#they’re the kind of person who can respect that people still had to put months or years of work into it. maybe that work did not have a

[quietwingsinthesky]

youtube stop recommending me that five hour long “fall of doctor who” video challenge. there is not a video i could be less interested in watching.

[espinosaurusrexex]

Hopelessly Devoted

BuckyBarnes x Reader

summary: It's so simple sometimes. You meet the right person, and it all falls into place. Bucky never imagined he'd get this lucky. So what better way to remember it than on the second-best day of his life?

a/n: Hi, this is me describing every Bucky fangirl’s experience ever… and then a little more. This might be a song imagine? I don’t know, it’s heavily inspired at least.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: none, really, none - everything is good here, stay as long as you like 💕 - fluff

･ﾟ✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ｡✭･ﾟ

consider listening to: Butterflies (feat. AURORA) - Tom Odell

“Hi, I’m Bucky.”

That was all it took. That was it. Three simple words and you were at a loss for yours. 

He had that charm hidden in the corner of his smile and still evident even now. A confident smugness is etched on his features when he flirts with you. But you have learned that it is not just there, in the dark edges of his lips. It is in the crinkles of his eyes when he laughs, too. It is in the touch of his fingertips when they stroke over your skin. And it is in the whisper of his voice when he mumbles sweet nothings into your ear. 

‘Follow me.’ He’d say, dragging you down alleyways in Brooklyn and telling you stories upon stories of his and Steve’s adventures a hundred years ago. And you would listen, hang onto his lips like sugar, eyes big and wondrous in childlike admiration. Bucky would tell you every little detail, simply because he loves seeing the expressions on your face turn. You listen to him - actually, listen. And while he’d been in positions like this in his life before, especially as a Sergeant, he has never experienced this kind of attention. Your listening is laced with adoration and love and respect and awe and so many more beautiful things that prevent him from ever stopping to tell you about his past. 

He is not that open, normally. Not towards many people, at least. And you know that, which is why you also have a tinge of gratefulness within your attention. It is also the reason you let him talk for hours. Even if sleep fights to overtake your mind, even if you have important things to do, even if the world would come crashing down, you’d listen to him. Because Bucky is special.

It didn’t take long for you to realize just how special he is to you. But it sure took some time for you to say something. 

Months of pining and watching him from corners of the room, wishing you were in his arms instead. They’re warm and strong, and the kisses that accompany them when he encases you in them hold so many promises. 

Now he’s yours. And he’s about to make that promise forever.

❁ ❁ ❁

Klick, klick... bam!

There, it happened.

He’s in love. Just like that - clicked into place like the puzzle piece he never knew he missed. 

It is a little scary, but who cares when it feels like that? Like thunder and warm tea, like cuts and soothing kisses, like... butterflies. But wild ones, the ones brave enough to fly out in the storm. He’s invincible when he’s with you. There is nothing holding him back from being on top of the world. And it's the strangest feeling, really. 

There are no more empty heartbeats pumping cool blood through a body he was sure has died many years ago. The second you look at him, all of him comes back to life. He is able to experience living again. And he wants to do it with you - over and over again. God, people have told him how incredible this feeling is, but experiencing it is like unlocking a different part of himself. Sometimes Bucky feels as though he’s watching someone else’s life. And he’s just a random passerby that gets to experience a glimpse of his dream. But then your fingers graze his skin, and he is reminded that this is in fact real. You are real. And there is nothing more amazing than that.

From the first day, you had that kind smile and those special eyes - the ones that can see through every wall he tries to put up. You can see his emotions with them, Bucky is sure. And for the first time in a long, long, time, he’s not scared of having his mind read. It feels natural to let you do it - it feels safe. He wants to share it with you - especially the things he can’t say because he simply doesn’t know how. He’s grateful you have that power. 

So, Bucky knew it the second he met you, that you are impossible to get over, even if he’d never get to have you. But when he’s watching those promising eyes stare up at him, he cannot keep himself from smiling.

Now you’re his. And you’re about to make that promise forever.

❁ ❁ ❁

The audience is watching you intently, but there’s only Bucky and you. Everything else is a blur of white and green in your peripherals. Bucky is holding your hand, and the heat spreading from his body to yours relaxes you. His fingers are trembling a little, but Bucky doesn’t care. He’s happy. Possibly the happiest he’s ever been, and at the same time not the happiest he’ll ever be - because that is to come, with every day adding on to this one.

Your name falls from his lips and you gasp at the raspiness in his voice. “From the moment I saw you, I knew it. I knew you were my happiness.” A smile breaks through his face - even wider than the one before. “Two years ago, I thought I was okay. I thought I had arrived in the life destined for me. It wasn’t a great one, but it was better than anything I could have hoped for. And then you happened - just stepped into my life with that sunshine smile of yours - and I realized that you could give me so much more than I thought I needed. I’ve gotten so used to your warmth by now, but I’ll never take it for granted. I just...” Bucky has to stop and catch his breath, but when he does he smiles at you again and his eyes are soft. “I don’t think I would survive without you now.”

He’s crying, and there’s something so wonderful about the tears leaving his eyes. They wash him clean of all the fear his old self holds. There is nothing scary as long as he can face it with you.

“I love you, so much.” A look at your fingers in his, and a tear settles on your skin, shooting a wave of goosebumps up your arm. “You don’t know it, but you saved my life.”

His eyes lock with yours again. Warm blue swimming in salty water - they’re happy. He’s happy. You have not realized that you have held your breath the whole time. There was no way to concentrate on breathing when you could feel every word of his stroking through your body in warm heaves. Bucky bites his lip as he watches your eyes shine with tears as well. There is so much more he could say. He could fill a week’s worth of hours talking about how much he appreciates you - but he settles for the few vulnerable words he released for everyone to hear. The rest is for you to read in his touch and stare, in his smile and the kiss he is about to share with you. He’s getting all giddy thinking about it. He’s done it a million times before, but this is it. The Kiss that settles it all.

You send an encouraging smile his way, and he slowly nods as his hands squeeze yours softly.

“When you touch me, I feel butterflies.” Oh, you hadn’t planned to just blurt it out like that. But it just happened. There was so much swirling in your head, the text you have rehearsed is suddenly not enough to do him justice. A small giggle rustles through the crowd, but you don’t care how childish it sounds. It’s true, and it’s the best feeling ever.

“I’ve known it for so long, I have. But feeling it every day anew surprises me. You are amazing, and kind and so incredibly thoughtful. Being with you feels like being myself. And I love that you can make me feel this way.” A tear rushes down your cheek, and Bucky struggles to keep his hand in yours instead of wiping it away. “I’m so lucky - I think it every time I think of you. And I thank the universe for gifting me your heart. Because, for whatever reason, I was worth it.” You have to pause for a moment to catch your breath, but his touch grounds you. There are too many things you want to say, and it would still not be enough. So you settle for the most important one. “I love you, Bucky. I love you so much it hurts sometimes. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You share a shy look with him, letting all the feelings flow through your body. The room is listening in anticipation when you both say your ‘I-dos’ and even though you know there would not be any surprises, your chest feels freer in a way. Bucky struggles to let go of your hands to turn to Steve, who is handing him the ring. And as he slides the delicate metal on your finger, he can’t stop the small sob from escaping his lips. It’s too amazing, too overwhelming - but at the same time, a feeling he doesn’t want to let go of, either. Your hands tremble when they carefully trace over the gold carving on his vibranium finger. Whatever is said rushes by you in a blur and you can only register the smile on Bucky’s face brightening even more. His hands reach out to you and press you to his body until his nose touches yours and his thumb gently strokes over your cheek.

It’s the moment before the fireworks go off, the second before the sprint, the little shimmer of excited heart race before the confetti explodes in bright and vibrant colors.

“I’m gonna love you 'til the day I die,” you mouth in perfect unison before capturing that promise with a searing kiss, letting the explosion paint your love on the walls for everyone to see.

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20/20 - no outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

(gif by @nicolethered)

Summary: After months of pestering from Sarah, Joel finally concedes that he might need to get his eyesight checked and makes an appointment at your optometrist practice. He really doesn’t want glasses, though.

Pairing: No Outbreak!Joel Miller x Optometrist F!Reader

Content/Warnings: MDNI; 18+; not explicit as such but implied; no outbreak AU; Joel and reader are broadly around the same age; fluff; Joel in glasses is his own warning; me making stuff up about eye exams

Word Count: 1600 (this was supposed to be a drabble)

Notes: So @lunapascal and @julesonrecord decided I needed to atone for being incredibly thirsty for the sight of a certain someone putting on a pair of glasses. And voilà, a “glasses are hot” one-shot and my first attempt at Mr Miller.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. But they’re also fascinating little machines in their own right, and you should know: you’ve been running your own vision care clinic in Austin for almost twenty years, after qualifying as an optometrist and gaining experience for a couple of years at various chains.

Some people love finding out they’re going to get to wear glasses. Others? Not so much.

Your last customer of the day definitely falls into the latter category. 

“Mr Miller?”

He looks around him in the empty waiting area, sighs, and stands up to join you in the testing suite. He looks like he’s being sent to the rack, not going for a routine eye examination. You introduce yourself and gesture towards the seat in front of your desk.

“So, Mr Miller -”

“Joel.”

“Joel. What brings you to the clinic today? You’re a new customer, have you just moved to the area?”

Joel looks uncomfortable, shifting in the seat. You guess he’s in his early fifties or so, salt-and-pepper hair and a patchy beard. He’s broad, still evidently a strong and well-built man. His denim shirt, embroidered with a logo that reads Miller Family Contractors, fits snugly but perfectly over his frame. 

“No, not new to Austin. Been here my whole life. Just…new to the eye doctor.”

“I see.” You pull up his file on the computer system and note his age. “If you don’t mind me saying, Joel, you’ve done pretty well getting to this stage in life without needing some kind of sight correction. What’s changed?”

He exhales, and for the first time since he sat down he actually makes eye contact with you.

Holy shit. You look at irises and pupils and corneas all damn day. You admire and respect the human eye, but you didn’t think it had the same power of attraction over you. Turns out, it had just been a while since you’d seen eyes as beautiful as his.

Even in the shitty artificial light of the testing suite, you can see that Joel Miller’s eyes are a perfect dark brown: at times like black coffee, at times like fine whiskey, depending on the light. They’re warm and enticing, even without him trying. You notice, too, the laughter lines and wrinkles around those extraordinary eyes - here, despite his stern exterior and manner, is a man who smiles and laughs. Who knows happiness.

“My daughter… she made me. Said she was gettin’ sick of me holdin’ up my phone so I could see the screen, and of missin’ half the stuff in my shows because I was squintin’.”

“Ah, she sounds like a wise person. Well, Joel, let’s get going.”

You conduct the retinal exam and the glaucoma test, Joel flinching as the puffs of air hit each eye. When he almost drags himself off the stool to move over for the pupil reactions and visual acuity testing, you decide to just ask.

“Joel, is everything okay? Are you comfortable with the procedures I’m doing?”

He arranges himself in the chair, his broadness making the equipment look comically small. He flashes you another look with those big brown eyes.

“I…I don’t want glasses.”

It’s not the first time you’ve heard this. “It’s okay, Joel. If you need vision correction we can look at contacts, or even laser surgery if you think that might be an option.”

He grimaces.

“I don’t want pokin’ in my eyes, either. Or lasers pointed at them. Absolutely not.”

You arch an eyebrow. “Well, let’s hope you don’t need glasses, then, Joel Miller.”

You have to get up close to him for parts of the eye test, as normal. To your horror, you realise that every time you do so, you get a surge of desire. He smells of shaved wood, of pine soap, of peppermint, and of leather. You notice the smattering of freckles across the tan skin exposed by the snaps left open on his shirt. You can’t take your own eyes off his hands: big, broad, long, and strong. 

Your mind immediately wanders to thinking about what those hands could do to you. Where they could go that you can’t reach with your own fingers, how they’d feel against your skin, reaching for you, groping at your tits as you - 

You clear your throat and turn back to the lens unit, away from Joel, lest he see how flustered you are becoming. He’s got a daughter, you remind yourself. He’s got a wife, or a partner.

“Everythin’ okay?”

“Sure, yes, fine, Joel. Sorry, just trying a new lens combination.”

***

Of course he needs glasses. It’s not a very strong prescription, but he seems crestfallen as you talk him through it.

“Joel, I don’t want to be condescending but glasses are a minor hardship when you think of being able to see clearly again.”

For the first time, he cracks a smile. “I know, I know. I just - I dunno. I feel like I’m an old man now, with my glasses and my stiff knees and my tight back. That’s why I didn’t want them, I - vanity, I guess. Didn’t want to admit I was old.”

You smile in return, noting how kind and warm his expression was. “You’re not old, Joel. You look great.”

That was unprofessional.

He blushes. “Until I put the specs on, that is.”

You point to yourself. “I’m wearing contacts today so it’s easier for me to do my job, but in my downtime - I’m glasses all the way.”

He scoffs. “Different for you, though, you’d look pretty no matter what.” 

“Pretty?” 

Joel looks up at you from under his lashes. “I mean…yeah, you are. Probably even prettier in your glasses, too.”

It’s your turn for the heat to rise to your cheeks, but you can’t help smiling. “Let’s just double-check the last of the personal contact details before we go look at some frames. Says here your emergency contact is Sarah Miller but there’s no description of your relationship - is she your wi-“

“Daughter. Sarah’s my adult daughter. No wife, no girlfriend.”

You try not to smile too obviously. “My emergency contact is my younger sister. Same reason.”

As you print out Joel’s new prescription, there’s a knock on the door - Meghan, your assistant who usually looks after customers when they choose their frames.

“It’s closing time… you want me to stay late?”

You shake your head. “Of course not, Meghan. I think I’ll be able to help Mr Miller choose his new frames. If that’s okay with you, Joel?”

He smiles and turns to Meghan. “I think I’m in good hands.”

***

Joel studies the selection of frames on display in the main public area of the clinic, looking completely overwhelmed. He turns to you, shrugging helplessly.

“I don’t even know where to start. What would you suggest? You’re the expert.”

You move closer to study his features, taking in the size and shape of his face, the firm set of his jaw, the strong line of his nose, the softness of his lips. 

Fuck, this is a beautiful man.

You catch your breath momentarily. “Many men who don’t want glasses choose the invisible frames, like these.” You hold up a pair of the lightweight style, placing them gingerly on Joel’s handsome face.

He studies himself in the mirror. “Not bad. Can’t even tell.”

“If I might suggest something, though?”

He nods. “You’re the expert, like I said.”

“I think your features could carry something a little stronger. More definite, more distinguished. Can I show you?”

You pick a couple of acetate frames from the rack, one in a dark caramel brown, the other in a sort of charcoal grey. You hold them out to Joel. 

He wavers, and settles on the caramel pair. You watch as he examines the frames, before gently putting them on.

That’s when you give yourself away. The sight of that man putting on those glasses is so devastatingly sexy that you let out a tiny moan. Joel turns, the frames beautifully complementing his colouring and the darkness of his eyes, and it’s all you can do not to moan again.

“You okay?”

“I’m…I’m fine. You just look…very…”

He moves closer, a little smile on his face. “You sayin’ the glasses are doin’ it for you?”

You nod. “That pair, yes. Yes, I think they might be. I’m sorry, this is horribly unprofessional of me.”

He grins. “Can you explain what it is you like about them?”

You swallow hard, turning him to see himself alongside you in a mirror. “They’re stylish. They are strong. They’re distinguished. They’re very…masculine.” You let the next words slip before you can stop yourself. “In other words, they’re very you.”

Joel turns his back to the mirror, focusing on you. “Only because you found them for me. I’d never have tried somethin’ like this.”

“You glad you did?”

“I am. And I’m glad I came in to get my old eyes checked out by the prettiest optometrist in all Texas.” 

You laugh, and he catches your hand to pull you in. Your fingers rest lightly on the broad expanse of his chest, feeling the taut denim underneath. You look at him expectantly.

“I know this is probably mighty unprofessional, but…”

You nod. “But I’ve already gone over the line, so…”

Joel leans in, frames still on, and kisses you: hot, hungry, deeply. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, returning his kiss with the same intensity. When you break away, you take his hand and lead him back towards the testing suite.

“More tests, darlin’?”

You arch an eyebrow as you pull him inside and close the door. “I suspect you’ll pass these with flying colours, Joel Miller. You don’t need 20/20 vision for what I’ve got in mind.”

[sepublic]

            In addition to all of the other stuff that’s been said, the Collector coming across as more malicious and mean-spirited in their shadow form kinda tracks when you remember that… they’ve been trapped in their prison for millennia, and confinement generally does not do favors to the psyche?

         Being stuck in a place, unable to actually physically move or do things or interact; That’s stressful. People who are stressed out tend to be less kind. And I think of how right after goading Belos over his insecurities in Clouds on the Horizon, the Collector immediately segues into demanding they be freed… I think there’s a connection here.

         So naturally, they come across as a lot more well-adjusted in For the Future, since by that point it’s been two months and they’ve had all of the freedom and fun they could ask for, as well as an actual friend, VS being trapped and stuck with an influence like Belos. Kids need enrichment and will take what they can get; Remember how the Collector mentions they’re bored, and then immediately asks if the draining spell is ready? The Collector is immediately receptive to King’s other ideas on how to have fun because they just want to do something, anything!

         …Now hear me out, this may be a bit of a pretentious suggestion but; I guess you could almost compare it to prison abolition? The idea that throwing someone into a box with nothing to help them will just bring out their worst? Whereas giving them compassion and guidance, especially in the form of a person who’s willing to teach them… We see how the Collector is responding to King’s advice after two months!

        They’re still not quite there yet; But I find it fascinating how they respect King’s boundaries with Francois, and evidently knew about Eda and Lilith but didn’t bring it up. I def get the impression that the Collector is learning, making progress, bit by bit, and that’s another reason why King vouches for this kid. King really thinks it’s worth it putting in the time and effort to help someone and see this all the way through, which all ties back into TOH’s themes of restorative justice.

[kel-lance]

Eyeless Gojo AU Part 1:

Prequel: (read here)

———Warnings: mention of death, blood, killing, morally grey, slight mind control, Gojo just reacting to his cptsd in this universe, slight grooming (adults ideals on Gojo and their children), mindbreak, yandere(?)———————-

((Ending of year 3: (the woman Geto brought in was mamagumi. Toji was a secret weapon to the Zenin clan and was highly respected. The kids are being raised together. Maki and Mai are taught new techniques while sparring against Megumi (they all have their same techniques) so they were actually going to become to super strongest of the clan. Basically Megumi will be next in line of the clan and maki and Mai will be trained as his protectors.

The three of them are 5-6 years old at the time. Megumi who was recently orphaned and had a “cousin” named tsumiki who would look after him and not treat him like a prince. (She would scold him and treat him like a person and he grew to greatly respect her.

He learned to be humble by her, maki and Mai’s, and their friends. Megumi had a lot of friends growing up, Panda, Toge, Kamo, Todo, Momo, Miwa, Muta, all them knew him from his status. More so the head of clans were to meet and the others came by around middle school bc they’d have meetings with each other to have them all meet before they started in JJH.)

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Geto goes to see gojo at his place, you know, the 1000+acre plot of land that was supposed to suffice as Gojo’s own personal quarters. The same one where everyone and their mothers turned him away until they hear he’s Geto Suguru, to where they basically pull him in to ask him to get Gojo out of his room.

Geto is walked in, no knock or introduction. Gojos room, it was thick. The air was strong, you could feel it walking in. Geto goes to open the windows while keeping his demeanor. ”I’ve been picking up your slack everyday Gojo.“ Geto paused to let his friend talk over him, but that didn’t come. He looks back at Gojo in his bed, “C’mon seriously you out of all of us, you can’t be acting like this.”

“I thought you understood that I’m not like other people.”

“Well, before I said you’re not that special to be exempted out of stuff. We’re risking our lives as normal people while you can do months worth of our missions in a week, if you wanted.” Geto sighed, leaning on the wall next to the open vent.

Gojo’s aura, he could barely feel like it in the room, it wasn’t what was taking up the space before anyway. His voice was hard to even find. “….. What makes me so special then?”

Geto didn’t know what to say. This was real one of his worst bits. “You’re special because you’re Gojo Satoru. You are literally the strongest-”

“WHAT IS IT ALL FOR!?” Gojo snaps.

Oof, his jab of Gojo alone being the strongest always annoyed him. Gojo would say that they were the strongest, but Geto kept refusing. Gojo wouldn’t stop until they were equal, til they could bring him down to Geto, or what Geto hated was that they put him as far up as Gojo. It just kept showing him how different they were treated, but in this moment he shouldn’t have said it. “Hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t-“

“I know.” Voice breaking, Gojo continued. “I already knew that you would do this, but somehow it still hurts more than the anticipation. I,” He sighed, using it to catch his breath, “I really wanted you to know me.”

Geto was speechless. His best friend, the one person who Gojo was so intrigued by, he trusted Geto enough to let him know what kind of life he lived. How do his words still go unnoticed? He’s still unheard, seen as a brat for being tended to. How could he live as an adult? That’s right, they’re rendering Gojo powerless still. Even while he’s an adult now.

“I’m sorry. We can go get ice cream-“

“Get out.” Suguru could only blink. He didn’t hear that right-

“GET OUT!”

Gojo had never raised his voice like this before. His tone was so stern Geto thought someone else may have been in the room with him. Speechless, he just turned and left.

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“You seriously didn’t say anything?” Nanami wasn’t recovering well from Haibaras death. That was just insane, how time moves so much faster when your brain is panicking. Maybe if nanami could’ve moved his legs a bit faster maybe haibara could’ve just lost up to his knees, but no, his organs ended up missing too. There was no way anyone could help them.

The blond was grouchier than ever. He was angry. There wasn’t a curse in the world that could escape his wrath. He supposed he could sulk and stay upset, risking his life even more as it’d unbalance his fighting style. He had to stay focused but couldn’t do that without motivation.

————-

Haibara was the only person really getting him to help others. Of course he wanted to help people, it wasn’t right that most of the population are victims to themselves, and they don’t even know it. They can’t help it, someone once said to him, and it stuck with him since.

“Why is it our job to help them if they don’t even know the danger they’re in?” Nanami said aloud.

“What a stupid thing to say.” Haibara comes around, folding up his magazine and smacking nanami on the head. “You should help others because you want to, there shouldn’t be any other reason for it. You’d be bargaining forever at that point.”

“Yeah sure, I get that it’d be more mental gymnastics around it all, but seriously what’s the real reason?”

“If you keep asking yourself questions, that time could’ve been used to save another life. Don’t you feel better after knowing they’re safe? That you did something for other people like us?”

“They’re not like us.” Nanami grumbled. His 16 year old mind just didn’t get why it was up to him to save most of the population, it was a lot of responsibility, let alone how Gojo was born into it. That’s how Nanami keeps himself away from Satoru, and Suguru by association, but Haibara makes it apparent to always greet them.

He kept breaking through Nanami’s boundaries and showed him that it’s easier to do if he wants to do it. And he’s been on that ever since, trying to get his friend to think differently to better himself.

——————

Nanami heard about what happened to the two, and reached out to Utahime for Suguru’s number, which she also got from Shoko. Telling his upperclassman what happened to their mutual friend, it was a big step for him to open up. They sat side by side, nanami leaning all the way back, as much as gravity would allow, listening.

“He yelled at me.” Geto said.

“That’s not like him at all, he’d never do that. Did you really recover fully? Maybe we’re all going crazy.”

“No,” Geto stopped him. “He actually yelled at me. Like I felt like a little kid and he was the upset father for once.” Nanami could tell that upset him, it wasn’t about power and control but that was never their dynamic. Gojo was always the kid, he was always the one with energy and not a care in the world, because he was a brat, but also so elevated that he was neglected of course he was going to be ignorant to things, much less latching onto the first person that treated him with actual sincerity and decency.

“I wonder what he’s seeing right now. If he knows how much he hurt me because he just sees everything. I bet he saw this conversation when he woke up again.”

“Do you think he might’ve saw something while they were putting his head back on?” Fixing his glasses, nanami could remember the details when yaga, Suguru, and Shoko came back holding parts of the two

Maybe. But his vision keeps getting in the way of his life. He knows that, we all know it, but what can we do about it? He’s the strongest. After all the training they’ve done together, Gojo having deja vu and being able to be familiar with Geto’s moves really always pissed him off.

Gojo tried closing his eyes but it seemed better for him, the light was less intense and he just had to trust his senses. Gojo was told so many times, taunted by Geto, always saying that was why Gojo could never deliver him a fair fight.

Bzzzbzbbzz. Looking down on his phone, Geto was surprised to see Shoko’s contact with an image attached, showing Gojo resting in a bed. “Come over.”

“Nanami, I gotta go.” With no time to explain, Geto’s out the door. Nanami sighs and decides to buy some flowers.

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Gojo wakes up to Geto coming over to the infirmary. His head is bandaged heavily and Geto wasn’t told why or what happened, he just thinks that it was a mission that he failed bc of how bad his headspace was.

Gojo is honestly quiet. He listens to Geto tell him how he can just go out and do anything with his head like that, making it vague. Gojo thinks that even after doing what he did, that Geto and everyone would still not feel anything for him, he needed pity. He needed shame to feel human. He needed to feel something.

Gojo just sits and listens to Geto. He missed his friend so much. He sits in his bed, looking out the window at the world outside.

Geto is running his mouth, saying things in a tone that only his best friend would understand, trying to say in the best way possible how he cares. He’s just so worried how Gojo could be so stupid without him. Not even a laugh. He was boiling water for some tea, just preparing whatever he found around the infirmary to make it less tense.

When Geto brings gojo his tea, gojos already asleep. He sets the cups on the nightstand, he sits and looks over at his friend, thinking that it suited him. Being quiet like this was something he could only wish upon to happen, but it was killing them both.

Geto realizes that Gojo was calling for him to come so he could sleep. He looked over his body and his fingers had skin picked off, his body looked like he lost some weight, and the bandages covering his head and face was bothering him. He wanted to see that his friend was really there, that he was okay.

Geto got up to go to the bathroom and when he came back, he found Gojo back up, drinking his cold tea in the dark.

[bowiebond]

Superman!Billy with his golden little curl and endearing smile, his tight spandex suit and cape, his dorky William Hargrove disguise with too big black frames and funky button downs done all the way up to his throat with a colourful tie.

Batman!Steve who puts up this big act of being stoic and independent, always running after his Robins (Dustin (Grayson), Lucas (Drake), Mike (Damian), El (Brown) and Will (Todd).) The only person who can make him laugh, even if it’s soft and rarely heard, barely a chuckle, is Wonder Woman aka Robin Buckley.

Billy and Steve butt heads a lot when it comes to plans, but deep down they have a deep respect for each other. (Plus, Supergirl, aka Max Mayfield, is quite fond of El and Lucas). More often than not they’ll team up against Flash aka Tommy whenever he tries to make a dumb plan, or Green Lantern aka Jonathan who’s still mad at Steve for taking Will when he went ‘missing’ (ran away from home due to Lonnie’s abuse) and not returning him, and every horrible thing that happened to him after he became a Robin. It’s a deeply complicated relationship since Steve has also saved his wife and Steve’s ex, Nancy, more times than he can count, and put his life on the line for Will more than once after his resurrection.

Steve is strict on not giving up his identity, and Billy respects it even if he’s dying to know. He’s certain Steve knows his, but Steve has actually been respectful enough not to needle into his records and find out who he is with all his computers and gadgets.

So when they bump into each other in public, neither know they’re superhero’s. They’re just stupidly enamoured by each other’s appealing faces, Billy’s long lashes and blond curls, Steve’s moles and crooked smile.

Steve has a strict rule on dating; he shouldn’t. Can’t. One night stands? No strings for a few months? Sure. Whatever. He just can’t chance getting anyone hurt again, not after how close he came to losing Nancy before they parted ways. He kind of hated Jonathan, not for marrying her, but for painting a target on her back when he did. He couldn’t help keeping an eye on her most days, even if he had put that love to bed. Maybe in another life.

Billy is gorgeous though, even with his glasses and ugly suit, he radiates an energy that makes people want to be around him. Maybe his clumsiness is a bit endearing, actually.

Steve feels extremely endeared. And horny. But he’s always been horny for love and love made him horny so-

They’re not dating. But Steve definitely gets Billy in his bed by the end of their first ‘date’ and it’s better than he ever could have imagined. The way he sounded, the way he moved, he was like steel all over yet when Steve sunk into him, he was tight and hot, the glide like silk with how much lube he used trying to get the reporter to fall apart.

Billy gets a heavy suspicion that Steve is Batman when he sees him naked, can trace a multitude of scars he’s seen more than once through broken armour. He stares at Batman enough to know his gut is probably right. And well, Steve might not want Billy to know, but he probably knows who he is, and it makes Billy’s heart beat just a bit faster. He’d been teased more than once by Catwoman, Heather, the few times she felt like being a nuisance in his city, about the crush he harboured for his ‘work friend’. She was usually Steve’s problem, but if he was honest, it was nice to hear from her own lips that Batman hadn’t touched even a claw on her in that way (though she alluded to a certain Amazon doing so instead).

After that night, they see each other a few more times, but neither get offended when the other has to cancel due to ‘family’ or ‘work’ emergencies. Billy knows where Steve is going when he rain checks with him and Superman appears to team up with Batman often in Gotham despite Steve’s disgruntlement over having ‘The Golden Hero’ around in his grimy streets.

Billy pouts when Steve doesn’t show up in Metropolis when he has to run out of a date halfway through (they’re not dating it’s just polite to take the reporter to eat as a billionaire, think of the press if they knew he was ‘playing’ with their favourite reporters heart?). But he figures it’s because Steve at the end of the day, is human. Despite his strength, he needed more rest than Billy. He was happy to let his Bat rest up and help him whenever he needed.

This goes on for months, and Billy doesn’t let it slip that he knows Harrington and Batman are one in the same. The paparazzi think Billy is the strangest yet hottest side piece Steve has had yet and it’s flattering if a bit worrying. He doesn’t need anyone knowing who he is.

Neither expect Billy to be kidnapped by Steve’s nemesis, Joker aka Vecna, who had long forgotten his own original name and made them up as he went, ‘One’ and ‘Vecna’ and ‘Peter’ and ‘Henry’. He only kidnaps him because Steve is ‘friends’ with Batman and he figured stealing his besties boyfriend would entice him out to fight.

Billy can’t do much. He’s in civilian wear! He just has to wait it out and hope Steve saves him quickly because honestly? He’s bored. Really bored. Vecna talks a lot. Billy’s not interested in his speeches.

In the end, Steve does come and save him and…well, Billy’s seen Batman fight plenty. But in his defence? Oh boy. It’s hot. Like really hot. Like Billy kisses the fuck out of him the moment they’re out of there, uncaring of the discomfort of the hard mask against his nose.

Steve is half towards the conclusion of his something cheating on him, but Billy whispers his name and his stomach plummets.

“We shouldn’t keep seeing each other.” It’s said with fear; for Billy, not himself. He can’t wrap a civilian into this life, not after Nancy, not after Will, not when he knows this won’t be the first of many attempts on Billy’s safety and life. He can’t afford to lose him.

“What? What are you on about?” Billy’s brows jump up. “Shit, is this because of the secret identity thing? I didn’t mean to figure it out, okay, but I mean, you know—“

“Billy, you’re going to get hurt. If Vecna knew what you were to me…You could die.”

“I could die?” Billy scoffed. “No offence, but you’re more likely to die, pretty boy.”

“I’ve done this before, this life is not for a civilian and I never should have taken you out to being with.” Steve gritted his teeth. He had been too caught up in how much he liked Billy. Maybe even…even loved him. Just a bit.

“Steve.” Billy furrowed his brows. “I’m not a civilian. You know that.”

Steve blinks.

“What? You’re a reporter, B, you’re very much a civilian.”

Billy actually starts laughing, head thrown back as he takes off his glasses. He pocketed them and tousled his hair, a few curls falling around his ears and upon his forehead.

“Familiar?” Steve is quiet. “My dear Dark Knight, I’m Superman. You didn’t know?”

Steve is still silent.

“Steve?”

“…I need a minute I feel really, really stupid.” Steve buried his face in his hands as Billy continued in laugh.

“You really liked boring old Hargrove? You’re so lame. I thought you knew I was Superman.”

“No! Of course I didn’t!” Steve squeaked. “Robins never gonna let me live this down!”

Billy continued to laugh well into the night as Steve groaned.

Who knew they’d be the newest supercouple on the block?

[field-s-of-flowers]

Morticia Addams headcanons

Because there was nothing in the tag other than x reader, nsfw or crossover, and I like giving characters complicated backstories. Also it’s spooky month so I have to make content <3

This will be mostly pertaining to the ‘60s show, with some other stuff from… pretty much everything! I have a soft spot for the musical in particular so if you don’t recognize any character names they’re probably from that

Tagging @lucasbeinekehonorarygoth @acesophiewalten hiii here you go! Hope you like it!

So first off, Morticia and Ophelia used to be very, very close when they were little

Like shared-everything-and-wanted-to-be-just-like-each-other close

Ophelia is three years older, but Morticia was a lot more “mature” so she kind of ended up slotting into the role of the older daughter.

(Btw when I say “mature” I mean “they’re both nd but Tish is a lot better at masking so people kind of thought of Ophelia as childish”)

(And when I say “the role of the older daughter” you know exactly what I mean)

Up until she was a teenager, Morticia was just like her older sister: loving, dutiful and sweet. The only differences seemed to be their hair color and Morticia’s relative shyness.

But the sisters didn’t stay close forever

Mainly because their family was very old-fashioned and very magic.

(Time for worldbuilding)

Everyone in their mother’s family has some kind of powers over nature (see: Fester’s lightning powers)

Granny Frump had powers over plants, so both the sisters were expected to end up with plant magic as well.

Ophelia’s powers started developing at a very young age, and once they did, (pun fully intended), she blossomed. Flowers, herbs and fruit trees alike flourished after minimal coaxing from her, and the stubbornest of sidewalk weeds seemed to adore her. Daisies even began to grow out of Ophelia’s hair!

Morticia, on the other hand, was… not that

The only plants she could seem to work magic on were poisonous, carnivorous, allelopathic or otherwise hazardous to health

The only exceptions were roses (probably because of their thorns)

And this is where Morticia ran into some problems with the women in her family.

The most immediate issue came in the form of her mother, who seemed deeply ashamed of her younger daughter’s “morbid” magic

Granny Frump doubted that Morticia would ever make a good match (need I remind you this was the early fifties) and pretty much decided she was “cursed” and would never be much more than a burden

She thought she might find comfort in her sister, but Ophelia only thought of her as a tragedy

Unsurprisingly, this was around the time Morticia started to distance herself from the rest of her family

Namely by leaning into the whole “cursed” thing and cultivating her own little garden of poisonous plants, as well as a more dark and depressing vibe overall

She ended up realizing there was no reason to be what everyone else wanted her to be- a flower doesn’t just die because it’s not the same color as the rest of the garden, does it?

This, incidentally, is how Morticia ended up being the happiest she’d ever been.

Enter Gomez, who saw this beautiful girl being so unapologetically herself that he just. Couldn’t handle it

And the rest is history :)

Okay now that’s out of the way it’s time for some general (read: miscellaneous and often quite stupid) headcanons

She and Ophelia do become close again as they become adults! It just takes a little while, but there’s not too much that can keep the two of them apart

She still gives Gomez the creeps though

Morticia’s hair isn’t naturally that straight and shiny- she actually puts oil in it to smooth it out! When she wakes up in the morning it’s very frizzy. (Headcanon courtesy of my mom)

Headcanon also courtesy of the person who said Morticia dyes her hair: I respect your headcanon but you are Extremely wrong about this

Tish takes a lot of pride in her appearance, specifically in the way she dresses and in her general bearing. It’s really less about how she looks and more about the way she presents herself

Whenever she stresses about her appearance, Gomez tells her the exact same thing: “I would love you even if you looked like a rotting corpse.”

She’ll just roll her eyes and say something along the lines of “just wait, darling, it won’t be long now.”

Gomez is the only person that Morticia lets into her conservatory without knocking

The kids get passes when they’re really little. Grandmama does not and needs to stop sneaking around trying to steal her hemlock

Pugsley also eventually gets a free pass because she knows he’s responsible. Wednesday does not

Mainly because she broke Aunt Phobia’s nicest vase

Most of the Addams relatives with weirder names come from Gomez’s side of the family, but Morticia has plenty of cousins on her side and they’re all perfectly strange, thank you very much!

But her stories are always a little bit depressing, even if she doesn’t mean for them to be

You know how someone will tell a story about something awful that happened to them in their childhood like it’s hilarious because nobody ever told them that wasn’t normal? That’s Morticia

Gomez, who grew up with a very loving family, is always horrified by these

“Your mother did WHAT” “…Did your mother not do that” “NO”

They don’t talk to Granny Frump a lot

Not because Morticia doesn’t want to reconnect (she’d actually be quite happy to do so if her mother was willing) but because Gomez is always on the offense when she visits

“Darling, you really don’t need to do that” “Do what” “Gomez put the sabre down”

Gomez tries to teach Morticia about a lot of his passions/just stuff he knows, with varying levels of success

She does quite well learning how to fence, and makes for a very fun sparring partner!

She didn’t pick up Spanish as easily, even though she tried

All she really knows is their pet names for each other

He thinks she’s fantastic

In turn, Morticia tried to teach Gomez how to knit. To put it mildly, that ended up being a disaster and a half.

She had a lot more success teaching him about the plants in her conservatory

In part because she has a lot of little songs and mnemonics to keep track of them

She had to make up most of them because they don’t really make those songs about poisonous/carnivorous plants

This is semi-canon but Morticia has a really nice singing voice!

She’s always humming something, to the point where she doesn’t really know she’s doing it most of the time (read: stim)

I have a lot more but this got REALLY long so I’m gonna cut myself off there

[wackywheel]

c!connor fic rec masterpost!

[img id.] a row of melon blocks, filtered with a gradient of pale purple, blue, and green so that they look pastel. in the bottom left, text reads, “please read these fics they’re so good.” in the bottom right, a sign reads, “eat pant conar.” [end id.]

i talked about making one of these a while back and finally got around to combing thru the tags to compile fics for it so, yo! if you're a fan of c!connor, are looking to figure out how best to characterize him for your own works, just wanna read about him, or any combination of the former, you're in luck!

while the main criteria for stuff to make it on here is that it characterizes connor accurately, nearly all of these are also just fics that i personally like LOL so while i'll try to be as objective as i can for the sake of my fellow c!connor enjoyers, i must be entirely transparent w y'all that this is mostly just fics that i, personally, really like. ...which is technically the purpose of fic rec posts anyways, but i digress...

fics are below the readmore! ↴

ok the way ive ordered all of these is both in categories of.. sort of pseudo genres ? basically theyre just paired/grouped up according to their premise, as well as loosely chronological according to ao3's recently updated filter!

(also, fics with an *asterisk before them are ones that i personally am biased about bc of who wrote them LOL)

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"connor is a god" fics

basically, these fics primarily focus on the hc of connor being a god/immortal that was very popular back before we saw much of him, beyond his appearances in his two tales episodes! while i'm not a huuuge fan of this hc, nor do i really have much to say individually about each fic, i still wanna give these fics props for setting the bar very high when it comes to treating c!connor with respect, reverence, and most of all agency, especially so early on during the post-nov16th months!

There Are Answers Here by angeloncewas

the constant by diapason

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connor & some/all of benchtrio fics

exactly what it says on the tin, this group of fics focuses on connor's relationships with other characters, but primarily with one, more, or all of benchtrio!

Stray Italian Greyhound by akuli holy shit this fic is an absolute classic when it comes to early c!connor content... connor confronts glatt in a very unique way that, honestly? i've rarely seen depicted when it comes to the two interacting! following that, though, connor and tubbo sit down and talk about schlatt in a wholly honest and cathartic way.

*Here Comes the Sun by BeatrixGtheMaskedDogNoobsomeExagerjunk here it is! the first of many, many, of beatrix's fics i'm gonna rec to y'all! okay to be honest, clingyduo's inclusion in this fic is very very minor if we're gonna dig into semantics, but i otherwise had no idea where else to put this because of how genuinely unique it was for its time! (its time being pre-s2 finale) an indepth study of connor's hypothetical interactions with ghostbur here, flashbacks explaining schlatt's ties to the revive book there, this oneshot absolutely killed it, especially so early on in the lifespan of connor-centric works!

Ask No Guarantees by angeloncewas another connor & tubbo fic! there's an alternate reality where i became a devout c!tubbling i'm absolutely sure of it. to summarize it shortly, the two bond over their dead best friends! wahoo grief! there's also some very interesting discussion of in-universe religion which is always very fun imo!

*advice you’ve given other people that was really about yourself by antfrost ok here we go, first fic from beloved mutual connor timedeo lets go lets go character study of connor using conversations with benchtrio as a vehicle fuck YES sir this fic is great. i am an absolute sucker for character analysis, even when it's just little exchanges and acts of kindness from one hurt person to another (also in all honesty this fic was the one that made me change the section title to benchtrio instead of just tubbo/clingyduo LMAO)

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"connor showed up too late" fics

angst time bitches! despite how much c!connor's backstory is built upon angst, and how much i love the little guy, i'm honestly not a huge fan? anyways i fucking love these fics regardless so i think that must say something either about me or them. you decide

Brutus Is An Honorable Man by 2point5 if stray italian greyhound was a classic, then this fic is literally a loadbearing pillar of the c!connor fanbase. holy SHIT is she one iconic collection of words. the premise is pretty simple, connor shows up too late after getting a letter from schlatt asking him to come. he and quackity talk about schlatt. it does not go well. i cannot stress enough though. read this fic. like this is required reading this is canon its 100% canon cc!connor called me and said it is (lying) (theres just a lot of headcanons i like in it im biased) (not joking about the required reading part though)

People Die Every Day, I Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way by orojiratsu ...and if brutus is an honorable man was required reading, then this fic is extra credit! ...literally! as in it was actually inspired by the last fic! very similar premise, but the author gets much more into detail about the aftermath of nov16th, including tubbo's reaction to connor's past with schlatt, as well as lending connor a bit more agency when it comes to going toe to toe with quackity's reaction to schlatt's death.

Lay here with me until the years go by. by zrkk a very short oneshot, but really impactful all the same! one thing i really commend this oneshot for is that despite its length, the author manages to get connor's verbal reactions to schlatt's death nearly spot on. go give it a read!

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"connor reviving / rescuing schlatt" fics

yessssss we're getting into the good stuff, the struggles that end either happily or bittersweetly all the same. these are fics that i constantly find myself rereading when i'm missing c!connor, and cannot reccomend literally all of them enough!

*The Friends We Refuse to Abandon by BeatrixGtheMaskedDogNoobsomeExagerjunk ok this is what i meant before by many of beatrix's fics lol this fic is like. another one that's literally required reading if u like c!connor bc it has absolutely everything u could ask for. connor reviving and reuniting with his bestie? having agency in the narrative? helping people just for the sake of helping them? you name it, we got it here.

twenty thousand years of this by rosewitchx GOD this fic is so fucking iconic as well. i absolutely consider it required reading as well, bc both this one and the last one fill their niche incredibly well rosewitchx's writing and characterization of connor, as well as basically everyone else they write from what ive seen, is incredibly well researched and true to their characters, so this is definitely not the last fic of theirs im going to be reccing on this post lol similar premise to tfwrta, except connor wasn't the one to revive schlatt. regardless, he's still given the assertiveness and narrative agency when rescuing schlatt that makes this fic super cathartic to reread if you're craving that sort of thing! (also, this specific fic is from a series of the author's that explains certain headcanons much better than if you were to just read the fic in isolation. go give it a read over here!)

I'm Tired by Anonymous another short read, but still a very good one! props to anon! this fic emphasizes the 'bittersweet' point i made in this section's intro. schlatt has been revived, and he and connor have reunited, but at what cost of his own physical health?

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smplive-era connor fics

yessss fuck yes fuck YEESSS you people are NOT immune to me making you remember not only smplive, but that its CANON baybee its 100% CANON TO DSMP LETS GOOOOOOOOOOO

*Far In Time (we've got some catching up to do!) by connor6Silly wait hold on

*What Will Happen Will Happen by connor6Silly wait fuck these are literally all just my fics

bro did all of the good c!connor smplive fics all get purged or something ??? i literally cant find any that i like, let alone think characterized connor well bc they all do him so fucking dirtyyyy y'all its awful 😭 so uhh in lieu of that .. read my fics? pretty please? i have a whole promo post for the first one here if u wanna learn more :)

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syndicate/karl oriented connor fics

ok so if y'all know me, you know im a sucker for literally all of connor's relationships on the server that we never see actually explored canonically (s&c im talking about s&c) so to balance that out, here's his friendships that are like. actually fucking real! and tangible!

*THIS IS A PROTEST FOR YOUR HEART! by antfrost yessss another one of connor timedeo's fics this is sorrrt?? of?? an au? one where everything went a-okay on nov28th, and everyone in the syndicate is happy and alive and glad to be able to spend time together. connor especially! bc he has lots of people that are there to care for him now! very short, sweet, and fluffy!

*The Planet With a Thousand Sunsets by BeatrixGtheMaskedDogNoobsomeExagerjunk another beatrix fic!!! and GOD this one is a lot of fun, as well as a companion fic to tfwrta! this fic goes all in on connor and karls friendship, framing it as if it were an actual tales episode with a cast list and everything! as of me making this post (5/22/22) the fic is not complete, so if y'all want to read more of it, i'd really suggest commenting and sharing what you liked about it! (but Do Not pester beatrix about if/when shes going to complete it bc if i hear that shits happening y'all will have hell to pay >:(((( )

*all the broken can find hope (in the most unexpected places) by BeatrixGtheMaskedDogNoobsomeExagerjunk last fic of beatrix's, as well as another syndicate fic! yipee! now, technically this fic might be better suited to go into the final section of this post, but connor's inclusion is not only accurate enough, but also the setting is very much relevant enough for it to slide into here by means of relating to the syndicate. connor's role in this fic is mostly by means of an exploration of his friendship with schlatt, juxtaposing it with emeraldduo's own close bond. two bad bitches (close friendships that came long before the dsmp ever did) kicking ass together instead of fighting one another for relevancy you love to see it <3

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connor-centric au fics

so technically most of these fics could technically be classified as aus, but thats sort of just the state we're in when it comes to actual canonical content of c!connor. Anyways! here's some straight up 100% aus that very much are either in entire other settings, or diverge early on enough in the timeline that the result is completely unrecognizable from what actually happened in canon

god of arepo (series) by rosewitchx this next rosewitchx fic... isn't technically a fic, but a series! the god of arepo series is very much a product of its time (post-exile, pre-doomsday) but it's still 100% a classic in my eyes basically, this au shows the product of the world being entirely claimed by the egg, and how connor, with ghost sweaterduo in tow, deals with the aftermath. again, very much a product of its time, but i think that makes its state as a sort of fandom-time-capsule all the more appealing <3 break the cycle in half by rosewitchx holy shit this au is an absolute trip in the best way possible??? i've never consumed any of the madoka magica franchise, but you don't really even need to do that to understand the fic tbh after losing all of their loved ones to an unavoidable, inevitable disaster, connor and karl both become magical boys in order to go back in time and save those they lost or die trying

*and the universe said i love you by antfrost if i had a nickel for every c!connor centric meguca au there was on ao3, i would have exactly 2. which isn't a lot, but it's really funny that it's happened twice now! beloved mutual connor timedeo's take on the au is similar, yet still entirely unique on its own! after schlatt gets got during a mission, connor makes his wish to be a magical boy in order to save him. he does not know what he's getting into, to say the least </3

panacea by rosewitchx YESSSSSSS I GET TO TALK ABOUT THIS FIC again, technically it could be classified in the next section of this post, but i feel like the amount of canon divergence it features definitely earns it its place here! while the fic's actual author's notes give a better description of its context, i'll give y'all this quick synopsis- quackity figures out how to revive schlatt right after nov16th, but he comes back... a little different than he left the first time. thus, hijinks ensue.

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fics that aren't fully connor-centric, but still characterize him accurately enough that i'm reccing them

again, exactly what it says on the tin; these fics really don't focus too much on c!connor, so i won't go into much depth about them, but his cameos still pass with flying colors imo, so i'd absolutely reccomend em!

the definition of a dwarf planet by WreakingHavok a short and sweet pre-nov16th sweaterduo fic that recontextualizes a lot of their interactions with smplive as a focal point

when i’d make you oh-so afraid by rosewitchx charlie and connor, but the former especially, both grapple with schlatt’s death and how they feel about it.

I never, never want to go home by rosewitchx a look back at l’manberg, set a year since the 16th.

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aaaand there you have it, folks! a collection of the best of the best when it comes to c!connor! if y’all have other fics you really enjoy centering on mr eatspants, please feel free to send them to me in an ask! i’m sure there’s still just a little bit of gold hiding out in the swathes of badly mistagged fics that are flooding connor’s main tag atm -_-

but yes! i’ll probably update this within the next few months if any new, notable c!connor fics pop up, so keep an eye out!

[imfearlessfics]

Chapter 3: The Meeting 

Song: Rise - Intro by Taeyang, 1AM by Taeyang

Pairing: Yunjin x female reader

Genre: Fluff, funny, romance

Warnings: Semi explicit language

Word count: 1.5k

Vocabulary: sajangnim = boss / president, Annyeonghaseyo = Hello 

Everyone lies on their resume, so it didn’t seem like a bad idea to put “Calm under pressure” under the skills section at the time. But now I can feel my heart beating throughout my entire body, and they’re gonna know what a giant liar I am any second. 

How many people need to be present at this meeting?! I’m one person, and all I’m doing is coming up with content. Is a conference room with 30+ people necessary? Speaking of said content, I still have no idea who I’m going to be working with or what exactly I will be doing! The email may as well have been written by the freakin’ CIA with how secretive they were. 

“Congratulations. You’ve been hired by Source Music as their new Content Creator. Await further instructions.” 

Thank you…for that wealth of information. Not like I’m uprooting my entire life or anything. 

There’s dozens of conversations taking place as we settle in. Some talking about their weekends, others about their hangovers, and some going over the layout of today’s meeting. Interns are rushing to get coffee and department heads are fiddling with their laptops so they can project their powerpoint. I catch a glimpse at some of the files: “TXT Tour”, “New Jeans New Concept”, “Seventeen Mini-Album”. I crack the biggest smile, because after all the hard work, all-nighters, and moments of doubt, this is what I get to do. This is what it was all for.

Introverts get this bad rap for being too quiet or too shy or just too small to ever take up enough space. But keeping my head down and focusing on my dreams is what got me here, so I would say we can do pretty well for ourselves. 

The entire room goes almost silent in an instant as a woman walks into the room. Scattered “Annyeonghaseyo sajangnim”s fill the room as who I can only assume is the one in charge sits down at the head of the table. Her presence is commanding, but she doesn’t seem unapproachable. I get the sense that she had to overcome a lot of doubt and judgment before making it to this table, and I feel a strong sense of respect for her. 

“Good morning, everyone. Let’s please give a warm welcome to our newest team member, y/n.” Everyone bows, and I take a moment to memorize my new coworkers’ faces. They seem kind enough, but I know I’ll need to keep my guard up. I worked too hard to get here to lose it to an unsuspecting peer. “Y/n will be spearheading content creation for one of our biggest TikTok accounts, so she will be plenty busy over the next few months as I’m sure you can imagine.” Oh damn. TikTok!? I definitely didn’t think they’d be giving me that much responsibility, but what an honor. Remember, y/n, you are capable of whatever you set your mind to. 

I soon discover her name to be Hwang Eun-Jeong, or more formally, President Hwang, which sets my mind at ease immediately. Eun-Jeong has several meanings, one of which is kindness; I knew I got a good feeling from her! She launches into explaining the basic overview of the meeting. Introducing myself, discussing responsibilities and schedules, and familiarizing myself with the team and building are all on the agenda. It’s a lot to go over, and I know my nerves are starting to go into overdrive, but the last thing she says nearly makes my heart stop altogether. 

“Oh, and we can’t forget to introduce her to the members. They had an unexpected schedule come up, so they will have to join us a little later, but as soon as they return, ensure they all can spend some time together. Who will let Chaewon know?”

Chaewon? As in Kim Chaewon?! Ex member of IZ*ONE, Kim Chaewon? The leader of LESSERAFIM, Kim freaking Chaewon?! 

Nooo no no no no no there is no way that this is happening. I am not that lucky. I did not get placed as content creator for my favorite girl group. Absolutely not. They made some super weird mistake or they’re pranking me or I’m officially off my rocker because honestly, psychosis seems like a more plausible explanation for what I just heard. 

I thought I was just gonna be the brains behind the operation - I didn’t know I’d be working directly with the actual members! Curse that oddly ambiguous email! But the more I think about it, of course they couldn’t tell me I’d be working with them. Their next comeback is the most anticipated of the year. They’ve been completely out of the public eye for months, only posting teasers here and there to generate buzz. Even I was wondering where the hell they’d been, but I was content to just be in the same building as them. I could have never anticipated this, and I had tried to prepare for everything with this move and career change. 

Almost everyone in the room has turned to look over at me, and it’s then that I realize my mid-morning crisis has been visible to my new coworkers. “Y/n, are you ready to introduce yourself?” President Hwang gently prompts. I plaster the biggest (fakest) smile I can muster and slowly make my way to the front of the room. I launch into my carefully planned speech, and it goes off without a hitch. Luckily, I can hide my utter mortification with ease, so that’s a win, I guess. I wrap up my presentation, and thankfully, it was received well. Everyone seems genuinely excited to have me on board, so even though I am reeling with the realization that I’ll be working directly with some of my biggest inspirations on a daily freakin’ basis, I breathe a sigh of relief. I’ll have to take this one step at a time if I want to be successful. 

President Hwang expertly guides us through the next several weeks of schedules, and oh my god will I be busy. I knew that the working culture out here was different from back home, but I’m not gonna have time to form thoughts, let alone adjust or settle in! I make a mental note to sit down tonight and memorize my schedule so I can be prepared. 

A gentle knock on the door beside me interrupts my train of thought, and the entire world comes to a stop yet again during this meeting. I see five borderline ethereal women file into the room as they bow and greet the rest of the staff. And that’s when it hits me - I am sitting in the same room as LESSERAFIM. I am breathing the same air as LESSERAFIM. I am staring like a goddamn fish out of water at LESSERAFIM. If you look like a weirdo in front of any of these women (but especially Yunjin), I’m gonna whoop your ass, y/n.

I manage to compose myself long enough to give a quick bow and smile to each of them, and President Hwang thankfully senses my nerves, so she initiates introductions. 

“Ladies, this is y/n, your new content creator for your TikTok account. She has excellent qualifications and should make a great addition to your team.” Thank goodness this woman is making me look good, cuz lord knows I am doing a terrible job of that right now. I decide that I can’t be afraid forever, so I stand up to shake their hands. 

“Hi! I’m y/n. It’s so nice to meet you all.” I say with only a slight tremble in my voice, but my hand gives me away instantly - it’s shaking like a leaf in a windstorm. 

Eunchae is the first to notice my nerves, so she’s immediately welcoming. “Hello! It’s nice to finally meet you. Please don’t be nervous - we’ll all be fast friends, I’m sure!” Kazuha is next to greet me, and I can tell she’s also a little nervous, which helps to calm me down a little. We both know the feeling of uprooting our lives to come here, learning the language, and feeling like an outsider, so I am hoping that helps us to build a connection. “Hi, I’m Kazuha. It’s so nice to meet you. I look forward to working with you!” I say hello to Sakura and Chaewon, who are both so sweet, and then I see her. You know those super cheesy scenes in movies where the main characters lock eyes and the entire world seems to freeze? There’s violins and like … wind for some reason blowing through their hair (even if it’s clearly inside), and no one seems to notice the two complete strangers just openly staring at each other? Well technically none of that happened, but you get the idea. I truly thought those directors were just dramatic, but I know something shifted just now. A muffled warning from something deep within me that knows I can’t let any more shifts happen, but Huh Yunjin is looking right at me, and something tells me this meeting - meeting her - might have just changed … Well, everything. 

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Hi! A little slow like the last chapter, but I promise I just want to build as much detail and backstory as possible. I hope y'all are liking it:) Enjoy!

[the-bumbling-furby]

heyo! i wanted to make a post about my personal opinions on the 2023 Furby

[pt: heyo! i wanted to make a post about my personal opinions on the 2023 Furby /end pt]

first off: i do not condone any hate towards the 2023 Furby or the people who like it! the Furby fandom is all about embracing weirdness, and the reaction to the newest Furby shouldn’t be any different

out of respect for those who like the new Furbys, all of my negative opinions will be kept under the cut

i also will not be adding image descriptions as i don’t have the energy right now, so please feel free to add them on

that being said, let’s get into it!

things i like:

[pt: things i like /end pt]

the color palette

while it can definitely be a little bit overstimulating, i really enjoy all of the new Furby color palettes! they’re bright and fun while also not being too busy. i think that the colors work well together and look really neat

the lights

i honestly really liked the lights, especially how they glow through the ears! they look super neat and add a nice touch of personality. the range of colors as well as the transitions between were a pleasant surprise

customizability

the possibilities for customization of these Furbys are honesty impressive, and even in the few months they’ve been out i’ve seen so many cool 2023 customs! unlike the boom and connect (no shade to them), the eyes are fully able to be painted while still working. i honestly can’t wait until we get to see some oddbody and longified versions of these guys

[source 1] [source 2] [source 3]

the homage to 1998 Furby in the packaging

i'm not sure how many people actually noticed this as i haven’t seen it mentioned yet, but on the interior packaging there’s a gen 1 Furby on the shelf in 2023 Furby’s room! i thought that it was a super sweet touch and it made me smile as i was opening up my own 2023 Furby :)

no app!

it was honestly super relieving for me that there’s no app for the newest Furby. the apps for the boom and connect were great ideas, but they were very finicky and then got discontinued after the generation ended. i’m personally glad that the 2023 Furby can do everything on it’s own with no app add-ons

things i didn’t like (under cut):

[pt: things i didn’t like (under cut) /end pt]

the voice

honestly the voice gave me such a headache. i can’t quite put my finger on it, but the pitch combined with the quality of the voice just made it super hard to listen to. i know this is a personal thing, but it really made me enjoy this Furby a lot less than i could have. here’s a video of my 2023 Furby, if you haven’t heard one:

lack of animation/life

while the mechanics were pretty well done, i think that there was a severe lack of depth or life in how the 2023 Furby moves and looks. i won’t talk about the beak since everyone already has, but the lack of a moving beak is one of the many contributors to the overall lack of animation. with how many times Furby has been rebooted, i personally think that the (artificial) life of Furby has been deprived more and more

stereotypically gendered marketing

while i don’t like gender stereotypes, it’s very clear that Hasbro had a target audience for this new Furby. with both the language and design of the 2023 Furby, it is less enjoyable and socially acceptable for young boys to have. while i wish this weren’t the case, this kind of rigid and targeted marketing is unfortunately something that needs to be considered

repetitive and very little evolution

while each of the other generations had something that varied their interactions, i felt that this one had a lot less of that. with the 1998's learning of english, the 2005's range of emotions, the 2012's different personalities, and the 2016's different personalities and reactions to things, i felt like there was something missing in the 2023 Furby. The actions felt repetitive, and the occasional song addition wasn't enough to keep me really interested. the repetition started to get on my nerves a bit and i ended up turning my Furby off

thank you for reading, and remember this is just my personal opinion. please don't let this post dictate or change how you feel about the newest Furby!

[pt: thank you for reading, and remember this is just my personal opinion. please don't let this post dictate or change how you feel about the newest Furby! /end pt]

[sainztander]

In one of his latest interviews Carlos said that he and Charles could definitely be friends after they stop being teammates, then said that they’re already friends and finally that there is distance between them — and I don’t know what he exactly meant by this, maybe that they get along but still keep each other at a distance because of the whole being rivals thing — so my question is Carlos, what’s the truth? Are you fellas friends or not? And also why do you feel the need to keep some distance if you guys aren’t actually friends?

I don't find it that strange tbh, it's something that a lot of close teammates have said too. Some months ago Carlos talked about how his relationship with Lando has been a lot better since they're not teammates anymore and now they can speak about more personal things; I also remember Daniel saying something similar about Max, when he left Redbull. Both teammates duos that you'd surely define as friends, but actually admitted to becoming closer only when working in different teams.

It's pretty clear that Carlos and Charles get along very well. They share the same goal, the same attitude, the same passion and love for their team, they're both hard-working and humble and respectful for their rivals. They're also young and friendly, share the same interests, work-ethics and have fun together.

I think that being teammates always kinda freezes any real possibility of being fully open with each other tho - which is the distinction they make, I think. They like each other, they work incredibly well together - as we've seen it's not a given between teammates - they share notes, give advices to each other, meet up as soon as they're out of the car to talk, etc. But even putting aside the kind of competition they're put in, I don't think it would be that easy for Carlos to share everything he had on his mind lately (esp thinking about how all the hate he got (from some specific people) may have affected him) with Charles, who in turn thought about the championship and his anxiety for his future. This without counting the incredible pressure the entire team had this entire season, and whatever tensions were in play behind closed doors.

But you know what? With the year they had, the fact that things between them are still so smooth, they still look and sound so fond of each other, being ready to give up podium positions, to celebrate the other's good results, to hang out together, etc etc, says A LOT about their relationship, and the real admiration and affection they feel. It is very very very sweet <3

[ryuzakemo128]

Stranger Things Incorrect Quotes Part Eight

Part one / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven

Dividers Used: Link

Masterlist

Eddie, talking about Steve: Is this a friend of yours, Marianna? Marianna: Kind of? Not really. He's in my life and there's nothing I can do about it.

Steve: Hello all, it is I, your favorite person. Marianna: Actually, Eddie is my favorite. Steve: Okay then, it is I, that bitch.

Eddie: *yawns* Marianna: Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring. Eddie: Then you must be exhausted. Steve: Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely.

Steve: We’re playing Scrabble. It’s a nightmare. Eddie: Scrabble? Scrabble’s great. Steve: Not when you’re playing with Marianna, it’s not. She puts words like “ephemeral” and I put “dog.”

Marianna: The first time I ever got upset in front of Steve, he put his arms around me. It was so awkward that I had to ask them if he were hugging me or reaching for something on the shelf behind me. Steve: I was doing both, for your information. Eddie: The first time Steve hugged me, it was such a disaster we didn’t make eye contact for, like, a week after.

Eddie: So Marianna sneezed earlier today and I accidentally said 'shut the fuck up' instead of 'bless you'. Steve: How do you accidentally say 'shut the fuck up'?

Marianna: So... This is my full potential? Eddie: Yes. Marianna: So, then it's... Eddie: All downhill from here. Marianna: Like Steve. Eddie: I do not know what this Steve is. But it sounds disappointing.

Steve: The clock is ticking! We don't have time for this asinine tomfoolery! Marianna: This unmitigated poppycock? Eddie: Extravagant hogwash! Steve: Okay, stop.

Eddie: What happened to Steve? Marianna: He died. Eddie: He what? Marianna: He died, but he's okay. Eddie: …Can you please clarify? Steve: Clarification is for the weak.

Eddie, looking through his clothes: Has anyone seen my top? Steve: Marianna's in the kitchen.

Eddie: A party is a celebration of a life, bringing people together to let the guest of honor know how much she is loved. Marianna has done so much for us. This is our chance to do something for her. Steve: By forcing her to have fun at a party that she doesn’t want to be at? Eddie: I knew you’d understand.

Marianna: Enough! How dare you mock me in such a manner!? Eddie: Well. How would you like me to mock you? I take requests.

Eddie: I wasn’t that drunk. Marianna: You colored my face with a highlighter because you said I was important. Eddie: BECAUSE YOU ARE!

Marianna: Stop failing. Eddie: Don’t tell me what to do! I'll fail right now! Eddie: *Succeeds* Eddie: Dang it!

Eddie: Seriously, Marianna, how many people would you have killed if we’d asked you to? Marianna: That’s not important Eddie: I DISAGREE.

Eddie: *sees someone doing something stupid* Eddie: What an idiot. Eddie: *realizes it's Marianna* Eddie: Wait, that's MY idiot!

Eddie, texting Marianna: Roses are red, Tony Hawk is a skater… Marianna′s phone, auto-replying: I’m driving right now–I’ll get back to you later. *Later* Marianna, texting back: Fuck you.

Marianna: How long do you think it'll take? Eddie: I don’t know, three or four. Marianna: Three or four what? Days? Weeks? Months? Eddie: Yeah, maybe five. Marianna: Five what?!

Marianna: Oh man I think I just ran out of pain Marianna: Paint* Marianna: I still have plenty of pain

Marianna: Going somewhere, Eddie Eddie: Just taking a stroll

Steve: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room. Eddie: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you. *Marianna walks in* Eddie: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

Steve: Marianna, I know you love Eddie. I mean, we all do, they’re a very nice person and I respect them immensely. Steve: But I think they might be a fucking idiot.

Steve: Well, has Eddie been wrong before? Marianna: How wide are we willing to open this up?

Marianna, slamming pots and pans together to the rhythm of "Give it to me, I'm worth it": I didn't get no sleep cause a' y'all! Y'all never gonna sleep cause a' me!

Young Marianna: Did you just call me a shrimp, you asshole?! I'm still growing, dammit!

Young Marianna: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

[merryfortune]

I can see a future with Y (But I don’t want that future to ignore the past that I have with S)

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains

Ship: Saviorshipping | Ryoken/Spectre/Yusaku

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,649

Tags: Post-Canon, Crack, Internet Memes, Social Media, Getting Together, Pre-Relationship, Love Confessions

   Ryoken stared down the computer screen with trepidation as his wrists rested on the flats either side of his trackpad. The cursor was inside a blindingly white box just blinking. Usually, it was the endless reels of text that made him nervous when he was looking at a computer screen but right now it was a blank text box. He took a breath.

   He supposed that he could turn to any of the Lieutenants for relationship advice but honestly, Ryoken rathered this as a solution. It was anonymous. It could be deleted and scrubbed later. So, he made his post to a relationship advice forum.

    Dear all, I am not a regular user of social media and am loathe to do this but I don’t know where else to go. I am stuck in the middle of a love triangle and don’t know what to do. I don’t want either person vying for me to get hurt (they’ve been through enough as is).

    My name is not important but for convenience’s sake, I will refer to the two individuals as S and Y.

    For context, S and Y hate each other. I think, I’m not actually sure but they’re both my childhood friends just from different years of my life. Y and I only knew each other briefly as children before my Father’s work got very traumatizing for him and later got sick and we lost contact with each other but our meeting really left an impression on him. I have a quirk of counting things through to three and he’s still uses that to get by, too. 

   So, he spent years of his life searching for me again and tada. He did. And despite some issues, we’ve managed to resolve them and are now quite close. His pursuit of me, even when I tried to shut him out because he had done some things that had complicated my relationship with my Father, who for all his flaws, I do still love (though note: he has passed away by now).

    Meanwhile, I met S a few months after Y and I left each other’s lives. Due to S’s home life (or lack thereof it), it was arranged that he would be allowed to stay with us and became a ward of one of my uncle’s (or at least that’s the simplest way to put it, basically he’s an orphan, you know how it goes). S has been my best friend ever since and I really mean a lot to him so it's no wonder that he’s had a crush on me for a long time and I feel like an idiot that I never noticed.

    Anyway, S and Y meet under some…. Less than ideal circumstances. There’s a huge fight and the only thing they really learn from is that they both really like me and that both took very different lessons away from some stuff that had happened to them as kids. They have very different outlooks on life but since I know them both well, I think it's also because they are too similar - though as much as they both like me, I think they would kill me for saying that.

This was a year ago now and things have changed. But that’s why I have no idea if S and Y like each other though I think it's best to assume that they probably would hate each other. S is kind of weird and I can see why Y wouldn’t want to talk to him ever again after that fight anyway. Any time we’ve all sort of met up as a group with a couple of other people, they seem to make it a point not to interact. 

However… Another reason that I’m unsure of how they feel about one another is that they have learned to work together for certain things. I don’t know how to phrase it but I do think, on some level, S respects Y and possibly vice-versa. Y is very skilled at something that we all enjoy and S, too, but his skills evolved after studying Y’s techniques and the like. Y, meanwhile, must respect S on some level, too, I would assume if only for… Ah, that doesn’t matter, let’s not introduce other… people in our orbit this late into my post.

But that kind of brings us to where we are now. I’m in… All three of us, actually, are in a way better spot mentally, physically, emotionally, you name it than we were a year ago. Which is why S finally made his move, I guess. He’d been waiting for that mirage of when things were finally quiet and settled down so he asked me out.

He asked me out exactly three hours after Y had asked me out, actually.

Yes, this both happened on the same day.

S doesn’t really like greasy foods and prefers sit-down restaurants so he didn’t come with me, Y works at a food truck so I went by to chat with Y, just to see how things were going, get a hotdog but he decided now was the time to bring up how he felt about me. Again. We’d had similar confrontations about our relationship in the past but they seemed concerned for me and my circumstances than a declaration of “I like you and want to go out with you” but lo and behold. That was the finisher on his “I have three things to say to you” spiel.

And now I don’t know what to do. I really like them both and don’t want either of their feelings to get hurt. 

The fact that they don’t seem to like each other complicates things for me since if I pick Y, S is still going to be my best friend and still live with me but would probably be very hurt to be excluded and not have his feelings requited how he wants. I honestly think that would break him. 

I mentioned before that he was an orphan and he still has a lot of abandonment trauma surrounding that. I’ve been the one true constant in his life and I appreciate his company and quirks like none other. He had a health scare a while back and I was beside myself with the worry that he’d never wake up again; I feel like I ask so much from him and he never complains. I can’t imagine my life without him and I mentioned before, some tension regarding my Father and though he has passed on, I still value his input in my decisions so knowing that Father liked S and S respected him. That means a lot to me.

But if I pick S, that would also break Y, I think. Y went through a lot as a child which was why that quirk became a huge coping mechanism for him. Even when I tried pushing him away because yeah, my circumstances weren’t great regarding my Father and similar, he still pursued me. He still tried to pull me out of depths that I don’t think S even realised that I was in. He pushes me to do better and to trust beyond what I am capable trusting of. 

I can see a future with Y.

But I don’t want that future to ignore the past that I have with S…

    Anyways. I could really use some help figuring things out. I’m currently hiding in my room from S and am glad that Y is at work still because I’m really freaking out. I told them both to wait and I think S could wait for years but I don’t think Y can. Any and all advice will be appreciated. I’m going to take a nap and come back when I can.

   Ryoken closed the laptop and did exactly as he said he would in his post. He plonked himself in bed, wrapped up under the covers, and slept awfully. The words of what he had typed out swirled. So did both Yusaku and Spectre’s confessions unto him. So, the sleep he had wasn’t really a nap, more like a black out.

   It was a weird hour of the morning when he woke up. Two or three A.M but Ryoken, feeling sick to the stomach, only thought of one thing: had there been any responses to his post?

   There had been. In fact, skimming the comments, Ryoken could see a pattern of three.

    First, there were a few questions about why he couldn’t go to his “uncle” for advice. Well, that’s an easy one, because Ryoken would rather die than go Aso or Genome for advice, especially romantic advice which pit their beloved Spectre against their former enemy Playmaker. He wasn’t going to get 

   Second, there were a few responses sceptical of the situation, pointing out how much context and information had been clearly omitted. Another easy one that Ryoken to answer because he didn’t want to be arrested for cyber terrorism. 

   And third, some very kind people suggesting that Ryoken had them all sit down, as a trio, and work through the conundrum together with their ideal outcome being… polyamory? That Ryoken simply dated them both and they could be metamours to whatever extent they preferred, especially if Ryoken was correct in them not being on good terms with each other. 

   Ryoken’s hands shook as he went up and down the scroll bar, rereading comments he liked and ignoring the ones he didn’t. His heart trembled in his chest. He supposed that it was obvious that simply talking things through would be the best solution but the other half of those suggestions hadn’t even dawned on him. He did like them both. He loved them both, even. 

   So, Ryoken resolved. Even though it terrified him, he was going to conduct a three way heart-to-heart and hope for the best.

[novvakffs]

{ ic; Florence Pugh. 25. cis-female. she/her. } yo! have you heard about [ DOMINIKA “DOM” NOWAK ]? i couldn’t help but notice them blasting [ COLLARD GREENS BY SCHOOLBOY Q ] when they pulled up.  i saw them moving into [ GASOLINE ROW ] which makes sense because they remind me of [ CYRILLIC INKED ON SKIN, PERFECT BRAIDS THAT COME HOME RUINED WITH MUD AND TWIGS, ENTIRE CONVERSATIONS HELD IN A STARE ]. word on the street is that they’re [ HARSH & RUTHLESS ] but i also heard they can be [ PROTECTIVE & KIND ]. i could be wrong but something tells me that they work over at [ DUKE’S CHOP SHOP ] but i guess we’ll find out soon enough. { ooc; hannah/ she/her / 22 / est. }

heyyy! My name's hannah and this little gremlin is dominika and whatever is following under the cut is my mish mash of everything about Dom in a purely chaotic way. An actual biography is to follow but when?? we'll never know.

Basics

full name: Dominika Marta Zofia Nowak

nicknames: Dom

age: 25

pronouns:

sexuality:

sun sign: Aries

occupation: Mechanic

workplace: Duke's Chop Shop

residence: Gasoline Row

History

Dominika is the youngest of five siblings all having been born in Warsaw Poland. Yet by the time she was 13, her family moved into a small house in the outskirts of the Urbz her father worked for a small delivery company while her mother took care of the children and their grandmother.

yet just having one form of income became too little as her babcia immigrated a year later, forcing her mother to take up a job leaving all six children in the care of their grandmother, she hardly spoke English and had completely disconnected herself from her new home.

Grandma Nowak would dot on little Dominika brushing her hair and speaking over and over about how she would shine back in Poland, yet all Dominika wanted was to join her brothers playing and yelling almost all hours of the day.

Her father changed jobs when Dominika was 15, joining Duke's chop shop, after only a couple months he was able to move the family into a larger house on Gasoline Row it was a little bit more run-down than the family was used to but all of the children were put to work fixing it up and their grandmother was fairly uncomfortable with the idea of her little and only granddaughter doing any ' hard labor' as she called it.

Grandmother Nowak died a couple weeks shy of Dominika's 17th birthday, it had hit the entire family hard, and as much as Dominika hated the way her grandmother had set her to be a pretty little lady, not having her made her break. Very quickly she started stealing her brother's clothes and accompanying her father to work, some days she would stay so late her father would find her asleep in the back seat of an old lowrider and would have to carry her into the car. Trying so hard not to hit old potholes as not to wake his sleeping daughter.

Even as she grew up and moved into a small apartment just a couple blocks away from her home she continued working at Duke's it didn't take very long for her to get a paid position starting under her own father to having her own assistants in the shop.

she started drag racing at fourteen and slowly moves up the ladder, she's the head mechanic for one of the best racers in urbzville

Personality

Dominika can be a pretty harsh person, most times she doesn't see the need to sugarcoat things even when doing so would only make people feel better, niceties have always been lost on her, maybe it was because of her family since they never really cared to do it for each other, she saw it as a false platitude only for people who you hardly cared for. She hardly thinks anything through, having been under the watchful eye of her grandmother most times she hardly ever made decisions for herself, so once she was technically on her own, she did anything and everything that came to mind and she still does. Though in the end, she has never once purposely hurt someone for any other reason than retaliation. Her home had always been one about respect, if you were not respectful it was a baddddd idea.

Random Facts

She can cook like a god and just randomly gives people food when she really likes them

fluent in Polish, English, and Czech shout out grannie Nowak

has a senior dog that she just found on the street and decided to take home after a shift named pope

has a very prominent accent as her family hardly spoke English at home

her last name is pronounced no -vac

Still knows some of her grandmother's old lullabies and sings them to herself while tinkering away at work

attended ballet classes in Poland and continued to once in America,even with all of the criminal aspects of her life she still volunteers at a community center teaching tiny shits

can fight, has fought, and will fight

she rolls her own cigarettes like her eldest brother

has a silver cross on 24/7

hates plums

loves spicy food

has a shit ton of tattoos many are inspired by her family and home some are just dumb shit she got while drunk

sometimes doesn't understand the lingo tbh

really likes the chili dogs at sal's she buys at least one a day

still helps take care of her youngest brother as their parents are still constantly working, when they work late she brings both Leon and Jetzy dinner cause she doesn't trust Jetzy's cooking or memory to make it on time

Leon set up her aol account and she ngl doesn't know why she has that icon she kinda wishes she didn't have one. doesn't know how to change it

never writes in English unless she has to

is a criminal, just like her eldest brother

if you read this far like it so we can plot bb

[valfeathers]

dr:t pride headcanons, written edition

so i’ve recently received some asks about whether or not i headcanon any of the characters from dr:togami as lgbtq+ or not and, as a very queer person, you know i do! 

since i’ve been struggling to put out art recently, i figured that i’d take the time to write down my pride headcanons in honour of pride month! i want to apologise for not being in the proper headspace to post even though i promised i would, i hope this gets my thoughts across in some form!

(if i neglect to mention anyone just assume that they’re either straight or unlabeled!)

and if i word this post firmly, please remember that these are my opinions and you’re well within your right to disagree so long as you’re respectful. 

spoilers? maybe. gay people below the cut!

so let’s start it off with our volume 1 cast!-

byakuya: gay & gender-fluid. now, i feel very strongly that during the events of the novels he was still far far into that closet, but believe me it’s there. remember when he had to dress up as that nun? and how he was vibing in that convent, a place that celeste mentions doesn’t allow men? he was very trans in that chapter. and let’s not even mention polaris p. polanski. this kid is so transgender it makes my eyes hurt.  

shinobu: lesbian. she’s a lesbian. this is partly due to projection and partly due to the way that she describes female characters, but i’m not gonna tether my opinions to canon so i’ll leave it at that. i feel like she’s actually a little bit of a hopeless romantic. 

satomi aoba: lesbian. i promise they’re not all lesbians, it’s just that i’m a lesbian and i love satomi. but also it’s the way that she interacts with the mole in volume 1, as if she’s moved past having patience for men. and that’s very lesbian of her. 

hiroyuki: pansexual trans man. now these are purely headcanon, but i characterise hiroyuki as not giving a damn about gender in the slightest. if he likes you, he likes you. and i don’t remember when exactly i decided to make him a trans man but i get the feeling that it’s because he’s a twin. i get that they aren’t identical but i saw the opportunity and took it, what can i say. like shinobu, i’d like to think he craves love and romance but he tends to mask his emotions with humour so you’d have to be able to read him to know that. good lad, in all. 

yuika: pansexual. they’re twins! they match! kidding, there’s more to it. now, at some point i decided that yuika would also go for personality other than gender, since she values someone who unflinchingly cares about her, especially since her fleshed out backstory in my rewrite reveals that her peers didn’t exactly treat her well. but that’s for another time.

taeko: lesbian. last one, i swear! i’d argue that taeko & yuika are slightly girlfriend-coded in the novels, but that’s beside the point. the second i read taeko’s dialogue and scenes i got hit with a strong femme-lesbian vibe. she really values femininity, she kicks ass and she’s the hyper to yuika’s calm

andou (A54) naoki: bisexual. honorable mention! he plays a bigger role in my ver. which is why he’s here. i can’t exactly put this one into words without explaining his entire character and, my god, i want this post to be brief. so just trust me on this one. once i actually post about him hopefully you’ll get it. 

and now for the dead siblings!- 

now, i’m aware of just how strict this family is, but as you all know (hopefully) you’re gay regardless of your situation, and like, mathematically there’s no way that every single one of them is straight.

ichirou: bisexual. again, this one mostly fits my characterisation of him, which i’ll elaborate on later! for now all i’ll say is that he’d be kind of nonchalant about it? like ‘oh you know, uneventful work day, saved a life, repaired an artery, kissed a man, et cetera.’ and he’s not stupid, at all, nor is he uncaring, it’s just that it’s such a natural part of him that he doesn’t question it at all. 

saburou: asexual. this only relates to my interpretation of him, which is very different from canon! he’s the type of kid to make the most out of left field, egregious sex joke imaginable only to be the most asexual person you ever did meet. 

takaya: aroace. now, if he had gotten to live longer and work his shit out he’d realise that is the definition of aroace. he, for his whole life, simply had no interest. a common experience for aromantic people (coming from an aro person!) is the classic ‘pick someone to have a crush on’ experience but in all honesty, i dont think he even did that. he simply didn’t care in the slightest and wasn’t afraid to let people know it. 

[ginjointsintheworld]

“After breaking up with Leyla and allowing her to stay in the apartment in the finale, Lauren relies on her friends for a place to stay and it doesn’t go as well as she hoped….Leyren fans should be prepared, there is a big shocker at the end of the episode that even I didn’t see coming.”

Okay the negative bitch in me says Leyla ends up moving back home to Pakistan or being married? Idk but with how much they love to spring surprises on the audience instead of building on current stories(also by how generally bitter the review is lmao)I’m guessing it’s something insane. Moving back would be heartbreaking but at least give us closure while a husband would just. Destroy any hope I have of the writers being sane and actually caring about Leyla/Leyren. Plus it’ll make Leyla haters act even weirder about Leyla than they already are. I know hardcore Leyren fans see some kind of plan but their storyline last season left a sour taste in a lot of peoples mouths(mine included but I personally felt like everyone was written OOC so I don’t even blame the characters like it’s just terrible,terrible,terrible writing. I mean giving Lauren money in a paper bag? What the actual fuck lmao. But yeah let’s say things go the hopeful route. Maybe Leyla asks Lauren to try again? Idk how that would be surprising unless they’re in a really bad place the entire episode though. Also, it’s been a year and a half(Luna was 3, she’s 5 now)and Lauren hasn’t found a place yet? Yeah NYC is expensive but Lauren the millionaire hasn’t found a place and has to room with a friend? Yeah ok😂the writers might as well just be honest with us rn and admit Bloomnolds is on the horizon LOL!!

anon 2: Leyla seeing someone else right now is terrible. Literally terrible I mean even if they get back together in last couple of episodes it will feel so cheap. Yeah she’s allowed to date whoever she wants but damn them together in Lauren’s apartment hurts. And knowing Lauren is still so in love with her? Since when would she do that! I guess this is the opener for Lauren to stay with her sister but they couldn’t think of anything else? anon 3: Lololol what a shame about Leyren. They could've left it open ended at 4×22. 🤷🏻‍♀️ anon 4: I’m so very disappointed in how Leyren ended up. I didn’t have a ton of hope after the bribe but I thought there had to be a method to the madness instead there was just more madness. I don’t get it, why put them through all that for such a useless ending? The bribe was one thing but the other issues they kept dumping on them was insane. Not to mention trashing Leyla in the end which makes me so sad. They could’ve let her go and had her be the one that got anyway but they decided to do this instead and I don’t get it.

let me just say, i emphatically agree with all of you about how disappointing it was that they wrote leyla out that way. i don't think the time between s4 and s5 was a long as 1.5 years, likely a couple of months. but agreed, leyla is allowed to date whoever she wants but did she have to bring the woman back to the apartment that belongs to her ex-gf who she knows is still in love with her 😭 doesn't this lady have her own place y'all can go to 😭 leaving that moment as the last time we physically see leyla too??? the next tidbit we get is that her visa cleared and she moved out and also transferred residency to a different hospital in NYC. it felt so sweeping things under the rug and move along for a relationship between two characters that spanned almost half the lifetime of the show. at least floyd and evie got a proper, even if melancholy, goodbye. i agree that if this was going to be the way they played it out, should've just left things at 4x22 and start 5x01 with leyla written out offscreen. the writers really did their best to leave us with a bitter taste in our mouths as a last impression of her character smh.

also how am i suppose to believe that leyla shinwari, who was always so conscious to be careful and respectful of lauren's apartment, the space that leyla once was part of the beginning of building a life there together, is now fine and dandy bringing over a new woman to the place that she knows she's staying as a guest??? i could've lived with this if they had kept her character around and actually let them slowly repair the foundation of their relationship through working together in the ED. but alas. then to throw salt in the wound, that interview from schulner after the episode that was just like 'yeah nvm the bribe irrevocably fucked them up.' like fuck off dog then what was the point of us going through the back half of s4 and the shitty mess that spiraled from that 😭???? you know what, maybe it's actually a small blessing that the writers didn't approach leyren getting back together in the finale episodes of the series. god knows how they would've fucked that up. i just hate that they fucked up canon so much that the fanfic writers lost all motivation to even do a fix it 😔✊