

It's a comedic take on Star Trek, and the show could be forgiven for playing fast and loose with the premise, but it doesn't. Lower Decks feels like a very authentic Star Trek expereince, but it just has a comedic flavor to it.

It also does a whole lot of callbacks to old Star Trek lore. The difference is that LD isn't depending on the viewer to get all the callbacks. If you don't notice or recognize Spock Two's skeleton hanging in that display room on the collector's ship, it doesn't matter, because the plot doesn't hinge on it. LD also doesn't pull the Picard trick of making callbacks as an end unto itself, like Adam Soong holding a folder entitled "PROJECT KHAN" and nothing happens. Lower Decks has some running subplots, but it's very clear to its audience about which moments are clues and which moments are fun easter eggs.

Most critically, Lower Decks maintains the optimism of the classic 20th Century Star Trek shows. You watch an episode, and things usually work out by the end of it. More importantly, when people lose faith in the world they live in, there's some moment where that faith is restored. Starfleet stands for something and it's not just empty slogans or cynical public relations. It's not all sunshine and rainbows, but there's a light at the end of the tunnel and the characters generally find it. Except for Peanut Hamper. Fuck you, Peanut Hamper.

The fundamental conflict in the show is that these are all good people who strive to be better, to do better, and they tend to get in each other's way as they try to improve. Mariner defies her superiors because they doesn't always know best, but sometimes her superiors do know best. Boimler (and other characters) crave promotion and recognition, but he sometimes has to take a step back and consider why he wants those things. There's an episode where he joins a group of ambitious ensigns and they practice making inspiring leadership speeches, but he eventually realizes that it's a skill he can't use in the here and now. "We have to inspire the crew!" "We are the crew!"

The show demonstrates just how badly Picard fumbled the ball with its "everything sucks now" philosophy. In theory, you can do a utopia-gone-wrong story with Star Trek, but there needs to be a clear understanding of what went wrong and how it gets fixed. You can't just make a Star Trek story that flat out repudiates the optimistic future. You can just have the characters say "Whoops, that never worked!" That'd be like Batman deciding that crime is actually pretty cool. Shows like Picard try to convince the audience that the only way to tell a story is to break everything and make it miserable. Lower Decks proves that's a lie told by lazy showrunners who only know how to pull one lever.

Part of the problem, I think, is that these studios keep trying to do big events, relying on spectacle over storytelling. That's why Picard Season 2 had to climax with Picard's mother hanging herself. It has to be this big provocative moment, regardless of whether it makes sense or fits the characters. Picard has prophetic dreams of Data, the exploding girl looks just like the one from the old painting, it was the Borg the whole time, and by golly there sure are a lot of decapitations in this show.

By contrast, one of the most powerful moments on Lower Decks is when Captain Freeman finally gets fed up with Mariner and has her transferred to Starbase 80. It's not a big, apocalyptic moment that will Change The Marvel Universe Forever™, but it's effective, because the show took the time to establish that Starbase 80 is the worst assignment in Starfleet, and it's the one punishment Mariner takes seriously, and Freeman must be really upset if she's decided to take it that far. And then later, she regrets her decision, and when things work out in the end, their reconciliation is that much more satisfying. It just works. Not everything has to be a swordfight in a Borg Cube, for crying out loud.

I haven't watched Season 4 yet, but I'm really looking forward to seeing the new Vulcan character, T'Lyn on the show. Now we have two blueshirts in the cast. And they're not doctors or nurses! Nothing against doctors or nurses, but there's a severe lack of science division characters in Star Trek, and that screenshot of two of them doing something involving hydrogen samples is more exciting than a hundred Jack Crushers. I hope they do a whole episode about hydrogen samples. That would kick ass.

[purble-gaymer]

Could you... share some of your GalactaDad head-canons, perhaps? We're not a large club.

yes!! i have a handful of ideas about these guys. my thoughts on the anime are a lot more fleshed out than my thoughts on the games, but i'll talk about both of them here

update this got really long so to spare everyone the pain of scrolling past:

so within the universe of the show, galacta knight was released from his crystal by nightmare and hired at NME. this is just capitalizing on the 'greatest warrior in the galaxy' thing; if you've got the most powerful warrior on your side, nothing really stands a chance. nightmare knows astrals are very powerful creatures, and after a while he manages to get ahold of meta knight as an infant. he gives him to gk to raise and later train.

since meta knight is less than useless at this age, gk is stuck with him for a while. he only has him for about a decade (10 years ages an astral the same amount as roughly 1 year for a human) before nightmare decides to take matters into his own hands. young astrals are little rays of sunshine that are meant to spread positivity and someday protect the galaxy, there's no way mk is going to agree to fight for nightmare if another astral is raising him as intended. nightmare separates him from gk for a while (like 25-30 years) to sort of instill his own philosophies in him. mk returns as his stoic, quiet self, supposedly influenced to be part of nightmare's army.

(also unrelated recent hc update of mine is nightmare named him andromeda?? can i say that?? like. you guys see the galaxy connection obviously but also like meda/meta and then galacta knight inspiring meta knight can i make this real???)

the problem then is that meta knight is still very young and can't possibly fight as nightmare wants him to. gk tries to convince nightmare of this while also attempting to train mk, but both to no avail. gk eventually plans to escape with mk, nightmare catches him and puts him back in the crystal. mk is left with NME for about another decade before he runs away and is found by the GSA.

i have some other things that happen between this and nightmare's eventual defeat, but this post is already getting way too long so i'll spare you the details this time.

for the games, my ideas are a lot less clear, which is partially because galacta knight doesn't have much (or any) canon lore, and because my interest has been mostly focused on the show over the past year. i have had a few things come up recently, though:

gk finds mk somewhere on another planet while he's scouting for a mission. he's afraid to bring him back to halcandra because he doesn't want to ancients to raise him to be a weapon like they did with gk. he comes back to the planet pretty often to hang out with the kid and bring him things, generally help him out because he's stuck here alone.

it gets pretty blurry here, something something the ancients know about mk and are also trying to seal gk away, gk gives mk a warp star and sends him away so he'll be safe. i have plenty of thoughts about the warp star that are completely irrelevant to this, and mk wanders the galaxy until just before the events of adventure, where he gets to dreamland and meets the rest of the meta-knights.

i'd like to think he still fought with gk at some point down the line, be it for the actual reason of facing the greatest warrior, or he was trying to find him, whether or not he recognized him, etc. maybe gk gets freed eventually, that'd be cool. but right now my thoughts on the game universe sorta end there.

those are my crazy ramblings about backstory which. i realize probably isn't exactly what you were expecting? but i've wanted to write them down for a while to be honest. i hope we get some more info about galacta knight in the future, canon or not, cause i'd love to expand on or change my game-universe theories. animeverse is pretty solid, though, big fan of that one.

thanks for reading all this if you did! my bad lol

[slashingdisneypasta]

Ok ok, taking inspiration from your horror carnival idea, I thought a bit of how Disney villains would be in a carnival.

The magical villains can be the magical acts. Fortune telling, magicians, you name it they got it. Maybe even trying to one up each other (I definitely want to see Jafar and Mal go against each other. Dragon VS giant snake).

The hunter gang could be like animal tamers (good luck with that when they have to deal with Scar or Shere Khan). And Gaston definitely is doing the strongman work on the side.

Other villains who happen to just be, mostly, regular people, like Cruella and Sykes, or the twist villains like Hans and Ernesto, could promote the carnival with their fame and money. Maybe Hades as well since I guess godhood technically counts as royalty?

Yzma and the Evil Queen SOMEHOW wound up being in charge of the food, as well as their performances. I wouldn't advise eating the candy apples or drinking the drinks. Fortunately Silver is the head chef too so he can double check the food before it goes out.

Frollo is that one manager that nobody likes. If there's one thing they all can agree on, is that Frollo is a dick.

The weasels (not just the TP, but we're focusing on them now) and villain sidekicks can be the stagehands. They make sure everything runs smoothly behind stage. They have to know SOMETHING about this stuff if the villains trust them all to help them with their plans (dear God, imagine Greasy trying to sneak in the woman's dressing room as a stagehand. Frollo would not be pleased).

That's all I could think of for now. What do you think? Do you think this carnival has potential or will it fall apart? XD

I LOVE THIS IDEA!! All of this is just-

You know the circus is in town when you see Chernabog hanging over the whole damn town 😅😅😅 Just follow the giant winged satan and you'll find it XD

Imagine at shows Hades sits in a big throne (A sort of seat of honour I guess) and he releases a lotta smoke when the show is about to start- just hyping everyone up and giving the acts something cool to come creeping out of. Like you notice the show is about to begin when you see the glowing red eyes of Jafar's staff coming out from all the smoke in the middle of the arena, the mystical green light emitted from between Mal's fingers, and then big, fat, slightly terrifying tentacles start to creep out from the smoke, too.

Hades sucks up all the smoke again back into his body and everyone watching knows the show has begun.

Ohhhhhh! I love the thought of thr hunters gang being animal tamers!! Especially with Scar and Shere Khan (And Zira? Oh!! And Brutus and Nero!) being the animals XDD Goodluck to them. That'd be a good show to see! XD

Oh!! "Come and see the Pure Paragon- Sir Gaston! He can tear a log in two! He can lift 10 men! He can fight a Wildebeast! How does he do it? We dont dare ask... Come see for yourself!" Gaston would love the attention.

I loveeee the idea of the high profile villains promoting the carnival!! That's oddly wholesome and it makes my heart warmm! Like Cruella could have pamphlets made and tucked into the clothes she sells or set on the seats at her fashion shows, Ernesto might do something super extra by having thousands of the pamphlets dropped on the audience at the end of a show ("Be sure to visit 'La Casa de las Voces'!- that is my tent! I hope to see you all there, mi familia!"), Hans using his prince-hood (?) to make sure the carnival gets to set up camp in primo positions in cities, Frollo announcing the Carnival's arrival to town and having his guards wear the carnival's logo somehow (It is his circus after all! It has to do well), etc.

Imagine also Cruella creating costumes for the carnival!! Like she's not strictly apart of the carnival, she's not act or anything, but everyone knows she's the designer and fits in there just as easy as anyone else.

Oh thank goodness Silver is there too XDD I also love the idea of those 3 being a team! Like there's the older, matriarchal one- the unstable crazy one- and the one that talks the other two into not poisoning everyone XD

And!! The thought of all the sidekicks running around making sure the show goes smoothly even though they're kind of bumbling fools is so cute and fun XDD They're doing their best and most of the time it works out... but there are definitely moments where, like, the wrong rope gets cut or some animals are released too early because they growled at them and scared them 😅😅😅 Imagine Iago and Sir Hiss and Co-Stagehand Managers!! <3<3

Greasy get your creepy ass BACK to the stage, Ernesto the drama king is having a meltdown again and we need you to translate.

Ahhhhh, this is such a good idea, I love it!! I hope you didn't mind me adding 😅 You can ignore any or all of it if you want XDD I think they could make it work, as long as they all try to remember they are on the same team here. I REALLY WANT IT TO WORK.

[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

Bee x witch!reader

You've been a witch pretty much since you were old enough to walk and talk. Your mother had taught you everything she knew about it, and you quite enjoyed it. You loved making potions and learning new spells, as well. Ever since you moved out to the island you lived at now, you've been using your potion making skills to help whoever you can.

During a pretty normal day for you, you picking herbs and other things you needed for potions, you had met a girl named Bee. You could kinda tell that she wasn't exactly normal, but you weren't one to judge of course. You two talked a while, and the two of you became friends. You hang out quite often, and you know a lot about each other.

You were currently cleaning up your potion room, getting things ready to make another potion, but things were going to be different today. Bee was actually coming over to help you! She had asked if you would show her ever since you had told her that you were a witch, and now you were going to show her how.

You were brought back from your thoughts as you heard a knock at the door. "Y/n, it's me, Bee!" You chuckled a bit and went to the door, then opened it for your friend.

"Oh? No Puppycat today?"

"Nah, he said he had something else to do today." She shrugged in response, "I dunno. Anyways, let's do this!" The brunette walked into your house, you closed the door behind her and she followed you into your potion room, which you had set up beforehand.

"Fortunately I already collected everything yesterday, so all we have to do is get everything mixed up!"

"Oh hell yeah, let's do this!" You smiled faintly and went over to the cauldron.

"Alright, I've got everything together, now to just follow the instructions!" As much as you liked Bee, you were aware of her cooking skills, or rather lack there of. You put all the necessary items into the cauldron, and you figured you could let her stir it up since you didn't want her to feel left out or anything, considering you did agree to let her help.

"Hey, Y/n, how long have you been a witch?"

"I thought I told you this before.. but basically since I was old enough to talk and read! Plus.. i despise the fact that many people think witches are evil, which is not entirely true. Not all witches are evil."

"I'm sure there's many nice ones like you out there!"

"Of course! My mom was a nice witch, she liked to help people like I do."

"I'm sure she was awesome, since she did raise an awesome person like you!" You blushed a bit at her compliment.

"You really think so?"

"Of course I do! You're super cool and that's one of the many things I like about you!"

"You.. like me?"

"Well yeah, I do. You're really nice, helpful, and a badass witch!" You chuckled a bit at that.

"Why thank you, Bee."

"But I guess what I'm really trying to say is that I love you, Y/n."

"Wha- you do?" You were caught off guard with her sudden confession. You were just talking about your witch stuff, now you're confessing to each other??

"Well, Bee.. I love you, too."

"I'm glad you feel the same way." You then took the big spoon from her, as it was pretty much done being stirred.

"Alright, now to just let it sit for a few hours, then I can bottle it up. You can help if you'd like."

"That'd be great! Any chance to spend more time with you, is good with me."

"Alright, let's go do something else until then." Bee then grabbed your hand and the two of you went to the living room to watch some tv, you both making little jokes here and there about the show you were watching, and laughing away until it was time to bottle up the potion you two created.

"Hey. Thanks for letting me hang out and help you with this, Y/n."

"It's not a problem, Bee." You smiled and finished bottling up the potion.

"If you'd like, you can stay the night here and have a sleepover?"

"Oh hell yeah!" You went back to the living room with her following behind you. You two spent the rest of the evening watching tv/movies after you ate dinner, until you both eventually fell asleep, happy to have spent the day together.

[ginza-division]

Oki's Thoughts on Suginami Division

Ryuko Umemoto

"Ha, Ryuko. Yeah, I know him. He's probably one of the few fucking friends (and I use that term loosely), that I have left from my past life. We met each other about a year before C H A R O N broke up. I was just in a mood because the turnout wasn't what I was expecting. So, I was walking down a street, and my shoulder came into contact with someone else. I told the guy to watch where the hell he was going. Normally, that'd be enough to make someone get the message to not fuck with me, but this guy was different."

"He looked me in the eye and told me to repeat what I just said, so I did. Next thing I know, the two of us are exchanging blows with each other. We were all bloody and bruised, but neither of us wanted to call it quits. But before we continue the fight, we were both in handcuffs. I guess some snitch called the police on us. Thankfully, they only held us for a night so we could cool off. They did make us share a cell, though."

"We wanted to continue our fight but we both were just exhausted and not in the mood. Getting arrested had killed off what aggression the two of us had left. We just sat there in the cell, staring at each other. I don't know who uttered the first word, but before we both knew it, we just started talking about our lives and such. When we finally got let out in the morning, we looked at each other and just left without a word. I met him the week after, and despite some suspicion, we got on well with each other."

"I now count the guy as my friend since we're so similar. I know they say 'opposites attract' and shit, but I guess people of the same can be attracted to each other too. Now, we often meet once or twice a month and just talk about shit, have a practice fight, and just shoot the fucking breeze. Like I said, Ryuko's a good guy. And fuck anyone who says otherwise."

Maki Umemoto

"When Ryuko introduced me to the guy who was his older brother, I was expecting a larger and older version of him. I... wasn't entirely wrong. The guy was big, maybe an inch or so taller than me. But besides that, the two had little in common, save their appearance. Apparently, Maki makes his living as a teacher or some shit. Bah, I put up enough with teachers back in high school. That's why I refused to go to college. More aimless schooling and teachers telling me what to do? Fuck that shit."

"Anyway, at first I thought the guy was a chickenshit, but he surprisingly knows how to hold his own, both in and out of a fight. He seems cold, but apparently warms up to people who get in his circle. He seems alright. I like him a lot less than Ryuko, but yeah, he's alright for a teacher."

Shuu Edogawa

"Argh, this guy reminds me of that fuckin' stylist from Shibuya! ...What's his name again? ...Oh yeah! easy R, or some shit like that. I swear, if you put him and this guy together, I swear they could be fucking twins or something! But anyway, this guy is apparently some investigator, which is just a fancy word for a 'cop'. I have to admit, I didn't think Ryuko would be hanging around a fuckin' pig, but apparently, the guy focuses more on marital relationships and such. I don't really get it, but as long as he doesn't try and slap some fuckin' handcuffs on me, we'll have nothing to worry about."

山茶花 Zombeez

"'Sazanka Zombeez'? ...Damn Ryuko, you sure do like going over the top, huh? But whatevs. I have to admit, he put together a good team, comprising of himself, his brother, and that... pig. I don't know just how tough they'll be, but I'm definitely looking forward to facing them in this tournament. We'll see if your rapping skills are as good as your fighting ones, Mr. Z.B.!"

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

Oooohh, now I want to ask after your last Gus post--what accessories would you give different cats if the show let them have more props?

I don't necessarily think all the cats need props, persay (though it’d be cute if, say, Jemima had the little spikey bracelets or the psychic twins did some crystal ball juggling/passing and had bells around their necks or cats like Etcetera had big floppy bows) , but the song ones having costume props (not necessarily set props because that gets relied on way too heavily - the revival shows shades of that) would be a lot of fun. Heck a lot of older and non-replica productions *do* give them a solid prop here or there to play around with or add even more personality to their looks - that's fun in itself!

I'd love for Tugger to go even further into the 80s hair band/glam metal meets Elvis Presley meets Mick Jagger type angle - a band on the upper arm of some kind (either chained or another bandana - mirroring his leg bandana on the other side), the larger rings on his hands (pinky ones at least), stud the boots or keep the hush puppies/creepers, and keep the "T" some costume iterations have on his collar but hang it down lower, if that makes sense, to mimic the "choker long necklace" combo with his collar (like the TCB necklace). If they could get a ring on the tail without it becoming a harzard or overweighing it, that'd look really cool (they could with rope tails for certain). The double hoop earing sewn into one ear on the wig would be great (the dangled one that was more popular wouldn't quite work but the George Michael earring on Tugger would be ace). I also would love a pair of disposable sunglasses for him to enter in and play around with; toss them off stage after he gives his initial "If you offer me pheasant..." or "If you set me on a rat then I'd rather chase a mouse". I'm always partial to the leather jacket but I think his costume already shows enough shades of that with the way his ruff is put on - maybe put some rhinestones on a separate song ruff right down where the zipper would be just for some pizazz.

I'm already a big proponent of giving Skimble the Oxford glasses, and give him an *actual* pocket watch attached to that chain in his vest. Also the movie giving him a little whistle was great and should be transferred on stage too! The slender whistle hanging just under his bell would give another interesting shape to his shirt front. Give him that little telling silver flask on his hip - and a tea cup is already mimed but a real one would be cute if they could time it well!

Jellylorum could have a little knitted shawl ala the Italian tour; a little conductor baton (Munk having a little conductor baton or a pocket watch would *also* be very cute). Let Asparagus keep Gus' little red song scarf over his ruff for a wink wink nudge nudge. Gus and Old Deuteronomy should both have their little walking sticks because they canonically need them (make them different to illustrate a difference between them as individual characters - Deuteronomy's being more organic - almost like an ancient looking tree - and Gus' being straighter and more "modern" looking, having been used as a teaching tool first and foremost before it became an aid). And I'd love for them to give Gus the little spectacles as well (or even mirror the Bustopher Jones and G***ltiger counterpart and just give him the left eye monocle) just because glasses actors would have a field day with that one. The Yorik skull from the animated film concept art is extremely on the nose, but that'd be a lot of fun too - giving him something to reminisce with *and* echo something sad as well.

Jenny needs her bow back and maybe a knitted bag to keep her little things in. Jenny's a busy hand type of person; keep that needlepoint and knitting and card deck in there and when she'd idle for long periods have her whip those out). Giving *her* a little silver whistle on a chain (in army style) too seems very appropriate. Tuck it under the pink bow - maybe give her something echoing a military ranking or insignia in place of a collar tag (considering we couldn't put it in the usual places without it looking off). Give a nice little contrast in visible personality. I also would love for her to wear a little hat ala her Gumbie cat costume; just something small in those shades to echo throughout. OR or have her wear Bustopher's flower tucked behind one of her ears the rest of the show - pin in on in a quick change during Mungo and Teazer's number.

Mistoffelees should go back to his OG Japanese counterpart and have tricks up his sleeves - literally. Give him the scarves and the baton "magic wand" that turns into flowers - a baton twirling Misto always works, idc what anyone says. Stage managers probably hate this one, but bring back the tossing/blowing confetti/glitter from his palms (and keep the white palmed black gloves attached to the suit). A slightly floppier black bowtie he can actually grab and adjust like the little smarty he is. Just something fun and flashy that he can do before he gets into the meat of his solo to warm the audience up.

I think boas during the Macavity number are *also* great little touches. Give Demeter and Bomba those more often. Teazer should keep her pearls throughout (pin them to the unitard so they don’t swing around and hurt anyone). Just little small things here and there.

[ificouldhelpyouforget]

[27] Work to Do—BONUS (Tim Riggins x OFC)

MASTERLIST | DWHI MASTERLIST

Warnings: none

Words: 1.9k

I went with Tim and Skeeter to the property where the frame of the house sat on the hill. It didn't look like much in the setting sun. But it stood as a warm reminder of the future; a hint of what was to come.

A rare Texas snow delayed Tim in January, but he started working with Billy as soon a clear, warm day came along. I didn't get to help much once the semester began, which Tim was incredibly understanding. He invited me to sit nearby and study anyway, which I took the offer every time.

Tim tugged me toward him after he parked near the house. His lips attached to mine shortly before he let me and Skeeter out of the truck. He went to the trunk and pulled out a bag. His eyes were brighter in the soft sunlight.

"Where ya thinkin' of settin' it up?" I grabbed another bag out of the truck bed. It was heavier than I initially thought. I readjusted it in my arms.

He kissed my forehead and pulled me behind him. Tim led me up the porch steps into the wood maze. He brought me into a big room – the one we deemed the bedroom – and set his bag down. "Might as well set up in the room we'll be spendin' a lot of time in," he said, pulling me close.

I nodded. My face was warm and my insides danced. I could feel Tim's underlying meaning post-wedding. Tim Riggins liked sex, but I didn't expect him to want it more when kids came up in discussion. He turned me to goo each time he mentioned it. It was like the ring on my finger flipped a switch.

Tim started pulling the tent out of its bag, laying the pieces out as he'd need them. I worked on airing up the tiny mattress I carried wondering how one of us would fit on it let alone two.

Tim and I met stares long enough to smile. I loved him so much.

Skeeter zoomed around the house while we set up our sleeping quarters for the night. He eventually tired out and laid on the porch. He watched us work, perking his ears up when I giggled.

Tim was lying in the tent, his boots hanging out of the entrance. He angled himself diagonally across the tent and grinned when he fit.

"You're just too tall, Riggins." I motioned for him to get out so I could put the blow-up mattress in. "You're gonna barely fit on this."

He wrapped me up in his arms and tilted my head up to kiss me. "I don't care 'cause I'm sharin' with the prettiest girl around."

I hummed against his lips and climbed into the tent. "I guess we outta get to bed, huh?"

Tim chuckled. "It's not even 7, Cat. But if you've got another suggestion in mind, I'd love to hear it."

"Not sure how well that'll work in this tiny thing." I ran my fingers along the fabric. "But I'm all right with tryin'." I laid down on my side, propping my head on my hand. My tongue passed through my lips and I giggled.

Tim crawled into the ten, lying down in front of me. The mattress prevented us from having any space between us – not that we minded. Tim grabbed my hip and pulled me flush against him. I grinned.

Our lips touched gently, Tim's hand moving into my hair. I smiled against his lips. He pulled away to kiss my forehead and then wrapped me up in a hug. I nuzzled my face against his shoulder.

"You pick a day yet?" Tim asked, kissing the side of my head.

"I know I don't wanna wait until I graduate," I said, looking at his face. "That'd be too far away."

"You realize we already live like we're married."

"Well, yeah." I tapped his ring finger. "But we'll have visual and legal proof we're together."

Tim grinned and cupped the side of my face. A soft "yeah" left his lips before he kissed my nose.

"Fall would be nice," I said. "Before Halloween maybe. Or after." I fiddled with the top button of Tim's shirt. "That's less than a year away and fall is always pretty. It might be cool enough by then, so the leaves will be changin'."

"Whatever ya want, Barton. It's your wedding."

"Our wedding, Tim. I know they say it's the bride's day, but it takes two to get married. I want you involved in the decisions. You deserve input."

"All right." He ran his finger down my arm. "I don't want somethin' like Billy and Mindy's wedding."

"Okay. I don't mind avoidin' that. Somethin' small and simple is nice." I kissed him. "Anything else you want?"

"You."

"Cute," I said, brushing his hair behind his ear. "As long as you're there, I will be, too."

"Good." Tim rolled me onto my back as he kissed me, successfully rolling both of us off the air mattress.

I laughed when the tent shifted with us. Tim kicked one of the poles and it fell over us. We both laughed as we found our way out of the mess.

"Should have brought a bigger tent," he said, fixing his hair. He combed through my hair, too. "Let me get it set up again."

I kissed him before untangling myself from the tent. I sat next to Skeeter and watched Tim fix it. A grin settled on my face as he walked over once it was set up again.

He sat down and wrapped his arms around my waist. "I love you."

"I love you," I replied, leaning my head on his shoulder.

The sun was no longer visible above the horizon, but there was a touch of light keeping the sky a gentle shade of pink. A few stars were in the sky. It was beautiful to be in that moment, in the calm of the dusk.

*****

A car door slammed, stirring me from my sleep. I snuggled closer to Tim and groaned when I heard the familiar sound of Billy's voice. He was speaking to someone else.

"Hey, Timmy!"

Tim sighed and struggled to wake up. He poked his head out of the tent door. My eyes lingered on the sunlight stretching across his bare shoulders.

"Didn't expect to see you here, Six," Tim said.

I poked my head out over Tim's shoulder. "Well, hello there, Jason Street."

He smiled at me. "I hear you're gonna marry this dummy."

I kissed the side of Tim's head. "Yeah." My smile was wide as I gazed at Tim. "I'm gonna marry him."

"It's about time someone made an honest man out of him," Jason said.

Billy nodded toward us. "Y'all get dressed so we can get to work."

"I am dressed," I said, tugging on the collar of Tim's shirt.

"If I know anything about you two, you're not."

I stuck my tongue out and winked before slipping back inside to slip on my jeans.

Tim zipped up the tent and sat on the mattress. He was still in his jeans from the day before – although left undone – but his torso was on display. He smirked when he caught me staring. "Too bad we've got company."

I tossed a t-shirt at him. "Too bad." I leaned close, almost kissing him but pulling away to climb out of the tent. 

I meandered over to Billy telling Jason about the house. Tim sauntered over soon after, buckling his belt as he did.

The four of us started working, finishing the framework for the first floor. Billy and Tim did the heavy lifting while Jason and I bolted the wood together.

"You gonna get this done before spring?" Jason asked. "It's supposed to rain a lot this year."

Tim brushed his hair back and studied the house. "I'll get close. If I keep workin' on it when I'm not at the bar, I'll only need to worry about the roof and some minor things."

"You're gonna work that much?"

Tim came up behind me and kissed the top of my head. "I've got help."

"And I'll make sure he gets plenty of sleep and eats well." I smiled at him.

"Yeah, I'm sure he eats real well," Billy teased with a raise of his eyebrows.

Tim pulled his brother into a headlock and told him not to talk like that around me. Billy shouted, failing to break away.

I giggled and leaned on the handle of Jason's chair. "What a guy."

"I bet Tim talks like that all the time, especially around you."

I shrugged. "You don't need to know, Street." I walked over to break up the brothers, pulling Tim away and giving him a chaste kiss. "Y'all better behave."

"Yeah, little brother."

I felt Tim flip off Billy when his hand went past my peripherals. I rolled my eyes and made Tim put his hand down. Turning around, I pointed at both of them. "You love each other. Y'all can fight when we're not buildin' a house. Let's all be kind."

"Brothers fight, Barton." Tim brought me back against his chest.

"I know y'all like to have little love fights, but we've got work to do."

The brothers muttered. Tim squeezed me a little.

Jason chuckled. "How do you do it, Cat?"

"The Riggins love me." I walked out of Tim's arms to pick up the nail gun. "They want to keep me happy."

"You bein' happy means Tim's happy," Billy said. "Tim keeps you happy so you'll go to bed with him."

"Dammit, Billy!"

I sighed when they started wrestling again. I looked at Jason. "Wanna grab lunch while they sort out their aggression?"

"Sounds great. Should we get them something?"

Tim had Billy pinned while Billy tried flipping them both over.

"Nah. I'll let Tim know where we pick and they can meet us later." I lead Jason to the makeshift ramp we made with extra wood. I glanced back at the house. "I'm glad they're play fighting again."

"How's Tim been since he got out?"

"You heard?"

"Billy updated me on the way over."

"Tim's gotten better since." I opened the door to Tim's truck and we worked together to get him in the seat. "He had a hard time when he first got out... said he was gonna leave for Alaska when he could. Tyra talked some sense into him. He cheered up after that."

Jason took my left hand and held it up. "Something tells me this had a part in helping Tim."

"Yeah, I think that's a good assumption."

"Congrats by the way."

"Thanks, Jason."

He let my hand go. "Tell me more about it on our way, 'kay?"

I saluted, shutting his door and climbing in on the driver's side. "Can ya text Tim for me? Let him know I'll call once we find a place to eat."

"Will do."

I put the truck in gear and we pulled off the property. The Riggins' goofy fight was long forgotten as we rode into town.

[frizz-writing]

Eddie x Fem!Reader

(Chap 1)

Warnings: None

Word count: 688

Summary: Eddie helps you create your first D&D character.

It's been a few weeks since you joined the Hellfire club. You still haven't learned how to play D&D, but Eddie's been dying for a chance to teach you. As you walk up today, Eddie's grinning from ear to ear as he watches you approach them. "We're starting a new campaign next week, y/n. You know what that means?" he says as you sit down. You raise an eyebrow "What's it mean, Eddie?" you ask. He places both hands flat on the table and leans forward still wearing a grin, "It meeaans that you finally gotta learn because you are NOT missing out on this! How about you come over after school and I'll teach you some stuff? I've got tons of shit you can use." You nod and smile,"I'd love to." you say happily. Eddie claps and sits back, "Hell yeah! That's what I hoped you'd say."

After all your classes are done, you and Eddie walk out of school together. "So which one's yours?" he says while scanning the parking lot. "Oh, I don't have a license yet. I live around the corner so I just walk." you reply. He pulls his keys out of his pocket and jingles them. "Do you want a ride to my place then? That'd be one of hell of a walk." You accept his offer and open the passenger door while he frantically throws things to the back of his van. "Lemme just uh, move all this," he says then pats the seat after it's clean, "Okay hop in, promise I'll drive safe"

When you arrive to his trailer, Eddie opens the door and looks back at you , "Uh sorry it's not, y'know, the cleanest. I promise there's no like bugs or anything though. Um, follow me, my room's back here." You follow him into the trailer and turn right into his bedroom. As he walks in, he kisses his hand and gently touches the side of his guitar hanging on the wall. He turns his head to look at you, "Isn't she pretty?" he asks with a smile. "Yeah, she's beautiful," you say with a chuckle, "Can I hear you play?" Eddie's eyes get big with excitement for a second, "Yeah, we've got enough time for a quick solo," he takes the guitar down and sits on his bed. "Any requests? Preferably rock or metal." He says, gesturing at all the posters on his wall. "How about... Black Sabbath?" You ask after thinking for a second. Eddie raises his eyebrows in disbelief and tilts his head towards you, "You, yoouu, listen to Black Sabbath?!" "Yeah, something wrong with that?" you ask with a smirk. He looks down, "Oh uh.. no, nothing wrong. I, uh, I think that's really cool... actually." He says with a nervous chuckle.

Eddie looks back up at you with a smile."Okay here we go." He furrows his brow and bites his bottom lip while he plays the guitar solo from War Pigs, totally concentrated on playing it perfectly. "Soooo what'd ya thiiiink?" he asks nervously. "War Pigs, that was great!" you exclaim, watching him as he hangs the guitar back on the wall. He looks back with a smile so wide that you can see his eyes shining. "A girl after my own heart," he grabs my heart and fake swoons then continues, "You should come to a practice sometime. I'd love to have you there for, y'know, moral support." he says with a grin. "Now let's see about those books." he says as he crouches in front of a cabinet. He digs through it for a while before pulling something out. "Heeeere we go," he says as he throws the book onto the bed, "Let's get started."

"Okay, describe your ideal character and I'll help you with specifics," Eddie says while excitedly bouncing his leg.

"A brawler, strong and tough, but lovable." (Coming soon)

"Smart, stealthy, and agile with a deep understanding of nature."

"A peacekeeper, diffusing conflict when I can and raising my team to their full potential in battle." (Coming soon)

"Jack of all trades. Well-rounded, dabbling in a little of everything." (Coming soon)

[the-firebird69]

Bob Iger's Upsetting Walt Disney World Announcement Sends Shockwaves Across Central Florida - Inside the Magic

Those guys are morons he wants to shut it down to make sure he hangs on to the castle and you can't stand the max plan so he's using it as a threat as the next planned when our son and a lower sun is into our sun is into doing our job isn't necessarily light going on and he knows he had something to do with it but these people are a bunch of rude pieces of poop but this doesn't work and that he and she thanked Trump for pointing himself out with this massively idiotic article which points himself out. And is made enemies with Central Florida and yeah they hate him they want him out. There are several other things happening but this kind of announcement needs to be paid attention to he's trying to close the park down and we want him out out of the park and he's the idiot who made Disney its own town and stuff I didn't do anything right and lost that to DeSantis and is trying to contaminate meals ruin people's stays and hurt people on the site all the time and there are fights up there between his staff and people and his staff get brutally beaten. Because of this in the uniform it took a look at Sears and the two idiots introduced themselves one at a time by the way that's working there and try to make it look like Sears did it when they don't like the company because Dave founded it and survived as a Jewish guy. Now they want Dave back and the sick of watching this f****** puke and that's what they call him they're tired of seeing this idiots and they want them all dead because of these two morons and they're way. They're playing to nail you today ironically enough we are too and we wait and we do it after usually for something different. So it took a look at Sears and we were wiping out the people around it cuz we've seen you mean. And the match started doing it cuz I heard it. That led to the toilet paper issue and we found you hoarding toilet paper and we know you use it for you're making it into a pulp to make crude devices and Dave Dan you're a cool as f*** clueless is f****** and dumb as s*** and yeah smart people know about dumb people methods and it's actually very funny look at these big assholes there's two ass wipes and they're stupid toilet paper collection. We don't know if you know what to do with it and now sun says I think they're going to try and jam it up their ass look at tampon cuz I'll probably keep s******* it out he's right too you suck at this Trump keeps stopping you because you have robots those are going away now and we think your time is at hand and in a month you'll be gone and the toilet paper is an indicator and the stupid toilet paper here in this dumb apartment is also a given away. You know your training for but you just we just can't find any even though I'm scanning is better than George's and will and Bill but you have no proof of that or that we exist so you can do whatever and we need that believe it or not it's very much needed

And yeah Trump is the one running Disney so he starts blabbing saying all sorts of dumb things and he doesn't know if he's talking about the truth or not and he ends up dead later and it's really not his simpletons but okay and we're working on stuff and this morning we heard him make a peep about Brad and trying to drag him out in warrior format and Brad checks it out and started sticking these pigs that are stuck and said don't die on me I need to make an example out of you really her son says boy that sounds like Brad and then right Lily and Lily says it does sound like him and he's right on the money he's right as rain as usual we're going to keep it simple and straight they got us into this fight we're going to get out of it. Jason says yeah you're right this guy sucks Trump has to go and he screwed up Disney and when are they taking it over someone has to and that'd be nice idea it'll be tons of money merchandise and can come out of there out of the surrounding area rather than nothing we are being taken over right now though would be a little odd with all these Minnie mouse taking over the place but Lily loves the place and I talked about it and I'm not sure how to do it.. that was Jason and Lily and they're talking about taking over Walt Disneyland and you'd have to take over all of Disney and there's nobody really poised to do it except to us and we want to so we're going to look into it in a serious way because the place needs to be fixed upgraded and okay the pseudo empire is to do it and they know how it works Mac is wanting to be in the castle all right so we understand their method no sun would be moving around in houses and Mac would be telling him and I could think he is in the house that goes to Disney or our son is and in fact or become the Disney Castle castles actually and yeah that's a little small to be two castles but the castles together or not that big so he'll be running around thinking he's inside it and he does check that stuff and he might be that's what we say and that's actually the bad part so he says it's going to be for a long time and her son says they want to install a Superman curse and things like that but it was originally in my castle in Hera's and I'm saying that Hera that we did have it built now we built it and it's ours that's why it's cursed. So she's having a little fun with him but that's why and they're going to be tooting around in it getting the s*** kicked out of them but they're happy when they're inside these things and the others will find the other houses

Thor Freya

Olympus

[muggycuphead]

weird flex but ok i guess pt.26

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War… Hold up, do we really need a warning for this one? Dunno, but however, watch out for slightly disturbing and kinda…disgusting imagery, trypophobic patterns, as well as ‘necrotic’ (and dark themed) designs I made while having funky fever bc o h m y g o d do I get a little crazier every new quarantine day (and at this point it’s coming to be an usual thing for me, big sad). However, most are made no other than for the sole sake of satire, so y’know, no need to get your underwear in a twist

Friday Night Funkin’ BoyFriend’s Hood – AU fanconcept sketches [XXIII]

EDIT 26/10/2023: Updated the drawing with a rescanned, more clean version

1.- Her first invitation

"..."

"(Psst!) (Hey! You there?)"

"(awaken)....? Huh?"

...

"G? What are you doing here?"

"Just came to invite you to hang out tonight, wanna come?"

"...What? At this time?"

"Yeah, why?"

"....It's literally midnight"

"And what's the matter about that? If anything, it's more fun this way. Just come along, promise we'll come back in due time"

"....Just hold on a sec"

...

"(turns to Broddy) Yo, Imma gonna go out for a while with G over here"

"....yeah, heard you guys talking 'bout it. Ya can go, you got my permission (wink)"

"What the- Broddy?!"

"Hey, let Lil B have some fun, he's a clever rascal after all. Besides, he's going off with someone he trusts, what's the worse that'd happen?"

"....fine, just be careful out there, alright boy?"

"(thumbs up)"

"(turns back to GF) Alright, I'm going with ya, just let me dress myself up and bring some stuff along"

"Cool, I'll be waiting"

A shadowing practice sketch w/ graphite variants+perspectives, bitch

2.-Gotcha!

"Alright! Uhm..."

"What is it now?"

"....how do I get down? The front door is locked, and I can't risk opening it"

"Simple, just drop off the window"

"W-What?!"

"Don't worry, I'll catch ya"

"....Y-you sure?"

"(arms spread forward) As long as you trust me"

"(tighten nerves) Alright, here I go..."

(yipe!)

(grab!)

"Gotcha!"

"Aah! (grabs onto GF)"

(...too close)

"Ah! Sorry, got a little nervous there, hehe"

"Yeah, can see so, heh"

Same with the previous one, but it's charcoal this time

Let's be fair, he was justified to be afraid there

A fall that high can turn your bones into crumbs with no hesitation

3.-Friday Midnight Escapade

"So, what'd ya wanna do first B?"

"Dunno, what're your suggestions?"

"Hm, well -there's a 24-hour store around here, I heard they got some good snacks for sale"

"Awesome! Let's go get some!"

Sanguine with graphite, probably the best of the whole bunch here

Also, from beyond this point, the rest of events (except for the firs two) sort of happen on different Fridays, hence why their clothes and GF's haircuts look different in some of them

4.-Not fresh enough

"Hm, what should we get...?"

"(points at one of the chip bags) How about this one? Looks kinda interesting"

"(face twitches in disgust) Eugh, you sure you want those?"

"Uh, yeah? Why?"

"Their smell tell me otherwise about their taste..."

"....You're kidding, right?"

"(takes one of the bags and puts it close to GF -gently might I add) Take a sniff, then come back to me"

"(sniffs and notices the odd scent from the bag) ...Oof, yeah, that's...definitely not appetizing at all"

"Bet it's made of brussel sprouts, yuck"

"Don't think so, let's just get something else"

BF showing off his strong smelling senses to GF for the sake of saving their tastepads from an unpleasant fate

And yea I headcanonize he hates brussels sprouts, fight me vegans (?)

5.-Nice shot!

"Damn, nice one!"

"Heh, thanks! Been practicing enough"

"Yeah, seem so. Here, let's see if you catch as good as you shoot! (throws B a cookie from the bag baseball pitcher style)"

"(catches it on his mouth, then falls on his back, uninjured) Got it!"

"(laughs) Hey, mind if I try it too?"

"Uh? Oh- Sure! Do you want me to teach ya on it?"

"Nah, can do it myself (takes the sling and aims towards a glass bottle) Now, focus and"

(shoot)

(bottle falls off and lands onto someone down there)

"Ouch! What the-?!"

"Oh shoot"

"Ah, guess we're good for tonight. Let's get outta here!"

"Yeah, sounds like a plan"

Lol

6.-Premonitive scenario??

They vibin on the dumpster yo

Silver pan as a hat, crazy dave style

He got the rhymes, she brings the rhythm

Funkin' together, at a late Friday Night

I'm sorry

7.-Oh shit, it's a rat

BF became the dog whisperer there lol

Not really a surprise though, he owned a dog before, so he knows what to do...kinda

Still, quite some balls of steel for such a little kid

8.-Healing fire

(While escaping from the dog's garden, BF wounds his knee, and despite running for a few inches, he starts to waddle, with GF noticing)

"Woah, you okay there?"

"Uh? Oh y-yeah, it's nothing, just...resting a little, y'know?"

"Uh-huh, and it's not like that rip on your pants' fabric has something to do with it, does it?"

"....maybe"

(both sit down)

"Lemme see how bad it is"

"(roll his pant up) What are you gonna do?"

"I'll try to close the wound with my fire, just gonna ask you to hold in as much as you can"

"....Okay"

(G puts her hand over BF's wound and starts 'burning' it)

"Agh...!"

"Hold in there, it won't last for too long"

Yeah she can heal physical damages through heat, now stfu

9.-Visiting the local skatepark

I originally wanted to draw GF on a bike -or at least sort of- but I just can't tell at this point so I'll let you guys guess if that's so or if it looks more like she's on a monoskate(?)

Also, guess you can tell what's that side of the park's theme about if you were at the right time and place ;)

10.-Highgrounds experience

"Hehe, first time on the air, I see?"

"Ahah, yeah, pretty much. The view from here's kinda cool though, I can even see my family's workshop from here!"

"Love to see you actually like it <3"

Hashtage DefectDemonThingz amirite-

11.-Sharing the Moonlight

(BF and GF staring at the moon, until BF yawns all of a sudden)

"Yo, tired already?"

"(sleepy) Yeah...been having lotsa fun tonight with ya...but guess the sandman magic's finally getting to me"

"(holds BF close) Don't worry, you can go on and drop yourself off; I'll take you home in a while, promise"

"(starts to fall asleep) Thanks, G...you're the best... (rests on G's shoulder)"

"(smiles and puts her head carefully above his) ...Anytime, my little hood boy..."

Wholesome af

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