#teenie the teen is an inspiration to all like

[weirdmefrom13]

into the goof dimension we go!! i feel so scammed by hermie!!!

[llumimoon]

literally still thinking abt the liveshow. like that will be burned into my memory but also im SO SAD bc i think bc of technical difficulties this show isn't actually being uploaded to the paetron BUT IT WAS GENUINELY SO FUCKING GOOD. Like the dads as teens interacting with the s2 teens ??????? the dads as babies ???????? GENUINELY? I WISH I COULD BEAM MY MEMORY OF THIS SHOW INTO ALL UR BRAINS i need more ppl to know of its existence so i can scream about it. Also never fucking recovering from emo teenager henry actually

[littlexdeaths]

whiplash - e.m.

eddie munson x fem reader

warnings: teeny tiny violence, reader has a panic attack, eddie is the sweetest, eddie and reader are in college

a/n: this is absolutely inspired by my first experience being shoved into a mosh pit at an avenged sevenfold concert when i was a wee teen. i hope you enjoy xx.

also shout out to my love @xxbimbobunnyxx for helping me with the title and some of the dialogue, and my bby @undead-supernova for beta reading for me. ILY BOTH SO MUCH 💕

hot, sweaty bodies were pressed against you at all angles, nearly suffocating you. at this point you couldn’t even see the band playing on the stage, a sea of taller bodies now blocking your view.

when your best friend asked you to attend a metallica concert with her you didn’t exactly know what to expect.

but this definitely wasn’t it.

the small venue was packed, the air filled with the smell of sweat, marijuana and cigarettes. your choice of a leather jacket felt incredibly stupid as it was now tied around your waist due to the growing heat surrounding you.

your palms felt clammy as they clutched onto the hem of your friend’s shirt. the constant moving of the crowd seems to pull her farther and farther away from you. until the swirling pit of metalheads swallowed you both whole, losing sight of her head of blonde hair instantly.

your panicked shouts of her name were drowned out by the screech of an electric guitar— your body now being shoved around to the chants of ‘pounding out aggression.’ the song eerily fitting as you see a ringed fist connecting with another man’s jaw.

your heart is beating in your ears, that familiar feeling of panic washing over you as you continue to be shoved around like a rag doll amongst the group of men. until you somehow landed on top of someone… who had been knocked to the ground moments before you.

before you have time to react a large hand quickly wraps around your forearm, yanking you up and out of the dizzying circle of death. you all but let the stranger carry you through the crowd. the male shoving past throngs of people until you’ve safely reached the back of the bar.

you barely register his voice as you lean against the brick wall, chest rising and falling at an embarrassingly fast rate. your eyes squeeze shut as you attempt to get your breathing under control. those same hands that pulled you out now resting carefully on your shoulders, helping to ground you.

“hey sweetheart, you alright?”

his face finally comes into focus as you blink your eyes open, your heart now beating against your ribs for a completely different reason.

he was painstakingly gorgeous, full lips lifting up into a soft, dimpled smile. “there she is— hey man can i get some water?”

he slaps his hand on the bar top, the clear liquid sloshing out as a glass is slid over to him. his chunky rings clinking against the side as he grips it, now holding it up to your lips. “it’ll help, trust me.” you gladly take the glass from him, gulping down the lukewarm tap water.

“thank you…” you mumble, setting the now empty glass back on the bar and wiping the corners of your mouth. mentally forcing yourself to stay put, despite the bigger part of you wanting to run out of the bar from sheer embarrassment.

“are you here by yourself?” he asks, as you shake your head in reply before resting it against the brick wall behind you. the brunette seems to be studying you as you take in some slow but shaky deep breaths. letting yourself do the same as your heart begins to return to a normal rhythm.

even in the muted light you can see his dark curls were damp with perspiration, bangs sticking to his forehead. no doubt from being in the middle of that pit for quite a while. his cut off band tee showing off an extensive collection of tattoos. that soft smile morphs into a small smirk, as you realize you’ve been gawking at him.

calming breaths long forgotten.

“you can g-go back out there… w-wouldn’t want to keep you from the show.” you fumble over your words, now finding the sticky floor and your beat up sneakers far more interesting than the gorgeous metalhead before you.

the male chuckles, casually resting his shoulder against the wall next to you. his hot breath fanning over your cheek as he leans closer, “not a chance, sweetheart. until we find your friends, you’re stuck with me.”

you glance back up at him, surprise crossing your features. knowing most people would gladly leave you behind in the shadows, especially considering the band that’s owning the stage. that sentiment alone makes the butterflies raging your insides flutter even faster. the chaos of the crowd is now forgotten as he grins sweetly down at you.

“i’m eddie, by the way.”

the music has seemingly gotten louder since the two of you left the crowd, now having to shout your name back in reply despite the lack of space between you. his smile only widens as you turn to face him fully, crossing your arms over your chest. “and what is a fair maiden like yourself doing in a place like this?”

you can’t stop the giggle from leaving your lips as he gestures dramatically around the dingy bar before his dark eyes are back on you. “oh no reason at all… just needed a study break.” he can tell from the ride the lightning t-shirt adorning your frame that you’re teasing him, but he plays along anyway.

“so you stumble into a random metal concert, only to get caught in a circle of death? that’s quite the break, sweetheart.” he nudges your foot with his own, earning another giggle from you. “something like that, yeah.”

he hums in response, running a hand through his unruly curls. “duly noted— i’ll have to take study breaks like that more often,” the two of you quickly fall into easy conversation, no longer paying attention to the concert goers surrounding you.

despite having only met him less than half an hour ago, you both seem quite comfortable with each other. any embarrassment from your small panic attack now a fleeting memory as he tosses his head back with laughter. the sound warming you from the inside, out.

“gotta say i’m a little shocked, first show and you’re already hitting the pits like a pro.” he jokes, leaning in a little closer to you. the scent of his spicy cologne washes over you, making your head spin, “practically took that guy out by sitting on him.”

you groan in embarrassment, playfully shoving his shoulder as he laughs again.

“i’ll have you know i’m quite fond of the music… just not the…” you gesture towards the sea of bodies that are jumping, shoving and headbanging to for whom the bell tolls. “moshing?” he finishes for you, as you nod sheepishly.

before he has a chance to say anything else, a loud squeal fills your ears as a body slams into you at full force. nearly knocking you over in the process, “there you are, babes! i’ve been looking for you everywhere!”

earlier you would’ve been relieved to hear your best friend’s voice, but now you can’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment. hoping your emotions aren’t written across your face, but she doesn’t seem to notice. she’s a little too preoccupied with staring at the male leaning next to you.

“now who is this?” her tone is overly playful, wiggling her eyebrows at you suggestively. before she can embarrass you further, you elbow her in the ribs. effectively stopping anything else from leaving her mouth besides a little huff.

“eddie munson, certified mosh pit rescuer at your service ladies.”

he does a little half bow, causing both of you to break into a fit of giggles. “wow… a modern day knight in shining armor huh?” she teases but seems impressed nonetheless, “wish i had a hot guy to pull me out of there, i basically had to army crawl my way out.”

even in the shitty bar lighting you can see his cheeks are tinted pink from her compliment, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “it was nothing really, just happy to help.” he shrugs before pushing himself off the wall, sliding his hands in the pockets of his ripped jeans.

“modest too? where did you find him?” she gushes, gently bumping her hip into yours. “and does he have a brother?” she whispers that part to you, ignoring the way you roll your eyes at her.

“well i see you’re in good hands now, sweetheart, i hope you enjoy the rest of the show.” as he turns to leave you feel your friend shove you forward, giving you a look that screams, ‘are you insane? don’t let him get away!’

“eddie, wait!” you shout, gently tugging on the male’s wrist before he gets too far. that dimple making another appearance as he turns back to you, “miss me already?” eddie teases, fully enjoying the flustered look that crosses your features.

“i uh, i-i’d really like to thank my knight in shining armor properly… maybe over coffee?” you nervously chew on your lower lip, praying that you didn’t read this entire interaction wrong.

but seeing his face light up squashes any doubt, watching as he grabs a pen off the bar. holding the cap between his teeth as he takes your hand, scribbling his phone number onto your palm with a satisfied grin.

“looking forward to it, sweetheart.”

he mumbles, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand before disappearing into the rowdy crowd.

tagging some moots who seemed interested 💛

@babygorewhore @hellfirenacht @thepurplelovewitch @impmunson @voyeurmunson @madelynraemunson @take-everything-you-can @corrodedcorpses @serasvictoria @munsonhoneybaby @splendiferous-bitch @eddiesxangel @taintedcigs

all dividers made by yours truly 💕

[koszmarnybudyn]

Wow i finally got around to another one of these :D

As always alt version and rant undercut:

Ok so honestly not that much changed from the og design. The wings are diffrent (eyes are a motif of the doodler are in all of these final forms and the purple is also for the doodler) i struggled with them a bit, i still think they could have been better but of well. The backround kinda looks like the old disney intro lol. I wanted him to look more bug like, so the antenne, also him becoming a full butterfly as a kinda transformation. The boots are teeny the teen inspired, i feel like in this final form he can finally embrace being a mascot kid again. The magic is more blue than the usual teal to symbolize love. And that's basiclly it, i dont have much to say today i suppose.

[alliaskisthepossibilityoflove]

[podfic] my heart’s over-pumping and your mouth is an ambulance

written by fleetinghearts and read by All_I_Ask

(description in alt)

9-1-1, Teen and up, Buddie, approx. 1 hour 15 minutes

Summary:

a fever, a party, a late night tv show: three times eddie’s heart falls out his ass because buck keeps looking at him like that. he’s just got to find a way to tell him that doesn’t involve a convoluted cephalopod analogy about love

The most important tag:

just 3 times eddie's like if i could superglue my mouth to buck's all would be right in the world

The cover art (description in alt):

A snippet:

A teeny tiny giggly outtake:

And the whole story is on AO3 - there are two versions of the podfic, with and without musical transitions

Thank you Nina, always, for allowing me to record your words 😍

tags under the cut

I was left unsupervised with Canva and you can all suffer with the consequences 😁 I know neither the moodboard nor the cover is "good" but I made myself laugh and that is the most important thing

Using this as my inspiration Saturday/ several sentences Sunday - here is my longest podfic yet🥳

I was tagged by @wikiangela and @dangerpronebuddie - thank youuu❤️

Tagging @shitouttabuck 😍😍😍, @diazsdimples, @tizniz, @eddiebabygirldiaz,

@cal-daisies-and-briars, @lover-of-mine, @try-set-me-on-fire, @daffi-990,

@bucksbisexualawakening, @bucksbignaturals, @idealuk, @acountrygirlsfun,

@rhea314, @gracieryder, @mayonnaisetoffees, @aroeddiediaz,

@letmetellyouaboutmyfeels, @renecdote, @devirnis, @rewritetheending,

@hattalove, @captain-hen, @suavecitodiaz, @eddiegettingshot,

@thewolvesof1998, @glorious-spoon, @hoodie-buck, @spotsandsocks,

@exhuastedpigeon, @rainbow-nerdss, @epicbuddieficrecs, @chronicowboy,

@your-catfish-friend, @burnthatbridge, @hmslusitania, @extasiswings,

@underwaterninja13 and anyone else who'd like to share anything, no matter how bad you think it is - I can guarantee I'll LOVE IT❤️

(lmk if you want to be added or removed)

An extra thank you to @gracieryder for putting together and sharing podfic resources ❣️ (come join the podfic fest!), because I can finally add cover art without pulling half my hair out and/or feeling like an idiot

[crowflesh]

Help it's midnight and I'm brainrotting

Ok so consider a call of duty highschool/teen dungeons and dragons au (a lot going on I know but bear with me)

So we have Gaz, Ghost, and Farah who are siblings, all adopted by Price. Gaz and Soap were in art club together in highschool where they then became friends. Gaz has kept trying to convince Soap to join his siblings and their friends (Alex, Alejandro, and Rudy) dnd campaign. Soap thinks it'd be fun but is kind of intimidated by Gaz's kinda cool and really intimidating older brother (whom of which he's only really met in passing when visiting Gaz's place or passing him in the hallways at school ((he also may have a teeny tiny crush on him but it's not like he's gonna admit that)). He also just doesn't know jack shit about dnd and doesn't wanna somehow fuck uo the game (he also doesn't want to embarrass himself in front of Ghost but shhhh)

Eventually, during the summer after graduation, Soap finally relents and decides that he'll come over and watch them play just to see what's up cause, at this point, they're already in a middle of a campaign and it'd be sorta awkward to introduce a new player. Soap promises if he's interested enough he'll join in on the next campaign and he'll come over and watch this coming weekend.

The weekend finally rolls around, after a week of nerves and second guessing, and Soap heads down into Gaz's basement to find everyone already there and the dnd table set up. They get everything ready and start right where they left off last week and come to find out Ghost is the dm and also a huge fucking nerd. He apparently is an avid critical roll and dimension 20 fan and takes inspiration from them (which is apparent in his story telling and weirdly accurate sound effects). Soap is impressed and actually finds himself invested in the story and the characters.

Before he knows it, hours pass by and Soap is hooked. So, he comes back around the next week, and the next, and the next. All through out this time, Soap and Ghost end up getting closer and become friends and kinda joined at the hip. Soap's (definitely not) crush (definitely does not shut up) gets kinda worse. Which, you can't really blame him, Ghost is a huge nerd, all dorky, and is kinda awkward, but it's all so endearing and cute. They have similar interests and similar music tastes and they just click in a way that neither have them were really expecting. But it's more than welcome to both of them. Near the end of the summer (and the campaign) they get so close and Soap just can't let his feelings fester anymore and he just blurts em out.

Ghost and Soap were cleaning up the table after a session and everyone went home and Soap pauses. He takes a good hard look at Ghost while he's fidgeting with a d20 and just, without thinking, says something like "I really wanna be your boyfriend" which causes Ghost to stop what he's doing and stare back at Soap. Soap blinks and realizes what he just said and drops the d20 onto the table (he rolls a nat 20 btw) and starts stuttering and trying to apologize and leave but Ghost grabs him by the hood of his jacket and pulls him in close and says "I...want to be your boyfriend too". Soap and Ghost are both flustered and blushing messes and Farah eventually comes down to tell em to shut up and go to bed.

By the end of the summer, Ghost and Soap are together and Soap gets to join in on their next campaign :)

[lollytea]

I feel ya pal, I've also been having a time with pain. I hope you feel better soon!

For a Hunter ask, I'd love to hear your take on if you think post-canon and living together for a while Hunter would awkwardly ask Darius "so like... How would you go about trying to impress someone? Y'know, just like. Wondering. No reason." trying so hard to be subtle but it fails really bad. Or if Darius would just casually ask one day over breakfast "So when do you plan to ask your friend Willow out?" & Hunter kinda just short-circuits across from him.

I just adore the big web of dynamics Hunter has established in S2B they all mean a lot to me, esp him & Darius.

(Okay! So!! Teeny tiny fic. I’m pretty sure I’ve included Darius and Hunter’s relationship in brief snippets of stuff I’ve wrote before but never like. Completely delved into the two of them as a dynamic. It is NOT my expertise but I wanted to give it a try. And since you like their relationship and I would do absolutely anything for people who leave essays in the tags on my posts, have this. If I haven’t quite nailed it yet, I might just need more practise.

I like to picture Darius and Hunter as a parallel of Eda and Luz. Like Darius doesn’t quite get the hang of this parenting thing right away. But he’s doing his best. ) 

There was a bump, a clatter, the slam of a closet door and the muffled sound of Hunter's voice traveling loudly from the floor above.

Darius lifted his cup of apple blood to his lips, unfazed, though admittedly curious, as the boy banged around upstairs, the monologue carrying on for minutes on-end.

Now, Hunter was prone to talking. There was nothing suspicious about that. And as long as that bird was around, he would always be chattering away.

But first thing in the morning? It was unlike him to speak to Flapjack in anything more than brief words muttered under his breath. Certainly not ranting and raving, oblivious to volume control, and pacing the length of his bedroom like he was evidently doing right now.

Something had Hunter completely wired and Darius predicated that he was about to be updated on the matter.

He returned his gaze to his penstagram feed as Hunter finally appeared in the kitchen. Despite the obvious emotional torment or whatever in Titan's name had been going on upstairs, he had still managed to dress himself accordingly for school

Darius wanted to sarcastically applaud his efforts but he figured that would come across as patronizing.

This arrangement between the two of them was certainly.....a learning curve. Something that they were both still getting accustomed to.

In all the years he had been an adult, the absolute last adjective Darius would have used to describe himself was paternal. He simply did not care for children of any age, though teenagers were a unique breed that always had him curling his lip in distaste.

Yes, yes, whatever, he was all for their healthy physical and emotional development and was a firm believer in teenage rebellion and the like and blah blah blah but.....he just needed them to have their inspiring coming of age stories far far away from him.

Sweaty, greasy vessels of hormones. Creatures Darius wanted absolutely nothing to do with.

So, you would assume that Hunter was different from other teens, right? That must have been the only way Darius had accepted him into his goo hardened heart.

No, actually.

Hunter was as sweaty and greasy and hormonal as they came. But he was a persistent little hellion, and had somehow managed to reprogram the way Darius's heart operated.

He wasn't quite sure at what point he went from being somewhat endeared with Hunter's surprising spike of defiance against his Coven and happily egging it on via tossing him his own scroll to feeling a cold shock of dread down his spine at the mere idea of this boy being hurt.

Maybe there had been a part of him that had always cared about Hunter. Maybe. However, it was just as likely that he had always detested him with his entire soul. Complicated. It was all a very complicated tangle of emotions that Darius usually shied away from dwelling on too much.

One thing he knew for certain? He remembered how it used to feel to look at that boy, that perfectly obedient soldier with not a spark of rebellion to his name, and recognize that nose, that facial structure, those eyes...

His eyes.

It was like seeing the body of the person he had loved the most possessed by a spirit that went against everything he had once stood for.

But things had changed. Hunter had changed. Darius had changed.

And those bright, curious magenta eyes were no longer a painful reminder that someone he cared for was dead, but a righteous defiant statement of someone he cared for being alive.

Darius cared about Hunter to an outright ferocious extent, sweat, grease, hormones and all.

But admittedly he still had a lot to learn about proper parenting. Which was fine, as Hunter still had a lot to learn about being properly parented. So, at the very least, they were awkwardly navigating this new territory together.

"Morning," Said Darius, as Hunter rummaged around the cupboards for his usual cereal box.

It was the boring plain grain kind that they had stocked up on from their last venture to the Human Realm.

Hunter had always struggled with digesting most of the delicacies on the Boiling Isles, so his options in food had been rather limited. But their current access to the other world had expanded the selection significantly, meaning that Darius had one of the strangest grocery shopping routes of anyone he knew. Two dimensions, two people, one stocked pantry.

Camila had once commented that she had never seen Darius look more like he belonged in the Human Realm than the moment she found him standing in the cereal aisle, one hand on his hip, the other holding a box up to his gaze as he critically assessed the nutritional value.

(Oh, yeah, like he would be allowing the kid to leave the house every morning with a belly full of processed sugary trash. Let's be realistic here.)

It wasn't for another moment or two that Hunter seemed to process that Darius had said something.

"Oh. Yeah. Morning." He muttered, reaching out for a clean bowl off the drying rack. One that he near immediately fumbled with and it escaped his grasp.

But before ceramic could shatter against the kitchen floor, the gelatinous mass that settled atop Darius's head sprung out and swiftly caught it mid-drop.

He had not so much as lifted his eyes from his scroll screen.

"Good reflexes." Hunter commented, impressed.

"I'm offended that after everything you've seen me do, you still sound so surprised." Darius plonked the bowl down at Hunter's chair. "Sit."

Hunter sat.

Flapjack also made himself comfortable, twittering in greeting as he landed at the edge of Darius's plate and got dangerously close to pecking away at his selection of fruit slices.

"Ah bup bup!" Snipped Darius, shooing Flapack away with a wave of his hand. "What did we talk about?"

No birds at the table. Palismen or not. It was unsanitary.

It was rather difficult to enforce this rule, as both Flapjack and Hunter point-blank refused to acknowledge its existence, and Darius had since lost the energy to argue about it. The most he could ask for was establishing his food as off-limits.

Flapjack instead perched himself on the rim of Hunter's freshly poured cereal bowl and...

Darius made no effort to conceal his long, drawn out, exasperated sigh.

Hunter and Flapjack were currently sharing breakfast. Because of course they were.

At the very least, Hunter was eating out of the bowl and using a spoon, instead of his original method of shovelling fistfuls straight from the box so...

Two steps forward, one step back.

"So." Hunter began after a moment of comfortable silence, immediately tipping Darius off that they were working themselves up to whatever his problem was.

Hunter never began a conversation with a forced casual "So." Unless he was sweating absolute bullets. The same could be said for becoming a far bigger clutz than he usually was.

"So." Darius repeated, with an air of nonchalance.

"Hexside, huh?" Hunter's fingers wrung nervously around the handle of his spoon. "You went there."

Darius raised an eyebrow, propping his hand against his cheek.

This was a terrible attempt at being casual on Hunter's part. The topic of Hexside had not been discussed that morning nor was this Hunter's first day. He was pretty much just shoehorning the subject into the limelight.

The art was subtlety was not his forte. Not that Darius could judge. His hair was alive.

"That I did."

"And you were....this awesome abominations prodigy, right?"

Darius hummed. "That I was."

He would certainly not fall into the trap of believing this Titandamned boy actually wanted to hear him brag about his Hexside days. No, this was undoubtedly self motivated.

"Okay so say you're fifteen or fourteen or...or seventeen. Or I don't know, maybe, you're sixteen, not like the age matters," Hunter's chuckle squeaked unsteadily. 

"And you want to really....y'know, wow someone," He emphasized 'Wow' with a jazzy little shake of his palms. "How--....how would you go about doing that...?"

Darius patiently waited for Hunter to dribble all that out, and once he was finished, he could only stare at the boy in front of him, which made Hunter avert eye-contact to gaze into his cereal bowl.

"Are you asking me how to impress someone?" He finally asked. "Is that what's happening here?"

Hunter's features contorted uncomfortably, but he managed another strained laugh. "Sure, yeah, something like that. Figured it'd be an interesting hypothetical discussion, I dunno."

Darius ignored that. "Who do you want to impress?"

Every muscle in the boy's frame clenched. "I said hypothetical!" He spluttered, the slightest pink twinge to his cheekbones.

Yes, because that reaction was absolutely warranted for a hypothetical discussion.

But Darius wouldn't pry.

Yet.

"Hmmmmm...." Darius pondered the scenario, tapping a finger against his cheek.

"I guess that if I wanted to impress someone, I would just establish that I was better, stronger and more powerful than they could ever hope to be." He shrugged.

Hunter's bottom lip fell agape and he slumped miserably into his chair. "That's not gonna work."

"Why?" Asked Darius, casually examining his fingernails.

"Because she's way better and stronger and more--"

Hunter cut himself off so abruptly, the words might have been rocketed back down his throat so fast that Darius wouldn't have been surprised if he choked to death then and there. His hand clapped over his mouth, eyes blown wide with panic.

And if he couldn't have been any more embarrassed, Darius made things a million times worse with a delighted, victorious "Hah!" Which burned Hunter's face alive.

He shot up, utterly aghast, scraping his chair against the tiles that Darius had spent weeks choosing for the kitchen interior. "I-I gotta go!"

"No you don't." Said Darius.

With a lazy spin of his hand, a tendril of abomination goo latched on to the leg of Hunter's chair and ripped it back in against the table, successfully knocking Hunter back into his seat in the process.

Hunter glowered, opening his mouth to fume before Darius cut him off.

"Before you say anything, were you not trying to ask my advice? And now that we're finally getting somewhere, you're running away from it."

"I wasn't asking for your-your...." Hunter's bluster deflated with one look at Darius's expression. He then surrendered any attempt at defending himself and let his face fall into a heap of folded arms.

"I suppose you're not going to tell me who 'She' is."

Hunter did not answer, only wriggled a little in his seat.

Darius rested his entwined fingers under his chin. "Can I guess?"

Still nothing.

Upstairs, in Hunter's room, there happened to be a smattering of photographs across his headrest. Darius had glanced at it on numerous occasions while cleaning out clutter.

They featured the faces of five teenage girls that Hunter was friendly with, along with Perry Porter's rambunctious boy, whom his own kid was inexplicably glued to the hip of.

But guessing which of those girls was the 'She' in question did not take much analytic genius. It narrowed down to three options when you take into account two of them being romantically involved with each other, something Hunter was obviously indifferent to.

There was a girl who made appearances in almost all of these pictures. In group shots, in Flyer Derby team huddles, in trio selfies alongside Infant Perry and most notably....

Hunter had a picture of her. Just her. Separated from the jumbled collage of friends. It was tacked so low down that Darius would have hardly noticed its presence if not for this being the one day that Hunter had forgotten to conceal it behind his pillows.

Of course Darius recognized her. The other kid that Hunter was so deeply attached to. The girl he had watched ruthlessly tear through the air when he attended Hunter's sports games.

(Darius had never been a sports fan. He had avoided grudgy matches while at Hexside. Look at him now! A supportive Flyer Derby Parent, bickering in the stands with other Flyer Derby Parents. He hated the sport but loved the player. Those were the brakes, he supposed.)

The girl who had been among the five children to go missing all those months ago, only to resurface a time later and reveal to have been trapped in the Human Realm.

That girl had been there. On the day Darius began to realize that there was a spark of something in Belos's perfect Golden Guard.

Darius leaned across the table, closer and closer to where Hunter was hiding in his arms and uttered "Your Captain?"

Hunter's head shot up so fast, he nearly whacked Darius in the face with it. Fortunately, he had excellent reflexes and didn't lose his front teeth today.

"Wh--" He floundered, downright short-circuiting as the fiery hue sizzled across his face, reaching the full of his ears.

Hunter was a frequent blusher but when those ears of his were set ablaze, it was a sign he was nothing short of mortified.

His mouth popped open and shut like a funny little fish and Darius's knowing grin only widened.

"You know, I remember the day you ran off to form your little sports team." He mused, with a fond scratch against his jaw. "I'll admit I was stunned to see you putting your neck out there to protect those kids. I had never thought you were capable of caring about someone."

Well. There had been one person that the Golden Guard had cared about. But that name tasted revolting on his tongue and would certainly spoil breakfast. 

"And then there was a moment when you looked back at that girl and I thought to myself "Oh. I think she might be special. He cares about the whole bunch of them but she's special." Was I correct, Hunter?"

Smugness was radiating off of Darius, he could feel it pooling from his smile, and as a stark contrast, Hunter was well and truly the opposite.

His ears really were an extraordinary wonder. One always assumed that they couldn’t possibly get any redder, but they never ceased to amaze. Darius was almost inclined to worry about third degree burns.

He had reached the point of embarrassment where he had been struck completely speechless, not even capable of a half baked stammer or splutter.

And then finally, finally, after what appeared to be the fifth most harrowing internal conflict ever experienced over Darius's breakfast table, Hunter visibly swallowed, cut his eyes elsewhere and allowed the most miniscule nod of his head.

Darius decided that the teasing stopped here.

"What do I do...?" Asked Hunter in a tiny voice, seemingly attempting to tie his fingers into knots. He had tentatively peered up to meet Darius's eye.

It had become evident that, though he hemmed and he hawed, and he kicked and he screamed, this boy was looking for guidance. It was just a matter of asking for it.

Darius too struggled with that sort of thing when he was a boy and it had taken a long while for his pride to let him admit that he didn't know what he was doing.

When Darius had been young and needed guidance, he had only trusted one person.

And now he was looking at those eyes yet again. The striking colour was old and nostalgic but the hesitation and cluelessness was so very brand new.

It was strange to be on the other side.

But Darius couldn't see himself sleeping well if he didn't at least try to be half the witch he had been.

"Would it be cliche for me to say...." He began, after a long sip of apple blood. "Just be yourself?"

Hunter had found his voice in the form of a loud, aggravated "YES!", throwing out his arms and nearly knocking his cereal off the table with those gangly elbows of his.

"Darius, that is exactly the kind of nonsense Luz would spew." He raked a hand through his hair, ripping out a groan.

"Be yourself." He repeated mockingly. "What? I guess you're gonna tell me to eat my vegetables too."

"Well, yeah." Replied Darius, fully accustomed to Hunter's occasional angry rant. "You don't eat as much vegetables as you should."

"That doesn't matter right now." Hunter snapped, far too furious with Darius's "advice" that he seemed to have forgotten that he was supposed to be embarrassed.

"I've been mostly myself for as long as I've known her, Darius. And the thing is I haven't exactly been cool in a really....really long time." He grimaced. "So how am I supposed to impress her just by--"

"Haven't you already impressed her?" Darius asked, feigning polite confusion.

Hunter was so bewildered, he stopped dead mid-rant. "What?"

Now, Darius had no interest in meddling in the romantic lives of fetuses. Frankly, that was a whole universe he would prefer to keep at arm's length. So he certainly wasn't going to expose Miss Sapling's innermost feelings to Hunter, when this was something they absolutely needed to sort out on their own.

But seriously? Seriously? Was she trying to be subtle about it?

Darius had seen the way that little girl smiled at Hunter, all dimples and bright eyes. It was grossly sentimental. Of course, he had to give her credit for her valid attempts at schooling her expression into something subdued and she was honestly better at it than the average teen. But seriously?

Darius was forty-five and was cursed with everlasting wisdom. He could clock a smitten little girl whether he cared to or not.

It was safe to say that Hunter had obliviously snagged her little heart and would not be letting go anytime soon. So Darius has no worries about him getting his feelings hurt in that regard. 

But now he just needed to give him a pep talk about the girl liking him just how he was without being blabbing about everything. 

Hmm...

“I suppose you remember that day clearer than I do.” Said Darius. “When you thought I would hurt them and you threw yourself in front of them. When you shed that ugly cloak of yours and announced that you weren’t worthy of it.” 

Hunter’s eyebrows scrunched together, his expression only growing more and more lost by the second. 

“You were willing to disobey orders. You were willing to go against me. You were willing to throw away everything, just to keep them safe.”

Darius quirked a smile, raising an eyebrow almost challengingly. “You don’t think that girl was watching? You don’t think that might have wowed her,” He playfully mimicked Hunter’s awkward jazz hands. “Just a little bit?” 

“I don’t...” Hunter breathed, his eyes going haywire with the abruptness of the concept presented to him. “I don’t know...”

Darius’s smile widened and he proceeded to speak aloud what he presumed were Hunter’s feelings on the matter. “Well, we can’t say for certain, right? Who knows what she was thinking? It might be a little stupid to get your hopes up over it...”

Hunter nodded, staring at his empty cereal bowl. Flapjack had fully devoured his breakfast by now. 

“Buuuuut....” Darius sing-songed. “I wonder why she was so willing to text you immediately afterwards. Didn’t you two spend days chatting over pensta?” 

Hunter said nothing, but a rose petal bloom across his cheeks confirmed it clear as day. 

Darius reached over and tipped up the dumb kid’s chin so he could meet his eye. 

“Being yourself is what made you and that girl inseparable in the first place. So let me explain this is in a way that impossible little brain of yours will understand.”

He gently nudged Hunter’s cheek with his knuckles, earning a flicker of a smile. 

“Studies have shown that your current methods are successful. Blah, blah, blah, nerd stuff. Conclusion? Keep at it and you might have more luck than you think.” 

Hunter pursed his lips, something thoughtful overcoming his features. Of course, he didn’t have any certain answers. He just had to depend on the data and blind hope. But when the boy’s shoulders straightened in what very well may have been confidence, Darius couldn’t deny that something akin to pride swelled inside of him. 

“You’re serious?” Hunter asked, with only an underlying edge of hesitation. 

“For Titan’s sake, Hunter. How about trusting my wisdom for once?”

“Being old and being wise aren’t the same thing, Darius.” 

“I’m forty-five!” Darius exclaimed, highly offended. “You have more wrinkles than I do.”

A set of those wrinkles made an appearance, crinkling the corners of Hunter’s eyes as he burst into a sudden bout of laughter. The kind that made him snort. That kind that he truly meant. 

“Okay, okay,” Hunter stood up, Flapjack migrating to his shoulder. “I need to get to school.” 

“Yes, go call your teachers old instead and give me a moment of peace. Tell Bump he’s a fossil, why don’t you?” 

Darius stood too, clearing the table and ushering everything over to the sink. 

“Hey. Uh. Darius?” 

When he turned around, Hunter was stood in front of him, in that pitifully awkward stance he sometimes adopted with the rigid arms and fists clenched at his sides. 

“Yes?” 

The boy opened his mouth. Then closed it. Then opened it again. Then closed it. Then his eyes jumped to his feet. Then his already closed fists tightened. 

Darius was about to ask if Hunter was dying and he was the last to hear the news when he was nearly knocked clean off his feet in an extremely aggressive hug. 

Wow. 

Okay. 

Hunter had really psyched himself up for that, huh? 

Darius felt a surprised laugh bubbling out of him. 

A painfully awkward scrappy kid, with a flame of fighting spirit, a knack for rebellion and a gigantic mouth. 

But he was sweet. Darius could never bring himself to say he wasn’t sweet. 

He didn’t remember making the conscious decision to put his arms around Hunter. But maybe doing so automatically was a sign that he was getting used to this. 

“Alright, alright,” Said Darius, after giving him a reassuring squeeze. “I’m wonderful, I know. But you need to get your butt to school and give me space to clean up. Go! Shoo!” 

Hunter made to shoo, sporting a bright grin that was usually reserved for after-school. But just as he was heading out the door, Darius called out

“Hurry up! You won’t impress your little princess by being late!”

Hunter stopped dead in his tracks, hands clamping over his glowing ears. 

“Darius!” He yelped. “Sweet Titan, don’t call her that!” 

“Oh, I’m sorry. Which part do you take issue with? It is the ‘Princess’ part? Or the fact that I called her yours?” 

Hunter let loose a cantankerous groan of eternal suffering to which Darius only  laughed as he turned back to his dishes. 

Alright. He knew for a fact that parents were supposed to harmlessly embarrass their children every now and again.

Darius liked to believe that he and Hunter were making progress. 

[franollie]

you said you were looking for asks so i thought i'd jump in with: 3 (or 5, whichever you'd prefer) favourite comics ever? if you're feeling fancy, two lists, one in terms of quality of the actual comic, and one in terms of character moments etc

Ok so i'll make a list of my top 10 and say why (i'm also not exclusively doing DC comics but they are the majority):

Batgirl (2000): do i even have to explain this one? the art and visual storytelling makes me ill, the way it explores cass's character through her relationship with established characters like bruce and babs, the way cass is so fucking unhinged, the mother-daughter comparisons with shiva&babs vs the father-daughter comparisons between cain&bruce AASSFHFKSDF. ILL.

The New Teen Titans: this one holds a lot of nostalgia for me because it was one of the first comics I read! They were the first team i really latched onto and by extension the first characters i really felt strongly about. Rereading it as an adult and seeing how it still holds up is soooo incredibly satisfying (dickkory was baby's first otp)

Spinning by Tillie Walden: technically cheating because this is a graphic novel but I'm counting it because it's included under the umbrella of sequential art. it's a autobiographical graphic novel about tillie walden's experience growing up a lesbian in the south (of the US) through their relationship with figure skating. i really relate to it and it's a massive inspiration for me and i think everyone should read it

Impulse (1995): ...i'm audhd...it hits a very special and specific place in my heart...but in all seriousness i love the shape language and the character dynamics. god the cast is soooo fun

Robin & Batman: i love introspection and this whole comic is just Dick Grayson introspection. The way it covers Dick's emotional state post his parents death and how Bruce didn't really know how to help Dick outside of guiding him in channeling his grief into being a vigilante makes me insane...also the alfred characterization in this...the implication that he thinks he made the wrong choice by enabling Bruce and wanting to rectify that by not enabling Dick...

Spider-Gwen (2015): The art and concept is what drew me into this comic. I've been a spiderman fan since I was a little kid and the idea of gwen stacy being the spider person...AND SHE WAS A DANCER.. i was hooked. I love gwen as a character on a meta level and in general; she's my girl

Convergence Batgirl: listen...the implications this comic has about steph and cass's relationship...the "what do my eye's say" scene...lovers. teeny tiny baby run but im still counting it as a comic

...Is it cheating to say Young Justice 98? Imma say Young Justice 98: it was a gateway to me finding a bunch of characters that are now my faves. It shines a spotlight on characters we don't see all that often (like Cissie, Cassie, Anita--girl i miss you) I think about this comic constantly

Tea Dragon Society: another graphic novel! this is a comfort read for me! it's cozy it's sapphic it's a low-stakes

Batman/Huntress Cry for Blood: again this feels like kind of cheating BUT its my list so this is what I'm going with. This was my introduction to Helena and omg the feelings i have about her because of this comic...she makes me bonkers...the things i'd do for this woman

Bonus: JLI (i have not ever finished this one but i've started it many times and i love it i just need to actually finish it)

[normallyo-a-k]

What got you liking your mascot work as much as you do? You’re my favourite of the teens by the way :)

Oh my god thank you!! That's so sweet!! I'm not really sure why I am, I think all my friends are really cool people!

I'd have to say one of the biggest things that inspired me and got me so into the whole mascot thing was probably a mix of things!

One of the biggest things was just how freeing it always looked, to be able to put on this costume and be so freely a character that is loved. To be able to go out on the field, inspire those around you, and make it that much more fun! To be the center of attention, no matter if they like you or not (But who doesn't like mascots!!) because it's not you it's the costume that you get to become!

You also stick in people's heads more, they're more likely to remember you- even if it isn't you but Teeny! Or whatever mascot!

It's nice to be remembered- I guess that's what really drew me in? The idea of people remembering me, leaving an impression that could draw others in! And I found a natural love for it along the way!

It's also really nice to be able to represent my school and cheer them on as they play the game! And to bring joy to either the team or the people in the audience! If I can bring even a little bit of school spirit out in others then it makes it all that much better!! The responsibility of it all is also super fun! I like being in charge of something that only I'm in charge of, it makes it feel like that much more of an important job!

[tuxedaaron]

I'll admit, when I made the decision to draw some pics for Green Lantern: The Animated Series, this wasn’t my choice for the first one.  But I was struck with a sudden wave of inspiration and the pencil work looked so good, I couldn't help but get to it.   Besides, at the time I was in the mood for something simple. Like with my Spectacular Spider-Man fanfic ideas, I've got too many GL:TAS fanfic ideas to ever write them by myself.  So like with SSM, I decided to draw a series of pics to showcase my main ideas in the hopes that I might draw co-writers to the cause to help me out.  This one here is one of the big ones. After absorbing and assimilating the colors of the Emotional Spectrum, Aya is resurrected as a White Lantern.  Gifted with new power and, literally, a new lease on life, she now makes it her purpose to understand it in all its forms.  As such, she spends most of her time on the Blue Lantern homeworld of Odym (pictured here).  As a planet that teems with more life than any other, it's the perfect environment for her to observe its natural cycles and absorb all the knowledge she can.  Of course, she has other reasons for making Odym her adopted home, but I won't get into that here (don't want to give TOO much away). Despite the simple nature of the pic, this whole thing was pretty much an experiment from Minute One.  I knew when I made the decision, I wanted to draw the pic DCAU style.  And having some experience with that at this point, it wasn't that tough...at least the head and the torso.  And then I got to the legs.  Now anybody who's been watching my stuff for a while knows full-well that I likes me some good shapely legs.  So to assimilate Aya's legs into my preferred method took a bit of doing.  Not that her legs aren't attractive in their own right, they're just contrary to what I'm used to drawing.  But after a couple of tries, I managed to get it done in a way that I liked. The other challenge here was the color scheme.  I knew how I wanted it to look in my head (creamy white for the armor, a light-grayish skin tone), but until I saw it, I wasn't sure if it would work.  There were a couple of things I changed on the fly.  Her lips, for example, I know I could have made darker.  But that, to me, just conjured up too many comparisons to Raven from Teen Titans.  So instead, I chose to go the other way and keep them a straight white and it still works. And that's where we come to the rainbow-colored highlights, which were, BY FAR, the biggest gamble.  But this was something I wanted to add for a couple of reasons.  One, because she was going to be pretty much bland white, I wanted SOMETHING in there for a bit of contrast.  Also, I wanted to still illustrate Aya's mechanical nature through the highlights all the colors of the Emotional Spectrum that she assimilated and now runs on.  I really didn't know how this was going to look when I started.  But when I was finished, I have to say, while it may look a TEENY bit odd, it wasn't something I disliked enough to do away with. Besides, I still think it works as an animated feature of her.  Picture all of the colors in a constant state of rotation, with certain colors becoming more predominant than others with changes in her emotional state.  For example, in a moment of shock or uncertainty, her highlights would change primarily Yellow, in order to illustrate Fear.  As such, she's almost like a living mood ring.  Talk about literally wearing your heart on your sleeve, am I right? ^_^ All-in-all, I'm quite happy with the pic and I hope everyone else is, too.  And if this pic should happen to make you curious about my fanfic ideas and possibly want to help me out so they can be written, so much the better.  One way or another, as always, I look forward to hearing what you have to say. ^_^

[xviruserrorx]

Title: "Blood and Scotch"

This was started like a month ago or something like that but I barely finished it because Inspiration has struck! For day #208 of @flashfictionfridayofficial here is my fill (that kinda went over the word count a teeny tiny bit) but, Enjoy!!

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[Image ID: #FFF 208 Reporting The Scoop]

Fandom: Succession

Prompt(s): "Reporting The Scoop"

Relationship(s): Roman Roy/Jeryd Mencken

Character(s): Roman Roy, Jeryd Mencken

Important Tag(s): Sexual Tension, Open Too Interpretation, Open/Ambiguous Ending

Rating: Teen and Up

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply, Cussing, Drinking/Alcohol, Mentions to Sex

Word Count: 1,297

There was a breath, a step from Jeryd, before his hand was clasped over Roman's shoulder, his side pushed onto his front as he leaned over, his mouth a breath away from his ear and his weight pushing dangerously against him. "Aren't you a fun toy to chew on?" He muttered, tightening his grip.

Or

Jeryd's all alone; so is Roman. They talk about this and maybe something else.

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"Roman Roy for Jeryd Mencken," he chimed the words that feel like they've been strung and impossibly knotted together. It's useless, he knew, they knew him. He'd stood in that spot and said those words enough times to know that the words meant exactly as he'd arranged them.

Like clockwork, the person behind the desk nodded their head and gestured for him to follow. He was passed off through two sets of security before being walked through the final door and left to himself.

He waited for someone to come around at the sound of the door but no one came. "Hello?" He looked around. 

Empty; no wife, no kid, not one of Mencken's personnel hammering away on computer keys and bringing phone call after phone call or stacks of paperwork to their boss. Instead there was an all too quietness that left roman taking his steps carefully as he navigated the already charted and mapped apartment. Twist and turns all too familiar as he took a peek in the kitchen area before down the hall where he knew the bedroom was.

An open invitation laid begging in the form of the cracked open door, something he held no hesistence for.

He let himself be obliged. The door opened with no noise and only a view.

Layers of clothes littered the room from the rucked up covers of the bed to the desk chair. A suit jacket over the chair, a vest on the floor, a wrinkled tie thrown over the best post; Roman followed the story before approaching the main attraction.

"Oh, did I miss the threesome?" He casually remarked.

Mencken turned his head towards him from where he stood, a pair of black slacks hung on his hips, beltless, as a pair of just as dark socks covered his feet; the whole thing complete with a white wrinkled button up, half untucked, half undone, collar half up and half down, and hair that looked it had a hand ran through it a time too many.

A smile grew on his face from Roman's voice alone as he cradled a glass of any presenting alcohol in hand.

"What's stopping you at just three?"

Roman gestured towards the bed. "Not big enough."

A playful but displeased look crossed Mencken's face. "Plenty of floor room."

"Rough on the knees," he excused, walking towards the small table off to the side holding the decanter that no doubt contained what Jeryd was drinking.

Mencken looked down, catering a smile as he turned and slowly walked towards him. "But you know that already," he teased, pouring himself another glass. "Scotch?" He asked, already pouring a second glass and ushering it into Roman's hand.

"Don't mind if I do." Roman followed his lead. Eyes to eyes, gaze meeting as he took a sip from his glass and Jeryd did his. 

"So…?" He started, making sure Mencken's attention was on him. "Is there a reason you called me or is Jeryd Mencken really diving for the press' imagination. I can imagine the headlines now, youngest son to Logan Roy or play toy to Jeryd Mencken?" 

"One and the same, no?" There was a quick quirk to his eyebrows as he brought his glass up.

"You're in control."

Mencken's grin only grew, an arresting breath to follow like he agreed all too much. "Only your doubt counts, doesn't it?"

"Does it?" Roman countered.

He laughed. "Besides, there's something I wanted to tell you."

"Oh? Phone not worthy of your words?"

"Thought it'd be better delivered with a smile," he gestured, bringing his finger to his own lips, "in secret."

Roman straightened his back and took a breath. "A smile indeed," he muttered. "Don't tell me I have to beg for it."

"You would like that." He took another drink from his glass, savoring it.

Roman bit the inside of his cheek. "So?"

"You're safe."

"Safe?" His eyebrows furrowed. "Safe as in safe safe, wrap me up in a blanket with a warm drink, safe? Or safe as in, fuck me up against the head board and have your shoes on as soon as your finished and out the door, safe?"

Jeryd cocked his head. "Sounds like a trick question to me. What really makes you feel safer?"

"Depends on who's doing what."

"Let me reiterate a story then." He placed his glass down, fingers circling the rim. "We've gone far, you and me; I might even say that we've crossed The Road."

Roman scoffed, looking down.

"You don't agree?"

"No, just…" he shrugged. "You're an agreeable person."

"And?" Jeryd pushed.

Roman pressed his tongue against his cheek. "We never got to that, into the bar, part of things."

"Not good enough for you?"

"What? No. Good—It's good, plenty good, plenty good. Just…" he danced around his words. "Things might not measure up."

Mencken took a step forward. "Is this what you're afraid of?"

"No. Me? No, I think this is pretty good." He raised his glass, making a show of taking another agonizing drink. "It's more for, well… the outside, in," he explained, stepping into Mencken's space. "Things get a bit warped when looking through windows."

He stepped forward, a quick pat laid to Roman's shoulder and said, "I'll have them tinted." In the as a matter of fact voice he supported.

He walked past him, leaving roman gripping the glass in his hand. Hoping for it to shatter, but he knew the glass was too thick, it wouldn't shatter beneath his grip and dig into the soft flesh of his hand; every little cut exposed and burning as blood mixed with scotch. Though, the fantasy feeling had very little difference to the words he and Mencken continued to exchange. 

He loosened his grip on the glass. "Tinting doesn't fix a problem."

"I can give you more." Mencken's voice came from behind him.

"More is just more…" he took a breath. "More won't be enough."

"Do you want me to give you enough?"

Roman turned around to face him. An undesirable feeling crawled down his throat as he stood; speechless and undesirable himself.

Jeryd smiled, pleased, and possibly something of entertainment in his posture. "Love is a serious mental disease, Roman," he stated.

"Armchair diagnosing?" Roman moved closer. "Didn't know we were doing that now."

"Should the story end there?" Mencken gestured. His glass hanging from the rim with just the tips of his fingers holding on.

"I don't agree."

"I thought I was an agreeable person?" He cocked his head, an ever growing sly smile on his face.

"Well…" Roman closed the distance between them. "Those who tell the stories, rule society." He pushed himself into Jeryd's space 

"Eager aren't we?" He teased.

"At the heels of your feet."

Jeryd chuckled and a part of Roman felt like the hand around his throat loosened enough for him to take an extra gasp of breath.

There was a breath, a step from Jeryd, before his hand was clasped over Roman's shoulder, his side pushed onto his front as he leaned over, his mouth a breath away from his ear and his weight pushing dangerously against him. 

"Aren't you a fun toy to chew on?" He muttered, tightening his grip.

Roman waited for the desired pain but settled after a few seconds when nothing came. "So I've been told."

"Keep yourself solitary then," he stated in the same manner an order would be given and followed. With another pat to his shoulder he pulled away, switching his glass to that hand. "To me and to you." He brought it down and gently tapped Roman's glass, before taking a drink.

Roman cocked his head with a pleased grin, looking Mencken in the eye as he brought the glass to his lips. "To you and me."

[myloveforhergoeson]

🎶 dealer's choice! is there a tiny line or detail that you remember being really proud of (either in the last chapter or the entire thing as a whole) that you never got a chance to talk about? and if so, what song would play in that moment?

omg so sorry i was letting this marinate in my ask box for a few days... this is dangerous bc i have so many little parts that have either been inspired by music or i have set music to them in my brain so i'll try to keep it brief but we all know i'm horrible at that by now

i think i mentioned before that i'm trying to keep all the music/song title chapters/references etc close to the year the story takes place, so at present 2009, but i was only a kiddo at that time so i'm not super attached to songs that came out at that time, since i'm more of a 2010s kid, that what i tend to think of when i make character playlists and the like!

find my ramblings under the cut :) mostly james and roxy centered bc i can finally release all my feelings about them together ehehe

first james and roxy are soooo songbird by oasis you all are just going to have to trust me ok. just listen. share this space with me. thank you.

rames first kiss: the only song i was listening to while i wrote that entire scene was dig what you dug by wallows and i straight up stole one of their lyrics. sorry not sorry. anyway the story line of the song isn't super important but the prechorus/chorus are very them to me. i need you all to see the vision thank you.

anyway i could just hear the echo-y back and forth of the guitar in my head during this scene!!

idk if i mentioned this but i was listening to parallel by heffron drive the whole time i wrote the planetarium scene. i think the stars/planets metaphor/motif/whatever when it pops up in like romance novels or fantasy stories or the like is sooo fucking cute so i just wanted a little slice in my story. just a teeny tiny bit. also the "what if the one who was meant for you, was all along right in front of you, you just didn't see it was there all the time" COME ON?? ITS THEM! THEM! THEY!

like if this were a movie i imagine her just sitting on the floor of the juiter room and scribbling away at her book while this plays in the background as she thinks back into her past and wonders about james... RAH!

rames pool kiss. last man in the world by the band camino. self-explanatory. the second she grabbed his tank top and whipped him around the chorus of this song would play in a really wonderful teen cw romance drama.

and last one for now (probably) i feel like roxy really loves love song by sara bareilles just because i say so :) i imagine she likes to play it on the piano a lot when she plays for logan while he studies

ee sorry i didn't really follow the prompt i set for myself i kinda went a bit nuts but yeah :) this is where i'm at :) thank you so much <333

[so-true-overdue]

Unveiling the Unbelievable: A Revelation from the Depths of Angst

Greetings, fellow seekers of the mind-blowing and inexplicable! Prepare yourselves, for I am about to expose a truth so random, so obscure, that it might just make you question reality itself. Brace yourselves, for you are about to embark on a journey fueled by teenage angst and the insatiable desire for absolute uniqueness. Are you ready? Okay, here it is: did you know that the number of atoms in a single drop of water is greater than the number of stars in the known universe? I know, I know, it sounds preposterous. But trust me, my angsty compatriots, I have done my research. I may not have an actual life, but I do have access to Google. Now, before you dismiss this awe-inspiring tidbit as mere teenage ramblings, let me provide some context. As we all know, water is the essence of life. But did you ever stop to ponder just how many teeny-tiny atoms are swimming around in a meager droplet? It's mind-boggling! Picture this: a single droplet of water, seemingly insignificant, contains millions upon millions of atoms, all bouncing around in a chaotic dance of existence. And here we are, thinking the stars are the real cosmic rockstars. How mistaken we were! Oh, the poetic irony of it all! The universe, with its vast expanse of galaxies, pales in comparison to the microscopic grandeur of a humble drop of water. It's enough to make a deeply troubled teen like myself feel a fleeting sense of superiority in a world of conformists. So, my dear readers, I implore you to embrace this newfound knowledge. Share it with your friends, your family, your pets, and even that one random person you always avoid making eye contact with on the bus. Spread the word, for the world must know that the true marvels of existence lie not in the heavens above, but in the tiniest droplets of liquid that surround us every day. And with that, I bid you farewell. May your minds be forever blown, and may your existential crises be just a tiny bit more bearable, thanks to this random, obscure, and unbelievable truth. Stay angsty, my friends!

[koszmarnybudyn]

Here are sone concept arts of the teens as magical girls, this was very much inspired by @etherealbards magical girl joker Hermie.

Taylor is basiclly sailor moon (disclaimer i have not seen sailor moon) since he is a weeb+demon stuff since he is a quarter demon. He uses a magical staff that is his cane and probablly has a sword inside it and a sword. I think he would have fire magic.

Eyeryone else is mostly inspired by winx, beacause that is a show i actually watched, my own magical girl outfit ideas and themselfs.

Scary is mostly musa and techna inspired (i think that was their names) with a lot of punk mixed in, i really like her hair. If i actually bothered coloring these (i wanna do a full piece later so these are just schetches) it would be purple. They all have wings because i thought it would be fun. She has a magical electric guitar (since she is in a band and a knife).

Link is mostly soccer inspired+that angel lady from overwatch (he was said to look like her when healing normal up at the dance) he has mechanical angel wings, i really like his wierd little crop top (the things on the sides are cut outs). He is still mostly a healear but he also fights with a soccerball and his legs (he doesn't get any sick weapons sorry).

Normal is the most winx inspired one, he was the second design after Taylor but i still really like it. His shoes are really stupid, his skirt is an overlay over his shorts. His outfit is inspired by bloom from winx+teenie+cheerleaderoutfits. He does have duble gloves. He has teenie as a giant mech/guardian of sorts, it's like a ghost that fights for him.

These are just schetches but i had a lot of fun with them, i really enjoy magical girls as a concept so this was a lot lf fun. This might be rambly, but i really wanted to spill my thoughts and ideas out. Hope you like this :)

[the-firebird69]

Now the more lock oh where I have no areas. And they're going fast and disappearing and falling for stuff going on trips with clothes after the woods. And getting caught no but she sent a team out to see and they did not see them and saw him and grabbed him a question and and they're in pieces now they're against the clones and he says thank you for trying and I hope you inspire your people to try to survive these clones and to send warnings out and sit up neighborhood watch kind of thing she's doing it now started a little bit and figured out what you're saying so she's getting it together and they're helping each other sounds good work I do thank you for trying and for being there and you say you're welcome I'm doing really good now and say you are and they can't tell and yeah I'm comindeering the conversation

Here's what I have to say I haven't gotten to say too much all day if these people ever bothers him to say the least and they're rude crash and look like idiots and sound like idiots and harass just about anybody that comes near them for any reason their little spoiled brats and I don't want to deal with them so I talk to them very angry there's nowhere to go and these people suck real bad and they said what are you talking about I said you won't get rid of him he won't replace them and you won't stop him from doing stuff and I'm through if you don't stop doing this s*** I didn't say that and I said I can't handle it you have to do something different and they said why and I told him a whole bunch of reasons and then they said they're driving us nuts too you have to order us to get rid of him or we can't stand it anymore and smile and said I sort of get something we're talking about these idiots and we're not doing stuff and Thor and Freya are doing stuff and we're saying stuff well we could be doing stuff, so I said this here are the reasons why we should stop them here's how we can stop them and my husband likes going after the week and making the rest week by doing so and we're going ahead and doing it cuz I said it about us and I said we are weak and our people are and they're not. So they said that's terrific and we're going after them and each of us have an idea and a plan and we're going to run it and we're discussing it and it's the best thing I've ever did I said it needs to be broad spectrum and this is the way to do it and said we're getting upset but getting annoyed and there gosh darn very annoying and then I said this it's coming time to cut some loose because they're teeny and they listed who about them Melissa they're not teen yet they said they're acting much smaller than they are and they looked at it and said okay and then this they're not powerful and so they're a big problem instead of a small one and then they upgraded the threat finally I took way too long we're in trouble we need to look at what her officers in the field and officers are telling us and take it seriously and they offer you respect and it should be returned and it's a harsh thing to say and it's hard but it's true and so they said we're trying to call them up and have them come in and Thor and Freya said we don't have to do that again and again it's making it worse and we're just going to follow it and then send them a note good work on this one we're finally able to do something or something like that or we noticed the problem and we're trying to gain troops and that's the one but really we're going to tell them what we're going to tell them and it's the truth I've been sitting here trying to keep the peace for a long time

Now we're going to work this idiot stuff that they're doing. Has Ted danson is threatening our son's kids and really they're all biomechanical weapons and he's a massive idiot I said does this guy look sick to you and he's a moron and doesn't get it I said does he look sick to you just know he's like you now and he's coming to get you and please scream and cry to him not me and so he started yelling and screaming you can see him through the window having this fit and we haven't recorded and he's saying all these obnoxious things about you you know why don't we frame Batman he's being a dick and we're taking everything else. He said everybody's holding on to their five dollars and we're taking everything else and just five bucks it doesn't mean anything except five dollars so he did what you suggested and said come on you're not that abomination guy and he was there and he was big but not 15 ft is about 7 foot and we can hunch down quick and it goes you're not really that big and the abomination said you're not really that small they started laughing and said we want to fight then I said you have a hook that's right through your body and you can't stand up so put up your dukes and he punched him out and Ted dancing is a queer and he downloaded all sorts of information well we questioned him for a long time I said we should probably drive City cuz they're huge f***** so we're doing that and it's still going on and we also need to feed Galactus and we're doing that it's a great idea to grab these idiots wherever they go so they have to stay here I'm going to grab them and use them to fuel our machine it's worth a lot to talk to him and she's a very valued team member and kicked it off

Hera he knows then again but I helped it happen and I'm doing the work and the job is tiring and see you're tired just from riding around trying to fend them off a little and I know you appreciated and he said wow that's weird but I do that kind of thing and it works Olympus does too

Hera again

And also top and at the bottom and we are working and it is going well we are raising tons of Galactus and others right now most of them are humanoid yes and some are raised by accident and it's true. And is a huge bag does Ted danson is bothering him now. And it is the lady and she's crude and they eat a lot of people. Tons you or victims of vampires and he's afraid of it so so he's threatening stuff and he's trying to say she'll choke to death on fumes and they do better because they're mutated by things like that and she says he's an idiot and you guys retarded you're not really mutants I'm kind of one but I guess you don't know how it is and the land of the mutants. So it's starting to fight him and the Galactus and company are coming out fighting huge numbers of them celestials are kicking some ass and they are doing it well as our eternals and others that are humanoid but most of them are Galactus and Galactica and their offspring Galactus and Galacticius and they're huge. Most of New York's Galactus and Galactica use and other are up and they're going after the rest well halfway so it's a nice bloodbath up there and all over the world it's a lot of screaming when they come out they're terrified

Thor Freya

[hansolmates]

svt masterlist✨

all m.list sets are made by the wonderful vivi @eerieedits​   

fluff -  ✨  angst - ☁️  smut - 🍑  completed - ✅  personal favorites - 💕

one shots / drabbles

-camp clover  ✨☁️ 💕1.7k not everything is green and lucky at camp clover, feat. camp counselor!chan

one shots / drabbles

-I didn't know that I was starving till I tasted you (m) ✨ ☁️  🍑  6.5k feat. fwb!Vernon, flangst, and copious amounts of movie references

-Twilight Moonbeams and Befuddlement Droughts: a Hogwarts!AU ✨ ☁️  6.9k feat. hufflepuff!Vernon and ravenclaw!Reader, and the oh-so-powerful love potion (dun dun dun)

-drunk on youth (m) ✨ ☁️  🍑  8.4k feat. fratboy!Vernon (but a sweet one), seven(teen) minutes in heaven, Jeonghan is the best wingman

-the boy next door (m) ✨ ☁️  🍑 💕 14.7k drabbles: #1, #2, #3 (m?) feat. roommate!Vernon, friends-to-lovers, and some sexy stuff

-you’re my cure  ✨  2k feat. sick!reader, oblivious!Vernon

-lazy morning haze  ✨  1.6k feat. a mutually exhausted couple, Vernon waking up reader

-baby steps (m)   🍑 2.2k feat. thigh riding. that is all. *combusts*

-sweeter than sweet  ✨ 💕 1.8k feat. fluff in an overpriced nightclub, kissing the night away

-miss guided (m) ✨ ☁️  🍑 💕 15.3k genre/warnings: alcohol/lang, fratbois and other west uni cultures, matchmaker missmatching, cliche plots galore!! teeny weeny angst alluding to prior social awkwardness, bucket hats, aaaaand 69 (bottles of bobaaaaa)

-blossomed (m) ✨ ☁️  🍑  12k genre/warnings: flangst, lang, wild generalizations of how tattooing works, gratuitous love for side characters, mild drinking, phineas and ferb references, mild foreplay

series

-test drive (eventual m) ✨ ☁️  🍑 genre/warnings: flangst, neighbors to friends, friends to lovers, fwb, cheating, unplanned pregnancy, potential toxic relationship 01

one shots / drabbles

-Late Night Distractions ✨  1.2k feat. university!Jihoon being shy shy shy and some UST

-Vilified: A Hogwarts!AU ✨ ☁️ 4k feat. slytherin!Jihoon on his way to be a potions master, silly spells and soft feelings

-what a cu-tea ✨  1.8k feat. barista!Jihoon who just wants to go home and avoid the cu-tea doing homework in the middle of the café

-zenith ✨ 💕 3.3k feat. robot!jihoon, slice of life w/ roomie!reader

-cherry contact ✨  3.3k fanart from @scoups-ofsuga​  jihoon has access to all versions of you—your credit score, shopping habits, work emails, and even your terrible tinder history.

one shots / drabbles 

-strawberry bubblegum (m) 🍑 3.6k feat. sex shop worker!Hoshi w/terrible generalizations of college parties, playful interaction, phone sex, slight dom themes, use of penetrative sex toys, squirting

-vowels and veracity (m) ✨ 🍑 5.2k after a blind date that makes you feel like a giddy teenager all over again, you’re forced to grow up and take a chance when you realize that special someone is your daughter’s kindergarten teacher.

one shots / drabbles

-days in the sun: a disney!au  ✨  ☁️  2.1k feat. beast!wonwoo

one shots /drabbles

-Fear, of falling in love ✨  ☁️  685 feat. architect student!Mingyu, saying “I love you” for the first time

-Denim and Drive-Ins ✨  541 feat. your classic drive-thru drabble

-Fleeting ice, fleeting touch: A Hogwarts!AU ✨  1.8k feat. hufflepuff!Mingyu, boarding school dances and Quidditch tournaments

one shots / drabbles

-Good Enough ☁️733 feat. minghao-centric angst

-give me the night ✨ ☁️1.2k feat. exes to lovers au with a pining hao

one shots / drabbles

-Unnecessary Details ✨  624 feat. future-husband Lee Seokmin

one shots / drabbles

-afflatus; (n) a divine creative impulse or inspiration ✨  3.5k “I went to museum to get some inspiration and then I saw you staring at one of the paintings in awe and wow you just noticed me drawing you and this is awkward.” AU feat. art student!Jun at the MOMA

-Cayenne ✨  6.8k feat. greasy!duo and some spicy hot chocolate

-Wrapped up in the Moment ✨  2.4k feat. Christmas vibes, UGLAY sweaters and Joshua teaching Jun the spirit of the holidays

-stupid cupid (m) ✨   🍑  ☁️  💕 8.4k After seeing your best friend get paired up through a matchmaking service, you can’t help but wonder about the credibility of this business. Wen Junhui, your resident matchmaker, can’t help but take on the challenge of setting you up with Mr. Right. (Un)fortunately it seems like that person is right in front of you. feat. crack, annoying!Jun, silly jokes, minor dom!Jun and use of penetrative sex toys

-you must be magical, because i’ve fallen under your spell: A Hogwarts!AU ✨  2k there was something about Gryffindors that unsettled him greatly.

one shots / drabbles

-Once bitter, and twice shy ✨ 1.6k On Christmas day they go on a mission to find the best hot chocolate in Seoul. feat. cocoa adventures and shy!Joshua

one shots /drabbles 

-Sunset Strip ☁️  1.2k feat. Jeonghan needing some self-discovery, sadness

-everything comes back to you  ✨☁️ 💕  6.7k  After a long-term relationship with Yoon Jeonghan, things get ultimately more painful when he insists that you guys are still suited to stay “best friends”. Nothing’s grand about having your ex constantly coddle you, especially when he has his own terribly perfect life and you think you’re being dropped like a fading blip on his radar. feat. angst with a happy ending!

-touch of terror ✨ 3k   feat. trapped in a haunted house with the boy who you’re simultaneously attracted and terrified of

-chicken run  ✨ 7.3k you accidentally confuse your housemate for a complete stranger, but hey! it’s not your fault, their side profiles look very similar! unfortunately your guilt gets you caught up, and you’re left in a tangle as you and jeonghan get to know each other (flaws and all) in the ultimate goose chase as you two tiptoe around your simultaneous interest and disinterest for each other

svt!OT13

-the ways you said “i love you”  ✨☁️💕 6.2k feat. the thirteen ways seventeen says “i love you”