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osaemu · 3 months

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i am a strong believer in soft and sweet gojo. when he tries being mean during sex, the tears on your face and the muffled cries make him fold so fast. he’d stop so fast and lean down to hug you and whisper so many praises and apologies in your ear. oooooooh my god i have a gigantemasorous praise kink it’s so gross please i just wanna be called a good girl and be treated like a princess :(((

PRAISE KINK: SATORU GOJO

✩ ‧ ˚. synopsis: he can't help but go soft when you look up at him through teary eyes. NSFW

contents: fem!reader. p –> v, creampie, praise kink (shocking), cockwarming, unprotected sex, dacryphilic themes, squirting, teeny tiny size kink. halfway through i changed the plot and this ended up way longer than i expected oops!

"good girl, stay just like that f'me," satoru mumbles, white hair falling into his eyes as he looks down at you. his thrusts grow sloppier the closer he gets to cumming inside of you, and the cute way you look up at him through unfocused eyes just pushes him over the edge. "f-fuck, makin' me cum faster than a vi—"

satoru doesn't get the chance to finish his sentence before his orgasm hits him, fast and hard, and his cum shoots out of him in a thick, hot load deep inside of your welcoming cunt. both your chests heave as satoru collapses on top of you, resting his body on his forearms and his forehead on yours. "heh, good job, princess," he exhales, closing his eyes and letting his lips curve into a smile.

"y'did so go— aw, wait, are you cryin'?" satoru breathes, eyes fixed on the messy tears that fall down your cheeks. he slows his relentless pace inside of you to a stop and lifts a hand to wipe away your tears, fingers light and gentle against your wet face. "c'mon, don't cry, baby, y're makin' me feel bad."

"s-sorry," you mumble, voice shaking just enough for satoru to notice. he tuts and kisses your cheek, lips lingering just underneath your eye.

"you did so good, pretty girl," satoru murmurs, lowering his body and lying down on top of you. his face is barely a couple centimeters away from yours, and as he lowers himself, you swear can feel his dick slide in all the way. "shhh, lemme take care of you," he coos when a soft moan slips out of your lips. "does it hurt?"

"a little," you whisper, looking up at satoru through wet eyes. he smiles tenderly back down at you, peppering kisses all over your warm face. his hips rest on top of yours, and every little shift of his body feels like an avalanche in yours—satoru's heavy, especially when you're already weak from an hour of sex in his sheets.

"you're so cute," satoru mumbles, lips touching the corner of your mouth. "n' so pretty, too..." his mouth finds yours and he kisses you slowly, hands involuntarily finding themselves all over you. satoru doesn't bother attempting to speak anymore as he just takes you and all your beauty in—to him, the whole world is less than nothing in this moment compared to you.

satoru lifts his head to let you breathe, a playful smile on his lips the longer he looks at you. "aw, princess, why're you still crying?" he tuts when another tear falls down your cheek. "was i that mean? m' sorry, baby, don't cry, please?"

"snf, it's not you," you sniffle, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand. but the second one tear's gone, another trails down your face to replace it. "i.. i don't know why m' crying," you try to explain, but the way satoru tilts his head like a confused puppy shows that your efforts are futile.

"c'mere," he rolls over onto his back and pulls you on top of him, dick still lodged deep inside you. satoru's head falls back onto a plush, white pillow as he lifts one hand to caress the side of your face. "'m not gonna let you cum until you stop cryin', baby."

"why not?" you ask petulantly, thighs starting to tremble from how deep satoru is. even when he's not trying to drive you crazy, he still manages to with how little he's moving now. he already got to cum—in fact, most of his cum is still inside of you, held there by his unmoving dick.

"'cause i'm gonna think you hate me."

"i don't hate you."

"then stop crying."

"fine," you huff, a tiny smile starting to grow on your face.

satoru matches your smile with one of his own and he nods in approval. "aw, you're so pretty when you smile like that f'me," he coos, eyes rounding as if he's looking at the cutest thing in the world—which, to him, is you. "stay like that n' i'll let you cum, 'kay?"

he gives you a quick kiss on the cheek and nudges you off of him and onto your back, switching positions with you. satoru pulls out of you, cock glistening with a mixture of your slick and his cum before he plunges back inside and fills the empty space inside of you.

"t-toru—" you mewl out, thighs unconsciously clenching together before satoru pushes them apart again.

"shhh, be a good girl and—fuck, jus' like that," he groans, feeling your cunt clench around him with every thrust. a breathy laugh slips out of satoru's lips, a welcome addition to the wet, pornographic sounds coming from the two of you. "shit, baby, you fuck me up in ways you can't even fuckin' imagine," satoru mumbles, too lost in your shiny, dumbed-down eyes to form coherent thoughts.

with every thrust, satoru sinks deeper and deeper into your welcoming cunt, cursing and moaning about how good you take him. you're not really sure how long it takes for the coil in your stomach to snap—maybe seconds, minutes, even years—but it comes all at once, hitting you with the force of a wave and any remaining self-control you have dissolves.

you babble satoru's name over and over again, tears leaking out of the corners of your eyes as he talks you through it—in fact, you're practically getting off to the sound of his soft praises. "fuck, you're so cute, keep takin' me like the good girl i know you are," he groans, lips curled into a drunken smile. "gonna cum on me, baby? c'mon, use your words, i know y'can."

it's a miracle that he can keep running his mouth even as he gives you the best orgasm of your life—but somewhere in the hot fog that's your mind, you manage to gasp out a "yeah" amid satoru's increasingly sloppy thrusts. it feels like he's chasing his own pleasure more than yours, but you don't mind, because a moment later you're squirting all over his throbbing cock and holding onto him as if he's your lifeline.

"yeah, jus' like that, princess, you're so—" satoru cuts himself off with another laugh, chest heaving and eyes wild. he brushes his thumb underneath your swollen lips and wipes the little trail of drool. "fuck, what are you doing to me?" he mumbles, kissing you breathlessly, hardly caring whether or not either of you could breathe.

satoru watches as your eyes flutter shut and runs his thumb over your bottom lip. "heh, pretty girl, you did so good f'me," he whispers, a soft smile on his lips as he gazes down at you. "sleep well, you earned it..."

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sc0tters · 3 months

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Toxic | Jack Hughes

summary: jack isn’t good for you so why is it that you still want him?

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, p in v, fingering, swearing.

word count: 4.88k

authors note: I’m gonna start with the warning that this was written in eight hours because I saw that Jack is back from his injury and I wanted to write for him! Low-key though Trevor has some competition for my favourites to write about in a toxic manner! There are a lot of flashbacks in this so those are regular italics!

If the phrase off limits had a picture next to it, for Jack it would have been of you.

You had been in his life since you were four when Luke threw a football right in your direction and ended up hitting your nose. Of course you fell to the road and somehow sitting in his family’s living room as you and Luke were both in tears ended up being the moment that set you two on the course to being best friends.

Jack spent the next thirteen years getting to know you as Luke’s friend. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t hate you, the boys all got on with you. Hell Trevor definitely tried his luck at making a move on you and with each time that he failed it only became the laughter of his teammates and friends. Jack had grown so comfortable with you that even as your boobs came in and your skin became clear that he cursed himself for letting those thoughts come into his head of you in the end of the night. When there was nothing in his room besides for his hand and the memories of how good you looked in the little bikinis you brought to the lake house each year.

He thought he could get by just having to see you during the summers but of course you just had to end up doing a graphic design course in New Jersey and with the unruly dorm fees. You were also in need of a roommate and as luck seemed to have it, Jack had a spare room which your moms came together swearing it had to be yours.

The first few weeks were smooth sailing, you were out studying most nights which meant that you never had to be home for the various girls that he had over. That was until November came around and as Jersey grew colder you found yourself staying home more often than not. Girls didn’t enjoy seeing you of all people sat on the couch curled up in a blanket until Jack would just say “she’s just my roommate.”

The first few times you heard it you were fine. All you were ever meant to be to a guy like Jack was his brothers friend. Yet somehow you began to find yourself growing frustrated at the sound of moans echoing through the apartment as his headboard hit the wall of his room. At first you swore you were more so annoyed with yourself and the fact that you really thought that you could have had something with him.

Because yes, you accepted the offer in New Jersey over Michigan because you thought that it could make things change between you two. But by the time February came around you realised you were sexually frustrated too. That’s how you and Jack ended up in what seemed like a constant pissing match after he came home early from a road trip to hear you in your room.

Jack let his back drop to the floor quietly as he thought you would have been sleeping “right there please!” Your moans made him freeze as he saw the light in your room still on beneath the crack of your closed door “gonna make me come Jacky.” Jack smirked to himself as his cock began to harden “you like that pretty girl?” Jackson, otherwise known as Jacky and the captain of your colleges hockey team ended up giving you a ride home from the game that night.

The Hughes boy swore in that moment that he never knew of something having the power to break a man’s hard-on as quickly as that did “that roommate of yours ain’t home so you can be as loud as you want.” The blonde in front of you let out a grunt and if your moans weren’t encouraging him to increase his tempo he would have heard the noise of Jack slamming his door shut as he now needed a cold shower.

Of course the two Jack boys had to meet the next morning and Jackson turned into a fanboy which only seemed to frustrate you more. Jack wasn’t meant to enjoy this, but his smirk as he’d listen to whatever guy you brought home confess to how much of a fan they were told you otherwise. To make matters worse Jack was still bringing these girls home and you truthfully thought that after four months of having to listen to it you were finally getting a break.

That summer before you came into your sophomore year you came up with your plan as you were still living with Jack. Numerous different options seemed to come up in your mind as you spent your time at the lake house. Yet as the nights spent by the fire were fuelled by lingering glances over the burning embers, you knew what you were going to do.

The first time you got the chance to enact your plan was actually in November. It was shortly after your birthday and as Jack was still single, you were his date to all team events.

The boy had been waiting for what felt like years as he scrolled through his phone “we’re going to be late y/n!” He groaned looking up to still not see your door open “well I’m sorry that when you want to look this good it takes time Hughesy.” You teased clipping your hoops into place as you opened your door to see his unamused face.

Jack didn’t need to say anything because his facial expressions did it all for you “okay what’s wrong?” You crouched down to do up your heels around your ankles “you need to go change.” Jack grumbled as he shook his head, staring at how your body looked with the tight white strappy top that had been paired with your black floor length skirt that had a slit up over your knee.

It made you roll your eyes “relax I’m wearing a jacket.” You grumbled grabbing your leather jacket from off of the couch “so are you coming or do you want to be even later?” As the boy stayed stuck to the couch he let his eyes travel to your face.

The car ride had been long as it let your nerves increase. Jack wasn’t shy about letting his eyes undress you in the car “you dressing up for anyone?” His question came out as he let his lack of a filter get the best of him “just f’me.” You shook your head watching him park the car.

Just like always he came to your door and helped you out “you jealous?” You teased not missing how his grip tightened around your waist at your words “of one of those little hockey fans you love sleeping with?” Jack laughed as he shook his head.

Your cheeks reddened as you two walked into the venue “you need some better guys than that to get me worried.” He kissed your temple capturing the attention of Dawson who had you pushing Jacks arm off of your waist “where are you going?” The middle Hughes boy felt his eyes go wide seeing the smile form on your lips.

The fellow center began walking over to you both “thought you didn’t care about the guys I get with.” Jack swore you were trying to kill him as you went to hug Dawson “Jack letting your girl get the night off?” Jesper teased pulling the American into a hug as he was already drunk.

It made Jack scowl as he watched you get pulled away by Dawson who was already motioning over the bartender so he could order you a drink “she’s not my girl.” Jack clenched his hands into fists as he shook his head “so Merc really can make a move on her.” The Swede didn’t notice how the younger boy rolled his eyes.

Two painfully long hours had to go by and as Jack got up leaving his older teammates you couldn’t help but follow him “I’ll be right back okay.” You squeezed Dawsons hand as you sent him a smile.

You were like a needy puppy as you practically ran out of the room. Without Jack in sight you went in the direction of the bathroom where you thought he was. The bathrooms were organised by three different doors: family, female, male. So as you thought you’d be going to the last one you let out a yelp as you were pulled through the first door.

The wall that met your back was cold as the door behind you locked “finally grew tired of your new fucking boyfriend huh?” Jack grumbled keeping his hands on gone sides to keep you trapped in “thought you didn’t.” Your voice turned breathy when his lips hovered over yours.

His smirk made your thighs push together until his knee forced itself between your legs “nuh uh princess.” He clicked his tongue as he shook his head “thought I didn’t want?” Jack waited for you to continue talking before he moved.

If you were a cartoon smoke would have been coming out of your ears as your brain practically short circuited “thought you weren’t interested in who I went for.” You stammered over your words as you gasped “think you need to get your eyes tested then sweetheart.” The hockey player clicked his tongue letting his lips nip at your neck.

You whimpered as your hands pressed against the his shirt “because I’m fucking obsessed with you.” You couldn’t help but laugh as you heard him say that “so those girls were all just for your own amusement or some shit?” You scoffed as you shook your head.

If Jack was anyone else they might have fallen for this strong act “so you enjoy listening to how good I made them feel?” He kissed the shell of your ear as his ego was soaring seeing how responsive you were being “don’t be shy baby, I can feel how wet your pants are.” Your head snapped down to see how your were unintentionally grinding on his knee.

Your cheeks were painfully warm as he looked at you “I’ll tell a secret first.” Jack took your silent as he continued to talk “when you bring guys over I picture it’s me getting you off.” It wasn’t a total lie, in fact Jack would actually use the time to listen to your moans as he’d wrap his hands around his cock thinking it was you.

Jack continued to kiss your neck as he let his lips move to your jaw “like thinking it’s you holding my vibrator.” You confessed making Jack smirk “do I let you come?” the question came far too boldly for your comfort.

Your mind thought about the moments that you’d edge yourself all night “n-never.” You shook your head making him smile as he ran his finger down the center of your shirt traveling to the valley between your breasts “think I should change that then.” When his proposal was met with your moans he finally kissed your lips.

The kiss was hot practically sucking the air from the room as his hands tugged at your hair. He couldn’t help but grin into the kiss as your nails raked at his lower torso “when you think it’s me princess what am I doing?” He ran his thumb over your lower lip “you use your.” You looked down to the trailing digit in front of your skin.

Jack taunted you as it made your skin grow wet with sweat “my knee or?” Jack trailed off as you shook your head “think about your fingers.” His cock was close to ripping the seams of his boxers “what am I doing with them?” The hockey player ran his finger over your clit as he teased your clit over your panties.

It became clear that you were going to have to guide him through all of this “fucking me real good.” You nodded biting your lip as you felt him begin moving your panties to the side “like against this door?” Your eyes screwed shut as you felt his fingers thrust into your cunt “you really are a dirty little slut.” Jack taunted feeling your wall hug his fingers.

His lips locked with yours as his fingers settle in a consistent pace “this how it feels?” The middle brother asked propping his other hand up on the other side of your shoulder “better.” You nodded pursing your lips together as you wanted to kiss him again.

The squelching noises made your eyes flutter “you wanted another finger?” The offer made you moan “more?” You pleaded feeing your thighs begin to give out “gonna give you all that you want.” Jack nodded letting his lips suck at your jaw sure to leave a mark tomorrow.

His hand lay flat with the addition of the third finger hitting your clit “you’re gonna make me-” you groaned letting your head drop in front of you “you wanted to come princess then you’re gonna have to fucking beg.” His words threw you off guard as you weren’t in the space to argue with him.

Your breasts throbbed against your bra “please Jack.” You whimpered as tears formed in your eyes “‘m done with all those other guys for you.” Your offers were things far too great for Jack to ever care about “I’m yours.” That was the thing, he didn’t care that you were his, especially when he wasn’t yours.

Jack ran his tongue over your lips as he kissed you once more “let go baby.” He announced muffling his words as he swallowed your moans as your cunt clenched around his fingers almost trapping his movements in that moment.

The room seemed to slow down as your breathing regulated itself “wow.” You huffed feeling him pull his fingers from your pussy “taste yourself f’me doll.” The boy tapped his fingers on your lips before you took them swirling your tongue around his thick digits.

The relationship that you two had formed carried on until April, mere days before Luke was coming. You had constantly found yourself in his bed and he in yours at the end of each night. It sounded stupid but you two were everything that a couple was just only from the comfort of your apartment. Things were okay, they weren’t ideal but you just thought that it was the best to protect Luke.

That was until you got home early from a girls night out. No amount of alcohol was going to have prepared you for what you were about to see. But after you watched your friends all leave with guys you thought it was best to go home to yours.

Your head throbbed as your feet were sore from your heels “Jack you will not believe-” you cut yourself off as your world fell apart in that moment. Jack had a blonde woman on top of him as she rode him “oh my god.” You brought your hand to your mouth as you didn’t know what to do.

The girl was the first to snap “I thought your roommate was out tonight.” She grumbled as Jack stuck his head around his side to lock his eyes with yours “she was meant to be.” He glared at you.

All of a sudden you began wondering when Jack had been seeing over girls. Was it on roadtrips? Times he said he was out with the boys?

She cleared her throat bringing you back to reality “right sorry.” You apologised shutting the door as you were overwhelmed with emotions. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed that you had walked in, but instead it was the fact that you were foolish enough to think that you guys could go somewhere.

In that state you ran to your room shoving as much as you could into suitcases as you needed to get out of there. What you hadn’t told Jack was that you had signed the lease to an apartment last week. You wanted to stay for another few days but now you knew you needed to get out of there.

And that was exactly what you did. You left Jack quietly and only came back to the apartment when you knew he was on a roadie in order to get the rest of your things from his place. The only pro that came from this all was the timing, Luke was moving to town and he wanted to now take over your second bedroom.

The middle Hughes boy did little to let his brother see how surprised he was when your things were all gone. Truthfully he swore you didn’t have the strength to leave him. It had been three months of pure sex with what he thought had zero attachments. Yet when he saw the shocked look on your face he knew you felt otherwise. So when you didn’t show up to the lake house that year, Jack realised that you were avoiding him.

So he’d spend his nights in his bed watching the new updates that came through your Instagram. You were in Canada spending your time in Calgary after you had been in Australia with some raven haired boy. From what Jack could see he was too close to you to just be his friend.

Jack had squeezed as many answers out of Luke as he could before he grew suspicious of what was going on. It meant that the center had to wait for his return to New Jersey to finally get to meet this man.

Luke didn’t realise how hard it would be to convince you to join him at an event. But when your new boyfriend Parker was out of town you finally didn’t have any excuses. So that was how Luke convinced you to stay at the apartment when it was his turn to host a party after a big win.

Luckily for you Jack seemed to ignore the fact that you were deep in a conversation with Nico as you two caught up about life “I should take this.” You sighed seeing Parker’s contact appear on your screen.

The captain smiled watching you sneak through the crowd back to your bedroom “hey baby!” Parker’s gleaming tone shot through your phone as you sat on your bed.

You tucked your hair behind your ear as you smiled “thought you were in a meeting?” You saw him clearly in his hotel room in the middle of the day “we had a break.” He spoke awkwardly as he clearly looked to the wall behind his phone.

Parker was quick to change the subject as he ran his fingers through his hair “so is Jack being good?” Yes you had told him about the fact that you and Jack were once roommates who now no longer spoke to each other “he hasn’t spoken to me.” You shrugged seeing the picture of you with the Hughes boys on one of your earliest trips to the lake house that was on your bedside table.

You fiddled with your ring “but how is your conference?” You began to notice that Parker wasn’t even looking at you anymore “baby I need to go.” He didn’t even give you enough time to respond before the screen went back to only showing you your reflection.

As a sigh left your lips you learnt you weren’t alone “you know he’s cheating on you right?” Jack crossed his arms as he leaned against your doorframe “because such a good reference of warning?” You laughed as you shook your head not believing his words.

That seemed to be all it took for him to shut your door as he let it lock “tell me princess, does he make you feel as I do?” Jack slowly walked over to you before he finally sat on the edge of your bed “what kind of question is that!” Your cheeks were red as your mouth fell open.

It made him laugh “one that has a clear answer.” The hockey player quipped back as you shook your head “my sex life is no longer your business Hughes.” You spat as you got up letting your face turn into a snarl “we were never exclusive doll.” The pet names for you rolled off of his tongue.

Yet now it only seemed to make you feel sick “Jack I really fucking thought we were so I’m sorry if I’m a little hurt that I had to walk in on-” your voice broke as a notification came onto your phone reminding you of the fact that you were with someone else now “what made you so mad?” Jack was pushing you for an answer as he towered over you.

As you thought you had so much to say it in fact turned out that you could have forgotten how to speak English “she fucking controlled you okay!” In the few months that you guys had slept together not once did Jack let you be in charge, even as you sucked him off he was the one with his hands in your hair controlling your movements and all.

Jack stopped as he let a smirk form on his lips “this was stupid.” You sighed as you shook your head “control me tonight.” The words fell from his lips letting gravity pull them down to earth as you froze “I have a boyfriend.” You were quick to remind him as his hands cupped your cheeks.

It brought you back to that night in the bathroom as he let his eyes dance between your lips and eyes “who we should have established is cheating on you.” Jack quipped back as he saw you go quite genuinely contemplating this “I’m in charge?” You asked as you sucked at your teeth.

All Jack needed to do was nod before you wrapped your arms around his neck so you could kiss him. This was by far the messiest kiss you had ever had as teeth clashed together. Your fingers tugged through the ends of his hair as it was clearly beginning to grow “I need you.” You pleaded hearing Luke’s voice from the hall as he had gone to his bedroom.

The Hughes boy smiled “you have me.” With that all of your clothes quickly ended up on the floor in one quick flash. The piles merged together as your red panties ended up in Jacks pile and he was going to be sure to take them home as a memory from the night.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you saw him just stand there “you’ve got to tell me how you want me doll.” Jack smiled as he took in the sight of your naked body.

There wasn’t much that he had missed out on but somehow his eyes still scanned it as though he had forgotten any information “need you on my bed.” Your order was soft and it made the boys heart melt at how you clearly weren’t used to this “I have a condom in my wallet.” Jack knew how you were against raw sex and he had always respected that as he also wasn’t in the mood to become a dad just yet.

You found his wallet and with that the old Polaroid picture that he had taken with his hand around your throat. It was a relatively soft picture seeing as each other option showed your face, this one just had your lower lip “you been thinking about me pretty boy?” You asked with a soft smirk on your lips.

The Polaroid was twirled in your fingers as he nodded “all the damn time.” Jack watched the Polaroid get replaced with the condom wrapper in your hands. The foil glistened as the city light hit it as you ripped the package open.

It seemed that all of the air in the room dissipated as you rolled the condom over his cock “you sure about this Jack?” You were halfway through straddling him as your hips were in the air “god please do it before I start fucking you.” He groaned pressing his head against your headboard.

A smile formed on your face as you didn’t know if you were amused or turned on “need some help getting me ready.” You rasped taking your hand around his covered cock as you drove the head down your slit spreading your wetness as it helped make his boner harden “you feel so ready.” Jack groaned feeling your free hand pinch at his skin.

His chest helped you centre yourself as you slowly let your cunt swallow his cock “fuck me!” You whined letting your eyes screw shut as your thighs hit his hips.

Jack leaned forward to kiss your lips helping you open your eyes once more “want me to help guide you through this?” You nodded as he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear “just follow my lead okay?” Jack let his chest fall back as he grew comfortable placing his hands on your hips.

The movements started off slowly, in this up down sort of manner “faster.” You cooed wanting to bring your hands down to play with your aching nipples as your breasts bounced with each movement.

If the boy wasn’t under you he would have laughed “put your hands on my chest and take the reins.” He whispered softly nodding as you listened.

Your hands found their placement on either side of his chest as you love to him for reassurance “ride me like that bull in Calgary.” You realised that it meant he had seemed you Instagram stories as you had ended up at the stampede and one hungover morning you guys all went to ride a mechanical bull.

Jack was the first to moan as you began grinding your hips back and forth occasionally letting them rotate “can’t believe I didn’t make you do this sooner.” He grumbled to himself still keeping his hands on your sides.

Skin slapping echoed through the room and neither one of you were sure that you wouldn’t get caught “because you had other girls doing it.” You quipped back letting your tongue slice the words with venom.

It seemed to be something that Jack enjoyed as his cock throbbed from inside your cunt “had me to be your fucking late night and morning pus-” you were cut off as his hand came down on your ass with a sharp smack.

His eyes turned into a glare “at least I’m not the one currently cheating.” You went quiet as his words came out, he was right. You were the bad person there, not him.

Jack continued to help your thrusts as he let his one hand move to your clit “you were always so fucking mouthy until I fuck you dumb and make you come.” The hockey player spat as he let out a scoff.

All you could do was moan “I’m sorry.” All you wanted was for the coil that was quickly forming in your stomach to burst as your legs began to shake “I need it.” You added quickly beginning to plead with him.

The hockey player laughed “with the way you act I shouldn’t even let you come.” With the way your cunt currently clenched around his cock he knew he wasn’t going to last overly long “but he probably doesn’t even fuck you right because you know it’s me that owns this pussy.” Jack had always been possessive in bed as he watched you bob your head.

Your nails began to rake at his chest “you have me Jack.” You could have been screaming at the point “all of me.” Jack felt his orgasm hit him like a truck in that moment and as his movements turned sporadic it triggered your own orgasm “shit shit shit!” Your body shook as you ended up collapsing into his chest.

You both laid there for a moment as you caught your breath and rolled off of him letting his softening cock hit his torso “just shut your door on the way out.” You mumbled not wanting to look at the boy as you knew what was coming.

But instead Jack rolled you over to face him “you kicking me out?” He had to say that he was surprised that you had it in you to do that “just saving you the trouble.” You explained as you knew what he was like.

Which was why you let out a squeal as you felt him pull you into his arms “I’m not leaving you.” Jack shook his head as he smiled “not again.” He placed a chaste kiss on your head as he carried you into the bathroom placing you into the bath.

The next morning he had gotten up before you and has he heard your phone confine you go off he couldn’t help but grow frustrated. Jack leaned over to see that Parker had been spamming you as he got all irritated that you hadn’t responded to his messages.

So like any normal guy, Jack just had to respond.

You: hey bro, it’s Jack here. thought you should know that she no longer requires you in her life so fuck off.

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x0x0josephinex0x0 · 2 months

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hi baby! im sure ure flooded with requests but ive been feeling really insecure ab my hip dips n stretch marks lately n ur writing really comforts me... so i was wondering if u could write smt ab dokyeom or anyone u want rlly! finding reader feeling bad ab their hip dips and stretchmarks and he comforts them? totally ur choice love u! ❤

oh girl i have had the WORLDS WORST body image week ever so this request hits difffffffffffffferent. i'm so happy to do that -- for both of us. warnings: female reader, body image issues are a major theme, descriptions of physical insecurities of the reader, mention of a doctor visit, and possibly a bit angsty with a happy ending

this is:

No Less a Goddess

"can i come to the gym with you?" you ask shyly, peeking around the corner at your boyfriend, who is changing into his shorts and tee to work out.

"huh?" seokmin asks, whirling to look at you with his arms in the sleeves of his shirt, having been interrupted in pulling it over his head. "you've never asked before! i'd love to have you come along!"

"what do i wear?" you ask, unable to keep from smiling at his enthusiasm.

"anything you want!" he says. "just make sure it's easy to move in."

about fifteen minutes later, the two of you are walking down the stairs to the gym in your shared apartment complex, hand in hand. seokmin's sunny smile and idle chatter is almost enough to distract you from the growing knot of discomfort in your stomach.

sure enough, the second you walk in, you notice a woman running on the treadmill. her short shorts and sports bra are stylishly coordinated, at a stark contrast to your ratty gray sweatpants and ugly oversized tee. her legs are muscular, and you can't see a single ounce of fat on her. you swallow hard and try to pay attention to seokmin instead, who is excitedly showing you around. "and this is where i painstakingly grew the arms you have come to know and love," he's saying, pointing at the barbells. "you should say thank you."

"i appreciate your service," you say with a small salute, and seokmin chuckles.

"so, what are your fitness goals?" seokmin asks, shrugging off his jacket.

you have to appreciate how the gray tee hugs the contours of his body, so you just say, "i just want to be a part of whatever it is you've got going on." which makes him beam.

you join seokmin for leg day. surprisingly, you're amazed by how much you're actually able to do -- apparently years of working on your feet has paid off, and while you're not perfect, you can mostly keep up with your very athletic boyfriend. it's actually kind of fun, too, which is no surprise -- seokmin makes everything fun.

but in the back of your mind, you're still thinking about that woman on the treadmill. seokmin is the most loyal man you know, and the idea of him cheating on you is actually laughable, but you can't help but compare yourself to her. that's the kind of person he deserves, you think to yourself. not a slob like me.

it had been a bad week for your body image. earlier on, you'd had to go to the urgent care for a bad case of pink eye, and the doctor had announced your weight to you out loud, which honestly felt like cruel and unusual punishment, especially given that it was the heaviest you'd ever been. the sting was only exacerbated when you went shopping for a few new outfits for a cruise you were taking next month with seokmin. your love handles, your thick thighs covered in stretch marks and cellulite, your hip dips -- all these insecurities you'd always had seemed to zoom into the forefront of your mind and start yelling at you.

you hadn't yet confided in seokmin, because you knew exactly how he'd react. but it becomes impossible not to tell him when, post-gym and post-shower, he corners you in the bedroom and sits you firmly down on the mattress. "something's up," he insists. "what's wrong?"

"i'm feeling insecure," you admit, avoiding his gaze.

"about what?" he asks.

"have you noticed i've gained weight?" you ask in a small voice.

"no," he responds, confused. "is that what this is about?"

"at the doctor's office," you continue softly, "i found out i'm the heaviest i've ever been." you take a shuddering breath. "and i'm getting more and more stretch marks. and i just feel like you're so out of my league. i mean, look at you." you gesture to him in all his freshly showered glory.

seokmin just blinks. "well? do you have anything to say?" you ask him, feeling a little hurt at his lack of response.

he hesitates. "well, i'm not sure what to say," he says slowly.

"well, thanks," you say, standing up and stalking out of the room. "super helpful, babe."

"no, wait! come back!" seokmin says, sounding panicked. "let me finish."

"oh, was there more?" you shoot at him. "because your silence was really loud."

he sighs. "honey, i understand you're feeling upset and i get it, i really do. but you have to let me finish talking."

his patient tone of voice grates at your already frayed nerves, but you bite your tongue and sit back down on the bed. this is seokmin, you remind yourself. seokmin, the kindest person alive. seokmin, who never meant to hurt you even when he did. and seokmin, who always made things right.

he reaches over and grabs your hand. "it's hard for me to respond to that because to me, you're perfect," he begins. you scoff, and he squeezes your hand. "hear me out," he implores.

you sigh but finally turn to look him in the eyes. he gives a small smile before starting again, playing absently with your fingers. "your body is ..." he says, and trails off, his eyes devouring you hungrily. he finally shakes himself back to normal and continues. "ugh. i'm gonna get distracted if i go into more detail, but let's just say i'm more attracted to you now than i ever have been, and that's saying something." he laughs quietly. "it's hard for me to understand the insecurities because to me, you're a goddess."

"okay," you say hesitantly. "but that doesn't make them any less real."

"no, i know," seokmin agrees. "so i guess what i should've said is that... i'm really sorry you can't see yourself like i do right now. and i will do whatever it takes to remind you that no matter how things change, or how you change, i fell in love with you for so much more than just your body. and that's one thing that's never changing," he finishes.

you study him with a stony face for a moment. "okay, that was pretty good," you admit, finally cracking a smile.

"was it?" he asks.

"and you should be rewarded," you continue, sliding closer to him on the bed in the most suggestive way you can muster.

he blushes. "well...i'll never say no to that," he agrees, pulling you closer to him for a kiss.

#anon ask #anon request #seokmin fanfic #seokmin fluff #seokmin x reader #lee seokmin #seokmin svt #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #seventeen fic #seventeen #svt fic #svt #svt x reader #svt fluff

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Venus-Saturn (Blooming)

NOTE: PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORK. IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO REPOST, PLEASE GIVE CREDIT.

Artwork by Nalyk1010

The title of this playlist is, “Learning To Love Me… again” with the theme of a single flower in a garden going through a full bloom, albeit late, it’s happening nonetheless. To me, this single flower is a representation of the listener of this playlist. The tears shed throughout this journey by the listener is the water needed for the flower to grow. The sunlight is represented by the listener finally seeing their worth and deciding to choose healing and to no longer hide who they really are. The beauty of a garden, in my opinion, is that it is never finished. It goes through cycles of birth, death, and renewal, proving that there is always space and opportunity to change and grow. Through the gentle, nurturing hands of the gardener, this process is handled with care and grace. My hope is that the listener of this playlist and reader of this post, cares for themselves as a gardener would care for their garden.

Now time to explore this 2h and 33min garden. I hope you all enjoy!

The way I picture this playlist coming to life is from the setting of a garden, the home of this single flower being introduced and so to do that, I used the song, “Garden (Say It Like Dat)” by SZA. To me this song in terms of this playlist represents insecurity and dependence on others for love and validation instead of looking within yourself and growing your self-love. With SZA using the words, “Need you…”during the first few lines of the song and, “I need your support now.” but most especially, “Hope you never find out who I really am, ‘cause you’ll never love me.” …

Going into the next song, “12:21” by Yana Perrault, the realization of probably never finding love or being loved for who you truly are hits with the line, “Will I ever find love and a name that feels familiar.” You can’t help but want to speed up the process of finding love, “I wish I had all of the answers.” Like dang, why can’t I just jump to the solution of what it takes to be loved. I also used this song as a representation of rushing to find the one because you feel like you’re running out of time, “And I wish the world wasn’t ending. We don’t have forever, ain’t getting no younger. Girl, keep it together.” …

Moving onto the song, “You Should Know Where I’m Coming From” by BANKS, you start thinking, “Maybe I’m the problem?”, “Maybe I’m just too hard to please.”, “Maybe I’m just better off alone for eternity.”, “Maybe finding true love in this lifetime just wasn’t meant for me.” Still, you can’t help but crave love. So you isolate yourself (the song “People Watching” by Conan Gray is a representation of this self-isolation and yearning) and the days when you choose to do the opposite, you try to fake it so that you can try to feel something, but you end up feeling like a “Liability”…

When you get to the song, “OverHeated” by Billie Eilish it goes from feeling like a “Liability” to feeling judged for who you are, most especially for your looks. You feel like all eyes are on you. You start comparing yourself to others and even you yourself start judging those who fit the beauty standard out of anger for not feeling like you fit in. It all becomes kind of overwhelming and you just wish to escape it, wish it didn’t exist. Have you ever thought of it from the perspective of, they’re not judging you, but you’re judging yourself? Be kind to yourself, give yourself grace. There’s a quote by Zen Shin that I feel is applicable here, “A flower does not think of competing to the flower next to it. It just blooms.”

Eventually you learn that, “Tears Dry On Their Own” and hey, flowers do need water to grow. You’re growing. You’re healing. It feels like the lyrics from the song, “Lilith” by LUX AGAPE, “I started feeling without shame. I know now I was always free. I was always pure energy.”...

While the self-love journey is beginning, you can’t help but still have some doubts creep back in about love from others because of what you’ve already endured and what you fear when it comes to the topic. I used the song, “Dangerous” by Asiah to start off the representation of those doubts pertaining to this playlist. You think that, “It’s dangerous to love. It’s dangerous to trust.” And, “I’ve been building up a wall that I can’t break.” Allowing someone the opportunity to see the real you and not knowing how it’s going to end can feel dangerous. It’s the fear of the desired unknown.

The song after “Dangerous” is, “Peur d’aimer” by Franglish. This song is asking why do you fear love? In representation of this playlist it’s asking the flower to confront its fears by asking itself the questions that may seem tough, but necessary to learn how they ended up in the position that they are in now, and how can they heal and grow from it. It is also asking the flower to decide what it is they want out of love and to believe that it is possible and out there waiting to meet you halfway. Break down that wall and allow yourself to be vulnerable.

Then we get to the song “Sunflower” by Tamino and Angèle. From Verse 1, “Down by the banks, a sunflower blooms. Reaching into the clouds, ever young and ever-growing. Defying the hardest winds’ blowing.” To, “Taken up by devotion.” And from the last few lines of this song, “Now I water the ground in which she stands and shield her from every storm.” To me, this song is representing the strength of the flower to bloom in spite of their fears and doubts. I know Tamino is probably singing about watering and protecting another flower, but in this playlist I’m choosing to use those last few lines as a representation of the flower watering and protecting itself.

The song, “I’m Old Fashioned” by Ilene Woods was slipped into this playlist specifically for Venus-Saturn natives. When I think about this natal aspect in a chart, I think of someone desiring a traditional love and what would be described as having old fashioned values when it comes to love.

To describe a shift in perspective I used the song, “Angles” by Mick Jenkins, Noname, and Xavier Omär. This is the beginning of starting to see all that you’ve been through from a different lens. Rather than being hard on yourself about the heartbreak that you’ve endured and the lack of self-love that you once had, you see it in the light of, I needed this to happen in order to bloom. “Had to get to know myself before I claimed I loved me. Nobody else, just for myself, got more myself just for me. Growing everyday, I'm growing everyday.” I feel like the song, “thank u, next” by Ariana Grande is the most perfect song from beginning to end of a representation of that shift in perspective. Most people would probably bash their ex’s and never see a past relationship or friendship in the light of: I needed to go through that heartbreak or encounter that person to help the process of learning to love me. Throughout the song Ariana is thanking her ex’s for everything that they’ve taught her and put her through because it led her onto the path of meeting someone else (spoiler alert: herself) and recognizing how remarkable that person is.

The song, “Flower (In Full Bloom)” by Luna Li and Dreamer Isioma represents the transition into really boosting yourself up and taking back your power. With lyrics such as, “You don’t own me.”, “When I think about all the things that I can do, I know I will go on thriving without you. ‘Cause I’m in touch with my heart and body too.”, “I don’t got nothing to prove.” Remember when I brought up flowers needing water to grow, this song points that out with this line, “What’s the point of planting flowers when there’s no rain?” ...

Soon we get to the song, “Flowers” by Miley Cyrus and this song in my opinion is similar to “thank u, next” because we see Miley choosing to not despise and hate what she’s been through with lyrics such as, “No remorse, no regret. I forgive every word you said.” We see her, just like Ariana, coming to the realization that hey, I’m here for me, and I’ve been here all along. I forgive myself for the negative and self-destructive thoughts I once identified with. I can change those thoughts and beliefs, I no longer have to be that person. I also don’t need to depend on someone else to be myself and do the things that I want to do, “I can buy myself flowers. Write my name in the sand. Talk to myself for hours, say things you don’t understand. I can take myself dancing. And I can hold my own hand. Yeah, I can love me better than you can.” Try giving yourself the same grace that you would give to your own child. This quote by Michelle K. displays this sort of grace, “I treat myself like I would my daughter. I brush her hair, wash her laundry, tuck her in goodnight. Most importantly, I feed her. I do not punish her. I do not berate her, leave tears staining her face. I do not leave her alone. I know she deserves more. I know I deserve more.” I feel like this is when the self-love portion of this playlist has reached its strongest. I also would like to add that you’re the only one who hears your thoughts and has to live with them, so you might as well make it a beautiful and comforting place to be.

To cap off this playlist it ends with the song, “Late Bloomer” by Mereba. Even though all of the other flowers in the garden bloomed before you, you still made it! You’re still here! Forget a specified time to grow, what matters is that you still bloomed despite all that you’ve been through. Everything that you’ve been through was essential in the process of you becoming this healed, beautiful, radiant flower full of self-love, self-worth, and self-validation. You know now that you are able to be loved for the real you. It starts with you choosing to love being yourself and accepting love from others. At the end of the day, “Late bloomers still rise.” ...

I also would like to share these two posts on Venus-Saturn aspects that I liked reading. The first link can be found by clicking the word, “Venus” and the second link can be found by clicking the word, “Saturn”.

“The little flower which has bloomed once, blooms forever.” - Neville Goddard

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candied-boys · 6 months

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Another - Rio x F! Reader Part 4

When Emma chooses another, Rio has to go home without her... But there's more awaiting him than just forgotten memories...

Themes: hurt and healing, facing the past, learning to love again, aka angst with a happy ending!

Notes: angst, Rio route spoilers, eventual smut, written from Rio's POV

Part 3

While the moonlight dances with the waves on your ceiling, your mind swirls with a tide of emotion. As the remorse ebbs the fear rises; will the rest of your life together flow on thus?

Your time — consumed with royal duties until you become king or, worse, never end as you slave away under one of your brothers for the people of your country?

Your marriage — loveless as you drift along until you no longer speak, so distant that you end up treating strangers with more courtesy than one another?

Your child — growing up out of sight, knowing little more of you than stories and paintings, until she is grown and gone, sacrificed into her own loveless marriage for the sake of politics?

The mere idea of a man as callous as your past self inflicting the same pain on your daughter as you have caused your wife horrifies you. Like a ship tossed in a storm you're hit with the violent realization that you are the only one capable of altering the course of this relationship.

Queasy and shaking, you stumble out of bed to the balcony, praying that the calm sea will quell your revulsion. One after another the waves roll in, lapping gently against the shoreline, until they have brought with them the rising tide of change.

Even if you never love your wife to the capacity you know your heart is capable of, you must try... If not for her, for yourself, for the man you have worked so hard to become.

At daybreak you inform your valet that you will no longer participate in any business or public affairs before breakfast and immediately head to the kitchen. You are reluctantly admitted after frightening the scullery maids half to death just by appearing in the servants’ quarters and having a territorial argument with the head cook in which you were forced to pull rank.

Much to the astonishment of the staff, you leave pushing a trolley of assorted dishes and pastries a few short hours later with plenty remaining for the servants to enjoy themselves.

While you busy yourself setting out all that has been whipped up, you wait nervously for the footman to bring back an answer.

Perhaps she's not up yet.

Perhaps she's busy tending to mother.

Perhaps she's not feeling well.

Perhaps… she's not interested…

“She will be here as soon as she can make herself presentable, Your Highness,” your valet relays with friendly reassurance, giving you permission to breathe for the first time since last night.

When you catch a glimpse of her blurred figure through the tall glass doors to the solarium you abandon the lilies that fill the room with their lush fragrance and move quickly to greet her. Peeking through the door as your valet opens it you see she looks very different.

Like you she's not yet dressed in her formal attire. Her dressing gown is silk, yet it's much simpler than what you've seen her wear up until now. Since you've arrived, you've only met her in the afternoons when more formal garb is required.

She's very charming with her hair unstyled and her clothes loose fitting…

Curtseying low and bowing her head she speaks, “You called, Your Highness?”

Offering her your arm you answer gently, “There's no need for such formalities. I'm your husband, not your lord. Please, just use my name.”

She relaxes visibly at the reply. At least until you lead her to the spread of dishes across the table.

“Is something the matter?” you ask as you feel her hand clench in your elbow.

“Are we to dine together?” she asks, blinking up at you in shock.

“If you'd allow me the honour, yes. Is something the matter?”

“Your Highness, have you forgotten court protocol? Men and women are always segregated at formal events such as banquets. We've only dined together at our wedding…”

“Ah… I seem to have forgotten even the simplest of things, haven't I? If I'm not mistaken though, there are no restrictions when there is no public present, correct?”

“Correct, Your Highness.”

“Please, Valerio will do.”

Even if I hate that name now…

“Yes, Prince Valerio.”

“Then would you grace me with your presence this morning, and if you may be so obliging, I'd like to take breakfast with you every day. Though I can never guarantee my availability in the evening, I can dedicate my mornings to my family.”

Stumbling through her words she almost whispers, “If… that is what you wish…”

“It is,” you assure her, smiling and pulling out her chair for her.

When you take the seat next to her, you answer her inquisitive gaze, “I made as many different dishes as I could because I couldn't remember your tastes… but I guess I never actually knew them…”

“Wait. You made this?” her voice is but a breath now.

“All of it.”

Turning in her chair to face you she asks, “Since when can you cook?” clearly taken aback.

With a helpless shrug you explain, “Since I had to live on my own in Rholodite. Now enough about me. What do you prefer, tea or coffee?”

Meekly she answers and you continue with, “Milk? Sugar?”

From the way she watches you with wide eyes when you move to pour her drink you only hope you won't end up scaring her away more than past you already has.

When that's settled you point to each platter and explain in detail, all the while inquiring about whether she prefers fruit or pastries or fruit pastries or neither, and so on until you fill her plate.

“What brought all this on, Valerio? You've been home nearly a month, but this still feels so abrupt…” she asks softly, the shock replaced with concern in her eyes.

“I don't want to return to my old self. I don't want our relationship to continue the way it did before…”

She studies you warily a moment before mumbling, “It's quite a change…”

Turning in your seat, you lay one arm over the back of her chair and tell her earnestly, “If not now, then when will I have the opportunity to be closer to you?”

“You want… that?”

“Yes. Very much. At least, I want to try…”

“Why the sudden interest after so many years… when you're still in love with another woman…?”

The pain in her eyes is as clear as the waters that ebb and flow at the castle’s shore. You hope sincerity is just as bright in yours.

“How will I ever let her go if I never give myself the chance? I won't be so cruel as to make empty declarations of passion, but as your husband I want to at least care for you. If you'll allow me, that is.”

Taking her smaller hand in yours you bring her fingers to your lips in a silent promise of devotion.

Part 5

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I lovee all are of the dust a lot (I reread it for this and it hit me just as much!!) so I would LOVE to hear what u thought while writing it🥰 especially this part bc AAA

Oh lord Em…. The way I just dropped to my knees reading what I wrote again… Sit down and get comfortable 🛋️

The soul of Ethel Cain reached into the depths of my being and wrenched All Are of The Dust out of me while I was listening to this song of her’s (specifically the second half of the song)

The lines “Please, don't love how I need you / And know that one day, you and I could be okay,” are ones that resonate throughout this.

I was like let me try my hand at writing angst, let me dip my toes in. At first, like you with 505, I had become uninspired with it before I had even wrote anything down. But I sat and dug through my mind, and motivation struck with the Preacher’s Daughter album.

Southern gothic imagery galore, it’s what I had been envisioning for this piece. I was like, this is what I needed! So I thought of this world, where you and Leon had grown up together, the trailer park not too far from the orphanage, inseparable in and outside of school, twin flames who found one another so early in life and refuse to be separated.

This was also meant to be for someone who is trans in some way, hence the part where he suggests moving to a bigger city, that you would find more people like yourself. I did leave it ambiguous though, but that’s the theme that’s interlaced with the story. He knows how hard it was for you growing up, and having been there the whole time and being your favorite listener, he knows you best. He wants you to flourish and knows you’ve been hindered by your childhood.

As a child, he knew there wasn’t much he could do to keep you safe from adults, their words like the worst paper cut to skin. Especially from a so called “loved one” who was supposed to have been someone who rallied behind you, not join the opposing party. Leon intends to make good on his word and keep his promise, if you’ll let him.

He wants to save you from that god forsaken town, leave it all behind and start anew. He never wants you away from his side for long, but he also knows just how scared you are, how terrifying change can be to someone, having to go through it when he lost his parents at such a young age. You, on the other hand, also know that if you agree to leave, finding yourself in a new place, the independence you had gained would vanish. No familiar buildings or signs nor faces, regardless of how rude they could be. You having to depend on someone once more, no matter how much they mean to you, has you digging your nails into your palms enough to draw blood, a scream bubbling up inside.

Leon would never push you into something that you’re not completely behind, so he’ll let you make your decision on your own. He knows you need time to mull it over, let you have your time with your thoughts. Though, he feels unsettled by the feeling that’s stirring in his gut, for the one answer he dreads to hear.

I do have it to where there’s two ways this can end. I won’t go much into detail here for the fact that I have much planned for it, but this really did inspire me to pick this story back up.

Thank you, Em, for wanting to hear my rambling and wanting an analysis on my work, we both share in the brain rot that is Leon Kennedy 🧡🤝🤍

#god this is long lmfao #o asks #o mutuals #o talking #o text #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil

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soundsaboutrighttumblr · 1 year

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After finale ramble.

The Eighth Sense and its visual storytelling, the artfulness and the sheer effect with which they make the stories visible, highlighted, in colors, in light and dark, in acting, in movement. Like, of course they use sound, too, they appeal to all the senses that film medium can, visual, auditory, even associations of scent and smell and touch just by the heightening of the audio-visual experience, through filters, distortions, manipulations, framing, score, lyrics, leading the eye and the expierence. Artful and so well-made that it stands out in its emotional impact.

The editing, the extreme close ups, the alteration between movement and stillness, hand camera, aerial drone views, reverse, above water under water upside down mirror views too close too make up what you’re looking at for a moment... it all makes you almost dizzy at times, as even your vestibular sense is appealed to by these very physical visual techniques and effects, too, right next to all the themes and metaphors about balance throughout the text.

I do love the theories about the series title I’ve seen around, about the seventh sense being proprioceptive (movement and how you place, orient yourself) and the eighth one being interoceptive (internal, your physical needs, maybe in extension emotional needs, as it is a story about listening to those and healing/growing/moving).

I dare say this series comments on and appeals to all of them, through the technical use of medium, its metaphors and its art and messages about the human experience, and life being the use of all those senses, exitsting through and inside them, life being all of those experiences and the changes inbetween, the stillness, the stagnation, the getting moving again, the waves, the being tossed by waves, the watching of a tamed ocean inside a fish tank, the just dipping your toes in water. The salt-water tears you cry.

I came here to say. Just having watched the last two eps, and there’s just so much there, so many things, layers, so many artful things, but boy did I feel a visceral reaction when Jaewon started moving again, walking with that skip in his step to school, down the stairs.

Because what does depression do to you, it makes you stuck and stagnant, holding yourself still, frozen, preserving energy, paralyzing you. It reads all over your body, its immobility and rigidness. The acting on this is impeccable and had a visceral effect on me.

And then? When that animation comes back to you, to Jaewon, in that skip in his step, the animation of his face, elasticity and livelyness, the sheer movement of it all, that means feeling alive? How yes, there’s work and growth and healing that brought him there but sometimes it just happens, suddenly, just so? To make that point visible through these short scenes of walking, and the relief I felt, the energy?

Even the flow of meandering through the city feels like progress made visible, but when he walks again, with purpose, the acting out of that walk towards Jihyun, arms swinging, hands engaged, whole body motion walking with purpose?

That scene hit hard, will stay with me, because everything about those last two eps made that story visible, the getting back into movement, movement as what makes this life, the rush of it after stillness, that leaves you reeling. They took me along on that journey with those last eps, reminded me.

The evocativeness of this series and how it’s made, of taking you along on that ride, put you through it, all senses engaged, remind you of life... a very cathartic one, this one. No I’m not crying. I am actually so elated.

I do love those shows the best, that put you through the story’s experience as a viewer, by the means of the medium and publishing, too. Shows that guide and engage your emotional journey in a way that adds deeper layers of meaning to the messages, and is a very potent message in itself, I feel. Especially if you end on a positive hopeful note, much needed in these times.

Catharsis, yes. Connection through art, too.

Wow and thank you.

#the eighth sense #reaction #i just started typing #just an unedited ramble #so impressed and moved #surely not all i'll have to say but just a first rambly wave of wow

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qtssvnwoo · 1 year

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Behind Closed Doors- Chapter Four

A/n: Chapter four is finally out!! Remember, this has themes of abuse so please don’t if you are sensitive to this topic!!!

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, swearing, mentions of blood, and death. This chapter can hit hard for some people so I’m warning you guys to read casually if you don’t deal well with topics of abuse.

IMPORTANT THINGS: Your last name is Barlowe (Bar-Low) because it sounds cool. It’s now more of the start of the winter of your third year because I changed my mind. The reader is a Hufflepuff for the sake of my tropes, but if you’d like to change it go ahead! I would suggest just not being a Slytherin because than the tropes wouldn’t make too much sense. Enjoy!!!

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You sat in a desolate space outside of the castle's walls. The darkness engulfed you in a warm and somewhat comforting hug as you sat and thought about everything. You had vowed with yourself that you would make yourself hate Draco Malfoy for the sake of your brothers, that you would do anything to make yourself lose the intense feelings you had for the blonde. But you just couldn’t make yourself hate him no matter how hard you tried, no matter how many times he insulted your brothers or how many times he made you feel insignificant.

You listened to the sweet sounds of the babbling brook, the birds slightly singing and the rest of the sweet sounds of nature as you took it all in, you were truly alone, but you did not mind it. You enjoyed being alone. It gave you time to actually sit down and think without going crazy because of your brothers, or should you say brother.

The wind grew colder and you felt a presence sit next to you in the grass. You looked over to your side and you saw the blonde head of hair you were so infatuated with. You didn’t say anything, you felt at peace with him. You didn’t feel like you had to hide anything, you didn’t feel like you needed to run. You just felt like you needed to sit with him, and be with him. And damn did it feel good to not worry about it for once.

You felt your hand crawl towards Draco’s. No words were spoken, but you felt at home, and more importantly at peace. Draco’s hand felt warm against your cold ones. And you looked at him and admired his features. You saw him smile and look at you, and yet, still no words were exchanged between you too. You felt your heart skip a beat as you saw him moving closer to you. You leaned in yourself and you felt your lips linger in place for a second before finally meeting.

You grabbed his face, and you deepened the kiss. You felt Draco’s hands run down your hips, and push you to the ground. He was hovering on top of you as he held your face in one hand, and your hip in the other. Your lips moved in sync and you felt the warmth in your stomach grow.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, and for once you felt so at peace. You had longed to kiss Draco, and it felt like heaven. You never wanted it to end. Until it did.

You felt ice cold water being splashed on your face causing you to wake up suddenly from your peaceful dream.

“WHAT DID I TELL YOU TWO? YOU LEAVE HER ALONE WHILE SHE’S TRYING TO SLEEP, SHE NEEDS TO RECOVER!” Madam Pomfrey yelled. Her voice rang in your eyes and caused you to flinch at the sudden booming effect coming from her.

Your head throbbed and your throat felt very dry, you were still trying to get over your unrealistic dream, so the combination of loud yelling, head throbbing, and sudden cold water being drenched on your face didn’t help at all. You looked around the white room, eyes still adjusting to the sudden brightness of it that you hadn’t acknowledged your brothers standing side by side of your bed.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Calum asked calmly. Calum was always gentle, he knew and when not to be extravagant and at thighs time, he was choosing to be more soft spoken than Bennett was.

“OH FOR FUCKS SAKE YOU SCARED ME!” Bennett, who looked as if he had been crying, threw the cup from his hands and grabbed you by your aching shoulders. “ARE YOU OKAY?” He, once again, screamed.

You pushed your brother away, mumbling quietly about your head throbbing before laying back down on the bed.

“I feel like shit.” Was all you said, but your brothers must’ve understood.

“Language Mrs.Barlowe. But, It’s expected that no one feels great when getting hit in the temple by a bludger. But, recovery should only take at most two days.” Madam Pomfrey paused before she mixed the liquid in her hand and handed it to you. “This is a painkiller. Take it and sit for about an hour. I’ll release you when I feel comfortable in your ability to function.” She smiled at you as she watched you drink it.

It tasted like swamp water, but you didn’t complain. You took it in hopes that your blinding headache would subside.

“Now, when I release you, you come straight back to me if you’re feeling any type of symptom. Nausea, headaches, fatigue, anything that’s out of the normal for you, Okay dear?” She added. You smiled at her and nodded, handing her the glass vile back carefully and watching as she walked away from you.

“So, is your headache really that bad?” Calum asked, you groaned dramatically and looked over at him.

“Yes it is. It feels like someone is taking a spiked bat to my cranium every five seconds.” Bennet laughed at this, while Calum looked at you apologetically. “Who threw that bloody Bludger anyways?” You asked, Bennet stopped laughing and looked at Calum.

“Did you see who did it?” Bennett asked, Calum shook his head.

“You’ve been out for a day or so, I was really worried about you.” You smiled at Calum and weakly punched his shoulder.

“You gonna be at quidditch practice tomorrow?” Bennett asked. You knew he probably meant it to be a joke, but yet you still rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him, him doing the same.

“No she is not, but as of right now, what matters more is you getting rest. Come on Ben, we have potions soon anyways.” Calum kissed your forehead lightly before grabbing his books and getting up to leave. You examined him carefully, watching as his demeanor changed as he got up to leave. You could sense that something was wrong, that something was bothering him or as if he wanted to say something, but Calum held his tongue like he always did and he smiled at you. “I promise I’ll get you all the homework for our classes later okay?” You nodded and reached up to give him a hug, he smiled and reached down to you, hugging you tightly. The smell of lavender hit you as you inhaled his scent.

“Love you Cay.”

“Love you too Y/n/n. Come on Bennett.” Was the last thing Calum said before he walked away from your bed, not forgetting to give Mrs.Pomfrey a ‘Thank You’ before leaving.

“Yeah whatever I’m coming.” Bennett turned to you and sat down. You looked at him in confusion, but remembered that Bennett had a history of being late to class, and nor did he particularly care.

“Listen, Y/n,” Bennett stopped, trying to form the words correctly. Bennett was never the most well-spoken person, but, if you let him think, he would say things that would baffle even Dumbledore himself. “You’re my sister. You’re also my best friend so that's why I feel like I have the right to say this.”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t like that you like Malfoy.” Oh. “I don’t like it at all. He's a horrible person Y/n. You’re allowed to like who you like but I won’t let you like him.”

You felt your throat start to become even dryer than it was before. You looked down at your hands, avoiding eye contact with him as if it was going to make him disappear. You knew it was going to come down to this, as much as you tried to deny your feelings or shove them so far inside you that nobody could see them, Bennett and Calum always saw right through you. You were like an open book to them, there was nothing about you that they didn’t know.

“I’m not gonna do anything to stop you I guess. I hate that you like him. But it comes down to a decision.” Bennett paused looking at you with the most serious face you have ever seen him have.

“It’s either us, or it's him.” Was all he said before picking up his books and leaving. He didn’t say anything more, nor did he even spare you a glance as he walked out from the hospital wing. The obvious decision was your brothers, I mean, why wouldn’t it be, right?

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Bennett walked out of the Hospital wing with a heavy heart. He hated making you choose between your brothers or Draco, but he knew that he had to one day. Bennett was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t see the shorter figure of a girl walking in front of him.

In an instant he crashed into a smaller girl. Her brown hair, messy as always, flew back along with the rest of her body as she started falling backward at the sudden collision. Luckily, Bennett caught her just in time before she fell. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up to his chest as an attempt to save her from falling.

He stared into her bright brown eyes and smiled sheepishly before quickly pulling himself back together. He pulled away from her, picking up her books for her before picking up his own.

He studied her face and saw her pale complexion, complemented by the light ring of blush on her cheeks.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to.” He apologized. The girl looked up at him and blushed even more, she smiled and took her books from his hand.

“It’s fine, don't worry about it.” She said, before she walked away Bennett grabbed her by her arm and looked her in her eye.

“What's your name?”

“My name? Oh its-”

“Hermione, come on we gotta go!” Harry yelled from a distance. Hermione looked back at Bennett and smiled once more before running off to meet with Harry.

“Hermione.” he whispered to himself before he tightened his grips on his books and strutted off to class.

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You stared at the blank ceiling above you, counting the cracks being the only thing that was keeping you occupied. You thought to yourself, random thoughts that had no substance. Like,

Homework, what's for lunch, Draco, How was Bennett and Calum doing, Draco, quidditch practice, oh and did I mention Draco?

You groaned as your thoughts consumed you, not being able to distract yourself from Draco. Nothing helped you, and you could never go six seconds without thinking about him. And instead of being filled with the usual fuzzy feelings of liking someone, you were filled with the feelings of guilt and insolence. Your brother had made it clear that by choosing Draco you would be disappointing him, and, worse, choosing a boy over your own family.

You were adamant about staying all day in that crunchy and extremely uncomfortable hospital bed, but you heard the giant doors of the wing open and close, a small conversion, and then steps towards your bed.

“Barlowe.” The voice said. You looked up and immediately felt a cold rush of wind fall in front of you. You saw Draco, his hair sticking to his face with sweat beads coming from his forehead. His quidditch sweater hugged his body in all the right ways that made your brain go fuzzy. His eyes, which seemed to be glazed over, while they scanned your body.

“What could you possibly want, Malfoy?” You asked, you felt like you knew the answer to your so obvious question, but you felt in the mood to poke and prod at someone

“I’m here to see you, isn’t it obvious.” He responded sarcastically. You rolled your eyes and sat up straighter, looking up into his gray eyes. “And I came to take you out on a walk. Madam Pomfrey said you should get a little air.

“I’m not going on a walk with you.”

“Why not?”

“Because I can’t control myself around you.”

The words flew from your mouth before you could snatch them back and gulp them back down. You stared at Draco, expecting some type of cocky reaction to come from him, and of course you expected right. You saw his shoulders straighten along with his posture, his eyes found a little more light and you sighed to yourself as you saw the effects of your words take place.

“Most girls can’t love.”

“Whatever Malfoy, let's hurry this shit up.”

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You breathed in the fresh air as you walked outside. The winter air hitting your face like a brick, but it somehow gave you comfort. You walked, the yellow and black scarf wrapped around your neck tightly.

Draco stared at you and he swore he saw the snowflakes stop, the wind slowed down and it was like a mental picture for him. He looked at your reddened cheeks from the cold, your smile as you walked alongside him, and how you held your hands closely to your chest.

Draco smiled as he walked with you. He reached forward and grabbed a piece of your hair, placing it neatly behind your ear. He watched as your shoulders tensed and your cheeks get redder.

“Don’t do that.” You said, pushing his hand away and putting on the meanest look you could. But, deep inside, your heart skipped a beat and you jumped for joy. Your brain gave you a mental smack, as you reminded yourself that Draco has probably done this with ten other girls if not a lot more.

“Why not? Because you can’t control yourself around me?” Draco mocked. You pulled the fakest laugh you could and swatted his shoulder. Draco pretended to be hurt, fake crying and shortly after laughing. You rolled your eyes, and looked around to find a place to sit.

“There. Let's sit down for a moment.” You said, you didn’t wait for Draco, you just walked yourself over and sat down on the bench. Draco followed soon after, taking a seat a little too close to you, but you didn’t verbally complain.

Draco and you sat in awkward silence for a couple minutes, watching as the snow fell from the sky and landed softly on the ground. You were alright with just sitting in silence before being whisked off to your dorm room for some mandatory rest, per Mrs.Pomfrey’s request. But, Draco had other plans.

“Can I ask you something?”

“No.”

“Okay well I’m going to anyways,” Draco faced you, looking at you with those gray eyes that made you melt almost every time. “Why do you feel nervous talking about your dad? And why do your brothers get into physical fights every time they get compared to him? I know he’s in Azkaban but what did he do?”

You sighed. It was always a hard topic, your father that is. You had no problem telling select few people about it, people that you truly trusted. So you had no idea why you started to tell Draco.

“Well, to start he was never there. I can’t remember one birthday when he was actually there. He would always show up the next day with a pair of socks for each one of my siblings. He always got them mixed up, especially me Bennett and Calum’s. But, one day, me, Bennett and Calum came home from a sports practice, and my mother was on the floor. My oldest sister was crying, she had blood on her head and my younger brother was nowhere to be found. When we calmed my sister down and asked her what happened, all she said was that ‘dad snapped’. I don’t know why he did but he did. He abused us for a while, before my mom finally had enough and she sneaked all of us out in the middle of the night and we took the first flight to England.”

Draco stayed quiet, the story was a lot to process for anyone, and you knew you shouldn’t have spilled all of this to him, but you felt like you could trust him oddly.

“Your younger brother, what happened to him?” He asked. You smiled sadly to yourself as you felt tears weld up in your eyes.

“His name was Ryder. He was only about seven or eight. Right now I think he would be around eleven or twelve. But, Ryder just, he ran away. And I never saw him again, none of us did. He’s just gone. Mom and Celia, my older sister, assume he’s dead. But, I think he’s alive somewhere.”

Draco nodded, all he could do was nod, and it’s not like you expected him to say anything. But you felt good saying it, and he didn’t do the whole “if you ever need someone to talk to, you can talk to me” mantra. Instead, he just nodded and looked ahead of him.

You too sat in silence for another five minutes. You felt your hands start to freeze, so you got up and you started to walk away. Not before you heard Draco abruptly get up from his seat and grab your hand, turning you around to face him. You looked at him in confusion for a second before he pulled you closer to him.

Your lips collide. In real life this time, and even if this wasn’t a dream, it felt like one. The way his lips felt on yours made your heart stop, and you felt yourself deepening the kiss, placing your hands on his arms and holding them as a way to secure your position. His hands found their way to the sides of your face. Your lips moved in sync as the snow fell at the sides of the two of you. You felt warm, and he felt fuzzy. Draco pulled away for a second and looked in your eyes.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” He laughed. You smiled and went for another kiss, but Draco pulled away. “You’ll get another kiss, if you promise me you’ll go on a date with me this weekend?” You nodded, eagerly wanting to reconnect your lips. Draco mouthed something before he reconnected your lips. Your lips danced one last time before you pulled away.

“I guess I’ll see you on Saturday?”

“Yeah, Saturday.” Was all he said while you walked away. Draco smiled widely to himself as he watched you walk away. He couldn’t deny that he was excited, he mentally planned the whole day in his head as he walked back to the Slytherin common room. And you cursed at yourself. How could you possibly be discreet about a date with Draco? You didn’t know how you would do it but you convinced yourself that you would.

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Book Review - The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas

After reading, I learned this book was first published on 28 February 2017, which makes this a timely review at its seventh anniversary.

It’s difficult to write a book with social justice themes without the narrative dipping into a lecture-style and the author’s voice bleeding through. Angie Thomas pulled it off masterfully, and never once was the immersion broken while discussing themes. This book is clever and chooses each word meaningfully. The Hate U Give gripped me by the collars and would not let me put it down. The story is compelling and highly readable, covering emotionally heavy material and educating the reader on racial justice while also presenting a coming of age tale and lots of humor. This style represents its core message: despite growing darkness, we have to keep living. The narrator’s voice, the unfortunate ongoing relevance to current events, and the unrelenting suspense make this book a modern classic that I think should be in every high school.

The voice of the protagonist and the ways in which she interacts with her world and the people around her immerse the reader. Starr is a likable character, funny, resilient, and brave even when she doesn’t think she is. Her characterization was so strong I felt like I could meet her in passing on the street or follow her tumblr blog. She collects sneakers. She knows how to put price tags on groceries. She’s embarrassed by her parents’ dancing. The driving plot of The Hate U Give is the murder of Khalil and trial of 115, but the book is about so much more. The book is about Starr and how she grows into self-confidence and realizes her power to change her community. We care about Starr’s conflict with her friends and boyfriend, her worry about her parents’ marriage, and her complicated feelings with attachment to the place she grew up versus moving to a better life. Suspense never relents, lending a thriller feel to the story. Will Starr decide to speak up? Will 115 be charged? Will Hailey apologize? Will the family be able to protect DeVante from King? The people and places are described with such care they leap off the page. The appeal and success of this story is not from larger than life characters and events, but painful and heartfelt realism.

I had a few tears in my eye at the end of the novel, in a good way. There was no justice for Khalil, just like continues to happen in the real world. The Hate U Give was published in 2017, and it feels like little has changed since then in police reform. But there is still hope. Starr and her family get a better house, her mom gets a new job, the community help rebuild the store, Starr stands up for herself against Hailey, and she’s closer than ever with Chris who has shown he’ll support her in anything. The central message of the book is not loss but hope, a story about fighting for a better world because we live in it. This is what we need in face of rising darkness. The audience cares about the characters, cares about the tragedy, cares about justice, but the ultimate reason The Hate U Give hits so hard is that it doesn’t lean into despair. It says, “we must do something, and we can.”

I think this book should be taught in high schools. I certainly wish it was taught in the one I attended (a semi-rural, predominately white community). I know people would have a fit about the strong language, especially “that one news channel” as it was called in the novel, but the message is more important than a couple swear words the students would hear in the hallways anyway. It’s an introduction into learning about activism, written in a voice that is relatable and easily comprehended, wrapped in the attention-grabbing vibe of a YA thriller. Teens and adults alike can enjoy the storytelling and learn a lot from it. I certainly learned a lot about a culture that is not my own, and I’m grateful Angie Thomas created this and shared it with us. It surely took a lot of emotional labor, and the author’s emotional connection to the story shows and makes it all the more impactful.

Stories have the power to change the world, and if they didn’t, there wouldn’t be massive censorship efforts all throughout history. We’re living amongst the worst of modern censorship waves in the United States right now, with any book that mentions race or sexuality being challenged, even children’s books about things as unprovocative as doing hair. The Hate U Give covers dark subject material, but we need to not look away from the darkness in the world we live in. The enemy of hate is care. Through trying to understand one another and our struggles, we can be the light, like a star.

#book review #the hate u give

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Surviving Sokovia - Chapter Two

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Work Summary:

You were a Sokovian orphan living on the streets of Novi Grad, until Strucker offered you a choice.

Now you are a part of his human experimentation programme, trying to survive an entirely different world of horrors. The kind boy with the beautiful eyes is the only thing that keeps you going.

This story contains dark themes. Please read the notes on chapter one for more details. Dialogue in {these brackets} is in Sokovian.

Chapter Summary: The sceptre has changed you in ways beyond your imagination. You grow closer to both Maximoff twins.

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When consciousness returned, you thought at first that you’d been tied up. Your body was wrapped in what felt like heavy ropes. You jerked against them, smacking your head against the wall behind you.

“{Fuck.}” Your hand came up automatically to cover the back of your head, and to your surprise, the ropes let you. You rolled over sideways and let your feet hit the floor. The ropes receded.

No, not ropes. Vines.

You were in your cell. You hadn’t realised at first because instead of a cold stone floor, there was grass underneath your feet. Vines hung from the ceiling, and foliage covered every wall.

Instinctively, you reached out to the touch one of the leaves, and almost jumped out of your skin when it leant into your touch.

The plants were responding to you.

Distantly, you heard a thudding sound as something hit the other side of your wall. Your head was pounding.

This was too much.

Frowning, you started to get to your feet.

‘Hello?’ You heard a voice. It sounded like it was coming from right behind you. You fell forward, landing on your knees on the grassy floor, and twisted around to get a look at whoever was talking to you.

You were alone.

You must’ve imagined it. Or so you thought, but after a moment, clear as day, you heard a girl’s voice saying ‘Is anyone there?’

You realised with a jolt that you weren’t hearing this voice. The voice was inside your head.

‘Hello?’ you thought as loud as you could. There was another distant thud.

The girl’s voice said your name, and a prickle of anxiety went down your spine. You knew that voice.

‘Wanda?’ You reached out for her, tentatively.

‘It is you.’

You waited for a moment. Wanda had always seemed to hate you, so you weren’t sure exactly how to proceed.

‘I don’t hate you,’ she thought at you, and you flushed with embarrassment at the realisation that she could hear your thoughts. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see some of the vines shrinking in shame. ‘I just didn’t trust you. My brother, he can be too trusting. He’s too easily swayed by a pretty face.’ Before you could even attempt to respond, she continued, ‘but I suppose I will have to trust you now.’

‘Why?’

There was a long moment of silence then. You wondered if the connection had somehow been cut off, but then,

‘They’re all dead.’

‘What?’

‘I heard the thoughts of some of the guards and scientists. The sceptre killed everyone except for you, me and Pietro.’

‘Pietro is alive?’ You didn’t want to examine the immense relief that you felt in that moment. He was the only person in here who’d been remotely kind to you.

‘Yes, he is alive, but…’

Your chest tightened. ‘But?’

‘The sceptre gave us abilities. I assume you got them too.’

‘I woke up with plants in my cell. I think I’m controlling them.’

‘Well, I can communicate with you telepathically. I can move things with my mind too. But Pietro, well, he is very fast. So fast it’s hard to focus on his mind. He keeps running into the walls.’

As if on cue, there was another loud thud. ‘Is that him?’

‘Yes.’

‘Is he alright?’

‘He is a mess… But he is resilient. We’ve been through worse.’ Her voice sounded fainter, like a phone call breaking up.

‘Could you…’ You were sure it was stupid to be timid, because Wanda probably knew what you were going to ask before you asked it, but you were unsure of yourself anyway. ‘Could you tell him that I’m okay?’

There was another long pause. The grass underneath you was shrinking away.

‘He knows. It was the first thing he asked me after we both woke up. Before he’d even started running into walls. He wanted to know that you were alive.’ Her voice was so faint now that you had to strain to hear it.

‘Wanda?’

‘My head hurts…’

‘Wanda?!’

She didn’t respond.

Pietro thudded against the wall again, making you jump. You wanted to call out to him, but the soldiers here had always made it very clear that communicating with other subjects while in your cells was strictly forbidden. You weren’t sure you had the strength to take a beating.

Your whole body ached. Suddenly, even the thought of remaining upright was too painful. You lay back down on the bed and closed your eyes, letting sleep take you.

When you next awoke, it was with a burning in your throat.

You were thirsty.

For a moment, you were confused as to why you were outside. You stared up at the plant life around you, the last few days coming back to you in bits and pieces.

You were still in your cell. The foliage surrounding you was a strange side effect of the sceptre.

A lot of the leaves looked very limp and brown. You rolled over and saw a tray of food and a cup of water resting on the grassy floor.

Too exhausted to stand or lift your arms, you crawled off the bed onto the floor and knelt down by the tray. The first bite hit your stomach like a stone, but it tasted so good. It was only bread and soup, but you knew better than most people that everything tastes better when you’re starving.

You tried to pace yourself, but in under a minute, all of the food was gone, and you were lying in the grass, staring at the ceiling as your stomach cramped uncomfortably.

The leaves looked a little greener, and firmer. You wondered if the food had done that.

This was an entirely new world. You had to rethink all of your assumptions about everything.

‘Hey.’

You sat bolt upright as Wanda’s voice invaded your mind once again.

‘Hey?’ you replied tepidly.

‘You’re awake.’

‘How long was I out?’

‘It’s been days. I heard the doctors that were looking at you. You had a fever and you wouldn’t wake up. They thought you were gone.’

‘Well, I’m not.’ Bracing your hands on the bed, you pushed yourself up onto your feet and unsteadily walked over to the sink to refill your water.

It was strange. The sound of running water would’ve drowned out Wanda’s voice if she’d been speaking to you, but since she was in your head, her voice was clear as a bell.

‘I was sick too, but not as sick as you. They think it was because you were the most malnourished. Pietro was sick, but he recovered the fastest. A perk of his new…. condition.’

Leaning on the sink, you brought your cup up to your lips and drank deeply. ‘How is he coping?’

‘… He is like an animal in a cage that’s too small. He’s stopped bumping into the walls so much but he has so much energy. I can feel him all the time, but I can’t always understand what he’s thinking, and I can’t always get him to slow down enough to listen to me.’

‘That sounds like a nightmare.’

‘It is.’

Once your thirst was satiated, you sat down on the edge of the bed. Taking a deep breath, you decided to bite the bullet.

‘Wanda?’

‘Yes?’

‘Thank you for talking to me. I’m glad that I can hear you. I think I would go crazy if I was going through this alone.’

‘You’re hearing someone else’s voice in your head. How do you know you’re not crazy?’ You cracked a smile at that. You were about to reply when she cut you off. ‘Someone is coming. One of the doctors.’

Sure enough, you heard footsteps approaching. You sat on the bed, pressing yourself against the wall, and waited. You missed the sound of Wanda’s voice, but you could still feel her presence. She was looking into your mind.

A doctor appeared at the door of your cell and did a double take when he saw you.

“You’re awake.”

“…Yes.”

“Baron Strucker will want to see you. I will send some soldiers to deliver you. Make yourself presentable.”

You looked down at yourself. Your cloth gown was filthy. You had long since given up your expectation of privacy in this place, so you didn’t even wait for the doctor to leave before pulling the gown off over your head and removing your underwear.

You stepped straight into the shower, and the cold water stinging at your skin was remarkably refreshing. As you sloughed several days worth of dirt off your body, you heard Wanda’s voice again.

‘They’re taking you to see Strucker.’ It wasn’t a question.

‘Yes.’

‘Good luck.’

Dressed in a clean t-shirt and lightweight trousers, you walked down the corridor, flanked by two soldiers. Your legs felt weak, but if you complained, they might’ve just dragged you instead.

They hadn’t handcuffed you this time, but both soldiers were heavily armed and armoured, ‘just in case you got any funny ideas’. You were almost too weak to feed and clean yourself, so you had no idea what they thought you might do.

Strucker was standing behind his desk, looking out of the window when you entered his office. He turned to look at you, and the corner of his lip twitched.

“My men tell me that you have developed a talent for botany,” he said drily.

You didn’t smile. “I woke up and there were plants in my cell.”

“And you can control them?”

“Not really. Just a little bit.”

He regarded you for a long moment. “Why don’t you take a seat?” He gestured to the chair opposite the desk.

Trying not to betray how relieved you were to sit down, you lowered yourself into the chair. It was comfortable. Far more comfortable than the bed in your cell.

Strucker didn’t sit down. He remained standing on the other side of the desk. You were very aware of your own fragility in that moment.

“When you first came to this facility, I thought you wouldn’t last the week,” he said. “A stubborn, headstrong little girl with ideas bigger than herself.” You bristled, but said nothing. “I see my mistake now. You were one of the strongest. I expected the twins to survive the sceptre. I didn’t expect you to.”

“You fed me – you fed all of us – to that thing,” you spat. “People died.”

Strucker walked around to your side of the desk and stood over you. “Not you, though. You should be proud. Only the strong survive. The others weren’t strong enough to live.”

You stood up suddenly, your fists clenched at your sides, and thick green vines sprouted from the ground beneath your feet. They pushed Strucker back, away from you, and behind you, you heard the guards drawing their guns.

Strucker raised his hand to stop them. The room was deathly silent.

You could feel the vines as if they were extensions of yourself. Long green fingers that kept Strucker away from you. Reluctantly, you pulled back, and they withdrew too.

“You have fire,” he said. “And now you have the power to fan that fire into something bigger. You might not like it now, but I promise you, one day you will thank me.”

“I doubt that.”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he walked past you to where the soldiers were standing. “Escort her to her new accommodations,” he said.

Rough hands grabbed your arms, one soldier on each side of you, and began to pull you towards the door.

“Where are you taking me?” you asked, trying and failing to keep the fear out of your voice. They ignored you, pushing you back down the corridor. You didn’t fight them, but it was hard to keep from tripping as they marched you away from Strucker’s office.

They didn’t take you back to your cell. Instead, they dragged you halfway across the compound. Black-clad Hydra agents passed you, giving you inquisitive looks. Your cheeks burned. This whole experience was daunting and disorienting.

Finally, you arrived at a door. It was made of reinforced steel, but other than that, was completely non-descript.

“What is this?” you asked.

“Your new quarters,” said one of the soldiers gruffly, and pulled the door open, while the other shoved you inside.

You stumbled over your own feet, and you would’ve fallen, had a strong pair of arms not caught you. As the door slammed shut behind you, you looked up into Pietro Maximoff’s piercing blue eyes.

“Pietro,” you breathed. He looked like shit. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his brown hair was greasy, hanging limply around his face.

“{Did they hurt you?}” he asked. His eyes fell on your arms, and you noticed at the same time he did that you were starting to bruise from being manhandled. He lightly wrapped a hand around your wrist and lifted your arm to examine it closer.

“{I’ve had worse.}” You shrugged.

“Hello to you too,” said Wanda, in English, coming around to your other side. You hadn’t noticed her standing there. “What did Strucker say to you?”

You huffed. “That I should be proud to have survived when others died. He’s a monster.”

Pietro glanced between you and Wanda. “{When did you two get so friendly?}”

Wanda chuckled. “{When we were in the cells, genius. Telepathy, remember?}”

“{Right…}”

You looked around the room, and Pietro released your arms. “{What is this place?}”

“It’s our new quarters,” said Wanda. She seemed to favour English more than you or Pietro did. “We passed the test, so we’ve earned the privilege of a real bedroom.”

You walked into the middle of the room, looking at the furnishings with wonder. Against one wall was a dining table with three chairs. There were three single beds, each in separate corners of the room, and each with a curtain across them to provide a small amount of privacy.

“That one is yours.” Wanda pointed to a bed in the far corner. It had a white bedspread, soft to the touch, and beside it was an old wooden chest of drawers. Inside it, you found fresh clothes – mostly identical outfits in black and white and grey – a large towel and some toiletries.

In the centre of the room was a wide sofa and two armchairs, arranged around a coffee table. They were old and worn, and when you sat down on one of the chairs, you sank right down into it.

Against one wall was a shelving unit with a selection of books, decks of cards and board games. All were faded – they looked at least second- or third-hand – but you hadn’t had access to such easy entertainment since you were child.

There was even an ensuite bathroom with a sink, shower, and toilet. There were no windows, but even so, this place was grander than anywhere you’d lived before.

“There’s hot water,” came Wanda’s voice from behind you. “I already tried it out.” Sure enough, her hair was wet.

You looked over at Pietro, who was sitting on the edge of his bed, picking at his fingernails. When he felt your eyes on him, he looked up.

“{You can take the next shower, if you want},” he said. “{I don’t mind.}”

“{Thank you.}”

You found the hot water overwhelming. Still, you stood under the spray until you felt light-headed and dizzy. The sweet orange-y scent of the soap they’d provided you made you feel a little nauseous. Still, it was heaven on your muscles. For the first time in a very long time, you felt clean.

Not wanting to use up all of the hot water – and slightly concerned you might pass out if you stayed in there too long – you left the shower and stared into the mirror over the sink. They had also given you hair products and moisturisers, so you got to work making your hair look reasonably presentable, and rubbing the lotions into every part of your body you could reach. You were very slimy by the time you were done – you may have gone a little overboard on the lotion – but it was a clean kind of slime, so you didn’t mind.

You put on a pair of pyjamas and clean underwear and stepped back out into the main room.

Wanda was lying back on the sofa, reading a book. She didn’t look up as you walked back in. Pietro, on the other hand, was doing pull-ups on a bar set up beside his bed. When he saw you enter, he dropped back onto the ground, as graceful as a cat.

“{The shower is free},” you said, your voice sounding a little weak. His shirt stuck to his body with sweat. As he walked moved past you, you could smell the heady scent of his body.

“{Thank you, sweet girl.}” You barely had time to process his words before he disappeared into the bathroom and you heard the shower starting up again.

Wanda was looking at you. You staunchly didn’t make eye contact as you walked over to the shelf to find a book to read.

Pietro, as it turned out, cleaned up pretty nicely. When he had access to shampoo and soap, his brown hair was shiny and lightly curly. You wondered if it was as soft as it looked. He smelt faintly of wood and sage and mint. You tried not to think about it.

The morning after the three of you had settled into your new quarters, breakfast was brought to the room. It was bread again, but this time it was sliced and toasted, and came with a selection of butter, honey, and several jams. As you contemplated them, you looked up to see both Wanda and Pietro looking at you.

“{What?}” you asked, feeling self-conscious.

“{Nothing,}” said Wanda. She was smiling. You had the strong sense that you were being mocked. “{Your eyes just got so big when you saw all the jams.}”

Your jaw clenched. You reached for the butter and began to spread it on two slices of toast. Your eyes were so firmly on your breakfast that you didn’t see her face fall.

“{It’s not- I didn’t mean-}” She stumbled over her words, and then looked at Pietro for help. Something silent passed between them in that moment.

“{My sister was only teasing, sweet girl},” said Pietro, softly. “{Do you have siblings?}” You shook your head. “{… Well, siblings like to tease each other. Wanda didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.}”

“{She didn’t hurt my feelings,}” you insisted, your cheeks feeling hot. You hated how much you sounded like a child. “{I’m fine.}”

There was a long moment of silence. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Wanda and Pietro exchanging another look.

“{When we were living on the streets,}” said Pietro, far too casually. Your eyes snapped up to meet his gaze. “{We use to sneak into breakfast buffets at a local hotel and steal the pastries and the little pots of jam. Apricot was my favourite.}” He slid the jar of apricot jam over to you. Hesitantly, you took it and spread some over your toast.

Pietro was right. The apricot jam was good. You finished both slices of toast and then had two more, and when you were done, your stomach felt so full it was uncomfortable.

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#pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff x you #pietro maximoff fanfiction

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arbee0 · 1 year

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Thoughts on Hilda from Netflix

The World building is just absolutely fantastic!

This show is so freaking pretty, literally gorgeous I can not get over how beautiful it is!!!

They do such an amazing job of introducing so many different creatures, world customs, and societal norms so naturally!

Like yeah, that's woodman, he just lets himself in whenever he pleases

Elves are actually little invisible people

The main character's pet is a deer-dog-fox (I adore Twig's design)

I love, love Hilda's relationship to her mom and how it changes and grows throughout the series, I feel like a parent-child relationship like this is so rare and its so refreshing to see a parent treat their child with so much respect and patience even while Hilda gets herself into literally everything ever

And Hilda's friends!! I love David and Frida so much!! They are such wonderful characters who both get their own time and space to grow away from Hilda

Although I am not super happy with how they kinda brushed off Frida's betrayal towards the end of season one (I am only a just starting season two though so I don't know if its ever brought up then)

especially how Frida treated David, there is so much I wish they had been given time to talk about and I feel like David deserved so much more

I love Alfur so much too!! The whole concept of elves in this world is so incredible, I absolutely love the amount of thought was put into him and his little society

Like the whole bit about paperwork being so important in their little world is so much fun and its not something that was a one off bit either, its so fun how it keeps getting brought back up and is still an important plot point in many episodes!

The plot itself. oh my god. the plot is plotting and I love it so so much!

This show just hit so much for me, I am not someone who kins characters but boy do I kin Hilda

The Whole theme of having to move and leave behind everything you have ever known,

Being forced into an completely different world with so little time to adjust and just the sense of loneliness and isolation that comes with that that you just have to keep moving, keep thowing yourself at any problem you can solve or any adventure to keep you from letting yourself really feel that hurt that you've shoved so deep down

But in this new world there are amazing people!

you've found these amazing new friends and created a new niche for yourself

These things you never even realized you where missing and yet this place still doesn't really feel like home, you left home behind and that place is still such a huge part of you that you cant see how much you've grown

And moving on is so hard, letting go is so hard

What Woodman said to Hilda "And someday your home may be somewhere else. But that doesn't mean you leave your other homes behind. The wilderness will always be a part of who you are"

I'm so happy that they included this episode, it was so satisfying for this to be brought up and not completely ignored

Because moving sucks! Leaving behind everything sucks!

And letting Hilda not only explore that and finally admit to herself that things have changed and that its okay!

That was such in incredibly satisfying resolution for me personally this show was actually made for me specifically

I am only a few episodes into season two but I really love the villain!

He is so incredibly annoying I want to launch him into the sun but he's so well written

I love how aware Hilda is of his shit and also that he is beefing with an 11 year old I'm so exited to see where this goes

I cant wait to finish season two (Witch!Frida is so cool!!)

There is still so much about this show I love but I wanted to just do a quick over view right now since I just finished yesterday, I might post a bit more later but yeah :)

If you haven't watched Hilda I highly recommend!!!

#lilfishthoughts #Hilda #netflix #netflix series #animation #hilda netflix

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Unit Teambuilding - Neo Champion Rosa

Fun fact! Meloetta is my favorite mythical Pokemon. I adore this little Vocaloid baby. So I've been anticipating the day it finally got added. I always expected more of a seasonal/PokeFair kinda deal, maybe with Lisia, but apparently we're going full-on Master Fair with Rosa. So she's gonna be good, right?

General Overview Psychic Support. An instant OHKO on my hopes for a Normal Meloetta that type shifts, but I guess the plus side is my Psychic army is ever-growing. Also, she does type shift to Fighting, and all her moves seem to be Normal, as her sync is listed with Normal-type damage modifiers, so...I don't know, theme skills are weird.

Buddy Relic Song has AoE, and gives +1 crit, +2 to a random stat, and transforms Meloetta each use, with a passive giving +1 PMUN and SMUN each transformation. Her first attack in each form applies Psychic or Fighting rebuff, she gets both, and each attack gives +1 Sp Def (Aria) or +1 Def (Pirouette). Her trainer move is a pop +2 PMUN (Pirouette) or SMUN (Aria), with +2 team speed. She is the most consistent moves up next stacker in the game, with the most consistent fast-acting stacks in the game at present for either offensive type. And that's just her base kit, with two moves. She has Potion, and changes between Sing in Aria, and Teeter Dance in Pirouette. Her grid provides options like Precision Pals, MPR1 for even more stacking, Force Field/Team Stoic to get some guaranteed defenses, Curative Confusion for passive regen, Easy Pickings for random debuffs on foes, double Potion MPR, and Go Viral in case you really need Sing to just mess with the whole team, but I actually think Go Viral sleep is detrimental at this point in my life.

Rosa's rotation is fairly clear, at least to me. Spam Buddy move out the gate, while your allies handle boosting Atk/Sp Atk by themselves. By the time they're done, you're around first sync, which Rosa takes, getting Support EX buff. She then kicks in Sprint role and ramps so you're guaranteed second sync before foe's first. Then you either use Buddy move once to get to the form you want, or go straight to TM to stack moves up, until the opponent dies. There is no mercy. Only Meloetta.

Rosa's problems, however, are just as apparent. The main one is her Buddy move conditional. She needs to "not be in a pinch." Which is that red blinking HP level around 25%. Heavy hits in CS are a massive threat to her, and if she's taking Half Healing as a parameter, which is often free money in CS, it's hard to get her back on track. She also can't reliably buff Atk/Sp Atk, which means she's excellent for top-tier self-sufficient damage dealers, but pretty bad otherwise. Also she needs partners with good DPS attacks; low DPS gets borderline nothing from her. Another flaw, and this seems to be a personal stance, is that Sing is a bad decision. Yes, I hear you, general meta theorists. Sleep is insanely powerful and broken as a status for disruption. But it also means Rosa can't queue another action before the foe re-queues, which means if she's sleep-locking, she's not doing literally anything else. It also means having to run Troublemaker as a lucky skill to hit literally anything ever, because 45% accuracy. Even with the +20 accuracy she can get from grid, which is expensive and removes her better utility, AND the Precision Pals effect on TM, that's...around 85% accuracy. Which is still far too shaky to rely on. But she doesn't get Vigilance, so you're leaving yourself wide open on crits.

Which brings us to the big flaw. My first opinion of Rosa was "this seems kinda tame." It's because her grid sucks ass. Her kit does a lot, but considering that Blue not only had a super good base kit but also got an absurd grid that gave him even further tools that were unnecessary? Rosa feels like she should be getting more than this. Her tools are underwhelming on grid, and it's hard to build anything overly cohesive out of it. And like...no built-in Vigilance? I thought we fixed this shit with Melony; if you have Sing, you want Vigilance on grid so you can take Troublemaker, otherwise you're Elio, who is bad. Melony got this, but somehow Master Fair Rosa didn't? Why? This isn't exactly a tall order if a general pool can do it. Even her ability to boost team defense is +1 per attack, similar to Blue, but without his offense debuffing and chance for flinch. They even have the audacity to make them two separate skills on opposite ends of the grid. Rosa's grid legitimately feels like one of the worst all year for very little reason.

My stance on Rosa lands somewhere between "This is the best support in the game" and "Oddly under-kitted." Depending on partner, she's either the unquestionable best partner for 3v3 content given her stacking and defensive backbone with healing, or she's accomplishing next to nothing because her kit locked her into one niche unlike NC Blue who got to do literally everything at the same time. I think if the grid were less garbage, she'd have an argument for being better than him. But as it stands, she's at home among the other Master Fair support, but I don't know if I'd call her strictly better than Bede, and certainly not better than Blue. Which is just typical Kanto bias shit. My favorite couldn't just lose to Kanto, but to Zapdos? Rude.

EX, Role, and Move Level? If you're looking at Rosa like damn. I wish I had that kind of stacking power. 1/5 has all you need. Legitimately, she's fine 1/5. EX is a good idea for the stats, given her buddy move conditional, but you only need the one copy. 3/5 is when you just get silly with the defensive backbone she doesn't need but will gladly take, and some other niche tools that don't do much because again, I do not respect her grid. The EX Role is honestly one of the most worth it things ever. Support/Sprint is one of the best combos in the game, and my pick for outright best. It's perfect pace for 3v3 metas, ensuring two syncs before foe's first even without quad queue, denial, or Adrenaline. Supremely worth it. And good news! She's the first and currently only Sprint sub-Role! So you have the cake. Choose wisely though, because there's good odds of SST Red and Aura Cynthia at the start of the year with roles, and I have a feeling Cynthia's getting Sprint.

Team 1: NC Rosa, SS Lana, SS Lusamine Alright let's start with one on-type pick each, the best of each kind. Lusamine Hours. Rosa's +1 crit is all Lusamine needs for a successful fast-ramping nuke, and the ability to stack both types of Moves Up Next means both Lana and Lusamine fire at maximum capacity at all times. With a defensive-minded grid, she is able to consistently provide what Bede could not: a serious means of survival in High Score. Potion's pop heal just doubles down on this flexibility, achieving an absolutely bonkers performance. With Lana and Lusamine already fast-ramping to Lusamine's transformation, and Meloetta's Sprint role, she even contributes meaningfully to the ongoing Psychic Ramp meta.

Team 2: NC Rosa, NC Hop, Rei "But Aura Cynthia-" redundant. Rosa stacks harder than Cynthia could ever imagine, and the rebuff is much better than duplication of Zone. And with Rei's Sprint role, welcome to fast ramp central, complete with sure-flinch lockdown and rapid defensive drops.

Team 3: NC Rosa, Anni Lillie, Renegade Cynthia Okay, time to start getting a little silly with it. NC Rosa's ability to boost team speed, as well as boosting both offenses, anchors a dual strike opportunity like Lillie and Cynthia. Anni Lillie has tremendous DPS, and adores the stacks of SMUN. Meanwhile, Cynthia has the ability to store one type of moves up for the other, including a potential explosion off of Shadow Force. Having both options at her disposal allows Cynthia to just go ballistic here.

Team 4: NC Rosa, SS N, Glaceon/Colress As alluded to in the previous set, one thing Rosa can be incredibly funny for is the 2-turn move nuke. SS N's Freeze Shock is bullshit powerful, having 300BP at base. Now consider a situation where N gets to throw out Freeze Shock, but he's loaded up with PMUN. And also there's either Zone, or there's Def debuffs. Are we really...going to argue this one? I might actually, a non-EX SS N often fails me. Two-turn damage is still a problem.

Team 5: NC Rosa, SS Hilda, Blaine/NC Leaf SS Hilda is similar to Renegade Cynthia, being extremely high damage, but having both physical and special moves available. She can DPS nuke both ways. Add in Sun, and her damage is frankly batty. It doesn't even matter where the Sun comes from, anyone will do, but Leaf is the comedy hour option.

Team 6: NC Rosa, Nemona, Volkner/Jolteon Another fun option: Nemona. Nemona operates on burst damage, she's not good at DPS. Rosa's stacks PMUN for Nemona to throw around on her Buddy move as needed, while also having that coveted Sprint role for repeat fast-ramping. Nemona instant ramps, Rosa ramps off her sync, into Nemona's sync, which is also a ramp. Speedrunning. There's honestly an argument for Paulo in here if you have him. Just triple fast-ramp sync nuke deluxe, with two of them being Support.

Team 7: NC Rosa, Anni Steven, S!Liza Okay, NOW it's time to talk. NC Rosa, because of her buddy conditional, approaches CS with a bit of apprehension around field effects. The shuffling of parameters often means taking Offenses +5, which is when things get scary. When she ignores field effects, Rosa is at her most devastating. And with that in mind, enter one of my favorite cores, Anni Steven and Summer Liza. Both of them have very effective physical DPS, with Steven having fantastic speed control and Liza having the ability to rotate in Free Moves Next and her own PMUN. Rosa's ability to boost defense for the team off a 3/5 grid allows Liza to get to TM second turn with full Atk. Her TM boosting team speed eases their rotation of offense as well, as they throw around ridiculous numbers. And again, because Rosa can ramp with Sprint role, there's no more of this need for a denial to keep on pace. Liza will sync, and she will kill.

Team 8: NC Rosa, Paulo, Emmet Sprint ramping is real, and Paulo was a huge proponent of it with his sub-Support role. Paulo can take first sync to throw out his own Buddy move, which also removes Rosa's grid energy from defense boosting to put into other fun tools like Precision Pals on TM for their accuracy issues. Paulo's GMax having Sandstorm application, and his free -2 with Emmet's -1 TM in Sandstorm composing a fast-ramp, makes this a fairly strong Sandstorm core. That can then pivot into Rosa taking second sync for further ramping, with double Support EX bonus and massive stacks of moves up next on both allies. The accuracy here is key; Rosa's ability to grid in accuracy salvages the issues I have with Paulo's base kit.

Team 9: NC Rosa, Roxie, Looker I want to use this opportunity to stress something important. When you're dealing with these heavy moves up next stackers? +4 offense is sufficient. Obviously, +6 is the ideal, but you can make do. To that end, Roxie and Looker. +4 offenses is just fine for them, with the moves up next stacks more than making up for the missing +2. And with Rosa, there's always the chance that she rolls that +2 anyway.

Team 10: NC Rosa, Will, Brycen Okay this is really stupid but I realized something I could do and it was WAY too funny not to consider. So, Rosa has Teeter Dance, right? But no Stop Hitting Yourself. She partners with pairs who do, though. Mallow has poor offensive setup, and Sidney has poor DPS. But Will? Will has Stored Power. "But wait," you say. "Will has no self setup at all! How is he relevant?" Not so. Remember, Five Stats +3 is a thing. Will can simply copy and double their buffs, to get all his stats to +6 instantly! "Okay but...now you're dealing with stronger opponents." Not with Brycen here to Haze that shit. "Crystal this feels like a bad plan that could very easily backfire." True. But I bet it works.

Final Thoughts Rosa seems very good, and I am excited to try out her kit. I will acknowledge I think she also has some serious flaws which limit the teams she can support. She does not play well with sync nukers with low DPS, and she doesn't play nice with those who need full offensive support. But she does offer the best and most consistent moves up next stacking in the game at current, and given it's literally "every time you attack, +1 to both," this feels like a cap in the same way Aura Cynthia was. I doubt we'll get directly better than this any time soon. We just have to hope the Buddy move conditional isn't too great a burden.

#unit teambuilding #neo champion rosa #nc rosa

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btnclmrttn · 2 years

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Yo!! It's me again, can I request something again if it's fine?

If I can, may I ask for a continuation of my other requests but for Sai? Wherever leght and theme you feel like doing (for example sai asks them to change prices or some random thing, literally anything) Been craving content of him but there's barely any 😞. Staring at my phone like ☺️ with your work tbh

Yuh I gotchu I understand I've been craving content for him too. Thanks for the lightbulb! I personally like how this turned out

"Hey, ____?" Saitama inquires, rolling his shopping cart to a stop, "Have you seen any sales on these lately?"

You glance over to the grocery item he is referring to, taking a second to think before answering, "Huh. Now that you mention it I haven't seen any in a while...."

"Man...they just keep getting more and more expensive. I'd hate to give them up but these prices are getting rediculous!"

"Gonna start rationing?"

"Geez, I might have to," he sighs, "Hope they have a sale soon."

"I'm sure lots of people dream of the same."

His eyes grow wide with an expression that shows an idea. A pair of strong hands then take you by the shoulders and pull you closer to Saitama's face.

"Hey! I forgot you change realities! Can you make this on sale a reality?!"

"Oh, Sai...," you say with hesitation to his puppy dog eyes. You forgot too, honestly.

"What's the worst that could happen? Economic fallout? It won't hurt anything!"

Not far from the truth if you aren't careful. For his own good you'd rather not, for the sake of a seriously disproportionate chain reaction.

"Well I don't know. There's always something that happens! There's a consequence to every shift-"

"Babe, please? I'll do anything!"

"I don't know Saitama..."

"I can make you're favorite dinner tonight! I don't care how much that would cost!"

You're taken aback by his statement, "Did you hit your head???"

"If I'm saving on this and spending it on you instead it really isn't loss! Pleeaase!"

Hardly is he ever this desperate. He already has some money struggles. Likely he could be saying that as last resort, because he knows you won't run his pockets dry. You're as cheap as he is sometimes. Smart move.

You attempt to tear your eyes away from your boyfriend's sweet pleading face. His big brown eyes don't look away, dragging you back into the gaze little by little.

It would be impossible to say no. You'd have to be a crazy person.

You throw your head back and groan, caving in to his begging, "Fine!"

He smiles wide while picking you up into a strong embrace, "Yeah! Thanks, ____!"

You make a strained sound of agreement as the air in your lungs is bear hugged out of you. He sets you to your feet, then looks at you with expectancy.

"Okay, so-"

"You gotta say abracadabra or something?" Saitama cuts off.

"Ah...sure. YOU say abracadabra."

"Okay...uh...Abracadab-"

Saitama is cut off mid sentence by someone squeezing through with a half-assed "excuse me" to the stand. Your eyes follow the man to the stand that is now surrounded by a barbaric-like crowd scavenging for the product Saitama sought for.

Saitama's face quickly scrunches to an irritation with the widened eyes saying else wise: panic.

"H-Hey! Save some for the rest of us!" He cries as he shoves his way through the crowd.

"Oh boy," you mumble to yourself as you sneak around the crowd. You make your way around behind a shorter woman and are able to reach over her enough to grab just one. It's enough for your personal satisfaction. You snake away from the people far back and pull the shopping basket aside.

Despite the chrome dome he has, Saitama has become awfully hard to spot. One by one the people are stepping aside, and fewer are coming to the stand. Still no Saitama. When the crowd eventually clears, you can now see him bent over the stand. It makes him look small, child like.

Dragging the cart over, you get close enough to put an arm over your dramatic boyfriend, "You alright there?"

He shamefully lifts up the contents of his hands, "I only got two..."

"I got one. Now you got three."

Saitama stands up straight to better look at you, bringing a smile to his face as usual, "Lucky me."

"Three for the price of one. That's a steal, yeah?"

He leans in closer to give you a little peck on the cheek, "I think you're quite the steal. Thanks for doing this for me."

A heat rushes to your face as a smile overtakese by itself, "But you only got three. That's enough?"

"Yeah, it's enough," he says as he sets the goods in the basket "Now, a deals a deal. What did you want for dinner?"

"Hmm... I think I would have a better idea if I got to ride in the basket."

Without a second of hesitation, Saitama lifts you with one arm and sets you in the basket. You put some grocery items in your lap to make better room and scoot around to face him.

"Alright. That better?"

"Much better. Let's go pick up some of your cabbage first," you instruct.

"Eh, I got a little left a home," he says taking the cart in his hands again.

"Might as well get it before it's gone. It's on sale!"

"What? No, that was last-"

He looks down at you with supreme suspicion in his eyes. You can't help your slight excitement overcoming you as Saitama takes out the ad from his pocket to double check it.

"You didn't." He gasps, mouth agape, "I've never seen them this cheap!"

"Abracadabra."

"What about your "consequences" you warned me about?"

"Well, I guess if there is economic fallout I'll be in history books over some cabbage."

"Have I told you you're my favorite person ever lately?" He chirps as he heads towards the vegetables, pushing you along.

"Hah...don't let Genos hear that..."

#one punch man #opm #saitama #opm x reader #saitama x reader #genos #garou #anime #saitama x y/n #saitama hcs #saitama headcanons

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catty-words · 1 year

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@continuallyunexpected babygirl, i have too many thoughts on evermore (2020) to fit in my brain, but bless you for asking:

- enchanted by the way the album feels cohesive because of the way it’s fifteen songs reflecting on selves and people lost to time that all evoke wintry sparseness in both the music and lyrics

- relatedly, i got into this album at exactly the right time. it complements the liminal space feel of the week between christmas and new years and i was in exactly the right headspace to be utterly decimated by its interest in the feminine urge to callously move through time with little regard for the people who fall victim to you being so goddamn occupied with the narratives you’re constructing in your head

“willow”

- originally found the refrain of take my hand, wreck my plans, that’s my man annoying and undeserving of their hype but you know what? the rhythm of it wins i understand now that this is a brainworm from which i cannot escape

- i will Not come around on i come back stronger than a nineties trend though. i just won’t.

- verse three goes so fucking hard oh my godddd

- the underlying sultriness just works, man i dunno what to tell you except my hips love this song

“champagne problems”

- the diction of each repetition of champagne problems contains such an understated bitterness that is very sexy of the narrator considering she just left a dude mid-wedding, her being like ‘your problems are not that deep ok? grow up.’ is HOT. ruthless and HOT.

- and the flipping of the script to the narrator being the one who has not-so-deep problems they have to grow up about is just good writing. which is also hot.

“gold rush”

- this song often makes me think about you!! so, an honest answer to the question “what are your thoughts on evermore?” is “you, bestie” 😘

- the way this song is an Experience, though. like, the percussion and the bass et al make you feel your own anticipation-sick heartbeat and the lyrics of the chorus tumble down down down into the feeling they’re describing and “gold rush” is falling in love i will not elaborate further

“‘tis the damn season”

- in a bit of a love affair with this song right now it’s the latest to mash the 'think about d/b’ button in my brain and i’m feeling very

about it, y’know?

- ooohhoohoo the lyrics if i wanted to know who you were hanging with / while i was gone, i would have asked you / it’s the kind of cold fogs up windshield glass are a prime example of the wintry sparseness and the feminine urge to live up the ass of your own perspective and i feel very normal about them as a result!

- something about the instrumentation of the chorus makes me feel like i’m standing in the gently falling snow. which?? that’s witchcraft

“tolerate it”

- it’s a well-constructed story powerfully and emotionally evoked through music but my primary reaction to it is always something along the lines of: girl, get help fr fr

“no body, no crime”

- 👏 GASLIGHT 👏 GIRLBOSS 👏

- the way she thinks i did it, but she just can’t prove it hits!!! that’s it, that’s my whole thought!

- at first glance, it might seem that this self-contained murder ballad is a bit of a detour for the album, but i’d argue that the narrative is cold and brutal in such a way that fits right in. “champagne problems” and “‘tis the damn season” and “ivy” and especially “long story short” all feature narrators who are self-involved, painfully aware of that fact, and never stop themselves repeating their harmful patterns. gaslighting girlbosses the lot of them. 😍

“happiness”

- letting go of something that treated you well enough but you’ve outgrown, being wistful for change but also for the past... this song is so thematically on point i find myself needing to stare into the void about it

“dorothea”

- another wistful exploration of bygone relationships and whole eras of life. theme once again on point.

“coney island”

- i totally feel like i’m walking through an abandoned theme park in the dead of january listening to this song. i taste the ocean, or perhaps my own tears,,,

- obsessed with the lyric sorry for not making you my centerfold for the way it captures so succinctly the downfall of the romantic relationships on this album, makes my brain buzz

“ivy”

- this pop-country ballad simply is a jam

- why is the rhyme scheme of oh, goddamn / my pain fits in the palm of your freezin hand so fucking satisfying?? i wanna bite down on it

- also, the palm of your freezing hand image/sensation is so simple, yet i find it to be one of the most striking lyrical evocations of winter on the album

“cowboy like me”

- i really enjoy the way this one turns the ‘end of an era’ motif on its head. in most of the other songs on the album with similar interests - “champagne problems”, “tolerate it”, “happiness”, “coney island”, “marjorie” - a relationship is coming to an end and the narrator has to grapple with how that changes them. in “cowboy like me”, a relationship starting is the change that requires reflection on what’s being lost and i think that’s neat!

“long story short”

- this song offers a meta-perspective on the whole album and i have it between my teeth and i’m gonna grrhgrhhrhhhgrhhhgrhj

- the whole chorus fucking. it offers a birds-eye view of the cycle we’ve been seeing different facets of for eleven songs now!!

- relatedly, the line i always felt i must look better in the rear view shines a spotlight on why the speaker stays trapped in this particular cycle and i am unwell about it!!!

- looking at the song through this lens, the CHEEK of now i’m all about you!! (for how long, taylor? yeah, that’s what i thought, see you in the review, babe!!!)

- in any case, i find it delightful that even the album’s meta-narrative contains a flipped-script moment that’s powerful as all hell. long story short, i survived indeed!

“marjorie”

- it really gets to me that in the outpouring of the bridge, the speaker says i should’ve asked you questions / i should’ve asked you how to be in such a panic, yet the verses are proof that the speaker picked up on marjorie’s advice all the same!! heart-wrenching.

“closure”

- the lounge piano layered over the static gives the song a disjointedness that really works for me and somehow perfectly captures the chaotic emotional state of being suspended between letting something go (a relationship, a year of your life) and still being stuck with that something a little while longer. i.e. the perfect penultimate track to this album

- the petty delivery of it wasn’t right, the way it all went down / looks like you know that now delights and amuses

“evermore”

- album closers to sink into a fit of despair to!!! because this is the perfect album to sink into a fit of despair to and this closer is the perfect concluding statement for its album!!!!!

- truly, the way this song ends with the faintest whiff of rebirth yet is still melancholy the whole way through... name a better love letter to winter. you can’t do it. ❄️

#continuallyunexpected #replies #evermore (2020)#taylor swift

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saw a kingdom hearts reaction where the person said kingdom hearts is about childhood and growing up and losing innocence, and childhood trauma

and like 1 yeah they hit the nail on the head. it makes you feel like a kid again, but also reminds you that life is heavy and complicated and these things that remind you of an innocent time before it all will always be touched by the present now that you are no longer naive and now that you’ve started your journey into adulthood (like Sora leaving the islands). it reminds you of what you miss, of what you hope for, some of the most impactful lines in kingdom hearts 2 are when hayner says (and axel reaffirms, and truly so Many character stories echo) “we can’t be together forever, it’s not about how often we see each other, but how often we think about each other. as long as we have each other in our hearts then we’ll still be with each other” those ideas i think most people eventually will relate to. so much of the kingdom hearts story is about best friends, making friends, valuing friends, and how the world and the passing of time pulls people apart. how to stay close to them, how to get back to them again, how to grieve when we can’t, when we don’t know the future, how we have to move forward every day because life doesn’t stop, the circumstances tomorrow are not guaranteed to be like they are right now this minute, and we have to cherish what we have while it’s here. hold onto it in our hearts when it’s out of reach, and try our best to remember it and what it’s done to change us forever. every friend we make is a part of us, every precious memory changing us and our entire lives even when the connection gets lost or strained, even when our lives change completely in ways we could have never predicted or stopped. the desire to keep things as they are forever, when they’re good and we have our loved ones, and how as much as we may want that and strive for it and sometimes do achieve it life is going to constantly surprise us and we can’t control what tomorrow will bring. “hold me, whatever lies beyond this morning is a little later on, regardless of warnings the future doesn’t scare me at all”, “when we get older you’ll understand what i meant when i said no things aren’t quite that simple/things Are Quite that Simple.” Utada Hikaru’s absolutely lovely main songs have lyrics which really hammer home the themes of kingdom hearts.

just. yes on one level its an absolutely bonkers crossover visually, conceptually, in execution, in experimenting with combat and combination, and it’s wild it got made because who knows if it even could’ve existed if someone tried to make something like this today in the 2020s. but also it does have a heart at the center of it, an emotional thread that connects to everyone growing up and who already has, and it hits you right through to your core and it’s the reason the endless tragic arcs of the characters make so many people bawl their eyes out. yes its a sad story, many sad stories trying hard to fight to get a happy ending and reunite with their friends again one day. but its also a really, really, simple story. its a story we all go through. its covered in all these words like darkness, hearts, light, etc and this bonkers lore nomura keeps intensifying and piling on. but at the core of it all kingdom hearts is about our friendships and loved ones, about growing up and the passage of time changing everything, and how to bear it and go through this endless journey we’re all on. it hits extra hard to some (like me) because the childhood disney and final fantasy elements remind us of exactly when this reality starts to set in for us growing up, we were children, often surrounded by friends and family, and then one day people moved and died and school was over and nothing was ever stable again in that sort of concrete childish way when the world is only as big as your backyard and childhood home (like Sora, Riku and Kairi the world is only their tiny play island - they know nothing else, never had to be apart, and they wonder what’s out there... and we all find out eventually in life what’s beyond that small initial world we had). that’s the part of the story that hits.

and then like i said, 2 she mentioned its about trauma and childhood trauma. i’m burning out of steam here but that streamer absolutely gets it. 358/2 Days is about 2 children who are raised by a cult (which is also a toxic workplace - oh no childhood home of safety they start out already in a workplace nightmare where their work is their entire life and they’re easily replacable if they aren’t “productive” and their entire existence depends on being valuable to the boss, they’re disposable, they’re told their feelings and wants don’t matter and YET they develop them anyway and DO find each other to love and make life bearable. they do make a family out of their friends, people they want to live for, live to see, love to have in their lives, people and connections that matter more than their job). 358/2 Days is about adults who once had lives they loved and valued, people they cared about (Axel and Saix being particular highlights of that), who were crushed by their jobs and the passage of time destroying their old lives and old safety, the whole world fell apart on them and they died and all that’s left of them are echoes of their old selves who grew apart, now adults and part of the very kind of system of adults destroying things that once upon a time destroyed their old world and old lives. Axel knows the reality that he’s a part of the destruction, and yet when he connects to Roxas and Xion he wants to badly for them to NOT lose their loved ones and precious lives they care about. To NOT be crushed by the very awful situation they’re in, to help them, to try and protect them but knowing in the way he knows because he’s been through it... that they can’t be saved, that time will pass and change things, and he thinks the evil he does is better than the worse alternatives he knows could happen. And they all break apart. And i think a lot of older people can see younger friends, younger loved ones, children they have, going through their own versions of these things. the naive idealism of childhood, of the safe world they’ve managed to have or carve out or temporarily found, and the looming awful reality that there are things out there that can and do destroy that ‘safety’. that nothing is guaranteed to be forever. you’ve got traumatized adults who already went through awful stuff, children being traumatized who can never find real safety and will eventually have even that ‘good thing’ thrown into danger they can’t stop. Riku, Sora, and Kairi went through their own version in kingdom hearts 1. Riku wanted to see other worlds, wanted to protect the friends he loved from all the looming dangers he figured ‘might’ be out there because he was older and growing up and realized before Sora and Kairi that their safe haven might not always be safe forever. He leaped without looking, and got into danger over his head and instead of learning about it so he could protect sora and kairi, he ended up damaged by it first and used by it as a tool to hurt his own loved ones. and so many of the kingdom hearts games explore this idea. Ventus, Terra, and Aqua also have a situation with 2 of them young adults trying to pass their exam that proves they’ve ‘graduated’ to adulthood, aware of the real potential danger and impermanence of the world in a way Ventus the younger kid whos still a teen is not. And Aqua and Terra go out trying to protect those they love (and the whole world from being hurt by the same things), and instead get used, instead even when they try their best it’s not always enough. Though it is enough to one day find each other again, to help some people on different worlds even if it’s not going to be their own loved ones for a long while, and so it was worth the effort. Their only options were to stay on their isolated world and be attacked one day by the reality of time passing, or go out, and no one will ever be ready for it. No one’s ever ready to grow up, no one can stop it and we’re all forced to go through that journey someday. And Ventus - he already comes to the world damaged, traumatized, already forced through pain despite his young age, already forced to have been used. In kingdom hearts, they just do not sugarcoat this. Ventus (in BBS) didn’t have any safe childhood or loved ones to cling to originally, he was alone and suffered and sometimes children do, sometimes any person does. He eventually does find a respite - a sanctuary with Terra and Aqua living with them, that he treasures and has made into his home. Axel makes that as an adult, Ventus makes that as a teen, Sora and Riku had that with each other since children. (I could probably argue somewhere in there that Eraqus and Xehanort once were each other’s home, sanctuary, and their growing up also meant that was lost and longed for one day again some how which is maybe why KH3′s ending made me cry despite me thinking i didn’t care about those two characters lol). My point is plenty of the characters are traumatized before and as the stories kick off, or through the stories, and i very much feel people who consider it a major theme of kh.

#kh #kingdom hearts #meta

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