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haleigh-sloth · 3 years

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If I may, what do you think about the theory that when Shigaraki using decay to much his body decays. It happened with Deika city and in the war arc after taking to much damage (since he wasn't 100 he started falling apart). His upgrade should of fixed the decay part or am I wrong. Also it looked like he completely lost his hand when they showed him in 295 ? But in the following chaps it is there just crumbled like it was before him getting the AFO upgrade. I swear if he ends up dying by his own quirk ....I'll not be happy.

So I had to go back and look at 295 to see what you were talking about.

His hand looks fine to me? If there’s a different panel I missed when skimming through (and I very well may have), please let me know.

As for the decay harming his body...well...lol, look at the rest of the BNHA cast. They all get hurt by their own quirks. And it's as you said, the upgrade wasn't complete, so his body couldn't handle all that power being forced into it, and it started falling apart on the battle field. Even if he had been given the full four months, that doesn't necessarily mean his body would be immune to the destructiveness of the quirks, it just for SURE means that his body would regenerate from whatever damage it took. Basically, no I don't think there's any reason to think Shigaraki's quirk is going to kill him.

Also, side note because this turned out really long and I didn't have a chance to throw it in here: but I do also think Shigaraki will end up quirkless in the end also. But that's way too much of a long-winded explanation for this already mile-long post.

In regards to Shigaraki dying at all:

Sigh--look. If Shigaraki dies--and that is a big IF--it won't be just because of his quirk. If he does die (I don't think he will but I'll get to that later) then it would be by his own choice and it would absolutely be in a sacrificial manner, meaning he will choose to do it for the sake of everyone else. Because redemptive death is always a possibility, and there is literally only ONE reason that I think Hori would dare choose to go that route, BUT I'll talk about why I do not think that that is even remotely what's going to happen, even with the somewhat sensible choice Hori has with it.

So bottom line is, I don't think Shigaraki is going to die. At all. I'm not worried about it. I'll save the reason why I'm not worried for last to end this post on a good note. I'll start this under-the-cut section off with the ONLY reason I feel like Hori would choose to give Shigaraki a heroic/redemptive death--though I don't think he will:

Shigaraki has no family left. There's not anybody waiting for him to come home, and there's no real set-in-stone-by-the-story situation that shows he will be given a place to go and be taken care of after all is said and done. With Touya, it's obvious. He goes home. With Toga, even though it's not particularly obvious, it's kind of a given that Toga should be given a place with the other teenagers in the story. I want to say at UA even, but it's still too soon to tell. Either way, Toga, a teenager who wants friends who accept her, has an ending waiting for her where she will get that (I doubt her family will come back into her life but we'll see). Shigaraki...I mean what is there for him? I do 100% expect him to be seen as a hero at the end, but like....what comes next. Now look, I do have some of my own guesses as to what will happen afterward, but those are just guesses. There isn't really anything to say that any of what I think will actually happen. SO here is where that tiny lingering concern for redemptive death comes in:

Shigaraki's family, we saw them in the vestige. The concern I have is that Hori will pull the "Kill the villain heroically and show him reuniting with his family in this portal/after-life/alternate plane of existence" trope and call that a happy ending. Because Shigaraki's family left him at such a young age, and he clearly has immense regret over what happened to them. However, I have more reason to believe that won't happen.

It worked for Obito in Naruto, but it won't work here.

Shigaraki's happiness wasn't tied to his family. Yes, he had parents who loved him and wanted him to exist, and a sister who loved him dearly, but his happiness didn't ride on them existing. In fact, he was too young for his happiness to depend on anything. He just needed to be taken care of, accepted, and loved by the people around him. He literally never had any opportunity to form his identity outside of his family, because he was only 5 and had zero control over his life.

Shigaraki dying doesn't fit with BNHA's definition of saving. Midoriya is going to somehow reach Shigaraki's heart and save him from self destruction, and through those actions Shigaraki's redemption will be him destroying AFO--the biggest looming threat over everything else. That's his redemption, his salvation. All that hard work from our MAIN CHARACTER would just be completely pointless if Shigaraki dies. All hope instilled throughout BNHA would go out the window. It wouldn't make sense to end on that note.

And--I'd argue that anybody in the story portrayed as a small child at one point or another (Midoriya, Bakugo, Shouto, Ochacko, Toga, Touya, Tenko) technically has plot armor. (All the UA kids will be fine, but I'm making a point here). BNHA uses children for a lot of things: relaying messages, evoking empathy, evoking emotion, and displaying vulnerability. All things that you typically wouldn't do for your character if you didn't want your readers to root for them to see the light at the end of the tunnel. And before people say "BUT THEY'RE ADULTS"--okay, explain:

Again, you don't remind people of a character's vulnerability in this way unless you want the readers to sympathize, and view them as the innocent kids they used to be.

All of Hori's choices to portray the villain trio in such a way, along with their hero kid counterparts, just tell me that he's telling readers: "Look at how the adults in their lives completely failed them. Look at how they deserved better. Look at the redeemable cores they all have." Like...these are choices he's consciously made. And within this particular story, it really says a lot about what he's trying to do here by doing this. I actually talked about it here, because it's actually really important how he uses specific characters' child selves in very specific moments.

SO, TL;DR: I don't think he's gonna die. I'm not worried about the effects of his quirk. I don't think he'll even have a quirk by the end. But even if he does, there's no real reason the author would use it to kill him.

#long post #sorry #bnha #bnha asks #anonymous #bnha meta #i guess #shigaraki tomura #shimura tenko #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #mha meta #bnha 295

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dont-you-dare-imagine · 3 years

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Hi again! I just watched Descendants and thought of a great idea for my first real post! I‘m going to be rating all of the D2 Cotillion looks! So without further ado, here you are! Enjoy lovelies 🤍

Starting with Mal’s first dress:

• 2/10

• I’m sorry. The colors are not it.

• The length is really awkward. Sometimes the train works and sometimes it doesn’t. This is a case where it doesn’t.

• The hair- The braid is just so like weird. It’s weird in the back, the color is off, and the end is literally just chopped off.

• Even the jewelry and the shoes are just not happening.

Second, Mal’s post-dragon dress

• 6/10

• Automatic upgrade from the first literal trash bag.

• The hair honestly suits her.

• It’s not the best, but it’s not the worst. Purple is just so her color and the black accents do that justice.

• The cape in the back is 9292839x better than the brown one.

• And when it gets shorter it gets even more amazing.

Next: Evie’s dress!

• 9/10

• I love how even though the gloves don’t 100% match it’s like the kind of subtle mis match where it’s cute.

• And honestly, it’s Evie. She makes it work.

• The sparkles and the cape literally make this outfit. I love it.

• Her hair could have been a little better, but the hair clip saves it.

Fourth is Carlos’ outfit!

• 3/10

• The only reason it’s a 3 and not a 2 is because it’s not worse than Mal’s. But that doesn’t mean it’s not dreadful.

• They really tried the formal on top and casual on the bottom and it really didn’t work at all.

• And the fact that they're shorts makes it worse.

• Also, the shoes that are trying to be the best of both worlds. Dizzy Tremaine once said: “The best of NO worlds.”

• Carlos, next time, take Dizzy’s advice.

Next is Jay!

• 5/10

• It’s not horrible like some others we’ve seen **cough cough** MAL **cough cough** CARLOS **cough cough** • Um, but anyways...

• The colors aren’t terrible. But the random patterns and chains on the shirt are not it.

• The pants are decent. I don’t personally love the color but that’s just me.

• The hair actually really works for him. Probably my favorite part of the outfit.

Next up is Uma

• 6/10

• Okay, let me explain. The color works for her. Her hair is gorgeous. But what brings it down by like 5 points for me is just the bottom of the dress. It looks like she literally sewed the bottom together with trash she found on the isle and then stuck glitter on it.

• The top kinda makes up for it, but not enough for it to be more than a 6.

• I like her accessories though.

Ummm Tumblr always deletes my work and me being the parinoid person I am I’m lowkey nervous it’s gonna happen again. I’m gonna do this in 2 parts! Part 2 will be up soon! (linked once it’s up)

#descendants #descendants 2 #cotillion outfits #mal bertha #uma #ben florian #evie grimhidle #jay descendants #carlos de vil

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tuiyla · 4 years

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She-Ra’s like, really good, people

It’s been over a week since She-Ra season 5 came out and I binged it and this is not going to be coherent but I just want to rant about it a bit before writing some more structured metas. I deffo wanna write about Catradora and how I think SPoP is the true spiritual successor to the Avatar.

But first, let me just scream about how good this show is. I already started rewatching it, pretty much straight after finishing it, and I don’t rewatch tv shows often. The exception is Avatar (seen it like 15 times) and sitcoms. But She-Ra is so layered that I felt like I needed to watch it again just to appreciate the dynamics even more.

I already enjoyed the first season but it kept getting better and better. I’m not in love with the art style and it’s definitely for a younger demographic overall than my other favourite animated shows, but like any good kids’ show it balances tone well. It doesn’t talk down to its target demographic but also includes more traditionally mature themes in a digestible and entertaining way. Not all the jokes landed for me but as the series went on I learned to appreciate the tone and the type of humour She-Ra goes for.

It’s funny to me because this is definitely the type of show I would have rejected as a kid, with all the princesses I would have deemed it “too girly” and therefore not for me because screw gender roles. There’s a degree of internalized sexism to that, for sure, a rejection of the feminine because it’s always been seen as less somehow. But there’s also a truth that, at least in my childhood of the late 90s and early 00s, children’s media targeted at girls often had a poor quality to it, at least when compared to “boys’ stuff”.

She-Ra is not only a clever, heartfelt, complex story, it also transcends that binary of having to be either for girls or boys. I know most of modern animation rejects that as well, but She-Ra embraces so many traditionally feminine qualities while also going beyond gender roles and even the gender binary. This show is so queer, man, and I love it. It’s especially impressive when you consider the source material that was literally just the girly version of He-Man. I have no beef with 80s She-Ra, haven’t seen much of it, but this is such an upgrade.

That being said, I would have loved to watch She-Ra as a kid. I’m so incredibly envious of kids, aged around 10, who get to watch this show as they’re growing up. But I am so, so, so happy for them and for the future of animation that shows like She-Ra can be made now, that they’re being made. I’m going to go into spoilers soon, but just before that: She-Ra’s a perfectly enjoyable show in many aspects. I think the worldbuilding’s pretty cool, the story feels coherent and planned out, it’s lighthearted and so genuine. That’s the word that I ultimately choose to describe the series: genuine.

I feel like so much of TV aims to be dark and gritty nowadays, animation included, and though that’s slowly turning to dark comedy or a balance between fun and serious, it’s still the norm. At some point in the last decade, creators became terrified of being judged as cheesy. Even something like the MCU bathes in bathos to avoid being cheesy. But She-Ra proves that creators shouldn’t be afraid of being genuine, of basing characters and storylines on the simple power of love. Like, it’s such a cliché trope but I think that’s mostly because it has become stale.

Noelle Stevenson has talked about the importance of love in her story and I’m so grateful for that. Through, She-Ra, she’s truly proven how powerful love can be in a story and how it doesn’t have to be cheesy. It’s just so unabashedly genuine. The power of love and friendship literally saves the day several times but it’s always so genuine and more importantly it always makes sense that it doesn’t get boring. If the foundation wasn’t there, then I’d say “well this is just super cheesy”. But the show makes a point of building relationships and making them the focal point of the story.

Alright, so, spoilers because I need to talk about character arcs and THAT KISS and just everything. I really need to write more in depth about Adora and Catra and their relationship but for now I feel like it’s so important to appreciate how they’re developed. Everything from their shared childhood to their trauma with Shadow Weaver and the finding their way back to each other, it’s just *chef’s kiss*. It’s so well-written and believable. Ngl, I do have some minor issues with Catra’s redemption arc. Let’s just say that on a scale from Kylo Ren to Zuko, she’s definitely closer to Zuko. I also appreciate Shadow Weaver’s death scene and how it allows them to move on. I didn’t see that one as Death as Redemption and it shouldn’t be. Again and again the show made it clear that she was abuse towards both girls and nothing will negate that.

From what I can tell, the fandom really latched onto Catra, even when it wasn’t clear whether she’d get a redemption arc. I think that’s important, because unlike some characters in animation, Catra’s actions were almost always framed appropriately. There was always an understanding as to where she’s coming from, how she’s acting from a place of hurt, and yet her actions weren’t justified. They weren’t suddenly all okay just because she’s hurt, too. I especially loved in the season 3 finale when Adora was allowed to finally say no, to say that Catra’s actions were not her fault. That season as a whole was beautiful, like, episode three when Adora’s struggling so much and Catra has the opportunity for a better life but she still fails to choose her own happiness because she’s too bitter over SW and Adora? It’s poetic cinema. I love that angst, so well done.

It would be so easy to misfire in Catra’s storyline and either a) write off all the awful things she does because she’s just “misunderstood” or b) irredeemably stuck in her abusive environment with no hope of escape. They balanced quite well there and managed to handle such a complex character with delicacy. I’m quite happy with how Catra was portrayed because on the one hand, she’s painfully relatable to me and I assume to many others. The audience can see their own mistakes reflected in her character because we’ve all been too stubborn, done things out of spite, refused to acknowledge that we were wrong because we were hurting so much. At the same time, I always felt like the show gave me enough space to judge Catra’s actions and acknowledge that she was in the wrong. I honestly think I would have been a better adjusted teenager is if saw this show just before my angsty years, lol.

I’m going to write more about Adora at some other point but I love how vulnerable she’s allowed to be. Protagonists never used to be my favourite characters because they all seemed the same, with two major categories: the stereotypical male hero who can do no wrong or the angsty boi who can be shitty and the text still frames him as awesome. It’s only recently with series like The Legend of Korra and She-Ra that I go “damn, protagonists can be like that, huh.” Adora is a dumb jock who tries so hard and she deserves all the hugs in the world.

Also, Catradora? Breathtaking, amazing, groundbreaking. No doubt She-Ra needed shows like Adventure Time, LoK, Steven Universe and the likes to pave the way but still, it went there. I saw people be anxious about whether they were gonna be queerbaited, but I always, idk, knew? Trusted? That She-Ra would follow through. I didn’t wait six years for Bubbline to happen for Catradora to not get their big damn kiss. The series has been so effortlessly queer from the get-go that it just made sense that they were always heading there. I did see a gif of the kiss before watching s5 and ngl, that spoiler kind of bummed me out in a way that I wanted to be surprised. But even before I saw that I wasn’t worried. And the context of their journey in season 5? That cannot be spoiled by a simple gif. You have to experience that to fully appreciate it and that is the marker of good storytelling.

I understand that, though this should be the norm by now, Noelle Stevenson still had to be smart about how she approached the execs and she wasn’t sure this could happen. I cannot tell you how happy I am about what she said regarding how Catradora was so integral to the story that the execs couldn’t not allow it. That’s so brilliant, and it feels so natural in the story. Queer love saves the day and it’s not ambiguous, it cannot be censored because you lose a part of the story without it. You did it, Noelle, you funky little lesbian, what an icon. I can’t wait to see more stuff from her.

In other news, I appreciated other characters as well, like how all the princesses got to be different and awesome in their own unique way. Season 5 was great for so many characters, Mermista got so much to work with and Spinnerella and Netossa got so much more characterization than in previous seasons. Glimmer continued to be the third most important character in the story and I’m happy about all the relationships that also got to be canon. Good characters and dynamics all around, no wonder since the show is built on that.

Such a satisfying conclusion and one that makes you feel like this is just part one of a much bigger story. Such genuine, heartfelt moments, well-developed characters, complex themes explored in a respectful and digestible way, and such an unapologetically fun show. Melissa Fumero as a side character? Yes please. Catra’s new haircut? Heck yeah! She-Ra’s new design? Oh my.

I’m not even like, super into She-Ra, and I usually don’t write so much about things I only watch casually. But this show is so good and important that I had to rant. And I will write more about it eventually, but for now I needed to get all of this out. I’d give it a better structure but if I really get into I might never end up posting it so for now here, have this ramble of love. She-Ra, of all shows, deserves that.

#she-ra #spop #she-ra and the princesses of power #catradora #spop spoilers #my thoughts #that's pretty much it for now

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ninjakasuga · 4 years

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Sonal Celebration: Day 5

Day 5 of the Sonic & Sally celebration hosted by @boundforfreedomsonsal and here is my contribution to the ‘Alternative Universe’ prompt, ENJOY!!

Alternative Universe:

[Author’s notes: Gonna be using the Reboot Archive-verse for this one; hopefully, you all will find it as good as my preSGW Archive-verse stuff. Minus one or two bits of altered history, there’s very little changed compared to my compulsion to exceedingly alter things in the preSGW timeline. Also, this one will push the PG-13 a bit (mostly due to constant nudity and implications), but I promise to keep it as tasteful as possible but the set up for this is too good to pass up.]

The first rays of sunlight managed to cut through the drawn white almost-see through curtains of the room. Small sunbeams touching a large bed in the middle of a moderately high-end hotel. The rays of light finally touched the face of a blue sleeping hedgehog, whose soft snoring slowly came to a halt as the light was enough to make his eyelid twitch and then finally open. The single eye narrowed before a hand reached from under the covers, and fumbled around at the nightstand, looking for something. Finding the object, a remote; a push of the button caused a thicker curtain to slowly draw close via a mechanical track system. Thus quashing the annoying light rays of the sun. Satisfied, Sonic placed the remote back on the nightstand and curled back into a comfortable position and tried to return to dreamland.

Yet a new sensation prevented sleep from returning to him. His sleepy brain at first had trouble deducing what was going on, he just knew his left ear felt wet- wait a minute. Blinking his eyes open, Sonic craned his head and glanced upward, finding a familiar chipmunk nibbling his ear gently. “Good morning Sal, must you do that every morning?” He softly grumbled in his greeting of the one sharing his bed.

The Princess softly giggled and merely began to ‘groom’ the fur around his ear. “I’m just indulging an innate urge native to my chipmunk and squirrel heritage.” Her playful tone oozed a mix of sass and snark, but also a tenderness only he and one other got to hear. “Is it wrong of me to love on or groom my boyfriend?”

With a sleepy yawn, Sonic managed a smile, “No, nothing wrong there, but can’t you do it when I’m not sleepy?”

The sassy Princess just smirked back, not backing down, and in retaliation, just held his ear between her teeth, causing him to shudder. “I can’t help it, it’s fun to tease you, plus it is almost noon.”

The blue hedgehog reached back his hand bumping her hip as he tried to reach for her fluffy tail but Sally angled her body so it was out of reach. “D-dirty pool Sal!” He squirmed as she started to chew on his ear again. “R-really dirty, didn’t you get enough lovin’ last night?”

Sally was not relenting and slid her arms around his chest, keeping him pinned as she held his very chewable and cute ear hostage. “I diiiiid, but that doesn’t mean I can’t just do this because I love you and I ca-aaaaaaaaaaaaaannn!!” She suddenly yelped and released his ear as she felt a hand grasp her fluffy tail and squeeze softly. Her yelp transforming into a partial moan as the hand continued squeezing and playfully toying with her fluffy appendage. “Aaah! N-Nicole?”

At her name, a third party in the bed slid up from her ‘hiding spot’ in the covers, appearing behind Sally. As if to mimic Sally, Nicole softly nipped at one of her ears, while still keeping a hand on her tail. “You rang Sally-sweetie? Sorry, but I saw you harassing my main Hog’ and I had to save him.” After a slight pause, she playfully added with a crooked smile. “Also this tail was wagging in my face, bad Princess. You know it makes Hedgehog’s and Lynx’s pounce Chipmunk’s.”

Pumping a fist, and now free of Sally’s nibbling, Sonic rolls onto his other side to face the two, smirking as he holds up his hand in the air. “Nicole my sweet cyber-lady gimme some love!”

“Always my main man’.” She happily returned the high five with a free hand, before their fingers latched together in a handhold.

Feigning hurt, Sally pouted with a quibble of her lip. “Et tu Nicole? I thought you were my girlfriend?”

Releasing Sally’s tail and bringing that arm around to tilt her chin, the Lynx leaned in to kiss her lips. “I am, but I’m also his girlfriend, and you were being a Princess bully.” The matter-of-fact way the line was delivered, made Sonic snicker and Sally roll her eyes.

“I am not a Princess bully, and I’ll remember this next time he picks on you.” Arms crossed, Sally huffed, but a quiver of her lip hinted she was being playful and barely held back snickering at her own BS.

After releasing Nicole’s hand, Sonic put that hand to his chest as he sat up in bed. “Moi? Pick on Nicole? For shame Sally, why would I do that? She’s still getting used to her bio-nanite body, I’d be cruel to use my advanced knowledge of pranking on her.”

Both females stared at him with raised eyebrows and expressions unique to each other, that spoke volumes of how much they did not believe him. After a few moments of staring, the trio breaks out into sputters and then full-blown laughter. As their laughter died down, the three gave each other a hug, a kiss and then climbed out of bed.

Stretching, Sonic picked up the remote and had the thick curtain drawn to let sunlight in and so they could see the view outside. As he started to do a few post-wake-up stretches his mind wandered a bit, musing on recent events. After the Dark Gaia/Planet Break incident had been dealt with; the United Federation and other agencies against Eggman, helped the Freedom Fighters tow the Freedom Stormer to a coastal city where a G.U.N. controlled harbor and shipyard were stationed. As a thank you, for their efforts in helping fix the planet and stop Dark Gaia; G.U.N. offered the use of the shipyard to repair the Freedom Stormer. In the meantime, they would be set up at a hotel, on the U.F. 's tab with meals comped on top. Rather generous but none of the Freedom Fighters saw a reason to turn down the offer.

Tails and Rotor often would go to the shipyard to continue repairs, either by themselves or with Nicole or in some cases, help from the shipyard staff depending on what part of the flying vessel was being worked on. For the two tech-savvy inventors repairing the Stormer WAS a vacation, especially as they could get parts to do upgrades they had been pondering installing for a time. Oh, they still took some time to relax at the resort, but they were very content working at their craft.

Bunnie and Antoine decided to use the free time to have as they put it ‘extended honeymoon’ as their original one got cut short thanks to Eggman’s scheme of the week at the time. A sentiment everyone supported and so the two were spending most of this ‘mini-vacation’ by themselves for obvious reasons.

Big simply enjoyed being able to fish from the docks or the local beach. Give the big guy a chance to fulfill his pastime and he was content.

Amy went to visit her cousin who they found out was in the next town over. Some guy named Rob whose wife had just delivered their firstborn and Amy was keen to see the new baby. Cream and Cheese went with her, the young rabbit eager to see the newborn herself and enjoy the free time with one of her favorite people.

As for the three of them; well they would help with the Freedom Stormer repairs sometimes; especially Nicole as she would download herself back into the Stormer’s systems and help figure out what still needed fixing or simply help. Other times she would be helping Sally with her workload.

Speaking of Sally, she did what Sally did best when she wasn’t helping with getting the Stormer up and running, she was multitasking. Updating her Father, the King on what was going on, hosting holo-calls with allied leaders to discuss how to deal with Eggman while he was licking his wounds from this recent defeat. While Sonic usually found the ‘diplomacy’ a snore-feast he had to admit he enjoyed seeing Sally fired up and showing she had the chops as future Queen. Heck, she’d been pushing for the alliances to all really start some ‘info campaign’ to make sure the world knew just how far Dr. Eggman went since he was behind the whole planet breaking apart. Some stuff about ‘weakening his supporters' faith in him’ and stuff about ‘getting those still apathetic to the cause to see what will happen if they don’t all unite to stop the Eggman Empire’, etc, etc.

As for Sonic himself, when he wasn’t running, or doing what little grunt work he was capable of with the ongoing Freedom Stormer repairs; he was enjoying some needed downtime with Sally and Nicole. Especially since the three of them were keeping their ‘more than friends’ relations on the mum. Looking back at the two women who were gathering their discarded clothing items, he felt his cheeks redden at how things changed last night. In a really nice way, but well after focusing on saving the world and not being a werehog at night anymore, Sonic had not given things getting more intimate a thought, and they didn’t even go all the way last night. Just a lot of touching, kissing, and sleeping together without pajamas.

Then again when you nearly die for the umpteenth time and given how ‘close’ this last adventure was; in a way, he understood the need for something more. Whether or not they might cross the ‘next threshold’ anytime soon he didn’t know, but he wasn’t going to rush things. Some things were better taken the ‘slo-mo route’. Yet he doubted he would deny either of them if they sought more and everyone was in agreement. It was just one of those, see what may come situations with this three-way relationship.

Moving towards the window, he stared out at the lovely view facing the beach and a small stretch of beachside near the resort. The sun was up, and the world looked at peace, at least for the time being. One wouldn’t think the planet was in pieces last week. His smile slowly eased into a frown as a forlorn expression washed over his face as he recalled the ‘sacrifice’ made to fix everything. Okay maybe sacrifice was overkill, Chip wasn’t dead, he was just stuck inside the planet. Even with his assurances he could ‘feel and see’ them through the planet itself, it didn’t remove the sense of loss Sonic felt since the spirit returned to his duties. It hadn’t been that long Chip had been with them, but he left an impact and he’d become fond of the little guy.

“You gals think Chip’s okay? That he ain’t alone where he is?” He spoke suddenly, as he stared out the window. His words causing both Sally and Nicole to turn his way, their expressions almost mirroring Sonic’s as the loss of their friend hit them. Yet they each also carried concern for the blue hedgehog, since he was the one taking Chip’s return to the planet hardest. “I know he said he could, ‘feel’ through the world now that the Light and Dark Gaia were in balance and harmony was restored; that he wouldn’t be lonely like he was before; but… I worry he just said that to make it easier for us.”

He felt two pairs of arms wrap around him from behind, not an easy task with his quills, but Sally and Nicole seemed to have picked up the best way to go for a double hug without any quills jabbing into him. After a sigh exhaled from his throat, he rested a hand on each of theirs. “Sorry, don’t mean to be a downer, I just miss the little guy.”

Placing a kiss to his right cheek, Sally warmly nuzzled him as she craned her head so their eyes met. “It’s okay to feel that way Sonic, we all miss him in our own ways, and out of all of us you bonded to him the most.”

“You got him excited to see the world to understand the planet he was meant to protect and serve in his role. Not unlike how two certain someone’s did so for me.” Murmured Nicole as she rested her chin on Sonic’s shoulder, her fingers curling in his chest fur, a habit Sonic noticed that the lynx had picked up. “You inspired him to be the best he could, to find the courage inside he felt he lacked. Take it from me Sonic, even if he’s stuck within the planet, he knows he’s not alone and that he has you, and the rest of us as his friends.”

“I hope so, I really hope so Nicole.” As another sigh left him, the hedgehog slowly began to smile again as he leaned against the two women in his life. “Then all the more reason to kick Eggman’s keister so Chip doesn’t have to fret about some other horror being unleashed, and maybe, when all’s clear we can see him again.”

“That’s the spirit Sonic.” Cheered Sally as she squeezed him before taking his right arm and nudging him to follow. “Come on, the three of us should clean up, and that shower should easily handle three Mobian’s given it’s designed with humans in mind as well.” Her blue eyes twinkle with a bit of mischief as she smiled more. “I wash your back, you wash mine?”

“I call dibs on the tail!”

Laughing at Nicole’s outburst, Sonic shook his head, before giving the lynx a grin. “Fine you get the tail I’ll get the top!”

“Deal!” The lynx clasped hands with Sonic, a deal was struck.

Feeling a bead of sweat start to roll down the side of her face, Sally suddenly started to regret her suggestion. “Uh guys, WHA-?!” She cried out as she was lifted up into the air, Nicole holding her up by her feet, while Sonic held her up with his hands grasping under her arms. “N-now we shouldn’t get crazy the others will start to wonder if we’re late-.”

“Assuming they ain’t sleeping in themselves after all this is a vacation as much as recuperation from all the fighting.” The lynx sing-songed with a cheerful hum as she helped Sonic carry Sally to the bathroom. “We’ll behave and stick to just washing.”

“Maybe.” Sonic mused, earning a giggle from Nicole while Sally rolled her eyes, but smiled warmly.

“I love you goofs, and since you’re adamant, very well your Princess awaits her washing!”

The three share a laugh as Sonic uses his foot to kick the bathroom door shut. The worries of the future put aside as the three opted to share what time they could in this sort of blissful state. At any moment Eggman or his Egg Bosses could start a new incident and put their moment of peace out of commission. Sometimes, you just had to live a little.

[Author notes: Not very originally using the Post-SGW Reboot setting; but every time I tried to create some new alt-verse or one something of the prior ones; it just… Wasn’t working. So I decided to give this a go and rather enjoy it.

Also, I shamelessly do not regret my Sally/Nicole/Sonic shipping of the Reboot verse. So I decided to use it; and while in-story I didn’t explain it as to avoid killing the pacing here’s the 411 on Nicole having a ‘bio-nanite body’.

After restoring her hand-held, learning of her origins and stopping Phage, Dr. Ellidy before the crew left his lab revealed he had one other project that was to coincide with Nicole’s original purpose of being the digital repository of his daughter Nikki’s mind and memories. A pod containing a cluster of bio-nanites coded with Mobian Lynx DNA, that when given a brain to link with, could create a solid, actual living form. Granted it would still be a blend of natural and artificial but you’d have a living being able to experience the majority of the living experience. While still at odds with his feelings for Nicole; he feels Nikki would want Nicole to have all the chances to ‘have a full, and wonderful life and experiences’. So he gave the pod to the FF, and after some tinkering, Nicole downloaded herself into it and later emerged. Nicole was herself still but now with a body beyond hard light holograms. Yet she was still able to digitize herself and return to cyberspace and come back. Cue all the happiness.

As for the menage a trio, I may….revisit this and give them a fuller story and explanation. Hope it was good and sorry for the fatty A/N I just felt having to go over all this in-story would kill the pace.]

#Sonal #Sonally #boundingforfreedom #boundingforfreedomsonal #Fanfiction #Sonic the Hedgehog #Sally Acorn #Nicole the Lynx #PostSGW Reboot #romance #poly #sonsal week #sonsal celebration #boundforfreedom year two

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derfisch · 3 years

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so, life update?

I haven’t really said anything about myself on this blog in ages, so I figure, for the 4 or 5 of you still paying attention, maybe you’d like to hear how things are going! This will also double as my first big post here, I suppose. I won’t be using casual typing style for this, so sorry if I’m coming off as too formal.

Hi! Thanks for bothering to click through. I think this will be roughly three sections, so let’s start with:

where I am

In may of 2019, I moved from California to Colorado! I’m currently living with two friends in an apartment. It’s been a little scary being more independent, but it’s overall been pretty good for me, because I feel I can be more openly myself. I get to like furries and be gay all I want, and no one can stop me or make me feel uncomfortable! It’s pretty great.

I’ve also improved my workstation a lot! I upgraded from a surface pro to a proper desktop computer. I built it myself, and I’m always so grateful for how well it runs. It also looks embarrassingly gamer for a workstation, but I also play osu! a lot these days, so that’s okay.

Look at all that blue!

how I’ve been

While there have definitely been some tradeoffs, my mental health has never been better since I moved away from my family. There was always constant arguing, and no effort to communicate with each other. I always felt like everyone hated each other, and that I wasn’t excluded from that. Here though, while we still have our disagreements and our peeves, it never escalates to shouting matches, and we’re all committed to trying to be better housemates, instead of getting offended when someone points out something inconsiderate we’re doing. I feel I’ve become a much better person to live with, both for my ability to clean up, but also my ability to cook!

What I have been struggling with though, is burnout. Drawing is the only thing I have going for me to make any income, so I have to do that every day, even when I don’t feel like I can, and it’s a bit of a drain. I’m trying to work toward some solutions though.

what I’m doing

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Last year, I saw huge improvement in the quality of my art. I’m always trying to do what I can to learn new techniques, and I feel it’s really been paying off. That said, with increased quality, comes increased effort, and it’s been a bit of a strain on me to be consistently and frequently creating it.

So, this year I decided my theme should be growth. I want to expand not only my skills, but also my presence on websites other than Twitter, and also my business in general. As part of that, I’ll be keeping my big, space consuming talks to this Tumblr account, while my Twitter focuses on smaller thoughts as well as artwork. I’d also like to have less talk between art posts, since that tends to be a turnoff for a lot of folks. And, most importantly, I’m gonna be testing a lot of ways to make my Patreon more enticing to new people. Having a steady income that doesn’t rely on commissions coming in would be a huge help for me not only financially, but also mentally. A huge part of the stress of making art as a living, as a commission artist, is having to constantly turn over new customers. And in 2020, no one had any money! It was a miracle I filled up all my commission slots, and I often barely had the energy to power through them over the month. Money coming in through other means ensures that I’ll be able to focus my efforts a little more on personal projects, so I can continue to make cool things for you guys that’s more interesting than portraits and headshots.

For small and mostly inconsequential updates on my life (like what dumb thing I’m cooking on any given day), I still recommend you follow me on Twitter. I have a lot of other sites you can keep up with too, but that’s the most active one. I’ve been trying to stream more too, because I think it’s a fun way to engage more with my audience, while also having small goals to set for myself every week. If you’d like to see my art process, I stream art on Picarto every Sunday at 4:00 pm MST. And if you’d like to relax with me while I play some games, tune in the same time every Thursday on my Twitch channel.

I’d really like to thank you all for sticking around to read all this. I hope we can talk again soon!

#fisch text #life update

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delightfulstarlightparadise · 4 years

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Imagine Reader/Sebastian Part 6

I may or may not have exagerated on the size of this chapter heheh.... sorry

Previous part here: https://delightfulstarlightparadise.tumblr.com/post/629648429892665344/before-we-start-i-once-again-remind-you-that

I would like to remind you that English is not my main language, but I am doing my best.

You spend all morning collecting parsnips, but you get a very nice price for them at Pierre’s, enough to cover both your hospital and saloon bills, and also buy some food for the farm. It is a little less than what you used to make in a week, but you feel really nice about yourself.

You are happily walking back to the farm when you hear someone calling you.

“Did I get your name right?” a blonde girl says coming down the stairs that lead to the fountain in the community center. “I really wanted to take a look at you. Emily had told me you were very good-looking.”

You turn to her and see that she is analyzing you from head to toes. This makes you feel a little vulnerable.

“I guess under all that dirt and with some different clothes you might actually look pretty nice.” she says.

“Excuse-me?!” is the only thing you can stutter behind a gag of disbelief.

“I am Haley. My sister is the crazy blue haired girl that works at Stardrop.” she says.

You can’t even bring yourself to greet her.

“I guess you won’t be much of a menace, then.” she speaks just like those mean girls you thought were only seen in movies. “See you around.”

The same sudden way she came, she goes away, charmingly walking in heels, moving her hips in an 80’s movie sexy way.

“Told you being weird over here is nothing.”

You look behind your shoulder and Sebastian is smoking , coming from the bus stop path.

“You know, Sam kicked me in a place that hurts this morning and I think somehow it is your fault.” he says without even greeting you. “Did you say something about the crush I told you?”

“I just asked.” you say, shrugging.

“How are you?” he asks.

“Fine. Why?”

“Because. Isn’t it something normal people ask when they meet?” he lets go the cigarette smoke almost in your face, he doesn’t seem to care about here the smoke is going. “Also, I overheard my mom and Maru talking about you being in the hospital yesterday. Did you drink too much again? We already have two alcoholics in town.”

“It was nothing like that. I just...” met a wizard and drank a green potion he gave me? That seemed to support more his theory of what happened. “... had an insulation?”

“Yeah... don’t push yourself too hard.” he says. “See you around, drunk farmer.”

“Bye gingerbread.” you reply with a whisper.

He freezes at his spot as if he was just hit in the stomach and slowly turns to you over his shoulder.

“What did you just say?” his voice i s rough.

“Nothing.” you say with a giggle.

“No, no. Repeat that. I heard you say it.”

“I didn’t say anything.” you shrug . “I better be going, I still have to eat lunch, I don’t wanna pass out somewhere else, again.”

“You are that fucking kid that used to hang around with Alex and call me gingerbread man, weren’t you?” he says. “I fucking hated you back then.”

“That is why you tried to kill me?”

His infuriated expression was quickly overrun by a nervous one.

“I didn’t try to kill you, it was an accident. And I saved you.” he says looking sideways a bit ashamed.

“You don’t call me what you just did, I don’t tell her you used to be a red hair.” you say.

“Her?... ABBY?! HELLO.”

Abigail shows up from behind Sebastian, holding his hips as if she was trying to scare him. It actually worked because he turned red right away.

“Hi Seb . Hey farmer! What are you doing?” she says.

“Hello. I was going home.” you say.

“The two of you are getting along well, right?” she says and you can feel something weird in her voice. “It is the third time I see you hanging out.”

“We used to know each other.” you say and Sebastian sends you the most infuriated and threatening look you have ever seen.

“I see...” she says, looking a little worried. “Did I interrupt something? Do you want me to leave?”

“No, it is fine. I was just leaving.” you say and organize your food packages in your hands. “See you later.”

“Wait a moment!” Sebastian says. “Abby, excuse-us just a second.”

Sebastian hugs you from your shoulders and takes you a little further from Abigail, that keeps staring at you both, curious.

“You don’t ever tell anyone I was ginger. EVER.” he whispers by your ear. “Neither how you used to call me. Got it?”

“Or what?” you say, bumping into his chest with your shoulder and smirking.

He steps away impressed with your strength. He stares at you as if he is about to do something that he doesn’t even know what is.

“Relax. I was just kidding.” you say, and wave at Abigail. “See you around.”

“Hey y/n wait!” Abigail calls. “We are gonna play videogames at Sam tonight, come too.”

Sebastian chokes at his own breath and you start feeling very anxious over the invite.

“I have... something... I...” you stutter.

“Come on!” she says, coming closer to both of you. “It is going to be fun, like that day in the saloon. Tell the farmer to come, Sebastian.”

“Cooome...” he says in a VERY sarcastic way.

“I... I will see about that.” you say very quickly. “I really need to go now.”

“Sebastian will pick you up when he is coming! He will be there at seven!” she says in such a firm way you don’t even know what to reply.

“Abby, what the...” Sebastian whispers at her.

“Didn’t you say Sam had a crush on the farmer.” she whispers back. “Let’s help him!”

“Yeah, but he likes Penny, now.”

“Oh, come on, Penny... so boring.”

It couldn’t be possible that they thought you were not listening to them. She keeps insisting and even pokes him on his ribs until he agrees to her.

“I will pick you up.” he says.

“O...k...” you say in a very uncomfortable way.

You go away living the two of them behind and, as you look over your shoulder you can see Sebastian discreetly lowering his face... maybe for a kiss? Were these two dating after all?

You quickly think that this is none of your business and when Sebastian comes over your house you can find an excuse for that unwanted social interaction.

When you arrive your house, there is a man sitting on your porch. He wears an eyepatch and a long cape, just like some character from a videogame.

You stand still by the gate while staring at him, wondering why can’t you avoid social interactions AT ALL in that town. As he sees you, he stands up in a very noble posture and greets you:

“Good afternoon, y/n. I am Marlon, the Adventure’s guild master.”

“The what, now?” you mutter.

You remember Linus saying something about that man but... couldn’t he be just some crazy guy? If a man dressed up like that in Zuzu city came towards you saying he was of some Guild, you would probably runaway. Maybe you should find a way to lock that gate on your farm...

“Linus told me you had a battle with a Wilderness golem.” he says. “And that you were very brave.”

That was not what happened, but you didn’t really know what to tell him.

He slid his cape to the side, letting you see an old and rusty sword that he, then, handed to you. It was very light, but you felt unease about being holding a white weapon that could easily hurt someone.

“Here, it is for your protection at night.” he said. “Also, if you enter the mines, you will certainly need it.”

You just nod at him, as yo u don’t know what to reply.

“I can see in your eyes you have the adventurous spirit in you. I will tell you! If you can slay 10 slimes I will give you a pass to the guild.”

“If I can what?” you think to yourself as you shake your head in agreement.

“Farewell my fellow adventurer.” he says, and leaves as if he is a knight going for battle.

When you see he is far enough you immediately let go the sword, letting it carve on the ground in front of your porch. You didn’t want any of these!

You get inside your house, but the memory of the Wilderness golem attack comes to your mind as soon as you see Dog l yi ng on the carpet, he is waving his tail at the sight of you, and you notice that he has a scratch on his back. You hadn’t stopped to take a good look at him before. You feel bad for him having gotten hurt while defending you.

You get back outside and grab the sword.

“Come here boy, let’s give you a shower and take care of this injury.”

You take a long time bathing Dog and then making a bandage on the hurt spot... and you forget to eat again... Dog is probably hungry too, it’s a nice thing you bought some dog food for him. As for you, maybe you should microwave a pizza.

You hear a knock at the door.

“What is it now, someone bringing me some bows and arrows? A fucking witch?” you say to yourself while getting to the door.

As you open up, you face Sebastian staring at you with a sneering face. He looks really good, the hair is a little less messy and he is wearing a black shirt and a leather jacket instead of the usual hoodie you see him in.

“What the hell were you talking about?” he asks between dragging and exhaling the smoke of his cigarette.

“Damn it. I forgot.” you say. “Look, I can’t go, I haven’t eaten yet.”

“I can wait, I am early. Besides, I am taking some snacks too.” he says.

“Why don’t you just... say I was not feeling ok? Please.” you insist, trying to slowly close the door.

“Abby won’t fall for that. And... Sam was pretty excited when I told him you were going, I don’t want to disappoint him.” he replies pushing the door open and getting inside.

He stops at the sight of your cottage. Just a little room with a bed, a table and a chair. The smallest fridge he had ever seen (for sure you had seen too) an old tv , a microwave and a small bathroom. That was all.

“You should get my mom to upgrade this house sometime.” he says without any regard to whether that would sound rude or not.

“Do I look like I have that kind of money?” you reply with a little frown.

He sits on the only chair available and puts the package he is carrying on the table, beside a... helmet.

“Aw man...You did not came by bike, did you?.” you say anxiously. “I am not riding with you, you can tell them anything, I am not going.”

“Hey what is your deal with motorcycles?” he says. “I will ride safely, don’t worry.”

You cross your arms and take a deep breath.

“It is... personal.” you say.

He stares at you seemingly worried but then he just looks to the other side and nods.

“Ok then. We walk and then I come pick up my bike.” he says.

You sigh as you see that he is probably not going away without you.

“Wait there, I will dress up.” you say with your head down.

You get to the bathroom and take a quick shower, then dress up with one of the only nice set of clothes you have left, you tide up your hair (and maybe put on some make up if you like it). You don’t have any perfume left, so you can only hope that the shower was enough to get off the smell of dirt from the farm.

When you get out of the bathroom you see Sebastian glance at you, quite surprised, but he quickly stands up and gets the package with snacks from the table. You realize this is probably the first time anyone sees you and you are not tired from a long trip or all covered in farm dirt.

As the two of you are leaving, you look at the sword behind your headboard and wonder if you shouldn’t take it with you, just in case... but he would probably think you are even weirder for doing so. You remember Linus saying the town’s folk are protected by some spell, so you hope being with Sebastian helps those monsters from attacking you... but maybe...

“Hey, what is taking so long?” he says.

“How weird would you think I am if I brought a sword along?” you ask.

Sebastian stares at you a little surprised.

“What, have you met any slimes around the forest? I guess spring is also their breeding season.” he says. “But you don’t have to ask me anything about it. You do as you please, I don’t judge you.”

He scratches his neck a little blushed.

“Abby sometimes brought a sword to your farm when we came here.”

You get impressed that Sebastian talks about slimes, but you then remember what Linus said about some magic in the valley that made people think those magic things were normal. You feel very relieved to be able to bring the sword with you.

It is kind of a long walk and Sebastian smokes two entire cigarettes along the way. You walk in silence until you arrive the forest entrance of the city, where you can see a blue house with a navy sign above the door, not far away.

You then see that a man is staggering from the road to your direction, holding a can of beer. He is grunting and does not seem to see either you or Sebastian coming in the opposite direction. Sebastian pulls you aside so you get out of the man’s way.

“What?” he says, staring at you. “What did you say?”

“Nobody said anything, Shane.” Sebastian replies. “We are just going to Sam’s house.”

“They keep staring at me, I don’t know what these people keep looking. Why they don’t leave me alone...” he mutters while passing beside you.

As he says this you notice that you WERE in fact staring him and you feel a little bad about it. Maybe that is why the man engaged in such a rude talk. You saw a lot of people like him in the streets of Zuzu city.

“Don’t worry about him.” Sebastian says, and signs for you to keep walking.

Something about that man pulls your attention and you keep looking at him until he disappears in the forest.

“Is he ok?” you ask. “Is it ok to let him go like that. Isn’t that forest dangerous?” you ask.

“He gets like this every night... never died.” Sebastian says shrugging. “He works with Sam.”

You think that is very bad of him to say something like that, but you think again, if you were willing to do anything to help anyway. You continue to walk to Sam’s house.

“Why are they taking so long?” you hear a worried whisper.

Abigail and Sam are waiting for you outside his house. She looks absolutely stunning with a nice black dress and a denim jacket. Sam is wearing some stay-home shorts and a T-shirt and when he sees you and Sebastian arrive, he gets quite embarrassed.

“Man, what do you think I invited you to do?! It is just videogames! Why are you guys all dressed up?” he complains. “Now I feel like I have to put on some pants.”

“You look fine.” Sebastian says and pushes the snacks packages against his chest. “Go get us some food, y/n haven’t eaten yet.”

None of them seem to care about the sword you are caring on your waist.

You get inside and it is quite a charming home, it seems to have been tied up very carefully and gently. A ginger lady (that was quite a ginger town) was seated on the couch watching TV while that boy who kicked a ball on your had some days before was playing with toys on the floor.

“Abby!! Seb ! Ah... and y/n!” Vincent say very happily.

He runs towards Abigail and hugs her legs, then Sebastian fist bumps him. He stops in front of you and waves, uncertain of what to do, but showing a small smile.

“Good night Mrs. Jodi.” both Sebastian and Abigail say.

“Good night.” you follow, in a clumsy way.

“Oh, hi kids!! Welcome!” she replies with a smile. “Hello y/n, nice to finally meet you. I am happy that you are already friends with my son.”

You nod and try to smile, once again, uncertain of what to do, but Sebastian just pushes you forward to the direction of Sam’s room.

“You are a social disaster.” he whispers at you.

“Don’t tell me!” you reply.

“You are not much better wi th people yourself.” Abigail says. “ I don’t think you get to say anything about the farmer.”

“ Yeah, but I chose to be this way” he replies.

Sam suddenly grabs you by the shoulders and excitedly yells that combination of your names he made up during the snooker game.

“Let’s team up y/n!!”

“Aw man, I wanna team up with the farmer! Sebastian doesn’t know how to do teamwork.” Abigail complains.

“Why do you think I chose y/n??” Sam replies, showing her his tongue in a very childish way.

A loud noise comes from your stomach, and you go red with shame while hiding your face between your hands. Abjgail let go a giggle while Sam slowly steps back , heading outside his room, probably to the kitchen to grab you something to eat.

He comes back full handed with bowls of snacks, sauce and some soda bottles, but for you he gives a plate of what seems to be a complete dinner. This makes you even more embarrassed.

“Don’t worry, my mom always makes too much food.” He says with a smile.

While you are eating, and it is absolutely delicious, both you and Abigail watch while Sam and Sebastian play a combat game . Sebastian wins two of the three rounds but not as easily as he won in snooker a couple of days before. Abigail, then, takes Sam's control. She wins the first round but Sebastian is way too good in the game and beats her the same way he did to Sam.

“Your turn now, farmer.” Abigail says, handing you the control.

“I wouldn’t even bother…” Sebastian brags , putting the control on his lap and cracking his fingers.

You wipe your mouth with a napkin and take the control, then choose one of the tiniest characters in the game.

“Are you kidding? Chose another character, this one sucks.” Sebastian says.

“But it is so cute.” You reply. “I wanna play with it.”

“Suit yourself. This is gonna be quick.” He replies.

You smirk while pulling the control closer to your body. The screen announces the beginning of the match and you quickly start pressing a combination of buttons that is so well memorized you don’t even need to think about what you are doing. Your character hops around the screen punching and kicking Sebastian's and it is so fast that his character can’t hit it with their strikes. Just a few minutes later the screen announces your flawless victory.

Sebastian drops the control on his lap, staring at the screen in disbelief, he then turns to you in a mix of anger and awe. You can’t contain a victorious smile.

“Wow! I didn’t even know this character could do these kinds of maneuvers!” Sam exclaims while taping you in the back. “This was so awesome!!”

“Wow! You play very well, farmer!” Abigail congratulates. “You beat Seb to the ground.”

“Round two!” Sebastian angrily says, picking up the control while the screen announces the second round.

You rest the control on your lap and start lightly pressing those same buttons making your character hop around the screen in that same way, with the same result. Sebastian's character drops in slow motion in another “flawless victory" announcement .

He turns to you in what seems an expression of complete defeat and makes a gesture of questioning.

“I used to play a lot of videogames on my free time.” you explain. “Also, I know a lot of special moves from reading forums.”

“Yeah, I do that too.” Sebastian says, upset, tossing his control to Sam.

You kind of pity him for getting so bitter over his loss, but it is pretty satisfying winning over him after that pool play. You are a bit of a competitive person and he seems to be too. You spend the rest of the night defeating the three of them using the most underrated characters of the game. Each match Sebastian seems more determined to win, but even when he gets close to it, you find a way to win using a special power he didn’t know about or a combo you made up yourself.

“You are REALLY good at it!” Abigail says excitedly. “You have to teach me this combo.”

“You just press triangle and x while moving forward.” you say, getting close to her and showing the way you move the buttons. “Using the analogic is better than the arrows, see? It is faster.”

Abigail tries to replicate your movements, frowning her browns and biting her tongue in a very adorable and concentrated face. You blush at the sight of it and barely notice that she is doing everything wrong.

“No, wait, you have to move your finger to this side, unless you want to invert the control’s settings.” you say.

“Can you do that?! It seems much easier to turn this way.” she replies. “Maybe that is why I can’t beat my game at home! Hey, can you come over and teach me how to do this?”

Sebastian stares at you with the most outraged face while Sam glances from the two of you to him in a worried expression.

“I can write you a tutorial.” you reply.

“ Nooo ... I hate messing with these kinds of things, I might even burn the console. Please come and help me, I live behind my father’s store.” she says in a very slick way. “ Pleaase ...”

You can almost feel Sebastian’s eyes burn the back of your neck, but Abigail’s stare is just as intimidating. You are afraid that if you give her any excuse she will read into your soul and then find a way to curse you into accepting.

“Ok...” you reply completely uncomfortable.

She smiles at you in a victory gesture. Sebastian on the other hand, grunts and stands up turning off the videogame.

“We should be going now.” he says.

“What? It is still so early!” Sam complains. “I didn’t even brought the sweet snacks.”

“I am pretty sure y/n has to wake up early to attend the farm’s business.” he replies. “Also, I have a code to finish.”

“Aw man, I was going to ask y/n to teach me how to unlock the mysterious character.” he grunts and puts the controls beside the console.

“Haven’t I already told you how to do it?” Sebastian is almost growling at him.

“Yeah, but I never get to do it when you are not here. You don’t explain things very well.” Sam mutters.

You can see Sebastian discretely slapping him in the back of his head while Abigail is still busy moving her fingers as if rehearsing the new move she has learned from you.

Sam takes you outside and waves goodbye at you as you walk towards Abigail’s house to escort her there before you go back to the farm. It is not a long walk until you get to Pierre’s.

“You should hang out with us more often.” she says and taking you completely out of guard, she kisses you on the cheek.

You freeze completely, your face becoming a bright tone of red as you hear Sebastian gasp in outrage. Abigail doesn’t even bother saying goodbye to him, she just gets inside and you see her long purple hair waving through the glass door.

Both you and Sebastian stay put for a while.

“We should be going right?” you say.

“Yeah...” he replies with what, for you, seems to be a roar of threat.

You walk in silence until you get to the entrance of the forest. Sebastian seems so stressed that he puts out two cigarettes in that short walk.

“Listen, I don’t want to stay in your way.” you apprehensively say.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” he replies, sharply.

“Abigail.”

“What about her?” he asks and his voice barely comes out.

“Aren’t you, like, her boyfriend or something?” you ask.

Sebastian chokes in his cigarette smoke and spends quite some time coughing, but it seems to be more about making you stop talking. As you keep staring at him, he stops and looks back at you, his eyebrows frowned and cheeks a little blushed.

“It is complicated.” he says.

“Ok, none of my business.” you say, putting your hands up beside your shoulders.

“Thanks.” he says.

“But you do seem to like each other.” you can’t help saying.

“I said THANK YOU.” he yells and you giggle.

You keep walking through the forest, passing a little cabin near the river and then, Marnie’s ranch until you reach the bottom entrance of the farm. When the two of you are entering, you hear a terrible screech and Sebastian stops to look around.

“What the hell was that?” he asks.

“A bat, maybe?” you say, your hand is already on the handle of your sword.

You hear it again and out from between the trees a giant skull head comes dashing at both of you, cracking its teeth as if it is about to bite you.

You push Sebastian aside and swing the sword at it, but it ducks and attacks you with a bump in your chest, sending you flying to the ground near him.

“What the fuck!? What the fuck?!” he yells while standing up and trying to help you stand up too.

The skull takes a turn and aims at Sebastian, but you push him aside again and this time, you get to hit it with your sword knocking it back a few yards. It makes a horrible sound and quickly comes back in your direction. You wave your sword, but miss, and it bites your arm.

You hear Sebastian scream your name in worry, and it hurts like hell, but you find a way to set yourself free and knock the skull with the sword again. It let go a cry of anger and try to advance, but it is suddenly knock down by a shadow.

It is D og! He came to save you once again .

Dog bites it and presses it against the ground while it screams and tries to escape. With a big effort from your hurt arm, you stab the skull as hard as you can, and it shatters into pieces that start disappearing.

You let go the sword and fall on your knees, puffing and moaning in pain. Dog comes closer and licks your face, his tail slightly wagging.

You feel a touch on your shoulder and turn around quickly in a defensive pose, but it is just Sebastian checking on you. He is covered in dirt and his eyes are wide open with the scare.

“It's me, it's me.” He says, kneeling by your side and trying to make you let go of your hurt arm so he can see it. “ This is ugly, I should take you to the hospital.”

“And say what, that you bit me?” you reply trying to make him get away from the wound, that clearly looked like a human bite.

“Do you have any other ideas?” he asks.

“Take me to the Wizard!” you yell in pain.

“The WHAT now?” Sebastian says.

“You know, the guy that lives in that weird tower in the forest. He will help me... I guess... damn it, it hurts so much!”

By now you have started crying and Dog starts barking at Sebastian, as if he is telling for him to hurry. He stands up and runs to get his motorcycle.

Besides you starting to say that you are not going to hop on that, Sebastian lifts you with a strength he does not seem to have and forces you to sit in the backseat.

“No!!” you yell and tears are coming down.

“Just hold on ok. I promise you we’ll be ok.”

You shake your head negatively, but Sebastian takes your unwounded arm and makes you hold onto his hip. He stops for a moment, holding your hand and staring at it, as if he has just zoned out in some thought. His hand is cold, probably because he is nervous and scared, but you feel suddenly comforted by it. You slowly stop crying with small sobs.

“Can you hug me with the other arm?” he asks.

You nod and pass the other arm around his hip. He starts the motorcycle engine, and you let go a shout of fear, hugging Sebastian tight and pressing your face against his back. He starts riding fast towards the west of the forest.

“Are you ok?” he asks midway.

You can only bring yourself to nod.

“You are holding a bit tight...”

“I am sorry.” you sob, but can’t loosen the hug.

“It’s ok...”

When you arrive, as soon as Sebastian stops the bike, you hop out and fall on you knees of it giving him a big scare. He hops after you, and even lets the motorcycle drop on the forest floor. He helps you stand up and walk to the tower.

You knock at the door.

“Who can it be at this time... Oh Yoba !” the Wizard attends and gasps in surprise to see you bleeding. By that time your sleeve is all red. “Come on in! Come on in!”

The Wizard gives you some weird red medicine to drink and Sebastian stares at it very uncertain if he should let you do it or not, but you quickly grab it and gulp it down. The pain starts to fade away while Rasmodius cleans up the wound and infuses it with herbs.

“So, what happened?” the wizard asks when you finally seem better.

“I ask you!” you yell at him. “I don’t remember signing up to fight MONSTERS. A fucking flying skull BIT ME!”

“Hmm... it seems like your ability to connect with the valley comes with the hazard of attracting the cursed ones.” Rasmodius says. “Not even my strong spell can protect you as it does to the townsfolk. It impresses me that you were attacked along with one.”

Sebastian is staring at Rasmodius seeming VERY confused. That is probably the same face you made when you first met him.

“I will be going back to Zuzu ! That is it!” you say.

“I am afraid it is not possible anymore.” Rasmodius replies, scratching his purple beard.

“Excuse me?!”

“You see, once you are now connected to the valley, you will find very difficult to leave.” he says. “You may try to take the bus, or any other way of transportation, but you will always find yourself back here.”

“I don’t believe it! You are saying this to keep me here with those monsters and the... Junimos ! They are telling you to do this!”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Sebastian asks.

“Those little apple things that live in the old community center! They are behind this.”

Sebastian stares at you as if you were the craziest person in the world.

“Show him!” you shout, turning to the wizard.

“Only those connected to the Elementals can...” he starts lecturing.

“I DON’T FUCKING CARE, FUCKING SHOW HIM!!!” you yell while beating your feet on the ground.

Both the Wizard and Sebastian jump in place scared by your sudden lash out. He takes off his hat and scratches his head.

“What is with this new generation and curses?” he sighs. “So be it...”

Rasmodius starts saying some incomprehensible words and each and every one of the rocks of the tower start shaking. Sebastian holds tight to the chair you are sitting and you start regretting saying anything at first place. A big flash of light blinds you for a second, and in the middle of the room a summoning circle appears. In the middle of the circle, the tiniest apple appears.

It is a little green Junimo . It waves at you and Sebastian and starts making those funny noises it does. You turn to Sebastian and gesture at it.

“I have been smoking too much pod.” he says while rubbing his head.

You stand up and force him to sit down on the chair you were sitting, then hush to pick the Junimo on your hand. You squish it while showing it to him, and then, you start, very dramatically, telling him EVERYTHING that has been happening to you since your arrival: the old memories, the plants growing too fast, the community center, the monsters attack.

He listens to everything staring at you as if some engine has just broken inside his head. When you finally finish, he keeps staring in silence.

“I think it was too much for this young man.” Rasmodius says, analyzing Sebastian’s face from up close. “Maybe I should wipe his memory.”

“No! No messing around with my head anymore, please!” he says, standing up quickly. “I knew you were trouble! I should have stayed home washing the dishes and let Maru hang out with you.”

“Excuse me! I am clearly the victim here. Also, this bite here? I got it protecting you!” you say while shaking your previously wounded arm.

“Apparently you were the one who put me in danger in first place.”

The two of you keep staring at each other in infuriating rage. Rasmodius makes a wonderous pose and then smacks his fist on his hand as if he had just made a discovery.

“I see... your destinies are connected. You are the ones for each other.” he says.

“THE WHAT?” you both yell.

“He has a girlfriend!” you say pointing at Sebastian outraged.

“Abigail is NOT my girlfriend.” he replies.

“Interesting, interesting.” the Wizard mumbles. “You have found yourselves so soon in your journey, such a connection is rare.”

“Excuse me Mr. But farmer here isn’t my type.”

“Wow! What?! Am I too ugly for you?” you don’t even know why you are still bickering over it, but you don’t feel like letting him say something like that about you.

“Did I say that? You said that. I didn’t say that.” Sebastian talks back.

“I see, I see...” Rasmodius isn’t even paying attention to you. “Quite a journey you have ahead of you. You shall, then, rest for tonight.”

“ Wha ...”

Before the both of you can finish the sentence, the Wizard gestures with his open hands and a big flash of light involves you...

…when you realize, you are waking up on your bed. There is no bite in your arm anymore. You can hear the rooster sing in the distance.

Next part here: https://delightfulstarlightparadise.tumblr.com/post/629832532423213056/imagine-sebastian-reader-part-7

#stardew valley #stardew valley sebastian #stardew valley imagine #stardew valley sam #stardew valley abigail #stardew valley farmer #stardew valley fanfiction

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thcllslnrd · 4 years

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Spiders Are Actually Arachnids...

It’s about damn time I start posting my writing on here, so I figured why not start with Parksborn! It’s based of a cute pet name idea a friend and I came up with forever and ever ago that I’m finally finished with skjfhds plus I just needed something lighthearted and easy to write, so two birds one stone.

Summary: It’s too late when Peter finally gets home from work and Harry thinks of something new to call his superhero boyfriend.

Peter lost track of time while running tests at Octavius's lab... again. It's easing up to three am and he's hunched over at his lab desk, finishing up some tests that he was actually running on something new. A few weeks back Otto had developed this black sludge of sorts? He wasn’t sure what to call it but it was some sort of personal project that Otto created and he said he needed extra help with. He had left his student alone in the labs an hour ago and asked him to run some tests if he had free time. Peter had finished his own stuff fairly early, so he didn’t think it could hurt.

So far he was getting something, but not much. Whatever this was supposed to be was highly reactive, almost magnetic in a way, following the push and pull of certain things around it. When he ran his finger over the black goo it pushed up, as if to try and make contact, in hundreds of tiny spikes.

Peter pulled the current tube out from under the artificial light and put it back in the little plastic container he had labeled for that exact test. He went to reach for a new container for a sample he hadn't used yet when his phone started buzzing in his back pocket. It caused him to jump a little, considering Peter was the only one in the room and it was absolutely silent beforehand. He was pleasantly surprised when he saw the name Harry on the screen accompanied by a green heart and a cute picture of the redhead he snuck when they were at the library a few weeks ago.

He slid up on the green button on his cell and put the phone to his ear. "Hey Har, what’re you up to?" He asked, blinking a few times and feeling a sting. How long has it been since Peter even closed his eyes?

"What am I up to?" Harry sounded worried over the phone but also a tad irritated. "Peter, it's almost three am. Are you still at Otto's?"

Peter was holding back a yawn as he listened to his boyfriend before stopping dead in his tracks. Three in the morning?

"Wait did you just sa- it's three in the morning?" Peter rolled back in his office chair, standing up and looking at all the work around him, then the clock on the wall. Yup, three am. "Son of a bitch!"

He could barely hear the laughter on the other line from Harry, which was a little bit of annoyance and "oh my god that man is a disaster".

"I'm gonna clean up and then be home in twenty babe, promise! I'll walk instead of waiting to take the train, I'll probably be faster that way," Peter was thinking out loud by the end, his phone wedged between his ear and his shoulder. He was quickly and hurriedly stashing his slides back where they went and closing up tubes to leave in the mini-fridge against the wall.

"As long as you're on your way soon, Pete. And hurry, I'm getting cold and lonely in the apartment, watching Star Wars all by myself..." Harry was just teasing now, laughing behind his words, but little did Peter know that he actually had the Empire Strikes Back playing in the living room.

"Okay, make it fifteen. I'll be there soon!"

Peter hung up after that and finished quickly packing stuff up, putting away all the machines properly, and taking his lab coat off. Once everything was put away properly and to the way he knew Octavius would like it, he started turning off the bigger machines and all the little lamps. Before turning off the overheads he grabbed his bag, stuffing his lab coat and some of his notebooks from the testing inside. He threw one of the straps over his shoulder and grabbed his keys, locking the lab door behind him after turning off the final sets of lights.

In twelve of the fifteen minutes he gave himself, Peter was back home to his apartment. The streets were never as busy at night like they were during 5:30 rush hour, so walking faster was easier to do. He had the thought of coming home to his boyfriend on his mind to keep him on track though, knowing tonight wasn’t the night to look around at buildings or signs he’s never noticed before. Besides, when you’ve got a cute, tired redhead back home waiting for you and a Star Wars movie, how could you want to take your time?

The brunet walked through the complexes front double doors, the lobby silent and still, but still waving a quiet hello to the night shift concierge before heading into the elevator. He suppressed a yawn before sticking his key into the doorknob and walking into his apartment. Upon entering the softly lit area, he could hear an array of popping noises from the microwave and Star Wars playing on the big TV, as promised.

"-Look at me. Judge me by my size, do you? Hm? Mmm. And worry should you not, my ally is the Force."

Peter turned to find his boyfriend, the one and only Harry Osborn himself, standing by the microwave with a relieved look on his face. He also looked tired, eyes still dark with sleep and his hair definitely showed he was asleep not too long ago.

"Empire Strikes Back! You really know how to bring a guy home, don't you?" Peter teased, dropping his keys on the counter before making his way towards the redhead.

Harry let out a laugh and leaned against the back counter when Peter made his way to him. He was honestly just glad the man was home at this point. Usually by ten, or as late as midnight, he'll shoot a text or call his boyfriend to let him know how late it was. Peter had a habit of forgetting everything around him when he got zoned into his own mind or project. He planned on doing the same thing tonight but he fell asleep on himself, and when he woke up at three am to see that Peter still wasn't home, he unlocked his phone as fast as possible.

Time aside, Harry was glad that his boyfriend was finally home and Peter was glad to be back, and they both showed that off by closing the distance between each other. The kiss was slow seeing as they were both tired and lazy, but even so, the redhead had slowly snaked his arms around the other man's waist to pull him closer.

That earned a gentle laugh out of Peter and he of course leaned into him because what else was he gonna do with the arms wrapped around him?

"Thanks for calling and bringing me back home," Peter murmured against his boyfriends' lips, pressing one last quick peck to him before leaning his head back into his own space.

"No problem, honey. Good to know that if I didn't call you might slowly decay in that lab though," Harry laughed, keeping his arms hooked around Peter's hips and hearing the dry laughter out of the brunet. "What were you working on that kept you focused so long?"

"Well…" Peter slid out from his boyfriends' grip to pull off his book bag and sit it on the kitchen floor, temporarily. Ignoring the finishing beeps of the microwave, Peter started explaining. "Once Otto left I was helping him work on some personal project he didn’t have enough time to do on his own tonight, but I did get some personal upgrades for the suit worked on tonight."

He finally finished rummaging through his bag and pulled out two little red bracelet looking things, which did slap on his wrists. They were his usual web-shooters, but he had recently developed a newer, stronger formula and added more guarding around the actual wrist band. It was mostly red and black but now there were little white plastic grooves in the band made the same plastic protection he was adding to his new suit.

Harry watched the whole scene in front of him play out with a sleepy smile, still not fully awake from his nap earlier. He did always love listening to Peter talk, whether it was about science or Spider-Man or something keeping him awake in the middle of the night. Sometimes he liked those moments the best, where it was just the two of them in their pitch-black room, talking about their days at work or something they saw a few hours ago. It was a good sense of relaxation in a way, but he especially liked hearing the brunet talk about things he was interested in. It was usually something Spider-Man or science-related, but it was just the way Peter could talk for hours on end about it and never tire, not what he was talking about.

Peter slipped one of the web-shooters into the taller man’s hand, letting him get a closer look at the gadget and slipping back into his other free arm.

“I finally finished up that extra strength formula I was cooking up a couple weeks ago so I can pull and carry more weight. I think it’ll go great with the new suit, which I should have finished by the end of the month if things go as planned schedule-wise.”

The redhead passed the gadget back to his boyfriend.

“That’s really good work. It sounds like Spider-Man’s gonna be the coolest hero by the end of the month then, bug.”

Peter dropped the web-shooter down into his bag and leaned into the taller man, both hands now rubbing at his sides as he wrapped his own loosely around Harry’s neck. The popcorn left in the microwave and the movie playing on the big screen was totally forgotten about at this point, the two men tired and taking in each other’s company instead

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed though, noticing something his boyfriend said. Bug? When has Harry ever called him that?

“Bug?” The brunet repeated aloud, “That’s...new. But they aren’t bugs if you’re talking about Spider-Man, spiders are actually arachnids.” He watched the tired grin grow on Harry’s face, matched with a signature eye roll that had nothing to do with annoyance.

“Mhm… I still like bug better, bug.”

The simple repeat got the shorter man laughing softly, his boyfriend eventually joining in. Peter could see the appeal in the pet name, and it did sound better than arachnid, but like he was ever going to admit to that.

“What, is it gonna piss you off if I keep calling you bug? Or do you actually like it?” Harry asked, still laughing but raising an eyebrow and tilting his head ever so slightly.

Peter was quick to dodge the question, not acknowledging the blush growing on his cheeks either as he dropped an arm to reach to his left and open the microwave. He pulled the bag of popcorn out and stepped out from Harry’s hands, turning and walking towards the couch. He plopped down and felt his body immediately relax and sink into the cushions.

“I don’t...I don’t believe it!”

“That is why you fail.”

Harry walked out of the kitchen and into the living room shortly after his boyfriend, following in his footsteps and sitting down right next to him, leg pressed against leg. As if on queue the shorter man let his head fall onto the others’ shoulder and he opened the bag of popcorn.

“You still didn’t answer my question, Pete,” The redhead murmured, reaching into the bag for a handful of popcorn.

“...You’re gonna miss the movie.”

#parksborn #parksborn fanfiction #fanfic #peter parker #harry osborn #not a certain universe?#definitely not tom holland tho kjdfhdh sorry #thcllslnrd #thcllslnrd fanfic

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dobrikburrito · 5 years

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Hey can you do a part two for David being a little bitch and not appreciating y/n???

& Anonymous said to dobrikburrito: Please make a part two to that little blurb about David being a bitch

a/n: apparently i don’t know the concept of a blurb and this is so big but i love it.

I woke up at 6 am to a notification on my phone. For a second my brain had an immediate response of thinking it was a text from David. Oh, it was David, but not a text.

It was a notification for his new vlog.

I sighed, no messages or calls from him throughout the night. I buried my face back in my pillow and returned to sleep.

I woke up near 10 am. No texts or calls. Leaving my phone behind, I went to take a long shower, trying to distract my mind with anything other than him. I treated myself, hydrated my hair, exfoliated my skin, did it all for me. I deserved it.

I did my hair and put on a nice outfit. I wasn’t really going anywhere or had any plans in mind, but you know what they say about feeling the worst: you gotta look your best. It does give you a little motivational upgrade.

Deciding I needed some lattes and sweets, I grabbed my keys and left my apartment. Smoothly lied to myself and forgot my phone. I could use the time away from all my expectations. After getting everything I needed from Starbucks’ drive thru, I made my way back. Curiosity got the best of me and I picked up my phone.

7 texts from David ♥

11 missed calls from David ♥

2 voice mails

My heart skips a beat. Half of me knows this routine is part of his life, it’s part of who he is and I shouldn’t be mad since I knew what I was signing up for. The other half of me also knew after posting a vlog there was a small window before it all started again. I loved him with all my heart, but I needed to let him know this was making me sad. I couldn’t put up with this for much longer.

Then Jason called me. Obviously. I didn’t pick up because I knew David would be listening.

A couple of minutes went by and Zane facetimed me. I knew David probably asked him to make sure I wasn’t dead or anything.

“Hey baby.” I smiled softly at him once I accepted his call.

“Hey mama,” Zane smiled at me widely. I could see he was at his place, lying on his couch. “How you doing?”

“I’m good, you?” I fixed my hair, trying to seem happier than I was.

“I’m good too. Are you sure you’re okay?” His tone was very giving on the fact that he was worried.

“I’ll be okay sweetie. Don’t worry about me.” I shrugged, trying hard to smile.

“Since you’re one of the smartest people I know, you probably know why I’m calling you,” Zane was always straightforward with me which was one of the reasons I loved him so much. “Just give him a call, okay? He’s worried sick and sometimes David takes a minute before he realizes he’s screwing up a good thing.”

I chuckled. “Oh, don’t I know it.” I shook my head, looking down. “I’m just taking a moment to think about everything, that’s all.”

“I understand baby. I just love you two too much to see both of you so sad.” Zane was legitimately like a big brother to me.

“Okay, I promise I’ll give him a call.” I smiled at him. “I love you Zane, never forget that.”

“I love you too baby. Call me if you need anything ok? Just say the word and we’ll either gain 5 pounds eating ice cream or get ourselves hella drunk.”

Instead of calling David, I decided to show up at his house. A call would just lead to that anyway. I let myself in, not finding him anywhere in the living room or kitchen, but quickly hearing his voice and Jason’s up in his room.

“I just don’t understand why she would talk to Zane and not me. Not even answer any of my texts or calls.” I could hear David pacing in his room. “Yesterday she wouldn’t even come home with me, acted all weird. I just don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

“David, you know I care for you a lot.” Jason started. “But sometimes you tend to prioritize work and I see (Y/N) standing there for hours unattended. It didn’t happen one or two times and you know it.”

David sighed loudly. “But this is my life, my career.”

“And (Y/N) is your girlfriend.” Jason pointed out with a nod.

David looked at him for a few seconds, knowing he was right. “Do you think she’s gonna break up with me?” A chill of fear ran through his whole body.

“You need to get your shit together David. You need to make room for (Y/N) in your life. Compromise. She does it all the time for you. It needs to go both ways.” Jason reasoned with him and I smiled, reminding myself to give Jason a hug later. “Or you’ll end up losing her.”

David ran his hands through his face. “I can’t… I can’t lose her.”

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen…” I said, walking in his bedroom and surprising both of them.

“(Y/N)…” David said, his jaw to the floor. He quickly walked towards me and hugged me tight. “I was worried sick something might have happen to you.”

Jason shot me a knowing smile, then got up from David’s bed and walked out of the room.

“I’ll leave you two alone.” Jason said. “Also, you’re too good for him.”

David flipped him off behind my back and earned a laugh from Jason. Once he let me go, I closed the door behind us. I still hadn’t said anything else.

“Are you okay?” David asked me, looking all over me for bruises or any good excuse for ghosting him all day.

“Yeah, I’m fine…” I started saying, getting cut from him soon after.

“Then why didn’t you answer any of my texts or calls?” His tone was a little demanding, which triggered me in a bad way.

I sighed and walked into his room, immediately regretting coming back. But I did love him too much to leave him hanging for longer or to not even try to fix it.

“Feels good to wait on someone else, doesn’t it?” I sat down on his bed.

“So, it was payback from yesterday?” He now had a petty tone.

I sighed again. “No, David, it wasn’t payback. I’m not a child. I just took one moment to think about everything and how I felt.”

“You need to think our relationship?” Now he was saying like it was something surreal.

Ugh. “Yes, David. Surprising as it is, I don’t feel so great about it right now.”

That caught him off guard. “Are you breaking up with me?”

“No. I’m trying to work things out.” My voice was soft now, a little tired. “David. I feel like I’m always following you around. I’m always the one who clears the schedule, changes plans, to go wherever you wanna go. I’m always restraining myself because I know you get jealous when I talk to other guys, even if it’s just friendly. But I’m also the one who needs to watch you filming instagram models all the time. I’m your main support and I feel like I’m always waiting for you to realize I’m here.”

David was looking at me throughout all of my confession. After I finished, he sat next to me.

“I didn’t know you felt that way. You could’ve told me.” He said, staring at the floor.

“I did, though!” I closed my eyes for a second, only confirming how he barely listened to me. “I did it yesterday, the day before that. After that party with Charlie. After Kristen’s birthday party. I do it all the time. You just… don’t take it seriously, because you believe that I’ll always be around.”

Every word out of my mouth was a knife to my own heart but I knew he was hurting as well, knowing how messed up things had become. I looked down to hide my own tears.

“I know how important your work is for you. That’s why I try not to complain or demand things from you. But feeling like second option every time hurts.” I whispered it.

“You’re not… second option, (Y/N).” David looked at me, noticing the teary eye. “I love you.”

“I know you do.” I sighed and nodded. “But love has nothing to do with attention. Even right now I feel like such a bitch for asking this from you and honestly it’s such a basic aspect of a relationship.”

He went to take my hand on his, caressing it with one hand and holding it with his other.

“I don’t know what to do to make this better.” David whispered to me. “Tell me what to do.”

“You know, for once, I really wanted you to realize it by yourself without anyone else telling you.” My voice was a little harsh but I was being honest, tears start rolling from my eyes and he looks at me, his expression completely heart broken. “Maybe you need some time to figure that out, David.”

He looked up at me, fear in his eyes. I got up and started walking towards the door, David followed me before I could leave and grabbed my arm, turning me around.

“Please, don’t leave me. Please, please.” Both of his hands were now in my face and his eyes were watering. “I love you, I need you. I can’t do this without you. I’ve been the worst boyfriend to you and you deserve better, I know that. But let me be better, let me make it up to you and I promise you’ll never feel unloved again. I hate myself for doing this in the first place, but please, just… give me another chance. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time and I’m sorry I took you for granted.”

All the right words for the man you loved was making you smile mid tears. I nodded and kissed him a million times. “Please don’t hurt me again.” I said as our foreheads touched. “I’m believing your words and I love you and I really want us to work.”

He gave me one deep kiss. “I love you so much.” He kissed me again. “I’m going to show you that every single day.”

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murasaki-murasame · 4 years

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After doing way too many summons on this gala without getting Gala Elly I’m just gonna quit while I’m ahead and start hoarding for the New Years banner, lol. And in the mean-time I’ll probably be skipping the Christmas banner so that kinda sucks but oh well.

Either way, I still got a whole bunch of new stuff in my gala summons, and also I have a lot of thoughts about the new This Month in DL post, so I’ll just put the rest of my thoughts under the cut.

I swear to god this gala was the most summons I’ve done on a banner without getting a focus unit, lmao. This must be punishment for me getting like three copies of Gala Euden last time. I think I did like 250 summons total, which included over 10 5-stars, but no Gala Elly. I may or may not end up caving to my temptations and grinding adventurer stories and hard mode campaign levels to try and summon more, but I should just quit while I’m ahead.

Either way, my haul of 5-stars, new and dupes, is:

-Gala Ranzal

-Wedding Elly

-Xanfried

-Lea

-Jeanne

-Chthonius

-Dupes of B-Zardin, Victor, Sylas, Cassandra, Gala Sarisse, Shinobi, Vayu, and Long Long [x2]. I also got another dupe Shinobi from the 5-star dragon voucher thing they just gave us.

Let’s just say that I don’t know how to feel about wanting Gala Elly and then getting Gala Ranzal + Wedding Elly, lmao. At least they’re both new units for me. Though it feels doubly bad that I got Gala Ranzal, 45MC’d him, and then almost immediately afterward I got Wedding Elly. Welp. I’m a Noelle main in eHMC anyway so it’s not a huge deal. But it’s nice to get my wind roster fleshed out more.

I’m honestly really happy about getting Xanfried, and it more or less makes up for not getting Gala Elly. He was one of those 5-stars who I was vaguely tempted to dream summon because it was bugging me that I still didn’t have him. Now I think the only launch 5-star I don’t have is Hildegarde.

I’m also happy about getting Lea, even if she isn’t a great unit and I have like six other flame swords. I really like her whole design aesthetic.

I don’t really care much about the new 5-star dragons I got, but they’re nice to have. The Long Long dupes are nice, though, since now I have a nearly MUB one for my Lin You.

Oh and I got regular Aeleen as well, and she was the last non-limited 4-star I needed to get, so that’s cool.

We’ve known about the next banner for a while because of datamines, but either way, I feel a little bit salty that the new 5-star is literally just Thaniel But Better [tm], lol. If it weren’t for the fact that Chocolatiers is a limited print, I’d say that she wouldn’t even be worth it when Thaniel’s a more accessible option who works just fine in HBH because the whole fight is literally tuned around his kit since until now he’s been the only real healer for it. I hope this doesn’t lead to people acting like Thaniel’s not good enough for eHBH anymore once Jiang Ziya comes out. I’ve invested way too much into him to switch. I did recently craft the HDT water spear, and I can use my H-Maritimus on Elly if I want to use her in eHBH, but I still want to stick to Thaniel.

And on that note my H-Maritimus is at 2UB, and between the sunlight stone we’ll get soon from the Megaman event, and the dragons I have at nearly max bond level, he’ll probably be MUB soon, which should push my Thaniel above 7k might, which will be great. He’s currently at about 6,850 might, between him having +200 augments, Chocolatiers at +190 augments, a MUB HDT1 water staff, etc etc. And we’re gonna be getting the Christmas event facility again soon so that’ll boost him up even further.

Also I’m really not interested in the new dragon since he’s just water Hastur and I don’t care about that at all, lol. Durant seems cool but I already have a 50MC Natalie, and he’s a 4-star so he’d be easy enough to get off-banner anyway.

I’m gonna probably skip the Christmas banner since I went all in on this gala and I want to save for the New Years banner. And since it looks like the Christmas banner will be in just a week or so, I won’t exactly have many resources saved up by that point anyway. I’m not really interested in any of the existing Christmas alts, though, so it’d probably be an easy skip anyway, unless the new ones really interest me.

I hope that them doing the Christmas rerun stuff earlier in the month than I expected means we might get a Christmas-themed raid event afterward, but I won’t get my hopes up. I think we’re due for a new raid event anyway, but that’ll probably be what the New Years event is anyway, I guess.

I’m curious to see how they handle the New Years stuff, since it’d feel weird to rerun the Ieyasu event/banner, with how that was themed around the current zodiac year. I think we’ll just get a new event with new units, and probably a new welfare unit along with the event itself. With how good Ieyasu was [and how salty I still am about not having him], I think it’ll be worth saving for that.

Though considering that the next story chapter is gonna apparently be Luca-focused, I’m guessing the January gala unit will be Gala Luca, who I’d be extremely interested in, so that’s another thing to worry about saving for, lol.

And on that note we’re getting Chapter 11 in about two weeks, and even though we got more or less the same teaser description for it as last time, we at least have a better look at the two new android characters. Even though they’re gonna be antagonists I still kinda hope we can get them as playable units some day.

We also got more info on the new endgame boss mode, and even though I still want more specific details about it, my current guess is that it’s basically going to be High IO. It’ll probably be themed around there being new android military squads to fight against, with the new bosses being their leaders or whatever. It’d be fun to get some genuinely difficult wave-based content, but it’d also be great if it means we can get facility upgrade materials a lot faster.

The reveal of the new mode being called The Agito Uprising also more or less confirms that rumour that’s been going around for a while, which also talked about how the Christmas banner would include a new Christmas Phoenix alt, that the new endgame bosses would drop 6-star weapons, that we’ll get a Monster Hunter collab in February, and that Mikoto, Ezelith, Naveed, and Xanfried will be at least some of the first units to get their sixth mana circle upgrades.

I’m honestly kinda happy to hear about Christmas Phoenix since that makes it more likely that the Christmas banner will be an easy skip for me, lmao. But anyway, I really wouldn’t be surprised to see the Agito Uprising bosses dropping weapons that are roughly between 5t3s and HDT weapons in power. we really need something like that to ease the transition into the eHDT cycle. I’ve basically given up on getting into eHJP/eHZD until something along those lines happens to make them more accessible, lol.

I still have a lot of questions about how the whole sixth mana circle upgrade thing will work, and sadly this didn’t really tell us anything new, but they at least said that they’re aware of how limited the pool of units used in endgame content is, and that they’ll try and make changes to make more units viable for that, so that’ll probably be the main point of the sixth mana circles. I have a feeling that only 5-star units will end up getting them, which would kinda suck. There’s a lot of 5-stars who need an upgrade, but there’s also a lot of other units who need an upgrade too.

They did mention that they’ll be doing something with 3-star units in general, though, so I’m really curious about that. I really really want them to rebalance 3-star units so that they all have 100% on-element status resistances. I could take or leave anything else, but they really need that sort of buff. There’s no real point to holding back a unit by giving them incomplete or off-element status resistances. Which also applies to welfare 4-stars. For example, my Xania would be way more viable in eHMS if she can get to 100% stun res without needing a print, and it’d just be great in general if Vixel could get an actually relevant status resistance for his element. I have a feeling they won’t change anything else about their kits, but even just that’d be nice.

My realistic prediction for what the sixth mana circle upgrades will actually include is that it’ll more or less just be more of what we already have with the current ones. It’ll probably just be a few flat stat upgrades, maybe some more coability node upgrades, and one or two upgrades to the skills/abilities of each unit. At the very least I think that units will get a third upgrade to their S2, since those only go up to two upgrade tiers whereas every unit gets three tiers to their S1. And there’s a lot they could do to improve units by buffing and adding stuff to their S2s. For example, Thaniel would really benefit from getting a regen heal added to his S2, but Jiang Ziya existing makes me think they’re just forgetting about Thaniel for good. I can’t really think of what they could do with any of the 5-stars, though. It’s possible but less likely that some units might also get upgrades to one of their abilities, but that’s a bit more uncertain than them getting skill upgrades, if only because there’s a lot of ability types that you just can’t upgrade at all, like 100% status resistance or skill prep abilities.

It’d be really nice if they changed the second ability of 3-stars to 100% status resistance and gave them something entirely new for their third ability, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they just buff the 25% status resistance abilities of those units to 50% status resistance.

Also, we got more details about how we’re getting higher-level void battles added, and higher difficulties added to the void dragons, which I think is a necessary addition in order to help bridge the gap toward endgame content. As it is now, void battles aren’t really worth doing outside of endeavors. But it’s also nice that they’ve added augments to the void dragons and stuff.

In general they’d been making a lot of steps toward easing the progression toward endgame content, especially with the other changes they made to Avenue to Fortune, and them also adding augments to HDT drops. It’s nice that they’re aware of the issue of how steep the progression curve is right now, but it also really makes it clear that it’s a genuine problem that they’re currently being stuck trying to fix. I don’t really blame them for it, though. These things happen with games like this. I’m just glad that they’re actually addressing it instead of leaving it unchanged.

It’ll sadly take a while for them to add all of the new void bosses on the same tier as the Volcanic Chimera, but it’ll be nice to eventually have more accessible options to get into other eHDTs and stuff.

Anyway a whole bunch has been going on lately and I think it’s on a good track. Honestly my biggest issue right now is that since they changed the UI I keep clicking the wrong buttons when I’m trying to go between menus, lmao.

Oh and yeah the Megaman event is a thing that’s happening. There’s really not a lot to say about it because it’s so barebones and gameplay-focused, but it’s fun, and I like how much they’re leaning into the aesthetic of it. Megaman himself is a really goddamn weird unit, though. I like how much he’s apparently designed to play like he’s in an actual Megaman game, but it’s a weird playstyle to get used to for this game. And I still prefer Xania as a flame wand, lol.

#dragalia lost #this week on 'rate up is a lie': I get punished for my hubris :)

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Why Celebrities Are Worth More Than You

Before I dive (copy that? Because this post is gonna be so deep? Edit: I’ll take Jesus and one litre of bleach, thank you) into this storm of revelations, ANNOUNCEMENT!!! This is the first post in a series where I go all in on a particular topic and dig up hidden nuggets of wisdom from it. In other words, I rant. Hard.

Why am I blessing you with this goodness?

This entire series boils down to improving your mindset. You’ve probably heard the legend that in the Solomon Islands, villagers practiced an, ahem, unique form of logging. If a tree was too large to be felled with an ax, the natives withered down the tree by cursing it for weeks. That’s the idea behind this series: repetition. The PRIMARY reason why I win a lot, is because I am a perennial liar and I won't take a no for my dreams. If I want to have ‘x’ trait, I’ll lie and say I have ‘x’ trait till I do have ‘x’ trait.

This is also known as the Reality Distortion Field, popularised by Steve Jobs. “Steve Jobs’s “reality distortion field” was a personal refusal to accept limitations and to convince himself that any difficulty was surmountable. This “field” was so strong that he was able to convince others that they, too, could achieve the impossible. It was an internal reality so powerful it also became an external reality.” (x)

The catch? The distortion field, and mindset in general, works MAJORLY through repetition. So I don't care if you think you’re the biggest, saddest wanker around, I’m going to drum into your ears that you’re a star and trust me, by the end of this series, every constellation out there will be pining for you.

So tea, I’M ON FIRE TODAY, so if you have a coffee (tea?) to drink, some time to invest on yourself, and a sturdy ol’ cerebrum to upgrade, then join in and watch out for this series (Letters From Solomon Islands, WHATTUP) on your dashboards. My people already know that the how-to’s are clickbait anyway (Coughs, chokes on the shade.)

Why We Adore Our Celebs

The other day I was stalking Tom Hiddleston in my bathroom (please don't use your imagination) and exactly one day ago I had been stalking Billie Eilish in there (yes nosy Eric, I'm bi, but again, don’t get carried away) and there was an interview talking about her rise to fame, and THAT, fellow denizens, got me wondering: Why do we have celebrities? (A profound question Nandini, you’ve done us proud.)

Before you spit something political like “capitalism!”, put down that crochet pattern for a sec. Close your eyes (welcome to woke therapy, ayo), and I want you to envision one of your role models- the people you look up to and would DIE if you get a chance to meet them. The icons you stalk excessively on Insta and have all the notifs on for. No, Sally, your crush on Zac Efron’s abs doesn't count. Sorry to crush your hopes.

Second, consider WHY you love this person so much. It could be anyone - an actor, influencer *smirks*, singer, that hot man down the street who helped you pick up your groceries that one time because you’re clumsy- yup, anyone. Now, trap that love here, in these pages, as you read. (Oh Sally, here’s toilet paper and a cookie, stop sniffling.)

Here’s some foreshadowing: In a nutshell, ‘celebrities’ exist because the rest of us are— excuse us, politically incorrect statement coming through— losers. Or better put, because we can't become ‘celebrities’ ourselves. Don’t run in with your frying pan just yet, James, I’ll do a thorough deconstruction. Stay put and listen up:

Look around and you’ll find that most of the citizenry is living a life for others. Whether subconsciously, or consciously, it’s as if we’re pre-programmed to imitate and copy whatever the herd is up to. “Yo, whatcha up to, Nate, you out partying? I’ll see you in ten then.” “Lol, are you living under a rock? Do you seriously not know what Uggs are?” “I mean… yeah, I hate Justin Bieber too, of course I do.”

And that's not our fault, really. Society briefs us on the ground rules of fitting in pretty early on: get good grades, go to college, try to find a nice paying job– and we do it, like unquestioning muppets helpless in its domineering hands.

Because we all know the ramifications that’ll crop up if we don’t. If anyone even dares to be a bit different, they’re freezed out and ridiculed. They’re slapped with labels such as “insane”, “naive”, “misfit”, or the best one yet - “selfish”. Selfish for living true to themselves. Selfish for hustling hard and making THEIR dreams a reality. Selfish for having the courage to put their own desires before society’s. What. A. Big. Yawn. I’m sleeping on y’all.

And that’s precisely where celebs beat us to the finish line.

Look, these ‘acclaimed’ personalities bubble up because most are afraid to be the most bona fide and best version of themselves. It’s much easier to plop on the couch, switch on the TV, and say, “Man, I could do that any day. And prob better too,” while trying to pick up the remote control with your two toes because you’re too comfy to get up right now.

Your role models, idols, and mentors – the entire bulk of these people have a willpower and fortitude that you could only dream of. They’ve hunted down their fears and faced numerous challenges to follow their dreams. They’ve chosen to remain true to their authentic selves even under constant judgment. Sure, they were all called eccentrics and crazy at one point or another, but— ok no, (edit: wow, I had a mood swing here, lmao) they ARE eccentrics. They ARE crazy. Wild for wanting to change the world. Mad for inspiring millions of people. They’re lunatics who had the audacity to dream big, shed the shells of doubt and insecurity, and dared to live their best life.

Moral of the story is: Celebrities, pop stars, and internet personalities aren’t just people who got lucky and wealthy. They had a special kind of fearlessness and self-awareness to get here, qualities worth examining for yourself.

So here’s your mental workout for this post —

Go and ruminate deeply about what makes you love the people you admire. What do they have or do that you want as well? Is it their spontaneity? Their courage and faith? Or is it their kindness and humanity? Or perhaps most importantly, their passion? Have you fallen in love with their excitement to go to work or does your heart melt at the gratitude they show others?

Find out what it is that makes your eyes sparkle and the corners of your lips turn up when you look at them. It is easier to find what you’d love to do from what others are doing than brainstorm on an empty page. *Sally looks up from the corner* “And then what?” *Me, smiles, sensing the crazy philo rant coming ahead* “And then, Sally dear, you live.”

The next step is a big one. You do what THEY did. If they’re passionate, YOU learn to become devoted to your dreams as well. If they don’t give up, you NEVER STRAY either.

You see, we have it in all of us to become great. And we can start wherever we are. Jen Sincero, an author and coach, put it well: “It’s not your fault you’re fucked up, BUT it is your fault if you stay fucked up.” So start where you are. Start NOW. Follow the advice Will gave to Louisa in his departing letter in Me Before You (I’m a soppy romcom fanatic) – “There is a hunger in you, Clark. A fearlessness. You just buried it, like most people do… so live boldly. Push yourself. Don’t settle. Just live well. Just LIVE.”

Love, the world isn’t as scary as we’ve all grown up to think it is. Passion, kindness, faith and magic breathes among us. You’re not a loser, darling, scribble over that insult so it says “lover”, and heal, knowing that the world awfully, I give you my word of honor (still an 18th century woman, y’all), wants you to win.

And I? I’ll be right here waiting for the day when there’ll be no such demarcation of people as “winners” or “suckers”; just conquerors with big hearts and unbreakable faith, all ready to make that small life count.

Go win.

The End Card That Rambles On And Plugs Even More

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Thanks for dropping by! It was a pleasure having you around. If you wish to stick for a bit, I’d suggest picking one of the related posts mentioned above.

I post new posts bi-weekly, and my wins, & journal entries throughout the week, so follow me if you’re into conquering life, leaving a legacy and being the baddest badass you can possibly be. I’ll be your side pal, cheering you along.✨

And that was it, it’s a wrap! Martha, shut the cams, Henry, pause the audio, and Nandita, I know you’re pretending to be deaf, but Mom’s yelling something about doing the dishes. Better skip along.

And you, fellow conqueror? Keep slaying life, doing the work and making it count. I hope you’re well, stay strong and go conquer life. ✧

I’m sending you so much love, see you soon.

— Nandini 💌 (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

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TW Script liveblog - Season 1 Episode 1: Wolf Moon

Or, as it is otherwise known:

Teen Wolf Scripts!

Check it out, Wolfiends. This is a loooooong post consisting of screenshots of the Teen Wolf script alongside my own rambling commentary. I'm not here to review the show; finer minds than myself have got that covered. Nor is it a photo-recap; that has been done by crazier bastards than myself. What I am here for is scraping the bottom of the barrel so hard I'm eating splinters, give me that Teenage Lupine content, give me ALL OF THE CONTENT--

*ahem*

Excerpts have been selected based on the following criteria: 1) It did not make the final cut; 2) It substantially altered; 3) It offers extra detail not apparent from the show, such as description and direction; and 4) I felt like including it.

Fun times (and, obviously, a hell of a lot of spoilers) below the cut.

(What the heckie do these colours mean? We may never know)

So let's get started.

Answering the real questions here: Scott's shirtlessness was script mandated, not just a case of Posey being slightly allergic to clothes. Let's all take a moment to think about Scott's lithe frame and then go to jail reminisce over how it felt when we had no idea what he would come to mean to us. Sigh.

Aaaaand paydirt! Here is a lovely little scene we never saw on screen.

Doesn't really tell us anything we didn't learn soon enough, but any McCall family time is time well spent. And I'm not sorry they deleted the casual clumsiness from Scott's intro, so I can keep my headcanon that he had mad lacrosse skills from all his practising but just couldn't play due to asthma.

A wild Stiles appears!

And it is the perfect intro to his character, easy to see why they didn't change a thing. DOB nailed it.

Before long, we are introduced to--

-- Wait, hold up, who? Looks like Stiles's dad got a promotion sometime between "Double Buff" and filming. Congrats, John Michael Noah!

Seriously, though, consider the extra layer of politics and secrecy that would have been going on if he was just a deputy rather than Sheriff. What a different show it would have been, especially in later seasons.

WHY, JEFF DAVIS? WHY ARE YOU COMMENTING ON THE ‘BEAUTY’ OF A GHASTLY SEVERED CORPSE? HOW IS THIS WOMAN'S ATTRACTIVENESS OR OTHERWISE RELEVANT TO THE SITUATION? DID SCOTT PAUSE MID-PANIC TO THINK "WOW SHE IS HOT (ALSO DEAD AND BISECTED)"? /end rant

But now it's time for--

--and that means

Back to school time!

Setting the scene. Californians, is this a fair representation of your high school experience? Asking for research purposes.

Also, petition for girls and girls also to be able to hold hands. Down with the patriarchy.

It's everyone's favourite juice enthusiast! Looks like the Sheriff wasn't the only one who moved up in the world over the course of the script revision process - Jackson only had a BMW here instead of his Porsche.

As with Stiles's intro, we achieve Peak Jackson in his very first scene:

*snort*

And while we're doing intros--

But wait, this is a game changer -- you think you know how it does, right? Breezing past Stiles as if he wasn't even there, completely ignoring him? Well THINK AGAIN!

Yeah I lied.

So this is new - Scott's hearing was going to be much stronger here, perceiving the caller's voice as well from that distance! What secrets shall be revealed from the other half of this conversation?

Huh. Yeah, that contributed nothing, and would have had absurd implications for werewolf hearing. Also would have been a totally banal first glimpse of Victoria Argent, which is just unacceptable.

Did this happen? I don't recall it. Would have been a cool shot.

*Curiosity is piqued*

I confuse. Is this an editing fail? Two versions of the scene that got smooshed together? Or does Lydia swoop twice (possible Banshee prefiguring)?

I like the book-spilling version. It establishes Allison as kind.

But this bit --

-- I do not like. It seems to suggest that there was always something about Allison that helped Scott control his shift, or even suppressed it? Rather than it being his feelings for her that reminded him of his humanity and strengthened his will. Nopity nope.

Now for another intro:

It's Harley!

Yeah, I didn’t know either. I guess she got shafted for some reason…which is a pity, because the girl has got snark.

SHOTS FIRED.

Meanwhile…is Harley into Scott? Were we going to have a triangle of luuurve? Not sorry we didn't, triangles are an overrated romantical shape (unless they're equilateral ones, but for some reason teen shows are all about the isosceles and I am over it), but Harley could have been an actual character. RIP, girl I could have liked.

Also RIP Harley's heart, because

Thus far we have had character intros that were Peak Stiles, Peak Jackson and Peak Lydia ('s queen bitch façade). Now we have one that is a massive understatement:

Oh, sweet summer children. We ain't seen nothing yet.

Do you sometimes forget how mutually toxic Lydia and Jackson's relationship was? Ugh.

Excellent priorities, Scott. But so far so canon.

A FIGURE

Who's it gonna be, ohmigosh mysterious figure--

Ohmigosh, is it--

*ahem* sorry

Okay I think I'm beginning to understand why we absolutely had to know about the ravishing beauty of corpse-lady: Jeff Davis is simply incapable of giving a description of anyone without reminding us how attractive they are. HEY EVERYONE! THIS IS A SHOW FOR HOT PEOPLE! EYE CANDY OVER HERE!

…waitaminute, back the truck up.

WhaaAAAAAT?

*thinking forward to skeevy Kate plotline, Hale fire was 6 years ago, runnin' the numbers, doin' the math*

19 minus 6 equals …KATE you EFFING PEDO GET in the BIN RIGHT NOW--

--nah just kidding, they obviously decided to age him up sometime after this edit. Also, as has been observed, Jeff Davis inhabits a world blissfully innocent of such things as calendars.

Now I hope I have sufficiently distracted my audience with squicks and figures, because I want to sneak this one through without getting crucified.

Okay we're done here, on to--

Really, there's nothing--

One million hardcore Sterek shippers: *collectively lose their shit*

One innocent liveblogger: *hides*

All twelve Scerek shippers: *are validated*

Someone sensible: It's just one line of direction in a first meeting, it doesn't mean--

One desperate liveblogger: OKAY, MOVING ON

This is such a great scene -- the terror of all those panicking cats, Scott wanting to calm them but, realising he is the problem, freaks out himself -- and it just got even better, because there's something missing here that we saw on-screen.

While it could have come in a later revision, I choose to believe that singing "hey, kitties!" in greeting was just Tyler Posey's natural instinct upon walking into a room full of feline friends.

But now Allison is here, and Scott has passed off the panic baton to her.

Woooo Scott is getting his wolf on! But he doesn't seem to know it yet. I wonder from whose perspective Scott's calm is supposed to be 'odd', because I wouldn't have expected him to get worked up about an injured dog given his job. And how many wolves has Jeff Davis met? I don't think their eyes typically glow, outside of tapetum lucidum reflections. But what do I know, I'm not a zoologist.

Also -- they were supposed to have an umbrella? Budget cuts are brutal.

Do you ever forget how adorable Scallison were before things got complicated? Can I get an "Awww"?

It's also nice that they gave Allison reasons to be interested in Scott beyond 'he's cute' and 'he noticed me'. She admires him for his competence and gentleness here, she's seen him excelling at sports without being a douche about it, and their first interaction was one of generosity. This is why it's disappointing that they cut the bit where Allison helps a stranger with her books -- it's a pity they didn't show us Scott's reasons for liking Allison beyond 'she's pretty'. A sadly typical imbalance in Hollywood: boys are admirable for what they do, girls for how they look. Thank all the gods and little fishes that Allison subverts the hell out of this trope later on.

Is this or is this not the cutest interaction? It gets better:

Cats are one thing, Scotty, but you gotta think about your choices when dogs are judging you.

Now who’s being judgemental

'Litigious', Scott? And before the word-a-day calendar regime, too. Insert comment about American litigation culture here.

Scott is definitely talking about the dog not at all about himself why would you say that--

Okay so Scott's having his weird woodsy sleepwalking dream now, and I have to go back and check because -- white? Why are the Alpha's eyes white? Sure enough:

Did they retcon the Alpha red eyes thing after the Pilot/Wolf Moon was shot Even in the earlier scene where Scott was bitten:

White eyes. What gives, Jeff?

While we're here, let's just take a second to appreciate Peter the Cartoon CGI Gorilla-Wolf. LOL.

Get back to the scripts woman, the photo recap thing has been covered, stay in your lane

AWKWARD. Anyway that's the same as in canon, but I initially read that as 'mysterious smile' and freaked because was that pool owner person supposed to be significant??, but no, never mind, carry on.

Meanwhile, this ep is just FULL of iconic moments.

All together now,

*sighs happily*

Was it as good for you as it was for me?

Later, at the lacrosse scrimmage:

I checked the episode, and…nope. No Derek stalking around on the field in this scene. That we saw.

Oh good, we hadn't seen a naked torso in a while, I was starting to worry

Who can get enough of Melissa--Scott moments? Not me, that's for sure. But wait--

Voices becoming TINNY what is happening

Someone's creeping

*sings* ‘Who can it BEEE no-ow?’

*snort*

In other news, Jackson is not the only one who got a vehicular upgrade. I don’t know enough about cars to discern the mystical significance of these changes. Experts please?

Ah, can't believe they cut this! Is he just embarrassed to have an inhaler in front of Allison, or does he realise on some level that his asthmatic days are over?

Oh yikes, is this another scene of which we were ROBBED? I want my absolute and agonizing awkward teen silence!

ROBBED, I say! Robbed of canon confirmation of Scott's dorky music taste!

Awww.

I liked Scallison well enough, but if these scenes had been included I would have been 200% sold on it from ep 1.

Confused Scydia moment! I wonder if Lydia greeted Stiles like that too, and if so how hard he flailed.

Harley again! In the version that made it to screen she and Stiles both ask Scott if he's okay. That girl should have stayed a character. *grumpy face*

"Deep black eyes"? "Strangely hypnotic"? Preeeeetty sure he was just standing there with his regular (insanely pretty) ambiguously green-hazel eyes; and while that was a fair attempt at a charming smile (for Derek), "hypnotic" it wasn't.

That would have been a cool visual.

“Powerfully muscular”; “strangely seductive”; “He's given into it”

I'll tell you who's into it, Jeff Davis is into it And you know what?

So am I.

*Curiosity intensifies*

A nice little moment of realisation we never got to see

This is changed up a bit -- in the show the dialogue comes before the wrestling, there's no throat-gripping (Derek holds Scott down with a hand on his chest), and we have yet to see those shiny blue eyes.

Also, demonic. *shivers*

That's interesting - obviously was going to be more support to the false lead of Derek being the Alpha, but they walked it back.

A bit of added urgency here

"Steps out of the darkness" -- from what we saw, Derek was just standing there next to Scott, no added drama. Add this to the 'hypnotic deep black eyes' we never saw -- can it be that the creeper-wolf that graced our screens was actually the less spooky version??

I guess they forgot to talk to the sun’s manager about their filming schedule.

Well that answers my question about how Stiles knew where to find Scott. Sort of.

Also: Aaaaaaaangst.

Aww, my heart. The bromance.

I love how it's "instantly recognisable," but in the final cut they can’t help throwing in a flashback to all of three minutes ago just to make sure we recognise him. Thanks for the vote of confidence, Teen Wolf.

Yes, apparently that is Chris Argent's idea of a 'friendly smile'.

Also, sworn enemy. Lol.

Great ending to a great pilot episode! And what extra-delicious and not-at-all mouth-perforating splinters of teeny wolfy goodness does our script-reading scrape up for us?

Well, we have extra delightful domestic scenes with the McCalls; extra adorable baby flirting between our star-crossed lovers (not that they know the heavens hate them yet, shhh); a wonderful character who could have been in Harley (will she show up more in future scripts? At what point did they decide to consign her to the trash can of oblivion? Or did she just disappear because she realised she had no chance with Scott now that Allison is here?); and honestly, it ws worth it for Jackson’s favourite word alone.

But clearly the most important thing we leaned from the Teen Wolf Pilot script (Double Buff edition) is that the

we know and love is NOT, in fact, the creepiest, most melodramatic, most stalkerish version of himself. He could have been worse. Watching Scott at practice earlier than we knew eavesdropping on him shirtlessly discussing sex with him mum, using strangely hypontic deep black eyes on unsuspecting teenage girls, emerging theatrically from the shadows -- just imagine, if he'd been behaving like that from the get-go, no way would Scott have trusted him. Good job toning it down, Jeff Davis!

Exeunt.

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Q&A: LadyNoirJuly2k17

Prompt 2 and 4: Banter and Common Interest

I love these children so much. Alya is such an amazing character, I love including her.

Also, not all of these prompts are completely for me and I can’t see taking it in a non-generic direction, so I might combine them like this, though I could give each of these their own if I had the time.

Smol angst, large procrastination. Do I plan to get all of these prompts done? Perhaps.

May turn multi-chapter. Cross-posted indeed.

“You know, for a surprisingly private group of superheroes that don’t normally share information, you’re taking this two-on-one interview that’s covering way more than usual pretty well.”

“I mean, we’re not that private- “

Chat looked at her, and she sighed. “Okay, so we are. Can’t we indulge Paris a little?”

Alya shrugged. “Of course. Way more daily hits after every interview, so I don’t mind in the slightest. Gotta make a few extra euro somehow; equipment doesn’t pay for itself.”

Chat quipped, “Cost is all relative, depending on how much you value your safety and well-being in comparison to the Ladyblog. Judging by the lengths you go to for a scoop, I doubt human cost is that much. Your smartphone was your canvas for over a year.”

“Always improving, always upgrading. On the subject of cost, why are you two doing this for free, when you could make some serious cash from a legit news source?”

Ladybug paused. “Um, are we still on record?”

“Yes, we are.”

“Okay, well consider it a favor from friends.”

Alya nearly passed out, but she shook her head, attempting to rid herself from the mental haze. Snap out of it, this is the moment you’ve been building up for! Joint interview, no holds barred! “So, what are you guys like out of costume?”

The two heroes looked at each other, having a mental conversation. This seems a little too personal, Chat. ‘Well, I don’t know about that, we can just answer vague. You know, the way we agreed we’d do in the first place and that we both know she won’t notice given how much she caves when it comes to us.’ Fair enough, but you know if she tries to prod at a level of knowledge I’m uncomfortable with- ‘Say no more, Bugaboo. We’ll make sure it gets redacted after the fact should either of us answer, we pull out of the interview if she prods us too far when you say the word.’ Thanks, Chat. Glad you understand. ‘You know, I wouldn’t be opposed to, ya know, off the record, maybe-‘ Chat. ‘Sorry. Won’t go there.’ Good.

“You two have been staring into each other’s eyes for like a minute and I’ve repeated the question twice.” They turned to face the reporter, embarrassed. “Anything going on there you want to tell all of Paris about? Confirm our suspicions perhaps?”

“NOPE ANYTHING BUT THAT THANKS.”

“WHAT WAS THE QUESTION AGAIN?”

“Okay Chat, one more time. What are you guys like out of costume? Your interests, hobbies? No, stop staring at each other, this is on video too.” Their heads swiveled around, muttering and coughing under their breaths.

“I’ll go first.”

“Thanks Chat. We’re dying to hear how the ultimate ladies’ man-“ Ladybug mimicked gagging for a few moments. “-spends his time traipsing around the city, or chilling at home, wherever that may be.”

“Well, I like to stop by this wonderful little bakery by Collège Françoise Dupont, the Tom and Sabine’s Boulangerie Patisserie.” This elicited a physical response from both Alya and Ladybug, one of which had much to tell her friend, the other of which was flipping out at the prospect of Chat Noir being so close to her without their heroic identities.

“Their pastries are essentially the best in town, no question. The chocolate éclair is probably my favorite. And the whole family that works there is so nice.”

Ladybug was fast turning shades akin to her suit, and Alya was eating up every second of the compliments. “So, Chat Noir, I take it you’re a fan of the bakery? You’d recommend it to anyone looking for a treat around the 21st arro?”

“No question in my mind at least. Can’t recommend enough.”

“Anything else?”

“Well, I do love video games. The Mecha Strike series has been with me for years and I tend to be pretty good at it if I do say so myself, but I’ve always enjoyed some more even-paced story driven titles like the Fallout or Legend of Zelda franchises.”

“Super cool. Now onto the bug.” Alya cleared her throat. “So, Lady Luck, what does our city’s finest heroine do in her free time? What does this little ladybug enjoy?”

Ladybug was composed, for now. Hey, if he can unwind me like that, I can do it back to him. Maybe it’s cruelty, but he won’t ever need to know why. “Well, I also like to stop by that bakery, in fact, nearly every day. There’s actually the possibility that I’ve gotten to see you outside of your magical leather pajamas, Chat Noir.” She lightly tapped him on the nose, and Chat fought the urge to turn into Jell-O. I might have seen her with the masks off? Damn, I’ve got to be paying more attention if I am ever going to get her to notice me.

“I also would say that I’m quite a whiz at Mecha Strike games. I’ve played it since I was just a little ladybug, and I bet I could beat you any day, any time, Chat. And don’t even get me started on Zelda or all things Bethesda.” Chat cursed himself. This woman is going to be the death of me. At least it’ll be at her hands. Quick, think of something witty to say!

“Okay, Bugaboo. How about this. If you’re so confident in your skills, meet me at the La Tête Dans Les Nuages arcade on the Boulevard des Italiens, in the suit, 3 PM tomorrow. Throw-down. Also, this is going on your blog, right? Just cut this out if she says no, I don’t-“

“You’re so on.”

Alya couldn’t believe her ears. This is gonna go viral! Do they talk like this all the time? “There you have it folks. We have a good old-fashioned throw-down in Ultimate Mecha Strike III coming at you tomorrow, from yours truly, Ladybug and Chat Noir! Can I get you two to pound it on camera? The fans are waiting you know!”

The two heroes shrugged. “Pound it!”

They both started to get up, a fist bump normally being the period to any interaction, which probably explained why they thought there wasn’t more. “…This isn’t the end of the interview, you know.” The two heroes quickly sat back down and brushed themselves off, slightly embarrassed.

As Alya was getting up, the two heroes waited around, quietly standing, neither of them having much to do on a Thursday night normally scheduled for a more extensive patrol. They merely listened to the young journalist talk aloud to them while pacing, luckily not expecting a response, as it would have only led to more intense lines of questioning.

“Holy cow guys, you two are just so awesome. First off, you agree to do this joint interview, which turned out so much better than I could have hoped for, second off, the public is just going to eat this up! I bet you Mr. Dupain and Mrs. Cheng are going to have to hire some more workers, I really hope they don’t overwork Marinette…”

She went on like that for minutes, Ladybug and Chat exchanging many glances. Ladybug spoke up as Alya announced something aloud and walked to the door, possibly about running to the bathroom, neither of them could tell. “You come to that bakery often?”

He stiffened. “Was that too personal?” She hummed in thought. “Honestly, it’s as personal as we’ve gotten, since that could give either of us clues to find each other should we be looking in the right places. I trust you’re not going to seek me out?”

He sighed. “Listen. First off, you’re absolutely going down in the 1v1 tomorrow, and second, as much as I wish things were different, I respect your wishes and well-being more than anything in the world. I’m good with waiting.”

“You know it’s not about waiting. Secret identities are secret for a reason. It puts up a wall between our lives as heroes and our lives as vulnerable citizens.”

“Vulnerable as we may be without these powers, I still want to find you.”

“Soon kitty. Right now, we have our prides to worry about, since we just put everything out there. Hawkmoth and anyone that may lie ahead come right after. We have this job for a reason. We’re partners for a reason. And if, and if I’m being honest with myself, around the time when it becomes more of a hindrance than a protection to keep us from each other, I’ll be right here for you, my minou.”

“If that’s the way it works, then I’m as right as rain. Who knows? We might get a croquembouche to celebrate such an occasion as finding out who my best friend is.”

“Chat, that’s for weddings and stuff. I’d know that more than most because I-“

“WAIT MY LADY STOP!”

She slapped her hands over her mouth, realizing what she nearly just let slip. “Oh my god. Did I just-“

“Nearly give away information that could have either been brush-off-worthy or led me right to you? Pretty much, and I’m so glad I caught that for you, even though I can’t now help but think. My mind is racing for what the end of that sentence means and there aren’t many possible endings. But I know you aren’t ready. Consider it purged from my mind. I care too much to let this happen too soon.”

A rush of emotions went through Ladybug’s head, but the only thing that felt right in that moment was to be close to her best friend. Before she could let Chat back away and leave, she latched onto him in a crushing hug, knowing that the boy she knew wanted more than anything to know who she was just prevented herself from giving that knowledge away. She didn’t know how far she would get with Adrien, though she hoped it would be all the way, but this was a different kind of love. One just as strong as, if not stronger than, infatuation or physical attraction.

She rested her head in the crook of his neck, noting just how soft and warm his skin was. It was inviting. Tantalizing. Intoxicating. In one simple misstep, she realized just how much this stupid cat meant to her.

Alya had no idea what she missed, but she had learned a couple of things during her time as an amateur journalist: One, never stop recording. Two, stories like this got clicks and views. But the third one that oft contradicted the first two for ethics reasons, was to always disclose, whether it be on a footnote or a preface to an article, or to subjects themselves on the nature of the conversation and what should and should not be put up for the world to see.

She cleared her throat, hoping it would effectively get their attention, but they didn’t move, only acknowledging her with a hand wave from Ladybug. “I know you two are having a private moment, but my cameras haven’t been turned off yet.”

They jolted away from each other, knowing full well what that kind of a prolonged shot could mean for the nature of their relationship in the eyes of Parisians. Chat spoke up. “Were they-“ “Recording? Yes, as well as hot mics, automatically synced to the video; less work for me in post. Say the word and this gets cut out. On my honor.”

Ladybug whispered, “Please?”

The flannel-clad journalist simply nodded and packed her things up. As she was leaving, she said, “That last part is just between us, but don’t forget about your promise.” Ladybug and Chat shared a glance, but before they could ascribe it to their reveal pacts, the girl continued, “Just make sure you get to the arcade a little early, to warm up and to beat the crowds that will be there for you two. No flaking on this, your word against your actions. See you two around!”

And with that, the two heroes parted ways to their homes, too much to think about and just the right amount of listeners for their thoughts.

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HOW MUCH LONGER? pt 3 - Jason McCann

Check out part 1 and part 2 by clicking here!

Part 4 will be up soon, along with another imagine!

For what felt like the hundredth time tonight, my position in my bed shifted from my right side to my back as an agitated sigh escaped my lips. I hadn’t had a restless night in years, and tonight just seemed to have broken the streak, only difference was, this time, I had a reason for the disturbance of my sleep.

It’s been a week since Jason moved into my gang house and ever since he arrived, he seems to be the only thing on my mind. Clouding up my space to think logically and making it harder for me to keep my gang safe. Its dangerous honestly. If we got attacked, I wouldn’t be on my feet, not as alert as I usually am.

But tonight just crossed the line. Tonight, my mind was running marathons because of my thoughts and it was all his fault. Not just because I knew he was here, but I could also hear it, and not in a very pleasant way. The moaning coming from the room across the hall was beginning to make me so aggravated that I was honestly ready to stomp inside waving a gun around just to make them shut up so I can use whatever time left of the night to get some sleep.

Okay, and maybe I was a little jealous, but lets not get into that.

Just knowing that Jason - my ex boyfriend and the man I am still in love with - was in the room across from me, fucking his current girlfriend senseless was killing me. Especially when I realised that, that could of been me, if I had just stayed when he needed me instead of walking out, that would be me in there with him. Pleasing me, making me feel loved, and like I was the most perfect girl ever to be created.

Because thats what Jason McCann can do, he can not only be powerful himself, but he can make you feel powerful. And I guess thats what made us so compatible, we both loved the powerful feeling each other gave off.

But no matter how much I wish and dream - the reality is that I did walk out that night, and although I’m not one to believe heavily in God, I can’t help but feel this was my punishment for walking out that night. Having to sit here - in the comfort of my own house, listening to the love of my life pleasure another woman. A slut to be exact. A slut that he was in a relationship with.

I couldn’t bring myself to believe that he was in love with her, there was no way. His eyes didn’t have that glint, that glint he used to have when he looked at me. That glint that no longer exists. Instead, he looks at her more as if she was a peice of meat rather then a girlfriend, and is it bad to say that relieves me? But it might just be in my head. Maybe he does really love her and I’m just in denial because I don’t want to face the fact that he’s moved on and I haven’t.

Maybe.

But that’s the thing. Life is a big fat ‘MAYBE.’ There is no yes, or no in life. There is no guarantee. Everything is just Maybe. Maybe this was how its supposed to end, with no one receiving what they wanted, everyone just feeling shit and unhappy in the end, or maybe things will turn for the batter and a miracle might happen.

but the chance of a miracle is near impossible, so I should probably begin readying myself for a depressing ending now.

Without even realising it, I had slowly began drifting off to sleep. And without hesitation, I allowed the blessing of sleep to finally take me in its arms until tomorrow, leaving the daunting thoughts for another day.

Bitter, the perfect way to describe my mood. And what better way to express that with a cup of straight, black coffee. Placing the kettle of caffeine back onto the machine after pouring a full cup, it was a slight surprise to hear a door opening and shutting upstairs.

Who the hell is up at this hour? Only a gang leader would wake up before Dawn. And then it hit me, how could I forget? Jason is living here now.

Soft footsteps ceased to make there way downstairs, all before his perfect body slipped past the kitchen doorway, revealing his inked chest, shirtless. His eyes darted up in surprise at seeing me standing there, before his guard fell and he shook his head.

“I always forget your up at this time as well.”

I shook my head, running a hand through my slight bed hair. “Same here.”

Without thinking, I stepped back and picked up the kettle, turning around to pour it into a coffee cup Jason held out for me. It was a habit, something we did when we were together. He would get a cup while I poured him coffee, it was so random but something we just always did.

“Got any meetings today?” Jason mumbled, sipping on the same black coffee I drank. In fact, he was the one who got me hooked on the bitter drink.

Although we both act like mean, careless criminals, we always felt like we could just drop the act around each other, no matter what happened in our pasts.

“Just one. An old Ally wants some land, gotta put the fucker in his place.”

He smirked, side glancing me from the cup he was sipping on before slowly removing the mug from his lips, swallowing the beverage with a loud gulp.

“You hungry?” I suddenly asked.

His eyes flickered from the floor to my face, his expression blank and hard to read.

“I’ll make pancakes if you want?” I added.

Slowly, his eyes squinted to slits as he eyes me. “Why?”

“What do you mean ‘why’? Because I feel like pancakes and I thought I’d be nice and offer you some as well.” As I spoke, I began walking around the kitchen, picking out ingredients for the pancakes.

“Is there a problem with that?”

“I mean, no its just-....” He trailed off, eyes wandering around the room.

“Just what? We're not together anymore?” I scoffed. When he didn’t reply, I knew that was the answer. “Don’t be so up yourself Jason, I offered you pancakes not asked for your hand in marriage. I’ve moved on from you. Just because where Ex’s doesn’t mean I can’t be nice. I mean, where living with each other for god sakes, might as well make the most of it.”

It wasn’t an entire lie. I did want to make the most of it. I just....haven’t exactly moved on.

From the look in Jason’s eyes you could tell he was putting some effortless thought into what I had just said until his face fell flat once again, then slowly slid into a smirk. “In that case, I like Syrup on my pancakes.”

“Ah! Mr Brown, nice of you to finally join me!” I shouted in fake enthusiasm, glancing at the rolex watch on my wrist. “And your only an hour and a half late this time! This must be your new record.”

Brown smirked, placing himself in the leather chair opposing my desk, his men stepping behind him. “I tried to make it on time this time.”

“No you didn’t.” I smiled, but there was no humour in my tone. “Everyone know’s your attempt of being fashionably late never works Axel. Stop trying.”

His smirk dropped, face turning red after being caught. “Now lets get to business. you want land? Well the only land you’ll be receiving from me is my foot, when it lands on your ass.”

“Mrs L/N, If I must remind you, you still owe me for the first drug deal you made. Remember that? When you were nearly shot. Who saved your life then?” He smirked.

But I had the upper hand, I always did. They don’t call me most wanted for nothing! “Your right, I do owe you. Actually, I did owe you, not anymore.”

“My first drug deal was nearly 6 years ago, and If I recall, I repayed you many, many times.” i smiled. “Let’s start with when I saved you from Larson, and killed Harold for you. When you hired me to kill Michael, or what about the time I loaned you 50 grand for drug money? And lets not forget the time I -”

“Okay I get it!” Brown yelled, sighing agitatedly.

“Good, so now that we’re both on the same page, I think it’s time you repaid your debt to me.”

He visibly gulped. “And what would that be?”

“Well, I’m in need of a little upgrading. Not only do I have my whole gang in here but now an Alliance’s gang and I need some space.”

“So what’s it you want? You wanna send some gang members over to mine?”

“Oh jesus no!” I laughed. “’I would never torture my gang members like that. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind a good torturing but only to the people who deserve it. What I want is your gang house.”

“What?!”

“You heard me. And If you didn’t get the hint, I just warned you - actually more threatened you. Get the fuck out of this state. You - and your gang.”

“But-”

I was quick to interrupt “Get out of north America, and If I see your face here again, its not gonna be pretty. Do you hear me?!”

I was standing at this point, steam almost pouring out of my ears as I raged in fury.

“Y/N-”

“You don’t think I know you’ve been stealing from my warehouses?! Nothing goes unnoticed by me.” I gritted. “Now I’m giving you a chance to run because really, I should just shoot you, right here right now. Now either leave my office, and don’t come back, or make sure you double up on men and always look behind you, cause soon, your gonna have a bullet implanted right in that thick head of yours.”

Brown’s face was shocked, nervous and twisted in fear. Without another word, he nodded his head frantically trying to make hsi way out of the room. “Nice doing buisness with you!” i yelled as he made quick to scramble out of the room.

Just as Brown left, Jason strolled slowly over to the door frame, leaning against the wooden post. “So...how was your deal?”

“Great. Now that that part is over with, I’ll just get a few of my men to sneak back to his warehouse and eliminate him by tomorrow morning.”

“I thought you were letting him go.” He chuckled.

“Nah, I just said that so he won’t suspect it. Hes less likely to put up a fight if he doesn’t see it coming.”

“Those words sound oddly familiar.” Jason sarcastically smirked.

“They should, you taught me them.” I stated.

“I know.” And like that, he turned on his heels to begin walking down the hall.

“Actually McCann!”

“What?” He spat.

“Tonight, how about keeping it down. Your side hoe moans like a cow, its quite disturbing.”

Jason turned, a smirk on his face. “Why? You jealous your not getting any?”

“Hah! You wish. It’s just some people don’t enjoy falling asleep to the sound of a dying goat.”

“You know, you gotta lotta hate towards my girlfriend. You sure that’s not personal?” He smirked.

“Please McCann don’t flatter yourself.” I scoffed. “Just keep the fucking noise down tonight. Or rather, just leave it all together. Don’t you have any self respect?”

“I do.” He smirked. “But my hand got kinda boring.” The smirk only grew as my face fell in discuss. A wink was sent my way before he quickly descended down the hall, leaving me weak at my knees from the wink that was only meant to piss me off.

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