#(I know why they stopped making content in that game but I’m still sad)

[teamahwol]

Missing her today (achievement hunter’s gta 5 videos)

#when will gta 5 let’s plays come back from the war #(I know why they stopped making content in that game but I’m still sad) #lp gta v #ahrt #shit.jpg

[bensonsbobblehead]

The Village it Takes

pairings; Spencer Reid x Mom!reader (ft Daughter!oc)

Spencer fakes his death ( basically how Emily did) leaving you and your 11 year old daughter behind.

Content Warnings; angst, sadness, talks of death and grief, fluff

a/n; Hiii, so so sorry about the wait, I've decided not to make a taglist because I don't know how and I don't want to do it the wrong way. Im also back active for a while now so please send request. {first , second}

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You held your daughter as she was shaking in your arms watching as Spencer ran to catch the elevator before it closed. You ignored him only squeezing Ronnie tighter as she calmed down.  He hit the emergency stop causing Ronnie to cry harder burying her head into your chest. 

“What the fuck Spencer? You're scaring my daughter." You never referred to Cameron as just "yours" until now, you knew how badly it would hurt him especially after seeing the shock in his eyes.

“Just listen, I’ve spent the last three years trying to get back to both of you. I hate that I missed so much of your lives especially you, my moon.” He grabbed Ronnie’s chin and wiped her tears.

He started calling her that on the long nights when she couldn’t sleep. Spewing facts about the moon with a little Cameron on his chest. Making her completely fall in love with the nighttime. Cameron had so many questions and ideas about the night sky and it was something special the both of them shared.

He never could wrap his head around why she loved his voice so much as a baby. Probably because of the countless hours he spent talking and reading to your pregnant belly at night or even over the phone when he was on a case. 

“I begged Aaron to bring me back I’ve looked for loopholes for years so I can get back home to you both, You guys lost one person but I loss both.” He said with tears in his eyes, it was true this entire time was hard for Spencer. Not being there for his daughters birthdays and christmases. Missing your anniverises and birthday it was hard. 

“I’m so sorry my Ronnie, you didn’t deserve this. I know I missed your ceremonies and games and I wish I could go back in time to change it all. I’m so sorry, Please accept my apology whenever your ready.” Looking at his daughter and taking in her beauty, he never wanted to hurt her. 

She looked liked the both of you and was an even better person than you both. She looked up at her father with tears still falling taking a breath before speaking, “I just missed you so much daddy.” She buried herself into his chest and they both sobbed together. 

“My life sucks without you in it, please don’t leave again. I wouldn't know what to do” the teenager begged,

“I won’t baby, I won’t” Spencer said rubbing the top of her head. 

“Let’s go home” you said turning the elevator back on. You all headed to the car Spencer getting in the back with Cameron, holding her tightly, you watched them in the rear view mirror. 

You had no idea how to feel. You had him back, your husband, your first real love was alive after three years of thinking he was dead. Yet you were still so angry at him and everyone involved for faking his death, especially Hotchner and JJ.

They watched you breakdown at family dinners that they were so kind to invite you to. Barley holding it together until Cameron was in the back chasing the other kids. 

Aaron was there a lot, with Jack and Cameron going to the same school, he would take her on the days he knew you couldn’t handle it. You hated them, this all could have been avoided. Why not make us all disappear? Why just Spencer? 

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you arrived at the house. All of you hopping out and heading in. 

“Go shower and get ready for bed Ron” you said as you took of your shoes and sat your bag down. 

“Can I sleep with you guys tonight?” She asked softly looking at you for approval, Spencer allowing you to answer. 

“Of course sweetie.” You said as she smiled and headed to the bathroom, you waiting until she closed the door and started the shower before turning around.

“Y/N.. I have no idea about how you feel—“ 

Before he could finish your anger took over, you had never been this upset, especially with him. You smacked him again before you could stop yourself, and continued to hit him in the chest repeatedly. 

His chest was bigger and stronger which made you even more upset, he was here, and you thought he was gone.

“Y/N, Stop!” He yelled grabbing your arms and pulling you into his chest. You fought back but he pulled you into his chest.

“No idea how I feel? It was so hard to breathe without you Spence. Raising a teenage girl who was grieving while grieving myself it was impossible. And you were still here? Jeez Spencer maybe a sign you were still out there?” You cried harder as he wiped your tears falling into his touch. It was like home no matter how upset you were, Spencer could and would always make you feel better.

“I’m so sorry, I hate that it happened this way. I fought y/n, every chance to get back to you and Cameron.” He broke down as you watched silently before you burst pushing him away.

“Not hard enough! Look, I understand it was to keep you safe and it worked and I’m so thankful for that but you weren’t here. 

On top of the way Cameron was grieving, I almost didn’t make it without you.” Thinking of her first panic attack since his death and the long hospital visit that followed after. It was when you really saw the effects of grief. Helping her heal was your only priority but it took a toll on you. 

Now wasn’t the time for that cause you finally let yourself go and buried yourself into his chest.  You were one of the very few people to be this lucky. Your husband was dead but now he’s back and holding you tighter than ever. 

“I know that was unbearable and I know I can only apologize. Y/n I promise I will never leave you or our daughter again. 

I spent three hundred and seventy eight days away from you and I never want to again. You both are life and I was nothing without either of you. 

I even sometimes wish I was really gone. The thought of never getting back to you guy’s consumed me. I’m just glad to be back”

 He cried harder causing you to whisper sweet nothings into his ear. Your heart broke more for him knowing how much he struggled, he lost you both too.

“Don't say that Spencer, you knew you were coming back to us. I’m just so glad you’re home and safe.” you said pulling away to look him in his eyes. Moving to connect your lips, kissing him was always perfect. You fit into each other perfectly. You both pulled away as you heard the shower turn off. 

“I love you Mrs.Reid.” He said kissing you on the forehead causing you to smile. You all continued to get ready for bed until you all were finally laying down, with Cameron in between you and Spencer. 

This was the first time you genuinely seen a smile on your daughters face. You’re so grateful she has him back that you both have him back. 

"Are you going to leave us again?' Cameron spoke up as you all watched the movie together.

"Because I don't think I would be able to handle it dad" her voice broke with a tear falling from her eye as she looked up at her. It was a good question, would he leave again?

"Oh honey, I promise I will never leave you again, it was a mistake to go without you both ill never do it again" he told her looking at you both so you knew too. You smiled at your wonderful husband still in awe at the fact he's home.

Cameron snuggled into her dad laying her head on his chest with you snuggling into her back. You all sat and watched your favorite movie Ron was fast asleep with you following behind. Before you fell asleep you heard Spencer. 

“I’m so sorry I left. I love you both so much” as he leaned in to give Ronnie and kiss and then you. 

“We love you too” you muttered as your eyes shut with a smile on your face. Having Spencer back was everything you needed. 

#dr. spencer reid #spencer reid x you #spencer reid angst #Spencer Reid x daughter #Spencer Reid x mom!reader #Spencer Reid x daughter!oc #Spencer Reid dad #criminal minds daughter #Spencer Reid x you #Spencer Reid daughter #Spencer Reid x wife!reader #Spencer Reid

[damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog]

Skipping Stones

AO3 Link

Ominis has reservations about the future

Ominis x fem!MC

SFW

My angstiest fic yet! It still has a positive ending because I can't just make my characters sad and throw them to the wolves lol. Allusion to arranged cousin marriage

Word count: 2,758

A/N: First fic of 2024 baybeeeeeee. I've always loved the weird little stone-skipping feature in HL. I spend a lot of time in game imagining my MC and Ominis' conversations while sitting together and skipping stones. :)

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The sun-dappled water of the Black Lake's shallow inlet sparkled in the springtime air. Birds sang as they flew overhead on the warm breeze, and various little insects hummed amongst the tall grasses and flowers. Every now and then, the chattering of other students would fade in and then back out as they passed on the nearby path beyond the shrubs and willows. A small, smooth stone danced over the water with a pat-pat-pat-pat-pat. The weight on MC's left shoulder lifted.

"Hmm, you're really getting the hang of that spell. Was that five skips I heard? I must say, I'm glad that I taught you that spell. You'll be far better than me in no time."

Ominis readjusted his position, nestling against MC's side once more. He pressed his face into her shoulder, savoring the moment with a contented smile and a deep breath. The delicate fragrance of cologne and perfume rose from the two school robes spread across the ground beneath them.

"So you actually are awake, then," MC smiled. She flicked her wand. Pat-pat-pat-pat. "Did you not hear me a moment ago?"

"I might have dozed off once or twice," Ominis happily murmured. "I can't help it if you're so comfortable."

MC let out a soft laugh and placed her wand down before she focused her attention on Ominis, gently running her fingers through his hair. He responded with a contented hum, appreciating the affectionate gesture.

“I said: do you ever think about the future?"

"As in what we might get for dinner tonight? I do hope it's another roast. The one last week was delicious. It's scarcely left my mind."

"Ominis." MC's hand dropped from Ominis' head and she rolled her eyes. She tried to convey annoyance, but her voice couldn't hide the hint of a smile.

Ominis leaned against her further, and MC felt his breath tickle her neck. "Then you're wondering what you might get for Christmas? Is it not a bit early for that? "

"Ominis, please," MC pleaded. Ominis could hear MC's smile fading.

"I’m talking about what we will do in just two short years... When we leave Hogwarts."

Pat-pat-pat.

A cool breeze caressed their faces, the water lapped at some nearby rocks and the merrymaking of students in the distance could be heard as they made their way to Hogsmeade.

Ominis sat up, leaving MC's comforting warmth behind. "I... don't know."

MC's heart was pierced with a surge of adrenaline. "What do you mean?"

Ominis sighed and turned his face away. "I'll have to return to my family eventually. Feldcroft can't be my home forever."

"But why?" MC questioned, her voice filled with increasing panic. "What is stopping you from staying here... staying with me?"

Ominis' body made a small twitch towards MC, but he stopped himself. "I can't hide from my family forever. Sooner or later, I'll have to face them."

MC reached a gentle hand out to Ominis' shoulder, yet her tone remained filled with urgency. "What would they do to you once you returned?"

"Frankly, I don't want to think about it. But, eventually," Ominis sighed, "they'll want to pick a bride for me. I can live in denial all that I please, but I cannot outrun my name."

"Then let me go with you," MC replied in her bravest voice.

Ominis hesitated. "MC, you shouldn't—"

"I can't let you go back by yourself when we graduate. Think about what they did to you as a child. Let me be there, too. I want to be with you, Ominis."

Ominis turned back towards MC. She could see his eyes brimming.

"Even if my family were to accept you over one of my cousins, you... don't want to be a Gaunt." Ominis faltered. "I cannot in good conscience subject you to that life. You deserve so much better than a bleak existence as little more than a broodmare to carry on the next generation of Gaunts. You would be miserable, and I cannot bear the idea of doing that to you."

"I could never be miserable with you," MC cried. "I don't know what I would do without you."

The young couple was engulfed in silent frustration. MC's hand weakly slipped away from Ominis. For a moment, Ominis could hear nothing. Then came a pat-pat, but it ended in a small splash.

A small, barely restrained sniffle landed on Ominis' ears. He tentatively felt around for her hand and held it. He listened to another sniffle and a single, small whimper. He turned away and squeezed his eyes shut.

"MC, please... trust me. I would rather we be apart if it meant you were happy. I won't let my family ruin your life, too."

“How could I be happy without you?” MC replied, making no effort to conceal the tremor in her voice. “I’m scared of the idea that, someday, we might say goodbye for the final time and never see each other again. I can't imagine a life without you.”

“It would hurt—tremendously—but eventually you would find someone better suited for you,” Ominis replied gently. He felt his own voice breaking, too, and he squeezed MC’s hand as he spoke. “You would eventually have your own, happy family. You would find a handsome husband who could see your beauty and fully appreciate it, and you would have as many little children as your heart desired. Knowing you were happy would be more than enough for me. You should not be required to live in a decrepit manor, surrounded by family-in-law that want you dead merely for being an outsider.”

MC stammered before giving up and clinging to Ominis’ arm, burying her face in the shoulder of his blazer as she wept. Ominis wrapped his arms around her and quietly hushed her as he tenderly swayed her back and forth, comforting her while gently caressing her back.

“I can’t just leave you,” she finally said through tears. “I don’t love anyone else—I love you, Ominis.”

“Then we should make the most of our remaining time together. Because I also love you, MC, and I always will—no matter where our lives lead us.”

“So you’ll give up? Just like that, without a fight? Ominis, you can’t,” MC replied, a fresh round of tears already rolling down her cheeks. "What would be the point of remaining together if we both know we're only delaying the inevitable? Am I to see you in the halls and in our classes and simply forget what we've built together?"

“Perhaps it would be pointless,” Ominis muttered dejectedly. “But I won’t let them hurt you.” His hand wandered up to MC’s face and held it, wiping at her tears with his thumb. MC suddenly went stiff at his touch, and he recoiled in surprise.

“Ominis Gaunt, you’re hurting me,” MC replied angrily through her tears. She pushed Ominis’ hand aside and stood. “I won’t allow you to be miserable, either. I want to help you. We could work together and find a way out of this. For Merlin’s sake, don't let your family do this to you!”

Ominis sat, stunned at her outburst. The only sounds in the air were the water lapping against rocks and the breeze through the trees. When MC heard no response, a sob escaped her lips, and she turned to leave. Ominis lowered his head, listening to the sound of her hurried footsteps fading away along the trail.

Ominis sat in the shade of the tree and listened to the birds and insects unaffected by the couple's argument in an attempt to distract himself. How he longed to join their carefree existence and never worry about his family again. The water continued to splash on the nearby rocks, and the breeze now felt cold against his skin. He let out a heavy sigh and curled up, hugging his knees tightly and resting his chin wearily upon them.

Ominis’ hand landed upon the robes he and MC had laid out. In her hurry to leave, MC had left hers there on the ground. He felt some dread at the idea of having to awkwardly return it to her while she was so distraught, but he dutifully sat up straight and plucked it from the ground. Perhaps it was necessary to break MC’s heart, but he was still a gentleman who could never let her lose her robe. He brushed the dirt off before neatly folding it, then held it on his lap as he crossed his legs. He imagined her heading back to the castle without it and how chilled she might feel. His heart physically throbbed with pain at the idea of her feeling both heartbroken and cold because of him.

MC’s words came flooding back to him—that they would eventually say their final goodbyes and part ways, never to cross paths again... never to chase away each other's nightmares, find solace in one another's arms or revel in their shared laughter and mischief. His fingers gently stroked the fabric of her robe as he tried to comfort himself, imagining how much happier she would be with someone else, but it shattered him to think about how she would share her life with anyone other than him. She would have a beautiful wedding, tenderly conceive and raise little children in a happy family, grow old and eventually pass away as a contented and fulfilled woman, with her heartbreak over Ominis becoming nothing more than an insignificant adolescent memory.

Ominis knew he could never be fated for a similarly happy existence, but he could also never bring MC into such misery, no matter how happy she made him. Could he even survive his own family as he tried in vain to please them as he had tried as a child when he tasted the cruciatus curse for himself?

Tears dropped heavily on MC’s robe as Ominis gripped it tighter. A quavering gasp leapt from his throat before he could stop it. He clung to the robe, pressing it tightly against his chest and granting himself a small moment to openly mourn.

At his next breath, as he tried to calm himself, Ominis steeled himself and stood. Cleaning and donning his own robe, he held MC’s folded robe to his heart one more time as he prepared for the long and lonely walk back to the castle to find MC and return her robe.

The delicate floral scent of her perfume on her robe threatened to break Ominis again. He could think only of MC’s affection: her unending love for him, despite his lineage and his past, and her sheer stubbornness in loving him. He mustered a faint smile at how insistent she was about remaining by his side despite everything, how she never flinched at the possibility of facing the other Gaunts, and her acceptance of him exactly as he was.

The Room of Requirement had felt too lonely. Trying to sit on the same sofas where she and Ominis had spent so many evenings curled up together only intensified MC's pain. Instead, she had found a serene, upholstered window nook high in a deserted tower in which to hide. There, she clutched a nearby cushion and quietly wept. Gazing out onto the lawn far below, she listlessly watched the other students mill around, happily going about their lives. She leapt when a gentle tap touched her shoulder.

Looking up, MC caught sight of Ominis. She opened her mouth to speak, and her thoughts quickly shifted from anger to protest, and then again to surrender and sorrow. Ominis appeared to be in a similar state, and despite her best efforts, she felt her heart thaw as she looked at his tired, exceptionally pale expression. His lower lip bore evidence of nervous chewing, and his eyes were slightly red.

“Ominis? Do you need something?” MC finally asked in quiet, gentle tones.

She instinctively swung her legs over the side of the nook's seat and made room for Ominis. She carefully watched him sit beside her as he held her folded robe in his lap and refused to turn to face her.

“You forgot your robe,” Ominis replied, equal gentleness in his voice.

MC’s heart sank as she slowly reached out to take it. She studied his face as it wrinkled to reveal profound sorrow.

“So this is goodbye?” MC murmured.

Ominis paused for an extended moment before giving a slow nod. He placed the robe in her lap, stood, and turned away to hide a fresh torrent of tears. MC's gaze dropped to the robe resting on her legs and noticed one of the smooth little pebbles from the pile she had been using down at the lake.

"What's this...?" She whispered.

"I don't want to part with any ill feelings. If you forget everything else from our time together, please—promise me you'll at least keep practicing the stone skipping spell and hold me in your thoughts whenever you use it."

MC clasped her hand over her mouth as the overwhelming pain of her heartbreak violently struck her. She leaned forward and began to cry as quietly as she could manage.

Ominis forced himself to move in the opposite direction. With each step, however, he felt something else slipping away. Beneath the agonizing pain of giving up MC's exuberant love, knowing he was walking into a reality where she would never be waiting for him with a joyful laugh and warm kiss and realizing how lonely he had felt before he met her, something just as significant was fading. He stopped, and his hand tightly clenched as he engaged in a fierce battle against his own thoughts. Finally, he turned back around.

"I can't," Ominis hoarsely cried. MC was taken aback as she looked up at Ominis, his face streaked with as many tears as hers.

"I can't do this. I need you." Ominis tentatively moved back toward MC. He slumped to his knees next to her, and his unseeing eyes gazed mournfully into nothing.

"You're too damned stubborn, and it's apparently rubbing off onto me," Ominis smiled amidst a sob as he wiped at his eyes. "Without you, I lose your love and your sheer enthusiasm... and I lose hope. A world where I can escape my family is almost inconceivable, but you offer me a glimmer of hope that we could find happiness together, free from their influence. Without you, hope eludes me. Merlin, that sounds ridiculous... I understand if you never want to see me again for hurting you this way."

MC fell silent, then she laid her robe and the stone aside, slipped to the floor and sat beside Ominis. She looked deep into his sparkling blue eyes and then, without warning, wrapped her arms around him and nestled her face into the warmth of his shoulder.

"You're such an idiot," MC uttered through tears and laughter that overtook her all at once. "But I need you, too. I need you the way I need the very air I breathe. I wish I could make you understand just how kind and selfless you are, or how rare your endless capacity for love is. But I will never stop trying."

Ominis slowly lifted his arms, encircling MC in his embrace. He slumped forward into her arms and rested his chin on her shoulder. It felt as though he had finally found his way back to where he truly belonged.

"I know you're scared of what might happen when your family learns of me—I'm terrified," MC murmured. "But I know we have the strength to overcome this. The Gaunts will simply have to come to terms with the fact that I'm not willing to let you go without a fight."

Ominis gave an exhausted laugh and held MC tighter. "If anyone can make them understand, I certainly hope it's you. I don't have your optimism, but perhaps someday, with enough patience and the right teacher, I will."

"I have no doubt," MC sighed happily.

MC broke their embrace and reached for the little stone that had been left on the seat. She placed it in Ominis' open palm and closed his fingers around it. Ominis tilted his head curiously.

"Will you still help me practice, too?" MC murmured. "It might seem as though I'm a fearless, ever-optimistic prodigy, but you still have much to teach me, too. I want to know your grace and gentleness. It may take a lifetime, but I'm willing to learn if you're willing to guide me."

"I think that can be arranged," Ominis smiled.

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis x mc #hogwarts legacy fanfic #angst and hurt/comfort™ #Isabel Greymoore

[aclowntiny]

Hiii! Love your writing 💕

Was wondering if you could do a San + firsts? I love those 😭🫶🏻

Of course!!! Can’t wait to for this star 🌟!!!

San + Firsts

First Date: Of course San wants to spend time with you and all he can dream about is an adorable first date, but maybe just maybe there’s an agenda in it for him when he invites you to an animal café. After all, anyone he’s going to be in a relationship with has to be a good pet parent! Plus the sun is filtering in through the windows, all the cute fluffy babies are just begging to be pet, and your smile lighting up is one of the most precious things San’s ever seen.

First Time Holding Hands: You’re on a date at the carnival, lights dancing around you. San is looking at it all with wonder, but it seems you have other plans to get out of it all. “Let’s go in the haunted house!” You exclaim. “Why?” San whines. “Can’t we stay out here?” He isn’t the biggest fan of scary stuff, which you know, but maybe you’ve got something up your sleeve. “I’ll hold your hand,” you purr leaning closer and intertwining your fingers with his, “keep you nice and safe.” A smirk creeps onto your lips at the way San blushes. “Alright, if you really want to we can go,” he sighs, cheeks reddening as you pull him toward the dark doorway.

First Kiss: It happens the same day you first take his hand, this time back out in the safety of open, fried-treat-and-mist-scented funfair air. Moving on with a pouty San from the haunted house, you swear to spoil him rotten with games and fun to his heart’s content as a thank you. He wants to impress you, though, so soon San is taking the helm of a little water shooting stall, dropping a few bills to try his hand at dropping down

First ‘I Love You’: You provide warmth at San’s side as you two wend down the beach, your arm tucked tightly in his. Beneath the crashing water is your voice telling him everything you love about the sea: how powerful it feels to you, how close to the very forces of nature themselves you feel. He watches your expression, the awe and wonder upon your face, and all San can think of is how you're describing the way how his heart feels in the presence of yours. No way can he keep this to himself. “You're far more magnificent than the sea could ever hope to be, and my heart feels just as drawn to the waves of yours.” You giggle at that, beautiful eyes peering shyly ay him as you ask if that’s a quote from a book. “Just me,” he shakes his head, “why? Too much?” It isn’t. You love his words, beam at the way he tells you love makes him do crazy things. “Like this,” he breathes, pulled in by your gravity until your lips meet. “I really do love you,” he tells you when you pull away. “And I you,” you reply, beaming still as your foreheads lay met.

First Fight: It isn’t even the situation, it’s what you say. “Geez, can you please stop sulking?” San’s been sitting there hardly moving with a sad expression on his face, and while you always feel for him this time it isn’t helping you move forward from things. Your outburst has the opposite effect, however, and his head leans back suddenly as he looks for all the world like a kicked puppy. “I- I’m sorry. I didn’t think you of all people would be like this, though,” he adds at the end, voice barely above a whisper. “Be like what, a jerk? I just think we should try to make the best of things is all, and-” “That doesn’t change how I feel!” San shoots back. “Sorry I’m not a better actor.” Something about those words shake you, snap you out of the buzz of annoyance surrounding you. Uncrossing your arms, you sigh. “No, no. I’m not trying to invalidate you or anything, I just…I’m disappointed too. Seeing you upset just made it that much worse and I couldn’t take it. I shouldn’t have snapped.” “It’s ok. I shouldn’t act like it’s the end of the world, I’m just-” “Shhh, shh, there’s nothing wrong with being emotional. Let’s just enjoy next time, ok?”

First Anniversary: San is such a romantic he FOR SURE treats you even on your hundred days! He’s at your door with a teddy bear holding a bouquet, arms open ready to take you wherever you want to go, that cute necklace you’d had your eye on, you name it he’s got it! He’s overtaken with joy at your smile, musing how happy he is to have reached this point with you.

First Pet: Beside Byeol of course 💅🏻 because his sister often has her, you get a kitten of your own for San to spend time with whenever he can! Your choice is a lovely little brown tabby you call Choco 🤎 your very own Sanrio character at home!

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #san #san x reader #san x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #firsts with ateez #ask #anon #requested

[anonymoushouseplantfan]

Meghan and Harry: Episode 1

Why?

Seriously, why?

Bet let’s start at the beginning. I live-blogged the documentary on my Notes app. I wasn’t originally going to post it because I’ve stopped blogging, but omg, this is truly, as Scobie would say, the endgame. Of course, it’s not the monarchy losing the game. It’s the Harkles, They’ve checkmated themselves.

This was a six-hour own goal. I knew it was going to end badly for them when I saw Sunshine Sachs dropped them. Without SS astroturfing positive coverage all over the place they were doomed anyway.  However, the content of the documentary takes it beyond doom and into truly apocalyptic. I bet it has great ratings. It’s a complete train wreck.

[Edited after first liveblog: Netflix is calling it the most viewed documentary ever, but that’s misleading. It barely held on to The Crown’s audience which was its base number, and I doubt it will have the same staying power. Still, not a bad The Crown companion piece for Netflix.]

But let’s break it down.

Episode 1

Starting with shots in an airport lounge and a rented house looking like absolute crap is the weirdest branding idea I’ve ever heard of. They don’t look relatable. They look pathetic.

[I’m editing this after finishing their series and this opening is even more baffling now. Episode 5 covers their last week of royal engagements. First, that segment is a lot more glamorous and exciting than these sad-sack iPhone videos and they really should have opened with that. Second, Episode 5 shows they were elated and super excited after finishing those engagements. They loved the crowd reactions and the press coverage and were over-the-moon with happiness. These videos are supposedly shot after that and they are all sad and mopey and wondering “how they got here.” It’s a huge disconnect.]

The intro music screams “cheap YouTube production.” So does the stock photo montage. Oh, now it’s home movies…why? This resembles the video tab of a super-basic Facebook couple circa 2014. Netflix paid millions for this? I don’t think they got paid $100m, but I bet Netflix shelled out a tenth of that. They still overpaid.

[Actually, maybe they didn’t. The Crown cost $13 million per episode and they likely paid $10 mil for six episodes of Harry and Meghan which got the same audience.]

Now they are in a house (theirs? Victoria Jackson’s? Oprah’s?) that looks like a Restoration Hardware showroom and they look slightly less pathetic but also like they are in couples’ therapy. Oh, she did know who he was. What a shocker. Dimwit doesn’t seem to realize the implications. I wonder if the filmmaker is secretly mocking them.

[The house is a random rental that is now for sale so I wonder if they get a sales commission for the product placement. https://www.forbes.com/sites/emmareynolds/2022/12/20/montecito-home-where-prince-harry-and-meghan-markle-filmed-documentary-lists-for-335-million/?sh=3285e16b74fa]

My husband is watching with me. He was very confused by Meghan’s comment about how “when the stakes are so high” it makes sense to get the story from them. He doesn’t understand why the stakes are high. I told her Meghan is a narcissist and he didn’t believe me. He used to watch her on Suits and despite my best efforts still thinks she’s Rachel Zane. Anyway, he thinks the house looks like an expensive rehab clinic and now I can’t get that out of my mind. I think they are trying to look like the happy couples in When Harry Met Sally but it does feel like luxury drug rehab therapy full of Restoration Hardware furniture. He also asked me what was going on with Harry’s pupils in the airport lounge video. He thought that was weird. I tell him it's cocaine, but he thinks it's Xanax or something like that.

Montage. “They are destroying us.” “This has always been bigger than us.” Oh, please.

Montecito sunset. I guess this is their backyard? It looked better in the real estate photos. Meghan croons “isn’t it beautiful?” and Archie agrees. All I can think of is that these idiots used to live in freaking Windsor Park and now they have my grandma’s yard (complete with chicken coop and everything).

Walking with Archie. Harry mutters “this is a great love story” while pushing an empty newborn stroller (why? Where’s the baby? Is Meghan carrying the baby?). This is surreal. 

Glamorous wedding shot (a melancholic reminder of past glories, frankly) and it turns into a closeup of Harry’s legs. Eew.

Meghan goes to the chicken coop. There’s a lot of cyclone fencing in this house. 

Back to the Restoration Hardware Showroom. Meghan is in sweats because…I don’t know. Weird Instagram family pics including a sad little birthday party for Archie. Good lord, my kids had better parties than the King’s grandson. This is so pathetic. 

Oh, no. She got the cheap Amazon patio furniture protectors. At least they match the cyclone fencing. 

More family Instagram. They are protecting their kids…by putting them in a documentary?

Did I just see Harry’s underwear??!! Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Between the sale of family pics, the family drama, and the plumber’s crack, I’m starting to feel that Meghan married her dad.

Harry talks about consent with regards to his children…but they are too young to consent so it doesn’t really makes sense. Guess he thinks it’s only his consent that matters.

My husband asks if Harry is an addict. I suspect it’s partly his demeanor and partly the inconsistencies in the narrative. Meghan said she’d prefer Prince Harry, and that showed how little she knew about the royals? Media exposure requires consent, but your kids are in a documentary? Harry doesn’t seem to realize that these things make no sense.

I feel the way they structured these confessionals with an invisible interviewer was a big mistake. Oprah’s presence during that interview served to validate their shady claims. She has a lot of credibility so when she nodded and smiled people trusted that. It made their statements credible. Here they don’t have that and all the contradictions are apparent.

They’re in the yard. Meghan is trying to channel Martha Stewart and failing. Martha wouldn’t have cyclone fencing, Megs.

Meghan in sweats in the Restoration Hardware showroom. BIG expensive drug rehab vibes. I bet this is what all the rich women wear at the Betty Ford Clinic. She complains that other people write books about them and “wouldn’t it make sense to hear our story from us?” Actually, Megs it’s becoming painfully clear that the tabloids and royal biographers have made you two look a lot more interesting, glamorous and stylish than you really are. Left to your own devices you two are boring as dry toast.

Really cool shots of London. Whoa, the city looks great! They spent money on these. They probably should have spent that cash making California look good. London is their past and California is their future and so far their past looks a lot cooler and more glamorous than their future.

Tig Instagram pic montage. I wonder who was taking these? She should have rehired the photographer because the family pics she has now are terrible. These were much better. Her Tig life feels a lot more upscale and aspirational than her current Montecito existence which goes to show what good photography can do. LOL, she used the airport with the Ghurka suitcase. Yes, she didn’t know she was going to meet a prince and that’s why she traded in her Rowena for the luggage brand the princes are known to use.

Pics from what appears to be Harry��s private Instagram. Interesting—wait, the Insta rumor was real? What the? Good lord why would you admit that in a documentary???!! This is freaking surreal. Whyyyyy?”

[To those who don’t know. There was a rumor back in 2016 that Meghan was a designated Soho House “companion” and the girls were “advertised” through a private Insta account run by Marcus. If you liked a girl you could DM Marcus and get an introduction…which seems to be exactly what Harry did. I don’t understand why they would mention this in a a documentary. Everyone bought the Violet von Westerwhatever blind date story. They should have stuck to that.]

I wonder how the mainstream audience is reacting to the new instagram story. The original story got a lot of coverage and a critical mass of people may start to wonder what the heck is going on. Even my husband is skeptical and I don’t think he knew the blind date story. 

BTW, the fact that she was following his account was known in Toronto as soon as the relationship story broke. Interesting.

“Friend” talking about Wimbledon. She’s actually Serena Williams agent so I’m not sure why she’s labeled as a friend. Wimbledon, blah, blah, blah. Lol, Again, Meghan’s old life appears a heck of a lot more glamorous than her current one. OMG, she told Serena’s agent she was going on a date with Harry??!! She was telling everyone wasn’t she?

Texting. She was posting all of this to Insta as it was happening which is absolutely hilarious. Actually, this whole documentary reminds of the early days of the relationship when she was posting everything on Insta and leaking stories to US Weekly constantly. They really wanted all of this material out there and waiting until they got paid for it probably took probably took enormous self discipline. Guess they took Doria's "don't give the milk away for free" advice to heart.

I just realized she’s wearing Trevor’s Cartier bracelet during her monologues and that cracks me up. 

More cheap stock footage. Seriously, how much did Netflix pay for this? Endless chat about their first date, which is nowhere near as interesting as they seem to think it is. They should have stuck to the blind date story. It was slightly more interesting. Bad Soho House selfie. 

Nacho shows up as a “friend” and he’s really Harry’s promo buddy. The Silver Tree person was also a Suits director. Everyone is a business contact in this documentary. All these white people in California resort wear are giving me White Lotus Season 3 vibes. 

Baseball hat pics in a messy kitchen…these two are hellbent on shedding whatever royal glamour they had left. Wait, isn’t this an old picture from Toronto? Like real old, first year in Toronto kind of old. What a weird choice.

“Marry someone who fits the mould instead of someone you are destined to be with” followed by a pic of Megs trying to look sexy in a wifebeater shirt. Does the director secretly hate them? He was born in a palace but he had a trailer park heart…she was a tacky actress from the wrong side of the tracks…they were destined to be together selling family pics to the tabloids just like dad…it’s a family traditioooooooon….

Old royal footage…Diana…Charles…childhood photocalls, which Harry seems to resent, but he’s doing the same to his kids in this documentary, so I really don’t understand what he’s thinking. The Diana footage is a big misstep because wow Di was charismatic and these two losers can’t hold a candle to her. 

Thirteen whole minutes of archival footage, most of it stuff his parents “consented” to, and lots of whining about press intrusion. Dude, you’re in a reality show. You’re putting your kids on television. Know where you stand.

Then a slew of private couple pics that they really should have kept private. Love the wallpaper. Bet that was Frogmore. The documentary is rather disorienting. I can’t tell what house they are in or when the pictures were taken.  

Boom. “So much of what Meghan is and how she is is so similar to my mom.” My husband actually rewinds this part to make sure he heard right. Pic of Diana with her kids in the garden and then another pic of Meghan with her kids in the garden. Very similar gardens. Not so similar women.

“He wanted to marry his mom?” my husband asks. 

Cringe video of Archie with a Diana photo. “I didn’t want history to repeat itself,” Harry says.

“He did want to marry his mom,” my husband says, amazed. “So he can save her this time.” Shaking his head. “This is nuts but it’s television gold. Did the brother marry his mummy too?”

“No,” I said. 

“And the brother is the one who gets to be king, right?”

“Yes.”

“That’s good.”

More monologue about their courtship. Lol, they really did leak the handholding painting to the press. Footage comparing Megs to Di and it’s painfully obvious she’s nowhere near as charismatic. 

Diana’s death and more archival footage. This documentary is a humongous downer, isn’t it? Childhood friend of Harry’s I’d never heard about. Was he invited to the wedding? I don't think so. Strong White Lotus vibes coming from this guy.

Diana’s funeral. Harry’s drug scandal. Hellraiser Harry. Bitching about paparazzi. No mention of Vegas, which is weird. You’d think that would be the big traumatic story about media intrusion. I guess he only wants to blame the UK media and Vegas was a TMZ story in the states and the UK media wasn’t allowed to print the pictures so it doesn't fit his narrative.

More whining about royal photocalls…except for the Lesotho photo ops which Harry didn’t seem to mind. Bit of a disconnect there because those were royal pr as well. In fact, it was the way the royals rehabilitated his image after the drug scandal. Seems like Harry only hates the royal pr he can’t personally monetize. Why isn’t Sentenbale getting a shout out? You’d think he would plug the charity here (Audi, Soho House, and JP Morgan got very obvious brand placements) but if he did I missed it. [Edited: Should have added the house to the list of product placements]

LOL, Prince Seesio straight out says that the Lesotho vacation was a response to the bad press in the UK. They should have briefed him better. I don’t think he was supposed to say that.

Botswana vacay with Meghan. Wow, the Daily Mail made this look a lot more glamorous than it actually was. This wasn’t exactly glamping, was it? Were there showers? No, best to not go there. No charities are mentioned. No mention of the “love” bracelets, just a Daily Mail article shot.

More whining about press intrusion then private Halloween pics that really should have stayed private. Lol, they went to a party with Eugenie after the relationship was leaked. Tell me you leaked the relationship without telling me you leaked the relationship. I bet Meghan wanted to post this on her Insta and Jason didn’t let her. I wish they’d let her. The press reaction to the Call of Duty costume would have been epic.

Harry doesn’t seem to be catching on. If you were in disguise and no one knew you went to this party except Meghan, Jack and Eugenie, then who exactly leaked it, Harry? Because we knew about it a day later.

That’s a Toronto newspaper, the same one that had the leak about Meghan following Harry’s private account. At the time the evil British tabloids were actually under the impression Harry was still in England and had cancelled a trip to visit Toronto.

The other outlet who got the scoop early was our old friend US Weekly, and the byline was by a then-unknown gossip hack called Omid Scobie. Given what we know now about their relationship with Scobie. Yep, I think these two just confessed to leaking stories about their own relationship.

The DM had to quote the Toronto paper and US Weekly when they finally broke the story on the other side of the pond.

Interesting that Meghan and Harry’s “new and improved super real love story” is the one that was being leaked in Toronto and not the one that the evil UK tabloids had supposedly uncovered through nefarious means. I don’t understand why they are changing the story, though. The blind date wasn’t a tabloid rumor. It’s what they themselves said during a BBC interview. 

End of episode. Overall, I feel this was a huge missed opportunity. Not much about his work in Africa or her UN/One Young World work. We hear about Harry’s photography but barely see it. It’s their chance to tell their story and their story is “we’re boring and tacky people who sell pics of their kids.” I feel they really wanted to put the “real” story of how they met out there—the IG dog pic, the Call of Duty costume, the crappy Soho House selfie. It reminds me of her old Working Actress blog where she was constantly stressing how unglamorous acting life really was. 

I’m not blown away by the quality either. Their home movies feel cheap and curiously inauthentic. They should have run everything through a filter to make it feel coherent and cohesive. The stock/archival footage is sometimes great (London and the royal family), sometimes cheap (Soho House), sometimes missing (California), and sometimes misleading (pap shots of Chelsy, Cressida and Kate that are narrated as though Meghan was the victim). 

The documentary lacks the authoritative tone most documentaries have. You really feel it’s “their” side of the story and not the “real” story. I think the problem is how they switch from the couples’ personal narrative, confessionals, and personal pics into historical pictures and public royal narratives. The institutional credibility of the royal shots makes the personal material feel biased and unreliable. The videos of Charles and the kids interacting with photographers, in particular are massive own goals because they remind the viewers that everything, including Meghan and Harry’s pictures and videos, includes invisible photographers. It’s just that the Harkles are hiding that from us, whereas the royals are upfront about it. The confessionals in the rehab setting, in particular, were huge mistakes, imo. They feel like reality show confessionals (like the ones the Housewives franchise uses) and viewers are trained to see those as unreliable narrations. Using someone else's house was also a bad idea. It feels fake.

The whole thing feels very chaotic and unconvincing. My husband thinks they are both addicts and I remember thinking that when they first started doing their beanie hat appearances. I ask him why and he cites the dilated pupils, contradictory narratives, family resentments and couch-surfing at other people’s housing. He says it’s standard junkie drama.

Other family members are watching and most of the group chat (lawyers and social workers) reaches the same conclusion: even the royals have junkie kid drama. The social worker says she has tons of clients like Meghan and the all sound the same. “They’re trying to destroy us.” “It’s a great love story.” “I don’t know how we ended up here.” “What happened.” They are all more interested in having their side of the story validated than in actually fixing the problem and they just repeat the same family dynamics over and over again. That’s why Harry is showing us pics of his kids in the house/garden/vacation right after complaining that his parents showed the world pictures of him, his bother, and his cousins in the house/garden/vacation.  She noticed that he posted a pic of himself in military gear (the Halloween pic) as an adult and a similar one of himself a kid. He also posted skiing pics with the royals and then similar pics in the sand in California. She’s says he’s basically re-living his childhood and trying to get it right this time. 

I didn’t expect many people in my family would be interested in this, but they are all having fun psychoanalyzing these two. Everyone thinks this is Harry rewriting his past so he gets to save his mum this time. Meghan’s motivations are less clear. No one believes she didn’t know who he was. The psychologist says it’s weird that Meghan’s side of the love story was just “it was exciting…we just got to know each other….” Her motivation is not that clear, although there was that one story about wanting to be protected from the elephants in the tent. Opinion is split with half the chat thinking she wanted to be rescued by Prince Charming and the other half (the psychologists and social workers) thinking that as an actress her fantasy would be A Star is Born. The psychologist says those two are not that different. In the Prince Charming fantasy you get rescued by an individual and in the Star is Born fantasy you are rescued by an institution, i.e., the studio or Hollywood. She thinks her fantasy was A Star is Born and that’s why she’s so resentful now. I think we’d discussed that in the blog before. Interesting to hear someone else saying it. Meghan didn’t want a love story where she was rescued by Harry, she wanted a Hollywood success story where she was acclaimed as a star by the palace. She didn’t get that and that’s why she’s still upset even though she got the Prince Charming love story. That’s not what she wanted. Harry got the fantasy he wanted, so he’s not as upset. 

Not much support for the theory (mine) that she was manipulating him consciously. Everyone seems to think it’s a case of two mental illnesses falling in love, along with junkie drama. That’s why Harry is so amazed at their “fantastic love story.” He wanted to marry his mum and she wanted to be his mum. That’s a pretty unlikely combination. 

I’m very curious about the “friends” featured in this episode. No Jess, no Markus, no Misha Nonoo, no one from the Suits cast except Abigail Spencer, and no Janina. Everyone seems to be a business partner of some sort. Cory was missing also, but it makes sense that she wouldn’t mention him. Reitman’s wasn’t mentioned either but I guess she doesn’t want to give them press.

I don’t understand why they didn’t lean into the charity work angle. She was doing One Young World and he was working Africa. Her "You can be Both" essay wasn't mentioned either and I feel they should have led with that instead of going with her “single girl trip” and the not-so-glam Botswana vacation. I also don’t understand why we didn’t see more of Harry’s supposedly amazing wildlife photography. After all, they are trying to build a career as documentary producers. You’d think that would be relevant. The big takeaways from this episode are: Meghan is mummy and I saw history repeating itself so I had to save her. “Save Mummy” seems like a weird narrative to craft a brand around, but my husband is right. It’s television gold.

On to the next episode.

[ryncorrect]

The Ssum 2 is actually... not that bad?

It has been 14-ish days since The Ssum: Love From Today (or The Ssum Season 2 if we must) was released. We were introduced to a new character named June, a blonde cutie pie that looks kinda sad (?) and fragile (?) and reminds me of Yoosung from the very first picture release. His voice and the way he talks even gives off Yoosung vibe even more. The spoiler stated, “He has ties to someone from Mystic Messenger,” and I was like, OKAY YOOSUNG????? Or perhaps a little far off, RIKA????? Then bam it’s actually—welp if you haven’t played it yet then I’ll let you find it out yourself lol

The revelation received mixed reaction from “wtf” to “WTF??” and I gotta admit I was one of them who was like,,,,, why,,,,, but it didn’t get to make me stop playing June route because:

- The writing in this season actually gets better

Teo route was boring af (spoiler alert?) boi kept doing part time jobs, we got two couple fights that didn’t even make sense, and somehow he ended up getting involved in a cult like ??????? I know they were trying to build a slow pacing relationship that lasted 200 days and added many “realistic” things but fam this aint it. And don’t get me started with the waiting time in between his chats, like 20+ minutes to wait for him climbing a hill, in a bed time chat? Nah fuk u man

Harry route.... god I hate don’t like it very much because 1) he doesn’t make it easy for me at all, 2) some of MC options in the chat are either gold-diggerish, or very jealous, or mean, or ignorant, and I don’t wanna be that kinda person

Don’t get me wrong, Teo and Harry are good characters and their designs are cool but the storytelling... is really all over the place

Since the writer from Cheritz’s previous games including Mysme is making a comeback in this season for June, playing his route now I can really see the difference. June started off falling in love instantly for MC and in only like 5 days I found out he has terminal disease. Nice. Tragic and angsty and very Mysme of you, June

BUT other than that, the conversation flows nicely, not too short and too long, the waiting time is reasonable, and I love how we get to talk about the planets thing in the chat; MC telling June to write in Gratitude Diary, June telling MC that he likes to read stuffs in Root of Desire, Piu-Piu advising us to look around the planets as we wait for June. It makes a huge difference for me. The whole meeting-a-fateful-stranger-in-some-random-app concept feels more realistic, and those planets are now part of the story and not just there to... exist. Though, it does make me wonder if June has this battery thing going on for him too, and if that’s why he doesn’t call us as often as Teo used to (but I’m still on day 10 and he’s currently trying to recover his health, so perhaps he probably just doesn’t get the energy and time to call us often lolol)

AND I KINDA LIKE PIU-PIU HERE. It feels... useful and friendly now. Piu-Piu in Teo route feels like a mean sassy bird and Piu-Piu in Harry route is just weird and likes to invade people’s privacy

- June having ties with Mysme character

Yes, this is also another reason I keep playing. Finding out that this new lovable character has a relationship with one of my favorite characters from one of my favorite games? I’m sold. I don’t care if this is just some way of Cheritz to get Mysme players into The Ssum. They have the right to do so—I mean it’s their game??? Some people are also saying that Cheritz should just release another contents for Mysme rather than doing this with The Ssum, and I think that’s valid. But Mysme has been running for years already, and keeping an otome game around for this long must be very hard. Releasing another content for Mysme means that Cheritz must gather their old writers, old artists, and old voice actors and perhaps they don’t have the resources to do so

Ofc this reason might not be true and Cherits just simply doesn’t want to work on Mysme anymore, and that’s their decision I’d like to respect

Also, if Teo and Harry made me miss Mysme because of their poor writing, June here actually makes me want to play Mysme again because he’s related to ***** and it’s fun being able to see ***** from different perspective

Moreover I’d rather be a gf of June who has half-brother (oops) from Mysme than being Zen’s ex. Wtf was that

And who knows? Maybe we will get another chara who’s related to V next????? Idk tho it might be too much of a stretch but I’m not gonna complain lol

- Cheritz is trying their very best

Them using AI art is wrong, and they have addressed that issue so I won’t repeat it here. I just wanna acknowledge their effort in making a game we would enjoy. They're pretty fast in handling and responding to our complaints, they still give us some battery freebies in the game so people who can't afford batteries or subscription can save them to play, and tbh you don't have to purchase every paid option in the chat too (I know I don't). Some players also share the paid pictures online, so you can decide to pay just for the pictures you wanna keep. We have a friendly and helpful community ;_;

The subscription price is still too much for many players and I myself can’t afford it every month because I have a family to feed, but I try to understand that in the end Cheritz is still an independent company that has to make profit. They have to pay rent, their employees, and people who work with them. I encourage people who can afford to keep supporting them, and those who can’t, I’m sure Cheritz appreciates our support and feedback just as much!

In conclusion, I just love them and I hope they keep up with the hard work

I want to say much more tbh but I’m kinda tired so now I’ll get back to work—while waiting for June for our lunch chat

#cheritz #thessum #mysme #the ssum #the ssum june #thessum_june_review #thessum june review #the ssum observatory lab june #p.s i love teo i really do

[0sincerelyella]

Can I request a Sam Hubbard one? Sam is leaving for a game and y/n is sad or struggling with her mental Health ( you choose), so he comforts her? Something like a really soft and comfort Sam? Thank you 🥰

Defend you always - Sam Hubbard

Summary: Sam has to go to florida for the dolphins bengals game, y/n had been slipping into her seasonal depression and didn’t have the motivation to move. it made her feel so bad

notes: IVE NEVER BEEN SO EXCITED TO WRITE A REQUEST EVER EVER EVER SAM IS MY FAVORITE DEFENSIVE PLAYER (SAM AND TREY ARE MY FAVS I CANT pls request trey)

y/n curled in the bed, sam’s arms around her waist, looking up at the clock next to her bed. 6pm, sam leaves in an hour. she turned over on her other side. her hand moved to sam’s long hair, pushing it back as he took slow, calm breaths. so close to sleep that he couldn’t determine the line between real and dream.

his eyes opened. “I must be dreaming” his eyes were half lidded, tired as can be. “why sammy?” she asked, in a whisper. a kiss placed to his cheek made his smile spread from ear to ear. “there’s an angel in front of me” y/n smiled, sam took his hands and placed them on both y/ns cheeks, pulling her in for a kiss.

“sam, i’m sorry” y/n had this feeling in her mind for awhile. she’s too far in her own head that she can’t get up to travel to her lovers game. he’s supported her in everything and never missed a game, or a big party, or anything that’s important to her, not one. she felt horrible. but at the same time, she’d rather be able to support him and text him every single detail of the game (knowing he won’t respond, he comes back to hundreds of missed messages and reads every single one) than sit in the stands and be in her own head, panicking and feeling bad.

sam sat up, leaning on the headboard as he tapped his chest for y/n to crawl over to him. “sorry for what angel?” he asked wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a tight hug. she burrowed into his chest with a content smile on her face.

“for not going to the game tomorrow” she whispered. sam ran his hand through her hair and shook his head “no apologies beautiful” he stated, kissing the top of her head. “I would much rather you be comfortable and safe here at home than around people feeling miserable, especially alone.”

she nodded, hugging close to him. “i’m gonna miss you” sam smiled more, loving his beautiful girl so close to him. “i miss you every minute we’re apart but i know your watching the game love, and i know you’ll be right at the facility when i get back to greet me with a big hug”

and that she was. after sam left that night, the next morning y/n watched the whole game, texting him every excitement or anger she noticed knowing he wouldn’t see it but take his time to cherish it later. the day after the game, when she knew the boys would fly home, she did just as sam suspected.

she stood in the facility awaiting her boy to walk out of the locker room with a surprised look on his face. she rolled herself out of bed, still not feeling the greatest, but she was willing to make the sacrifice for her boy.

after a few boys had passed her and given a hello, out came same. he stopped when they locked eyes, and dropped all his stuff

the both began to run to eachother, meeting in the middle for a long, spinning hug.

“i missed you so much” he said earning a kiss from y/n

“i missed you more, and i love you”

“and sam,” she added

“i’m so so very proud of you”

#sam hubbard #cincinnati bengals joe burrow #bengals qb joe burrow’s engagement to long term girlfriend olivia holzmacher leaked by ex nfl star on live tv #bengals wr #joe burrow bengals #bengals lb #bengals wags #cincinnati bengals

[flymmsy]

It is so fucked up, the way people treat modders, they make new content for this game for free and people still cannot follow their TOUs. I know so many people who stop doing mods because of stuff like this, like if you would not repost fanart/fic, why would you repost a mod????

Also I am shocked by the super negative attitude towards mods that is in many fandom spaces (tiktok/reddit) where it is completely fine to shit on them (not talking about racist white wyll mods, they deserve all that), not sure whats the issue there

Not to sound ANCIENT but there’s definitely an attitude towards content that’s changed over time and it surprises me.

BACK IN MY DAY (*cracks hip*) it really felt like what you created was yours - and you were happy to share it with the community but everyone understood that they should also be respectful when content sharing.

Now, we’re seeing the rise of AI and websites just signing away content, and I’m not surprised that some younger people have no idea about what you should credit and what you shouldn’t repost.

It’s sad to see and I have to remind myself that it’s ultimately not any individual’s fault - it’s the way the internet is moving. But because of that we also have to be firm when we draw boundaries to remind people that yes even now some things are cool and some things are still very, very uncool.

Re: being negative about mods - I hate when people do it to specific mods because it shows they have no understanding of the work that goes into it. Now, I’m not an innocent person here and I will admit, I hate all of the Make Gortash More Handsome mods and have made jokes from time to time - but I make jokes about them IN GENERAL and do not point out a specific mod because of what I said - end of the day there was a lot of work that went into that.

But straight up problematic mods, of course fuck those. And there are also times where people need to be called out when they accidentally create problematic mods (like whitewashing when they don’t realize they’re whitewashing).

#Flymmsy asks

[archiveikemen]

Liam Evans Main Story: Chapter 16

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Liam got onto the roof of Crown’s castle with ease, carrying me in his arms — and raced through the air.

The sky I saw while in Liam’s arms was a shade of fiery red, it was so beautiful and made my heart feel full.

Liam: Mm— this is amazing. Kate, look. Notice how the red is getting darker?

Kate: Yeah, I see it. This looks like… a scene right out of a dream.

Liam: A dream? You’re right. Whenever you look at something so beautiful, you'll think it's unreal.

Liam: But does that mean that beautiful things don't really exist in reality? Ahaha, I’m curious.

I couldn't help but steal a glimpse of his happy face as he hopped from roof to roof with me in his arms.

His profile was red because of the setting sun, and his long eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks.

(... I have lots and lots of things to talk to Liam about.)

(But right now, I’m elated that he’s finally back and by my side.)

I wanted to hold Liam’s hand, but I didn't want to spoil the moment because we were both laughing so happily.

… I was so afraid of losing him again that I couldn't bring myself to hold his hand.

After hopping around for a while, Liam stopped at the spot he once said was his favourite and gently put me down.

Liam: Ahh, that was fun! Oh, your hair got messed up, sorry.

Liam’s hand gently combed through my hair and tucked the messy strands behind my ear.

Liam: Looks better now. Mm, you look cute.

It was so gentle, I wanted to return the kind gesture.

Kate: Your hair is messy too.

Liam muttered as I ran my hands through his rose coloured hair.

Liam: … I’m enjoying myself so much right now.

Liam: But I know for sure that you’ll have a much better day tomorrow than today.

Kate: … Liam?

Liam gazed into my eyes and spoke in a voice so gentle, as if he were singing a lullaby.

Liam: Sometimes, I wish that all the sad things in the world will disappear.

Liam: How nice would it be if this were a world where no one has to shed a tear.

Liam: I’m not as intelligent as Will or Harry, so I don't know the complications, but…

Liam: Perhaps deep down in my heart, I wondered if such a world would exist after “fighting evil with evil”.

Kate: Why are you telling me this now…?

Liam: Remember when you asked me a while ago for the reason why I joined Crown?

Liam: I wasn’t able to give you a good answer back then, so I went to think hard about it.

Liam: What I told you just now was my answer.

Liam wore a troubled smile as he spoke about wanting all the sorrow in the world to vanish.

Liam: But that’s not possible.

Liam: I know that the world will never be free of sorrow until the moment the planet ceases to exist.

Liam: Sadness will never truly disappear. You’ll definitely encounter things that will make you sad.

Kate: Things that make me sad…?

Liam: Yes. Big and small.

Liam: You can never completely avoid them.

Liam: However, Kate.

Liam bent down and made eye contact with me.

Kate: …

Liam: I’m sure that nothing can ever hurt all of you.

(That’s…)

That was what Liam said to me the first time we met, when I was about to be overcome by my fear and anxiety.

Kate: “You’re the only one who can know how you truly feel, in the very core of your heart”... right?

Liam: You remembered. That’s right, your heart will forever be yours and yours alone.

Liam: Therefore, you’ll be alright, Kate. I hope you’ll always be someone who believes in tomorrow.

It made me happy that he was repeating the same words he said to me and giving me the same feeling as when we first met.

Liam’s kindness always made its way to a soft spot in my heart.

(But…)

Kate: … Hey, Liam. Why are you saying these things?

Liam smiled while still looking at me as I asked him “why” a second time.

Liam: Hm? The beautiful sunset must be what’s making me sentimental.

For some reason, I got an uneasy feeling—

Kate: … Really?

Liam: Really. Trust me.

Liam smiled his usual innocent smile.

Liam: … Oh look, nightfall is approaching. I don't think the red sky will last any longer.

Liam: For now, at this moment — I just want to keep laughing with you.

…

That night.

— Liam was nowhere to be found.

(... He's not here.)

(... Here neither.)

(Here too.)

Wherever I looked, I couldn't find Liam.

It had only been a few hours since we returned to the castle, so I didn't expect him to be so hard to find.

However, that strange uneasiness I had been feeling since I chatted with him under the light of the setting sun had not disappeared.

I felt that seeing Liam’s face even just once would calm me down a little.

(The only place I haven't checked… is Liam’s bedroom.)

Just as I was about to knock on Liam’s door, I noticed that it was slightly ajar.

(...?)

Kate: … Liam. Are you here?

There were racks of brightly coloured western-style clothes, and heaps of unopened presents — but the room’s owner was missing.

When I was going to leave, I noticed something on the bed.

Kate: …?

It was a brand new typewriter decorated with a single modern rose.

(Why is this… ah.)

I recalled casually telling Liam in the dance hall that the typewriter I was provided with didn't work very well.

(Is this for me…?)

A door that was left ajar. A present that seemed to have been placed in the middle of the bed on purpose.

It was as if he intended for me to find this present, and that thought made my heart start hammering against my ribs.

(I might be overthinking, but it’ll be too late if anything happens to him. I should tell Crown.)

…

Roger: You can’t find him, huh.

Jude: Hah. He only disappeared for a few hours, so what’s all the fuss? This is ridiculous.

Elbert: … Kate.

Elbert: You had a feeling about this.

Elbert: That’s why you want to talk to us. … Right?

Kate: … Yes, you’re right, Sir Elbert. I had a feeling that Liam had been acting rather unusual.

Alfons: There's a saying that cats disappear when they're about to die.

Roger: Hey, hey, Al. Don’t say such inauspicious things.

Alfons: Oops, that was rude of me. I was brought up well.

Ellis: … Kate, do you want to go searching for Liam? Shall we go together?

Kate: Yes!

Harrison: Hey. Can you hear me out before you go searching for him?

His shoes tapping against the floor, Harrison entered the room.

Kate: Harrison, Liam is—

Harrison: I know. I just met with Tom Crawford, the chairman of The Scala.

Kate: … Tom?

Harrison: Yeah. He needed a way to get in touch with Liam by the end of today.

Harrison: But he realised that he didn't know Liam’s contact details and his home address.

Harrison: So he thought of contacting an acquaintance of Liam’s.

(If I’m not mistaken…)

Kate: You once told Tom that you were “a proofreader for a publishing company”. Is that why?

Harrison: Yeah, that's how he contacted me. He told me that he was desperate.

Kate: … What did Tom want to contact Liam for?

Harrison: This.

Harrison tossed a large stack of white message cards onto the dining table.

(Those are…)

Elbert: … These are all written in Liam’s handwriting.

Elbert: … They’re for you, Kate.

Kate: Harrison. Where did you get these from?

To calm me down, Harrison told me in an indifferent tone what Tom had said to him.

Tom felt something was off about Liam’s visit to The Scala in the morning, so he tailed Liam because he thought something bad was about to happen.

Liam went to a florist at Leadenhall Market by himself.

After waiting outside the store for a while, he saw Liam come out from the florist.

Empty handed.

Harrison: He had a bad gut feeling when he saw Liam go to a florist and come out without buying anything.

Harrison: Therefore, he went into the shop and asked the florist why Liam was there.

Harrison: After pestering them so much that he nearly had the police called on him, he finally got hold of those cards.

I picked up one of the message cards sprawled over the dining table and had a look at it.

"Dear Kate.

I’m sorry for disappearing without letting you know in advance. Actually, I’m outside of England right now.

Remember when Tom said that I received some stage acting offers from overseas?

I’ve been interested ever since I got to know about them, so I went abroad to study.

I’m sorry for leaving without an explanation just because I thought it was my lucky day.

I don’t know when, but I’ll come back. Don’t worry about me. Send my regards to the members of Crown.

I’ll write to you again another time.

From Liam, who loves you a lot."

(This letter… what…)

(All of a sudden… I couldn't comprehend what he meant by him being outside of England.)

(The rest of them…)

I looked through the numerous message cards on the dining table, one after another.

The next one was a message meant for the end of my month as a fairytale writer.

And the next was a celebratory message for my birthday.

Then it was a christmas greeting… those message cards were written for special occasions and they went on for the next one to two years.

(... Huh?)

(The number of message cards… they’re decreasing.)

The last message card was meant for three years later, there were no other cards after that.

It was as if during that time period, Liam wanted my memories of him to gradually fade away… until I completely forgot about him.

(... Why is he doing this?)

Harrison: It seems that Liam instructed the florist to send you flowers regularly with these message cards.

Harrison: Specifically the most beautiful bouquets of modern roses the florist had.

The word “modern rose” brought back memories of the day Liam gave me flowers for the first time.

– Flashback Start –

Kate: Thank you so much, Liam. I’ll be sure to cherish them well, so that they’ll keep blooming for a long time.

Kate: If I display them by my room’s window, they’ll definitely bring a smile to my face tomorrow morning.

Liam: If flowers can make you smile every morning, then I’ll give you however many flowers you want!

– Flashback End –

Harrison: He said he promised someone dear to him that he would send her flowers as frequently as possible.

Harrison: He made a request to the florist to have flowers sent to you over a period of 3 years, starting from today.

Roger: … 3 years.

Ellis: … Roger?

Roger: … Oh, nothing.

Roger: Liam asked me a while back, how long it takes for a person to forget someone or something.

Roger: I couldn't say for sure at that point of time, but if we think of it at a cellular level, approximately 3 years.

Roger’s words caused an uncomfortable feeling, but everything started making sense.

Kate: Liam didn’t go abroad to study theatre. He’s just making it seem like he is…

(Otherwise, he wouldn't write those message cards in advance.)

Harrison: Yeah, everything that guy did is a lie.

Harrison: All of it — lies.

Harrison: He’s not a very good liar.

Kate: … Why would he do this?

My heart was thumping loudly in my chest.

An indescribable fear was bubbling and rising from the pit of my stomach.

The pitch black fear that I would never be able to escape from once caught, slowly swallowed me whole.

Harrison: There’s only one reason.

Harrison: It’s a scheme to make you believe that he’s alive.

Kate: … Make me believe he’s alive?

Harrison: …

Harrison: That guy…

Harrison: He wants to erase his own existence from this world.

Harrison: … No.

Harrison: He’s already trying to.

#ikemen villains #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #ikevil main story #liam main story #niki translates

[dreamtydraw]

Hello from the Fishbowl!

Oh I’m so glad you and plant anon agree with me on my vn red flags/icks! Like I said a lot of the red flags and icks I tend to have are really subjective so I get that some people will love what I kinda hate but it’s nice to see I’m not alone on stuff :)

Also, is it bad that I kinda wanna hear more about Heir to Love and Lie? I’ve never played any Fictif games but this sounds like some hot gossip I want in on, tell me more about how bad of a game it is lol. From an outsider perspective I think it’s kinda funny how it’s like “Yes the Fictif app has a bunch of great and fun stories with a ton of good content- NO DONT LOOK AT THAT STORY ITS HIDEOUS-” I know the stories are probably made by different teams so it makes sense that there’s differences in quality but still

Last Legacy and now Roadkill have peaked my interest since I’ve seen you talk about it here (I had never heard of Fictif at all before) but I’ve been a little hesitant to give the games a try because they’re mobile games and frankly I’m not the biggest fan of playing vn style games on mobile, I used to all the time but the grinding for stuff like story keys just to get content that may or may not be good kinda grated on me so I stopped and haven’t looked back. But idk maybe I’ll decide to give Fictif a chance when I have the time, your love for the games are definitely convincing me to give it a shot :)

Also I hope you get better soon and you’re not sick with anything too serious! Take care of yourself!

-🐟

( ok i’ll do proganda about the good game of fictif ask me about htlal on another ask )

Ok so i’ll start by saying that you should def play roadkil, last legacy and monster manor on the fictif app, WITH A CRACKED VERSION! If you have an Android play with a mod app and you won’t have to pay for the special choice ( you still have to wait for keys tho but it’s manageable) I personally use Modyolo. With the mod there is no grind, you just wait for your keys to regenerate to play the chapters.

Why you should play last legacy ? Last legacy is a really well written fantasy romance made by queers, for queers with good queers characters. The narrative is limited but realize that fans of this game haven’t had update in 2 years and we all still love this, that how good the game is for us. What I really appreciate is the approach of the romance, the well-written worldbuilding, and the interesting plot and evolution of the li throughout the story + bonus points the art is really pretty + the music is awesome

This is an otome where you feel the passion of the dev because of all the details and care they put into the characters. It sad that we’ll never get an ending but just because it’s my second favorite otome after Our life i really recomand.

Now another wonderful story on the app is Monster manor. It’s a reviseted tale of beauty and the beast where mc is a reparator that come helps the resident of the manor to fix the place and also fix their issue. Again it’s very well written and although you can get subtile subtext on romance this one is very axed on exploring the character's mental health and their story of self-improvement. ALSO IT HAS A CANON TRANS DRAGON CREATURE WHO’S THE SWEETEST I LOVE HIM HE’S SO WHOLESOME-

Bonus the music is so good i even added it on my spotify- and good art

Monster Manor is one of those stories that leave a very specific feeling in you. I don't know how to describe it but it just has a lot of wholesomeness and character going troughs sad but relatable problems that you see get better and makes you happy that they're healing.

now.... my guilty pleasure.... Roadkil !

THE BROMANCE OF THIS GAME IS SO GOOD I swear

Objectively: This game feels like a wild mess of fan fiction with random scenario after scenario and cliché horror moments, but oh man the ambiance. The best trio of Li, they are close friends, and in the 3 routes the group is just such an amazing friend group. The characters are lovely and it's like reading a bad yet good wattpad fanfic : well written ? no ? But the ideas ? good !

Like i said, this game is based on cliché of horror movies but also on american culture ( which I learned trought this game lol ). It has longer chapters than the other two games (except Tess but Tess got hit by the sexism of a greedy company that wants shirtless men in dating sim to attract gurls ) BUT they all shine.

Poe's route had me ugly crying in the end, Howie's ending is AWFULL but I had a great time, Tess is actually a superbe F Li even whith the dev having to cut her short and ruin her ending, she shine very britgh in the other routes and her own ( for ex she's the one with a shotgun and the one that won you and howie a teddy bear )

I really need more people to play roadkill because it's an underated banger in my opinion and it has many great scenes in the mess of scenarios ( the intro is really good for ecxemple )

Like, when I say not all game needs to be well written? That's what I'm talking about, this one is a hot delightful mess

ANYWAY! My rambling was long but I hope it was interessing !

#fish anon #ask answer #visual novel #fictif app #monster manor fictif #last legacy #fictif roadkill #dreamty's ramble

[saintship]

I was wondering if you could do, either a hc list with the 141 or a fic, with them seeing your sh scars? it could be either platonic or romantic, your choice, and you can take whatever creative liberties you want! love your writings and keep up the good work! ♥️

Thank you for the ask! These ended up being romantic :)

I decided on a good ol’ headcanon list to make sure each of our boys got some love, I’ve had some not so great reactions in my personal experience so I’m glad to provide something a lot better for someone else

Tw: discussion of self harm under the cut

Ghost 💀

- Feels deeply but struggles to express it; so much is happening in his mind he may shut down for a minute

- I would suspect him of some form of self harm at some point in his life, likely not during the time we see him in game but the years following his family’s death were dark

- Doesn’t try to pull the “I know exactly what you’re going through”, but he may let slip that he’s been in a similar position and that’s why he feels such a deep empathy for you

- His favorite way to show support is simply sitting with you in a shared space; he’ll hold you if you ask but is also content just being together, as he values the time he has with people greatly

- The least likely to have a large outwardly emotional reaction

Soap 🧼

- Concerned about the cause of this way of coping (depending on how recent the scars/healing wounds are)

- Smarter than he lets on; notices small patterns that point to the hiding of scars, but waits until you either bring it up or slip up and have scars exposed around him

- If he knows it’s very recent (spotting blood, bandages, etc) you can see in his face how upset it makes him, he hates to see you hurt in the first place but the self infliction just stabs his heart all over again

- Tries his hardest to not make you feel guilty, but can’t hide how sad he is to see it

- Wraps you in his arms, takes you to bed and holds you as close as you’ll let him

- Holding you from behind makes him feel like he can protect you

Gaz 🧢

- Cant stop from running his mouth, ‘I’m so sorry’ ‘is there anything I can do’ ‘you’re still the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen’ ‘please don’t cry, or I’ll start to cry’

- Accepts any form of comfort you need, a day out together, cuddling, a warm bath, just name it

- Loves to love on you, kisses and caresses everywhere

- Encourages you to take breaks

- If the time is right, he’ll make you laugh a bit to see you smile and hopefully take away a bit of the pain you’re in

Price ☕️

- Not afraid to be direct, but gentle in asking about it

- You cannot hide anything from this man, and don’t even try lying because he’ll see it before anyone else

- I have a feeling he really like doing that thing where you thread your fingers into someone’s hair and like brush them through so your hands end up holding their jaw/cheeks

- Just loves you so much and can’t watch you be in pain alone

- ‘I’m all yours tonight. Anything you’d like.’

- I wouldn’t be surprised if one of his employees was engaging in self harm of some kind and he caught them in the act, forcing him to learn a lot of very important lessons very quickly

- And since then, has a gentle, assuring approach to the topic, especially in a relationship because he loves so hard

#cod requests #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #cod mwii #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #call of duty mw2 #captain john price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick

[theamateurartistblog]

The Sad Tale of an Artist's Burnout

I have been burnout over a lot of things but being burnout because of art hits differently. Art burnouts are the worst. Imagine just losing your passion for something or having to force yourself to do so. If this sounds like something you’re going through have no fear, I’m here. Imma tell you how to prevent a burnout and some tips that will help you get back into shape in no time.

Stop Drawing

Mcutie are you serious? Yes, I’m not joking. Stop drawing. Your brain is tired of doing the same thing over and over again, give it a break. Find another hobby, play a game, watch a movie, catch up on a comic or manga (if you want some recommendations I got you;) maybe then you will find inspiration to draw.

Ease your mind a little. What always helps me is ASMRs, find a channel you like and relax to them or put on some Lofi tunes, whatever it takes for you to get your mind out of the sketchbook. Don’t think that when you stop drawing you’re gonna lose your talent, you can’t lose talent but you can lose passion.

Stop looking for likes and views

They'll come eventually, I'm still in the baby stages myself and sometimes it's disappointing not to see any likes or views but that just takes the fun out of art. Social Media is tiring especially with the algorithm doing whatever it likes. If you run an art page why not give it a break a little, maybe the stress of putting out too much content is getting to you.

Also, the self-declared “art critics” don't help either (baby artists please ignore these people, pay attention to the ones who really give you solid advice) so drop social media for a while and post your art unless you want to.

“But Mcutie I need to advertise to get commissions!” (in a future post, I'll give you tips on how to make money with your art). I hear you, but the posts you have in your feed are already enough to tell your audience about what you do and which commissions you’ll take. My advice is to shake it up a bit, instead of Instagram try Twitter maybe art station or deviant art, they have some nice communities on there.

Or better yet create your little website and build a community around it (I'm currently trying this one on Tumblr so follow me on my journey if you want) who knows maybe you’ll find people who respect and admire what you do. ^^

Don’t Compare Yourself!

HA! I need to take my advice. It’s easy to compare yourself with others and let’s be frank there is always gonna be a better artist or athlete or dancer but there is never gonna be another you. The way how YOU draw is different from other artists, no two people are the same and no two artists have the same style unless one artist copies from another. However, it's good to try out new styles and see how you can implement them into your drawings. You may find something that can add an extra spice to your art.

Find Inspiration - Outside!!!

AHA! You thought I was gonna tell you to take up Pinterest and browse huh? Nope! I need YOU to TOUCH SOME GRASS! Look at the clouds find shapes in them, take a walk in the park or something. “But what if it is snowing?” Who cares?! Sit at your window and watch the snowflakes fall you may just find something that inspires you. Doing this motivates you to take up that pen and paper or tablet or whatever kids use these days and draw.

Sleep!! - Please Sleep...

Once again…….I need to take my advice. But let’s face it have you ever gone to bed and suddenly at exactly 3:00 am you get the urge to get creative? That’s what you want! Therefore, get some rest, take a nice bath, rub on your favorite lotion, put on your favorite PJs, and sleep it out. “I suffer from insomnia….” So do I but if it is chronic go and see the doctor maybe you need medical assistance, if not try playing rain sounds or as I said earlier find your favorite ASMRist and just close you’re eyes and fall asleep.

In Conclusion....

At the end of the day, something is gonna burn us out whether it is work, hobbies, or just life in general but the thing is we do not want to stay in a burnout. Besides if you stay in a burnout you’ll just shrivel up and die. So try my tips and if you have anything to add say it in the comments so others can benefit from them. Until next time stay healthy and stay cute.

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#art tips #art help #artist health #mental health #burn out #beginner drawing #beginner artist #art blog

[highonmarvel]

Still

content warning here!

Bar On Jax Masterlist

Previous Chapter: Bad Things

Bucky was tired; he didn’t think he had it in him to put up another fight, so, he too decided to try to get some rest—it would be easier to control his temper, right? If he was just a little more energised. Despite his lassitude yet as he expected, he barely slept, in and out of rest through the night, constantly checking to see if your breathing patterns were normal or if you had woken up—you slept like a baby.

Before the sun, he decided to just get out of bed; he was restless, trying to think of anything he could do for you as he paced the kitchen—the food would go cold or cereal soggy if made up breakfast for you now, but taking care of you always made him feel good, he thought maybe he could give you a nice, warm bath, but he didn’t want to wake you. He decided to make coffee for himself, and downed three mugs in the span of just a few minutes, more concerned with getting caffeine into him than enjoying a morning cup.

The birds started their song and and he made his way back to his bedroom, where he was surprised to find you awake, and staring straight at him.

“Hey, doll,” he cooed as he stepped into the room slowly filling with sunlight, “How’d you sleep?” he asked as he sat on the bed and softly caressed your cheek, a pang of guilt hitting him as he moved his hand up and down your tear-stained cheeks, and he briefly wondered if they were from during the night, and how he had missed them.

“I don’t know, James,” you sighed, “I have my wrists bound above my head, and, contrary to popular belief, it’s not the most comfortable position to be in, let alone sleep in, would you believe it?”

The anger he felt at your snappy comment was mellowed by the guilt he felt of having you in that awkward placement, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t there. He knew you weren’t stupid, no, far from it, so why would you try be snippy while in such a vulnerable place? You had nowhere to go, had you any idea how easy it would be for him to—

He stopped his thoughts and took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, doll, I really am,” he mumbled, looking everywhere but your eyes, yet your rage-filled gaze still burnt through him, “But this is only temporary, alright? And—”

He felt a tear drop fall onto his thumb.

“No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, doll, why the tears?”

He decided he couldn’t avoid the faux-hatred (he was sure you loved him—he knew it) in your eyes as he met your gaze, bringing his other hand up to your cheeks and wiping at your tears, “Sweetheart, it’s okay, I promise, everything is alright, I’m here, and I’m gonna take such good care of you, doll—anything you want.”

“I want to leave,” you choked out

“Baby, I’m sorry, that’s the one thing—”

You made one of those loud gasps that people make when they’re trying so hard not to cry but they needs to breathe, and he actually paused for a moment. What was he doing? Had he overreacted to you just being understandably upset? Truth be told, it didn’t matter to him—he was in too deep now, and you were sinking with him.

“I can’t do that,” he continued in a deathly grave timbre, one that even shocked him with how low it was, “But I will take care of you,” he promised in a lighter tone, “You’ve gotta eat something,” he told you as he stood.

He returned moments later with a bowl of cereal.

Fuck. No.

You briefly wondered if you were going insane so soon into this mind game with your mood swings, but now, you were angry again. The sad sapphire tears that had kissed your cheeks were turning into angry waves as hot liquid spilled over your face.

James lifted the spoon to your lips and you opened your mouth as he pushed it in. When he pulled out, you spat in his face.

You immediately regretted it.

You froze, shocked at your action and wondering where you had gotten the fucking balls. You waited for his jaw to clench, for him to get mad at you, to yell, maybe even hit you—but he didn’t. He stood up taking the bowl with him and he left the room. You couldn’t even be relieved to be alone; was he coming back with a fucking gun or something? A knife?

He didn’t come back for hours—he was gone as the sky grew light and then dimmed and then dark. The first few hours you had struggled against the rope, but all that did was rub your wrists raw until you couldn’t move them anymore without an unbearable stinging. He had left you ungagged, but you seriously worried about why he had done that; sure, he lived a little out of the way—not really in a neighbourhood, but not so far that if you really, really strained your lungs and someone was walking by, they just might hear you—but an assassin wouldn’t be so careless with a detail like that unless he explicitly knew it wouldn’t be a problem. So you didn’t scream. After crying so hard you choked, rubbing your wrists raw against your restraints, kicking around for anything to help (which you regretted because when it began to get cold, the blankets were long gone), and twisting and turning to try to slip out, you were exhausted and sweaty when he walked in the door.

“James!” you called out as you straightened up as much as you could in the awkward position, “I’m so sorry,” you apologised. Truthfully, you were; you would rather have him in the room with you so you could better predict his actions than leave him to his own devices outside your perception, worried he was getting something to hurt you, or just abandoning you there, leaving you to starve.

He didn’t even look at you, his eyes instead trailing the scattered sheets and pillows on the floor.

“I’m sorry,” you apologised for that too, “I can clean it up!”

He gave you a flat stare, “Nice try.”

You slumped your shoulders as he disappeared into his bathroom.

Bucky had nearly died when you called out his name when he came back, like you were a puppy excited to see its owner’s return. After leaving you, he had honestly just loitered around his home, pacing the living room, reading books that he couldn’t even really focus on, and laying on his back on the floor or on the couch. You still preoccupied his thoughts, but he forced himself to stay out for a while; he thought maybe you would call out to him, that you would beg for him to come back if he left you alone—he knew how lonely you were; it was the reason he could get you in the first place. Admittedly, he was a little embarrassed you hadn’t once said anything (the only sounds coming from his bedroom were grunts as you struggled and the occasion loud sob) but his heart shot right back up when you had called out to him. And when you had apologised? Twice? The optimist in him hoped these were the first steps to get you to just submit.

He kept a straight face and made sure to avoid eye contact with you, or else he would lose if and want to kiss you all over. He observed the messy floor and heard you say,

“I can clean it up!”

He suppressed an eye roll, thoroughly irritated by the fact you thought for even a second he was that gullible, “Nice try,” he deadpanned, before slipping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him, were he stood with the most giddy, schoolboy-like grin on his face.

You hadn’t eaten or bathed today, both of which he was looking forward to helping you with. He started the bath and poked his head through the door to tell you, “I’m running you a bath!”

You stilled at his words.

“Can I do it alone?” you asked.

“No; I’m here.”

You threw your head back and choked on the word, “Please,” you begged, “Please, James, this is fucking humiliating!” you cried.

He didn’t really take in your words—he tilted his head and contemplated whether or not he liked you speaking to him like this; on the one hand, he guessed communication was key in relationships, it’s what he’d heard, but maybe you were getting too confident now.

He so badly wanted to reply, but he wasn’t about to turn this into a whole thing when it was final regardless.

He sighed; as soon as he stepped back into the bathroom, he heard your kicking start up again. He quickly turned off the running water and walked back out to you. He was a little more concerned than irritated; your wrists were badly hurt.

He didn’t do anything to stop you, and you didn’t stop fighting even when he came back into the room. He walked out and to the kitchen. You were only exhausting and hurting yourself, you just needed to rest.

From the locked top cabinet, he pulled out a small bottle and unscrewed the cap with a dropper attached to it. One, two, three drops in your glass when he was ready to put the bottle away. As he closed it again, the scribbled name across the label caught his eye.

F. Temple

Oh God, he returned with a glass of water. You stopped flailing your legs as he approached and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Drink,” he instructed, raising the glass to your lips, but you refused, shaking your head and sealing your lips tight.

“Drink,” he instructed again, more firmly this time, but still you declined, this time squeezing your eyes shut. That was, until, the skint of a knife.

Your eyes shot open, wide on the metal hand next to you as he twirled his knife. He stood, the knife in his left hand and glass in his right. With a sigh that gave off I was hope it wouldn’t have to come to this energy, he slipped the knife under your restraints and ran the blade slowly across your raw wrists, not making a cut. You resisted the urge to squirm, and he looked down at you with a raised eyebrow. You still shook your head at him.

He angled the knife downward and the tip of the knife lightly pierced into your already-sore skin. You winced, but didn’t say a word to allow him to give you the drink you were sure he had drugged. He shrugged, and dug deeper, the knife surely going one, two, three centimetres below the surface. You screamed and tried to pull away, but that only allowed for him to go deeper.

“Stop!” you shrieked, and he did; he didn’t go further, but presented the glass back to your lips. In your sobbing state, you still refused, shaking your head and choking on your pleas for him to pull out—he didn’t, he pushed the knife further in until you finally yelled at him for to just fucking give it to you, afraid if he went any further the blade would surely pierce right through you and poke out on the other side.

You only managed to gulp less than half the glass with the rest of the water spilling onto your chest, but felt the effects immediately. Surely, you had died. Your body went so heavy you felt your own weight might crush your lungs, and you fell so still you were sure somehow that drink had paused everything within you—when blood’s not pumping through your veins anymore, you really realise how harsh the thumps were. You felt like your blood wasn’t rushing anymore, everything in you was just so still, frozen over. Surely, you had died.

The sound of James’ sigh was so loud you would have clamped your hands over your ears if you could move them, and the feeling of his hands against your skin was fucking overwhelming; your cold body could feel his every pulse through his veins as he wrapped his arms around and you and scooped your up bridal style, and his heartbeat threatened to bust your eardrums as he pressed your head against his chest, supporting your neck with one hand and holding you with the other.

His footsteps boomed as he walked to the bathroom, where he set you down in a corner propped up by the wall with a kiss pressed to your forehead. The tiles were cold against your thighs, exposed by your shorts, and your arms felt the same, exposed by your t-shirt. You were surprised you could even sit up, because, even as you were supported by the wall, you were so off-balance, it felt.

The sound of water rushing from the tap was so loud you could have sworn you were in the middle of a waterfall, but you couldn’t even bring your eyes up to look over as James ran the bath.

After a few minutes of sitting through the loudest thing you would ever hear in your life, he scooped you up again and sat you on the toilet as he undressed you. You couldn’t even bring yourself to feel embarrassed, for his hot hands and the cold seat were confusing your senses, and you were sure this would give you a cold once you recovered from being drugged. You were at least grateful his gaze didn’t linger on your naked form for too long, but you couldn’t miss the twitch of his jaw and the rising of his pants.

You were also grateful the water was just the right temperature compared to the heat and freeze of everything else that was touching you. And you were grateful that James was gentle as he washed you, though your wrists stung as they were swallowed by water, and your deep cut burnt so much you were sure it had caught fire. But you couldn’t react—not physically, anyway.

I wonder if I’m peeing right now, you wondered, trying to take your mind off your humiliating dependence on a man you barely knew, I haven’t peed in, like, two days.

You had gotten a bit used to your heightened senses when James pulled you out of the tub and wrapped you in a towel. He was quiet the entire time he washed you, dried you off, and rubbed lotion into your skin and deodorant under your arms. Vanilla and honey, the lotion smelt like. He pulled one of his t-shirts over your head, which was obviously big, acting as a nightie for you.

He finally spoke when he had laid you down on the bed, “I’m not sure if I should tie you up again,” he sighed as he took your wrists in his hands, running his calloused thumbs over your scars. He dropped your hands and though they fell to the mattress, it still felt pretty sore for you.

His eyes lit up with an idea and he moved to his side of the bed. You couldn’t see what he was doing as you lay staring at the ceiling, but a bit of shuffling later you and were stilled. Completely stilled. Eyes shut, you couldn’t even move your pupils side to side under your lids—you couldn’t lift a finger, move a toe, you wondered if you were even breathing. You lay so unmoving you a rock would have envied you—but you couldn’t even be concerned about it on account of your sudden heavy exhaustion.

The drug was weird, James knew first hand, but it was the easiest way to maintain some level of control over you, as much as his controlling actions disgusted him, like he was turning into the people he hated.

Your chest wasn’t rising and falling, so he really couldn’t tell if your breathing had changed to indicate you were asleep, so he lay still next to you for an hour or so—he knew it would exhaust you regardless, but he wanted to play it safe, knowing the sensory overload of him shifting, tossing and turning, would be a lot to handle. It was a lot for him to handle the first time, and he was obviously stronger than you.

He didn’t sleep well—he never did.

He beat the sun to rise and the birds to sing as he hummed while he prepared you food for this morning.

As much as he hated to wake you, he did when he came back after tying you back up.

Your eyes shot open with a deep gasp, and he watched you get used to the feeling of breathing again, the feeling of your stomach acid churning, you heart pumping, your veins pulsing.

“I made you breakfast,” he commented as he pulled up a chair next to you, “And you’re eating today.”

You had to. You not eating was probably the cause of most of his stress yesterday.

He was glad to see you desperately nod and open your mouth when he presented a spoonful. You visibly had issues swallowing and keeping it down, but that was all side effects. He was mildly surprised you didn’t ask if he had drugged it, but took it as a good sign; maybe you were beginning to trust him more.

You got more used to it the more bites you took and he was happy when you had finished the bowl.

“Want more?” he asked as he stood. You shook your head.

What the fuck was that drug, you wondered as he left the room, head throbbing, though you couldn’t tell if it was a headache or just blood rushing around as normal. Granted, you had never been drugged before, but that was so not normal. And he seemed to somehow control you with it, as subtle as it was. How the fuck… you pondered that maybe it was some high tech new thing from Stark or Banner or something to do with the Avengers, maybe even Hydra, but still, it baffled you how a glass of water had such a fucking impact.

You were glad he didn’t seem to have done anything to your breakfast, because you weren’t sure if you could go through that weirdness without dying this time. While he was gone, you found yourself every once in a while trying to name items in the room, feeling so disorientated you were worried you were having a stroke.

Pillow, drawers, James—

“James!” you called out as he stepped back into the room, admittedly embarrassed at how eager it came out, “Hi,” you tried again, cooly this time.

“Hey,” he returned with a smirk, clearly chuffed with himself for causing your excitement, and though you wanted to slap that fucking look off his face, you shook the thoughts and spoke,

“Maybe we can do something today,” you offered, “Watch something.”

The entire reason you were in this position was because you had ignored him (while in a depressed state, might you add)—maybe he just wanted attention, to spend some time with you, and maybe if he took you to the living room, you could find a way out the front door.

He pondered this for a second, observing you so harshly you fought not to squirm under his gaze, instead holding it, and briefly wondering if he could read minds and see past your plan. But he smiled in the end.

End of Still.

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Next Chapter: Officer

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[hansols-yoda-boxers]

How about 3 and Jeonghan??

Jeonghan x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1866

Contents: dry humping, hand job, marking, hair pulling, lil bit of begging, d/s dynamics

“Beg for it, darling.”

So pretty.

So fucking pretty.

He was truly unreal. It was honestly unfair that someone should be so beautiful. Every feature of him was utterly perfect and you knew him growing his hair out was going to make you weak in the knees. Still, you were completely unprepared for this. For the soft, oversized flannel, and for his pretty hair in curls framing his angelic face.

It was making you,

In a word,

Feral.

And so, like a lioness, you stalked towards the delicious sight the second you saw it. He came through the door to your apartment with such a bright smile and cheerful greeting. It took every bit of your self control not to let onto your intentions. Luckily you didn’t need to for long. The second he was settled on the couch you threw a leg across his lap, straddling him in one swift motion.

“H-Honey?” He chuckled.

“You look so good today, darling,” you purred, playing with his hair between your fingers. You were careful not to run your fingers through it lest you catch a knot. You didn’t want to cause him any pain.

Well, not yet, anyway.

“Ah,” A grin tugged at his lips as his hands came to rest on your hips. “Do you like this style that much?”

“It suits you so well.” You hummed.

Jeonghan couldn’t help his giggle. “It’s too easy to get you all worked up, honey.”

“Oh?” You quirked an eyebrow at him. “Is it now?”

“Of course.” He took one of your hands in his and gently placed a kiss to the back of your knuckles. “You just can’t resist me. It’s cute.”

You hummed, working your fingers into his hair and massaging his scalp as you shifted in his lap. “So that’s what you think.”

“You can’t tell me it’s not true.” He countered. “Not when one change in hairstyle has you jumping me.”

“You should be more careful with your words.” You purred.

He leaned in to kiss your nose. “Sure thing, honey.”

A frown tugged the corner of your lip down. He knew he was playing a dangerous game pushing you but he seemed far too sure of himself. You knew that he knew that it only made you want to ruin him more. You couldn’t give him the satisfaction of getting you worked up and frustrated, it would only make him more smug. It was better to mess with him just a little.

“You’re not taking me seriously.” You pouted.

He gave you a curious smile. “I’m just playing with you, hun.”

You dropped your gaze. “Yeah, okay.”

Jeonghan squeezed your hips. “Hey.” He murmured softly. “Look at me?”

You peeked up to look at him, fighting to keep a straight face.

“Why are you getting all sad? I always tease you.”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m just a little emotional today.” You started to shift off his lap. “But since you’re just being-”

He stopped you, gripping your thighs tightly and coaxing you to settle back in his lap. “Baby, I’m sorry.” He frowned. “I’m only messing with you. I didn’t know you wanted to be taken more seriously.”

You almost felt bad for him for how hard he fell for your deception.

Almost.

“I just wanted to be close to my handsome boyfriend. You look so good and your hair is so pretty like this. I just hoped you would play along for me today.”

“Hey.” He hummed. “I’ll do whatever you’d like, honey.”

“Can I have a kiss?” You pouted. 

“Of course.” He hummed. You leaned in and he closed the distance, pressing a slow, loving kiss to your lips. You tangled your fingers into his hair as you melted into kiss after slow kiss against his lips. His hands stayed on your hips, squeezing them gently and reassuring you. You pressed nice and close to him, enjoying kisses.

And biding your time.

You didn’t want to take it too fast. Despite how badly you wanted him this had to be done delicately if you wanted him falling into just the right reactions. And that meant you needed to make him needy too.

You waited just a little longer, letting the kisses get deeper and a little more wanting before starting to shift your hips. It was shallow at first, getting barely any satisfaction from it. But you could be patient, especially when your boyfriend was starting to pant a little, heavy breaths between kisses and fingers tightening their grip on you.

You led the kisses, tongue slipping past his lips and letting out your own small moans as you ground down a little harder. You could feel him underneath you, little by little growing harder, and giving you a little more to grind against, a little more sensation. You let a moan fall from your tongue to his, drawing a similar sound from his lips. 

Gently, cautiously, you tightened your grip in his hair. Jeonghan let out a groan in response, hands squeezing your hips. You fought back your grin and kissed him a little while longer, slowing your hips down and moving more roughly. You felt the shallow way he pressed his hips up into you, clearly starting to lose himself in the sensations.

Just how you wanted.

You moved from his lips, just to the corner of his mouth, pressing a kiss there and feeling his pout in response. You fought back your own smile at that and the small whine that left him. Instead, you focused on shifting down to kiss along his jaw and then to his neck. Experimentally, you tugged back lightly on his hair. He let his head fall back with a groan, easily following the lead of the fingers tangled into his hair.

You just adored when he got this pliant. Moving his hips for that little bit more that he wanted, letting his head fall back or lips fall open or anything else you coaxed him to do. You didn’t say a word, not wanting to mess with his headspace at all, instead sucking on a sensitive spot at the base of his neck and taking in his gasp and the whiny moan that fell from his lips.

For just a little longer you ground on him before shifting your hips back and letting a hand trail down his chest. Fingers in his hair you tugged his head back just a little harder as your hand found his clothed cock, hard under your touch. Jeonghan let out a beautiful moan at the contact, hips bucking up towards your hand as much as they could as you started palming him.

Soft curses fell off his lips as you left marks all over his neck, getting a little rougher with your movements, teeth nipping at the delicate skin and drawing hisses and whines from his lips, hips shifting under you and cock twitching under your touch. Your hand tugged at his hair, pulling his head to the other side, marking up more of his neck and finding one of the most sensitive spots. 

“So good,” His voice was breathy and just a little whiny. A good sign. Still, you didn’t want to affect too much by talking just yet. You hummed against his skin in response as your fingers started to push into his sweats, quickly bypassing his boxers as well before wrapping around his cock.

“Please,” He groaned. You fought the grin that was threatening to overtake your lips as you started pumping his cock, satisfying but too slow and you knew it. Despite his moans you knew it was only a matter of time before he got frustrated with the impending plateau right before his release.

You left a few more marks on his skin just above his collarbone, reddish-purple marks blossoming over his skin in a beautiful array. You only pulled away to find his lips again. When you met him in kisses they were far more desperate. He was needy and pliant and followed every movement of your lips and tongue. You let a few monas off your lips, against his tongue in your series of kisses.

It took only a few more minutes for him to be bucking into your hand harder and whining against your lips. From his moans, his movements, the twitching of his cock in your hand as your movements slowed ever slightly, to the sounds that were falling off his lips as you pulled away from him, only chasing your lips for a moment before relenting. He fell back against the couch, moans falling off his lips and eyes closed.

A smirk curled your own as your hand slowed more and more and you watched the beautiful sight of him, pleasure giving way to frustration and whines falling off his lips before he opened his eyes with a pleading expression.

“Feeling good, darling?” 

“Honey,” his voice was whiny and sweet and you relished in it.

“Come on, answer my question.” You purred.

He let his eyes fall closed as your hand nearly came to a stop. “More.” He groaned.

Your fingers tightened in his hair and you tugged his head back, sharply, harshly. His eyes flew open as a gasp fell off his lips.

“I said, answer my question.”

“F-Feeling good,” He whimpered, fixing you with sweet doe eyes. “More?”

You leaned in closer, keeping your grip on his locks.

“Beg for it, darling.”

“P-Please. Please, more. Please can- let m-me- please cum. H-Hon- mmmm-” He moaned as you started to move your hand again. “J-Just a little- l-little more. Please please p-please.” 

It was a testament to how needy he was that he fulfilled your request so readily, all the time fixing you with a desperate, hopeful gaze.

“Such a good boy.” You cooed, tightening your grip around his cock before pumping it quickly.

His hips bucked up under you and his eyes rolled back as he let out his prettiest moan by far. You lean in, nipping at his ear before murmuring to him.

“Love when you get so sweet for me, darling. Cum for me like a good boy.”

A broken moan fell from his lips as he came, strings of hot, sticky cum landing on your hand and dripping between your fingers as you worked him through his high until he was fully spent, the look of pleasure on his face falling to one of peaceful satisfaction and bliss.

You finally pulled your hand away and released his hair, instead cupping his cheek with your clean hand and resting your forehead against his as he caught his breath.

“You were so good for me, baby.” You hummed.

“I bet you weren’t even sad.” He chuckled.

“You bring bratty always makes me a little sad.” You offered.

He pressed a kiss to your lips. “I’m gonna wear my hair like this again. But I won’t fall for your little tricks next time.”

You sat back just a little, grabbing his chin and tilting it up to meet your eye. “Just remember that being mean to you is just as much fun as being nice.”

He grinned at you. “A challenge I’m willing to accept, honey.”

#seventeen smut #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt smut #jeonghan imagines #jeonghan smut #yoon jeonghan smut

[lightwise]

2 and 12 for the ask game please

Since you had to share one question I’ll answer an extra one here as well for you 😉 also wow these got really long and a little more intense than I expected. Hoping to not incite any violence with these answers but I did get pretty heartfelt here.

12. Name a common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing.

Since @heyclickadee covered some of the opinions I have about pro-Jedi vs Jedi-critical perspectives, I’m going to go with a Bad Batch peeve I have. Honestly, it extends to more of a general media critique and concern as well.

I get really sad when I see people choosing one of these three stances:

1. Hating Crosshair for what he’s done/claim he needs to spend the rest of his life making amends and that he deserves everything that’s happened to him,

2. Hating the rest of the Batch (and Hunter specifically) claiming that they didn’t do enough, that they abandoned Crosshair, that they are horrible people who left their brother behind with no remorse and that they deserve everything that’s happened to them,

3. Hating Omega and considering her a dumb little kid who took Crosshair’s place with his brothers, ruined the show, and is otherwise just a stupid girl character that they don’t want to take seriously.

Now, of course it’s everyone’s right to like or dislike any character(s) or parts of a story that they want to. But one thing that is always really beautiful about TCW and TBB especially is the amount of nuance they strive to convey through their characterizations and plot lines. Very few people in these shows are all good or all bad, and even if they fall squarely on the side of evil vs good, we’re often given reasonings as to why they’ve chosen the paths and beliefs they have.

In addition—family is complicated. The close relationships that are portrayed between the Batch members, the addition of the chip’s influence and circumstances outside of their control, and the twisted difficulties that can come when the people closest to us hurt us, is something that is not one sided and requires a lot of nuance to navigate. Everyone and no one can be to blame in a situation, everything can have gone horribly wrong and yet people can still be sorry over it and seek reconciliation, and people can seek to repair the mistakes they’ve made and it will never erase or make up for the harm that has been done.

All of those contradictions exist in real people, in real life, and I believe that these shows want to portray that as best they can. Broken people who care and who are doing the best they can with the information they have and the motivations that they carry, in a world that they did not create and don’t fully have control over. I think this makes good storytelling (even if the story itself doesn’t always go the way I expected or wanted), and I think it’s good to have compassion for fictional characters just as much as real people. That’s how I hope to approach stories that I love, at least.

Also, sorry, but I have to throw in this classic. Stop blaming Kathleen Kennedy for everything. Like seriously people. I am neither for nor against her, I really don’t have strong opinions one way or the other. But I do know how corporate structures work, and I do know that she may be atop the structure and therefore the most visible for disgruntled fans to throw their ire at, but in all seriousness, she does not know the details of every single tiny aspect of what gets put out there, and she is not the only person making decisions on everything. She either directly or indirectly brought us Rogue One as well as the Kenobi show as well as Andor as well as Mando and TBoBF. In other words, there have been critically acclaimed and fan loved content under her leadership, as well as fan hated and critically meh projects. She’s not (always) the problem that fan bros like to claim she is. Lots and lots of people work on these projects. She’s just doing her job as well as anyone in that position likely would.

3. What is the worst part of canon?

I’m going to go with something that I figured out today as I’ve been rewatching both the Sequels and the OT—I started with The Force Awakens and was trying to decide why some parts of this movie are so freaking great and others fall just completely flat, especially compared to the original it’s styling itself after, A New Hope. There are lots of points I could make here especially related to Kylo Ren and Finn, but I had this revelation today for something that bothers me.

In TFA, and other modern Star Wars projects, there’s so much exposition where a character is essentially explaining themselves to the audience via a monologue to another character, but the topic isn’t necessary to their interaction or the scene. Whether it’s bringing in “fan service” moments or trying to explain 20 years of backstory that we’re never going to be shown on screen, too many things are just spouted off and/or overexplained for the audience’s benefit.

Whereas in ANH, everything we learn about the Force, Anakin, Luke, Han, Han’s debts, who Jabba is….it all comes from natural conversations between two characters. It doesn’t just feel like it’s for our benefit, it feels natural for both characters to be adding in these details or talking about certain things. And if it’s not something that these characters would need to say to each other in a particular scene, we don’t find out more details until we need to know.

I wish that modern script writing took into account that audiences are intelligent, we can have patience, and we can watch a story unfold without knowing everything up front. (I know, I know, Star Wars Twitter would beg to disagree with me). I just want to watch a story unfold, not be lectured at or be patted on the head through a screen. The good old adage “show, don’t tell.”

#that got a little heated #I probably have more specific worst canon moments #but that’s what stood out to me today #asks answered #ask game #choose violence ask game

[silversweetpea]

Making a Decision

Word Count: 852

Pairing: The Corinthian x Reader

Summary: A quiet conversation, a silent decision, and love. Always love.

Warnings: A super brief mention of blood (literally just the word and knowledge that it is on the Corinthian), a comment that could be taken in a sexual manner but is meant more in the sense of cuddling and/or kiss. other than that it’s fluff folks (no one’s surprised lmao)

Author’s note: Do I know that he’s a literal serial killer? Yes. That being said there’s something extremely interesting about the Corinthian’s character to me and after so much time analyzing him I’ve gotten a bit obsessed and am looking for any excuse to show him kindness. 

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“So, what now Rin?” The sunset is beautiful, shades of purple and pink that reminded you of the cotton candy still dissolving on your tongue. The day had been just as beautiful, your hand in the Corinthian’s as the two of you took turns dragging each other to different carnival rides or games. Only now that it was ending did you let yourself think of how much the way he was looking at you felt like a goodbye.

You wanted to take the glasses off his face, to rest them on the top of his head and see him in his entirety. The rest of the world may not care for it but you stopped caring about their opinion when you first slipped your hand into his and asked to run away with him. You didn’t, but you did allow your hand to come up and trace the sides of is face. 

“We could open a bakery.” His lips curl into that snide smile you love, the one that lets you know he’s only mostly joking. Today though, knowing that your time is running out, it feels sad. It’s hard to tell if your partner is showing his hand that much or if you’re projecting your own emotions onto him. Either way the drawl brings a quiet laugh from you.

“I’m sorry what?”

“A bakery. You know. Breads. Doughnuts. Cakes with those little roses made of icing on them.” You entertain it for a minute. Let yourself really imagine the Corinthian in the kitchen, tan suit switched out for a much simplier shirt and pant pairing, flour across his apron and over his hands. You could run the cash register and he could create to his heart’s content. 

He sounds so sure of himself when he suggested it, and when he brings his hands to rest on your hips, you close your eyes. You can pretend the wind that blows past you two smells like dough and that the two of you are swaying alone in your kitchen instead of in a small clearing next to a closed down carnival. 

You want to say yes again. To siege that impulsiveness that came over you when you first saw him splattered with blood and asking your opinion on dreams. It wouldn’t be hard. in all the time the two of you shared together he had denied you very little, you could play into this fantasy for a minute couldn’t you? The two of you could be domestic, could be happy for longer than it took to scope out the next adrenaline rush. 

“You are so not a bakery person.” You murmur, eyes open again just in time to catch the faux pout that he puts on. It takes everything in you not to close the distance and kiss him.

“Why not sweetheart? I know how to cook.”

“Oh I know you do.” He had insisted on taking over making breakfast quickly after realizing that you could barely cook toast without threatening to burn down whatever hotel or apartment you were based in. Sure, his service came at a price but it was never one you minded paying. “But you wouldn’t last a day in customer service before we’d be on the run again because you ate someone’s eyes.”

“Well if they don’t know how to say thank you to their cashier the world was better off without them.” The Corinthian smiles again and its like the sun shining down on you even as it sets just beyond the horizon. The shadows of night that are cast upon his face should make him scarier, should raise the hair on the back of your neck. Instead it reminds you that you love him and that even in the dark of night you know he would never hurt you. He may be the world’s nightmare but he was your dream. 

“Rin,” The smile drops slowly, the slightly chiding tone making his grip on your hips ever so slightly tighter. “Seriously, what do we do now?”

There’s silence for a moment. When he pulls you into his chest, you let him. It’s obvious that he doesn’t want you to see his façade crack, to see the fear that’s been lingering in his smile since he told you his creator was looking for him, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“I don’t know.” He sounds so small in that sentence and your own grip around him tightens. 

“Okay.” He doesn’t respond. The Corinthian doesn’t need to. To his ears it sounds like an acceptance of the unknown. The truth of the matter, the more important decision that you make in that moment, is that you will do anything it takes to keep him from sounding so small ever again.

A king is meant to answer to his people and the king of dreams is no different. You are human, you sleep, you dream. The man in your arms is his creation, born from his hands and his thoughts and acting on the mission given to him. There are no two people he should fear answering to more.

#Corinthian x reader #Corinthian x you #corinthian x y/n #Corinthian x gender neutral reader #Corinthian fluff #Corinthian imagines #Corinthian headcanons