#so instead have this mashup of ideas

[buddietommys]

// ||bucktommy and tevan|| OOC content is mostly because Tommy and Eddie wouldn't be wrapped up in mafia business lmao //

Mafia!au where Buck works at some tiny bar in a really shady part of LA. He isn't oblivious; he knows who he needs to avoid and who he should be friendly with to avoid any type of misunderstanding or altercation. He's not above getting into fights and can hold his own, but he doesn't want to worry his sister. Speaking of his sister, she really wants him to leave his job. Maddie tells Buck that she can pick up another shift at her job, but he refuses to have her work more hours. Buck wants to make enough money so he can move with Maddie to a tiny house in the countryside, far, far away from this part of their lives. He's always felt like a fuckup and blames himself almost daily for their parents leaving them in the dark once Maddie turned 18. Maybe if he wasn't so stubborn or so defiant, their parents would have stuck around instead of leaving Maddie to care for the both of them. He remembers the yelling the most, especially on his hard-to-sleep nights. Buck works late hours at the tiny bar, and usually that's when shady characters tend to start making their way inside. He always gives a small nod in acknowledgement, and at this point he knows what certain customers get and just pours out the drinks. Two drinks in particular he remembers like the back of his hand: whiskey on the rocks, and it cost exactly ten dollars, yet these two men who walk in flashing their expensive watches and rings will always slip in an extra amount of cash, "keep the change beautiful." A wink and a slight brush of fingers on his hands always send shivers down Buck's spine. He never takes the money and never acknowledges the few hundred he sees folded neatly. Buck isn't stupid, and he wasn't born yesterday. He knows that these two men are definitely some type of gang members, and the cash they try to slip him is probably money made in some type of illegal activity (murder? bank heist? A hit on another gang leader?? Buck watches too much TV, and he blames Maddie for leaving those true crime documentaries on in the background.) They never comment on him not taking the cash, but he feels their eyes on him when he moves across the bar. He can't put his finger on it, but their eyes always have a certain fire behind them.

/hunger/ /desire/

Two words that come to mind as predators looking at prey, waiting for any opportunity to pounce. The taller and bulkier one of the two always approaches him first when he clocks out of work. "You know, gorgeous, you can take the cash; promise we won't bite if you do." The shorter one with the perfect combed hair and a tan that always looks sun-kissed is always the first one to try to hand him the money. "You know, if I were to guess, I would think you're avoiding us, darling, and I hope you aren't, cause that hurts our feelings." he would say with a slight smirk and a chuckle. Buck hates these two, but god, he cannot deny how unbelievably handsome they are, but he isn't going to put Maddie and himself in shady business just for dick. He just says no thank you and walks away into the night. They never follow, and they don't talk further, but he always feels eyes on him when he walks back home (he takes different routes when walking, but he can never shake the eyes he feels stalking him). These two strangers somehow have slithered their way into his mind and his work, and he can't stop the nagging feeling that something is going to happen.

And oh boy does something happen. It was fast and it was extremely sudden, but one day after walking home after an extremely tiring shift, he feels a hand grab his wrist, and as he tries to swing with his other hand, he feels something cold on his neck. 'a knife' he thinks to himself before he could say anything. He's hushed by his assailant. "If I were you baby I'd stay quiet. Trust me, I don't want to put a scratch on your pretty little body."

Oh, he knows this voice, and all Buck can say is a simple "fuck."

He hears a laugh from behind him, and the hand that was holding him along with the knife to his neck is lifted. Buck immediately spins and notices the two men who have been trying to give him an absurd amount of cash for about a month staring right at him. "Hey doll face, fancy meeting you here," says the shorter one. Buck lets out an annoyed laugh. "Well, you have my attention. What do you guys want? If you're going to mug me, just leave me my wallet; it was a gift." The two men just look at him with smiles, and the taller one doesn't say anything and instead goes into his pockets and throws several photos into Buck's face. He was going to say something about the absolute dickhead move until he catches a glimpse at a photo. "How did you?" he's interrupted immediately. "We know all about you, Evan; we know where you live; we know about your sister; we know what you eat for breakfast down to the routes you take to go home. We know everything about you, so let's make a deal here." For the first time in his life, he has absolutely no comeback. Words aren't forming in his mind, and he feels his hands getting cold. These two men know about him. Forget about him. They know Maddie. They know where she works based on the photo they have of her leaving her job and the coffee shop she likes to visit. Evan Buckley, for the first time since starting this job, is terrified, and he sees no way out right now. He wants to punch them; he wants to yell for help FOR SOMETHING....but all that comes out is a hushed voice: "What do you want?" The two men look at him, and they just smile at him as if they aren't two predators holding him hostage. "For starters, call us by our names, cariño, my name is Eddie, and my friend here is called Tommy. What we want is simple. We want you." the one that introduced himself as Eddie grabbed him by his chin roughly, "we've had our eyes on you since you started working at that bar, but waiting is getting boring, and we're impatient when we don't get our things." The taller one, who he now knows is called Tommy, goes to pick up the photos and neatly organize them again into his pockets. He just smiles a sickly sweet smile at Buck "We tried doing this nice, but you seemed to ignore us either way, so we figured a little pushing would make this quicker."

Buck is now forced into a whirlwind of emotions and feelings, being forced to be arm candy to not only one but two high-ranking Mafia members and having to do whatever they want just to make sure that Maddie doesn't get mixed up in this mess.

[astralcurses]

why do i smell coffee :standing emoji: its 2:30 am and theres no coffee anywhere NEAR my house girl what

[quiet-onset]

seeking refuge

pairing: carmen berzatto x reader

wc: 1.5k

summary: carmy is having a day, and you want him to get lost in you.

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact!!!, unprotected sex, overstimulation (character and reader)

a/n: is this realistic? probably not. but that's why it's fanfiction! i truly do not remember writing most of this, but i was looking through my wips to find something work on and came across this already finished fic from last year lol. enjoy!

He had the look in his eye. That look had him curling in on himself, shoulders slumped as his mind ran wild. Every once in a while, he’d get lost in his own thoughts, a complete mashup of all the anxiety-inducing shit he’d ever encountered. Money, renovations, Michael, don’t miss NA meeting, walk-in door handle, Ma, menu, run menu ideas by Sydney, Sugar, and oh shit, Sugar’s baby, right, I’m an uncle—

“Carm?”

Like some sort of psuedo-siren, your voice called him back to stable ground, away from troubled waters. Still, he was merely wading when his eyes focused on you. His lips pulled up in an anxious smile, the best he could give you at the moment. “Hey, sorry, hey. I’m here.” He said, nodding his head. Then, his brow furrowed, and he shook away the confusion. “Wait, what are you doin’ here?”

“Richie called, said you might need the rest of the day off.”

Carm rolled his eyes and stood from the office chair, stepping past you to yell at Richie from the doorway. “Cousin!”

“Uh-uh, you are not fuckin’ up my flow today, cousin. I’m in the zone. Take that anxiety bullshit elsewhere, heard?” Richie dismissed him before he could make his defense.

“Hey, fuck you.”

“Yeah, yeah, fuck you, too. See ya tomorrow.” Richie replied. “I need hands, chefs!”

You chuckled behind Carm, wrapping your arms around his waist. You pressed your cheek against his back and immediately felt some of the tension there roll away. “That training did a number on him.” You commented.

“Too smart for his own good now.” Carmen added.

You leaned up to press a soft kiss against his ear. “Come home, bear.”

It was only a matter of time after that. He’d explained the issue on the way home, or at least tried to. “I dunno, there’s just too many thoughts and not enough time or space. Feel like my brain’s gonna fuckin’ explode, just get lost in my goddamn mind.”

He almost pulled over and dragged you into the backseat at your reply. “Get lost in me instead.”

And he did. He managed to keep himself contained long enough to get home, but once there, he wasted no time. A mere fifteen minutes later, and he had you on your back, legs spread about his waist as his thick, hard cock stretched you open. You held on for dear life as your pussy clenched around him, wet and sticky with your arousal.

“Fuck, you feel good, baby. ‘S exactly what I needed.” He panted. “So fuckin’ wet.”

You could barely form the words to respond, hips canting up with each thrust, chasing the pleasure. Not that it mattered to Carmen, he was content with the sweet moans and whimpers that fell without pause from your lips. He adored the sounds you made and strove to pull them out of you as he pounded you into the mattress. He stopped for a brief moment when he felt your walls tighten, groaning deep in his chest. One hand gripped at the back of your thigh and pushed, spreading you wider. The other slid forward until his elbow was pressed against the mattress next to your head, and he buried his face in your neck.

“Gonna make me come ‘f you keep squeezin’ like that, baby.” His lips brushed against your ear as he spoke, his breath hot and wet against your skin.

“Can’t he-help it.” You whined prettily. “Feels good. Please don’t stop, gonna come.”

“Yeah? Gonna come on this dick?” His hand reached down to toy with your clit, eyes rolling to the back of his head when you cried out his name.

All you could do is nod, your moans getting louder as your orgasm approached. And then, pleasure so good, tears pricked at your eyes. Your back arched, your breasts pressed into his chest, you moaned his name. That white-hot bliss pulsed in every part of you, almost like it was being torn from you. Your cunt clamped around him, and you’re sure if you looked down, a ring of your arousal would coat the base of his cock.

Like all he needed was your pleasure, his finish hit him like a truck seconds later. An unending string of fuck, fuck, fuck as he pumped his come into you, the white, warm streams of him coating your walls. His balls pulsed hard as he gave you long, slow strokes, the head of his cock nearly kissing your cervix with one particularly deep thrust.

And even though his pace had slowed, his hips didn’t stop. The overstimulation was starting to set in, your stomach flipping deliciously at the continuous pleasure. Still, he was strangely quiet, so you wanted to make sure he was okay.

“C-Carmy,” You whimpered out. “You still with me, bear?”

You expected a pause, a wait, but the answer was immediate. “‘F course I am. Nowhere else I’d rather be. Goddamnit.”

“Carmen?”

“Gotta have you again.”

You didn’t have time to process his words before he was pulling out of you and flipping you over. He hastily grabbed a pillow and lifted your hips to slide it under. Even in the orgasmic-haze that fogged his brain, he wanted to make sure you were comfortable. Still-hard cock in hand, he stroked himself firmly as he kneeled behind you. His free hand gripped at the fullness of your ass, pulling lightly until he could see the mess he’d made of your pussy, a mixture of yours and his come dripping out of you. It might've drenched the pillowcase, but the thought hadn’t even passed Carmen’s mind. He just leaned over you until his nose was buried in your hair, pressing himself into your sweet cunt once more. You let out a loud moan of his name, your tight walls still fluttering post-orgasm.

“Didn’t want your legs to get sore.” He mumbled as he started fucking you again, slow and deep. “Shit, I need to keep goin'. Need to fill you up again.”

“‘S too good, oh my god.” You cried out. At this angle, the tip of his cock brushed against your g-spot with every thrust.

“Gonna let me keep goin’, right? Let me keep fuckin’ my cock into you, fillin’ your sweet little cunt with my come? Gonna let me get lost in you, pretty girl?”

On one hand, you weren’t sure where this Carmen came from. It wasn’t like he was silent during sex, but he never talked this much. Never this filthy. It was like his pleasure controlled him, the overstimulation working double-time to control his body and mind at once. With every word, his pace got faster, his thrusts deeper, inhibiting your ability to speak. 

It wasn’t made better when Carmen wrapped his arm around your neck, his bicep pressing lightly against your throat. A ragged gasp passed through your lips as he gave an experimental squeeze, timed perfectly with a deep thrust of his cock. He pressed his cheek against yours as you nodded eagerly, hoping the response would suffice.

“That’s it, baby, that’s fuckin’ it. So good to me all the goddamn time.” He groaned, hips bouncing off your ass with every thrust. “Pullin’ me out my head, makin’ me feel good. Perfect girl for me. Perfect girl with a perfect fuckin’ cunt, shit.”

He kept going and going and going, only relishing in a short rest each time. A setting sun and four orgasms later — five, for him — he was still burying his overstimulated cock in your overstimulated pussy. You were on your side now, facing him with your leg thrown over his hip. Each slow thrust of his dick and every pulse of your puffy cunt was laced with pain, but the pleasure was still there, too, making it hard to think. But for Carm, his mind was clear, the only thing left a vision of your sweaty face contorted with mind-numbing pleasure-pain.

One hand pulled you closer by your ass, the other brushing your hair off your sweaty forehead. “So pretty like this, baby. Could do this all fuckin’ day.”

“Carm, ‘s too much.” You gasped, eyes wide as you looked up at him. “Feels too good.”

He wiped a tear from your cheek, feeling his balls throb hard, almost painfully, as he plunged his cock deeper into you. “I know, I know. Just need another one, need to keep going till I’m fuckin’ empty. You can do that, right? You can take it.”

And sure, the overstimulation may have been clouding your judgment. But one look at his blue eyes, glazed over and needy, and you wanted to keep going. You wanted to lay there and let him take what he needed until he was spent, till all the anxious thoughts he ever had faded from memory. Your pussy tightened at the thought as you wondered how long it would take before he fucked his mind completely empty.

And just like that, he was coming again. Your sticky walls coaxed it out of him, pulsing around him until his hips stuttered. With the number of loads he’d already pumped into you, you couldn’t even feel the new warmth of his come. You only knew it was there when his cock pushed back inside, and come dribbled out of you and down your thigh.

And not a moment later, you were on your back again, and he was fucking you headfirst into your sixth orgasm. You and Carmen had a long night ahead of you. 

[deconstructthesoup]

I think the reason that Dimension 20 really scratches all those itches in my brain is that it really shows what you can do with D&D---and TTRPGs as a whole.

Fantasy High, by itself, is an incredibly compelling concept. What would D&D look like in a semi-modern setting? What would a high school that's all about teaching teens how to be adventurers look like? And the way it's done is beyond inventive, especially if you look at all the encounters in the first season---we've got a literal food fight, a high-speed road chase with tiefling greasers, a nightclub brawl with zombies, vampires, and werewolves, a skating match with a bunch of dwarven middle schoolers and a concrete golem, a high-stakes game of football (ish) with undead jocks that give off major teen slasher vibes, a fight done in an arcade where characters can get trapped in the consoles, and the final battle is done at prom. PROM! How cool is that?

And then we get to the Unsleeping City, which takes the urban fantasy elements that Fantasy High already had and elevates it. The way the D&D lore and magic is interpreted in a modern New York setting is excellent, as is the whole take on the "American Dream," magic literally coming from dreams, ideas, and the imagination. I know that I need to actually finish the UC saga, but from what I've seen and experienced, it is truly fantastic.

And the same energy carries through to the other seasons---my personal favorite outside of Fantasy High being A Court of Fey and Flowers, just because I'm a sucker for any Fey Realm content and I've been raised on Jane Austen---where the genre mashups shine through in the best way possible. I'll admit, I haven't seen A Crown of Candy, purely because I know how heartbreaking and devastating it is and I don't think I can physically handle it, but the concept of Candyland Game of Thrones is so beautifully bizarre that I totally get why people love it so much. Escape from the Bloodkeep hitting that workplace comedy vibe that we love to see in villains. Misfits & Magic being a love letter to the "magical boarding school" genre while also calling out all the weird contradictions inherent in it. A Starstruck Odyssey literally being an homage to Brennan's mom and exactly the kind of madcap and unhinged energy I need from my sci-fi. Neverafter perfectly encapsulating the true horror of fairy tales. Mentopolis hitting my noir-loving heart and personifying hyperfixation in the best way possible.

I'm not even kidding when I say that, if it weren't for Dimension 20... I probably wouldn't have even started my own campaign. I'd had snippets and ideas ever since officially getting into D&D and joining a game with some old friends (and getting back in touch with them in the process), but after I saw the Mentopolis trailer, I realized just how much variety TTRGPs had to offer. I could do a time-blending, history-meets-future campaign. I could go out-of-the-box. I could have endless amounts of options available to my friends and still tell the story that I wanted to tell. And when I sat down and watched Fantasy High---and when I got that Dropout subscription so I could consume whatever I wanted---it felt like the show was actually giving me advice. It's fantastic.

Also it helps that the episodes are usually only roughly a couple hours instead of being, like, an entire afternoon long. And that each season is 20 episodes, tops. No offense to Critical Role, but the sheer amount of content literally makes it impossible for me to get into it.

[cerebralisis]

Has Taylor been drawing connections to Barbie’s journey from Barbieland into the real world?

I rewatched Barbie a few days ago after streaming the Amsterdam N3 show and found some interesting parallels, particularly the scene where Barbie and Ken go through the transportation sequence.

Like Barbie and Ken, Taylor and Travis started their journey by setting off in the getaway car (a rather loud hint at how this whole thing is gonna end). Since then, Taylor has played Getaway Car twice - once in Melbourne mashed up with August and The Other Side of the Door, and again in Edinburgh mashed up with The Bolter - three more songs that reference cars.

Next, Barbie and Ken ride in the boat. I’m sure by now that most of us have seen the Taylor-Travis pap-walk on their way to a boat ride - with the chessboard sweater and the not-so-subtle AO3 shot in the background making everyone question if this is just a fanfic. Taylor also played the “murder mashup” which includes a song referencing a boating license and another song used in a movie where they boat through the marshes of North Carolina.

From the boat, Barbie and Ken move onto the rocket ship. This is substantially more challenging for them to recreate, but I did notice that there were a hefty amount of spaceship/rocket references throughout June. Most notably: a new merch drop featuring the Down Bad spaceship and lyrics; a TikTok from Ice Spice where she’s reading the WSJ issue featuring Karlie Kloss as a “Rocket Woman” that’s “suiting up at Spacex;” Kam yelling out “bolt ya rocket” during WANEGBT; and a timely insta post from Travis promoting the Accelerator Rocket Pop energy drink (while wearing a Ken wig?)

After that, Barbie and Ken ride bikes through a scene set with windmills in the background, which heavily implies the Netherlands. This is what caught my attention because - while Taylor was in the Netherlands for Amsterdam N3 - she sang imgonnagetyouback, which of course has the line about smashing up your bike. She then sits down at the piano and says “I mentioned bikes, and man do you love bikes in Amsterdam! You just see a bike rack with 3,000 bikes on it.” Then, Travis was papped riding a bike out in Amsterdam. All of this happened only a week after Travis told us on his podcast that he suggested riding out on stage on one of the Blank Space bikes (before Taylor came up with the idea to make him a circus handler instead).

Next in the sequence are a camper, snowmobile, and rollerblades, so we will have to keep an eye out and see if there are any related hints.

It wouldn’t be the first Barbie reference that Taylor has made. In addition to all her Ken lyrics, I’m convinced that Peter references the Barbie movie with the line: “I hoped you’d return with your feet on the ground, tell me all that you’ve learned.” To me this feels a lot like Barbie choosing the Birkenstock over the high heel so she can go to the real world and learn the secrets of the universe. Especially when contrasted with “in stilettos for miles” when Taylor is lamenting her misery during I Can Do It With a Broken Heart, as if she’s stuck in Barbieland.

What do you think? Am I just cherry-picking or does the transportation sequence seem like an intentional countdown? Given the themes of the Barbie movie, the connections are hard to miss.

[au-wannabe-the-very-best]

Hisuian Zorua Akari AU with a mashup of Akari From Our World, sorta. Same idea, not entirely the same Akari.

Rather than Akari just getting yoinked from our world and dropped into the Pokémon world, she dies and is reincarnated as a Hisuian Zorua. In this AU, she's tried her best to play all of the games, and in situations she couldn't afford it, watched other people do playthroughs while fantasizing about how she would have done it.

As a result, unlike in the main branch of Akari From Our World, Akari knows the BW games. And she liked them. A Lot. The entire region was completely made up of Pokémon that were entirely new, instead of just introducing some new Pokémon to add into the already existing dex. Which means there's way more new Pokémon than ever before! She hyper fixated on this game well past when it lost it's spark. People were moving on to the next three games while she was stuck with her eyes glued to the BW games.

So, yes, she knows who the Subway Bosses are. She adores them. They're the only facility heads who open their battle facility early on and allow you to enter regardless of your badge count! You don't need to be champion or anything. Which means it's a serious battle facility that's open to non-competitive battlers! Which is adorable?? Akari thinks that's really sweet!!! Everyone's allowed to try!

And now she's a Pokémon in the Pokémon world. Which means the first thing she has to do is figure out how to get to Unova— oh never mind she's already there. Okay the first thing she needs to do is FIND THE SUBWAY BOSSES.

She's a Pokémon now and she wants to do Pokémon battles even if she isn't the trainer AND. she wants her trainer to be a SUBWAY BOSS.

She finds the Subway Bosses really easy, of course. All she needed to do was head to Gear Station, which meant getting on a train and waiting until the intercom says they've arrived to Nimbasa's Gear Station.

First twin she finds is Ingo. She gets so excited she leaps at him and starts nuzzling his face before her Human Sensibilities kick in and she's like. Am I rubbing myself all over this grown adult man??? What is wrong with me???

Ingo of course is unaware of all of her thought process and just got pounced by the friendliest and weirdest looking Zorua he has ever seen.

[queenendless]

👻🦇🎃 Spooky Lovin' (Various JJK ft Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Female!Reader) 🎃🦇👻

A/N: Just my headcannon on an imagined scenario with the JJK cast celebrating Halloween together and they're all A-OK and happy and 😭🤧❤️‍🩹 There are ships/pairings in this here and there plus the costumes I thought of for them all that took forever to think of! Spooky romantic fluff. Cause writing that vampire AU 18+ piece is ... hard.

Pairings: Yuji x Megumi, Nobara x Maki, Yuta x Rika with hints of Yuta x Toge, Kokichi x Miwa, Shoko x Utahime, Nanami x Haibara, Mai x Momo, Yuki x Choso, and Satoru x Suguru x Fem!Reader at the end.

All credit for JJK cast goes to Gege.

* Please DON'T plagarize, translate, or repost my FANFIC content. Reblog, like, and follow instead.

I hope you enjoy. And —

HAPPY HALLOWEEN~!

THE CAST'S HALLOWEEN ATTIRE!

🎃Yuji in a tiger onsie and his usual sneakers with black face paint on for the whiskers and the nose.

🎃Megumi as wolf boi with just a wolf ears headband on … he was willing to put those on for his Yuji bae and that's all you're getting.

🎃Nobara as OUAT Aurora with a sword because she is a cute badass.

🎃Maki as OUAT Mulan because I like her warrior armored suit. Blame the fanarts I've seen.

*Plus seeing fanart of those OUAT girls together made something click.

🎃Toge as the Mummy. Better that than automatically putting him in a sushi roll suit.

🎃Panda as Frankenstein's Monster. In the torn up black Frankenstein jacket, stitches painted on, Frankenstein bowler head wig, and bolts in the neck. It was either this or Killer bear.

🎃Yaga as Dr Frankenstein. Labcoat, gloves but with his shades still on. Makes perfect sense.

🎃Yuta as Bendy the Dancing Demon.

🎃Rika as Alice Angel

*They both start off cute then become quite terrifying but in the best way.

🎃Kokichi as Victor from The Corpse Bride.

🎃Miwa as Emily THE Corpse Bride.

🎃Nanami as Captain America cause I got the idea from @TimieTate on twitter. But he keeps said cap off. He'll keep the shield just to see the fanboy within faces Yu, Yuji and Ino come to life.

🎃Yu Haibara as Iron Man cause I like Stony and it all fits now. Also he used face paint to add in the beard goatee combo.

🎃Ino as a zombie with the usual horror makeup with green skin, bloody cuts, and he's a cutie wanting brains~

🎃Shoko as Sally

🎃Utahime as Genderbent Jack Skellington with a Zero plushie.

🎃Momo as Sabrina the Teenage Witch. Just the poofy velvety black dress, witch's hat, It was the broom's fault.

🎃Mai as Salem Saberhagen/Cat. It's just in a velour jumpsuit with an attached tail, layered choker necklace, cat ear headband, and ankle boots.

🎃Todo as a crossdressed Takada … cause why not.

🎃Choso as Netflix's Castlevania Dracula, with his hair loose to match. Also because of the whole blood thing.

🎃Yuki as Lisa Tepes also from Netflix's Castlevania cause they're both independent and stubborn and it just made sense to have them pair up.

🎃Riko as Wednesday Adams

🎃Kuroi as Morticia Adams

🎃Toji and Shiu as Sam and Dean Winchester. Just wearing leather jackets, rustic shirts, torn jeans and boots for the rugged look. Doesn't matter who's dressed as who. They can both make either roles work.

🎃Noritoshi Kamo as Hellsing's Alucard

🎃Junpei as Ash Williams. OG Classic. With detachable chainsaw toy hand.

🎃Nanako as Mitsuri Kanroji

🎃Mimiko as Nezuko

🎃Tsumiki as Shinobu

*They all got the wigs and custom made toy Nichirin swords. Also because Tsumiki and Shinobu share the same seiyuu. It was either her or Yor from SPY X FAMILY. Lord knows Gojo, Geto and Megumi would never want to see this girl in that kinda getup; overprotective they are.

🎃Mei as Disney OG Ursula. They both have white hair and do business with high rewarding profits. I had trouble figuring out a costume for Mei, okay!?

🎃Ui as a Flotsam Jetsam Mashup. Devoted brother/minion, so be it.

🎃Kusakabe as a Scarecrow. Apparently he's a fearful man that is courageous when it counts. It all fits.

🎃Akari Nitta as OG Disney Cinderella. Cause why not? It's cute!

🎃Ijichi as Zorro. Be a brave badass, my man!

*Those two are doing a callback to A Cinderella Story; the OG one, where Sam is Cindy and Carter is Zorro. Ergo, neither pair are couples.

🎃Arata Nitta as just a bedsheet ghost. He's timid as hell according to his wiki so there.

🎃Satoru as Wassup Ghostface

🎃Suguru as Viper Ghostface

🎃You as OG Ghostface

*Cause I gotta put my favorite horror character of all time in this and seeing fanart of them as Ghostface is a big turn on~! Plus Gojo gives Wassup vibes. And Viper looked so cool for Geto. And yes you be representing the OG!

🎃👻🦇 🎃 👻🦇🎃 👻🦇🎃👻🦇🎃👻🦇🎃

Fall has come.

Warm colored leaves whisking in the cold blowing winds.

And so much rambunctious chatter teemed the atmosphere.

The annual Halloween carnival fair has arrived.

"Fushiguro! Let's go on that ride next!" Yuji cheered enthusiastically as the pair rode the flaming pumpkin head shaped go bumper car.

"Fine fine! Just keep your eyes on the – ACK!" Megumi grabbed those mochi cheeks of Yuji's to make him face forward, both jerking forward as they got slammed in up front by another go cart.

"Itadori-kun! Eyes on the road!" Junpei laughed.

"You two can get it on later, ya know~" Ino teased, grinning, innuendo jokes going hard.

"Ino-san, please don't egg him on." Megumi grumbled, bashfully avoiding eye contact.

"If he wants to, sure." Yuji made it all seem so simple.

"WHAT!?" All three exclaimed in shock, startling the other drivers and passerby, earning him a hard yank on his tiger hood.

Mingling outside a food booth

"Mmm, umai~!" Nobara's eyes lit up with actual stars in them as she eyed her crepe with bat and spider sprinkles paired with chocolate sauce. "Delicious and Insta-worthy~! Maki-san, what do you think?"

She smacked her lips in afterthought, eyeing the"With the black and orange dyed cone, matching sherbert ice cream gave off that spooky pizzazz to put one in the festive mood "Not bad. Too much though."

"Hmm … then finding the best cammable sweets for Maki-san is our goal for this all Hallows Night!"

"Don't go overboard, baka." Maki bopped her on her crowned head, endearingly smiling. "Cause we're burning all this sugar in our workout tomorrow."

Nobara saluted. "Yes ma'am!"

From down the road, sitting at a mini table set up outside another food both, Mai scoffs at the sight. "Maki, what do you see in that girl?"

Giving heated glares to some passerby that were giving cat calls to Mai, Momo "Your envy is warranted but not tonight. Now have a spooky berry." Momo plopped a bloody frosted one from her decorated strawberry coffin into her partner's mouth.

"Out of all the people, she chose to date … her." Mai muffled through her full mouth.

"I heard that, you know." The Kyoto pair looked up to see Mai's twin and her bae standing there; Maki a bit facially irked whereas –

"We BOTH heard!" Nobara's seething face was too close for Mai's comfort; Maki restraining her from going feral, though Mai looked undisturbed.

Oh? I didn't see you there." Mai's false smile had Nobara shooting steam out of her nostrils.

"She means well." Momo; understanding Mai's protectiveness over her twin, just sat there and ate those berries away.

The baseball struck gold as the bottle tower collapsed with ease.

"Alright Nanami-san! Perfect aim as always!" Haibara cheered, clapping before pointing at the prize he wanted hanging above their heads. "How many prize booths does that make now?" Haibara beamed, arms full of stuffed toy prizes.

"This would be the fifth one. I believe we've reached a moderate amount at this point." Nanami stated, adjusting the strap keeping the star spangled shield on his back, as they walked off with their reward.

"Yeah. This is more than enough for my sister. Thank you. So here." Picking up his latest prize, he handed the Iron Man chibi doll to his beau. "As a token to remember this night."

Nanami was so taken back by the gesture. "Then you keeping this one would even things up." He plopped that Cap chibi plush right on Haibara's face.

Haibara nuzzled the Cap plush with his cheek. "I'll follow you to the ends of the Earth … Kento."

God, Nanami's heart was getting ready to burst right outta him! "Yu …" Looking straight ahead, he shyly blushed as he kept a hand on Yu's back just in case. "I'll never forget."

On a park bench, viewing the fair from across the way, the two ruggedly dressed drinking buddies were hogging the bench.

"You know spying is a bad look for you, Zen'in."

"Shut it. It's Fushiguro now, remember?" And yet, propped against the back of the bench, Toji kept glancing at his wolf eared teen son walking with his fellow sorcerer buddies through the festive grounds evidently content regardless if he was smiling or not.

"Just go say to your kids already, you big old wuss."

Downing some booze, Toji sighed. "Nah. It's better this way. Besides, his two new papas would kill me in cold blood if I got even close."

"You're actually pissed you didn't get invited to their group gathering." Shiu drolled, getting bonked in the back of the head by Toji's half empty bottle.

"Still though, nothing like a drink and a smoke outside to spend the night away." Shiu mused, smoke slipping through his lips.

Toji's semi bored eyes suddenly became focused as they trained on a former target that now alluded to his sights after slipping inside one of the many houses of horrors littered around the fair grounds.

Holding hands tightly, Riko and Kuroi jolted and squeaked among the many other costumed attendees from every jump scare triggered by the gory horrifying figures coming every which way.

"Riko-sama, it's okay if you don't want to keep going."

"No! I can be brave through this! Just to rub it in those two's smug ass faces! I can do this – mmph!" She bumped into someone's back amiss her self encouragement. Looking up into the blackest eyes of Count Choso who bluntly uttered.

"Boo."

Riko's terrified screams didn't startle Choso in the slightest as she flailed, losing balance, and falling into Kuroi's arms.

"Sorry about him, Amanai-chan. Just trying to get him in the spooky spirit is all." Yuki's head popped out from behind him, apologetically smiling.

"An incarnated object … in the flesh!" She was as terrified as she was astounded at being in his presence, especially when he punched a screeching animatronic that got too close for comfort.

"Another former Star Plasma Vessel." Choso pointed out dryly.

"I chose my own path going forward of my own free will, same as you. No need to be so blunt about it." Riko stuck her tongue out at the somewhat irked hybrid man.

"Riko-sama, let's get going. We're holding up the others behind us." Kuroi cautioned.

"Yes yes, we're wasting precious time here! The night is still young after all!~!" Not wanting to get kicked out and sued by those running the house, Yuki dragged those three out to the exit, barreling through puzzled exclaiming normies.

In a mock up Haunted Mansion ride, Kokichi stayed stiff but flustered as Miwa held his hand, hugged his arm, and cuddled up next to him in their automatic carriage seat for two.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" She curiously wanted to know.

He nods, fidgeting a bit. "And you?"

"Yes … I'm with you, after all." Miwa's genuine smile spoke volumes to how true she meant it.

"Good." He kissed her cheek all feather-like, earning a glow from her face before she peppered his face all with lipstick kisses, to his dopey smiling face.

"Oh my precious students!" That alerted the two as they spotted their sensei tearing up, to which her date used her Zero plush to pat away those tears.

"Just ignore us. We'll keep mingling with our brethren, that's all." Shoko waved to them, lounging in the fake graveyard setting.

"Not if we get kicked out over it!" Utahime panicked.

"Eh, no big deal." Shoko's usual apathetic shrug.

"You promised me you wouldn't act like THOSE TWO – MMPH!" Utahime got shushed by a smooch. Zero's nose lit up red, smooshed in between them, pouting as they parted. "You don't play fair."

Shoko rubbed her nose against Utahime's, mixing her faded blue powder with her white face powder, smiling proudly. "You make it too easy."

Outside, in a corn maze, Toge was looking ahead over the tops, carried on Panda's shoulders,

"Tsuna Tsuna."

"Go right?"

"Shake."

"Got it. Oh, Yuta, why must you leave us in your wake!? We barely see him anymore! Now he left us behind in this maze!" Panda dramatically tearfully shouted to the heavens.

"Mentaiko."

Turning this and that way, they finally found Yuta. On the hay covered ground. With Rika laying atop him.

"T–Toge! Panda! Uh … I can explain everything! I – It was just a slip –!" Yuta sweated bullets.

"He still cushioned my fall. You're always looking out for me, Yuta, my love~!" Rika gushed.

While he remained calm on the surface; that and his mouth was covered in wraps, Toge was irked at seeing his close friend being smothered by his lifelong love.

"If you two wanted to be alone, all you had to do was say so." Panda suggestively said.

"Uh, that's not – AH!" Getting pulled up to their feet, Yuta blushed at how intense Inumaki's gaze held him with such devotion. Ruffling his hair, Toge was now turning red from what those wraps didn't hide, Yuta laughed a bit at the cute sight, before Panda bear hugged them all. "I – I missed you all too!"

Leaning against the fenced borders of the exit, Kusakabe-sensei stood beside his fellow Scarecrow; a display maybe but still, staying steer clear of any unwarranted hassle.

"Kids … naively enjoying normalcy despite our true reality. As long as I don't get screwed over in the long run, I'm –!"

A clown faced balloon got thrusted in his face.

"Take one. Enjoy yourself. I mean it."

Principal Yaga, handing out spooky themed balloons to adorably costumed kids passing by with their parents, still noticed the somber fear in his eyes. Speaking of kids –

"Come on, uncle! Mom is waiting for us!"

Yaga smiled at seeing Atsuya being dragged off by his Batman dressed nephew, willing to let his guard down for the little guy, a bat shaped balloon in his small gloved hand.

Mei cackling as money rained the sky. "Thinking you can trick me out of my wits," Men with wounded pride crumbled around her. "Only to be treated to my heart's content." They should never have bet straight outta their wallets. "Now that's what I call the best treat ever~!" She was that good at the shooting ranges. And darts. And slamming the hammer to ring the bell.

"Nee-sama, on top, as always~! Perfection~!" Ui applauded in his own odd unsettling way that only his elder sister enjoyed as she laughed madly.

Noritoshi hoped Miwa and the girls' choice of costume for him wouldn't make him feel so … out of his comfort zone. And yet, the various fangirls that adored the character he portrayed had them taking him up on both sides, hugging him arms and giggling nonstop at how fine he looked. Guess letting his hair down and loose made the look really sell. Still …

"I cannot tell if this is better than dealing with curses … or worse."

Getting dragged off to God knows where, an overwhelmed Noritoshi passed the masked Ijichi-san who was mesmerized by Nitta-san as the princess she is inside and out, twirling on the bridge. "I'll make sure not to lose my glass slipper~!" She cheekily jokes.

"I'd gladly carry you should you ever lose them." Ijicji bravely offered.

"Oh thank you Ichiji-san, but I'll manage. Right, Anata?"

All she got from the tarp draped ghost of her teen brother was jerky nodding and an "Eep!"

"He's really shy. But that makes him that much more precious to me~!" She hugged her startled embarrassed tarp brother.

It brought tears to Ichiji's eyes, sniffling. "Ah sibling love … so pure!"

And for Todo. Yeah, a Takada-chan Halloween themed concert was happening nearby. And yes he got tickets to see her. Cross dressed as his #1. The man will wear it with the utmost unbridled pride and joy for his Takada-Chan. And he'd lose it seeing her dressed as the best half angel half devil in history. "Pure and forbidden to all … the perfect balance … that's my Takada-chan~" He'd be on Cloud 9 yall!

SNAP!

"Ooh, another one!" Nanko cheered.

FLASH.

"New pose time." Mimiko softly suggested.

CLICK!

"Okay, one more!" Tsumiki added.

Posing and taking photos with cosplayers of their fave online idols in their demon slayer outfits was too much fun for all those involved.

"PHOTO BOMB!"

A Wassup Ghostface popped up above Nanako's head. Followed by a Viper one appearing between Mimiko and Tsumiki's faces. Startling away their cosplaying acquaintances.

"Our own papas giving us heart attacks, unbelievable!" Nanako complained.

"It was a good scare, though." Mimiko clapped a bit.

"It made my heart jolt right out of my chest!" Tsumiki exclaimed.

"Huh? Where's Mama, though?" Nanako asked.

"She's missing." Mimiko noted.

"I thought you three would all arrive together." Tsumiki reminded them.

Gojo pulled up his mask to beam at them. "Not to worry, girls. The Mrs is fine. Quite fine, actually~" Gojo's purring tone at how fine you looked in your costume did not go unnoticed as the girls mock gagging into their hands.

Geto also pulled his mask up to peck their foreheads. "You girls keep having fun…not too much, though." Geto wanted the best for his girls too, but not around unsavory company.

"Yes, Geto-sama." The twins kissed his cheeks before dragging Tsumiki off to rendezvous with Megumi's group.

The big question.

Where are you in all this?

Photographing the moments, of course.

Entrapping these precious once in a lifetime memories.

Looking over them all from afar, your tender smile gave way to a wave of attachment as tears pricked your vision behind that mask.

This fragile tender peace amiss this cursed world was what you sought-after.

Swaying from the overflow of sentiment, empathy and affection you felt for this found family had you shaking in your actual costumed boots.

"Tell me …" You felt his cursed energy appear immediately, hovering right behind you. "What's your favorite scary movie?"

You felt giddy, butterflies flocking your nerves, smiling nervously underneath your mask. "This one." You pointed at yourself. "Duh." You giggled as he glomped you from behind, lifting your mask off to see your red cheeked beauty. "Lord forbid I wanna remember this night, digitally and soulfully. Doing group hangouts takes lots of planning, coordination and effort – AAH~!"

You squealed as Satoru lifted you up bridal style, spinning you around, marveling at your form highlighted by the moon while the fair lights made your e/c eyes sparkle like the universe laid in your gaze. Matching his Six Eyes perfectly, hypnotized by them as ever, as he kissed you openly.

"Heaven sent … you truly are." Tuffs of his snony bangs tickled your forehead and nose as his face beamed with pride and joy, unbridled love stretched from both ends of his wide smile, all for you.

"An angel for our depraved souls," Feeling those giant clothes hands cup your cheeks from behind, your toothy smile looked up to see Suguru sharing the same twitterpated expression.

"Ghosts having guardian angels … huh. Who'd have thought?" Your attempt at joking only made them give loud, slobbering, open mouthed smooches all over your face as you became a flailing giggling mess.

"Selfie time~!" Satoru chirped as he took tons of them with his phone, lots of laughs and kisses exchanged amongst the many goofy, creepy, and ecstatic faces you three made.

When midnight would soon be upon you all.

"Looks like we're right on schedule." Suguru mused as you three saw everyone that you personally invited eventually convening where the end of the fair grounds and the park meet, fairy lights hanging among, between, and around the tall hanging trees, various spooky tune favorites playing in the background to set the mood.

"Precisely." You threw the heavy ginormous bag you brought with you.

You popped it with the signature cursed energized finger gun.

It rained candy for all assembled.

While some – Yuji, Panda, Toge, Yuta, Rika, Junpei, Ino, Nobara, Miwa, Riko, Yu, Todo cause his lovely Takada-chan's concert had ended early, Nanako, Mimiko, Tsumiki, Satoru who yes scrambled over to get some too – clamored for every piece they could get their hands on.

Others – the adults at least – had restraint or not much interest.

As the fireworks went off to signal the end of the night, so much lively chatter bounced off everyone in animated mayhem, and you could only stand there and watch in amusement, content, and peace.

You wanted to freeze this moment. As well as many others. From back then to going forward.

This world – this reality – was something else.

You found more meaning, a sense of belonging, and heart in being here.

You would shape, bend and change it all to make it the kind of world you wanted it to be.

One where you could protect the smiles of those you feel attached to. Keeping this little slice of semi-normalcy intact, this somewhat safe haven of a life.

And should any curses wreak havoc upon the city – they will be most active on this night after all – this league of sorcerers would exorcise the hell outta them.

Sitting down on the grassy grounds, you were lost in the glowing sight that you got startled as Suguru slung an arm around your shoulders, nuzzling your humming self with his own.

"Truly a memorable night. Well done, love~"

You two jumped as Satoru collapsed before you two, candy stains smearing his lips, but smiling too much to care. "Best Halloween thus far! But next year we gotta top it! We should throw a bash! At our place!" Satoru's eyes were crazed and high at that point.

"Satoru, no more sugar for you tonight." Suguru lightly scolded.

"But Suguru, I feel so good right now~!" You and Sugu sucked the sweetness right off Toru's lips. "Like that but more~! Please love~?" Those puppy dog eyes and pouty lips have you kissing his lips. "Thanks you two~"

Helping Satoru sit up enough to rest on his elbows, you three spent the moment relishing the youthful scenery. Satoru's head rested on your left shoulder, Suguru's head rested on your right shoulder, and you hummed at how warm and cozy and right it all felt.

Calling out to everyone assembled to do at least one group cheer before the clock struck twelve.

Finishing the night off with one last –

"HAPPY HALLOWEEN!"

[jesslovesboats]

Last Line Game

Tagged by my beloved @ripeteeth- thank you!

rules: share the last line you've written, then tag some people, and have fun

I am rarely tagged in these things because I am not really a writer, but I recently decided to dip my toe in and see what happens, so perfect timing! I am working on a Polar Explorer RPF/Old Gods of Appalachia mashup featuring my favorite failson Fred encountering The Horrors in an effort to explain his terrible decision making! It is entirely possible that nothing will ever come of this, but here are some words:

He reached into the pocket of his work pants, his fingers closing around the penny he carried so he would always have a coin to flip whenever he needed to make a decision. The Reform church had instilled in him a deep belief in destiny, the idea that something was always at work behind the scenes to keep him on the right path. All things being equal, he would rather let his life play out the way it was meant to instead of interfering, even with small decisions like this.  Heads for the river, tails for the woods. He flipped the coin. Tails.

Tagging @swanfloatieknight @ephraimwaite @selfconsciousfangirl @petoskeystones @aspiring-weird-old-man @ktredshoes @wildcard47 @theinkyisles @clandestinegardenias but only if you want to, no pressure, and also anyone else who wasn't tagged and wants to play!

[homunculus-argument]

More random Story Ideas That I'll Probably Never Pick Up Because Of The Research, I once though it would be funny to write a story set in the 1700s featuring all sorts of "no that was actually a thing back then" historical stuff that's never featured in historical settings of this era because it doesn't feel like it should, and a mashup of all sorts of things. Also because I like "local idiot serendipitiously finds himself in unlikely places"-plots, the protagonist is a finnish idiot.

I had no real plot beyond this, but the beginning scene has the protagonist in trial for witchcraft. His asshole neighbour sued him after a fist fight, because the protagonist had kicked him in the back and accidentally knocked some mildly dislocated vertebrae in his spine back into the right place while cursing at him. The finnish language uses several terms for Satan as casual curse words, so the neighbour claims that the protagonist called upon the powers of Satan to heal him as he yelled ootko ny saatana paikallas, and while the cursing was taken out of context, there were still witnesses that agree they heard the protagonist call the devil's name, and the man with the famously crooked back suddenly stood upright as he got up.

The protagonist announces - in court - that had he known that he could fix the neighbour's crooked back by kicking it while cursing, he would have kicked him in his crooked head instead. This is taken as an admission of guilt. I have no idea where the story would even go from here.

[dragonagitator]

Gale Dekarios / Modern Girl in Faerun BG3 fanfic snippets & ideas

I've begun writing my very first fanfic, a "Modern Girl in Faerun" author self-insert for Baldur's Gate 3 in the tradition of the "Modern Girl of Thedas" fanfics for Dragon Age.

Premise: A woman who has played a lot of BG3 is transported to the world of BG3, where she uses her foreknowledge of events to pretty much obliterate canon. End game is Gale/MGIF romance, but at an even slower burn than in canon because he thinks she's batshit crazy.

It'll be a very long while before I'll be ready to begin posting chapters on AO3 because I'm writing the scenes out of order whenever inspiration strikes instead of chronologically. But I've been posting occasional snippets and ideas to Tumblr as I go, so here's a pinned post where I'll add links to that stuff in case someone wants to read a bunch of disjointed crap from a WIP.

Criticism is very welcome! I've never written a fanfic before so I fully expect it to be terrible, and I'd much appreciate any feedback that would help make it less terrible before the final draft goes up on AO3.

Scenes & Dialogue Snippets:

Is the somatic component an erection?

Um... what language is that?

200 gold, same as in town

How can you have the word ‘lesbian’ with no Lesbos and no Sappho?

Make. Me. A. Better. Offer.

Should I be jealous of Withers, Gale? I know he's your type.

The Book of Erotic Fantasy

Plot Ideas:

Fucked-up idea for why Gale has abs

I just wanted to fuck a hot wizard but now I have homework

Timeline of major events during Gale Dekarios's lifetime

Gale's and Tara's search for a cure to his condition was a race against time for them both

Gale was picked up in Yartar while headed north to die

The lack of Gale Dekarios / Modern Girl in Faerun author self-insert fanfics is killing me

The nautiloid could have plausibly realm-jumped to Earth

Soulless by Toril standards

Wizard of Waterdeep, meet Wizard of Excel!

Astarion is the only companion who immediately believes the MGIF

Traded My Spoons For Knives

Teamwork makes dream work, and my author self-insert dreams of taking a bath

There's only one God you should be worshipping, his name is Ed Greenwood

I'll be asking Withers to respec me from Accountant to Sorcerer at the earliest opportunity

Crippling existential crisis

I am receiving the Shovel Talk from a flying cat

Where's the CIA when you need them?

How to help Karlach in your post-game fix-it fics

Show us on the Waterdeep map where Gale's tower is???

My Big Fat Greek Wedding / Mamma Mia / Dragon Heist mashup

Oh, so you're the local Goddess of Magic? Well, let me introduce you to Hecate and Freyja and the Morrigan and Isis and...

I've already come up with at least three sequels

Tara would be all over Tav's baby bump

Waterdeep needs the Freedom of Information Act

Speedrunning the Enlightenment

Elminster's portal to Earth seems like an easier way home than asking Lae'zel to please hijack me another nautiloid

Gale as a "Faerun Character in Modern Earth"

[crimeronan]

I know you wouldn't actually write this and I wouldn't want you too, Dykes 4ever, etc., but. As a stray idea. I felt you might appreciate. That with all the talk of early canon Alador needing to "wake up", plus his "lab" and his generally miserable home situation and his neglectful parenting… WELL. where's my mashup fic where instead of becoming a better dad Alador channels his ennui cooking super-duper illegal Wild Magic goop on the side with a cunty Hexside dropout, TOH fandom? where is it???

alador/eda is one of the funniest crackship pairings IMAGINABLE, honestly. they're so frosty to each other in canon (for damn good reason) but god i can't stop thinking about alador having his hot girl summer doing illegal bullshit with eda. odalia thinks he's having an affair and is honestly fine with that, Whatever You Need To Do To Get This Midlife Crisis Out Of Your System, Dear, but then she finds out alador has been giving eda trade secrets for free & becomes Apoplectic.

[roseapprentice]

Look At It, It's Got Depression

Content Warnings: depression, ed, suicidal reasoning, ideas that could prod you toward fascism or the murder-y kind of socialism if you aren't thinking critically

I feel steadily more sure that depression evolved as a strategy to cope with times of famine & plague.

Source: I have depression and I've thought about this too much

Hear me out: What caused most premature deaths for most of history? Infectious disease. When did infections kill the most people? While we were starvation-weak.

We think of evolution as a process that refines survival skills, and that's mostly right. But the drive of natural selection is more precisely, "Make sure something with similar genes exists in the future." And our standard for similarity can get wonky.

Humans' top priority is usually offspring, and next up is a messy mashup of ourselves and whichever other humans we know and like best.

So imagine we're a group of early humans, trying to keep our loved ones alive in hungry plague times. What strategies will help? Eat rarely to keep food available. Scarf down calorie-dense food before it spoils, especially if there's a lot or there's no one around to share with. Be lethargic & pessimistic about adventures to conserve calories.

If we feel extra bad, shun the people we love for their protection. Distrust the outgroup because they're here to either spread disease or take our food. Reconcile ourselves to thoughts of death in case wandering off to die with our contagion/empty stomach becomes the best shot at survival for our friends.

What cues could our bodies rely on to trigger this response? Lack of plant life in our surroundings. Worrying mainly about how to manage limited resources. Lack of exercise because there's no food to hunt & gather. Shortage of contact with other humans because the ones that rely on us most are already dead or deathly ill.

If you're a human living in the 21st century, these cues are probably sounding awfully familiar.

Of course the strategies are useless now. Advances like motor equipment & modern fertilizer turned starvation into a purely political phenomenon; quietly fading away doesn't help your people survive politicial oppression. Cross-cultural cooperation gets more feasible and necessary with just about every new technology. Physical isolation can still block disease sometimes, but a lack of social support does the opposite. It's now possible to isolate with tools & careful timing instead of instinctive exile; and anyway medicine & sanitation have made that need a lot rarer.

If I'm right about the cause, modern human life contains a wild excess of depression triggers and a stark lack of uses for depression. It's an outmoded strategy with a stuck "on" button.

I've never seen scientific literature bring up this hypothesis (though it has to be out there somewhere). But here's why I want to tell people about my weird pet theory despite my having no research behind it:

In the worst part of my depression, I came across a post that helped me hugely. It said, "Depression is when your body wants to die but your heart wants to live."

I didn't feel at all like my heart wanted to live, but the words hit so hard that I started to wonder if it was true somewhere deep down under all the numb misery.

Any moments when I did want to live just fed directly into my desire to die; the wanting hurt so much that making it stop felt like the ultimate priority. The force of my survival instinct was twisting back on itself as if my brain was caught in some weird paper finger trap of death.

This illness was vast and insidious and frustrating and pointless.

But if depression is an adaptive trait, then my experience makes sense. My body is intermittently trying to incapacitate, starve, or kill me in order to protect the people I love. (In some cases that includes incapacitating/starving me short-term to provide for my long-term survival.)

That's a depression I can accept and outmaneuver.

I can say, "Yes, I want to protect us/them too! These people are my heart, and I want my heart to live. Thank you for also wanting that. But your methods stink."

Then I can use all possible cunning to remind my body that my presence is a blessing to my loved ones, that adventures can yeild satisfying rewards, and that there is more than enough food around for all of us to thrive if only some jerks weren't holding it hostage.

When I've laid out this idea in the past to other people with depression, they tend to eventually find it intuitive and empowering in a similar way. (Or else they start humoring me 😛)

So here's me offering it up to the internet in general to see what y'all make of it.

Final note: for the gazillionth time I'm linking to the interactive self-care website, You Feel Like Shit. I find it's an effective tool for precisely resisting this intricate self-sabatage contingency that's been stupidly built into my stupidly overcomplicated brain by stupid evolution.

(At least I think that's what happened)

[imaginatorcreates]

JummBox: Part 10

*taps mic*

I am in awe of how many people have made their gifted tunes their ringtone. My silly lil' tunes, your ringtone?

My head is in my hands.

AHEM ANYWAYS, here are some more

Gifted Tunes

Get gifted peeps!

This is my 24th creation. This is for Mori Moonlet (belonging to @kawaiialeisha). You are insane, keep up the good work /pos

Featuring piano and violin, elegance, a change in time signature (the part in 3/4 I actually made first! So I'd like to think this has two time signatures: 4/4 and 3/4), and holy cow a tempo of 170.

This is my 25th creation. This is for Nova Moonlet and Mori Moonlet (belonging to @ilovethecolorblue and @kawaiialeisha, respectively). This is the second (maybe? I mean who's counting?) time I tried to mash together two tunes together (the tunes I made for "The Locked Tomb" are my first instances).

Featuring guitar and piano, a bit of a twist on some themes, and going "Oh! That's funky!" many times in the process.

This is my 26th creation. This is for Starii and Mori Moonlet (belonging to @dianacoreexe and @kawaiialeisha, respectively). Another mashup of tunes! Though, this is less of a mashup than the previous one. Instead, it's more of...trying to match? Ah, the lovers.

Featuring my best attempt of glass harmonica, as well as violin and piano, this also features themes/ideas pulled from You Began To Dream, and my best to make it sound atmospheric, like stargazing.

This is my 27th creation. This is for Solar (belonging to @bowlfullofsunshine). I only know you as "The Dead Wife Guy™", I'm so sorry. Thankfully I have friends who know Solar better than I do.

Featuring kalimba, bells my beloved, a banjo for sunny days, and a type of "call and response" sort of theme.

This is my 28th creation. This is for, as named, The Space Family, consisting of Nova Moonlet (@ilovethecolorblue), Mori Moonlet (@kawaiialeisha), Starii (@dianacoreexe), and Solar (@bowlfullofsunshine).

This tried to fight me! But, then it surprised me with a little something, which is the second half!

Featuring everyone's themes, my favorite part repeated four times (one for each family member!), a callback to the stars, and found family!

[noonaishere]

Music of the Heart [J.YH] - fifty | no need for sunglasses

You - as it turned out - were a liar.

Well, not exactly. A little bit of a liar. A tiny little bit.

Really, could you truly be a liar if you realize your actual feelings after telling someone the opposite? That’s not what a lie is, that’s just…

Inconsistency.

But you couldn’t figure out what it was that made you feel so the opposite of how you felt earlier when you told Hongjoong you were fine with working with Yunho.

Was it that it was him? You felt you could have seen him in the lobby of Wonderland without having to dive behind Mina’s desk and lie to her again; though, thankfully, you hadn’t had to do that since the first time.

Was it that you would be so close to him physically? Well, you had sat pretty close to him that time at To The Beat’s dance studio, and you were fine then. Maybe that was just because he was absorbed in his phone and didn’t even realize you were there for the first however many minutes you were sitting there, actively pretending that he didn’t exist.

Was it that you were going to be working together? He had helped Jongho for those few days, and you felt fine then…

Oh, no, wait.

You figured it out.

And how dare he?

How dare he be someone you had to work with now - someone whose voice you had to help record and help process and help produce into a good song that would go onto the OST of a Drama soundtrack, for other people to listen to and enjoy - how DARE he have this opportunity for his career, with you as the staff, when he almost ruined your ability to get to where you were now.

You had no idea if you would even be working at Wonderland if you hadn’t been at the right place at the right time, who knows? Maybe if you hadn’t auditioned when you did, you wouldn’t be working with fucking HALA, your favorite artist in the whole world, but that didn’t matter. You might have been in Seoul sooner, with better financial prospects, instead of struggling for years and only knowing about your fateful audition because of sheer chance.

Maybe a lot of life was chance - sheer, blind fucking chance - but plans can be made and dreams and goals can be followed and chased after, and all Yunho did was get in your way.

That was it.

You figured it out.

And now that you did… you were mad again. Re-mad, if there were such a thing. Angry for your teenage self. Feelings you thought you were over, bubbled back up again.

How dare he. You suddenly felt like… he was flaunting it. Flaunting his good fortune after ruining all your plans.

Was that it? Was that all? Were you supposed to take that? Your best laid plans just blown out of the water by a dumb teenage boy with loose lips? You were so mad at him. You stupid, stupid teenage Yunho.

Did you intend to sink ships? Are these your best laid plans, you mouse-made man?

…

That was a good line for a song.

You wrote it down.

Upon making your note, you leaned back in your chair and sighed, hands on your face in exasperation. You were supposed to be working on the ballad mashup, but all you could think about was Yunho.

What were you doing?

You weren’t supposed to feel like this anymore. You didn’t even feel like this anymore until you found out you would be working with him. You had told him off in the hall and sat near him in the dance studio just fine. You were capable of being an adult.

Then why did you feel like such an angry teenager again? Why did you suddenly feel so betrayed after thinking you were okay? Was it because it seemed like your dreams were really coming true? Was it just because he was back in your life again, if only in a cursory way? Was it because you were going to be spending much more time with him soon, even though you didn’t want to?

If you had any money when you first moved to Seoul, you could have gone to therapy and talked to someone about it. If only you had the resources back then, maybe you wouldn't be feeling like this now.

You sighed again.

You had to deal with it; the table meeting to outline the recording sessions was tomorrow and you couldn’t go into it feeling the way you felt right now.

So what was it that bothered you?

‘How does that make you feel?’ a therapist might ask.

Like you were on an emotional see-saw, going back and forth between being fine and not being fine and not knowing why.

You felt angry. You felt hurt.

You thought about the bass in your closet and felt like an angry teen, mad at her parents, mad at the person she thought was her best friend… But still, it was an accident.

He didn’t do it on purpose.

Sure he was stupid for not anticipating that your mom might be listening to what you two were saying in a conversation taking place on the stoop of her home. Though, if you were making a guess, you’d say she was probably listening in because she never thought that you and Yunho could actually be friends since he was a boy and you were a girl and ‘boys and girls just can’t be friends’.

Yeah, in whatever bizarro, heteronormative patriarchy she lived in in her own head, they can’t.

You sighed.

Was it…

The two of you had been close since you first met in grade school. He was a happy go lucky outgoing kid and you were sullen from not being able to do anything you wanted, being forced to start playing violin at the ripe old age of five. He was the only kid in school who thought it was weird and didn’t ostracize you, instead he thought it was weird and felt bad. Every day you came in after he found out you hated it, he always had some activity for the both of you to do to try and bring a smile to your face. You had no idea why this goofy kid you had never met before was so invested in making sure you were happy, but you were grateful for him.

Your gratefulness outweighed your mild annoyance at having him follow you everywhere you went every year after that, as the two of you moved up through the grades together. Him, shorter than you for the longest time, trailing after you with a goofy smile plastered to his face before he finally shot up and overtook you, leading the way in your friendship.

During the school year he’d walk you to and from school and find you during lunch if you were in different classes. In the summer, he’d appear outside your window after throwing pebbles at it to alert you he was around, and the two of you would bike everywhere when you didn’t have violin lessons. You’d go to the field in the neighboring town and eat snacks there, and he’d let you rest your head on his chest - to ‘keep your hair clean’ as he always said - and the two of you would talk about your dreams and what you wanted to do once you graduated high school.

The feeling of the sun on your skin, your eyes closed, nodding off until a sudden shadow loomed across your eyelids came back to you.

Your head on his chest, you opened your eyes. “Yuyu?”

Yunho’s arm was outstretched and the shadow of his hand fell across your face.

“What are you doing?”

“I read somewhere that your eyes can be sunburned if there’s light on your eyelids for too long.”

You chuckled, rolling over to look at him. “Where did you read that?”

He lowered his hand, no longer a need for it. “The internet.”

You laughed.

He smiled at you as he shielded his own eyes from the sun so he could see you better.

“You can’t believe everything you read on the internet you doofus.”

“I don’t believe everything.”

“I sure hope not.”

He looked at you for a few moments.

“What?”

He shrugged. “I dunno.”

You held your own hand over your eyes so you could see him. You wished you had remembered your sunglasses.

“Do you ever think we’ll miss this?”

“‘This’ being this town? Not a chance.” You rolled back onto your back and folded your hands across your chest, closing your eyes.

The shadow loomed over you again, eclipsing the bright yellow-orange hue of sunlight through skin into blackness. 

You chuckled. “If you mean will I miss actually having time to do anything I want because it’s summer, yeah I will miss it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Like, everyone else gets to be a kid when the school day ends, but I have to suffer through school and violin lessons during the school year. At least in the summer all I have is the violin lessons part. I have a chance to relax before I have to be an adult and do… I don’t know. Taxes or whatever.”

He laughed softly, jostling your head as he did so.

You opened an eye and squinted. “Is that not what you meant?”

He shook his head.

“What did you mean?”

“I was wondering if you’d miss this. Laying out here in this field with me.”

You opened your other eye and looked at him for a moment. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Not unless you make me.”

You chuckled and rolled back over, head on your hands on his chest and looked at him. “I mean… I don’t think I’ll have to miss this.”

His eyebrows furrowed as he kept his hand trained so the shadow would make it easier for you to see.

“We’re gonna to be best friends forever, right? There won’t be anything to miss.”

He looked away for a moment.

“Right?”

He sat up suddenly, and you did too so you wouldn’t be thrown off him. He ripped a few blades of grass out of the ground.

“You’ll always be around so I won’t have to miss you. That’s what I mean.”

He looked back at you.

“Right?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

Something unsettled you. You were confused. Is that not what he meant? You thought you understood him now. But how could you possibly miss him if he was always going to be in your life? The question was almost silly.

He checked his watch and stood.

“Where are you going?”

“It’s eleven. We have to get back to my house if you want to have lunch before you go to your lessons.” He bent down and started picking up your things.

“Ugh.” You helped him pick everything up off the ground so you could throw it away. “Maybe you should just murder me and leave my body out here so I never have to go to another violin lesson again.” You laughed.

He stilled.

You looked at him.

“Please don’t say things like that.”

You looked into his eyes. “It was a joke.”

“Please don’t joke about that.” He stood and put the stuff he picked up into his bike’s basket.

You stood and did the same. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize.”

“It feels like I do… I just don’t want to go to violin lessons.”

He nodded as he flipped up the kickstand of his bike and got on. “Just… don’t joke like that, please.”

You fixed your bike’s kickstand and got on. “Did it scare you?”

He looked at you for a few moments before nodding.

“Sorry.”

“You’re a very determined person. I don’t like the thought of you thinking it’s a way out.”

“I don’t…” You nodded and walked your bike over to him and elbowed him in the side with a smile. “Then help me come up with a plan to get out of this shitty town instead.”

He smiled at you and lifted his hand up to shade your face again.

“I should have brought my fucking sunglasses, huh?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“Maybe.” He smiled.

You ‘ahh’d’ in realization. “Oh, if I did you wouldn’t have a reason to show off your large hands. I see, Mr. Tall, I see.”

He chuckled. “Something like that.”

You nodded, understanding. “Alright. Keep showing off. I won’t let you in on my plan to get out of this shithole!” You leaned on the pedals and took off, tongue hanging out of your mouth as you taunted him.

To think that you once thought you and he would be friends until you died and now you were panicking because you’d have to work with him again… but still finding yourself wishing you could go back to that time.

The way he so innocently asked if you would miss lazy days hanging out with him, the way he kept shielding your eyes from the intensity of the sun. Why was he like that? So caring and so selfless.

And then he threw it all away with his big fucking mouth.

You sighed.

You couldn’t keep going in circles like this.

You turned on the poppiest, most dance-worthy music you could think of and let it and the music erase any uncomfortable thoughts. It was the only way you had out of the spiral you found yourself falling down.

You needed to get your head on straight. You had to see him tomorrow and you couldn’t be the one affected. He could do whatever he wanted, he could try to approach you or not or whatever, you didn’t care. But you had to be professional. You had to be an adult. You didn’t know how to deal with it, so you had to ignore it.

Like so many adults do.

After a few songs of mind-numbing neo-disco, you could finally be normal again.

You opened up the file for the ballad mashup and looked at what you had finished before your thoughts distracted you.

It was basically finished.

You stayed up until about 2am finishing it, and sent it to your video editor with your notes.

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Sleepless in LA

being chaotic tonight and choosing to re-edit/rewrite sections of an old fic instead of ya, know, working on a new one. Only the first chapter edit is posted thus far (just replacing chapters as I go)

Title: Sleepless in LA, Chapter 1: March

Fandom: 911

Pairing: Endgame Buddie, assume all other canon ships may make an appearance or not. Lena Bosco/Lucy Donato

Fic summary: Navigating the aftermath of Shannon’s death, Eddie never thought he’d be a widower by age thirty-two and raising a kid on his own without any help. When Christopher calls into one of those late-night talk radio shows asking how to help his Dad, Eddie realizes that he needs to try and move on for Christopher’s sake, so he reluctantly starts dating what everyone tells him is the perfect woman for someone like him. It turns out Christopher, and he have much different ideas of just who they need. Buck has had a terrible year.  His physical injuries from the truck bombing were bad enough but having Ali leave him seems like a sign from the universe that he’s always meant to be alone. Listening to the radio at night, he hears the most adorable kid ever talking about how his Dad is sad and needs a new partner—LA kids are pretty progressive, and this Christopher kid isn’t particular if his Dad ends up with a woman or a man. It almost gives him hope, but who would want to date a firefighter who can’t help anyone? A chance encounter on a pier, a tsunami, and a promise to meet up at the Griffith Park Observatory on Valentine’s Day brings together two soulmates who, in another life, would have met very differently.

Tags/warnings: slow burn, semi-fusion/mashup of Sleepless in Seattle and An Affair to Remember. Romance. Eddie makes poor decisions ™️. Alternative universe. Tsunami-era.

They bury Shannon on a Tuesday. She’d died the previous Thursday. 

Everything has moved at lightning speed since then, except when time slowed to a painful crawl designed to hold Eddie in this new hell he finds himself in. His parents had arrived Saturday, and his mother has a comment about every little detail, like an unfixable leaky faucet. 

Drip. 

How could Shannon leave him again?

Drip. 

Well, Helena says, Shannon had abandoned Eddie and Christopher first, and this was just a pattern of bad behavior.

Drip. 

It is terrible that all of Shannon’s family is dead and won’t be at the funeral to mourn her. 

Drip. Drip. Drip. 

His mother’s words are a continuous, poisonous litany that makes Eddie want to scream in rage at the world until everything stops hurting. 

Read chapter 1 here on AO3

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Ignore the first ask for the mashup modern au secret saying polin

this might be a little angstier (and honestly longer) than I anticipated, so bear with me 💚 The idea comes up when she's drunk and at his apartment, head resting on a pillow in his lap while they watch The Princess Bride, reeling from another date gone wrong. "I just don't get it," she blubbered around a hiccup, gesturing wildly to the screen., where Peter Falk was narrating about how wildly in love Wesley and Buttercup were. The Princess Bride had always been her comfort movie, something she put on when she was feeling low or sick, and when she came over, crying and intoxicated, he'd put it on in hopes it'd cheer her mood (and because he's secure enough in his own interests to admit that he loves it too).

It's not working, neither the movie nor him running his fingers through her hair nor any other strategy he usually employed when she got like this.

"As you wish?" she continued, scoffing around the words. "Does anybody actually do anything like that in real life? Have a phrase that secretly conveys how they feel without them actually having to say it? Why not just say what you mean?" Colin thinks about it for a moment, pausing his hand. He didn't think now was the time to bring up that little things like that conveyed love in ways the actual words could not, reminders of all the things he tells his siblings and loved ones so they know he cares for them (shut up, Benedict; drive safe, Kate; text me when you get home, El; Fran, I saw this in the shop and thought of you; of course you can come over, Pen, the door's unlocked), all the ways love exists between the phrases. "It's romantic, I guess," he says instead, shrugging.

"I suppose," Pen makes another small noise of annoyance, pushing herself up off his lap and reclining back into the other side of the couch. She mutters something else under her breath, rubbing at her eyes with the sleeves of the hoodie he gave her when she came in. "Sorry. I must look a mess." Colin gives her a small smile. "Yeah, but you're my mess," he says, as earnestly and sincerely as he can, because it's not the right time but he needs her to know it, and hopes she knows what he means.

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