#it's a continuation

[jadequarze]

College/band au nobamaki

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[toogayforthistoday]

This AU is FANTASTIC I would love to read about Hero! Gabe and Dabi's meeting and relationship 👀 🐉💖

OOF! Prepare yourself for a wall of text because HOO BOI!!

So I haven’t quite worked out how exactly they would meet, but chances are it would be while doing various Hero Work, deciding they work well together, and not saying no to working together more in the future.

As for their relationship... Well... This is why I got mad about the whole thing yesterday.

Faking dating.

Well, fake marriage, but you know what I mean!

I have to give credit where credit is due, and @nikkzships helped me come up with most of this.

So the Todoroki’s are invited to a wedding, and Enji and Rei, being worried parents, are trying to set up Touya with a date for the wedding, when Touya panics and tells them he’s already married.

And the reason they didn’t know was because they had eloped, due to the fact that ‘they were just... so in love! And they couldn’t wait!’

Rei tells him to send the invite to his ‘wife’, and she can’t wait to meet them.

Once they’re out of sight, Touya immediately calls Gabe, begging for their help cause he fucked up!

Gabe, having been low-key crushing on Touya for a while, agrees to help him out, but Hitsohi and Eri have to come as well, because Inko was busy. Both were heavily bribed to treat Touya as a father figure, or in Hitoshi’s case, an older brother figure he tolerated because he was ‘married to his Mom’.

They didn’t get a chance to practice being a loving couple before getting thrown straight into the fire, as Enji and Rei ambushed them at the airport. Gabe and Touya, being as quick witted as they are, linked hands and cozied up to each other, all smiles to his parents. Internally though, there was a war going on. An inner dialog screaming ‘Oh dear sweet lord I am holding their hand. If I die now, I will die happy’, as well as an almost overwhelming sense of ‘this feels right’.

Once at the hotel, Hitoshi and Eri get a room on their own, and Touya and Gabe get a room on their own, but we get to the next trope!

Bed sharing!

Touya: Uh oh. Why's there only one bed?

Gabe, sarcastic as all hell: Well gee, Touya, maybe it's cause they think we're married! I wonder whose fault that is?

Touya, guilty: I panicked! ...I said I was sorry.

Gabe, a sucker for his pouty face: ...Alright, I forgive you. But only cause you’re cute.

Touya, thrown: ...You think I'm cute?

Gabe, now panicking: I think you're a pain in the ass.

Anyways, they get to the resort the wedding is being held at, it’s a beach wedding, so all the necessary rich beach themed shenanigans happen. Boat rides, bonfires on the beach at sunset, dancing!

Fucking crab legs! Those shell crackers are hard to use if you’ve never done the whole crab thing before (I speak from experience 😔) so of course Touya acts the doting husband and helps his spouse. And Gabe short circuts a little.

And here’s where Hitoshi catches on that maybe this whole ‘fake dating thing’ isn’t just for show. At least for his mom.

So, he goes to talk to Shoto. They’re classmates, they’re friends, their brother and mother are putting on a very convincing act right now. Hitoshi asks Shoto about his view on Touya’s reactions.

Turns out, Touya’s been talking to his siblings about Gabe, and how he feels about them.

So they, and Eri, because she’s noticed too, team up to get them together, properly. They use Hitoshi and Eri’s room as a base of operations, and employ Natsuo and Fuyumi to help as well, especially since they are the best at distracting Enji and Rei, and don’t need them finding out Touya lied to them.

Eventually, the kids all drag Gabe into their room for an intervention, because this is getting ridiculous.

Gabe: "....Why do I need an intervention?"

Hitoshi and Eri: "Mom. You've had a crush on your co-worker for months."

Gabe, panicking: "I have not-!"

Eri: "You get that goofy smile every time you hold his hand."

Shoto: "You freeze every time you've seen him in a suit."

Hitoshi: "Your face looked like Shoto's hair when you two had to dance."

Gabe: ...

The kids: ...

Natsuo and Fuyumi walk through the door: "Are we late for the intervention?"

Gabe: "Is there anyone else in on this plan??"

Hitoshi: "Izuku, but his plans kick in if we make it back home."

Gabe: "UGH! Fine... I-*sighs* I like Touya. We done now?"

Team Dabianette: "NOPE!"

And that’s all I’ve got right now!

~ Gabe

[plumfulkiss]

water (10/10)

summary: connor and will are finally safe... or so they think.

 Connor and Will arrived back at the house by the lake as the sun began to dip behind the trees, becoming night time. It was the only place outside of Chicago Will could think of going; the only place that felt safe for right now. He owed that to the secrecy of the last time they were here, how it felt like he and Connor were off the map and could sink into the water and never come back up for air.

 Connor was in and out of sleep, from the Ketamine, from the exhaustion of the day, so Will was mostly alone. The two missed calls never faltered from lingering on the screen of his phone, and he was undoubtedly avoiding returning them. He blamed it on how tired Connor looked, how sick Connor looked, how stressful the drive had become, but he knew that wasn’t it. Truthfully, he worried about Ava’s motive, or what she would try next. Why was she doing this, and what was the missing piece to this puzzle that would lead her to expose Connor to not only his friends but the world? He found it hard to comprehend.

 He put the car in park with a jolt strong enough to wake Connor up again. He yawned, stretching his bruised arms, allowing the hem of his shirt to rise slightly, all calculated before allowing his arms to fall once again, tossing his seatbelt free a little lazily. They hadn’t spoken much, and Will did nothing to remedy this, only watching. So this was how it would be, huh? Whether he wanted to or not, this was good for him, impossible to deny.

 Will and Connor disconnected from Will’s rickety car and began to stumble into the house quietly under the beginnings of night-time cover. The door shut behind them, and they finally felt free; private. Will, still in his scrubs, suddenly wished he could change his clothes. Connor looked comfortable.

 “Thank you, by the way,” Connor offered, breaking their silence and bringing Will close, grabbing his arms and pulling them around him. The height difference between them—small but powerful—made him look up at the redhead. Their eyes met. Will didn’t need to(or even get to) respond, because their lips connected.

 It was electric. A jolt between them caused Will to practically jerk away, but never disconnect, instead grabbing closer. They hit the door, or perhaps the wall; Connor couldn’t tell and didn’t care. Hands were in hair, feelings splayed out around them, on the shining wood floors that their shoes clicked and clacked against. It was perfection, a missed feeling, but then Connor was pulling away, slumping against him, ankle rolling, a pang in his stomach.

 Will caught him, arms around his waist, and he pulled him into the room they had shared last time they were there and deposited him there. “Connor, what’s going on?”

 Connor was more alert than he had been all day, staring down at his legs and running a hand through his hair. “It feels asleep,” He offered, not like that would help. He and Will ran through possible causes in their heads, coming up empty. It wasn’t like they could do tests, either.

 “Should I call someone?” Will asked and Connor shook his head, hiding his nervous hands in his lap.

 “It’s not safe,” He said, and Will agreed. “Nothing feels safe,” Connor continued, and there was a certain darkness in his face that the redhead wished he could remedy.

 He sat down next to Connor, taking a pause, a breath, before pulling Connor against him, allowing him to lean on his shoulder, closer than before. They breathed together,and Will noticed that it sounded almost uneven on Connor’s side. There was an occasional hitch and chitter as they sat there, and when Will grabbed Connor’s hand he realized the brunette was crying.

 Will suddenly felt remorseful, and he wished he could say he didn’t know why. He shouldn’t have left Connor, shouldn’t have ghosted him or ignored him, because, at the end of the day it was his fault things escalated to this level. He murmured an apology as the sun fell and darkness arrived.

 Morning came, and Connor was not in bed where he and Will had remained for the majority of the night, too disconnected to eat. Will woke with the sunlight and heard the sounds of the water flowing in the bathroom beside him. So Connor had decided to take a swim without venturing out to the lake, or perhaps the first bath in a long time. Will left him to it for the time being, looking to see what options could be as far as clothes changes or breakfast. There was nothing in the pantry, but in the dresser of the room the two shared he found some of Connor’s clothes. They wouldn’t fit perfectly, but they were good enough, and he was decently sure Connor wouldn’t mind.

 In about an hour, the water drained, but Connor never left the bathroom. There was a shuffle and a stumble, then silence. Will tried not to intrude, but he was more than a little worried after the events of last night. He didn’t want to look protective, but he was absolutely being protective as he rapped and tapped against the door. “Connor?”

 No response.

 His fist tightened, not angry, just worried. “I’m coming in, alright?”

 Once again, silence. Will opened the door with a tight grip.

 This bathroom was remarkably larger than his, but he still felt a twinge of deja vu to the first time he opened a bathroom door and found Connor and his tail in a bathtub. Of course, this time the bathtub wasn’t dimly lit and tiny, and this time Connor wasn’t peaceful.

 No, Connor had swiveled over, sitting on the side of the tub, staring downwards at the floor, at his tail. His shoulders were shaking, but not from the wet cold, in fact, he was dry.

 He took a breath and though he didn’t look up, acknowledged Will with a motion of the hand. “I’m dry, Halstead,” He said gruffly, unfeeling, numb and exhausted in the voice. “It’s not going away.”

 “What?” Will said, stepping closer, leaning down, touching the scales that looked dull, discolored. Bone dry, almost crackling against his touch, making Connor shift away and release from his touch. “Did—Did something happen?”

 Connor tossed up his hands, almost a shrug, almost annoyed. “I don’t know! I don’t fucking know.” He said, and it was grim.

 Will touched his cheek, and he leaned into that touch silently. For a moment they sat there, lit only by the sun streaming through the windows, and the longer they sat, the more reality set in. Connor was stuck like this for the time being; unable to walk, unable to leave the house. But then, he smiled.

 “Guess this just means we’ll be stuck together for a little while longer, huh?” He asked Will, raising a brow, trying to find something to feel a little better about. Will chuckled, touching his shoulder, dragging down his arm, squeezing.

 Lifting Connor and carrying him into the living room was more of an ordeal than Will could have expected. He knew the tail made Connor      heavy,    but this was still somehow more than expected. He struggled under it but held on, knowing he just needed to get used to it. Placing him on the couch was a relief, a breath he didn’t know he was holding that released. The change in scenery, though small, made Connor seem a little brighter. He unfolded the blanket beside him and covered up, more cold than afraid of being seen. Will messed with his hair, bouncing on his feet ever so slightly.

 They hadn’t eaten since early yesterday, and there was nothing in the house, so Will decided to venture back into the nearest town and go find something to eat. Connor insisted he would be fine alone, so, with the TV turned on to something vaguely interesting, Will headed out to his car and into the streets.

 This was the first time he had time to himself, truly, and once again his mind reflected back to Natalie’s call. It couldn’t hurt to respond, surely. He clicked to return the call as he pulled out of the house.

 It rang five times before going to the voicemail tone, and Will sighed, hanging up, and trying again. This time it rang four times before Natalie answered, and there was a hurried hush in her voice. “Where did you go?” She asked, “Maggie won’t let me come in until I’m chilled out about this and I can’t chill aout about this until I-”

 “I’m safe, Nat. Chill out,” He said, looking around, focusing on the road, waiting for any easy fast food place to make an appearance so that he could make it back to Connor.

 She breathed easy now, raising her volume and slowing her pace. “That’s good. When you left, Ava came looking for you and I-”

 “Ava? Again? What is her problem? I told her to keep away from me and she just      hasn’t.    Does she know anything about what’s going o-”

 Natalie interrupted him. “She wanted to help, Will. She said Connor was being transported and that she felt bad for letting it go this far. You just beat her to it.”

 “You know I’m with Connor?”

 “Where else would you be?”

 Will hesitated. So, Ava felt bad, felt like apologizing, and that was what she tried to call about. He had trouble believing it. Especially after their last confrontation, three weeks ag, and the recurring pattern of how she acted around Connor. Again,he felt protective, and was only snapped back into reality by Natalie asking if he was still there.

 “If she really wants to help she can stay right there. I appreciate it, and you can tell her that Connor does too, but… I don’t trust her, and I doubt he would.”

 “Right,” Natalie said, and then it was her turn to fall silent. A pause, too long. “You’re not coming back, are you?”

 He chewed on his lip. A van passed him as he pulled into a fast food parking lot. “I don’t think so.”

 “I’ll miss you,” She said quietly, not sad, just a statement.

 “You too, Nat.”

 When the click rang out and his phone became silent, he had to sit there for a moment. He had to wonder, once again, what he was doing, why he was here, who he was becoming. It wasn’t bad, wasn’t good, wasn’t nice. It was just something, and there was no avoiding it anymore, especially if he really did love Connor, and he did.

 He ordered food; breakfast and lunch for later, too, and headed back home. The thought of Ava’s missed call made him want to return it as well, but he couldn’t bring himself to. He didn’t want to confront her or be confronted by her over the phone, not in person. It was more vulnerable that way.

 Will turned down the side road back towards he and Connor’s hideaway, following the road quietly. There were more cars around than there were last time, which he figured was a little strange. It wasn’t necessarily a vacation season, at least, he didn’t think so.

 He turned into the house and opened his car door, loading up the food in his arms and heading up to the door.

 He twisted the knob tightly, opening it and stepping in. He watched the floor while it shut, and when it clicked, he went to make eye contact with Connor.

 Something was wrong.

 He dropped the bags.

[sage-the-skeleton]

Little doodle think for the comic I've been munching on for a few years that's been living in drafts

I need like a name for the au honestly

[lanonima]

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because really I do think it says something that I did have such a legitimately awful time playing Binding Blade, and I still did it in a single straight shot over a few weeks

and I hated Conquest so much that I skipped all of the dialogue that was possible for me to skip, and I still played it in a straight shot over a few weeks

and I cannot drag myself to the Switch to force myself to sit through one more level of Three Houses, and I've only played 5 chapters to begin with

[the-skull-king]

*Guzma would let that all settle in his head for a moment. Everything Faba said was true and it should be taken into consideration. The most confusing thing at the moment was the fact he couldn't figure out if he hated or liked Faba. His other problems were secondary to him. The team skull leader was sure he could make the kid pay the next time they meet and he had faith in boys and so knew they would continue to get stronger.*

“You could have just left me to think about all this alone. So why did you come?”

@chief-administrator-faba

[long-ago-in-a-distant-land]

PSA

Can we stop referring to Samurai Jack 2016 as a “reboot”? It’s not a reboot.

They are not rebooting the show. They are continuing it. From the official announcement trailer:

Adult Swim is excited to announce that JACK IS BACK. Creator and executive producer Genndy Tartakovsky continues the epic story of Samurai Jack with a new season that will premiere on Adult Swim’s Toonami block in 2016.

It seems we’ll get first more detailed information during Annecy in June if nothing else is shown before that.

Excellent. Excellent. Thanks.