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theloveinc · 7 months

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You have plagued my mind with sugar daddy Bakugo. He would 100% help you with your math and study. He would prob be up your ass about your grades too. Would def encourage you to write a bad review on that one professor you have that just sucks - doesn’t include any PowerPoints for their lectures and gives the least amount of instruction.

In sugar daddy Bakugo I trust

GOD he's so, so good to you but sometimes he's really acting your FATHER or something. Not that you want to give him any babies yet, but he really needs a real child or animal to coddle so he can leave you alone when you want to do something your way, like study tomorrow and not tonight.

(I imagine there are moments when you're out together, when he's on his real sugar daddy shit; taking you out shopping before taking you out to dinner, when you're staring at a menu full of entrees that cost more than, idk I'm not rich... and he's looking over his own to ask, "how's that paper you were writing, baby?"

AND IT'S LIKE, can't you just have one meal together without homework coming up? Without responsibilities??? Like how that shitty knee of yours, daddy? You're not asking him that!!!)

And it's so ridiculous, you complain about one thing, and there he is with RateMyProfessor DOT COM up on his screen like........... it's not that deep!!! It's not!!!!!!! Even if it is sweet of him to want to resolve things LOL. Natural complainer.

(You make a point to tease him about it one day, saying "thanks, dad" when he reminds you about that one semi-important assignment you have due at the end of the week, and the back of his neck is getting SO red as he reaches out to try and stop you from slipping away all giggly.

Definitely gets you spanked a bit that night but jdl,fkasdjfa IT'S TRUE!!!!

#bakugo #then u go thru a phase where u get a dog or a cat and he's ignoring you for like a week #and u miss the attention kinda #IDK LOL #anyway sorry my roommate is talking to me but she's also making food and talking abt her highschool fling with a girl older than her #so im trying to be nice LOL #so tags are shot again #but ur soooo right #caitie things #gen #kacchanofbakugous #sd au

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tiredrobin · 9 months

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sometimes i forget the neck scar is a headcanon. but anyway

#robart #trigun #trimax #tri98 #vash sevarem #vash the stampede #reading trimax has me wanting to draw him so bad #so i managed to muster this #also my brain just wants to draw inside panels now so thats what im doing. due to the manga reading. im predictable #i need to draw milly and meryl i LOVE MANGA MILLY SHES SOOOO BIG ITS SO EVERYTHING TO ME #shes taller than vash in my head. im right #all my headcanons are right actually. thanks for getting it.#anyway i need to try to sleep or something i dunno #art block. BEGONE!!!!

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rimouskis · 3 months

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cross-generational friendships have been so important and formative and crucial to my adulthood. and i'm not talking about "oh I'm in my 20s and nearly all my friends are in their 30s ha ha ha" [true], I'm talking about "I labored side-by-side with people in their 40s, 50s, and 60s and became friends with them."

one such friend and I went to a funeral today to support a third friend and it really reaffirmed how important these relationships have been to me and how good they are for keeping perspective and taking advice from people with more experience than you.

tomorrow I'm going on a walk and then getting lunch with an old boss-turned-friend/mentor who's old enough to be my mother (like, literally her oldest son is my age) and I'm looking forward to it so much. having friends who you can bond with but also learn life lessons from is such a gift and it makes me lament my current work situation (everyone on my team is within a 3-year age range).

#which is good for memes and general internet savviness but like. there's so much to be learned from more ppl y'know #i'm glad we got to support our friend today #and I'm soooo looking forward to tomorrow. I miss this woman so much. she really sees herself in me (we have similar ''backstories'')#and I think a lot about how she told me that hiring me (and a few other Young Guns) made her change her mind about millennials/gen z [lolll #but like that's exactly it right? that you can make connections with people you may NOT think you have community with #and BAM suddenly you're not just in community but you're also friends. you can take and give in turn and just really gain better insight #sorry I'm passionate about multigenerational friendships. the 68yo south sider I worked with taught me so much lol I love her

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dykethevvitch · 3 months

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This is like my Jonny D'Ville thesis. He's a character of all time

(also if tumblr kills the quality pls click on it)

#art #digital art #the mechanisms #the mechs fanart #jonny d'ville #tw gore #I put. so much into this #the bloke at the top is ofc supposed to be pre-mech jonny #based off long hair era jonny #1) bc i normally draw jonny with short spikey hair it felt Right to give him long hair #the “the birth of a mechanism is a messy and traumatic event” quote it was inspired this #it's soooo <3 #and made me re-examine jonny's backstory #d'ville's gun is angled at vangelis bc he killed his old self #the smoke of the fire turns into the cosmos #and also he burnt down the casino and left for the stars #the hand is carmilla #idk how but she betrayed him #bc “ripping someone's heart out” is a euphemism for betrayal #and jonny's backstory is so full of betrayal and then he has his literal heart ripped out #and idk what's there. but something is #the warrant is for fun and also bc it's a good way to get across jonny's chaos #just arrest the fucker

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stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage · 4 months

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This. This. This entire conversation with Morrigan actually makes me want to sob. She and my Tabris always becomes close friends over the course of DAO; that, paired with the fact that my Tabris always romances Alistair, makes everything about this hurt so much more when you take DAO's ending into account.

Her confusion over why my Tabris didn't send her away. Why she didn't abandon her after they learned of Flemeth's plans. Why Tabris went out of her way to slay Flemeth and bring her the true grimoire. She asks Tabris why, and is baffled when the answer is, "I did it because I'm your friend," as if it's that simple.

The way Morrigan looks at the warden, the way her voice cracks when she says, "I want you to know that while I may not always prove... worthy... of your friendship, I will always value it."

She knows how this will end; Flemeth sent her with the wardens with the end goal of stopping the blight and obtaining the old god soul through the dark ritual. Morrigan knows that Alistair and Tabris are the only Grey Wardens here, and assuming they don't find more, one of them will have to die defeating the archdemon unless they agree to do the dark ritual.

With that context, her asking Alistair, "And what if a Grey Warden has forced to choose between the Warden he loved and ending the Blight? What should his choice be?" suddenly has so much subtext weaved through the words that I'm gonna start foaming at the mouth. She's practically telling Alistair that a warden has to die. She's scrutinizing his reaction to find any hint that suggests he would agree to the dark ritual in order to save himself and the woman he loves. And when he doesn't choose, she has her answer.

Morrigan made comments to Tabris about him, almost hopeful that their relationship was just a physical thing between them and not actually riddled with feelings... and then gives disapproval when Tabris says she loves him.

She doesn't want the warden to die; hell, she doesn't want Alistair to die, either; whether because she does actually care about him or because she knows it'll break her friend's heart if she loses him, or both!

Things would be so much easier if the only two Grey Wardens left to defeat the blight didn't fall in love, wouldn't they, Morrigan?

She knows that in the end, no matter the outcome, she will lose the woman she called sister and it's devastating.

Morrigan, who has never known true friendship. Who grew up isolated in the woods with an abusive mother and terrible implications for her future. Who discovered said mother planned to take over her body just as she did with her other daughters. Who doesn't understand kindness as it was rarely given to her without a catch. Who isolates herself from the others in camp. Who finally has a companion she cares about... and in the end, if her plan works and the dark ritual is completed, she'll end up pregnant and alone and wearing Tabris' resentment like a tender wound on her heart.

Or Tabris will reject the ritual, and will die to the archdemon.

Or her lover will.

I just- the dynamic between the warden, romanced Alistair, and Morrigan is so good and painful and rich that I'm gnawing on furniture as we speak.

#dragon age origins #dao #alistair theirin #dao alistair #dao morrigan #dao tabris #warden tabris #i'm replaying dao right now in case my recent written posts haven't made that obvious #the relationship dynamics the warden has with each of the companions is so so soooo good like there isn't a companion i dislike #i play into the slow burn with alistair's romance but it's not even just the romance aspect it's also their friendship too #playing dao and not romancing alistair would feel wrong at this point for me it's so crucial to the entire story and its development #and i love morrigan's friendship with the warden and how gutted tabris is when she comes clean about everything and offers the ritual #and then bails once everything is over and tabris is torn between hating her and feeling hurt and not wanting morrigan to be alone again #i talked more in depth about morrigan and the ritual in a previous post but it's a lot... especially when it comes to the witch hunt dlc #oh and then there's the friendship between tabris and zevran like don't even get me started on that sksksks i won't be able to stop #even a character like oghren who is the last person you'd think tabris would ever become friends with since he's y'know *oghren*#but i'll go on the record and say there's more to oghren that gets overlooked and overshadowed by his glaring flaws #and i don't wanna talk about leliana... she makes me too sad like ever since my last playthrough where i accidentally triggered her romance #while i was deep in alistair's romance i have a really hard time not reading into the things she says to tabris #in my last playthrough i dunno what i did but she confessed to tabris even though she was fully aware that tabris and alistair were togethe #and it was a *mess* okay like it really felt like we killed marjolaine and leliana was in a vulnerable position yet was hardened enough #to be like 'i know she and alistair are together but i'll take my shot anyway and attempt to break them up' like.... noooooo leliana D:#and the rest of the game it felt like she was bitter and still in love with tabris and i felt *horrible*#i just said i don't wanna talk about it but hhhnnngggg i'm taking extra precautions to not have a repeat of that this time #excuse my tag ramblings i'm just very passionate about dao and the companions okay #also want to note that this is my interpretation of morrigan's motivations based on how i play the game and my warden #so others might view this reaction and the warden/romanced alistair/morrigan dynamic differently and in that case #i would be interested to hear that different interpretations because those are always fun to read

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quietwingsinthesky · 26 days

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no wonder missy is insane about him. she just mindmeld trauma bonded with him and got confirmation through him that she was right the whole time about the thing that happened to her, AND then they traded life-saving moments. of course she wants her friend back. she needs him to see her again, as clearly as he did in that moment. she needs him to be like her, because among time lords, she is alone, but with the doctor, she isn’t.

#and also he looks like peter capaldi now and she wants to fuck that old man so bad #missy is very. masterlike in her affections. of course she is. but she’s also so so sincere about them too?#its jarring compared to simm!master because you have similar moments right u have like. ‘oh davros is your archenemy now? ill scratch his #eyes out.’ and yeah i could see simm!master saying that same thing same tone. because they are both freaks about the doctor #but this is the same scene where she tells the doctor he’s walking into a deathtrap and when he doesn’t back down. she walks into it with #him. it’s like she made a decision at some point that Of Course They’re On The Same Side Now.#that’s why she offers him the cybermen. that’s why she gives him clara. this is their side and it’s going to be the side that. if the #hybrid shit had come together as expected. would have destroyed gallifrey. and then there would be no time lords. just them. and they would #not be alone because of this.#and the thing is that. again havent started s10 im getting to it. but the thing is that missy decided this was true.#the doctor is not on the same page as her at all.#and that’s why its soooo! okay <3 break my heart forever then <3 #the doctor thinks missy has to earn. has to work at. being on his side. and missy thinks she already is and that it’s so so obvious.#u understand?#missy dw #the master #doctor who

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questipher · 8 months

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felt silly made big banana

#revue starlight #revstar #daiba nana #i really love how you can really just interpret her name as just. big banana #i also love whenever she does her dead blank stare right at the camera it's soooo xjshsjddhxgdf #queg art

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goldensunset · 1 year

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what if they gave you the actual arcphone instead of just a case

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#WAR FLASHBACKS… it honestly felt like a mockery of my pain to just run into bonsly right away in violet after how long it evaded me in pla #LSFSGHDBDJBSJDB if they’re gonna make the ‘pAsT LiFe’ claim they should commit to it #naw but i’ve already decided my characters from both games have very different personalities #my pla girl is just akari pretty much like how i imagine akari in canon to be only i’ve given her a new hairdo and outfit #my violet girl is just like ummm ok. i’m here to do and say what i want; no more no less. i’m cuter than you uh i mean uhh #it would be SO funny if you just. actually randomly got a text from arceus like in pla in this game instead #like hello????#this seems like a much less religious society too #as opposed to the people of hisui #arceus also misremembering akari’s name is soooo funny given that she was its chosen favorite #asks #vivi-mire #pokémon #sv spoilers #legends arceus #goldie’s pokémon violet liveblog #you make my character look so cute i already changed her hair though lol #i went to the hairstylist and saw something that would make me look more like my pla character #idk if it suits me though tbh i only committed because i thought i’d already paid upon entering like you have to in pla #kinda wanna change it back already and get my hat back on i like the bob

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dramarants · 6 months

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i only want love triangles if it's whatever fucked up polygon junmo kicheol and euijeong have going on

#the worst of evil #ranting #idk how to articulate how juicy it is #junmo's fierce protectiveness of his wife - he trusts her but can't help his jealousy fear or frustration while trapped in the situation #euijeong hurting but putting her own life on the line worried for her husband while unpacking the memories of her first love #she can't help but sympathize with kicheol and what he's endured; haven't seen much of how she feels rn but it must be c o n f l i c t e d #(not necessarily even in a romantic way but wanting to root for a person chasing their goals who was once so important to you)#(all while grieving her mother without the support of her literal goddamn spouse by her side)#and kicheol. also grieving and trying to establish a place for himself and his crew yet drawn to junmo despite the red flags #his panic and desperation when jungmo bled out on him which must have triggered his own memories of losing taeho #junmo who has every reason to despise kicheol barely concealing his general rage but protects him like it's second nature at every turn #all while conflicted as a bystander to atrocities (and now willfully leaving another cop to die to protect himself his wife and the mission #getting mentally and physically pummeled left and right just bc his superiors demand it from him #all to please euijeong's family by using the promotions to prove himself and get rid of the stigma weighing him down #like !!!#and haven't even touched on kicheol wooing euijeong against his buddy's wishes and in such a pure heart fluttering way #accepting the risk for a second chance to bathe in the bright light she used to shine on his life #OMG AND BIBI'S ENTRANCE!! junmo realizing her interest gives him leverage and agency but struggling to use it to his advantage #it's soooo messy and i'm obsessed #that funeral arc is gonna haunt me for years #as is the tension during the pat down which def was supposed to be like a gang pride/dignity/lack of power against the jp folks thing #also testing their relationship and responsibilites as leader subordinate #but felt charged around whether kicheol would protest or junmo would accept the manhandling in totally different 👀 ways #goddamn i wrote an essay and this doesn't even scratch the surface of the meat of the show #tldr; i have many many feelings and for once the 'love triangle' isn't making me gauge out my own eyeballs #it's about power it's about raising the stakes and revealing things about the characters w/o dominating the plot

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itsalwaysforyou · 2 months

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the black sky and all those lights

a silly little something i wrote for jalentines!!

When Mal opens the dormitory door, Jay is standing in the hallway in his workout gear, hair tied up in a bun. He’s already grinning in that way he does when he wins a fight. Mal rolls her eyes at him. Grabbing her bag, she says bye to Evie, and joins Jay in the corridor.

She scowls as they walk, her workout clothes tight on her skin. Jay had insisted they’d do things properly, and not in their usual leather.

The hallways are decorated for Valentine’s Day, making Auradon Prep even more gaudy and colourful as usual. Pink and red hearts plastered across the walls, boasting the abundance of love here in Auradon. Jay’s had a thousand notes in his locker. Mal’s had none. Every morning, she watches Jay approach his locker like he would a target on the Isle. Weight forward, shoulders squared; ready to fight if needs be. And the paper falls to the floor like blood, only sickly pastel. Scrawled glittery gel pen. Words confessing passionate love, or asking him on dates, or doodles of hearts. Jay smiles the whole time. Greets and winks at girls. Scrunches those notes up in a fist.

“Everywhere looks disgusting,” Mal says as they approach the sports hall. Heart-shaped bunting crests the doors.

Jay holds the door open for her. “It’s fun.”

“You would think that.”

The sports hall is mercifully free of décor. They drop their bags in the corner and begin to warm up, another stupid practice Jay insists on. His top rides up as he side-stretches. Isle rule: never show skin, especially to the enemy. Except, Jay loved to parade around in those stupid sleeveless vests. She’s yelled at him plenty of times about it—Are you insane? You’re a walking target. He would just grin and say, they’ll have to catch me first.

Jay laughs as he grabs the practice swords from their stands. “Here.”

He throws it, and Mal catches. The weight in her hand is familiar. Already, her pulse is thrumming faster, and maybe if she closes her eyes she’ll be back on the docks, with the wind ripping at her hair, and the salt stinging her nose, and half a dozen of Uma’s crew jeering over the clanging of swords.

Jay chucks her a mask too, before attaching one to his own face. The mesh turns her vision slightly hazy.

“Ready?” Jay asks.

Mal’s watched fencing practise a few times, mostly as an excuse not to do homework and instead watch her boys wipe the floor with all those prissy Auradon princes. Coach Jenkins appointed Jay captain of the team a few months ago, a role he takes more seriously than she’s ever seen him take anything.

“Rassembler! Salute! Lower the point. Masks down. En guarde!”

Mal lunges first, which Jay clearly anticipates, parrying her blow. He circles. Strikes. Mal blocks it. He’s quick. Reflexes honed to a sword’s point; learned by practise and theory. Mal lashes out again, just catching his free arm before he jerks away. She grins underneath her mask. Her breath comes quicker. Jay’s blade arcs down, hitting her chest. Mal swats his blade away. She hears him laugh. She growls. Strike. Parry. Strike. Block. Strike. Jay lands another hit. Their shoes squeak against the linoleum floor.

“Come on, Mal,” Jay teases.

Mal lunges like a cat on its prey. Jay’s blade grates against hers like steel against flint. Jay may be quick but Mal’s smaller, and she weaves her way through Jay’s blade until they both have the sword’s point angled at each other’s chests.

They’re both panting. Jay lowers his sword first. Takes off his mask.

“You came in clutch at the end,” he says.

Mal huffs, wiggling the mask off her face and wiping her forehead with a sleeve. “You actually get training.”

“And now I’m training you!”

His hair has loosened during the sparring, spilling out at the seams. He unties the bun; flips his hair down and shakes it out. In this late-afternoon light, his hair could be made of gold. Hair longer than Mal’s ever had.

He pulls his hair back into its bun, deft fingers making quick work. When he straightens back up again, his face is slightly flushed from the match.

And Mal looks at this boy she’s known most of her life; this face and these hands; a boy that has held her at the end of the world and the start of a new one. And she snatches back down her mask.

“Again,” she says, lifting up her sword.

She’s swinging before Jay’s even had the chance to pull his own mask back down. Her blade slices against his chest, and she hears the breath escape from his lungs.

“Fuck!’

Jay’s blocking her hits in no time. Mal grits her teeth. A boy who’s inhabited every place she’s ever been. The shadow along the street; a fixed point on the rooftops. Those long, quick fingers that know their way around bandage; around open flesh; around her own hands. Like a comet to Earth. Like an eclipse. Totally consuming.

And here, where the sun shines brighter than they could have ever dreamed, she is left blistering. Those girls that fawn over Jay, professing their love with the same ease that Mal can hold a dagger to a throat. Jay’s clicking tongue, and that low fry to his voice when he’s chatting someone up. Everything is always so easy to him. He can wrap anyone around his finger with a wink.

His blade slams into her stomach. Mal pants, the budding pain in her side clearing her head. Jay’s standing above her like some heavenly deity.

“Best of four?” he offers.

“Yeah, whatever.”

“C’mon. Let’s take a break.”

Jay drops his sword and grabs his water bottle from his bag. Mal joins him, still gripping her sword, gulping down her water like a man in a desert.

“We should do this again soon,” Jay says.

“Tomorrow?”

“It’s the Valentine’s Ball tomorrow.”

Mal snorts. “Yeah, and?”

“I was gonna go.”

His words are coming too slow; too considered. Like when he used to talk about his dad, or a particularly bad Barge Day. Rehearsed. A guard dog who’s smelled danger, prowling at the sidelines.

Mal presents her blade. “En guarde!” she shouts, and Jay ducks her swing before scrambling over to his own sword.

“Really, Mal? Another sneak attack?”

“I’m keeping you on your toes.”

They waltz around the sports hall, the blades clashing and slicing and singing.

“We all agreed we weren’t going to go to the Ball,” Mal says, jabbing at Jay.

“We never agreed anything.”

Jay lands a blow. They are at the dockyard, with its rotting wooden pier and dead fish stench. The screeching of metal; the shouting; Mal’s heart hammering like the tide. Blood, and life. The roar in her ears. A dragon’s call. Body moving without a thought, as quick as a lightning strike. Not having to look behind her because she knows Jay is there.

“Exactly!” she says. “Why would we want to go to some stuffy Auradon ball?” Jay tries to say something but she ignores him. “Why would we care about Valentine’s Day? It’s corny, and over-commercialised, and a stupid excuse to make everything about love.”

Jay has her backed up against a wall. With no time to mount his mask, his lips are slightly parted, and his hair is escaping from his bun again. He looks just like he did on the Isle; none of his perfect prince act that fools Auradon. His sword hovers above her throat.

“Do you yield?” His voice is low.

Mal stares at him. Those eyes that have seen every part of her. All the blood; every smile; her pale skin in the dark Isle nights. The boy that has beheld her every action; weighed it all against his own understanding of the world, and decided that they slot together as easily as a bullet in a pistol.

“Who are you going with to the Ball?” Mal asks. She’s still clutching her sword. She could claim the upper hand, if she really wanted.

A grin creeps across Jay’s face. All those notes and heart-shaped lollipops. The giggling girls at his locker. He could pick any one of them. All of them so beautiful, in their sunset-coloured dresses. He could have anything he wanted.

“Well,” Jay says. “I was going to ask you.”

The sword’s point makes sure they keep their distance. Never too close. All touches so light; so fleeting, as if you could’ve mistaken them for a dream. As if you could’ve imagined the whole thing. All those nights in the hideout where the barrier of the body seemed thin, and the world became so small: just two kids who wouldn’t even dare knock knees.

So Mal shakes it all away with a laugh. “I’m not going to the Valentine’s Ball.”

Jay lowers his blade. Neither of them move. “Not even with me?”

“I’m sure there’ll be plenty of other girls who actually want to go with you.”

“I want to go with you.”

His words echo through the empty hall. His word is as steadfast as ever, the only opinion Mal will ever trust. Compass, anchor: Jay does it all.

Heralded here, Mal as real as the vast sky outside. Here, in his gaze, held aloft by trust where there shouldn’t be and compassion where there shouldn’t be and understanding where there shouldn’t be. A home for all her broken bones.

Mal’s lips unfurl into a smile. This ache in her chest. In her throat. Jay always being able to disarm her. Jay in every place she’s ever been. Jay as her shadow; her skin; her second self. A reflection in the mirror. The line of separation is nonexistent. Like the sun, like the moon: one cannot exist without the other.

#did this turn out way longer than i anticipated? absolutely #but i had a lot of fun writing it :) ive had to write a lot of things that Matter recently so it was nice to just. not have to try so hard #anyway anyway I LOVE THEM #i just think. mal being soooo annoyed that jay gets to play the carefree flirt #all these people that dont know him being 'in love' with him meanwhile mal can barely come to terms with her own feelings for him #and she communicates that through violence :)#and jay. jayyyyy. doesnt really want anything to do with these notes. like sure he likes the attention but he doesnt KNOW any of these girl #and they dont know him. and no one could know him like mal does :)#i also purposefully left the ending ambiguous teehee :) so i guess we'll never know what happened thumbs up emoji #descendants #jal #jay son of jafar #mal bertha #my fic #also i am not a fencer so everything i know is from the jay/lonnie right in d2 and google 👍 sorry to any fencers out there 👍#*fight

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cherrywhite · 7 months

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drawing THE flimsiest of lines between these two but idk there's something about the way they both build lies around themselves and how Hayward rewriting the conception of Paige's god parallels Faulkner telling his part of the verses. the way they both attempt to tell their stories, as twisted as they are

#the silt verses #i've connected the dots/hasn't connected shit #i want these two to meet so bad they're the only two of the main cast who haven't #they way they rewrite these stories to be more palatable or forgiving #and also the way they're so goddamn genuine about the lies they tell #where it's never out of malice or intentional hope for manipulation #like the way hayward twisted the story is soooo sick (/pos) to me but I cannot blame him #like he's RIGHT. paige should have known what she was signing up for when she wanted to conceptualize her god #(but obv I can't blame her for not knowing the full scope)#to make a god signifying a sort of revolution but to be unable to really understand what that would entail #and hayward is doing damage control #and this is the fall out. the way everyone is twisting this god into whatever works best for them #i'm going on a tangent #anyway something something the way these two can weave a goddamn story

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fate-defiant · 8 months

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Ducks favorite ninja turtle is Michaelangelo. Fakir claims he doesn't have one but secretly he is partial to Leo. Mytho's favorite is Raph. Rue genuinely doesnt have a favorite.

#ninja turtles here is meant in a general sense i had no specific iteration in mind #princess tutu #fate.txt #duck #fakir #mytho #rue #everyone would be like fakir whats your favorite ninja turtle and hed be like “Um. I think about other stuff usually.”#and then rue would immediately pick a turtle to stan just to piss him off #and goes oh yea Leo. Luv that turtle. I love his uuuh. Sword was it? Right. of course it fuckin' is.#Author immediately gets kin assigned donnie by everyone else because Ha Nerd and he is soooo miffed.#Lillies fav is raph but she doesn't Get Him #Pique also likes Mikey the most and she Gets Him.#You know when someone is a certified [character] scholar? yeag #also obviously mytho is a certified raph scholar #I could go on like this all night

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welcometogrouchland · 1 year

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[ID: three digital illustrations based on episodes of the owl house. The first image is based on Understanding Willow and features Amity and Inner Willow. Amity looks at Inner Willow regretfully, holding a hand to her chest, as Inner Willow stands surrounded by pink fire, yelling at Amity with steam coming from her eyes. Lyrics are written crookedly across the background: "I'm not here for your entertainment/your the kinda guy that likes some fun/am I just here for a bit of amusement?/you'll never be my NUMBER 1!!!".

The second image is based off For the Future and features Willow and Hunter. Hunter hugs willow, his face obscured, as she sobs and vines glow green around them both. The lyrics this time are written more neatly in the middle of the image and read "are you bored?/or are you scared?/what happened to secrets we shared?/ Did I say something/? Have I crossed the line?/you know I never meant it/when I said I was FINE!".

The final image is both drawings on one canvas with no lyrics. Each image has a dark blue background. End ID]

Thinks about Willow's repressed emotions and eats glass. Cutely (song is Con Man by The Tuts!)

#the owl house #toh #willow park #amity blight #hunter toh #hunter noceda #(aw i haven't used that one in a while :'))#Understanding Willow #For the Future #i have to go shower so i can't add tag commentary rn all i can tell you is RRRAGH GO LISTEN TO THAT SONG AND GET FEELINGS ABT IT LIKE ME #I'VE WANTED TO MAKE THIS FOR WEEKS AND I FINALLY GOT AROUND TO IT #i wish you could see hunters face but it just didn't work with the proportions so i had to live with that #SAD. ah well there's other blonde boys (<- cruel joke abt grimwalkers)#not about him though. it's about willow #i think (and this is a big maybe) once I'm done my rewatch of s2A (and the frog show cause I'm rewatching that too)#I'm gonna rewatch EVERY willow ep right before ASIAS and then go from there #she's special she deserves it #same way i might rewatch the gus episodes before Labyrinth Runners. it's just a little ritual i have sometimes :]#anyway. oooooh you want to appreciate willows repressed rage and fear and sadness soooo bad #also I'M SORRY IF THE HAND LETTERING IS BAD FONTS JUST LOOKED TO GOOFY. I'M TRYING BARE WITH ME

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