#(<- has gotten carried away)

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

AGH FASHION DESIGNER SUGURU AND MODEL SATORU W A NEW INTERN DESIGNER UNDER THEIR WING 😞😞☹️ - 🌺

WAHHHH I LOVE THIS 🥺🥺🥺 the pining and flirting and slowburn of it all… model!satoru and his favorite designer suguru geto, both of them undeniably skilled and born with an eye for fashion….. well-known and adored……..

designer!suguru who gets tasked with showing you the ropes, who’s always so patient and kind despite your inexperience. diligent with his teaching but also so laidback, so easy to talk to… he looks intimidating, but he’s so polite that you can’t help but swoon a little. and he admires your enthusiasm so much…… grows fond of you soooo quickly bc you’re just such a breath of fresh air compared to the divas he’s forced to work with all the time. he thinks you’ve got real potential and he wants to nurture it.

and ofc you end up running into model!satoru eventually…. bc he’s always hanging around suguru whenever he gets the chance. and he’s maybe a little jealous that you’re hogging so much of his personal designer’s attention, but… he also thinks you’re so cute . T_T like a little puppy following suguru around… so excited to be apart of something you’ve dreamed of for so many years……… he looks into your eyes and sees the same sparkle he had before he made it big, and it makes his heart race.

yeah . i’m just thinking abt the peaceful coffee breaks with suguru….. how he’d insist on paying for your drink, ”since he’s your senior” (he wants to be your favorite </3)…… and how he’d just be so protective over his little intern. don’t get me started on the close proximity with satoru when you’re taking his measurements, the glance and smile he sends your way during an impromptu shoot… the way he always calls for you with a sweet coo of ”how’s my favorite intern doing today?”

😔😔😔 yeahhhhhh. they make me feel ill.

#thank you 🌺 anon my beloved….. i am kissing your beautiful brain #😭😭😭😭 now i kinda wanna write this oh no #my anons keep making my wip list longer this isn’t fair T—T #(i love you all very much) #NO BUT THIS IS SO BIGBRAINED IT’S INSANE #fashion designer!sugu the loml…. model!satoru just feels so natural too #i think they’re both very mature!!!!!!! #there are some aus where i think satoru would lean towards his more bratty hs self #but here i feel like he’s similar to the way he is in canon :3 just. silly and goofy and passionate abt what he does #AND very fond of youth. of people with lofty goals and dreams and starlight in their eyes #(<- has gotten carried away) #YOU GET IT THOUGH i know you’ll see the vision 🌺 anon 🫂🫂🫂 we’re holding hands #i need them both #need suguru to buy me expensive coffee while satoru feeds me pieces of a pastry #for some reason i keep thinking of coffee breaks i might. just be hungry 😭😭😭 #ask tag ✩ #🌺 anon !! ✩ #geto x reader #gojo x reader #stsg x reader #satosugu x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader

[altraes]

"yare yare."

#ginko #myart #I don't think even shiita has gotten me this carried away #mushishi

[sad-endings-suck]

“Why would you even ship that character with anybody?! He’s basically irredeemable to me—“

TO YOU!! He’s irredeemable to you. But some of us are silly geese that like our men to be the sexy, sad, feral, pathetic wet cats that they really are deep down, because we aren’t allergic to joy.

Is that okay with you??!? Is that permissible in the eyes of the Chronically Online Board of Hypothetical Ethics and Human Resources for Fictional Characters That Are Not Real™️®️.

You can go enjoy your curated selection of stale two dimensional wonderbread men in the corner, like the misguided pitiful lost soul that you are. the rest of us will be enjoying ourselves as our pathetic wet rag himbos and twinks kneel on the ground and beg to taste pussy/cock so hard they nearly come, like real men. just as god herself intended.

#but good luck on your pending prosecutions!! #I’ve heard that no one has actually ever convicted a fictional character of war crimes before but who knows!! you could be the first. #and then you’ll know that all those long hard hours you spent typing away were actually for nothing #because ✨real life✨ lawyers get paid but you did all that shit for free. you goofy ass bitch #okay okay #that was all meant to be humours and done in good faith but i MAY have gotten SLIGHTLY carried away. possibly #for real tho this wasn’t prompted by anyone or anything in particular i’m just stoned #🍃 thoughts #tumblr sexyman #bg3 astarion #bg3 gale #bg3 wyll #bg3 halsin #taigen blue eye samurai #taigen #taimizu #bg3 memes #bg3 romance #asoiaf meta #jaime lannister #braime #reylo #kylo ren #klaroline #johnny silverhand #zutara #cp2077 #eric northman #true blood #captain jack sparrow

[frogfrogfrogfrogoose]

#thank you and goodnight #i may have gotten a little carried away with the hearts and sparkles #fnaf #fnaf memes #dee dee fnaf #nightmare foxy #mangle fnaf #balloon boy fnaf #glamrock bonnie #fnaf 2 #fnaf 4 #fnaf 6 #fnaf ucn #fnaf pizzeria simulator #security breach ruin #fnaf ultimate custom night #no but really has anyone seen the new season of lego ninjago #i don’t know how to feel about it and i need to talk to someone about it #lego ninjago dragons rising

[krotiation]

Katagawa Jr is such a fun character to think about cause there's so much you can assume not just about him but also the Maliwan family as a whole based on his design and what little we actually know about him

I can't imagine he has a whole lot of loyalty for Maliwan itself cause he really did seem to care more about the Zanara than anything else. The barcode tattoo on the back of his neck? The ECHOeye (a whole eyeball compared to Rhys' lense) with a big M on it? He didn't get those to market Maliwan. He got them to show his father he's dedicated to the company and get ahead of the rest of his siblings who got a head-start due to him being younger

There's no actual family at Maliwan. Kat and his siblings are just cogs in the machine. Parental love? Never heard of it. You either dedicate your life to this company or you're not a Katagawa

Here comes Atlas, a small but growing corporation vulnerable to attacks and perfect for a merger to prove to Kat's father just how much he deserves his attention and praise. Oh, the CEO used to be a Hyperion lackey? He knows what it's like to give his life to a company ("family") that doesn't care for him? But somehow he got out. He made a name for himself, literally ripping out his Hyperion branding and giving himself his own, and now he holds the adoration by many, something Katagawa couldn't even get from his own father

On top of that Rhys is around the same age, at least compared to the old coots that are in charge of the other major corporations out there. He's so cool. Imagine being friends with that guy. But the Katagawa family doesn't do friendship, nor love, nor anything remotely fond

Katagawa doesn't know how to befriend people, much less someone who's supposed to be his rival. Getting to know Rhys, stalking him and learning about all his favorite foods and favorite theme parks didn't do the trick so really, what choice does he have other than to force a friendship with a siege? He needs Atlas to impress his father anyway. Rhys becoming part of the Maliwan family, not as a sibling but as a friend, and having no choice but to be around Kat is a nice bonus

Rhys doesn't budge however, not even as Katagawa destroys the things he loves and threatens to cut him in half. He's rejecting him, just like his father, and that hurts. Then this little asshole actually goes out of his way to destroy something Kat loves for a change. It's not enough to take over Promethea and Atlas anymore, Rhys needs to hurt too

#i might have gotten a bit carried away whoops #i can yap all day about him honestly #i just like getting into why exactly hes obsessed with rhys of all people #and why he's... y'know... the way he is #also i think its funny how we all say kat jr is like jack but hes really more like rhys than anyone #rhys has a way of getting overly invested (or a bit obsessed actually) in people he looks up to as well #just not at the same level as kat #borderlands #katagawa jr #rhysagawa #katarhys #txt #someone tell me what their ship name actually is cause ive seen like 5 different variants 😔

[whatisame]

bartylus but barty is too crazy for anyone to ever figure out or approach with the intent of dating and regulus is too hot and too emotionally unavailable so being best friends they naturally decide to do something 'stupid' like 'kissing' to see what all the fuss is about and holding hands and cuddling and making out and ofc inevitably develop feelings 4 one another

OMG INO you have absolutely no idea how feral I am about this !!! <3 My favorite codependent bfs. Acid drink personified meets triple shot expresso and together they're giving you cardiac arrest.

Chews cigarettes for breakfast/sugar bomb for dinner meets green juice enthusiast and it goes downhill immediately. Either way, downhill is more fun.

Barty and Regulus are an eccentric pair, to say the least. Very different from each other yet the same brand of dysfunctional; it's no surprise neither of them have had a relationship well into their school years nor that they have absolutely no interest in anything of the sort. They somehow get the feeling that everyone else is looking for their other half while they're already complete. Or it might just be the commitment issues. Either way, the truth of the matter is they're highly inexperiened and that along with their obsessively curious minds and blatant superiority complex does not bode well together.

They are two sides of the same coin which means that when Barty makes the suggestion, Regulus doesn’t bat an eye.

It is, after all, practical. Getting the hard part out of the way and getting to experience what everyone else seems so obsessed with--because god knows they're not pulling anyone of their own accord--is but the sensible thing to do. This, like every other part of their relationship, unfurls naturally.

One moment they're sitting on the couch, watching a dumb romance and Barty is asking: "Do you even wonder what it's like?", nodding at the epic kiss scene under the rain.

The next, they are kissing for the first time.

And it is painfully awkward.

They're frigid, with their unmoving lips being the sole point of contact between them, and about five seconds in they start wondering what on earth made them think this was a good idea.

It is Regulus that breaks first, laughter vibrating against Barty's lips. And Barty doesnt even have the decency to be offended. He pecks him reprimandingly, simultaneously burrying his fingers in Regulus' ribs which pulls another round of giggles off him. Barty kisses those, too.

Eventually the laughter dies down but they do not stop there. The gentle pecks turn into lips moving softly against each other's which in turn turn into open mouthed kisses paired with hands in hair and shoulders and waists.

So anyway, they never notice when the credits start rolling in.

Afterwards, they look for any possible excuse to kiss. At parties, for a dare, in name of pissing off homophobes.

Over time, both become meaner, rougher around the edges. They never do kiss softly again but that's okay becuase its not meant to be something romantic. Or that's what Barty tells himself each time Regulus gets that little mischievous glint in his eye, that unabashed curling of the lip, and he's thinking 'I would bleed myself dry to have a taste of it'. For Regulus, the thought comes whenever Barty's smile loses that sharp edge and turns into something joyous stretching wide across his face. They are jealous and possesive, and it's ugly as they fight tooth and nail for something they ultimately can not have.

And they hurt each other a lot. But that's okay because at the end of the day they are the ones that stitch the other back up.

#might have gotten a lil carried away #they ARE inconditional love reincarnated #no matter how 'ugly' they think themselves to be the other will always adore them for it #in a world that has done nothing but hurt them they should get to have that safe space w eo #bartylus

[k1ngtok1]

Does The Mechanic have a name or is he just The Mechanic? Does he come home after a long day of supervillain-ing like

“Honey, I’m home!”

“Welcome home, Mechanic!”

“Thanks, Mrs. Mechanic. How was your day?”

“It was good. I was told that Mechanic Jr. had a great day at school, as well.”

“That’s great to hear, sweetheart.”

#I might have gotten carried away #but the idea of a mrs. mechanic and a mechanic jr has me in tears #ninjago #the mechanic #ninjago mechanic #mechanic ninjago #mechanic doesn’t sound like a real word now

[teledild0nix]

so i'm writing an 8th year fic and h&d are taking a muggle studies class together in which they read one of shakespeare's plays, and i'm trying to write a final project (for which they are partners) but like. hogwarts academics don't seem all that uhhhhh rigorous to me (like we see the students complaining about having to write a foot of parchment which is essentially ONE PAGE HANDWRITTEN) and i'm a little worried that my assignment is too rigorous.

it involves a lot of like. thinking analytically and using your imagination wrt the motivations of people unlike yourself, and that's not rlly something they do much at hogwarts as far as i can see. BUT it is muggle studies, and like. they could definitely all use some practice at those skills, following the recent implosion of their society.

#i showed it to my spouse who is a hs teacher #'where are they getting the books for this research? are there wizarding books about macbeth?' no there are not #the professor chose macbeth bc it has these concepts that will be familiar to them like witchcraft and prophesy #but presented from a muggle perspective #and also bc shakespeare is foundational to english literature and culture and it's good to be familiar with his work #and also bc they don't have a lot of experience with art esp language arts which is so so so sad and this will broaden their world #and ALSO bc shakespeare wrote before the statute of secrecy was signed which hopefully sparks their imaginations #to what extent might shakespeare's work have been impacted by ambient magic? or rumors of magic? #and if they had like a regular english literature education #they could talk about like the role of outcasts in shakespeare's work and whether magical people fit into that role #but they do not so we have to be a bit more literal #for the students that are prepared to like dig into this stuff it could be a very engaging experience #but most of them will prob be a bit lazy with it right? and maybe just resent the assignment and not get much out of it #and like!!!! #this assignment is literally just an excuse to have H&D putting their heads together in the library #and bring their relationship/the fact that they've been warming up to each other and spending time together out into the open #in a plausible deniability sort of way #a friendship soft launch if you will #i get a little carried away about these details sometimes #like if i mention the characters getting sandwiches i will look up menus for places they could plausibly have gotten sandwiches in that are #to make sure the sandwiches i mention are reasonable sandwiches #i heard some dumb story about meghan markle freaking out about not being able to get avocado when she was in the uk #and i remembered a fic i had written where aziraphale and crowley eat egg and avocado sandwiches #and i felt ashamed #an implausible sandwich!!!!

[deathbymas0chist]

Could I please rq some more of sadist jamil? It's so fucking hot

Ofc!!! I have so much fun writing it and I plan on writing more for him in the future but so far take these headcannons i have for him!!

Content warning: Fem bodied! Reader , Hypnotism , dubcon , corruption , humiliation , sadistic Jamil, mild worshipping? (He makes you serve him) , overstimulation , edging , mirror kink , let me know what I missed!!

༒ He hypnotizes you!! Whenever you’re acting out and doing something really bratty, he would just look into your eyes and whisper his sweet little spell into your ears, making you do whatever he wants.

༒ He would always immediately shut you up, tell you to walk over to the nearest table and bend over, and absolutely wreck you! Listening to your moans, while you cant even think. All because you wanted to run your mouth to Kalim, and talk about whatever it is that got you into this situation.

༒ Another way I think he would punish you, is by overstimulating, or edging you, it’s a given! When he over stimulates you, I think he would do it for hours just to make you suffer, but no matter how much he gives, all you do is take. You have tears running down your face, and your a mess, but you still never say your safe word even though you’ve been begging for him to stop.

༒ But, when he does edge you, he’s sitting behind you, punching your nipple with one hand and holding a vibrator to your clit, and he wants you to watch as you try to chase your release only for it to be ripped away from you last second. Yea, that’s right he makes you sit in front of a mirror, and makes you look him in his eyes through it, but whenever you try and look away or close your eyes he would grab your face and force you to look at him while taking the vibe off of you and slapping your clit all meanly. </3

༒ And sometimes, if he wants to really feel powerful he would make you dress up in a maid outfit and get you to serve him. He would make you wait on his hand and foot, if he wants something to eat? You’re feeding him grapes. If he feels tired? He’s always gonna be resting his head on your soft chest, it’s the only way for him to feel comfortable! But, if he’s feeling pent up, then you’re in for it because he won’t stop until he’s drained dry, while your left in a mess of yourself, one that you have to clean up because its your job now! </3

༒ Adding on to him making you his cute maid that he gets to have his way with, He would be so annoying to. He won’t ever leave you alone and would always purposely make a mess, just to watch you bend over and try to clean it. He would purposely make you wear clothes that are a size too small and watch as you struggle with your short dress riding up every 10 seconds. If your wearing white panties, that makes it even worse because he can see how wet you are, and he would always humiliate you by laughing and sending you on your way to change them.

❦ 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒!!

༒ Even though, as much as I feel like Jamil would be a bully while fucking you, I think he would give really good aftercare. He might be an asshole, but he still loves you and cares for you a lot, and with him being able to do almost everything for Kalim, he would definitely treat you as if you were royalty too.

༒ He would definitely rub your skin with oil or something afterwards to make up for all the harsh treatment he gave, while whispering in your ears about how good you were for him, and how proud he was of you for taking all of that. If you asked for anything afterwards, you would immediately be given it, and a kiss on your forehead for good measure!!

#.⚠︎︎❦𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝.𝐭𝐨.𝐲𝐨𝐮.✞ #.𑁍❦𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤.𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.❤︎ #he honestly has my heart #i may have gotten carried away #with the maid bit but I can’t help it #he also has a corruption kink btw #god I want him to do unspeakable things to me I’m actually going feral #jamil smut #jamil x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland imagines #jamil twisted wonderland

[generic-magical-girl]

Okay but Mami is insanely strong and low key kinda broken when you actually think about it

Not counting Madoka (who is an outlier power wise because of time loop shenanigans) Mami is probably the strongest member of the Holy Quintet and one of the strongest magical girls we’ve seen full stop, being both incredibly powerful and highly competent/tactical

To start with the fact that Mami’s muskets aren’t summoned weapons like with Sayaka’s sword or Kyoko’s spear, but instead are made out of her ribbons not only shows Mami’s sheer dexterity and precision with her ribbon manipulation but also just how creative she is, for Madokami’s sake the girl literal got ribbon magic and just went ‘you know what would be cool to make out of this muskets’

Speaking of which Mami’s muskets have some frankly absurd firepower with her volume of fire ranging from average bullet hell game to almost enough dakka

Destruction wise her Trio Finale is basically a ballistic missile she can summon which is powerful enough to easily kill witches in a single shot or level buildings if she wanted, seriously in the Magica Record anime after she transforms into Holy Mami it takes everything Sayaka has just to deflect one of Mami’s Trio Finale (after getting her arms blow off trying to block it) and the resulting explosion is absolutely massive

Mami is also a very experienced fighter being a veteran magical girl with years of experience fighting witches and the occasional other magical girl giving her incredible awareness and instinct in battle

Even in a smarts/tactical sense Mami is pretty incredible not only using her ribbons in a variety of ways to give herself the edge such as swinging around to increase her mobility or restraining/binding her opponents but also how in Rebellion she managed to both work out a strategy to counter Homura’s time-stop and stealthy attach a ribbon to Homura without her noticing

So yeah basically Mami is actually a beast, what an absolute queen.

Oh, and she looks elegant and graceful as hell while being a badass.

#pmmm #madoka magica #random thoughts #mami tomoe #this has been going through my head the last 2 days #mami is honestly amazing #she deserves more recognition #I might have gotten carried away with the gifs #but a good argument has evidence dammit #my english teacher would be proud

[password-door-lock]

Mystictober Day 5-- Zombie

Content warnings: guns, minor character death (the character is a zombie believer)

“Hey, toy, you'd better—”

“Oh, thank god,” you cut Saeran off before he’s even finished slamming the door. Under normal circumstances, you would never try to talk over him, and not just out of respect. From what you understand of the hierarchy at Magenta, nobody cuts Saeran off— except, perhaps, for the so-called Savior, but as a general rule, the believers are terrified of him. You, however, have other things of which to be terrified— and now that Saeran is locked in this room with you, so does he. “Listen, I've got good news and I’ve got bad news.” It occurs to you that this might not be the best way to break the news to him, but you’ve already committed. “Which one do you want first?”

“Who the hell do you think you are to interrupt me?” Saeran screams, clearly already in a sour mood. He never responds well when you defy or contradict him, but he doesn’t usually start screaming at you right off the bat. As he crosses the room with startling speed, you can't help but shudder, your mind drawn back to the events of this morning. For a moment, you’re worried that Saeran might try to bite you, just like that believer, but no— all he does is cage you against the wall. You release an audible sigh of relief at the sight of his familiar face, his eyes as sharp as ever. He doesn’t take that very well, as you probably would have guessed if you could still think clearly. “I'm going to teach you how to b—”

This time, he's cut off by an inhuman groaning sound coming from the other side of the wall behind you, followed by banging and scratching that you can practically feel where your back is pressed against the cool plaster. “What the fuck was that?” Saeran demands when the noises have quieted. His breathing is heavy, and his hand is clenched into a fist where it rests on the wall above your head. It wouldn't take an expert in human behavior to deduce that he's as scared as you are.

“I was getting to that,” you explain, fighting to maintain a jovial tone for his sake. Usually, making him laugh is a good way to help calm him down, but you get the feeling that Saeran is beyond that point right now— to be honest, so are you. If he didn't have you backed into a corner, you would probably be pacing around the room, wringing your hands and fretting. “So, what happened is, the believer that came to give me my breakfast tried to bite me, and I was like, holy shit, terrifying, so I shoved him into the bathroom, and now, as you can see, he's making terrifying groaning noises and trying to get out. So, in conclusion, would you mind pinning me against a different wall? I can feel the, uh, pounding and clawing against my back, and the inhuman wailing is pretty loud.” You release a shaky laugh, deciding to omit the part of the story where you sat like a statue on the edge of your bed, praying that whatever was going on with that believer wasn’t contagious through skin-to-skin contact. You also neglect to mention the neon green blood vessels, the glassy eyes, or the frantic, automatic movements, as disturbed as you were by all of that.

“You said there was good news. What is it?” Saeran demands, momentarily distracted by your story. Not distracted enough to let you go, it seems, but he’s no longer threatening you, at least. “Don't tell me you were lying about that, too.”

“I've never lied to you,” you place a hand on his arm as gently as you can, though you’re not sure whether it’s for his comfort or your own. Maybe both. He's shaking, though that's nothing out of the ordinary— Saeran is usually trembling from head to toe when he comes into your room. The only difference now is that he can’t convince you that it’s all from rage, not with the snarling believer locked in the bathroom. “And the good news was that I trapped the guy in the bathroom. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I’m glad all the doors here lock from the outside.” Your bathroom door, unlike many of the others that you came across when you were allowed to explore this floor of Magenta at your leisure, also locks from the inside, but you’ve been betting on the fact that the believer isn’t in the state of mind to figure out the lock mechanism. To be safe, you also pushed a chair against the door, though if your guess about the believer is correct, you doubt that such a flimsy piece of furniture would actually do much to keep him at bay.

“Mhm. Your lovely fairy prince Ray wanted to trap you in here forever,” Saeran informs you, exerting considerable effort to try and look smug under these harrowing conditions. “He would have locked you up and kept you like a doll if you had given him the chance— you’re lucky I'm the one who's here instead.” He is grasping at straws now, trying to wrap his fingers around any control that he can get. 

“First of all, you're the one who locked me in here,” you point out, despite yourself. Maybe it would be better just to let him have this one, but in your defense, you’re terrified.  “And second of all, there's a scary bitey guy trapped in the bathroom! I don't like to throw this word around, but I'm actually pretty confident that we're dealing with a zombie.”

“There's no such thing as zombies, prince(ss),” Saeran informs you, like he hasn’t heard the very zombie-like groaning and wailing noises coming from the (former) believer that literally tried to bite you. “Are you honestly that stupid? They're made up.” He finally releases you, only to pound on the door to the bathroom. “HEY!” He roars. “You know who I am? If you don't cut out that racket and stop messing with my toy, I'll bring you to the basement and lock you in a cell, instead! Then nobody will listen to you, even if you're wailing or begging or whatever!”

But all he gets in response is garbled snarling and clawing at the door. “That's zombie behavior,” you laugh, beside yourself with horror. You're honestly impressed with your ability to hold yourself together for long enough to get the snarling believer into the bathroom and lock the door.

“I just said it wasn't a zombie!” Saeran roars. Evidently his plan is to take his anger and confusion out on you, which is nothing novel— however, you’re not sure how comfortable you feel with this particular display of strength, considering that it involves pretending that the snarling creature on the other side of a very thin piece of wood is anything other than a zombie. “Watch. I'll get him out here and deal with him myself.” For some reason, Saeran finds it necessary to pull the chair away from the door. Thankfully, the believer doesn’t seem to notice, or doesn’t understand how to use the lock— you don’t care which. All you know is that you don’t like this plan. 

You tug on his arm, but Saeran simply shakes you off. You suppose that it's your own fault for hanging off the sleeve of his suit jacket, but in your defense, he's trying to open a door with a literal zombie behind it. In your opinion, you're entitled to do whatever you need to stop him from releasing the fiend— you cling to him with all the strength that your fingers can summon . “You're going to get us both killed,” you protest.

“If he tries anything, I'll shoot him,” Saeran informs you, “Let me take care of it, toy. You don't know what you're talking about.” You might be persuaded by the warning in his tone, were you not so afraid of the real threat on the other side of the door.

As uncomfortable as you are with this situation as a whole, however, you do feel marginally safer knowing that Saeran is armed, and you allow him to reach for his weapon. It might actually be better if he gets rid of the zombie, although… What if there’s a cure for whatever this believer has? “I still don't think you should open that door.”

“Shut up,” he hisses, “I already told you what I was doing, prince(ss). You can't do anything to stop me— haven't you figured that out by now?”

You can't help but roll your eyes. “This is a really stupid idea.”

Saeran scoffs. “What the hell is wrong with you?” He ignores the groaning noises coming from the bathroom and unlocks the door, taking advantage of your shock— you didn’t think he was actually going to open the door— and tugging you behind it with him as he pulls it open and releases the believer into the room.

You’re honestly thankful that Saeran isn’t trying to face the zombie head-on, but that gratitude, like everything good at Magenta, is short-lived. “Hey,” he calls, and the undead creature whirls around.

You feel very confident referring to the believer as such, partly because his eyes are glassy and he's darting around with the the stiff, reflexive movements of a monster from a zombie movie, and partly because he tried to bite you, but mostly because he doesn't seem remotely afraid of Saeran— that's not typical for believers on a good day, and right now, Saeran is shaking with rage and terror while brandishing a weapon. Anybody human would at least stop with the scary snarling noises. The neon green veins really just drive the point home.

“See,” you whisper, “Zombie.”

Saeran's hands are trembling as he raises the gun. The creature charges at you. “Kill it,” you yelp. You can worry about the moral implications later, but you damn well did not decide to stay here so that you and Saeran could live out the rest of your miserable existence as zombies roaming the halls of Magenta.  “You have to kill it. Saeran, please.”

He closes his eyes for a split second, but before you can even accept your impending fate, he clicks the safety off and fires just before the creature reaches you. You’re too shocked to say anything. Saeran is breathing heavily, and as soon as his gun is put away, he clings to you with both arms. “What... what... was that?”

You've never heard his breathing so ragged. “It's alright,” you assure him, “It's going to be alright. You did so well— you saved us. It's okay, we're safe.” But you know very well that this assessment is not entirely true— after all, you’re still at Magenta, and neither one of you was ever safe here. In your defense, however, you're just as shaken as he is. How could you be anything else? If he'd hesitated for only a moment longer…

“How did it get in here?” Saeran breathes. Then, louder, “HOW DID IT GET IN HERE???”

You try your best to wriggle around and face him, but to no avail. He’s clinging to you with a vice grip. “You've gotta pull yourself together.” You hate to say it, but it's true— you have a vague idea of how zombies work based on what you’ve seen in movies, and perhaps the only consistent piece of lore is that if there's one of them around, it's probably safe to assume that there might be more on the way. “There could be more of them. Did you see anything strange in the hall?”

He takes a deep, shaky breath. “Yes.” No wonder he was in such a bad mood when he came in— he probably sought you out to blow off steam about it.

He doesn't tell you what he saw, or why he didn't bother bringing it up before, or why he was so convinced that the zombie in the bathroom wasn't actually a zombie. You're not sure you want to know— now that the believer in front of you has been taken care of, it's abundantly clear that he was not the only source of strange banging and groaning noises. You’re fairly certain that if the two of you leave your room, you’ll have more zombies to contend with. “What do we do?” You ask, as if Saeran would know. He might be an imposing figure around here, and he might have a gun, but other than that, he's probably just as clueless as you are.

“I have— I have to make sure my Savior is alright.” You've never heard him stumble over his words this way before. “You'll have to come with me— toy. Since... since I don't want...Well, I can take you wherever I want to. I don’t have to explain it to you.” 

You knit your eyebrows. You can deal with the name-calling and the refusal to explain his reasoning— the man just had to kill a zombie, after all; you can't blame him for being all over the place emotionally—  but you're not so sure about his plan. “You want to go back out there?”

“I have to,“ he informs you. ”Then…” It's clear he doesn't know what to do after that.

“We have to leave this place, Saeran,” you breathe, “You know that. It isn't safe—”

“It's not safe out there, either, prince(ss),” he spits. He's probably right, and you do see his point— there's no doubt that she mistreats him, but Rika is important to Saeran. You can understand why he would want to check on her, at least. You may disagree with him, but it’s his journey to go on, and you refuse to become just another person telling him what to do. 

“Alright,” you relent eventually, squeezing your eyes shut. As always, you will follow this man wherever he goes— whether that means staying at Magenta or walking into a hallway full of zombie believers— against your own best interests. This must be what love is, because it's rattled your priorities beyond the point of no return. “Let's go, then.”

#tw: guns #tw: death #I may have gotten a bit carried away with this concept #And I feel bad that so far for this challenge I've been writing mostly lighthearted fluff #And then all of a sudden out of nowhere Suit has to fight a zombie #MM_mystictober2023 #mystic messenger #mystic messenger fic

[arsonforcharlie]

'Scuse me, Bert, did you name yourself after the Canadian province?

this is the worst slander I've ever had to deal with on this webbed site

#alternate really funny answer i did not post because i know tone doesn't carry over the internet: #'i named myself after my DEAD GRANDMA you bitch' #and listen i know a lot of people from alberta #and relatively few who still live in alberta #sorry i have never been to alberta I'm sure its lovely but like the politics are point one #what a protofascist clownshow #sorry you unlocked stoned bert tag rants about canadian politics from the bathtub mode happy fake thanksgiving #am i also at least slightly biased because one of my ex albertan besties once overheard in a timmies: #re: newfoundlanders working in the rigs 'newfies? they're the fuckin mexicans of canada!' #sir what #i feel this ask has gotten away from me lmao sorry ama about provinces

[cheeriecherrymain]

Me: Mother, we should dress the baby up for halloween.

Mother: She's not even four months old yet, she doesn't need candy.

Me: I didn't say anything about candy???

Mom: But then why dress her up?

Me:....You know, just because you've dressed up two babies before now, doesn't mean that it's not still fun >:C

Mom: I've dressed up two babies before, which means I already know how much this one is going to squirm and fuss when she gets uncomfortable.

Me:

Mom:

Me: But-

Mom: You already bought a costume, didn't you?

Me: YES, look at it, it's a little pumpkin overalls set, with a matching hat-

Mom: She'll be too hot-

Me: I considered that when I bought the fabric. It's made out of muslin, so depending on what the weather is like, we can put it on her as just clothes, or we can get her cozy with something warmer underneath.

Mom:

Me:

Mom: You made this?

Me: Yes. the costumes at the store are scratchy and they smell weird.

Mom: ....we should try it on her to make sure it fits...

Me: I mean, it's pretty loose already. I wanted her to be able to wiggle around if she wanted to. Plus I added some extra snaps in case we needed some extra room, or she decided to get significantly bigger in the next month.

Mom: Honey, I'm saying that I would like to put the baby in the pumpkin suit right this very second, because it's very cute.

Me: Oh. Okay! I think Dad has her?

#and then my mother hunted down my sister with the same excited grin that I usually have #cherry updates #kind of #listen im just very enthusiastic about the baby #shes small but shes gotten a lot bigger #and shes so attentive now! #i usually suck with eye contact but its so easy to look right at her for some reason? #and she makes the cutest faces and smiles and giggles #she doesn't cry a LOT when she wants something but #she is baby so how else is she supposed to say she needs something? #when she does cry tho #oh boy she has a set of pipes #apparently i was also a very loud infant #it is what it is #i would post an adorable picture of her #but honestly the internet scares me a little bit and also my parents are iffy about putting her face on the internet #at least until she's old enough to understand what the internet is and what it means to be online #and get her consent for it #god they got so much shit from our family members for that decision #anyways im getting carried away #i promise im still alive and lurking around #im just totally infatuated with the tiny human #cherry news

[kotaerukoto]

More moments of Makoto weakness... Obviously he doesn't let himself go crazy, but the fact he even thinks this... He's not doing well at all. The reason why Makoto is strong is not because he's immune to feeling despair but because, at the end of the day, he's able to keep going and not give up anyway

#ooc ramblings. #alex rereads danganronpa // #god. damn. how shaky Makoto's mind is after an execution is always jarring to me because of how strong-willed he can be #i think dr3 is VERY bad but it has some tasty moments that I like. nowadays I'm a big fan of Makoto being susceptible to the despair #vid (even if I think the plot point that the remnants were brainwashed into despair was just really bad and took away #a lot of interesting things about their characters and turn to Junko's side that were implied in DR2) #because he's not immune to despair! Makoto's a regular guy who was just too stubborn to ever give up. who wanted to LIVE. who wanted #his friends to live. and he dragged his friends out of the pit that they had gotten stuck in and reignited their wills to keep moving #forward. and he carries all this hurt and despair with him too #the helplessness he felt in the game and the anger he felt towards monokuma and the despair he experienced is forever etched onto his soul #and the video exploited the incredible amount of guilt he feels for having (to him) failed to save the others in class 78. for having lived #where the others died #yet he keeps going and he will always reach his hand out towards others. his kindness was forged and tempered in FLAMES #god i fucking love makoto naegi. my goat

[missingn000]

#. #if this is the longest tpg chapter will u guys hate me #i mightve gotten carried away w sukuna pov and still have yuutas entire section to write which has multiple scenes #BWAH #i care less about word count than i have historically but crossing the 17k mark for a chapter is…..scary #lmk #tpg

[greyeyedmonster-18]

(carry me away is a breath away from 900 kudos, and will be my third fic to hit that number ((but for real???? what??? on earth????)) and i say thank you thank you thank you thank you a thousand times over. and i am also frequently reminder how much i love this fic, and the dialogue in it.)

“Thanks for the drinks, Remus.”

“You’re leaving?”

“I have a business meeting tomorrow morning.”

“On a Sunday?” Remus grinned a little, “I don’t believe that.”

“You shouldn’t. I’m a liar.” Sirius said, “And also drunk. So there’s effectively two strikes against me, and I bet I could get to a third by the end of the night. Or in the next ten minutes.” Sirius gave him a smile, “Anyway, I do have to head home.”

“I’ll walk you.”

“Fine, but only half-way.”

“How do we know when it’s half?” 

Sirius shrugged, “When I decide I’m no longer interested.” He gave Remus a sly grin before heading towards the doors of the bar and walking out into the warm city air. 

#carry me away #this fic in particular ruffled some folks feathers when i first posted it #and i almost took it down #i actually think after this fic was the first time i had ever gotten like scary nasty comments and anons on tumblr #and i am forever glad i didnt take it down #or change it to be more palatable #because the carefreee dialogue in this and all their exchanges #and the quintessential summer love vibe in this #is something i adore #so thank you to everyone who has shown this love as well #and for accepting my vision