#they want a win they can get vicariously through others

[aziraphales-library]

this is going to sound slightly stupid i’m begging you to bear with me

you know those fanfics from like 2013, the rpf’s that (usually) were about musicians like harry styles or brenden urie?

they’d go something along the lines of, ‘not-like-other-girls’ sitting in the crowd of a concert her friend dragged her out to, but she just doesn’t care about the music it’s so not her thing so she reads a book during the concert (cue the groans). then the lead singer sees her and is totally taken by her uniqueness and calls her out from the stage or asks to see her after the show yada yada.

anyway, i saw some fan art of rockstar!crowley and normie!aziraphale, and i thought it’d be fun to see if there’s anything similar to those kinds of rpf’s but instead for crowley and aziraphale!

We have a #famous crowley tag you can check out. Here are some fics in which Crowley is famous and Aziraphale is not...

A rockstar's love by The_boxhead (G)

Crowley had a lot of problems finding someone to have a relationship with as the famous rockstar that he is. But that day when he entered that coffee shop and saw that blond haired man behind the counter, he didn’t want more than to get to know that beautiful angel with that cute smile.

Star Crossed by AppleSeeds (T)

When Crowley, the lead singer of wildly successful rock band The Sixth Circle, agrees to take part in a radio show discussion feature, the last thing he expects is to come away from it completely smitten with a man who must be the world's most adorable magician. Crowley's uncharacteristic behaviour towards Aziraphale during the show doesn't go unnoticed by the listeners, with speculation soon running rife online. Only one thing for it - Crowley just needs to engineer an opportunity to see Aziraphale again. All in the name of generating publicity, of course.

Never Too Late by AppleSeeds (T)

It's been thirty-five years since the height of Aziraphale's enormous crush on rockstar Anthony Crowley, but when he sees that Anthony is still performing, Aziraphale feels he owes it to his younger self not to pass up the opportunity to finally hear him sing live. The last thing he expects is for Anthony to actually approach him once the concert is over, extending an invitation that surpasses every fantasy Aziraphale harboured about him as a young man and resulting in the most memorable night of his life.

The Only One I Still Know How to See by Furuba_Fangirl (E)

Aziraphale has been an admirer of Anthony J. Crowley for years. However, the gap between audience member and stage actor begins to thin when they are given the chance to officially meet.

Soho by Lurlur (E)

Aziraphale lives a quiet kind of life, running a quiet specialist bookshop in one of the liveliest districts of London. He's content with his lot, happy with his friends, tolerant of his probably-human housemate, living vicariously through the gossip pages. One day, a chance encounter with Anthony Crowley, lead singer of wildly successful rock band The Demons, threatens to turn his whole world upside down.

Find the Light by klikandtuna (E)

I saw a collection of gifs on tumblr combining David Tennant as a rock star and Michael Sheen as a school headmaster (see the notes of Chapter 1 for a link to the post!) and someone said that it ought to be a fic, sooooo I've made it a fic. Here's a heapin' helping of rock-star Crowley and headmaster Aziraphale! Now with shiny new cover art, also by me!

Win a Date With Anthony J. Crowley! by Caedmon (E)

Crowley is a world-famous rock star who sells out arenas. His name is synonymous with 'rock-n-roll', and he thrives on the spotlight. When he agrees to raffle off a date with himself for charity, he's expecting to meet an overzealous fan that wants to wear his skin and very well might try to roofie him. What he's not expecting is to be instantly attracted to the quiet man with the unusual name who shows up for the date at the Ritz... and he's certainly not expecting for Aziraphale to have no clue who he is...

- Mod D

[professor-doc-emeritus]

There's a lot of reddit refugees/AI bot accounts here and on other websites that are spreading AITA posts around, but not sharing the required-reading post that's necessary if you want to engage with that content without becoming a goblin

[emeraldspiral]

I feel like we don't talk enough about how Gaz is also a victim of Membrane's neglect and how that affects her sibling rivalry with Dib.

Like, I think because Dib is the deuteragonist of the show and Gaz is a supporting character it's easier to focus on analyzing him and everything going on in his life that influences his maladjusted behavior. But not a lot of people talk as much about why Gaz is the way she is. Why are her main emotions apathy and anger? Why is she the only other kid at skool besides Dib and Zim with no friends to hang out with at lunch or recess? Why are her revenges against Dib over things like cereal and pizza so over-the-top? Why does she purposefully try to destroy all human life and then get mad when it doesn't work?

Some of Gaz's behaviors have a pretty clear-cut cause and effect. She and Dib don't get to spend much time with their dad, so she gets upset when Dib's actions threaten their time together. Dib is also selfish and inconsiderate of Gaz, frequently stealing her food or talking her ear off about stuff she doesn't care about and expecting her to take an interest while never asking about her hobbies.

But I think some of her hostility toward Dib and general sour attitude can also be explained by Membrane's unequal treatment.

I've seen elsewhere that some people think Membrane favors Gaz because she's his "normal" child. He actually respects her gaming hobby and doesn't treat it like a phase she needs to grow out of. He doesn't talk down to her or try to push her into giving up something she loves in order to win his approval. Where Dib is constantly arguing with his dad about the legitimacy of his version of science, he and Gaz seem to have an easy rapport free of that kind of tension.

But is Membrane's behavior toward Gaz really a sign of favoritism, or just a different form of neglect?

The main conflict between Dib and Membrane stems from Membrane wanting Dib to be his successor. In Chickenfoot he specifically calls Dib "the future of the Membrane Empire", against Dib's wishes. In Mopiness of Doom, he and Dib finally bond when Dib decides to temporarily give up paranormal science and assist him with "real science". And supposedly, part of Eric Trueheart's clone Dib concept was that Membrane engineered Dib specifically to carry on his legacy.

But all of this begs the question, where does Gaz fit into Membrane's grand designs? Is she just the spare? She's just as smart, if not smarter than Dib, but we never see any indication that Membrane's trying to push her toward a career in science the way he is with Dib. It's one thing for him to not be bothered about her gaming hobby because it's not "disreputable", but there's no indication that Gaz has anymore interest in becoming a "real" scientist than Dib. So does Membrane just assume that since she's never shown any other ambitions she'll just fall straight down the path that's already been laid out for her, or does he just not care what she does with her life because he's only focused on living vicariously through Dib?

We don't know exactly how Membrane views his kids, but it's easy to see how a little girl might come to some pretty negative conclusions about what her status is in her father's eyes. Even if it's not true, Gaz might very well believe that he favors Dib. That despite Dib rejecting the legacy she was never considered for, despite him constantly getting into trouble and being weird and annoying and embarrassing, and putting his stupid hobbies ahead of their family, their dad doesn't give up on him as a lost cause. Even when he has another perfectly good child who mostly behaves herself and stays out of trouble, would never try to upstage him or ruin an important moment for him, who appreciates what little time they have together and would never jeopardize it by running off to play with some stupid alien, and who's just as smart and capable and not a weirdo paranormal-obsessed freak, Membrane still wants Dib to be his successor and not her.

Not only does this add more layers to her contempt for Dib, it could also explain her apathy and misanthropy. If her dad doesn't care about her, why should she care about anything? If he isn't concerned with her future, why should she concern herself with anything other than the immediate gratification of video games and pizza? Her dad and her brother both think their work is so much more important than spending quality time with her or talking about anything other than their "important work" whenever they're together. They both think they're saving the world, but they're either too blindly optimistic or too egotistical to realize that the slack-jawed idiots populating the planet are beyond salvation. But maybe if there was no humanity left for them to save, no heroic ambitions to fulfill, they'd finally treat her like someone worth paying attention too.

[onceonafullmoon]

Convos With Rin

Rin x Gn! Reader

No warnings! Just pure fluff, also you can ignore the last 2 lines if you want to read this as platonic!

Aka: maladaptive daydreams by yours truly that I cleaned up and formatted. Part 2 here

“Sometimes I wonder if the idealized, romanticized version of relationships I’ve built up in my head are subconsciously affecting my navigation in reality.”

“What?” Rin asks, rolling over from where he lies on his bed to look at you, his teal eyes switching from his phone to glance over at you.

“Sorry, that was word vomit.” You say waving a hand dismissively before speaking again. “It’s just… I mean that I wonder if my expectations of romantic relationships have been distorted because of all the media I consume. And I wonder if that would ruin any chance I have of a healthy relationship.”

You absentmindedly start fiddling with your fingers as you speak.

“Like, for example dating sims, every love interest is over possessive and jealous, and that’s fine, cause it’s a fantasy. And obviously it’s not endorsed in real life, because if you date someone who foams at the mouth every time you look at another man, you’ll have issues. But… sometimes I wonder if I’ll think back to those dumb games when I’m in a relationship and choose something unhealthy for myself.”

A comfortable silence lapses after your ramblings and you wait patiently for your best friend's response.

“…you sure do think a lot more than I expected.” He says after a while and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Wow thanks.” You drone out. “You know what? I’d rather you have just flipped me off and called me a dumbass than whatever attempt of a compliment that was.”

“Didn’t mean it like that, I meant that I’d never once thought about that.” He says cooly, in a way that makes you unfairly jealous of his demeanor.

“Yeah? Well, I’m not surprised. Your brain is composed of 50% football and the other half is basic motor skills. I doubt you’ve even thought of anything outside of that.”

“…not true.”

“Oh yeah, you’re right. Somewhere, squeezed between the cracks of those key areas, is your vast knowledge of horror trivia.” You joke, your eyes darting over his sprawled form.

“…” He hesitates to respond before muttering out. “That’s not what I meant.”

“What’d you mean then?”

“…nothing, never mind.”

“Oh boo, you whore.” You scoff, sitting up in his desk chair to devote your attention to him. “Come on tell meeee! I tell you everything… well, almost everything but— nonetheless…”

He glares but you simply smile at him before waiting eagerly for him to finally loosen his tongue and spill whatever he has locked away from you.

And maybe deep down he knows that there’s no winning against you because he ends up opening his mouth to speak.

“I…I think about romance sometimes.” He eventually admits, his eyes darting back to his phone in embarrassment.

“Oho?” You straighten up further, a goading grin on your face much to his annoyance. “Our little Rinrin is growing up!”

“Fuck you, this is why I don’t tell you shit.”

“Aww come on, I won’t tease you anymore I promise! Please tell me more!” You practically beg, looking at him with prying eyes.

“This is lame.” Rin scoffs.

“You’re lame! Romance is perfectly natural. Anyways, is this a crush? A passing fantasy?”

“Why do you care so much?”

“I live vicariously through my friends’ love lives, now spillll!” You say, dragging out the last syllable deliberately to piss him off.

“I’m not having this conversation with you.”

“Why not?” You say a pout on your lips.

“Because you’re annoying and you’re only asking to make fun of me.”

“What? Me?” You gasp out in faux surprise. “Never, could I ever make fun of you, after all you’re my dearest most important–”

“Save it.” He cuts you off, content to ignore you now, engrossed in his phone.

“Kill joy… I’ll get it out of you one of these days.” You say darkly before leaning back to sulk in his chair.

“Over my dead body.” He mutters, but if you looked over to him again, you’d see the tell tale way his gaze fell back to you.

Unfortunately for you, Rin’s crush would stay a secret for just a little while longer.

[inklore]

pretty when you cry.

— stepbro!patrick zweig x f!reader

premise: you hate him. hate how messed up the both of you are. can't stand how the two of you have been weened off of spoonfuls of poison force fed to you by your parents and the only antidote you've ever been able to stomach has been each other.

contents: messed up step sibling with benefits dynamic, p in v, plot and backstory heavy a lil, abusive parents, oral, marking, blood mention, dirty talk, degradation, dacryphilia | wc: 1.4k+

note: the demons i have inside of me when i think of this man are absolutely batshit and i should seek help. enjoy!

“What’re you gonna do?” The look on his face is aggravating. Obscene in the way it makes something burn beneath your rib cage and singe its way down between your thighs.

Your eyes ache from your efforts to not let the tears that have gathered at your ducts fall onto your cheeks. To roll down only for him to mock—lick away with the tongue that peaks out from his lips as he smirks. 

“You’re going to cry? Really? I thought you were better than that.” 

“Fuck off.” 

You can see the puff of air that ghosts through the cold night air as he laughs under his breath. Pulling out a cigarette, inhaling twice before it’s lit, and releasing the smoke from his lungs into your face. 

“No more tough girl act, huh?” 

“No more ass kissing for money, huh?” 

This time, his laugh is deeper. The look of arrogance on his face more menacing with the way the street light is beating down on the two of you. 

Family dinner. 

What a fucking joke. 

It barely took five minutes before Patrick was getting into it with his father, and your mother had a mouthful of words to berate you. You hadn’t known why they even invited you, let alone Patrick, to this wannabe Partridge family shitshow. 

Patrick’s father, having washed his hands with his son long ago, finding zero use in someone who wasn’t making him money. 

And your mother barely able to look at you without disappointment written all over her face because she can’t live vicariously through you anymore. The day your athletic career ended, so did her pretending that she actually cared about you.

“Shitty parents build character,” someone once told you. Had patted you on the back and gave you that tight lipped smile people always did when they didn’t want to pity you, but also had no idea what to say to the shit end of the stick you were dealt. 

A smile you’d love more than to smash your fist into. Over and over and over. 

It’s really no surprise the way you and Patrick turned out. No surprise, the two of you have been at each other's throats since day one. Your parents turned the two of you into their own little competitive rivals they could bet against, give love and money to when the other came out on top. When one was knocked down and the other was spitting blood with their fingers curled in the asphalt. 

Which is why it was also no surprise when Patrick found his way into your room one night. No surprise when your face was pushed into your pillow, his mouth at the back of your ear daring you to scream his name loud enough for your parents to hear. 

“Let them know who’s winning, baby.” 

And it’s no surprise how the nightly visits turned into rough encounters in the kitchen with you bent over the counter, your mother within earshot in the other room, or the countless hookups in his father's car. 

If you had good parents, maybe they would have noticed. 

Maybe your mother would have questioned you more about why your knees were all skinned up. And you would have to tell her some lie about tripping during practice when, in reality, Patrick had you on your knees in the gravel, gagging on his cock, before he fucked you against the chain link fence when he visited you at university one night. 

But instead, your mother grabbed a handful of your hair and told you not to lose her money. 

And while, yeah, you did hate Patrick. Have always hated Patrick—maybe even a stronger word that portrays the burning sensation you get in your chest and the urge you have to pick and chew at your own skin, or his—when he’s around.

There’s still a part of you that’s almost grateful that he ruined your tennis career. 

Fucked it up for you only for him to become a waste himself. 

You’ll never tell him that, though. 

Especially not with the sickening look he keeps giving you now. 

The end of his cigarette put out against the brick wall his shoulder leans against. You can smell the nicotine when he steps closer to you. Your nostrils filled with the cheap cologne you hate actually works for him. 

The tip of his nose ghosts against your cheek when he whispers in your ears, “if you want a real reason to cry, just ask, baby.” 

You hate him. 

You hate how causally cruel he can be. How it’s easier for him to bite you in bitterness and animosity than it was for him to pretend he isn’t repulsed by wanting you—just as you are him. 

Except your bites sting and mark up his pride until he’s half way across the country trying to prove himself, if only to make you bite him harder. 

But what you hate most of all is how good it feels. 

How his words make goosebumps prick your bare legs. How when he pulls back to look at you, his mouth centimeters from your parted lips, he’s blurry from the tears that have yet to fall. The tears that your mother caused. Tears that would taste so much sweeter if they were coming from him. 

Because of him. 

Your cheeks stained way too many nights with tears and come from Patrick. 

There’s a silent communication that happens when your scowl wavers and his eyes flash to your mouth. A confirmation not needing words when you feel his fingers run up the side of your thigh, getting just below your skirt before he’s gripping the back of it to pull your thighs apart. The indent of his fingers hard and throbbing when he’s let go and pushed his palm around and up to cup you through your panties. 

The nicotine on his tongue pushing its way through your open mouth as his lips feather yours as he speaks, a hitch of your breath when his index finger runs along the wet patch on your underwear, makes his mouth pull up. 

“God, why are you so fucking pathetic?” The pad of his finger pushes against your clothed clit. Your mouth twitching open in a moan you refuse to let slip out. “I bet you’ve been wet all night, trying not to rub your greedy pussy against your seat in hopes I’d let you have a taste of my cock tonight.” He smirks, “no wonder mommy’s disappointed in you.” 

His mouth finally presses to yours just as the tears left in your eyes fall. When his words make your body collide into his like a moth to the flame that’s going to burn it alive. Kill it. Relieve them of a bitter, shitty life. 

Your underwear is ruined by the time Patrick has it pulled down your thighs. Torn and stretched out, marking bruises and rashes into your skin that remind you of the nights he purposely made your skin bleed just to lick his tongue over it and smirk when your mother yelled at you the next morning for not looking like her perfect show pony. 

Only for the two of you to meet in the hall wet, hard, fucking against the wall that displayed your seemingly perfect family photos. 

Your nails dig into the brick wall. Bring dirt under them and skin the beds of them when you wrap them around Patrick’s hand against your throat. 

The sound of his hips slapping against your ass as he fucks you hard and fast fills the alleyway. The pain of your pussy never having the opportunity to truly accommodate his size—to prepare for it—is exhilarating. Your inner thighs coated in your own slick. Your own shame. Your own pain that Patrick pulls out of you, causes you, eases into you, and adores you for just as much as he hates you for. 

“I hate you.” You choke out, swallow your moan, and hold it in until tears run down your cheeks. 

He groans against your cheek, “yeah? Fuck, say it again. Tell me how much you hate me. How much you hate how you can’t finger this little cunt without thinking of me even after all these years.” You can feel your knees grind against the brick; you know you’ll have scraps. You know you’ll press your finger into them for days, weeks, while they heal, and you think of Patrick. Fuck yourself from how wet the thought of him always makes you. 

Cry into your pillow in pleasure at how much you hate him. Hate yourself. Hate how fucked up the two of you are—how the two of you need this fucked up mess in order to live, breathe, come. 

Fuck, you’ve missed him. 

You clench your eyes shut as a hoarse cry is strangled from your lungs by his hands, cock, mouth against your jaw. 

“No one cries as pretty as you do, baby.” 

[writers-potion]

helloo! hope you’re having a good day ❤️ This might be a weird question but how should I choose my main character in a story? I usually get a general plot which doesn’t have the characters’ roles defined yet, and then I make the characters but I have trouble choosing who should be the main character, side character etc xd

Choosing the Right Character

Define the Plot Goal

Once you have a general plot, think about the lasting image you'd like your readers to take away. In other words, what's the moral/theme of the story?

If the story theme is "Love Wins All", your MC will be a cynic who realizes the importance of love.

If the story theme is "Hero Defeats Monsters", your MC will be someone who's willing to take risks, is loyal to friends, and is adventurous.

The plot is basically "what a character does in a story". Thus, you need to define clearly what you'd like to happen at the end - and choose a character who can plausibly deliver that ending.

Main Character - Character Development

Start off with your main character. What kind of character do we want? The specifics will differ story by story, but the general rules are:

They need to be capable of character development. At least in commercial fiction, the most attractive thing about an MC is their growth. This is because personal growth is so hard to achieve in real life, and readers want to feel satisfied as they watch their beloved MC achieve feats.

Are they relatable? In another words, your MC should have a mix of flaws and strengths. Not necessarily balanced, but (1) the combination must be plausible (not contradictory) and (2) it should make her relatable.

Make use of tropes. If you already have a plot, this should mean that there are going to be genre expectations. For a steamy romance, for example, readers are looking for a beautiful/handsome, good-at-heart heros who they can love vicariously through the other characters. You CAN write a romance with a genuinely ugly character, but it sure isn't going to be the next bestseller. Do some research into stories of your genre, and establish reader expectations to: (1) fulfill them or (2) subvert them appropriately for some fresh perspective.

Are they believable? Based on the time, location and culture of your story world, your MC must be believable in that they are someone who the readers can believe to have existed in such a background. This applies to fantasy characters, too.

Side Characters - Relationship to the MC

The most important thing to ask about side characters is: How do they serve the main character?

For sidekick/best friend characters: Make them immediately differentiable from the MC. Let them be supportive, having traits that can complement the MC.

For antagonists: Make them strong enough. They should be daunting to the MC, sometimes even stronger than them.

For 'guru' characters: Who is someone the MC can genuinely look up to? What kind of a teacher does your MC need - a caring guide or a tough coach?

Other side characters: What do they represent? Don't just make them stand-in puppets. How do their interactions/relationship with the MC stimulate him? Even if they don't do things directly with the MC, what the MC thinks about them/unconsciously 'learn' from them is important.

[teecupangel]

I’ve recently noticed (as in I only noticed recently, not it only happened recently) a distinct lack of it in your content so I thought I’d ask: opinion on EziDesAltCon? (I never know which order it’s supposed to be) cause to me it just seems like the obvious conclusion.

I honestly don’t know if there’s an ‘official’ shipping name for it. I usually go for AltDesEziCon, in the order of their games XD

I like it. Honestly, I’m all in for them being in a polycule or if this is primarily a Desmond harem XD

I cannot remember if I have ever answered something like this but there was this Desmond harem in a Royal ‘Family’ AU idea last year so I’ll focus on a poly kind of situation for this one.

Have some unorganized notes!

They all fall in love with Desmond first and it starts of as them being rivals for Desmond’s affection.

Altaïr and Ezio are highly competitive and tries to one man each other. Ratonhnhaké:ton is more of a chill dude but turns out to just be as competitive. He’s just more sly about it. There have been many Altaïr versus Ezio competitions that ended with Ratonhnhaké:ton’s stealth wins and it was all planned.

Desmond loves them all and realize that Altaïr and Ezio’s competitiveness is kinda like their foreplay.

He gets the idea of making them fall in love with one another so they can all be together (and Desmond doesn’t have to make a choice)

Shaun thought he was mad, Rebecca was more on the side of “It’s crazy enough to work”, Clay is there to watch the chaos unfold.

The Auditore family has an ongoing joke of disowning Ezio and adopting the others if he breaks up with any or all of them (not that it would happen)

Everyone but Ratonhnhaké:ton call Haytham ‘father-in-law’ to fuck with him. One time, Ezio calls him ‘father-in-law’ during a party with a lot of rich people and that’s how people learn that Haytham’s ‘unknown’ son is dating 3 dudes all at the same time.

They all call William Miles ‘Bill’ though.

This is full on modern day now apparently so Desmond’s parents are divorced and his mom married Minerva. Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton call Minerva stepmother-in-law while Desmond and Altaïr call her ‘Minerva’. Minerva just rolls with it and calls Desmond’s beaus “my stepson’s harem.” (this is honestly inspired by what @thedragonqueen1998 and I talked about in the comments of EOA XD)

They all live in a big apartment and have the biggest bed their friends have ever seen. They have a schedule on who does what chore each week. Altaïr is rarely given kitchen duties because he will season the ingredients and put it all in the oven. It’s not bad but Ezio keeps teasing him about his lack of variety. Ezio is forbidden to do groceries unsupervised because one time he bought more than they needed because things were ‘on sale’.

Altaïr’s grandfather doesn’t mind the number of lovers he has or that they’re men. He’s still annoying Altaïr to give him great grandchildren before he dies though.

Kids are not off the table but they want to spend time with each other first. (They all agree the oldest must be Desmond’s XD)

Malik is worried that Kadar would think that he could be invited into the poly. Kadar is honestly just living vicariously through Desmond at this point. He and Rebecca are the only two people Desmond confesses all the kinky shit they get into.

Leonardo knows the kinky shit they get into courtesy of Ezio.

Ratonhnhaké:ton doesn’t tell anyone the kinky shit they get into but Rebecca sometimes ask him for clarification because she knows he won’t embellish anything. (“Even the skydiving thing?” “Altaïr had to research a lot about that one”)

They sometimes go on doubledates and switch partners in different points of the day.

They have movie night every Sunday and the one who picks the movie is Desmond → Altaïr → Ezio → Ratonhnhaké:ton. Sometimes, movie night is in the comforts of their home, other times it’s in the movie theatres.

They schedule their offs so all of them can be together. Ezio is the one who mostly suggests they go somewhere which the others don’t mind.

Desmond always sleep in the middle of the bed, surrounded by the men he loves.

[mahaguro]

JJK 252 THOUGHTS

First thing I noticed was the art style on a number of pages. Last time this happened was when Maki fought the Zenin Clan and at the time I thought it was a stylistic choice. However, it was most likely due to Gege not having enough time illustrating all of it. Although I’d say this unintentional style is unironically too perfect given the chaos that is happening in Shinjuku.

Turns out Yuta didn’t actually get cooked. Still sustained heavy injuries, but was capable of letting out a signal for Maki to strike Sukuna from behind. And the fact has not disappeared suggests Yuta is still alive.

Ui Ui is working a 9-5 with every new casualty. Hopefully they could rejoin the battle later on.

Side note: Saw some “revival” theories yet again. Of all people who’ll most likely return to battle, I cannot see Gojo being one of them. As great as it would be, there’s no shot given the kind of sendoff he got. From a narrative perspective, it’s closer to wishful thinking.

Great to see that Soul Split Katana is lethal, making it harder for Sukuna to RCT his way out of this. A couple more direct hits and we’ll see heavy damages, perhaps even similar to what Yuji and Yuta were able to do within the domain.

Yuji is taking it rough 😭 Overexertion + relative novice to RCT healing doesn’t sound like a good mix at all. Also Choso’s alive??!! Turns out survived Sukuna’s piercing attack from many chapters ago!

Maki is holding up well against Sukuna. Way better than I thought, but I should expect no less from a fully realized Maki. Flipped his ass on his head. Ahh, great to see ☺️

Sukuna recognizes that Maki isn’t no bore of a sorcerer as she can see his technique better than the others. I’m curious to how this plays out and what more damages she’ll be able to inflict onto him.

She landed a direct hit through the heart and he’s not going down………….smh. The guy is just way too persistent.

POV SWITCH. Doesn’t seem like Gege is putting too much focus on Hakari vs Uraume. Just for the vicariously glazing Sukuna through Uraume. I’m maybe slightly interested as to how they’ll fair against Hakari’s barrage of attacks.

*Sigh*—I’m starting to think maybe Gege doesn’t want the protagonists to win.

Like, what do you mean by “still not using his full power” ? What more could there be besides black box / Fuga? Sukuna’s backstory is still unknown and with every new ability under his sleeve, I begin to wonder how he attained it.

Realistically, how do they expect to win? It seems like most of Jujutsu High’s cards has been shown and they’re only running out of surprises. Hopefully they’ll be able to come out with something new to counter the King of Curses. From how It appears Sukuna has one more thing in store.

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[josephinekhawaja]

“Not now, mommy and daddy are having a conversation.”

Please! (And I am aware I should probably just chalk it up as a Britishism, but the way she casually calls him “darling” in ensuing conversation gave me feels. And that she kept refraining from killing him for longer than I expected — I really needed that relief.) From the time I fell in love with Cassandra Nova in whatever trailer we first see her puppeting Wolverine, I figured I would ship her with Deadpool as my two expected favourites of the film (the two baldies together…plus the amusement of Wade Wilson boning the twin sister of Professor X? the jokes will write themselves). But maybe as late as the last week leading up to release date, I quickly pivoted in seeing the vision of the two British Villains instead, Mister Paradox x Cassandra Nova, on intuitive feeling (Novadox is the best ship name I could come up for them thus far). And I think I was rewarded more than I expected even if still not as much as I wanted. I need that team-up. Like I get that past an extent she would never have a need for him — but I will take an eternity in the multiverse of her just being his domme for all I care (the way she manhandled him in the third act...she went to town on him more extensively than anybody else). I will take anythiiiiing for them. Any content whatsoever. I know I whore myself out for many a rare pair as the only life I know, but I am beggiiiiing the universe now to not be the only shipper in this though I am certain I will be.

There are so many parallels between them that I would have to wait until streaming for the necessary constant pause and re-watch; and I appreciate how they are the bookend villains of the film, posing opposite ends of threats against our two best bubs. Also, I have never seen anything of “Succession”, but probably should now as I was never so thirsty to see any character onscreen than Matthew Macfadyen. I needed that man to live just so I can climb him like a fucking tree. So if I gotta live vicariously through the other hottie of the film then I win doubly.

Plus I feel them to be spiritually adjacent to my being the lone Sylvius shipper in a Loki fandom where literally everybody else has been Lokius versus Sylki. Like consummate TVA agent ❎ chaotic female ostensible villain. (And as I view Paradox to be more bad than good, and Sylvie to be more good than bad, each pair is pretty morally aligned within itself.) And I think I can live with this.

[uchihaharlot]

I have a question, what do you think of Obito/Tobi?

Hello nonny 😌🥹

You are my first ask on this blog 🥳🎉 And it’s of my beloved Obito/Tobi. 😍 Obito forever will be a gentle giant in my eyes with a side of fucking you stupid. Save that for another day. I will distinguish between the two personalities best I can. I feel like, aside from the mask hiding his identity, it was easier for him to be who he wanted to be in Tobi without the pressure.

Some sfw with mild suggestive themes Obito/Tobi headcanons:

Obito:

• Despite his role in bringing near world domination, he’s a lover not a fighter. After all the whole reason he went awol was because of Rin and Madara’s influence.

• Very easily manipulated. ☺️😅 Sorry Obito, he just is so gullible half majority the time. He doesn’t know any better, Madara completely lobotomized him from a young age to be his pawn after he died. A patsy for his own gain for Madara’s return from death.

• Definitely died virginal. Unless he fucked a white Zetsu, and as a teen he wasn’t very explorative given the seclusion and watchful eye of old man Madara. Plus he was focused on healing and growing half his damn body back. Plus, he didn’t look like himself anymore which probably gave him a bit of body dysmorphia and fed his insecurities.

• Genuinely believed he was being led the correct path in life. That he didn’t need anyone or the village — just Madara (especially didn’t need that Bakashi!!).

• Like majority of the men who are traumatized in this series, Obito can’t sleep at night. Late at night the inner confines of his mind play psychological warfare and close in on himself. ‘Am I doing the right thing?’ ‘Will this really make me feel better?’ ‘Will peace come once the dust settles?’

• Holds in his emotions until they crush him, figuratively and literally. Then he really carries the mantra of ‘burdened with glorious purpose.’ It replaces the heart on his sleeve and that’s when he hardens — or he thinks.

• Seeing Rin die definitely was that final straw and at the hands of Kakashi without any preemptive warning on the situation at hand. This is where Obito does a 180 and harnesses that resolve to carryon Madara’s will. Which is where Tobi comes out.

Tobi:

• Let’s see. I think when Obito designed became prisoner to this persona, it was a coping mechanism. Tobi was one way to get around his turmoil and needing a disguise was the perfect way to avoid dealing with deep seated issues. Win/win/???.

• It makes keeping a distance from the other Akatsuki members easier. Tobi doesn’t want to talk about his trauma or about his family’s history. When Itachi joins it’s imperative that the rest don’t know his secret. What trauma? He’s a new man in this new little world he’s made.

• Which is why in the beginning he’s such a butterball of feigned ignorant bliss. Obito never had the chance at a real childhood so what better way than to live that vicariously through his second ego?

• It also boosted his confidence, tremendously. Being an authoritative figure hiding within the ranks of a hand basket of deplorables made him deliciously confident. He can’t pinpoint why exactly, but having the Akatsuki on the string of his tennis shoe like puppets is an ego boost. It’s an added bonus that most are unsuspecting.

• I think Tobi sleeps most nights peacefully, not always though. Still has these moments of uncertainty, like that meme of your brain before going to bed and it spouts off some shit you’d rather not spend the night debating with yourself about. That still happens to Tobi but not as frequently as when it was Obito in the cockpit of his psyche.

• At the end of the day; we all have a face that we would hide. The face of a stranger, and when it comes to Tobi, Obito is his dead name — he doesn’t recognize much beyond the hurt that got him to where he was today. Letting it fester and further infect his brain. What did they call it? The curse of hatred: Obito is the poster child for this. Sure Sasuke would be a runner up but Sasuke literally chose the path of vengeance, Obito was molded by it. Tobi is the darkness and Obito became a prior life.

[danieldrivesfast]

Do you have a hot take on Lance Stroll that you’re willing to share, please? 😊

I personally think he’s wasting an F1 seat, but I think it’s super sweet that his dad loves him so much he bought an F1 team. I wish my Dad did that! 😂

That said, I’m sure there’s a talented driver in there, but maybe Lance is one of those people who’s happy to coast along if he doesn’t have to put his whole ass into it? 🤔

I mean, you pretty much summed it up when it comes to Lance Stroll. 😅

Of course, there's a certain level of skill that a person needs to have to be able to drive a Formula 1 car at all. In Lance's case, it was certainly easier since he never had to worry about sponsors, affording the next level, losing a ride, or any of the things others did and still do.

If he wasn't quite good enough, Daddy would pay to keep him in the seat. If the car wasn't good enough, Daddy would pay for a better one. If the sponsors didn't turn up, Daddy would foot the bill or pay another more famous/likable driver to attract them (hey Fernando). Lance has never had to work extra hard, he can do the minimum and show up with no worries. He knows he's not going to get fired, and it shows in his demeanor.

Lance, overall, isn't a very likable person. He skips out on fan stuff. He blames everyone else, even his own team, for his mistakes. He's physically assaulted at least one member of his team. Other drivers don't associate with him, and I'm sure there's a reason.

But! He's very lucky that his father loves him so much and supports him in what he wants to do. (Same as he does with Chloe and her singing.) I hope he understands how lucky he is. I wish my parents had been in a position to purchase my hopes and dreams for me.

Lance hasn't shown a bit of improvement or growth over his Formula 1 career, and his only "good" results came at a very strange time that also saw an AlphaTauri win. He's absolutely wasting a seat. No other team would sign him, which is why Daddy had to buy one. He's done nothing of note in his career, and I would argue he's the least deserving person on the grid, even over Logan. Logan at least shows up acting like he cares and has worked week in and week out to improve. (I respect Logan for this.)

My hottest take, which I've said before, is that people don't actually like Lance - why would they? But they like the fantasy of being a billionaire with parents that love them and who would move heaven and earth to make their dreams come true. They're living vicariously through Lance, and they ignore who he is as a person, because if they acknowledged it, they would feel bad about their fantasy.

[moosemonstrous]

Ghost Rider Pacific Rim AU - a reliable narrator

Robbie Reyes is, for all intents and purposes, Eli’s only way back into the world.

He’s also the most boring motherfucker the world has ever seen. It’s like he actively avoids fun. Eli is aware that his tastes are somewhat eclectic in that regard, but his nephew is truly. Genuinely. The least fun person to be stuck with while pretending to be the odd errant thought in his head.

It was so exciting at first, too. Kinda like back in the black ops days, dressing up in local rags and pretending to be a crazy mute until it was go time. But Robbie is like a cracked egg, too much pressure and all the soft stuff starts spilling out. Eli needs to get the pan ready first.

...He doesn’t know what the pan is in this equation. He does know that he felt his nephew’s whole body through a proper Pons bridge, and now all he has is a single eyeball and the contents of his stupid, slow, boring brain. And he can’t even control the eyeball. He’s stuck looking at whatever Robbie is looking at, which is more often than not Beto’s other kid. If he’s forced to vicariously experience another goddamn comic book...

He will continue being unable to do fuck all about it. It’s torture.

At least fighting is back on the menu. Toothless, often no-contact, safe, boring fake fighting. Robbie has zero technique and absolutely no idea what he’s doing, but at least he takes after his father in that he picks it up quickly when the alternative is getting beat. He has some pent-up rage he can dip into if sufficiently provoked. And he likes to win, which, finally some semblance of balls on the kid. The new Fightmaster watches him with a little too much interest, so maybe it’s for the best Robbie takes his sweet time getting up to speed. Wouldn’t want to attract that kind of attention – Eli is reasonably sure he could take the guy with enough prep time and hidden surprises, but. Not in the state he’s in.

A lot of people are watching Robbie. He’s just so fucking oblivious about it, Eli has to point it out more often than not. He has one of those faces people make a fuss over and just. Doesn’t do anything with, or about it. The school TA might as well pull her shirt up every time they talk. He makes the store clerk blush just standing there glaring at produce. Eli doesn’t even have a body and is reasonably sure the entire D-Sci department takes turns having important paperwork to pick up from the egghead’s office whenever he’s in there. Robbie’s lack of appreciation for the kind of influence he could get is frankly insulting. Eli would’ve charmed his way back into The Charger three times over by now.

Which loops back to his original point: it’s so. Mind-numbingly. BORING. To follow him around. After ten years in a hangar, Eli feels he deserves to hitchhike on someone who at least watches better TV than the constant fucking cartoon reruns and internet instructionals on how to politely inquire about a fucking passport application.

Slap him, he projects out when the crazy Asian nerd talks Robbie into yet another scanner. All he does is blather on, Jesus, just slap him and be done with it.

It’s a few seconds of entertainment to watch Robbie twist around while he tries to resist a perfectly reasonable instinct to loosen teeth in an annoying face. But no, he’s such a good fucking boy he will let a clearly insane scientist keep him in a goddamn magnetic tube for hours at a time. Or let his new pals from the academy call him names and think it’s all friendly rather than unbearably humiliating. God, as soon as Eli takes over he’s going to have a word or two with Guerro and his fucking minions, that’s for sure.

Guerro isn’t even subtle about what he wants. He thinks having some common background – dead parents and geographically similar childhood haunts, the bar is on the floor – will make them drift compatible, and he’s got his sights set on becoming the next ranger. Damn, Eli could do so much better with an ambitious prick like Guerro than his soft idiot nephew who couldn’t see the writing on the wall if he walked into it face-first. Alas, he’s always prided himself on doing wonders with limited resources. And having an extra pilot to snack on the next time Robbie plugs in can’t hurt.

Occasionally – usually when Robbie is sleeping, because his brain going into rest mode makes Eli all fuzzy and weird – he goes back to The Charger. In some ways, he can feel more through the jaeger’s many sensors than as a floating fart at the back of his nephew’s brain. And it’s definitely easier to pick up on the surrounding conversations when he doesn’t have to filter them through whatever inane concerns bounce around Robbie’s skull at the time.

The techs are replacing the wiring from the ground up. The Charger has brand new rubber casings for the extremity connectors and there are three people up in his motor controls at any given time scratching their heads at the inexplicable power surges Eli causes whenever he forgets himself and tries to make Robbie do something. This is all jolly fucking good – they wouldn’t bother if they didn’t plan on trying to get him moving again. The gossip is scarce, the same old ghost story about the accidental weapon failure repeated ad nauseam and some incoherent grumbling about age brackets. Eli vaguely recognises most of the journeymen assigned to him – old hands, know what they’re doing, and better than to stick their mittens into his primary computer.

Ivanov hasn’t left the base. Eli sees him sometimes, up in the LOCCENT bridge rebuilt exactly the same, like nothing ever happened. He shows up at the edges of Robbie’s vision more often than the kid realises, like he’s taunting Eli to come and get him.

Soon. He’s going to get his opportunity soon enough. He just needs to be patient for a little longer.

[choicesficwriterscreations]

May MC of the Month: Daenarya of Riverbend

Please welcome our fourth MC of the month! Each month, we will highlight one MC or OC that is currently on our Meet My MC / OC List. The MC / OC is selected randomly on the Wheel of Names, and eligibility requirements can be found here. We accept MC / OC profiles on an ongoing basis. Please feel free to send yours in!

This month's MC of the month is...

@storyofmychoices 's Daenarya of Riverbend!

Learn more about Daenarya and her creator, Dani, below.

In your words, tell us what you like most about your MC.  Daenarya is fun. She is crazy and exciting and silly and just amazing. Daenarya speaks her mind and goes after what she wants. She doesn’t let the troubles of her past hinder her future. She never forgets what happened, but she still is able to live in the moment and find enjoyment in all she does.

Do you feel your MC is like you at all? How are you alike or different? I have so much fun writing Daenarya because she is not like me at all. Daenarya goes after what she wants and takes it. I would need to make a pros and cons list, imagine every possible scenario, do some research, make another list, and then maybe, just maybe, I could make a decision to go after something. Daenarya takes risks without a second thought. She lives in the moment. She isn’t hindered by anxiety or other mental health issues. She just is who she is, and she is confident in herself. She embraces her good, bad, and ugly. She has no shame in being who she is, and I greatly admire that. 

What is most important to your MC? What is their motivation in life? Daenarya never wants to let a day pass without making the most of it. Her parents died young, and they never got to do a lot of the things that they talked about. She doesn’t want that to be her life. She is willing to take risks if there is a chance for a reward. I think that is her biggest motivation. Just to live. Carpe Diem.  Later, her biggest motivation is protecting her family. They are the most important thing to her. She will do anything to make sure they are safe. She is a fierce mama bear. You wouldn’t want to mess with her. 

What are their biggest pet peeves/dislikes?  Daenarya’s biggest pet peeve is probably when Mal wins. With these two, everything is a game, and Daenarya is always playing to win. She also gets frustrated when Threep eats the last of the sweets. Also, people who chew loudly and/or with their mouths open

If your MC could change one thing - anything - what would it be?  Daenarya thinks about this a lot. She wonders if she ever had this choice of what she would do. She would want to change the death of her parents. She loved them more than anything, and they had a beautiful life together. However, had her parents never died, she might never have met (and grown up with) Kade and then later Nia, Mal, Tyril, and Imtura. Had she not met them, they might not have saved the realm. Had she not met them, she wouldn’t have her two boys (Lydo and Rayden) and her unborn daughter. (In my writing, that’s as far as she is, but she has two more kids coming in the future). All that to say, Daenarya wouldn’t change a thing. All of the pain from her youth brought her a life of love and joy, and she wouldn’t risk that for anything.

What is your MC’s favorite quote or song?  Some quotes that represent Daenarya: "The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for the newer and richer experience." - Eleanor Roosevelt "As soon as I saw you, I knew a grand adventure was about to happen." - A.A. Milne "Home is not where you are from, it is where you belong. Some of us travel the whole world to find it. Others find it in a person." Beau Taplin

Is there anything else you’d like to share about your MC: I love Daenarya because we are so different. I get to live vicariously through some of her adventures. But I also love the life I’ve created for her. I have a really soft spot for children, especially those who are overlooked, forgotten, or mistreated. Yes, there are many people who want to adopt, but there are so many kids on their own, in and out of foster care, and/or in bad situations. I often wish I had enough money to open an orphanage. I know it’s not as good as a family, but it is better than some of the conditions children face. I want to do more to help children, and I love that Mal and Daenarya can do that at their orphanage. I admire her and Mal for all they do and how big their hearts are. I never expected Choices to make Mal’s orphanage canon when I started writing it and pitching it early in the book, but I love it. I think it is the most perfect path for Mal. He will be such an incredible mentor to those children, and I’m glad Daenarya, and I get to help him in that adventure. Mal’s Orphanage Series is my favorite of my Blades stories, and I am very grateful to everyone who has ever supported it! Thank you! 

Visit Daenarya's full profile to learn more!

[mossarchives]

12 for Briar and Tamarack

12 was hard! That was Through Me (The Flood) by Hozier which is... very sad. I had to let this one cook for a while and it kind of diverted, but I hope you enjoy it anyways!

For context: Briar and Wyn exist in the same OL universe, but Briar has lived in Golden Grove her whole life (like Qiu). Her story is one of familial pressure since her mom wants to live vicariously through her.

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He feels the rising of a wave and knows at once he will not weather it

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Briar peers closer at her reflection in the mirror of her locker, tracing the curve of her lips with her lip gloss. The school hallways have yet to fully erupt into the noise and chaos of the morning rush, giving her a few moments of quiet to compose herself. She leans back from the mirror, and checks the clips holding her curls in place, twisting a particularly damaged piece of hair between her fingers. Years of straightening had done more damage than she’d been expecting, only noticeable when she started growing it back out. 

Briar takes a deep breath, and smooths out the collar of her blouse. Her stomach twists uncomfortably when she glances down at her watch, seeing the numbers tick ever higher towards the start of school. 

A small bubble of noise travels towards her, the voices a familiar balm to her anxiety. She looks beyond the door of her locker and spots three figures making their way down the hall towards her. Qiu is leading the charge with Tamarack and Wyn behind them, all engaged in conversation. 

“Briar!” Qiu’s attention switches to her the instant they make eye contact, cutting off whatever comment Wyn was in the middle of saying. “Who do you think would win a fight, a trio of vampires or a trio of werewolves?” 

“What?” She crosses her arms over her chest. Talking to Qiu is good for her on mornings like these, where she struggles to fortify the image of the perfect Briar Earnest. The little back and forth they’ve been perfecting since they were kids is simple. 

“Tamarack and I are on the team of the werewolves,” Wyn says, slipping around Briar to tuck his skateboard into her locker, without asking she might add. “Qiu votes for vampires.” 

“Can I vote for neither?” She gets a resounding ‘no’ in response and sighs. “Werewolves.” 

“Hah!” Wyn loops an arm around Qiu’s shoulders, “get outvoted, Blue.” 

“This is anarchy!” Qiu smirks back. “She’s only voting werewolves to vote against me!” 

Briar shrugs, “Maybe I am.” Qiu squints at her, gaze full of friendly challenge. She isn’t really in the mood to respond in kind, busying her hands by adjusting Wyn’s board so it won’t get dirt on any of her things. 

Tamarack shakes her head at the two of them, tucking her coat into her locker. “Weren’t you two going to go hunt through the lost and found for Qiu’s water bottle?”

“Oh, right.” Wyn says, far too quickly for Briar’s liking. He starts to pull Qiu down the hall, tightening his grip on their shoulders. “Let’s go do that!”

Once the two of them have vanished around the bend in the hall, Tamarack turns to face Briar with a gentle smile. “Good morning… Did you… talk to your mom last night?”

“I did.” Briar lets out a deep breath and closes her locker. “It went about as well as we all expected.” 

“I’m sorry.” The other girl winces, taking a step closer to reach for one of her hands. Her palms are warm against Briar’s tense fingers. 

“It’s fine. One of these days she’ll get over it.” She desperately wants to scrub a hand across her face, but resists. There’s far too much concealer and eye shadow fighting for their lives to hide her dark circles today. Futile frustration and anxiety well up in her chest, threatening to overwhelm her. ‘One of these days’ was just a lie she told herself to keep the fear at bay. Her mother was likely never going to stop trying to dig her claws into Briar’s life, trying to shape it to be the same as hers. Anyone who got irrationally angry at their daughter wanting to take science related classes in high school wasn’t going to give up after one argument. 

“Hey.” Tamarack runs her thumb across Briar’s knuckles, smoothing out the tension in her hands. The smile on her face is warm and her words are gentle. “I’m proud of you for talking to her, I think that was brave of you. You know I’m always here for you, and so are Wyn and Qiu.” 

Briar squeezes her hand. The feelings about the situation haven’t faded, but she appreciates the gesture nonetheless. Her situation isn’t something that words can fix, but it’s easier to let them sit in her chest knowing that Tamarack is there for her. She brings their joined hands to her lips, pressing a kiss to the other girl's knuckles. 

Their relationship was new enough that the simple gesture blooms a blush across Tamarack’s cheeks. She twines their fingers even tighter and inclines her head down the hall. “Should we go help them search?” 

“Ah, the incredibly legitimate search for Autumn's water bottle.” Briar lets herself get tugged along in the tide. “Next time tell Wyn to steal their water bottle before you show up, and not while trying to walk away.”

Tamarack just laughs and picks up her pace, their hands still tethered together. 

[silver-pieces]

kiss me?

Pairing: Karen Page x gn!reader (where reader uses they/them pronouns)

Word Count: 554

Synopsis: Karen enlists your help to get Foggy off her ass.

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, kissing, flirting, alcohol

A/N: Day 19 of Marvel Girlfriend May (please don't check the date) is for Karen Page! I. Love. Daredevil - and by extension, his friends. I hope we see Karen again in the MCU!! As always, please reblog if you can, it helps me out a whole lot. Enjoy...

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“Just go talk to them!”

“Why don’t you ‘go talk to them’, Foggy? You saw them first.”

“One, I already have a partner whom I do not in fact want to cheat on, and two, without a witness to verify your statement, I object to the very premise.”

Karen snorts into her drink. “Okay don’t lawyer-talk me.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t argue with a lawyer in the first place,” Foggy counters smugly.

She scoffs.

“Seriously, if Matt were here he’d be all over them already, but since he couldn’t make it,” he raises his hands in a grand gesture, “this might be your one shot!”

“Oh, you are unbelievable!” She can feel a blush spreading over her face as her gaze darts to you again, sitting at the bar with your drink in hand. “Just because Matt’s not here, doesn’t mean I should go hit on random strangers.”

“But how else can I live vicariously through you?!” he whines.

“Really?” With a huff, Karen knocks back the rest of her liquid courage and sets it down on the table. “Fine,” she rasps. “You win.”

Foggy blinks.

She pushes off the table to stand, pinning him with a determined look. And then she approaches you.

“Hi.”

You look up from your drink at her and straighten, clearing your throat. “Hello.”

Her eyes dart back to Foggy. What is she doing? Focus. “Uh, so my friend over there thinks that I should try and hit on you tonight.”

You raise your eyebrows, an adorable surprised expression on your face. “Why?”

She shrugs, pulling up the barstool beside you and taking a seat. “Because you’re cute, and I’m single.”

Watching you go from surprised to flustered at her words makes her heart flutter. Wow. You try and hide the slightly embarrassed smile by taking another drink.

“Damn,” you say, tongue darting out to catch a stray drop of liquor from your lips. Her eyes follow the movement. “How can I help get him off your case?”

Her voice comes out breathy, uncertain, but what the hell. “Kiss me?”

Your lips part slightly.

She tilts her head, shooting you an admiring look. “Or throw your drink in my face. Either would work.”

“Um,” your gaze darts down to her lips, “the first option sounds good to me.”

Wait - really? She didn’t expect that to work. But you’re looking at her with an innocence that makes her skin flare with heat. “Okay,” she says, and leans into your personal space.

You hover inches apart for a moment, assessing each other intimately, before she closes the distance between you and gently plants her lips against yours. The lightest brush against your lips, and yet a warmth spreads through her at the singular point of contact. Maybe its the booze on your breath, or the liquor already in her veins, but she feels light-headed as she breaks away with a gasp.

You eye each other for a second. Then, Karen shoots you a smile. “Thankyou.”

“Anytime,” you reply, and pull your lower lip in between your teeth before turning away.

“Did you see that?” she says, returning to the table.

Foggy looks up from his phone. “Huh?”

“You didn’t see?”

He blinks. “See what? Sorry, I had to answer a very important text. Whatever it was, can you do it again?”

[kibbits]

I want to talk more fluff about your Break a Leg!Boys (I’m having a bad time medically and I need more positive energy before I send myself spiraling). Late night movies become an eventual habit, not only for the boys to take notes on improving their skills. There’s something magical about watching Sun and Moon experience things outside of Fazbear’s control. Of course, they can only live vicariously through the scenes, but there’s times when you can genuinely see something that wasn’t just fabricated through lines of code. Watching them plaster themselves to the screen, vibrating with pure excitement as daring battles of good and evil play out. The way Sun’s frame tenses as the hero struggles compared to Moon’s growing intrigue. Movies with less clear villains don’t entirely go over their heads though sometimes they need clarification. Some may love the questions and some may not. As they grow closer to Y/N, they may request to watch a more of their favorite films rather then the original course of kid movies. Which of course leads them to more adult musicals, you can’t tell me there wasn’t a week that Y/N didn’t regret letting Moon watch Phantom of the Opera.

Hi Anon!!! Oh man, I'm sorry you're going through it -- sending you all the good vibes and sending you soup (and hugs if you like them!) mentally! 🍲💖💖💖💖💖

(also ough your asks keep making me draw stuff so I hold onto them but also I'm juggling a lot of things rn so I don't end up having the time to draw aa --i'll just answer them now, and then come back to them if I have art to add from now on haha)

But yes!!! Yes absolutely!! Y/N is pretty much given carte blanche to rehabilitate the boys. They might play it safe with management/the boys' morals and go for kids' movies at first, but Y/N definitely starts to sneak in their favorites pretty soon! I think Sun would end up liking things like Princess Bride a lot! > : ) Yeees Phantom of the Opera for Moon!! I think both would be happy as long as the battle of good and evil is grandiose -- they do love dramatics, and when the action leaves you on the edge of your seat! gfjkld

Sun likes a good heroic monologue, and happily ever afters --though he's the one that ends up liking when things are more morally grey and make you think deeply long after the movie's over.

Moon is very happy that Villain Songs tend to slap so hard dfdjklg He's aware that villains don't usually win unless it's horror, and he doesn't mind that -- he just wants to have fun. So he likes flashy villains ehehe.

I think Sun would end up going for complex or powerful, well-told stories, and Moon would end up very interested in like. The visual aspect? (Megamind voice: Presentation!!) since he also takes care of the light rig and stuff like that, he'd incorporate strong color changes and be interested in things like how people's placement on stage, color, and lighting give the scene a different vibe.

Despite the gremlin tendencies he never moves away from, he's pretty meticulous and particular, and instead of Fazbear's 'more is more' approach to special effects and flashy additions, he'd learn to do subtle and unsettling changes well, as well as flashy but not too much. Now I'm picturing them using a system with cast shadows/'shadow puppets' to have an epic sword fight despite only being one body

The moment Y/N starts to see signs of how much they get into the movies -signs of the boys' actual, long-buried personalities - they get super invested. They make it their personal mission to show them as much as they can, and the duo/trio (since. Sun and Moon aren't separate. can you IMAGINE in this AU--) often end up more interested in the other one's reaction more than the movie (like say in your example where Sun is tense and practically glued to the screen, Y/N is probably staring at him way more than the movie, just as invested in his reaction as Sun is in the story.)

Y/N ends up looking so closely that they start to see more of their personality and preferences - probably even before the boys realize it about themselves (or, well, before they have the time to analyze and acknowledge it themselves) so they take notes and show them more movies they think will fit their tastes

On that note, Y/N totally ends up 1)Getting a library card to rent DVDs/An external drive to.... *find* movies/filmed performances pretty early on, and 2)having secret slumber parties with the boys ALL the time

I think Y/N should end up being handler and stage director, with a good helping of working on props and costume (or at least working with them on costume designs/helping with quick fixes) and they probably help the boys cobble together homemade fan merch/costumes when they ask ehehe or as a surprise! (They do and don't regret making them a very swishy cape during Moon's Phantom phase)

Thanks so much for the asks!!!! They make my day, every time!! I hope you feel better!!!