#they’re fun to write

[thisantithesis]

pt 2 of what i have now dubbed the library au. 817 words (pt 1)

Regulus pretended the soft reverence in James’ voice didn’t still affect him after all this time and forced his expression into one of confusion. “Yes?”

“Your hair…” he whispered, and that was enough to make Regulus shut down whatever James was going to say next.

“I asked what you’re doing here.”

That seemed to make James remember himself, closing his mouth with a loud clack of teeth on teeth and an embarrassed scratch to the back of his neck, something he always used to do back—well. Back then. James paused for a second before answering, “Walking?”

Regulus tipped his eyes skyward, hoping for some sort of divine intervention that would save him from having to deal with this conversation. “Yes, thank you, genius. I meant what are you doing here. At the library. You know I work here.”

James frowned a little at that, a dimple in his cheek forming just as Regulus remembered. “Well, technically I don’t.”

It was Regulus’ turn to be confused. “What?”

James’ embarrassment seemed to fade in an instant, a look of trepidation replacing it instead. “It’s been a year and a half since I—since we saw you, Regulus. For all we know you could’ve fucked off to a completely different school. I didn’t know you’d be here. Trust me, I wouldn’t be here if I did,” he said the last part under his breath, but Regulus heard it all the same.

An unexpected flair of hurt ricocheted inside his chest, which only made his resolve harden. “All right, well. How did you find this place then?”

James shrugged, “Like you find any place. By looking.” And almost like he could read exactly what Regulus was thinking, a wry smile formed on his face before saying “Don’t worry, I won’t come back here. Clearly this is your spot, and I wouldn’t want to taint that for you.”

Regulus had never known James to be mean. He could be snappy at times, yes, and was only stern with people when they deserved it, but he was never vicious. Nasty. Petty. Those words and James as a whole just didn’t mix. So when Regulus detected a hint of that vicious poison in James’ tone, whatever olive branch he was thinking of offering burnt to a crisp in his hands.

If that was how it was going to be, then two could play that game.

“Frankly Potter, I could care less where you go or don’t go. I left for a reason, yeah? So you can fuck off back to wherever it is you just came from and we can call this conversation quits. No need to put ourselves through more misery than we need to.”

James scoffed and looked to the ground, shaking his head with a smile of disbelief. “Still haven’t changed one fucking bit I see,” he looked back up, straight into Regulus’ eyes. “Alright then Black, have a good night and see you again fucking never. Glad that we could have this conversation.” He saluted Regulus with two fingers to his temple, then promptly turned around and walked back out the same way he walked in.

Regulus was left standing there with his heart beating out of his chest and that same hurt still pinballing around his ribs. He’d never seen James get that vicious, nor been on the receiving end of one of his mean bouts. He’d always been nice to Regulus, spending time with him when Sirius was busy or asking him questions about whatever book he was reading at the time.

He’d liked James, even to the point of developing a crush on him, but that had been cut short when everything went to shit on his 21st birthday. He found it funny how he was supposed to be celebrated that night, but instead found himself ostracized from his friends and lost the only part of his family he’d ever actually loved.

It was his own fault, in a way, but he couldn’t help how he still held onto this grudge of bitterness and anger towards the whole situation, and especially the people involved.

But they had their own lives now and so did he, with new friends and new goals—goals that brought him far, far away from this town. He shook himself and shoved his hands in his pockets, only then registering the cold that seeped into his skin.

Regulus looked around himself, the snow now falling in thicker flakes and the darkness of the evening creeping closer around him. Bad memories fresh at the surface, the first snowfall didn’t seem so magical anymore.

He scowled at his own thoughts and stomped out of the clearing, resolutely deciding that he was going to go back to his apartment and bury himself in his studies. Didn’t have a chance to think about things he didn’t want to if he crammed his head full of chemical formulas.

[jihyoruri]

what are your favorite crackships we delusionals have created for the yns? 🥹

honestly as much as I hate to say it I think fav ship that you guys are obsessed with is probably wow!yn and wonyoung

[another-whump-sideblog]

YES ANOTHER ASK GAME

time to harass your characters again

4, 12, and 54 for Kit?

4) What are your real thoughts on Jane?

“I don’t like her. It’s not something I’ve kept a secret. She hurts others because ‘being immortal is just so hard.’” Kit says that in an exaggerated whiny voice.

12) Do you have a caretaker? Someone you trust?

“I guess you could call Puppy a caretaker. And Bunny, sometimes. I… trust Bunny more than Puppy, at this point. I know she tells Jane everything. It’s not her fault. I was there when Jane was training her in that behavior, she went through a lot of pain to become that way. It’s not her fault, but it still means I can’t trust her with things I don’t want to get back to Jane. So I trust Bunny more.”

54) If you could say anything you wanted to Jane without any consequences whatsoever, what would you say?

“I’d tell her that eventually, she’s going to get bored of hurting people. It will lose it’s appeal just like everything else has. She will have nothing and she will be completely alone and empty, and it will be her fault. I said something like that before, and she broke my fingers with a hammer. Said ‘how could I get bored of this?’ But it obviously upset her, so I’d say it again if I knew I could be safe.”

They think for a moment.

“Also, I’d tell her no. Haven’t done that in a long time, because it’s against the rules. But if I could say it without consequences, I’d say it a lot.”

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

Some small details for a character learning sword fighting for the first time:

- sore wrists

- blisters on hands

- every movement opens you up to be hit

- they will hit the tops of their arm and own sides with the sword while learning

- there is a primal sixth sense when you know you’re being toyed with

And, for your typically nonviolent characters.

You don’t aim for the swords. You aim for the person holding the sword.

It sounds so obvious but needs to be accepted. Actively. When holding a sword you have to understand you’re attacking another person. Even to block you have to aim your blocks at the other person or they won’t be strong enough to actually protect yourself.

[adhd-coyote]

“General Kenobi, you claim an assassin killed the Chancellor?”

“Yes. Unfortunately, neither I nor Commander Fox saw them, as they used a flash bomb to disorient us and fled too quickly for us to follow.”

“And where, exactly, did they flee? No one reported seeing anyone leave this office.”

“Why, they fled through the broken window, of course.”

“What broken window?”

“That one.” Kenobi points. The previously intact window shatters, as if hit by a very strong invisible force. Neither Kenobi nor the Marshal Commander so much as twitch.

“Are you alright, sir?” Commander Fox asks, all concern. “You must be very tired, if you didn’t notice the clearly broken window. You should go rest. It’s okay, General Kenobi and I can take it from here.”

“Yes,” Kenobi agrees, prim and proper. He raises a hand, fingers slightly curled, and his voice takes on a different note. “Go home and take a nice, long nap. This will all be handled by the time you wake.”

“I will go home and take a nice, long nap. This will all be handled by the time I wake.”

“Very good. Have a nice evening.”

[steviesbicrisis]

A Barbie AU where the Kens decide, in order to get some recognition, to get individual names.

Steve, who’s just a Ken very good with kids, is having an identity crisis after his Barbie, journalist Barbie, broke up with him.

Not even picking a name as unique and special as Steve, so much different than Ken, managed to cheer him up.

Everyone keeps saying he should be happy about the change, and discover who he is outside of Barbie’s orbit, but he can’t see what was so wrong in their relationship. He loved waiting all day for Barbie to look at him, even if it was for a brief second.

As if going through an existential crisis wasn't enough, he has to do it under the constant mocking of his archnemesis, Ke- Eddie.

Eddie, with his long curly and annoyingly gorgeous hair, who has a sense of style he would give all of his rollerblades for, and who's always there to notice whenever Steve makes a mistake.

Eddie even has his Barbie still by his side, cheerleader Barbie, and every time Steve sees them together he gets a sick feeling in his stomach, like a tummy ache. Doctor Barbie visited him a couple of times and found nothing wrong with him, he imagines he's a little jealous of Eddie for being with a Barbie.

Steve talks about this with Polyglot Barbie, his best friend, annoying her to death.

"Why are we talking about Ken, again?" she interrupts Steve's retelling of his last encounter with Eddie.

"It's Eddie" Steve corrects her.

"Right," she nods. She's very supportive of their silly-name-thing (how most Barbies call it), but she still has trouble remembering all the names, "why are we still talking about him?"

They're hanging out at the park, sitting under a tree, Barbie's leg on top of his, and they're holding hands. It's nice. Steve is happy to have a best friend like Barbie.

Steve looks up, meeting Eddie's gaze. He's sitting at one of the picnic tables not far away from them, doing nothing besides glaring at Steve.

Barbie squeezes his hand to get his attention back, and Steve looks away.

"Because he keeps tormenting me! he's even glaring at me right now, I'm gonna get stress wrinkles!" Steve finally replies, in a distressed tone.

"You're being dramatic," she says, matter-of-factly, "Eddie isn't so bad with you. You know, he kinda treats you like his Barbie."

If Steve had a beating heart, it probably would've stopped right at this second.

"What?"

"You know, he's always looking for you, he is always giddy whenever you give him a crumble of attention. He hangs out where you hang out... why do you think he's sitting all alone at a picnic table, just staring at you?"

"Maybe he's waiting for his girlfriend" he suggests.

"Are you talking about Cheerleader Barbie?" she giggles, "she's not his girlfriend, trust me."

"But he picks on me! all the time! Like this morning, I tripped and he made a comment about my legs!" He gestures at his legs with his free hand.

Barbie tilts her head to the side "you mean this morning at the beach when he held you in his arms for ten minutes to prevent you from falling and Barbie had to tell him to let you go?"

"… yeah” he manages to say. He hadn’t realized how long Eddie held him in his arms, he was upset about almost falling in front of him, but he also liked the feeling of his arms around him.

Everything feels different now.

Barbie's look softens "How does this make you feel?"

"I don't know" he answers, honestly "I just can't stop thinking about him."

A loud noise at their right startles them off of their conversation. They turn around to see Eddie lying on the floor, a trash can at his feet.

Steve doesn't give himself the time to realize that Eddie has probably heard their entire conversation and has tripped on that trash can because of it, he just rushes to Eddie's side to help him out.

Eddie stammers while Steve pulls him back up, not making much sense.

Steve is used to see Eddie as an intimidating guy, someone to compete with for Barbie’s attention. He never realized how much he liked to have Eddie’s attention instead, nor how he loved to give that attention back in equal amount.

“Nice legs” he tells him, repeating the same words Eddie told him that morning.

Eddie stops his incoherent stream of words when he hears him “what?”

“You heard me” Steve says.

“I did” Eddie admits. He pulls the trash can back up, to have an excuse to not look at Steve when he asks “you can’t stop thinking about me?”

For some reason, that’s the easiest question Steve has ever had to answer to “yes, I can’t.”

Eddie jolts back up startling Steve, the trash can falling out of his hands and hitting the ground once again.

“Cool” he says, using all of his willpower to hide his excitement by keeping a relaxed face, failing miserably.

“I guess” Steve grins. Knowing he has that effect on Eddie is making him the most confident he has ever felt in his life.

“So, since you can’t stop thinking about me…” Eddie repeats, in a tone that Steve would’ve mistaken for a mocking one until few hours ago “…we could hang out on the beach later. I’ll bring my guitar.”

“I’ll bring mine too then” Steve replies immediately.

Eddie panics “We can’t both have a guitar!”

Steve crosses his arms on his chest “who says that?”

Eddie opens and closes his mouth a couple of times then mutters, defeated, “fine.”

“Great!” Steve takes a step forward and gives Eddie a peck on his cheek “I’ll see you later.”

Eddie, who makes a face again trying to hide his excitement, nods and turns away “cool.”

He walks away slowly, towards the park’s exit. Right by the gate, he throws himself into an hedge. Steve can clearly hear him when he screams words along the lines of “FINALLY”, “I HAVE A DATE” and “SUBLIME”.

Steve turns to Robin who has witnessed the whole thing, while Eddie is still screaming random words from the bushes.

“I think I’m in love.”

[sharpbutsoft]

*contemplating my own take on an extremely overdone fandom trope* everyone loves two cakes, everyone wants two cakes, everyone loves two cakes

[stuckinapril]

I genuinely love not having a crush like I’m not over here feeling physically sick over some mid guy being dry to me I’m literally chilling

[criticalrolo]

I had a post a while ago about making sure your dnd character WANTS to be an adventurer a while ago, something else I’ve been thinking about is the importance of making a dnd character that WANTS to be in a group and have some sort of relationship with other PCs. the Group Nature of ttrpgs means lone wolves just aren’t feasible. if you really want to play a lone wolf or antisocial character at the beginning then I highly recommend telling your dm and the others players that you plan on forming bonds along the way and growing out of that mindset. otherwise why are you playing dnd, a group activity that involves cooperation and building relationships? Just Write A Book if you don’t wanna be in a group

[turtleblogatlast]

Small but significant character moments that I actually really adore are from both the times we see the boys as tots. There is a reoccurrence that happens in both of them that I find so incredibly interesting.

For the turtle tot short, Splinter leaves the boys with weapons. In the short, Raph is the one who suggests they do “what Lou Jitsu would do” and Leo is the one who takes point when Splinter comes back to reprimand them. Leo, in taking point, is the one to defend them and get Splinter off their tails.

And then, in the flashback regarding the Kuroi Yōroi helmet, Raph is the one who grabs and throws “Skully” as a way to replace their missing ball which breaks it into pieces, but Leo is the one who speaks for the group and rushes into action to fix the teapot.

I love this for multiple reasons, but the biggest are how it shows that Raph has always been inclined toward the bold and fun and making the plans to include his brothers in what he loves and believes they’d love, whereas Leo has always been inclined to be the “Face” of the group and shoulder the attention even if it’s potentially negative all while coming up with on the spot attempts to fix the situation.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

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First up are these orbs! They currently come in Heartslabyul and Savanaclaw, but they are blind/random.

If you get the entire box, you are guaranteed one of each design—and you also get a bonus Grim orb if you order via Premium BANDAI. The bonus item is a happy Leona orb if you order via Animate. You'll get a sulky Riddle orb if you get your box from MaxLimited (please excuse the poor quality/poorly colored image; this was the only one I could find).

The hugcot series returns, this time featuring Heartslabyul and Savanaclaw in their dorm uniforms.

Again, they are blind/random and getting the whole box will guarantee you one of every character. The Premium BANDAI bonus hugcot for the purchase of a whole box is our lovely shopkeeper, Sam! If you order from Animate, the bonus will be a yawning Leona hugcot. From MaxLimited, the bonus is a smiling Riddle hugcot.

Finally, we have tetekore! It is a type of character plushie that can be vertically linked up with one another. Heartslabyul and Savanaclaw characters will appear blindly/at random. You can mix and match the characters and link up whoever you like~

If you get the box, you can get one of every character. The bonus Premium BANDAI item for this is a Grim tetekore! You get a happy Leona tetekore if you order from Animate. You get a sulky Riddle tetekore if you get from MaxLimited.

Presumably, future sets will feature the other dorms and staff members ^^ (although Crowley already got a hugcot one, so now it’s the others’ turns!)

[ellieonomy]

chef!ellie visuals to force my creative juices to flow

[barklikeagod]

this moment where benson holds the door open and makes randy walk under his arm to get inside the diner drives me crazyyy. it's such an intoxicating interaction and i can’t help but wonder if he's ever done this to randy before… maybe when they've closed bbb together and randy's been a little slow gathering his things from his locker. benson's just been standing at the door all quiet, waiting. and randy's shuffled over embarrassed and feeling guilty for holding benson up. says a quick 'sorry' that has benson turning the keys over in his hand, not saying anything back. pushes the door open but stands in the way and waits again, arm up, eyes dark but the contact pointed. randy blinking. “oh. thanks.” goes under benson’s arm, gets so close the smell of cigarettes is dizzying. rubs at his nose as he heads to his car. only pausing halfway there when he realizes benson is still at the door to the restaurant, just standing there, door still open, arm still up. a fluttery, confused, “benson?” leaving him as he looks around. and then benson’s back to business with a roll of his shoulders, key in the lock, quick pull on the handles to double check. randy a little hopeful as he says “see you tomorrow?” by the hood. benson nodding, replies with a rough, knowing, “you will.” that makes randy warm.

[absolutesilly]

as much as i’m a “mu qing fell first” truther, i DO really love the idea of feng xin having an ugly little crush on him when they were teenagers in xianle—one that he was DEEPLY in denial about…

feng xin doesn’t like or trust dianxia’s new attendant!!! so why does he keep catching himself staring at mq’s soft hair? or thinking about the way his face goes red when he’s pissed off? or noticing the way mq bites his lip while he’s focusing on stitching up xl’s torn robes??

but surely it’s not because he LIKES mu qing. he can’t like mu qing!!! mu qing is a bad person!!!!

and if feng xin likes him—what does that make him?

[neon-kazoo]

The Point (Captured)

“First of all, I’d like to start us off with a big ‘fuck you.’”

The villain had been quiet for way too long, sitting in that chair across from the hero just staring at them. It was quite frankly unnerving, and the hero wasn’t going to stand for it. Well, technically they weren’t going to stand for anything, considering they had just woken up tied to a chair, but the point still stood (unlike the hero of course).

“What makes you think you get to start us off?” The villain asked, amused. They didn’t change their position, still sitting casually across the room with one ankle crossed over the other thigh, aside from the smirk that now spread unapologetically across their face.

“Your utter lack of manners for one,” the hero began, “For two I would say the absence of a gag in my mouth. For three, that stupid face you’re making that was practically begging for me to break the silence first.”

“My lack of manners? I hardly remember calling your face stupid,” the villain retorted, mock offense lighting up his eyes.

A fair point, but one the hero would ignore nonetheless.

“And I don’t remember kidnapping and drugging you and letting you wake up in an undisclosed location tied to a chair while I stare at you without saying a word for ten whole minutes!”

“Ten whole minutes huh? I don’t remember putting a clock in this room.” The villain made a show of looking around the walls, which were disturbingly bare. The villain really hadn’t put much of anything in this room, let alone a time piece.

“Maybe I was keeping the time by counting your number of blinks. The world knows there’s not much else to do in here.”

The hero rolled their head back, stretching their neck and letting out a therapeutic sigh.

“My apologies for not entertaining you enough.” The villain stood and swept an arm out theatrically. “I’ll be sure to remedy that for future captives.”

The hero rolled their eyes before leveling the approaching villain with a dead pan stare.

“Why am I here, Villain?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” they drawled, but spared the hero any dramatic circling around their chair.

“Yes, that’s why I- Hey! What’s that for?!” The hero sounded equal parts startled and offended as their eyes flicked from the knife held in the villains hand them back to the villains face.

“You are a prisoner you know. And I’m a villain,” the villain mused, entertained but also annoyed by the hero’s lack of a fearful reaction.

“And you haven’t even asked me anything yet! Since when do you partake in pointless torture?” The hero strained to sit up taller in their bonds, genuinely affronted by the villain’s behavior.

The villain flicked the dagger through their fingers.

“Pointless? The point would be fun, my dear hero,” they chuckled, looking down to focus their eyes on the blade.

“Sadist.”

“Masochist,” the villain shot back, smiling.

“Okay yeah, maybe a little,” the hero relented, but no shame showed on their face as they produced a smile to match the villain’s.

They always were a fun pair.

[watchyourbuck]

It's just to me disappointing bc I feel you're not a real buddie fan and I've followed u since forever. How can u genuinely ship them if you ship another pairing too

oh my GOD. okay, this is the last time im gonna indulge in this fit that you keep throwing in my ask box bc i feel like ive said it all already, but alas, here i go.

why is it that you cannot conceive people liking more than one pair? this is a fictional world, with fictional characters that we all partake in freely. what the fuck would even a "real buddie fan" be like? ASDHAJ have you ever liked two things at the same time or have you limited yourself to one thing your entire life?

man (gn) this is a SHOW. you are talking to a REAL HUMAN BEING here. you keep insulting me. how do you think thats gonna fly? lmao

anyway, i know which answer you want. yes, anon, i ship buddie above bucktommy. i think buddie is endgame. i think maybe itll go canon. NO, im not gonna stop enjoying bucktommy bc of that. theyre fun, and theyve kissed, and bucks exploring his sexuality and right now he seems happy. do i hope that happiness eventually lies with Eddie? yes. does that mean im gonna boo tommy? no. i never booed lucy or ana either, i just didnt think they were endgame.

also, if following me is giving you tummy troubles maybe u should curate ur online experience bubs