#maybe platonic

[heisa030]

Monster, how should I feel 🗣️🗣️

[acrossthehours]

how i think kevin helps neil + andrew when they have bad days (and what they do in return) ; a nonsensical ramble

☆★ whenever neil’s in a state of panic or just out of it in general, kevin sits with him on the couch and puts an exy game on.

he commentates, relaying each step every player on the court takes to neil while neil’s face is pressed against his shoulder or his chest. kevin ignores the ache of neil’s harsh grip on his arm in favour of holding him just as tight - some days neil needs the pressure, others he needs as little contact as possible.

kevin knows neil’s coming back to himself when he lets out a miniscule, barely noticeable scoff at one of kevin’s petty quips at one of the player’s footwork. they both loosen their grip until they’re eventually just pressed up against each other, with neil fighting to keep his eyes open because even though he was just halfway to a panic attack he likes hearing kevin’s retelling of the match.

every time neil comes back from practice and hovers next to the couch where kevin is, hair still dripping from the ice cold shower he’s just taken, muscles taught and eyebrows slightly furrowed, kevin just shifts his arm to make space. he reaches for the remote once neil plops heavily half on his lap, and it’s easy to fall into the mindless reports of the exy game, pulling neil closer somehow.

★☆ when andrew’s silence is different, more unwilling and cold than usual in a way that makes it clear to kevin and neil that today’s a bad day, kevin surprisingly shuts up about exy.

it’s a herculean effort to do anything of the sort and he catches himself about to bring up a new drill to neil more times than he’d like to admit, but he manages it well.

he figures andrew would prefer silence on days like these. but when andrew noticed kevin practically cracking his teeth in his efforts to not rattle off history facts while a documentary is on in the dorm room, he grits out a half-exasperated “speak.”

kevin stares at him in bewilderment for a few long seconds before his mouth runs before his brain can catch up (as it does in many cases) and he rambles about the aztecs, the tudors, anything that pops into his head.

eventually, after hearing kevin’s facts about the conditions of war for french world war one soldiers, andrew’s shoulders loosen a little. his hands unclench from the fabric of the blanket thrown over his legs. he breathes a little lighter.

kevin notices - he doesn’t say anything. from then on, though, whenever andrew seems curled in on himself or he’s painfully aware of all of his surroundings to the point that it’s close to overwhelming, kevin talks about the last thing he learned in his history class the day before, letting andrew listen without him needing to take anything in and commit it to memory.

➪ if kevin comes back from a long day of classes, exhaustion written on his face, and looks up to see neil perched a little awkwardly on the couch with an exy match ready to play? he ignores the way his chest constricts and wordlessly makes his way over to neil where he practically collapses on top of neil and lets his steady voice and the sounds of cheering from the tv lull him to sleep.

➪ and if kevin starts to notice a gradual addition of cups and pencils with corny history jokes printed on them around the apartment? he says nothing, just sips his green tea out of a mug with ‘napoleon’s world tour’ peeking from behind his fingers.

[moon-starchaser]

Unsure if I’m creating a new niche with this but imagine a criminal minds x suits crossover.

Harvey represents the BAU and this is like season 6 of CM and season 1-2 of suits, this is the whole ‘this is calm and it’s doctor’ moment, and Harvey is representing them all in-front of the board (idc if that not what happens; this is fiction). Reid and Mike start to bond over their genius and memory while Harvey and Hotch bond over having a genius mentee (they exchange numbers.)

Also Garcia did a deep dive on both Mike and Harvey, found out mikes a fraud and put him in the bar.

Anyways just a little shower thought….

[spacech3rub]

I know most of my followers are here for The Owl House but…

do you know Regretevator? :>>

Happy Birthday Lampert!!!

[its-snicket-here]

You can't escape (Pyro Fatui)

My sanity is slowly crippling as well as my confidence the more I sit here with writer's blocks, so have an interpretation ending of a mushy fatui brain rot because I need more of them in my life

No matter how far you run, no matter how hard you hide. He is always a step closer to you.

"You can't escape from debt..."

These words he would hiss out to you, almost like a mantra every single time he was within your vicinity, to the point it ingrained into your memory; jumped every time another person would say these exact words around you. You had been hopping around place to place, from Liyue to Monstant, Monstant to Narukami, Narukami to Kannazuka, Kannazuka to Yashiori, even to Watasumi for archon's sake... But all these attempts were fruitless, as even your sailing hadn't lost him in the seas.

It all started when you took off that damn loan from that bank... You took a loan to build your contraption to present back at Fontaine... Fontaine... where...

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No...

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No.

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NO!

THWACK

Your candle light flickers and danced in the darkness, the only warming light you had close to your body on the wooden table. The only comfort you had in your chase. You arms felt numb from the pain you caused, tears stream down to your face, as memories came back flooding to you. Old memories that you had suppressed with the medicine, old memories that you hadn't revisited in years...

No, that's all in the past now. You need to get going.

Blowing out your light, you hastily cleaned up the area. Hiding any evidence of human interaction ever came into this place. Your body groaned, all tired and worn from your nonstop running - given no long time rest to recover from its ordeals. Bruises and roughly treated cuts covered your arms and legs, clothes being shredded to places you didn't even know, but you didn't cared. You didn't cared that your conditions were worsening, you only cared on the distance you made between the two of you. You only cared that you're AWAY from HIM. Slinging over your satchel over the shoulder, your contraption quietly hums inside. The damn contraction that cursed you with this problem...

The moon up high, you peered out from the little abandoned house. Cautiously scanning the grassy plains of anybody that is here. You waited in the soft breeze, straining to hear even the softest breath of him in the wild - but you couldn't. You managed to made you way from Watasumi island to the heart of Tatarasuna, where it used to be dangerous with balethunder. You don't remember how long ago when it was cleared up somehow, but you didn't cared. It provided you multiple shelters temporarily for the morning. Though unluckily with that being cleared up, it was infested with the fatui... The same organization that he was in... You made it careful to leave no traces of you and avoid heavily fatui infested areas when moving again, but even then, you still couldn't shake off the feeling that he's still around...

Pulling out a rugged map, you briefly ran through the plan again. All the messy charcoaled writing and arrows made it difficult for it to see map clearly, but after a while from this cat and mouse game, it became... now a skill of yours to read your horrid mappings in this time of desperate need. Though... you were unsure that bridge can be stable enough for the weight of you and your satchel to go across. Every hour when the wind breezes, the bride would creek and groan against it, wood clinking against it. If anything else, you would plummet to your death or even injure yourself when crossing.

Suddenly, chills went up on your spine. The tingly sensation left you discomfort and your pulse rising high. You felt like you were being watched.

You need to get out of the room, now. Hastily putting the map back, you quickly went out of the ruined house, beelining for that bridge. Yet the chills still hadn't left you. Hastening your pace, you strained your ears again to find another pair of footprints tailing along, but you couldn't hear anything.

He's toying with you.

The groaning and the creaking of the bridge became louder the closer you get, the higher your pulse beats. That bridge became the only thing that can change your life. Taking a slow step forward, you held your breath, hearing the planks groan in pain from the added weight from you.

Tap

Tap

Tap

Perking up, your face paled at hearing what it seems like footsteps crunching in the dirt. Throwing all caution to the wind, you began to walk through the bridge. You didn't have any care that the planks are groaning and screaming from your weight, or that the bridge is wobbling, hopping to throw you off from the pain you inflict it. You only cared that you made it across from who ever is coming.

Creeeeekkkk...

Best foot forward, you started to walk onto the bridge as if it was a tight rope. Back foot forward. Front foot back. Back foot forward. Front foot back. Front foot. Back foot. Front foot. Back foot.

Suddenly, the plank that you stepped on broke. Giving a yelp, you stumbled. Shoulder come crashing against the bridge, planks cracking underneath the sudden weight. You cried out in pain, feeling splinters piercing through your clothes - through your skin. The noise echoed through the furnace, probably giving away your location to the whole fatui here. Gritting in pain, you stiffled your whimpers and cries to hear if anyone would be coming to your location. Slowly dragging your battered body to the more stable planks, you stared at the damage that was caused. Your entire left foot was all beaten up with pieces of splinters all in sizes and blood trickling out. Wiping tears away from your eyes, you slowly bring your satchel in front of you. The bridge slowly swayed against the wind as you started to treat your wounds hastily. You bit into the rag, muffling any cries of pain you had, as you started to pull out the splinters out from you. Vision hazy from the tears, you messily apply the rubbing alcohol onto the effected area. Archons, how you wished you had a healing vision now...

Creeekkk....

What the-

Creeeeeekkkk....

Heart racing, you slowly looked behind you. A choice that you soon regret making.

Seeing that familiar scratch that you ever so lovingly gave to that mask appear right in front of you. Sauntering right over to you in such a relaxed manner pisses you off. You had been running away from him for so long, even when you payed that damn debt off from the bank - you were still being harassed by that agent. You pulled out all of your mora, all of your resources from running away, and what Celestia gave you was a curse.

Rashly wrapping the bandages and sealing the rubbing alcohol, you limped away from him. You held the satchel tightly, grunting in pain every time you placed even just little weight on your left leg.

"J-just what do YOU want now?" You demanded between your teeth, "I had paid my debts. W-why are you still following ME?"

Just like every time the two of you would meet, he wouldn't respond. He wouldn't give you answers, only the same exact sentence he would fucking mutter every time you managed to escape from his clutches. He continued to saunter over to you, not even bothered that the planks were rotten and old. It pisses you off every time.It pisses you off that you had to suffer, while this man is sauntering over to you like the two of you were friends. Archons, he didn't even do anything when you gave that gash on his mask. Why. Won't. He. Let. You. Go.

Gods almighty, the searing pain on your left leg is almost making you feel passed out... You feel lightheaded at every step back... now you're seeing two of him...

Sleep...

No... need to run...

Sluggishly turning around, you braced yourself to run once more. You didn't cared that your leg is burning in pain, you didn't cared that you're going to loose blood. All it matters is that you are away from him. Archons, who knew it felt cold in the furnace...

Rest....

The agent quickly caught your body from falling out from the bridge. You're not doing so well... Your body is cold and covered in injuries. Archons, you're getting pale from the fresh wounds. Looking down, he watched his ex-team mates scrounging the hut.

He wished he didn't had to do this on you, but his hand was forced. He needs you to run away, but gods, why run into an infested area...

Turning the two of you invisible, he quietly walked away to his makeshift camp. By the time his ex-team notices, they would be already burning with the hut...

[xkingsaturnx]

Obikin comic- soul mate month! (Day 25)

Anakin can see the color of his soulmates feelings and when Anakin is around Obi-wan the colors turn into a mash of yellows and oranges for happiness and the loving color of pink. 

[its-snicket-here]

after you posted that pandoras actor post i cant stop thinking about supreme being!reader who seems very quiet and collected, and they get asked like "what… do you see in pandoras actor????" and they just go full Jessica Rabbit mode and say "He makes me laugh." (this isnt a request unless you want it to be, this is just a random idea i liked btw) I imagine having someone like Pandora's Actor could refreshing ???????? because everything else that happens with Ainz is too intense. Sometimes you need some cringe in your life. Its good for your soul. Maybe smooch it even.

I still have PTSD from my Creepypasta phase, Hetalia phase, and my edgy/emo/"depressed" phase all together. Every single day I think about it, I curl up in cringe and wish I never remember it in my life.

BUT ANYWAYS

Y E S

I personally see (and hope that everyone sees) that PA is honestly a refresher, because honestly, he seems more... human like than anybody else ironically. He doesn't necessary follows orders without any questions, as he is willing to question orders if needed - but also like, EMBARRASS AINZ BECAUSE HE WAS BUILT LIKE THAT, DESPITE BEING MONSTERS.

I also see that PA is like... an embarrassing remainder of Ainz's more human side. Despite all the exterior of being the wise, powerful, monstrous, all knowing being, it's nice to being smooch by humanity a bit. Just to take a break from the position he's in forcefully. Away from Albedo, away from Shalltear, away from Demiurge, away from everybody that sees him differently. He just want to be known as Momonga, not Ainz Ooal Gown.

10/10 recommend 2 hours under PA's bubble to feel human again with a smooch and a constant reminder of your cringey moments.

I'm also going to flesh this idea out more, sorry this came out shitty qwq

"U-uhm, pr-pretty lady?"

"Hm?"

The date was unknown during the time when that child asked... everything was fuzzy when you tried to remember that memory. All you remember was the warmth it gave you when you remembered that child. The warmth of feeling human again...

That child was playing with your hair, no, attaching flowers in your hair when they asked. You were surprised when that child didn't fear you when the two of you met. You were an arachne, half spider half human, and still no fear were sensed. That child intrigued you heavily to the point where it became a daily thing to visit them... during the day? No... Night time... It was night time you always come visit. They... They lived in a village where the population wasn't that much, but big enough where... large farms... existed.

"Why do you feel happy when you talk.... P-pandora A-actor?" Your lower body's fangs clicked quietly, almost as it was a laugh when you were questioned about that. A pure soul...

"Well, he makes me laugh... Of course, he also reminds me too much of my... old... friends..." You dabbled on. "He makes me feel like a human. Honestly a breather from my duties as a supreme leader, despite cringing on my friend's creation." The concept of time would seem to not exist when you dabbled on about him while the child would play with your hair.

"One day..." You chattered on, "One day you will get the chance to see him..." The hands on your hair seems to ghost on you once you snap back to reality.

The grass tumbles and tussles against the cold night air. You couldn't see how dark or light the night is due to your blindness, but on instinct you could tell it was dark. You clicked softly, frowning at your own hopefulness. You were alone where a village once known to exist where gone, yet still here you are still at the same spot where the two of you met. In your hands was a messily drawn image of him, though it was slightly crumpled through your reminisce.

"I promised you that you would see him one day..." You said quietly. The grass continued to tussle and tumble in the wind, almost like a quiet melody to hide the silence in the village. "... I'm sorry if the drawing is bad because of my distraction, I can redraw it again when I come visit you one day..."

The pile of stones with many small gifts seems to beg to differ though...

[ssunsray]

I just want fics full of angst and major character death.