#throughout the entire freakin' world

[cranberrv]

fic with dally teaching the reader how to drive?

never let me go

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ in which you and dallas go for a drive

( not proofread , swearing, lowercase intended )

when you were with dallas, you felt free. he was so reckless, so hardcore, and completely bananas. you loved to tag along on his stupid adventures, and now, your new outing is to check on ponyboy and johnny at the church that they’re hiding out in.

“you know how to drive, doll?” he asks you after picking you up, tossing you the keys. “buck won’t let me drive this beauty, but he trusts you.”

you laugh. “well he’s stupid to trust me, because i can’t drive.”

“you’re kiddin’,” he can’t hold his dumb smirk back. the endearing smirk that he gives you whenever he’s about to do something you won’t like. “c’mon, try it then, sweetie.”

“no way, dal,” you shake your head, but he’s already taken your spot in the passengers seat. “i’ll kill you, i’ll crash the car or something, i dunno-“

“i trust ya, stop freakin’ out,” he interuppts, dismissive of your worries. “i’ll teach ya how to work everythin’.”

you debate, but nod and sit in the drivers seat. gosh, it really was more intimidating up there.

“it’s pretty simple, hun,” he starts out. “pedal to your left is your clutch, it’ll make the car drive, pedal in your middle is your break, and pedal to your right is gas. you’d be stupid to not figure it out.” he looks back at you after showing you the pedals, and see’s your expression. “no, no, no, don’t give me that look. you’ll be fine. i’ll hold the wheel for ya.”

he directs you further, and eventually, you get the car going. his left hand is on yours, holding the wheel from the passengers side, helping you keep the car steady.

dallas puts in an elvis cd, and the music echoes throughout tulsa. “finally don’t gotta listen to your shit music,” he teases.

you smile and roll your eyes. “oh shut it, dal, i know you secretly like lesley gore.”

“‘sunshine and lollipops’ is the worst song i’ve ever heard. i’d rather you crash the car than to listen to that fuckin’ mess.”

“you’re mean,” you tease back, and he laughs.

“alright, that’s it, i’m lettin’ go of the wheel. i’m letting you kill us.”

“no, no, no,” you insist. “don’t let go.”

“my arm is cramping, doll,”

“don’t care. never let me go.”

he smiles, and holds your hand a little tighter. the summer breeze is coating the entire convertible in its warmth, your hair is waving in the wind, and dallas is just watching you drive, the focus in your eyes unmatched.

you reach a red light, and finally get a short break to relax. you turn to dallas. “i dunno how you drive everywhere, dal, this is stressful.”

“baby, you’re doin’ just fine.” he assures. “haven’t even run over anything yet, that’s somethin’, huh?”

“i don’t wanna kill us, dal.”

he laughs at that. “i’d hope so.” he takes a drag of his cigarette, then looks around at everything. you’re out of tulsa, out of the city. “i ain’t never been to the country before.”

“really? it’s nice, huh? all the trees and fields and stuff.”

“it looks fuckin’ boring. nothin’ to do around here, does everyone just play checkers or somethin’?”

“you’re such a downer,” you joke. you look up, and realize the light has just turned green. “oh- dal, which one is the clutch, again?”

“you’re a dumbass.” is all he says.

“dal!” you insist, and he puts his hand up in fake surrender. “i mean it, i’m keeping these cars waiting.”

“it’s your far left, doll.” he finally tells you, and you thank him, and then start driving.

you continue driving to meet the boys, and the country scenery is engulfing the both of you. fields on farmland, apple orchards, small, sweet towns, everything was so wholesome and welcoming.

you feel free, like the world is just yours and dally’s. you were born to live this moment, to drive through the countryside in your red convertible, the sun hitting your faces so perfectly that it feels like a coming-of-age movie. you feel golden.

[onceuponalegendbg-rwby]

If I had the ability to put as much relief and love into one word the way Arryn Zech seems to I could rule the freakin world.

Like, the way she says Yang’s name - I feel that throughout my entire being.

How?! How do you do that with just a one syllable word!?

[megamindsecretlair]

It Started With a Whisper - Chapter 11

Chapter 10 Chapter 12

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Some sentences are intentional AAVE. FLUFF. ANGST. Cursing, mentions of grief, violence against Black men, Soft Sam. Sorry if I missed some!

Summary: A year after dating Sam, things began shifting in your relationship as you two grow on this journey through a superpowered world. You go to the Avenger's party after the opening scene of Age of Ultron and later on a date with Sam where he shares devastating news.

Word Count: 4,491k

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You were freaking the fuck out on the elevator. You were in Iron Man’s house. Technically, not yet as you were still in the elevator on your way up. But still. You were in a place only a few were privy to. 

Sam stood next you, looking as dashing as ever in a red shirt and black jacket, keeping it casual. You decided to do the same, wearing a simple blue dress and flats. You were not going to fall on your ass in front of these people. At least not from heels.

The doors slid open and a wall of noise greeted you. You tried your best not to bug your eyes out looking at everything. It was so opulent, shiny, and new. The space was huge, obvious since Iron Man had the entire top floor to himself. But still, this place could fit five of yours and it still would be big. 

Sam placed your hand in the crook of his elbow, took a deep breath with you, and joined the party. He smiled and nodded at people, seeming to open up further inward. You pinched him every few moments every time you saw an Avenger. A freakin’ Avenger!

Hawkeye stood off to the side talking to a few people. Iron Man was dressed in a dark suit as he schmoozed with people around him. There were a few veterans down by the pool table laughing it up. 

“Sam! You made it!” You both turned to the right to see Steve making his way through the crowd. He wore a blue shirt and a brown jacket and you couldn’t help eyeing the similarities in their style.

No wonder they got along so well. They were both old men stuck in the body of thirty year olds. You couldn’t help but smirk as Steve and Sam greeted each other.

“Gorgeous as always,” Steve said, nodding to you. 

Your cheeks heated and you giggled. Sam looked at you like you were crazy. Could he blame you? You were on a first name basis with a superhero. Your life was officially nuts.

“Thank you,” you said.

“Enjoy the party. Try to at least,” Steve said. He smiled and moved away but you got the sense that he was unsettled. 

Throughout the party, Sam stuck to your side like glue. He introduced you around to the few people he did know. You saw Natasha speaking to a Black lanky man in a suit. Natasha turned her head to you and you waved.

Natasha excused herself and floated over to you. Her red hair was stark against her white dress and she looked dropped dead gorgeous. You told her as much and she waved you off. “I love to dress up when it’s on my terms,” she said.

“I’m stealing her, Sam.” Natasha looped her arm through yours and you turned to Sam. He lifted his eyebrows, asking if you were good. You found the one other person you knew here, so you weren’t completely alone. You nodded.

“Go grab a drink and catch up with Steve,” you told him. Though you were here to help celebrate their win against Hydra, you knew that Sam had to talk to Steve about Bucky. After a year of looking, you weren’t sure how much longer your man could continue. He placed so much stress on himself trying to impress Steve, it was worrying you.

“Come on, drink time,” Natasha said. She dragged you towards one of the bars. Yes, one of them. Iron Man had multiple. You grabbed your favorite drink, sipping it and letting it give you some liquid courage.

You and Natasha talked about your interview and how you took to the job. “I just hope I get it. I will strangely miss the front desk,” you said. You didn’t think that those words would ever cross your lips, but it was true. 

You liked working with Ariel and you could hide at the front desk. Running meetings, you were front and center often. And you’d have to defend yourself to a group of people who had been in combat where you hadn’t.

“Hey, outside perspectives are just as important. Everyone could benefit from that,” Natasha said. An Avenger was trying to cheer you up. You really had gone to Loony town. You thanked her and asked about being an Avenger.

“It’s…something,” she said, getting a smile on her face that you couldn’t decipher. “Someone’s got to do it right?” 

“Would you like to do something else?” You asked.

She shrugged her shoulders. “Never had a chance to consider it.” 

You got the hint that there was more but you weren’t going to pry. You sipped your drink and scanned the room. Sam found his way to the pool table, playing with Steve and some veterans. He looked so in his element, you wished you could take a picture. You were not going to be one of those people.

A booming laugh sounded from across the room and you shrieked a bit. “Got a taste for hot Nordic gods?” Natasha asked.

If you could sink down through the floor, you would. “He’s just so…” You didn’t have the words. He was big, charming, and a literal god. Like…who wouldn’t be obsessed with him? 

“Want to meet him?” Natasha asked.

“Absolutely not, I’d die,” you said with a laugh. You may regret it the rest of your coming days. You tried really hard not to let anxiety define you. You refused to end up like your mother, jumping at every single shadow. She had genuine issues but she refused to get any real help for it.

“Come on,” she said. She pulled you by the hand anyway towards that side of the room. You caught Sam’s eye as you did and he followed your path. He grinned and shook his head, noticing exactly where you were going. You mouthed for him to help you and he threw up his hands.

Asshole. You were so going to get him back for that later. Natasha brought you around some veterans by the couches. Thor sat there, telling a really wild story about something called…Frost Giants? You didn’t want to know.

Natasha introduced you as Sam’s girlfriend. Thor threw up his hands like you were long lost buddies. “Sam is a great man,” he said. 

Oh god - god- that accent. You only smiled and bobbed your head. So many things you wanted to say got twisted in your mouth, forming a little ball of nerves that made your tongue stop working. Thor, a god, just smiled at you.

“She will be a counselor soon,” Natasha said.

“I don’t have it yet,” you corrected.

Thor smiled. “Ah, I’m sure you will be a fine…counselor,” he said.

“Thank you,” you said, finally able to speak like you had some sense. “And thank you for…all that you do.”

You wanted to die. You wanted to crawl into a tiny hole and never get out. You sounded so stupid. Natasha was enjoying every second of it. She leaned against a couch as you spoke and Thor clapped his hands together. If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear it sounded like thunder.

“Team effort all around. I’m only glad I could help,” he said.

A veteran came to punch Thor in the shoulder. “Let me tell you a story now, son,” the man said. 

You smiled and waved to Thor as he excused himself and sat down to talk to the veterans. You were sick to your stomach, yet glad that you did get to speak to Thor. He was so gorgeous in his red jacket, long hair pulled behind him. If you weren’t with Sam…you’d be dating some loser. Because Thor already had a human girlfriend who was a friggin’ genius. And there was no way you would even attempt flirting with the man.

Besides, you didn’t want to compete for shower time when wash day came around. 

You joked with Natasha and tried to keep an eye on Sam but he was too far gone in the swing of the party. You decided to relax a little. You were not a little kid with a security blanket. You were capable of relaxing and enjoying the party.

Natasha introduced you to a few more people, someone named Rhodey was the same man she had spoken to earlier. Another man named Bruce. You shook his hand. He was adorable with curls and a nice suit. He looked even more uncomfortable than you did at this party. There was also Maria who was also tall and gorgeous, with a beautiful red dress.

You managed to relax as you humanized these people. Yes, they were larger than life and taking on threats no one even knew about. But they were still people. Or human-like in the case of Thor. They were just people who had power who chose to fight for the human race. It was admirable and made you love these people even more. Not only as a fan but now as a…friend? 

Were you friends with the Avengers? Was that a thing? They knew your name. Surely, that qualifies as friends right? 

A snatch of movement made you look up to see Sam on the top floor, looking out over the crowd. He was in a deep conversation with Steve, sipping on his glass. Probably bourbon of some kind.

He didn’t see you so you were content to look at him, your eyes always drawn to him. He was so damn sweet and kind. This was beyond anything you had imagined for your future. But you couldn’t imagine your life without Sam now.

He was such a huge part of it, you weren’t even scared anymore at the thought. You just wanted to see where else you went and where else you found yourselves. He had been all over the world already, but he said he wanted to explore it again at his leisure with you.

The party was starting to wind down and Sam had come back to your side. You were still talking to Natasha when strong hands circled your waist. His chin came to rest on your shoulder with a deep sigh. 

“I’m sorry I’ve been gone so long,” he said.

“That’s okay. I hogged Natasha all night,” you said.

She smirked and shook her head. “You’re way better company than these boys,” she said. She said good night and left you two alone. 

You turned in your seat at the bar, facing him. He cupped your face and brought you closer for slow, deep kiss.

It took a moment for your eyes to blink open, but when you did, you looked up into his pretty brown eyes. “You are amazing, you know that?” He asked.

“You are,” you said. 

“Home?” He asked.

“Lead the way,” you said.

Sam grabbed your hand and led you from the party. You giggled a bit as you saw an old man being escorted out. He looked like he partied a bit too hard. You ended up yawning on the way down from Avengers Tower, feeling a bit like Cinderella. 

You rested your head on his shoulder as all the adrenaline left your body. You naturally felt so safe and calm with Sam, it was like he shooed all of your fears and worries away. On the way home, you barely kept your eyes open as Sam entertained you with his thoughts on the party.

Somehow, you made it to his place and in one of his T-shirts. You closed your eyes for half a second, and he was climbing in behind you, wrapping his arm around your middle and pulling you into his chest. 

It was exactly where you wanted to be, forever.

One month later…

You giggled on the phone with Ariel while you got ready for dinner with Sam. Even though it was approaching a year and half with him, he still took you on proper dates. He wanted to see you dolled up. 

By now, he’s seen you in your bonnet and still thought you were hot enough to snack on. He’s seen you at your absolute worst, sweating and heaving that time you got food poisoning. And he’d seen you at your absolute best, for your sibling’s graduation and how you clapped and whistled with pride.

Ariel was telling you about Ruby. They had almost been dating as long as you and Sam. “Ya’ll make me so sick,” you said, teasing.

“We make our own selves sick,” Ariel said, full of affection. “I still can’t believe I’m living somebody. Me!” 

“I know. Miss Fuck These Hos,” you said.

“Right! That fuckin’ part there!” She screamed and you laughed. You held up two sets of earrings up to your ear, trying to decide which one went better with your tawny brown dress. You felt like being extra fancy, even going as far as to get a manicure and pedicure. 

Tonight felt no different than any other night, but if he was going to keep asking you on elaborate dates, then you were going to continue getting pretty for no reason. The dress was a tad too short, showing off your thick legs, but Sam would love it. That’s all that mattered.

The doorbell rang and you told Ariel that you would talk to her later. “Tell Sam to have you home by eleven sharp. I don’t know why you think you grown all of a sudden,” Ariel said.

“Bye!” You cackled as you made your way downstairs with your shoes. Your dad was shuffling towards the door. It seemed like he got slower and slower every day now. He got winded walking up the stairs. Still, you begged him to go to the hospital but he was too afraid to leave your mother for anything other than work.

He opened it, greeting Sam and shaking his hand. Sam talked to your dad, his voice already doing wonders on your body. You descended the rest of the stairs and came around the landing. Sam’s face instantly lit up, taking in your outfit.

You twirled a bit for him, walking over to him and hugging him. “I don’t even know what to say. You are so gorgeous,” he said.

You smiled and patted his chest. “You charmer,” you said. “Dad, take your medicine, please? If you don’t, I’m driving you to the hospital.” 

Your dad waved you off. “Son, will you remind this young lady that she is young and should be worrying about herself?” Your dad kissed your temple and shuffled back over to the living room chair. 

“Yes, sir, I will.” Sam laughed and escorted you out the house. 

“I’m worried about him.”

“I know,” Sam said and kissed you on your temple. “He worries about you too.” 

You climbed into the car and soon you were off to some restaurant that Sam picked out. You talked about nothing and everything. You talked all day long and yet when you got in the car with him, you found more and more topics to talk to him about.

You talked about everything. Superheroes, life, the fate of the world, politics, religion. There was no subject off limits between you two. Though you tried hard to stop, there was always something in the back of your mind waiting for the other shoe to drop.

You weren’t expecting Sam to let you down. It was more that you couldn’t trust something that made you this happy. After a lifetime of cleaning up other people’s messes, it was a wonder that you got to keep something for yourself. Sam made you this happy. 

After parking the car and holding your hand right up to the front door of the restaurant, you couldn’t help studying him.

“I got something on my face?” He asked.

You giggled and shook your head. “You just make me really happy, Sam,” you said.

He grinned at you, planting a soft kiss against your cheek. “You’re my happy place,” he whispered against your cheek.

Settled into your seats, the evening passed in a hazy like way. You talked and giggled and made fun of each other’s plates. It was like you were watching a montage of the greatest hits in your relationship. You paid attention to the vibe and atmosphere of the place.

Cozy, intimate. The pasta was good and delicious. You ordered your favorite one and spent the night defending it to Sam. He only chuckled and said he still liked you despite your weird choices.

You were perusing the dessert menu, wondering what you could take home. You always found a second stomach for dessert but tonight you were stuffed.

“I need to tell you something,” Sam said slowly. You looked up at him. He wasn’t really looking at you, playing with his napkin on the table. 

Butterfly wings flapped painfully in your gut. Was he going to…propose? It had only been a year! You took in your surroundings. It would be a pretty nice setup for it. But, it was too soon right? Right? 

“Okay,” you said. Your voice was small, breathy, fear clogging up your vocal chords. You wouldn’t be able to speak had you wanted to. You hadn’t even exchanged I love you’s yet. Did you love him? Could you marry him? Should you be panicking this much?

“It’s about the Avengers,” he said.

You loosed a sigh. Thank God! You didn’t know what you would do if he did propose. Now that he wasn’t, you weren’t that relieved. Did that mean something? Shit, you were turning into your mother.

The last you heard of the Avengers, they had been overseas involved in a huge conflict regarding some kind of sentient robot? The news coverage had been spotty and you weren’t sure you wanted to know. 

Watching the news these days has started to break your heart. There was always something major going on in the world. And with these superheroes becoming more frequent, so did the bad guys. Sort of like a chicken and the egg situation. Did the villains come first or the heroes? Who spurred the other to action first?

The devastating effects of what happened in Sokovia was too much for you to comprehend. An entire country had dropped in on itself, killing thousands. The Avengers had stopped that ordeal, but barely. And with so much loss of life. You shivered.

“I do not envy them that job,” you muttered to Sam. You placed the dessert menu down and gave him your full attention. “What’s up?” 

Sam took a deep breath and finally looked at you. “I have decided to join the Avengers,” he said.

You stared at him, your head cocked to the side, trying to decipher what he just said. You giggled nervously and shook your head. “Sorry, it sounded like you said you joined the Avengers.”

Sam nodded. “Steve asked me to join. With Tony retiring, Barton retiring, Bruce off world, Thor back in Asgard…he needs a new team. I said yes,” Sam said.

You licked your dry lips. A tickle in the back of your throat burned with a repressed cough. You drank some water. Tears pricked your eyes. Your chest thundered with your heartbeat. Beating wildly against your rib cage.

“Please say something,” Sam said.

You scoffed. “You took me to fucking dinner, knowing I can’t blow up like I want to,” you snapped. 

“That’s not why,” Sam said.

“Are you kidding me? Like are you actually joking?” 

“No, I’m not. I have a chance to do good in the world. Way more than I did as a pararescueman. I can help people on a global scale,” he said.

“Fighting aliens and robots and shit? Are you nuts?” Your voice was getting higher, drawing attention from nearby tables.

Heat burrowed through your chest. You felt explosive. As if you could simply burn from the inside out. You stared at Sam, desperately trying to figure out what was running through his mind.

“I know it’s dangerous, but it’s not anything–” 

“So you just make this huge ass decision and say nothing? A year together and I supported you going off to hunt down you-know-who. I supported you working with Steve because it meant that you would come back. We talked about how you didn’t want to join the Avengers, that it wasn’t your thing. And now? What changed?” 

“Steve asked me-”

“Oh, Steve asked you. That makes all the fucking difference,” you said. You couldn’t believe this. Couldn’t believe that he would just…accept it and not say anything. What did it mean for you? Did he expect you to join him? The hell were you going to do at an Avengers compound? Play mammy? 

“Let me finish,” Sam snapped, a sign of his own anger. It was rare to see it. Rarer still that it was directed at you. “Yes, Steve asked me and I wrestled with this decision alone. Before you start, I’m not asking for anything to change between us. I know how you are with your family. I’m not going to ask you to move with me or give up the opportunity to become a counselor,” he said.

“How I am with my family?” 

Sam sighed. “I didn’t mean it like that-” 

“How did you mean it, Sam?” Your voice was deceptively calm. You were so furious, you could toss him through the wall and not give two shits about it. The tears in your eyes turned annoying. You swiped them away from your face. Sam saw the gesture and his mouth turned into a frown.

“I meant that I know you take care of your family and I’m not trying to rip you away from them. The compound is not that far from here. We can take the train to see each other. You always said you wanted to take more train trips.”

“With you! With you by my side. Not on my fucking way to see you,” you said. 

“You have every right to be mad,” he said.

“Don’t shrink me, Sam. This is bullshit. You ambushed me,” you said. You couldn’t even inject any venom in your words. You were just hurt. So fucking hurt, your heart was on fire. He set it ablaze like a wildfire through your veins. 

You knew this was too damn good to be true. Here was the shoe drop. Really, this was your first real fight and it was turning ugly fast. “You didn’t fucking trust me enough to make this decision with me. You just made it. Ever since you went on your little adventure with Steve, you’ve been chasing that high.” 

“What?” Sam asked. “I don’t get high doing this.”

“You like feeling useful. Sticking up for this bullshit ass country that doesn’t give a shit about you!” You didn’t care if you were yelling. You didn’t care that you were making a scene. You didn’t care that you had become one of those cliched Black couples that fought in public and made it everyone else’s problem. 

You were a funny story now in someone else’s life. While your world was crumbling around you, disappearing before your very eyes. Marriage, picket fence, some kids running around. All of it was snatched away with a few simple words from him. 

You were about to ugly cry and you didn’t want him to see it. You stood up from the table and threw your napkin down. “I’m going home.” 

You walked out of the restaurant into the bitter cold of DC. The cool air could not dampen your anger. In fact, it made you rage. Bubble over with it. Consumed by it. It swallowed you whole. You pulled your phone out of your purse with shaky hands. You could call Ariel but you didn’t want rationality right now. You wanted to throw something. Hit someone. Tears fell freely away from prying eyes.

Your temper has always scared you growing up. How your little body would fill up with so much rage. You would punch walls, break things, toss things. When your mom got on your case enough times, you internalized that rage. You listened to music too loudly to hurt your ears, you bit your lip to the point of bleeding, you picked at scabs to leave scars. You didn’t cut yourself, you didn’t want anything too obvious. You didn’t want people to worry about you. You had bombs quaking in your bones whenever you were angry and you wanted to minimize the fallout every time.

You had worked so hard not to be this person. To push your emotions away until you could trot them out in the safety of your room. Dole them out and feel them one at a time so you aren't overwhelmed. 

You hated being ambushed most of all. There was no way to guard against that. No way to prepare and stick your feelings in tiny boxes to be unwrapped later. Away from others.

Fuck him. He knew that. You had no indication that he wanted to join the Avengers. How could he ask you to live with that uncertainty? In the military, he dealt with human villains. Human scum who committed acts of violence on others. That was one thing.

With the Avengers, there was no telling who or what he would go up against. And you were terrified that you’d get a call one day telling you that he didn’t make it home. You couldn’t lose him. Not like that. It hurt too much to think about.

You called for an Uber and waited away from the restaurant. Why couldn’t he be more selfish? Why couldn’t he protect himself? Hadn’t he done enough for this shitty ass country? When was it enough? When would Black men stop shedding blood for this cruel country? 

“Wait!” Sam jogged out of the restaurant. You held up your hands. 

“Not another step, Sam,” you said. You sniffled, the tears making a mess of your makeup. 

“Baby, please,” he said. He was out of breath. Tiny clouds escaped his mouth as he stared at you. “Let’s talk about this.”

“Fuck you! Now you want to talk? When your mind is already made up?” 

“I don’t want to lose you.” 

Your heart cracked. You could feel the jagged crack splitting your heart in two. You wanted to run into his arms and hold on tight. But you also wanted to kick his fucking teeth in.

“I’m not safe to be around like this, Sam.” 

“Let me take you home,” he said. He stepped closer and you stepped away. Your phone dinged with your approaching Uber. 

The small sedan pulled over to the curb. You confirmed the driver details and license plate and climbed in. “Wait!” Sam called after you.

You told the driver to move and you didn’t look back. You let the tears cloud your vision on the way home.

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[prototypelq]

DMC Questions Anon here!

Capcom has called to tell you they've put you in charge of the next DMC game. They left no instructions but one: the game focuses on Dante and Vergil after the events of DMC 5. How will you do the game? What will the plot be? How will you have their relationship progress throughout the game?

Hi, Ember! Your timing is, as always, suspiciously accurate

Just the day you sent this ask I saw a post with this screenshot and saved it to answer later

Funny thing is, my answer to this post is disagreement with this point on a fundamental level.

I have an extremely hard time imagining anything for DMC6, and one of the reasons is story. Capcom did a great thing when they actually acknowledged their series-founding character aging. Dante is not getting younger, physically it's not really a problem for him, but emotionally? This man should have gotten a mental retire like, after dmc4. I mean it. He shouldn't get sucked into another Sparda legacy drama, please no. Same for Vergil, man needs a gramophone, his bro to retire with, a library card and some freakin knitting needles or smth.

DMC1 started with the second lowest low the twins relationship had ever been at, DMC3 showed the divide of their relationship, DMC4 was the ghost of it and DMC5 had been the fallout of 20+ years of not-cooing-with-trauma. 5 ends with a perfect ending the twins were gifted by Hideaki Itsuno (bless the man), there is nowhere meaningful to take them.

(This is where I would have ranted about Mundus and how HE should be the main boss of the series, but he was sealed off and manga says twins could have defeated him even in their twenties and capcom did not freakin retcon that)

Alas, this would have been my answer if you haven't added the mandatory twins rule xD (to be fair, it does sound like a rule executives force on a new game, cause how would they ever let go of idols like Dante&Vergil? the bois sell better than hot cookies)

This is where I go in reverse mode, because I think the post is actually onto something. A new game about twins conquering different regions/levels of Hell and fighting cool Hell Lords the entire time. It would also be a good opportunity for some worldbuilding overhaul I keep ranting about in every single ask!

The only gameplay feature I can imagine for the game, the one that was MUCH requested and so close to properly implemented in 5 should ABSOLUTELY return - proper coop. Not sure if splitscreen would work optimisation-wise, but they should freakin try. RE engine turned out to be surprisingly adaptable and works insanely well in 5.

Character abilities wise - DMC5 is a goddamn masterpiece of slasher, I have absolutely no idea how to make it better. Dante alone requires you to study in Combo University for four years, and Vergil would freakin make you meditate in a cave without food or water for another four.

If the narrative could take a double plotlines structure and Nero would have his own adventures in the human world, it would be nice to give him more attention as well. And an opportunity for some new devil hunter characters (Master Summoner Patty) !

If DMC6 ever happens then Mundus HAS to be the endgame come on, that is (1) plotline DMC has hanging and it would be EPIC to make.

Twins-relationship wise I expect a Lot of banter. It would be awesome to have the second twin be AI piloted around the level with you.

As for bonding? Mixed feelings. Twins will have lots of time to learn to work together again, but I am not sure they can actually heal while in Hell. Hell trip is a constant run from and into violence, demon horders, hunting and being pursued in a maddening never-ending circle untill the twins are able to escape. This is not the best situation for healing, honest conversations, or supportive moments. Plus, the twins entire lives revolve around violence, I can only wish one day they can settle in a calm environment to learn to live without it too.

btw the last two sentences are like, the premise of Raven's @stashoflostsouls newest Take a trip or two awesome fic, definitely check it and her other works out if you liked the previous paragraph

So yeah, I believe the twins will progress a lot during their escapades, but the reforging of their brotherhood can only fully happen outside the violence they are regularly thrown into, and a retirement plot doesn't really sound like a good idea for a slasher game, does it.

as always, the rambles got the best of me.

tldr: Personally, I think the twins' story is done and they should be allowed to happily retire, but if the story continuing to revolve around them is the mandatory rule then my best guess is a cool slasher in Hell. Still, it wouldn't fully mend the twins relationship, even if the game would probably be very satisfying to play

(have you seen the coop mod videos online? those clips are insane)

[sapphic-agent]

The thing that bugs me the most is how izuku never got recognised for his efforts and sacrifices. These should've been revealed when izuku was being denied entry into UA by the civilians. It was the best time to reveal. He tried to save bakuhoe's ass even when he was powerless while AM and other hero's gave up and that he cleaned the entire beach when none of the so called heroes bothered to do. All might along with Mt lady could've told the whole world about this. Heck even some of the civilians living near the beach could've told the other civilians about his deeds. Endeavour, big 3 and Ryukyu could've talked about izuku's heroic deeds with stain and overhaul incident. Rock-lock and pussy cats could've talked about the muscular fight and fight with shigaraki during the war. Even we could've had some of the civilians who were saved by izuku be there in UA to talk about him saving them as well as a hero course student from muscular. These all could've been done to instill hope for the civilians who were banning izuku to rest in UA as well give recognition to izuku. This would've been izuku's true hero rising.

Izuku isn't just someone obsessed with being a hero just because it's cool. He has the same reason as Uraraka for wanting to be a hero when Uraraka talks about herself in chapter 220.(she ain't the only one who has this noble reason even if this came out of nowhere). Izuku trying to defend someone at the age of 4 or 5 from Bakuhoe and his lackeys is proof & that's more than just being an all Might fanboy or being obsessed with heroes overall. Even when he was trying to save Bakuhoe it was because he looked bakuhoe's eyes and saw someone crying for help. It wasn't because it was Bakuhoe. Izuku would've done the same if it was anyone else.

I would've preferred this over Uraraka's so-called 'great speech'. Yeah sure on the surface of it she was pleading to let izuku in but Hori's BS narrative makes it as if she's the only reason civilians are at peace with heroes, when it was Izuku's sacrifices, his vigilante stint were the entire reason for it. Don't believe me? check how Iida comments about Uraraka in the following chapters when he talks to izuku during their training. If he never left UA, Uraraka's words would've been empty. Those words only had any effect because of izuku. It pisses me that Uraraka and even 1A gets praised during the end of the vigilante arc and for her speech when they didn't even do 5% of what izuku did during that arc. The entire arc should've been izuku's rising and becoming the ultimate hero surpassing all might which nezu envisions. It should've been him standing tall and not Uraraka or anyone else on those 2 pages in that chapter 327 or 326 (don't remember which of these 2).

I also saw the later chapters about the so called recognition he got during his second fight with Shigi and imo it was pathetic. It felt empty.

Again I am sorry if it's too biased but I feel more than Uraraka or any other character, izuku deserved 'THE' spotlight considering how he has been treated like shit since chapter 1 and considering how much he has done in the series including the vigilante arc when compared to other characters.

Also I'm sorry if I'm being too harsh on Uraraka. I do like her but the way Hori treats his MC throughout the series and then he freakin gives Uraraka and 1A the recognition when izuku did all the work truly pissed me off.

I definitely agree that Izuku deserves more credit at least for everything he did during Dark Deku. He was on the runs for weeks; almost completely alone/isolated, exhausted, and mentally in shambles. And he was still proactive in not only protecting everyone, but also making people feel safe and comfortable. Like what he did for that woman with the mutant quirk. At the time, he was really the only one somewhat salvaging the relationship between civilians and heroes. And he doesn't get any recognition for it, just berated by Bakugou and 1A. It's unfair.

And I'm not gonna lie, Izuku's change from "this is how I become the #1 hero" to "this is how we become the #1 heroes" annoyed the hell out of me.

See, this is Horikoshi once again leans on "subverting expectations." Izuku can't have anything. I didn't invest in watching/reading this series to see everyone else infringe on what should be Izuku's story. I like (most of) 1A, but they were almost entirely irrelevant to the story before this. Other than Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki, Tsu, Aoyama, and Yaoyorozu, I don't care about any of them past finding them endearing. They were never important to the original overall theme or Izuku's story (except Bakugou, but only as an antagonistic force).

And no, there's nothing inherently wrong with the hero students working towards a better future together. But a) you can't work towards a better future if you don't acknowledge what's wrong with the present (if you asked 1A, no one would even have an idea other than Yaoyorozu, Todoroki, and Aoyama) and b) this had 0 build up. There was nothing to ever indicate that this ever changed into 1A's goal.

I love Uraraka too- I even liked her speech- but Horikoshi made a bigger deal about that than all the work Izuku was doing for weeks. You're absolutely right to call that out

[coco-bean-1218]

Well-Behaved Women Never Make History

Prologue: Part Two: "A State of War"

Chapter Soundtrack

Summary: Claire realizes her future is about to change.

A/N: Hi everyone! Welcome to Prologue: Part Two of Well-Behaved Women Never Make History. Just one more part after this one, and we get to the main story!!!! Just a reminder, Claire and her family are ahead of their time, so her mom is kinda like Polly Shelby, personality-wise if you've ever seen Peaky Blinders. I hope everyone enjoys and please feel free to like, comment, and reblog, but do not repost!

Warnings: Claire's parents being done with the world's shit, swearing, mentions of Nazi Germany, the aftermath of the attack on Pearl Harbor,

Taglist: Please let me know if you'd like to be tagged!

Monday, December 8, 1941

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The following day, newspapers were filled with headlines about Pearl Harbor. The attack had captured the attention of the entire nation, with local, national, and world news sections all dedicating significant coverage to the event. The newspapers were filled with vivid images and descriptions that left readers feeling a mix of shock and sadness.

Pictures on the front pages and throughout the news sections depicted the aftermath of the attack. There were images of casualties, both military and civilian, lying lifeless on the ground. The smoke from the explosions billowed into the sky, casting an eerie pallor over the scene. The papers showed the destruction caused by the attack, with planes and ships lying in ruins after being struck by bombs and torpedoes.

Claire and her parents all sat at the kitchen table, engrossed in the newspaper articles and pictures spread before them. They shook their heads in disbelief, unable to comprehend the sheer horror of what lay before them. Periodically, they would mutter comments under their breaths, expressing their shock and dismay.

It was all too familiar for Claire's parents. They had lived through a similar experience once before, during The Great War. And now, here they were again, 23 years after its end, facing another conflict that seemed to be just as devastating.

"This is...Oh my God..." Mrs. O'Connor finally spoke up.

"Unbelievable," Claire echoed, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Makes you really think about what will happen next, doesn't it?" her father commented, breaking the silence that had fallen over the room.

"Yeah, that's for sure," her mother agreed, "23 years later, and here we are again. Jesus."

It was as if history was repeating itself, but this time, the consequences were even more dire.

"I just hope they take out that damn nutcase in Germany. He's got to go," Mr. O'Connor remarked.

Mrs. O'Connor shook her head, her voice filled with exasperation. "Oh, don't even get me fucking started on that one," she said, her eyes rolling with a mixture of amusement and frustration.

"Happy freakin' Holidays...," Claire uttered.

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In the early part of the afternoon, the O'Connors sat in their family room with the radio on. The room was cozy, with a roaring fireplace and adorned with Christmas decorations. According to the paper, President Roosevelt would address the nation that afternoon.

At precisely 12:30 p.m., the radio crackled with static, followed by President Roosevelt's familiar voice. The O'Connors fell silent, listening intently to his words.

"Yesterday, December 7, 1941, a date which will live in infamy the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan. 

The United States was at peace with that Nation and, at the solicitation of Japan, was still in conversation with its Government and its Emperor looking toward the maintenance of peace in the Pacific. Indeed, one hour after Japanese air squadrons had commenced bombing in the American Island of Oahu, the Japanese Ambassador to the United States and his colleague delivered to our Secretary of State a formal reply to a recent American message. And while this reply stated that it seemed useless to continue the existing diplomatic negotiations, it contained no threat or hint of war or of armedattack. 

It will be recorded that the distance of Hawaii from Japan makes it obvious that the attack was deliberately planned many days or even weeks ago. During the intervening time, the Japanese Government has deliberately sought to deceive the United States by false statements and expressions of hope for continued peace. 

The attack yesterday on the Hawaiian Islands has caused severe damage to American naval and military forces. I regret to tell you that very many American lives have been lost. In addition, American ships have been reported torpedoed on the high seas between San Francisco and Honolulu."

Claire exchanged glances with her older sister. They shared a look that seemed to convey a shared understanding. As they gazed at their parents, the President continued talking, his voice carrying through the room. 

"Yesterday, the Japanese Government also launched an attack against Malaya. Last night, Japanese forces attacked Hong Kong, Guam, the Philippine Islands, and Wake Island. And this morning, the Japanese attacked Midway Island.

Japan has, therefore, undertaken a surprise offensive extending throughout the Pacific area. The facts of yesterday and today speak for themselves. The people of the United States have already formed their opinions and well understand the implications to the very life and safety of our Nation. 

As Commander in Chief of the Army and Navy, I have directed that all measures be taken for our defense. 

But always will our whole Nation remember the character of the onslaught against us. 

No matter how long it may take us to overcome this premeditated invasion, the American people in their righteous might, will win through to absolute victory. 

I believe that I interpret the will of the Congress and of the people when I assert that we will not only defend ourselves to the uttermost but will make it very certain that this form of treachery shall never again endanger us. 

Hostilities exist. There is no blinking at the fact that our people, our territory, and our interests are in grave danger. 

With confidence in our armed forces with the unbounding determination of our people, we will gain the inevitable triumph, so help us, God. 

I ask that the Congress declare that since the unprovoked and dastardly attack by Japan on Sunday, December 7, 1941, a state of war has existed between the United States and the Japanese Empire."

The President's speech concluded with a resounding round of applause that echoed through the room.

As the noise dissipated, Claire found herself in a state of contemplation. There was something nagging at her thoughts. It was as if she knew there was something she needed to do, but she wasn't quite sure what that something was. The President's words resonated with her on a deep level, leaving an indelible mark on her soul. She knew that she had to take those words and do something with them.

In addition to encouraging independence and intellectual growth, the O'Connors also emphasized to their daughters the importance of standing up for themselves and never allowing anyone to walk all over them. They taught them to recognize and challenge any form of mistreatment or injustice. By instilling this sense of self-worth, they hoped that their daughters would become assertive and resilient individuals.

Claire, of course, took emphasis on the assertive part. She knew what she needed to do.

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Finished re-reading Eclipse (yeah, I’m going backward, sue me) and it truly is. Romance book logic at its finest. Some notes:

Antis whining and bitching about Edward’s overprotective behavior for 1/3rds of the book when 1) Bella does call him out on it and 2) Edward ends up apologizing and promising not to be so high-handed would be hilarious if people didn’t take that seriously. Granted, both Bella and Edward cannot stay angry with one another for one goshdarn minute (R&J: *glares, files a lawsuit*) without forgiving each other and making up. The most hilarious instance is Bella making her grizzly bears threat and then snuggling up to Edward when he returns (“I should infuriate you more often” he literally jokes). As for Edward, there is his agreement to miss out on the fight even when he clearly wants to go, but also at the end he was entirely willing to just give Bella the D!!! Without conditions!!! Too bad Bella finally realized it was best to make a proper farewell to her human life, she could have had a real happy time at their meadow.

Also re: “Edward isolates her, classic abusive behavior!!!” anti clown take…high-handed as Edward can be, he does not isolate Bella from her friends or cleave her from human life in general. On the contrary, he practically all but begs her to prolong her human life for a year or two or indefinitely, apply to and go to college, and spend more time with her human friends. He only has a problem with Jacob for obvious reasons re: treaty, romantic jealousy, etc. Hell, he doesn’t even want to her be a vampire. Edward’s chosen path is simply to be with Bella all throughout her human life. That is not the behavior of real-life abusers, btw. For better or worse, Bella’s becoming a vampire is driven chiefly by Bella herself. She decides whether it’s best to spend more time with friends or simply let those friendships go. She decides she wants to retain Jacob as a friend.

Jacob. My opinion is still the same: Fun character, still the worst as a love interest. I had more fun with him now than I did in my salad years (@my extremely salty teen self writing “DIE JACOB” for two whole pages, I know, bby, I get it), but thematically it does make sense. Eclipse is all about Bella realizing what she would give up re: her humanity, making her decision to become a vampire a truly informed one. That includes acknowledging Jacob as a potential love interest, Rosalie’s perspective, Jasper’s knowledge and history on newborn vampires and how truly violent the vampiric world is, seeing an example of a newborn vampire (Bree), and at least 1) human experience Bella does not want to miss out.

Speaking of which, Horny Bella!!! God I love this bitch!!! More seriously, I like the subversion of the virgin girl/bad boy trope by having Bella be the one to push for sex. And of course Bella agrees to marry Edward just so that she could have that sweet, sweet vampire D. I thoroughly approve.

The Edward and Jacob rivalry. 10/10, the best. I was eating mental popcorn throughout. Their stand-off at the school and Mike et al.’s subsequent bet, the male posturing, the tent scene…Edward’s jealousy especially was so entertaining. Edward’s reaction when Bella punched Jacob was sheer (romance novel) perfection. Charlie’s being blithely Team Jacob was the cherry on top of this social comedy sundae. And of course that tent scene was so iconic freakin’ Hunger Games copied it (and really badly. Why the hell did Collins even bother?).

On a related note: Those Wuthering Heights allusions were anvil-sized, but apropos, of course. I liked that Edward was the Heathcliff and saw himself in him, making Jacob the Linton. Fits into my personal theory of the Twilight Saga just being R&J, Jane Eyre, and Wuthering Heights put into a blender.

Bella being the one to piece together the mystery once more. She really gets all the brains for the first 3 books. This time, though, I call bullshit on them not realizing Victoria’s obvious involvement once they realized the intruder and the newborns in Seattle were connected. It was very much obvious. The only real twist was the Volturi coming in.

Rosalie’s backstory was so realistic and is a great commentary on misogyny than it is given credit for. Bella’s reaction was underbaked, though. She does get (1) nightmare over it, but otherwise it’s Tanya’s interest in Edward that really sticks. (Honestly, I’m here for it. Jealous!Bella is second only to Horny!Bella. Again, romance book logic at its finest.) Bella had much more of a empathetic reaction to Leah’s dilemma than Rosalie, interestingly enough, considering Sam/Emily is drawn as an explicit parallel to her and Edward. Perhaps Leah being the Jacob of that particularly triangle did touch her…

Antis clutching their pearls over Jasper was a Confederate soldier…when Jasper mentions it once, expresses zero nostalgia for that period in his life, and doesn’t even explain why he enlisted in the first place. He wasn’t even fighting when he was turned, just evacuating the city. Either way, he wasn’t a soldier for long before he was conscripted into another vampiric war.

Cinderbella strikes again re: Charlie and Renée, both weak ass parental figures. Again, it gives rationale for Bella’s attraction to Edward (more mature, stable, educated) and to Jacob (happy-go-lucky, younger, more reckless, laissez-faire). Both devoted powerful protectors belonging to fantastical worlds. Yeah, that tracks

“I refuse to be affected by territorial disputes between mythical creatures.” 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 This line is so underrated.

In Breaking Dawn, I wondered a bit how Edward could accept Vampire Bella so quickly re: his soul reservations, but Eclipse does provide an answer. Bella is worried Edward would prefer her as a human than a vampire, and Edward literally 🤣🤣🤣🤣. Nice to know this was no retcon and yeah, it tracks

Edward being so damn generous with Bella realizing she is in love with Jacob is really the core essence of Team Edward for me. Jacob would not have been so generous had Bella met Edward after she had Jacob. Edward does love her best. Honestly, I even think she and Edward are more alike than Bella and Jacob. Bella and Jacob clash more often than they agree. Jacob does read her and understand her a lot better, I’ll grant you that.

Book Bella: “But I want you to know something—when it comes to all this enemies nonsense, I’m out. I am neutral country. I am Switzerland.” Movie Bella: “i’MSWITZERLAND!!!1!” God, the movies did Bella so dirty.

[dollarbin]

Shakey Sundays #15:

Before and After

How's your dad doing?  Mine's hanging in there; thanks for asking!  At nearly 83 he walks the dog incessantly, mumbles through his task list, sleeps like a baby in front of Fox News and enjoys taking you down to his garage where he'll point out beloved paraphernalia with declarative statements like, "Whoa!"

Same goes for your (and my) imaginary dad, Neil Young.  At 78, Neil already checks just about all my dad's sweet and curmudgeonly boxes (though I suspect he sleeps through MSNBC instead).  Let's spend this Shakey Sunday on last fall's Before and After, a tossed off token from his summer solo shows.

I saw Young twice on the tour, once in San Diego and once, much more impressively, at the tiny, tucked-out-of-sight, John Ford Theater in LA via tickets my famous brother scored for us via his big deal insider status (or maybe he just went online and bought them; I don't remember jack schmoe about how that part of it all went down).

But I do remember some great beers in the parking lot and just about everything else about that night in LA, most of which, sadly, isn't captured on the Before and After. The record removes every second of crowd noise and ties all the songs into one fictionally seamless take, as if Young finished the whole show in under 35 minutes and no one reacted.

The reality was a little different! Indeed, Young spent much of the show wandering about his cluttered stage with an invisible and forever hot mic, mumbling "whoa" like my dad and pointing at his dizzying number of pianos and guitars. 

Young also peppered his set with shaggy dog stories about the origins of those various instruments: "Stills gave me this one: Whoa," he said, more to himself than to us, as he picked up a six string. Then he just stared at it for awhile, thinking deep, Stills-centered, thoughts. Stephen himself was surely tucked up in his devilish manse, watching Ally McBeal reruns and sucking on a lemon.

Young eventually remembered we were there. "Intense," he resumed, still fixated on the guitar. "Really something. They don't make 'em like this one anymore.  Nope." 

At one point Neil turned his back on us and operated a toy train around his stage.  16 of Neil's hipster minions surely supervised the train's safe transport throughout the tour, a job which required way more care and intelligence than their previous gig, playing alongside Young in a band called Promise of the Real.

Young offered no explanation for the train, nor did he connect it to any song on the set. He was just showing off stuff from his garage.

But fear not, those of you who are eagerly anticipating his upcoming Crazy Horse tour: hanging out with Neil is still a blast.  Even if our dads were some of the world's greatest living performers, I doubt any of them could still get on stage alone at their age and roll out a note perfect rendition of their best known song (Heart of Gold), let alone resurrect a 40 year old track that David Geffen famously rejected and, prior to Before and After, had never been released (If You've Go Love). 

During a set he described as "hidden by the hits", Young was alternatively soulful and tender on tracks like When I Hold you in My Arms and My Heart, rowdy and fuming on 90's rarities Prime of Life and Song X and just plain awesome as he brought back Ohio and the Springfield's Burned.  

Just like with my dad (and, my kids would say, me) it was occasionally tough to tell if Neil was joking.  Several times he took a pause while receiving yet another pre-tuned instrument, each time from an entirely new hipster, to tell us all that his job was "hard". Listen, when I'm his age I'll have to hire my own team of hipsters to tie my shoes, but he's Neil Freakin' Young: he should do amazing feats with ease.

So, was he being ironic with his "hard work" shtick? Beats me.  And when he slapped out a wheezing and frantic version of Mr Soul on his gothic cathedral of a pump organ it was impossible to tell if he was making fun of the song or channeling its depths. Probably he was doing both; that's Neil Young.

Perhaps most impressively, Neil closed out the concert by successfully leading a sing along that did not suck.  50+ years ago Neil simply could not lead audiences in collaborative performances of Sugar Mountain.  No matter how much stoned instruction he offered, he simply could not get everyone to hold the beat.

But there he was last summer, teaching the audience to accompany his vocals on Love Earth, a downright corny song from his barely-there last Crazy Horse record. The song sounds like Neil spent some quality covid time with the dead body dance scene from Clue.  You all know the song and scene I'm talking about, but it's been excised off of the net, except in the look, I filmed my own tv, version below; maybe Neil uploaded this himself while writing Love Earth; the song is so slight that he must have been doing something else at the time.

The song is regrettable as an album track, and Young left it off Before and After. But, somehow, the live result was actually pretty magical.  Everyone was on their feet and into it, especially once Neil told us - without losing the beat - that we all sucked for not singing loud enough.

Here is doing his "what's your favorite planet?" thing at my San Diego show:

Sadly, Before and After fails to convey most of this magic. The songs are there, sure, but the rich novelty of the set is now old news, and the swaying on stage, soulful and bemused cranky grandpa act that happened live before my very eyes won't come through to those not lucky enough to have been there.

My dad can still do some pretty incredible stuff at his age.  Like Neil, he still goes out on the road.  Rather than lighting up the West Coast and reminding us of his largely undiminished greatness, my dad heads down to Belize a few times a year to volunteer in a poor community.  He's been at it for more than 25 years now, and he sure as hell doesn't lead any successful sing-a-longs down there.  But he keeps the beat steady all the same, and the community he serves always eagerly welcomes him. 

One hopes that, unlike Old King, my dad, and yours, and Neil all still have a long way to go.

[soulsilversprings]

Pokeani characters in Club Penguin

Alright, so some basic lore: yes, everyone is a penguin and has a puffle that's the same color as their signature Pokémon (except Max and Bonnie). ENJOY!

Ash (light blue, non-member): Went to the dojo thinking it would be a Pokémon gym. Is disappointed to learn that it's not. Still ends up earning a black belt in card-jitsu anyway.

Brock (orange, member): Runs the puffle shop. Flirts with Aunt Arctic on the regular - no luck yet, but he hasn't given up!

Misty (yellow, member): Either surfing or starting a snowball fight with someone who's just minding their own business. Got banned once for cussing out a kid who said her outfit looked dumb.

Tracey (green, non-member): Accidentally joined a server that only has two other penguins in it. Ends up chilling on the pirate ship by himself, wishing that the world could be more tropical.

Gary (black, member): Works as a spy, but Tsurugi and Asahi's missions are kinda kicking his ass. Hosts the server's biggest igloo parties.

May (red, member): The pizzeria and coffee shop's number one customer. Applied to be a spy but was turned away due to her lack of stealth, so she spends her free time in the main plaza sending friend requests to every penguin she sees.

Max (green, member): The biggest know-it-all tour guide ever. Probably reports other penguins for questioning his knowledge or saying heck.

Drew (purple, member): Only friends members. Unfriends anyone who doesn't wear member-exclusive clothes. (this was me back when I was 7 and I still feel bad about it)

Harley (dark green, member): Sits in the puffle shop all day wearing cat ears and yelling "ADWOPT MWE!!!" (Yes, CP 2005-2008 was like that...) Manages to make that phrase very NSFW.

Dawn (dark blue, member): Is having the most fun being a penguin because she just feels a special connection to it somehow. Spends most of her time shopping or dancing at the disco night club. Almost always types in all caps.

Paul (purple, non-member): The most stoic mine cart surfer ever. Has become an in-universe millionaire off of it but never spends his money on outfits or... anything, really.

Iris (purple, non-member): Camping in the forest! Trying and failing to figure out how to start a fire with damp, snow-ridden wood.

Cilan (lime green, member): Owner of the coffee shop, though is not fond of the game with the big bags of coffee beans. Tells dad jokes about food while serving coffee and promptly gets booed and snowballed by the patrons.

Serena (pink, member): Has bought every clothing item possible and changes her main outfit at least once a month. Performs with her yellow puffle daily at the theater next to the pizzeria. A famous name throughout town!

Clemont (light blue, non-member): Is the only one who knows about the underground boiler room, which provides electricity to the entire CP universe. Spends all his time down there. No one's seen him for a few days and his friends are starting to get worried. (Yes, this is a real thing according to the CP wiki)

Bonnie (brown, non-member): Has been trying to tip the iceberg every day for a solid year now. She's really close, guys!

Mallow (green, non-member): Owns the pizzeria. Can Pizzatron 3000 like nobody's business. Much like Tracey, is not a fan of how freakin' cold it is outside.

Lana (dark blue, non-member): Ice fishing in freezing, blissful solitude. Got banned for 48 hours because she mercilessly beat Max at the marble game and he reported her for naming herself "anal" backwards.

Lillie (white, member): Sled racing for hours at a time. Unwinds by lounging on the snowy beach. Is still trying to figure out how people say things that aren't included in the pre-written responses.

Sophocles (orange, member): Has claimed the ski lodge as his turf. Try as they might, no one can beat him at Connect Four. Probably wearing swim floaties and a scuba mask (and rocking it, might I add).

Kiawe (red, member): The jet pack master. Is often found socializing in the main plaza along with May. Rolls his eyes a bit every time someone calls their igloo an "iggy."

Gladion (black, non-member): Has spent too much time calculating how to evade the swear filter. Is one step away from embodying the Cards Against Humanity card that reads: "being a dick to children."

Goh (black, member): Is trying to save enough money to buy every kind of puffle. Ends up making most of it through the thin ice game at the arcade (the one where the floor is lava, basically). Also an unexpected disco dance fiend at the night club.

Chloe (white, member): Does a bit of everything like the well-rounded queen she is. Her igloo is just as stacked as Gary's but she only really uses it for low-key hangouts with close friends (and to just get away from it all).

Team Rocket (white, can't afford membership): outraged that it's physically impossible to steal puffles and that this situation is forcing them to explore their other neglected talents. Meowth got turned into a talking white puffle.

[onigiri-dorkk]

How much do you think will change from the manga ending? Mikasa's (assumed) husband not having Jeans hair color? Historia's daughter have emerald green eyes like Eren? Eren killing and injuring Mikasa to which Armin punches him in the face while Eren mockingly pretends he doesn't want her with another man?

GYAHHHH why are you anon I want to talk to you about AOE!!! LOL

AOE is always tough for me to talk about publicly because again, there are certain scenes and moments for RM that my soul needs to see animated. This ship, for me, was built and solidified on the fact that both Levi and Mikasa survive and live a peaceful life after!! So if AOE happens, especially the way ANR predicts, that all kinda gets wiped away. So with that, I want to be clear that I don't wish for it, but I am highly convinced that it's... probable. I'm fascinated by how much foreshadow and hinting there potentially is set up throughout the entire decade of AOT.

It's honestly hard to say what exactly might happen in an AOE, but I think the big points of the ANR theories is that anime-Eren will be revealed to be aware of his memories of manga-Eren and how that timeline ended, which is pushing anime-Eren to make the anime timeline end differently -- this is believed to be a full-scale rumbling in which Eren/Paradis wins. Maybe I'll write in bulletpoints:

100% Rumbling instead of 80%

Eren lives instead of killed

Eren kills Mikasa instead of Mikasa killing Eren

Paradis Island is abandoned (they leave to occupy the world) instead of Paradis Island destroyed

Alliance (besides Armin) dies instead of Alliance lives

Eren sacrificing friends instead of sacrificing himself to make them heroes as he said

Eren being willing to sacrifice

...We might not even reach a 'Mikasa husband' scene tbh if she gets killed in the rumbling

.......Reiner not being a creep instead of sniffing Hisu's letter..... pls

Eren not being a whiny jealous lil bish

That's just some stuff I think that could actually potentially happen, but hey, let's brighten things up and think about what my happy ideal changes could be made (let's veer away from the morbid stuff LOL) and I like some of what you said!!! Historia's child with freakin GREEN EYES!!!!! The panel people assume to be Grisha/baby Eren "You are free" scene ending up being Eren/baby!!!! Or if Mikasa and gang lives??? YES give that Mikasa-husbando freakin black hair and an undercut PLS LOL.

Anyway, I'm delulu WHO FREAKING KNOWS WHAT WILL HAPPEN

And if we get the regular manga ending, I'll be selfishly happy to get my fave scenes even if it means the story truly is butchered. We'll get 'Stay with me' and 'Got it... Mikasa.' We'll get Levi and Mikasa living happy life after war, readying to reunite again. We'll get the epic Levi + Scouts ghosts salute scene, crying and smiling Levi. ;-; We'll get wheelchair Levi living in London and drinking the best tea ever. pls

[takerfoxx]

The Sandman, Season 1, Episode 4, "A Hope in Hell," First Impressions!

Sometimes, you just get it right the first time.

A Hope in Hell was a major turning point in the original comic's run. Maybe not quite to the level of The Sound of Her Wings, but it still was a major leap forward in blowing the Sandman mythos wide open and showing us just how huge it really was. Previously, there had been hints to the wider world at play, but mostly we had Dream interacting with mortal or his subjects. But here, we get to see him leave both Earth and the Dreaming to interact with some truly strange and bizarre beings, some of which have gone on to become iconic characters in their own right.

So it's only fitting that this is probably the most comic-accurate episode yet, practically word-for-word in a lot of places. Good thing too, as it is just plain awesome, probably my favorite episode yet. They really blew out the budget with this one, bringing to life something that was already visually amazing and repulsive and making it come alive, from the grotesqueness of the Gates of Hell to the massiveness of Lucifer's citadel. We even got the freakin' Suicide Forest, though I understand why they didn't explicitly name it as such, given that suicide is a more touchy subject than it once was, but if you know you know.

We also get it truly get driven home just how important our protagonist is. Like, Dream is a king, and not only a king, but someone to whom even the gods mind their manners around, to whom even Lucifer himself (or themselves I guess, as we're highlighting Angels' sexlessness again) is polite and hospitable toward, even when trying to screw Dream over. Dream has existed since life began, embodying a crucial aspect of existence and taking his duties as such very seriously. As such, he expects the respect and deference due to him as one of the Endless, and will not tolerate insolence. You don't see that in a lot of protagonists, so it's refreshing.

But at the same time, we also got to meet someone who would become just as much of a comic rockstar as he is, one of the few people more powerful than Dream, and who would go on to cause him a great amount of trouble. Lucifer friggin' Morningstar.

I really like this back to basics take on Lucifer. The character has certainly seen a lot of evolution since Preludes and Nocturnes, throughout The Sandman itself to the series by Mike Carey to the tv show. I'm pretty sure it was tempting to pluck that take on Lucifer out and have him interact with Dream. Instead, they wound things back and present them as they were originally: a beautiful, androgynous being who was clearly an Angel, but with a Devil's wings, and one who just radiates menace. Lucifer towers over the already very tall Dream, and everything they do is filled with danger. Though the part of me that lives for stupid fandom drama is really hoping that we get to Season of Mists and someone who has only seen the Lucifer Tv Show gets all upset that The Sandman ripped off Lucifer by having them quit hell to run a nightclub. With Mazikeen, no less! Also, I just wanna see Gwendoline Christie in a suit playing the piano.

And speaking of keeping things comic-accurate, hello there, Nada! Gee, I wonder if she will be important later! Kudos to Ernest Kingsley Junior for nailing Dream's mannerisms as Nada's vision of Dream, further driving home how he changes depending on who is perceiving him.

Also, it drives home for everyone just how much of a petty bitch Dream can be. Like, we've seen it hints of it before, but now if you didn't already know, this guy sent a woman to Hell for ten thousand years just because she offended his pride by refusing his advances. After said advances wiped out her people. So yeah.

There were a few things changed though, such as Lucifer battling Dream instead of Choronzon, which was thematically appropriate, since Lucifer is the one making trouble for Dream later. I was half-expecting Choronzon to be cut entirely, but since he was here, I'm thinking they're saving him in case we do get Season of Mists. The battle itself absolutely kicked ass, though. Like, we got mentions of Dream feeling whatever his opponent shifted to, but actually see the wounds crop up all over him and Lucifer really drove home the stakes at play. And I did feel like Bart's class egging him on to say the line as I waited for Dream to go, "I am hope." RIP.

I do miss the swanky faux-jazz club of the original. Oh well.

Squatterbloat did get a major glow-up and upgrade, as I guess Etrigan wasn't someone they felt like fighting to secure the right to. Understandable, but it would have been really funny for newcomers to start wondering why some demon wearing a 70's superhero outfit showed up. They kept the rhyming though, so that's good.

But majorly, now we have Matthew along, which is a welcome addition, as originally I don't think he showed up until Doll's House. Here, he acts as an audience surrogate, someone for Dream to give exposition to since we no longer have narration, as well as give the appropriate reactions to all the fucked up shit happening around him, as well to just say what we're all thinking when confronted with the Nada thing. Yes, Matthew. Dream did send that woman to Hell. Because he's a petty bitch.

But perhaps the biggest change takes place not in Hell, but on Earth, with John Dee hitching a ride with Rosemary. Here, the part with her giving him a ride to the ruby and them forming something of a connection is the same, but it plays out almost opposite of how it was before. Before, he was a naked weirdo to hijacks her car at gunpoint, leading her to freak out and threaten him, but later calm down, start talking to him, until the two form a strange friendship, making his murder of her all the more shocking. Here, he's not naked (thank goodness), and she volunteers to give him a ride because he seems like some poor, harmless man in need of help, only to grow more and more concerned over the course of their conversation, realizing just how much trouble she was in, and actually try to call the police on him, leading to what happened to that poor gas station attendant. However, despite having more reason than his comic counterpart, given that she broke his cardinal rule of lying, he instead not only spares her, but gives her his amulet of protection. That was interesting, and adds a new wrinkle to an already fascinating take on the character.

Speaking of which, I am VERY much looking forward to the next episode, because if I'm not mistaken, it's time for the diner, which is one of the most viscerally horrifying parts of the whole series! And judging by the responses I've seen from people who've already seen it, that much has stayed true! Fuck me up, Daddy!

[ouachitafolkwitch]

Credit for the informational post goes to @/nikkilanecreates on IG

Credit for the background photo goes to @wyldeplantlife

Apparently, according to this post, I am both sensory-seeking and sensory-avoidant.

The sound of people yelling makes my skin crawl to the point it needs pressure such as from a hug (bc of this sensation I have to avoid self-injurious stims such as biting or scratching ar myself. Not bc I am trying to hurt myself, but bc. I am trying to relieve myself from the pain the noise is causing/has caused).

The sound of balloons or anything popping loudly will make me leave an area. I have to wear earplugs or earphones when I shoot a gun, and probably will have to have an emergency pair for home defense.

An accidental fall of a kitchen pot, someone trying to get my attention from behind me, or people clapping, slapping, and hitting things in my face always makes me flinch. This didn’t bother me, but when I was in band, every time someone hit the snare drum, my face and sometimes my entire body would flinch involuntarily.

I can hear the screechy frequencies of an electric fence, LED strip lights, my CBD vape when it charges, and all the kitchen applicances humming together sound like a nice choir of tibetan singing bowls and solfeggio frequnecies. But sometimes it is annoying for me.

Loud music with complicated melodies that I like helps to drown out disturbing stimuli and my racing thoughts. Lately, I’ve been repetively listening and singing to songs by Deftones and that’s about it. The guitar melodies and some vocal melodies get stuck in my head bc they are just so n i c e. I also played the clarinet since I was about 11, which usually gets the complicated melodies in most pieces; when I learned how to play hard parts, I did them over n’ over to make sure I got all my badass points (I loterally felt so freakin’ cool). I managed to make All-State band in 2020 my junior year of HS before the world fell apart, lol.

I always need a fan on when I sleep and I usually have the Tv or YouTube on in the background throughout the day. It gets “too quiet” and my mind gets too loud. I have to go outside a lot to drain out my family’s negative energy; I have a creek and plenty of birds to listen to. I have a stim pop toy that is shaped like a frog but I usually use my fidget cube.

I do like keyboard sounds; I have a completely different way to type than the way that they are teaching in U.S. schools and I can reach speeds up to 80-100wpm. Like how I memorized all my notes and buttons on the clarinet, I had the ability to develop muscle memory of each location of each key on the keyboard. It looks as if my typing is hunt-and-peck on steroids except that I use the middle 3 fingers on each hand and I do not have to look at the keyboard to make sure I’m right. I already know where each character is. There has actually been some cases where I could not mentally remember a password on my computer but could remember the pattern my fingers went to type the password, and “rediscovered” my password that way.

I sing like a star and talk out loud to myself (or an entity that may be there) all the time.

[soraavalon]

-near the end of the break- Hunt (OOC): So Thaddius, you thinkin' what I'm thinking? Tark (OOC): I am, I am be thinkin' what'chu thinkin'. I be freakin' out is what I be thinkin'. Moriarty (OOC): So are we all thinking the same thing then? Tark (OOC): I don't know Ethan, what are you thinking? Me and Brit are on the same page. Are you on the same page? Moriarty (OOC): I'm not even sure I'm on the same book, to be honest. Hunt (OOC): The rat is the Chromatic Queen and she's trying to use Jasper to escape whatever locks the Platinum Crown placed on her. Tark (OOC): Mm-hmm. Moriarty (OOC): Yeah, I'm on that book. Marigold (OOC): [in chat] my heads empty so definitely not thinking the same thing Tark (OOC): Bitch be fucking up 'cause I'm about to throw hands. Hunt (OOC): I also think that whole deal with the Veiled Serpent and the Platinum Crown, I think it's this sort of manipulative dynamic of the evil advisor talking into the master's ear. Tark (OOC): Mm-hmm. Hunt (OOC): Because a lot of what we've been hearing Vanessa saying about the Veiled Serpent, that does not sit right with me. Tark (OOC): It doesn't sit right with me either. 'Cause she then had that phrase of 'it will unsettle people or disturb people' if they saw these records which she doesn't even have access to. Hunt (OOC): Yeah. Tark (OOC): Like she doesn't even know what's in them and she's saying that. Hunt (OOC): I think those records have the power to be like, 'Oh my fucking god, we're worshipping this thing?!' Tark (OOC): Yeah, because the fact that, I don't even think once, I'm trying to think of the phrases she said but I don't even think once, I don't know if it's slip of the tongue or just wasn't even thought about but usually from what it sounds like in the description of the deities in the Relni Gods, it's 'they're known as the Divine Serpentine' like it's just how she is talked about, the Veiled Serpent, has kind of made me go, 'What is happening?!' You know? But the doubt in her eyes when said that the Chromatic Queen was locked away or destroyed, I'm like 'Girl, you know that.' Hunt (OOC): Yeah, she said that the queen was struck down, stripped of her power and locked away. Tark (OOC): Or destroyed, I think is what Hunt (OOC): I think that's what Eudora asked. Eudora asked if the queen was taken care of for good or was still a threat. Tark (OOC): Hmm. Yeah, 'cause I thought Swan had said that she was struck down, stripped of her powers, locked away or destroyed. But yeah, so it's like 'Okay, well... Locked away locked how? Locked away where? Locked away ratatouille? What's happening?' Moriarty (OOC): 'What do you mean?' Tark (OOC): 'Why are you being so shady about where we're going? Huh? Huh?' Hunt (OOC): I think she's going to the Platinum temples 'cause her Order got wind that the Chromatic Queen is up to something. Tark (OOC): Well I'm wondering... Moriarty (OOC): I think that if Vanessa finds Jasper, she'll kill him. Hunt (OOC) & Tark (OOC): Oh yeah. For sure. Tark (OOC): Fact. I'm actually wondering if they scattered pieces of the Chromatic Queen. Hunt (OOC): That's what I was thinking! Tark (OOC): Throughout the temples. Hunt (OOC): Oh yeah. *gasp* Oh yeah! Tark (OOC): Because where else would have the most protection in a world like this? It would be the temples themselves. Either be at bigger cities or anything like that, there's always guards for the temples. So I'm wondering if that happened and now controlled Jasper is going around collecting the pieces. Hunt (OOC): Yeah. Tark (OOC): But, you know, there... That little flicker of doubt is now making go, 'One, Hunt (OOC): She knows something. Tark (OOC): This whole pilgrimage, this entire thing or she knows nothing and they just told her 'go here. help or do something. We need you to collect something. We need you to just move something.' 'Cause the best people to use as pawns are people who don't know anything. Hunt (OOC): Yeah, she's been the temple since very young, she's been indoctrinated since childhood. Tark (OOC) : Mm-hmm.

[campyvillain]

so i think i may know why we don’t see papyrus in deltarune

we all know by now that papyrus, at least physically, is mysteriously missing from anywhere in deltarune despite having being a key player in undertale. everyone else that was a main character is there and introduced as early as the first chapter. so where is he, exactly?

well, going by what sans says, he’s just “busy”. he still exists, he’s not dead or missing. he didn’t run away. he’s just at home busy, that’s all. but that begs the question. what is he busy doing? and why is sans so avoidant about the topic?

jumping away for a sec, throughout undertale we get hints that papyrus is more powerful than he lets on. like sans, papyrus has a lot of power, it’s just that he doesn’t show it in the same ways. undyne, the most powerful soldier, admits that he’s “pretty freakin’ tough”, and remember, this is coming from her. papyrus also has several anomalies going on with him - keep in mind, this guy has the power to levitate off the ground for seemingly no reason, so it’s safe to assume he possesses more abilities than the other monsters. during our fights with him, he appears weak because he doesn’t intent to hurt us - he just wants to capture us, so he holds back. and given the context that this is just a minuscule amount of what he’s capable of…what is the full scope of papyrus’ power? why doesn’t he move in his battle sprite, being the only enemy in undertale to do that? why does flowey need four vines to restrain him when the rest only need 2? why does he have little to no backstory when the rest have exposition in spades? what can he do, or more relevantly, what has he done that we’re incapable of knowing?

going back to deltarune and papyrus’ role in it - obviously things with the cast of undertale are shifted around, alphys is a teacher, there is no royal family, mettaton isnt a star, etc. but they all retain the same personality/character elements. there are no drastic changes in terms of their core beings, so naturally papyrus would be relatively the same - maybe he’s just an eccentric funny guy who likes to hang out at home. but papyrus is known to be very outgoing and extroverted and would drop anything to hang out with his friends - so him just staying at home and being an unknown to kris is really, REALLY weird. like, beyond weird. it just wouldn’t make sense for him to be so distant.

unless…what if he’s not actually at home?

what if he’s somewhere else?

what if he’s been going to the dark world?

PART 2: WHERE SHIT REALLY GETS CRAZY. LIKE REALLY FUCKING INSANE. LIKE HOLY SHIT

ok so: papyrus being in the dark world may sound like a stretch at first. of all places, why would he be there? he’s just an overworld npc. why him?

consider this. papyrus is a very aspirational character. he’s curious, and he has big dreams of becoming someone important. he wants his name to be known by everyone, and he makes that clear the second we meet him

we also know that papyrus’ ways of achieving his dreams are. incompetent at best. his desires of reaching success are way, way bigger than what he can realistically achieve. his plans blow up in his face, his puzzles don’t work, the like.

now, the dark world is a place where lightners are turned into their idealized selves. they have cool weapons, they have cool clothes, they get to be heroes - it’d be perfect for someone like papyrus, whose dreams of being a widely known savior likely wouldn’t be realized on the light world. but moreover, in the dark world, lightners can become who they’ve always wanted to be.

here’s the catch that really sells me on what i’m about to say.

in undertale, what is papyrus’ biggest dream? what is his ultimate goal? what does he want, more than anything else in the world, to have happen to him?

well, he wants to be in the royal guard. that’s the entire reason why he captures you, or tries to, in the first place. being in the royal guard would give papyrus everything he wants, adoration, the respect of others, the thrill of combat.

and what kind of soldiers does a royal guard have? what would papyrus be if he joined the royal guard?

royal guards have knights. so. papyrus would be a knight.

and in what other narrative has there been a lone knight with great importance, whose name is known by everyone, for better or worse?

the dark world. everyone in the dark world knows about the knight.

so going by that logic, if papyrus were to go in the dark world and have an established presence there - a place where you can become your ideal self - what would he become?

i’m sure you’re catching on to what i’m putting down by now.

and you may be wondering - if papyrus is the knight, why would papyrus do what the knight does? papyrus is a nice guy. papyrus cares for other people. papyrus wouldn’t just cause harm to others just to see what would happen, right?

well, there’s someone else in the dark world worth noting. someone that papyrus is implied to be affiliated with and know, or have known. someone who went missing. someone that papyrus is likely down there to find.

someone who could easily lead him into the dark.

and i just wanna say, now with this in mind, all that stuff about papyrus only reaching a fraction of his potential in undertale….sure does makes a lot more sense.

[quitesins]

Thinking about Dragon King! Bakugou

Masterlist

Tags: 18+, SFW + NSFW, thirst/headcanons, fem!reader, dragon king! Bakugou, dragon hybrid! Bakugou, breeding, biting/marking, short as hell

To this day, the castle can’t fathom the change of their king when you’re around. He softens, creases of his forehead evening out, hard line of his lips curling just a little. His voice even rings higher, lilt of amusement replacing the gruff of his tone. When he sees you, his eyes burn differently- like the warmth of lanterns, over the rage of a fire. King Katsuki, brought to his knees over the sight a human. You’ve changed him. The palace knows, his parents know, even he knows. But he doesn’t care, as long as he gets to come home to you, he’ll change the whole world if he has to.

At first he’s kinda distant, his hard exterior proving difficult to break, but once he started to fall for ya, he was soft as putty.

Insanely protective, knows how harsh the world can be [he’s probably one of the reasons why lol] so he’ll do anything to keep you safe.

Brings you gifts from his travels!! Really he’d rather take you along but when he can’t, be sure to expect bags upon bags of treasures from across the globe. From the finest spices to the most beautiful silk, he will spare no expense when it comes to you.

As his wife you’re respected throughout his land, maybe feared even, just a little… to be able to tame their unruly king, who even as a prince struck terror into the hearts of men, you must have be something even more frightening.

In reality he’s just whipped as fuck.

Absolutely head over heels for you.

Takes your opinion for everything. When meetings with the council are in session, he’ll have you sat beside him, his best advisor.

Loves to show you off!! He’ll twirl you in pretty dresses, watching it flow around you like a flower, his flower, before the two of you entered events, knowing all eyes were solely on you.

Even though he’s pretty much drowning in his own love for you, doesn’t mean he’ll always be sweet. One of the reasons he fell for you in the first place was because of your charming snark, how you quipped back at his own retorts. So the two of you banter, flirt like you’d only just met, bicker like you’d known each other for life, with smiles upon your faces.

Nsfw

Breeding kink!!!

Oh man does he want to stuff you full, leave you dripping while he tuts at you for letting it waste.

He wants an entire litter, and he’ll just have to paint your insides white, over and over again, until you give him one.

Fangs!! Tail!! He’s a freakin’ dragon!!

Will bite you, mark you, claim you as his.

Wants the world to know, that you’re his bride, his most precious gem in his hoard of gold.

And his tail, when semi transformed, tells the same story, wrapping around you to never let you go.

Voice!!

With build up, he has such guttural groans, one’s laced with breaths, and fuck do they sound good.

Once he gets going, he’s feral with his grunts, practically snarling when he pounds into you.

On particularly needy days, you might edge out a whine or two, one’s that he’d immediately cover up with deep growls however.

Aftercare!

You’re his queen, and you’ll be treated as such.

Lavish baths, where he’d hold you in his arms as he wiped away the night’s lust, making sure to soap your hair and massage gently.

Kisses you softer than the rough of the night, before holding you in his arms, on his bed of silk.

If you tease him about his kindness, he’ll fluster and push you away, only for a moment before grabbing you again and smothering you in his embrace.

All in all, Katsuki loves you, undeniably so, and with him, life is nothing but a dream. A real happy ever after :).

Wooo Random dragon baku that was in my drafts and wanted to clear out so here’s the post! I seriously had no clue how to end this so you get that cliche mess but anyways ty for reading!!

[dailytomlinson]

We thought we loved Louis Tomlinson and his big heart enough already, but our king keeps proving us wrong every day. We can easily say he is the reason why we wake up with a smile on our faces. And quite recently, the Chorlton-based band, Maruja, did too.

On Saturday, Maruja’s van was broken into, and £6000 worth of gear and equipment were stolen. Louis Tomlinson came across their GoFundMe page and made a generous donation of £4000 to the fundraiser. He even reached out to the band on Twitter and followed them. Thanks to him, the band has raised much more than their goal and can recover their stuff much sooner.

We’re joining Louies worldwide in penning down a we-are-so-freakin’-proud-of-Louis speech (like any other day in Louienation)! What an angel! And this is not the first time Louis Tomlinson has come forward to help, raised awareness, and warmed our hearts. Here are 5 recent occasions where he proved what an absolute gent he is.

The Away From Home Free Festival And Global Livestream

Louis played his first headlining festival mere days ago, giving us all a show we will never forget! Entirely curated by himself, Louis made tickets for this event completely free, simply wanting for us to enjoy our first live show back after the pandemic. The one-day festival hosted nearly 8500 fans, at Crystal Palace Bowl, London. Needless to say, Louis Tomlinson’s gesture made our hearts feel prouder than ever, and we will never shut up about it.

Days later, he put out a Livestream of the same event, along with a mini-documentary, from which we are still recovering. Letting us in on his journey to a career-defining moment with the Away From Home Festival, Louis did not miss any chance to acknowledge his fans as the driving force behind him. Laying down his vulnerabilities and sky-rocketing his way through, being vocal about the undeniable support he receives from his team and us, Louis once again made sure he made this feel like home! He calls us a “passionate bunch,” but let’s take a moment to thank him for being so passionate about his music, his people, and his fans.

Donation To The Fundraiser For 16-year-old Noah Cosby

Earlier this year, Louis Tomlinson liked a tweet by the Aston Martin Cognizant F1 Team that posted a GoFundMe page for Noah Cosby, who suffered a devastating dirt bike accident. The accident led him to break his back in two places causing paralysis from the chest down. Louis went on to make a generous donation of £5,000 to help Noah with his emergency surgery and intense physiotherapy to be able to walk again.

Following his noble gesture, more people and fans from all over the world joined in. They started sending Noah love and best wishes and helped surpass the initial goal of £110,000. You can support Noah’s fundraiser by donating to the Cosby’s GoFundMe page here.

Louis Signing “Singer” For Isabella’s CelebSign Of The Week

On 9th July 2021, 15-year-old signer Isabella posted a video of Louis Tomlinson signing the word “singer” in sign language. While it is adorable enough to watch on repeat, small gestures like this go on to show how Louis has a way with them to uplift people and make them feel special, included, and loved. Surely enough, his one video raised ample awareness and encouraged people to learn sign language!

Louis met Isabella, who learned sign language to help her little brother Lucus who has Down Syndrome, on the BBC One Show back in January 2020. He has also appreciated her signing videos, where she teaches sign language for communicating and even signs complete songs. It appears as though they have stayed in contact since then.

Louis Tomlinson’s Historic Live From London Charity Concert

12th December 2020 marks a historic day for Louis and his fandom when he held a Livestream that enticed 160,000 fans globally! Essentially setting the record for the biggest male-artist Livestream that year, Louis donated the profits from the concert between FareShare, Crew Nation, Bluebell Wood Children’s Hospice, and Stagehand. He also gave some of the proceeds to his touring crew.

Louis Being A Ray Of Sunshine During The COVID-19 Pandemic

The pandemic hit us all really hard. Most of us lost a loved one, faced the virus firsthand, didn’t attend school, or lost jobs. We definitely felt drained out mentally, physically, and emotionally. Louis Tomlinson has been a real ray of sunshine throughout these dark times, supporting various charities, the less fortunate, and regularly checking in on his fans.

In September 2020, Louis tweeted in support of a UK-based non-profit called Free My Meal, which connects individuals in need of meals with those that can help with the same. He also retweeted a tweet posted by football player Marcus Rashford MBE urging UK residents to sign a petition to end child food poverty. Louis even recorded a special message for Doncaster, in which he asked everyone to stay positive and safe.

Throughout the pandemic, Louis has checked in on his fans multiple times, bestowing love beyond mountains and seas, uplifting them with his wishes, and helping cure the lockdown blues. It’s safe to say, Louis made those dark days bearable. When all we needed was hope or comfort, Louis was there to provide both!

It is no secret that Louis Tomlinson has a heart of gold. Over the years, he has supported so many charities, quietly donating to some we may not even know of yet. He is a patron of The Eden Dora Trust, Stacey’s Smiles, and many more that you can read about here.

The next time someone asks us why Louis Tomlinson is our “Sunshine,” we know which THP articles to pull out! How has Louis made a difference in your life? Does he inspire you to give back?