#they're very much in love

[mr-vanhellis]

Craving something sweeter than candy

#ranpoe #bsd ranpo #bsd ranpoe #ranpo edogawa #bsd poe #bsd #my art #bungo stray dogs #bros being bros #but theyre not #They're very much in love #plz dont disturb

[b-u-g-g-y]

Just a little sumthin sumthin (as my dad would say) that I found sitting around in a google doc from nearly a year ago.

Sirius doesn’t know why now is the time that he’s chosen to do this, but somehow, it seems right. They’re sitting on the small window sill in their dorm, window open enough to let the smoke from their shared cigarette escape. It’s much too small a space for two almost full grown boys, but they make it work. Their legs tangle between them, bent knees brushing and ankles intertwined.

Sirius watches as Remus exhales, smoke pouring from his parted lips. He’s looking out the window, face lax and eyelids heavy. Sirius thinks he can see reflections of the stars in his eyes. 

“Moony,” he starts quietly, because it’s now or never. 

Remus turns to face him when he doesn’t continue, features pulled together in concern. “Everything okay?”

Sirius fiddles with the cuffs of his sleeves. He feels the sudden urge to book it out of the dorm, he can almost feel the motion in his legs. Right out the door, down the stairs and away. Away from what he wants to say, no, needs to say. Away from Remus. It would be so much easier.

But, no, he can’t do that. He’s not a fucking coward. So he continues, voice barely even loud enough to reach his own ears.

“I need to tell you something.”

The cigarette lays forgotten between Remus’ fingers now, slowly burning away. Sirius watches as the smoke travels out the window, avoiding facing the other boy.

“What’s wrong?” Remus asks and bumps his knee against Sirius’. “You’re kind of worrying me here, Sirius.”

“Sorry.”

The words are stuck in his throat. A tangle of letters spreading down and into his chest, taking hold of his lungs and threatening to choke him. 

“Sirius?”

He takes as deep of a breath as his body will let him, and finally says, “I like you.”

Remus freezes for a second, before chuckling breathlessly. “Well, I’d hope so, Padfoot. Considering we’ve been friends for the better part of six years.” He finally returns his attention to the cigarette, but his hands shake slightly as he brings it to his lips.

“No, Remus. Not like that,” Sirius says frustratingly. He has the fabric of his sleeves wound tightly around his thumbs now. He’s surely going to rip them. “I mean that I have feelings for you. Like, um, romantic feelings.” His voice quiets as he speaks, ending in no more than an embarrassed whisper. 

Remus is staring at him. Mouth open and eyes wide and– fuck, he shouldn't have said anything. 

“Sorry,” he mutters as he gets up with shaky legs, ignoring the heat behind his eyes. “Sorry…just– forget I said anything.”

“Wait,” Remus chokes out, grabbing his wrist before he can leave. He quickly stubs out the cigarette in their little ash tray and takes Sirius’ other wrist in his now free hand. “Are you being serious?”

Sirius laughs, a little deliriously, as he answers with a soft, “Yes. Of course.”

Something softens in Remus’ gaze before he’s suddenly pulling Sirius forward– to him. 

They’re mere inches apart now, and Sirius is sure he can see the stars in his golden eyes. 

“Sirius,” he says softly. He places one hand on his cheek, the other still wrapped around his wrist. “Kiss me? Please?”

The lump in his throat dissipates, the nerves alight throughout his body settle, and his heart begins to race– not in nervousness, but in anticipation. 

“Yeah?” he asks.

“Yes.”

They lean in simultaneously, quickly crashing together. Remus’s lips are chapped against his own, and he can faintly taste the bitter smoke on his tongue, but Merlin, it’s perfect.

“You know,” Remus whispers against his mouth once they break for air, breath hot against Sirius’ face. He’s smiling, and Sirius can’t help but join him. “I have feelings for you too.”

#wolfstar #remus x sirius #found this while digging around the depths of my google drive #wolfstar drabble #remus lupin #sirius black #they're very much in love #short and sappy #wolfstar fic

[vendynee]

Anyway I promised @gaylien-space-nerd that I would post my first inquisitor Niles, so here he is :)

#he has a special place in my heart #also he's alaris' husband #they're very much in love #niles lavellan #inquisitor oc #lavellan oc #inquisitor lavellan #dragon age inquisition

[merlin-wolfgang-trades-hale]

McDanno. Word could 1351 It was supposed to be pinning but not sure I know how to do that properly yet. They’re still idiots in love who just get so miserable when apart.  The “Not Nut Challenge” but make it McDanno 

“I can’t believe you made us late. Again!” Danny grumbled as he adjusted his hair while looking at the GPS. For once he wasn’t going to complain about Steve’s method of driving if it could get them there faster than the GPS said it would take. 

“Me? I was the one who made us late?” 

“You’re the one who couldn’t keep it in his pants or seems to know the meaning of a quickie!”

“It takes two to fuck and I heard a lot from you, Daniel but I didn’t ever hear you say stop.”

“You were the one that sprung the ‘oh we have a meeting in fifteen’ in the middle of it! You could have waited until our lunch break. Or after the work day is done!” 

“Again…never heard you complaining while I was-”

“You know, there are certain points I don’t like to agree with Eric, but I think he’s right about one random aspect. You’d never survive No Nut November.”

“No Nut…what? What the fuck is that?”  

“Stupid internet challenges that have become popular. Either taken seriously or become part of a joke. There’s also No Shave November. It’s exactly what it sounds like. No Nut November. A month of abstinence. No sex. No masturbating either. A whole dry month.” 

Steve knew he’d come to regret the words out of his mouth sooner rather than later. But when presented with a challenge…especially with the topic of their argument, he couldn’t help it.

“If anyone would have an issue with that challenge, it’s you. I’d be fine.” 

Danny gave him a disbelieving look, and then spoke it out loud, “No you wouldn’t.” 

“You think I couldn’t? I’ve had to be stationed out for weeks doing missions. Plus, I’m disciplined.”

“I find it very hard to believe that you and your boys didn’t have some sort of sock on the door agreement. But if you want to go, fine. We’ll do our own version of No Nut November. 30 dry days.”

“You’ll break too easily, Danny.” Steve said rather cockily. 

“I’ve taken care of a newborn and was undateably bitter after my divorce. Trust me, I know how to get through this.” 

~~~~~~~~

Work took over and for a while they forgot their bickering and bet. It wasn’t until lunch hour where everyone else was already at Kame’s and they were left alone in the office finishing up some reports. Steve began to make his way to Danny’s office and suggest another not-so-quick quickie, when he suddenly remembered. 

Feeling someone’s stare on him, Danny looked up and saw Steve frowning at him. He remembered then, their bet and smirked in satisfaction. Getting up and meeting Steve in between their offices he asked, “Ready to go get some grub? Or did you have something else in mind you’re craving?” 

Steve narrowed his eyes as he stepped closer to Danny, pulled him close, and took his time fishing the keys out of Danny’s pockets. “I know how to control my cravings, Danno.” 

The tension that surrounded the team during their lunch hour was nearly suffocating. 

~~~~~~~~~

The next week became insufferable in ways no one could properly describe. Steve found every chance remotely hinting at the chance to strip in public to do so. Danny’s clothes seemed to have gone down half a size in the wash or were tailored to be like a second skin. Leaving nothing to the imagination. 

Steve’s been reprimanded by his aggression with dealing with perps, and Danny, because he did so more verbally, was on thin ice. 

Steve’s free hours were now used for runs or swims. They helped him clear his mind and make Steve Jr. go down. Plus it gave him the excuse to be found by Danny coming out of the sea with his trunks being pulled down by water and gravity. A few of those times he thinks he’s nearly won, but Danny was as stubborn as him. 

It didn’t take long before Steve found a punching bag out in the lanai. Watching Danny take out his aggression and frustration with technique while only in shorts awoke something new in Steve…that made him all but run into the ocean to cool down. 

~~~~~~~~~

“Steve?” Danny called out after placing his keys on the hook. 

“In here!” 

Danny ventured into the dining room and stopped in the threshold to take in the scene before him. 

The table was set rather elegantly for two. Steve was dressed in a suit and lighting some candles, while a bottle of wine rested in an ice bucket on the table. 

“What’s all this?” 

Steve blew out the match he was using to light the candles before walking around the table and reached for Danny’s hands. Lifting them up to his lips, he kissed them and said, “A romantic dinner.” Danny was about to say something, but Steve cut him off with pressing his lips to Danny’s. “It’s not a ploy or a scheme…” 

Steve grabs what Danny thought was a napkin, but it was actually…a flag?

“Is that…?” 

“Me calling for a truce? Me surrendering? Whatever you want to call it. I’m not gonna deny that I miss having sex with you, because I do. It’s one of the ways I feel closest to you. But it’s not the only way. In tempting each other and trying to refuse each other’s temptations we’ve…we’ve been apart. And I hate it. I miss you…” 

Danny wraps his arms around Steve’s neck, Steve pulls him closer, and they kiss. 

“I miss you too,” Danny admitted. Because Steve was right. These have been some of the hardest weeks. At first it was because he’s become so used to having someone to share every aspect of his life. Someone to unwind with, in whatever way was needed or desired. Some days, they had the words and they could talk for hours. Some days, they just enjoyed silence together. In between or other days, their way of communicating was with touching and making love. “So…what’s for dinner?” 

“Steak,” Steve replied with a knowing smirk. 

“Steak and wine. The McGarrett special that gets you laid, hm?”

“I didn’t deny that I also miss having sex with you, Danny.”

“There any dessert?” Danny asked, knowing smirk of his own. 

“Aereosol can of whip cream.”

“Pretty on the nose, don’t you think?” 

“I’ve been told I’m not very subtle when it comes to you.” 

Danny looks down at himself, “I feel under-dressed.” 

“If the date goes well, you will be. Now, come on. Sit. I’ll plate up and then…tell me about your day.” 

While Steve went to prepare the plates, Danny opened the bottle of wine and poured them each a glass. At first, Danny thought it was all for show but as they settled, he and Steve began to delve into their own misery at having to resist the other. They ended up laughing in between bites at how silly they each got. Compliments mixed with non serious complaints about what they put the other through. With promises to recreate some of those temptations now that they were free to act on them. 

They shifted from sitting across each other, to scooting the chair close to one another until the food was forgotten and Steve had pulled Danny onto his lap as their stolen kisses became a hot and needy make-out session. 

Instinct and passion driven, moans and grunts were heard between the sounds of zippers being lowered. Gasps and a ‘fuck’ were given once they each reached for the other’s straining cocks. They pulled away to stare into each other’s faces, wanting to see the pleasure they’ve missed for long. The desire to kiss didn’t -couldn’t- go away as they stole kisses in between wanting to see the pleasure they could cause while working their lover’s dick. 

Too long it’s been for either of them, that they didn’t last too long, before making a mess between them. Tension left them as a peace washed over and they got into another make-out session. This one slower, just as loving but not as frantic. 

“Dessert?” 

“I’ve denied myself this craving too long.”

#McDanno #please excuse any errors and typos #lemon #lemony #spicy #Hawaii 5-0 #fanfic #they're very much in love #they're also idiots but they're idiots in love #and...I hope you guys like it <3

[ladyminaofcamelot]

A stuffy courtier: What's a highborn lady-in-waiting to the queen herself doing with a rude, scruffy old backwards man like him?

Connoire, smiling at Kai through gritted teeth: He's really quite gracious and cultured when you get to know him.

#squire's tales #Kai #Connoire #They're very much in love #really #Kai is sometimes just... #like that

[eyes-of-nine]

pls assume i'm thinking about this moment 24/7 all week every week

#ahsjgdh i love the young xianle quartet sm they're almost barely not traumatized...kinda #they're very silly especially in retrospect #aaa i do also really want to draw young xie lian and mu qing but the idea of rendering that much gold detailing sounds like hell ywy #i'll do it but christ alive #my art #fanart #tgcf #tgcf fanart #tgcf spoilers #technically #also i haven't read past book 3 for now ywy #tian guan ci fu #heaven official's blessing #feng xin #hua cheng #...he gets one tag bc i'm not keeping track of all the aliases #every time i draw hc his hair gets worse and worse #my man has not seen a hairbrush in the past 800 or so years of his existence

[birbs-in-space]

curious about what's in store for you for 2024? :D

Let AO3 decide!

(Updated from 2023: Up-to-date tag bank, opt-in tag categories, optional dark mode! As always: proceed with informed consent.)

#new post #clearing out my original tags since they're not 100% accurate but as always this has been a labor of love and also (new!) collaboration #do you know how hard it is to go thru 13k tags and categorize them? so thank you to my dear friend for proofing these #this update has been in the works since june or july (though i worked on it very intermittently) #and i am SO happy to be done with it for the time being #because i very much have other responsibilities LMAO

[chaos-bringer-13]

I've seen a lot of people writing Danny as a space ancient and Dan and Dani as ghosts with moon and sun cores, being sort of parts, versions of Danny and therefore weaker. Now, consider: Dan and Dani are both powerful ghosts with really cool cores and stuff but Danny is just some guy™

Dan, who came from an alternate timeline and is kind of from the future but also not, is Clockwork's apprentice and will eventually become an ancient of time. He probably only agreed to have some lessons with Clockwork to understand better what happened to him, but he enjoys his apprenticeship now.

Dani, with her love of travelling, loves seeing all the different places the world offers to her, and that includes space and different planets and maybe even parallel universes, and she accidentally ends up being an apprentice of the space ancient. For now she's probably a baby ancient of freedom or something like that, but she might become an ancient of space in the future.

We can also have something like Dan having a core of destruction or Dani being the Speed Force if you want it to be dcxdp, or any headcanon of yours about their cool powers.

And then there's Danny. And yeah, everyone knows that he's super powerful, but also he's just some guy.

It can go different routes. Does everyone know that Danny is just Danny? Or do they think that with siblings (well, technically a clone and an alternate version, but whatever) so powerful, he must be even stronger? Is Danny actually something terrifyingly eldritch and ancient and strong, almost a god, but he just doesn't know himself? Or is he just really some guy?

Now, because it's obvious that I have a dcxdp brainrot, have a regular "JL summons/meets a powerful ghost" but its Dan and Dani, and they keep mentioning their original/brother who won a fight against them at some point. The JL is very concerned about Dan and Dani's godlike powers, and they can't imagine what Danny is like. And then they meet him (in his human form), and it's just a young adult in casual clothes, very friendly and helpful, with no evident powers. Imagine the confusion. Imagine Dan and Dani, radiating power, in their eldritch ghost forms, admitting that fighting Danny for real is the dumbest thing to do and not even they would succeed... And then there's Danny is jeans and silly t-shirt, waving shyly.

#DO YOU SEE MY VISION #please #I'm not getting enough sleep #my brain is obsessed with weird stuff #I want Sam who barely looks human because she's one with nature #I want Tucker who looks regal and dangerous in his pharaoh clothes #I want Dan look like he can destruct the Earth with a wave of his hand #I want Dani who is everything there is in the world and you feel it in your bones #I want Jazz who sees your soul and your mind and you know it and there's nowhere to run #I want JL to meet all of them before meeting Danny #I want all of them to admit in their different ways that Danny is the greatest of them #I want JL to be VERY worried about meeting Danny #and then I want Danny to be as normal and friendly as possible #and I want him to treat all those eldritch creatures (his family and friends) as they're regular humans and nothing is weird about them #just hugs and love and praises #because it would cause so much confusion #this is NOT ghost king Danny #unless it is but he doesn't know (and either no one knows or no one told him because it's funnier this way and he's super oblivious) #dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #DPxDC #DCxDP #danny phantom #isn't a crossover if you don't want it to be #could be any crossover if you do want it to be

[nonasbirthday]

i still can't believe there are folks who say "well GTN is annoying but you just have to get through it and then the other books aren't like that so you'll be fine."

personally i have been chasing the high of GTN ever since i first closed the book

#yes i love HTN but to me it was a slog! honestly pacing is not strong in any of these books #they're chock-full of reread value but unless you are looking deeper like that tbh not much happens plot-wise in each book #and HTN is the worst culprit because you get basically harrow just being miserable on the mithraeum for four acts #interspersed with chapters that are a different version of something you already read #the way i love each book is very different but GTN was FUN #you know?? #i miss it #(i miss her. gideon my dumb baby come back to me) #the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #nonasbirthday

[zivazivc]

“Floyd, could you sing to me?”

The big brother looked up from where he was tucking the blanket under Branch’s feet. “Sure thing,” he said with a light smile.  “What would you like to hear? A lullaby?”

“I don’t know,” Branch mumbled as he nestled his head into the pillow. “You choose.”

Floyd could still see a crease of worry between his baby brother’s brows. He softly brushed a thumb over it in a silent reassurance that everything was going to be okay before he turned around to reach for their dad’s old guitar.

I think Floyd would often sing to Branch to get him to fall asleep, usually the songs and lullabies their parents sang when the older four were still little.

I know in the movie it seemed like they all left right after their fight, but I like to imagine that they just stormed off to cool off and that they actually left in the following days. And that this was the last song Floyd sang for Branch that night. :')

Both Sides Now (specifically this cover by Voncken) Rows and flows of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds that way But now they only block the sun They snow and rain on everyone So many things I would've done But clouds got in the way I've looked at clouds from both sides now From up and down, and still somehow It's clouds’ illusions, I recall I really don't know clouds at all Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels The dizzy dancin' way you feel When every fairy tale comes real I've looked at love that way But now it's just another show You leave 'em laughin' as you go And if you care, don't let them know Don't give yourself away I've looked at love from both sides now From give and take, and still somehow It's love's illusions, I recall I really don't know love at all Tears and fears and feeling proud To say "I love you" right out loud Dreams and schemes and circus crowds I've looked at life that way But now my friends, they’re acting strange They shake their heads, and say I've changed Well, something's lost, but something's gained In living life each day I've looked at life from both sides now From up and down And give and take And win and lose, and still somehow It's life's illusions, I recall I really don't know life... I really don't know life at all

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #i think their mom used to sing this one to them #john dory standing behind the door listening in like 🙄. . .🧍‍♂️(😢😭) . . . pff whatever... 😒🚶‍♂️ #trolls floyd #trolls branch #baby branch #trolls band together #trolls fanart #dw trolls #my art #illustration #i love drawing trolls because i can play so much with textures #like they're fuzzy creatures and i love it #that light bug thing is there bc i needed a light source and i didn't want to draw a lamp #both sides now #i am very soft and emotional about this song don't ask why #joni mitchell #floyd feels like such an old soul #you know he sings john lennon songs #trolls spoilers #i have so many more thoughts about that fight/post fight but i will shut up for now

[somethingcorenotsure]

I think it's so adorable that early humans took wild gourds - a tiny fruit that hollows out as it dries, making it float - and decided to make something out of it

they thought the tiny fruit was so good that they bred it for thousands of years, making it larger to form into bowls and cups, and different shapes to become bottles and spoons

and musical instruments

And then, people took the hollow gourds they farmed, and they turned them into houses for birds. We adapted them into the perfect houses for birds, and now there are specific breeds of birdhouse gourd just for making into birdhouses

And humans dedicated gardening space and time and thousands of years of breeding to make the gourds so absolutely perfect for birds, that there is a species of bird that lives almost exclusively in them

#yes I KNOW i posted about this the other day but *crying* i just love plant domestication and the history of agriculture #and humanity's positive affect on the ecosystems we live in #mine #image IDs in alt text #hmm. I'm gonna tag this #permaculture #just to pspsps @ that community to look at how cool gourds are please everyone grow birdhouse gourds and give cavity nesters places to live #i don't think mine will become fully ripe before i get my first frost :( next year i need to start gourds indoors #i didn't want to grow them before because i didn't have much garden space but now i do and i need to grow all of them #i might be. a little obsessed with gourds. but also i saw a pair of purple martins flying by the road last year #and i had never seen one before then! and i need to see more of them #i have a few hundred barn swallows but i need more birds flying around my house. more!! #and also i have a ton of invasive cavity nesting species around here. house sparrows and starlings. #gotta make up for those things competing with native birds for nest dites #*sites #the invasive birds very often win :/ #that's why they're invasive #i really do need to start trapping them....

[bizarrelittlemew]

calling it right now that season 3 starts like this

#so confused about people saying the season finale feels like the end because to me it didn't at all #there's like 5-10 issues immediately set up for another season #they're in a happy place at this point because they've both realized their love is bigger than anything else #and makes it worth working on their problems together #the problems are still very much there #both of them have deep self esteem/self loathing issues that haven't been resolved in the week since ed woke up #ed doesn't know about stede's trauma #they haven't talked through anything #and they'll be shit at starting/running an inn lmao it's not gonna go well #and those are just some of the internal issues #then there's prince ricky and all the authorities that would very much like to get their hands on both blackbeard and stede bonnet #because stede just full-on kept using his government name after faking his death. nice one #the crew are not “gone” they're more like off to college for a bit but will probably run into trouble immediately #again because while they escaped to the ship they didn't eliminate the threat (the british empire) #it's not a forever goodbye #ok this got super long already anyway i have a whole fic marinading in my brain until i've finished these 4 wips i'm in the middle of ✌️ #hope we get a renewal soon because i want to see the rest of their story!! #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd s2 #ofmd #our flag means death

[thesummerestsolstice]

Silmarillion concept that has me gnawing on the bars of my enclosure today: all of Elrond's parents are terrifying eldritch beings actually.

Maedhros, with white fire pouring from his eyes, taken from the jaws of death anything but unchanged. Some whisper that he's not elvish anymore, not since his captivity. They can never quite agree on what that makes him, exactly.

Maglor, with a voice no elf ever should've had, beautiful and terrible and powerful enough to shake the mountains. Sailors along Middle-Earth's west coast whisper of a sea wraith, some horrible siren that roams the beaches on the darkest nights.

Earendil, a man made an elf, a star, a maia if some are to be believed. Slayer of dragons, guardian of the void. Someone who's spent so along around the Silmaril and the Ainur that some of that power lives within him now.

Elwing, a skin-changer with a voice and a laugh that sound like they were taken from a bird's throat. A witch who lives in a lighthouse, where the animals flock and the plants grow strangely. None of the Amanyar would admit to being scared of her, but few will venture in sight of her odd little realm.

And then there's Elrond, ring-bearer, Lord of Rivendell, kind as a summer.

Well, let's just say it probably helps that no one is expecting him to be normal. Or elvish. Or entirely comprehensible.

#silmarillion #silm headcanons #elrond #elrond peredhel #maedhros #maglor #earendil #elwing #eldritch peredhel #eldritch elves #kidnap dads #kidnap fam #Elrond and his weird parents #they love him very much they're just also terrifying

[ghosting-fox]

a moment of silence for our Sunman, a plushie gets more game than he does 😔

Bonus:

#jesus christ this was an ass to edit #i know some panels look shitty i tried my best :"((( #anyways haha wouldn't it be nice if we'd have official merchandise of the daycare attendant that doesn't leave you in debt?? haha #at least i got some knock off sun n moon plushies #and yes i DO sleep with them bc they're very comfortable thank you very much #so more or less self indulgent comic bc i really love plushies #fnaf security breach #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf superstar daycare #fnaf sun #sundrop #sun x y/n #sundrop x y/n #doodles #Ghost doodles

[novelconcepts]

One of the most fundamentally interesting things to me about YJ and writing fic, specifically, is how the blame changes hands depending on the story. On whose perspective you're writing from. On whose story it is at a given moment. The very thing I dislike about viewers missing the point becomes so fascinating to me from within the narrative. Who are these characters when seen through the eyes of their peers?

Who does Jackie become? If you're Shauna, she's the love of your life, and your greatest rival, and the other half of your soul, and the person you blame for your dead dreams. If you're Van, she's the respected captain who earns none of your respect in the woods, the one who left you to die without blinking, the easiest target for teenage malice. If you're Natalie, she's competition for affection, the blabbermouth who can't leave well enough alone, the hands putting themselves to no good use. If you're Jackie? You're just a girl. You're so tired. You're so scared. You're losing face a little more every day, and you're made of despair, and you can't even trust your best friend. It's not your fault. It's not your fault. It's not your fault.

Who does Lottie become? If you're Natalie, she's your direct foil, the splinter under the edge of your thumbnail, the smart mouth to match your own, the confusing amalgamation of normal friend and mad ritual. If you're Misty, she's the first shred of obvious power in months, a leader who might need to be nudged back into line, a fascinating exercise in hitching your wagon to the right star early on. If you're Taissa, she's flat-nuts and endlessly frustrating, she's got your girlfriend's full attention, she's incredibly dangerous. If you're Lottie? You're just a girl. You're so tired. You're so scared. You've built a pedestal you can't keep your balance on, and you're not sure if you're right or going crazy, and you didn't want this. It's not your fault. It's not your fault. It's not your fault.

From outside the narrative, there is no bad guy. There is no blame. It is no one's fault. It is Man v. Nature, they are doing the best they can with an impossible situation. They're all trying to contribute what they can to the story, for better or worse.

From inside the narrative, you are a teenager trapped in a society constructed entirely of bare-bones-survival with the wildest assortment of girls. From inside the narrative, to stay human, you have to love and fight, respect and judge. Every story changes the game. Every story shifts the blame. A hero in one has the bloodiest hands in the next. And that, to me, is such a thrilling sandbox to play in.

#yellowjackets #yj meta #the piece i'm working on right now is the objective weirdest in terms of van seeing her peers #and i did that very much on purpose. and we'll see after the edits how well it gets across #but it's one of the first times where a van POV allows for NOT trusting lottie #which is fundamentally against canon code #and it's interesting as hell to me to play with. in what contexts would van NOT trust lottie #in what contexts would any of these girls trust or distrust or fall in love with or want to kill one another #how much of that is already present in canon. how small do the changes need to be. twist the dial. see what happens #they're NOT villains. they're NOT heroes. they're just kids. they're just people. #it's not their fault but they won't necessarily see it that way and i love it

[mielplante]

a lil highschool au dabihawks comic <3 🧋

#dabihawks #hotwings #mha #bnha #dabi #touya #todoroki #keigo #takami #fanart #comic #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #hawks #fanfic #i love them very much #they're cream and pink colored #i want them happy :)))) #soft ansgty bois