#very “he needs to know hes wrong” vibes

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Hi jenny. I wanted to request if you could please do reader with the personality of april O'Neil from rise tmnt as mark grayson girlfriend . April O'Neil's powers primarily revolve around her enhanced psychic abilities and telekinetic skills, often stemming from her connection with the Aon crystal. These powers include the ability to sense danger, track telepathically, and even manifest telekinesis

Mystic energy manipulation: April wields a baseball bat imbued with mystic energy, magnifying the power behind her strikes when activated..

I just really live this April's personality since she's just a all around amazing and funny person to be around. She's just much better in personality compared to 2012 april but not to fully downgrade 2012 april.

Sort of just asking for dating headcanons and how they match each other's vibe together.

Ooo this looks fun! Thank you for the request beautiful! I'm sorry this took so long, I'm attempting to balance everything in my life rn. I appreciate your patience sooo much! I used to love TMNT growing up but grew out of cartoons by the time ROTTMNT came out. But it's been on my watch list for a while now!

Mark Grayson x Black! Superpowered! Reader

Warnings: mention of y'all arguing but nothing serious, just fluff and good vibes!

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🐢 Mark loves him some you, just like you love you some him.

🐢You two balance each other out. You're high energy, always on the go and full of life. Mark is on the calmer end. He's more likely to just sit quietly, give a few verbal warnings until he feels there's no more time for warnings

🐢You two are down for any and everything though. Usually your idea, such as going on a random road trip or seeing how much food you could hold in your mouths at one time

🐢"Babe I feel funny" Gf x "I told you not to eat that shit" Bf

🐢You bring a certain flavor to life that Mark had no clue he was missing out on

🐢 You do have a certain time when nonsense stops. Such as late at night, when Mark gets a random burst of energy but you're trying to sleep

"Babe do you ever think about the fact that there's a universe where I'm a girl and you're a man? Would it make it gay if I was still attracted to you in any universe? I mean I'd love you no matter what but-"

"Shut the fuck up!"

🐢Before you roll over and go back to sleep.

🐢Mark is the type of boyfriend to do anything for you. But he has a bad habit of using gifts instead of discussing feelings. You want to discuss him misplacing your bat again when you've told him multiple times that you can't get another one. Mark wants to give you a box of fancy chocolates from Switzerland and leave it at that

🐢Eventually he does get the hang of discussing feelings with you. He just can't help it, his dad very rarely said more about his feelings than 'I feel angry'/'I feel angry because I'm hungry'

🐢And with everything he's seen and done, he doesn't feel like he deserves to be vulnerable, sometimes he feels like the pain in his heart is a good motivator to save others

🐢You firmly disagree, always telling Mark that he's a good man. He helps from the kindness of his heart, not because of guilt. He deserves to be happy, you tell him that while kissing all over his face and nuzzling against his bruised skin.

🐢You have bad habits too. Getting trapped inside of your own head sometimes, rendering you unable to see when you're hurting the person you love. Mark has to sit you down sometimes and explain.

🐢You're very creative but sometimes you feel like you don't know yourself. So, you end up trying to explore yourself more, and sometimes it leads to you neglecting yourself and relationships

"I'm feeling hurt, it's like you don't want to spend any time with me. I understand you are trying to find yourself but there are better ways to go about it. I love you no matter what, I just need you to remember me while you're looking for you."

🐢You also don't like to hear when you're wrong, it shakes your sense of self just a bit

"That's not true! I just...okay. Maybe I have been a little bit out of sorts lately. I'm sorry baby."

🐢You two are still a loving couple regardless of the few flaws in the relationship

🐢You two like to pull pranks on each other, but it came to an end after Mark accidentally pelted his mom in the face with a shaving cream balloon

🐢Debbie loves you two, she loves seeing her son smile again but she doesn't love getting shaving cream in her mouth and hair after a hard day at work.

🐢You're both still in disagreement on whose fault that was.

"You know I can literally sense danger! It is not my fault, all I did was duck. Besides, why would you throw that with your mom standing so close to me?" You argued playfully while Mark massaged your foot.

"We were in more danger from my mom after that. Plus, how was I supposed to know you'd duck so quick?" He scoffed, dropping your foot. You playfully extended your foot to poke him while he evaded.

"No, you were in more danger from your mom. I took my black ass home."

🐢Mark worries about you in battle. Yes, you're strong, you can handle yourself. But he also doesn't love the idea of your greatest weapon being a baseball bat. He'd rather you had something that could do more damage. Like a gun. He'd feel a lot better about you fighting if you had a gun.

🐢Lowkey a skeptic, he knows you have strong aura and understands that you cover that bat in psychic energy that makes it stronger. But he still worries. He literally takes that thing from you sometimes out of teasing boredom.

🐢He also worries about your attachment to that thing. You even named it Theressa. He understands that an old friend gifted it to you. You'd told him about your friend Donnie before, but Mark one time caught you napping with the bat tucked in next to you. He understands it's important to you but his brain couldn't understand for a while. But Mark loves you, so what's important to you is important to him

🐢He's suggested better weapons to you before

"Mark, I'm not using a gun." You laughed, pushing the catalog away from you.

"Okay, but -and just hear me out on this one- you did use the gun. And you shot bad guys. You could even cover the bullets in your energy!" He suggested, pushing the magazine back to you.

"You want me to use a weapon I can literally get off Amazon? Oh no honey, I'm too cool for that. I'm original. Me and Teetee have been through too much." Then you shoved a pretzel in his mouth to cease his talking.

🐢He has his doubts about how strong that thing it until he took a hit from it one day.

🐢 He literally got knocked into your fight one day and crashed into the next victim of your mighty swing. Mark pushed the alien creature out of your way and the next thing he knew he was waking up in the hospital. The last thing he saw was a streak of green light as your bat cut through the sky like a knife, the look of terror in your eyes, and the splintered wood flying into his face.

🐢You explained what happened through sobs of relief and guilt once he came too.

"You got caught in one of my hits. I saw you at the last moment and turned the power down, it was too late to stop the swing. I'm sorry." You sobbed.

Mark patted your hair; you laid on the bed and hugged him. Your head rested on his chest while Mark's entire face throbbed. The bridge of his nose pulsed, and he was certain he felt a splinter stuck in his face. If that was a hit with the power turned down, Mark was literally never going to stress about you again. His face hurt for two days afterwards.

"You slumped over completely, I thought I killed you!" You wailed and Mark conjured a laugh from the depths of his stomach.

🐢From there, Mark never ever doubted you or Teetee again.

🐢You guys share music together. You put him onto H.E.R, Mark introduced you to Mac De Marco.

🐢You guys go to concerts together when you can, it's special for you two.

🐢Most people don't expect you two to be a couple. You're vibrant, always the center of the room, at any party you could be found dancing. Mark was quieter. Likely to be fast asleep at home, or really just minding his business.

🐢His quietness is deceptive; the man is a terror. He'll stick his tongue in your water bottle. He'll hide your car keys. He'll sit on you. He'll tickle you until you tap out. He'll pretend to be asleep when you're asking him to get you something

🐢But you ultimately couldn't have asked for a better man. Mark does anything to make you happy. He vibes with your creativity and follows you. You sometimes get frustrated and decide to do things on your own, but Mark is right there beside you.

🐢He always lets you know he loves and appreciates you.

"Do you know that I love you and would've gone crazy without you by now?" He asked, while you cradled his face between your hands. Your glasses shifted down before you pushed them back up on your face. You were bandaging him up one night, not too out of the ordinary.

A soft grin spread over your features, while you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

"I know baby. I love you too."

🐢Mark loves your fearless nature, but he's not the type of guy to play around with shit you're scared off. Like if your deathly afraid of clowns or some shit, he's never going to jump out dressed as one. He takes your boundaries very serious, he'd never want to upset you

🐢If you of all people are scared then it's for a reason. He knows his girl, he's not going to push you into something that scares you

🐢At first, like when Mark first got powers you were both hella friendly, Mark was always willing to go help. After the whole thing with Titus though, he doesn't accept people who just come up to him for help

🐢Battle Beast knocked the mario coins out of you two, you can laugh about it now, but Mark still feels immense guilt when he sees the scar on your stomach from you getting slammed into a piece of rubble

🐢You always make him laugh during serious moments. Like when you both tried out for the Gaurdians and you were watching a battle. The two heroes fighting seemed to have some serious history, it was looking like they were gonna kill each other. Everyone was watching on edge. Then you said "damn!" at a particular hit and Mark had to stand there and try not to laugh

🐢You felt so guilty too, literally lowering your head/fighting laughter at the same time.

🐢Mark made fun of you on the flight home though.

"All of us standing there, but only my girlfriend has to make a comment."

"Man look, I didn't expect her to kick that other girl in the coochie. I don't know what you expected from me." You defended through laughter while he tightened his grip to keep you from falling

🐢You two don't fight often, but when you do it's bad. You don't want to be around him, you don't want to see him, you don't even want to think about him. You're angry and you need some space.

🐢Mark gets uncharacteristically desperate to the point that it just pisses you off more. He's terrified you're going to leave him. He begs you to talk to him, to just look at him, even just remember he's alive.

🐢You need space, Mark is petrified of that space, so he sometimes forgets to leave you be sometimes. He wants it fixed now. You can't focus on fixing things when you're in the mood to toss him out of a window.

🐢Then you feel like you have to baby sit him through his emotions and like he's trying to control you, which you do not like. Mark is just scared though; he would never try to control you. One of the things he loves about you is how you march to the beat of your own drum

🐢You two eventually figure it out. You tell him 'listen, I need a few minutes to myself then we can talk about it. I am mad at you right now, yes. But it doesn't mean things are over.'

🐢And he listens patiently. You two are stronger after you two figure out how to manage your emotions.

🐢Mark the type of boyfriend to eat your cooking if you burned it. Or he would try, then he would come clean to you.

"I love you, but I can't force myself to eat this. Let's try making something else, okay?"

🐢Then he's rolling up his sleeves and chopping up onions with you to make some simple pasta. Isn't he just so dreamy?

🐢Overall, you and Mark balance each other out. You love each other, understand each other and work together to fix things.

🐢He loves how you inspire him to live life to the fullest, and you sometimes need someone to bring you back down to Earth because sometimes you go running headfirst into danger. There's no one better suited for each other than you two.

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BACK TO ART Y'ALL!

(after ....an awful lot of screaming these last days.. ... hey I don't know what is wrong with me, maybe it's the spring vibes finally kicking in or smth..)

Anyway here's the concept art for Hans and Henry - Witcher AU

'Cause I can not enjoy ANY franchise, ANY game, ANY-FUCKING-THING without witcherizing it. For t'is the law here.

Go down to my overly detailed description and non-text versions for AU Hans and AU Henry here. I have my brainworms and i'll spill them out on you, if you don't step aside, so beware.

Also this time I'm not going for a mix, I'm going full Witcher universe here.

Let me tell you there is a LOT of Hansry in the making for canon and Witcher AU right now.. I just need to find a way to finish it, for I am cursed to be stuck at WIPs so far as it seems. BUT I WILL DO MY BEST !!! FOR WE NEED THE HANSRY, DON'T WE?!

YES WE DO!!

So I've read the witcher books, played game 3, and looked up several things on fandom-wikis. If anything's not entirely witcher canon here, my bad. I tried my best ok? Also I took some liberty and smushed timelines and stuff to fit the scene here.

Capon is my fucking dress up doll. I am sorry I could not not. He is so FUCKING Dandelion coded.. PLUS I had so many cool outfit ideas and well...LOOK AT HIM HE JUST EATS, OK? I feel like he could be stuffed in a human-sized sock and still would look great in it... I don't get it either.. the tailors just love him.

have a song recommendation for Hans :3

Hans Capon (House of Leipa) The House of Leipa is a family line of famous military leaders at the nation of Kaedwen. (listen, there is a canon Fort Leida in the witcher universe, how could you blame me for jumping on that?) For generations they reigned over Fort Leipa and the surrounding region in Kaedwen. It was about 19 years ago when the Scoia'tael invaded the fortress and killed almost all members of the major family branch, including Hans' parents. Hans himself survived due to a servant's quick thinking. He was hidden in the servant's quarters in a bedroom's chest. The Scoia'tael focussed on looting the royal belongings. So he was not found until his relatives reconquered the fortress hours later. Hans has no memory of said day since he was still an infant, but suffers from claustrophobia now.

'The Slaughter of Leipa' contributed severly to the following pogrom in Ard Carraigh (Kaedwens capital), causing the deaths of over 400 nonhumans. Hans is not entirely against nonhuman races but has his personal, unprocessed issues with them....

Back in the present (20y/o) his situation is very similar to canon Hans, with Hanush currently being his guardian as long as he's not old enough to reign. He differs a lot from Hanush's imagination of a proper heir of their family tree and arguments are on a daily bases. For political representation Hans gets to travel and stay at the free city of Novigrad for a while. While he loves his home region in Kaedwen, he immediately falls in love with the urban vibes, and modern culture of the city (and of course the freedom of being away from Hanush's monitoring for once). For a few months he's spending a fair amount of coin on every tailor, tavern, brothel and bathhouse in the city.

By now the owners of said etablishements have made appropriate arrangements with every bandit's guilt around, for his regular visits are more profitable to all of them, than robbing him once.

There might have been one or two kidnappings with ransom involved nonetheless, which had Hanush consider hiring a bodyguard for his ward after all...If only just to mend his headache from time to time a bit.

This is were a certain offer from an old friend, plus a witcher's apprentice appears seemingly just at the right time...

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Henry's design and my idea of his witcher character made me painfully aware of just how similar those two universes actually are. I mean - not necessary a bad thing, but it might take the charm out of it a bit. So I tried to add a little twist to Henry here. Let's see how we're doing.

Have a song recommedation for Henry :3

Henry, child of the fate Henry is born a blacksmith's son and lived a slow life in a small village around Kaedwen's hillside. There would be times he would even go as far as to call it straight out boring, but he's not one to complain about stuff like that.

Since his father Martin taught him from young age, Henry practically grew up with swords, especially the kind made of finest silver ore, used to slay monsters. His father's outstanding works, famous in all the northern nations, attracted many witchers from far and wide. Of course the nearby 'School of the Wolf' at Kaer Morhen was a popular and recurring customer at their forge as well.

All peace and quiet ended the day his village was raided by bandits and his parents were murdered. Henry found himself seeking refuge, first at Kaer Morhen, then at Fort Leipa, with a handful of other citizens. At the witchers fortress he recognized one or two faces from back at the forge, but there was one particularly standing out.

Radzig Kobyla, a reknown witcher in all around the region seemed to have special interest in Henry and even offered some first combat training in sword-fighting. With time Henry finds the truth about is bonds with Radzig...

Before he was born Radzig saved Martin from a mountain troll. Half joking, half serious Martin remembered old witcher's tradition of the Law of Suprise - 'for what you find at home, yet did not expect' and offered it. Radzig actually refused the offer, for he was not necessarily fond of said tradition.

It was only a month later that they found out about the pregnancy... While awaiting a child Martin was devastated about his promise. He was not sure if it was to be fulfilled or not. After Henry was born Radzig still refused to ever take the child, arguing he never agreed to any contract like this. But fate finds his way nonetheless and with Henry basically finding him and being robbed his family, friends and home, Radzig finally gives in and offers to train him to become a witcher.

Of course things are way more complicated by now, since Henry is not suitable for a proper 'Trial of the grasses' anymore. He never gained the full immunity and powers of a proper witcher, but with Kaer Morhen's knowledge, plus consultation of several sorcerer Radzig's find a way for Henry to undergo a lighter and also much slower variation of the original changing procedure.

Although the risk of said changing progress is the same, if not higher. Errors or negative effects can only be seen and be treated much later after they have already settled in. The sorceress Katharina of Ard Carraigh was outraged when she heard about Radzig's little experiment, but offered her help with the effects nonetheless. With her help Henry was able to adapt existing witcher potions to handle his new powers and skills easier, and - much more important - to keep them at bay, when they threaten to take over his sanity.

While trying to tackle his new life and witcher training, Henry is also confronted with his first 'witcher' contract (well whatever Radzig found fitting for a half-baked witcher, without much fighting experience, nor complete control over his powers, that is.) Their host at Fort Leipa seemed to have a promising task as bodyguard at hand, and since Radzig had taken a lot of contracts from the house of Leipa in past times, it would not hurt giving it a try. Henry would only have to take care of the spoiled Leipa's offspring for a while. Nothing too much of a task right? Right.

At least until said offspring runs off and jumps into sheets with an Alp and seems to be in need of a witcher now after all, .....

But that's a story for another time...

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*visible exhaustion but I made it*

that's it for now guys.. I ..clearly overdid myself in the description right there, I just know it.

Also - sorry for my spelling , I hate rereading stuff, and tend to miss weird errors...

Hope you liked it, I don't really call myself a good writer, I just want to get out my ideas here. :)

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rivals in rhythm - ch. iii

jake sim x m!reader

summary: jake and y/n make up after their fight

tags: hurt/comfort, 8th member reader, jakes needs and deserves a hug, rivals to lovers, really really slow burn, use or y/n, heeseung became the group therapist, f/idol used cause I didn't wanna bring any girl into this

a/n: this took way too long, sorry :((( april was such a horrible month let's not talk about it.

anywaysss my requests are open so yk send them in!

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you were so cool about this whole situation. really, confronting jake and moving forward didn't bother you at all. the fact that you didn't even have the courage to look the poor guy in the face was completely unrelated.

for once, you realized your actions had consequences and this was the direct consequence to years of- not so- silent resentment. the moment jake started disliking you too, something you wished for ages, you realized you actually wanted to befriend him.

for years jake has eaten crumbs of your affection from the palms of your hands and you have ignored him, even hated him, but now that he has found a better plate to eat from you realized you wanted to offer him a whole banquet.

it's true that he who has bread has no teeth.

for the whole day you went close to him, opened your mouth to talk and then walked away without saying anything. you could feel heeseung's disappointed eyes on you every single time.

who decided that apologizing had to be so difficult?

“jake, can we talk after we're done with practice? after everyone else leaves, i mean.”

“uh… sure, yeah."

and you were one step closer to your goal.

now you just had to think about what you had to say.

your first instinct was to get mad, accuse him of being selfish and lazy, that he didn't belong in the band and that he never even tried to. why? there wasn't really a reason why, it was the easiest way to deal with your emotions. jake had always had a weird effect on you, you couldn't think rationally when he was near. whether it was hate or something else entirely, he made your heart burn like no one else ever has; even your past partners couldn't compete. they said love and hate were similar, that they made you feel the same way… but to you, hate had a much stronger grip than love. so much that when the object of your hate wasn't paying it any mind anymore you felt lost and empty.

but thankfully practice was hours long and you had time to think about it and change your mind, practice a more normal and less accusatory speech in your head.

your dancing was off because of all this thinking and jake offered to help you with the choreo. humiliating. really, why him of all people? eight members, seven without you, and he had to make that comment.

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“jake, i think we've come too far… things have gotten weird between us-” “things were always weird.”

he was tired. he talked to heeseung to try and understand you. heeseung to just ignore your behavior, that it would make you stop even acknowledging his presence… which yeah, it was good, but he really wanted to be friends, or at least someone you know. you lived and worked together, what was the point in ignoring each other? that's not how he wanted to live.

maybe it was better off this way.

no matter how much he tried to befriend you, he'd always fucked up in some way on another. you hated him, obviously, and he just had to match your vibe. after all, why would you want to be nice to someone who is not nice to you? shouldn't he have some self respect?

the more he thought about it the more reasons he had to hate you.

and he was convinced that he would never change his mind about you… but then you went and asked him to talk and his heart simply melted. he was too kind, but he didn't want to show you were already forgiven so he decided to act mad for a little while. it wasn't difficult, he thought, he'd just have to act a bit colder, distant.

he was wrong, it was so unnatural. to be mad and to act mad were two very different things.

“y/n, why do you do this? it's like you already hated me before even knowing me, i never had a chance with you.”

silence.

you looked down at the floor, suddenly so interested in the parquet. that was the whole point, jake- you thought. you don't have a reason.

“that's just the way i feel, there's no reason why…” a whisper, barely audible as if you almost wished he wouldn't hear you. “but, i wanna change that. i really do.”

jake looked at you, unconvinced and unbothered. it was so uncharacteristic of him, a shiver ran down your spine. "yeah, let's see about that."

and if you had doubts before, you definetely didn't have them now. seeing jake so down is always bad, enough to ruin your day. It's like leaving your house expecting sunshine and finding rain...

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the next few days were a bit awkward but not too bad. you barely interacted with jake, but when you did you tried to refrain from teasing him. good way to move on. slowly the two of you became closer, you even managed a few hang outs without fighting.

jake was back to being his old sun kissed self and you, well you for some reason never stopped feeling like you hated him. it wasn't really about what you actually felt like towards him, it's just that your heart never stopped beating so fast when he was near, and that feeling of lunch moving in your stomach was still there every time he talked to you. it was exhausting, even now that you were trying to like him your body was forcing you to do the opposite.

heeseung once tried telling you that maybe those things weren't caused by the hate. you didn't understand what he meant until today.

you were scrolling on twitter before going to bed, someone complained about uni, others about life in general and everything was normal until you saw that one post:

enhypen jake spotted on a date with f/idol.

when you saw those pictures you felt a part of you sink down in thw ocean. it was wrong, you knew how the media worked by now. every single interaction with a idol of the different sex was enough to start a ship and you knew so well that this was exactly what happened. but for some reason, even the distant idea that maybe jake was in a relationship with anyone caused you a huge sense of discomfort. you felt empty, your heart was heavy in your chest.

finally you understood heeseung's words. it wasn't hate, but the complete opposite. maybe, just maybe you had a crush on jake.

that would be the first time in so lon- with a schedule so packed you didn't have time to have crushes. how were you even supposed to deal with it?

@exactlyinfp @rairaiblog @nootnootpinguuu @gnusihcom @scary-thingz @naelvze

[alice-after-dark]

A pet peeve of mine in fics and other fanworks is Vox being too much of a silly loser/pathetic mess in scenes where he's in public or surrounded by others. I feel like his behavior in Stayed Gone was a moment of weakness that wont be repeated and only happened in the first place cause 1) Alastor is back after 7 years 2) He's working with Lucifer's daughter and 3) despite having cameras everywhere Val found out first. A control freak like him wont lose composure (again) and would keep up the act of a charming, suave actor/tv host especially since everyone knows the mainstream media/pop culture loves an attractive/charming male celebrity.

Anyways, ever since Vox changed into those cute little outfits in stayed gone I've been getting barbie vibes from him...hopefully he reaches full it girl mode in s2 😫 I wanna see the public adore him and eat out of the palm of his hand!

Also I'm not sure if anyone's considered this but if Vox has been in Hell since the 50's that means theres probably generations of hellborn imps/hellhounds/etc that grew up watching his content...I wouldnt be surprised if the hellborn population loved him (might be wrong but I swear I've seen a screenshot of some imp wearing a Voxtek t-shirt in S1 EP8 of Helluva Boss)

Oof, I totally get where you’re coming from. It is such a frustration when people go way too hard on Vox being pathetic, especially when he’s in public. It’s literally made clear to us in his introduction that public opinion is very important to him and he will do whatever he needs to protect it. Stayed Gone was Vox losing his shit. He was essentially caught off guard by Alastor returning PLUS the knowledge that Val has apparently known he was back and didn’t tell him! I don’t think he’s going to lose his shit so easily again. 

I actually do have a theory about why Valentino knew first. In their scene before Stayed Gone, whose room are they in? Whose TV are they turning on that instantly goes to the hotel feed? It’s not Vox’s room or even Vox who turns on the TV. It’s Valentino’s. I think that the cameras around the hotel weren’t for Vox at all, but for Valentino to spy on Angel. That’s why Vox didn’t know. He wasn’t paying attention to them. He wasn’t watching them. He possibly even forgot about them because he just didn’t care about the hotel at all.

I would love to see Vox go full It Girl. I think he prides himself on being exactly what the public wants at all times (which can also make for some delicious angst of Alastor having been the only person to care about the real him but apparently Alastor never really cared at all so maybe the real him is just shit and should be buried no one likes that loser…this may need to be its own post)

I would genuinely love to see Vox interact with the public more and see how they view him. I think that would be so cool. Probably for many Hellborn, he is their access to what human media is like.

[lazyscience]

so I just knocked out The Pitt in a weekend (help me i am not ok) and what a glorious trainwreck. which way to the whittaker trash party? I want the weird queerplatonic santos-whittaker playing smash or pass: pitt colleagues edition (amusing since while she is 95 percent about the ladies she has a couple straight 'hall passes' and whittaker somewhat defiantly calls himself an 'equal opportunity slut,' to her amusement. (silly snippet behind the break, please don't report me to emily gould)

"Don't call yourself that," Trinity kicked him in the ankle, "until you mean it."

"How do you know I don't? Maybe I paid my way through med school sucking dick." Whittaker stuffed a handful of popcorn in his mouth to cover the inner flinch at saying it, and then made a face. "Okay, seriously, please add unpopped popcorn to the grocery list, I can make better popcorn than this cheaper."

Trinity sneered and took a gulp of her drink. "What, Martha Stewart, SkinnyPop isn't good enough for you? And while I would admire the work ethic, when would you have had time to study? Pitt tuition for outstate is 65K a year, BEFORE housing."

"Divided by 300, is roughly 215," Whittaker said, reached for his Coke. "Not enough hours to put much of a dent in clinicals."

"Shut the fuck up," Trinity blinked.

Whittaker sighed, low and long. "Santos, do you honestly think I would have been crashing in the decomm wing if I was pulling down $300 a pop blow jobs? Also, have you seen me?"

Trinity wrinkled her nose. "While you make a point about the crash pad, yes, I have - I mean, I'm not a gay man but the clean-cut blond farmboy twink with big sad eyes, ex-seminarian turned medical student? Pretty, smart and devoted to his fellow man? I definitely know gay guys who would probably pay that and consider it an act of philanthropy."

"Charity," Whittaker curled his lip, finished off his drink. "Thanks."

"Believe me, nobody ever sticks their dick in charity. They might think they're doing the recipient a favor, but they don't do it unless they think they stand to gain." Trinity tipped a bit more rum into both of their glasses. "Pour me some more Coke."

Dennis topped them both off, took another sip. "Harsh, but probably fair as I think about it. Robby. Dr. Robby would probably pity fuck if he thought the recipient really needed it."

"He is awfully Catholic coded for being Jewish. Speaking of, how about our fearless Captain? Smash or pass? As if I had to ask - don't worry, you're not obvious. Unless you're ex-Catholic, in which case we can smell the saint worship."

"That is exactly NOT what I like about him, and ...yeah, smash. I admit it."

"Oh? Do tell. Chisme, Huckleberry. I neeeeeed it."

He thought about the unexpectedly small ball Robby had curled himself into on the floor of the morgue, the broken sound of his voice, the way he'd scrabbled as desperately as if he'd been holding fragments of himself together. The way he'd gathered himself up with that little shove to keep Dennis at arm's-length as if being touched might have done more harm than good, have driven the broken pieces of his armor into the bleeding flesh beneath--

--gasped almost as he remembered to breathe, shook his head. "It's not how good he is. It's how hard he has to try to be."

Trinity lifted her head from the back of the couch, her gaze sharpening on him like the hope of an exceptionally interesting procedure, but mercifully she didn't pry. "Interesting," was all she said. "Langdon?"

Dennis wrinkled his nose. "Pass. He gives me clean-cut-straight-passing-student-council vibes. The kind who's thirsty when you're alone but very "You People - Not That There's Anything Wrong With That" in public."

Trinity nodded. "Same." She was quiet for a moment as if struggling with how she wanted to phrase something, then shook her head. "Same. What about Mel?"

"Hmm. Attractive but in a Serious Commitment sort of way. I have the feeling Mel doesn't do casual, and at this moment in my life, I have no breathing space for anything but, so pass."

"Dennis, the game is technically just would you or wouldn't you - but no, I get it," Trinity said with a sigh. "I bet it'd be hot having her tell you exactly what she likes. She'd totally do it too."

"So that'd be smash for you, then. Now who doesn't have time to do anything else? Mel, Garcia, Reade, Collins, Kim - ah, we haven't gotten to McKay. Smash or pass."

"Pass. I...I know I'm not good, with people." She was quiet for a minute. "I mean, I'm - it's a work in progress. But McKay no. Big no. It's like a funhouse mirror, the shit I don't like about myself is all I can see. I know that's hypocritical as fuck."

"No it's not. It's smart," Dennis said, nudging the popcorn closer to her. "People who remind us of ourselves, we think we know what they should have figured out. And whether that's true or not it usually ends badly."

"Who ended badly for you?" Trinity said quietly, setting the bowl on the coffee table, eyes veiled and far away.

"Aforementioned clean cut student council type. Resulted in me trying to pray the gay away for a few semesters. I do actually enjoy women, you know? Like, I have had relationships with, including sleeping with them, that made us both happy and I just, I really thought I could make that work. I possibly still could, with the right woman. Maybe I just haven't met her yet."

"Maybe. Me, I was pretty much entirely pretending with all two of the guys I tried to date before giving up. I did eventually come out to my family. It was...not as big a deal as I was expecting, honestly. Which is good. I was braced for it to be a great big thing."

"Good. That's good." Dennis closed his eyes. "Thank you, Trin. For taking me home with you."

"You have promised me popcorn. And you already fixed the icky thing the second bathroom shower does. Just keep pulling your weight." He heard her getting up, felt her gently nudge him. "Go on. Go to bed. More things to work on in the morning."

[sp0o0kylights]

Grass is green, water is wet, and Jonathan Byers does not like Steve Harrington.

These are known facts in the universe.

Computers were going to take over the world, a “mobile” phone was being invented, and Steve Harrington had lost most of his hearing.

These were unknown facts--rumors even, if you will. Eddie had never seen even a grain of truth to support any of them. 

(Well, maybe the computer thing, but only because Grant and Dustin both had made a couple of convincing arguments.) 

So he doesn’t think about it, when his freshman gang up on him. 

Doesn’t even factor the “can’t hear well” thing in, when he was tasked (demanded, whined, bitched and moaned at) with helping them explain to Steve why going to the release party of the new D&D box set, located at a hobby store only a mere 2 hour drive away, was important.

Eddie’s not even sure how the little shits got him to agree to do it until he’s standing in the parking lot in front of the former King himself. 

“The store’s leading up to the release with a handful of one-shots.” He’s explaining, unsure whether to pull out the bored act or play up his court jester persona, and thus mixing and matching on the fly. 

He does not care if Harrington doesn’t know what a one-shot is. 

“They’re releasing the set at midnight. You have to be there to get it though, you can’t have someone else pick it up for you because they only got a certain amount in.” 

Harrington’s frowning (no surprise) but it’s not until Eddie is well into his spiel about how his van is already full with the elder members of Hellfire, and thus has no room for the freshmen, that he realizes Steve isn’t quite looking at him. 

Is in fact, looking over his shoulder.

Eddie stops. Follows Harrington’s gaze.

Parked across from Steve’s Beemer, is Jonathan Byer’s barely working clunker car. 

A handful of steps in front of it, and thus nearly right behind Eddie, is the man himself.

His hands are still moving, mouth shaping words silent as he goes, his gaze locked not on Eddie or the kids--but on Steve. 

Who turns back around as Harrington’s eyes slide right back to him. 

“And this is taking place next Friday?” He says, in that sort of annoyed but resigned way parents aim at their children. “After school?” 

“I’d like to go during  school, but the freshmen insist you wouldn’t let them ditch out.” Eddie tells him. “They had two separate arguments about it.” 

Loud ones, that had interrupted the game and given Eddie a migraine. 

Once again Steve’s eyes slide away from him, to Jonathan. 

“They’re not skipping school.” He says suddenly, a glare forming and Jonathan makes an annoyed noise. 

“They argued about skipping, they’re not going to.” He says aloud, and finally steps up so that he’s next to Eddie instead of behind him. 

“Munson slow down, I can’t sign as fast as you’re talking.” He adds, in the hang-dog grumble he’s notorious for. 

Eddie stares at him. 

“Can he seriously not hear me?” 

“No.” Steve and Jonathan answer together. 

“I can kind of still hear,” Steve adds, gaze returning to Eddie’s face. “But its more loud music or noises. I can lip read, but you’re also talking too fast for that.” 

Without pausing, he turns back to Jonathan and says; “Why can’t you take them?”

“It’s Friday.” Byers deadpans. 

Eddie’s not an expert on sign language, but his hands somehow looked deadpan too. 

He’s not sure how Jonathan did that. 

“So?” Steve snarks back. 

What follows is an argument that Eddie is not, at all involved in, mostly because he’s too busy handling the fact that Jonathan Byers has learned sign language, for Steve Harrington, apparently, and given the tone the argument is taking they still don’t even like each other.  

Eventually the argument ends, Steve throwing his hands in the air and demanding that Jonathan owes him. 

(Eventually Eddie will corner the ever so quiet Will Byers and ask why the hell his brother learned sign language for someone he clearly fucking hates.

“Oh they don’t hate each other.” Baby Byers would say, in that shy, quiet way of his. “I think they’re actually friends now?” 

“You think?”

“Well--you’ve seen them.” Will shrugs. “I think being mean to each other is kinda their thing.” 

‘What the hell.’ Eddie would think, right up until he stumbled across one of the kids sign language books. 

Byers the Elder, he decides, isn’t the only person who should learn sign language to chew out Harrington properly.

The pay off is immediate. 

Or at least, the pay off of watching Steve’s shocked face the first time Eddie signs something vulgar at him is, anyway.)

[voiider]

I need codependent Danny/Jason as a little treat (for me) and I love the idea of them having some sort of instant connection the moment they meet (bc ghost stuff idk)

Danny who's been dropped in Gotham with no way home (alt universe??) and he's been here for 36 hours and having a Very bad time senses a liminal being and immediately latches onto them heedless of the fact that his new best friend is shooting at some seedy guys in an alley and goes off about how stressed he is and how he can't make it back to the ghost zone and what a bad day he's been having (and it's important to note Danny is a littol ghost boy literally hanging off of Jason's neck as he floats aimlessly) and Jason is like "who are you??" And Danny is like "oh sorry I'm Danny lol" and then just continues lamenting his woes

And honestly ? This might as well happen. Nothing about this Danny guy(is he human?) gives Jason a bad vibe and tbh he's never felt more calm and level headed before so he just keeps up his usual Red Hood patrol and doesn't even think about it when he heads back to a safehouse and feeds Danny dinner (breakfast) before crashing for half the day

The only thing I actually need is Jason meeting up with the bats for some sort of Intel meeting and they're like "uhhh who's that" and Jason is like "that's Danny." And does not elaborate (very ".... What do you have there?" "A smoothie" vibes)

And it takes them a while to realize that these two have known each other for less than 12 hours and are literally attached at the hip

[zeeckz]

I feel like Raiden really enjoys romanticism and chivalrous stuff in media but is absolutely incapable of processing it (he doesn't know how to do all of that himself without looking awkwardly stupid, he doesn't know how to react to someone being openly flirtatious, etc), whereas Dante is dramatically flirtatious in a non-serious way but is so terrified to actually open up to someone that he'll do his best to hide his love-driven intention

If they were having a movie night (let's say, Kign Kong), situation would be like this: Raiden casually mentioned liking King Kong, so Dante started planning. Dante spent the entire week before the chosen day investigating everything about King Kong in different types of media, every trivia, every possible information Raiden might know or not know about. He would then very intentionally rent the movie and act as if he knew NOTHING about it and just followed someone's suggestion when making a choice, or thought the cover or plot was silly or whatever. Raiden would then start infodumping about his favorite film and wouldn't shut up during the entirety of it (he needs to expand Dante's first experience). Dante already knows everything Raiden's telling him but he really enjoys hearing the investment in his voice, he's not even paying attention to the film & is so tired from all the previous work that he ends up falling asleep. When he wakes up and realizes what happened (and what Raiden might think caused him to fall asleep) he quickly apologizes with some cheesy excuse like. "sorry, it was your voice... you're like a siren, you enchanted me and I fell asleep"

[shiryawashere]

[[PETTY INCONSEQUENTIAL COMPLAINT GO]]

One thing that never fails to grind my gears re: other people (or let's be honest, cis men) in mmo games is that I will be out here playing the most feral big-fanged beefy cat mommy and everyone I interact with will still refer to me as he/him by default

listen I get that y'all like to play lizardgirls in swimsuits and more power to you I don't judge but is it really that outlandish to expect that if I don't know, the character's sex is likely to match the player's (or even if it didn't, my character is a woman!! and you're talking to her!! if I hear one more 'my good sir' I will riot*)? How about y'all get a lot more comfortable with the concept of being misgendered in a videogame and maybe you'll realize other people exist smh

*note that if I point out I'm a woman it's always accepted no problem I just wish I didn't have to choose between asserting my gender or tolerating being misgendered in every other interaction

[cinnamon-phrog]

Chat there is a disturbance in my bones most unsound [I realised I might be iffy sharing the trio with non-friends]

[gardenlilgnome]

Chiscaraven soulmates au where Scara and Venti are each other's soulmates but before fate brings them together, Scara falls in love with Childe, who's one of the rare people that don't have a soulmate which makes him worry abt the day Scara will eventually leave. However, Scara always reminds his bf that he won't leave him bc he loves him too much to let fate be the one to decide his life.

But once Venti comes in, both can't help but get a crush on them. And thankfully for the two of them, Venti is more than happy to be in a relationship with both of them.

[alfhildr-the-word-weaver]

I watched 2x14 of the Originals tonight and when Klaus told all the assembled werewolves at Hayley's wedding that Hope was still alive after killing his own father just for finding out the very same thing a mere handful of episodes ago, it made me think of this moment in this Studio C sketch -- "she knew, so naturally, she had to be taken care of! Of course, I didn't realize I'd be revealing that secret myself just a few hours later, but at the time it seemed very important to keep her quiet." Like. I guess I get his reasoning and can sort of see why it changed. But for a guy who killed the biological father he'd been so curious about just a few days ago to keep his secret, he sure did just announce that same dang secret to a roomful of strangers. If I was his biodad hanging out on the Other Side (or wait I think maybe that's gone by now? But if it was still there) I'd be trying my darndest to slap that idiot upside the head for that.

[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

hi guys, may i introduce you to the concept of ailette/hestio

If hesphael is ephael giving in to hestio with some jibes that have little to no heat behind them, then ailette/hestio is ailette returning hestio's energy even more and hestio not being able to take it. Ephael teases hestio with a ☺️ or 😄 face while ailette is like >:)) and she does not pull punches. she would embarrass him happily and watch him combust. They compete on a bunch of inconsequential things and hestio loses 80% of the time because ailette is just too cool like that.

[weaverofink]

I redesigned Stalyan to fit better with the costume aesthetics of the show, and also gave her something of a personality redesign as well! I think it would be interesting if she was more of a swindler, pretending to be innocent and helpless before stabbing you in the back. also imagine how ominous it would be if her first appearance was actually all in white like a bride like girl has been obsessed w this marriage for years

[assmaster-8000]

Those were all hallucinations because if you're patient rook he'll be the best lover anyone could have he'd take you out to the sweetest dates they feel like you're living a fairy tale, as soon as 12 am hits on your anniversary he'll be awake, just to kiss your face and hold you tightly, it's important to him even if he knows you don't realize it's happening, and once you do wake up you wake up to the sweetest man to ever exist he won't leave your side at all in that day he couldn't bear to do so, that's why he makes sure to clear up everything in his schedule two weeks before. he'd want to travel the world by your side, take you to experiences he knows you'll never forget and cherish forever he wants you to be by his side at all times of his life he can't imagine how he'd be had you not stayed by his side despite his flaws

ur so sweet aster it'd almost be inconceivable if there were ever a situation else wise 😵

for realsies though i may be an easily irritated person, im very patient in dealing with people and emotionally tense situations so me and rook? we gang fr we tight like a booty hole in here 🤭 im a very heavy sleeper so unless rook shakes me by the neck to give me a kiss i would NAWT gaf 🔥🔥🔥

[tempestclerics]

all you need to know about hathym is that their playlist is more than a third straight off florence and the machine's album how big how blue how beautiful