#like I know they’ve changed some stuff but I’m still surprised how much of the geography I don’t remember lol

[omniscientopal]

Me, trying to navigate the tears of the kingdom map after logging god knows how many hours in botw:

#like I know they’ve changed some stuff but I’m still surprised how much of the geography I don’t remember lol #oh well it’s like a brand new game now! #tears of the kingdom #totk #botw

[corruptedcaps]

Eco Warrior

I can't believe the nerve of those corporate jerks! All we were doing was peacefully protesting their evil company and they threw this gross sticky chemical stuff all over me! I should wash it off but I need the evidence for when I go to the cops tomorrow. It's infuriating how they think they can just silence us like that. But you know what? This won't stop me. I'll fight even harder now. We're in this together, and we're going to make sure they're held accountable for the damage they've done to people and the environment.

Change of plans with going to the cops, I woke up to find the chemicals had soaked into my skin. They haven’t left any evidence in me. I guess I should be thankfully. Although I think they may have contributed to this tan I have now. But that's not the point right now. I need to focus on getting to the new protest today. We can't let their tactics deter us. We have to keep standing up against their injustices and fighting for what's right. Let's get out there and make our voices heard again.

You won't believe how well the protest went today. Our voices were louder than ever, and it felt like a turning point. But here's the craziest part – those corporate guys actually came over to apologize for splashing me with chemicals! Can you believe that? They said it was a mistake and that they want to make amends. They even offered me a role as a protest liaison within their company. It's wild, right? I'm torn though. Part of me wants to take the chance to make change from the inside, but another part worries it might just be a ploy. What do you think babe?

So, I just got back from my first day as a protest liaison, and I'm kind of surprised. The corporation is actually really nice, and they went out of their way to make me feel welcome. They even gave me a bunch of free makeup, creams, and lotions to try, as a way to show their products aren't harmful. I've already put some on, and I have to admit, they feel pretty good. They make my body tingle all over, especially my boobs. Bigger? No I don’t so. It's probably just the outfit I'm wearing today. I think you just like what you see, mmmm come closer baby.

It's frustrating to deal with some of my protestor friends calling me a scab and a corporate shill just because I'm working with the corporation now. I have no sympathy for their attitude. If they can't see that I'm trying to make a positive change from within, then that's their problem. Honestly, it feels like jealousy more than anything. I mean, the corporation even gave me a raise already and has let me use all their products for free. That must mean I'm doing something they value. Plus I’m sure it doesn’t help that I look so much better then them now as well. The company’s products really are like magic. Mmmm all this talk of how good I look I’d getting me in the mood, take off your pants.

Like my new car? My company bought it for me for doing such a good job. Protest liaison? No they’ve moved me into marketing and sales where I’m excelling. It helps that I’m a walking billboard for them. As for the protest, honestly, I don't really care about it anymore. Things change, priorities shift. This is where I am now, and I've got better things to focus on than those who still think shouting on the streets will make a difference. It's all about playing the game right, and clearly, I'm winning. So, if you'll excuse me, I've got more important matters to attend to than the past.

Ugh, those protestors are getting on my nerves. Yesterday, they nearly ruined my new fur coat as I was walking into work. Can you believe their audacity? Pathetic losers, the lot of them. I need to find some muscle to deal with them, get them out of my way once and for all. It's like they're stuck in a never-ending cycle of futile resistance. Well, I won't let them stand in my way or mess with what I've built. I am vice president now after all, I deserve respect. Time to take control and show them the real power of influence.

Oh, look at you now. Splashing you with those chemicals did wonders, didn't it? Just like they did to me. Of course at first I had no idea the chemicals were changing me into the mega bitch you see before you but once I realized what my companies products were doing to me, I couldn’t get enough. It’s so hawt to see the concentrated formula change you so quickly. You've become quite the imposing figure, muscular and mean. It's good to see loyalty in action. From now on, you're my enforcer. Those protestors won't stand a chance with you by my side. Let's make sure they understand that challenging me comes at a price. Together, we'll show them what happens when they fuck with me.

You know what? It turns out, it was a much better plan to turn those protestors into my new executive board. All it took was a little splash of those chemicals, and their loyalty was sealed. With them backing me, it was easy to ascended to the position of CEO. Funny how things work out, isn't it? They thought they were fighting against me, but now they're working for me. It's a powerful reminder that sometimes, the best way to bring about change is from the inside. And now, I've got the influence and control I've always wanted. Make less products? No dear we’re doubling our output now, I want an army.

#f2f #corruption #bitchification #evil couple #corrupted pov #corrupted couple

[emitheduck]

Hey sorry if you don’t know if you’ve seen Grey’s Anatomy it, but if you do, can you write a Spencer Reid x reader! Where they’ve been engaged for a long time but they kept having to push the wedding back so like Meredith and Derek they literally get married on a post it 💀and like the teams reaction and stuff

A/N: i absolutely LOVE this request, and I wish it didn’t get buried in my inbox because i love greys so much and this is just too cute (also im not stealing if i use quotes from greys that’s just, what this request is)

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“Dammit, how many times are we going to get another invite you your wedding?” Emily snapped, slamming down the invite right onto Spencers desk, causing his coffee to spill over the sides of the mug. 

“Listen, I know we’ve had to reschedule it a few times–” Spencer started to answer, before Derek interrupted him with a laugh.

“A few times? You guys have changed the date at least three different times.” Derek said, shaking his head before going back to look down at his work. “If you don’t want to get married, why don’t you just, not get married?”

(Y/n) walked over, frowning as she looked over at Spencer, clearly tears in her eyes. “The venue just called. A water pipe blew, and they’re not going to be ready on the date, we’ll have to reschedule again.” She said to him quickly, running to the breakroom before he could get a chance to console her. 

Spencer looked up at Emily, deciding it was a good time to both help his fiance and also run away from her. “(Y/n), it’s okay, we can find another venue, or we can even try for a different day!” He told her, sighing when he saw her. She was sitting down at the table, head in hands and sobbing. “I just wanted our wedding to be special, and we’ve had to reschedule three different times now. I’m so sorry.” She said to him between sobs.

“Hey, look at me.” He told her softly, reaching over and gently raising her chin with his palm. “I love you, and no venue is going to even change that.” He paused, rifling through his pockets. “Here. Let’s get married.”

(Y/n) looked at him, confused as he slapped down a stack of Post-It’s on the table in front of them. “What’s that going to do?”

“I want to be with you forever, and you want to be with me forever. And if we want to do that, we’re going to need to write down some vows.” Spencer smiled, reaching over and grabbing a pen off the breakroom table. “Look, these Post-its are blue and brand new, I’m borrowing this pen and I’m sure it’s old; we have everything we need.”

She felt like she would cry again, not from being upset that their wedding had been changed three times, but the feeling he was willing to ignore all of that and still marry her–still love her. “What should we write?” She asked, taking the end of her sleeve to dry her eyes.

Spencer paused, looking down at the little square of paper. “We promise to love each other, even if we hate each other.” He said, writing it down as she nodded.

“We take care of each other no matter what.” (Y/n) told him, watching him write it down. “No running. You’re stuck with me.”

“More like, you’re stuck with me.” He teased as he wrote it down. “One last one. It’s forever. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He said, feeling his cheeks heat up as he created two signature lines on the paper. “I, Spencer Reid, am signing his and agreeing to these vows.” He said as he handed her the pen.

(Y/n) smiled, taking the pen from him. “I love you so much. I truly never thought I would find someone who understands me, and you still surprise me every day.” She told him, signing her name on the line. 

Spencer leaned down, pulling her closer to himself to kiss her. His hands finding their way to the small of her back while hers rested on his shoulder. They both pulled away, flushed and teary eyed. “Now, we will go to city hall, make this official. And one day, we will be able to have an actual ceremony; but none of that stuff even matters because you’re my wife.”

The two walked out of the breakroom hand-in-hand. “Hey does anyone want to come with us? Pretty sure we need two witnesses if we wanted to get married at city hall?” Without even more explanation, they weren’t joined by two witnesses; but by the entire team. 

“So you both got married on a Post-it note?” Penelope asked as she read over the small piece of paper. “I’ll have to get you guys a frame for this or something. I don’t want anyone to think it’s trash.”

“We wouldn’t have it any other way.” Spencer smiled, leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to his new wife’s cheek.

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#reader insert #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fandom

[lightlycareless]

Can we have more headcanons ?? Pleaaaaseeee😭😭🫶🏻

Hello anon!!

Of course! This came to me just a few days ago, and idk, I just thought it would be cute to explore the idea a bit hehe :> Anyways, I don’t have much to say this time, except that I hope you like what I wrote 🥺❤️

As always, here are the warnings: mentions of pregnancy. Fluff overall. I’m sorry I’m still in my domestic stage with Naoya lol.

Happy reading!

I heavily believe that Naoya is the “against the current” type of guy. Like, you'll never find him following trends, going to popular spots everyone is raving about, or indulging in the list of “things to do with your partner!” kind of stuff—he finds them silly, a waste of time, and highly embarrassing depending on the context….

He has a wide variety of things he dislikes, but today we’re going to talk about a particular niche.

Naoya heavily disliked how certain pregnant women would refer to themselves in plural, in other words, talking as if the baby and her were one, making decisions for them and whatnot, for example:

“The baby wants to eat this.”

Or

“We want to do that.”

Because as stated before, he found all those things to be incredibly absurd, doing his best to not “burst their bubble” and say it was them having the craving, not the baby.

But when you get pregnant… everything changes.

The first time it happened, he didn’t even notice it. At least… not the way he should’ve.

After a mission, Naoya decided to call you to both let you know he was coming back home, as well as to see if you needed anything from outside since he was already there—he always got you things either way, but he wanted to be sure he got just what you wanted, especially now that you were pregnant.

“Hmmm… ice cream! We want ice cream.”

He’s quickly taken aback by your choice of words, but doesn’t chase an answer, thinking instead it was his annoying cousins Mai and Maki pressing you into this decision, as they’ve done before.

“Are you sure? Nothing more?” he asks; Naoya has never liked how manipulative they could be towards you…

“Yep! The ube one from the store I like, pretty please, my love?”

Well, even if it’s going to be shared at the end of the day, Naoya won’t deny that seeing you happy makes him happy too—so, after wandering a bit out of his usual path to get what you want, he heads back home, gives you the ice cream, and relishes the great reward that is your smile and kisses…

A satisfaction that quickly dies out after remembering you would concede to giving most, if not all the ice cream to the frustrating twins, instead of enjoying it wholeheartedly.

“…did you get to at least eat some of it?” Naoya would ask upon meeting up with you once dealing with some of the equally bothersome procedures he always needed to do after finishing a mission.

Seeing you resting by the engawa while gently caressing your stomach is enough to wash away his displeasures… until you answer pushes him back to square one.

“What do you mean?” you respond, he sighs.

“You don’t have to defend them, you know? I know it was Mai and Maki asking you to get ice cream.” If he’s being honest, he was quite surprised their parents haven’t barraged him with reprimands of how he’s not supposed to indulge your requests, or done the same to you for that manner. Either way, he is not looking forward to it, quietly preparing himself to defend you when they do.

“Oh, but… they didn’t?” you add with a subtle frown, confused. Naoya blinks.

“Huh? But you said—then who were you referring to back then?”

“Back then…? What do you mean back—oh!” you gasp, a smile parting your lips when suddenly remembering. “I get it now; it was the baby!”

“The baby…?” Naoya slowly repeats, trying his best to understand. “When you meant we, it was actually…”

“Me and the baby.” You admit with a nod. “Sometimes I get cravings, sometimes the baby does, and sometimes, it’s both of us. The ice cream was one of those times.”

“No way… can you really know that?” He asks, amused.

“Of course! A mother has to, right?” you chuckle. “..Or that’s how it feels anyways.”

But even if what you said wasn’t possible, this didn’t stop the warm sentiment of adoration for you and his unborn baby to settle in his heart, growing bigger and stronger any time you mention it afterwards, to the point he starts doing it himself.

“What are you doing, my loves?” He would ask, just to give an example, after seeing you in the living room, covered by soft blankets and a small heater, safe and away from the cold winter, while leisurely watching TV.

“We’re watching a movie, want to join us?” you ask, looking up to him with a soft smile as you pat the spot beside you. “It’s warm underneath the covers.”

Naturally, Naoya immediately obliges.

“…we want a hamburger…” Is another moment that he keeps dearly his heart: you quietly muttering your request against his chest, almost as if ashamed by it, while he laughs in response—it’s endearing how you still act this way, even when knowing he would do anything to please you.

“Want me to get it, or have the cooks prepare it?”

“Let’s go out, we haven’t been on a date in a while now…”

He kisses the top of your head.

“Anything my girls want.”

“Sushi too?”

“No, Y/N. You know you can’t have sushi when you’re pregnant.”

“Then it’s not anything…”

Naoya laughs once more before placing his hand over your stomach and leaning down.

“Tell mama she needs to be patient. Once you’re with us she’ll have all the sushi she can eat.”

“Do you promise?”

“Have I ever gone back on my word?”

No. He hasn’t, and you rest easy knowing that.

Naoya really is that kind of person that hates on something before trying it, and when he eventually does, he loves it hahahah

But of course, that’s only on things that pertain directly to him. Kind of “I love children” but “only MINE though.” So he still finds those plural references from other people silly/stupid 😂 really, he only has eyes for you 🥺

Anyways, thank you so much for sending in this ask!! I hope you liked my little headcanon, I still have many more to come, but one step at a time 🤭

Take care and hope to see you soon!

#ask #naoya zenin #naoya zen'in #naoya x reader #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin x you #jjk naoya #naoya zen'in x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk x you #prompt series: jujutsu kaisen

[simplydannie]

@meadow-hearthfire

Part 1 here

Unknowingly, Floyd has stepped into some big shoes ever since the twins lost their parents in the accident…. But it’s a position he’s happy to take.

It had been 1 year since the accident…There was much healing for Velvet and Veneer.

There were small changes that Floyd saw: Velvet became more closed off, Veneer a little more over emotional and unsure of himself.

Floyd had planned to go back and see if his brothers were okay….if they were alive even…but that changed after the accident. He couldn’t leave the twins…

The holidays were near… and this would be the siblings first without their parents… they weren’t much in the holiday spirit. But Floyd still wanted to do something for them…. He still wanted them to feel loved even with their parents gone.

Velvet resumed in her room… music blasting loud… she had closed herself off from him and her brother… poor Veneer spent days trying to get her to come out… the only time they’d see her is school days.

They both spent their school days alone most of the time…it was hard for them to make friends. Velvet with her head strong personality, and Veneer was just timid. But that never bothered them because had each other… and their parents…but even between themselves they shut each other off.

Floyd spent the weeks leading up to the holidays making something special for each one of them… well something special in his eyes. Being so small, there wasn’t much he could do…. So he had an idea… an idea he brought from his own culture…. Friendship bracelets. Except these, he would call Family Bracelets.

He took the time to select specific colors for each sibling… making it unique to their own personality. He woke up early morning that special day and slipped each bracelet underneath their doors with a note attached to each one.

“I hope you like it guys.” He said to himself. Floyd looked up to a photo of the twins and the their parents. “I’ll keep trying my best… I promise I won’t let anything hurt them.” He said. He retreated to his own room…. A big room and his little things in a small area…. He closed his eyes and drifted to sleep.

Floyd woke back up to the smell of food.

Food? That only meant one thing…. The twins were up… but they never made food.

The tiny Troll made his way to the door…. Where a note was waiting for him…. Two giant notes:

Dear dad Floyd,

Thanks… I guess… for the bracelet. It’s nice. I’m not one to write much or stuff… but yeah thanks.

-Velvet

Floyd smiled. Coming from Velvet, this was saying a lot…. His heart fluttered when he saw the words dad heavily crossed out. He looked at Veneers:

Floyd!

Thank you so much for the bracelet. It means a lot… thank you for not leaving us… I don’t know what we would’ve done. Please, don’t leave us? If you do want to leave, take us with you? Because, I really need a dad in my life right now ❤️ There will be a surprise for you in the kitchen!!

- Veneer :3

Dad….. that’s how they’ve seen him the past year… he unknowingly filled in the shoes. He knew he’d never replace their real dad…. But he knew that’s what they needed right now. Someone to watch them grow, help them, cry with them, love them….if this was his new calling… he’d gladly accept.

Floyd made his way into the kitchen where the twins were bickering on what to do or how to do it.

“No idiot! You mix the butter first!” Velvet yelled.

“Nooooo. The instructions say after.” Veneer said looking at the box…there was quite the mess to clean up… but Floyd just smiled….. there on their wrist… were the two bracelets he made them.

“Morning guys! What are we having?”

#dreamworks trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #trolls veneer #velvet and veneer #velvet trolls #veneer #velvet #velvet and veneer trolls #fandom #fanfiction #fanfic #oneshot #trolls floyd

[magicfootballstuff]

The Bad Stuff (mapi leon x reader)

“I don’t get it, are you embarrassed of me?”

You’re both sprawled lengthways on Mapi’s couch, you on top of her with your head on her shoulder as she plays with your hair. Though there’s a Netflix show on the television, it had only been background noise until you raised the suggestion of meeting Mapi’s teammates, at which point it suddenly becomes her sole focus as she deflects away from your request.

“Mapi,” you say, nudging her when she ignores your question.

“Of course I’m not embarrassed,” she tells you.

“So you’ll introduce me to them?”

“Princesa,” Mapi sighs. “It’s not that simple.”

“Why not?” you ask.

When Mapi fails to provide an answer, you decide to press on.

“You talk about these girls all the time,” you point out. “I almost feel like I know them already from your stories. Except I don’t, because for some weird reason you refuse to let me meet them.”

“I’ll think about it, okay?”

“Is it them?” you ask Mapi. “Do they not want to meet me?

Mapi stays suspiciously silent, and another, much worse thought pops into your head.

“You have told them about me, haven’t you?”

Mapi’s continued silence is the answer you need.

“Oh my god, you haven’t even told them about me?” you ask, sitting up and removing yourself from on top of Mapi in disbelief at what you’re hearing. “You are embarrassed about me!”

“Baby, please,” Mapi begs you, trying to reach for your hand, but you swat her away. “I’m not embarrassed about you. I’m embarrassed about me.”

Well that’s not the answer you were expecting.

“I don’t understand. Why would you be embarrassed about yourself?”

“My team are like a family to me. They know everything about me. The good stuff, the bad stuff…” She trails off for a few second, then continues, “The really bad stuff. They’ve seen me at my worst. They could tell you things about me that might change your opinion about me. I’m worried you’re going to stop loving me.”

Beneath her confidence and tough exterior, Mapi’s actually a bit of a softie. You know this already, but she still surprises you sometimes with moments of vulnerability. Despite your initial annoyance that Mapi has been hiding your relationship from her teammates, you can see now that it’s because she cares too much, instead of not caring enough.

“First of all, it’s going to take more than some dumb stories from your friends to change how I feel about you,” you tell her. “But also, just checking, this bad stuff - how bad are we talking?”

“Babe, I used to be such an idiot.”

“What do you mean 'used to be'?” you tease her.

She shoots you an unimpressed glare.

“Have you killed anyone?” you joke.

“Yes,” Mapi replies, with a sarcastic roll of her eyes, “and the team know where I buried the bodies.”

“There’s nothing they could tell me about you that would scare me away,” you try to reassure Mapi, settling back down on her chest. “You’re my person, I want to know everything about you. Even the bad stuff. I want to know your friends. They’re important to you, which means they’re important to me.”

“You promise you won’t stop loving me when they tell you really embarrassing stories about me when I was younger.”

“I promise. And if they’re going to tell me you’re a sex fiend,” you say, climbing on top of Mapi properly and straddling her lap, as you lean in close enough that she must be able to feel the warmth of your breath on her face, “well, I already know that.”

Mapi’s hands seek out your hips and she grins up at you.

“Do you need a reminder?”

#mapi leon imagine #mapi leon x reader #woso imagine #woso x reader #fluff #established relationship

[novasintheroom]

008. Kindness

♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader

♡ Word count - 1.1k

♡ Warnings - none

♡ Description - You continue to send Vash letters.

Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3

Part 1 ---- Part 2 ---- Part 3 (you are here!) ---- Part 4 ---- Part 5

The next letter comes a week later on a Tuesday. The one after that, two weeks and two days. And the one after that, just four days later.

You’ve made a habit of writing at nearly every post office and leaving it to be picked up by Vash if he chooses. He tries to resist and leave the letters there, but loneliness and the want to know how you’re doing always wins. He’s returned to a town more than once just to get a letter.

This week’s letter comes from a little town called Bangs. The mailwoman hands him the letter from the top of her tomas, and he gives her the twenty-six C-cents for handling it.

The paper inside is pink this time and smells a bit like almond lotion. Your curving and slanted writing greets him:

                Birdie,

                I’ve managed to add three new towns this week to the roster. There’re only a few people in each who are willing to join in on the book exchange, but a win’s a win. HQ says I’m doing great, and they’ve already gotten a few applications from some teenagers in the towns to apply for college in the bigger cities.

                In fact, they’re moving me to a new route soon. One that’s a bit more challenging due to it being so far out and away from most other places. I’m getting my own tomas for it since the towns are so spread out. I’ve drawn the map they sent me on the back…in case you ever want to visit.

                I hope you’re doing well. I wish I could see you. I know you’re getting my letters. Write to me, please. Even if you don’t think we should travel together anymore, we can at least be friends, right?

Forever yours,

       ______

P.S. What do evil toma lay? Deviled eggs.

He’s surprised to find two blank pages nestled into the envelope. You really want him to write you? After abandoning and dodging you for nearly two months? But he shouldn’t be surprised. You’re always adjusting to his boundaries, always making sure he’s comfortable, even if you disagree. You’re too kind for your own good. The least he could do is tell you he’s okay.

So, he writes back.

                ______,

                I’m doing fine. I’ve got a few jobs lined up in the town I’m in right now. I was able to help nurse someone’s grandma back to health here too. I’m doing my best, just like you are.

He taps at the paper. What else should he say?

                I’m sorry I I’m glad to hear you’re doing well. You’re making a huge difference by helping build up people’s education. It will help so many people in the future.

                What do you know about the region you’re getting assigned to? I’ve only been around there a few times, and I’m sure it’s changed since then.

Best,

              Vash

P.S. Why can’t you ever trust stairs? They’re always up to something.

He’s left with an extra page to write with, but just stuffs it in his pocket. He doesn’t have much of worth to say right now; he still feels bad about…everything. He finds the postwoman again, who takes the new envelope and trots off on her tomas, and that’s that.

The next letter comes on the road as a courier passes by on her own walk back toward a town called Ferret’s Claw. She hails him, and hands it to him. “Already paid for,” her gravelly voice says, then continues trotting down the path of dunes.

Vash watches her leave before he opens and scans it over.

                Birdie,

                I’ve heard about you helping the Plants in the region. You’re not as sneaky as you used to be. That, or people are a lot more talkative about the talented, young, handsome man going around fixing Plants.

                Sure sounds like you.

                I’ve had to deal with some bandits on the road. Been chased a few times. Luckily they either aren’t great shots or don’t have their own toma to chase me on. They seem to be young kids with nothing better to do. I hope the more we spread education, that will lessen.

                Be careful around here, birdie.

                                                                                                Forever yours,

                                                                                                                ______

A blush rises to his cheeks when he reads over the “talented, young, handsome” line again. Leave it to you to still get his stomach fluttering with butterflies, even at a distance. Vash lets a breath go through his nose, then folds the letter, putting it in his “letters pocket,” so dubbed now after receiving them. He brings out the spare piece of paper from the previous letter and begins to write, using his knee as a ‘desk.’

                Mayfl______,

                Don’t worry about me; I know how to run handle bandits. You should be more careful, though. Do you still have that knife you got from the pawn shop?

                I won’t be staying in the region long. There’s a call coming from somewhere else, and I need to go to it.

He taps the paper, looking up and around as he thinks. Should he tell you where he’ll be? He’d like more letters…

                It’s coming from a town in the east, I know that much. Hopefully I can get there in time.

                Be safe.

                             Vash

P.S. There are three types of people in the world: those who can count, and those who can’t.

There. That ought to be enough.

And when he’s in the east, he isn’t as surprised to find a letter waiting for him at one of the towns.

Birdie,

I’ll keep writing to you if that’s alright. It gets lonely on the road, and I don’t doubt you feel it too. I love getting your letters.

HQ says I’ll stay in this region for at least a few months. Please let me know where to send my letters; I promise I won’t follow – I’ve got too many people relying on me and the books now. But I’d still love to hear from you. Tell me about what you’re up to, any adventures, even the shoot-outs you’re in. I’ll worry, but I’ll know you’re okay with each letter.

I hope you’re well. I hope you find happiness wherever you go.

                                                                                Forever yours,

______

P.S. What do you call a can opener that doesn’t work? A can’t opener.

And Vash does write back. Even if it’s so much less than what you write, he keeps you updated.

Vash wonders, when he’s writing his next letter, if this should stop. He’s leading you on; he hasn’t stopped contact like he promised he would. He looks down at the paper and crumples it in his hand, then opens and smooths it out again. Your kindness is like a drug he can’t quit. It’s selfish, but he wants to keep you, like the letters he keeps in his pocket. Is it so bad to want one friend in the world?

Maybe. Perhaps not.

And so he writes.

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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

sunflower, chapter one

summary: Y/n just moved into a new apartment and meets her next-door neighbour for the first time. 

warnings: talking to a therapist, flowers, a case of the butter fingers

word count: 1185

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“How did it go on the way in here today?” your therapist, Anna, asked you, tilting her head a bit and studying your reaction with warm eyes.

“It went alright,” you stated, not really thinking about it too much.

“Have you been outside, went on a walk maybe, since we last spoke?”

“Um,” trying to decipher if you should lie or not, you decided to be honest, ”no… Stevie is still buying my groceries, they offered! I swear, I wouldn’t make them do that for me, but they’ve told me many times that it’s no bother to help in that small way.”

“Is your amygdala starting to calm down a bit after the move?” she asked after letting you digest your last statement for a moment.

“Um, I think it’s getting a bit better?” you squinted your eyes to help decode the answer, “all of the boxes are unpacked now, so the apartment is no longer a chaotic mess, but I don’t think my body has fully realized that the whole moving part is over now. It still feels like I can’t fully relax, you know?”

“Yeah, that makes total sense. Your system has been through a lot the past few weeks, it needs a bit of time to process everything. Not to mention all the new sounds and smells and stuff that your body has to get used to,” she nodded, reassuring you, then changed the subject. “Have you started working again after the move?”

“I’ve set it up, but I haven’t really been that inspired lately, so no. Maybe I’ll paint some stills? Just to do something, get the juices flowing.”

“Oh, that reminds me,” Anna said enthusiastically, “the sunflowers in my garden looked so beautiful this morning, and it made me think about you, so I actually plucked some, if you want them?”

“You did?”

“Yeah, they’re in the breakroom. You can get them on your way out.”

“Anna, that’s so nice, thank you!” you beamed, “Oh, now I have to paint when I get home! Some sunflowers? Yeah, I’m-, yeah, I’m gonna do that.”

The new route home had discombobulated you a bit, but you did it, you made it home in one piece. With sunflowers in your arm, up the still unfamiliar staircase, you went, looking down at your keys, wondering which one was the right one for the front door. Raising your head quickly to check if you were on the right floor, you quietly muttered the new address under your breath, just to remind yourself what it was.

Stopping and looking around to make sure you were standing in front of the right door, you just went for it. One key at a time, trying each and every one of them, to find out which one was the door’s partner.

Sighs constantly flowed out of your mouth with the rejection of each key, the sound of a different door slamming shut caught your attention and you whipped your head around to find the source.

Heart raising, you prepared for the worst, it wasn’t that at all. What your body thought was some kind of monster coming here to kill you or whatever, was instead more akin to a white knight.

Tugging his brown satchel back in place on his shoulder, he swiftly locked his door behind him. Turning to leave, he stopped right in his tracks, staring at you.

“Uh, hi,” he said with a surprised, yet chipper voice, “you must be my new neighbour!”

He didn’t move closer, giving you a chance to take him in completely. Short, yet messy brown hair, big kind eyes, and all clad in a professional, yet comfortable garb, he flashed you a small smile.

“I, um- “your sentence was cut short by the sound of your keys hitting the floor. Looking down at them, you didn’t bend down to pick them up, your brain not really processing that that would be the logical thing to do next. Instead, you just stood there, frozen in place.

Rushing over to help, “oh, here, let me,” the stranger kneeled in front of you, “you already have your hands full,” and plucked the bundle of keys off the ground and offered them to you.

“Thanks,” you said in a small voice, not moving to obtain the dropped item that he so kindly offered in front of you, but still just standing there, looking down at him. God, he was pretty.

Registering that you weren’t going to take the keys back, he stood up. From far away, you hadn’t noticed just how tall he was, but up close, it was crystal clear just how much he towered over you.

Looking down at the yellow flowers in your grasp, he stated out of the blue, “adoration”

“Excuse me?”

“Um, sunflowers, they symbolize adoration, among other things like optimism and loyalty,” he nodded, ending his sentence with a small bite to his bottom lip.

“Oh!” you giggled, letting out a nervous breath, then tilting your head slightly in a questioning manner “are you a botanist?”

“No, what I do for a living has nothing to do with plants, I just read a book once about the language of flowers,” he explained.

“Ah, okay,” you nodded, “adoration you said?”

His smile now growing, he nodded softly, “yeah.”

Feeling your body starting to loosen up by his warmth, you decided to keep going, “so, if you don’t work with plants, what do you do for a living, Mr., um- “pausing, realization hitting that you didn’t know his name yet.

“Spencer” he quickly filled in for you, “my name is Spencer Reid, um, Doctor Reid.”

“Oh, you’re a doctor?” you said, impressed.

“I am, well, not that that kind of a doctor, um, they are PhDs” he stammered, gesticulating with his hands, ”I work for the FBI.”

Only now, you looked down to notice the revolver strapped to his belt. “Really?” you asked, wanting him to keep going.

“Yeah, the BAU. I’m a profiler.”

“Profiler, that’s like psychology and stuff, right?” you squinted my eyes.

“Y-yeah,” he smiled, “it is.”

Biting your lip, you looked down at your shoes. You were still standing in the hallway. Why were you still just standing here? A minute ago, you were so eager to get inside to relax, but no, here you were, chatting up your very pretty new neighbour. Or well, you weren’t chatting him up, just the normal amount of getting to know the person you live next to. He was probably in a hurry to get to wherever he had to go, and you were holding him back. So, you reached out your hand, palm up, and smiled politely, “it was nice to meet you, Dr Reid.”

Dropping the keys in your outstretched hand, “yeah, you too. Welcome to the building, um, what’s your name?”

“Y/n. My name is Y/n Y/l/n.”

“Y/n.” he muttered, tasting your name on his tongue, “I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah, see you,” you smiled, watching his lanky frame make its way down the hall and the stairs, offering a small wave before disappearing completely from view.

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[callivich]

after i read your fic writer interview post i really interested in your vision about mandy struggling with a unrequited love towards ian and jealousy towards mickey. I'd love to know more about that !!

Hi anon! 💖 So, it’s a sorta random idea that I come back to now and again. I don’t actually know if I’ll get around to writing it - so if anyone feels inspired by this, feel free to use it as a prompt!

And it got long and I rambled (as usual…)

It would be set post-finale. Mandy ends up coming back to Chicago a bit reluctantly after she’s offered a promotion. It’s better money and better hours but it does mean she has to leave the place she’s been living for the past few years. She accepts and returns to Chicago but doesn’t let anyone know.

She doesn’t love her job, her love life is non-existent and she struggles with making close friends. She’s kinda unhappy with life but grateful for the fact she’s got a ok job and can support herself just about. That frustrates her- she’s got a normal, legal job and she works so hard but she’s still just getting by.

I think she’s probably lost touch with Ian and Mickey. She happens to run into them when she goes go buy some weed from a store and they happen to be there for work.

Mandy is surprised because the last she heard was that Mickey was on the run in Mexico. So, she can’t quite get her head around the fact that he and Ian are together and married and running a business together. It’s a lot to take in, they’ve changed a lot but in a lot of ways they’re still the same.

They start meeting up regularly and she gets to see how happy and settled they are. Of course, she saw them together when they were living at the Milkovich house but this is different - they’re far more comfortable with each other and their relationship. Idk if i’m explaining this well but she can see just how great their relationship is - it’s not perfect but it’s stable and loving and intense and all the things she assumed ‘normal’ relationships have but much more.

Mandy hasn’t been pining for Ian all these years or anything. She just slowly starts to fall for him and realises that her feelings are not just friendship. Ian’s gorgeous and kind and funny and he’s so in love with Mickey. She wishes she had someone love her like that.

At first, she just thinks she’s horny and needs to get laid. But after a couple of hookups with random guys, she realises it’s not that. Her feelings towards Ian are still there. This is something deeper.

I’m sorta imagining Mandy is just struggling with feeling unfulfilled with her life and although she wants to be happy for Ian and Mickey, she struggles with it a bit. And her feelings for Ian become muddled because she loves him so much as a friend but after not seeing him for so long, it’s kinda like they’re meeting all over again and he’s just so sweet and charming. Because on the one hand, he’s still the dorky, cute kid she first met all those years ago but he’s also more mature and sure of himself in a lot of ways.

It’s sort of difficult for her to not compare Ian and Mickey to her relationship with Lip. She wonders why her and Lip couldn’t overcome everything to be together and love each other like this. (Which is frustrating in a lot of ways because she thought she was so over Lip but there’s stuff she’s obviously never moved from.) Even though it’s been years, it brings up a lot of old hurt and she’s never really properly dealt with her jealousy and insecurity issues so she finds it hard not to feel slightly jealous that Mickey gets Ian and this good life.

Also, she’s never been jealous of Mickey before so it’s a strange, new feeling.

I think sometimes in fanfic, people write Mickey and Mandy much closer than they are in canon. Which is interesting and can be great in fics but I do think that it’s also interesting to explore a different idea that they cared for each other but they couldn’t really be as close because they were keeping so many secrets from each other. That’s sorta how they’d be in this fic - and they’re sorta learning to be siblings again now that they grown up and free and Terry’s dead.

Basically it’s a character study about reuniting with people from the past when you’re in a different place to them. Mandy wants what they have and, maybe wants Ian too in a way. But obviously she can’t have Ian, her feelings for him are unrequited - she knows he’s gay and that he’s in love and married to her brother. So she has to learn to move on from her feelings. It’d be kinda angsty, I think.

Maybe she’d drunkenly confess her feelings at one point (Ian doesn’t get it at first when she tells him she loves him, “I love you too, Mandy!” And she’s like “no…I’m in love with you” and it’s emotional and awkward). One reason I’m not sure I’d write this story is that I’m not sure how best to write Ian and Mickey after they learn this. (That, and I’ve never finished a multi-chapter fic and I feel this would work best as a long story.)

Anyway! Yeah, those are all my rambling thoughts about this. Like I said, I’m not sure I’ll actually ever write this so if it inspires anyone - feel free to have all of this or parts of it as a prompt. 💖

I think the basic idea of Mandy having an unrequited love for Ian and struggling with feeling jealous towards Mickey, might work in earlier seasons or like…in a canon divergent or AU setting but I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it in other settings outside of my post-finale idea.

Would love to read other people’s ideas? Tagging: @m4ndysk4nkovich in case you’ve got thoughts! 💖

#mandy milkovich #gallavich #calli talks #prompt #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher

[all54321]

Marks From A God’s Kiss

[AO3]

Coming back with a new AU! In which Grian is a God and Scar is his eternal devotee (and I do mean eternal).

Summery: After incidents from his current and past lives, Scar has grown cautious of how he shares his devotion. Unfortunately a Hermitcraft beach party leaves the markings from his reincarnation completely visible.

—————

While Scar was hesitating to leave his builds, having a beach day with the other Hermits sounds like a nice break.

He pulls off his shirt and gently folds it next to his other stuff under an umbrella. Scar takes off the necklace after, setting it gently on top. He loathes to be away from it, but he isn’t sure what the salt water would do to it.

His Lord may have enchanted it, but Scar made it and he’s not sure if he made it well enough back then. So it stays safely besides his other stuff.

Scar quickly makes his way to the water, joining the other hermits in. There are only about half, but more should be on their way soon. There hasn’t been that much time he spent around all of the other hermits, mostly being one on one interactions or smaller groups. So it will be a nice change of pace.

“What’s that?” Cleo asks the moment he swims up to them.

Scar follows where she’s pointing to his arm, to the swirling marks on it. “Ah, those are marks from my Lord.”

That drags the attention of everyone around him, Xisuma furrowing his brows, “I didn’t know you were religious.”

Scar shrugs, trying not to fall into his normal spiel, “Yeah, I’m not too vocal about it anymore.” He pushes away certain memories of his most recent past life, he’s learned to be cautious. Not to mention the start of this one.

Scar jolts as he feels a hand on his arm, pulling away from Cub, who’s staring at the marks, “Understandably to keep it silent, but I must ask about the marks.”

Cub’s a vex too, he recalls suddenly and tries to not feel dread from it, he grins instead, “I know what I’m doing, I have given my body over to my Lord, I am a vessel for their desires.”

Cub gives him a strange look but takes a step back, “Alright, just making sure you know.” And just like that, things return to what they were before.

Scar will have time to convince them to join later, and if they refuse? Well he’s still here, and that’s all that matters. Only him.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

When the other hermits arrive, only some ask about the marks and drop it after a few questions. None of them seem to dwell on it after they stop asking questions.

Although it’s not that much of a surprise to Scar, all Hermits have something going on unusual to everyone else. It makes sense that they wouldn’t question Scar much about this.

Of course if Scar tells them the full truth then they will have more questions and worries. That and his lord wouldn’t like if he told them that.

The moment he fully dries himself off, Scar puts the necklace back on. He brings it up to his lips, mumbling a quiet prayer against it. Unnecessary in the grand scheme of things, but it feels wrong not to.

Scar needs to pay his God back tenfold for everything they’ve given to him, and it hasn’t been 10 lifetimes just yet. Even then it wouldn’t be enough. His god deserves an eternity of his devotion, if not more.

Which reminds him, it’s almost time for him to head to the temple. Scar checks his communicator, just a few hours till. He packs up all of his stuff and tells the others goodbye.

Scar makes his way back to his base quickly, dropping everything off and getting changed. Once everything is sorted, he leaves the server, traveling to his own separate one.

He travels along the short path through the forest, soon coming across the towering temple. He frowns as he sees some vines dangling from the top of some of the beams. Seems like he missed a few on his initial cleanup.

Scar shakes his head, he can do that later, for now he walks through the arches and inside the temple. He walks further inside until he reaches the towering statue in the center room.

He kneels down at the base, bowing his head and clutching his hands together. Before he can utter a word, he feels hands cradle his face. Scar allows his head to be tilted upwards and he opens his eyes, taking in the whispy figure in front of him, “Hello, my Lord.”

A humming sound echoes in his ears, “You do so well for me, my Scar.”

Scar sinks into the hands as Xelqua’s magic washes over him, falling deep into the feeling it gives him. “Of course, my God.

#devoted from one lifetime to the next #my writing #scarian #There isn’t actually a rule against Scar telling others about his reincarnation #he was warned against it for how people would react #but wasn’t forbidden from it #Scar just misunderstood

[moosemonstrous]

Ghost Rider Pacific Rim AU - this is a serious operation

Reyes watches Amadeus unpack the ophthalmology equipment with an expression of someone condemned to an electric chair.

“What are you a doctor of again?” he asks. He appears much less jittery than he was in the debrief, but he’s been going up and down since he woke up still on the resonance table. He went out like a light halfway through the MRS scan. Tony thought they’ve actually gone and killed him, but, surprise surprise, he really just passed out after over eighteen hours on the go. Montesi told them to leave him to it and had one of the nurses fetch a blanket.

Is he still in shock? He was definitely in shock when he crawled out of The Charger. He didn’t even ask for his phone back until they were nearly back at the base. But no, somebody in medical would’ve noticed this morning.

Amadeus belatedly remembers he was asked a question. “Technically, I’m not a doctor in any capacity. But I have the manual for these.”

The OCT hasn’t been used since they introduced Mark Threes and the drift technology stopped being quite so dangerous to new users, but it seems to be in a good condition. Nurse Carter had an ophthalmologist from the local hospital come over with his own gear to sort out Reyes’s eye after his accident, and at the time there was no reason to suspect it would be needed again. Amadeus really should know better than trust outside expertise with this kind of stuff.

“I feel like this should have come up before now.” Reyes wrinkles his nose. “How–”

“I’m very smart.” This never seems to be a good enough explanation for anyone. “I could’ve wasted time getting approval from some dusty old people halfway across the world, or done something useful with it. Besides, I basically grew up around academics, it rubs off on you.” It’s not a lie, if he counts Herc’s extended family. Somehow, he doesn’t think Reyes would care for his tragic backstory. “Don’t worry, Tony had me sit the exams before he let me loose on his lab.”

That also never seems to convince anyone – it shouldn’t, for people who aren’t Amadeus – but he has long made peace with it and at least Reyes doesn’t just. Up and leave. He does seem to find it funny, though. It’s weird to see his face do anything but scowl.

“I thought I’m the only underqualified person around here.”

“Excuse me,” Amadeus scoffs. The tomograph blinks to life when he flips the on switch. “I’m exceedingly qualified to take a photo of your eyeball.”

It’s not that he hasn’t noticed it was healing too slowly, but there were so many other priorities along the way. The pressure of a drift has been bursting blood vessels in rangers since the beginning of the program, and while Montesi was a bit concerned about the damage to the pupil, the ophthalmologist confirmed it was nothing to be worried about. At the time.

The software for the scanner comes on a CD, because of course it does. Amadeus is ninety percent sure he’s got a reader somewhere in his desk. His office is permanently in the state of what Tony generously calls a creative disaster, but he only has to move one half-deconstructed drone before he unearths an external CD drive alongside several spare memory ones he’s meant to re-label at some point… Later. At some point later. When he turns to triumphally plug the thing into his laptop, Reyes looks at him with a poorly disguised judgement.

“I have a system,” he lies.

“…Sure.”

Time to get this situation back on track. “Have you had any vision problems?”

“No.” Reyes never reported any pain, although Amadeus is beginning to suspect he’s the type to manfully ignore discomfort until it’s unavoidable. He doesn’t know if leukocoria ever occurs without some blurriness – or if that’s indeed what he saw whenever Brooks changed projector settings – but he can find that out after he’s examined it for himself. “What does this do?”

Amadeus checks the expiration date on the eyedrops before passing them to him. “You look into that lens there for ten minutes, I scan the back of your eye. No touching, and it shouldn’t hurt. At the end, I get a detailed image of the retina, and you avoid bright lights for a few hours. How’s that?”

To no apparent protest, Amadeus consults the manual to get the software going before strapping Reyes’s chin into the tomograph. He doesn’t really expect to find anything out of order – no pain, no sight issues, no headaches unrelated to the drift apparatus – but their new ranger is enough of an anomaly already. He’s not going to risk his solo pilot going the way of Spector – all the potential bursting like a soap bubble on an unasked question.

It takes slightly longer than ten minutes, because just this once Amadeus might have to admit that not having done this before somewhat hampers his confidence in getting the readings right. There’s discoloration around the macula, but that’s hardly a concern – nothing ever looks the same under a microscope as it does in textbook photos, and if he’s being honest, he was worried he’d find the retina already peeling off. The spectral domain view seems to have a little more to it than the example images would suggest, and eventually Amadeus gives in and asks Reyes to put the dilating eyedrops in his healthy eye, too.

“How’s your brother anyway?” he asks, mostly to keep his thinking face at bay. This is why he doesn’t normally work with live sub—with patients. He really should’ve asked one of the nurses to assist, if only to provide the small talk. “Look to the left. Has he been watching the news?”

Reyes doesn’t answer for a long moment. When he does, he sounds like there���s something stuck in his throat: “The children’s centre doesn’t allow jaeger broadcasts until after the fact. Just in case.”

“In case of—? Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Great fucking job, Cho. “Well, it’s been after the fact for a while! Didn’t you call him from the chopper?”

“His phone was off.” Another bout of silence. “His key worker texted me, said he was alright. I’m going to pick him up after this.”

“You’re going to look high for at least an hour,” Amadeus warns him. “And Kate wanted to discuss your media presence.” The eye on the other side of the lens begins blinking rapidly. “Stop that, I can’t scan your eyelid.”

“Who’s Kate?”

“Kate Bishop? She’s Jen’s PR girl.”

“PR.” It’s probably possible to inject more dread into two letters, but not without a lot of effort. “You mean—like an interview?”

There’s no thickening present on the healthy eye, and the difference is minimal. For all that he didn’t think anything would show up, it’s somehow really frustrating that the best he’s got is some minor abnormalities that can probably be explained away with the original damage and not enough sleep. He’ll have to run it by someone who knows better – and maybe ask Brooks to look out for the eyeshine. It was probably just a weird reflection, but it won’t hurt to make a note.

“More like full stage prep and making you memorise the party line. I wouldn’t really know, for some reason she never wanted me in front of the cameras.” He looks up from the laptop. Reyes isn’t prone to going pale, but he’s certainly lost some colour. “You fought a building-sized demon. You can’t be scared of reporters.”

“I’m not.”

“Uh-huh. You can move now, I’m done.” Reyes blinks owlishly, trying to refocus his eyes at a normal distance. His pupils are huge from the drops, which gives Amadeus an idea. It’s not that he wants to purposefully interfere with Kate’s job – this is how he shows his fondness, if anyone asks. “You know, if you talk to her now, she’ll have to let you go until you can handle spotlights again. I think... six hours? Should do it?”

“You think?”

“You’re free to get a second opinion.”

That nets him an actual smile. Turns out, Amadeus has a bedside manner after all.

**

(if you saw fake science, no you didn't. This is technically still a WIP with another part that's supposed to be attached but I can't look at eyeballs any longer without developing a very disturbing fetish so)

#ghost rider pacific rim au #robbie reyes #amadeus cho

[overthinkingtaleblr]

Tell me more about your Acachalla parents hc pls?

My Acachalla Parents Headcanon Masterlist

I don't think you wanted me to answer like this, but I was excited to use this as a jumping-off point. I hope that's okay! This is a couple days late but I had so much to say ^^; there’s a chance I’m still missing stuff, and I mostly focus on their relationship!

When it comes to two quasi-immortals getting together in middle age and having to raise a bunch of children after collecting enemies like it was a hobby for most of their life… no one can beat the Acachalla Parents. Papa Acachalla with his murderous ex-gangs and ex-spouses, and Gertrude with her frequently changing identity as she hides from literal space cops. Between the two of them, it’s surprising that either of them wound up assumed to be the “wholesome” parent, since I’m not sure that’s actually possible for either of them. The best part about the energy they bring to this relationship is that they Both bring it together.

While I don’t know if they’re in love in canon, to me there is nothing that means more to me than these two entities of murder and chaos swooning over each other. There is no i can fix her, there is no i can make him worse, they like the other for who they are now. Warts and all… So how did we get here?

General Headcanons

Controversial of me to myself, but I’m not reviewing old videos for this and I’m barely looking at the wiki. When I say all of this is in my head, I mean that literally.

Billion Year War - Gertrude is one of many characters who does not appear during the BYW arc, even though Papa appears frequently. Since Papa was kind of the cause of the war, it’s possible that he finally managed to do something bad enough that she couldn’t excuse it anymore.

Crimes - Papa is known more for his criminal behavior, but Gertrude has been a menace. Being together didn’t mellow them out, it’s only made them worse. I say that with love.

Date Night - Part of the reason why the kids have so many unsupervised adventures is because the adults drop them off somewhere random and tell them to have fun so that they can have some peaceful hours to themselves. This often involves getting them distracted before leaving as quickly as possible since the faster kids can and will chase the car home if they weren’t up for the day trip.

Paranormal Visitors - Not every ghost at the Acachalla house is a stranger, and most of them are from the pasts of the parents. When the hauntings first started, they usually pretended like they had no idea as to what ghosts they had a history with would want with them. After multiple years of this and some establishment of trust, they concluded that their connection doesn’t matter, what does matter is keeping their family safe first and foremost. They still don’t bring the topic up, but they’ll actually argue with ghosts now for being petty. It also makes it easier to work with PIE.

Raising Monsters - I’m sure only one of them would even jokingly refer to the Acachalla children as monsters, and only two technically qualify, but still. There is no way that they’ve gotten their act together yet— boy have they tried, but that just means they’ve failed. They’re not doing a bad job raising the kids overall, but they’re frequently overwhelmed and confused and there’s no guide for how to take care of your daughter who can turn into a demon or you son who claims to be a god. I think the chaos makes their organized moments all the more rewarding to Gertrude and Papa.

Relationship History HC

Crossing Paths in Cowboy Times

Gertrude is actually older than Papa by a lot, being a Gingarian alien. She arrived on the planet running from space police for crimes against her world that her family committed. She stayed flighty, moving from place to place on Earth to avoid being caught, and eventually finding herself in the middle of New Mexico during what would be come to be known as the “Wild West”

She intentionally chose a town that outlawed guns, knowing that she’d be able to crowbar anybody who aimed to do her harm and chose to work at a bank.

Papa Acachalla was running the Acachalla Gang while the real leader, his older brother, was dealing with a magical ailment no one understood. This was soon after he left his boyfriend to die when a heist went wrong, and he was having a really hard time keeping his head in the game. He probably would have lied about being sick if he wasn’t the only option.

Unsure who to bring with him with the list heavily exhausted, he decided to bring his younger cousin, Maxwell, allegedly to “get the kid some experience”. Real answer: he was out of options and desperate for an extra pair of hands. Maxwell trusted him, though.

Papa let Maxwell take the lead, borderline dissociating in the meantime while he wallowed in his own shame.

Gertrude, recognizing the Acachallas to be something that wasn’t human, mistook them for being apart of the police force she was running from. Taking advantage of the smaller one’s nativity, Getrude allowed him to come toward the money before bludgeoning his head in and threatening his partner.

Papa snapped back to reality in time to see what was about to happen, but wasn’t able to bring himself to warn Maxwell. He didn’t have the strength, physical or mental, to go up against this woman to get the kid’s body, either. Sputtering excuses, he turned and left when she told him to.

A diffferent group met the Sheriff at the town border a day later to pick up the body and take him home, though the woman who killed him was kicked out of town before they could ask for vengeance.

Though the local sheriff was happy to see the Acachallas leave them alone, Gertrude still got heavily chewed out for killing a child, especially in such a brutal manner. Not understanding where she went wrong, she sounded like a monster when pried for her thought process, making the Sheriff inclined to kick her out of the town. She was ready to go on the road again, anyways.

The Union of Acachallans in New Mexico started disappearing soon after this incident, the tragedy proving to be the last straw most of the inhabitants could take. Papa was left feeling solely responsible for the disintegration of both his metaphorical and literal family.

It wasn’t until years later that Gertrude came to understand how vulnerable humans are when they’re young, and this incident would start to haunt her as she realized she severely overreacted and someone died for it.

The first time the two met, they accidentally screwed over the other’s sense of normalcy and changed their life direction seemingly for the worst, all over a heist gone wrong… and they never even got the other person’s name.

First Connection

After almost two hundred years worth of downward spiraling between the both of them, Gertrude and Papa Acachalla truly met each other for the first time, entirely across the country from their initial interaction.

Papa didn’t jump around too much, it’s more like the world was moving too quickly around him. He entered and exited romances, he started working at a 7-11 when it first opened and found himself the manager and borderline owner just by being there, and he only got the house because he initially moved in with roommates who all left him. He had family in the area, but he never took the time to actually see them. He was drifting.

Gertrude on the other hand was rapidly oscillating from place to place, moving too quickly to really settle down anywhere. She would walk in, burn bridges, walk out. If her reputation in a cluster of towns got too high, she’d take a train to the next state and start over from scratch. Wasn’t just jobs and relationships, but her sense of self as well, Gertrude caught onto any new trend that passed her by, but got bored of it quickly. Part of her was only doing it to hide from the aforementioned space police, the other part of her was desperate for a sense of belonging.

So that’s how an overworked yet overpayed Papa Acachalla encountered an emo phase Gertrude in his 7-11.

I’m not entirely sure what happened next, but two things need to happen before Gertrude moves in with Papa. First and obviously, the two need to connect, actually communication with each other. The second is that Gertrude needs to encounter the space cop who’s been looking for her.

The way I’d suggest this is that Gertrude ends up trying to live inside the 7-11 without Papa noticing, he absolutely catches on like the second day but doesn’t say anything because he doesn’t care enough to bother.

The two eventually begin to chat from across the building, relating to each other a lot partially because of how secretive they both were being about their past. After a couple weeks, she basically became his unpaid front-desk buddy.

They’d sit in silence for most of the day, only really talking over meals. Sometimes Papa would order takeout if Gertrude mentioned being sick of noodle cups. They were beginning to get along.

After awhile of this becoming the new normal, the aforementioned Gingarian Space Cop (he’s an actual character, he’s named Agent Knock), comes in looking for someone of a different name, but it’s real obvious that Gertrude has been hiding since he came in.

Papa decides he’s siding with her over whatever galactic federation is in charge even if she WAS wrong and flaunts his metaphorical power as an Acachallan to get the Agent to leave.

Before feeling safe enough to be relieved as Agent Knock leaves, Gertrude realizes that Papa would technically be able to harbor her as a criminal. First thing she does when it’s all over is turn to Papa and ask if he had room for someone else in his house.

Again, overpaid, Papa doesn’t need a roommate financially. He does, however, live in a massive house that gets lonely, and he’s aware that Gertrude might just up and leave if the Agent comes back, so after a bit of waffling to tell himself that he’s not going soft, she’s just twisting his arm on the matter, he agrees to let her stay with him so long as she keeps her head down.

It’s not important for the list but Gertrude Does eventually kill Agent Knock good for her.

Adjusting to Domesticity

Two explicit criminals who previously incidentally ruined each other’s life— now living together under one roof, might fall in love.

Might have already fallen in love, but who’s keeping track.

Sadly for fanfiction tropes, there was very much not one bed in the house, so they wound up sleeping on different floors entirely in the beginning.

Gertrude hasn’t had a steady place to live in a long time. She keeps her belongings in one place so she can grab it all and leave at a moment’s notice if her good fortune suddenly sours. It isn’t that she distrusts Papa or what seems to be his kindness, but… it wouldn’t be the first time something didn’t work out for her.

The last time someone else lived in the house with him, Papa Acachalla was counting the days until they left and he’d have the freedom to do whatever he wanted with his own space. Now that they’re gone, nothing’s changed. Without having someone to interact with, the days began to blur together and nothing felt like it was worth doing.

Even just living together is enough to make life a little bit easier for both of them. Gertrude doesn’t realize it, but she’s stopping Papa from slipping into another stupor, and Papa is fully aware that his family reputation is keeping her safe.

It doesn’t take long for both of them to adjust to each other’s company, and when the children get added to the family dynamic as well, they grow closer as partners-in-crime (that crime is caretaking) as well.

As emotionally immature as they both can be, it isn’t the first time either of them had caught feelings like this. They’ve been burned before. With any luck, it’ll turn out okay this time around.

Optional: There is a chance that Billy and Sally entered Papa's life before Gertrude. I never considered it before now, but it would be very interesting for Gertrude to come in not just to Papa, but his adopted children as well. Lecture him for letting them get away with not eating their veggies.

Parenthood Attempt

Despite both of them having experience, to say either of them knew what they were doing when taking on the challenge of raising several children would be a lie.

Papa feels like people depending on him has only led to hurting them in the past, so he has a tendency to push the kids away, pretending like Gertrude is the only one who wants them there. If the kids ever claimed that Papa didn’t care about them, though, he would cry.

Gertrude tries her best to come off as responsible, but that’s because she knows they’re all human-ish. No matter how strong they seem, they will always be fragile compared to her. They won’t be able to survive forever, and she doesn’t know what injury might be dangerous enough to be their last, thus her protective parenting style.

Papa accidentally got Billy involved in a lot of stuff he was too young for and tried passing it off as after-school activities.

In fact, most of Papa’s group bonding activities are crime based… because the only other time he ever had to parent someone, his main interest was the gang Papa was in.

Gertrude genuinely thought Spencer was just low-maintenance until he one day vented about how much he felt like crap and she realized he was actively not taking care of himself and realized no matter how much he pushed away, he DID need her to make an effort.

Neither Gertrude or Papa know how to talk on the PTA without sounding absolutely insane, and both are fully aware that the other parents are counting the days until their kids all graduate.

If you asked if Maddie counted as one of their kids, Gertrude would explain that she was just a close friend who could be seen as a daughter if you really wanted, but surely she had other parents and they couldn’t just adopt someone illegally. Papa would think about it before going ‘sure, she’s one of ours’.

Johnny Ghost is an honorary Acachalla kid and almost had a stroke when he found out.

It’s mostly because he’s an ill-tempered orphan who frequents the house and can keep up with the chaotic energy of the kids and adults, and both the parents HAVE had to… well, parent him in a tense situation before. They’ve grown attached, he’s theirs now.

Addendum: ghost is not an orphan, he has a dad. He is so confused as to why they think he is an orphan but doesn’t want to tell them in case they decide the answer is to MAKE him an orphan.

Rapid Fire HCs

Gertrude proposed, but the rings are Papa’s. She used a random object as a stand-in for a ring since she didn’t know Papa’s ring size, and this gave Papa Acachalla time to tell his mother and for her to pass along his parent’s wedding rings like an heirloom. It was very touching for both of them.

If they didn’t accidentally screw over each other’s lives, they wouldn’t have gotten together. They both needed a hit to their pride to get the world into perspective. Before, Papa was too egotistical, and Gertrude was a little bit out of control.

Gertrude has a larger criminal record than Papa, but she lets Papa take the lead for larceny and stuff. Papa actually knows how to steal— Gertrude’s crimes are predominantly war crimes, planetary eviction, and murder.

Papa and Gertrude both like doing grand gestures, but they love the unplanned soft moments more. The tender moments. Their lives have been too action-packed to not appreciate the change in pace.

Sometimes shaving your husband’s back in a dark bathroom is a tender moment, idk.

Both have a skill-based preference when it comes to chores. Not because either are good, but more because there is one task they’re terrible at. Papa is a bit too experimental in the kitchen, and Gertrude mixes the wrong cleaning supplies. They’re happy to take the other responsibility if it means everyone in the house doesn’t die.

They keep secrets from each other, on purpose and on accident. When there are so many skeletons in your closet, it’s hard to know which ones should be dug up and which ones can stay. They’ve learned not to be too judgmental when the past gets dredged up.

Papa and Gertrude both come from absolutely massive families that they’ve been basically exiled from due to bad behavior.

Gertrude is on the space equivalent of a “no-fly list”, so any time they want to travel with her, they either have to fake her passport and identity… or find their own, unofficial methods.

Papa Acachalla is haunted by Jose Jose Jose Jose, who I like to see as an incredibly bitter ex. You’d think this would be difficult for Gertrude, but I think it’d be funnier if she and the vengeful spirit wound up besties.

On the other hand, Maxwell fucking hates Gertrude. Even if Papa didn’t recognize her from the incident, Maxwell did. It caused a bit of a relationship hiccup, but they worked through it.

Both Gertrude and Papa were disowned by their family after an incident that killed most of the ones they were close with, only difference is that Gertrude’s family still refuses to talk to her and Papa’s reconnected with his mother.

Papa has to do the taxes because last time he asked Gertrude to do it she told him she had a brilliant idea and explained tax fraud to him. He does not want to fight the IRS again, so he let her down gently.

An Alternate Understanding of their relationship is one that is more… “Should have been divorced a decade ago” but weirdly tongue-in-cheek and self-aware of the toxicity. I don’t like to do that one anymore because I prefer the conflicting tenderness of active criminals being caring and tender, but that read requires Papa to be genuine every time he says he doesn’t see the others as Family.

Songs and Why

- Tangled up by Caro Emerald (Remix)

“You’re quite the same | If love’s the game”

Yes, I was an animation meme kid growing up and this song has a soft spot in my heart now. I try to push it aside for these two, though. I want them to dance, and this song has a good beat!

#taleblr #taleblr headcanons #the acachalla family #acachalla family #gertrude acachalla #papa acachalla #headcanon masterlist #taleblr headcanon masterlist

[mpsansy]

Newfound Family Talk

I don’t regularly talk much about Newfound Family cause it’s been rather slow to come to mind, but I happen to be itching to share my thoughts now as they’re starting to pick up. Some of these will be small, but it’s the little things that count, right?

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-Perhaps this may come as a surprise to you, but I’m happy to note that Frisk is especially happy that, for the longest time, they didn’t have to be stressed out about taking some important position like being an ambassador. No, the role they played in was to simply be free and find themselves. Basically, Frisk was able to be a kid all due to Sans and Papyrus being there to shield them from the whole responsibility bit. For now, anyway.

-Something about Frisk’s personality has changed. Cause very gradually after the story of Undertale ended, they began to be more vocal and expressive. For the most part, they would mimic Sans, Papyrus, and a few others. But then it kind of transformed into something entirely different. They really did become their own person, and it was so beautiful to witness. Least that’s what people like Papyrus and Toriel would say.

-Don’t know if you know this, but Frisk is PAINFULLY average in terms of their education and school life. I mean, they don’t really care about popularity or anything of the sort. They just want to get stuff done and doodle on papers cause it’s soothing for them. Best thing to say for Frisk is that in school, they are the type of teen you’d like to hang around with cause they’re so mellow and would make you feel like you’re in good company.

-Frisk loves to sing. Mostly slow melodies as they don’t hurt their vocal cords. Though if you were to hear them, you’d probably come to realize that they have range. It’s a talent very few have the delight to hear.

-Admittedly, if Frisk is hurting. Like REALLY hurting on any level? They will cry out for their brothers and father. Cause the three are really the main ones who have more of a connection with Frisk and how humans behave and feel. Inside and out. Almost instinctively do they call out to them as opposed to anyone else they have.

-Frisk doesn’t like their old pajamas they wore in the underground for many reasons. The colors are even on thin ice just cause they like to wear dimmer clothes as opposed to bright ones. If you were to show them their old clothes, they’d probably grab them and slam them on the ground and run away. Proclaiming them to be “icky and stupid.” What a strange, strange teenager they’ve become.

-Frisk has a reputation for getting scars. Most of which are covered up with their long sleeves and pants, but one scar they try to cover is the one on their right cheek that was from Asriel a long time ago in the underground. It used to be a lot bigger but was healed by Toriel. Most of it anyway. To this day, it still burns and aches. Though Frisk has gotten used to the sensation over time. They just have to change their band-aid from time to time. Just so they don’t scratch it.

-Saying Frisk knows how to fight is an understatement. They were taught by the best, after all. And the best just happens to be Papyrus and Undyne. They particularly don’t like the idea of fighting, but Papyrus had put Frisk at ease and said it would be beneficial for emergencies. And it’s a great way to exercise.

-To compare how tall Frisk is to Chara now? Well, Frisk is short by two inches. Although none are as tall as Asriel. Holy moly, is he eating something to make him as big as his dad. My goodness!!

-Frisk does have a little love life of their own. They have an ongoing relationship with a boy named Oliver who makes Frisk feel right at home with who they are. And have been together since they were kids. Sincerely this is the most happiest they have ever been with another person. In a romantic setting anyway.

-Speaking of love, MK has realized that they have feelings for both Frisk and Oliver. And it’s so funny to see them try to pull themselves together cause like? C’mon, they’re already good friends. It’s too silly to think they could all be together. (It’s in fact, not silly and possible cause they all would get along as partners if MK just talked to Frisk and Oliver about it. But they just barely discovered the fact. The monster needs time!)

-When it comes to Chara and Frisk about blood, it doesn’t seem to phase them. Especially if it’s theirs that’s coming from out their mouth or nose.

-Asriel, on the other hand, hates it. And now that he can bleed the stuff, it’s even worse. He has to bathe himself just so he doesn’t have to smell it. Poor dear gets uncomfortable with it.

-On a different note, the three LOVE the fall season. So mellow and refreshing to be outside and enjoy the rain and cool air. Literally, you will always find them outside when it’s that weather. Often times drinking and eating together as they talk about their lives and junk.

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Anddddddd….. That’s all have at the moment :(

#undertale #undertale au #undertale alternate universe #utnewfoundfamily #frisk #asriel #chara #thought id have more but nah

[gtraccoon]

sorry for all the technical difficulties that were probably my fault but now i have more drawings!!

these are rougher but as i’m working out who’s tiny and who’s not the only ones i had set in stone were these guys. they are my absolute favorite duos in the show so they get special treatment

i’m still working on how Tweek meets Craig in this cause they’re kinda the center two so Tweek is gonna have more thought put into his backstory (i have so much stuff for them but that’s in the works) but I have stuff for Butters!

Since his parents are the actual fucking worst, they want to be rid of their son for a bit so what better way to do that then send him to one of the most infamously dangerous homes in town? Butters is sent to the McCormick house because “there’s a lot stuff left forgotten to take and no other borrowers are there” but his parents are kinda hoping that someone in that house will kill him in a drunken rage or little kid accident.

Butters actually doesnt get caught. He manages to borrow successfully since even if the parents of the house have noticed him, they were too drunk to remember the next day. But he sees this one kid who’s actually trying to do better for his family and who seems to care about his siblings and friends: Kenny. Butters really isn’t used to being around people who care about others, so he takes a liking to Kenny immediately.

Butters ends up borrowing from nearby homes, stores, and restaurants and finding spare change and dollars, which he leaves for Kenny to find. After all, he’s a borrower, what good is money gonna do him? Kenny doesn’t really know what’s happening but after money starts appearing more frequently, he starts leaving gifts in return like candy, cool rocks, pins, or hair clips. At some point Butters writes him the equivalent of a shopping list cause he was tired and too sore to borrow that day and Kenny (even if he was confused that he was being bossed around by whatever entity kept giving him free money) actually complied. At that point Butters figured the human was safe so he introduced himself. Kenny was very surprised he was a tiny person and not like a ghost, demon, or gnome like he’d assumed, but they hit it off instantly. They’ve been besties ever since.

(sorry this is longer than i thought it would be whoops)

OH MY GOD. IS ABOUT TO RANT, HELLO?

this is actually so incredible, your art is literally insane and the anatomy is really really good! i love butter’s design, the skirt is so adorable! the fact that you came up with an entire storyline and it totally makes sense, it’s actually so cute i love it, because that totally would happen even tho that’s kinda sad omfg it’s so cute. and THE CREEK? ITS SO ADROABLE. i’m GONNA physiclaly sob in a positive way, i love the designs and the way you shade it’s crazy omfg AND stripe….

tldr this is very cute and i love it

#g/t #giant/tiny #south park #south park g/t #g/t art #gt

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Hi BBP, thank you for your level-headed take on the hate. That said, could you help a bit more on how to dealing with the overwhelming hate? My timeline was fairly clean, but I was on reddit where there was a very one-sided vitriol towards Jimin and about his singing. So I tried to report on different platforms and my exposure to these vile accusations and sexually charged hate speech made me really sad. Idk how you've been able to report and deplatform some of the most awful bunch in the past. How do you not get emotionally drained? I feel so indignant for Jimin and I can't help but feeling hurt, which I know is not a good approach. I wanted to enjoy this comeback wholeheartedly, but I now feel a heavy weight in my heart. I also know that Jimin is a perfectionist and very hard on himself, I hope that he isn't beating himself up too much. He is a phenomenal artist, and I hope the recency bias doesn't get to him too much. If this is what (probably nowhere near the magnitude given the severity and size of army fandom at the time) army+bts went through in 2016-2018, then I can't commend the perseverance and strength of them enough. It's really incredible, and makes me feel better and want to do better. It's equal sign & letter time, I guess. Regardless, your advice would be much appreciated.

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Ask 2: Lool Jimin is an embarrassment >..< Armys act high and mighty pretending you don't see that sorry excuse for an idol getting dragged all over Twitter lmfao lmfao >..< I wonder what you're going to say now BPP how will you spin it >..< Or are you going to defend his encore bleating?? Jimboy is my bias in BTS >..< you know why BPP? Bcos he can't lie Your boys tried pretending they're singers oh they tried hardddd but Jimin didn't get the memo!! I thought it will be Namjoon to fuck up first in solos given how sex obsessed he is but he pulled through lucky you BPP. Not lucky j-hope flopped >..< but Armys pretended he didn't. Jimin is where all the pretense dies. In solo era your dozens can't hide BPP and no amount of mass buying will change it. Thanks to Jimin the whole world knows BTS is a fraud >..< One day the whole tower of cards will come falling down. Your sick cult fandom will be exposed and your emperor will have no clothes. You know it no wonder you're miserable harassing bloggers here. Do you think people don't notice? How you steal from people here? Your favs are just like you.

Stop harassing bloggers here. You're not satisfied to run them off the app? Go back to the gutter you crawled out of and take your disgusting privileged dozens with you. Nobody will notice and there will be peace.

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Ask 3: Ngl Bpp, but the success Face is getting in countries like Japan and UK really surprises me. I mean I was expecting him to do numbers but I didn’t expect it to do this well? Specially after all the stuff that’s been happening left and right. I know he’s Jimin and the maknaes in general are expected to do really well because they’re super popular and have tons of solos on top of that too but still. I’m not knocking on Face at all because it’s definitely my top 2 debuts but I guess you’re right that Jimin did unleash something that he hides away deliberately…

I’m expecting even more for Jungkook too especially if he goes more poppy. For Tae I think it will do just as well as Jimins, less maybe if he goes the jazzy, slow type that he’s done but I think he’ll do better in Korea if that’s the case. I’m really curious what those two are planning because they’ve been working on their solos for years now and have scrapped a ton of songs already. I wonder if they’ll flip the expectations too like Jimin did.

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Hi Anon(s),

Anon in ask 1, the second ask in this post is here for your benefit. Normally when I get asks like that, I delete them. I don't get the really creepy ones anymore because escalating the issue to Tumblr each time got the creepy users permanently banned from the platform. The asks I end up keeping now are the ones that occasionally make me chuckle, like Ask 2. I just thought (and still think) it was so odd but quaint to say "Jimboy". Lol. As though Jimin's name is Jimmy... and like it's 2023, who actually says "Jimboy"? Also, "the emperor will have no clothes"?? I know what that means but it was so random I actually laughed reading it. It's also the most recent hate ask so I didn't have to scroll that far to get it lol.

What did you feel reading that ask? Annoyance? Anger? Confusion? Amusement? Bewilderment? Hate? Now, has anything changed in the last few minutes, in the real world, since the time you read that opinion and now? Actually, who even is this person saying it? They can't be anybody worth listening to if what they're saying isn't based in fact to begin with, can they? Until now I've never actually sat down to think this out, but that's basically the chain of questions that shoots down my mind in a split second when I see things like Ask 2. In fact my only takeaway from that ask is it's a shame its author is a bit insane, because I actually like their sense of humor. I mean, "Jimboy"? Really?

My point in saying this is, your personality will always impact how you approach hate, and this is something I didn't fully appreciate until recently. My personality is such that exposure therapy really does work on me - I've been into this for so long that few things are genuinely surprising (which is one reason I appreciate BTS/HYBE because that SM fiasco? Lol! Was left-field grade A entertainment. 10 years on and they still impact this system like new blood). Anyway, a lot of the talking points and insults get old. Like I know that in 2026 we'll be answering these exact same questions when a new wave of fans join the fandom, because this has happened every 2 - 3 years since 2013. When I first started actively writing on this blog, it was around the time Jimin was in a controversy related to missed insurance payments I think. There was a lot of hate and at first I'd respond to asks by pointing out how this will hardly impact Jimin in the real world, how Jimin hardly comes online anyway, how the people who write things like that are weird and miserable, how they're essentially binary code... I didn't appreciate that some people need more to understand what's happening because the scale and pervasiveness of hate in k-pop, whether in shippers, solos, ARMYs, or k-pop stans, is frankly senseless. So, I'll say a few more things if you don't mind.

Specifically on how to deal will hate towards Jimin or idols you like:

This might be weird to say, but one thing I consider very important is to remember what you are. You're a fan. That's it. Your scope of effective change is mostly beneficial when compounded with other fans' efforts. And even then, Jimin is his own person, a person strong enough to thrive in an environment as caustic as this, surrounded by people he loves and people who love him. So I get it when you say things like, "I feel so indignant for Jimin and I can't help but feeling hurt," but at the same time, it will be easier to detach and gain perspective when you remember what you are in this situation, a fan. And so is that person hating him. It's okay to just step back, log off, and go do something else if you're not in the mood to respond to them clearly, or to just report and block (recommended). Jimin is more than fine. Obviously. He already hears how much of a respected artist he is from his bandmates, their staff, talkshow hosts, interviewers, and designers, and what I suspect he'd like to see more is the response from his fans. So if you like what you're hearing, express that however you like. Just doing that is powerful and amazing. And going by that meme dance (the one JK too did), that Jimin posted on Instagram, maybe Jimin will notice how you express your love for his work. I'm writing all this to show it's not merely cliché to say focus on the music, it really just makes sense.

Anon in ask 3, thanks for providing a good segue into showing one of the best ways to deal with criticism IMO: actually listen to the music and support the artist. You were mad, amused, or both, reading Ask 2 weren't you? It didn't seem rational to you at all, did it? Responding to posts like that Anon's will take time away from you enjoying or assessing what Jimin has released, so it only makes sense to just focus on Jimin and support him harder. That's what ARMYs and his other fans did for him the last two weeks, and that's what they'll do again for Yoongi's D-Day release.

[ Your surprise at Jimin doing so well though lol... Jimin released the album of the year, ended k-pop, and owned every live performance, and you're surprised the fandom rallied for him and the world loved his work? Come now. ]

Speaking of D-Day's release and ARMY support, Taehyung and Jung Kook's debut will be so chaotic for the fandom oh lawd. I almost don't want to be here for it, but I also don't want to miss it because theirs could be the biggest debuts in the group and I honestly like Taekook's music so far. Both Tae and JK have made pop tunes so I assume they'll have a mix of pop, R&B, jazz, and/or hip hop in their albums. Let's pray Jungkook was thoroughly inspired by Jimin in Set Me Free Pt 2 and we get nasty rapper JK in JJK1, or a feature with one. We know Jungkook will be dancing hard in at least one MV too...

Besides that I have no expectations for Tae and JK. They'll both do very well.

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Anon in ask 1, hate is something you'll only see more of unfortunately the longer you spend time in k-pop circles online, especially if BTS remains at the top of the hierarchy for a lot longer. I think whatever impact that will have on BTS will be insignificant so long as each member keeps making art. I could be wrong but that's also an outcome outside of our control, so why fret about it. Also, I personally enjoy a good debate and don't mind seeing critiques often because sometimes you learn something new, so I'd encourage you to remain in the spaces you're in, but it's also okay to curate your feed or block spaces that are clearly toxic to you. It takes a few tweaks but it's possible to curate a fan space online that's fun and helpful/informative to you as a fan. My $0.02: if that's what you want though, don't open a Tumblr account and turn on the Anon feature. Lol. A lot of people are just weird.

#fandom behaviour #bts #bts fandom #army fandom #kpop fandom

[bloogers-boogers]

what are ur thoughts on cartmark :D? (sincerely, rarepair girlie who fell in love with them after reading 2 of the 9 fics about them)

I had wrote the whole thing and it fucking erased I never felt this upset 😭😭😭

Okay im gonna try writing the whole thing again my god ! 💔 I was already in my feels with what I had written and poof gone to the gutter 💀

Cartmark is great! They we’re a rare pair of mine too alongside gary x cartman (i’m still trying to figure out why I shipped those two)

*I can’t believe it I’m literally crying rn wtf pls feel my pain rn fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck😭*

I can see the ship with the mixture of Kyman in it (just cause im a hoe for the ship and somehow have to get those two involved in some way jsjsjs).

I see those two pairing up against/ destroying a relationship; that relationship being Kyle’s and Rebecca.

Cartman wanted to get Kyle to break up with Rebecca while Mark joined in cause he didn’t see Kyle as the man he wanted his sister to be with.

So they plotted together, and as such they got closer. Cartman was feeling all these new things about Mark as time went on; he began wondering why his heart pounded rapidly when they began to share things unrelated to whatever they we’re plotting, every time he leaned next to him Cartman could smell the laundry detergent he’d use for his clothes.

And with Mark, I always seen him as the type of guy who’d think he’s straight as a ruler and before he knows it he’s there noticing the most smallest changes Cartman did to his appearance.

“… You cut your hair slightly from the side huh?”

And Cartman yelps in surprise, “Huh?” Cause he would never imagine someone could be capable of noticing something so small.

After more time they’ve realized they haven’t done much when if came to breaking up the pair, just having gotten to know each other better joking around, sharing certain hobbies, qualities and stuff like that. So they laugh it off awkwardly once they pointed it out.

Now actually making a plan and having it done, following it was the next step. However Rebecca barged in Mark’s room crying madly saying how Kyle had broken up with her and began cursing him out like a bitter ex already while Cartman was still in the room listening.

You’d think he’d be happy as he had got what he wanted without doing absolutely anything. However, he felt the opposite; upset cause that meant there was no reason to hang out with Mark anymore.

They both went silent, knowing this was finally the “end” as they walked outside because it was getting late and Cartman needed to get back home.

Mark stopped him grabbing his hand gently, Cartman flinched in surprised by the gesture, stunned by Mark’s brown big beautiful eyes aswell. His cheeks bloom a tint of red and that’s where Mark realized how stunning Eric looked under the dark starry sky. He was left in almost in awe before snapping back to reality.

He straightened his posture and cleared his throat, “this was quite a splendid machination we got done.”

Eric smiled somewhat relieved and cocky, shaking his head in disbelief, “stop your blabbing smart guy.” He let go, and Mark was already missing the warmth of Eric’s hand.

This is were things began turning interesting!

After a long night, Cartman did his usual and went to the bus stop the next morning and waited for the rest of his friends to arrive.

Surprisingly he had got there first, and 35 minutes in he was starting to wonder why any of his friends hadn’t arrived yet that’s when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

“There’s no school today, fatass, I’m surprised to see you here.”

Cartman turned around and looked at Kyle, breathing heavily as he was taken by surprise, not that he was scared of course!

“Though I’m not surprised either,” Kyle crossed his arms looking at him with boredom.

Cartman arched a brow confused, gripping on to his backpack, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

Kyle shrugged before letting his shoulders loose, and his arms to the side, “I don’t know, you been spending a lot of time with Cotswolds lately you probably missed our message saying there was no school today.”

Cartman stared at Kyle silently, “is that’s why you’re here..?”

Kyle frowned before kicking some snow, “no, I’m just here cause I was passing by, im gonna go see Ike in like two hours he has a baseball game today so- I figured I’ll just get something from the store and… shit-” he grunted by the nonsense he was spitting, rubbing his face with frustration, “that’s none of your business fatass!”

Cartman frowned, “I didn’t tell you to blabber all your life to me, jew!” Then his eyes widen when he realized what Kyle said, “wait… how did you know I was hanging out with Mark?”

Kyle cheeks reddened, he scoffed, “it’s not like you we’re being secretive about it.”

Cartman’s cheeks redden with embarrassment as if was exposed and caught in some naughty act. Cartman immediately changed the subject and pinned the attention on Kyle, “heard you broke up with Rebecca.”

Kyle was about to speak, Cartman notice he was, but Kyle close his mouth tightly shut before storming off.

Cartman was left a little confused but headed home.

Mark on the other sides was gutted, he laid in his room floor thinking endlessly of Eric and the new found feelings he was experiencing. And somehow grief knowing it was all onesided as he knew Eric was in love with the ginger boy across his street.

He cursed internally cause he now found another reason to dislike that boy, but couldn’t even pin entirely the blame either.

He sighed wanting desperately to be open about his feelings but he couldn’t even do that cause his father would never approve of it.

So in school he conformed himself with watching Eric from the sidelines oblivious to Cartman’s side glances.

Cartman was feeling sick to his stomach every time he felt Mark’s gaze on him, the boy thought he was being slick with it but Eric notice right away when he first started staring at him, and even that was cute and dorky.

And in a blink of an eye he was found kissing Kyle in the janitor’s closet however the burning feelings he had for him weren’t as passionate as they we’re before and he didn’t know why it felt different. It wasn’t as he imagined it being, he thought he’d be the most happiest boy alive having his long time crush making out with, initiating it too! He should be rabid of excitement!

But he’s not… and his mind wondered to Mark, and the time they spent together doing absolutely nothing but fooling around and sharing shit they thought funny.

He sighed pushing Kyle away slightly, the redhead stared at him; his eyes saddened in realization, “you like him don’t you..”

:33333 and that’s all I got for now bby🫵

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