#the amount of out of pocket jokes she makes even in act one

[selfawxre]

posting separately as to not hijack flowers' post but realising that some of you guys may also not be as into ddlc and not know all the nuances and random tidbits about it and specifically monika. like, for example, the fact that monika's piano playing is a metaphor for her hacking the game/changing the code, the fact that every time one of the girls is acting particularly out of character she isn't present in the room, only to rush back in like "oh what happened? i had nothing to do with this!!", the times where she gets absolutely steamrolled in act 2 by yuri and natsuki and is so clearly taken aback despite the fact she's the one fucking with their codes to make them aggressive enough to do that, etc.

also just, all the lines in act 1 where she's so blatantly talking about her sentience but that you wouldn't pick up on unless you already knew she was sentient. like she is not even trying to hide it from the beginning, you just know when she talks about her "epiphany" she's giggling to herself like "oh they're never gonna believe what i mean by that"

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

MORE Spider Society Headcanons

Halloween: Spiderween

First of all: DECORATIONS??????

The ENTIRE campus done up with jack-o'-lanterns and lights and smoke machines and COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF SPIDERWEBS for the Spooky vibes???!!!

Spider decorations EVERYWHERE. From October 1st.

There's a haunted house on campus - filled with volunteers AND REALLY REALLY good jumpscare holograms made by Lyla

The food court starts serving Halloween specific food. Like a Vampire Miguel Milkshake at McMiguels.

COSTUMES??!!! COSTUMES BUT OVER THE SUITS.

TRICK OR TREATING Some people stay home at their universe and people portal over for candy and they get to see a glimpse of your universe

Or you get to hop universe to universe dressed like a Spider-person dressed like a giraffe. And since it's Halloween, it's fine if a bunch of Spider-people are running around dressed ridiculous because so is everyone else on most Earth's, Miguel's like 'yeah sure okay'

BIG BONUS POINTS if they dress up like ANOTHER Spider-person but like... Still over the suit.

Like wearing the crappy costume Miles had over your actual suit and 'acting' like someone else.

And EVERY TIME you see someone dressed as you, or wearing the same costume -

You know what you must to do.

One year Hobie comes as Ben Reilly. All dressed up in punk but with a blue hoodie crop top to match . He spends the whole day wailing about the harrowing memories and crouching on ledges. Dramatically collapsing in people's arms

Is your Spidersona small? Imagine them dressed as Miguel. Walking around acting and irritated and fake angry and DOING THIS TO MIGUEL

Miguels like 'are you serious? Cut that out-'

"aRe yOu SeRiOuS?? cUt ThAt OuT'

(and Lyla's like 'oooo that was good. They sound JUST like you Migs')

Lyla being a very popular costume

A bunch of Spider-people wearing fur coats and heart glass and they just decide to spend the whole day being useless to Miguel.

Which LYLA ADORES SHE'S LOVES ATTENTION

They all lounge around on all the seats like her, some even in bob cut wigs, and they follow Miguel and trying to get selfies with him LMAO

The Lyla with the cutest or funniest Miguel selfie gets put in the Campus newspaper

MJs A POPULAR ONE TOO -

ALL the lazy Spider-people wanna throw a red party city wig over their suit and be like 'I'm MJ'. NO YOU'RE NOT.

Or some will even wear their MJ's clothes. Walking around calling everybody, Tiger. (Mayday gets the joke - they're supposed to be her mom - she thinks it's HILARIOUS and giggles the whole day)

Sidebar - can you image Gwen with a wig over her suit BUT LIKE under her hood??? SO SHE WOULDN'T LOOK BALD?? I'M SCREAMING AIRPOD LOOKING AHH

VILLAIN COSTUMES - Spider people dressed as Doc Ock over their suits, coming in with fish bowls on their head and going 'Look, I'm Mysterio!! Lol'

While the caged villains are looking at them like

('y'all mfers got a lotta nerve')

I bet some people get REALLY REALLY into it and go all out, designing everything to a T. (Like the perfectionist!pavitr)

Some friends even do joint costumes - WebSlinger makes a costume for Willow so they match. Hobie does all his costumes DIY and it's like the ONE thing on campus he participates in.

Because he loves the DIY spirit. And the chance to mock his bosses on company hours.

Goes ALL IN on him and Gwen's (he wants to match) costumes. Or maybe he doesn't participate cause-

What's even better is people 'Punkifying' their suit to be like Spider-punk is a popular costume too!!

They throw together their own vest and jeans and jewelry and boots. And follow Hobie around, hands in pockets, and they all act all cool and fake punk all day , Hobie hams up the act for the occasion

Hobie of course weaponizes this by annoying Miguel with his 'clones'.

Ten Hobies outside his office sturming untuned guitars REALLY badly and Hobies likes 'Keep it up you !! U sound great!!'

Miguel's office full of Hobies and Lylas, Last year Margo went as Jess and Jess was touched

Then there's some Spider-people that are broke as hell. But since they all have top tier humor they make the intentionally cheap or out of the closet costumes. that ends up being stupidly hilarious.

Like wearing boxes and drawing a Spider-suit on it. Boom - Lego Spider-man.

Sometimes people might wear their makeshift suit over their new suit. So like a Spider-person having this as their costume OVER their suit

And arguably the funniest of them all - having a really elaborate overdone homemade costume of a specific hero on campus, and everyone is like woah so cool have they seen you in it yet?

And you take off the costume mask... And it's just you... AS YOURSELF Like it's just the same mask underneath LIKE A HAT ON A HAT

THERE'S SO MANY POSSIBILITIES THIS JUST BRINGS ME JOY

But the ONLY TWO THINGS YOU CAN'T DRESS AS AT ALL-

Venom and Deadpool.

Venom is too risky. Deadpool is not allowed on campus and if THE REAL ONES seen they have to evacuate and deploy the capture team cause he gets too excited (you'd be surprised of what one man is capable of in the need of Spider-attention)

Anything else is fine though-

CAN YOU SEE IT ARE YOU SEEING SPIDERWEEN????? HUH

[sensei-venus]

S1 Robby Keene Liking A Good Girl

(Unedied) (Honestly kinda tame for S1 Robby, Drugs mentioned, Weed Smoking, Drug Dealing, Reader had mentioned anxiety??) ( @gemini-sensei )

😈💕He’s kind shy at first when he realizes he may have a crush on the new girl at school. He sees her in the hallways, in class, at lunch, in the parking lot. He sees her everywhere. It doesn’t help that she is a “good girl” in his book. She’s not rich or stuck up, she’s just too nice in his opinion and doesn’t do anything that he would consider bad. To him he had no chance with her, he definitely didn’t fit in her kind of world.

😈💕It wasn’t until he found out that she had anxiety super bad that his views on her started to change. It was weird how all of it started.

“I uh heard you might have some weed?” She was a little nervous as she corned him in the parking lot outside the school. The bell rang over a hour ago and his friends ditched him not long after. She had come out of no where, clenching the arm of her backpack. He raised a brow at her appearance.

“I have my card if that makes this better, I just don’t have enough money this month to go the dispensary. My insurance won’t cover the amount I need- I kinda wasted half of mine if accident. You don’t want to know.” She nervously giggled. It wasn’t like Robby was going to question her on it. Honestly he didn’t really care either. He looked for the nicest bag he had on him, and secretly he may have given her more then he said. She dished out a good few bucks before wondering off. Robby was quick to count it and noticed that she had given him WAY more then was needed. Before he could even say something she was already gone. He pocketed the extra and tried to not think about it.

😈💕It started to get harder for him to pretend his little daydream crush wasn’t starting to get bigger as the days went on. He started to see her more and more in and out of school. She would give him small waves and smiles, which he gave back in smirks and grins. He hoped he didn’t look like to much of a asshole. But with his friends watching be and to keep his guard up. The boys where already getting supsious of his feelings.

😈💕He really didn’t think she would come back to him for more weed after that month. But she did, asking for the same amount every time. She simply told him that it was cheaper to get it from him then the dispensary. He didn’t know if that was true but he didn’t care. As long as he got to spend a few minutes with her every now and then. She quickly started to warm up to him, no longer acting as nervous or scared around him. Smiling more and even cracking a few jokes which he admitted made him smile. She was just so cute that he couldn’t help it.

😈💕One day he just couldn’t take it anymore and asked her if she wanted to go smoke with him. At first she was little embarrassed but happily accepted his offer. He had no intention of taking her to the little hideout where the other guys liked to smoke. So he decided to take her to his place. His mom had been gone for weeks and even if she did find them in the apartment smoking, she couldn’t say much. Her drinking and pills where enough to throw back her way to get out of a little weed smoking. It was a Saturday when she came over. He tried his best to get the place cleaned up, made sure the light bill was actually paid that month. Showing up at his door with a bag full of junk food and a small giggle on her lips.

😈💕They spent the rest of the day on the couch smoking and watching tv. It was nice, it was nothing like when he smoked with the guys. They where always high and taking shit about anything they could think of. There was no peace and quiet which is what he liked. Just getting high and chilling out for a few hours. Reader seemed to like the same thing as she just sat quietly next to him. Only occasionally laughing and giggling at what they where watching. They both seemed to like watching cartoons while high. The pretty colors and high pitch voices making them laugh.

😈💕It started to grow late but Reader didn’t seem to care. She offered to order a pizza which Robby had no issue with. They ended up eating and smoking more while watching a late night show together. That was when things started to change in the vibe that was going on between them that night.

😈💕 “You ever shotgun before?” It was a smile question. She asked while looking over at him on the couch. Robby didn’t know what to say, he knew what it was but had never actually tried it. She slowly shook his head. Reader giggled saying “Well do you want to try it? You can say no if your don’t want to.” He raised a brow before thinking it over in his head. He could at least give to a try, and he would be doing it with Reader of all people. The girl he had a huge ass crush on. With a small nod Reader smiles and takes a nice drag of the blunt she was smoking. Soon enough her soft hands are cradling his cheeks as she leans over to him. Their lips meet in a soft kiss, her tongue prodding at his bottom lip trying to get him to open up. With just a small amount of energy he finally does. She gently blows a long stream of smoke into his mouth. He can’t help but moan a little as he takes it into his lungs.

😈💕A few seconds later the kiss gets hotter and hotter. He’s grabbing at her soft thighs and belly though her shirt. Her hands move, one cradling his neck and the other on his back. Her fingers dig into the flesh of his shirt covers back. He rolls his shoulders as his tongue works along side hers. Smoke escaping though their lips. He can’t tell who is being louder with their moans. As the minutes pass by he can tell this isn’t the high that’s making them like this so much. Reader is fully invested in this kiss. Robby smirks into the kiss as he starts to realize this must have been her little plan. Offering to help teach him how to shotgun. God she was so smart.

😈💕The rest of the night is spent kissing and cuddling on the couch together. Robby doesn’t even care anymore about school or his friends. If messing with the chubby good girl was so wrong, so be it.

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

More clone wars headcanons (it's just Ahsoka and Anakin)

No matter how only Ahsoka gets Anakin will always see her as that little 14 year old who strong-armed her way onto a battlefield 

Honestly he isn’t very aware of this but there are tiny moments when it becomes very clear 

There are moments when people ask how old his padawan is and he’ll go “Oh she’s” and he’ll take a moment for some mental calculations and say “she’s 18 kriff she’s 18” 

And he’ll kinda sit in silence with that fact for a couple of seconds 

There’s also moments when people will call him out for getting her age wrong 

Like he’ll go “Don’t bite off more than you can chew Soka you’re only 14 after all” 

Ahsoka will reminds him in two days she’s be turning 20 when Anakin argues that fact Obi-Wan reminds him that he’s 25 which would make her 20 in a couple of days Anakin just kinda stares at a wall 

Ahsoka tried to snap him out of it but Obi-Wan stopped her with a quite “let him grieve Ahsoka” 

No matter how old the two get they will always play pranks on each other if anything the intensity grows with them 

When Ahsoka when 14 she would save small handfuls of sand to put in Anakin’s shoes 

And he would have thought it was just left over from some mission if the sand didn’t keep appearing after he emptied it out 

That and he caught Ahsoka red-handed and chased her sneaky ass around the temple until they were both too tired to care 

When Ahsoka turned 20 she hid sand everywhere in his shoes and in his pockets, girl even got it in some of his mugs 

He knew it was her cause he knew her m.o but she won’t admit to it and she doesn’t stop to matter how much he begs 

The breaking point is when he finds his bed covered in sand which he deems going too far cause even tho Padme literally couldn’t care less 

He tracked her down and kept her in a headlock until she admitted defeat 

It wasn’t a chocking headlock mind you it’s just tight enough to keep her in place he just drags her around the whole base while he goes about his business 

Anakin’s prank was pretty simple he would slowly steal all her head wraps 

At first she didn’t notice anything she just thought Anakin stole one during training and put it somewhere 

But after a couple of days of not being able to find it she discovers another one went missing 

And the cycle continued like that for years 

It didn’t bother her but sometimes when she was going out with friends and couldn’t find her favorite ones you’d hear her scream “Ani where’s my leather head wrap?” 

And he’d act all innocent saying that he “has no idea what you’re talking about snips maybe you misplaced it again” 

And she’d groan and go look for a different one because she didn’t have enough time to interrogate him 

Anakin waits a couple of years to pull off his full prank which is convincing everyone he can to wear one of her head wraps and act like nothing is going on 

And he gets a good amount of people too including some of the clones and even the twins 

The only people who wholeheartedly reject being a part of the plan are Padme and Obi-Wan they discovered years ago that it isn’t wise to get involved in their prank war 

Honestly Ahsoka would have thought she lost her mind that day if she hadn’t found every single head wrap she lost hidden around her quarters 

It kind of becomes a running joke of how protective Anakin is of Ahsoka 

Some stories being blown out of proportion about how Skywalker single-handedly moved the ruble to grant her freedom form the tank 

Some say how he searched on the ground day and night when Ahsoka was captured by the hunters 

Criminals claim they barely made it out with their lives if they had Ahsoka in their custody 

They both find these stories hilarious but Obi-Wan and Padme know there is a lot of truth in those stories 

It doesn’t just stop with the enemy either this man has and will do intensive background checks on every single person Ahsoka meets 

And you best believe that potential love interests are kept under the closest watch possible 

Rex and his boys are happy to track down the person if they feel they’re acting a little sketchy 

Sometimes this ends with actual criminals being put away and sometimes this ends with Ahsoka scolding everyone who had anything to do with it 

Some people get 30+ apology letters and a promise that it will never happen again (most of those people can tell those letters were written with grit teeth and a little togruta standing close by)

Anakin does agree to tone down his protective streak and promises to never abuse his power like that again 

She didn’t make him stop giving the shovel talk to literally anyone within a three-mile radius of her (mostly cause she didn’t know he was doing it) so he considered that a win

I’m always reminded of how Anakin made it a game to count how many people their squads took out and I was wondering what other games they had 

How many times could they lie to the council without getting caught, how many times they crash a ship, and how many times they save each other's lives 

Like imagine Ahsoka tripping Anakin and before he can ask why the hell she did that a blast hits the floor and she just goes “That’s 40 for me” as she runs away 

Anakin yelled after her “yeah 40 to my 80 snips” 

Those numbers also serve as a reminder and reassurance that no matter how dangerous the situation gets they’ll never let that count stop

[ashs-cardboard-box]

Bark; don't bite

~ Sean MacGuire/Male!Reader

~ Platonic or romantic

~ 1.2k words

Request :3

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Loneliness. A word that stung in each and every which way and yet, it’s how you felt more often than not. To put it simply, you were terrifying. Easily towering over the gang by a good few inches depending on the person. Built like a tree that had just been through the worst of storms, intimidating was an understatement. Skin tainted with scars and blemishes alike. 

You had been in the gang for a long while, though you can count on one hand the amount of interactions you’ve had with everyone aside from Dutch and Susan respectively. While they didn’t outright fear you, it’d be a stretch to assume they’d go out of their way for a casual conversation. 

You were, essentially, a guard dog. Anyone in their right mind would shit their pants if they saw you coming towards them. As such, you don’t leave camp much. On the rare occasion you do, you’re put up front. Acting as the silent brute you’re built as. You’re not even sure if your family, the gang, has heard your voice.

While you appreciate their company, their stares said more. You were self conscious in your own right. Having people, friends, family, and foes, gawk at you and prod for answers on which injuries you got when...not fun. 

You couldn’t necessarily fault them either. You kept to yourself for a reason. A confidential, disturbing reason. Spending most of your days doing mindless chores around camp and whatever favors people asked of you like lifting a wagon to put a wheel back on, or scaring people into their word. It felt like Dutch was the only one who could withstand your stare most days. On the plus side, you’d never have to deal with the real annoying folk like Micah.

That was, at least, until an Irishman by the name of Sean MacGuire joined the gang not so recently. If you could describe that man in one word, it’d be loud-mouthed. You never paid him mind all too much, considering you were out on a stagecoach robbery with Charles and John when Dutch brought the redhead in.

When you got back, Dutch all but shoved Sean in your direction, causing him to stumble slightly with an offended “oi!” Glaring over his shoulder towards Dutch before the latter makes a gesture towards you, causing him to turn right back around.

Sean’s eyes widen subtly as he comes face to face with your pecs before he cranes his neck to look up towards you. A slow grin begins to spread across his face, his eyes practically twinkling incredulously. “Holy Mother of Mary.. bet your ma fed ya the good shit, didn’t she?” He jokes causing you to crack a hint of a smile, much to Dutch’s amazement.

“Well I’ll be damned..” Dutch mutters. Remembering his presence, you’re quick to dig into your pockets and pull out what little money the stagecoach carried, passing half up to Dutch. Unfortunately not nearly enough, causing the heist to be a dud. Charles and John walk back into camp as if the whole debacle never happened– you can’t blame them. 

Dutch accepts the money and flips through the bills, only to sigh in disappointment and pockets it. “Ya gotta name, big lad?” Sean pipes up once again, causing you to look back down towards him. “Y/N.” you respond curtly as you stuff your money back into your pocket as Dutch walks off to do something you don’t care to ask about.

“Y/N..” Sean echoes with a bark of a laugh. You can’t deny he’s a change of pace around camp. He has a spark you haven’t seen in a long, long time. Sean grins and extends his hand forth to be shaken, to which you echo his motion and grip his smaller hand in yours, giving it a firm shake.

“Sean MacGuire.. but the ladies call me the Irish Terrier. If ya know what I mean.” He flaunts, seeming proud of that title. You hadn’t a god damn clue on what that meant, but his laughter was contagious, causing you to chuckle lightly, of which Sean points out in a teasing manner. “Hadn’t a clue mountains could laugh.” He lets go of your hand and playfully backhands you in the chest.

You weren’t sure why Sean was being so polite with you. You weren’t used to it whatsoever. You were scary and fucked up to the highest caliber. And yet, here Sean is. Not only relentlessly teasing you, but actually conversing. That’s more than you could say for most people around camp.

Your dynamic was a strange one. Sean could talk so much that it would make anyone want to tear their ears off by hand. You talked so little that your presence would easily be forgotten, had you not been built like a brick shithouse.

He often spoke up for you. You kept your head down and stayed silent at almost any instance of judgement or staring. Sean, however, wouldn’t have that. It was like a chihuahua standing up for a great dane. Amusing, yet not exactly effective.

He would go on and on and on, for hours if he could, blatantly threatening and causing a ruckus on anyone who stared. He didn’t quite understand your distaste for leaving camp, but he sure tried. His bickering often ended up with you having to stand up for him without a word. Towering over him and staring down at whomever Sean picked a fight with was more than enough.

“Serves ‘em right. Oughta carve their eyes from their sockets for starin’, I will. They don’t got a clue on ya, lad. Taller than the Heavens above, ya are but yer a damn sweetheart.” Sean huffs as he folds his arms over his chest, turning to look up at you instead of the person you scared shitless.

You could feel your cold heart melt just a bit at that. You were scary. You’d been through more than even you could comprehend. Yet Sean saw through all of that. He saw the man who liked to draw in his journal or embroider patterns onto patches of cloth. He saw the man that would drop off random flowers for him without batting an eye.

You chuckle as you push the brim of his hat down over his eyes, causing him to scoff and lift it back up. You only had him to thank for pulling you out of your shell as much as he has– even if it’s nowhere near enough to make a difference to anyone else.

The two of you acted on the other’s behalf should either not be able to do something. For him, it was speaking up for you. For you, it was picking up his slack. You loved him, but he was damn lazy. Despite that, you enjoyed helping out. Especially when your efforts were paid in cheek kisses..and maybe a couple dollars.

He was overconfident in his abilities, though you didn’t humble him. Instead, you silently taught him how to shoot better. Pressing your hands on different parts of his body and forcing him to straighten out. Unfortunately, he struck two of six bottles.

Instead of being disappointed like anyone normally would, he seemed prideful and arrogant. Impressed with himself for even getting that. His antics amused you, as much as you cared for him. You were starting to consider that maybe, gang life wouldn’t be so bad with him around. Now all that’s left to do is plan for the upcoming trip to Rhodes.

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Thank you for the request !! this was a really cute prompt !! :3 I hope you like it !!

[pastrydragon]

Can I ask for general relationship fluff hcs with your favorite Batman rogues?

How about some PDA headcanons?

Riddler

Will literally take time during his crime broadcasts to brag about his SO.

If they’re willing to play “Lovely Assistant” during his show he’ll even give them a quick kiss on camera if they do something he thinks is particularly cute.

Edward will dispense romantic compliments, hugs and kisses to his SO anytime anywhere.

Emphasis on romantic.

He’s kind of uncomfortable with sexual PDA, suggestive flirting and subtle touches are nice but anything too obvious will upset him.

He prefers to keep the details of his sex life private and enjoys being the only one who gets to see his SO that way.

Scarecrow 

I wouldn’t go so far as to call Jonathan an exhibitionist but he definitely appreciates his SO giving him affection in front of others.

While few and far between, John has had some romantic relationships, but none of those people ever wanted to be with him publicly.

It was always “Too soon” “Unprofessional” or worst of all, “Embarrassing”

So when his current SO gives him a long kiss on the mouth in front of his friends he practically turns to goo.

He gets a little thrill when his partner gives him a kiss on the neck or grope on the ass in public.

Not because people are watching, but because it means SO thinks he’s desirable and is proud to be with him, it gives a sense of permanence to the relationship in his mind.

Mad Hatter

Most of the time Jervis prefers to keep his affections low key in public.

Unless of course he feels like someone is giving his SO unwanted attention. (Certainly unwanted by him at any rate.)

Jervis doesn’t like to admit it but he can be a tad possessive.

Preferably he’ll take a seat in SO’s lap and start kissing them on the cheeks and fiddling with their shirt collar.

The man is a menace and isn’t above salacious promises to get his SO to go home early with him if the source of unwanted attention won’t take a damn hint.

Alternatively he could simply hypnotize the unwanted attention into walking away(and off a short pier.) if his SO is openly annoyed at the unwanted attention.

Penguin

The only person on this list that refrains from too much PDA out of a sense of propriety.

Possessiveness, personal insecurity and a general preference for privacy are all reasons he understands perfectly well, but he’s mostly interested in retaining a certain kind of image.

He’s a man of class, charm and elegance. 

He actively avoids crass displays and only engages in purely romantic interactions with SO while in public.

A light peck on the cheek or cooed compliment are both common displays from him.

He does enjoy showing his partner off to friends and associates just like any other prideful bird, but never in a a vulgar way.

Two Face

Harvey is a possessive bastard.

He does NOT like people leering at his lover for any amount of time.

Even if it’s because they’re being affectionate with him.

Harvey is the kind of boyfriend that rents private rooms at restaurants so he can hit on his date in peace.

It’s honestly a bit silly.

Harley

Harley wouldn’t know “modest” if it bit her on the booty shorts.

She’ll make out with her date in a public park at 2pm.

And it’s 50/50 whether she keeps it completely above the belt.

This women will say depraved shit that belongs buried in the depths of 2010 wattpad to her SO while in hearing distance of 20 different people.

No hesitation no regret.

She doesn’t even get off on it she just genuinely doesn’t care who hears, it’s honestly kind of impressive.

Catwomen

EVIL.

She’s not doing this for the pleasure of the act itself she’s doing this to torture SO specifically.

Selina will slide her fingernails from the top of SO’s spine and into their back pocket for a squeeze while no one is looking.

She’ll whisper everything she’s going to do to them later while no ones listening.

Then she’ll slip inside jokes about it into the conversations she’s having with other people just to fuck around with them further.

Finally, she’ll disappear into the night in the shadow of her broken promises… Until she shows up at SO’s house an hour later.

Poison Ivy

Very similar to Harley in lack of fucks to give.

She should be able to freely show her SO affection regardless of who’s there.

And woe to those who disagree with her.

Any complaints about her being “inappropriate” will be met with a handful of hay fever to the face.

And any cat calling or wolf whistling will be met with a garden pot full of death to the everywhere. 

Music Meister

This man will go as far as his partner lets him, he’s pretty much done away with the concept of “socially acceptable behavior” since becoming a supervillain. 

He was never a fan of that jazz anyway.

Besides the most extreme reaction he gets from fellow rogues to his shenanigans is to be told to “Get a room!” By Oswald.

Everyone else generally just rolls their eyes or teases him.

So besides outright having sex in front of someone he’s up for anything!

And hey, if it was the right person watching, Something could probably be arranged~

[nkn0va]

Kaguya, Yuzuriha, and Wagner celebrating their s/o's birthday and finding out their s/o is actually younger then them? (Maybe by a few months or something?)

-Kaguya is probably going to do something extremely out of pocket and unexpected just to see your surprised and/or flustered reaction. Depends on her current mood.

-In the end she decides to get you a pretty nice ring, she's easily able to afford it. It's a good gift and a good prank since it can easily be taken as a marriage proposal before she clears the air.

-The look on your face is priceless when you think she's asking you to marry her, even if you're a guy and the roles are typically reversed. The laugh that escapes her reminds you that this is Kaguya, of course she'd do something like this.

-Soon she does realize that you're younger than her, even if by less than a year if that. Respect your elders is something you should be expecting to hear a lot now, albeit most of the time it's a joke.

-After getting you worked up with the ring, Kaguya will at least make it up to you by taking you out to eat wherever you want. She's a prankster, but she's by no means cruel, especially to her S/O.

-Anything you might see that you want, she'll also get you. She overall has zero qualms about spoiling you in general.

-Yuzuriha is a very...spontaneous gal. She probably forgets it's your birthday until the day of. No matter though, lack of forethought never stopped her before and it certainly won't now.

-She's an early riser by habit as a byproduct of her duty as the shrine maiden so she's awake a decent amount of time before you, she'll go out and buy something for breakfast she knows you like and bring it to you still in bed.

-The whole time she's trying to act like she didn't completely forget your birthday was today, which you may or may not be able to figure out depending on how long you've known her.

-Yuzu would've planned a party for sure but there's obviously no time for that now. So she'll take the day off and head out into town with you to do whatever you want. Should she? Probably not, but one day won't hurt, at least if you ask her.

-Even if you're the more introverted type, there's just something about her energy that's really infectious, you'll actually be looking forward to going out with her. It's a big reason why you fell for her to begin with.

-Eventually the two of you find yourselves at an arcade where you can register to earn points on games you play and earn prizes. when you're putting in your date of birth that's when she realizes you two are pretty close together, you're just a about half a year after her.

-She'd always assumed your age gap was at least a year or two. Probably just part of her nature due to her teasing you about being your big sis.

-It's not something she brings up in the moment though, her first priority is to kill it at the games and get you some good prizes.

-Wagner had known pretty well your birthday was coming up ahead of time by looking at the records the Licht Kreis had on you, regardless whether or not you were one of it's members. They needed to keep all tabs possible on In-Birth activity.

-To be honest, she was expecting you to be a bit older, but that doesn't matter, there were more pressing things to do.

-Your first birthday since entering a relationship thankfully landed on a Sunday so there was no school to worry about. She's at your house first thing in the morning with a gift expertly and beautifully wrapped. You feel bad about undoing it a little, but that quickly goes away once you realize inside it was something you'd been eyeballing out loud to her, something pretty expensive at that.

-Her chest puffs in pride at being able to get you something no one else could and seeing your eyes light up at your reaction. She tries not to let it show, but she's pretty bad at hiding her emotions.

-She's got the most extravagant thing you can thing of, she's out to impress. You're getting treated to the most expensive, high class meal of your life courtesy of funding from both the Licht Kreis and her family.

-No matter how fancy you dress, it doesn't feel like it's enough. Especially when you figure out she's rented a private dance floor for you two to dance the night away.

-She's more than willing to teach you if you don't already know, particularly waltz. She's on guard constantly to watch out in case you screw up and step on her feet so she can dodge them out of the way, and you learn pretty fast under her expert tutelage.

-Overall, it's a really unique experience, having such a high class woman spoil you on your special day. It's definitely one you wanna have again, it's heartwarming to know someone out there is willing to go through so much effort just to make you happy.

[siriusblack-the-third]

Boredom, Flustration and Love Confessions part 3

Part 1 | part 2 | Part 4

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Sirius hasn't had this much fun in his entire life.

Really, if he knew getting a tongue piercing would mess with his Jamie as much as it did, he would have done it way back in fifth year. Watching him squirm is just too hilarious.

And cute as fuck.

He grins at last night's memory of James stomping into their dorm with the most adorable flaming red blush painted over his cheeks and the tip of his nose, only to freeze at the sight of Sirius, twist on his heel and stomp back out, blushing even darker.

To think all he had been doing was lounging in his bed with a book.

"You're going to give him an aneurysm," Remus mutters next to him, sounding for all the world like he is weary of Sirius, but Sirius knows better; Remus is enjoying this just as much as he is.

"Shut up, Moons," he says airily, and watches James appear at the doors to the Great Hall. His eyes follow the other boy as he strides towards Lily and dramatically plops himself down between her and Marlene, making her roll her eyes with a grin on her face even as she pops a treacle tart into her mouth.

James is wearing flared jeans and an oversized powder blue sweater whose sleeves reach all the way to his fingertips, and Sirius is pleased to see the pearl earrings he gave him for Gudi Padwa earlier this year. His hair is extra messy today, and the bold line of kajal can be seen clearly even from across the room. Sirius isn't close enough to see his eyes, but he knows that the kajal brings out the green and gold specks in the brown.

James has the most ridiculously pretty eyes, Sirius thinks, all large and almond shaped and Bambi-like. One would think Sirius, being the dog animagus, would have the puppy eyes. Yes well, his puppy eyes haven't got shit on James' doe eyes. Which is even more ridiculous when you consider that James is tall and has toned, lean muscles from hours of throwing Quaffles around.

Someone that hot shouldn't have the ability to be so cute. It's just not done.

Remus sighs in exasperation and shuts his Defence textbook with a snap to give Sirius an annoyed look that both of them know is an act.

"Both of you," he announces with the most exaggerated air of importance like he is the second coming of Myrddin, "are ridiculous as fuck. Ask him out already, shit's sake!"

Sirius snickers. "But this is so much more fun, Moony," he drawls, and the other boy gives him a flat, unimpressed glare. Okay, that one is real.

Sirius sighs and rolls his eyes. "Alright, look, how about this? When we go down to Hogsmeade today, you get Pete, Lily and Marls to clear off. Je vais lui demander."

Remus gives him a long glance, then nods briskly. "Will do, Pads."

"Thanks Remi, you're a darling."

"Save your flirting for Prongs."

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When Sirius bounds down the stairs three at a time come ten o'clock, James is waiting for him with a small grin, fingers playing with his sweater paws and a dark blue knit scarf around his neck. He is alone. Sirius grins back and shoves one hand into his pockets while holding the other out for James to take.

"The others left early," James says as he slides his warm hand into Sirius', and Sirius notes with delight the light pink dusting itself over James' cheeks. "Lily dragged Remus, Marlene went with that Ravenclaw girl— Vera? Yeah Vera. Pete said he wanted a little time alone without our chaos."

Sirius chuckles and slides their palms so they can intertwine their fingers, and takes a great amount of pleasure in the way James ducks his head down shyly, lips pulling into a small grin.

"I'm starting to think Peter doesn't like us anymore," he jokes as they start making their way towards the front doors of the castle. James snorts and laughs, and it is the most gorgeous thing Sirius has ever seen; his pretty eyes crinkle at the corners and his plump lips pull back to show sparkling white teeth, and he steps closer to Sirius to playfully knock their shoulders together.

"Careful, there," James says with a lopsided grin, "that might just come true."

Sirius laughs, then winks at Filch when they pass him. James buries his head into Sirius' shoulder to muffle his giggle when the old caretaker glares at them, and Sirius feels like he is on a cloud. James' hand is warm and slightly sweaty, a stark contrast against the November chill that has settled over the castle and it's surroundings, and he looks so cozy when he pulls up the scarf to cover his mouth and nose that Sirius can't help it.

He leans down to press a kiss to James' forehead.

Immediately, deep pink blooms in a band across his cheekbones, and he blinks at Sirius with slight confusion.

Sirius winks. "You just look too cute, mon beau," he says in way of explanation, and James grins under that scarf; Sirius can tell because he knows James the way he knows his own palm, because he knows James better than he knows himself.

"On y va," he says, not giving him a chance to reply before he is tugging on their joined hands, "We'll go to Tomes And Scrolls, and you can buy books."

James, giant bookworm that he is, lights up like a lumos maxima and suddenly Sirius is the one being dragged down the little cobblestone path.

Sirius grins at the back of his head and he knows full well that he looks besotted as all hell, but cannot bring himself to care.

It's James.

He can't help being besotted.

They arrive at Tomes And Scrolls before Sirius realises it, and James lets go of his hand to bound excitedly over to the Arithmancy section, a bright smile on his face when he pushes the scarf down.

"Si, look," he gasps, pulling out thick, large textbooks and bound research papers like they weigh nothing, "they have works by Charuta Deokar!"

Sirius leans his shoulder against the shelf frame and stares at the gleam in his hazel eyes with a helpless heart and a soft smile; Gods, what he wouldn't do to keep that sort of look on James' face for all their lives.

He just looks so happy, like Sirius has just handed him the one thing he desires most in his life.

Sirius snorts.

They are in a book store. Sirius has done exactly that.

He does not say a single word; he simply follows James around as the other boy pulls out book after book and piles them into Sirius' arms, chattering a mile a minute with a blinding smile on his face with his hands flying everywhere. He holds the books, answers when he is asked a question, points out more books when he thinks James will like them, and most importantly, he doesn't take his eyes off of James' handsome face.

I am so fucking smitten, he thinks.

When James is done, it's nearly two o clock, and they have been in the bookstore for almost three hours.

"Sorry," James tries to say when Sirius' stomach gives a particularly loud gurgle, but he cuts him off with a fond shake of his head.

"Nope," he says. "I had fun. We should do this more often."

Funny thing is, he means it. He may not love reading as much as James does, but he does enjoy it, and he can never be tired of looking at his face. Never.

James gives him a skeptical look, and he grins. "I mean it, mon beau," he winks, "you look way too adorable when you talk about books, and I got to stare at your pretty face for three hours while you got to pick out books. Win-win, I say."

And that red flush is back. James averts his gaze to the side with a small smile on his face, and Sirius feels a smile of his own pull at his lips. His arms are aching from holding heavy books and he is starving for a good meal, but he thinks– no, he knows– that that smile is absolutely worth it.

They drop a dozen books onto the counter, and Sirius glares at James when tries to pay. "Jamie, put away the card," he complains. "I brought you to the shop, I pay."

"But—"

"No buts, ands or ifs," he cuts in, but James gives him a stubborn look.

"They're my books," he points out with a raised eyebrow.

Sirius nods in agreement. "And I brought you here. Shut up and put your card away, petite biche."

Little doe.

That nickname always works, and it doesn't disappoint this time. James flushes dark red and reluctantly slips the crystal Gringotts card back into his wallet with a small pout, and glares at Sirius when he grins triumphantly and hands his own card over to the cashier, who is smiling at them like she knows they're on a date.

The total amount racks up to 72 galleons, and they walk out of the shop with three bags on one of Sirius' arms, and James gripping his other arm and the handle of the fourth bag with a glare on his face that both of them know is fake.

The bright red cheeks kind of give him away. And the slight pleased upturn to the corner of his lips.

Sirius gives him a smug grin, and James sighs in exasperation.

"Let's just go," he mutters.

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[batneko]

another thread I did on twitter!

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tatsuking streamer AU where King is kind of accidentally living three lives. King, who streams with a facecam and never flinches and draws people in by just being That Damn Good. A catgirl vtuber avatar which is where he streams for FUN and can actually be himself.

And his PRIVATE private account where he is a high roller donor and always funds Tatsumaki's "if we reach this ridiculous amount of money I will wear this sexy halloween costume for the rest of the- WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE HIT IT ALREADY? Y'all are pervs. Thank you." tier.

Tatsumaki has only been streaming for about a year. She quit her job because she hated it, and got a gently-used camera and mic from her beauty blogger sister, figuring why not give it a try? Can't hurt. And she'll find a "real" job eventually.

It took a while for her to find an audience but luckily she already knew how to protect her privacy and manage a chat thanks to Fubuki. When she started getting donations she was like "I guess I better make goals as incentives for people to KEEP giving money"

The old halloween costume was supposed to be a joke. She NEVER thought she'd reach that tier. Now she's got a rotating wardrobe of custom-made costumes, and accessories and apparently calling the donors perverts is NOT a deterrent.

She actually knows King. The first time she reached out to him to ask who made his vtuber avatar, since the pervs funded another "joke" tier. And King feels weird about it, but he instantly fell for her even more bc she's the FIRST one to EVER realize his accounts are both him.

It's not a secret! He doesn't TRY to hide it! It's just that nobody seems to ever make the connection, no matter how similar their names are, or that they stream on alternate days, or link each other all the time.

They've done vtuber streams together a few times, but never a facecam one, since their playstyles are too different. King decided to make sure Tatsumaki heard his real voice not his pitch-shifted character voice while they played together. It was scarier than he thought it'd be.

Granted, it's not like Tatsumaki would ever KNOW King is one of her donors. She doesn't do private chats or anything like that, so she's never heard his voice before. But King is still terrified she'll find out and think he's a creep. But he's too scared to TELL her either.

It's a rock and a hard place! If he tells her, she'll never want to be friends with him (or maybe more? No, no, not a chance in hell. Better to not even daydream about that). But if they become friends and she finds out he DIDN'T tell her, she'll hate him even more.

They eventually meet in person at a convention (where Tatsumaki is wearing normal clothes) and she immediately starts bullying him. "Why are you so tall?" "I don't know... My dad's tall?" "Well tell him to stop it." "O- okay."

She notices how uncomfortable he seems with the crowds, and the way he's trying to hunch in on himself. "Is this why your avatar's a tiny catgirl? Would you be happier if you weren't gigantic?" "I don't think so. I'm happy with my body, just not the way other people perceive it."

Tatsumaki says "Oh, mood," and promptly attaches herself to his side for the rest of the con.

At a panel about vtubing, King wears a cardboard mask of his character and speaks with his normal voice, but still no one makes the connection between him and Serious Gamer King. They're at the same convention! He was JUST on another panel!

Tatsumaki drags King to one of her panels (he has yet to realize she is intentionally protecting him from getting overwhelmed) and the topic of being a Female Streamer and dealing with horny donors comes up. She says yeah, it's weird, and a lot of them are creeps.

(King is quietly dying inside) But, she says, the ones who donate a LOT are actually really nice and respectful. It's only the ones who donate one or two dollars who act like assholes. As if she should be GRATEFUL for their pocket change. The high rollers are total gentlemen.

That evening Tatsumaki asks if King's going to the streamer afterparty. "I'm almost thirty," he says. "If I don't get enough sleep I can't function the next day." "Oh mood," Tatsumaki says again. "We could... go up to my hotel room? For our OWN afterparty." "Like, watch a movie?"

Tatsumaki stares at him for a moment. King just looks confused. "...sure, movie sounds good."

They exchange numbers after the con and go their separate ways. King would have counted the weekend an overwhelming success if it wasn't for Tatsumaki's stream a few days later. He's watching. She's wearing a cute costume he helped pay for. Everything is perfect. And she says -

"I have to tell you guys what happened this weekend. Wait, hang on." She checks something on her monitor. "Okay he's not watching. So I was hitting on this dude HARDCORE like, the whole time." That's weird. Wasn't she with King the whole con? Did it happen during his panels?

"And he's one of those guys, you know, who are super tall AND super shy? So cute." Wait a minute. "And I straight up asked him up to my hotel room, and he goes, 'to watch a movie?'" WAIT A MINUTE.

"I wasn't sure if he was rejecting me or just really didn't understand what I meant, so I said yeah. And guess what we watched. Guess. You'll never guess. That Doom movie from 2005 with Bones and The Rock." King has collapsed to the floor and is hyperventilating.

"Anyway I'm PRETTY sure he honestly did not realize I was trying to bang him, which is adorable but a little frustrating. I got his number. I'm thinking I'll send him pictures of me in cute outfits and ask what he thinks until I drive him insane with lust, that usually works."

King is lying on the floor for a solid twenty minutes before his phone buzzes and it's a picture of Tatsumaki in her latest maid dress (it's pink) tilted artfully to give a peek down the neckline, asking what he thinks. He sends a thumbs-up emoji and goes back to the floor.

[credince--writes]

One of my favorite scenes in Jitters

For some of my wonderful followers who have been ride-or-die since the start of Jitters, I'd like to reshare one of my favorite scenes from the entire book.

From MacLovin':

"Walk fast." Jitters eyes were wide, striding past Ghost in one of the pathways between slot machines.

He didn't question it, turning to follow her and keeping up a striding pace pretty easy.

"Hey! Hey you- Stop!" A security guard tries to keep up with them, but with Jitters weaving in and around people, and Ghost naturally causing people to veer away from him, the two quickly navigated away.

"What'd you do?" Ghost leans forward- just enough to shift his shoulder forward as if he were ready to shield with his body as she passed in front of him.

She pulled him off to the side, behind a wall to some kind of exit. "Technically? A felony. No problemo' tho. I got one of these." She held up a golden card, engraved with the casino's logo.

"And that would be..."

"It's a bottomless drinks card." She grins. One of those evil, youthful, get so drunk it fucking hurts grins.

"How'd you manage that?" He asked.

"Do you really wanna know, or do you wanna go get a drink."

The two, did indeed go get a drink. Many drinks, to be exact. The copious amounts of alcohol the two consumed was a monumental peak in Simon's life. He couldn't remember the last time he had gotten this drink under good pretenses.

"It's free!" she whisper yelled to him.

"Have another one!" She whispers and laughs as she wiggles the card at him.

They were somewhere- apparently, the fucking place had an aquarium. Build into the hallway to the hotel.

"We should get to bed." He comments.

"God what are you my father?" She asked, sitting down on and ledge and staring at the aquarium across from her.

"Someone has to fuckin act like it." He grumbles, fidgeting with the hem of the mask rubbing against his neck

"You know." She slurs.

"Know what."

"You look like you could hold up a convenience store." She glances at him.

"Who's to say I hadn't?" He slightly slurs back.

"You're too much of a softie." She replies back. "Like a sponge."

"Sponge?" He echos.

"Yea. Fuckin' sponge. Or one of those explodey-fishes."

"The fuck are you goin' on about?"

"Uhhh. Puffy. Puffing? No. No. Pufferfish. You're a pufferfish." She agrees with herself.

"I am a man. Not a fish."

"Nah. You're a fish." She keeps going.

"I'd say you're somethin' like a dolphin but they rape baby seals to death."

"What?" He asks.

"Brutal bastards." She agrees.

"Hm."

"Betcha I could swim in there." She comments.

"I'd let the dolphin get ya'."

"Fuckin' brutal."

"Alright, Get up." He says, standing up.

"We going to beddie-bye?" She asks.

"You are, at least." He says, softly leading her towards the elevator with his arm.

"If there is a woman, that isn't me, in my bed. Or any bed, for that matter, when I get into that room. I'm gonna jump."

"Just go to my room."

"Don't know your number."

"546."

"I'm not going to rem. Rem." She pauses. "Gonna puke."

His eyes widen slightly, looking around.

No trash can- no bathroom.

There's a large planter, next to the start of the fish tank.

He all but picks her up, carrying her 6 large long steps to the panted to where she grabs the rim of the planter, and throws up- violently- into the planter.

"Smells like sex on the beach." She comments, rubbing her mouth.

"I've seen worse."

"Just doing my duty to fertilize the plants, Spook."

"You should take up gardening."

They made there way to the elevator, Ghost punching in the floor, slinging her arm around his shoulder while he dragged her to her room. Digging her card out of her pocket and scanning into the room. Pushing the door open and finding a silent, empty room. He dragged her into the bathroom, filling up a cup of water and forcing her to at least wash out her mouth before she went to sleep.

"You'd make a great dad." She comments, after spitting the water out into the sink.

"Why's that."

"You've even got the shitty jokes."

"Hm."

He leads her to the bed, removing her shoes and laying her down on the bed.

She was essentially already out cold. So he glanced around, trying to find a pen. When he did, he grabbed for it, lifting her deadweight arm and writing his room number and floor down on it.

And with that, he turned off the lights and left the room.

[liber-what-ia]

So this post was supposed to be a reblog of another post I saw, but tumblr shut down while I was replying and I can't seem to find it again. It was about how Din's interactions with other characters make evident how devoid of chemistry the ones with Bo-Katan are. Feel free to point me at the post if you saw it, and I will reblog it since I 100% agree with them. EDIT finally found it, it was @turkwriter who wrote it, you can find the reblog earlier on my blog.

Anyway, here's my addition (spoilers for S3 ahead).

I don't know if the writers will go down the Din/Bo route (it seems so surreal, even for SW and even for this season) but it's clear how limiting Din's interaction with other characters was a deliberate choice to put Bo-Katan on a pedestal.

What follows doesn't solely concern Din/Bo. I have this odd feeling, that Favroni/the screenwriters took a trip into the fandom space and tried to implement fan tropes and wishes in the show (without even distinguishing between actual, serious wishes, and inside jokes carried out by memes).

Like, did you notice how Din and Bo go on a first-name basis as soon as the second episode? Bo-Katan even gets to be called by nickname (Bo). We all know how names are relevant to the fans and I think all of you are familiar with the trope of being called by name as an act of intimacy, especially for someone (Din) who doesn't share it easily.

Then there's the sheer amount of times Din has to be saved by Bo-Katan. I.e. "Damsel in distress" applied to a very competent character who is also jokingly labeled as a himbo, and his himbo side this season went through the roof for no apparent reason. He forgot about at least half of his fighting equipment, for istance.

Also, all the physical contact Bo and Din have. Not that much actually, but she puts a hand on his shoulder several times and we all know about touch-starved tropes with Din (big fan here too but no thanks).

Then, the overall growing silliness in the season. Don't get me wrong, Star Wars can and will be silly. But having Lizzo+Jack Black+Christopher Lloyd in the same episode was like reading a tumblr post about improbable cameos we wished to see in The Mandalorian (which in turn is irony on how the writers love their cameos).

Also, how Grogu has been completely turned into a puppet. I'm gonna say it: I hate his somersaults. They're ridiculous, they make it apparent how fake he his and they're overused as a cuteness treat. Apart from that, Grogu's development was close to non-existent if not for the flashback he got and the cringe mech suit of his deceased nanny allowing him to comunicate (and enrages me cause was it so difficult to give him a YES/NO pocket device to communicate??). Sorry if I'm digressing. But Grogu this season felt 95% the merchandise Disney sees him as.

And finally, but there's probably a lot more, how Paz is suddenly made relevant through having a son. Admittedly this is an old trope and I knew since episode 1, when they hinted at the connection between Paz and the yet unnamed Ragnar, that Paz wasn't going to make it out alive. It's the old trick of emotionally investing the audience though an universal tragedy (losing a parent) in order to make their death more significant without having to explore them. Which they didn't of course.

This is just from the top of my head. I'll admit I have trouble remembering other details because my investment sunk a great deal and I can barely tell the episodes apart, so feel free to add on or correct me on my impressions.

[lakemichigans]

tlou episode 4 thoughts!

- i loved seeing ellie play around with the gun in the bathroom. that felt like the perfect amount of childish innocence contrasted with the fact that she clearly knows how to use a gun on some level

- THE JOKE BOOK THE JOKE BOOK THE JOKE BOOK!!!!

- i totally didn't think we would see that scene with ellie and joel in the truck, i thought that the end of the last episode was all we'd see! i even showed my friend a clip of that scene from the game because i didn't want her to miss out, oops. super cute though

- joel not being able to sleep because god help him, he has a job to do. my hearttttt 😭 and the fact that as soon as he recognizes that he cares about her, even the smallest bit, he rebuilds that wall and insists that she's just "cargo", not family. typical joel.

- they really upped the tension leading up to the iconic "he ain't even hurt" scene (although i'm sad they cut that line, because it implied so much about joel). i loved how ellie felt genuinely scared and joel kicked into protector mode (and the callback to sarah hurting her leg: "are you hurt anywhere, are you hurt?" was so good)

- okay so of all my predictions on how the stolen gun would turn out, ellie successfully saving joel was the option i called the most boring, but i'm actually 100% happy with how it turned out. we finally get to see some humanity, remorse, and sadness from ellie in relation to death, something i've been CRAVING. this felt like the ellie i know and my heart broke seeing how that encounter happened. the fact that joel actually apologizes and doesn't act like an asshole after? hello?? that was a welcome change. hbo!joel is a lot more self-loathing where game!joel is more closed off to emotion in general, so this makes sense to me. joel teaching ellie how to properly hold the gun was so cute! and then she puts the gun in her pocket anyway yesss that's so ellie, that's my little shit

- "it wasn't my first time." HMMMM is she talking about riley? did she have to kill riley? :( or someone else?

- melanie lynskey killing it as always!!! it makes so much sense to tie her to henry. i'm super interested by her story! it feels like a soft intro to abby's future story; maybe they're introducing the idea of the cycle of revenge now so people won't freak the fuck out when we get to part 2? one can hope...

- jeffrey pierce!!! i didn't recognize his face but as soon as i heard his voice i was like omg

- joel wheezing his way up the stairs was so cuuuuute, "get up you lazy ass" 😭 i love them so much

- what a beautiful fucking scene, you know the scene i'm talking about. man. i could listen to them laugh with each other all day 🥺 reminds me of this concept art:

- HENRY AND SAM!!!! they must've already been in the building right? i loooove the way they introduced them after joel promised that no one would sneak up on them and they already stated that joel is hard of hearing on the right side, which we then see that he rolled over in his sleep (letting his guard down) and he didn't hear them sneaking in. just another one of joel's "failures" in his mind. and sam is deaf (?) or possibly they're just using sign language as a way to stay silent/safe? either way it all ties together so well

- this is a dumb complaint but i really wish they had used ashley johnson's cover of true faith for the credits. but i'm glad lotte kestner is getting recognition after what happened with the original trailer

- neil druckmann in the post-credits saying "i love humanizing villains" sooo real, i love it

[notsobeautifuldisaester]

I've been having KS on my mind, so here are some out-of-pocket headcanons (mainly about the side characters)

Tw: Homophobia, implied sexual content, sexual harassment, child injury, bullying, depression, disordered eating, PTSD, self-harm

Sangwoo killed nine women prior to the CEO'S daughter

Sangwoo picking of his victims varies. Sometimes it's because they're easy to get, sometimes it's because the victim pisses him off, sometimes they resemble his mom, and sometimes he thinks the world would be better off without them. The first one was an elderly lady who found Eunseo's corpse.

Sangwoo didn't kill every woman he dated/slept with. He has about 5 serious exes (One he killed when she found a tied-up victim of his.

Bum is a frequent user of dcinside, a forum site. He's usually on the dating advice side of things, he's usually a nuisance to the other user.

Kwak's son died in a traffic accident. Due to him and his ex wife divorcing (work got in the way), they don't see each other that much.

Seokho's ex-wife would have accepted if just told her Seokho he was gay (she would be confused at first but wouldn't harbor any resentment), she mainly was betrayed by his cheating, lying, and spending a considerable amount of money at the bars.

The bartender from the second gay bar and Seokho were friends from the military plus he was one of the few who attended his funeral.

Seokho's family practically disowned him not only for his infidelity but because he was gay

Seokho's family was generally strict and conservative which made him feel like he had to lie

Seokho was selfish in his encounters, usually rushing and pressuring his partners into sex before moving on to the next man.

He tried to get his act together with Sangwoo such as stopping himself when he noticed that Sangwoo was distressed and asking Sangwoo if he was going too fast.

Jieun and Donggyu were childhood friends. Their moms was friends and they grew to like each.

Their friendship wasn't entirely wholesome. You know those stock bully characters. That was them. Donggyu would steal people's food, kick them around, spray them with water guns and pull girl's hair while Jieun would make mean names for kids she saw as behind her (eg; they were ugly, acted oddly, smelled bad, or plain jealousy on her part.)

Jieun was actually serious about Sangwoo. All the boyfriends she had prior to him were more or less flings.

Choker Boy (Ro Kun-Won) is relatively plain and quiet in his day-to-day life.

The ski mom and her kid did survive their attack. The son woke up and got help.

Jieun's mother grew extremely depressed after her daughter's murder to the point that she barely ate and didn't have the energy to cry when identifying her daughter's body

Ski mom had trouble identifying her attacker since Sangwoo was wearing a mask, one of her eyes was bloodshot, and his hair wasn't showing. His eyes were his only identifying marker.

Both the ski mom and ski kid suffered psychological trauma from their attack. The ski mom was repeatedly questioned and accused of lying for attention even as going to court and showing evidence. The ski kid blames himself for getting them in the situation in the first place and suffers nightmares and self-harm due to guilt.

The Ceo's daughter was a massive goal for Sangwoo. He thought it he could kill her and get away with it, he could do anything.

Sam-Kyung (My fan name for the Ceo's daughter) show of "arrogance" was when she said that Sangwoo's house was a bit plain (as a joke)

Sam-Kyung only used her status as the CEO's daughter when Sangwoo was going to kill her, She and her father's relationship is a bit strained.

[zofiawithaz]

Thank You, Thank You Very Much

TIMING: Evening

LOCATION: A Latte to Love

PARTIES: @sofiedupont and @magmahearts

SUMMARY: Cass saw Sofie's add for two dollar slates. But Cass wants to buy it for free fifty.

CONTENT WARNINGS: None :)

She hadn’t really been anticipating anyone to act on the joke of a listing. After all, Victorian era iPads weren’t a thing. The chalk boards had simply been taking up room in her closet, and she wanted them gone. And two dollars seemed a good asking price. 

Sofie sat at A Latte To Love waiting for the woman who’d requested the tablet. Two dollars didn’t seem like a huge asking price, at least not in Sofie’s opinion. Maybe she’d give it to the girl for one, depending on how this went. The door opened to the cafe, and Sofie looked up, waving a hand at the person who’d just walked in. “Are you looking for me?”

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Okay, so it probably wasn’t an actual iPad. In fact, Cass had seen the seller mention to someone else that it was just a chalkboard, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want it. Clever marketing ploys aside, it would be handy to have a chalkboard around the cave. In all the shows she’d seen, the cool kids always had chalkboards in their rooms. They wrote things on them. Cass could do that.

But there was, of course, the tiny problem that she didn’t have two dollars to spend. All the money Cass made (read: stole) tended to go towards the necessities. Food to keep her from starving, soap so she wouldn’t start to smell, comic books so she could keep up with the latest plotlines. Important stuff. She couldn’t really justify spending even a small amount on something frivolous like this, not when two dollars could buy her lunch if she got it at the right place. But there were other ways to get what you wanted. She’d done it already with the stranger’s Bucky Bear. She could do it again with this. It’d be easy. 

Walking into the cafe, she spotted the waving woman easily and assumed that was who she was here to see. Plastering on her best smile, she approached the table. “I think so! You’re the woman with the chalkboard, right?”

—

She seemed young. Younger than Sofie had anticipated. Perhaps it was she was so used to her clientele being old people with deep pockets. But also supposed it was the nature of this deal. It was a simple chalk slate, and it wasn’t really worth all that much. And it certainly wasn’t in good enough condition to be a museum piece. It was well worn with years of use. 

“Yes, that is me. You can call me Sofie, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” She reached out to shake the young woman’s hand before gesturing to the counter. “Can I get you a coffee or anything?” It was a usual pattern she fell into. Make the customer feel at ease, get them something to drink, especially if they’ll be dropping upwards of six figures- except that wasn’t the case with this particular deal. If anything, Sofie was offering because they were young. “If not we can get down to business, if you’d like.” 

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Sofie. Cass let the name settle into her mind with a nod. “I’m Cass,” she replied, reaching out and shaking the woman’s hand. It was an action she’d only ever seen done in movies, and she wasn’t sure she did it right — did it matter which way you shook? — but she felt accomplished through it, anyway. 

Leaning back into her seat, she considered. She was never one to say no to free food, even when she probably should. “A scone,” she decided. “That’s very nice of you.” But also not necessarily what she needed. If she was going to get this chalkboard for free, she’d need to trick the woman into making a promise to that effect or simply thanking her. The latter was always easier. “I don’t mind talking a bit. If you want to. I saw your shop on your page, and it looks very interesting. How long have you been collecting things?”

—

“A pleasure to meet you, Cass.” She shook the young woman’s hand. Giving a curt nod, she went over to the counter. A few minutes later, she returned with a scone in hand, and set it down in front of the young woman. 

“I don’t mind at all,” Sofie loved a bit of conversation. It made everything so much more personable. She enjoyed getting to know why  certain clients wanted certain things. “Oh! Practically my whole life.” Her life had simply been longer than most. “I always liked pretty things, interesting things. It just sort of accumulated after a while, and then I started selling off the things I could no longer hold onto. Why the chalk board, if I might ask? Are you a student locally?”

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“You too, Sofie!” Cass flashed her most dazzling smile. When Sofie put the scone in front of her, she wasted no time digging into it; it was clear by how furiously she ate that her stomach had been empty for quite a while, and clear from the way a piece of the scone was tucked away into her shirt pocket that she was anticipating another long stretch before her next meal. But, of course, Cass wasn’t aware of just how obvious it would be; she wasn’t used to anyone paying enough attention to her to pick up on such things. 

Doing something for your whole life was a fascinating concept. Cass had always moved around a lot by necessity; Hawaii was the longest she’d ever stayed in one place, and even there she’d bounced from house to house, unwanted in every place she’d landed. She wondered what it was like, sticking with something. She thought she might like to find out. “That’s so cool. Your store is, like, awesome by the way. I looked through your page. It’s so cool.” She was laying it on a little thick, maybe, but she wanted that thank you. “I’m just looking to decorate my room.” Not a lie, just a very vague version of the truth. No one had to know that her room was in a cave, because people got weird about that sometimes. “I’m not a student or anything, though.”

—

Sofie frowned slightly, but managed to keep most of her concern from her face. The poor thing ate like she was half starved. And yet, she didn’t finish the scone. She’d squirreled half of it away in her pocket.  The vampire excused herself a moment sd the woman ate, ordering the closest thing on the menu she’d seen that resembled a sandwich. Just so Sofie could be sure she was getting something more nutritional than a scone. She set herself back down, sliding the sandwich in front of the young woman wordlessly. 

Her expression warmed as the young woman showered her in compliments. “Well that is awfully sweet of you. I’m always happy that people seem to like the bits and bobs I’ve collected.” She raised her eyebrows. A chalkboard that had seen better days made for a strange decoration. But one man’s trash… “Ah, alright. So you live in town then? I apologize, with the university in town, I have a tendency to assume every young person goes there.”

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Cass hadn’t asked for the sandwich, but she certainly wouldn’t turn it away. She grabbed it before Sofie could change her mind about giving it to her, shoving almost the entire thing into her mouth at once and scarcely stopping to chew. There was no telling where her next meal might come from, but she didn’t have the self control to savor this one. The sandwich, much like the scone, was gone in a flash. Now, to the more important matter at hand.

She’d expected a thanks in return for the compliment, but it seemed she’d have to work a little harder for that. That was okay. She didn’t mind a challenge. After all, Miles Morales had to put a lot of work into convincing New York that he was a worthy successor to Peter Parker. Cass could do just the same. “I bet you’ve got a really cool collection. What’s the coolest thing you have?” Maybe that was her in. Compliment Sofie’s tastes to flatter her. “That’s okay. I live in town, yes. For a few months now.”

—

Sofie watched, startled as the young woman scarfed down the food as though she’d never see another bite. She wondered just how hungry the poor thing was. She was eating like a half starved animal. The vampire didn’t say anything. It wasn’t exactly like she could judge the girl. Thinking back to those first days on her own, Sofie knew what it was like to be half starved.

Concern melted to pride as Cass laid on the compliments. Sitting up a bit straighter, she smiled brightly. “The coolest thing I have,” she echoed, pausing a moment to think. “A music box from the nineteenth century. Automata was all the rage at that point, and I have a music box that has a figure of a bird on top that flaps it’s wings and sings. That piece isn’t for sale though. It’s in my private collection ”

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The music box did sound cool. If Cass were a little meaner, she might switch gears entirely, try to get Sofie to part with the priceless music box rather than the cheap chalkboard, but she wasn’t cruel. Even if the music box would probably feed her for a month, she wouldn’t attempt to steal it. Sofie was nice, and had bought her food without her asking for it. She didn’t deserve to be stolen from the way the rich people in their big houses with the easy to open windows did.

“That sounds so cool,” she breathed, the excitement not even exaggerated for effect. “I bet you’ve got all kinds of stuff like that. You seem like somebody who’s really good at finding things and getting them for a deal.” And so was Cass, though she figured her methods differed Sofie’s just a little. 

—

Sofie couldn’t help but be pleased that someone young found interest in old things. Probably because she was an old thing herself. But regardless of why, it warmed something in her chest, and she smiled fondly. 

“Well I like to think so.” She said. “Thank you, you’re very kind. I do like a good bargain now and again. I inherited a good portion of it though. It sort of fell into my lap as it were.” It wasn’t a lie. Not technically. She had inherited it from her sire. Even if it hadn’t been left to her in anything binding. Sofie was the only one left to take the woman’s things anyway.

____

And there it was. The thank you passed through Sofie’s lips at last, and it took everything Cass had not to physically celebrate the win. It had been harder to coax out than she’d though it would be, but that kind of made it better. She grinned, eyes bright.

“You’re welcome,” she replied cheerily. “In exchange for your thanks, I’d like you to give me the chalkboard for free.” If Sofie had never been bound before, she might find the phrasing a little odd… but she wouldn’t be able to fight it without consequences. And consequences were rarely worth it for something so small.

—

For free? Sofie looked at the young woman, confused. But the listing had been for two dollars. “But…” in exchange for her thanks? She blinked once… twice…

But really, in the grand scheme of things, was two dollars all that much? It was frivolous. Two dollars wouldn’t make or break the vampire. The young woman did seem to really like it. A confused look still on her face, Sofie reached into her bag and took out the slate, and held it out to Cass. “Here?”

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Some fae relished in this. Cass knew that. There were fae out there who bound people they didn’t actually need or want anything from at all just to experience the euphoria of moments like this. The confusion sparking over Sofie’s face, followed by the rationalization and the acceptance. Cass herself had never enjoyed it much. It always filled her with an acidic sort of guilt, even if it was never quite enough to stop her. She still did what she did, even when it was wrong. Even when she knew it was wrong. 

But she smiled anyway. She reached out, she took the chalkboard, she pretended it didn’t make her a bad person. “Awesome!” She tucked the prize away into her bag, flashing Sofie a grin. “Really great doing business with you, Sofie!”

—-

Sofie blinked rapidly, still utterly confused as to just why her arms were moving to hand over the slate without payment. It didn’t make sense. Except for that it did make sense. She couldn’t quite place why. 

“Of course?” Her voice swooped up in question, instead of the usual cheerful tone she adopted whenever a sale was made. But this wasn’t a sale. “But this isn’t business?” It wasn’t so much a question as it was utter confusion. She relinquished her slate, and blinked once more. “I’ll see you around, I suppose.” The vampire said, shaking her head softly. She hadn’t the foggiest idea of what had just happened, but at least it had only been a slate for two dollars, and not a necklace worth two thousand.

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[magicalgirlagency]

Since we're talking about Rebellion!Homura, can we learn some more stuff about Magi!Homura? It's been a while since the last time you've talked about her.

Nothing makes me happier than having to discuss about my superior writing. The Big Shots aren't ready for my incredible amounts of talent, I'm tellin' you.

Anyways, jokes aside, let's get this over with:

Magi!Homura is asexual and an atheist. She gives up on Catholicism because she's trying to let go of those crippling feelings of guilt and shame (don't worry, she's still sapphic, though not as problematic as she has become in canon);

Referencing clearandsweet's rewrite of Rebellion, she struggles with Imposter Syndrome. She doesn't see herself as "True Magical Girl Material" and asks herself if she'll ever live to Wondaria's standards and honor its Queen;

She sleeps with a nightlight on, because she afraid of waking up in the same hospital room again and find out that Wondaria was all a dream;

Her hobby is photography and journalling. Now free from her time loop, she wants to document and secure her memories in some way, now aiming to do all that she wants to do before dying;

However, Wondaria's Walpurgisnacht celebrations make her uncomfortable, so she doesn't participate during its festivities, at least not for a while until she feels confident enough;

Due to her delicate heart condition, she has to take iron supplements as medication. Even with her Assigned Gemstone, she still has to deal with some occasional episodes and take care of herself accordingly;

Complementing the last bullet, Homura doesn't move a lot in action, so she acts like a sniper from the sidelines, relying on projectiles during her training sessions;

The shield has been replaced with a silver pocket watch, that also functions as a time stopper;

Her human-made arsenal has been replaced by Wondaria's mystic one. She uses a magic bow (referencing the obscure Wraith Arc), her pipe bombs and grenades have been replaced with molotov cocktails made out of potions;

However, she still steals firearms from Earth's police forces, military armies and yakuzas, but ends up donating them to several crafters and blacksmiths throughout Wondaria to be modified into mystical weaponry;

Homura's new Magic Attack is called "Sagitta Umbras", complementing Madoka's "Sagitta Luminis". This means that she's currently working to embrace her darkness in a much healthier way;

In an ironic twist fo fate, Homura becomes a History Major, wanting to learn more about Wondaria and its history, and how it connects with her current predictament;

However, her academical pursuits would lead to the dark discovery that she was the indirect cause of Wondaria's existence, thus leading to a fallout with Queen Meg and a brief relapse in her healing journey;

As stated multiple times before, Magi!Homura's journey is one of liberation but with proper guidance. She was rescued before the Incubators could do anything to her and drive her to suicide, so she cannot become the insatiable and selfish demoness from the history books;

She's not only building an identity for herself and discovering love in many forms that aren't romantic, but also making up for the time and youth she has lost to the time loop. Now that she's free from the ones who made her suffer, she's got a whole life ahead of her.

[judgementdaysunshine]

Hii! I hope I'm allowed to send this even tho I'm a new follower if not, so sorry!! I just find this whole thing really nice and I checked out your writing, it's great!!!

"⚓️ - Send this with a description of yourself and the fandom(s) you want a ship for!" Could I please get this with Harry Potter and Stranger things? 💗

I am an omnisexual (leaning towards men) she/her female.

I am 5'5 and not really chubby but not really skinny either? I'm in the middle. I'm white so on the paler side but I COOK in the summer, trust. I have hazel/green eyes and light brown, thick, fluffy hair that sits just above my armpits. My style mixes between y2k/streetwear to girlier (I think it'd called coquette).

My hobbies are drawing, writing, and I enjoy many different sports bit don't play super often. I am a HUGEEE foodie, I'll marry you if you give me some good food. If eating and shopping were officially considered hobbies, they'd be mine.

I love my stuffed animals (seriously, I have an unhealthy amount on my bed.), makeup and perfume (although I only wear mascara, lipgloss, and highlighter and only on certain days.). My fav colours are cherry (dark) red and baby pink. I love the tight shirt and baggy pants combo, but also baggy + baggy combo.

My hogwarts house is ravenclaw and I'm an A+ to B (occasionally a b- but only in certain subjects) student. I'm pretty shy when I don't know someone but once we are close I'm really loud and odd. I'm kind of a nerd when it comes to things I enjoy, I can easily get into a ramble about them if they are even slightly mentioned ☠️. I know a lot of people but have 5-6 friends that I truly trust. I'd also say I'm a girls girl, but am also friends with a couple guys.

I say mean things but make it well known that I don't actually mean them and they are all lighthearted jokes that mainly are only said after they are said to me first. I have a really kind and sensitive heart but I cover it up with sarcasm and sassy jokes (that is also my personality, but only one side.) because one of my biggest fears is to be seen as weak or pitiful. I don't talk about my family life because I would rather seem like my life is put together, I don't l want to seem like the friend with a messy life.

I overall have confidence but have my insecure moments. I'm also an ambivert leaning towards extrovert, I enjoy hanging out w people but need a bit of time to myself to recharge after.

Also I apologize if the formatting is wrong or anything!! I've never done anything like this on here before :))

Ofc honey! Everyone is included!

First I ship you with James Potter! 🧡

He likes to silently listen to you rambles no matter what they are about or how long they are he always listens with a gentle smile on his face

He gets you a new stuffed animal every week when he can in between studies and classes always leaving the stuffed animal and a flower on your bed when you're in class

He loves how you just fit in with him and his friends always acting like an older sister to Remus and Sirius who love you dearly and protect you like you protect them

He likes to take you near the lake with food for a picnic instead of sitting and eating in the great hall sometimes so the two of you can have some time together

He likes your sarcasm within your humor always smiling and chuckling at the obvious sarcasm in your jokes especially if you're done dealing with people

He likes helping you with things even if they frustrate him too like helping you with potions or studying a spell together he doesn't stop until you got it in your back pocket

Next I ship you with Steve Harrington ❣️

He likes to bring you food with little notes attached to it even if some of them are cheesy but each note makes you smile

He likes to see you in baggy pants especially if you're also wearing one of his shirts it adds to the look for him making him smile from ear to ear when he sees you in baggy pants and one of his shirts for the day

He likes going out shopping and eating with you even if it's just for clothes or grocery shopping for the month he still likes going holding your hand the whole time

He likes to see you in anything red especially bright red to him red made you more vibrant and brought out more of your features especially your smile

He likes to read what you write especially poe's and stories always smiling and being giddy if it's about him

He likes to watch you draw but he loves when you draw him and leave it nearly folded in his pocket or on his pillow when you stay the night with him