#part1

[gillybeanns]

Part 1 of valentines!! : Making a plushie!

[meddco-meddy]

Regretevator characters in my style

[rin-rinmicheal]

Third time writing!!! UNIVERSITY AU![part 1] Female reader×M.K Featuring:Michael Kaiser -Mentions of trauma,abuse,slow burn love,degration

You hurridly rushed to school,wearing on your knee-high socks with your black leathered shoes.The light reflected of the glossy shine of your smooth oxfords shoes.The strap across the top of your foot with patent leather gave it a cute glossy pop.

"[Your name]!!!!Dont forget,your homeroom is on level 3,room 3b!!!Your mother reminded.

"Course i wont!!!"You beamed,shoving the bread into you mouth,biting at the crust of it.

You hurridly snatched your phone off the table,with that stupidly adorably purple phone charm-which had designs of flowers and cute bunnies.You rushed out and locked the door behind you,making your way to the bustop.

It was your first day-well technucally you had just jioned the school mid-term,so you didnt really know anyone,not even where you classroom was located.

"I hope my classmates are friendly!!!"you beamed,before immediatly shutting your mouth at others stares...

You couldnt help but remember,the reason you'd changed schools was because you couldnt really make friends due to your 'weirdness'.You silently vowed to make more friends-than the 3 that you had in your past school.

After getting onto the bus and playing your phone,while you waited for the bus to reach the stop.

You checked your phone,6:45am you were early-extremly,in fact you classes only started at 8am.You made your way to the school,rushing to find where the entrance was.You made a sharp turn-crashing into the back of someone.

"Scheiße!..Watch it!!!"

You looked up,rubbing your forehead where his shoulder had hit."ah,sorry my bad!i really didnt mean too-"your jaw slacked-eyes widened at the sight of him."

His hair was a bold two toned mullet,with golden-blonde hair,cascading into a bright blue dye.He turned back,his two blue rat tails whipped back as he turned to face you.His front hair was choppy and layered,framing his godly looking face.

"Ugh,you made me spill my cola,shortass."He groaned,his sharp blue eyes looked you up and down,while his red eyeliner(tattoo) only highlighted those mesmerising eyes.

You immediatly snapped out of it,you stumbled over your words "I-i..u-uhm..i don't.."

He raised his perfectly shaped brow,his blue rose tatoo snaking up his arm to his neck was too damn rebelious for a godly looking being like him.

"Can you tell me where the entrance gate is!?!"you blurted out without a second thought.

He stared at you baffled by your sudden change of topic-while you were speechless by your own outburst.

A moment of silence passed.

"That way."he said,pointing to his left,with the most judging face ever.

"Thanks" you muttered-embarrased enough as you made your way to the school entrance."god,im such a mess..."you mumered as you stifly strutted.

"Weirdo."He muttered under his breath,watching your retreating figure.His friend caught up to him,"kaiser!?..i lost you for a second!Where were you"he huffed.Kaiser turned back,face blank as ever before he spoke."i met some weirdo girl,she asked where the gate was.thats all ness."

"Weirdo?thats a little odd to say..also,your shirts stained."ness commented cluelessly.

"wait.THAT SHORTASS DIDNT APOLOGISE FOR RUINING MY SHIRT!"

A can crushed under his grip.

Meanwhile...

"Wait,he called me a shortass?..im 165cm!?IM TALL FOR MY GENDER!!"You muttered to yourself-better late than never realising the insult.

At the gate,you handed your student card to the security guard,the guard stared at your attire.your white blouse that covered till your wrist,tucked neatly into a high waisted skirt with soft pleats,hovering above your knees,the black wasnt to dark,like a lighter shade of black that bordered between soft and sharp.

The old guard smiled and nodded,giving you back your card and opening the door for you.

You thanked him and made your way to class,your phone charm clinked softly as you walked to class.

Your shoes clicked softly against the beigh tiles of the floor.

'Click,clack,clack'

The noise trailed behind you as you opened the classroom door shyly,the rows of seats and tables.The tables were meant for multiple people to share,while students chattered happily.

You hesitantly approached a nice looking guy,dark blue hair and big moe blue eyes stared back at you.

"You must be new,im yoichi isagi!!But you can call me isagi or..any other nicknames!"He beamed,his little ahoge made him seem even cuter.

"Is this seat taken?-"before you even finished he replied,"no,its not!!"he beamed,making your heart race with joy-finally someone friendly!!!!

You placed your bag on the floor,sitting down beside him excitedly."im [your name]!!nice to meet you,isagi!!"you beamed as you propped your face with your hand.

"You must be the new student!"isagi perked from his seat,like an friendly dog hearing people were coming over to become his friend.

The door slammed open at 7:45am,in came kaiser and ness,kaiser walked in like he owned the room,while ness followed behind.

"Ick.watch out for those clowns."isagi groaned."the one with the stupid blue tips is kaiser,dude calls himself 'gods chosen emporer' on the field"he said mimicking kaiser saying it.

He pointed at ness-the dirty blonde with pink tipped ends,whos hair curled like magic spells."thats ness,hes kaisers loyal dog-nice guy if you dont talk shit about kaiser"he remarked.

You nodded absent-mindly,noting it down in your head,the one who glared at you this morning was kaiser,and the dude with the smile was ness.

Kaiser scanned the room-locking eyes with you in the process,while ness put down his bag at the back row.Kaiser strutted over to you,he leaned down just enough to lock eyes with you.

"You still havent apologised for spilling my cola on me,you shortass."he spat out."im sorry"you blurted out as you kept staring at how damn majestic this man was.

"Sorry?thats amusing-"

"Michael kaiser,please return to your seat."the teacher interupted,rolling her eyes at him.

He let out a long sigh,before dagging himself back to the back row of his seat,dropping his bag down unceremoniously onto the floor.His chair screeched-on purpose,as he plopped down.

"Huh...his names Michael kaiser."you muttered,as you updated your brain.

End of part 1!!!ill continue making more parts!! RRM out!!!!>_< Im still learning how to use this writing ahh😭

[nocturnal-impala]

Episode 9 part1 screenshots 5/5

[satanarch]

05.2026

Morrinhos Novos, Ceará

[holmesianlove]

Dangerous Company - New Fic!

by Holmesianlove

A huge thank you to @helloliriels for the stunning cover art created for #FTH2026 to go with this story. Our fandom is so lucky to have artists of this calibre! BIG LOVE TO YOU!

I will post a chapter each day (there are 14) and they will also go up on AO3 as well.

I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1 - Obsession

The first time I encountered him was the night before I deployed. Whisky-laden and uneasy, my judgement was no doubt questionable, but even then, there was no mistaking the colour of those eyes. In the dim, flickering candle light, I somehow instinctively recognised they were the wildest blue-green hue like the sea right before a storm takes hold. I’d seen nothing like them before. They seemed to bore a hole right through the centre of my chest and took hold in my brain at the very same time. How it was possible I could not tell you. I was transfixed, reminded instantly of my last visit to my grandmother’s home in Aberdeen, when I would sit on the rocky hill, watching the ships as they were tossed about in rough seas, bringing the soldiers home from battle. Back when my own dreams of becoming a soldier first took hold. I could not have invented those eyes in my own imagination. As they glared through me from across the bar, my heart leapt in my chest as if he was controlling the very rhythm of my atria and ventricles. He drew me to him, urging me closer. Yet, before I could even get off my stool to move, he had vanished just as if he had never been there. 

Time to go to bed, Watson, I admonished myself. At the time, I assumed it was the drink that was responsible for the strange encounter. 

The rock-hard mattress upstairs in my pub lodgings were not in any way conducive to sleeping but it was all my meagre coin could afford me before boarding the ship to head off to battle and I put the strange occurrence out of my mind.

The second time we crossed paths was on the battlefield. When I was shot in fact. In the midst of the Second Anglo-Afghan War, at the Battle of Maiwand, as I tended to the wounded. There I was, a surgeon trying to heal the injured, when I was shot by a bloody jezail bullet, right through the shoulder; or so the tale was recounted to me after the fact. One minute I was upright and the next, I was staring up at a sky, grey with clouds and surrounded by smoke, explosions and shouting. All muffled around me as my body processed the shock. I wasn’t sure how long I lay there but suddenly those eyes came swiftly into focus. Those sea-glass eyes, crazed with concern and fear, instantly above me. 

I’ve been told that pain and shock create the strangest of coping mechanisms. I have heard many an unusual tale from soldiers in their beds – parents or siblings that have visited from across the seas, long dead relatives, impossible visions that men recall with unmitigated seriousness. Of course none of it is true. I suspect whatever inebriated vision I had in that pub, manifested out of a fear of going to war, had visited me again as I lay bleeding out on the field awaiting my death. Probably my hippocampus - my younger self, remembering the proud desire for battle - invented him entirely to begin with. His dark, beautiful curls framing that pale perfect skin which made those eyes all the more alluring and those bowed lips... Lord, he was a magnificent sight. If I was dying, it wasn’t a bad way to leave this earth, that was for sure. My breathing slowed and I felt an incredible calm come over me that he had found me again. I closed my eyes and I was sure I felt a gentle, cold hand touch my cheek.

Chapter 2 tomorrow...

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[chubstiger]

Imagination with Sai <3

Hi! I'm basically going to write scenarios of anything that comes to mind in any type anime, manga, Tv show, drama, novels, etc~!

Jujutsu Kaisen X Chubby!reader

"Hey, there." A male came up to you while you were wiping your dirty glasses on your shirt. Startled, you quickly place them on to see who was talking to you and blinked, clearly seeing who it was. A male with white hair with a blindfold over his eyes and have a really tall figure. Legs for days...you thought.

Tilting your head a bit, confirming his existence, "How can I help you?"

"My student is wondering if you can trade some TCG with him." He pointed behind him and you glanced the motion and saw a young male with pink hair. He was looking at the two of you like a pouting puppy, wagging it's tail. You sputtered a laugh at this and nodded, motioning the young boy over.

Finally seeking the attention of yours, the boy smiles brightened as he introduced himself. "Hi! My name is Yuji Itadori! And this is Gojo-Sensei!" He then pointed at the taller male.

"Y/N" you greeted back. "Good thing you got me at the last minute. I was almost leaving the Collectors con. What can I do for you?"

"PLEASE, I-

While Yuji was talking animatedly to you, Gojo was watching you. In Honesty, he thought that all collectors would be weirdos. Though, seeing you, that might have changed his mind. She's so cute he cooed. With the cute glasses and chubby face and body, wearing an outfit that go so well on you.

It had been around half an hour and Yuji was still praising your skill and collection. "Alright, Yuji, time to let the nice lady go." Gojo gently scolded him as the young boy pouted. "Sorry about him." His lips curved up. You shook your head, disagreeing.

"It's okay. He's a good kid." You smiled brightly, blinding them with your cuteness as you packed your bag tightly and safely. "See you next time!" turning around, Gojo was shamelessly staring at your back side as you walked away. Of course, you didn't know that this salivating blue eyes, white haired sorcerer with a mysterious vibe was hopelessly infatuated with you and it shows to everyone but you.

Just a small thing from the mind :) Ja ne~

[weekiexpo]

IWTV rewatch party for one and only (me)

So I've started my IWTV rewatch, mainly to put my DM goggles on and watch the episodes through this lens. Also, memory is a monster, so it's good to freshen things up.

Episode 1

May I say that the colour of his walls, and lamps especially, remind me of Armand's eyes? I think they do symbolyze Armand. Is it Daniel's fucked up sleep schedule that he needed light? Is it the feeling of The Presence in his life?

Louis and Armand kept watching over him, Armand more so.

Dubai

For starters, this is the first frame we get of Daniel in the Dubai penthouse (coffin). They BOTH check each other out.

LAMPS, of course. They connect these two again.

Armand wanted to direct or play a controlling role the interview, or wanted to be noticed.

"No third parties. That is not the agreement you signed."

Episode 2

Oh boy, is this episode interesting. One of my favourites of the season.

"After the Phantoms of Your Former Self." What a great title. Themes of distorted memory, looking for your humanity when you are a monster? I adore them. And it fits Danny boy too.

Guess how it starts? Yeah. Again with these two. And Marius. And groan.

AND SEVEN COURSES.

"I serve a God," says Armand. "It's my honour to serve."

"Fattening me up for the inevitable end?" asks Daniel.

Daniel is served his meals.

Armand was basically on a date with his boy, just like in their little chapter.

This comment from Louis has always stuck out to me.

Looking back on it after what we saw in Season 2, especially those bedroom conversations between Louis and Armand, I can't help wondering whether Armand told Louis something about his outburst.

Not DM related.

Louis also says the book is intended to be a warning. First mention of the Great Conversion too, "a brute in Madagascar" told Louis about it.

"My last victim was in the year 2000." "Some Y2K disagreement?"

"I want our readers to understand that."

girl... you are hilarious

I don't remember whether this gets revisited later (I assume it does), and if some stranger on this site happens to find this post, do not tell me. This is one of the precious jewels of forgetting, not remembering how, or even if it happens. I want this rediscovery all to myself as I let this story seduce me all over again.

Louis says it was Lestat's way about him that made him drink from that tenor, even as he was transfixed by the beauty of life in death. Louis never truly got used to draining a human. Now he has a bracelet with his kill count. Louis's relationship with death is one of the most interesting parts of his character to me.

Also, I really like this frame and the paintings in it. I can't help myself I keep thinking about these lamps as Armand's eyes.

"The Storm on the Sea of Galilee" immediately makes me think of vulnerability in the face of forces beyond our control, the terror of being caught in something vast and indifferent. The second painting is "Transformation". Change, time, and the ways people are reshaped by forces they can't fully resist.

Episode 3

Okay, not DM-related again, but this is the episode that ends with Claudia's death, and the first thing we see is this: a shadow puppet theatre. It feels reminiscent to me of projection animation, visual language used in the Théâtre des Vampires. The way Louis turned Claudia was such a selfish act, and I understand him.

I stumbled through the streets like an irrational child who had tested his strength on a small bird and now asked, 'Can I make it whole again?'

awwwww he is here after the cheating story

He just wanted to stay with his boy and this

These two have an odyssey of recollection of their own.