#VICTOR CHAOS IS SO HANDSOME

[vvanini]

the gang & butters post covid evolution + hair versions

#south park #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #eric cartman #kenny mccormick #butters stotch #sp fanart #south park fanart #sp post covid #south park post covid #victor chaos #my art #i actually enjoyed doing this a lot #also stan looks so miserable i feel bad for him bruh #butters looks so cute i wanna hug him #he's so little 😭🥹🥺 #i like drawing kenny unhooded so that will be the default for him #VICTOR CHAOS IS SO HANDSOME

[zuhamuses]

♡ " The side effect "

Suitor: William Rex x Kate (MC)

Fandom: Ikemen Villains

CW: none!! Just fluff and chaos lol ♡

Prompt: Dressed in love

Note: My entry for @judejazza 's event!! I hope everyone likes this. Divider and header made by the lovely @natimiles <3

No one was expecting that the medicine Roger gave her would have this effect on her. He had first wanted to give it to Liam, but he wasn't present. Roger's second option was Ellis... who was also not in the castle.

It was something he had created himself. Roger had full faith that the medicine had the ability to heal a person quicker. A flu, migraine, anything else? You were gonna feel fine in no time (okay, somewhat of an exaggeration). That's when he heard that Kate was feeling unwell and... yes.

"Oh? Who is this beautiful young man...?" Kate's eyes were fixed on William as soon as he entered the infirmary.

He smiled at his lover and gave Roger a look.

"Ah, right. She will be fine in a day. Seems like I made a mistake with the medicine."

William nodded his head, the smile still on his face, and he went closer to Kate.

"Hello, Kate. How are you feeling?"

She giggled. "Great! Now that I have seen such a handsome guy. What's your name?"

He laughed, realizing that she was having troubling remembering him. Ah, it was somewhat sad. They were meant to go on a date but...

"William Rex at your service. So, Kate..."

Her big eyes were staring at him the entire time, and a goofy smile was on her face.

"Your eyes are telling me that you like me. Will you give me your time and spend the day with me?"

She gasped and quickly stood up, moving towards the stairs. "YES! What are you waiting for, pretty guy? Let's go! This feels like a dream - it must be - but I won't let my chance slip."

William laughed again and went after her. Roger cleared his throat. Well, that was interesting...

In the parlour:

Kate stared at everyone present in the room. Her face showed it clearly that she didn't remember any of them. Harrison and Liam were sitting and having a talk when they stopped to look at Kate.

"Woah, Katie! What happened?" Liam asked.

"Katie?" She asked, "You know me?"

"Will! What's wrong with her?" Liam looked crestfallen.

The red-eyed man laughed and shook his head. "She will be fine in a day, Liam. Don't worry."

Harrison chuckled. "You look like you are in a trance."

Kate nodded her head, suddenly very serious. "There are too many pretty boys here," she looked at William, "but I think you are the only one for me."

Harrison's eyes went wide, and Liam choked on his own spit.

"HUH?!" Liam let out.

"Damn... she's still in love with you despite her 'temporary case of amnesia'". Harry's voice was full of amusement.

William was biting back a laugh as he followed behind Kate, who was running towards the kitchen. She looked like a little child on a sugar rush.

In the kitchen:

"Oh! Pretty guy with long hair!" Her first instinct was to touch Victor's hair. The Queen's Aide was beaming at her.

"Aww! You flatter me, Miss Kate!"

William raised an eyebrow at his old friend, smile not faltering. "She's still mine, Victor."

"Aww, shucks. Kate you are just so cute!!! Would you like this fresh scone I made?"

"Ooooh! Yes, please."

And Kate was given a plate full of scones by Victor...

In the dining hall:

"Oh, hello, Kate!" Ellis warmly smiled at her. "Is there something wrong?"

"Ohhhh, pretty boy number four. I am fine. It's a weird medicine, and I think I have a memory loss, and I feel weird. But I am fine." She looked at Jude, "You look like a gang boss."

"Tch. Yeah, gon' make your ass go bankrupt."

"Haha, okay." Kate laughed.

Jude's brows were furrowed. He didn't even want to ask any questions.

"Come on, Will! Let's go outside!" She smiled at him. A smile that always had him weak.

"After you, my lady."

In the garden:

"You look really beautiful." Kate told Elbert.

"Oh... thank you. Al, am I beautiful?"

"Yes, of course... what kind of ideas are you having?"

"... nothing."

Kate took William's hand. "Hey... I am feeling dizzy."

He carried his lover to her room.

---

"Hmm... I still don't remember much." She told him. "My heart starts beating super fast when I look at you, though."

"Hmm? Really?"

"Yes. You have such pretty eyes... your hair looks so smooth, and you smell divine. Hmm, Will?"

"Yes, my love?"

"Can I borrow your cape...? It's cold."

He laughed. "Of course."

It looked better on her than it did on him. William wondered how she would look if she wore his clothes. Hmm, adorable. But first, he had to make sure his lover would feel normal again.

#☆ musings ☆ #ikevil x reader #ikevil imagines #ikemen villains #william x reader #william rex x reader #invitation2crownCC

[shoyoist]

— 𝟎𝟏:𝟒𝟒 𝐀𝐌 : hanma shuji.

thinking of shuji being an ardent lover of classic lit ♡ ~

on some nights, when he arrives at meetings a little earlier than scheduled — or on nights where he has to remain at headquarters long after meetings are over, hanma likes to head up to the top floor's longue, a hard cover copy of fyodor dostoevsky's crime and punishment in one hand.

he takes a seat on the sofa placed at the corner of the room, crossing one leg over the other and glancing out at the view provided by the glass office wall. the city blinks down at him, gradually getting darker, as the hours tick by and the lights start to go out.

the warm lighting of the room is sufficient for him to read easily, and sometimes, kisaki will have already turned the record on, leaving a disk from Queen's platinum collection playing in the background.

the atmosphere is quiet, relaxing and peaceful. hanma likes it, just as much as he enjoys clamour, chaos and catastrophe.

he opens the book, the cover and pages smooth between his large hands, and flips over to where he's placed the bookmark, and starts to read.

and really, he looks so elegant — poised and handsome, in his pinstriped suit that shows of his tall, muscled frame, with his coiffed hair and his gold-framed glasses that sit on the bridge of his nose as his eyes follow each word, narrowing in interest despite the fact that he's read the book about seven times already.

on some other nights, it's pride and prejudice, by jane austen. or les miserables, by victor hugo. even wuthering heights, by emily brontë.

but on nights like these when he's been away from you, his sweet little lover, for too long — when he misses you, when he yearns for your touch or to hear your voice over the phone, but knows that you're asleep at this time; he picks up crime and punishment.

why? because the first time he'd read this book, it was after you had gifted him a copy of it for his 24th birthday.

though hanma has always been interested in classic lit, it was on the outskirts, when he was younger.

he had read a few of the most popular novels, like little women, the great gatsby, and he even owned a paperback of american psycho (despite how the shopkeeper at the bookstore had warned him not to purchase it, thinking him just a young teen looking to find something dark to read).

he wasnt really one to care about his image, but he didnt exactly let many people know that he spent evenings and nights sitting around with his eyes glued to books about love, war and all that lies in between. it was a little secret, of sorts.

until he met you.

now, he has multiple collections of hardbacks of all his favourite novels, shelved in both his office and in his home that he shares with you. he buys the publications that come in the prettiest covers, collects audio books, and owns copies of every good movie adaptation.

and the hardback of crime and punishment he's reading right now? with the time ticking towards 01:30 in the middle of the night, as he waits for kisaki to be done with whatever unfinished business he's got before he can drive them back to their hotel — he's reading the book you'd gifted him.

when you'd discovered that he liked reading, and when you'd found out that despite it he had missed out on reading fyodor's famous novel, you'd sought out to get it for him.

on the second page, the one where only the title is printed out in bold letters at the center, after the page where the disclaimers and publication information are printed — there's a lipstick kiss on the top left corner.

happy birthday, my shuji. i love you!! written under the kiss, signed off with your name, in red pen.

the sin and punishment tattoos on his hands weren't influenced by the book, not really.

but you'd made that connection, knowing that he had the tattoos and knowing that he read classic eng lit, and when you'd gifted him the book, it was enough for him to favourite the story and have every line from it memorized, reading them over and over again.

and he's already highlighted, with a pen that came in a pale shade of red, the lines — "yet in their absence, i seemed to love them so much."

it's not the right context, and hanma knows that — but each time he passes the line, when reading through part 3 of chapter 3, he thinks of you.

he loves you so much, his heart aches. especially on nights like these, when he's bored out of his mind after a long day, tired but still held up in the office till the moon peaks and sinks down the sky, as the hours go by.

nights where he would do anything to be asleep, under the covers with your bare skin flush with his, your warmth melding with his own. his arms around you, your scent in his lungs, his lips against the back of your neck.

but he cant, so he sits on the sofa at the corner of the top floor's lounge and reads, until kisaki comes looking for him.

he's absorbed into the pages, dismissing the footsteps as they approach because he knows who it is without paying attention to them — and he only looks up, when his partner in crime switches off the music and clears his throat.

"oh hey, tetta." hanma grins, looking up, amber eyes glinting softly in the light. "time to go?"

"yes." kisaki answers, eyes skirting over to read the title of the book hanma holds, before he turns around to leave. hanma stands up, switches off the lamp on the desk beside the sofa, and follows.

the faint lights of the nighttime city outside pool into the now-dark room, throwing gentle shadows onto the floor as they walk across it.

kisaki is smart, but he doesnt need to be to figure this one out. he's picked up on hanma's little habit of resorting back to that same copy of crime and punishment, when he starts to miss you too much.

it's one of the only predictable things hanma ever does.

so he says, nonchalantly, as they wait for the elevator to make it up to their floor. "hanma. i think you'll be able to take some time off, soon."

"oh, really?" hanma turns his head to look down at kisaki, as his boss looks straight ahead, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his regular briefcase. "we're nearly done with this one?"

"yeah." kisaki says. "you'll get to go home next week."

and hanma smiles. he knows you're asleep, and that you probably fell asleep with your phone close to you as you lay on your side of the bed, scrolling aimlessly through it till your weariness overtook you — he knows there's a chance you would wake up, disturbed by the notification, if he sends you a message.

but he feels warm inside, and he cant help it. he slips his phone out of his pocket, as the elevator dings and opens up, and he follows kisaki inside.

contrary to his worries, your phone is on the nightstand tonight.

you'll only see it when you wake up the next morning, but your phone lights up in the darkness of your bedroom, signalling a new message.

⠀⠀⠀— [01:44 AM] shuji : miss you, babydoll. i'll be home soon ♡

#☆༉ rekha™ #☆༉ dulciloqui. #hanma fluff #tokyo revengers fluff #hanma x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #hanma shuji fluff #hanma shuji x reader #tr x reader #tr fluff #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers drabbles #hanma drabbles #hanma headcanons

[simple-seranade]

@hopepetal agent of chaos reporting for duty o7

Schlatt glances warily at his approaching opponent, the uproarious cheers of the crowd making his head pound. Rolling forward in a golden wheelchair, the man is dressed in a suit with a combination of colors so mismatched that Schlatt wonders if he even looked putting it on. To top it all off, a cartoonishly large top hat sits atop his head. Scars run across his nose and cheeks, proof of the battles he fought to get here- the disgraced president heard that crow guy’s wife got in a few solid swings.

He’s… ruggedly handsome, with a beaming grin and warm eyes behind the golden monocle he wears- even Schlatt will admit that. Still, something about him is sharp, a subtle piercing in his gaze as he looks Schlatt up and down. A voice as bubbly and smooth as a glass of champagne speaks up.

“So you’re my opponent! I’ve heard so much about you! The name is Scar, mayor of Good Times- and also the shopping district.” He sticks out a hand, which Schlatt slowly reaches forward and grasps.

He doesn’t know what he was expecting. But the feeling of the hand slotting firmly and perfectly into his, even just as a handshake, was definitely not it.

“Schlatt, rightful president of Manberg.” He looks his opponent up and down, studying him again, more intently. President, mayor… similar stories, in the end. Or, a small part of him that he quickly shuts up thinks, the beginning. 

“Now, Schlatt, buddy- can I call you buddy?- there’s really only one way this can go down. It’s great you made it this far, but as both the good guy and the HotGuy, I think it’s clear who this victor will be.”

Schlatt raises an eyebrow. “The good guy? Sounds rich from the guy strutting about in gold.”

“Things gotta be done for the greater good.” Scar leans back in his chair, surveying the former president. “Shame, too, a handsome guy like you could have gone far.”

Ah, so that’s this guy’s game. Jokes on him, Schlatt invented it.

“Well, the people like what they like. And my charisma and charm has gotten me this far, I wouldn’t count me out just yet.”

Something gleams in Scar’s eyes, and he glances around before motioning for Schlatt to bend down. He does so, only to nearly lose his balance as he’s tugged down by his tie.

 “I may be a business man, but I don’t think any amount of money I could charge for this would be fair. After all, you’re priceless.” Scar’s looking up at him with wide, faux innocent eyes, and oh hell, this is stupid, he’d have to be drunk to be flustered by this- oh wait. 

Whatever. As he said, two can play at that game. He plucks the hat off Scar’s head, holding it between them and the audience. “Call it a museum then, since you’re a masterpiece.”

Scar’s eyes widen, a faint pink dusting his cheeks before he smiles. It’s genuine, warm and sharp. “Well, I guess we’ve lingered long enough. Before the fight though-“ Schlatt’s too stunned to move as Scar tugs him down, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. It barely brushes him, but Schlatt can feel his face grow warm, much to his dismay. “- let’s meet up once this is all over, yeah?” The mayor says, finally releasing his opponent's tie.

All the president can do is nod as he straightens, balling his fists. Damn this outrageously handsome and charming man- that was his domain! Then again, he guesses that is what this battle is about.

Of course he manages to meet his possible match on the battlefield, both romantically and physically. He always gets this kind of luck.

Still, a small part of him still glows against the alcohol inside him as he dodged the first punch, excited for what’s to come- not just during the tournament, but after.

i wrote this solely to torture other tumblr users ngl, to all my friends: this was my feral indulgence for the week.

#do i even tag this #i don’t want to use the ship name #schlatt x scar #schlatt #gtws #crack #mcytblr sexyman #my writing #unfortunately #but this is chaos so it’s worth it

[purplefox-writes]

A Game of Chess (Tom Riddle x you)

Summary: You join a Slytherin party and end up playing chess with none other than Tom Riddle.

Word-count: 800

Content warnings: none

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The sound of music and laughter echoes through the stone halls of Hogwarts as you make your way towards the Slytherin common room. You're nervous, your heart pounding in your chest as you wonder if you made the right decision to come to the party tonight. You're not even sure why you were invited in the first place, but when two handsome Slytherin boys approached you in the library earlier that day and asked you to join, you were intrigued.

You take a deep breath and step inside. The first thing you notice is the opulence of the room. The Slytherins have outdone themselves once again, with velvet curtains, plush couches, and an enormous chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The atmosphere is lavish, yet eerie, with dark shadows flickering across the room.

The party is already in full swing, and you're immediately struck by the intensity of the music and the volume of the laughter. The Slytherins are dressed in their finest clothes, and many of them are already quite intoxicated. You try to blend in, make small talk with the people around you and sit by them while they play drinking games. As the night wears on, you realize that this isn't the kind of party you enjoy. You're more comfortable in the quiet of the library or the peace of the Ravenclaw tower.

As you peruse the bookshelf of the common room, touching delicately the spines of the books, you pause when your hand brushes against an intriguing title on charms. Suddenly, you feel a presence towering behind you.

“Not your scene?” A soft voice addresses you.

You look up and meet Tom Riddles onyx eyes, his hands held behind his back. You've seen him around Hogwarts before, but you've never really spoken to him.

"No, not really," you reply, returning the book to its place on the shelf. "Not much of a party animal."

Tom Riddle nods thoughtfully, his eyes scanning the books on the shelf.

"I understand the appeal of books," he says, his voice smooth and measured. "But sometimes it's good to break out of our comfort zones and experience new things."

You raise an eyebrow at his words, surprised that he seems to be offering you some sort of advice.

"Are you suggesting I stay at the party?" you ask skeptically.

Tom Riddle smiles, a small, enigmatic smirk that makes your heart skip a beat.

"I'm not suggesting anything," he says, his eyes meeting yours. “Follow me” he directs, turns on his heel and begins walking away without checking to see if you're following.

Curious, you follow Tom as he leads you through the crowded common room and up a flight of stairs to a small, dimly lit room. The room is sparsely furnished, with only a few chairs, a fireplace and a large chessboard set up on a table in the center.

"Have you ever played chess before?" Tom Riddle asks, gesturing to the board.

You nod, feeling a bit more at ease now that you're away from the raucous party downstairs.

"Yes, I have," you say, taking a seat opposite him at the table.

Tom Riddle smiles, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Good," he says, leaning forward to make the first move. "Then let's play."

The two of you engage in a tense game of chess, the pieces clacking against the board as you make your moves. Tom Riddle proves to be a formidable opponent, his sharp mind and strategic thinking evident in every move he makes.

As the game goes on, you find yourself getting lost in the thrill of the competition, the noise and chaos of the party downstairs fading away into the background.

It's only when the game is over, with Tom Riddle emerging as the victor, that you realize just how much time has passed.

"Wow, that was intense," you say, stretching your arms and legs after sitting for so long. "I had no idea chess could be so exciting."

Tom Riddle smiles, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Chess is one of my favorite games," he says, standing up from the table. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. "I wouldn't mind having a repeat of this experience," he says, extending a hand to help you up from your seat. "But only if you promise to give me a run for my money."

You take his hand, feeling a jolt of electricity at the touch.

"I will do my best," you say, grinning up at him.

"I look forward to it," he says, his tone playful. "I have a feeling you'll keep me on my toes."

As you both make your way back down to the party, you can't help but feel excited for what the future might hold between you and Tom Riddle.

#tom riddle fanfiction #tom riddle x you #tom riddle #tom riddle x ravenclaw #hp fandom #hp fanfcition #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle fic #tom riddle imagine

[memes-saved-me]

Did Billy or Steve get forcibly augmented? I remember distinctly katnisses makeover team saying they usually did cosmetic surgery on the tributes but they didn't do it because Cinna told them not too. I can't remember if you said they were in the quarter quell or not but if so what was their moment with the jabberjays like? Or the fact everyone was dying so quickly? Do we see interaction between them and the cast of the book? Billy and Finnick would be besties. ALSO I need more info on Johanna and Billy because they are absolutely a duo. What did they think about Katniss and Peeta defying the capitol with the berries? They saw the victory tour, the unrest in their own districts, did they buy their act?

Both of them refused and argued the fans liked their looks already so why change it. Their make up teams would have given suggestions or pointed out imperfections but Billy argued he was a lumberjack and that was part of his personality, lumberjack turned victor with proof of his past to prove it but had his hair cut short as a way to please them somehow. Steve got away with it because he was so naturally handsome and he came from money so didn't have injuries or signs of life on him compared to Billy.

Yeah they both get reaped and they are convinced it is a set up for everyone who showed any sign of dislike in Snow. Especially their relationship being a big no for the Capitol so taking them both out worked better than letting it go on. Luckily they would have avoided them as they are in a different section to Katniss, Peeta, Mags and Finnick but do run into something else (I haven't decided and might make one up for the mystery sections)

They hide in the trees with Billy helping Steve climb to stay out of sight but both of them are ready to fight for the other more than anything. Both planning to keep the other alive but don't hide their affection and relationship while inside the arena.

When they flee the jungle to the beach they run right into the main cast and Johanna instantly backs them up as her and Billy are somewhat friends from being neighbours and traumatised together so she knows about him and Steve. Everyone else is neutral on them hanging around but Katniss knows Billy killed his way to winning so isn't as trusting. Billy has really bad ptsd from the canon sound from the killing so every time it goes off he has to ground himself and Steve helps.

They 100% know something is going on but haven't been informed of the plan or that things are actually kicking off. Both of them thought the moment with the berries was amazing but knew they were in deep shit afterwards. Steve clocks something is going on in the arena with the group and informs Billy what Beetee is doing. When the group splits up they run off and Billy cuts out their trackers just in case but they get separated in the chaos. Luckily they both get picked up by the rebellion and not the Capitol and reunite in District 13.

Billy wasn't convinced of their act until he saw them interact in the arena but Steve always was.

#harringrove

[thedummysdummy]

My Roommate is a Sunbeam Incarnate

So I've been contemplating posting something entirely different than my usual offerings. You see, I've been thinking about how funny it could be if Victor and Kiro were roommates due to their entirely different outside presentations, but quite similar inside tenderness. So this is the introduction to what will probably turn into an ongoing fanfic.

What I want to know from you, my lovely readers, is if this interests you or not. Once you've read the intro, I would love if you would comment whether you'd like to continue seeing this content here or if I should post it elsewhere. I won't be offended either way, so let me know!

While Victor could easily have had any private residence on campus or even stayed in his mother’s house, he felt no regret as he stood in front of the unassuming door. It was the same generic grey as every other door on the floor and sported a silver “15.” Victor checked the back of the key, nodded when the numbers matched, and slid the key into the worn and scratched hole in the faded silver handle. 

    Despite the age of the lock, it turned freely and the handle turned with a soft click. Victor leaned his body weight against the door slightly and it swung open to reveal a standard dorm. Two twin-sized beds lined the east and west walls, with two old wooden wardrobes between the beds on the north wall and a wrap-around desk on the south wall. Ugly green carpet covered what had to be a concrete floor and the walls were a finished red brick, a room as inflammable as possible. 

    It appeared that Victor had arrived before his roommate, and as such he took the liberty of choosing the bed farther from the door. He dropped his bag on the naked mattress and looked around with his lip drifting slightly upwards toward his nose. At least it smelled…decent. The sound of footsteps caught Victor’s attention and he turned heel to make eye contact with his father. “Your bed that one, then?” Mr. Li asked, crossing the room as his son nodded and dropping the double armload of belongings onto the bed. “I think there’s really only one more trip if we both carry stuff up. Any sign of your roommate yet?” 

    Victor shook his head and followed his father back down to the car, his sharp eyes taking in the chaos around him. Freshman students in varying levels of excitement and terror scurried from the parking lot into the building like a hive of ants preparing for the incoming winter. The most energetic group were gathered in the northeastern corner of the parking lot, surrounding a golden-haired youth who could only be seen in snatches. 

    “Seems like that lad has quite the following already,” Mr. Li commented with a half smile as he leaned farther into the car to gather a couple of items that had fallen onto the floor of the car. “I’m sure my handsome son will have his own group of friends soon enough.” 

    “That’s the least of my concerns.” Victor shrugged and turned away from the noisy group of students with his arms full. His dad sighed, but didn’t bother to press the conversation. Both men gave the car one more check before heading back up the worn steps to number fifteen to drop off their loads. The pile looked rather small once loaded onto the bed and Mr. Li looked at it suspiciously yet again. Victor caught the look and shook his head. “Don’t even ask, Dad. I have more than enough stuff to get through the semester. And if I need anything, I can just go buy it.” 

    Mr. Li sighed, but nodded and pulled his son into a one-armed hug. “You’re going to do great. And if you need anything, just call.” He stepped back and looked Victor up and down with a swirling mixture of pride and sadness. “Is there anything else you need before I head out? I do need to be at the airport in about an hour.” 

    “I’m fine, Dad. Just call me when you get back to Loveland. Don’t worry about the hour.” Victor shot his father a smile and brought him to the door. They embraced once more and opened the door, allowing the sound of the hallway to pour into the room. And plenty of sound there was: the blonde boy and his entourage were headed Victor’s way, bringing with them their excited chatter. Mr. Li headed off down the hallway in the opposite direction and Victor closed the door, glad that the heavy wooden door and brick walls seemed to dampen most of the outside noise. 

    Moments after the door clicked shut, Victor heard the sound of a key in the lock. He turned away from the pile of belongings that he had begun sorting in time to see the door swing open and admit none other than the smiling blonde youth. “Roomie!” the newcomer exclaimed, his smile as bright as the sun. “The name is Kiro. How about you?” He stepped into the room proper and extended his hand.

    “Victor.” Victor shook Kiro’s hand firmly and turned back to his unpacking. His tone was curt and lacked the warmth and excitement of Kiro’s, but Kiro didn’t seem to notice. He tossed his large suitcase on the bed and flipped it open. The two quickly found homes for their belongings and soon found themselves sitting on their respective beds, awkwardly pretending they were alone and completely comfortable. 

    Kiro lay with his head resting on his pillow and one leg extended, the other with the knee in the air. He scrolled through his phone, often laughing and brushing his hair from his eyes. Victor, on the other hand, sat with his back against the wall and his laptop on his lap. He double checked his schedule, nodded, and closed the computer. A glance at his watch informed him that it was dinner time and he stood. “I am going to go down to the cafeteria. I don’t suppose you wish to join me?” 

    Despite his distaste for the noise and hubbub surrounding his new roommate’s arrival, Victor had no reason to dislike Kiro as of yet. He seemed fairly normal if a bit more extroverted than Victor, but that was fine. And he had…some strange sort of aura that made Victor feel like he wanted to get to know this blonde-haired, blue-eyed ray of sunshine that had been dropped on his doorstep. Kiro nodded with excitement and jumped up, slipping his phone into the pocket of his white capris. “I’m starving!” he exclaimed, beaming from ear to ear at the thought of his first meal as a college student. What might the cafeteria have? Lots of crisps and sweets, he hoped. “Let’s go before all the good stuff is gone!”

#trying something new #if you don't like it PLEASE let me know #victor and kiro #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc victor #mlqc #love and producer li zeyan #evol x love #love and producer victor #mlqc fanfic #love and producer #mlqc victor fanfic #mr love queen's choice #mlqc kiro

[mortalprinceoflies]

Guest Muses (for now)

Delaney Blackburn -

Age: 41

Gender: female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Species: human

Fc: Emma Stone

Appearance: long red hair, dark blue eyes, fair skin, freckles.

Personality: Aggressive, ambitious, protective, somewhat territorial, loyal, stubborn, a trickster, silver tongue, flirtatious, fun, outgoing, highly intelligent, proud nerd.

Relationship: Wife to Luke and mother to his kids.

Occupation: Contract Lawyer

Background: Delaney grew up in one of the few remaining Satanic witch covens in Georgia, but stopped practicing when she was a teenager for a number of reasons. She didn’t like how her coven leaders were treating the younger members. Her faith was waning because she didn’t feel like Satan was listening to her or anyone else. She hated having to hide so much of who she was from her mostly Christian classmates, which resulted in her being an outcast. College was an opportunity for her to make some big changes, and she took it wholeheartedly, experimenting with her personality, sexuality, hobbies, etc. When she first met Luke, she felt a connection unlike any other she’d made before. She knew she had to find a way to marry him! She didn’t start figuring out his true identity until later on in their relationship, thinking he might be the Antichrist at first, then realizing that he was actually Lucifer in mortal form. She became even more devoted to him then, determined to break his curse, or at the very least help him regain his memories. Lilith’s intervention put such a strain on their relationship that she wasn’t sure they would survive. Delaney was the one who brought up opening their marriage in an effort to relieve some of the strain, which Luke thankfully agreed to, but also explained that she was only being distant because she was working very hard on something that he couldn’t know about yet. Soon, but not yet.

Vigoraunt -

Age: 100+

Gender: male

Sexuality: Bisexual (strong preference for men, switch)

Species: Incubus

Fc: Cody Fern

Appearance: curly blond hair, bright blue eyes, tanned skin, fair features.

Demonic Form: pink and red highlights in hair, pink highlights on skin, blue eyes with black sclera, red horns, pink tail with a red heart at the end, sharp fangs and claws.

Personality: Charming only when he has to be, anger issues, loyal, determined, protective, a bit of a pyromaniac, vindictive, rebellious, has recently started using music as an outlet for his aggression (plays guitar), still gets into fist fights with mortals who try stupid shit, surprisingly patient with kids.

Occupation: Curio shop clerk, chaos inducer(former, basically his job as an incubus was to stir up trouble in the mortal world), Florist(former, back when he was mortal)

Background: Vigoraunt remembers bits and pieces of his mortal life. He knows he was a florist by the name of Victor in a small village outside of London, that he had a lengthy affair with a handsome nobleman, that there was a young lady who was eager to win his affections but unsuccessful. She kept pursuing him anyway, despite his rejections getting harsher with every attempt. When she found out who his heart truly belonged to, she declared to the village that his noble lover had bewitched him, seducing him into a sinful life of debauchery. There was a riot. The memory of his lover screaming, tied up and burning at the stake, is forever burned into his mind. Victor was naturally furious and heartbroken, and when he was at his most vulnerable, an incubus swept him off his feet and made him a deal: sweet revenge in exchange for a night of passion. Vig barely remembers burning the treacherous lady’s house down around her, but he remembers every moment of being used by the demon until his body was broken. He remembers awakening in hell, chained to the same incubus that had killed him. He remembers Lucifer himself breaking those chains and punishing the incubus for murdering him, as he’d never agreed to give up his soul. He remembers becoming an incubus himself, rising through the ranks over the course of a century of raising cain up in the mortal realm. His loyalty to the Morningstar never faltered, and when he heard of Lilith’s betrayal, he became determined to find the now mortal Prince of Lies and bring him back. It took decades, and things got…complicated. Due to a ritual he cast with Delaney, he now shares part of Lucifer’s power and life force with her and Luke to keep Luke from being crushed by it. He hopes to help Luke regain full strength, but will take quite a while. In the meantime, Vigoraunt has elected to take up a position at a local curio shop and stay with Luke and Delaney as one of their partners. He also got conned into being the guitarist for Jayden’s new rock band.

#🔥 out of suburbia 🔥 ooc talk #🔥 i am who i am 🔥 about #🔥 clever witch 🔥 Delaney #🔥 fired up incubus 🔥 Vigoraunt #guest muses

[bewitchingbaker]

Beth is using the fine grit emery board to smooth out Chris' nails before she starts painting them, and while she might seem lost in her own head, she tilts it at him and narrows her eyes. "Tell me 'bout ya play cousins back home."

The baker glances at Beth's television, damn near entranced by the animation displayed. As much as Chris loved watching Ewan McGregor and Sam Jackson's performances, nothing would ever compare to the perfection that was Gendy Tartkovsky's Clone Wars. Even at 29, seeing the Jedi flip and dash around the battlefield made his eyes widen in excitement.

Chris was happy to know Beth still had great taste when it came to a Galaxy far far away.

This was the best way to begin their weekend. Dinner, laughs and finally working on each other's nails. Usually, he would ask Jess for help whenever she was in town or he'd spend a few hours trying to make them look nice. No doubt taking the elder Riley sibling's words to heart.

Beth's silence means one of two things.

She's either just as engrossed in animated Mace Windu's display of the force. Or she's focused on making sure the paint is even. Honestly, Beth could paint anything on his nails. Clear coat? Amazing. Black? Perfection. Bright colors inspired by her love of the sea? Cinema.

He would be happy to display it.

Upon hearing her question, the baker gives her his undivided attention. His free hand rubs his chin.

Play cousins?

Compared to the Luna's, the Richardson's had a much bigger family. Every pair had a few kids, each just as chaotic as the duo of Chris and Jess. There were even honorary Richardsons thanks to his late father bringing them around all the time.

But two in particular come to mind. The king of chaos, Federico 'Rico' Richardson, and the ever so charming Victor 'Vic' Bennet.

A small smile spreads across his face.

"Oh man," Chris chuckles. "I'm sure you remember the dynamic duo. Vic and Rico? Rico's almost my height? Mustache with a new haircut cut every time he visits? Makes Jess's chaos seem normal?"

He shakes his head with a laugh.

"Vic's not my blood cousin but he might as well be. Not technically a Richardson, but his mom and my dad grew up together so she's sort of an honorary Richardson. He's a little shorter than us but he's handsome. Legitmatly buff. Really charming with the ladies back home...sometimes too charming and it gets him in trouble."

Chris motions to a framed photo of his younger days. Upon closer inspection, one could see an 8-year-old Chris with two friends. All three display a wide bloody smile and hold a missing tooth in their hands.

"Rico's hilarious and always got some kind of scheme going on. Almost like Jess. But his plans are always dumb as hell and for some reason, me and Vic were always ready to support his shenanigans. Like one time, he thought if we all lose our teeth at the time, we could get a little more cash from the tooth fairy."

A small laugh follows, though he catches himself so he doesn't mess up Beth's work.

"Of course, his plan was just for us to rip each other's teeth out using the old door method. Rico honestly let' out the loudest yell."

The baker lets out a nostalgic sigh.

"Vic is always our balance in the trio. Since Rico talks a lot and I can get quiet, he had a good balance of talking. Super smart like you, like he could give you a whole thesis on coding. I guess me and him both have the whole 'big nerdy guy' thing going on, although he's super muscular. Helps he can charm his way into anything."

A pause.

"Although there have been times he's charmed his way into a smooch just for the girl's boyfriend to pop up ready to punch his lights out."

Another laugh and shake of his head.

"They're both really chill about the whole..."

His hands motion to the various grimoires and paranormal items in his home.

"Magic thing. They think it's cool although I doubt they'd want to actually live on the weird side. I don't know...it feels nice to have the normal side accept it. Honestly, they have my back in magic more than the Lunas sometimes...."

Those soft brown eyes scowl for a moment at the thought. But he smiles once he looks at Beth.

"It's no surprise but they think you're cool. I agree wholeheartedly. "

Chris gives her a wink.

"Have you got a chance to see your mom's side of the fam?"

[ @brooklynislandgirl ]

#brooklynislandgirl #ic #LovingSpoonful!Verse #Dance Until Dawn: Chris and Beth #Painted Desert Moons

[toaster-hair]

why THE FUCK did NOBODY WARN ME that butters’s DICK AND BALLS were gonna be hanging out in the open uncensored n all just flabbing around in the return of covid special. 

I AM TRAUMATIZED. I DID NOT WANT TO SEE THAT!! I DID NOT NEED TO SEE THAT!!

#south park #south park post covid #lime #cuz tumblr is banning every tag now so i cant properly tag this post as ns/w #the fanart makes vic look all handsome but i still didnt want to see that #butters stotch #victor chaos #i let out an audible EUAGH when it popped out #toaster-hair

[creamymilkk]

Hello!! May i request headcanons for Kenny and Butters with a male s\o? Thank you in advance :)

💒 ♡ Adult!Butters/Adult!Kenny with a male s/o ♡ 💒

(Thank you for this request, I will be writing to them when they are adults. I will only do post covid and if you liked it or if i have time i would do the other one:). Since you didn't say adults or kids! I would do adults. if that's okay! Anyways enjoy and like i alway say just request me again if you didn't like this! Enjoy lovely 💕)

♡ Headcanons of being Adult!Butters male s/o ♡:

You would have worked with Kenny lab, (not the school lab ofc this is before.) You were very well known in the scientific world. Well.. not like kenny. You were the first scientist that has been close to Kenny.

Until he finally got in contact with one of his child friends like he said. Which was Chaos victor. (Butters) Kenny called him Butters but always victor would have corrected him. Saying he didn't know who was butters, since he was victor chaos.

You and Chaos would have hung out with each other since Kenny wanted to do bigger things and Chaos would have funded everything Kenny wanted. You thought it was really sweet and kind of two childhood friends doing something funny, though Chaos would have never said that.

You and him got close, and he would always try to make you buy NFTS. (If you thought it was dumb version:) You always explain how buying NFTS was crazy and would of never worked to “make some money.” He understood where you came from so he would have worked on his speech to make people buy them not you, for some reason…

(If you did think it was a good idea:) You would have bought some because of the NFTS, and chaos would have been overjoyed but he wasn't? He felt bad for “scamming you” so he stopped but still explained.

Either version you picked, you loved how he would have so many emotions about this, NFTS. and loved everything about him, how handsome he was..he always explain NFTS like it was the only thing it mattered.. How cute/handsome he was in his suit… then it hit you.

IT HITS YOU LIKE A BUS.

You had feelings for Chaos Victor.

Your best friend, friend.

Kenny already knew how close you were and already knew you liked him.

Being the nice friend he was, he would have helped you out to make moves, since kenny is such a lady man. Even though you two were guys. He didn't care as long as you two were happy.

You were always so shy around him and tried to get far away from him so you won't spill out how felt.

Now which (Butters.) To be honest, HE ALREADY HAD FEELS OF YOU. Ofc he was shy af around you and kenny would have said that's how he always was and not to mind that.

He loved your personality, your eyes.. Everything.

Kenny would have set you guys up on a date.  And..

BOOM

You and him started dating. And here's how he would treat you.

He would treat you like the prince. LIKE A KING. take you to a nice dinner, help you out, and understand what you wanted and didn't want. He trusted you, and told you about his trauma. Which you always tried to make him feel better.

NOW he went to the psych ward, you were both sad! :( you always tried to visit him until your best friend kenny died, you thought life hated you...

NOW LET'S SKIP ALL THE SAD MOOD

Overall he would be such a nice boyfriend to you and you would be also!

Just such a 10/10!

Now in the end of return of covid, you guys would have owned the dennys together and got married yay! And kenny would of been so happy for you guys!(or still stayed boyfriend and boyfriend if you weren't ready for that<3 all he wants is to be happy with you)

♡ Headcanons of being Adult!Kennys male s/o ♡:

Like I said before you would have been his sort of close lab partner, would have met in some sort of science conventions and you already knew how smart and how many ideas Kenny had in his work.

He would have let you work with him knowing how smart you were, because he loved to talk to you with anything.

You knew all the plans he had and the crazy ideas he had, you thought how he was so smart and the ideas were of course crazy since no big scientist would have thought of that. But that just made kenny.. Kenny

He didn't tell you about his childhood and his friends…

ANYWAYS.

You guys would have hung out in work and out of work, for so many years. And enjoyed each other's vibes??

You already knew how badly he wanted to be rich and “have all the bitches/hoes in the world” his words not yours.

It just made you feel sad.

Until..

You thought about it.

YOU HAD A CRUSH ON KENNY.

KENNY.

YOUR BEST FRIEND.

You already knew he didn't like you like that.

But on kennys side.

He always had these weird feelings.. He always passed them as nervous feelings about his plans etc. but it always happened around you for some odd reason…

AND IT HIT HIM.

He liked y/n.

So he always tried to be the best man, so you would have liked him too.

And finally.

You said how you felt.

You knew you didn't like you but it kept being in your mind, and just wanted the feelings to be gone..

You already heard the “I don't feel like that..'' but.. He said he felt the same? You thought you were dreaming but no.

And it started like that, you too would still work together but closer, and he loved that. You did too, he would be so nice and kind to you. Always tried to make you happy and understood he wanted to have.. Bonk bonk. If you want to, okay great! But if you didn't. He would wait for you until you felt ready:)

Just such a 10/10

He told you everything with his “dickheads friends” and you supported him!

Until.. I died. You knew what he would do but you felt so sad.. He told you he would find you in the future and still have this.

NO MORE SAD :(

In the other ending, you would have been still boyfriend and boyfriend (or married) , his friends (stan, and kyle!) would have been happy that their best friend was with such a nice and sweet man!

💌 - Goodbye cutie <3

#south park #kenny x reader #kenny #butters stotch #butters x reader #butters x y/n #kenny x m!reader #Butters x m!reader #male #male reader #headcanon tag #x s/o #south park x reader #South Park x s/o #small writer #small account #request #reqs open

[zhongliologist]

In the Dark | Childe Smut

Pairing: Childe x fem!reader

Genre: SMUT!! SMUT!! SMUT!!

Words: 1.9k

*WARNING!! THIS IS PURE SMUT. IF YOU ARE A MINOR, IT IS UPON YOUR DISCRETION. PLEASE READ RESPONSIBLY* 

A/N: MERRY FCKN CHRISTMAS Y’ALL!!

It was never clean cut or anything.

Like shadows in the dim light, everything was vague and hazy—thinly veiled by smoke and meaningful lies. There was never an agreement, yet as soon as your eyes meet and fingers touch, such tumultuous desire could never be denied. Just like how the both of you play and reside underneath the shadows, you breathe deception and swallow bitter truths while honey and milk drip from your lips.

He, as a Fatui Harbinger, was an omen of chaos wherever he went. He craved anarchy and disorder; his blood curdling with excitement whenever cataclysm befell. You, on the other hand was a product of desperation; pushed further and further into the darkness until you wore it like a second skin. You were the eyes and the ears of anyone who paid you handsomely, knowing no loyalties except towards the golden coin.

Yet, in some arbitrary reason, the both of you knew instinctively what the other needed—thus no physical or verbal contract has been made; only consensual desire written on skin as lips touch with fervor.

And that is where you found yourself, dragged in a dingy room of a musty inn with deep dark blue eyes piercing through you with unbridled desire.

“N-Not here….” You whispered, as his lips left you in a moment of repose. “Childe!”

“But I want to fuck you right here, princess.”

He only chuckled darkly; your wrists pinned on the brick wall as he attacked your neck with a voracious appetite. Pressing his warm body against yours, you could easily feel your sobriety slipping away and replacing it with lust.

Yet if only it were that simple, the both of you would have never repeated this vicious cycle over and over again.

“That’s enough!”

In an impulse, you pushed him away; your nails leaving scratches on his neck like a decorated scar.

Your body was heaving with eyes crackling like thunder. The air between the two of you permeated densely; charging with heat and electricity despite the distance.

Childe could feel you preparing to strike, like a snake judging the right time to lunge at their prey. He knew that if he moved an inch, he’d be electrocuted in an instant. Yet it only made his eyes dilate and his blood rush faster.

“And here I thought I’ve had it easy,” he began; a smirk hanging from his lips. “Took you long enough, princess.”

You scoffed at him. “I’m not like you.”

At your words, he arched a brow.

“Oh?” He began circling around you, like a predator to a hapless prey. “You’re not like me…what a funny thing to say.”

Childe mused to himself, flicking his hand to toy with droplets of water between his fingers. You felt uneasy at his flippant tone, knowing full well that he was contemplating something, and usually it wasn’t to your favor.

“You, who would drag your fingers on my arm while nobody noticed. You, who would keep on denying me, but want me more than anyone. You, who keeps on saying we’re not the same? Wow.”

Completing a full revolution, he then stopped behind you. Even without seeing, you could feel him breathe behind your back; hearing the sound of water moving to the motion of his fingertips.

“Wha—!”

You tried to turn around yet the cold wet droplets slid up your neck, making you stand rigidly in place. You could feel water move against your warm skin; the contrast making you shiver—he wasn’t even touching you yet you were already at this state.

“Yet look at you now, princess. We barely started and you’re trembling…” his voice had a mocking playful lilt; both sexy and charismatic.

“Just say you want me.”

It was disgraceful.

Fueled by your wounded pride welling up in your chest, you jerked back and launched a series of electrical currents towards him. Childe easily dodged the first few, yet couldn’t avoid the rest. However, instead of jerking away like you expected, he dashed towards you; seizing your wrists and pining you back on the wall with a loud thud.

Even with your wind knocked out of you, you could feel electricity still coursing on your skin—continually emitting waves towards Childe who was stubbornly strong, despite being electrocuted.

“Aahhh….Princess…” he muttered, his lips trembling. “You really are something, aren’t you?”

Struggling to remove your wrists from his grasps, you grimaced at how he pushed even harder. In this game of push and pull, there is no clear victor. Yet victories aren’t the reason why you keep coming back. You knew there was something primal, something twisted running underneath your veins whenever Childe pins you against the wall like this; feral eyes blown wide.

“I never realized how much you’re in denial,” he grinned. “You’re not like me? Bullshit.”

Leaning close to you with lips mere inches from one another, Childe stared right at you with those ocean eyes, daring you to sink further into the abyss.

“We’re cut from the same cloth, Princess,” he purred, his knee pressing against your apex. “You like it when I fight back. You like it when I’m rough with you. You want me to fuck you hard and rough until you cry out in pain and pleasure. Am I right, Princess?”

At his words, you could only glare at him; not trusting to open your mouth when he was rubbing you at the right places.

“I trust your silence means yes,” Childe amused himself, his lips brushing against yours. “After all, people like us…we need to feel things quite intensely, don’t we? Mild, gentle, sweet…those things just don’t cut it anymore. You and I…we’re the same sort of crazy.”

His lips then crashed against yours ferociously, biting and nipping on your until they were swollen. Of course, you fought back. You bit on his lower lip until it bled, yet instead of pulling away, Childe on grinned and pried your mouth open with his tongue. You can taste his blood and the sheer lust he poured into the kiss. It was both intoxicating.

“You’re amazing, princess,” he purred to your ear, his knee grounding against your core as you rubbed yourself for some friction. “Ah, fuck. I’m so turned on.”

“C-Childe…!”

You tried to push him away one more time—or else this game would get boring, right? Yet he was prepared for it, catching your wrists and turned you around, effectively pushing you against the wall. You can feel his hard on pushing against your butt.

“Now, now. Be a good girl, princess. I’ll make you feel good in a sec.”

Releasing one of your hands, he relied on his weight to push you to the wall as he turned his attention to your already wet cunt. Pulling aside your garments, Childe’s fingers slid inside your underwear and began to rub your sensitive clit.

“W-wait…! Nmmhhn….!”

The sudden stimulation made you moan, closing your eyes as you felt your strength giving away at how much he was pleasuring you.

“Now, that’s what I wanna hear,” he whispered, sliding his tongue on your exposed shoulder. “Scream out my name next time, princess?”

With those words, he continued to make you feel good. Childe’s fingers brushed against your dripping wet slit, making it easy to circle around your nub. You could no longer keep your thoughts coherent; it felt so good that you couldn’t really think of anything else, much less stopping. The sound of his seductive humming kept you going, clouding your mind with a heady haze.

Eventually, he slipped two fingers inside of you. Long and agile, he could reach places you could never reach on your own. It didn’t help how he already knows which spots to send you over the edge. With just one push against your walls, your back arched, squealing in delight at how good it felt to be fingered by him.

“C-Childe….! Fuck…! P-Please…I—” you panted, turning your head towards him.

He smirked. “Oh? Is there anything you want, princess?”

You grimaced. You knew he wanted you to say it directly to him—to say how much you wanted to get fucked by his large cock which kept on rubbing against your ass. It would hurt your pride but—

He pushed his fingers against your sweet spot once more, interrupting your thoughts as you had to moan the pleasure he was giving you.

Pride, it doesn’t matter right now.

“C-childe….!! G-Goddamn it…mnnhmm…! F-fuck….me…please fuck m-me…nghh…! Hurry….!”

Smirking against the nape of your neck, Childe chuckled. “Well said, baby girl.”

With one of his hands, he pushed aside the rest of your clothing as he unzipped his pants. You could feel his hot and hard length gliding against your slit and coating it with your juices; the head of his cock brushing against your clit and making electrifying sensations throughout your body.

“S-stop…stop teasing me….aahhh—!C-Childe…! Childe…please…!”

“Here you go, princess!”

With one push, he slid his cock inside of you all the way to the hilt; making you keen against the wall. As soon as he was in, Childe began pounding against you as roughly and ruthlessly as he could. You could feel his length pushing all the way to the end, hitting all those wonderful spots which made you see stars.

“F-fuck princess…! You’re so fucking hot…!” he groaned to you ear as he nibbled on it, keeping his pace relentless as the grip of his hands to your waist.

He was already so addicted to this pleasure—of dominating you, of winning against you who kept him on his toes. He wanted you so much that if possible, he’d keep you as his. And of course, you were already his, as much as you had already ensnared him to be yours. It was toxic and definitely dangerous—but that’s where the thrill comes from.

“Mine,” he growled against your skin, filling every possible space on your shoulder with his marks. “You’re mine, princess…”

“A-ahh…! Ohhh! Childe…fuck…yes!! H-harder!”

He kept on pounding into you, his hand wandering to your breasts as he fondled them. You could feel him so intensely now, his hard cock rubbing your walls as he kept on stimulating your clit. Any moment now, you’d be sent to the edge.

“H-hey…can I come inside…?” he whispered on your lips, giving you small kisses here and there.

With half-lidded eyes, you caught his lips once more, giving him one long drawn kiss before replying. “It’s…fine…nghh! Fill me with your cum….!”

Definitely satisfied with your answered, Childe then pinched your clit without warning, surging pleasure throughout your whole body. You could feel your fingers and limbs tremble at how intense he was pounding into you; your head resting on his shoulders as Childe fucked you from behind.

“O-oh god—! C-childe!”

With one sharp thrust, you were pushed off the edge—coming so intensely as if you could faint from ecstasy. Your walls clamped hard on him, making him groan your name over and over again. A few erratic thrusts after, Childe finally came inside you as he bit your shoulder, filling you with his seed; the warmth spreading all over your lower half.

Falling down from both your highs, Childe began to lick the wound he had made on your skin. For some reason, he liked the taste of blood, more so yours.

“C-Childe…” you muttered, once again turned on even after you had just orgasmed.

He smirked. He knew right away what you wanted, and pushed his half-hard dick still inside you.

“You know princess, I think we’re really made for each other.”

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #childe smut #genshin impact x reader #nsfvv #i never thought i'd see the day i'll write childe smut

[darling-dummy-blogs]

...

I've posted part of this on my Twitter, but I want to post on here as well.

Here's to hoping MLQC/Elex will resolve this issue sooner and that nothing bad will come out of this... I cannot stress this enough when I say that I'm worried for what will become of this game. And I am scared to lose the one (of many) good things that I've got going for me at this time..💔

This game has helped me in my darkest times and has been apart of my life for nearly 3 years now. I've invested my time and money into this game and I loved every moment, date, story plot and time I shared within the game. I love all the characters and I love the voice actors. They were and still are, all beautiful and amazing. I give my respect to all the VA's.

As for the heartbreaking situation, I'm still numb to it and devastated. I barely slept last night when I found out the news. However, as the VA's for Kiro and Gavin had spoke out about how they feel and where they stand on this situation. I've become more worried for the future of Mr Love: Queen's Choice. (It's honestly been so unsettling that it's caused my anxiety to flair up and I'm barely managing to calm down as I write this...)

It's honestly sad to see this fandom go down like this, and it's utter chaos. But I can only hope... That this won't be the end.

I'm trying to think positive and to not give up on this game. Because regardless of what has occurred in the past 24 hours, I still love this game. I will not stop playing it. That is my choice. Take what you will from that. Even if it will be hard for me to continue.

As for my content... I will not stop posting. As I've repeatedly stated I love this game. And I especially love posting for the characters. Specifically Victor. He is my comfort character and I love him so much. He has been a huge inspiration for my writing and is what started my journey in writing. Not only that but he is what is most popular on my Tumblr (from what I've seen. Even though I only post Victor stuff these days lol)

I've met so many wonderful and talented people in my time here writing for MLQC. And I'm thankful for each and every one of you I've encountered, collaborated and talked with.

...

So I'll state this again: I will not stop posting Victor content. With that being said. Thank you for taking the time to read this and my content.

My update for A Dummy's Heartbreak will continue tonight in hopes that I'll feel a little better.

But whatever happens... I love you all. ❤

Have a cute picture of Victor to somewhat brighten your day~

Look at that handsome smile ❤ How can you not love this tsundere CEO? 🥺❤

#mlqc #mlqc victor #victor mlqc #mr love victor #mlqc li zeyan #mr love queen's choice

[thebisexualdogdad]

Being the oldest Alvarez sibling headcanons

Co written with @inhumanshadows

· after high school you had decided to study abroad where you met your boyfriend only to surprise your family six months later by being like “program was canceled so here I am”

· Pen "and uh.. Who's this?" 

· "My european boyfriend that's staying with us for a bit" 

· Elena and Alex whispering while Pen is malfunctioning "oh this is gonna be good"

· Lydia pretends to be excited but drags Pen into the kitchen "we can not let that incredibly handsome man stay under our roof with Y/N. What if they do the freaky deaky and Elena and Papito get ideas about sneaking people into their bedrooms"

· Pen: “okay first of all mami... ew. Second... why don’t we have some trust in him and simply lay down the ground rules.”

· "Ground rules smound rules I know you snuck that Jason boy into your room in high school!" 

· "Wait you knew about that? You know what don't change the subject. He's an adult and adults should have some more freedom" 

· "Why? He is not the pope!"

· And since they’re having this conversation in the kitchen you pop up and are like “I promise no funny business or anything will happen.”

· "I'm keeping my eyes on you two"

· “I expect nothing less Abuelita.”

· And you bet when Elena’s Quinces rolls around Penelope has to hold you back. Your boyfriend too

· Your father was just as douchey when you came out (but somehow even worse because he thought it made you less of a man) so when you saw him treating Elena the same way you were ready to fight him right there

· You let him leave and when Penelope went to convince him to come to the Quinces he was still acting like a douche and said something that made you cold cock him

· “I’ve been waiting for years to do that!” And you storm out while your mom makes sure he’s okay

· But she definitely tells Victor he deserved worse

· You hug Elena so tightly and tell her that you will always be there for her even if he won't

· And you were there when Lydia was like “do I go against the pope and god?? Who the hell do I think I am??” And go “did Abuelita just figure out how to get rid of homophobia in 12 seconds?”

· "How has my boyfriend not run away back to Europe seeing my crazy family"

· Your boyfriend is like “cause your family is exciting and fun.”

· You eventually move out but not far (Schneider let you have an apartment with discounted rent until you figure out what you want to do)

· You and Schneider are basically besties

· Schneider is like “you don’t need to pay rent.” But you make a deal that you will pay half and that's it.”

· You eventually get a job at the farmers market and Elena is so excited about you helping out the economy with locally grown producee· "Elena I love you but i had no idea what you just said" 

· Lydia "join the club"

· Elena makes a pamphlet about what she was trying to say

· “Oh well yeah. That’s good to know.”

· Pen still makes you help out with the family, driving Alex and Elena to school, taking Abuelita to church, picking up groceries when she doesn't have time to

· You of course help with family stuff and even make dinner when everyone is busy

· You mourn the loss of miss reznik when the car breaks. “I learned how to drive with Miss Reznik

· Alex "didn't you lose your virginity in miss Reznik?" 

· Pen "you did what!"

· “Alex!! i told you to be quiet about that!”

· “You had sex in my car??”

· “I had her cleaned!”

· "Is that what that smell was? I thought a squirrel died in the engine again!"

· “Well to be fair a squirrel did die like a month after she was cleaned

· The first meeting of both families when your boyfriend's parents visit from Europe is a lot of controlled chaos 

· Both his mom and your Abuela's accents are so thick neither can understand each other

· Your boyfriend's mom whispers to you after a conversation with Schneider "he's not related to you right?" 

· "No he's just always kind of here" 

· "oh thank god"

· You stifle a laugh. Then tell Penelope about it and everyone is like “that’s the typical reaction.”

#one day at a time imagine #penelope alvarez imagine #lydia riera imagine #elena alvarez imagine #alex alvarez imagine #x male reader #headcanons #co write #inhumanshadows

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 276: Our Turn to Save You

Previously on BnHA: In a refreshing change of pace from the usual “the adults refuse to tell the kids anything” shtick, Deku and Kacchan flew around trying to get Tomura’s attention while refusing to explain jack shit to Endeavor! Deku eventually thought to ask Kacchan why he was getting in on this, and Kacchan launched into a two-page Denial Speech which seemed expressly designed to prime him for losing his quirk any fucking second now! Tomura then showed up and the two of them were all “KJSDLFK” but thankfully Gran dove in to rescue them from dying INSTANTANEOUS HORRIBLE DEATHS, and reminded them that there are practically SIX WHOLE GROWN-UPS left who can definitely still fight Tomura and won’t die at all!! And one of those grown-ups is Aizawa! Who’s getting ready to fight Tomura now! Listen Horikoshi you fucker, when I asked for more Aizawa angst and badassery this ISN’T WHAT I –

Today on BnHA: Tomura is all “THIS QUIRK WON’T STOP ME BECAUSE I CAN’T READ” and sort of shrugs it off and continues to kick ass even though his Decay and AFO powers aren’t working. The pros all try to stop him with Endeavor taking the lead, and because THEY ALL SUCK, APPARENTLY, nothing they do is effective in any way whatsoever! Meanwhile Gran dumps Deku and Kacchan off and is all “YOU’LL BE FINE HERE” which is the most ridiculous thing anyone in this manga has ever said, and then pretty much as soon as he says it at least nine more High Ends (excuse me, NEARLY High Ends) just POP UP OUT OF NOWHERE and are all “RARR” and the heroes are all “oh shit” and Tomura is all “lol yeah I actually had more High Ends this whole time” and Ujiko is all “it’s true!” and, fuck. The chapter ends with Tomura charging in to kill Aizawa only to be intercepted by MY TWO PRECIOUS BABIES, MY DARLING LITTLE HERO HATCHLINGS, and...!! I blame Gran for this.

gotta say, my sense of time is distorted enough as it is these days without chapter leaks coming out A WHOLE ENTIRE DAY EARLY out of nowhere. not that I’m complaining, because I want to see Aizawa kick some ass & immediately lose his fucking quirk as much as anyone, but it is disorienting

anyway time to dive into this chapter which I predict will be titled “everything instantly goes horribly wrong.” I’ve had a lot of time these past two weeks to think about what is going to happen next, and I’m pretty sure I nailed it you guys

so we’re opening with a familiar sight

I like that Horikoshi thinks that helicopters go “chop chop.” well, close enough

anyway, so yet again we have a scene in BnHA of a town in the process of being destroyed by villains while a helicopter whirs (WHIRS, Horikoshi) and chuffs (SOMETIMES THEY CHUFF TOO) anxiously nearby. I wonder if this helicopter is going to fucking disintegrate. that’d be something new

ARE YOU GOING TO DIE, MISTER LIVE REPORTER SIR. OH MAN. OH GOD I’M ANXIOUS

dozens, you guys! there are dozens of them left! not to worry then. the good guys definitely still got this

oh hey it’s that news anchor with the cutely fucked-up backstory of chopping off his own horn so as to more handsomely report the news

oh god don’t tell me this whole thing is going to be broadcast live. that’s all we fucking need right now. I wonder what’s going to throw society into chaos more, the reveal of just how powerful Tomura is now, or the exposure of what the government-mandated child soldiers get to do during their super-educational practical on-the-job training! no coffee-fetching for these kiddos! we’ve got ‘em rolling up their sleeves and getting their hands good and dirty!

oh hey and it looks like this means that All Might will get to watch protege #2 lose his quirk live on TV -- HEY WHAT ARE YOU SERIOUS

BAD BABYSITTER!! MY GOD MAN, I KNOW YOU’RE THE INDULGENT GRANDFATHER TYPE, BUT MAYBE CONSIDER CHANGING THE CHANNEL TO DOC MCSTUFFINS FOR THE TIME BEING??!

also I know this is just a perspective thing probably but lmao his hand on her shoulder is fucking huge. All Might you been working out again

but seriously this is not good for either of them to witness. they don’t need more trauma in their lives! All Might doesn’t need yet another thing to blame himself over! and he has conflicted feelings about Tomura still on top of that which I’m sure isn’t going to make this any easier. ANGST ALL AROUND. EVERYWHERE YOU LOOK, EVERYWHERE YOU GOOOO

MOTHERFUCKER I --

is Mitsuki looking at fucking baby pictures of Kacchan. reliving the memories of the good old days, thinking about how far her baby boy has come and how proud she is. that’s just great you guys. that’s just fucking great. these aren’t even red flags at this point these are red fucking tapestries

(ETA: and this basically goes without saying, but I’m sure the fact that not one but THREE Todorokis are represented in this little montage means that Endeavor and Shouto are also going to be just fine.)

:)

HE’S SO HAPPY just fucking try and tell me he doesn’t have a mental fucking link to Tomura and Deku you guys. this bitch knows exactly what is going down right now and he is LIVING FOR IT. that does it. someone please save my spot in the chapter for me I am going to go take a quick walk to calm down

and of COURSE that’s a fucking lie though, god -- [frantically clicks to next page]

LOL HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS

FUCKING MANUAL IS HERE TO SAVE THE DAY LMAO. YOU CAN ALL FUCKING RELAX NOW. and fuck me, I’m so fucking happy RockLockRock is still alive as well but WHY ARE YOU STANDING RIGHT NEXT TO AIZAWA IN WHAT I LIKE TO CALL THE “CAUTION: YOU WILL GET SHOT” ZONE. swear to god Horikoshi THAT MAN HAS A FAMILY don’t you even think about -- !!

sigh, anyway so then the rest of the page is panels of Gran & The Boys, Endeavor, and Tomura, along with the text “WHICH SIDE IS THE VICTOR”, which is not helping matters any! also the title of the chapter is “Cheating” which I assume is a reference to both the erasure of Tomura’s quirk, and the soon-to-happen permanent removal of Aizawa’s. I’m just an optimist like that

oh hey and Tomura’s sending out some quick orders to his squad as well

and to think this homicidal maniac is in my top ten favorite characters. sob. I do love you kiddo so please don’t take it personally that I have to unequivocally root against you here. maybe if you listened to me once in a while and would even just consider my radical alternate plan of not killing anyone in sight

anyway lol but here everyone including myself thought he was going straight for the bullets and instead he was pulling out his phone. shows what we know. [braces myself for the follow-up panel of him putting the phone away again and THEN reaching for the bullets!!]

meanwhile we’re being introduced to some new sidekick of Endeavor’s who’s probably going to set the record for shortest time in between being introduced and dying horribly. sorry Kido. I’m just jaded

don’t mind me I’m just putting up emotional walls in between myself and any new lovable characters as a means of self-preservation. mmhmm. he can manipulate the trajectory of things. that’s nice. he seems nice. wouldn’t that be a nice quirk for Tomura to steal and then trajector a bullet straight towards Aizawa ffffff

(ETA: watch this space, everyone. Endeavor’s Sidekick Kido. gonna fuck everything up for everyone, mark my words.)

so I can’t help but notice that now that Tomura can’t use his quirk anymore and is helpless, they have all decided to just sit around doing nothing again?

like. far be it from me to openly wonder why they are not immediately knocking him out or setting him on fire again or whatnot. I am just a lowly civilian. it’s not my job to question these things

(ETA: I must learn to be patient.)

also lmao at Manual saying Aizawa’s ankle is “twisted”, similar to how Deku is constantly “twisting” all of his arms and legs all the time. or did he mean “twisted” in the sense that his leg was pretty much literally wrung out like a fucking towel

anyway so Manual is waterbending liquid into Aizawa’s eyes like that’s supposed to help him NOT close them

has Horikoshi ever had water splashed into his fucking eyes. he and I have had very different experiences as to the effects of this apparently

there we go!!

at least someone out here is fucking trying. for a second there I was honestly worried we were going to see a repeat of “oh well he seems dead enough, let’s just leave, see you at the victory party this weekend, X-Less”

LMAO WHAT KIND OF NONSENSE

[GRABS THESE PANELS AND WAVES THEM IN FRONT OF THE UNCONSCIOUS HAWKS] DID YOU HEAR THAT. DO YOU SEE THAT, BOYO. FACTS. BEING WEAK TO FIRE IS, IN FACT, 100 PERCENT A CHOICE. IF YOU HAD JUST DONE MORE PUSH-UPS AND TRAINED HARDER YOU WOULDN’T BE IN THIS SITUATION RIGHT NOW. SMDH. YOU FUCKING WIMP. YOU RECREANT. YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED

hooooh man. hokay. whew. has anyone seen my suspension of disbelief. I’m so used to having it on me at all times when I read this manga that I must have let my guard down and now it seems I’ve spaced it out. well we’ll just keep a lookout for it

so now we’re cutting to Ujiko who is gleefully bragging that Tomura’s strength is on par with All Might Prime’s, which is just great. and now he’s also starting this sentence and then just... not... finishing it

that’s fine. you just trail off, then. hang those implications. whatever dude

meanwhile RLR and Manny are helping Aizawa limp away while he awkwardly has to twist his neck around to be able to still keep Tomura in his line of sight. I feel like there was probably a better way for them to do this but whatever

anyway thanks for confirming that Ujiko did make Tomura into a Noumu in addition to giving him AFO, though, Horikoshi! that’s very nice of you to unsink one of my theories like that. appreciate it

and hold up, so it occurs to me that “Being Fireproof” could still be a quirk, but just a mutant-type quirk rather than an activation type, meaning that Erasure would have no effect on it! aha! oh, there’s my suspension of disbelief lol it was in my pocket the whole time!!

anyway so Endeavor and Tomura are tussling but I really wish they’d be more careful because if Tomura is still capable of super strength and super speed then he could propel himself out of Aizawa’s line of sight really easily and I feel like this isn’t really helping

is it just me or do they look like they’re TRYING to jump in between Aizawa and Tomura, like?!?! GUYS

LMAO now Gran is just

SHUP. toss. dusts off hands. well that takes care of that

and apparently he’s under the genuine impression that a mere “now stay put you dumdums” is going to have any effect on these two whatsoever. lol okay. we’ll see

anyways YESSSSS, KACCHAN MEET GRAN, GRAN, KACCHAN

meanwhile Kacchan falls silent as he mentally tries to work out who tf “Toshinori” is lmao. I’M SO CHUFFED ABOUT THIS. YES THAT’S ANOTHER USE OF THE WORD “CHUFFED.” VERY VERSATILE AND REMINISCENT OF HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRLING

and now here’s a convenient map showing how far away Deku and Kacchan are from safety!

thanks for that. that’s so reassuring to have this nifty little visual

OH MY GOD GRAN

DO YOU WANT TO FUCKING DIE?? DOES EVERYONE IN THIS FUCKING ARC HAVE A DEATH WISH. MY GOD

“BUT FAR BE IT FROM ME TO LEAVE WITHOUT ANY OMINOUS FORESHADOWING!!” NO INDEED WE CAN’T HAVE THAT!!!

rather than focus anymore on how goddamn foreboding that is, I would instead like to take this moment to call attention to the fact that Gran apparently knows Bakugou’s name but not Present Mic’s. that’s amazing

sob

what good indeed. imagine if they couldn’t even do that. I imagine that would have some far-reaching consequences which might even be interesting to explore as part of a story

:O

I made the same face as them just now fyi

fucking Schrodinger’s High Ends. they only exist when the plot says it’s convenient for them to exist. maybe they’re like fairies and if you say you don’t believe in them they drop dead. where the fuck did these things actually come from?!

WAY TO DROP THE BOYS OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF NOUMU FUCKING CENTRAL MY GOOD MAN. MAYBE WE SHOULD SCROLL BACK UP AND UPDATE THAT MAP. GOOD JOB LMAO

WHAT THE FUCK

welp. they deleted Tomura’s quirk and then sent the strongest guy they had after him, annnnnnnd he went and beat him anyway in like two fucking seconds. so that’s. ... wowee. ...so do we have a plan b, or...

like, holy shit though?? and can you imagine the kind of psychological impact this is having on everyone watching this live on TV right now?? this is literally the anti-Kamino. holy fucking shit. also did Tomura lose an arm or am I just not understanding this image right?? NOT THAT IT SEEMS TO BE BOTHERING HIM IN THE SLIGHTEST??

(ETA: somehow I missed the fact that he is even calling attention to it lol. “I’ll raise [the other hand] when it’s back.” fucking look at Mr. Transcendent here who’s so powerful that when you tear his arms off all it does is make him more sassy. is he secretly related to Mirko.)

idk guys I really think my original chapter title was better

at least Endeavor isn’t fucking dead just yet. four more pages and you might actually make it out of this chapter alive my good man

blah blah blah flashback to Ujiko explaining that the Noumu could be activated by an electric current flowing through them, and that they’re programmed to move only on Tomura’s orders. you know. just more good news

oh hey but at least these ones are mindless so I guess it’s okay for the kids to kick their asses without feeling too conflicted. it’s just too bad “their strength is higher quality than the others” but you win some, you lose some

OH GOOD, THEY’RE GOING STRAIGHT FOR AIZAWA

I’M SURE THAT MIDORIYA “MY BODY MOVED BEFORE I COULD THINK” IZUKU AND BAKUGOU “I’M THE ONE WHO’LL GET PAYBACK FOR THAT DAY” KATSUKI WILL TAKE THEIR GRANDPA’S SAGE ADVICE AND GO AND HIDE WHILE THEIR TEACHER IS IN DANGER. IT’S NOT LIKE THEY’VE LITERALLY GONE TO SCHOOL FOR AN ENTIRE YEAR EXPLICITLY MAJORING IN NOT DOING THAT. YES THIS IS FINE THIS IS FUCKING FINE AND GREAT

NOW WHAT’S HAPPENING THERE’S LOTS OF RUBBLE FALLING AROUND AND STUFF MOVING AND SOMEONE IS TALKING

OH IT’S HIM

excuse me. EXCUSE ME. no, you are NOT. going to fucking die, Aizawa Shouta. HORIKOSHI KOUHEI!!! YOU’RE UNDER ARREST FOR THE CRIME OF DRAWING THIS FUCKING PANEL. THIS ONE, RIGHT HERE. YOU KNEW WHAT YOU WERE DOING. HOW DARE YOU. how FUCKING dare you sir

and if anything happens to RLR I SWEAR TO GOD!! you know what?! you know what?!?

STOP IT

[sitting curled up into a little ball with my knees drawn up to my chest, drawing little finger circles on the floor] I see. so he’s not even concerned about himself at all. it’s his two tiny little hero eggs, his problem children, and the fact that if he dies here there won’t be anything preventing Tomura from finding and killing them. ahh. okay. it’s okay. that’s fine

and goddammit what is he pulling out from his belt. everyone is on the same page here, right? Aizawa’s Not Allowed To Die. that was the deal. WHAT HAS THIS ALL BEEN FOR OTHERWISE

(ETA: yeah but he seriously did just pull a knife out of fucking nowhere though like the kid in that fucking vine lmao. APPARENTLY HE’S HAD IT THIS ENTIRE TIME?? “what if I just stabbed him” lulz. based on the way things were trending, I’m willing to bet it would have literally bounced off of Tomura’s chest at this point, but I’ll give him credit for making the effort.)

NOPE NOPE NOPE NO

(ETA: Shinsou being in the bottom corner... ;_; )

is anyone listening to me!??! I’m over here screaming myself fucking hoarse??! AIZAWA ISN’T FUCKING ALLOWED TO DIE??!! HELLO!?!?!

lol well at least RLR didn’t get steamrolled over

well everyone. we’ve reached page 18. one more to go. what are the odds we end with the boys arriving in the ta-da nick of time to defend their teacher. just who is watching over whom

THERE IT IS!!!

OH NO OH GOD AM I CRYING??! YOU HAD TO GO AND PUT THOSE FLASHBACK PANELS IN?? HIM SAVING DEKU AND CO. AT USJ, PLUS THAT ONE TIME HE DEFENDED BAKUGOU DURING HIS MOST VULNERABLE MOMENT IN FRONT OF A NATIONAL AUDIENCE??? “IT’S OUR TURN TO SAVE YOU”???

and they look so determined and desperate?? and the “Aizawa-sensei!” echoing in both their minds?? and meanwhile Aizawa looks fucking horrified though, because of all the... [gestures] you know? the Terrible Danger?? sob??

anyway. I really let this manga do this to me every damn week. let it just have its fucking way with me. at least Horikoshi didn’t end up breaking the law after all. I don’t know if I could continue to support a mangaka who is willing to commit an actual war crime. no touching Aizawa. OKAY?? OKAY

#bnha 276 #aizawa shouta #shigaraki tomura #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #gran torino #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #so what sound do *you* think helicopters make? #I googled this and found some excellent answers #my favorite one was dubdubdubdubdub #but tocotocotoco was a close second #whop whop whop #batabatabata #wuppa wuppa lmao

[yallemagne]

Things That Happened In Godspell 1973

SPOILER WARNING!!! 

This will cover the opening, Prepare Ye, and God Save The People. Most of this can be found in clips on Youtube, but still.

I highly recommend watching the whole thing for yourself if you’re interested, it’s such a positive movie.

Opening shot, Judas/the Baptist is humming on the Brooklyn Bridge and dragging behind him a cart. He’s handsome and I love him

The Tower of Babble is replaced with city chaos, you view the lives of the disciples before they meet Judas/the Baptist and Jesus. I really liked it... it’s like you replace all their takes on God with just their droll day to day, the stress they are going through. It also makes the transition of them all into disciples more,,, joyous. 

Judas the Baptist shows randomly everywhere, announced with the sounding of a shofar.  

Lynne, a college student, shoves her face into a copy machine, and when she looks up, she spots him.  

Gilmer, a model, sees him in the elevator with her. He winks  

Katie, a diner waitress, spots him across a street playing the shofar.  

He replaces the ringmaster in a circus display Robin is looking at and winks.  

He shows up in the backseat of Jeffrey’s taxi, Jerry, a parking attendant, spots him too.  

He temporarily replaces Joanne’s ballet dance partner and kisses her on the cheek. Her face is bemused and intrigued.

The shofar drowns out the music Merrell, a garment trader, was listening to, blasting even when he removes his earbud.

Joanne looks oddly pleased by Baptist’s interruption and distressed when he leaves. Yes bb, I understand completely 

He baptizes them all in Bethesda Fountain! 

Gilmer is late and unsure when she reaches the fountain, Baptist picks her up and spins her around before setting her in the water, it’s adorable 

Jesus?

Baptist just fuckin’ shoves Jeffrey’s head underwater

Oh god, is that Jesus?

Jerry and Baptist get in a water fight, Jerry loses

Baptist screams about his boyfriend

Jesus!!! Baptist looks gayly at this underdressed man. I imagine I had the same expression for this whole damn movie

Seeing your soulmate for the first time:

Realizing it’s him:

“I need rather be baptized by you,” he says with the most overwhelming look of adoration, hhhh.

What an impressive quick-change, Jesus! 

It’s uncertain when the Baptist becomes Judas, I chose to view them as the same entity so— 

Judas looks at Jesus with love in his eyes hhhh as they pull the cart,,, the disciples join them in song 

They are so fucking happy, I love them 

Victor Garber, please stop being so cute 

Everyone is cute honestly hhhhh 

#godspell #what other tags apply? #judas iscariot #jesus christ #me crying over how cute these people are #godspell spoilers #godspell 1973 #david haskell #victor garber #katie hanley #jeffrey mylett #lynne thigpen #robin lamont #gilmer mccormick #joanne jonas #merrell jackson #jerry sroka