#like you laugh obviously because it IS funny but it's not mean-spirited in the way so many things are

[scribefindegil]

i feel like mp100 is one of the few anime (and shows in general tbh) that lets weird girls be weird and i appreciate that

YESSSSSS!! I love how weird the girls get to be! They're not cute or quirky in that smoothed-over, palatable way a lot of supposed-to-be-weird characters end up being; they know what they want and they're going to be absolutely deranged about it. And it's that very specific brand of middle school weirdness, too, where they're leaning into it extra hard because they can see all these important responsibilities looming on the horizon and soon they won't have time to look for aliens or bully their friend into being the figurehead of their pet cult!

I love how when Mezato gets introduced you get like five minutes of going "okay, she's the Plucky Girl Reporter, I know this archetype" but NO! Actually she is so much weirder than that! She wants to start a cult for fun! And she wants it to be a good cult, so she's swanning around ineffectually trying to teach Mob leadership skills while leading the entire Psycho Helmet Religion on talking about how she'll produce their founder really soon, okay, she promises!

And Tome! She's loud and brash and kind of abrasive and pretends to cry to get her way and doesn't take no for an answer--and her friends love her, and the narrative takes her emotions seriously, and she GETS TO MEET ALIENS, and everything about her is just SO good!

I just read the Reigen manga and I'm obsessed with how Tome starts high school and is like "I'm an adult now. I can only like boring things and I must befriend these boring people" and is MISERABLE, obviously, and then the second she gets these "boring" girls to let their guard down they turn out to be absolutely as weird and intense and obsessive as she is! She's been going around thinking they're normal and dull because they're better at masking than she is and then it turns out that one of them has a special interest in eating bugs! Amazing, fantastic, no notes.

ONE really said Weird Girl Rights with MP100 and I will be forever grateful.

[bitchimasnake-sss]

nsfw alphabet ft. monkey d. luffy!

set-up: no set up, just a collection of short nsfw drabbles featuring the most himboest himbo in town <;3

warning: nsfw themes (obviously 😭); mdni thankyouu <3

💟aftercare:

look, luffy sleeps in the middle of actual fights. there's no fucking way this man can stay up after y'all are done fucking (esp. if you've gone for a couple of rounds already). it's not too bad, since you get too tired too and he gives the best cuddles when he's passed out. just get used to getting the aftercare in the morning because that's when he checks up on you, get's you both some food (v.v. imp)

💟body part:

his favourite part of you: he is actually infatuated with every aspect of you but holy shit your tits??? he might actually be clinically obsessed with them. whenever you're cuddling, his hand finds your boobs (even if it's just to hold onto them lightly). he doesn't give a fuck about sizes and will 100% go on them for hours (i think it's his oral fixation lmaoo) his favourite part of himself: he loves his arms. other than the fact that they are one of his major weapons in any fights, he can see how you silently stare across his biceps when he's just helping around the deck. you always hold onto his arm when you're out in public too. he also loves when you get so pent up that you end up driving crescent cuts in his arms and shoulders as he fucks you.

💟 cum:

luffy's a nasty, messy man. do what you will with that info. he will cut off an arm and a leg just to finish anywhere on you whether it's inside, on your face or on your chest. just knowing that some essence of him remains on you drives him feral.

💟 dirty secret:

he's probably addicted to your smell. this sounds weird but i def think he's one of those people who steal their girlfriends underwear and then get off of them. like if he goes into the shower right after you and can smell your lingering shampoo and soap then he will fuck his fist as if it's you.

💟experience:

luffy was a complete dumbass in anything sexual but yk he is willing to learn anything that pleases you, so, once you teach him just what he's supposed to do, he will practice it on you till he reaches perfection. be prepared for a fuck lot of practice sessions tho.

💟favourite position:

i think his favourite position is missionary. he's a simple man. you're pretty as fuck and he's obsessed with your tits, what else is he supposed to do? but he's down to try just about anything and everything if you ask him to.

💟goofy:

goofy and luffy sound similar for a reason. im not saying he's giggling and kicking his feet as you go down on him but if something embarrassing happens, he needs atleast five minutes just to laugh it out. he doesnt do it in a mean-spirited way, ofcourse. he's just a silly little dude and that was funny.

💟hair:

on you: he literally doesn't care. it's totally your decision. if you wish to keep it shaved/trimmed, great but if you cannot be bothered, then that's more than fine too. he is more than excited just to have you to himself, he doesn't really care about anything more than that.

on himself: again, he doesn't really care. but incase you say that you wish he kept himself a certain way, then he'd go out of his way to pay heed to your preferences. your wish is his command.

💟intimacy (how romantic is he during it?):

luffy isn't a inherently romantic person. romance and love for him come in the form of small moments and acts of kindness rather than gigantic speeches and gestures. so in the traditional sense, he isn't romantic. but he will always make sure you're comfortable and feeling well. and to him, that is peak romance.

💟jack off:

he has a very very high sex drive and he quickly learnt that you can't exactly keep up with that so, he usually masturbates whenever it gets too much and you're not available. prefers your hands over his tho. so, like, he only does it himself if he absolutely needs to. otherwise, he would beg and whine till you please him.

💟kink:

food play (he loves you, he loves food, whats not clicking??) i think he definitely has a mommy kink (except he wont actually call you mommy. he's just act submissive and let you do whatever.) he loves to do whatever it is to please you when he's in that sub headspace but normally, he can get quite absorbed in the way he's feeling (especially when you're giving him head), so, dont blame him if he goes a teensy bit overboard.

💟location:

literally anywhere or planet earth or even beyond earth for that matter. just give him a surface to fuck you against and he'd handle the rest. in terms of favourite, i definitely think he's just sticking to the bed cause it keeps you comfortable and gives him enough safe, secure place to do whatever.

💟motivation (what gets them going):

anything and everything 😭🤭 his turn ons are so random. like you could be just chilling, talking to some crew member and suddenly he has this blinding urge to fuck you and there's nothing you can do about it.

💟no (things they are completely against):

although he's down with whatever, he won't do the classic stuff like scat, age play (extreme) or anything too disgusting. i think he's also pretty apprehensive about hitting you in bed cause he knows his strength and it feels against his entire moral code to hurt a woman. especially the woman he is in love with.

💟oral (prefer giving/receiving, how skilled are they?):

luffy goes both ways. he loves when you give him oral but he is also physically obsessed with you and will spend hours on end against your aching cunt, so, he likes going by turns. he doesn't even have to fuck you for real, just having his face pressed against your core as you rut on him is enough to make him cum in his pants. but since he's so impatient, i think he just prefers 69ing for the efficiency of it lmao (and also your moans feel so delicious against his weeping cock, please don't stop).

💟risk (how risky are they):

omg risk is the very essence of who luffy is. his risks are not even calculated, he just does shit that feels right to him. so, please do not object when you are exploring abandoned streets in an unknown island with him and he pines you against the wall and whines in that soft voice of his to have you right there and then. it also doesn't help that he doesn't feel embarrassed like ever. so, if you ever get caught he's just gonna laugh it off.

💟stamina:

ooooof, his stamina is insane!! can easily go a couple of rounds without feeling much fatigue. but he gets distracted easily, so fuck him before he gets too hungry to keep going lmao as for how long can he go for? i don't think he can hold off his orgasms for long, so, he cums fairly fast but he can push through it and keep going for a good while.

💟toys:

luffy didn't personally know much about toys till one night the boys got drunk and sanji asked them if any one of them owned a pocket pussy. he might have bought one the next time the landed on shore and well, he isn't afraid to admit that it's a handy little tool. but he doesn't know any more about toys than that. and he only got to know more once you started dating him and told him about it. he's not insecure to use toys during sex because he knows what he brings to the table. but he would pout if you fuck yourself with a toy instead of just asking him to give you some sweet sweet relief, so just dont do that mkay?

💟unfair (how much do they tease):

holy fucking shit this man LIVES to tease you. skimming touches, feathery kisses, endlessly toying with your cunt. he does it all. but do NOT tease him cause he can't stand it so, he would either lose patience and fuck you his way or he will get so overwhelmed that he would start whining and crying, begging you to ease up on him. both are good options tho 👍🏼

💟volume (are they vocal during it):

YES!! luffy is super vocal in bed. you make him feel great and he's not too shy to show it. i mean who tf will judge the would be king of the pirates?? he also adores your moans and whimpers too because all he wants is his pretty girl to feel good, obviously. (also when you tell him how good he's fucking you, that puts him over the edge because i just know he has a praise kink)

💟wild card (random headcanon):

luffy gets fucked out so easily. like literally, even if you have just been making out for like 5 mins then also his shirt will be halfway open, eyelids droopy, lips swollen, cheeks red, the whole sha-bam. so even if you both did nothing more than some pg-13 makeout, the entire crew will think you just fucked his brains out. evidence: 7th of august, 8:53 pm "ew." nami makes a face of disgust, "can you not do it before dinner? you're both nasty doin' it right before you see us." "we didn't do anything!!" you defend yourself before nudging luffy, "right luffy?" but he's in a daze, too blissful to say anything but: "uh yeahhh" ussop is holding sanji by the shirt like a rabid dog when zoro walks in. his eyes are lidden with sleep. he gives you and luffy a look before saying, "don't fuck before dinner, that's nasty." "we didN'T FUCK-"

💟x-ray (whats going on under those pants):

look he's the rubber man??? does it matter??? but no, i think he has a pretty decent size like im thinking 6" but definitely a bit more thinner. he also has a slight curve to it.

💟yearning (how high is there sex drive):

VERY HIGH. very fucking high. he's like an animal in heat or something except its all year long.

💟zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards):

he's passed out before you can say "that was so good" he's asleep and you should sleep too, you can compliment him when he wakes you up in the middle of the night for something or the other. go sleep. seriously. i see you reading smut on your screen. go sleep.

a/n: thinking i might make a sfw list too lol. if i do, ill add the link here! thankyouu to anyone who reads the stuff i write lol, you're the coolest

[petitepatateuwu]

Here's part 2 of my sillies.

After Sakura Mikey, I knew that I wanted a gingko, because it is one of my favourite trees.

And somehow I've been misspelling it all of my life...

And Leo's design came in naturally, so here you go :D

Now to the long boring talk:

His outfit has a funny story: I made it like that in my first sketches, then I realised that all of the others were wearing yukatas (at least some japanese clothing, I'm not really sure about this). Then I told myself that Leo is probably too lazy to attach his outfit correctly, but he still kept the belt under it because he likes the colour, wich kinda makes him look dumb (affectionately, I love dumb people).

Then I tried to write him a short introduction, because as much as I hate to write, I really want to improve at it, and there's no better way than practice for that!

So...

Leonardo is a second-generation spirit, which means that the previous guardian sacrificed his life to protect his tree. "Pretty cool, right?", he'd say if you ask him. "Now, thanks to him, I can do as I please, because this tree is perfectly safe!". Then he'd go back to sleeping, watching insect fights, or read his totally legitimately aquired human comics. Obviously, this spirit avoids talking about himself as much as possible, because the truth is... he knows nothing. The nature of his existence, the reason his predecessor died, even his present role as a guardian, he forgot about it all. Since he has no idea of what he is, he spends all his time resting or playing. Sometimes, a spirit from the nearby forest comes bothering him, and scolds him about not taking his responsibilities seriously. Though Leo always laughing at his remarks, he's secretly dying to become as capable as he is. If only they could engage a more open-minded conversation, maybe he could finally share his insecurities.

[japanifornication]

oh man oh man. im always fond of phoenix w a praise kink and just. overwhelmed by love. miles fucking into him while whispering sweet nothings until he’s shaking from his orgasm after orgasm. make this slut cry from being loved and fucked! that one fic you wrote, “late night” was RIGHT up my alley and i swear i go back to it often

rubbing at the bags he can feel setting in beneath his eyes, phoenix has never been more tired in his life. not when he stayed up all night studying to get through law school. not the time he didn't sleep for three days a week before the bar and had to be forced to rest by mia. not when she was murdered, not even when he spent a night in city jail accused of that very murder.

the clop of two pairs of sandals patter into the distance as he watches maya, holding onto pearl's hand like a lifeline, head for their train under the flickering lights of the station. as they board, any remaining energy phoenix had escapes him and he sags back against the wall he's been leaning against, arms crossing over his chest as a sigh slips out of him.

it's hard to watch them go when they've only just got maya back, but with morgan headed to prison, they have a lot of things to sort out back in kurain, like packing up belongings and figuring out where they'll stay when they're there for training.

"it's getting quite late, wright."

he'd almost been falling asleep where he stood and the voice startles him, making him stand up straight and snap to attention. for a few minutes, he'd almost forgotten edgeworth was there. it's easy to forget, when it's quiet—he was dead for an entire year, after all.

"yeah. sorry to keep you waiting. you didn't have to do this, you know." phoenix says it automatically, like it's an obligation, even though he's not quite sure he is sorry after what the prosecutor did.

"i'm aware," is all edgeworth says, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear and then just briefly gripping at his elbow.

it's almost funny. when phoenix first met the man again on the other side of the courtroom last year, he looked like hell barely warmed over. edgeworth was the one with dark circles around the eyes, a permanent scowl affixed to his face. now, he looks oddly tranquil, if just a bit fatigued, and phoenix is the one who feels like garbage. things can change a lot in a year.

he clears his throat. "well. i won't keep you here any longer. let's get back to the car." he lets edgeworth lead the way back to his car—new since phoenix last saw it during state v. skye—and climbs back into the passenger seat, rattling off his address. it's a wonder he can even remember it in his current state.

it only gets darker as they head back through the city and by the time they make it to phoenix's apartment it's well into the night, not a hint of sun left in the sky. the car idles in the parking lot. neither make a move to leave or encourage the other to do so.

"so are you back living here?" phoenix finally gathers the strength to say. he means is he back residing within l.a. but the way it comes out almost sounds like he's asking if edgeworth is really, truly back from the dead and not just a spirit. "in l.a. i mean, not here obviously," he clarifies, as though there were any confusion whether or not edgeworth lived with phoenix. haha, very funny.

there's a slight squeak of leather as the man's hand shifts on the steering wheel, uncomfortable but not angry. "ah, i've only been back for a few days. i'm in a hotel, currently, but yes, i intend to find a new apartment."

"gotcha," phoenix says with an absent nod, chewing the inside of his mouth. "hey, um. i'm sorry about what i said, about… about you staying dead."

"wright, don't," edgeworth scoffs. "it's too late to take back words we've regretted, if anyone knows that it's me. don't waste your breath."

an exasperated laugh bursts out of the defense attorney. "okay great, because i'm not actually sorry."

edgeworth huffs at that with a slight shake of his head.

"but… do you want to come in for a beer or something? because this has been the longest day of my life and i'm sure even underneath that perfectly logical, stoic exterior, you can agree it's been exhausting." phoenix raises an eyebrow.

"a beer? tch." edgeworth's lip curls in distaste at the idea.

"what, not a beer drinker? i don't keep much in the way of wine or anything but i might have some whiskey," he offers instead.

edgeworth tilts his head, considering the offer with a slow blink. "i'm not sure you can afford my tastes, wright, but i'm intrigued." he unbuckles his seatbelt, indicating he's taken phoenix up on it.

"great." phoenix climbs out of the car and leads the way into his apartment building. he lives on the second floor, and they take the stairs up. it's faster, and he's not going to ask the man to take an elevator. it might have been a year, but he hasn't forgotten everything.

"sorry about the mess," he apologizes as he unlocks his front door. the last few days have been so long—he's been sleeping in his office and almost forgot about how much of a disaster his apartment is. he haphazardly tries to clean up before edgeworth can take in too much of the surroundings, scooping up dishes to bring to the kitchen and stuffing trash in the bin and kicking dirty laundry out of the way.

edgeworth is busy removing his shoes at the door and he manages to get the place looking a little less gross by the time he's done, then stops to take off his own shoes and jacket. he heads into the kitchen to see what he's got as far as alcohol, searching through his cabinets until he finds the bottle of whiskey he promised.

"how do you take it?" he asks.

"neat," comes the reply, edgeworth having followed him into the kitchen. he waits as phoenix pours them each a glass, then takes the bottle himself to inspect it. his eyebrows go up. "perhaps you've come into some fortune in my absence."

staring down into his rocks glass, phoenix tries to give a smile. it comes off weak. "if only. i inherited mia's liquor collection. went through most of it between you choosing death and now, if i'm honest."

adjusting his glass on the counter, edgeworth frowns down into his own drink. "ah. i see. ms. fey had good tastes, then?"

"i think she was gifted a lot of it, i'm honestly not sure." he lifts his glass to his lips, taking a deep swig. it burns on the way down. "sometimes i wonder… if i even knew her that well. if i'm doing any of this right. if she'd be proud of me. after a case like today, i'm not so sure."

"you saved her sister," edgeworth points out, palming his own glass and drinking from it absently. "i imagine that would mean a fair amount to her."

"yeah, i guess so. but i almost pinned a murder on an innocent woman. just feel like i should have figured out it was engarde a lot sooner, you know?" phoenix stands up straight, the tension awkward, and downs the rest of his glass in one go so he can pour himself another.

"i can see your point, though i believe you’re being a bit harsh on yourself. anyone under those circumstances would have struggled. i certainly fared no better, and i wasn’t the one whose loved ones were being held hostage for the majority of that case.” the words are mumbled thoughtfully over the rim of his glass before he takes another drink.

“why are you being so nice to me?”

his question obviously catches edgeworth by surprise, and the man finishes his whiskey before answering. “after hearing you be so honest about what you thought of my absence… i suppose it feels like obligation.”

the thought of any more drinks is immediately abandoned, because in the next moment, phoenix is grabbing edgeworth by that stupid cravat and pulling him close and smashing his mouth against his.

there’s a noise of protest, an initial objection, from edgeworth that seems to be more out of shock than anything, and then edgeworth’s arms are around his waist, crushing him close; he’s kissing phoenix back and he tastes like the whiskey they’ve been drinking and mint—toothpaste? breathmints? something else?—and phoenix sighs almost angrily against his mouth, furious he could have had this so much sooner if not for everything that had happened.

except that then edgeworth stops kissing him, to ask “wright, should i be doing this? surely you’re not drunk after a drink and a half.”

“i’m sober. kiss me, you son of a bitch.”

“it’s a bit rude to speak so poorly of the dead, you know,” he huffs in jest.

“good thing you’re not really dead.” phoenix’s hands fist in his hair as he tugs him back in for another kiss, and it’s all tongue and teeth and desperation, wanton for more.

before either of them knows what has happened, they’re standing in phoenix’s bedroom next to his bed. neither of them is particularly good at kissing and it doesn’t matter, because they’re kissing like it’s the last thing they’ll ever do and it’s driving phoenix insane.

unfortunately, edgeworth seems reluctant to do anything more than that. phoenix keeps trying to move things along—attempting to kiss down his throat, to bite him, to grab at his ass or unbutton his waistcoat—and edgeworth keeps grabbing at his wrists, moving them back to more appropriate places, kissing him like he wants to savor it rather than do anything else.

“just fuck me already,” phoenix finally groans, drinking in the way edgeworth laughs in response. when was the last time he even heard him laugh? not just a condescending chuckle from the other side of the courtroom, but actually laugh like he does now? when they were nine?

his back hits the bed as edgeworth shoves him away roughly. “fine. i’ll give you what it is you’re so desperate for.” he watches as the prosecutor tugs open his nightstand to survey the contents, and apparently finds what he expected to, retrieving the box of condoms from within and setting it atop the surface. “but i’m not doing this without some sort of safe word in place. it’s clear you’re not in a state to be taken at your word.”

“stoplight system,” phoenix replies, without hesitation.

that earns him a raised eyebrow, and for a moment it seems like he might be rejected, but eventually, edgeworth shrugs a shoulder and nods. “i’m familiar. that’s acceptable, can i trust you to actually use it?”

“funny of you to be asking me about trust right now.”

“wright.” there’s an obvious warning tone in his voice. “yeah. yes, i will use it correctly. green means go, red means stop, don’t stop unless i actually say that.”

there’s a hunger underlining edgeworth’s voice when he next speaks that makes all of phoenix’s skin prickle with desire. “alright. get on with it, then. tell me what you want.”

“god, thank you,” phoenix breathes. he sits up and grabs edgeworth by his belt, yanking him forward so he can undo it. “just want you to hold me down, make me take it.”

edgeworth blows out a long breath, but phoenix doesn’t look up, single-minded in his task now as he moves to unbutton the man’s slacks. the zip comes undone with relative ease, but the prosecutor’s shirt is long and held down by stays, partially blocking access to what he wants. it’s dark, and he’s a little drunk, and undoing the smaller buttons here is a bit harder, so he fumbles around with them as he talks. “you know. give it to me hard, don’t hold back, no matter what i say.”

edgeworth sheds his jacket and waistcoat and works his cravat free, discarding them on the side of phoenix’s bed before loosening the buttons of his shirt sleeves to roll them up. like this, phoenix can see the light hair that peppers his arms, usually hidden by clothes or distance across the courtroom or the fact that he thought the man was dead for a year. “is that how you normally prefer it?”

opting not to answer that, phoenix finishes unbuttoning the bottom of edgeworth’s shirt, giving him access to his boxer-briefs beneath. his fingers hook into the waistband and stretch it away from his skin, freeing the arousal steadily growing within and shoving them down as far as he can with the stays still hooked around his thighs.

he leans forward, gently cupping edgeworth's cock in one hand as he trails his lips down the side of it. the skin is so soft under his touch, but he doesn't get even a second to enjoy it; immediately, there's a hand in his hair, forcing his head back and away. he grimaces, baring his incisors but flooding with heat at the simple movement.

"someone's a bit overeager," edgeworth admonishes.

"yeah, well, when you've spent a year fantasizing about something you're positive you'll never get…" he steals a glance up at edgeworth's face, his chest starting to heave even though they haven't even started yet.

the man clenches his jaw, like the reminder hurts, but he feigns it away with a roll of his eyes. it doesn't fool phoenix, but he doesn't call it out. again, phoenix is pushed back to the bed like it's effortless, and edgeworth moves back to the nightstand to retrieve a condom from the box.

phoenix takes the opportunity to undo his own belt and slacks, shimmying them down along with his boxers around his hips. his thighs and hair are already slick with moisture, his dick swollen and begging to be touched.

he doesn't want to bother with the effort of fully undressing, so instead he rolls over while edgeworth applies the condom, ending up bent over the edge of his bed, ready and waiting.

he hears edgeworth spit into his hand, stroke it along his length then feels that hand on him for a brief, thrilling second, but he's already sopping wet, so it's unnecessary.

phoenix scrambles up the bed a little further but before he can really get anywhere, there’s a strong hand on his hip as the body behind him thrusts forward against him. with that one, swift movement, edgeworth is inside him, and he cries out, writhing against the sheets and trying not to just melt into uselessness.

a hand comes down against his shoulder, holding him down just like he'd asked for, but edgeworth leans in close and the other snakes over his mouth, preventing him from further cries as each snap of his hips makes phoenix want to scream. "is this what you wanted?" the man breathes hot and low in his ear.

he can only nod desperately, tears catching in his lashes as that cock rams into his g-spot and makes him quiver.

edgeworth doesn't stop. each thrust comes unbelievably hard, a loud slap of skin echoing through the room, but there's a pause between each one, and phoenix is grateful for that because otherwise he doesn't know how he would breathe. beads of sweat are already forming on the back of his neck, rolling down under the collar of his shirt. he quiets down, just panting against edgeworth’s palm, tasting the salt of his flesh, pushing back into each stroke and closing his eyes to bask in the feeling of him, to know it’s edgeworth pinning him down and spearing him open.

he's slick and needy and hasn't been so close to satisfied in what feels like forever.

he rocks his hips forward instinctively, trying to get friction on his own dick against the bed, but failing. edgeworth huffs out a condescending laugh in his ear. "not enough still? what are you, wright, a dog? must you hump something just to get off?"

phoenix whines at the suggestion but nods again against edgeworth's hand.

"yes?" he sounds mildly surprised, but not put-off. "alright." he straightens for a minute, pulling phoenix up so he can slide a folded pillow between the man's legs—phoenix's head is spinning and he lets himself be maneuvered bonelessly—before pushing him back down into the position they'd been in.

"are you sure this is how you want it, though, wright?" he asks in his ear again as they return to that pace of steady slams. "I'm happy to fuck you as hard as you'd like, but i had something a little different in mind." he slows down further, the thrusts turning into a sensual grind, no longer ramming into him with each one.

a sob leaks out of phoenix and he ruts against the pillow, mumbling against edgeworth's hand. his mouth is freed so he can speak. "please," he gasps. "tell me you're here to stay. that you won't leave again."

an anguished sound chokes out of the prosecutor. "i am not going anywhere, phoenix," he says after a moment of hesitation. there’s an edge to his voice, hurt but on the verge of something almost tender, and phoenix easily needs more.

"just need to feel it. need you to show me you're not going anywhere," phoenix begs. “just prove it to me, fuck me like you mean it.”

"oh, darling, i'm not leaving you." the term of endearment seems to slip out of edgeworth like it’s an accident, but he doesn’t take it back, and it feels like it stabs right through phoenix’s back and pins him to the mattress as much as the man himself is doing physically. edgeworth's hands reposition themselves to the bed on each side of his shoulders for more leverage and his cock grinds deeper into phoenix, forcing a strangled moan out of him. "i'm here to stay, and i'll prove it to you just like this whenever you'd like. that's it, open up for me, i want to hear you."

phoenix doesn't try to hold back his sounds anymore, more moans and whimpers and sobs escaping him in escalating volume as edgeworth fucks him and as he humps against the pillow. edgeworth has picked up the pace again, strokes coming faster, and phoenix's brain is dissolving into a puddle.

"harder, please," he whines.

"i'll give you harder, darling, but i want you to come first. you're doing so well," edgeworth murmurs, leaning down to kiss the top of his ear. "i know you can do it. it feels good, doesn't it? to grind on your pillow? be a good boy and come for me, phoenix."

a harsher sob is ripped from his chest. his hips roll against it more desperately even as edgeworth doesn't stop pounding into him. "i'm so close," he whispers shakily.

"i know," edgeworth reassures, lowering himself to further press into phoenix, more grinding into him again which just forces him more into the pillow. "does this help? if i drive you into it?"

"yes, yes, oh, miles…"

"come for me, phoenix, then i'll give you that hard, unrelenting fuck you want, to prove i'm not going anywhere. come on. come for me."

and phoenix does, rocking forward against the pillow one last time and causing his orgasm to explode through him. he clenches around miles and his cock twitches with each pulse and miles is still rolling his hips, forcing him into the pillow, and he can't come down, and he's fully crying.

"good boy," he hears from edgeworth, and the praise is music he never imagined he'd hear. "are you ready for more?"

he hasn't even stopped coming yet, he's not ready for more, but god does he want it anyway. "no," he offers unhelpfully.

"no? color, wright."

"green," phoenix spits, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to the bed where he was accidentally drooling against his comforter.

"good, so let me ask again. are you ready for more?"

having no intention of changing his answer, phoenix repeats himself. "no. it's too much."

he can almost hear the smirk in edgeworth's voice, and is glad they're both on the same page. "and you think i have any intention of stopping simply because it’s too much? how quaint. you can handle more."

another hard slam of his hips has phoenix shaking, pressing his face back into the softness of his comforter to muffle a yelp, but as quickly as it was given, it’s taken away as edgeworth pulls out.

“roll over, wright. i want to see the moment you break,” he’s commanded, and phoenix doesn’t make any rush of moving to do so. edgeworth grabs his shoulder and pulls, rolling him over anyway. hands grab his slacks and yank, and phoenix kicks to at least help get them off, along with his boxers.

arms hook under his knees and in an instant edgeworth is back inside him, making phoenix’s back arch against the mattress. the pillow is still under him, but now it's providing support, and edgeworth is still hitting all the right spots, and he blearily opens his eyes to find the man looking down at him.

the way edgeworth looks at him is almost reverent, quicksilver eyes soft but dilated with pleasure, hair disheveled and hanging in his face, sweat beading on his forehead. it's different from how phoenix imagined it might be, when he thought he was dead. then, he hadn't known this edgeworth so desperately trying to redeem himself. he'd only known the angry, spiteful one, full of loathing for everyone and everything, especially himself and especially phoenix. he'd thought his eyes would be hardened, creased between the eyebrows, a permanent scowl fixed upon his face. he can see a slight divot between his eyebrows, but it looks more in concentration, and there's no scowl.

"miles," he breathes, just a whisper on his breath. he's struggling to even catch it with the force he's being fucked with, knocking the air out of his lungs, but he gulps down another breath and tries again. "m-miles. take off the condom."

a dry laugh huffs out of edgeworth and he hesitates. "are you delusional?"

"i promise it's safe. please…" he's crying again and he hates that he's crying again but he can't stop the tears from leaking down his cheeks. "please. i need you to prove you're not going anywhere. need you to fill me up and make me yours."

again, edgeworth blows out an affected breath, this time much more obviously struggling with the decision. "you're sure?"

"yes, i'm giving you the green light, please, god," he pleads.

"fuck, phoenix." in an instant, he pulls out again, looking down as he uses one hand to attempt to take off the condom. it takes a minute to get it off, but eventually he does, and it gets tossed in the trash beneath the nightstand before the man drives back into phoenix's hot cunt, filling him now with no barrier between them.

there's no way to prevent the flood of tears now, no longer just a trickle but practically a waterfall. he pushes edgeworth's arms away from under his knees to adjust, instead hooking his legs around the man's waist like he can draw him in deeper if he tries hard enough, like he can just pull edgeworth into his body and keep him there forever.

for edgeworth's part, at least, he grips a hand under phoenix's thigh and with a slight grunt helps shift them up onto the bed properly, and then they're chest-to-chest and the prosecutor is kissing down his jawline, tongue delving out to lick up the salt of his tears and god, phoenix is so overwhelmed.

"how long have you been dreaming about this, wright?" that deep, sultry voice mumbles right against his ear.

phoenix answers honestly, and he's not just crying from the overwhelming amount of pleasure anymore. now he's ugly crying, and it's embarrassing, and his hands find the front of edgeworth's shirt and twist in it, holding on to it like a lifeline. "a long time but—but i thought you were dead," he chokes out. he can feel alarm crackle through edgeworth like ice underfoot, but it's too late, they've already plunged through. "i th-thought you were fucking dead, that i'd missed my chance—"

his words are muffled by a kiss, one that's just as desperate and hungry as phoenix feels. he half-sobs, half-moans into it, clumsily attempting to reciprocate as best he can.

"i know. i'm so sorry, phoenix," edgeworth hisses against his mouth when they part for air. his movements have slowed, this thrusts languid but striking deep, and phoenix just encourages him, heels pressing against his ass with each inward stroke. "shh, you're alright. i'm not going anywhere." the words sound like a promise.

another pathetic mewl bleeds out of phoenix, energy sapped from him at the apology. his legs fall from around edgeworth's hips, coming to rest on the bed, because he can't hold them up anymore, and it just spreads him wider, lets the man fuck him deeper. he sniffles and presses his face into edgeworth's shoulder to hide his tear-strewn face.

"there you go, darling. relax. i'll give you what you need. you're being so good for me." edgeworth's breathing is labored and phoenix can feel sweat through the man's shirt.

his hands let go of the front to wrap around his back, crush him closer. it's too slow, too intimate, it's not what he asked for or wanted, but somehow it is what he needed.

the rhythm of edgeworth's thrusts start to falter and suddenly there's a hand on phoenix's jaw, turning his face towards his. "look at me."

phoenix does. the expression on edgeworth's face is so hard to read, but it seems almost close to adoration, or maybe obsession, and a shiver runs down phoenix's spine.

"i'm here, phoenix. because of you."

those six words are phoenix's undoing. his hands claw for purchase against edgeworth's back, fingertips catching in the folds of his shirt as his whole body tenses, pleasure slamming into him like a fucking freight train and forcing an orgasm out of him unlike any other. he feels edgeworth jolt against him and knows the man is coming too, leaving that tangible evidence that he's here, he's alive, he's alive he's alive he's alive, i'm alive.

for the first time since prosecutor miles edgeworth chose death, phoenix wright feels alive.

spent and exhausted, phoenix can't even complain when edgeworth collapses atop him. instead, he hugs him close, albeit weakly, eyes falling shut and just cradling the man against him, reluctant to let him pull out or leave just yet.

when they finally do part god knows how long later, no words are exchanged. edgeworth painstakingly withdraws from inside phoenix with a grimace, then helps him clean up in silence. he doesn't say anything as he removes the rest of his clothing, leaving phoenix to extract the implications from that action himself and disrobe as well, tossing the rest of his clothes to the floor.

they climb back into bed and phoenix finds himself hesitating to get closer until edgeworth draws him in himself, an arm sliding around him possessively.

before phoenix can drift off, he clears his throat and asks hoarsely, "should we… talk about what just happened?"

edgeworth dismisses it with a half-hearted shrug. "if you'd like. in the morning, perhaps?"

fear grips phoenix immediately and he swallows, looking up at the man. "will you still be here? in the morning?"

a long, tired sigh hisses out of edgeworth's chest. "i may have nightmares still, and may not be in bed when you awake. but yes. i will be here, in the morning."

"you promise?"

edgeworth searches his face for understanding. he doesn't seem the type to promise things, and perhaps that's why the response is delayed, but after a long moment, he nods slowly. "i promise."

phoenix buries his face against his chest, and in a few minutes, he's asleep.

[kiwislices4]

Heizou x reader (fluff def not violence)

I actually wrote something that's not crack I'm so proud

Warning: getting pushed off roof, death, suicide, fluff

I want Heizou to push me off a roof cutely like imagine

If you and Heizou are just standing on a roof together and he turns to you with that innocent lil' smirk and puts both hands on your back while you giggle and say "Aw Hei you're so funny" as he pushes you softly because he doesn't want to hurt you and he giggles as he watches you trip off the edge

And while you're falling you laugh because his little smile is so darn cute and he gives you an excited smile, and like doing that thing where he bounce on his toes as he watches.

Then you hit the ground and several of your bones break as you start bleeding and Heizou claps from excitement and tells you how cool your blood looks and how fun it was to watch you fall and "Let's do that again, (y/n)!" and then you pass out.

Then you wake up and Heizou's all concerned and pouty and "Why'd you fall asleep, we were just having fun!" and you apologize to him and he pouts a bit more.

But in the end he can't stay mad at you so he just huffs and tell you not to do that again, then ask if you're alright and give you some tea with painkillers, obviously you're injured but the roof wasn't that high so you just laugh and say okay, he patches up your wounds for you.

Then a while later you're all healed and Heizou gets all excited and happy to play with you again and he begs you to let him push you off more than once this time and you just can't resist his cute little doe eyes and the way he clasps his hands together and begs in that playful tone so you agree.

So after he pushes you off again you try to stay conscious but it hurts so much and after he pushes you the second time everything fades to black and you die and when you die Heizou gets real upset because who is he going to play with now that his favorite friend is dead? And he cries over your body and feels lonely for a long time.

But then you feel guilty for leaving him behind so after several years of taking on other ghosts' karmic suffering as a reward you get reincarnated as a spirit that haunts a lantern in Inazuma with your name on it, (you can still become tangible at will though) Heizou eventually hears about the haunted lantern and hunts you down and finally you two are reunited again, and he gets to push you off roofs forever because now you're a ghost and you don't take fall damage.

One day Heizou admit to you that he's fallen in love with you, and he can't imagine his life if he couldn't push you off roofs and anytime he's emotional or down you're always his go-to stress relief and he proposes and you accept obviously.

So at the wedding others can't see your spirit form because that's how your spirit works, only the owner of the lantern can see, so everyone thinks he's marrying a lantern but that's okay because he only needs you, friends and family and self respect are secondary.

Eventually after several (by several I mean like 5) years of him pushing you off roofs, he dies in an accident, and you kill yourself and you and Heizou's souls live together in the afterlife forever.

[blueskrugs]

Cornelia Street | Nico Hischier

once again I originally planned this fic for a different player, but here we are over a year later, writing it for Nico instead. can't say I'm mad about it. this fic also has the added bonus of being in celebration of 1100 followers!! 💛 this fic roughly follows the 2019-2020 season fyi

shoutout to @broadstbroskis for always being down to beta these babies, no matter how long it’s been since I’ve written something, and to @antoineroussel​ for lowkey being the reason I was so motivated to finally finish this fic.

this took 13 sheets of looseleaf to write, and idk that feels important.

length: 5.3k words

We were a fresh page on the desk Filling in the blanks as we go

It started, like many things, Brianna Miller would later learn, because of Jack Hughes.

Brianna was sitting in a café, sipping her morning coffee and idly skimming a reading for one of her lectures. Someone rapped their knuckles on her table, startling her.  She looked up. Jack was still relatively new to the Jersey sports scene, but Brianna knew enough to recognize him. He was smirking. Brianna would also learn that that was a common occurrence, as well. 

“Can I help you?” she asked. She glanced around the café. It was busy, but not crowded enough that anybody would need to kick her out of her prime corner table. 

“My friend thinks you’re cute,” Hughes announced.

Brianna glanced around again. This time she spotted someone at a table not far from her own, hiding his face in his hands. If this was some sort of mean joke, Brianna didn’t think it was very funny.

She forced a laugh. “Yeah, whatever,” she said, hoping she sounded blasé. She shut her laptop, harder than she meant to. “I’ve gotta go, I have classes to get to.” Hughes’ grin, which hadn’t faltered until now, fell. She shoved her laptop in her bag and stood, pushing past Hughes. 

“No, wait,” he said. He grabbed Brianna’s wrist but dropped it quickly. He cast a look over Brianna’s shoulder. “A little help, bro?”

“I told you not to say anything,” a soft voice said from behind Brianna. She tried desperately to place the accent before she heard someone step up behind her. 

“Well, you weren’t going to,” Hughes shot back. Brianna turned. Serious eyebrows. Shy smile. Bright red cheeks. Nico Hischier. 

“I’m sorry about him,” he said. Hughes made an offended noise behind Brianna. They both ignored him. “I’m Nico,” he added, offering her a hand.

She shook it. “Brianna.”

Nico’s smile grew, less shy, more confident now. “Jack wasn’t lying, by the way.” He did still look a little sheepish. 

“Well, maybe I should just give Jack my number then,” she said, sounding more confident than she felt. 

Nico just grinned. Brianna was relieved, in a weird way, that he recognized her teasing and was rolling with it.

“I wouldn’t,” Nico said. “He’d probably ghost you.” 

Hughes made another indignant noise; they ignored him again. Brianna held out her hand for Nico’s phone. A part of her still wondered if this was some sort of mean-spirited prank, but Hischier seemed sincere enough, so she might as well go with it. It would make a nice story one day, at least. Nico handed over an unlocked phone, still grinning at Brianna. She hoped her hands didn’t shake too obviously as she carefully typed her number into a new contact, then double-checked it. 

“Wish I could stay, boys,” she said, passing Nico his phone back, “but I’ve got a class to get to and a reading to finish for it.” 

“Yeah,” she heard Nico say faintly as she brushed past him. 

Brianna wished she could say it was easy after that. Days passed, then weeks. Brianna never heard from Nico. She finally brushed it off and was just starting to forget it had happened when Nico tumbled into the seat across from Brianna at the same coffee shop where they’d met. He startled her so much that she nearly spilled her coffee, and she glared across the table at him. He at least had the grace to look chagrined. 

“Can I help you?” she asked, an echo of what she’d said to Hughes. 

“I’m so sorry,” Nico burst out. Brianna raised an eyebrow at him and took another sip of her coffee. “I’m terrible at texting, ask anyone else. I don’t know how to start conversations, it’s why Jack came over to talk to you in the first place, then we left on a really long road trip, and I was too busy to do anything except sleep, plus with the time difference on the West Coast…” Nico had said all that in one breath, but he trailed off. “I’m sorry,” he said again.

Brianna shook her head. “I don’t need or want your excuses, Nico.” Nico winced and opened his mouth to say more, but Brianna talked over him. “I get it, you didn’t mean anything by it, and Hughes put you on the spot. I just wanna move on.”

“They’re not excuses!” Nico protested. He winced again. “Er, well, I guess they are but…it’s not that I didn’t want to text you, I’m just really bad at this.” 

“Whatever,” Brianna said, but she didn’t make any move to get up. Neither did Nico.

Nico huffed and pulled out his phone. Conversation over, apparently. Brianna’s phone vibrated next to her. She narrowed her eyes at Nico and picked it up. A text from an unknown number read: Do you want to get coffee sometime? I’m pretty bad at texting. Another text rolled in. This is Nico btw.

Brianna glanced up at Nico. He was staring at his phone, trying to keep a straight face, but the way his eyes were crinkling at the corners gave him away. Brianna sent him back an emoji with its tongue sticking out. Nico chuckled and set his phone aside.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated again. 

Brianna was starting to believe him. She kicked him gently under the table.

“Alright, fine, you’re off the hook,” she told him. “For now.”

Nico broke into a grin, and Brianna noticed for the first time how tense he’d been. She lost track of time while she and Nico chatted over their coffees, trying to get to know each other. Nico asked about what Brianna was studying—secondary education with a focus on history— and seemed actually interested as she lost herself in an explanation of her classes. Brianna knew enough about the Devils to know that the state of the team was rather rocky, but Nico’s face lit up when she asked about his teammates. It was obvious that he’d do anything for them.

Nico’s phone rang, startling both of them. They both stared at it. Eventually, Nico swore under his breath and picked it up. It stopped ringing, and a text came through instead. Nico grimaced.

“Team meeting, apparently.” He sounded apologetic. 

Brianna glanced at the time on her own phone. “It’s fine. I’ve got classes this afternoon I should get ready for, anyway.” 

Nico waited until Brianna stood before he got up, too. “Can I see you again?” he asked. 

Brianna pretended to think about it, but Nico was too earnest to deny. She couldn’t resist teasing a little bit, though.

“You’ve earned yourself a second chance, don’t waste it by ghosting me again.” Nico flushed. “I’ll text you or something, okay?” 

Nico grinned at her. Brianna was really starting to love that grin. “Okay.”

Nico did get better about texting after that, though Brianna could tell that he really was awkward over text. It turned out to only be a few days before they saw each other again, when Brianna ran into Nico at a bar on Sunday night. Literally.

The bar was crowded enough that it was a little hard to navigate, and Brianna blindly bumped into someone as she turned away from the bartender, spilling her drink over her hand. The stranger’s hand reached out to steady her.

“So sorry,” a voice said, hard to hear over the noise of the bar. They were both jostled again when someone bumped into him on the other side.

Brianna frowned. “No, it was my fault,” she said. She wasn’t on her first drink. Or her second, or third, for that matter. Wait. She knew that voice. “Nico?” 

She looked up into the face of the person she’d bumped into for the first time. Nico was distracted, too, looking over his shoulder to talk to someone. A teammate, probably. He turned when Brianna said his name, though. His hand was still on her elbow. A crease appeared between his eyebrows.

“What are you doing at a bar on a Sunday night?” he asked. Someone passed him a beer. He took a drink without looking away from Brianna. 

“I could ask you the same thing,” Brianna pointed out.

“Don’t you have class tomorrow?”

“Don’t you have practice?” Brianna countered.

Nico rolled his eyes, but a small smile was growing on his face. “Fine, you have a point.” He looked closer at Brianna’s face, too serious. She wanted to kiss him until she could get him to smile again, suddenly. “You’re drunk.” An observation, not a question.

“No, I’m not,” Brianna argued. A little tipsy, maybe. 

“You like to argue when you’re drunk.” Nico sounded amused. Brianna stuck her tongue out at him, and that amusement grew, his eyes crinkling again. “Alright, where are your friends?”

“It’s my birthday tomorrow,” Brianna said instead of answering. 

Nico was leaning close to hear her over the din. He blinked at her. 

“Happy birthday.” He paused, but didn’t say anything else. Brianna stepped away from the bar finally, leading Nico back to where her friends still were. “I’ll buy your next drink, yeah?” 

They were at Brianna’s table. One of her friends looked up.

“Oh, good, we were starting to think you’d been kidnapped,” she said. “I see you found a friend,” another commented. 

Nico’s hand had moved from Brianna’s elbow to the small of her back. Brianna threw an arm around Nico’s shoulders and pressed a kiss to his cheek. 

“If anyone’s getting kidnapped here, I think it’s me,” Nico said mildly. He let Brianna lean more of her weight on him.

“Nico thinks I’m cute,” Brianna announced. Nico laughed, still under her arm.

“Someone make sure she drinks water and gets home alright,” he told the table. They laughed. Nico carefully extracted himself from Brianna. “Text me tomorrow, okay?” he told Brianna.

Sorry about last night, she texted him in the morning, more than a little embarrassed. But you still owe me a drink, she added. She hadn’t really seen Nico again after he left her table, other than glimpses of him with teammates in the bar, rowdy and happy. 

Happy birthday, Nico responded. Brianna waited for another message, watched the typing bubble appear, disappear, then appear again. No message came through, and Brianna set her phone back down with a huff and went to get ready for class. She was getting tired of whatever game this was.

When she picked her phone up again, she did have a new message from Nico after all. Sorry about the drink. Rain check? Maybe with dinner? it read. 

Maybe there was no game after all.

And, baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name

Brianna and Nico took it slow. Dates when they could squeeze them in, sporadic texts and long hotel room phone calls when they couldn’t. 

Brianna got tickets to a home game in early January and begged her best friend Lauren to come with her. She pointedly ignored the teasing. Lauren had been at the bar for her birthday a few months before and knew Brianna had been dating someone since then; she was smart enough to put two and two together. 

“What if I just wanted to go to a game, huh?” Brianna asked, staring at her closet. She didn’t own much Devils gear still, and wearing the hoodie she’d stolen from Nico the week before seemed like a bad idea. She also ignored the unimpressed look she knew Lauren was shooting at her back. Brianna sighed and pulled a red sweater out of her closet. At least it was the right color, unlike Lauren’s bright blue Islanders jersey. 

“Did you even tell Nico you’re coming to the game tonight?”

Brianna had not. She didn’t really know how to, though it felt stupid. She knew Nico was trying to keep this—whatever “this” was— close to his chest still, and that was okay. She was something separate from hockey to him, and going to the game felt like crossing a line, somehow. She didn’t want to push him into anything he didn’t want to do, just because she’d wanted to watch him play in person. She’d tell him after the game.

So nosebleeds with her best friend it was. It turned out to be a good game, despite the overtime loss. Nico got on the scoresheet with a goal and an assist, and Brianna shot him a quick “great game!” text as she and Lauren followed the tide of fans out of the Rock. There had been something mesmerizing about the way they’d all cheered for Nico when he’d scored, the way the city clearly loved their young star, their future. She was still thinking about it on the way home, lost in her thoughts until Lauren nudged with her elbow.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Brianna’s phone vibrated in her lap, momentarily sparing her from responding. It was a text from Nico, a simple smiley emoji and a red heart.

“Hey, do you wanna go to another game sometime?” Brianna asked.

She’d give anything to see Nico’s smile after he’d scored again.

Windows flung right open, autumn air Jacket round my shoulders is yours

Not long after that night in the bar, Nico took advantage of a full day off to drag Brianna out to Allamuchy State Park for a hike. It was late fall, closer to winter than to autumn at this point, but it was mild enough, weak sunlight cutting through the chilly breeze.

“I think you’re overestimating my fitness levels here, bud,” Brianna griped, several steps behind Nico and trying not to pant too loudly. Nico laughed, but stopped to allow Brianna to catch up, hands on his hips. Nico had picked an easy trail, not too long or hilly, but still, “Not all of us are professional athletes,” she said. 

It did feel good to get moving after nearly an hour in the car, and, despite the mostly bare trees, it was pretty and peaceful, quiet this far from this city. It would be beautiful in the spring or summer.

“Sorry.” Nico sounded truly apologetic, but Brianna shot him one more glare for good measure. Nico started walking again, letting Brianna fall into step beside him. “I like hikes like this back home in the summers, but there never seems to be enough time there these days.” Brianna was probably imagining the way Nico’s accent thickened as he spoke, softly, though the woods around them were empty. Their hands brushed, and Brianna longed to twine her fingers with Nico’s. 

“Home is Switzerland, yeah?” Brianna asked, although she knew the answer. 

Nico smiled fondly, his eyes faraway. “Yeah, it’s beautiful there, with the mountains and the lakes. There’s nothing like it over here in the States.”

Brianna did take Nico’s hand in hers now. “I’d like to visit someday,” she said.

It was too bold. She and Nico were barely even dating, and yet she meant it. She wanted to see the place that had shaped Nico. Nico smiled at her and squeezed her hand once before letting it drop. They didn’t talk much more for the rest of the hike, a peaceful silence between them.

“Wish we could stay here forever,” Brianna mused as they approached Nico’s car. 

But this late in the year the sun set earlier, and it was getting colder. Brianna shivered, and Nico raised his eyebrows at her. Without a word, he shrugged his jacket off his shoulders and tossed it over his car to Brianna.

“It’s not that cold,” she complained, but she pulled the jacket on before climbing in the car herself. 

Nico rolled the windows down before pulling out his parking spot, fresh autumn air whipping through the car as they drove back towards the city. 

The seasons were changing, and it all felt like the start of something to Brianna.

Back when we were card sharks, playing games I thought you were leading me on

The Devils were hosting a charity gala. Nico had asked Brianna to be his plus-one.

“It’s ‘black tie optional,’ whatever that means,” Nico told her, peering at his phone. Probably googling exactly what black tie optional meant.

They were sitting on Nico’s couch, Brianna’s feet in Nico’s lap. She nudged the hand holding his phone with her toes. Nico blinked up at her. His hair was messy from the hat he’d been wearing earlier, and Brianna was momentarily distracted by an overwhelming surge of fondness. 

“I’ll have to buy a new dress,” she commented, instead of voicing her surprise that Nico had invited her at all. Their relationship was still pretty new. Nico valued his privacy, and Brianna had no problem keeping their relationship to themselves for a while longer. She hadn’t even met his teammates, other than Jack Hughes, that first day in the coffee shop. That barely counted. 

Nico wasn’t deterred, oblivious to the beginning of a panicked spiral happening in Brianna’s head. “You can use my card,” he told her.

“That wasn’t my point, Hisch,” Brianna said, but she didn’t know what her point actually was. That, new dress or not, Brianna was never going to fit in? It didn’t matter. Brianna firmly reminded herself that this was a big step for them. 

“Please?” Nico asked. “I want you there.”

Brianna sighed. Nico knew she was powerless when he begged like that.

“Fine, but I’m taking you up on using your card,” she told him.

Nico leaned across the couch to kiss her, and, for a moment, she forgot why she was even worried. 

Then the night of the gala came, and all those fears came rushing back. 

Brianna and Nico arrived together, Brianna in a new gown and on Nico’s arm. She trailed after him as he greeted teammates and mingled with donors. The names and faces all blurred together for Brianna, but Nico looked at ease, comfortable in his pressed suit. Most people didn’t pay Brianna much mind, which was mostly fine. It was on the fourth time that Nico introduced her as simply “my friend,” that she excused herself to find a drink. Jack Hughes, who’d been nearby, followed.

“You’re not old enough to drink,” she commented, leaning on the bar and trying to ignore Jack’s worried face.

“They wouldn’t card me,” he said confidently. 

“They wouldn’t need to card you, everyone already knows how old you are,” she reminded him. If he was trying to distract her, it was working. She took a long drink from her glass. Jack gave her a look.

“Slow down, maybe?”

Brianna looked around for Nico. He was deep in conversation with someone she didn’t recognize. He glanced Brianna’s way, but he didn’t seem to see her. She took another drink. 

Jack followed her gaze and grimaced. “Look, he’s crazy about you,” he said.

“Why is it that I’m always hearing that from you and not Nico?” Brianna said. “I think you’re the only one here that actually knows that Nico and I are together,” she added, thinking of every teammate she’d been introduced to as a friend, Nico keeping a careful distance between them, a platonic hand on her elbow.

“Nico just likes his privacy,” Jack said, but Brianna could tell the argument sounded weak even to him. 

Brianna finished her drink and left the empty glass on the bar. She cast another look towards Nico. He had moved on to another conversation. He didn’t seem to be missing her at all. She forced a smile in Jack’s direction. 

“You know what? I’m not sure I’m feeling well,” she said. “I think I’m going to duck out, you’ll tell Nico for me, won’t you?”

Brianna didn’t wait for an answer, just brushed past Jack and headed for the door. She ignored Jack calling her name, but he didn’t chase her. No one else tried to stop her. 

Brianna had to call a car to pick her up, and she stood shivering in her gown while she waited. Still, no one followed her. She wondered how long it would be until Nico even noticed she’d left. She was silent on the ride back to Nico’s apartment, where her car and a change of clothes were. She checked her phone a few times on the way. Nothing from Nico.

She felt numb as she left her gown laying across the foot of Nico’s bed. She didn’t know how to feel. She didn’t blame Nico, not really. She couldn’t begin to understand the pressure he was under, the future of a franchise. Of course he wanted to protect what they had. 

She just hadn’t expected him to do it like that, or for it to hurt so much when he did.

She climbed into her car and drove. She didn’t have a destination, nowhere to go, just anywhere else. It was late, not many cars on the road except Brianna. Her radio was off, leaving her alone with her thoughts. She expected to cry, almost, but no tears came.

But then you called, showed your hand I turned around before I hit the tunnel

Brianna didn’t know how long she had been driving when her phone rang. Finally? Too soon? She didn’t know what she was going to say when she answered. She fumbled for her phone where she’d tossed it in her passenger seat. 

She answered without checking the caller ID. She knew who it was, anyway. 

“Hello?”

“Bri?” Nico sounded out of breath, panicked. “Where’d you go? I tried to find you at the gala, but Jack said you went home, but you’re not here, and I-” Nico cut himself off and made a strangled noise that almost sounded like he was choking back a sob. When Brianna didn’t respond, he went on. “Please, I need to know you’re okay. Please. Just- will you come home?”

Home. How strange of him to use that word. There was no “home” for Brianna and Nico. Brianna had thought it was just “not yet,” but maybe it was “not ever.” They lived two separate lives, that much was clear.

“Nico, I don’t know,” Brianna said. “I think I just need a little space.” Brianna turned on her blinker; she was going to need gas soon. She should go back to her own apartment. She turned left, towards Nico’s apartment, without thinking about it. “

No, no, please, I want to talk to you. Bri, please.” Nico’s accent was stronger like this, thick with worry.

Brianna sighed. 

“I’m bad at this,” Nico said. He’d said that the second time they’d met. “Please,” he said again, his voice just a whisper now. 

Brianna pulled into a parking spot in the garage behind Nico’s building. She threw her car in park, but didn’t make any move to get out. Didn’t say anything, either. She listened to Nico’s shaky breathing on the other end of the line. She could leave again. There was nothing stopping her, Nico didn’t even know she’d made it back to his building. Brianna took a deep breath. 

“I’ll be up in five.”

She didn’t hang up, even as she slammed her car door and made the now-familiar trek to Nico’s front door for the third time that night. She almost expected Nico to have the door open when she got there, waiting for her. 

“Are you really gonna make me knock?” she asked instead, staring at the closed door. 

Nico fumbled something on the other end of the line, and she heard him mumbling German curses before he hung up. A moment later, she heard the lock turn, and the door swung open. Nico stood in the doorway, still in his dress pants, but missing a shirt, his eyes red like—

“Have you been crying?” Brianna blurted.

Nico scrubbed at his face. “I was worried.” 

Brianna pushed her way inside and shut the door behind her. She took Nico’s face in her hands, thumbs brushing his still-damp cheekbones. Nico wouldn’t meet her eyes. 

“Oh, Nics, babe, I’m so sorry,” Brianna murmured.

That got Nico to look at her. “What? No, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I said or did to upset you, but I know that I did something, and I just don’t know how to fix it.”

Brianna dropped her hands and took a step back. Nico looked uncertain. 

“You don’t know?”

Nico hesitated. “No?”

Brianna laughed, but her eyes were filling with tears. She furiously brushed them away. It was somehow worse that Nico had been downplaying their relationship without thinking about it. None of it meant anything to him. 

“I just- You were with me, then at the bar with Jack, and then you were gone! I thought you’d just gotten overwhelmed, but you weren’t here when I got home.”

That word again. Home. This was Nico’s home, his world, and he didn’t have any room for Brianna in it. 

He was still shirtless, but for the first time, Brianna couldn’t stand to look at him. 

“Nico,” she said. She met his eyes. “You spent all night introducing me as your friend.” Across from her, Nico went pale. “Is that how you think of me? Just some girl? Do you bring every girl you’ve fucked around to events like that?” Nico flinched at Brianna’s bluntness, but she wasn’t finished. “Do any of your teammates even know you had a girlfriend? Your family?”  

She watched Nico register her use of the word “had,” mouthing it slowly to himself before he was rushing over to her.”

“You have to know-”

“No, I don’t! I don’t have to know anything!” Brianna was close to yelling now, no longer carefully controlling her emotions. 

“No, no, no, shit, no. I didn’t even think-”  He cut himself off. “I didn’t even realize-” Nico stopped again, at a loss for words.

“I should go,” Brianna said finally.

Nico threw himself between Brianna and the door. “Don’t. Please. I’m sorry, and I owe you so much more than that, but right now I can’t fucking think.” He mumbled something to himself under his breath, but Brianna couldn’t catch it. Nico scrubbed his hands across his face again, frustrated this time. 

Brianna thought of him opening the door, eyes still red from crying. 

“Nico, I think we both need some sleep, babe,” Brianna said gently.

“Stay. Please, please, stay. I can’t- I don’t want to lose you.” Nico took a deep breath. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Brianna didn’t move, didn’t say anything. She couldn’t, frozen in Nico’s entryway. Nico laughed, a humorless sound.

“I didn’t want to scare you off. I think I went too far in the other direction.” He took a step forward, looking desperate. “We were taking it slow, but I’m fucking crazy about you, Brianna.”

“We were taking it slow because I thought that’s what you wanted!” Brianna burst out.

Nico looked startled. He recovered quick enough to say, “Well, I can hardly go around introducing you as the woman I want to marry someday, now, can I?” 

He took another step forward, tentatively reaching for Brianna’s hand. She settled her hands on his hips, instead, and pulled him closer, closing the gap between them completely. She laughed in spite of herself.

“Honestly, Hisch, do you really think I would’ve stuck around after that hike if I weren’t completely head over heels for you, too?” she asked. 

“That hike wasn’t even that bad!” Nico protested, already leaning down to kiss Brianna slow and deep. He pulled away to catch his breath after a long minute, resting his forehead against Brianna’s. “I’m sorry,” he said.

Brianna pretended to think. Nico dug his fingers into her sides. “I guess I can forgive you,” she said, squirming away from Nico with a breathless giggle.

Later, tangled up on his couch, Nico spoke again.

 “Y’know, I don’t really bring anyone around to events,” he said. “Ever.” His gaze on Brianna was intense, like he still needed her to understand that she was important to him.

“I know, Nico, I know,” she murmured.

“The guys have been giving me shit for weeks because they hadn’t met you yet,” he added.

Brianna laughed. “Even Jack?”

One day, she’d probably have to thank Jack for making sure she and Nico met. Maybe. 

Nico laughed, too. “No, he’s just smug as hell that he met you first.”

Years ago, we were just inside Barefoot in the kitchen Sacred new beginnings

The seasons changed, then again, and again. Spring came, and hockey season ended. Nico went home to Switzerland for the long summer, but he came back to Jersey, back to Brianna, in the end.

“Missed me?” he had teased. Brianna was too busy trying to get his shirt off to reply.

The Devils named Nico captain. He spent the season injured, and it ended with more disappointments than victories.

“I’m so proud of you,” Brianna told him, curled up beneath a mountain of blankets in bed after he’d cleaned out his locker.

Nico moved out of his apartment in the city, and Brianna moved into a house with him in the suburbs. It took very little convincing on Brianna’s part for them to get a puppy, “to keep me company while you’re away on roadies.” Nico made her promise that he at least got to pick the puppy’s name. (He ended up losing that argument, too.)

Nico was driving home from an afternoon game when Brianna noticed that they were not, in fact, headed towards home.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked.

Nico didn’t take his eyes off the road. “You don’t know where we are?”

Brianna took a moment to peer out the window. The streets did seem familiar in the twilight, but then, so did most of Newark, in the abstract way that came from living there for years. But- “Is that your old building?”

Nico pulled into an empty spot on the street. He stared out the windshield at the high-rise in front of them. 

“How many years has it been?” he asked.

Brianna knew he knew the answer, but she told him anyway. “Four years.” Their anniversary—of the first date, not the time he’d ghosted her after meeting her—had been the week before.

“Lots of firsts in that apartment,” he mused. Brianna squinted at him, trying to follow his train of thought. 

“First fight,” she teased. Once she’d thought that night would be their breaking point, but it turned out to be just the beginning.

Nico grinned at that. “First time,” he said back. He gave himself away by blushing. 

Brianna reached across the car to take Nico’s hand, and he let her. “Lots more firsts ahead of us,” she said. Nico smiled at her, eyes soft. “First kid, first Cup…”

Nico smacked a hand over Brianna’s mouth. “Shh!” he said. He didn’t move his hand. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.” 

“About which part?” Brianna had to shove his hand off to speak. 

Nico gave Brianna a look. “Yes.”

“All I’m saying is that there could be rings in both of our futures,” she said. She’d been teasing Nico about wanting a ring more and more, but it was just teasing. She knew there wasn’t any rush. Mostly.

“I could leave you here and make you walk home,” Nico threatened, already pulling away from the curb. 

“You wouldn’t dare.” Besides, Brianna could easily get any other Devils player to pick her up. Nico was their captain, but Brianna was their favorite. 

Stopped at a red light, Nico leaned across the console to kiss Brianna’s cheek.

“Of course I wouldn’t, I’ve still got to give you that ring.”

[quirkwizard]

What kind of Quirks do you think would work well in a circus?

I have already talked about this with my own Quirks, so I'll talk about canon Quirks for this. For the sake of this, I won't mention anything like "Gecko" because having them around as circus freaks just feels mean spirited.

Anivoice: This is one of the most obvious choices. You could put on whatever animal show you'd want with whatever animals you would want. Plus you wouldn't have to worry about any of the terrible implications that would come with it.

Incite: This would be great for a ring leader type whose is introducing everyone. Shouting up to the crowd to get them all excited and keeping all of the performers at the top of their game with extra energy.

Boomerang: There are quite a few shows that can involve marksmanship, which "Boomerang" could be useful for. "Homing" could as well, but I think you could add a lot more floruish and variety with the control.

Weld: Obviously, a lot of places like this aren't exactly built up to code and are rush jobs. So having an ability that can quickly set up everything up in a safe way and take it apart just as fast would be super useful for a show on the road.

Black Whip: You know all those amazing trapeze and ropes shows they put on? Now you could have your onw one man show version of with whatever number of people you want, all being totally safe since it's all under their control.

Outburst: Look, clowns and similar acts aren't funny. So why not just skip the middle man and just have them laughing in the aisles? This one feels like cheating with that kind of job, but isn't that the whole point of Quirks?

Hardening: Again, a lot of stupid and dangerous stuff happens at these places. It's best to have a power like this for a stunt person. I would suggest "Super Regeneration", but that would traumatize the audience.

Compress: While I'm tempted to suggest this for a magician type character, I mainly picked this because how helpful this would be with moving things. Just touch whatever you want and it's all ready to go for the next show.

[the-curious-butterfly]

Why Spectra x Clawdeen (or as I been calling it Spawdeen) is my favorite MHG3 ship and why I think it would genuinely be a great thing if it was made canon.

(Though is it likely? Probably not. Still a girl can dream.)

So the biggest thing that made me start thinking about this ship was the fact that Clawdeen is a huge monster nerd, and the first monster she ever meets and shows her that they exist is Spectra. Not Frankie or Draculaura, her future best friends, but this adorable ghost with a phone problem who tries to do her best at scaring just so her phone doesn’t get taken away. Obviously it doesn’t work, if Clawdeen’s first thought of what to do when a literal ghost is in front of her is anything to go by.

“A nose boop and not even, like, a tiny flinch?”

That part was really cute, actually despite how small a role she has all her scenes are actually really cute and endearing. After that she tries her best to scare Clawdeen and I like to think there were many more attempts than what the show portrays (it’s just that there’s not enough time to show them all) but that they all (except the last) ended the same way. With Clawdeen smiling while booping the ghost.

Which brings me to my next big reason. Spectra keeps Clawdeen smiling and laughing, in a way she helped raise her spirits like Frankie and Draculaura did. Even if she wasn’t part of the monster experiment. I don’t know about you but Spectra makes me laugh whenever she’s on screen, I feel like she’s a very funny monster she just hasn’t had her moment to shine yet.

At least not to the viewer. It’s clear with her being personally invited to Draculaura’s party and with later episodes she’s actually very close to the main cast. Which means that there’s (obviously) a lot that happens behind the scenes that we don’t see. Why is this important? Because of a single moment that happens after Clawdeen confesses to her dad about being a monster.

Y’all know the one I’m talking about. When she speaks to her eyeball about who she thinks is totally cute. Now this could just be a one-off gag that’s played off simply because it’s her dad and what’s the most embarrassing thing your parent could find out. Or there could genuinely be someone she could like. And while it looks to be more the former, considering she has yet to show any interest in anyone outside of that scene. Perhaps it’s true and just that there are other things more important and time consuming then showing her tripping over her words every time this someone gets near. Or maybe she’s just not the type to show it outwardly.

Why I think it would genuinely be a great thing if it was Spectra:

Well to be honest the thing that I believe would make her a great option I feel is the same thing that would make her one of the least likely options.

She’s a ghost, she’s transparent. She has difficulty even giving hugs despite being the one who offers them.

Why is that great?

Because it can show that relationships are not defined by the physical. By letting Clawdeen have a ghoul friend she has a hard time holding hands with let alone kissing it can be a great opportunity for young ones to see a different kind of relationship that is still just as meaningful. That you aren’t less of a couple because you don’t kiss or hold hands. The physical connection might not always be there but you can bet the emotional connection is.

I don’t know about you but I think they’re neat.

[9leaguesofmirrors]

Ross Gaines x Joseph Lisgoe Things

AKA: Gainsgoe headcanons that have me in a chokehold

When they realise they like the other person, them being less disturbed by the fact they're into guys and more disgusted by the fact they're feeling things that aren't negative

Them showing their affection by bullying each other. I don't mean the playful teasing that normal couples do, Lisgoe will insult Ross, who will retort back with a snide remark, to which Lisgoe will respond to with a threat and so on - nobody else is allowed to do it though, they're protective of each other

Them having frequent back-and-forths/"snark-swapping", but rarely actually arguing because they aren't fussed with typical Relationship Problems™️: work getting in the way? They're both dedicated to their jobs. Future plans? They both think marriage is a waste of time and money and GOD knows they hate children. Insecurities? With Ross and Lisgoe? Now THAT'S a laugh!

But also... both of them lowkey feeling constant pressure to constantly be the best in their field and always feeling the need to compete with others, and slowly, subconciously, learning how to be OK with having off moment

This doesn't stop them from being absolute terrors to the inhabitants of Royston Vasey

Lisgoe secretly having a thing for Ross' eyes and REFUSING to admit that he likes how piercing they are because that's gross and pathetic

Ross liking how angular Lisgoe's features are

Occasionally, he'll absentmindedly run his hands along Lisgoe's collarbones and hips and/or touch his jawline while they're talking - Lisgoe teases him for it, but never pushes him away

"You're doing it again, you handsy bastard"

"I don't hear you complaining"

Ross appreciating Lisgoe's up-front attitude and Lisgoe liking that Ross offers solutions to problems

Lisgoe secretly being the reason Ross stops ranting about how "disgustingly trashy" tattoos are because he keeps seeing them on Lisgoe's torso and arms on the rare occasions that they're exposed and damn it, they suit him

Ross being the only person to call him "Joseph"

Lisgoe being banned from the kitchen because he can't cook (he sets fire to pasta because he doesn't add water, that's how bad he is), and him being stubborn and trying to anyway because he's a grown man, damn it!

"Ross, I said I'm cooking tonight"

"And I said, if I'm going to die, I'm doing it on my own accord. Not by a housefire and DEFINITELY not from your attempt at risotto"

Their physical affection (with the exception of that side of things) being minimal and private because ew, PDA and ew, sap

It usually involves hands (don't be dirty!); a hand on the back, on the shoulder, Lisgoe using Ross' shoulder as an armrest because he's a habitual leaner

On a few occasions, because kissing is NOT what he does (other than... mhm), Lisgoe has a tendancy to kiss the corner of Ross' mouth

And Ross Gaines feels NOTHING about this! He's so NORMAL about it! It totally doesn't take him a moment to steady his breathing because he's SO UNAFFECTED, HE'S ROSS GAINES FOR GOD'S SAKE!

Lisgoe trying to find ways to make Ross swear (which is a rare occurance as it is); sometimes it's because he finds it funny, other times because it's very attractive - it depends on the situation

"I don't understand why someone people don't possess any basic understanding on how to act like normal people. They're vile"

"They're worse than that, surely"

"... I'm not doing it"

"Come on, you're itching to say it. Call them an asshole, or a twat, just let it-"

"They're a bunch of wankers. Happy?"

"Very"

Them being an absolute power duo

Ross is the brains, obviously. He's logical, quick-witted and is able to work his way out of any puzzle - what he lacks in strength, he makes up for in knowledge and application

"I appreciate the effort you put into your story, but I know for a fact that it doesn't add up. And I think you do too, am I correct?"

Many people assume Lisgoe is the "muscle" (in spirit, we all know he's tall and lanky), and that isn't wrong. But, due to the nature of his work (and the fact that he's a tyrannical bastard), he's VERY good at reading body language and facial expressions. The slightest nervous twitch or smug smirk, he'll catch on no matter how small it is

"You're scared. Why? Because you know you're fucked? Or is it because you know I'm about to dash your brains into the fucking pavement?"

Both of them getting jealous when the other gets flirted with; Ross has silent rage, while Lisgoe drags the person away and sorts them out himself

Them being the most feared couple in Royston Vasey

Them REVELLING in their reputation

[ficklecat]

AW HELL YEAH OC THIRSTY THURSDAYS ARE BACK

8, 18, 25 FOR THE EPIPHYTES BAYBEEEEE

25 freebie: what would they do if they encountered a ghost? 👻👻

HAHAHA I so appreciate the hype 😭😭😭 (and that last one 😜)

8. What do you think had the biggest impact on you growing up?

Violet: “Definitely my parents’ divorce. Always stuck in the middle, watching my mom try to push her regrets away and force a do-over onto me, my dad always trying to play the good guy…it sucked. It made me feel and believe a lot of things that weren’t true - about love, about myself - and I really had to figure it out on my own. I love my parents, but I wish they didn’t imprint their struggles onto me. I’m just grateful I can recognize it now and overcome it. Having better people in my life really helps that.”

Manny: “I would say it is a combination of things but a big impact was my father being here without my mother. Growing up without a mother present, but knowing she is still living and still loving you from so far away is so strange and at times very hard. My papa obviously had a difficult time but he never considered himself a ‘single father’ in the sense that he did not have the support of a wife. He taught me to be hopeful and optimistic and to carry love in my heart no matter how heavy it is because of that. My mama has been trying to come back to this country with my brother for a very long time now, we try not to give up on this hope but it is difficult. I miss her, but I do not know her very well, I was so young when she was made to leave. As a child it is tough to understand that absence, you can get jealous of other children and families. But I am glad she’s still on this earth, and we can call and write and still have a relationship even though she is so far away.”

Finn: “My trauma.”

18. What’s the best way to cheer you up?

Violet: “Honestly just spend time with me. Hugs or cuddles, watch a movie, give me my favorite snacks. I want to be babied a bit when I’m upset, I’ll admit it. But I mean it works, you know? How can I be sad or upset when I’m cuddled up in blankets and someone I love is feeding me snacks or holding me or giving me kisses? Even at my worst, it helps so much to feel cherished like that.”

Manny: “Making me laugh or taking me outside never fails! Sometimes when I am down it’s hard for me to find laughter but I have to let myself do it, and Violet is especially good at this for me. She will always know what to do or say to get a good chuckle from me, like showing me funny TikTok videos or recalling fun times. I find great comfort in that!”

Finn: “Repeated reassurance from people I love. When things are hard I need to be told everything is ok, or that I’m safe or that no one is going to hurt me or leave me. Sometimes it seems like it doesn’t work because I don’t necessarily ‘cheer up,’ I’m not a particularly cheerful guy to begin with, but it alleviates the pain. It’s a tedious thing, I know, but I need it to feel right again. I can logically get there myself, but it’s much more difficult without reinforcement from my loved ones.”

25: what would they do if they encountered a ghost?

Violet: “I totally believe in ghosts, so I’d probably have a TON of questions. If it’s like an evil ghost or something I’d probably try not to give it my name or acknowledge it so it doesn’t get power or whatever. But if it’s just a regular ghost I’d absolutely try to ask it about the afterlife and death and what it’s capable of and all that. I’d be so fascinated. Scared a little of course but like, it’s a ghost.”

Manny: “I think I would have a difficult time understanding what I was seeing. I am unsure about whether I believe in ghosts and spirits and all of that, and growing up in a Christian household I think it would challenge my understanding of the world. I am not particularly religious, but it would have me wondering. Maybe I would go to church again if I was scared enough for my eternal soul!”

Finn: “I don’t believe in ghosts. So I’d probably try to first determine if it was real. But aside from that…I’m not sure. I think I wouldn’t want to know too much. Death is comforting to me, and ghosts are essentially - in some form - an antithesis to that. I think I’d probably be more frightened to know that they exist more than of the ghost itself.”

[sheepkebby]

What do you think Keith's dynamic would be with the other survivors if he were in the Savanna group?

I THINK ABOUT THIS ALL THE TIME-

Keith and Ellis are obviously best friends, and they can never shut the hell up when they're together. They're constantly talking, laughing, singing, just straight up having the best time ever. The others absolutely get double the amount of usual headaches, but at the very least they're glad to see Ellis is so happy to be talking to his buddy again. Plus, there's a lot more light in the group now that Keith and Ellis are bright balls of sunshine together. It's hard not to be optimistic about your chances when two of your teammates are constantly shouting WOOOOOO LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOO

(Also everyone can definitely tell that Ellis and Keith are crushing on each other, and it melts everyone's hearts to see two idiots tiptoe around their feelings for each other like the stupidest ballerinas ever) ((#Kellis for life))

Keith and Rochelle would be absolutely adorable together. Ro treats Ellis as if he were a little brother and Keith is no different. Though, she'd probably treat Keith more like a muddy stray dog she found out in the rain one night. Rochelle thinks Keith is stupid and funny and she loves how he gives Nick noogies. Keith immediately takes a liking to Rochelle and wants to impress her with his stupid stunts. He's about to do a backflip off a cliff and he's like "RO!!! HEY RO ARE YOU WATCHING?? RO! WATCH!!! WATCH ME THIS IS GONNA BE AWESOME!!"

Keith and Coach would be interesting, I think. I mean the obvious choice for a dynamic would be Coach going Dad Mode and being a sort of father figure to Keith, and honestly? I do like the idea, but I also feel like Keith and Coach would be BEST FRIENDS❗❗ Like, they both like rock music and sports and tasty food, they're both Big Boys™ with Big Hearts™ and I bet they'd have tons more in common. I can see them tossing a ball around in the yard before going inside to scarf down the biggest hamburgers anyone's ever seen. Then they stay up late laughing loud as fuck over jokes only southerners would get, and they accidentally keep the entire saferoom awake.

Keith and Nick would have the most fun dynamic in my opinion- Nick has already grown a tolerance for stupid countryfolk after spending so much time with Ellis, but he immediately recognizes that Keith is way more of a bastard than Ellis is. He audibly goes "ugghh" whenever Keith enters the room. The rest of the group has already made it very clear that they won't tolerate Nick's bitchiness if it's genuinely mean-spirited (lighthearted teasing is ok) so Nick isn't allowed to bully Keith as much as he'd like to. Keith, on the other hand, absolutely LOVES bullying Nick. He'll ruffle Nick's hair and wipe his dirty hands on Nick's sleeve just because it's funny. Despite their differences, Keith will openly admit he enjoys spending time with Nick because he's a total badass (and it's funny to tease him, Keith doesn't mean any harm by it anyways). Nick will try and convince everyone that he hates Keith with every fiber of his being, and everyone's like "sure Nick", because they know he was lying when he said he hated Ellis, and he's definitely lying again.

[littlesugarwords]

Since you did the Garcias, can you do the Ericsons kids dealing with a Drunk Clementine, I would love to see how Louis would deal with her.

oooo this is gonna be a fun one lol. obviously trigger warning for those who don’t want to engage with liquor/alcohol writings. I’ll keep the writing under the cut in case you don’t want to read :)

Marlon: Marlon often rejected drinking. Mainly, it was because he didn’t know how he’d react to it. Given how the other Ericson students reacted, he didn’t want to come across as a blubbering idiot. He needed to maintain some decorum. “Be careful, Clem.” He scoffed with a teasing smirk. “You are around a fire.” Of course, Louis was also egging her on - as he always did - to embrace her goofy drunk side. “Oh come onnnnn, Marlon.” She managed out, sticking a bottle out to him. “Loosen up!” “Pass.” He said plainly. Louis smirked, snagging it from her hands. “That means more for me.” Marlon rolled his eyes and chuckled. He really did feel like he was babysitting some days.

Louis: Louis loved drunk Clementine, but he also loved being drunk alongside her. He was more able to convince her to do dumb things with him. “Clem, quick, take your shoes off.” Clem scrunched her nose - it was adorable whenever she did that - and crossed her arms. “Why?” “Barefoot grass race.” Her eyes sparked up instantly. She was game. As they started, they both fumbled to the ground almost instantly, rolling around with drunken laughter in the grass. There were moments like these where Louis forgot the world was in shambles. His world, right then and right there, felt whole.

Violet: Violet loved their drinking nights. It was the one night she felt as though she could truly decompress. Plus, it was hilarious. Louis always became too energetic, Mitch became funny, and Clementine was the life of the party. Every time Violet and Clementine sat beside each other, they fell into stupid giggle fits, laughing about the dumbest things. The randomness of the moment, the way the others spoke when they were drunk, even when people stumbled or fell down. Sometimes, they laughed so hard they couldn’t breathe. Clem made everything fun, but especially on nights like that.

Mitch: Mitch loved drinking with Clementine. It was the one time when she was fully, unabashedly herself. “Bet I can drink a beer faster than you.” Clementine laughed at the prospect. “You’re on.” The two immediately cracked open their next bottles and swung them back. By the time they were done, Clementine fell into a burping fit, attempting to squeeze words out in between them. Eventually, she gave up, and collapsed onto the ground in giggles. The group burst into joy following her. Clem, as always, knew how to bring up everyone’s spirits.

Willy: Willy scrunched his nose when he spotted Clementine giggling and stumbling down Ericson’s front steps. Behind her, Louis and Marlon were smirking, arms crossed or in their pockets, leaning against the exterior of the building. “Is she sick?” Violet, stargazing on the grass, chuckled. “No, she’s very much not.” Clementine collapsed on the ground beside the blonde, chuckling and closing her eyes, feeling dizzy. Willy scrunched his nose even further. “Girls are weird.” With that, he trotted away, off to find Mitch.

Aasim: Aasim refused to drink, but drunk Clementine was a blast. She was far more carefree - infinitely less stressed - and it made him less stressed by proxy. She was always so loveable and giggly. “Aasim! What are you reading?” She always asked questions with such glee and genuine interest. He smiled. “Of Mice and Men.” “Do you like it?” Aasim always felt so understood by her. “Yeah,” Clementine beamed, sipping on more of her beer, fumbling into Violet sitting beside her. The two laughed in glee, and Aasim couldn’t help but chuckle along. Maybe he could put his book down. At least for the next little while.

Ruby: Ruby didn’t want to drink - she was too nervous about embarrassing herself in front of Aasim or saying something dorky - but watching everyone else get drunk was joyous enough. Louis, Mitch, and especially Clementine were the stars of the evening. “Clem, are you sure you want another one?” Clementine was already cracking open another beer from Mitch, giggling at the prospect. “Come on, Ruby. Live a little!” Ruby gave a weary smile, watching as the group slowly fell into mindless games. Tic tac toe, two legged races, and hacky sack. Truly hilarious given how drunk all of them continued to become.

Omar: Omar had never been interested in drinking, only casually. An average night, he'd have one drink and relax, watching all the others engage in the fun. Really, his favorite thing to do was moderate any games. Especially the two-legged race. "Ready? Set? Go!" Every time, everyone fell instantly. It was always his favorite part of the night to help the drunken teens off of the ground.

Tenn: Tenn, reading a book in the study, glanced up when Clementine and Violet wandered in. “Okay,” Violet said, chuckling as she brought the teen to the couch. “I think it’s time for you to lie down.” Clem giggled, flopping herself down on the couch and sprawling out her legs. Tenn glanced between the two, confused and hesitant. Finally, he closed his book. “I’ll read in my room.” “No! You can stay!” Clementine assured. Tenn raised a brow and shook his head, saying nothing more as he scurried away, leaving a pouting Clementine behind.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 💌☕️♡

[marithlizard]

Today's random Helluva Boss thought because actual writing is hard:  the two clown kids playing together in "The Circus". 

It's emphasized repeatedly that Fizzarolli is the talented one, but it's kid!Blitzo whose play is full of creative imagination, and who thinks on his feet and improvises in all his scenes.  You know what Fizzarolli is instead?  He's kind.

He sticks to the idea that his balloon horse is sympathetic to its legless friend and wants to cheer it up! He has no interest in Blitzo's fascination with blood and war and pirates, but laughs and more or less goes along with his friend.   Even when he shows up Blitzo on stage his focus is on moving the performance along, not mocking him. 

How did this nice little boy grow up to be the bitter, nasty star performer? He obviously knows how to work a crowd but his “jokes” are mean-spirited and not in the funny way HB's outrageous edgy humor often is.  I don't think that's an accident or bad writing - we're being shown that Fizz's career is as soulless as his robot replicas, all programmed to hate Blitzo's guts as much as the original does now. 

But I can't write him off as a straight antagonist like Stella, because grownup Fizz just adores Asmodeus.  As soon as his boss/partner is onstage, Fizz throws himself into supporting his performance in every possible way. The two of them seem perfectly in sync and so affectionate, unbothered by the huge power imbalance that's even worse than the one Blitzo struggles with. (They're still both being mean and hypocritical to boot, but they have the kind of relationship both Blitzo and Stolas surely long for but can't articulate.)

I'm so curious about both the backstory here and where the relationships are going, and the S2 trailer suggests we will find out.

[killian-whump]

Honestly kinda wanna throttle some folks on Instagram right now.

Like, I don’t recognize any of the names, so I don’t know what neck of the woods these folks wandered out of... I guess they’re Instagram fans? Is that even a thing? Like, if we’re Tumblr fans... and then there’s Twitter fans... these are... Insta fans? I guess?

Anyway...

I want to throttle them, whoever they are.

I mean, look, I get it. Roasting your fave is lots of fun, given the right opportunity and knowing that fave is cool with it and laughing with you at whatever boneheaded thing they’ve done.

This isn’t... any of those things???

Like, who thinks a heartfelt RIP post about a recently deceased fashion designer that dressed Colin for a few major events is a good place to make jokes of any kind??? Doesn’t even matter what the jokes are about or whose expense they’re being made at. It’s just fucking uncouth.

Secondly, Colin isn’t really cool with it. He’s more the kind of guy who takes stuff to heart. He’s not like Rahul Kohli who laughs it off like, “Hahaha, fuck you guys, my grandma thinks I’m cool.” Colin just... goes quiet, says nothing, and disappears off the face of the earth for weeks/months at a time. He was bullied as a kid. He’s actively spoken out about teasing and nastiness online, in fandoms, and on social media. What part of any of that says, “I like it when my fans roast me over hot coals for the slightest mistake I might make.”

Thirdly, lemme just emphasize the first two points by adding: This shit isn’t funny. It’s just mean. This isn’t like when he retweeted himself saying “Nice” and added “Nice” on it and people replied with, “Nice.” That was, objectively, kinda sorta funny. I mean, he still went silent and didn’t speak to us for weeks, but it was pretty funny - both the mistake itself and some of the responses to it. This... I mean, what’s so funny about him using low resolution images? It’s not really like this was too good of an opportunity for humor that folks couldn’t help themselves. He was obviously on a phone and didn’t realize the images were that low of quality - and really, who the fuck cares?

They were old pictures, anyway. We’ve all seen them dozens of times. Hell, most of us probably have HQ copies of them sitting on our hard drives right now! And come to think of it, they’re also all press shots. I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to use HQ versions of them in any way unless you’ve paid the licensing fees to do so. And sure, people might not care much what we do with them, since we don’t have money for them to take, but they sure as shit care what Colin does with them. Might even be why he used LQ shots. Who knows?

But again, who cares? The point of his post wasn’t to show us those pictures. It was to illustrate the designs of Vivienne Westwood’s that he’s worn, on a post meant to express sadness at her passing.

And those Insta fans, or whoever they are, just totally made a mockery of that in a mean-spirited and cold-hearted way.

And I want to throttle them, because I don’t know if Colin’s internet silence is due to real life issues or just annoyance at ~ gestures vaguely ~ shit exactly like this. And I don’t care. Either way, the best way to make him regret posting at all and make him want to post even less than he already doesn’t... is to do shit like this to him when he does post something. Either way, he doesn’t need this kind of nonsense. Nobody does.

[cf56]

My thoughts on episode 9

SPOILERS for season 3, episode 9 of the Animaniacs reboot

Finally moving on. I really liked this episode! I watched it yesterday for the first time, which was a mistake. I was still upset over the episode 8 review I had just written and I was trying to rush things so I could get this review out the same day. Both of those factors contributed to limiting my enjoyment of the episode the first time around. I watched it again today with fresher eyes and enjoyed it a lot more. It also would have helped if this season was released closer to the holidays so I was in the Christmas spirit when watching this, but oh well. Maybe I'll make a point of watching it again this December.

This episode gave me some of the heartiest laughs of the season, though I'm not sure if some of that humor was intentional. I'll start by covering the Warner segment.

Now THIS is more like it! Sleeping past one is far more relatable to me than waking up at 6 AM sharp. The explanation for the Warners sleeping to reach Christmas faster makes a lot of sense. I would suppose their sleep schedule is nonexistent and they just kind of sleep and wake up whenever.

I was happy to see Hello Nurse make kind of an on-screen appearance! I wish Yakko had given her just a little more reverence, though the joke was funny. It's nice to know that he still keeps posters of them stashed away in the tower. He's still the same old Yakko in some ways. (Say what you will about the sex pestiness of old Yakko, but it was an integral part of his character and made him feel like a real teenage boy, so I'm still fond of it. I don't care that the "Hello, Nurse!" thing is absent in the reboot, but I do care that Hello Nurse herself is absent from the reboot. Kind of sends the message that the attractive women themselves are the ones responsible for the verbal abuse they receive and that the solution to ending it is to take the women away- not just, you know, keeping them around but having the Warners be more respectful to them.)

I don't know how I didn't notice it the first time around, but on my second watch I noticed it immediately, and I went to the credits to confirm- John DiMaggio voices Santa. Now, it's extremely obvious, especially by the end when he starts yelling. All I can hear is Marcus Fenix as Santa.

It's not the first time a jaded and/or jacked Santa has been done in cartoons. I thought it was done as well here as in any other show.

This moment was SO cute to me, when little Wakko just automatically runs up to Santa and hops on his lap. It's always been a headcanon of mine that Wakko has a special love for Santa and Christmas.

I liked the banter between Santa and the Warners, especially when he informs Dot that one of those complaints were hers. These reviews are hard for me sometimes. I don't know if I should make a specific note of every joke that made me chuckle, but know that just because I didn't mention it doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it.

The song was just great. Super catchy and super clever, with both the concept and the lyrics. It points out the scientific impossibilities of what Santa does without spoiling the Christmas magic. It's really, really clever.

This HAD to be done on purpose. The more I look at it, the more I laugh, because you're definitely not supposed to notice it the first time, but when you do it's just so obviously ridiculous. Europe is just replaced by a giant UK. "Spain" is just Cornwall with a star on it. And Yakko clearly points to Cuba when he says Puerto Rico. Looking at how accurately everything else was drawn, I'm very confident this was intentional, and it's SO hilarious.

I loved to see another reference to Yakko's lactose intolerance, and for some reason it was sweet to me that Wakko sang that part and knows that milk would cause trouble for his brother.

You know, this segment is written by the same writers as WARnerGAMES. Isn't it funny that they know about Yakko's lactose intolerance, which was mentioned one time in a random end credits gag in the original, but they don't know how to-

Okay, okay, I'll stop.

The part immediately following this was what made me howl in laughter and fear. Because, look, sometimes I go on DeviantArt to find NORMAL Animaniacs art, but of course that also means I see the other stuff, too, and... I can't imagine what that Godforsaken place looks like right now. They must be feeling how I would feel if one of my fanfic plots was directly adapted into an episode, because this seriously looks identical to some of the horrors I've seen on that site. They even added an inflation sound in the background.

The ending of the song was great! Seeing Santa getting pelted with presents in silence as he stands in the wreckage of his shop was super funny.

Santa's yell at the end was seriously just Marcus Fenix. That exact voice line could be inserted into Gears of War and I wouldn't blink an eye.

Now, with "How the Brain Thieved Christmas", I feel really dumb. That's because, even with the blatantly obvious title, I didn't realize that Brain was supposed to be directly parodying The Grinch in this until the very end. I think I might've seen some people upset over how he's evil in this? I don't really have a problem with it. It's more of a "bah humbug" kind of thing than an "I want to cause misery to everyone" kind of thing, and he gets redeemed at the end like The Grinch.

Pinky's big ol' gremlin face silently rising in the background really got me!

Yes, when will we ever figure out what the fidget spinner is supposed to do? Will science ever find the answer?

At first I was skeptical that a Pinky toy would actually logically sell well, but then I realized how awesome it would be to have a basically sentient toy that responds with dumb, funny one-liners to everything you say. This future might not be too far-off in the real world...

It's really funny when the little girl starts singing, because you immediately know where the entire rest of the episode is going to go, and it's just a slow descent as Brain desperately tries to prevent what we all know is definitely going to happen.

This part through the end actually made me get a little watery-eyed. I know that wouldn't have happened if this hadn't been such a spectacularly emotional week for me already, but the emotional weight was well done here.

I question the logistics of returning hundreds of millions of presents in this manner, but whatever. I think this proves Brain always had a way to return the presents ready to go, so he wasn't entirely planning on destroying Christmas the whole time.

Again, would have hit harder if it was actually the holidays.

I thought it was a great episode. I don't really have any complaints. The longer, very clever song was desperately needed in a season that has been strangely devoid of them. I'm not sure if I like it more than Do It Yourself. I think DIY still edges it out for first place for me, but this episode's song was really great and will immediately join the upper echelon of Animaniacs songs in my mind.

This episode could go above episode 3 on the ranking. I'm not gonna put it there, though. It's a very solid third place for me.

Episode 6

Episode 3

Episode 9

Episode 7

Episode 4

Episode 2

Episode 1

Episode 5

Episode 8

Where we stand now, at least half of the episodes this season (down to position number 5) have been really good to me. Only one has been legitimately bad. Episode 10 has a lot riding on it, I think, as far as my final opinion of the season will go.

So, this is it. I'm approaching the end. One more new episode of Animaniacs to watch, probably ever. I can feel my chest tightening over the thought. You know, if I just decided to never watch it, I could always say there's still more new Animaniacs out there I've never seen. It would never end for me. Maybe I could watch one minute a year and keep the new content flowing for 25 more years.

I encourage you to add to the discussion of this episode if you want. Don't say anything about episode 10. I need to experience it for myself.

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Look at the molars on this guy

[inkedmyths]

S1: E10 "Asylum"

Another one bc people won't shush and I GUESS I owe you guys. Blah blah blabbity blah

Oh an Asylum. Very classic horror ofc

Police officers? Interesting

Classic ghost story about a haunted asylum. Seems pretty par for the course

Of course they split up why wouldn't they

Oh! Look there are actual kids in here! Lol

WOAH he just appeared hello. I don't think that's him. Or he's possessed.

[ Kayla makes an allusion to her getting bullied by asylum ghosts last week. I know she works at an abandoned asylum, so I do not question this. ]

OOOH MUUUUURDER! SLOOOKIKY MURDER

[ I meant to type spooky. I have no doubt this mistake will be immortalized. ]

The man can barely work a toaster! Sam what's the context. Sam did your dad set a toaster on a fire

Oh are they having some kind of schtick. Sam smacks Dean and then gets more info that way

"Good cop" sure

[ Crepe says she can never tell if Supernatural is copaganda or not. My assumption is its a mixed bag, because what 2005 show starring white men would lean into any kind of ACAB concept. ]

Dean making fun of Sam for being psychic lmao

Dean if you keep making Shining jokes ur gonna get smacked. Again.

Bestie that's noooot a healthy relationship to have with your daaaad

[ Kayla laughs. I know enough about this show prior to watching to know that Dean has extremely pronounced daddy issues. ]

A PSYCHIATRIST? HELLO

This is so. Oh my god.

The psychiatrist is listing off issues in his head as Sam is trying to needle info

"You took forever" Sam had an actual appointment with a psychiatrist lmaooo

Oh look teens. Stupid teens

Please girl you should just LEAVE if he doesn't tell you that he's taking you to an abandoned asylum that's your sign to leave!!! Leave his ass!!!

OH HEY WHAT THE FUUUCK DOPPLEGANGER SHIT?? HE MADE OUT WITH A GHOST???

UH GUYS I THINK I SAW ONE OF YOUR MISSING BODIES OR SOMETHING

Obviously a lot of ableism happening here but that was expected

Kinda loving the music and atmospheric noises

OH HELLO

He shot a ghost

[ Crepe says its the lore. I know. Its still objectively funny. ]

Didn't hurt him, huh? Interesting

Oh its the teen! Hello teen gal

Oh ofc white blond girl dedicated to her kinda shitty boyfriend. Just like in real life

LMAO DEAN "Pay attention to horror movies"

SHE KISSED ME and Sam is like "Hwuh"

UH OH SHES BEEN YOINKED

Face it! Look at it!

Oh? Whats it saying?

137?

Going it alone is probably not a great idea

"I had a crappy guidance counselor" djdhsgsg

I figured. Something doesn't want them leaving.

Ok, so something bad happened to the patients, maybe this doctor was evil or something. The spirits are trying to... warn them? Get justice?

[ It's generally agreed that this is pretty much the standard for spooky asylum stories. ]

Oh cool the gal knows how to shoot a shotgun! Good for her

Was that even Dean calling? It was all choppy...

Oh this is where the cop guy went and lost it

Ohhh whisperssss spoooky

OHHH yep evil doctor ghost. This is just that one Dead by Daylight villian

[ There is now a brief moment of distraction, as Crepe said she thought the villian was "latex suit guy". After some discussion, it is revealed that she had mixed up Dead by Daylight with Until Dawn. ]

Oh there he is. He's not fine though. He's lying he's lyyyying

Oh boy Sam's got his head messed with and just rock salted his brother

Well I mean its like. Its like all his problems and issues have been brought to the surface

Man this is a scene

So much brotherly drama

Getting shot with rock salt has gotta hurt like a bitch

BEHIND YOUUUU

Ewwww there's the body

Gooooodbyyyyye evil doctor

You did mean it on some level Sam

Oh boy! There he is! On the phone! Bastard mc Bastard!