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hyunjinniesgirl · 1 year

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☆.｡.:*skz on valentine's day.｡.:*☆

in honor of my favorite day of the year, here are some skz vday headcannons!! this won't be edited right away so please forgive me for my mistakes!! i hope you enjoy!! chuuu ٩(๑> ₃ <)۶♥

wc: roughly 200 words per member

channie's and binnie's are slightly suggestive so mdni 18+ only please (i'm sorry they've jus been doing sumn to my brain lately)

buys you flowers and takes you to dinner:

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ bang chan

MANS IS SOOOO TRADITIONAL!!!!!!! i am a firm believer that chan would come home to pick you up for dinner with a biiiigggg bouquet of your favorite flowers and dinner. instead of going to an expensive restaurant that you both wouldn’t get full off of, you decide to hit up various street food carts. even though the streets are packed, chan keeps a hand around your waist, pulling your body towards him as he steers you in the direction of your favorite vendors. he most definitely feeds you your fish cake skewer when your hands are too cold to part from the cup of soup keeping your hands warm. after eating until your hearts and tummies are satisfied, you make your way back home to cuddle and watch a romantic movie. mans has wandering hands though and is constantly grabbing and patting your ass under the covers. the first time he does it, he definitely acts innocent when you side eye him. he wears a little content smile as his eyes stayed glued to the TV in front of you, but it isn’t until you feel his finger run up your slit through your shorts that the movie becomes nothing but background noise to your evening activities hehe…

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ changbin

mans leaves you a sexy little set on your bed to wear under your dress for dinner and is soooo shameless the entire time. the whole time you two are at dinner he’s lookin at you like you’re the fucking meal. it’s to the point where once the main course is over and the waiter comes around asking if you want a dessert menu, you jus look straight at him with an eyebrow raised. he accepts the menu because duh cake (and if he plays his cards right he’ll get his cake twice lmfaoooooo ok lemme stfu). anyway, binnie gets lava cake because I feel like he would love it :D!! the warm center mixed with the vanilla ice cream in the side would legit make him forget his entire goal of the night was to make you feel loved and special (and get laid). he would be doing his lil happy dance bc the cake is sooo good. his flirty side comes back when you have a little ice cream on your lip and he leans over the table to swipe it away gently with his thumb. safe to say, the move is enough for you to call the waiter over for the check.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ i.n

innie jus wants to hold ur hand and walk around :’) the two of you spend the day like any other date day, walking in and out of coffee shops and various photo booth places until you have a fat stack for four cut photos (he sends a pic of them to his mom to be like “look how cute we are!!” hehe and she adores them). you stop by a train station when you see a busker playing ballads on his guitar. the busker sees you two swaying together and innie singing along to his music so he dedicates a song to you and wishes you eternal love. jeongin squeezes your hand as the busker sings, mouthing “i love you” to you when he sees your eyes begin to water. after placing some cash in the busker’s can, you continue on with your walk. I’ve mentioned it twice already but I just wanna emphasize that I think innie truly is just a hand holder. he likes to feel your fingers intertwined with his and even swing your arms together as you walk and chat. pretty basic but the jeongin in my head’s love language is just quality time, and getting to hold your hand is a bonus for him.

wants to stay at home to avoid crowds:

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ seungmin

this guy is a fucking wild card. to be honest, i dont think he would plan anything too crazy but he would definitely make you a valentine’s day basket and actually ask you to be his valentine. he would get you a little pink basket and put some candies and flowers with a little puppy stuffy holding a balloon that says “will you be my valentine?” mr dandy boy seungmin would just look so cute in his sweats, shyly scratching the back of his neck offering you the basket he put together ahhhh. if he was feeling sly, he would ask you to close your eyes while he takes it out of his closet and you grab that shit straight out of his hands before he even tells you to open your eyes. you pounce on him and smother him with kisses because he is just soooo boy crush. epitome of chill night in, you heat up some ramen and watch TV at the coffee table together, bumping knees and laughing so hard you’re snorting out noodles :’)

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ han

han gets food delivered and transfers them to the bowls and plates you have at home so you still feel special. you definitely knew he was gonna do that because he called you before he put in the order to ask what you wanted. to compensate, he wrote you a song :’). maybe it isn’t complete and he only has the recording of his voice with a soft backtrack but it’s yours and that’s all that matters. he shows it to you after you’ve cleaned everything up and were looking a little disappointed that he didn’t get you a present. he was fr shitting himself and putting off showing you but even though you were trying to hide your disappointment, he still saw right through you and knew that if he didn’t follow through you would go to bed a little sad. “i got you something.” “you really didn’t have-“ “i wrote you a song.” you look up at him like O.O and he starts screaming because now that he’s said it he can’t take it back. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH okay if it’s bad don’t tell me okay?” of course, it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard and you give him a million kisses as a thank you. “can i get a song for my birthday too?”

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ felix

felix makes a candle lit dinner for two and makes sure NO ONE ELSE is gonna be at the dorm until after dessert. the dinner was simple, just enough to get full, but the dessert was really where felix put all of the effort. he prepares an assortment of sweets, brownies, cookies, chocolate covered strawberries, all to be enjoyed under a little pillow fort he assembled with string lights hanging inside. you chat softly as felix’s soft romance playlist (that he curated specifically for this date) plays in the background. when it comes down to the last strawberry he feeds it to you before you can argue because he will always put you before himself. felix would be lying if he didn’t say the look you gave him while biting into the strawberry made his stomach absolutely flip. “you’re so gorgeous,” he would say out loud, causing you to blush and turn away from him. he grabs your chin as you turn away, forcing you look straight as him as he rests his forehead against yours and tells you he loves you a hundred times because he’s afraid you’ll forget (screaming). romantic night w bokkie becomes a valentine’s day tradition <3.

bonus: you end up falling asleep cuddling in the pillow fort and when you wake up seungmin is spooning lix. (he couldn’t resist, it looked too comfy)

vday getaway:

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ hyunjin

our romantic boy would love valentines day with you so much! similar to my skz as bfs headcannon, i’m a firm believer that he’d “plan” a two day trip with you. I say “plan” loosely because he’s mentioned that he isn’t much of a planner and prefers to figure things out as you go. he’d take you to a little beach town and when you open the door to your hotel room, you realize he’s booked a sweethearts package, rose petals in the shape of a heart on your bed and a bucket of champagne waiting for you when you entered the room. at the end of the day, after all of the art museums and photobooths and sea side walks, you take a bath together, making sure to use the rose scented bath bombs the two of you had picked out in one of the shops you popped into. you’d hum against him, your back against his chest as his fingers drew shapes on your stomach. you speak softly together under the dim lights of the bathroom, occasionally stealing kisses that turn deeper the longer you stay submerged in the rose tinted water. hyunjin reminds you of how much he loves you while he nips at the spot where your neck and shoulder meet, squeezing you tight so that he knows you’re real and won’t vanish into thin air the next moment. when the bath begins to run cold, hyunjin dries himself off first before wrapping you up in a big fluffy towel and guides you to bed for the night <3.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ lee know

lee know and his love for camping has got me thinking that he’d want to go camping for valentine’s day. domesticity at its finest. minho wakes up before you to start cooking your breakfast so you’re fueled for the active day you’re going to have ahead of you. his original plan for the day was to go for a hike but there were so many couples on the trail he wanted to go on that the two of you end up eating away in your tent. minho definitely had the amazing idea to do chocolate and cheese fondue, thinking it would be romantic…but it definitely ends in the two of you laughing at one another whenever someone burns their tongue on the scolding hot liquid. “i told you to blow on it first!” once you feel like all of the trails have settled down, the two of you dip your feet in a nearby creek for a little bit, sitting side by side with your head resting on his shoulder as you watch the sunset <3.

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thank you for reading!! please reblog, leave an ask, or shoot me a message if you enjoyed :') all my luv always <3

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iwanthermidnightz · 4 months

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This was a very good article! I loved hearing Kristen’s (and Jodie Fosters) perspective as a queer trailblazer. Inserting some snippets below 🤍

To get to this point, Stewart’s weathered more than a decade of unrelenting media scrutiny, first about her straight relationships, then about her gay ones, as she figured out her own identity. She leveraged her global stardom from the “Twilight” franchise not to become a superhero or a lifestyle guru, but to fuel an astonishing run of acclaimed independent films, including “Clouds of Sils Maria,” “Still Alice,” “Certain Women,” “Personal Shopper” and the Princess Diana drama “Spencer,” for which she earned an Oscar nomination.

“Whenever I hear that she’s doing something new, I’m so curious to see what it is, because it’s going to be a movie that hasn’t been made before,” says Clea DuVall, who directed Stewart in one of her only Hollywood films during this period, Hulu’s 2020 release “Happiest Season,” the first lesbian Christmas rom-com backed by a major studio. “She really is so herself. And I think that’s why so many people respond to her the way they do — because she is so authentic.”

By the time Stewart stepped on the stage of “Saturday Night Live” in February 2017, she’d spent the previous two years trying to convince the press that it was OK to write about her relationships with women, rather than resort to the vexing practice of referring to her girlfriend as her “gal pal.”

“It wasn’t even like I was hiding,” she says. “I was so openly out with my girlfriend for years at that point. I’m like, ‘I’m a pretty knowable person.’”

But even with that posture, the media’s “gal pal” dog whistle triggered a deeper, more painful history of intrusive curiosity about Stewart’s sexual identity. “For so long, I was like, ‘Why are you trying to skewer me? Why are you trying to ruin my life? I’m a kid, and I don’t really know myself well enough yet,’” she says. “The idea of people going, ‘I knew that you were a little queer kid forever.’ I’m like, ‘Oh, yeah? Well, you should honestly have seen me fuck my first boyfriend.’”

It’s worth dwelling on this point: For almost the entire history of Hollywood, queer actors dreaded the public discovering who they really were, and that fear kept the closet door firmly closed. “Because I was gay, I really retreated,” says DuVall, who came out publicly in 2016. “Even doing a teeny tiny movie like [the ’90s lesbian cult favorite] ‘But I’m a Cheerleader,’ people immediately were like, ‘She’s gay, how can we out her?’ I wanted to stay small.”

Stewart, though, went big, with a monologue on “SNL” about how President Donald Trump, in 2012, obsessively tweeted about her relationship with Pattinson. “Donald, if you didn’t like me then, you’re really probably not going to like me now, because I’m hosting ‘SNL’ — and I’m, like, so gay, dude,” she said to wild cheers from the audience.

“It was cool to frame it in a funny context because it could say everything without having to sit down and do an interview,” Stewart says before running through the kind of questions queer actors have had to consider before coming out publicly: “‘So what platform is that going to be on? And who’s going to make money on that? And who’s going to be the person that broke it?’ I broke it, alone.”

A few days later, I mention Stewart’s “SNL” monologue to Foster over the phone, and she lets out a big laugh. “I never knew that,” she says. “What a wonderful, funny, wry, modern way to be honest to the world. That’s just awesome.”

As Stewart talks about her “SNL” experience, I think about how no stars of her age and stature ever came out when I was growing up as a gay kid in the 1980s and ’90s. So to have her professional trajectory not skip a beat feels like real progress.

When I tell her as much, she takes the conversation in an unexpected direction. “Because I’m an actor, I want people to like me, and I want certain parts,” she says. “I have lots of different experiences that shape who I am that are very, very far from binary. But I did get good at the heteronormative quality. I play that role well. It comes from a somewhat real place — it’s not fake. But it’s fucked up that if I was gayer, it wouldn’t be the case.”

I try to clarify what she means: “So your career maybe would have suffered after coming out had you not affected a performative femininity …”

“… that I know works to my advantage,” she admits, nodding. “That’s why I’m fucking stoked about ‘Love Lies Bleeding.’”

Stewart didn’t let that scandal, as intense as it was in the moment, stifle her. Instead, she grew to fully embrace her queerness in her public life — like bringing her girlfriend, screenwriter Dylan Meyer, to the Oscars in 2022. “It’s not that I wasn’t scared,” Stewart says. “It was just that there was no other way to live.”

She’s even started to recognize that the most ostensibly heterosexual thing she’s done, “Twilight,” has its own queer sparkle. “I can only see it now,” she says. “I don’t think it necessarily started off that way, but I also think that the fact that I was there at all, it was percolating. It’s such a gay movie. I mean, Jesus Christ, Taylor [Lautner] and Rob and me, and it’s so hidden and not OK. I mean, a Mormon woman wrote this book. It’s all about oppression, about wanting what’s going to destroy you. That’s a very Gothic, gay inclination that I love.”

I ask Stewart if she understands how much her decision to come out has also made her a role model for LGBTQ people. She cackles. “Oh, you have no idea,” she says. “Every single woman that I’ve ever met in my whole life who ever kissed a girl in college is like, ‘Yeah, I mean, me too.’ I’m constantly joking with my girlfriend. I’ll be sitting there and be like” — she whispers — “‘She’s gay too. Everyone’s gay.’”

It can be easy to forget just how rare this still is, a giant movie star living such an openly queer life. “It feels like a generational thing, where I’m watching somebody make the leaps that I didn’t think I could ever do,” Foster says.

After fiercely guarding her privacy for decades, Foster came out publicly at the 2013 Golden Globes, and has just now played her first explicitly gay character in the 2023 biopic “Nyad.” Talking about Stewart has put Foster in a reflective mood. As our call is coming to an end, she offers this unprompted insight: “I get a lot of questions about who I was and what I represented in the industry, and was I — I don’t know …” She exhales. “Was I helpful in terms of representation? I’m sure there’s a 12- or 13- or 14-year-old when I was making movies as a young person who said that I had something to offer to them in their life as a queer person. I had to do it my way. I had pioneers to help the way, who I’m grateful for. And now people can be grateful for Kristen for being the pioneer. I’m just — I’m grateful to her.”

This sense of communion with the wider LGBTQ tribe is why Stewart has dedicated herself to embracing the fullness of who she is as a bro-y, butch-y queer woman in her work as an actor and, come hell or high water, a director.

“I was like, ‘I would like to be on that team because we need each other,’” Stewart says. “I didn’t want to be left out anymore. It was this whole world that I didn’t realize I could explore.”

#loved this!#the queer experience™️

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weministertomonsters · 6 months

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Movie Night

This has to be the worst movie I've ever watched. The theatre is less than half full, and with our seats way back, we're alone on all sides. I lick popcorn salt from my fingers and eye my date.

I doubt he can tell the difference between a good movie and a bad movie. His draconian eyes stare at the big screen and now and then, his tongue flicks out to taste the air subconsciously. I hide my smile behind my hand. He's trying so hard to act human. He's sitting with his back straight but relaxed, legs parted slightly. His claws tap lightly against the arms of the chair, yet another thing I don't think he realizes he's doing.

I glance at the screen, hardly interested. I chose this movie for a reason, and it would be a shame if I didn't put my plan into action. First, I take his hand and idly play with it. He's huge, and his hands match the rest of him, almost twice the size of mine. His claws could skewer me like a kebab. I trace the curve of them, smiling a little when I discover he's filed the tips in an attempt to blunt them. There's very little that can wear down dragon claws.

When my fingers skim over the softer skin of his palms, his hand instinctively curls, holding mine. He glances down at me curiously but makes an effort to continue watching the movie. I keep peeking up at his face to judge his reaction as I drag my hand up his arm, savoring the way his muscles tense and release under his skin. His body is always moving, twitching. Primal instincts that can be hidden but never stopped. I like that he can't help that.

When my fingers tease the edge of his shirt, he finally focuses on me.

"What are you doing?" He rumbles.

"I'm bored," I tell him. "Is this okay?"

He huffs, a kind of ambiguous answer. I press on, flattening my palm against his stomach. He has a soft paunch I have been fighting to get to touch. The contrast between his muscular arms and soft stomach is glorious.

"Hey," he rasps but makes no move to stop me.

"You're always so warm like you're burning on the inside."

"Comes with the age," he says. "The older a dragon, the warmer they are."

"So you can breathe fire?"

"It's actually illegal," he replies and I sigh.

"Maybe one day," I say.

My hand is so far up his shirt that I can't pretend it's just an innocent touch. I look up at him, hand pressed to his chest, feeling his heart thumping underneath. He stares back at me, unblinking.

"You want me?" He asks. "This isn't just a… Temporary fixation?"

"We met online, remember? I liked you before I knew you were draconian. This doesn't change things."

"You could pick any dragon. I'm old," he replies with a flare of his nostrils, and I stifle a laugh.

"You're practically immortal. You're not the one who has to worry about going grey and brittle," I grumble.

"Hmmm," he says, eyes darting down before settling back on my face sheepishly.

I glance down and smirk. I've forgotten how low my neckline is, and leaning towards him like this, he has a pretty good view. I pull my hand out from under his shirt, and touch his face gently, rubbing my thumb against the scaly protrusions that line his jaw. His eyes flicker shut as I lower my hand to his neck, exploring the delicate folds of his skin. When he speaks, I can feel it vibrate in his throat.

"I am trying to be a gentleman here."

"Maybe I don't want you to be," I murmur, and scoot onto his lap, facing him.

His eyes pop open. The chairs aren't made to be a comfortable fit for two, so my knees are forced to clamp around his hips. I have to lean back slightly to accommodate his face, which has a prominent forward-jutting jaw.

"This is a bad idea," he rumbles, hands gripping my waist gently.

"Come on, try something new," I tell him. "Unless you'd rather watch the movie?"

I begin to lift myself off his lap, but he drags me down forcefully.

"No!" He says a little too loudly and then repeats it more gently.

I stifle a giggle and loop my arms around his neck, rubbing against him.

"You're so big," I hum. "You could crush me without a second thought."

"I don't plan on it."

"What if I wanted you to?" I quip.

He groans in response. "You're bad for me, woman."

I glance over my shoulder to make sure we aren't giving anyone a free show. Most of the people here are older couples, and they are engrossed with the movie. In the dimness back here, it would be hard to see anything.

"This chair is a little small," I fuss, squirming down and slipping off his lap onto the floor between his knees.

"Oops," I say smugly.

His eyes narrow and his lips curl, baring his teeth.

"Dangerous game you're playing," he growls.

"May I?" I reach towards his zipper.

He nods and lifts his hips. I'm grinning broadly as I shimmy his pants down, forcing myself not to squeal in triumph as I finally reveal my prize. True to his kind, he has a slit. I've never seen one outside of monster porn before. My lips curl up into a fascinated grin as I watch it leak needily.

"This is all for me?" I coo as press my cheek against his knee and stare.

"It doesn't turn you off?" He asks gruffly. "I've had more than one person leave me wanting after they saw what they were dealing with.

"They were cowards," I tell him. "Do you know how long I've been dreaming of this?"

He doesn't respond, but his gaze is bright, pleasantly surprised.

"Can you tell me what to do?" I ask.

He scoots toward the edge of the seat so I have more space to lean in. His voice is dark and decadent as he walks me through it.

"Touch me. Carefully, it's very sensitive," he warns.

I obey, and skirt along the edge of his slit, coating my finger in his slick. He shudders and clears his throat.

"Now put it in."

His slit envelops my finger, warm and inviting and his responding grunt is barely civilized. I curl my finger and rub it over the slick walls. It's the perfect sheath for his cock.

"Where do I find your-" My voice cuts off when my finger bumps against something inside, and he has to hold his muzzle shut to keep himself from growling.

"That doesn't hurt, does it?" I ask, tapping against the bump.

He shakes his head once, his entire body responding to my fingers. I rub against the bump, fascinated. If I had to guess, I'd say that's the head of his cock, tucked far back inside its protective sheath. I pull my finger out and drag another through his slick, coating it.

"Can I trust that you'll be quiet?" I ask him.

"Y-yes." His words rush out impatiently.

He watches intently as I sink two fingers into him this time. He hisses lowly.

"No one has ever tried- Fuck!"

"Shhh," I grin, pumping my fingers into him. "You promised to be quiet."

"Sorry," he gasps, squirming.

He digs his claws into the armrests and I hear them pop through the fake leather. Every part of him is sensitive, from the outer rim of his slit to the inner walls. My cunt throbs needily, and I'm already envisioning us tumbling onto the bed in my apartment.

I pull my hand away and lean up to his face. His pupils are wide and he looks dazed.

"Hey," I pat his cheek with my other hand. "Is this safe to taste?"

His bleary eyes flick to my glistening fingers.

"Yes. I'd have told you before if it wasn't."

I pop my fingers brazenly into my mouth and he watches, a lazy grin spreading on his face.

"You dirty little-"

He doesn't get to finish what he's saying as I plunge my fingers back into him, adding a third. He hicks and squirms.

"Too much?" I hum. "You can't handle it?"

"No," he rumbles, and somewhere in the deepness of his voice, there is a higher-pitched whine.

The movie continues with the squealing metal of a car crash or some other similar disaster. I take advantage of all of the noise to press into him, looking for an angle that would enhance his needy sounds.

"Ah! You're going to make me cum," he hisses.

"From this alone?" I tease. "I don't even have your cock in my hands. I'm barely touching it."

His head tips back and his body arches and if I'm not mistaken, he's rocking against my fingers. I use my free hand to touch myself, moaning quietly. If I had the space, I'd press my mouth to his slit and see what that would make him do, but I have to settle for this. I press the pad of my index finger hard against my clit, practically seeing stars. We're both so close…

With one last nudge, I push us both off the edge. My orgasm is so intense I barely notice him pawing around in my purse seconds before he cums. I sigh as my body comes down from its high and into a daze.

"What's that for?" I nod at the tissue he's pressed to his slit.

"I didn't want to make a mess on the seat," he replies, and I clamp my hand to my mouth to stifle my laugh.

"What's so funny?" He grumbles, gingerly wiping himself clean.

"Nothing. I'm proud of myself, that's all."

He scrunches up the tissue and stuffs it into his pocket, wiggling his pants back on. The movie is almost about to end, but neither of us cares.

"Want to come back to my place?" I ask.

He presses his muzzle to my hair with a flickering tongue kiss.

"Yes."

#exophilia #monster lover #monster fucker #terato #monster #monster boyfriend #dragon

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im-getting-help · 4 months

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You guys remember IT 2019? I just finished watching an alternative ending or directors cut idk, BUT LET ME TELL YOU 💀

First, english is my second language...

So, everything is exactly the same until the last like 30min? They're fighting Pennydumb, and you remember the scene where Richie is caught by the deadlights and Eddie spears Penny and saves Rich but he has to kiss him to wake him up like Ben with Bev in the first movie? Well, in this version Eddie spears Penny and falls with Richie but instead of kissing him he just shakes him a little? And Richie wakes up 😂 but then out of nowhere Pennydumb SKEWERS EDDIE WITH ONE OF THE ARACHNID/CRAB CLAWS RIGHT THROUGH THE CHEST??? Me and Bev literally screamed at the same time. So Eddie is bleeding all over Richie, blood comes out of his mouth as he says his name... and Richie is literally like 🧍🏻‍♂️ and then Pennydumb lifts Eddie with the claw and I'm watching in 4KHD how Eddie flies tf out while everyone is screaming his name. I SWEAR TO GOD I'M NOT KIDDING. At this point I'm laughing and crying at the same time, cause like, wtf is happening?? So the Losers run to wherever Eddie was thrown and THIS MF IS SOMEHOW STILL ALIVE? Then, like in the original ending Eddie tells the Losers how to kill Pennydumb, but is like super depressing, Eddie is coughing blood, so all but Richie and obviously Eds go bully the alien spider. Eddie is dying, and he says "Richie, I gotta to tell you something" and I'm thinking, alright, a little bit too angsty but ok. BUT THEN, HE DOESN'T CONFESS? HE LOOKS RICHIE IN THE EYES AND SAYS "💫I fucked your mother💫" AGAIN, I'M NOT KIDDING. And so Richie is like "heh 🙂🥲" Eventually Richie leaves so they can finish IT, lmao. They kill Pennydumb the same, they say "clown" a bunch and he perish. Then they go back to Eds who is obviously fucking dead at this point, and I'm still laughing a little cause I know that now is when Maturin appears and the Losers ask her to bring back Stan and now Eddie too i guess... WELL In this version Maturin doesn't exist apparently???????? So Eddie dies and Richie is crying over his dead body anD THEN BILL AND BEVERLY TELL HIM THAT THEY HAVE TO GO AND LEAVE HIS BODY DOWN THERE???? AND I'M 😶 SPEECHLESS.

They drag Richie out of Neibolt 😶 he's is screaming and crying and I'm screaming and crying with him. They get out and the house collapses. And the whole scene is fucking tragic, like, I'm sobbing, Richie is still screaming Eddie's name, Mike and Ben are holding him back and Bill and Bev are literally like 👀 Suddenly they're on the quarry, same scene minus Eddie and Stan. BUT IT'S SO SOMBER. They jump and they're washing themselves in silence, and Richie is CLEANING EDDIE'S BLOOD OUT OF HIS GLASSES. And Eddie is not there to be yapping about infections so Ben is like "Eddie would hate this" and they start talking about what Eddie would say if he was there, and I'm thinking 'why tf would you kill him but not write a better scene?' but I'm promptly shut up cause Richie starts crying again and everyone goes hug him, and now I'm really sobbing. But then, then they do something I can only describe as the worst possible thing you can do in front of your mourning gay friend. Richie loses his glasses like in the original but Stan is not there to give them back so the rest of the Losers start looking, and then, and I swear to god I'm not lying, Ben and Bev find the glasses but instead of giving them back they start kissing eachother. RICHIE IS BLIND AND CRYING WHILE THESE TWO KISS UNDERWATER. And I'm like NOw?????? Don't get me wrong, I love the kiss in the original, but this version is so sad and that kiss feels so out of place. After that, there's the scene in the street with them as kids, Richie and Eddie bickering and all that, and I'm ready to go wash my face BUT they added an extra scene. So in this scene Mike calls Bill whose already out of Derry, and Bill asks why they're not forgetting this time, and Mike says "Maybe cause IT is dead... or maybe because we have more we want to remember than we want to forget". AND I'M LIKE WDM?? ALL OF THIS IS FUCKING TRAUMATIC. And then Mike asks Bill if he got the letter, and apparently Stan left a fucking suicide note 💀 and it's SO FUCKING SAD YOU GUYS. They show adult Stan writing the note but you can hear young Stan reading it, and they show the Losers as adults after Derry 2.0, and everyone is happy except Richie?? Like, Bev and Ben are on a fucking boat with a dog but Richie is on the bridge going over the R+E carving while crying. And it ends with Mike smiling driving out of Derry. Is literally the worst ending ever. Like, I don't hate it just because is so depressing is kinda funny, also you guys know It 2019 is goofy af. Anyways, if anyone else saw this please message me so we can make a support group or something idk.

#it 2019 #it chapter 2 #the losers club #it 1990 #it 2017 #reddie #eddie kaspbrak #stanley uris

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ryuichirou · 25 days

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Alright, let’s talk about Kalim (related to the latest comic), new official stuff, Idia being annoying and Lilia being possessive over Silver! And some other stuff, I think…

Anonymous asked:

So you seen the latest chapter of 7 ENG. If you do, any particular thoughts on two certain individuals with helmets.

We haven't watched ch7 at all yet, Anon. There are certain spoilers that are unavoidable, but since we didn't watch the story itself, we can't really say anything. We also don’t follow ENG updates, more on that in a reply below.

hipsterteller asked:

the only dorm leader who didn't overblot and same time the only sunshine

Yep, that’s our Kalim! He’s just here to have a good time :)

Anonymous asked:

Kalim, the only housewarden not to overblot.

Jamil, the only vice housewarden to overblot.

Aren’t they just perfect for each other? 🥰

Anonymous asked:

Good thing Jamil is not part of it...actually, I think he already did before the meeting.

I guess it depends on whether Kalim has asked him about how he is doing or not this day 🤔 Check on your friend, Kalim!

Anonymous asked:

Kalim (walking to his room): Oh, wow! That housewarden meeting was wild! Six people overblotting all at the same time... What are the odds of that?? I sure am glad to be finally back to the peaceful familiarity of my dorm, where I can rest after such a stressful day!

Scarabia student: Housewarden, please! Come quick-

Kalim (still walking): We're not doing this today :)

LOL sorry, Kalim, you have no choice but to deal with this, Jamil is clearly not dealing with this well on his own. Oh wait. Kalim probably shouldn’t intervene, he’ll just make things worse lol

asteampvnk asked:

Love your newest drawing. Although, to be fair, with how much Kalim gaslights himself that everything’s fine I half expect him to overblot.

I don’t know, to be honest it’s still very difficult for me to picture Kalim overblotting over anything other than Jamil getting seriously hurt because of him, but maybe it’s Kalim’s gaslighting that’s so powerful that it completely skewers my perception of his overblot chances…

Anonymous asked: I don't know why, but I find Kalim's eyes so cute the way you draw in the latest comic.

Thank you so so much, Anon!! ❤️

Anonymous asked:

Ryuichi and Katsu, you guys probably only play the EN Version of Twist but i wanted to ask if you guys had heard of the new JPN Event 'Red Carpet in the Shaftlands'! Have you seen the new cards and outfits? Especially Vil and Azul look very handsome!

Hi Anon! We don’t play the EN version, or any version for that matter; we just watch the main story + events on youtube. We also prefer fan translations over the official ones :) This isn’t what you asked about, but I thought I’d mention that. So yeah, we did hear about the new event! Even though we don’t have time to watch events these days, we’ll probably and hopefully get to it eventually; so I have really high hopes for this one! I already said it the other day, but: show us Eric Venue god damn it >:(

As for the cards…

Anonymous asked:

HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW OUTFITS FOR ACE, JAMIL, AND AZUL!?!? I NEVER THOUGHT AZUL WOULD LOOK SO GOOD IN THAT COLOR SCHEME!

AZUL LOOKS LIKE A MEAN RICH AUNTIE, ACE LOOKS LIKE THAT ONE DOUCHE FROM A RICH FAMILY THAT ALWAYS ASKS FOR MONEY (AND HIS RICH AUNTIE DOESN’T GIVE HIM SHIT), JAMIL LOOKS LIKE THE MEANEST GIRL IN A HIGH SCHOOL MOVIE FROM 90-00S, AND IT LOOKS GREAT!!

Azul does look good, although I am a bit conflicted about his hairstyle: I can’t quite figure out whether I like it or am just okay with it; but even if it’s the latter, I’m always excited to see new hairstyles. And this shape of glasses looks so stupidly good on him! He is indeed very handsome, this style of clothing suits him a lot.

Vil is gorgeous, I can’t even yell about him anymore. The richest mom in Hollywood.

Ace looks very good; Jamil does unimaginable things to my psyche, I can’t quite put it into words. I think the colour scheme of the new outfits suits him the most, but I might just be biased.

Anonymous asked:

Ryu they released the choreography of absolutely beautiful, did you see???? Im soso normal about it LOOK AT MY WIFE SPITTING BARS AND LOOKING ALL CUTE I watched it so many times already i was pacing around my room for an hour

I honestly can’t believe they did, this is so nice of them?? Now people can actually perform the dance themselves, this is so cool.

Jamil’s rap is one of my favourite parts of the song (original, I know), so it’s great to actually see him shine. But also? Also?

Epel short.

Anonymous asked:

I’m so sorry but in reference to the ask about Idia getting into a verbal sparring match with someone: imagine they’re both getting ruder and nastier and then, they somehow end up in bed together????

YES this is basically how we write Sebek/Idia LOL But also Azul/Idia to be honest, these two argue and get annoyed with each other a lot…

This is one of our favourite tropes in general, and with Idia it suits him to perfectly lol He always ends up verbally sparring with someone and getting someone heated over the argument, it’s like he’s begging for it (absolutely unintentionally though).

Anonymous asked:

Your art is really wonderful! (I love how you draw Lilia.) Sililia is a bit of guilty pleasure for me as well. I think you mentioned in a previous post about yanderes that Lilia’s trying not to get attached to anyone at this point in his life. So, if someone else were to hit on Silver or tried to woo him, would he reluctantly accept it? Or would he instantly act possessive once he sees someone moving in on his?

Thank you so much, Anon!! I am very happy you like our Lilia and that you enjoy his relationship with Silver <3

I think I talked about it in one of our previous LiliSil posts, but I’ll reiterate: in theory, Lilia would absolutely encourage Silver to spend time with someone else, even if this is just a little high school fling and not something serious. He does want Silver to socialise more and to have a lot of people around him, because unfortunately Lilia won’t be around forever, and he isn’t cruel to the point of wanting Silver to be loyal to him even after his death. That would just ruin the young one’s life forever, wouldn’t that be a waste?

But in actuality, I think Lilia would still get somewhat jealous and possessive if Silver found someone for himself. Lilia might try to rationalise it by thinking that he just doesn’t want any rascal to hurt Silver’s feelings, he might even enjoy acting like a strict dad for a short while, but he’ll very soon realise that he is just being super jealous and doesn’t want to share Silver with anyone lol It might be easier for him is Silver starts dating Sebek, at least Sebek knows his place… in Lilia’s eyes, at least.

Anonymous asked:

*looks at violet art*

*looks at Idia art*

Now we need a universe where those two meet each other because I swear some alternate universe thing is happening here.

I absolutely should’ve replied to this one as soon as we got it, sorry for fucking up the chronology of this whole thing, for some reason I just couldn’t shut up about Idia and Violet LOL

Ah, these two. Artsy goth Idia and Otaku tech-nerd Gregory.

Honestly, I wonder how these two would interact. The easiest thing would be to assume that they’ll just sit in their own corners doing their own thing because neither of them is particularly chatty. Also, at first it seems like despite their similarities, they are the opposites of each other, because of the whole arts vs tech thing… but in actuality, Idia is one of the most artistic people in NRC?? With good taste and outside-the-box creative thinking?? Considering how much he loves a good design and how even Vil praised the ceremonial gear he made for Ortho. As someone who likes anime and stuff, he is definitely a connoisseur of art lol

So yeah, it’d be funny to think about them getting weird vibes from each other from the start, maybe seeing some of their own “bad” qualities and being annoyed by them, getting weird uncanny-valley feeling, but ultimately ending up creating something together. I just want them to create something together…

Although…both of them are such individualists, they might have creative disagreements and do their own things separately from each other. God damn it boys you were supposed to have fun interactions!

#replies #lilisil

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greyghoulclub · 5 months

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There was a letter for Max on the table. It had been there for at least two months now. But she was too scared to open it, for may be written inside.

She stares at it from across the breakfast table while she was supposed to be eating breakfast before she got to school. With a shaking hand she picked it up and looked at the scratchy block handwriting on the envelope.

Maxine.

There was only one person apart from her mom who called her Maxine.

The letter was found in his room the day after he was skewered by the monster made of people. It was one of three. The other two addressed separately to his parents. She thought about the letters the gloomy day his coffin was lowered into the ground. It was in the middle of August but the sky had been overcast as if it was weeping for him too.

Her mom had sent the one addressed to his mother away the day after they were found. She saw her stepdad rip his up with some ugly words about his now deceased son. After that she hadn’t seen her step dad since. Fine by her, she didn’t like the guy anyways and he didn’t either.

Her mind was full of the memories of him, the good and the bad. The time where he had helped her beat a record on the arcade machines to win a giant stuffed bear for El, but then that was followed with a memory of him breaking her skateboard for sneaking out at night. She understands why he did it now, but she was still pissed about it. The walking paradox that was Billy Hargrove.

The letter itself read;

"Dear Maxine,

I want you to know I never really hated you, not one bit. I thought you were annoying sure, but who doesn't think their younger sibling is annoying? Tell Lucas I didn't hate him either, I was made to act that way. Neil wouldn't have taken too kindly to you hanging out with a black kid. He was the monster, not me.

He pit us against each other Max, especially so I wouldn't have had an ally against him. He used me to punish you since people would ask questions if you were walking about with a black eye. I hope he hasn't turned onto you since I'm going to die soon. You're a good kid Max, and you don't deserve anything he may or may not throw against you.

I'm going to sound insane right now, but there's more monsters in Hawkins other than Neil. Actual monsters that you'd see in a horror movie, dogs with no faces, ones that can walk on two legs. And one that's made out of people. That one made me take people to it against my will to help it get bigger. It brainwashed me Max, I can feel it in the back of my head as I'm writing this, it doesn't want me to tell you this. It tells me I need to not be as weak as the boy. I don't know who the boy is but you've got to keep him away from me. I already took Heather to the monster and her family, they got melted into the monster, it was the most horrible thing I've ever seen and it made me do it. I think I might be a bad person Max, but I don't want to be. I've never wanted to be a bad person but other people and things made me a bad person Max.

I don't know what I'm trying to tell you Max, I guess this might be the last time I speak to you as me. The monster is taking control more and more. Just remember that I love you, and while I might have not been the best brother to you, you were the best sister to me.

Love, Billy"

The letter had tear stains near the end, the ink starting to smear from either Billy's tears or Max's. Part of her was angry that it took Billy dying for him to tell her this, the other part felt a sort of relief to know that Billy really did love her. Tears were freely flowing as she read the letter again, pain in her chest growing for not realising earlier that Billy had been a victim of both the Mindflayer and Neil. She felt as if she had failed Billy even though she wouldn't have been able to do anything.

She clutched the letter close to her chest as she cried in the corner of Billy's room. "I'm sorry Billy, I'm so sorry,"

#stranger things #billy hargrove #max mayfield #billy and max #angst #st fic #billy antis dni #greyghoul fics #tw death #tw child abuse #post s3

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the-force-awakens · 1 month

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honestly the concept of not watching something because it MIGHT be critical of the jedi is batshit to me. wanna know why? because attack of the clones is. and no, I don't mean anything from anidala's extremely skewered perspectives, I'm talking about the scene between obi-wan, mace, and yoda when obi-wan concedes that anakin has become arrogant — Yoda responds with this:

Yes, yes. A flaw more and more common among Jedi. Hmm, too sure of themselves they are. Even the older, more experienced ones.

And we see this arrogance (of thinking they're better than others) illustrated QUITE PLAINLY several times throughout the phantom menace, by Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan both. They're both guilty of not treating Jar Jar well ("the ability to speak does not make one intelligent" is EXTREMELY harsh to say idfc and it's not a good example of that "unconditional love" that the Jedi are encouraged to have), and Obi-Wan stretches this out to include Anakin when Qui-Gon returns for Anakin ("why do I feel like we've picked up another pathetic life form?")

Now does this make either of them villains? Was the real phantom menace actually these two occasionally being dicks to "lesser" life forms? No! Of course not! It just means that they're characters, with individual flaws — severe ones, to be certain, Qui-Gon assumes he knows better than an entire institution who have had rules in place for several millena to avoid uh. everything that happens with Anakin, and even is willing to throw his current padawan aside to DO so. I love both of them dearly, obviously, Quiggs is one of my favorite Jedi, but ongod they are NOT perfect and nor should they be?

If you can handle the ot and the fact that pretty much the entire original gang can all be fucking assholes when they want to be (hey remember when han said something that was ACTUALLY sexist? or can the white flyboy get away with actual sexism when men of color can't get away with pretend sexism that isn't even in the movie?), I think you can handle the Jedi Order as an institution being overall good with real flaws, because that's what makes them interesting, and makes them relatable, and ultimately is what makes the betrayal and tragedy of Order 66 hurt so much MORE. They're not infallible, they're not perfect paradigms of goodness, they were just...people. flawed, realistic people with good hearts and who wanted to help others. and they were rewarded with this by being pushed into a corner, and then ultimately betrayed by those closest to them.

Star Wars would not have lasted as long as it has in the public conscience if all its characters were perfect. It would have faded into obscurity if it did, and the fact that the fandom is SO insistent on stripping every single character and organization of its nuance is fucking batshit insane to me. I'm leaving this post with a favorite quote of mine, y'know from that movie that you all hated because it said not everyone - especially your heroes - are perfect?

Heeded my words not, did you? Pass on what you have learned. Strength... mastery...But weakness... folly... failure, also. Yes, failure most of all. The greatest teacher, failure is.

#nym speaks #my meta #I'm gonna regret this but I don't care!!!!!!#EDIT and dont even THINK about being a dick about mace on this post

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karahalloway · 8 months

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Sex Bomb

Fandom: TRR

Paining: Leo Rys x Adelaide Amaranth

Series: None (this is a one-shot and can be read independently of the rest of my fics)

Word count: 4,000

Warnings: swearing, alcoholic tendencies, smut, outrage, crack ship (you have been warned)

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A/N1: This is my long-awaited (and very much demanded) follow-up to the part I wrote for One Night in Cordinia; however, you should be able to read the current fic as a standalone.

A/N2: Since I love killing two birds with one stone, this is also my submission for this year's Smutember event hosted by @choicesprompts. The prompts that this fits into is 'Caught in the act' and 'We shouldn't be doing this...'

A/N3: Certain parts of this fic were somewhat inspired by the scene between Finch and Stiffler's Mom from American Pie. The clip, for anyone who hasn't seen the movie, is below the cut.

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Sex Bomb

"Bloody hell..."

Leo dropped the edge of the heavy brocade curtain he was holding, letting it fall back into place behind the dais to conceal his presence once again.

The ballroom was heaving. And the evening had barely even kicked off. Lord knew how many more people were still battling the traffic to get a coveted front-row seat for the royal event of the century.

The Coronation.

...or, as Leo liked to call it, the Royal Nail in the Coffin.

Because in his mind, that's what it was. The final, inescapable blow that would seal his fate for good, and maroon him forever on the desolate island that was kingship... shackled in life-long matrimony to Madeleine Amaranth.

Leo shuddered at the thought. Especially when he recalled his fiancée's naked form getting skewered loudly by that Justin What's-His-Face PR pansy on the steps of Beaumont House mere days ago.

Not because of the fact that she'd had sex with someone else. Hell, he'd tapped more ass than he could count! So, he couldn't exactly begrudge his soon-to-be wife's promiscuity. Especially when she couldn't remember any of it...

No, it was the fact that here he was, on the eve of his engagement to his future Queen, and all he could think about was her mother.

That sexy vixen of a woman, Adelaide. The Duchess That Had Got Away.

Very literally.

Because in the chaos of the Shagging Smog-infused assassination-attempt-gone-wrong — aka the Beaumont Bash — Leo had lost his one chance to notch that coveted mark on his bedpost... especially considering that she would've actually been game for it, given the mind-altering effects of the aerosol-based dispersant.

Talk about fucking irony...

Leo heaved a breath.

Maybe it wasn't meant to be. Maybe there was a reason why—

"Quite the crowd out there, huh, son?"

Leo clenched his eyes shut. "Yes, Father."

Constantine clapped a hand onto his eldest son's shoulder. "It's going to be quite the night!"

"Yes, Father," Leo intoned, forcing himself to swallow down the bile that suddenly threatened to bubble up his gullet.

The King's fingers tightened on his jacket. "All eyes will be on you, lad. Do not cock this up."

Leo felt himself gag. "'Scuse me...!"

Slapping a hand over his mouth in an attempt to keep the scotch-laden contents of his stomach under wraps, he lurched past his father.

Stumbling across the ante-room, he barely made it to the nearest ficus plant before the 20-year old single malt regurgitated itself into the perfectly hydrated potting mix in front of him.

"Christ, you are a royal disgrace..." muttered Constantine as he marched past him. "If God would've had any sense, he would've made Liam my heir instead of you. But here I am, stuck with your worthless hide instead..."

The slam of the mahogany door reverberated around the room.

"The feeling's mutual, old man," muttered Leo, shooting a wad of spittle into the planter to cleanse his mouth.

Lifting his head, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

A drink. He needed a drink.

Mostly because he'd just thrown up the five fingers worth of Dutch courage he'd consumed less than an hour ago, and there was no way he was subjecting himself to the shitshow on the other side of that curtain even remotely sober.

And if Constantine had an epileptic fit...? Well, he deserved it.

The old tosser had given Leo enough hell during his 30-odd years on Earth, trying to mould him into something that the wayward prince wasn't, and never would be.

Making his way to the other side of the room, Leo located the hidden door that led to the service corridors and slipped inside.

A few twists and well-worn turns through the rabbit warren, and he emerged out into the smoking room, a plushly decorated space filled with heavy brocade curtains, velvet armchairs, a billiards table, and — most importantly — a well-stocked liquor cabinet.

Making a straight line towards the blessed promise of inebriation, he grabbed the nearest decanter of scotch, and pulled the heavy crystal stopper out.

He was about to pour himself a healthy serving when he heard the rustle of heavy taffeta behind him.

Glancing around, he nearly dropped the priceless Swarovski crystal on the floor.

"Pinching a cheeky tipple?" asked Adelaide Amaranth, surveying him over the rim of her own glass.

"Shit, Maddy's mum...!" Leo quickly composed himself. "Erm... Thought I'd get a head start on the party."

"Mmm..." purred the Duchess of Krona, perching herself on the edge of the billiards table. "Man after my own heart..."

Leo swallowed loudly as the skirt of her dress slid apart to reveal the length of her toned legs.

After the unmitigated disaster that had been the Bash, she'd appeared to him again, luscious and alone — like a siren rising from the dark depths of his previous failure — tempting him with a second chance...

...or goading him with the unattainability of his crusade.

Either way, Leo felt his guts tighten at her unexpected presence.

"So..." Her voice interrupted his thoughts. "Are you all set? To become King and all?" she asked, swirling the remnants of her drink around in the crystal tumbler.

"Furthest thing from," Leo admitted, sloshing himself a drink with shaky hands.

Whether it was nerves or anticipation, he wasn't sure. Either way, he was now doubly, triply in need of the hard stuff... in part because he could feel some other stuff becoming hard as well.

"Hence why you're looking for something to take the edge off," she mused, running her aqua-coloured gaze over him. "Smart thinking."

"Tell that to my father..." scoffed Leo, dropping the decanter back on the cabinet top, trying to maintain his cool in the face of her intoxicating closeness.

"Or my daughter," agreed Adelaide with a roll of her eyes. "If anyone needs a bevvy, it's her! Speaking of... have you see her? She's quite disappeared on me..."

"Nope. Can't say I have," admitted Leo, throwing the scotch back greedily.

Adelaide surveyed him for a long moment before shrugging. "Probably for the best, really. She can't stand me on the best of days. She's under some misguided impression that I'll say or do something that will embarrass her..."

"Welcome to my world," muttered Leo, reaching for the decanter again. "I am the living embodiment of my father's resentment. You know, he even told me tonight that I am — quote-unquote — a 'royal disgrace' and Liam should've been his heir instead."

"Hmm..." murmured Adelaide, sliding off the billiards table yo shimmy up to him. "I don't know about any of that... I think you'll look fantastic in a crown..."

Leo snorted. "That is hardly a qualification for kingship..."

"Isn't it?" pressed Adelaide, leaning her empty glass against her cheek as she cocked her head at him.

"I have it on rather good authority that there's a bit more to it than that..." murmured Leo ruefully, unable to stop his gaze from sliding down her neck to the bare skin of her cleavage that sat exposed between the lines of her dress.

"Don't listen to them," chided Adelaide, reaching up to run a finger through his thick, blonde hair. "A king needs only three things — a royal bloodline and an iconic profile. Everything else will be taken care of for you."

Leo felt an uncharacteristic shudder course through him as her fingertip brushed over the sensitive skin of his temple. "Apart from the actual ruling..."

"You'd be surprised..." she smiled. "I haven't set foot in Krona in months! The equerries take care of all the pesky details."

"Running a kingdom's a tad more involved than running a duchy..."

"Pfft!" she scoffed. "Duchy? Kingdom? What's the difference? You sign the odd piece of paper, and throw the occasional ball. That's it!"

"And lead Council meetings, host foreign dignitaries, review petitions, attend—"

"Leo, darling, you are terribly overthinking this!" chided Adelaide with a laugh, reaching for the decanter to pour herself another glass. "You think the kings and queens of old bored themselves with all the minutiae? No! They delegated, so they could have fun fighting battles and posing for portraits."

"Not sure fighting battles was exactly fun..."

"My Prince," she said, leaning in, as if imparting a secret. "All I'm saying is you have nothing to worry about. You could conquer nations with that jaw-line..."

Leo's heart stopped in it's tracks as he swore he felt the tip of her tongue flick over his skin.

"...your sense of duty is just a bonus."

"And... and the third thing?" he stammered.

"The Crown Jewels," she declared, pulling back to fix him with a knowing look.

Leo frowned. "You mean the Apple and th—"

"I mean these jewels," she corrected, grabbing the front of his trousers without warning.

Leo nearly jumped out of his skin as he felt her manicured nails close emphatically around his meat and two veg.

"Holy f—!"

"Mmm," purred Adelaide, tightening her hold on him. "Seems to be present and accounted for..."

Leo merely squeaked in response. He had no idea what was happening, or how he'd even gotten to having Adelaide's hands wrapped around his sex pistol in the first place, but he sure as bloody hell wasn't going to tell her to stop!

"...but one cannot be sure without a proper inspection."

Leo froze. "Inspection?"

Adelaide lifted her gaze to met his square on. "Darling, you are marrying my daughter. I cannot — in good conscience — let you bed her without ensuring that all the royal parts are in working order... and capable of producing grandchildren."

"Trust me..." wheezed Leo as he felt Adelaide's hands reach for his belt. "The lads have never let me down."

"Oh, yes," smiled Adelaide, undoing his buckle and letting the ornate belt drop the floor. "I am well aware of your many... conquests. But I also know the papers like to exaggerate. So, surely you cannot begrudge a mother for wanting to obtain independent confirmation."

"How 'bout a live demonstration?" blurted Leo, grasping at the edge of the drinks cabinet for support as Adelaide wrestled with the buttons of his trousers.

Hell, if this was happening, then he was gonna make damned sure that it was happening!

"Don't jump the gun, darling," Adelaide tutted, ripping the fronts of his pants open. "You need to pass muster first."

Leo gasped audibly as his sexcalibur sprang — finally, blessedly! — free of its confines.

"Not one for briefs, I see..." she observed, running her fingers critically over him.

"I threw them all out years ago," he panted in response to the feel of her silken touch on his heated gherkin.

"Another thing we have in common," she smirked, reaching for his hand to guide it over the back of her dress.

A desperate groan escaped him as his palm skated over the smooth, unencumbered expanse of her backside as she continued to fondle him. "So, what's the verdict?"

"A package worthy of a king," Adelaide assured him, rolling his plums together in her palm.

Leo felt his eyes tip back into his head at the overwhelming sensation...

...before it stopped just as quickly as it had started.

Creaking his eyes open, he saw Adelaide throw him a cheeky smirk over her shoulder as she glided sinuously towards the billiards table.

"Aren't you coming, darling?" she whispered back at him.

Leo nearly tripped over his own trousers in his haste to get to her. He was going to get the chance to live out his dirtiest, most depraved fantasy, after all! He was not wasting one more second!

"Lord, you have no idea how long I've waited for this..." he gasped, stumbling across the room towards her.

"Oh, I know very well," she assured him, leaning back to spread her arms out over the polished walnut. "I've seen you looking at me, Leo."

He faltered. "You have?"

"Of course, my darling," she assured him, cocking her leg seductively. "You were hardly subtle in your attentions. A woman notices these things..."

"You know this is highly improper..." he pointed out as he finally made it to her.

"Oh, sweet boy!" she laughed. "This would be the scandal of the century!"

"Then we better give them something to talk about," he grinned, grabbing her by her toned derrière to lift her onto the edge of the billiards table.

"Mmm... I can think of a few things..." she breathed, planting her hands on his shoulders to push him down towards her nether region.

"I'm sure you can, m'lady," he grinned, shifting his hands to the back of her knees to yank her towards him, the sudden momentum sending the top half of her body falling back onto the felt. "But allow me to put even your wildest dreams to shame."

"Bold words..." purred Adelaide with a coy smile as he lifted her legs up to anchor her Valentino Gavarani-clad feet on his shoulders, causing the skirt of her dress to cascade down towards her hips.

"I've yet to receive anything other than a stellar review," he winked at her, grabbing her waist to invert her almost fully as he lifted her sacred centre up to his face.

"That may be so, darling, but unlike some ladies, I have high standards..." murmured Adelaide, lifting her arms above her head in anticipation. "I don't dish out gold stars to just anybody..."

"I don't intend to disappoint," Leo assured her with a cocky smirk as he bent his head towards her.

"...why must I do everything myself!" seethed Madeleine, stomping down the otherwise empty corridor in her Valentino sling-backs.

She'd known Leo was an immature and unreliable cad who was more interested in finding the next skirt to lift than paying any semblance of attention to actual matters of state.

And while she would've definitely preferred a more dedicated and biddable prospect — such as his younger brother — to share the rigours of governance with, she ultimately wasn't marrying the Playboy Prince because she liked him.

In all honesty, the man could've had warts and halitosis and she still would've gone through with the union!

Because this was a political match, pure and simple. The House of Rys allying itself with the House of Amaranth, the richest and most influential noble family in Cordonia in order to keep Queen Kenna's line alive...

...with the added benefit of elevating Madeleine's own status to that of Queen. A role that she'd been training for since before she could even walk, given her father's unrelenting pursuit of power by any and all means — an endeavour that she very much shared, much to her mother's disgruntlement.

But she couldn't exactly get engaged if her intended was missing! Tonight, of all nights!

Who, in their right mind, disappears on their own coronation?!

Of course, she was well aware of Leo's infamous tendency to pull vanishing acts, but what the blasted hell was the man thinking? To leave an entire country in the lurch?

Certainly not on her watch!

She'd already dispatched Bastien and all available members of the King's Guard to search high and low for the errant prince. But the Palace and its grounds were massive, and given the sheer number of people that had descended on the Rys stronghold for tonight's event, trying to find anyone was an exercise akin to weeding a needle out of a haystack.

So, she'd been forced to join the search herself. Even though it was insulting beyond measure and much below her station.

But, desperate times called for desperate measures, and she'd rather sweat into her ballgown running up and down the corridors now, than stand like a hapless bimbo in front of all the dignitaries and news crews trying to explain why her future king and fiancé had skipped out on an entire nation on one of the most important nights of its recent history.

No. She most certainly did not need those headlines running in the morning... or ever.

Best that she focused her efforts on helping locate the wayward heir, and hope that he wasn't halfway out of the country already... because by God, she'd send the Cordonian Secret Service after him if she had to!

Arriving at the next set of doors on her mental task-list, she wasted no time in pushing the handle down...

"Leopold?" she called, stepping into the room.

...only to freeze in shock at the sight in front of her.

There he was — the next in line to the Cordinian throne — head thrown back, trousers around his ankles, thrusting like an animal into—

"MOTHER?!"

Adelaide raised her disheveled head from the billiards table at the sound of her daughter's distraught shriek. "Oh, sweet pea! There you are!"

Leo raised his hand in a wave. "Hi, Mads!"

Madeleine's rouged lips jerked soundlessly, trying to formulate some kind of response, but nothing was forthcoming.

Never — in all her life! — had she imagined that she'd ever witness such sordid... brazen... obscenity!

She was literally lost for words. Her! The person who has been giving televised interviews since the age of four!

"Darling," soothed Adelaide, propping herself up onto her elbows to reveal the tautness of her age-defying, silicone-enhanced breasts, "I know this looks frightfully ghastly, but I can assure that—"

"Shut up..." she finally managed to croak.

Adelaide frowned. "Darling, are you—?"

"I SAID, SHUT UP!" Madeleine screeched.

Both Leo and her mother's eyes widened in the face of the uncharacteristically deranged outburst... but they nevertheless managed to refrain from commenting.

"I don't know how this..." She gestured derisively in the couple's general direction. "...colossal cock-up happened. Nor do I care. But what I do know — and most certainly care about — is that the coronation ceremony is starting. And I will not let you, Leopold—"

Leo groaned at the sound of his full, Christian name. "Jesus, Mads! I told you I—"

"Do not interrupt me!" snapped Madeleine. Sucking in a breath to collect herself, she continued, "I will not let you fuck this up for me, or the kingdom. So, if you want to keep your royal bratwurst, then I suggest that you pull it out of my mother and get your fatuous arse to the ballroom before I have the Guard drag you there."

Leo glanced down at Adelaide. "You sure she wasn't adopted or—?"

"NOW!!!" thundered Madeleine.

"Okay, okay, sheesh!" huffed Leo, grabbing for his trousers, given that he was already very much deflated, his fiancée having managed to suck the literal joy out of his joystick with her mere appearance .

"And you, Mother..." hissed Madeleine, turning her attention to her disheveled parent. "You have undermined me for the last time."

Adelaide scoffed. "Darling, all I have ever done is—"

"Which is why my first act as Queen will be to banish you to Krona," finished Madeleine with a haughty air of finality.

Adelaide's eyes widened. "You wouldn't dare!"

Her daughter's demeanour was icy. "You're lucky I'm not banishing you to Siberia. But if you test me—"

"Siberia at least has decent vodka..." chimed in Leo, sauntering past her out the room.

Adelaide tipped her head contemplatively. “He's got a point, you know…”

"Argh!!" screamed Madeleine, slamming the door behind her with such vehemence that it rattled the bottles in the liquor cabinet.

Vile cretins! The whole bloody lot of them!

Grabbing her intended by the arm, she hauled him all the way back to the ball, ignoring the profanity-filled protests.

Stopping in front of the pair of footmen that were manning the ballroom doors, she snapped, "Inform the King that Prince Leopold is ready for his coronation."

"Actu— Ow!!"

She brutally silenced the forthcoming objection with a heel to Leo’s foot.

As the servants rushed away to do her bidding, she manhandled Leo back into the same ante-chamber that he'd disappeared from earlier.

"Mads, stop!" he pleaded as she pulled him across the Persian carpet like a stubborn mule. "Can you please just—?"

"No," she declared, shoved him through the velvet curtains and onto the gilded dais without ceremony. "You will do your duty, even if it kills you, you ungrateful oaf!"

The hubbub of the crowd instantly ceased as Leo stumbled to a stop.

"There you are!" snap Constantine into his ear. "You have some nerve—"

"Just get on with it..." sighed Leo, the weight of finality crashing down on him as he caught his brother's the eye from across the room. Liam always hated it when his brother and father argued, and Leo didn't want to subject him to a public spectacle.

Constantine looked like he wanted to say more, but quickly decided against it. Turning to the congregation, he spread his arms and launched into his pre-prepared speech.

"Good evening, one and all! It is a great honour to have so many of you come out tonight to show your support not only for—"

"Pay attention!"

Glancing down, Leo caught Madeleine's disproving glower from the foot of the dais.

He suppressed a groan.

How they were going to sire royal babies, he had no idea...

...probably with copious amounts of drugs and alcohol...and possibly even a paper bag.

Because he already knew that there was no way that he wouldn't be able to not think about Adelaide while doing it with her daughter.

As even now, in the midst of his own coronation, his mind kept drifting back to the passionate coitus they'd shared on that billiards table before it had gotten oh, so rudely interrupted.

The way she'd moved... The sounds she'd made... That thing with her tongue... It sent shivers down his spine all over again.

And suddenly he had a stark realisation.

He couldn't do it. He couldn't go through with the coronation.

Not if it meant never being able to see her again.

"...and, now..." his father was saying, holding upon the ancient Rys signet ring, "with the bestowal of this ring, I—"

"I abdicate!"

A collective gasp of disbelief rose from the room.

Glancing up, Leo found his father and step-mother staring at him with open mouths, all semblance of propriety forgotten in the face of the shocking announcement.

But he was not perturbed. He'd made his decision. "I, Leopold Maximilian Fernando Constantine Rys, hereby officially and irrevocably renounce my royal titles as Crown Prince of Cordonia and Duke of Applewood." Turning to Constantine, he added with an apologetic shrug, "Sorry, Dad. Just wasn't feeling it."

The heavy gold band clattered to the floor as the cameras exploded into a frenzy of flashing.

"What the devil are you doing?!" demanded Madeleine, appearing in front of him as he hopped off the stage. "Get back up there and—"

"Better luck next time, Mads!" he shouted over the growing dim as he quickly skirted around the edge of the ballroom.

Reaching the closest set of French doors, he threw them open and — with the practiced ease of a man who'd done this exact manoeuvre a hundred times before — vaulted over the edge of the balcony.

Landing on the gravel, he caught sight of the lone pair of headlights idling in front of the Palace steps, and the figure that was in the process of getting behind the wheel.

A knowing smile spread over his face.

Loping across the drive, he managed to intercept the Aston Martin Vantage convertible before it had a chance to drive off.

The driver raised a brow at him as he approached. "Aren't you supposed to be getting crowned?"

"Realised I had somewhere more important to be," he admitted, coming to a stop by the side of the car. "Room for one more?"

Adelaide's lips curved into a smile. "Always, darling."

"Excellent!" exclaimed Leo, hopping into the passenger seat.

She cast him a sidelong glance. "You know this is never going to work out..."

"And?" he grinned, kicking his feet up onto the dash.

Throwing her head back with a laugh, Adelaide pressed the pedal down, kicking the tail of the Aston as they left the ball to dust.

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Little Things I Dig About 'Puss In Boots: The Last Wish'

This will be an unorganized collection of thoughts, but... Here we go!

Do not read on if you have yet to see PUSS IN BOOTS: THE LAST WISH. Spoilers *ahoy*!

The opening title card alone. A friend pointed this out to me, the whole "This story... Is a Fairy Tale..." graphic. This is **such** a 180 from the other SHREK movies, especially the first SHREK, which opens with a Walt Disney-style book opening, laying down some exposition, and then Shrek himself ripping out a page, wiping his bum with it... That shows just what kind of attitude one movie has towards fairy tales, and what attitude the other one has. It's like this franchise has matured from its early class clown days.

The sword-fighting in the opening action scene is seemingly in sync with 'Fearless Hero', just great timing and animated choreography there.

"Never been touched!"

Puss' battle with the giant gives me major SHADOW OF THE COLOSSUS vibes. He makes that whole ordeal look like nothing, and this was *after* he took on a governor and his soldiers.

The very subtle midnight-to-dawn transition as the giant fight unfolds. For whatever reason, it makes the coffee bit even more clever to me.

The shot of Puss running down the rope holding the bell, in mid-air? A companion piece to "What's Up Danger?" from SPIDER-MAN: INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE. Also the shot of him 360-ing in the air before skewering the giant with his sword... That, too.

Death being visible in the background during the fight has already been pointed out ad naseum, but I want to point out something else... Something that was actually bugging me, until I thought of an explanation... Okay, so... The bell that crushes Puss. The wider end is hanging above Puss, yet when the bell falls? It fell sideways, despite hanging straight down. You know, the open end of the bell was facing downward. If it had detached from the rope and fell on Puss, he could've survived if the ringer didn't hit him... And that position of the bell is visible in the shots of the defeated giant... But since Death was there... Did Death magically make the bell fall that way? It's established that Death is fed up with Puss for not only mocking him, but also not valuing the other lives he lost. So maybe he magically made that bell fall in a way that it could crush Puss? Just to get it over with and not have to wait any longer for that cat to put himself in another potentially deadly situation? Thus leading him to his last life and Death's incentive to finish off Puss once and for all? Maybe?? Or am I nitpicking or looking too into this?

The continuity nods to not only the SHREK sequels, but also PUSS IN BOOTS Uno. The flashbacks Puss has when he encounters Death for the first time seem to imply that the events of PUSS IN BOOTS took place "after" SHREK 2, maybe even SHREK THE THIRD and SHREK FOREVER AFTER... Despite the implication that it was a prequel? I rewatched PUSS IN BOOTS a few weeks ago, and even that movie - sans the flashbacks/Humpty backstory - is rather vague on when it is set. Puss never mentions Shrek, Donkey, etc.... But weirdly, it could possibly take place after SHREK 2 at the very least?

Speaking of the first PUSS IN BOOTS... I'm now willing to know what the geography is of the SHREKverse. Where Shrek's swamp is, Far Far Away, San Ricardo from PUSS IN BOOTS, Del Mar from this movie's opening scene... Like where is everything in relation to one another? Are DreamWorks gonna make some sort of SHREK lexicon or map of the world that tells us more about this stuff?

A nice sense of pace when Puss stays at Mama Luna's place. We even get a passage of time there, which isn't so common in a lot of modern animated movies whose whole storylines seem to be over in 2-3 days.

Papa Bear singing a random ditty while interrogating Mama Luna with her own piano.

The town where Big Jack Horner's factory is: A very grimy and industrial-looking place for a SHREK series locale. It's fascinating even if we see very little of it. Seems like a crumby place to live.

Big Jack Horner's "Wanted" poster... The hell is THAT face?

Ya know, about the "Wanted" posters... I like that the film, despite leaning harder into fairy tales/fantasy than the first PUSS IN BOOTS, retains that Wild West/old-school adventure movie vibe from the first one with the Wanted posters and some of the score. "Fearless Hero" in particular. Like, this is still firmly in Puss' Wild West/Three Musketeers/Zorro/etc. roots.

Horner's quick snaps: "TAKE IT TO THE TROPHY ROOM!" "MAKE WITH THE BOX!" He's probably the most neurotypical character in this thing.

The Serpent Sisters are a lot of fun, especially the not-so-bright-one. Would've liked to have seen more of these two... Oh well, maybe in a prequel/spin-off short. They really reminded me of the twins from HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON. Hey, maybe DreamWorks could make a Goldilocks/3 Bears prequel where they had run-ins with these sisters.

One of Kitty Softpaw's attack moves is literally grabbing enemies by the insides out their mouths, like she's a dentist or something, and hurling them like they're frisbees. Humans twice her size, even! Her and Puss would've eviscerated Thanos.

Death's sudden appearances throughout the film... He's like the pterodactyl from JOUST, or Bendy from BENDY AND THE INK MACHINE. There is no beating him, and he'll just randomly appear... It's handled so effectively each time out.

Their take on the "cute eyes" scene. With the pushed art style and new approach to the animation, they really, REALLY push this gag for both Puss and Kitty, and even for Perrito when he finally masters the cute eyes.

Everything about the dark forest, really. In my Letterboxd review, I noted how this film was unique to the other SHREK films and the first PUSS IN BOOTS movie, in that it really just took on this very dreamy and airy feel. Something about it felt so ethereal in a way. Again, going back to the title card... It truly felt like a fantasy world, a fairy tale. This, to me, is evident in the scenes of Goldilocks being entranced by the Nostalgic Pines and Puss' confession to Kitty Softpaws when they're climbing a tall tree. Just all the shot compositions and color work and score, it's perfection. This is still a funny and farcical upside-down fairy tale world, but it's markedly different from the other SHREKs because of this.

Much has been written and said about the panic attack scene already, but what I particularly liked was how Puss runs through the woods for a bit, imagining the trees as Death looming. It is very reminiscent of the scene in SNOW WHITE AND THE SEVEN DWARFS when Snow White, upon learning her stepmother wants her dead, runs through the forest and imagines all of the trees as gnarly monsters. Much like the scene in SNOW WHITE, PUSS IN BOOTS 2 doesn't lighten it with comedy or a gag. It is played straight, and Perrito coming to the rescue is not dissimilar to how the forest critters came to comfort a crying, frightened Snow White. Again, a night-and-day difference from how the other SHREK movies covered fairy tales. (And especially how the SHREKs “satirized” Disney's takes on those stories.)

The little song that Goldi, Baby Bear, and Papa Bear break into when approaching the illusion of their old home, dancing in a circle. It's like a nice little moment that those characters have together, establishing their connection and their little family quirks and such. It only lasts like a few seconds, but it's such a charming little moment.

The library card in the book of fairy tales Goldi used to read.

Nice callback to the dance-off from the first PUSS IN BOOTS when escaping Goldi and the bears.

"Oi like the cut of 'is jib!"

Is that an ACE ATTORNEY reference in a SHREK movie?

Such ace economy and pacing in the climactic final battle, with every section carefully thought out and so much being paid off, all the little details. It's just right. Three tones handled down pat, with seamless transitioning between the three: Kinetic action for everyone fighting, intense/scary when Death shows up, and then thrilling and heroic when "Team Friendship" defeat Jack Horner.

I'm sure I'm forgetting a few details, which I'll put on here when they come to me, haha... But yeah, I loved PUSS IN BOOTS: THE LAST WISH.

#puss in boots #puss in boots the last wish #dreamworks #shrek #opinions #unorganized thoughts

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wicked-ghoul · 9 months

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this is not meant to be critical BTW I just wanted to get something off my chest...

i’ve been trying to think of how to word this cuz like...

I REALLY enjoyed A Glitch in Time! My love for Danny Phantom has not wavered at all and I was given a huge boost of serotonin seeing my bbys again in a new story and I like a lot of what the story did for those charactors...!

That said...

I don’t quite feel the same level of “OMFG MY SOUL IS CLEANSED” that I see a lot of fans having and I couldn't quite pinpoint WHY because the comic IS really good and I DID really enjoy it...

But...like...okay, so:

The stuff that I’ve always found most fascinating about Danny’s issues is 1) His relationship to his parents. 2) His relationship to Valerie. and 3) How his anger and spite get the better of him and how that informs a lot of who Dark Danny became (yes I still call him Dark Danny don’t @ me lol)

I feel like the comic did touch on that 3rd thing but maybe not quite as much as I had hoped??? And to my memory he doesn’t even really interact that much with his parents and I don’t even think he talked to Valerie AT ALL in the comic...(I really need to go back and reread it lol)

I think that’s all being saved for a (potential) sequel comic which is perfectly fine, but I guess I was really hoping that the comic would explore that stuff and it just didn’t so I was kind of disappointed.

But that doesn’t make the comic bad! Far from it, I thought it handled everything really well! I loved the humor and characterization and it made me very happy!!!

But when Danny’s character arc happened...I liked it, I loved his little Steven Universe getting his powers back in the movie moment it was great and he was adorable as ever and I liked the idea of him helping ghosts rather than hunting them...but it wasn’t as big a deal to me as, y’know, Vlad and Dark Danny’s arcs! Which is fine, those arcs where great and I loved how they were handled...I guess I just wanted more for Danny? Like, specifically relating to his relationship with his family and Valerie more so than how he deals with the ghosts...but they’re clearly setting up for another comic so maybe THEN we’ll get to the stuff I was really looking forward to!?!

I really don’t wanna be a downer, but this was nagging at me ever since I finished the comic and I just needed to get it off my chest...

I think I also am still reeling from some other fandoms I’ve been in where if you don’t like or agree with canon then you’ll be skewered and deemed “not a real fan” or “just not getting it” and I’ve gotten used to the Phandom’s “fuck it, we ball” attitude towards canon and now that there’s new official content I’m scared of a reawakening of the Anti vs True Fans bullshit from the days when Danny Phantom was still airing! (fandom trauma’s a real thing my dudes...)

So...yeah. To conclude, the comic is very well done and there’s a lot of great stuff in it and I can’t think of anything I truly disliked, just some nitpicks that kept me from being as emphatic as the rest of the fandom and I just wanted to express my disappointment. But I’m still so happy that we even got it and that it even worked to resolve/fix things that the show left hanging!!! I still love Danny Phantom so much and if they ever do make another comic I’m excited to see what they do with it!

#danny phantom #danny phantom spoilers #agit #agit spoilers #a glitch in time #not tagging this as critical cuz it's really not #i think rereading it knowing what to expect will make it more enjoyable so I'm not expecting or hoping for something that isn't gonna happen #i do love danny's little firworks trick it was so cute/precious!#he still is just...my boy!!! <3 ;.;

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Just a fun idea

If Nova was a romanceable npc in mtas then what dialogues would she have ( like one for each relationship level (Acquaintance, Buddy, Good Friend, romance), you can skip levels or add more lines if you want )

Introduction:

Hiya! I haven't seen you around yet, so I'm assuming you're new - I'm Nova, one of your fellow builders! Come find me if you need a buddy to go ruin diving with.

Birthday:

My birthday's on Summer 15. When I lived in Seesai, I spent every single birthday at the beach. I can't really do that anymore here, so my new thing is just sitting by the oasis.

Acquaintance:

If you ever need to get ahold of me, ask Kor or Daphne where I am, they'll probably know! Oh, wait, but...what if you don't know where they are...hmm. I'll get back to you on that!

Kor told me you're from Highwind! That's cool, I've always wanted to visit. You think I'd be...blown away?...Sorry, that was bad. Ignore that!

Uh oh! I forgot my pass to the salvage yard expires today...you think Rocky will let me extend it for, like, a discount...?

Buddy:

Moving to Sandrock gave me a bit of culture shock. I do miss Seesai a lot, but I really think I'm better off here than I was there.

There you are! Daphne stopped by earlier to give me a few melons from the Moisture Farm...care to share some with me?

I love collecting minerals and whatnot from the desert, but I am so intimidated by the Boxing Jacks there. Every time I see them coming from the corner of my eye, I can't help but yell!

Good Friend:

My brother lives in Walnut Groove. He's a real successful Builder there. To be honest, I don't care for building that much, but...it's a stable job, at least. Don't know if I'll live up to the expectations he's set, though.

I used to be the apprentice of a well-known Builder in Seesai. She was really kind to me, even when I made mistakes all day. I was so sad when my apprenticeship ended! In fact, she made me my bandana and pickhammer as a parting gift. I try to write to her every few weeks.

I have a really small collection of Old World stories and movies. It gets boring watching and reading the same things over and over again, though, so I hope I'll find more stuff in Sandrock to mix up the collection!

Romance

Confession Accepted:

Oh? I can't believe it, you beat me to it! Of course I accept.

Confession Rejected:

I'm...really flattered, I promise, but...I'm so sorry, I just don't think we're at that level with each other...

General Lines:

I made you this bracelet the other day. You don't have to wear it, if it's not your style! Buuut...I do have a matching one, sooo...

I've wanted to visit Seesai for a while, but I was always too nervous to go through with it. I think if you're by my side, though, I'll be able to manage.

Hey! What are you doing today? You wanna go eat at the saloon? I'll pay, don't worry!

Honey?...mmm, no. Sweetie? Hmm...Oh! Sorry! Just trying out nicknames for you...baby?

When I first got here, I felt like I had something to prove. I don't even know who I was trying to prove something to! But now that you're here, I feel like the last of that pressure came off of my shoulders.

Festivals

Day of the Bright Sun:

• I put in a few accessories I made over the last couple of weeks. I hope whichever person ends up with them likes them!

Showdown at High Noon:

Wow, the atmosphere is amazing! Everyone is so amped up for this. I didn't participate in anything like this back in Seesai, so I can't wait to see who comes out on top!

Day of Memories:

This festival has different ways of being celebrated in other cities, but they all have one thing in common - they're all so beautiful.

Tour de Rock:

I'm so bad at sandrunning. Maybe I'll just...watch and cheer everyone on!

Running of the Yakmel:

Can I tell you a little secret? I'm kind of scared of Yakmel! They're cute, but they're huge! I try to avoid the ones around the outskirts of town when I can.

Winter Solstice:

I've been looking forward to eating some skewers all day! What better way to kick off the start of a new year?

#nova asks #mtas #TYY FOR THIS FUN QUESTION #I THINK I GOT LOST IN THE SAUCE HERE

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heat of the moment, pt 5 - 10,000 ways to die [tasm!peter x reader x groundhog day au]

summary: nothing is more dangerous than hope. angst; fluff; humor; final destination vibes; and yes this is in tribute to my favorite episode of television ever written - "mystery spot"

words: 4.6k

warnings: death. a lot of it. repeatedly. in this chapter: tw discussion of death, self h*rm, and su*cide, Please see end of chapter for a spoiler-y summary.

a/n - damn it, i did it again didn't i? okay, so this is the penultimate chapter. i promise. sorry.

TW: This chapter features graphic discussion of death, self-h*rm, and su*cide. Please see the end for a summary. Reader discretion is advised.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6.

Impaled by a hedge trimmer.

“It was the HEEAT OF THE MOMENT…”

Air-fried by hot oil from a turkey fryer.

“Tellin’ me. what. my. HEART meant…”

Bitten by a venomous, illegally-smuggled pet snake.

“It was the HEAT OF THE MOMENT…

Showed in your EYEEEES…”

E.Coli from a salad.

“…HEAT of the MOMENT...”

The memories of these past Tuesdays would pop in your mind unexpectedly. They’d pass like shooting stars. It used to be extremely distracting. Distressing. But you learned to adapt.

Hit in the head by a foul baseball.

“…HEAT of the MOMENT...”

Dissected by a slow-moving, ascending elevator, whose safety system failed to open the doors when you’d become trapped.

“…HEAT of the MOMENT...”

You’d had more near-death experiences than you could possibly count. Of course it would result in some kind of PTSD. It made you more observant, more diligent. Maybe in a different life you would’ve made a great safety inspector.

Struck by a falling brick.

“…HEAT…”

Struck by a falling turtle dropped by a red-tailed hawk.

“…of the…”

Struck by a flying horseshoe from an angry carriage horse.

“…MOMENT.”

“The HEEEAT of the MOMENT…”

“Showed in your EYEEEESEEEEEEEEEEES”

Death was a part of you now. It was an old friend. Tuesdays were your family estate.

Sucked into a jet engine.

Impaled by an outdoor umbrella that went rogue in a strong gust of wind.

Pinned beneath a remote-start activated vehicle with a brake issue.

You had resigned yourself to your fate. You would die 10,000 times (or more—who’s counting?) until the end of the world.

And then you would wake up, and somehow it would be Tuesday again. You found peace in that understanding.

Attacked by a pissed-off swan that happened to peck your carotid artery.

Skewered by a taxidermy swordfish.

Eaten by an escaped lion at the zoo. (Not as cute as the movies.)

But since the moment you had the revelation about Peter’s other superpower, you felt like something had shifted.

Run down by a drunk driver. And a stoned driver. And a texting driver. And an e-bike.

Combustion via a DIY gender-reveal grenade. (It was a boy.)

Blood clot from a hickey. (Thanks, Pete.)

Suddenly, you felt so alive. So fragile. Like the next time you’d die, it would be for good.

And you honestly didn't know what to hope for.

“You gotta stop this,” Peter pleaded under a flat tone. “This has gone far enough.” He stood, stone-faced, in your apartment with his arms crossed as a muffin bounced off one of his shoulders.

Choked on a muffin.

As soon as it left your hand, you studied him intensely, watching the pastry drop to the floor where it rolled across your kitchen tile.

“Stop,” he begged wearily. Your hand was already in the paper bag of pastries, pulling out another blueberry muffin.

“Don’t,” he warned with a futile sense of authority. “Don’t do it—”

You tossed the muffin, hitting him in the chin. It fell to the floor just like the others, but you gawked expectantly, as if waiting for some sort of alternate outcome.

“Why are you doing this?” Peter groaned, exasperated. “Why are you throwing things at me? That was a perfectly good muffin.”

“I need to see if it’s working,” you replied, intently focused on your experiment. You kept distance between you, eagerly studying him.

His amber eyes fixed on you suspiciously.

Choked on Peter. (Not a bad way to go.)

“See if what is working?”

“The tingly thing—”

“What tingly thing?”

“The Spider sense! Your Spider... tingle.”

“Please don’t call it that—”

You threw another muffin at his cheek.

“Bug. Put down the muffins.”

“It doesn’t work! Your sense isn’t tingling.”

“You—you know that just by throwing muffins?”

“You don’t get it!” you replied. Your wild eyes darted from side to side as you stepped over the muffins in a repetitive pace. “The thing that alerts you to danger is not working, Peter!”

His shoulders nearly met his ears as he shrugged, his eyes suspiciously horrified at your antics. “Maybe it doesn’t work for pastry products?”

You huffed in frustration. “Look. Your Spidey tingly sense is almost like trichobothria, right? The tiny hairs on a spider that detect micro vibrations and shifts in the environment? In your case, maybe they’re not tiny hairs—but something still sends an electric impulse to your nervous system that alerts you to danger. It’s almost practically precognition.”

Peter gazed at you, dumbfounded. “What?”

“Precognition, like you’re psychic—”

“No, I know what 'precognition' means,” Peter rebutted, his head spinning with information. “How do you know so much about this stuff?”

Impaled by the shards of an exploding can of whipped cream.

You deflated as you considered how much you should reveal at this point in the day. “I brushed up on it.”

“Brushed up on what? Neurobiology?”

“Podcasts,” you said, and brushed him off. “Point is, I’ve been so focused on overanalyzing Tuesday, I haven’t even thought that all of this could be because of something that happened Monday. You mentioned something before about yesterday—something about patrol being rough. What was it? What happened yesterday?”

Peter glanced down at the discarded muffins, before looking back up at you. It was clear by the look on his face that he was several paces behind. “Well, I mean... you were there?”

You blinked a few times. Your brain tripped over the realization that you couldn’t remember Monday.

It had been so long since you’d be trapped in Tuesdayville, that Monday—and all of the people, places, and plans that used to accompany it—were reduced to a blurry, worn-out photograph in your mind. Recalling what any other day outside of Tuesday was like drenching an oil painting in paint thinner and watching it melt.

Shredded by a woodchipper.

There were neighbors of yours you hadn’t seen in ages. Work colleagues whom you barely remember. You even felt nostalgic for your old boss and his unrealistic deadlines.

(As it turns out, whatever it was that was due at 4:00pm on that first Tuesday didn’t really mean all that much, since your boss, nor any of your co-workers or clients, had even bothered to call and ask about you. To them, you were just absent. Out of sight, out of mind. To you, it had been years since you’d visited your job. You barely remember what it was, or what was so important about it in the first place.)

Anaphylactic shock resulting from 250+ stings after stepping on a Yellowjacket nest.

But back in the present Tuesday, you were pushing for answers. “I meant what happened to you? Tell me your whole schedule. Start at the beginning.”

“Okay, um,” he crossed his arms, shuffling from foot to foot. “Well, I had my 7:00am class, then — well — I was going to class, but there was this guy who had a nail in his tire—”

Burned in a nail salon explosion after a poorly-placed box of bulk acetone dropped on a space heater.

”—so I sorta helped him out with the jack, then I got mud on my pants and it weirded me out—”

Partially decapitated by a drone.

“—and I was debating on whether I should go back home to change because I didn’t want it to look like—”

You waved him off, and drew invisible loops in the air with your finger. “Skip ahead to the patrol parts.”

“Oh, okay—yeah, sure,” Peter nodded along, editing himself. “Um, yeah, so... patrol. Um, I stopped a couple of guys who were stealing catalytic converters.”

You nodded, urging him to go on. “And then...?”

“I swung around a bit. I webbed up a purse snatcher.”

Asphyxiation by a purse strap after it caught in the door of a subway.

“Okay.”

“The old lady who got her purse stolen bought me a mangonada popsicle when I gave it back to her—”

Botulism.

“Risky, but I’ll let it pass.”

Embalmed alive after an overtired nurse mistakenly mixed up vials and your IV bag was injected with formaldehyde. Poor May was the one who caught the mistake, right as your organs started failing. You convulsed and foamed at the mouth, the sickly-sweet-smelling fluid ripping apart your blood cells.

“And then I put out a dumpster fire over by East 96th.”

Your eyes widened at that, gaping expectantly. “How so?”

He quirked an eyebrow, unsure of your meaning. “Uhm, a dumpster was on fire. And then I helped put it out.”

Crushed by a trash compactor.

Seconds passed, before you responded, “I need to see this dumpster.” You were shuffling towards the front door, glancing at the microwave clock.

Exploding microwave.

“Wait, really?”

“Shit!” you exclaimed, noting the time. “I’m late!”

“What? Late for what?” Peter called to you, left behind with the discarded muffins.

“Don’t worry about it!” you shouted, rushing out of your apartment. “I’ll catch up!”

The wind whipped fiercely through your hair as you pushed open the roof access door of an office building in Midtown. The building was tall, but not the tallest around by a longshot.

The view from the roof wasn’t breathtaking. The building itself wasn’t fancy or particularly significant, which you think was the point.

Your eyes flicked to the edge where you spotted the frail girl on the ledge. Her neck was craned downwards, her pale legs dangling off the roof precariously. She propped herself up with her weight on her too-thin arms, like a perched vulture, with her oversized sweater engulfing her torso and swallowing up her thighs.

Your tragically-pretty Grim Reaper. Right where you’d expected to find her. You sighed heavily, as you stared at the back of her sullen form. The storm door fall closed behind you with a heavy slam.

She flinched at the sound. Perhaps it was the first time she had been stirred from her lonely, listess daze. Her head spun back so fast that it gave her a touch of vertigo. Her long fingers gripped the brick ledge, with white knuckles and chipped, chewed nail polish.

The slight brush of danger lit up her eyes. It was her survival instinct sputtering briefly, albeit brief.

For a moment you could see the person dormant behind her widened eyes, weighed heavily with dark circles. She gazed at you quietly, her brow furrowed with puzzlement, before sputtering out into apathy. She didn’t recognize you, and she didn’t care to.

“Sorry,” you called out across the distance as her body relaxed, but not from relief. Your voice echoed off the stone and glass towers surrounding you, getting lost in the hum of engines and car horns below. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

The woman who had killed you more times than you could count stared at you indifferently. You took a step towards her.

“Claire, right?” you asked, though you knew the answer.

Claire Rivers, from Long Island. Date of birth: September 5th. Age 23. Had her name legally changed after high school from Clear to Claire because it was constantly misspelled and mispronounced, and met with a reflexive annoyance when she’d try to correct anyone. It was a nuisance. A constant reminder of how little she was regarded.

Date of death—today. Perhaps.

Hearing her name pronounced correctly got Claire’s attention. It always did.

“You probably don’t remember me,” you waved your hand off with a light chuckle. “We took Theater Arts together at NYU last Spring,” you lied. You smiled sheepishly with your hands buried in your coat.

Several seconds passed, as Claire searched your face for some sort of recognition. “Oh,” she said, her voice barely above a squeak. “I... I’m sorry, I don’t — I didn’t recognize you.”

“S’okay.” Your voice is warm. Endearing. “I don’t think we were ever scene partners the whole time we were there. Which is crazy, right?”

No, it wasn’t crazy, because of course you weren’t. You never went to NYU. You had never crossed paths with this woman until that first Tuesday, when she held a box cutter to your throat in some bizarre futile hostage situation, and ended up getting you both shot to death.

That felt like years ago, you pondered. It had been.

“Sorry,” Claire murmured, and now it sounded like she was talking to herself. “I’m not in school anymore.”

A dark shadow crossed her expression. It was the same darkness you’d spotted in her reflection in the glass door of the beverages case. The same one she wore when she tackled you onto the tracks of the L train right before you were both crushed beneath it. The same hollow expression—not just hollow, but hallow; haunted, like a graveyard—as she dragged you over the railing of the 59th Street Bridge, sending you both plummeting 350 feet into the East River below.

These are hazards of being near her or trying to find her. They were risks associated with trying to solve her mysteries.

Ultimately meaningless, you’d decided. Somewhere in your first hundred Tuesdays, you were obsessed with her, but your interest had waned as you realized that her fate made no difference in yours. Whether she lived or died today, you would inevitably wake up in the same place.

Her death was meaningless. As meaningless as yours.

One Tuesday afternoon you’d stumbled upon her charred body at a corner gas station. The fire department was wrapping up and the coroner was getting ready to move the remains. Witnesses said a woman walked up to an unattended SUV being refueled pulled out a lighter.

“How stupid,” they remarked. “How insane.” “Of all the ways to die, how fucked up is that?” they said.

Drowned in a septic tank.

Drowned in a truck of wet cement.

Drowned in a vat of molasses.

Drowned in the “Friends fountain” in Central Park. You were surprised to later learn that the cast of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. never even filmed there.

You started to wonder if Claire's life was also meaningless. Like yours.

You followed her sometimes, watching from afar.

You’d try to get Peter to save her, and he would. But you noticed that it never changed anything about her fate. She’d find a way to make the evening news, one way or another.

If you happened to survive long enough to catch it.

Nothing ever more than a chyron though. One barely-visible, tiny sentence that scrolls across the screen and disappears into the void. Perhaps the only obituary she would ever receive.

You had a theory about why she chose you in the first place. It never about killing you, you thought. She wasn’t the killing type. It was attempted suicide by cop.

Even on other occasions where she caused your death, she wouldn’t reach for you until the last second. Like she panicked. Suddenly realized she didn’t want to die alone.

Death is a lonely thing, you lament.

Struck by a stray piece of gravel that had been tossed out of a passing lawnmower.

You understood that. Reaching out in the darkness for a spark of light. Hoping to grasp the will to live, but snuffing the light out in the process.

Crushed by a Starbucks sign. (Pumpkin Spice is back... with a vengeance.)

“I’m sorry,” Claire repeated, and neither of you knew why. She turned her face away from yours, lost in her own world again. “M’sorry, but I kinda want to be alone right now.”

“I figured that,” you replied, gently. “I saw you come up here by yourself. I just... wanted to—”

“—To talk me out of it?” Claire uttered with bitterness on her tongue. She didn’t bother to face you.

You shifted your weight to your other foot, glancing down at the asphalt. “I’m also down to just... listen?” You let the question hang in the air unpresumptiously.

She scoffed, but it sounded more like her heart shattering. You saw the back of her head, shaking indignantly, but you pictured her jaw set firmly in place. “There’s nothing to talk about. You don’t know me,” she declared, voice firm. When she turned her head towards you, you saw fury in her gaze. “You have no right to judge me.”

“I’m not judging.”

“You think I’d feel regret?” she spat. She squirmed like you were viewing her through a microscope.

That was a valid question. You mused on it for a moment.

“Possibly,” you replied, thinking back to that last flash of light. Of self-preservation. You’d seen it in the urgency of her eyes, right before the end.

It wasn’t the look of acceptance. It was a mix of panic and penitence. That alone was enough to baffle you.

“Probably,” you reiterated, more confident in your assessment. You strolled nearer, keeping your path to a broad arc. It eased the strain on her neck and kept you at a safe distance. “I’d describe it more like shame. This gross, heavy, selfish ick in your stomach. Kinda feels like eating White Castle, but not even when it’s fresh, y’know? Tepid, at best.”

“I don’t care if you think I’m selfish,” she contested with an icy tone. You knew that underneath the ice, she was just tired. “I don’t care what anyone thinks,” she explained, but it lacked any real confidence. “If it breaks my parents’ hearts, I honestly don’t care.”

You stopped at the edge, just shy of her reach.

“It won’t just break your parents’ hearts,” you responded, matter-of-factly. “It’ll break your parents.”

The heavy statement sat between you, and she pursed her lips. She tried to steel her face, but the somberness of her eyes gave her away.

“Not just them,” you added. “The people that loved you—yeah, sure. It’ll mess them up. But also the people that didn’t know you well enough.” You explained contemplatively, “There’s gonna be a little hole now that they can’t ever fill. Stuff they wanted to say to you. Things that could’ve made both of your lives better, y’know? If only they had more time.”

Saying it, you feel a sharp pain in your heart. Your lips form a tight line as you look out at the buildings.

After a few moments, you continued.

“There’s the people that you never knew,” you explained, glancing down over the edge. “The guy who has to spray your blood off the sidewalk. His name is Carlos. That’s gonna stay with him forever.” You swallow bitterly, meeting her grim gaze. “And it’s not like it’s even his first time cleaning up something like that. His brother died last month.” Softly, you ask her, “Did you know that?”

Claire shook her head, forehead creased with concern.

“There’s a cop named Frank that’s gonna have to fish out your ID and call your family,” you recounted, reflecting on the vicious cycle of life and death that you’ve been audience to.

“There’s a woman who works at the morgue in the hospital, her name is Bhavisha. She’s gonna ask them to bring down a sample of your hair so she can test the DNA. She wants to be sure. Before she tells your mom that it’s really you. Before she has to hear that sound that people always make. And then she’s going to hand your mom a brochure, and have to talk about ‘options’ for what to do with the rest of you.”

Despite her earlier proclamations, you hear Claire’s breath hitch in her throat. You’re a statue, as you look down at the traffic of the city below. You’re a stone lion, or a chrome eagle, or some other asshole on a horse that has no business being immortalized, having spent years at this lonely vantage point. Watching silently. Bearing witness to the secret, collective pain of these streets.

“Bhavisha’s going to cry about it in her car on the way home. Then she’s gonna have a big glass of wine and a Xanax and not talk about it with her family because she doesn’t want to upset them. She doesn’t think she has anything in common with them anymore. Or with anyone.”

Silent tears ran down Claire’s face. Her pale expression was tinted with red splotches.

You turn to speak directly to her. “Everybody out here—we all feel so alone sometimes. But we’re not in a bubble. Even if it feels that way. Everything is connected. Everybody.”

If you had to explain to someone why you were on that rooftop with Claire, that’s the reason you’d give.

You take a step towards her, then carefully sit on the ledge beside her.

“The pain that one person feels,” you say, “it keeps going around. It spreads.” You add with a hopeful voice, “But I think the good feelings can spread too.” Your voice is heavy, but warm, and void of judgment, just as you promised.

Claire’s chest heaves, sobs threatening to break free. “How do you know?” Her lip quivers. It wasn’t scornful the way she said it. She begged for the answer. She is begging. “How do you know any of this means anything?”

Your lip curls into a smirk, but not unkindly.

You reply, “You know, I was obsessed with my life meaning something. I used to work myself to the bone just to feel important. But to certain people, like—it sounds weird to say, but I wanted to be important to important people. I wanted to make the people that loved me proud. And I was always afraid that I would die before I got to do something great, y’know?”

You sigh, musing over her question and the foolish absurdity of the person you used to be on Monday.

“I felt like I was waiting for that time when I had it together. I’d own my own place. Maybe even a car—a nice one. I wouldn’t have to worry about paying my credit card bills. I’d be married and have a couple of kids. We’d travel all the time. To Europe... and Fiji, and New Zealand, and...” You crack a slight grin, releasing a light laugh, “Maybe even stay at the fancy places at Disney World. For a whole week.”

Your smile fades. Claire watches you intently. “I was waiting,” you add. “Waiting for when I’d be happy.”

You’re quiet for several nostalgic seconds, holding a moment of silence for the You of Monday.

“I don’t know what it means to be ‘great’ or ‘important’ anymore,” you admit. “Or if anything means anything.”

You stare down at your hands, thoughtful in your words. A grin pulled at your lips. “But the weird thing is—I think that’s what’s special, y’know? Gives each day it’s meaning” You look back at her, simmering with intrigue and the excitement of the unknown. “Life is crazy, and confusing, and terrifying, and exciting. It’s all those things. Every day is important. Don’t you want to see how it ends?”

You said it like you were talking about the last chapter of an adventure novel. With all the different ways your Tuesdays had gone, they began to feel like adventures, even if they’d get cut short.

Your eyes sparkled with admiration. With envy. Claire could have a Wednesday. And a Thursday. And a Friday.

God, The Cure really had it right—Friday was worthy of love. How you missed the exhilarion of Friday afternoons.

And the small burst of vigor that would come with waking up on Saturday mornings— sometimes blending perfectly with the right concoction of determination to do that thing that you’ve been putting off (whatever it is). Or those Saturdays where you could just sleep in because maybe you don’t have that energy and it’s perfectly acceptable to stay in the cocoon of bedsheets for as long as you need to.

Sundays can be fundays, for sure. But they can also be slow days, grounding and reflective. Serene. Religious or not, they remain holy in that sense. It’s a day for meditation and peace. Time washes your troubles and sins away like some divine sacrament. The kind of thing that makes you want to hold a cup of tea and stare at a picture of a lake. Your spirit is cleansed and reborn with a little bit of hope as the week begins anew.

Mondays get a bad rap, you suppose. But they are no less precious. Especially if it was your last one.

Claire was on the precipice of a canyon of treasure, you knew it in your heart. A gorge filled with the universe’s most precious commodity—not a fragment of which could be purchased. She was just too confused, too tired, too weary, to see it.

You hold another moment of silence for the tragedy of it. Eyes gentle and grieving, you slowly reach out and take her hand in yours.

She glances down at your hand, your fingers intertwining with hers. She feels their warmth. The warmth of the light she was trying so hard to find.

And something fractures. Her face crumples. Sobs overtake her. A river of agony floods out. She shudders from the current. Cries and cries. Leans onto your shoulder and cried even more.

You’re with her, holding her hand in the now, as she brokenly weeps.

Some days you saved her.

Some days you didn’t.

The choice was always hers, and truthfully—you had no idea how long it would stick.

You never lived to see Wednesday, nor did you know if she did either.

It didn’t make the conversation any less important. It didn’t make it any less meaningful.

You sought her out, day after day, and let her cry into your shoulder while she made her private decision.

Today feels hopeful, you think. You look over at her as she wipes her red, bleary eyes.

There’s that light again. That tiny spark.

“You keep doing stuff like this,” Claire sniffed, rubbing tear tracks that streaked her face, “you might just get a statue built after you or something.”

She made a joke this time. Good.

You cracked a smile and chuckled beneath your breath. “Nah. That’s my boyfriend’s gig,” you replied, matching levity. “I’m too chicken for big heroics. Not usually big on courage, either.”

Claire smiled warmly, eyes brimming with gratitude. “Maybe a little bit is all you need.”

Continue to Part 6

A/N- ok I really swear we’re nearing the end. My goal is to have this done by 10/15. Whew what a ride.

Look between the fluffy eye bleach gifs for tw content summary below.

Spoilery description of TW content:

Several deaths are briefly referenced, some bizarre and some common (driving under the influence, etc).

Scene where Reader locates the “Grim Reaper” aka Claire, who is a depressed young woman preparing to jump from the roof of a building. We learn that Reader has come to know Claire due to the many times she’s tried to intervene in her different su*cide plots, in repeated attempts to talk her out of killing herself. Reader confronts Claire about how her death would impact those around her, with gruesome details. On this occasion, we believe that Claire will ultimately choose to live, but her fate is left open-ended, as we are told that it doesn’t always end the same.

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morporkian-cryptid · 8 months

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Really quick update without photos because I didn't have time to write yesterday. Or today. I'll write more later!

Day... 5 I think

We went to the region of Hakone yesterday, at the foot of Mount Fuji; gorgeous place, I felt like I stepped right into a Ghibli movie, nature everywhere, pine-covered mountains, water-filled moss, tiny forest trails and everything. It was raining too ❤️

We took the rope train to the Mt Fuji viewpoint but sadly it was too cloudy and we didn't see the mountain.

Next we took a trip on a GODDAMN DUTCH SAILBOAT (it was actually cheating, it used only the motor) that was gifted by the Netherlands to Japan in the Meiji era.

We saw the floating torii at Hakone Jinja

did some easy hiking in the countryside, and even came across a small trail that suddenly got super dark - Aime: "There has to be yokai here." Me: "It's like Spirited Away! Sweet, I can have my own Ghibli adventure!" Aime: "If we see a yokai I'm throwing you at it."

Day 6

We left early in the morning for KYOTO!

It is said that Kyoto is the capital of temples and shrines, and boy people aren't lying. We found a street that was just temple after temple after temple. Basically they have complexes with a bunch of temples or shrines together.

We found a super cute little temple to Jizo (Buddha protecting mothers and children), tucked away between two buildings, where I got my Goshuincho stamped - we even saw the priest do the calligraphy himself!

I bought twin omamori as a gist in another cute little temple, where the priest took a moment to pray over the omamori before giving them out.

There was a shrine where two separate people left senbazuru (one thousand folded paper cranes). And I found my first shrine to Inari-sama!! (my favourite shinto deity.) We're going to visit the world-famous Fushimi Inari Taisha shrine in a few days.

We ate at a seafood restaurant in the middle of a covered gallery with TONS of food stalls, like EVERYWHERE, with mostly fish and seashells, like I cannot even begin to describe the ambiance of this place. Some of them were just fisherman shops with like one or two tables in case someone wanted to eat lunch. I bought a squid skewer 🐙

Then we tried to go to Jijo Castle, lost a lot of time registering for the disabled discount, and rushed the thing in ten minutes because we had to get to Kinkakuji before closing time.

Kinkakuji, the Golden Pavillon, is just as gorgeous as the photos suggest. The park itself is beautiful too.. and we had to rush through the whole thing again (even run) because the Goshuincho bureau closed at 4:30. We went back into the park after I got my stamp tho. (there was a really nice security guard who showed us the way.) And I bought yet another omamori 😁

Oh and I found my first kimono thrift shop!!!!! I didn't find anything that caught my eye, but DAMN they were cheap as fuck and so pretty. We'll visit more thrift shops in a few days.

Now we're on our way to a ryokan hotel with a luxury dinner and animation with a maiko (a geisha apprentice) and an onsen. It's gonna cost an arm and a leg but it's a once-in-a-lifetime experience ❤

(also I need to go to an onsen so bad, my feet are going on strike)

#elliott's big adventure in japan

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blissooya · 2 months

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[WEVERSE] 230913 슝이🌹 update

It's concert soon and it's raining today! Does BLACKPINK really bring rain?? ☔️ I wish BLINKs would be able to make it comfortably 🥲 I want to be a weather fairy ☀️

👤 : Give advice for the concert

🐰 : Take couple photos and have fun like crazy! haha Take it in with your eyes 👀

👤 : Did you decide concert hair?

🐰 : That's right... I think I have my hair down! The trend is having it down(?)

👤 : Unnie my lightstick still hasn't arrivedㅠㅠㅠ

🐰 : Oh my bbyongbong!!!🔨 Hammer emoji.. it's scary...

👤 : It's supposed to rain this weekendㅜㅜㅜ Rainpink

🐰 : No.. I'm actually a weather fairly, the weather is nice wherever I go!!

👤 : Let the weather be clear this weekend. Weather fairy

🐰 : The weekend will be clear ☀️

👤 : Unnie, I always prepare translated sentences and go back and forth to paste them🥺 It's hard 😭 Why can’t I speak Korean 🥺 I want to talk to you like everyone else 🥹

🐰 : Translated sentence is perfect 👏🏻 There is no problem with our conversation, so don’t worry ♥️

👤 : Unnie I heard you watch Blinks vlog so couple days ago Coachella, SF vlog was uploaded haha hope it pops up in algorithm ...!! 🥹

🐰 : Oh, I have to look it up. For Coachella, it seemed everyone had a hard time 🥲♥️ Thank you

👤 : I want to try hot pot

🐰 : You want to try..? I'm shocked .. I want to buy a mouth that hasn't tried it yet

Cyber Tanghulu

🍓 🍅 🫐

ㅣ ㅣ ㅣ

Jisoo which one do you want?

🐰 : Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk cyber tanghulu kkkkkkkkkkkkk Ah I want.. number 1 of course it's strawberry tanghulu

👤 : Chu how about filming Seoul vlog?!?!

🐰 : Oh... kekekeke It sounds like a good idea!! kekeke It's embarrassing to carry a camera in Seoul, but I want to try it!! 🤩🤩

👤 : Unnie you outfit looks like a badminton player 😎😎

🐰 : I guess I should wear this skirt when playing tennis! Is what I was thinking haha 🎾

👤 : I'm gonna get rid of all the hotpot from this world ! ! And chicken skewers ! ! 🤥

🐰 : Why are you doing this to me.

👤 : If you smile, the weather will improve by 103%!

🐰 : ^_________________^ ♥️

👤 : I'm cramming the fanchant... I'll memorize it all and go and scream like crazy!!!

🐰 : kkkkkkkk Ah, the fanchant is so hard.. I did it during my solo shoot and it's impossible to memorize it all... I'll let you cheat!!

👤 : I'm curious about apple hair Jisoo!!🍎🍎

🐰 : Apple hair.. I have to apologize.. I'll do that by myself for when I wash my face .. 🍎 he kkkkkkkkkkk

👤 : Unnie what is you're favorite movie?💘💘💘

🐰 : I have a habit of rewatching what I watched like crazy.. Recently, I saw "Shutter Island" and "Pride and Prejudice" again

👤 : Unnie please take a lot of selfies! Last time in Jennie’s photo I saw Jisoo getting makeup done in the corner! Jisoo please take a lot of selfies backstage! I love it! You're so pretty!☺️🥰

🐰 : Kkkk Appear in the corner 🤣 I'll try to take a lot of selfies, it's so hard ㅠㅠ

👤 : Please tell me what you are good at cooking ☺🍀

🐰 : Nothing.. I like boiling water in an electric pot (?)

👤 : Jisoo do a encore encore concert Gocheok is to small ㅠㅠ

🐰 : Is it like last time🤣 Next time in a bigger place...?! Will it work! kekeke hehe It sounds good to us 🤩

👤 : Jisoo unnie!! I’m enlisting in 4 days!! Actually it's noona, but I thought you would reply if I said unnie so I wrote it!!! I’m so glad I enlist after watching BLACKPINK concert!!

🐰 : I was going to use my sharpness because you said unnie that is going to army but you were teasing me kkk hul!!!! ㅠㅠㅠ Let's have fun!!!!!!

👤 : Lately do you not dream?

🐰 : I dream often!!! I dream all the time, today was also spectacular..

👤 : Tell me the most interesting dream you had recently!

🐰 : I dreamt I went to the zoo and that all the animals escaped and chased me kekekeke

👤 : Jisoo unnie, I'm a Chinese Blink unnie if you support me I'll go buy tickets and see BP concert. ILY! Please give support!

�� : You seem like Korean but when you run translator, the Korean is usually accurate but here there's some strange Korean mixed, see you at concert!!🤣

👤 : Jisoo what should you do you do when depressed?

🐰 : I don't think you can do anything when depressed! I sleep when depressed and I just lay on the ground, when I lay on the bed I have too many thoughts so before falling asleep I lay on the living room floor! Spaced out hahaha

👤 : I listen to rain asmr when I sleep, I sleep well

🐰 : kekekeke When I fall asleep, I sleep right away when I lie down so I sleep without sound! And you always sleep well ! Good!!! haha

👤 : Unnie! If blinks become cockroach what do you do? Jennie unnie said sorry,, kekeke

🐰 : I don't think it's that bad to be a cockroach now! When I thought about myself in that position, I was even excited that I had strong vitality and drive? I'd like to recommend a space trip

👤 It's crazy that we live in an era with BP ㅠㅠ We can go to concerts... and meet people who will go down in Korean history in real life ㅠㅠ Thank you to my parents for letting me be born in this era

🐰 : No... The finish is a good son..? good daughter..? which is beautiful kkkkkkkk Thank you(?) I am also thankful to my parents because I was born in this era and received so much love from BLINKs 👏🏻♥️

I'm going now! We'll meet soon, but I'm hoping and hoping that the weather will clear up by then☀️ And BLINKs aren't sick either!!! Come prepared to have fun!!!!!! It's this week! I can't believe it!!!! I'll do my best to show my best side too!!! See you soon, ILY ♥️♥️♥️

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