#he reminds me of mob that's probably why i love him so much

[undergoing-mitosis]

i am keeping both freminet and chongyun on my team and using them both as dps i do not care that they are both cryo claymore characters (so less capability for elemental reactions) cause they are my silly little autism children and i love them and i will protect them with my life and nothing that anyone says can stop me

oh yeah also i pulled the bell for the first time today and yes apparently it is by far not the best weapon for chongyun but it FITS HIM SO WELL so i simply do not care

like look at my boy 🥹 it matches his belt 🥹

#when you're playing genshin for the character personalities and the aesthetic not the efficiency #will i likely ever totally ace the spiral abyss? no. do i care? no. cause CHONGYUN IS COMING WITH ME NO MATTER WHAT #the reason why im so adamant on chongyun is cause im currently maining freminet. so he's my highest dps char atm so ofc he'll be on the tea #god i literally love them both so much #freminet is dissociation other-people-are-confusing-and-i-don't-like-that autism #that line about him wanting to go to the bottom of the ocean makes me feel every time #like... me too buddy me too #and then chongyun is special interest autusm #he reminds me of mob that's probably why i love him so much #BUT HE'S SO LIKE. I WILL DO THIS. AND DO IT RIGHT. #LIKE YES MY BOY GO YOU #anyways i have adopted them both #screw you arlecchino freminet is my son now #genshin #genshin impact #freminet #freminet genshin #chongyun #chongyun genshin impact #genshin cryo #also love the fact that the bell‚ my weapon for chongyun‚ is bigger and beefier than archaeic prototype‚ my weapon for freminet #just like freminet has a faster attack speed than chongyun #so it's like... one weapon seems lighter than the other #i was so proud when i realised that i had inadvertently done that and added physics where physics doesn't exist #thoughts n rambles #^ i meant prototype archaid. my bad :')

[waywardcrow]

All eyes on us.

Summary: This wedding needs to happen, it's the only way you can protect the ones you love, the only problem is that you're in love with your husband-to-be and he would never love you back.

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Stark!reader.

TW: Really not so many, talks of murder but very lightly, mentions of mysogyny, implications of mafia kind of stuff, death of parents, mention of future smut, curvy!reader, no mention of y/n and reader's nickname is Bells (context coming soon), kind of enemies to lovers but not really enemies, arranged marriage, this will be a +18 story so minors dni.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language, please tell me if I make grammar mistakes.

Part of the Yours to lose series.

Pictures from pinterest and graphic and dividers by the amazing @ firefly-graphics so all credits to the creators.

Everyone was waiting for her but she kept looking at herself in the mirror.

The wedding dress was beautiful, Pepper told her it was what Maria Stark –her mother- wore in her own wedding day and she loved it, the silk was too soft, hugging her curves with an ethereal touch and it had a subtle scent that she assumed belonged to the mother she couldn't remember.

Tony swore their mother loved her, their father too, the young bride couldn’t help but doubt it, they would not love her if they could see her now about to get married to a man who didn’t love her back, a man who humiliated her once for his pride, someone who probably only wanted what this arrangement could give him back.

How would she survive this marriage when it was impossible to leave the room and get to the Cathedral?

A knock in the door pulled her out of her mind, finding Natasha smiling at her in the reflection of the mirror.

“Are you ready, dear?” her friend knew the real answer but still gave her the chance to speak.

“I was about to go” she lied and the redhead gave her a knowing look “everyone it’s waiting, isn’t it?”

“You’re the bride, honey, they can wait” Natasha walked to her, looking like a goddess in her silver dress and put her arms around the bride’s body “you can say no, we can fight Russo’s father, hell, Billy would love having one more excuse to kill him.”

She was sure Billy would do it, not only for her but for his sister, for Madani and for himself but it wasn’t time yet, the alliances needed to be settled, Stark and Barnes had to fight alongside to kill Pierce and Carlo Russo. She made all that mess before getting her family back and nobody would take them from her, never again.

“It has to be done, Nat” she put the veil in her head and took the beautiful bouquet Becca left for her earlier “let’s go.”

Her friend must have seen something in her eyes that made her nod.

“Alright, Bells. Let’s do this” her nickname, the one Yelena gave her when they met years ago, made her smile, who could ever thought that knocking someone out with Christmas bells will change her life?

Natasha guided her trough the corridors to the waiting room where Tony was talking in a hushed tone with Pepper, her sister-in-law radiant with her baby bump, reminding her why this alliance needed to happen.

“I’d be waiting outside, dear” Nat kissed her cheek and went to take her place with the other bridesmaids.

Tony was staring at her, pale like a ghost, whispering his sister's name. It wasn’t the first time in the last months Bells was told how much alike she was with his mother, their mother but this time Tony didn’t say anything, just looked at her eyes to find determination that matched his concern.

“Everything it’s beautiful, Peps, thank you” the bride said and the ginger smiled with a hint of sadness barely visible.

“It’s the least I could do for you, topolina. You deserve beautiful things” she never had a mother, not that she could remember, but with Pepper there she could feel like she did.

Pepper gave her husband a gentle squeeze in the arm and went to join the rest of the guest.

“I have Frank ready to go, say the word and we leave” his first words almost made her chuckle, he spent the last fifteen days planning ways to get her out of this but Bells always refused, a small and stupid part of her happy because she would marry the man she loved.

“I want to do this, Tony, for all of us” that part it was true, this marriage was the only way she could protect him and Pepper and the baby, Billy and Dinah, Frank and Maria and the kids, the family she dreamed about since she was a kid and that she finally had. It also would save her from Carlo Russo’s greedy hands.

Bells knew one or two things about the mob, mostly from movies and for that she was sure the respect from his brother to her choices were more part of his good soul, she heard some stories from Maria that made her want to kill Carlo Russo even more.

True to the man she met not too long ago Tony didn’t fight her, instead he straightened his bow tie and extended an arm out for her to take it.

“Then allow me to walk you down the aisle, signorina, it will be my honour” the charm went back to his eyes and Bells could breathe, if she could count on them, she could do anything.

The music started playing when the wedding planner gave the signal and every one of her friends smiled at her or blew kisses at her before marching down the aisle. From where she was she could see Maria walk with confidence, not sparing a glance to her father who unfortunately was sited next to her brother Billy and Dinah.

Natasha was the last one, looking at her with reassurance one last time before following the others, then it was their turn.

“I love you, topolina”

“Love you too, Tony”

The crowd of guest was an unfocused picture, she only had eyes for the man waiting for her at the altar, wearing a black tux with a new haircut, his long chestnut locks were gone, sending a silly wave of sorrow through her veins.

She loved his hair, in an embarrassing impulse she remembered pulling his long hair to get him to kiss her again when-

Bells stopped herself.

It was dangerous to think about those times, they were gone the minute he saw her as one of his properties and decided to punish her for something she never did.

Bucky’s eyes never left her the whole way to him, drinking her like he was dying of thirst. Steve must have noticed too because he gave him a subtle bump to get him to blink and stop looking like he would commit sacrilege in the middle of the church.

The beautiful glass windows projected a million colors around her when Tony lifted the veil and with a barely visible hesitance put her hand in Bucky’s.

“I’m confident you will protect her with your life, Barnes” was all he said, dead serious when Bucky gave him a solemn nod and her brother kissed her forehead.

With her eyes watching her step, Bells avoided looking at him until it was impossible to keep going.

A soft smile, one she thought she lost forever, resurfaced when their eyes locked and the bride could read what he was thinking.

She was his, always was and always would be and he would never let her go.

I'd do bad things with you >>>

Hiya! I'm super happy to post this story even if I don't know what I'm doing, to be honest I'm not fluent in italian, so here's the translation of the pet names I used:

-topolina: Little mouse.

-signorina: Miss.

If I made a mistake with that, feel free to correct me and tell me what you think! What do you think it will happen?

Love, Lily.

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x curvy!reader #mob!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst

[sevendeadlyheadcanons]

The Seven Deadly Sins if they played Minecraft

I love minecraft. Imagine this is like a modern AU but they also have all their abilities and stuff still.

-They all have a realm together. Meliodas owns it.

-Ban and Meliodas can’t build for shit and have little dirt houses.

-Elaine, Elizabeth and Diane have a cute girl house that they share (they looked up the design on pinterest) and they let them sleep there in exchange for mining goods and loot

-King builds the most extravagant house ever and Diane eventually moves in with him. He has a dog named Oslow

-Merlin knows how to make all of the potions by heart

-She absolutely stole a villager’s house and sleeps there

-I like to imagine Escanor (daytime) would hype his house up so much and be like “This house is the pinnacle of our village” and it just looks like this

-Gowther builds a humble little home. It’s very beautiful but it’s not very spacious. It’s simply good for what he needs. He got a cat called Nadja.

-Gowther is also CEO of farming crops. King is CEO of farming animals (Ban breeds them and kills them for meat when he’s not looking because King finds it cruel)

-Meliodas also has a parrot named Wandle

-Escanor writes poems in books and quills and leaves them signed as “Author Unknown” and leaves them in an item frame on Merlin’s doorstep. She knows it’s him but doesn’t have the heart to tell him she knows.

-Merlin somehow has every single rare mob in the game in little glass cases.

-Gowther doesn’t need to sleep so he stays up all night mining and everyone will wake up and he’ll be like “Hey guys i’ve got 269 diamonds you want some?”

-Merlin forces Orlandi to take over the computer and strip mine for her while she does her real life work and experiments

-They invited Zeldris and he was like “Minecraft? That’s a game for little babies. Call me when you’re playing Fortnite like real men”

-Meliodas and Ban probably fought the wither while everyone else was offline and they just came onto their game to find their village blown up and a beacon in the middle of the wreckage.

-King dies all the time to the most random shit. Lightning strikes, fall damage, baby zombies. Once he tried to prank Ban back by leading a creeper into his dirt hut but in the process the creeper got struck by lightning and became charged and absolutely demolished King.

-Diane can’t build to save her life but she takes designs off Pinterest and then pretends she came up with them all on her own

-Elaine is a god at building. She decorates their whole village with lanterns and cherry blossom petals

-Elizabeth can somewhat build but often needs inspiration

-Ban has a horse he named “Young Sheldon”

-They have a discord server and King is the mod. He has constant power trips. The only one who has admin privileges is Diane.

-Escanor kills every mob he can and puts their drops in item frames on his wall as “Reminders of the ones who couldn’t pass him”

Idk why i wrote this, I hope you guys are having a lovely day 💙💙💙

#minecraft #nanatsu no taizai #the seven deadly sins #meliodas nnt #elizabeth nnt #gowther nnt #ban nnt #diane nnt #escanor nnt #headcanons #king nnt #merlin nnt #harlequin nnt #elaine nnt

[queenoftheantz]

Top 5 Anime/Manga characters of all time and why?

oh wow hmmm....

Completely subjectively:

Oikawa Tooru (haikyuu!!)

Oikawa... he is just yknow. My Character. But I also often in my daily life have a little Oikawa in my head reminding me that my passion is my passion because it's fun and I love it. That talent and skill are intertwined but also not static or pre-determined, that I might not be as good as I think I should be, and I might never be, but if I don't try I definitely won't. Maybe I will reach my goal today, or tomorrow, or in 30 years. And I can do it at the pace and path that suits me. He speaks of all this AS WELL as the very bitter feelings that preceeds these revelations. I also really love his focus on facilitating others, of reaching potential together, of trust and faith in his team and their in him!

2. Marcille Donato (Dungeon Meshi)

Oh Marcille. (Manga spoilers here) Marcille started out so silly and to be honest? Annoying? Girly and anxious and squemish. But then you realise that these parts are absolutely true, but she is also determined and loyal and scared and unafraid and skilled. The firly and squemish becomes charming in contrast to her being excited to experience death and morally ambigious enough to use ancient magic or become a dungeon lord. And then you learn even more about her and her family, the way she grew up and how she probably is... pretty young, considering everything. The knowledge and life experience of someone being 40 maybe, but with the brain to handle it of a 19 year old... she is so afraid for everyone to die away and yet she cant help but love people! Isn't that lovely!? And as someone very afraid to lose my parents I really really feel for her relationship with her father. I think Marcille was a character who really illustrates the progression of tone in Dungeon meshi, represents the themes of the story so well, and really grew on me. Also gay. hi.

3. Shinji Ikari (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

I know people don't like this guy but he shaped me so much as a teen. I think his journey through lacking self-esteem and depression and self hatred is both fascinating, nuanced and in the end, encouraging! Imagine being offered to join humanity all as one, never feel rejected or alone again and then DESPITE all he has gone through, chosing to be yourself after all! And frankly I love that the show lets him be cowardly and weak and unsympathetic, it makes him more real and make his strong moments stronger. Also gay. hi

4. Mob (Mob psycho 100)

Mobs story is more low key, but I also enjoy a story about a young boy who FIRST has to find the motivation to improve himself, and THEN has to realise that improving yourself and being a good person does not necessarily mean to surpress any negative or strong emotions. Once again, a story about acceoting yourself, even the sides you have a hard time controlling and find off-putting or scary. And I think Mob gets to realise this in a silly and gently way!

5. Abe takaya (ookiku furikabutte)

Oh Abe. It's that one page. When he is explaining to Sakeaguchi his backstory with Haruna, and he is talking about it so casually, it's no big deal, but you can tell. "Everyone is afraid of pain". It makes my heart clench every time. It's his control-issues, his fast felling into caring about Mihashi as a person, but then slowly realising what that actually means. It's him being shocked by the smile, it's him doing anything to win, it's him not realising how mean he is. In a different story Abe would have been a bully. But fortunately for him Momoe and the team and Mihashi himself are not putting up with any of it and he slowly and also gently improves himself. I gotta catch up with oofuri. (also gay. hi)

Shout outs to: Hinata Shoyo (of course), Mihashi Ren (also of course), Edward Elric, Sophie (Howls moving castle movie), Reigen (im not immune), Tamaki (ohshc, sometimes i just think about him and hes so charming and fun and i relate), Kanamori (Keep your hands off Eizouken!, shes just. so cool. It's a fun show but every time shes on screen im blushing a bit shes just! Wow!), and the straight college student from one of my fave BL's who has to go on a personal journey to accept that he actually likes a man who's bigger and taller than him and has a big ass. Shoutouts to him too.

#antswers #Anonymous #recs

[theendless22]

Peeta Mellark Headcanons (Modern Day Technology!):

I got inspired by a titkok I saw this morning that said Peeta would be obsessed with Minecraft and TikTok, I couldn’t help myself. 🩵

My Masterlist

Minecraft

Peeta’s your biggest fangirl, watching you play video games in awe.

This inevitably leads to introducing minecraft to him… and it’s safe to say he’s addicted!

You both have matching skins.

It starts off with a multiplayer minecraft world, you teach him the basics, laughing when he dies from fall damage.

“It’s not funny!” He pouts.

The first night is actual torture.

You best believe he’ll be shrieking at the mobs.

“HELP ME!”

*breadboy12 was slain by zombie*

(Although he’s a fighter irl I’d imagine him to be a useless defender in minecraft, but at least he tries)

Would sacrifice himself for you if you were under attack.

After the first night he’d ensure to make a house for you both.

He’d cry when a creeper blows it up.

You thought he gave up building until you see a small cottage made of birch and cherry wood the next day.

It’s decorated with a wheat farm and animal pen at the side.

“Do you like our house?” He types in chat, crouching up and down at you.

Would giggle when he places his minecraft bed next to yours.

Has every cat and dog he can find.

He’d totally make an animal sanctuary for them, after you complain they take too much space in the cottage.

Definitely makes a bakery where the price for bread is a kiss (only if it’s from you)

Peeta is definitely the flower gatherer.

Don’t be surprised when Peeta whacks you, throwing your favourite flower onto the ground.

“For you :)” is all he’d say before running away into your shared cottage.

You think his antics are cheesy, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. :)

Tiktok

Reposts his entire fyp

Definitely the biggest contributor to his 20+ hour screen time a week.

He’d insist on having a matching pfp with you.

If you say no his pfp would just be his favourite picture of you. “You’re just so pretty baby!”

Apart from bakery accounts you’d be the only person he follows. He doesn’t understand why that makes you so happy.

I’m a firm believer that he wouldn’t indulge in the tiktok thirst traps.

He’d probably block the people making them because the only person he wants to see in that way is you. 🥲

If you posted dancing tiktoks of your own he’d watch it over and over again in awe.

“You look beautiful!” He’d comment. (alongside the other 25+ comments of him admiring you)

Would actually go feral if he saw you make a thirst trap of your own.

His response would totally be: “Gnawing at the bars of my enclosure”. It’s inevitable he becomes victim to the tiktok language at this point, especially when he hears it from you.

Results in Johanna commenting under his comments, telling him to go and touch grass.

He’d get pouty at this, it’s not his fault you’ve got him acting out. :(

A big fan of the “things to do with your partner” videos.

“This reminded me of you”

Would tag you in videos along the lines of “which orange cat am I?”

Leads to a rabbit hole of watching funny cat videos.

His favourites are the cat pov videos, but he equally loves watching animal rescue videos.

He’d stumble across those baby sensory videos (the ones with the vegetables) and unironically be watching them for an hour.

Tiktok would also give him massive baby fever.

“Just the one baby, please!” “Peeta no.”

He’d send you many baby fever videos in hopes it changes your mind.

He’s a sucker for the couple TikTok trends.

“We need to do that together!”

Secretly wants to make a dancing tiktok with you.

Has a private folder full of your reposts, specifically the ones about your special interests so he can educate himself on what you care about.

“No way! I didn’t know you were a Taylor Swift fan!” (his private folder says otherwise) 👀

Results in him becoming obsessed with your special interests.

Peeta would obviously be consumed by breadtok, having thousands of saved videos in his favourites.

You’re no longer surprised when you visit and see his tiktok inspired creations.

“I saw it on tiktok!” He’d beam.

Would definitely start a colony of sourdough after seeing the “100 year old sourdough starter” trend.

Keeps up with the tiktok cake drama (if yk yk)

Scared of the yo ho sea videos (he’d never admit it)

Shits himself when you’re near bodies of water and you start singing it.

However he still watches them to tell you interesting sea facts.

Nobody can convince me that he doesn’t religiously watch the Reddit AITA videos with minecraft parkour or subway surfers in the background.

Gets heated when the person is actually the asshole.

“How could they do that?” “They suck!” “I’d never do that to you baby!”

You laugh, a small smile on your lips because it’s true, he’d never do that to you.

Additional headcanons

Peeta makes a world on the sims, spending hours ensuring you and him look like yourself in real life. In his world you and him are happily married, having multiple babies together and a few pets. He uses the sim world almost as a manifestation of the life he wants with you, as he genuinely sees you both spending the rest of your lives together.

Has a private tumblr account that acts as his diary, he often recalls his day with you, and if that day is particularly good he makes his entries in the same formation as a fan fic (He’s just that whipped) :)

(I’m open for suggestions to make more of these, feedback is appreciated!) This is the first post I’ve made in a few years so I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did making it 💗

#peeta mellark #the hunger games peeta #peeta mallark x reader #thg peeta #peeta x reader #i love peeta #josh hutcherson #the hunger games #thg series #headcanon #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt #Mike Schmidt x reader #josh futturman #Mike Schmidt comfort

[thosehallowedhalls]

Home

Book: Crimes of Passion

Pairing: M!Trystan Thorne x Emma Rose (F!MC)

Rating: Teen

Word count: 1138

Summary: Five times Trystan asked Emma to move in with him and the one time she said yes.

A/N: Submission for @choicesmonthlychallenge, rainbow prompts + National Take a Walk in the Park day (both in the fourth vignette).

One

“No offense, but old New York apartments are a menace,” Trystan says, opening his door wider to let Emma in.

“I’ve lost half my plays,” she complains as she drops her overnight bag on the floor. “My Folio editions were spared, but my collection of second-hand Penguins is a soggy wreck.”

“Not to be insensitive to your predicament, but I’m more worried about other things.”

“Like my furniture?”

“That, and the fact that your apartment flooding means the probability of mold in the very near future.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I’m not looking forward to a mold infection.” She pinches the bridge of her nose. “Can I stay with you for a few days?”

“I hoped that went without saying.”

“Thanks.” She looks around. “I don’t think I’ve ever spent more than a couple nights in a row here. It’ll be a little weird staying longer than that.”

“Maybe we should see it as a sign.”

“Of what?”

“That you should move in here.”

She snorts. “Yeah, let’s ask Ruby and Luke while we’re at it. Make a commune out of it.”

He could tell her he wasn’t kidding, but if that’s her reaction to what she thinks is a joke, she definitely isn’t ready. So he files it away for now.

“Come on, I’ll make you dinner.”

She sighs. “I really love you.”

“So I’ve been told.”

Two

He tries again a month later. They’re lying in bed on a Sunday morning, lazing about and enjoying a rare day off. Tracing a hand down her side, relishing the warmth of her skin, he doesn’t even think before the words are out of his mouth. “Move in with me.”

She goes completely still. “Here?”

“Yes? We can look for someplace else if you want, but I've always thought you liked my apartment.”

“I do, it’s just…” She seems to be searching for the right words. “We’ve only been together for three months.”

“And in that time, we took down three killers, an extortion ring masquerading as a cult, the Russian mob, and a jewel thief. Besides, if spending a month with my family didn’t send you running for the hills, nothing will. Move in with me.”

“Trystan…”

“That’s a no tone if I ever heard one.”

“It’s been three months,” she says again. “It’s too soon.”

“Very well. We can revisit the topic later.” He pulls her on top of him. “In the meantime, I have a few ideas about how to spend today.”

She smiles against his lips. “I’m all ears.”

Three

They’ve just stumbled into his apartment, both bleeding from various scrapes and cuts, and bruising already forming on their bodies.

Never again, Trystan swears, will they go after a pair of knife-wielding accidental kidnappers amped up on methamphetamine.

“Ugh.” She winces when she places a hand on her stomach. “Why couldn’t this happen closer to my apartment? I have an actual first aid kit there, not the pitiful thing you think passes for one.”

“You could keep your first aid kit here. You know, if you lived here.”

Emma groans. “You’re seriously bringing up moving in together now?”

“Why not? I love you. Do you love me?”

Even when aching from half a dozen different body parts, she can’t resist teasing him. “Well…”

He waves this off. “You love me. So why not move in with me? I’ve got a better coffee machine and wi-fi connection anyway.”

“Can’t argue with that one. But it is, I am forced to repeat, much too soon.”

He shrugs. “As you wish. Pass me those bandages, will you?”

Four

They’re walking down Central Park, both holding a cup of coffee and enjoying the balmy spring breeze. A motley of flowers explodes around them, a vibrant jumble of colors and scents. Trystan takes a deep breath. “God, I love this time of year.”

“Yeah, it’s hard to beat New York in the spring.”

He laces his fingers with hers. “Or this particular spot in the city. This is your favorite coffee shop, isn’t it?”

“One of them.”

“It’s only a couple of blocks from my apartment.”

She rolls her eyes. “Oh, here we go.”

“You’re practically living there already,” he points out.

“I keep a toothbrush and a set of workout clothes there. Not quite the same thing.”

“Semantics. If your things live with me, why can’t you?”

“I don’t think you understand what you’re asking. I’d be there all the time.”

“Yes, I believe that goes without saying.”

“Most couples that live together don’t also work together. We’d be on top of each other nonstop.”

“Can’t say I’d mind that,” he says with a grin, then laughs when she gives him a light shove. “Fine. I’ll ask again next month.”

Five

“So when are you two taking the plunge?” Luke asks.

They’ve just left Mafalda’s house after dinner, a dinner where he and Ruby announced that they’re moving in together. Appalled, she turns to him. “Luke! Rude!”

“Oh, today isn’t about us.” Emma chimes in. “I’d rather talk about when you’re going to ask Ruby to marry you.”

When he flushes bright red, she smirks. “That’s what I thought.”

Once they’re in his car, Trystan turns to her. “You know, Luke makes an excellent point. When are we taking the plunge?”

She gives him a sideways glance. “Of course you’re going to jump on that. I’m almost surprised you didn’t say anything back there.”

“I would never.” Taken aback that she’d think otherwise, he cuts her a look. “First of all, that was their moment. And second, using others to convince you falls outside the bounds of fair play.”

“I know.” Her voice has gone a lot softer. “I’m just teasing.”

“Besides,” he adds. “I wasn’t particularly eager to hear you say no in front of all our friends.”

She gives him an odd look. “And you’re sure I would have said no, huh?”

“Evidence points to yes.”

“Hmm.” But she doesn’t say anything else afterwards.

Six

Emma stretches from her spot on the couch after the longest workday in recent memory. “God, I hate paperwork days. I’m too tired to move. Okay if I stay over tonight?”

“Sure. Or you could just move in already,” Trystan says, reaching for the remote.

“Okay.”

His hand freezes in mid-air. “Sorry, what?”

“I’ll move in.”

He blinks. “You’ll move in. With me?”

“Unless you’re planning to move out, yeah.” At his blank look, she seems to shrink a little. “But hey, if you’ve changed your mind…”

A slow smile spreads over his face. “Oh, not even close. Took you long enough.”

“From where I’m standing, it took me just long enough.”

“You would find a way to argue about this.”

“Does that surprise you?”

“Not remotely.” He tugs her into his arms and presses a lingering kiss to her forehead. “Welcome home, Emma.”

#trystan x emma #trystan x mc #trystan thorne #emma rose #crimes of passion #playchoices

[hisuiregionontop]

I've been thinking about it on and off for almost a month now, so!! Here's what I've considered:

Reigen:

- He'd definitely have a Psyduck. Despite the name, Psyduck is and has always been a pure water type.

- Nacli. Na is sodium. Salt splash. Comedy genius.

- Hypno. I think because of the pendulum

Ritsu:

- Kadabra. The spoon, but also because it's essentially a younger brother to Alakazam.

- Espeon, because Espeon isn't born a psychic type, like how Ritsu had to awaken his powers

- Shedinja. I'm gonna be completely honest, I don't have any valid reasons for this

Teruki:

- I'm super obsessed with the idea of him having an Alolan Exeggutor, for obvious reasons.

- Jolteon, probably because of the hair. Also when he does his air whips it reminds me of electricity :]

- Ralts. No idea why.

(I was so tempted to give him an all-Alola team of Exeggutor, Dugtrio, and Raichu but I felt it was kinda cheap)

Mob:

- Milcery. Milk. Again, comedy genius. Also, Milcery is just super cute and Mob would love cute Pokémon

- Espurr. Adorable, psychic, and it was my favorite Pokémon for a while

- Flabébé, because @/chainsaw-headache mentioned the flower that sprouts from Mob's head during the Mogami arc and I LOVED that idea :] also it kinda reminds me of A-Z from X & Y, which the Mogami arc reminds me of

(Unrelated, but during a car ride when I was twelve or thirteen, I encountered a shiny Flabébé and accidentally ohko'd it. Did I cry? Almost.)

Tome:

- Cleffa comes from space! It's a great fit for her (also the Clefairy line kinda reminds me of the aliens from MP100 for some reason)

- Elgyem/Beheeyem. iirc, they're linked to UFO crash sites within the lore of Pokémon

- I think she'd be super into searching for Deoxys tbh

Shou:

- Quilava, probably exclusively because of aesthetics.

- Victini. Tell me he doesn't look EXACTLY like Victini

- Ditto. I think he'd like Ditto. No explanations

Serizawa:

- Mimikyu. It seems evil, but it really isn't. It just needs people, like Serizawa.

- I get Flaafy vibes, honestly

- Skitty. I feel like he'd ADORE Skitty tbh

(Side note, why isn't there an umbrella Pokémon. As much as I love Klefki, an umbrella makes just as much sense, which is zero)

Tsubomi:

- Eevee, because everyone loves Eevee. It's popular, like Tsubomi.

- Swoobat, because I feel like she'd love it. It's cute.

- Deerling, just because I really love the idea

Honestly a lot of these are just vibes so feel free to provide better ones :]

#mp100 #pokemon #mob psycho 100 #pokemon teams

[kalmiaphlox]

If You Give a Vampire a Polymorph Scroll Pt 2

Part 1 / AO3 Link / Masterlist

If you give a vampire a polymorph scroll, he's going to sow a little chaos. When he creates that chaos, he'll probably want someone by his side. When he has that someone, they are going to be very, very naughty.

Alternatively: Astarion turns Kalmia into a little lizard. They commit crimes and have fun because Astarion likes some chaos, and Kalmia will never deny him.

Main Tags: Tiny Dragon, blood drinking, payback, Catstarion, dancing on the beach, idiots in love

Hungry.

Food. 

Must eat. So hungry.

Why is that man talking to Astarion?

EatEatEat

The man approaches her and she pauses in her feeding. “Pretty thing that one is, are you a sorcerer? I've heard they carry dragons around to connect with their heritage, so the-”

Astarion has bristled, he doesn't like sorcerers. She knows that. “ Don't touch her. Now run along now, we aren't interested in company.”

Will Astarion eat him? I eat him . 

Very hungry.

“How much for the lizard? It's clearly defective, I can give you-”

Jumping up to his feet, Astarion grabs the man's collar, pulling them face to face, seething with hatred. “Fuck. Off. Before I gut you like the pig you are.” He flashes his pearly fangs in the moonlight, hand inching towards his dagger.

Why not just kill him? They can eat so good . 

FoodFood

The man stumbles back, slipping in the sand before running off for who knows where. 

She's tired of the mindlessness. 

Breaking the spell, Kalmia returns to herself, if a few pounds heavier. By the Gods, she ate too much.

Astarion startles, “How did you do that? I didn't stop the spell!”

Ugh, her head. It's so nice to think normally again. “ Irthiski , you do know beings that shape change can easily shrug off polymorph? I was being nice by playing along.”

“What?! But your mother-”

“ Mother is an ancient fucking dragon, her magic and whatever cheap scroll you used are very, very different. I'd expect a magistrate to read the fine print.” She brushes sand from her body. Oh, she will ache tomorrow. “Why didn't you kill that man? Are you going soft on me?”

“I don't know. I should- ugh, he tried to buy you. I should have torn his damn throat out.” He seems uncomfortable with the subject, strange when he rarely turns down a meal.

“Want to share or drop it?”

Raking a hand through his flawless curls, Astarion groans in frustration. It's always a sight when he's at a loss for words. “He just- He reminded me of some of my targets, from back then . I had a type you could say… before I moved on to literally anyone that would give me the time because it was quicker - didn't want to leave Cazador waiting.”

She had barely acknowledged that man, her damned brain too consumed with consuming. He hasn't spoken much about his targets in specifics, the only one she knows by name is Sebastian, but that's it. “I understand.” They both are struggling with words to say. It's a fragile subject, she'd hate to get it wrong. 

“I know you do. Why don't we go home? I'm more intere-”

“There's the monster! ” They were too engrossed in their conversation to see a mob coming their way. That man is back, with three other people in tow, ready for a fight. “My lady, get away from him! He's a vampire!”

How fucking dare they! Monster? Monster?!

She glares at the offenders, then looks back to Astarion, who is watching her carefully. “Can I kill them, irthiski ?”

He sighs and waves her off, “Knock them out, I'm hungry.”

“ All of them?”

“Ugh, yes. ”

Good enough. Kalmia strides towards the men, it's not quite “pitchforks and torches”, they're a little more prepared than that with some proper armor, weapons and a magic user.

Not that it means anything to her.

The man from earlier speaks, “My lady, are you unharmed? Come quickly to us, we will-” She sucker punches him, knocking the lad out instantly. The three others gape as she lunges for them, smashing two heads together, and punching the last one in the jaw.

Easy .

“My liege, dinner is served.” She bows dramatically with a wave of her hands.

Astarion inspects the bodies, tilting his head this way and that. “Hmm, you split his lip, and that one's cheek is busted. I'll have to deduct some points for the loss of blood. Otherwise, not too bad.”

“ Wux re vi inloil di tawura .” She says with a sniff. 

Pausing his inspections to translate, he chuckles. “Darling, presentation matters… but, I won't complain. Nothing beats having my meals served fresh .”

“You already did complain, but… whatever.” Stepping away to let him gorge, she stares out across the vast ocean, ships bobbing along with the waves and who knows what sea creatures lie beneath the peaceful view.

It'll be warm enough for those swimming lessons soon. She hopes Astarion will still want to (re)learn when they get the chance.

Shuffling behind her lets her know he's done, and turning around, Kalmia finds that Astarion is already taking care of the bodies. She hadn't expected him to fully drain that man , but, hmm… There's no need to push right now. “Want me to dump those?”

He flaps his hand at her, “I can handle it. Only seems fair that I clean up when you provided .”

Eugh, who is this man and what has he done to Astarion? 

She'll let the imposter stay though, they can still have fun.

When the bodies have been disposed of, Astarion sidles up to her with a soft smile, taking her hand and kissing the back of it. What a cute kitty. He always fills her with butterflies, a feeling she once thought long lost to her. 

Intertwining their fingers, Kalmia pulls him close. “Have you ever danced on the beach?”

“Can't say that I have. Do you want to dance?” He feathers the lightest of kisses along her cheek before nipping at the soft skin there.

“I thought you'd never ask!” She laughs, returning his kisses with a deep one, flicking her tongue across his lips. He's clearly hungry for more but she pulls away, “Dancing first, other fun later.”

He groans in an exaggerated manner, but takes the lead, one hand clasped with hers and the other around her waist, pulling her flush against him as they begin swaying together, just moving across the sand in rhythmic motion.

This is no ballroom waltz, it's just two people very in love slow dancing under the moonlight to the music in their head.

It's perfect.

Astarion closes his eyes, resting his cheek against hers. “I dont think I'll ever get tired of all this.”

“I sure hope not, irthiski .”

With a spin and dip, he supports Kalmia as they kiss once more. She feels very lucky at this moment to have not been born with wild magic capabilities, there would have been explosions from how sweet this scene makes her feel.

“Shall we head home, my love?”

“Yes.”

++++

Astarion is practically buzzing as he draws his stolen fabrics from his bags, inspecting each piece diligently for damage and dirt, before writing notes onto some loose parchment.

Kalmia loves the way his brow furrows in concentration and the twitch of his lips when scrutinizing a thread out of place, pulling at it with a look of utter disgust. He should use one of those magnifying glasses to help him pour over each and every filament in the fibers.

When the cloths meet his standards, he packs them away into the side room, where the door is near permanently closed. Only Astarion may enter now, his projects too precious for others to lay eyes on.

Ah, she loves him so dearly.

And she knows, without a doubt, that he returns all that love. Deeply, needily, happily, harshly. 

But he needs to pay the price of his actions. She allowed his prank to extend on much longer than it should have, and someone in the household had asked for a kitty.

Kalmia can provide.

“Mutatio Forma!” Her voice rings out, enveloping her nasty vampire in a purple mist that once dissipated, leaves a spitting cat with the plushest, whitest fur she has ever laid eyes on. 

His coat is fluffy without being poofy, and the tail is swishing around angrily, as he yowls, “What have you done to me? You vile fiend!” There is rage in those blood red eyes, shining like rubies against that gorgeous white face.

Kalmia squeals in delight. “Oh, look at you!! What a handsome boy!” 

He hisses, sharp teeth at the ready with back arched as she reaches forward to scratch under his chin. Any fight in him is lost, becoming a puddle of fur in her hands as he purrs louder than a certain dragon. 

Cradling her kitty in her arms, she takes him to their room so he can admire himself in the mirror. 

Of course, Astarion is absolutely enamored with himself in any iteration. “Look at that shine! Oh, I really do take care of myself.” Hopping down from the vanity, he winds between her legs, tail curling around her ankle as he does so. “Can't you brush me?” 

She obliges, pulling the comb from the bathroom and waiting for him to settle in her lap once she sits on the bed. He curls up tightly, having accepted his fate, while Kalmia runs through his wispy fur with the brush. The hum of his purr is so powerful it vibrates through her fingertips.

If it weren't for other matters, she would brush him until the sun burns out.  

-wux re vi inloil di tawura = you're a piece of work -Astarion is a Turkish angora here. I almost chose a ragdoll or Persian, but I think he'd be a bit more sleek

#astarion #bg3 #fanfic #astarion fanfic #baldur's gate 3 #astarion fic #ao3 #astarion ancunin #we love dumb dragons

[gaysindistress]

When Night Comes - eight

Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: mob!Bucky, cursing, the feels, angst, mentions of past abuse (Alix is a terrible person)

word count: 4k

seven | masterlist

Tag list: @vickie5446 @cakesandtom  @buckybarnessimpp @hidden-treasures21​ @unaxv​ @mal-adaptive-dreams @elizacusi-blog

a/n: We’re jumping between 3 or 4 different scenes here so strap in and get ready. 

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest

The first thing that flashes through her mind when she wakes up is Yelena with the kiss quickly following suit. Pulling the covers over her head, she creates a bubble to ignore the world around her. What the actual fuck did she get herself into? 

She isn’t allowed much peace when her phone goes off. Jessica made sure that she had her own ringtone almost immediately after they met, claiming that she was just that special when it was really because she wanted to make sure Sunny always answered her calls. 

“Hey girl hey!” She cheers through the speaker phone. 

“What?” 

“Ouch, what crawled up your ass and died?” “It’s been a long night. What’s up?” Jessica stays silent for a few seconds, debating whether or not to reveal her secret, “Well remember how I said that I wasn’t going to get back with Peter?” “I swear to god if the next thing you say is ‘surprise, we’re back together’, I’ll literally lose my shit.”

“Ye have little faith. No I didn’t get back with Peter but you also didn’t let me finish. I’m going out with one of Yelena’s friends Friday and I would love if you could help me get ready for it.”

“Who is it?”

“You don’t know them.”

“No shit,” Sunny says while pushing the blankets off so she can breath fresh air, “What’s their name?”

“Natasha.” “Oh a girl? I thought you didn’t like girls.”

Shuffling is heard from the other side, no doubt as a result of Jessica flopping onto her stomach on her bed, “I said I wished that I was so I figured why not give it a try? What’s the worst that can happen?”

“You lead her on and she gets hurt.”

“I would never do such a thing. I’m always honest about my feelings even if it hurts a person which reminds me, why is Yelena sulking?” “I’m going to need more info than that,” she huffs when the woman in question appears on her fire escape. 

“She’s been such a downer lately and I have a sneaking suspicion it has something to do with Mr. Sexy.”

“Why would I know the answer to that?”

“Because you’re like all she talks about.”

Sunny glances over at Yelena who is leaning against the window now, examining her nails and pretending that she can’t hear their conversation. 

“That’s interesting but no I don’t know and I have to go. Bye, love you.”

Jessica sputters in confusion at her quick hang up but manages to sneak in a “love you too bitch”. 

“I’m not sulking.” 

“I didn’t say that,” Sunny says, pulling her blanket back over her shoulders, “why are you here?”

“Ouch,” Yelena fakes being offended and drops herself onto the bed next to her, “You aren’t even a little bit excited to see me?”

“I didn’t mean it like that… It's been a long few days.”

“Want to talk about it?”

She shrugs her shoulders and lets out a long sigh, “Not really. You still haven’t told me why you’re here.”

“Checking on you, making sure you haven’t committed any crimes.”

“You’ll be the first person I call if I get arrested.”

“I’m honored that you’d call me before Bucky.”

“Well he would probably lose it on the entire police station so…”

“You could’ve just said “Yes Yelena. I would call you first because I like you a lot more than that douche bag.” I would’ve taken that.”

“Yes Yelena I would call you first because I like you WAY more than that man.”

Yelena’s face goes blank as she says, “Were you thinking about me when you kissed him?”

Jessica groans as someone pounds on her apartment door. The smell of wet dog invades her living room as the pounding grows louder and the person responsible grows less patient. 

“Jessica open the fucking door!”

“What are you doing? Are you trying to get the cops called?” she hisses at Alix who is soaking wet from the heavy rainfall outside. Alix goes to reprimand her for speaking to her pack leader that way but Jessica yanks her inside. 

“Stay here. I don’t want water and wet dog all over everything,” she tells Alix as she disappears to find towels and extra clothes. 

The sound of wet clothes dropping onto her floor comes from the living room and as she walks back in, she finds Alix in just her tank top and underwear, her jeans and zip up on the ground around her. 

“Give me that,” she demands, snatching the towel out of Jessica’s hands and starts to dry off her body and braids, “What do you have on the Strigoi?”

“Nothing like I told you last night. Y/N isn’t saying anything and I can’t get close enough to anyone else.”

“What about Peter?”

“Ghosted me.”

Alix raises one eyebrow, “What did you do?”

“Why do you assume I did something?” “Because you always do.”

Jessica wrinkles her nose at the insult, “I may have slapped a girl he was kissing.”

Alix stops wringing out her braids and closes her eyes while taking a deep breath, “Your only job is to keep tabs on Bucky and his group. How the fuck did you manage to mess that up?”

“No no you said to watch Y/N and to TRY and keep tabs on the others. I am doing my job just not the side tasks.” A growl rings through the small apartment, “So help me God, Jessica. The more you act out, the more likely your cover is going to be blown. Speaking of which, who knows about you?” “Peter and Yelena obviously but Y/N doesn’t.”

“Has anyone brought it up?” “Peter did but only to ask if it’s true that I turn into a wolf every full moon. I don’t think Yelena cares and Bucky or Steve don’t come in enough to notice.”

“We both know that Yelena cares but is just waiting to see what happens. What about Peggy?”

Jessica shrugs, “I don’t answer the door so I’m assuming not.”

Alix rolls her eyes before tossing the towel back at Jessica and brushes past her to raid her closet for dry clothes. 

“How close are you to going through with the plan?” she calls out. 

Jessica hums for a second, thinking about her progress, “It’s going to take longer than I thought. Y/N isn’t telling me anything so I can’t tell what’s going on with Bucky or Yelena.”

“But she’s close enough to them though?”

“Kinda. Juliette, that dumbass, had a meeting with him and Steve at the restaurant that we were at and she saw, assumed they were a couple, and dipped. She did go out with Yelena but I don’t think she’s going to give him the time of day again.”

Alix comes back out wearing some of Sunny’s clothes that she had left behind during late nights. She takes a seat on the couch, fully leaning back into the plush cushions, “I don’t really care who she gets close to as long as it’s one of them. All we need is an opening to take out the Rogers and Bucky so we can get her back to Fresno where she belongs.”

“Do you really think that’s going to work?” Alix’s eyes flash gold like they usually do when she’s angry, “Of course it is. She belongs to me. Taking out those bloodsuckers, who mind you have been trying to kill me for years, is just a welcomed side effect of bringing her home.”

Jessica rolls her eyes while taking her phone out to scroll aimlessly on tiktok. 

“Did you send the text that I asked?”

“Yes.”

Sunny goes still under her blanket and feels Yelena watching her every move, awaiting her answer. 

“How did you know?” “Aside from the fact that I can smell him everywhere, especially on you, a little birdy told me.”

“I’m sorry.”

Yelena scoffs and shakes her head in disbelief, “I should’ve known better honestly. He always does this.”

Sunny pushes off her blanket and sits up, “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did.” “I don’t want to hear it. It happened and you can’t take it back,” Yelena sighs as she stands and puts distance between them, “I hate to do this but I feel like I don’t have a choice; him or me.”

“You obviously.”

“See I don’t believe you.”

“I promise, it’s you. Whatever I need to do to prove that it’s you, I’ll do it”

Yelena backs away as Sunny stands and tries to get closer. They give each other hurt looks as the other continues to damage the relationship. 

“I don’t believe you or trust him for that matter. Nothing could make me believe that Bucky wouldn’t try and pull something. I won’t be put through that. I’m sorry but I’ll get Bucky to find someone else to watch over you,” Yelena says over her shoulder before slipping back out the window and leaving Sunny fuming.

She wants to scream at the top of her lungs but she can’t risk her neighbors calling the cops so she settles for screaming into her pillow. Her phone distracts her and she’s scrambling to answer it but freezes when she sees that it’s Bucky. 

“Bucky what the fuck?” she growls into her phone. 

“Well hello gorgeous, how are you?”

“Fuck off what did you do?”

“You’re going to have to be more specific, what are you talking about?” “You told Yelena that we kissed.”

“No I definitely did not.” “Don’t lie to me.”

“I swear draga, I’m not lying. I haven’t talked to her since yesterday but she’s supposed to be meeting with me in,” he pauses, “half an hour. I’ll talk to her then, but I promise I wouldn’t have told her without first calling you.”

“Give me your phone.”

“I was just starting to actually like Y/N, did I really need to do that?” Jessica groans as she tosses her phone over to Alix. 

“I don’t care what you want to do” Alix mumbles while reading the messages between Jessica and Yelena, “Good job. Any internal conflict we can cause amongst their ranks, the better.”

She hands back the phone as she asks the question that’s been on her mind for hours, “Did she look like she enjoyed it?”

“It’s not like I had a front row seat. I was on the fire escape, how do you expect me to know that?” “I don’t remember asking for any attitude or did you forget who you’re talking to?”

Jessica lets out an over dramatic sigh, “No I didn’t. I’m sorry for giving you attitude.”

Alix smiles to herself at Jessica’s submission, “Good girl.”

Jessica bites her tongue to keep from saying something that will get her kicked out of the pack or worse, given how moody Alix has been lately. 

“I think she was high and you know how the saying goes.”

“Come on,” Alix says unimpressed with Jessica’s read of the situation.

“What? It wouldn’t be a saying if it wasn’t true.” “Drunk actions are sober thoughts? Don’t even try and convince me that her being high was the only reason why she kissed him. She kissed him because she wanted to.” “Alix I really don’t think she has any interest in him.”

Alix growls her warning to stop talking before it gets worse and reclines further into the couch. Regardless of what Sunny may have been feeling when she kissed Bucky, she still did it and that’s far worse of a betrayal to Alix than anything else. During their relationship, Alix had to constantly remind Sunny that she was hers even when that meant leaving bruises and marks.  Sometimes the physical reminders of her place were the only thing Alix to get to work. On numerous occasions, they were the only thing that kept Sunny from leaving the house and kept her out of trouble. 

“Just do what I ask and don’t question me. I am your leader, Jessica, and I’m done with reminding you.”

Jessica scoffs and takes her phone back, “You’re done? I’m the one who’s had to slum it with humans and Strigoi for the last few years.” “And you do it because I told you to. Quit with the complaining. I don’t want to hear it anymore.”

“Or what? You’ll send me back to California and then what? You’ll have no one here who is as close to Y/N as I am and you’ll be back at square one or even worse since I’m sure she’s going to find out that you’re here soon enough.”

Within seconds, Alix is off of the couch and has Jessica pinned against a wall, “What did you just say?” “I’m your only shot at getting her back.”

Alix’s hand comes up to grip Jessica’s neck and squeezes hard enough that she starts to gasp for air.

“I don’t need you for anything,” she growls with a deep anger, “I could care less about what happens to you so there is nothing stopping me from exposing who you are to Y/N or the Strigoi and leaving you to fend for yourself. Barnes and Rogers won’t like knowing that an rival spy has been working with that filthy demon spawn of theirs. Do you really want to test me right now?”

With the hand clasped tightly on her throat, she can’t say anything but barely nods and whimpers, something that Alix finds great pleasure in. 

“Good,” she loosens her grip just enough for Jessica to get the air she desperately needs, “Don’t fucking do that again or I won’t be so nice.”

Yelena and Bucky sit across from each other, both waiting for the other to speak first. When she arrived, she made an effort to not say a single word and to maintain her stoic face no matter how piercing his gaze may be. She figured based on his matching behavior that Sunny had called him to tell him that their kiss was no longer a secret. Steve had given them questioning looks when she came in but left nonetheless even if he was concerned for either of their safeties. 

“You know.”

Yelena scoffs, shaking her head as she glances around the room, “Obviously.” “Good then we can be adults about this.”

“Says the one who pouted and threw a tantrum when he found out that we went on a date.”

“I didn’t do either of those things.”

She settles her eyes on him for the first time since she sat down, “So what do you call dragging her into your office and then going to her apartment?” “The first thing is called a conversation and the second is called being a gentleman. I was checking on her.”

“With your tongue down her throat.”

“You did the same thing. I’d say you were throwing a tantrum by bringing her to MY club and kissing her 10 feet away from me.”

“She willingly went out with you, I can’t say the same about you. Also, why did you text me off of a burner?”

Bucky’s brows furrow in confusion, “I didn’t.”

She takes her phone out to show him the text that informed her of the kiss, “Yes you did.”

Bucky takes his own out to prove that he never sent her that text; she kissed me.

“Why would I text you from a burner phone?”

Before Yelena can say anything smart back, the door to his office bursts open. A fuming Steve throws the door open and all but slams his phone down on the table. 

“Jessica knows Alix.”

On it is an old picture of Jessica hugging Alix, both smiling like little kids.

Yelena squints at the image, “Where did you get this?” “Peggy found it. I’m not sure where but she just sent it to me. We need to get Sunny to a safe house immediately.”

They look to Bucky who is already half way out of the door. The one person he trusted outside of his people has proven to be the most dangerous person he could imagine. 

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #mob au #bucky barnes x reader #mob!bucky barnes imagine #mob!bucky #mob!bucky barnes x reader #mob!bucky barnes and reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #when night comes bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic #marvel imagine #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes reader insert #marvel #mob bucky barnes #mob bucky x reader #winter soldier imagine #winter soldier x reader #vampire #vampire bucky barnes #vampire!bucky x reader #vampire au

[aiura-stan]

2-17

Ah, the Toritsuka chapter. I actually kind of love his introduction. If only he hadn’t been such a slimeball. But then again, that would undermine the entire purpose of his character.

XD Master Saiki.

This once again reminds me of Mob Psycho. I can’t help but wonder if the two series influenced each other, both being highly successful comedies about vastly overpowered psychic teenagers and their journey to self discovery. I do wonder sometimes why Mob Psycho was so much more successful than Saiki k, at least here in the States. Maybe they *are* equally popular in Japan, but that’s not the case if the internet fandom is anything to judge by (Mob Psycho is much, much more popular. There’s so much more fanart, if you search for it using the Japanese words and fan slang.)

I do enjoy both Aiura and Toritsuka using their powers, each of them ostensibly unimpressive compared to his but both about the only major supernatural abilities he lacks, to find out about him. Lovely situational irony.

Ghosts gather to see Psy users… has anyone ever discussed that this might be the cause of Saiki’s bad luck? But ghosts are by nature well-intentioned according to Toritsuka, so you would think he would have much better than average luck… hmm

Or maybe evil spirits are a thing, and not discussed in the manga for one reason or another. Maybe because they are not human ghosts but Yokai, another kind of spirit.

I do love that Toritsuka comes into the whole thing knowing exactly how many powers saiki has and just how powerful he is, but Toritsuka isn’t put off by it in the least (rather the opposite.) It obviously throws Saiki off. He even seems intrigued… at first. Until Toritsuka reveals his motivations unhesitatingly. He may know everything about Saiki’s powers, but obviously knows nothing of his personality.

From the events of PSIowdown later on in the comic regarding demonic possession and literally stealing people’s bodies, I like the implication that Toritsuka could probably learn other powers… if he was even remotely motivated to do so. So he probably could banish ghosts, if only he’d stop thinking about tits for half a second. I mean, he did learn possession channeling in the first place, for the sole purpose of picking up girls.

this brings up the question, does Toritsuka have relatives? where are they? We never see them. I mean, everyone has relatives, but where are Toritsuka’s real parents? What about his grandparents?

still a really funny panel. Yes half of Toritsuka perv jokes aren’t funny, but this one is perfect.

one thing that I do like about Saiki k is it makes an effort to demonstrate that looks can be deceiving. You have a character like Toritsuka who has pure, clear eyes and good looks (headband aside) who by all social indicators should be a paragon of society, who turns out to be a total creep within 5 minutes of meeting him, and then you have people like what’s the teachers name Iguchi sensei who turns out to be a really good person, even though he looks like a pervert. I think you see this a little with all of the characters, Saiki included. His words never quite match his actions; he looks like a surly average kid but he’s secretly extraordinary and of course very kind.

And Aiura, someone with seemingly low regard for social rules, who by all rights should have a reputation as the school slut, and a failure for her grades, is one of the strongest characters and has a lot of integrity. People respect her for her powers and her self confidence. She’s not who she appears to be either. Even someone like Kurumi turns “monstrous” when her ire is provoked. It gives these characters a layer of complexity that so many gag characters just don’t have, and that’s what sets it apart.

I do wonder if what Saiki says is true. Can’t they be taught? I imagine not. Maybe Toritsuka could approximate something similar to x-ray vision with his own abilities if he was dedicated and studied how he might expand his powers.

despite all of that he still invites Toritsuka over again? Japanese politeness, even from Saiki who has no respect for the kind of person that Toritsuka is? Or maybe it’s a quirk of translation. Let me see.

Okay, to me it looks more like, “yeah, yeah, go home already.” (hai, hai, kae-ta kae—) So, more of a dismissal than an acknowledgement.

Another underutilized power… come on now this is so useable in ship fics. And gen fics too. Saiki would make an entertaining detective character.

Also, if Saiki experiences all five senses live, does that mean…?

XD old man ass. hahaha

end of 2-17💫

#read-saiki #read-saiki 2-17 #meta #I try to start every chapter with theorizing #and end it with something vulgar and inappropriate #Jk #but really #it’s always good to end a chapter in a gag I think

[scribefindegil]

HI I LOVED the new chapter- can you talk about Serizawa a little bit? Is it that his anxiety is fending off the effects of the broccoli since he wanted to take Tsubomi’s request immediately or is it that Reigen’s behavior is reminding him of Suzuki and he doesn’t like that? He’s very interesting to me in this situation

(Also the way Reigen’s anger and panic is what finally tipped him over to Remembering because the brainwash is overcome by strong emotions- just So Good)

I'm so glad you liked the chapter!!

Serizawa's super interesting here because he's VERY susceptible to what Dimple calls "the passion of the masses;" I sometimes see speculation that he would have resisted the power of the broccoli because his psychic powers are so strong, but I think this is a bad read. Serizawa cares a lot about fitting into society, and he often doesn't feel like he has enough lived experience to trust his own judgment. Divine Tree takes place only a month or so after World Domination, so he's very much still adjusting to living on his own, and while he's starting to make his own decisions, he has a tendency to look to authority--Mob, Reigen, the business books his mom gave him--to provide structure and guidance. So when suddenly everyone in the city is exerting huge social pressure to care about the Divine Tree and the Psycho Helmet Religion, he's going to be swept along in that. His anxiety, rather than protecting him, just makes him more susceptible.

So why doesn't he speak up in defense of the Psycho Helmet Religion earlier in the chapter? Because of Reigen. I wanted to follow through with the way that Reigen's brainwashing manifests in canon; instead of becoming an outright devotee of the broccoli, the mind control just makes him complacent. He stops seeing the Divine Tree and its cultists as the threat that they are, and instead sees them as just a bunch of people having harmless fun. Nothing to worry about. And this is terrifying to me in its own way and makes him incapable of taking Tsubomi seriously when she shows up, but it also means that one of Serizawa's main authority figures has been advocating for complacency instead of devotion. That's why I included this bit:

Reigen grins. Gotcha. “But I don’t even like the Psycho Helmet Religion!” he says. “I’ve been complaining about how little business we’ve been getting now that everyone’s off having fun with the broccoli, haven’t I Serizawa?”

So basically before Tsubomi's visit, Serizawa's been sort of happily floating in a state where he just accepts what's going on in Seasoning City and doesn't really think about it. Both the societal pressure of everyone else in the city and the authorial pressure of Reigen are telling him that this is nothing to concern himself with. He's been made to forget Mob along with everyone else, and while he's probably aware on some level that something's missing, it's easy not to think about it. Not to worry about it. Not to worry about anything.

And then this girl shows up.

And Serizawa defers to Reigen during consultations. He's still learning. Reigen is so much more knowledgeable than him, so much more experienced.

But they're supposed to be helping people. He took this job because he wants to help people. He's not going to simply defer to authority if that authority is cruel; that's exactly what he was trying to get away from. And so when Reigen gets mean and sharp and dismissive, that, more than anything that Tsubomi is saying, is what gets Serizawa to push back. And once he refuses to blindly listen to Reigen, he also starts to break away from the influence of the Divine Tree.

The climax of this chapter is very deliberately evocative of both Separation Arc and World Domination. Reigen acts in a way that reminds Serizawa of Suzuki, and he refuses to accept that, and it makes him remember the first person who told him that he could have relationships that weren't just built on deference and fear. And Serizawa's refusal to back down reminds Reigen of Mob, and that makes him realize what he's doing, and instead of continuing down the path of control and denial he stops and decide that he isn't going to repeat his old mistakes.

#heretic au #mp100 #it's about Mob haunting everyone in this narrative #and also about The Themes!! #the patterns of control seen in the cults--Claw as well as the Psycho Helmet Religion #are the same dynamics seen in the unhealthy interpersonal relationships just writ large #and so when Serizawa rejects Reigen's manipulative behavior that also allows him to reject the Divine Tree's #and when Reigen is forced to acknowledge his own manipulative behavior instead of living in denial #he's also forced to acknowledge what the Psycho Helmet Religion is doing and that it's an active threat.

[tearsofthekingdomcountup]

28 Days until Tears of the Kingdom Release!!!!!!! I've spent hours talking with several of my friends about yesterday's trailer. I have so many theories and questions but since I can't have any of them answered until the game comes out, I'll share some of them with you. Instead of posting all of the analysis at once, however, I'll do it in smaller chunks over the next few days. Spoilers below if you wanna avoid trailer stuff.

I mean the first thing I noticed was the Chu-chu (my friend said they are called Slimes in German) fighting the construct. I find it fascinating that these constructs fight other mobs. Did the Zonai build them just to fight monsters or all intruders? What do they register Link as? An invader? I wonder if there is a game mechanic that convinces the constructs not to attack Link or maybe only sentry constructs attack Link and all other constructs must be triggered in a combat trial or something.

This robot is chopping down a tree. I noticed that some of the constructs in the gameplay trailer ignored Link. I'm guessing that these are specifically worker constructs. They remind me of the mining robots in Skyward Sword.

After this I enjoyed the music and Link's awesome dive through the air. I don't have much to say about that except my friend wondered why Link isn't constantly cold all the time if he's that high up. I'm chalking it up to Sky Island magic.

Mushrooms in Hateno. I think some of them are real and others are just decorations. Gives me Minish cap vibes. I wonder if their is a specific mushroom shop or maybe there is a festival going on? Idk maybe the towns people just wanted some color.

TENTS. The way I almost screamed because they are rebuilding. It makes me so emotional to see that the people of Hyrule were rebuilding from the Calamity. To see the Guardians and malice gone from the courtyard is just ugh my heart. My friend hopes that Nintendo lets us explore some of rebuilt Hyrule before things go to shit again and Ganondorf wrecks everything and I agree. However, I have a feeling that Nintendo will not let us explore the half built castle as part of a tutorial before waking up the angry mummy in the basement. I can dream though.

Another look at that spiral shrine thing. I really really want to know what those are. Also lmao looks like a sky island fell and got wedged sideways. I guess its something interesting to look at for the people in Kakariko.

Alright so this structure rising out of the ground in the desert is probably in the Arbiters ground area. I'm not gonna say dungeons confirmed but I've absolutely heard other people say it. I thought it might be related to the structures in Twilight Princess (cough maybe the Twili) but my friend suggested the dungeon in Skyward Sword which also rises from the ground. Either way I'm excited to explore it.

We've seen many shots of the castle rising but I really appreciate seeing the Sheikah here reacting to it as well. It makes the world feel more real and the trailer of course did a great job at including NPCs. I do still wonder what exactly the falling rocks are and why they continue to fall throughout the game.

This figure looks so much like Demise. It's tempting to think that this is Ganondorf considering we see him later in the trailer. However, I'm gonna stick to the idea that we might be seeing both characters. Although, maybe Demise will only be in flashbacks/visions of the past. It would be fun if Ganondorf in the final fight morphs into more of a Demise form.

This one was just cruel. Link is gonna be so devastated at having failed to catch/protect Zelda and he tried so hard. I hope he quickly learns that Zelda isn't dead because he's gonna be racked with guilt either way.

For as much as Nintendo loves showing that they dropped Zelda off a cliff, I'm glad that they showed the yellow glow. Since her hand is glowing I'm wondering if her triforce powers saved her which is certainly a possibility. However, there is another possibility. Zelda looks like she's holding something in her hand. I think that she found the little golden recall stone/tear and when she fell it activated. Time travel is looking very possible.

But that's it for today. Thank you for reading.

#totk link #loz totk #botw totk #totk #tears of the kingdom #loz #legend of zelda #loz tears of the kingdom #zelda totk #totk trailer #princess zelda #loz botw2 #botw2 #trailer analysis

[chuuyascumsock]

Hi There! I hope youre havin a great day and i wanted to ask you who you’re favorite chuuya-verse chuuyas are?

Mine personally would definitely have to be vampires and mob boss chuuya because

GAH-DAYMmm

Like imagine him (vampire!chuuya) coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist while lightly swaying to soft music playin on his ancient gramophone.he rests his chin on your shoulder and slowly starts kissing it until he’s at your neck.he feels the bite marks he gave you when you first allowed him to feed on you and it reminds him that you really are his….

(A small mob boss!chuuya one now) And also like imagine some asshat insults you at a bar after you turned him down,the very same bar your mob boss boyfriend owns and he just fuckin decks them no questions asked just decks them.and no one does anything ofc because there nooo way they’re gettin on chuuya nakahara’s bad side! And after what feels like an eternity he gets up off the floor,ordering the mans body to be dealt with. He then looks to you,his expression softening so much that no one would be able to recognize him as the man who just decked a guy to almost-death. He removes his bloody gloves and brings a hand to your face before asking you if your okay and then just whisks you back home to relax,unwind and forget about that entire experience.he holds you close as a random slasher is playing on the tv and you both just fall asleep right there on your couch all snuggled up.

Also ik this is pretty mellow in comparison to the asks and hcs you generally get on this blog but i wanted to give you at least something🥲

Please remember to drink water and take care and slay!(in a way that doesnt subtract from the population preferably 🫡)

This long post made my writer 😼 THROB ( that probably makes no sense at all but if you get it, you get it— if you don’t, you don’t 😩).

That’s so kind of you to ask my favorite Nakahara-verse Chuuyas btw, made me giggle and blush a little 🤭

I have the most specific AU— but reincarnated lovers AU has me drooling and creaming in the most fluff way possible. Like, I love the idea of reincarnated lovers over hundreds of years who continue to find one another, but their love is never at the right time. The angst is what makes my metaphorical reader cock hard.

It works so well too considering Arahabaki existing, so I just take that and run wild with the idea of him possessing multiple versions of Chuuya through decades, centuries, and even millennia. I think too much about the concept sometimes and wonder why I don’t write it. But I know I wouldn’t be able to execute it the way I want, which is why I wait for someone else to have the same idea as me and write it lmao.

But onto Vampire and Mob boss Chuuya— YES, YES, YES, Y E S.

I absolutely crave an old Victorian style vampire fic with Chuuya. UGH, I want him to suck me dry like a go-gurt so bad. I imagine him to be so sweet too and ask for permission to feed from you even if you tell him he doesn’t have to ask because he cares. GRR I need that vamp dick FR. Also the amount of marking that goes on during the schlip and schlide (s e x) is wild.

And Mob Boss Chuuya who only has a soft spot for you just has me rolling in bed and kicking my feet giddily. Cause the way he’d let absolute hell loose if anything happened to you. Also if anyone had the audacity to even look at you wrong he’d immediately fuck them up. ANON YOU’RE MAKING ME UGH— YOU’RE MAKING MY BRAIN SQUIRT WITH THESE IDEAS 😭

Also, thank you, keep yourself hydrated and well fed ❤️

#chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya smut #i totally ramble a bit

[platinumrosetail]

It's been a while I have an request!

Can I have a yandere botw Link and gagondorf ( probably spelled his name wrong) x a female child gallade Pokemon reader where they find the reader confused and scared

So I just got botw recently as I got that game and tears of the kingdom. These are the only games of Zelda that I have ever played so I don’t know much of the lore plus I’m still not that far in the game.

Since I’m not that far in the game I’ll make this pretty close to where I am and change a few things.

The requester said that I could have it separate or together so i decided together as it would be easier since I’m just now getting into the fandom.

Anyway hope you like what I did with it! Also this might turn out short because of memory and me not being able to think of anything but hopefully it turns out to be not short so wish me luck.

Warning: noob author, female reader, platonic yandere characters, possible violence, and others.

Characters: link, ganon.

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It was after the calamity when link first saw you. You had met link while he was out in the forest looking for stuff like the days where he had to forage for things when the calamity was still happening, you were just walking around noticing he different plants and creatures you weren’t familiar with and in doing so didn’t notice the male in front of you; which was link, and bumping into him.

He decided to bring you to ganon’s castle as he was worried on why such a young child was out all alone where they could get hurt or worse killed as the mobs of enemies are still not yet tamed to be good.

You just evolved into a gallade shockingly enough though you were still young and inexperienced in fighting so all you did was train until something you don’t know happened and next thing you know is that you were in this unfamiliar world.

Gannon was shocked to see his lover bring in a child with him after coming back from his adventure in the woods. When explained of how link found her he decided that she would be their child and heir as he saw how link is with her even with how soon link met her.

Gannon and link both was informed by her about how her species is and that she would’ve been a gardevoir as s that was the female version, but she got her wish about being a gallade instead, she also explain the many species in her world tyhat she could remember, even saying how the two reminds her of certain pokemon; Gannon being a like a heatran that you’ve heard about in passings one time. Link reminds you of a pokemon from johto called celebi.

You meet Zelda later on who reminds you of a man-made Pokémon called magearna which was made for a princess and Zelda’s a princess. Even though link is her friend you don’t get to know her much as ganon made link realize all of the trauma she may unintentionally or intentionally placed on him so link made sure to retain as her bodyguard and have little interaction with Zelda as much as he could without seeming suspicious.

You met Sidon the prince of zora’s; he reminds you of a red gyarados mixed with a garchomp and when you told him that he was clueless and fascinated. He wished that he had gotten to link so you’d be his and link’s daughter but sadly he was fixed into a arranged marriage with yona and he sadly couldn’t get out of it plus ganon already had link and ganon’s powerful, too powerful for him to beat. He loved yona but as a friend and sister and not as a lover.

(A/n: hope y’all like what i did with it!! Also this was referenced off a au of requester and mine that we made and i used it to give me an idea on how to post it. Reason why I know a few things even though i recently got the game is because i accidentally spoiled myself of what happened in totk. Anyway hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!!)

#anime #anime x reader #various x reader #x reader stories #crossover #anime crossover #pokemon #x pokémon!reader #pokémon crossover #female!reader #x fem!reader #child!reader #platonic #yandere x reader #yandere

[siconetribal]

Cinnamon Rolls

Tag: @vbecker10, @harlequin-hangout @iamlokisgloriouspurpose

Pairing: Loki x Y/N

Warning: Oooey-gooey fluff, just lots of fluff, budding love jitters, smothering you in so much sweet fluff your teeth might rot

Author Note: Belated Happy birthday @vbecker10! The gift is a couple of hours late, but I hope you still enjoy it! Seihara is an OC I made purely for the purpose of this story. If anyone wants to be added to my tag list, please let me know!

It was precisely six o'clock when Loki and Seihara stepped through the doors. The bakery was packed. Loki blinked a few times at the “line” that stood before him. People at the counter and those who were nowhere near the counter were shouting. Any customer who was not shouting looked very cross and as if debating to join the surrounding racket. He looked over at his odd little friend, the corner of his mouth turned a little down. “Why exactly are we here?”

“You'll see why we're here exactly in just a few moments.” She grinned. Loki grumbled under his breath at the answer. He did not expect it to be such a madhouse this early in the morning. He never guessed this was what six o'clock in the morning looked like, and squinted at how chipper his friend was. She definitely lacked any sign of what time of day it was. He knew he probably looked like a bear woken from hibernation a few months too early with all the pointless commotion around them.

“Why is it so damn crowded and noisy?” He growled a little as he pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“I told you, this new bakery is super popular because it's owned by some amazing new baker who is making headlines.” She reminded him as she peered over the crowd to get a better look at something. The workers at the front were clearly frazzled. When they were not handing out drinks or pastries, they were hastily scribbling down orders. Their efforts were hardly enough for the crowd, which was a ready to tip over into a full on mob if they were tick slower. What truly astounded him was that no one seemed to care that he, Loki, the once villain now Avenger, was standing amongst them. It was liberating, and yet it was still a hefty blow to his pride. How dare they not notice him? Was this place so worthy?

The door to the back kitchen suddenly burst open and out walked a young woman in a crisp white apron with her hair in a net with a huge tray in hand. Though there was a streak of flour across her nose and some icing on her neck, the two knew instantly who it was, and Seihara peeked over at her surrogate brother. Loki barely noticed her looking, his blue eyes glued to the baker with sparkling eyes.

“Who wants cinnamon rolls?” Y/N called over the crowd with a huge smile on her face. “Show of hands please!” Instantly, hands shot in to the air from all over the bakery. “Alright, one line ladies and gents, in front of me. Cinnamon rolls only!” The other employees looked skeptically between her and one another, as Y/N just grinned, full of challenge.

She owns this bakery? He thought to himself as he rested his chin in one of his hands. Seihara snickered to herself before she nudged her brother forward.

“C'mon, we gotta move or we'll lose our place in line!” The words snapped Loki back to reality as some semblance of order was brought to the chaos. When they finally reached the counter, Loki remained silent as Y/N hugged Seihara from across the counter with glee.

“Sei-bear, why didn't you tell me you were coming?!” Y/N excitedly greeted her.

“I wanted to surprise you, that's why.” She laughed. “Plus, this one has yet to believe the hype of this place.” She jabbed her thumb in Loki’s direction. He scowled at his companion and looked at Y/N.

“She has professed an innumerable amount of times that the cinnamon rolls here are worth the wait.” He casually responded, wanting to distance himself from the frenzied midgardians that swarmed the establishment. “I promised her that I would escort her, but what are you doing here and behind the counter?” He raised a brow at this point. Loki and Y/N had become well acquainted through their mutual companion, Seihara, who was a contracted employee at shield. What she actually did, no one quite knew the answer, but she was there, and she was always in the know. It was through one of the briefings where the Asgardian prince was introduced to Seihara and in working together he came to adopt her as a younger sibling. To this day, he himself was unsure how or when it happened, but it was now, and he was comfortable with that. She was not as annoying as he thought she would be and grew on him.

And, it was through her that I was able to meet Y/N. Befriending Seihara has been quite a fruitful decision, never a dull moment. He tempered his grin into a polite smile as he waited for Y/N to respond.

“I work here,” She smiled back at him, noting the slight twitch in his brow when the noise would peak and the subtle drops in his shoulders when there was a moment of lower volume. Y/N was surprised to see that Loki as not a morning person, but to see this new side of him was a delightful treat. “I managed to land the part of being a baking assistant.” She said proudly, handing them two cinnamon rolls. “Now shoo, drinks are the other line.” She waved them away. After some slight pushing and squeezing, the two found a table with breakfast in hand. Seihara waited patiently, her eyes trained on the prince, who took a rather large drink of his tea before he tasted the roll. He paused, swallowed, and took another bite. Then repeated this cycle for a bit in silence. 

The pastry is perfectly flaky on the outside and yet so soft and moist inside, the cinnamon swirl has just enough to cut through the sweetness of the drizzle. I have had one of these before, but none of them ever tasted quite like this. There is something different about them. He eyed his piece, wondering if he could figure it out. 

“I told you it was a darn good cinnamon roll! Y/N made it better with some family secret thingy! The baker has been trying to get a hold of it, but she hasn't budged.” She grinned proudly before munching away at her own gooey delight.

“I see, so there is something special about this.” He mumbled to himself when his phone began to vibrate in his pocket. “It seems duty calls, and no, you cannot stay here and eat. The last time you made us late, I was certain Fury was going to throw us out the window.”

“Oh, it wasn’t that bad, and what’s a little height? You’re pretty tall,” she pointed out.

“I am most certainly not 19 stories tall,” The God of Mischief rolled his eyes at her argument and forced himself to look at her sternly to mask the snicker that tried to come out. “Now come along, Seihara.” He stood from his seat, and Seihara hopped off her stool with a heavy sigh. She waved her arms in the air as they left, signaling to Y/N they were leaving. He chuckled at the enthusiasm, grateful that his surrogate sister had a sincere female friend.

From that day onwards, Loki made sure to stop by the little shop. It was a fabulous cinnamon roll, and he thought it was a good idea to try the other delightful options as well. Much to his surprise, everything was as equally good in its own right, and he enjoyed the selection of teas that were available. In a city that was downing in coffee, this was a little haven for him. And when he had tasted it all, he still came. He enjoyed it so much so that it became a daily routine of his. It was purely for the delightful treats and refreshments, of course. He just happened to learn that if he were in early enough, there was no stampede of ill-behaved heathens to deal with and there were even times when Y/N was able to come join him for a cup.

The days when he was able to time it just right were the most glorious mornings. The two of them could freely talk about nearly anything, and it would never be boring. He learned a great deal about the art of cooking and baking, something he had never attempted no had any interest in before now. However, seeing the way Y/N lit up at the topic, her body leaning closer as she sat a little taller in her seat was captivating. The smile never leaving her face, the spark of life in her eyes, and the happy excitement in her voice drew him in and even made him want to try to create something himself. If she ever lost interest in baking, she would certainly be a great sales person. She could get a blacksmith to buy weapons.

On the days he was away on a mission, the second prince missed the small building that was dwarfed by the surrounding skyscrapers. He missed his corner table where he could look out at the city on days she was busy, but he yearned for her companionship even more. Y/N was a female unlike any other he had ever met. She was vivacious and kind, strong and dedicated, but a bit sassy and able to come up with such amusing quips when he least expected it. Very much like Seihara, she did not fear him, but the pull from her was different. She was different. A different that he embarrassingly had to admit that completely bypassed him until Seihara had bluntly pointed it out to his face one day. Which was the reason for the Asgardian prince’s less frequent visits, and his current conundrum on trying to find a way to approach Y/N.

But how do I approach her? How do I let Y/N know that I want something more than just our sporadic talks? I could easily take her to any of the best restaurants in the city, but how would that make me any different from the plenty of men who have been trying to get her attention? His eyebrows knit together as she slouched in his favorite chair in the library. “There has to be something I can do.” He mumbled under his breath. There was an underlying fear that perhaps he was overthinking this and Y/N had zero interest in him whatsoever, but through the continuous assurance of Seihara he was able to put those worries to rest.

“Why not do something special?” Seihara finally chimed in. He had spoken aloud every now and again, so she had managed to piece some of the girl trouble that he was dealing with. “Do something special for her that she would really appreciate.” She repeated when Loki looked at her in surprise.

“Something special for her,” he repeated slowly to himself. “What would you suggest?”

“Well, think about her likes and dislikes, which I'm sure you know very well.” She hummed. “Piece together the things she would appreciate that would help convey to her how you feel. She would definitely never look down on a date at a nice restaurant, but if you could make that something more you and personal, I think she’d love it even more.”

Make a nice dinner date more me and personal? He mulled over the suggestion and pieced through the various conversations he has had with Y/N. She was not particularly picky, but she was not the type to out right say her dissatisfaction if she knew how much time or effort was put into something especially for her. Suddenly he jumped out of his seat and Seihara fell out of hers in shock. Grabbing hold of her face, Loki kissed her forehead and left a very confused Seihara in the library.

The next few days passed by in a blur, and Y/N was officially one year older. Coworkers, friends, customers, and family all wished her a happy birthday. Her phone was flooded with notifications from social media and texts, each wish filled with love and sincerity that made her smile. Everyone had something, everyone except a certain Asgardian that she hoped would say something, but it seemed he was avoiding her more than ever since the day at the bakery before his last mission. It angered her at first, but now she feared she may have said or did something to give him the wrong impression. 

It's not like a cursed him off, right? We just had a difference of opinion on a book, and it got a little heated, but like we’ve had discussions like that before. Was that book something more important than he let on? Did I say something that he might have misunderstood as an attack on him personally? No, he would've said something, right? These endless questions plagued her throughout the day, but she pushed them to the back of her mind and focused on the day. She would simply have to confront him when she next saw him. She just needed to figure out if she needed to facilitate that meeting or not.

As day became evening, Y/N felt more and more defeated at his lack of reaching out. Maybe she misunderstood them and the mornings were a simple time-pass? Perhaps he found something better or grew bored with her? As doubt creeped up inside her once more, Y/N let out a heavy sigh.

“Hey, what's wrong? Did something happen?” A familiar voice called out to her. She looked up to see Seihara who had insisted on having dinner with her this evening. 

“No, no, nothing happened. At least, I think it's nothing?” Y/N said quickly. “I just, I was hoping Loki would have wished me happy birthday or something at least. I mean, we are friends, at least, right?” She sighed again and Seihara frowned

“Do you think he forgot? Oh, that just will not do at all! You’re coming with me, and we’re going to go kick his alien butt into shape! Don’t you go stopping this, he’s a royal! As a royal he should know proper etiquette and this, all this right here, is the complete opposite of that, ok? We’ll see how he likes getting lectured now!” Seihara grabbed Y/N’s hand as she hesitated. She wanted to see him, but she was also afraid to see him. Unless she knew someone who could read minds, there was no way for her to know what he was thinking and if she had taken his attention as something more than what it truly was.

The train and car ride over was had gone by so quickly, but that was mostly because Y/N had taken the chance to catch up on sleep lost in all her fretting over the raven haired royal. Before she knew it, they were at Seihara’s apartment. The sound of the key opening the lock was deafening in the quiet of the night. New York City was never this quiet, but Seihara lived in New Jersey. Why, she was not sure, but then again Seihara was just a big mystery herself. “Ah, pooper scoopers, I gotta go take out my trash! Ugh, I knew I forgot something this morning,” Seihara loudly groaned. “Ok, Ok, you go inside and get comfy. I’ll be right back.” She turned the knob and pushed the door open a little as she grabbed the bags by the door. Y/N watched her friend leave and awkwardly stood at the door for a few seconds.

“Well, she said I could go in.” She mumbled, pushing the door open wider before carefully stepping inside when she noticed something odd. There were lights on, and she could see rose petals on the floor. Rose petals, what the hell? Y/N looked up and gasped. There stood Loki nicely dressed in the vest she had gotten him as a gift with a slight tint of pink on his cheeks from embarrassment.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” he finally said after clearing his throat and bowed to her. “Tonight I shall be your humble servant, my dear princess.” He confidently spoke, a warm smile on his lips as he offered her his arm. It was at the moment her phone buzzed.

<I hope you enjoy your birthday dinner 😜> Y/N read the text aloud and looked up at Loki confused as he led her to the table.

“Loki, what is going on?”

“I made your favorite dish as best I could.” He said, lifting the lid off the plate to reveal a dish her mother used to make for her all the time. When he saw a lack of response from her, Loki panicked a little and grabbed the champagne. “Please, enjoy.” He insisted as he poured her a glass before magically producing a violin which he started to play her favorite classical piece.

His gut churned inside him as he tried to not stare at her, but he needed to know if he was doing this right. This was the first time he had ever taken to such lengths for anyone. For him, a prince of Asgard, to serve anyone was insanity. But after he had thought about it, Seihara’s suggestion, it was clear. To make dinner personal and more him, he needed to show her how he saw her and if that meant doing something unheard of, then so be it. 

He abruptly stopped at the sound of her hiccuping. He glanced in her direction, and his heart plummeted as he watched tears slid down Y/N;s cheeks. Shit, did I do something wrong? Perhaps she did not want to see me at all? Was I too late? He dropped the instrument, which vanished in a flash of green before it could hit the floor, as he quickly knelt down in front of her. “Darling, please, tell me what’s wrong? Did I get the dish wrong? Perhaps the music was not to your taste? Or perhaps, none of this was what you wanted?” He asked as his worries took over. The silence that was mere seconds felt like an eternity, that was only broken by the feel  of her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him into a hug.

“No, you idiot, I love it. I thought you forgot all about me and my birthday.” She sniffled.

“What, never! I could never forget about you, darling. I know it must have looked terrible, but I was busy preparing all this for you. Not only that, but I wanted it to be perfect, it needed to be perfect.” He quickly clarified, pulling away from her just enough so that he could hold her face in his hands. “Y/N, I love you. I know we have not known each other very long, but the time we have spent together has been nothing short of amazing. I find myself looking forward to waking up early just so that I could get a chance to spend time with you, but I don’t want just that anymore. I don’t want to just wait for mornings. I to see you whenever I can. I want to meet up for lunch or have dinners, go for strolls in the park, and see the city and so much more. I want us to be more, Y/N. I do hope I am not too late in asking, but will you do me the honors of becoming my girlfriend?” He asked while wiping her tears. Y/N smiles at his words and hugs him tight once again.

“Of course, I’d love to!” She sniffled and Loki smiled, pulling her in to a soft and sweet kiss. Her lips tasted a little like the cinnamon confection that flavored their mornings together, and he liked that. He liked it very much. “Come, princess, you have to finish your dinner.” He said, as she is seated. “If you do, I'll reward you.” He whispered in her ear, making her cheeks turn red.

What does he think he's doing?! Butlers don't do that! She thought to herself, though her curiosity did incline her to finish her food. She loved the sweet side of Loki, but she was curious to know more about him. “Oh,” she mumbled softly and reached for her fork, but he beat her to it and began to feed her. 

“Happy birthday, love.” He whispered, kissing her on the cheek. This was going to be the best birthday she has had in a long time.

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Say all your psychonauts 2 thoughtS

All of them huh? I think about this game so much, I’d be here all day, but this certainly gives me a good excuse to ramble about some things I love about pn2. :D

- The characters are amazing! 10/10 I care about pretty much all of those freaks. The art style makes them all look so charming in a lopsided weird sort of way, and the game is so empathetic to everyone that even the characters we don’t get much of or who serve a limited purpose still feel well rounded and real.

- Raz is excellent. He’s loads of fun in the first game and continues to be a blast in the second. He’s even more adorable and earnest in the sequel and I love that for him!! He’s definitely one of my favorite characters of all time, I adore him.

- Adoring the characters goes for everyone though. And pn2 has a whole new cast of characters who are all super fun in their own ways. The Psychic 7 especially are super cool. My biggest soft spot is for Lucy, but I love Bob, Ford, and well, the rest of the seven really, a whole lot. Getting to meet the Aquatos is also awesome, and the interns are cool too. Lotsa cool groups of characters to enjoy.

- The story? Awesome. Feels grander than pn1 to be honest, and I like that, but also it’s completely great on its own. It’s got loads of mind shenanigans, drama, great mental health commentary, and manages to balance out all the trauma with enough healing and empathy and even a bit of humor that it all still feels nice and hopeful despite everything. Like yeah there’s a lot of angst material certainly, and as a fan I gotta love that, buuuut sometimes I need a piece of media to punch me in the gut and then give me a warm hug afterward.

- On the note of mental health stuff, I feel it did great. It’s noticeable that they talked to experts and people with personal experience. They were able to convey the mindscapes of certain traumas and mental health issues with more accuracy. The first game was certainly empathetic and kind in regards to that, which was a big deal at the time, buuuut the accuracy was a bit lacking back then. Pn1 shows it’s age a bit in that regard. Pn2 improves on that wonderfully with both kind and more researched explorations into the mind.

-The morals regarding the complexity of the human mind and the messiness of humanity and how we often make mistakes and have more to us under the surface… heroes are often flawed, villains may just be a version of a person we made up in our mind based off of our limited perceptions… aughh good stuff. There are so many good takeaways from psychonauts 2 and I love it!

- Also on a more personal note, I probably owe this game my fascination with psychic powers and psychics in fiction. It’s tangentially what got me into Mob Psycho 100, and has inspired me to make some psychic ocs. The art direction really impacted me and even the way I draw. My style has opened up so much more since practicing drawing such funky looking characters. I genuinely think it has helped me improve a lot and helped me discover more about what kinds of art style I adore and inspired my own. The gameplay too, alongside the art direction, has impacted my aspirations a lot as far as being an artist and hopefully to work in game design— which is to say it’s super inspiring! I think it can inspire people in a myriad of ways, it’s a very unique game like that, and it really reminds me why I love art, storytelling, and games so much. I genuinely feel I owe it a lot for a variety of reasons and I’ve seen many others who play it feel the same. :)

TLDR: Psychonauts 2 my beloved…

Thanks for the ask! I will never not want to talk about psychonauts, this game is sticking in my brain for good.

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