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laismoura-art · 5 months

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Sub-Zero Siblings x Movie FNAF AU🐻🐥🦊🐰

I'll start this by saying I'm not a huge FNAF fan. My siblings are super into it and know all the lore and theories and stuff. I, on the other hand, limit myself to the movie, so this is a MOVIE FNAF AU!

With that in mind, know that there will be SPOILERS from the movie!

The (human) characters:

Bi-Han is Mike (Bi-Han struggling to pay rent is multiversal, lmao!)

Kuai is Abby

Sareena is Vanessa

Quan Chi is William (shocking, I know)

Aunt Jane is Grandmaster Oniro (I just wanted someone to kill without remorse)

The Animatronics:

Hanzo is Freddie

As Freddie seemed to be the protective one of the group, I thought it would fit with Hanzo's protective nature!

Harumi is Chica

Making my main girl the feral one, she deserves it! Plus that's fitting with how I write her!

Tomas is Foxy

His little knife in MK1 reminded me of Foxy's hook... that's it

Cyrax is Bonnie

They both go BOOOM!💀

Sorry...

Lisa is Golden Freddie (And Garrett)

Here is the biggest difference from the movie, Lisa will be the dead sibling, but unlike Garrett in the movie, she will become an animatronic! And I consired Golden cause he's the one who interacts with Abby the most!

In this AU, not only Kuai claims to have invisible friends, but also that one of said friends is their long lost sister. Which makes Bi-Han feels much worse cause he thinks because he "failed" in protect his sister, his brother now has to cope by making an imaginary version of her!

Bi-Han then takes the shitty job as a night guard to prevent his annoying evil uncle from taking Kuai from him, and once he gets there, he has the dreams!

He always forces himself to have the same dream, to relive the day his sister was taken, except this time, he sees her among four other kids, he tries to reach out to her, but she doesn't seem to recognise him.

One night he has to take Kuai with him (Cause the damn nanny is not answering the phone-- Bi-Han assumes she gave up showing up and never getting paid and not that Freddie!Hanzo cut her in half💀)

Bi-Han tries his best to reach out to his sister in his dreams, but she keeps running away while the other kids get in his way. When he wakes up his brother is far away yelling, Bi-Han rushes to save him, only to find out Kuai is not in danger at all, he is just having fun with these huge ass animatronics!

And then he realises, these are Kuai's friends! And his sister is one of them. And maybe, just maybe, Kuai would be able to get through the animatronics and convince them let him talk to their sister.

Sareena, the nice cop who shows up rather often, has quite a lot of knowledge of this place history and promptly helped Bi-Han ajust to the new job, had stayed with them that night, she helped them all build a table fort, and as usual was unbothered by everything around her.

It was only when Kuai had a small accident with Cyrax!Bonnie that Sareena started to act more hostile, threatening to shoot Bi-Han if he ever dared bring Kuai again!

Bi-Han tries to reach the kids again, promising to give anything they wanted in exchange for a moment with his sister. He is surprised when Lisa herself comes to talk to him. She tells him he can stay with her, in the picnic with their parents, as long as he lets her bring Kuai too.

Bi-Han says yes without a second thought, but soon realises his mistake, the girl before him is his sister for sure, but there was something about her, something evil. He knew he had made a mistake, he knew Kuai was not safe with her.

Bi-Han manages to save Kuai from the Animatronics, preventing Harumi!Chica from turning him into one of their own.

When they are finally out, Bi-Han is attacked by another Animatronic! This one different from the others, he reveals to be the children’s murderer. Quan Chi, the job counsellor who was very enthusiastic in having Bi-Han take the job.

With Sareena's help, Kuai and Bi-Han help the children out of Quan Chi's control. They turn against him and as the whole pizzaria falls apart they stay to make sure monster doesn't find a way out.

The siblings rush to escape, having only time to spare a glace at the Golden animatronic that holds their sister's soul disappear into the shadows...

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Ha! You thought this would have a sad ending! >:D

I love how the FNAF Fandom has collectively decided the Animatronics are now part of Mike's family, and he sibling-adopted them all, and honestly *stare at My Brother’s Keeper* Bi-Han would most definitely sibling-adopt some demonic children!

So by the end of it, Lisa and the others found their way to Bi-Han and Kuai's new home and live there! Sareena visits them once a week, Kuai and the Animatronics are now on the matchmaking business trying to convince Bi-Han to ask her out! <3

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@mikka-minns @thedragonholder y'all want some AU? 👀🩵💙

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philhoffman · 2 years

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This week’s Monday Philm was a very special one — Love Liza (2002), with the commentary track featuring PSH, his brother/writer Gordy Hoffman, and director Todd Louiso. I’ve been digging commentaries lately and this is the one I was most excited about, and I doubt another one could ever make me laugh and cry so much.

This is probably my most personal and complicated PSH film. The last time I watched Love Liza as a Monday Philm was the hardest one ever. It was the anniversary of Phil’s death and my last unseen PSH feature film performance. I saved it for last because I knew it would be special, and it was, and it’s become part of the painful and raw and emotional blur of that whole week.

The only time I’ve seen Liza between then and now was on Phil’s birthday in July — I had a PSH mini-marathon with a friend, got home in the middle of the night, made pancakes for myself, and watched it alone in the kitchen at 2 am. I believe there is no better viewing experience for this movie — it cemented in my mind that this is a personal film. As Phil said, theater is communal, but cinema “is just for you.” Love Liza and everything it represents — artistically, personally — is so close to my heart I can’t imagine trying to explain it yet, still.

That being said, the commentary track is fucking brilliant and illuminating (and hilarious). So much goes into every film that the audience may never know, and hearing a few of the core creators (who are close friends and brothers) discuss their baby like this, just hanging out, is the coolest thing in the world. I absorbed so much more about the film, Wilson’s arc, how Phil viewed him and other characters in the story.

Just a few highlights from my literal four pages of notes:

I don’t think I’ve ever heard Gordy’s voice before but wow — it’s different than Phil’s, a bit lower and slower, but their patterns and intonations are EXACTLY the same. Phil has such a unique inflection on certain words so it was trippy hearing Gordy speak in an identical way. The jumps, their whispers. Siblings!!!

Phil loved the basketball scene lmao: “It’s like in the middle of this suicide, gas-huffing movie, this guy just doesn’t know how to play basketball.”

It’s very special and hard and moving and comforting to hear Phil talk about grief and how Wilson experiences loss and navigates it, which he does throughout the commentary. “Of course [his grief] is gonna be too much... If something like this happens and if someone loves a person that it happened to as much as Wilson loves Liza, his grief is going to be too much.”

Phil broke a car and accidentally cut himself on a broken window and lost his voice and nearly got hypothermia and almost caught on fire during this month-long shoot. King!

In the middle of the movie, Phil’s cell phone rings (it has the dreamiest, most relaxing ringtone I’ve ever heard?) and a few minutes later he says it was Mimi calling: "[That was] actually my girlfriend, who’s eight months pregnant. And she’s in New York and she’s awesome and beautiful and I miss her a lot, so I’m just saying this right now to like completely immortalize it on this DVD, how excited I am. It’s just like, the most exciting thing in the world.” They must’ve filmed this in early 2003 — Phil became a dad when Cooper was born a few weeks later ❤️

The way PSH puts his hand(s) on his face in many of his performances is one of his most recognizable gestures but I really thought about it tonight. The way he’s putting all of himself out there, to be vulnerable and raw and captured on film for everyone, and his instinct is to hide himself, even in that small way, to cover his face and take a moment for himself/the character before letting us back in.

There’s a short transition between scenes where no one really says anything but you can hear Phil softly breathing, a lot like the start of Jack Goes Boating, which is always the sweetest sound cue. Then he says “sPoOky.”

Every time they mentioned another actor in the film, Phil was like “they were great they were so nice I had a crush they were a sweetheart <3″

He told Todd he wouldn’t film the final scene more than twice.

Seriously cannot overstate how much fun this was. “No more new PSH movies” is something that’s been heavy on my mind lately, but this track was like spending two hours hanging out with Phil and his buddies, watching a brand new film. It wasn’t a press junket or an interview or anything public — just him being himself, doing the funny voices he used with his friends, his humor, making fun of himself one minute and offering honest artistic insights the next, all his different laughs and wheezes. “I’m chewing on a coffee stirrer... 'cuz I’m so nervous telling you about my mooovie!” Just when I think it’s impossible to love him more, I realize I’m twice as in love with him than the moment before.

It makes me that much sadder, too. Hanging out with this side of him, thinking about the loss his family and friends still experience every day, not being able to shoot the shit and laugh their asses off with him anymore. So many people have had that awful, painful, Phil-sized hole in their hearts for almost nine years and counting. But, I don’t think any of us who are lucky enough to know Phil in any way would trade it for anything.

At the very end of the DVD, Gordy says you can email him if you want to read the screenplay, he’ll send it to you. Then Phil says, “And if you wanna just come over and hang out with us, and talk about it some more, we’re at www...” and bursts out laughing <3

#tldr I laughed I cried I had many epiphanies...#monday philm #love liza #philip seymour hoffman #psh #*#they talk abt when Wilson smashes the window and Todd says he doesn't like watching that bc he was worried Phil was gonna get hurt #and Phil says 'oh‚ I'm okay though! :)' and cracks up with this deep free laugh #my love my love my love my love

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alpacahat67 · 1 year

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TWST OC DUMP POST MUAHAHA

Soooo.... this is Kahali. AND DON'T TELL ME I FORGOT TO COLOR THE BUCKLES ON HIS VEST THING AND THE THING ON HIS THIGH!!!

Kahali Manidhar Twisted from: Kaa (The Jungle Book) Ignihyde

Class: 2-B Birthday: 9/23, Libra Age: 17 Height: 187.96 cm (6'2") Dominant hand: Left Homeland: Briar Valley Club: Magift Best Subject: Flight Hobbies: Watching horror movies Pet Peeves: Loud people :( Favorite Food: Meat (he once chased down a mouse beastman who wandered into his territory in an attempt to eat it, so he isn't opposed to cannibalism either lmao) Least Favorite Food: Cooked peppers Talent: Tree climbing

Unique Magic: "Trust in Me." As long as they are making direct contact with Kahali, he can force someone to trust in him completely and listen to every word he says. He can also use this to lull someone to sleep. However, it's ineffective against people who also have hypnotism Unique Magic (namely Jamil).

Character summary: Coming from the deep, dark forests of the Briar Valley, Kahali finds technology incredibly interesting, as he has been deprived of such his whole life.

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Backstory: Kahali was born the second oldest of four siblings, all Python Fae (creds to me myself and i for making that up on the spot). As Python Fae, he, his brothers, and his mother lived in the dark outskirts of the forests surrounding the Briar Valley, as the species of Fae typically do. The four grew up playing in the trees and river nearby, causing Kahali to develop decent acrobatic abilities, mainly to show off and impress his younger brothers. Lucky enough to receive magic schooling at a young age, as did his entire family, Kahali began using his magic to lull his youngest brother into a peaceful sleep at night by making him look into his eyes and hypnotizing him. This is what developed his Unique Magic, "Trust in Me", however, due to the lack of an incantation, it was hard to control. He created a pair of glasses to repress this from happening until he developed an incantation and connected it to his magic eventually through a LOT of trial and error, though. Upon joining NRC and being sorted into Ignihyde, Kahali got his first taste of actual, non-magical technology and was absolutely FASCINATED. His favorite part? Not video games, not scarily lifelike robots, fucking HORROR MOVIES. He LOVES horror movies..

Trivia section! -He has a pet ball python that he brought with him to NRC. He chases Idia around the dorm with it and lets Ortho feed it mice. -He originally joined track & field but his flying and magic skills combined with his flexibility and agility made him turn to the Magift club. With more than a little bribing from Leona. Look, Kahali carried Ignihyde at the Magift tournament okay? How could he NOT recruit this man! -He is, possibly, the most outgoing in Ignihyde. That is saying something. He eats lunch in the forest. -He no longer needs his glasses to suppress his UM, but they still do. He has to take his glasses off to enact it. He also just can't see well.

#twst #twst oc #disney twst #twisted wonderland #twistedwonderland #oc #original character #art

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jimintopia · 3 years

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prettiest of them all (1)

genre: college!au, s2l!au, fluff, angst?

pairing: jimin x reader

summary: you're nothing special, just an ordinary girl who's just trying to get through college... but an angelic boy with honey colored eyes thinks you're the most beautiful flower he's ever laid his eyes on.

word count: 1.5k

chapter warnings: swearing (mostly jungkook lmao)

a/n: oh gosh i'm so nervous,, this started out as a tiny drabble i wrote out on the back of my bio notebook in january and two weeks ago i sorta revived the idea lmao. i hope you enjoy this little series of mine!

this fic was made possible by @latetaektalk (thank you so much for those helpful tips! i spent a lot of time formatting and reformatting this post and editing the fic, and your advice helped a lot with that!) and @chimchiekookie (thank you for your encouragement and kind words! you gave me the courage to post, tysm kira). also, to @yuvi-with-luv and @meiadore for just being! i love u crackheads; oKAY that was really long so i'll let you get to the fic oops haha

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(1) only time will tell.

College is not easy. But sharing an apartment with Jeon Jungkook is an entirely new level of difficulty.

“Goodness,” you mutter, stepping around the books and pens scattered on the floor of the living room, your roommate’s half-asleep body slumped across the couch. You can’t even get to the kitchen without tripping over something of his. “Couldn’t you have cleaned up before dozing off? What an idiot.”

“I heard that,” he mumbles drowsily, yawning. “The idiot is clearly you, Y/N. Who the fuck signs up for an eight A.M. lecture on Mondays? Something’s obviously wrong with you.”

That earns him an apple to the head, before you remember it’s supposed to be your to-go breakfast and quickly scramble to retrieve it.

“It’s mandatory,” you tell him. “Can’t graduate without taking it, so I might as well suffer. Psychology majors go to hell anyway, so I signed up knowing what I was getting myself into.” You give your best friend a once-over as he stretches, still on the couch. “You have fun sleeping in, Jeon, but by the time I get back I want you showered and ready for a proper brunch. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he rolls his eyes, but you know he enjoys your routine outings as much as you do. Ever since you met in your second year of high school, it became a little tradition of yours to regularly meet up for lunch on the weekends — and that turned into basically each mealtime once you got to college. “Just go, you’re going to be late. Those tiny legs of yours are gonna have a hard time running all the way to 808. We’re not even on campus.”

“Excuse you?! I’m 5’6”!”

“Y/N,” he sighs, shaking his head pitifully. “That’s like, four inches shorter than me. But nice try.”

Both of you exchange an annoyed glare, but deep down, you’re having your fun bantering with him. It’s a trademark of your relationship, one of the many things you appreciate him for. No one you have met so far could match your sharp tongue as well as Jungkook.

“I do not have time to argue with you right now, Kook.” You glance at the clock, quickly slipping your feet into battered sneakers. “There are leftovers in the fridge — by the way, remember to lock the door if you don’t want Taehyung to visit unannounced again — and I left a carton of banana milk on the bottom shelf, right next to the ketchup. Oh! I did your laundry last night; there’s a pile in your room that you just need to fold and put away. Anything else I’m forgetting?”

“You just dumped my clothes in my room? On the floor?”

You narrow your eyes at him playfully. “Wrong answer, Jeon.”

“Oh, fine.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, ruffling your hair affectionately. “Thank you, Y/N. Now please just go already.”

“Dumbass,” you return, grinning. “I’ll be back soon. I'll bring Taehyung over if I run into him!”

He’s already closed your front door, but you can still hear his shout of protest from the other side, causing you to burst into incessant giggles: “Don’t you fucking dare!”

By some kind of miracle, you actually get to the lecture hall approximately a minute early. You and Jungkook don’t live on campus, but your apartment is pretty close — walking gets you to class in ten minutes, and if you run, you’ll arrive much quicker.

“Yeoreum!” you greet your friend with a whisper as you walk in, tossing your apple core into the small trash can. “You’re actually early for once!”

“Blame Hoseok,” she grumbles as you sit down next to her. “Dumbass woke me up at five in the morning to go run with him, Y/N. Five o’clock. The asshole’s dead to me from now on.”

“That sucks,” you sympathize, but you know she’ll always give in to her twin brother — the two of them are inseparable, as much as she likes to complain about him. “But hey, at least you got your coffee fix!”

Yeoreum lifts the half-empty cup before taking a long sip, a small smile adorning her features. “Also courtesy of Hoseok,” she admits. “He causes a lot of arguments, but at least he knows how to solve them. I like to think I’ve trained him well.”

“I wish I had a sibling,” you sigh wistfully. “A brother, maybe. Or a sister, I wouldn’t really mind. It must be nice always having someone else who understands you.”

“Y/N, you live with Jungkook,” she points out. “He’s basically the brother you’ve wanted your entire life. He has been since we were fifteen.”

“I know, but it’s different. I didn’t grow up with him. Plus, he’s more annoying than a sibling could ever be.”

“And he’s hot as hell.”

“Yeoreum,” you scold quietly, bringing out your laptop for the start of the lecture. “You think everyone you meet is hot. Regardless of whether they’re actually a decent human being or not. That’s probably why you always end up dating assholes who don’t deserve you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she waves you off, not quite meeting your eyes. “Chill, Y/N, I’m not interested. The boy’s just insanely attractive. Can’t I call someone attractive without wanting to get with them?”

You lean over to say something to her, but the entire class quiets down suddenly, so silent that you could hear even the softest whisper.

Professor Ahn strides in with an authoritative air, several books in her arms, followed by a boy whom you’ve never seen in this class before. A new student, perhaps? Or maybe he just transferred departments. You never know — it’s certainly not too late to switch out.

The professor tells him something quickly and he nods, before jogging up the stairs and hastily sliding into the seat right next to you. In fact, it all happens so quickly that you’re still buffering, trying to process what just happened. Instinctively, you move a little closer to Yeoreum.

“Goddamn,” she breathes, eyes wide in surprise. “Y/N, he’s so fine.”

Okay, so that was a bad choice. But the thing is, she’s not wrong.

The guy doesn’t speak to or look at you once during the entire lecture, totally dedicated to typing up everything Professor Ahn is saying — but you can’t help but check him out from the corner of your eye every few minutes. The blond hair is, surprisingly, a very good look on him, and the way the corner of his mouth is always turned upward makes you incredibly curious. What the hell is there to be happy about such an early class?

Ten minutes before you can finally get out of that stuffy hall, there’s a light tap on your right shoulder, startling you. You turn your head around so fast your vision nearly blurs, taking a second to steady again. “Huh?”

The new guy is tentatively smiling at you, like he’s gauging your response. “Hi,” he says, a little hesitant. “Um — do you have a black pen I can borrow? Mine just gave up on me mid-word and I didn’t bring any extra.” You glance over to his side of the bench: sure enough, the last few letters of the word ‘extension’ are so faded out, you can barely see them.

All of your pens are either blue or red, but Yeoreum quickly passes you one of her black-ink fountain pens under the bench, nodding at you in silent understanding. “Here,” you offer it to him, watching the adorable way his face lights up when you hand it to him.

“Thank you! You’re a lifesaver,” he says, quickly scribbling something down. “I can’t fathom using any ink color other than black, it just… doesn’t make sense to me.”

Well, you could type up a whole argument against that, but you hold your tongue for the time being. Instead, you peek over at his notebook curiously, trying to see what he’s so engrossed in writing down. You catch sight of a name printed neatly on the top left corner of the page, and you squint so you can see it better.

Park Jimin. You let it rest in your mind for a moment. It’s a beautiful name, and though you don’t know exactly what it means, you’re sure it would roll right off your tongue if you were to say it aloud.

“I’m Jimin,” he says, right on cue as he returns the pen and you not-so-discreetly pass it to Yeoreum again. “What about you?”

“Y/N.” For some reason, you’re struggling both to find something to say and maintain some kind of calm. You don’t know why he’s making your heart beat faster, only that he is.

“That’s a nice name.” Jimin smiles, and it’s breathtaking. His eyes form little crescents as he beams at you — you! — and for just one second, you can’t think of anything else. A silly crush, you chide yourself, averting your gaze from his face. A few days and it’ll leave on its own.

You want to be right, and you might be wrong, but you have no idea, no way of knowing what the future holds. It’s like they always say — only time will tell.

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mattsunfairy · 3 years

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haikyuu boys on saint patrick’s day

genre: crack humor

notes: i kinda hate myself for this lmao

tendou: convinced goshiki that he’s half irish and therefore has seen a real life leprechaun.

semi: he’s hot so his band probably has a gig at a pub. gets paid and gets free food and even a drink. he doesn’t really care too much for the holiday though.

ushijima: it’s an average day for him. he tries to be a bit more festive and uses some of his free time to look for four leaf clovers do they even have clovers in japan or am i stupid?

lev: goes around the whole day calling yaku a leprechaun and ended the day with a whole bunch of bruises.

kenma: he doesn’t even realize it’s saint patrick’s day until one of his games has like a mini event and he just sits there like oh.

kuroo: all day during practice, whenever someone did something well he’d just shrug and go ‘it’s the luck of the irish’ no, kuroo. it’s not n

oikawa: “it’s saint patrick’s day” he’s overly excited, uses these weird themed pick up lines on his fangirl. it’s kinda disturbing to watch.

iwaizumi: “it’s not a major holiday, we really don’t give a fuck” 100% down with oikawa’s bs, he’s just trying to get through the day.

matsukawa: chugging as many shamrock shakes as he possibly can in the parking lot of a mcdonald’s at 1:30 in the morning.

hanamaki: also chugging as many shamrock shakes as he possibly can in the parking lot of a mcdonald’s at 1:30 in the morning.

bokuto: he was VERY VERY excited, he was even about to start literally looking for the end of a rainbow in hopes of a pot of good. that was until the team had to explain that it was just a myth.

akaashi: tries to hide the fact he enjoys any festive themed food, so same goes with saint patty’s day. he would hate for his team to see him enjoying some type of green dyed food.

tanaka: him and noya follow saeko to a university party and they enjoy themselves. everyone things they’re drunk but no, they’re just like that.

noya: showed up to practice with those cheap dollar store necklaces and hats. he tried to give some to the first years to be a good senpai but regretted it when tsukishima compared him to a leprechaun.

tsukishima: yeah this dude made fun of anyone and everyone who even bothered to celebrate saint patrick’s day. except yams tho.

yamaguchi: he’s sweet, he probably made like cookies and cut them out into clover shapes. he was proud of them and thought they tasted pretty good. any excuse to bake it a good excuse.

hinata: now don’t hate me for this he went to go pick up natsu from school and one of her class mates asked if both of them were like leprechauns or something. now both hinata siblings hate saint patrick’s day.

atsumu: a menace he went up to his fan girl and asked for a ‘lucky saint patty’s day smooch’ before practice.

osamu: not as bad as his brother but one year he was caught wearing a very loud green t-shirt that read ‘kiss me i’m irish’ claimed he didn’t know what it meant when he bought it.

suna: the less expected person to really be into saint patrick’s day. no, yeah i see his sister and family being really into it for some weird reason. he would rather be caught dead though than caught wearing a little buckle hat.

kita: he’s neutral on the holiday. he use to enjoy doing things when he was younger but now he’s just grown out of it. that doesn’t mean he won’t say happy saint patrick’s day to the people he talks to.

aran: he goes a long with it for the sake of his younger brother. like when his parents do the ‘oh no a leprechaun destroyed your room’ he’ll play along.

moniwa: wants to do something fun for the team and he probably prepares a little ‘pot-luck’ yk cuz it’s a bit of a play on words-

futakuchi: grumbles and complains about having to celebrate the holiday but will still eat enough food to give him a stomach ache.

kognegawa: he’s more than happy to celebrate. he even brought a baggie of those coin candies to share with his classmates.

aone: he puts his little turtle in a little leprechaun hat and he probably takes a billion pictures of it.

sakusa: another one who secretly loved celebrating holidays. tbh he probably plays celtic music in his room thinking it’s considered festive. komori caught him once and never let him live it down.

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noa-nightingale · 3 years

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Queer Watcher 2020

I am looking back on this weird, not-so-wonderful year - and on the ways @wearewatcher made my 2020 so much more wonderful. Originally, I wanted to list all the highlights I could think of, but one of the things I am most grateful for is Watcher’s inclusion and support of LGBTQ+ folks. I am just one queer person but I know there are many more in this fandom.

So, this ended up being a list of things I, as a queer person, appreciate and enjoy, and I am so so happy that I can write this. Buckle up, I have Things to say, and it is going to be emotional.

Ryan’s Pride shoes. I sometimes wonder how many sales Converse owes him. I love my own pair btw.

“Look, all I’m sayin’ is, y’know, hey, uh, love everybody.” - Shane Madej, Gangly Puppet Freak. A PSA from the Weird/Wonderful Shakespeare Theatre vid, regarding bisexuality - he is so awkward with it lmao. Whole video has really great vibes too.

Steve/Stephanos.

Various tweets, including wishing us a happy Non-Binary People’s Day and a happy Trans Awareness week.

Ryan and Shane including their pronouns in their twitter bio. (Little things like this don’t go unnoticed, and they are very appreciated.)

Gay Oars! Ugh, my heart. Their first appearance totally caught me off guard, and I haven’t recovered since. (I also causes me no small amount of joy that the most romantic and tragic song of all time is called “Gore on the Shore”.) I could yell about my love for these guys all day. It is a beautiful thing that these characters exist.

Gay Oars, again - I knew they would show up and I still was not prepared. The song made me cry. I haven’t recovered from that one either. I love the progression from the first, tragic song to the second, joyful and loving song. I have so many emotions about these oars, I probably could make an entire list just for them. (Little fun fact: Even though the song made me cry, my first reaction to that episode was to go on tumblr and yell about it excitedly. Like, I was emotional but in an enthusiastic kind of way. The more difficult emotions hit me about four days later, for some reason. And then I sat in my room and cried my eyes out. Like, as much as I like being queer, sometimes it is just damn hard and the pain seems too much and you have been hurt over and over and don’t know if you can ever recover from it. And it is just really good to know that someone cares about your wellbeing as a queer person. Even if you have never spoken to that someone and he does not even know of your existence. And to be honest, I don’t always know how to deal with that. The kindness? The genuine allyship? I have no idea how to handle that, and it simultaneously heals and breaks my heart.)

Every time the words “his boyfriend” were uttered; I am especially thinking of Are You Scared here.

All the fan art Watcher inspired and continues to encourage and to support. There are many great artists in the fandom! And Watcher’s content inspires me to draw and create more myself! How wonderful!

Toxic masculinity who? It is nowhere to be found.

This... special kind of gentle and kind weirdness? It honestly had such a positive impact on me and the way I interact with other people and let them interact with me.

All of the wonderful people Watcher brought in. I am sure they will work with more amazing folks and I am really looking forward to that. Personally, I am hoping to see Eugene Lee Yang at some point. (Would be really happy to see Thomas Sanders too.)

Here’s What You Do. Just the whole podcast. It was such a delight.

I was hesitant to include this because I believe many of us have negative memories attached to it, and it was not a fun time for anyone (including the lovely people at Watcher themselves). But, yes, I am mentioning it: That one HWYD episode and the follow-up. I can only speak for myself, but the follow-up has an incredibly special place in my heart. To me, it is one of the most important videos Watcher has created. I watched it several times, I journaled about it extensively and it made me a better ally. Hell, I even showed it to my mother and one of my siblings (like, the entire video). I know it was a difficult thing to talk about but at this point: A HUGE thank you to Steven, Ryan, Katie and Shane for handling this in an absolutely fantastic way. I feel welcome and seen and appreciated, and in the end all I want is this: For people to genuinely give a shit about me as a queer person.

On a more lighthearted note, I enjoy it way too much that Ryan is able to say “LGBTQ” without stumbling over the letters. It seems like such a tiny thing but it brings me an unholy amount of joy.

The Professor. I don’t want to call him LGBTQ+ because that has not been confirmed as canon but he IS comfortable wearing clothes that are typically seen as “women’s clothing”, and as a trans/non-binary person I am kind of obligated to mention it.

I think I had an out of body experience when Ryan said “Oh thank you baby” to Steven in Too Many Spirits. Then I had to pause the episode to finish laughing. And then they brought it back in the next episode. Bless them.

Every time they/them pronouns were said.

The entire Hatshepsut PH episode. What can I say, I like it when gender norms/expectations/roles are broken. And even if we can’t call Hatshepsut trans by today’s standards, declaring yourself another gender has such power.

Without giving too many details: I had my struggles and problems in the past with Christianity and ~certain~ Christian people, and it is really good (and I mean REALLY good) to see someone whose faith and integrity are so interwoven and who is inspired by his faith to do good things and to do right by people. I obviously only know the things about his belief that Steven decides to put on the internet but what I’ve seen is almost healing to me, in a way. I am very grateful and happy that he is willing to educate others and to keep working on himself. Warms my heart.

The certainty with which these beautiful people call themselves allies.

Just... the general kindness and compassion, and the willingness to listen and to grow. I promise you, we notice and we love you for it.

I could have expanded on all of these points but I tried to keep this short.

And look. I don’t want to put anyone on a pedestal; that would not be fair. I am just immensely grateful for kind people who genuinely care and who genuinely try to do right by others and to bring joy to others.

And I know we like to have fun here but Watcher’s content is just a lot more than entertaining, meme-able fun (although it is that too, of course).

I had a blast with it this year and I am very much looking forward to the next year. I feel like I can’t adequately put into words the myriad of little (and not so little) ways these people have made my life better this year. Thank you from the bottom of my aroace, non-binary heart.

#watcher #steven lim #ryan bergara #shane madej

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coochicatcher · 2 years

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▐ ❅ 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑫𝑼𝑪𝑰𝑵𝑮 › 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒔 ,

𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙐𝙏 , you will find a list of new muses that i’ll be adding to my lists ! i’m honestly ALWAYS adding new muses lmao so you’ll probably come to see many of these posts. i seriously can never stop myself from adding new muses so ya here we go again. someone pls stop me.

muse › myles veal. dylan o’crien. thirty. the philophobic.

born myles nathaniel veal, he grew up in a pretty normal household. he is the older brother to nadiyah veal who is just two years younger. as a child myles was the problem child, always getting into trouble, doing things he shouldn’t be doing & overall just a jerk. in high school he was known to sleep around, but that stopped the moment he met her. the day he met violet was the day that changed his life forever. the two started dating & were together until her passing. violet found out she was pregnant, at the age of twenty eight making myles a father at twenty nine. his life changed the day his baby girl was born. violet didn’t make it through the pregnancy. she passed giving birth to his daughter vivienne. myles then did everything in his power to become the best father to his little girl. he ended up going to the police academy & becoming a local officer. he’s been working in the police force for about 2 years now.

muse › nadiyah krol. emily ratajkowski. twenty eight. the rose colored glass.

born nadiyah vivienne veal, after her grandmother. nadiyah is the younger adopted sibling to myles! they have a pretty close knit relationship & are always there for each other. as children nadiyah was always getting herself into trouble with her older brother. but as the two got older they grew further apart. he ended up settling down & having a child where nadiyah stay single & chased her dreams. she became a young hollywood novelist & has sold some of her books to directors who wanted to turn them into small films. her parents couldn’t be prouder but she only ever really wanted her brother’s approval of her career. the pair went years without seeing each other, but that all changed the day vivienne was born. nadiyah is now taking a break to help her brother out with his daughter as he is often busy in the police business. nadiyah spends a lot of her free time with her niece. however she does do small projects here & there. writing whenever she has muse.

muse › weston ‘ wes ’ novak. nick robinson. twenty six. the sanctimonious.

born weston marcus novak, a prodigal son to his father. he is a brother to three older sisters, meaning he’s known to be favored by his father as his father has always wanted a son. when wes was born he was given everything & anything he wanted. he never knew what it was like to not get something he wanted. you could say he was pretty spoiled in his upbringing. when high school came along he was a straight a student, class honors & class valedictorian at graduation. he then left his home town to study medicine, but soon dropped out & found himself getting into drugs. this went on for about two years. his older siblings babying him & spending money in hopes to get him into rehab & get him the help he needed. at the age of twenty four wes had a complete turn around. he’s now back in college in hopes of becoming a teacher. he also speaks with young teens about the importance of addiction & how it can affect you. but that doesn’t stop him from having a striking ego. he’s still as spoiled as ever. if his sister’s aren’t giving him money then he’s getting it from his mother. this man doesn’t know what it’s like to have a real job as he’s never had to really work for anything other than his sobriety.

muse › flora mori. kaylee bryant. twenty four. the demure.

born flora sakura mori, taking her father’s mother’s name as her middle name. flora has always been proud to know about where she came from, even though she was raised by her mother’s sister since the age of four. flora lost her parents in an accident when she was just a young girl, her parents passing creating a big impact on her growing up. she wanted to be the best she could be, to make her family proud. in high school she was really into drama. she was the lead in her junior and senior year musicals & often sang solos at her choir concerts. flora overall is just a pure soul, someone who loves deeply & is just doing what she can to help others in need. you can always see her at charities in her home town, often running them, sometimes just being there to participate. flora is also an animal lover, so much so that she’s adopted two pups from her local shelter & often volunteers there three times a week. flora is a kindergarten teacher full time & loves teaching children.

#· . ❅ * 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 › ❪ posts by nina. ❫#nadiyah.#myles.#weston.#flora.

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Healing Hands: Chapter 2

I promise I’m not this fast at writing, I’ve just had the first few chapters laying around for a while lmao. Reblogs are appreciated!!

Jasonette Sword Art Online AU

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Chapter 2: u guys r moding my night :(

There was chaos in the Wayne Manor. This was nothing unusual, of course, and today it even seemed to be surprisingly tame. But it was chaos nonetheless.

Timothy Drake-Wayne careened down the spiral staircase, catching himself with a well-timed front flip handspring, and skidded to a halt in the kitchen. Alfred briefly paused to look up from where he was preparing dough for a batch of homemade pasta, then offered the boy a smile and a greeting.

“Good evening, Master Drake. Dinner won’t be ready for another half-hour, I’m afraid.” Tim had opened his mouth to reply when a growl echoed from the nearby ballroom.

Jason Todd-Wayne sprinted into the kitchen brandishing a nerf gun. “There you are, replacement. You won’t get away with beating me this time.” He pulled back the reloader of the play-gun, making a threatening click ring through the kitchen.

“I’m afraid you are both late to the party,” Alfred calmly announced as he mixed ingredients together. “Miss Cain has been here for the past five minutes.”

Cass Cain-Wayne indeed poked her head out from where she had been perched beneath the bar. She gave her brothers a shit-eating grin and wiggled her fingers as way of a cheeky greeting.

Tim gave a groan as he and Jason begrudgingly handed some money over to their sister. “She cheats.” Cass stuck her tongue out at that. “Besides, racing you here was just an excuse to get my mind off waiting for midnight.”

“And because Alfred is the only one polite enough to actually listen to you rave about that stupid game,” Jason scoffed, sitting down at the bar to watch Alfred work.

“--thought I heard voices in the kitchen, oh there you are, little wing!” Dick Grayson-Wayne’s cheery voice came from the foyer, increasing in pitch as he spotted Jason and swept him up into a tight hug.

Barbara Gordon wheeled herself in not too long after, chuckling at the squirming Jason and delighted older brother.

Meanwhile Tim, who had taken offense to Jason’s insinuation, was reassuring Alfred that if he wanted the boys to leave him be he only ever had to ask. “It’s just that I’m so excited for the launch tonight, and you know B is too busy to hear about it.”

Jason had finally muscled his way out of Dick’s embrace as the latter’s attention focused on his youngest brother. “What launch are you talking about?” Dick asked, giving Cass a side hug.

“Oh, tonight is the release of this new VRMMORPG game called Mindscape!” Tim practically bounced as Dick came over to give him his hug too.

Dick gave Barbara a confused glance. “I know some of those words,” he nodded slowly. “So what’s got you so excited? Video games come out all the time.”

Tim rolled his eyes as he sat down beside Jason on the barstools. “Well yeah, but this game has groundbreaking virtual reality tech. Supposedly, the textures took five years and a team of almost 1000 artists.”

Jason put Tim into a headlock and said casually, “I’m surprised you haven’t heard replacement talking about this yet. He kinda won’t shut up about it.”

Cass nodded her head in solemn agreement while Tim struggled to get out of Jason’s grasp.

“Such are the woes of moving out.” Dick shrugged. “Sounds crash though, got room for one more?”

Tim finally shoved Jason off. “I actually bought enough passes that we can all play if you want,” he gave each of his siblings the biggest puppy-dog eyes he could manage.

Barbara snorted even as Dick pumped his fist in the air beside her. She wheeled herself up to the bar to pinch Jason, who was poised to jab his fingers into Tim’s sides. Jason yelped and glared at her as she said, “Sorry Timmy, I’d rather let someone else be the guinea pig for this new kind of tech. Besides, Dad will worry if I let myself get sucked into pouring too many hours into this.”

“Papa Gordon is a force to be reckoned with,” Dick attested earnestly. “Jay?” he prompted.

“Absolutely not,” Jason answered immediately. Tim was quick to protest. “But why? We could spend more time together! It’ll be good team-building.” Jason’s face soured at that.

Dick leaned in and stage-whispered, “Do I have to tell B to force you into family bonding? You know he’ll make you do it.”

Cass covered her silently laughing mouth with one hand as Jason threw his hands up in the air. “Fine, don’t get Bruce involved. I’ll play your stupid game,” he finally relented. Tim grinned at his win, then cast a hopeful look at Cass.

She pulled a face and signed No thank you. Better things to do than watch VR pornos.

Tim’s face blushed profusely as he opened his mouth to protest, but was cut off by Jason’s cackling. Even Alfred cracked a smile while he rolled the dough onto the ravioli press.

Once Jason quieted down, Tim crossed his arms and said, “Suit yourself. Looks like it’ll be no-girls-allowed anyway.”

“Guess we’d better tell Cassie that, Timbo,” Dick wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, which Tim elected to ignore.

“Speaking of suits,” Alfred said while seamlessly spreading filling in the ravioli and placing another sheet on top of the press, “aren’t you boys going to miss the premiere if it is indeed at midnight?”

Tim looked imploringly at the two girls. “You wouldn’t be willing to trade shifts for your favorite brother, would you?”

* * *

Wally West strolled out of the zeta tube and into the Justice League’s satellite, known to himself and the other heroes as The Watchtower. He was dressed in a casual NASA t-shirt and jeans, slurping a smoothie, and playing a game on his phone.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made him look up. He was greeted with the sight of his old team, Aqualad, Superboy, Miss Martian, Rocket, Zatanna, and Artemis, waiting impatiently. They were dressed in full hero attire-- he didn’t even realize Artemis still had her costume-- and looked to him expectantly.

“Hey guys, what’s poppin’?” Wally grinned and gave his friends a lazy chin jerk.

“‘What’s poppin’?’ Babe, are you serious? You told us to meet here ASAP for an emergency. So you can tell us what exactly is ‘poppin’.” Ah yes, his Spitfire. Artemis Crock still wasn’t afraid to give him a piece of her mind. But this time it looked like everyone else was on her side too, as they nodded in agreement with her emphatic air quotes.

“Oh, uh yeah, Mindscape is coming out tonight!” He set his smoothie down on the table. “I got us all passes and I’m super stoked for the launch. It’s got this super cool new VR tech that’s basically being released for the first time ever. I got the equipment through my internship, so we’re all set! You guys are totally coming right?” He made finger guns at his increasingly exasperated friends.

Artemis facepalmed. Kaldur’ahm raised his eyebrows in that I’m disappointed in you but I’m not going to say it way of his and said, “Wally, with you and Artemis retired from the life, understand that we took this to be a literal emergency and rushed to your aid. Do not abuse our good intentions.”

“Seriously West, I have a lot on my plate right now!” Rochelle Ervin was also, apparently, a little upset with him. “You could’ve said it was about a dumb game.”

The speedster tried to do damage control with some lighthearted humor. “Hey guys, stay whelmed. I get it, I probably should have given a few more deets about this very-much-not-dumb game, but do you know how many candy bars I had to eat to win these passes?”

“This is why you’ve been spending so much on junk food?” Oh, he was in big trouble with Artemis now. “You probably didn’t have to eat all of them, babe.”

M’gann M’orzz, Connor Kent, and Zatanna Zatara looked similarly annoyed. Well, the girls did. Connor just looked like his usual brand of annoyed, which was honestly a small victory.

“So...” Wally felt a little sheepish now, “who wants in?”

The rest of the group exchanged a look. Artemis was the first to speak up. “Well, you’ve already invested too much of our money in this to turn back now.” She walked up to him and poked a finger at his chest. “But you owe me so many dinners for this.”

He grinned triumphantly. “Deal!”

Rochelle spoke up next. “Me and my plate don’t need any more helpings, thank you very much. I’ll see y’all at the next team reunion!” She flew out through the zeta tube.

Kaldur clapped him on the shoulder. “If you need any assistance, I will be there. But for now I am running Atlantis in Aquaman’s stead while he is off-world, and I must return to my duties.” He then bid the rest of the team farewell and stepped through the zeta tube.

“Haha, he said ‘duties.’” Wally said once he’d left, then winced as Artemis smacked his arm lightly. Lightly for her. Rubbing his arm, he looked imploringly at his other friends.

M’gann and Conner looked deep in a telepathic conversation, which was just awkwardly intense eye contact for onlookers. Zatanna crossed her arms and sighed, “Fine, why not. I didn’t have plans for the weekend anyway. Lead the way to your chocolate factory, Charlie.”

Connor, having caught the tail end of the conversation, looked confused at the reference. He shrugged and said, “I’m in, could be fun.”

M’gann gave her friends an apologetic smile. “Sorry guys, my uncle needs help back on Mars. There’s tensions between the white and green martians again, and he really needs me there to get it under control.”

She gave Connor a peck on the cheek and left to board the nearby Bioship.

“And then there were four,” Wally said with a smile. “Now let’s go make you guys some avatars!”

* * *

Bart Allen could hardly contain his excitement. Scratch that, he couldn’t contain his excitement! “Bouncing off the walls” may be an exaggeration for most people, but he was not most people. Being the grandson of The Flash certainly had its perks, and being able to literally bounce off the walls was one of them.

The cause of his excitement, his friends Timothy Drake-Wayne and Wally West, had just called to ask if Bart wanted extra passes to the premiere of the biggest video game of the decade. And uh, yeah duh he wanted them! He already had one he’d bought for himself, but bringing four extra friends? So totally crash.

He opened up his phone and pulled up the group chat titled Badass Babes.

CrashBandicoot: hey bitchez n babez (u kno who u r), u ready 4 the best videogame of the yr to drop?!

BlueMenace: ese, do you HAVE to type like that?

WonderBabe: yea it’s super annoying

CrashBandicoot: gtta go fast babez

CrashBandicoot: now answer the question

GreenMenace: oh i heard about that! mindscape, right? isn’t it some vr game

CrashBandicoot: yes! nd i got extra tix, so come ovr to cave

GirlBoss: No can do, got research tomorrow!

MaleWife: you always have research bae. sorry little speedster, gotta drive the lady to work

CrashBandicoot: u guys r moding my night :(

BlueMenace: totally not a word but I’ve got you cariño, be there in an hour

WonderBabe: ah what the heck, I’ve got nothing better to do

GreenMenace: always down to whoop ur ass in video games

CrashBandicoot: u wish

CrashBandicoot: roy?

Ginger1 is typing...

WonderBabe: it’ll be fun! more ~mingling~ with kids our age

Ginger2: Hold on, give him some time

Ginger1 is typing...

BlueMenace: Roy, I can pick you up on my way in if you want

Ginger1 has stopped typing.

Ginger2: Um, he says he’ll meet you guys there

Ginger2: He may have destroyed his phone with his “non-typing” hand

GreenMenace: pog

WonderBabe: see u guys soon!

Bart pumped his fist, then ran at top speed to his boyfriend Jaime’s house, where it looked like he was doing homework. Seriously, on a Friday night? Bart had absolutely no qualms about whisking him into his arms and making for the nearest zeta tube.

“Woah Bart, I said I needed an hour!” Jaime protested.

Bart rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but you definitely don’t have anything due tonight, and we have to make your character online before the launch!”

Jaime just looked resigned as they sped into the zeta tube. He knew what he had signed up for.

#healing hands #jasonette #sword art online au #virtual reality #maribat #maribat fic #batfam #batfam fic #yj #yj fic #young justice #young justice fic

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rebutting and debunking frequently used arguments against macriley

I made this 10-page google doc rant a while ago, but I never ended up posting it. Today, however, I woke up and chose violence. So here it is: my thoughts on frequently used arguments against macriley.

I took some quotes and arguments that people put online (reddit, tumblr..), and I debunked them all :p I feel like I always see the same arguments all the time, and I’m honestly getting a little tired of hearing them. I’m here to settle this once and for all.

and yes, i did manage to cut down the google doc by 3 pages :D (but it's still long af so rip my brain)

1.”Mac and Riley are siblings because Jack is their father”

I can (mostly) get behind the argument that Mac and Riley shouldn’t be in a romantic relationship because of their super strong friendship. Some people really value that sole platonicness, and I get that.

But the argument that I can’t get behind is that: Mac and Riley are siblings because Jack is their father figure”

If you google the definition of “father,” the first result that comes up is: “a man in relation to his children.”

Now, Jack was definitely the father figure to Riley, and I would consider her his child. He raised her. He helped shape her ideals and upbringing.

Mac only met Jack when he left MIT. So it was pretty much after Mac was raised (by Bozer’s parents haha), that Jack really came into his life. Mac already became his own person. (also, I always saw Mac and Jack as more of a bromance)

So because Riley and Mac met Jack at different periods of their lives, and they were raised differently, I wouldn’t say that they were siblings who were raised by the same father.

2. “The show writers left the impression that there was a huge age gap between them”

I understand this a little. I do think Riley was introduced as pretty young and idk naive? Because she was literally in highschool, and then she went to prison, and then she got released into the wild. Personally, when I started watching the show, I googled the whole cast. So I started the show knowing that they were the same age.

And also, the more I got to know Riley, the more that I thought that Riley was more mature and had an old soul herself. I think it was because she was just a dynamic and round character, who is well-developed.

But, I get first impressions. I feel like once you get stuck on an impression, it’s hard to go away from that.

Also, Jack would’ve totally shipped macriley, and you can’t change my mind.

3. "Riley isn't ready for a relationship"

I honestly think that this argument should be more geared towards Mac. He needs to figure himself out and go to therapy ffs. However, this person targeted Riley (the literal queen), so I shall defend her:

I understand wanting Riley to take some time off, and figure herself out before going straight into another relationship with someone. But here’s the thing. Throughout the first few seasons Riley’s character was very well established, and she didn’t have any partners during that time. She has proven that she is a strong, well-rounded, independent woman (with or without a partner). So i think it is valid to say that she isn’t just some girl who only has boy toys. She is much more than that.

My next point is that Riley has made it clear that she wants a lasting relationship with someone who will support her. When talking with Mac in 4.04, we see her express her interest in a stable, healthy relationship. It’s not wrong to go out and look for that potential partner. This applies to everyone (not just fictional characters): It’s going to take a few relationships and self-discovery, to find a good relationship, and people shouldn’t be shamed for searching for that.

Riley has only ever had two major boyfriends that I remember. First was Billy; she took that relationship very seriously. She really did seem happy with him. It was a shame that he cheated on her. Second was Aubrey. She also took that relationship very seriously. She had been living with him for six months (and they even had the cutest date nights!) So I wouldn't say that Riley only has boy toys. She has meaningful relationships.

Lastly, I think this was written when season four started airing, but it’s been over a year (and a pandemic) since Riley has dated. I think enough time has passed.

*4. I had to split this one up because, oh boy, there is a lot to unpack here.

4a. “If that was the direction they’d chosen to take with that relationship from square one… My issue with it is that Mac and Riley were presented to us as friends/ found siblings for three years. There were NO romantic vibes to speak of between them..”

I actually felt the same way about macriley. The thought of them being together in season one, made me want to throw up. I don’t think the writers intended on having macriley, and I was perfectly fine with that.

I know that people look for different things when they ship. Some really like having instant gratification with the spicy, hot, sexy parts of a relationship, like macdesi (which is why I was fine with the idea of shipping macdesi in the past).

I always wanted to see macriley do more: have hot, flirtatious banters/interactions. it can be hard to ship people who seem to be missing that part of the love equation. So i agree. It's definitely strange. And I understand if you genuinely have a hard time seeing the romantic potential of macriley, when the writers have only dragged out and shown us the platonic potential of them.

Also, the reason why it is difficult to see macriley as romantic, was because they ALWAYS PRIORITIZED AND WERE DRIVEN on their friendship. A partner should be friends first, and then makeout buddies second.

But just because people start off as friends, doesn’t mean that they still don’t have that potential to be lovers. Because guess what?! Feelings change. It’s now canon that Riley has feelings for Mac, and Mac always had feelings for Riley (but never acted on it).

I'm sorry, but you like a boomer when you say “bAcK iN mY dAy, tHeY dIdN’t HaVe fEeLiNgS fOr EaCh oThEr.” like okaAAAyyYYyYY????? We are not “back in your day” anymore. We are in the present. We are in today. And today, macriley is real :)

4b. “There’s the incredibly tired trope where long-term coworkers suddenly catch feelings for each other out of nowhere”

Personally, I will never get tired of the friends to lovers trope. I think the fact that Mac and Riley had such a strong friendship and foundation is what makes them perfect. Again, I know that some people just like instant gratification, but I love when a couple can take their time to have depth, emotion, and realness in their relationship.

Obviously I am biased because I have so much love for this trope, it's my favorite trope, but I don't see why you would use the “it’s overused” as reasoning to hate a ship. Just because a trope is used a lot, doesn’t mean it is bad (that’s probably why it is so good lmao). I can understand getting tired of it, and growing a dislike towards a trope. For example, I have grown an extreme dislike towards the love triangle.

A bit of a tangent: But the difference between overusing love triangles and overusing friends to lovers, is that love triangles aren’t just commonly used tropes. They are cliches. They cause unwanted drama and unnecessary hurt to one character. Whereas friends to lovers doesn’t involve as much drama and pain for a character. It is more of just angst between two people. And we know that they will get together eventually with a happy ending. So it was never really problematic.

And even then, the great thing about overusing or utilizing tropes, is that they can act as a guide. It allows the show writers and cast to make it personal, make it their own, adding their own special flair to it

I just don’t see the “this trope is used a lot” as a valid reasoning for disliking a ship .It just seems like this commenter doesn’t like the friends to lovers trope for the sake of not liking it.

I could be very wrong in my assumption of this person’s thoughts on friends to lovers, maybe there is a deeper reasoning as to why they don’t like it, but the tone that i interpreted when i read this section, was that they don’t have a real reason to dislike it, it’s more of just because.

4c.“then there's the fact that Riley had a mostly single Mac in her life for 3-4 years and she never even considered him romantically until he was with someone else”

First: Riley didn’t CHOOSE to fall in love. You may recall that “emotions aren’t a science. You can’t control them.”

Second: Mac was broken up with Desi when she caught feelings for him. Plus, the moment Riley saw that Mac and Desi were getting happy together, she moved out and gave them space. She sacrificed her own feelings for his happiness, despite the fact that her heart was breaking.

4d. “and finally, Mac not only still doesn't seem to even have Riley on his radar in that way but he literally told another woman that he loves her just last week. Neither of them look particularly good here if they get together now.”

I'm assuming that this was written when 4.12 first aired. I'm also assuming that this comment was more directed towards the idea of Mac and Riley getting together immediately at the end of the season, rather than later down the road. I always saw of macriley as more of endgame material. That i would see them get together sometime in the future. So I agree. Macriley getting together during that time period, would be too rushed and unsatisfying.

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So those were most of the supposed arguments that I saw for people who were against macriley, but I also wanted to provide some really good examples of people who were very respectable, and actually had valid reasoning for disliking them.

1. they just don’t like shipping in general

Ships can be annoying af. Seeing people ONLY focus on the ships is sometimes tiring. I, myself, even feel a little guilty making this post, because I need to chill and mind my own business lmaooo. I really should let people do whatever they want to do with their lives, and not get caught up in the ships, but here I am :p

Anyways, I know that there is a lot of unnecessary drama that comes with shipping, and it's tiring to see people constantly go on and on about romance, when there are other perfect things about the show.

2. No matter how hard they try, they just feel it.

This is literally so dumb (and a little hypocritical/self-contradictory), but if you have a gut feeling, and you just can’t get yourself to ship it, I get it. If you truly and genuinely believe that they are best platonic friends, I can't change your opinion. And I have respect for you (if you say it in a kind manner).

Here is a nice example of a person who expressed their opinion in a nice way, with no BS.

So the moral of the story: I can't control your deepest thoughts. I can't control your gut feelings. And that’s okay. But the moment that you start backing up your thoughts and insights with BS reasoning, is the moment that I lose respect for you.

#macriley #macgyver #sorry that was so freaking long

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anapologethicc · 2 years

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Your tags on this post. 🤯🤯🤯 All of my feelings put into words. Including the education and marriage bit.

We went to a close family wedding last month and evveryone was asking the girls when they were going to marry. My older sister just blushed cuz yk it's a pretty forward question for students ffs. I feel a bit proud of myself for saying that I'll marry when I marry. I feel like no one is in a position to tell me what I should do with my life and when. My father and mother have been very supportive in the matter of me getting my education. They have said it to me time and time again that they'll support me in anything I do, so long it's not drugs but that goes unspoken cuz obviously I won't do drugs. I've made it pretty clear to them that I have some goals to achieve before starting a family or marrying anyone. Of course I'd love to have a family, but I wanna do some things on my own first.

And ear piercings are not really a very big deal. Literally everyone has them/ has had them. My nieghbour's son wears a bali even though he's 8. No one even thinks that peircings are cuz of the so called 'male consumption'. It's tradition. It's been going on since ages. There was this show called 'Upanayan Ganga' which re-aired on Doordarshan last year during COVID lockdown's and all, and they literally showed Shri Krishna's karnavedh samskara. It's so very natural for us to peirce the ears of babies and no one gives it much thought besides "it's tradition so we're doing it".

I literally am so so so speechless by your tags cuz. YES! TO ALL OF THAT!

Love love, xx

hi bubbie <33

ahahah omgg thank you!! i was like kuch zyada toh nahi bol diya lmaoo. but ahhh omg so proud of you for saying that!! also i know that feeling. literally every time we call up my grandparents, i get asked when i'm gonna get married. cause my dad's the oldest sibling and i'm the oldest child. dadi, nani, literally everyone keeps telling me that i should get married right after my uni graduation. and my response to that is always. "if you even think about getting me married before i'm 30, i WILL run away." and everyone always takes me seriously and shuts up because they know not to test me. they know i'm capable of it (i'm the rebel child)

this ended up being a very long and personal rant. it's open for all to read. if you're interested :) shreya i hope you don't mind reading this ahah. mwah

then the otherside of it is that they compare me with my mother who they married off at the age of 23. TWENTY THREE. and she was a PCM student. she did triple science and math in college. SHE WENT TO COLLEGE!!! and for some unknown fucked up reason they still married her off. and she had me at 24. TWENTY FUCKING FOUR. unfathomable to me. she was barely even married for a year before she had me. i'm literally only a year and few months older than my parents wedding anniversary.

my mom hates cooking and cleaning and everything to do with running a household. she still loves learning and she teaches tuition to some kids for free because she doesn't want to ever forget all that she learnt. she's fucking smart. and she never fails to remind me of it every single day lmao. so it's really easy for someone to say that parents shouldn't be putting their unfinished dreams and expectations unto their children. but jesus fuck. she was 24. she didn't have a choice. she had to move away from everything she knew. it's something white people especially white women will NEVER understand. my mother will never say it out loud but she regrets not doing anything with her degree and she regrets not studying further. she did TRIPLE SCIENCE AND MATH and SHE LIKED IT!! she can be very passive aggressive when i don't work hard in school and not because she's forcing me to do things she never could but because she knows that if SHE got that opportunity she would make the best of it.

and my dad. my dadi hated the fact that i was a girl. my dad's the oldest. i was the first child in the family and she would constantly make snide comments about the fact that i was "a girl". she calmed down a lot and was a lot nicer after my younger brother was born. but my dad never even went to college. he barely passed high school. he can be a lot of things, rude, impatient. but one thing he never did was stop me from doing what i wanted. he always tells me that i'm the only hope of the family (out of all the kids in our family) because he's always believed i'll make something of myself. when i was younger and my dad used to tell me that money is the most important thing, i would always argue with him that it's not, that the most important thing is happiness. and he learnt it. just like that. it's the reason why i'm doing my bachelor's in education and not a stupid business degree like the rest of my irl desi friends. i remember arguing with him about the fact that nobody would shut up about getting married, and he said to me that if i could support myself, have a stable job and income, he would never force me to get married. but then on the other hand, he's also said you have 2 options, either work hard and study or get married. so it's eh.

it's not to say that my parents are perfect. hell no. i'm hella traumatized. but i think after a certain point in my life i realized that they're also human. they did what they thought was best at that point and that's okay. and that they were so fucking young. i'm gonna turn 20 this year. and i graduate at 23. i can't even fathom having to deal with the responsibilities of a household as well as a child at that age. and on top of that moving away from india to settle in hong kong. i'm a first generation immigrant child. of course i'm fucking traumatized. but i also know that a lot of decisions that my parents made, they were forced to make them under the circumstances.

also i know that ear piercing is a traditional and cultural ritual in many parts of the country and yeah. even in mandirs today (sidenote: my family is very religious) the gods are all made to wear earrings. they all wear heavy golden jewellery. it's always been a part of our tradition and culture and it's never been about gender. people of all genders used to get their ears pierced. like i said. it was BECAUSE of western influences that earrings or necklaces on men were considered to be "feminine". even now boys and men in india love to get their ears pierced. and so many people do it for boys at a young age. and i get that it might not be perfect. no culture or tradition ever is. but leave it to US to be critical of our own cultural and traditional practices. someone who does not have the same experience will NEVER understand.

one more point to add real quick. it's a backward western belief that our parents or poc aren't capable or change and are woc are considered to be the pillars of misogny and patriarchy. but that's not true. yes it's harder for our parents to adapt and change their ways of thinking just as hard as it is for some white people to believe that white supremacy is a thing and it's harmful. but that's not to say they're completely hopeless.

in our home for example. ever since my brother became a teenager he has this habit of walking out of the bathroom or around the house shirtless. and every time he did, i would tell him to put on a shirt but he would just make fun of me. and one day i completely lost my shit. i got so mad at my mother, and i screamed and i said. the next time i see him half naked in the house, i will walk out of my room in a bra and then we'll see what you do about that. and i said the same to my brother. i said if you wanna walk around with your shirt off in the house, i will do the same. ever since then he's shit scared of me. he always has a shirt on in the house.

i get that it's a very small and simple thing and maybe might not mean much. but now my brother understands. he gets it. he gets that it's unfair that he can come out of the bathroom in a towel while i have to come out of the bathroom fully dressed. everytime i come out of my room to ask my mother's opinion on my outfit and i hear him comment on what i'm wearing. he gets a lecture. i ask him why he thinks he has the right to comment on what i'm wearing. who he thinks he is to be able to pass commentary on what i want to wear. slowly he's learning. the other day i came out of my room to asked my mother about her opinion and my brother opened his mouth to say something. i gave him one look and he shut up and said "i have no right" and i was like "correct" and he silently went back to his room.

these are not big things and my family prolly still isn't as forward minded as i'd like them to be. but it's sometimes the little things. like the fact that my dad and brother have stopped commenting on what i wear. how my dad makes my brother do his bit of housework. even after being told by so many people that aren't my parents upset that their oldest child is a "girl", my dad has never treated me like i couldn't do something. and he's always treated me like i'm the ghar ka beta. which is a huge thing for me. my mom's never forced hyper feminine clothing onto me and somedays she'll go out and buy a shirt from the boys section for me. my dad's always made sure i knew how to fix things around the house. hell i'm better with a screwdriver and carpentry tools than any other 'girls' my age. (but that's also prolly cause i'm a lesbian lmaooo) But it's sometimes the little things that matter in a brown household. our parents aren't perfect, our families are fucking dysfunctional. but at the end of the day, they've all faced the generational trauma that comes with being brown and from a patriarchal and misogynistic society. and they're all human and they're all trying their very best to learn things that to them seem unfathomable. and yeah it's up to us to break that cycle but also to remember to be compassionate and kind towards them while they learn and try to do the same in their own small little ways.

but even after all of this. no white radfem is allowed to be critical of our lives. they don't fucking understand and they never will. they don't know our cultural, our traditions or our history. even today, i never speak over people living in india talking about their experiences in the country as a minority. because i know that i have NO firsthand experience of it. yes i've heard about it, yes i know the experience of being brown in a predominantly chinese society. but i will never know the experience of being a minority be it a woman or queer person living in india. i can only try to help them amplify their voices. it's that simple. and the radfems will never ever understand this because they have a skewed perception of poc and esp of woc.

i'm sorry if this is not what you expected. but i hope i made sense and thank you for letting me go on this rant. i love you <3

#this is very long #and just #i'm mad #that post really fucking pissed me off #they had NO RIGHT #none at all #just what the fuck man #you don't know our experiences #stop fucking talking over us #this really did end up being a very very long rant #some of it might not make sense #pls don't hold this over me #but it's just how i see it #and i hope it makes sense and stuff #anyways #ily shreyaa<33333 #inbox

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of-a-chaotic-mind · 3 years

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Life After Losing Him

Summary: Reader goes about their new daily life but soon runs into the best friend they had lost several months prior.

TW/CW: Platonic!Reader x Sam and Dean Winchester (mostly Dean tbh). Classmate bullying Reader. Should College Student Reader be a warning? Bc I feel like it should lmao. Lots of swearing. Dean does the silver blade test so a wound and blade are mentioned. I don’t think there’s anything else but lmk if I should add something.

Requested?: Yes, a lovely Anon said, “Hello love, your writing is really good and I love how active you are on your account it’s very impressive I could never 🥰 I would be so honored if you could do a platonic imagine for me??? I had in mind like Dean going to hell and coming back and being mad at Sam because he stopped hunting and maybe being mad at reader for moving on and going to college/not trying to help Sam? Idk if that makes any sense lol”

Word Count: 1,880

A/N: So, Dean isn’t as angry as I could’ve written him to be, I didn’t really include Sam much in this one, and it’s mostly Reader going about her day in her new life. If enough of you want it, I could write a second part where Dean and Reader get home and talk to Sam or whatever. I hope this is alright. I personally really like some bits of it but as a whole it feels off to me for some reason.

Your POV

I grabbed the car keys off my side table before heading out my bedroom door with my backpack slung over my shoulder. I stopped in the kitchen to grab the lunch I had packed the previous evening and a thermos of coffee before heading out for another day of boring ass classes. When I enrolled at the local community college to major in folklore and mythology, I thought the classes would be more interesting and it would be a piece of cake but unfortunately, I got stuck with a boring professor who obviously didn’t even want to be teaching the class in the first place. I push the garage doors open before making my way over to the car. I open the door and drop down into the driver’s seat, set my thermos in the cupholder near my feet, and toss my backpack and lunchbox into the passenger seat. After closing the door, I sigh as I place my hands on the steering wheel, “Alright, Baby. Another day without him but I know you’ve still got my back.” I reach over and pat the dash before cranking the ignition and pulling out of the garage to head for school. The ride to school is quiet aside from the classic rock drifting softly through the speakers.

I manage to find a decent parking spot within walking distance of my class but have to mentally prepare myself before grabbing my coffee and backpack and stepping out of the car. I lock the doors, shut mine, and head towards class. On autopilot, I find the classroom that I need and take my usual seat near the front against a wall and turn my back to the wall as I always do. Aside from a few who like to get here early for the same reason I do, to get our favorite seats, the majority of the class hasn’t arrived yet so I pull out my notebook, pen, and coffee. I avoid all eye contact with the others in the room and label my notebook page for today’s lecture. For the most part, people around here seem to avoid me although I haven’t decided if it’s because I intimidate them or because they think I’m “one of those backwoods crazy people” or perhaps it’s both. Regardless, it suits me fine. I’m not here to make friends, I’m here to get a degree and do something useful with my new life. When he died, Sam and I both agreed to not try to find a way to bring him back and try to create a normal life. Every now and then, I secretly take a hunt but it’s usually nothing more than a basic salt and burn case. I did get a job at a local mechanic shop. They were practically begging me to take the job when I showed up for the interview in Baby.

I’m pulled from my thoughts as a loud group of guys enter the room. I try to ignore them but as per usual their little pack leader wants to try to ruin my day. He calls out to me but thankfully before he can start something, the instructor enters and tells him to have a seat. I’ll have to give this instructor points for at least not putting up with any bullshit like that in his class. Anyway, the rest of the class joins shortly and takes their seats and, on the dot, as always, the instructor starts his lecture. A miserable hour and a half later I have several pages of notes, most of which are completely false from a hunter’s perspective, about topics I already know the truth about just so I know what the instructor will expect on the test. The instructor dismisses us so I pack away all my things and head back to the car to eat lunch before my next class.

I’m about halfway back to the car, which is completely hidden by a huge, jacked up, 4x4 pickup truck, when the loud group of guys catches up to me and their leader calls out again, "Hey, nerd! Why don’t you stop for a second? I didn’t get a chance to take notes in class and I want to get pictures of yours.”

I ignore him and keep my head down as I mumble under my breath, “yeah because you were sleeping,” and continue to the car. As I come around the back end of the pickup and approach the car, I slam into something, or rather someone, sturdy and nearly get knocked on my ass if it weren’t for the person catching me. Out of instinct I go to grab my dagger out of its sheath under my sleeve but the person grabs my hand, “Don’t pull that thing out here. It’s just me.” Hearing that voice causes pure shock mixed with a touch of suspicion to wash over me. I look up and into the face of my formerly, dearly departed best friend, Dean Winchester. However, before I can ask questions or even test to make sure it’s him, the small group of my classmates rounds the end of the pickup truck causing Dean to push me behind him in a protective way.

The pack leader grins mischievously, “Who’s this? You know this guy, nerd?”

I roll my eyes but Dean speaks up for me, “I’m (Y/n)’s brother you little bitch. Now, fuck off and leave her alone.” In all honesty, Dean wasn’t biologically my brother but he and Sam have been the closest thing to having any siblings in general that I’ve ever gotten.

The pack leader looks around Dean at me, “This true?” I nod. He laughs, “Well, I don’t know which of you are driving this piece of junk but you should probably get with the times and stop driving this old rust bucket. Maybe you could upgrade to a nice truck like mine here,” he taunts patting the truck parked beside us.

“Your attention seeking, overcompensating piece of shit on wheels could never handle the things this car has been through,” Dean argues, stepping forward. I grab his arm and tug in attempts to get him to back down, no luck.

The guy scoffs, “Yeah right. I bet if your little friend behind you there hit a curb it’d tear this car to pieces.”

Before Dean can get into a fist fight, I unlock the car door and shove him in before climbing in myself. Unfortunately, the asshole doesn’t get the hint that I’m leaving and leans back against Baby. I check the mirrors to make sure that I’m not going to run anyone over before driving forward out of my spot, mentally thanking whoever didn’t park there or had just pulled out of the spot in front of me, causing the pack leader to fall on his ass. I laugh to myself as I watch in the rearview mirror and then take off. I find a secluded spot on campus to park so that I can test Dean, figure out what the hell happened with him, and eat my lunch before my next class in four hours. When I put the car in park, and look over, he’s already rolled his sleeve up and has a silver blade ready for the test. He presses the blade into his arm right above another wound that looks fresh.

“I figure if Sam wanted all the tests done then you definitely will,” he grumbles before wrapping his arm having sufficiently proven he’s not allergic to the silver. I grab the bottle of holy water that I keep in my backpack and hand it to him. He takes a sip of it before handing it back to me. I nod in understanding before grabbing my lunchbox to eat.

Once I’ve opened my sandwich, I take a bite, chew, and swallow before asking, “What happened this time?”

“I don’t know, Sam’s working on that now,” he pauses, watching me, “I’d like to know what the hell happened to you.”

“There it is again. You never call him Sam but that’s twice in just the past few minutes,” I muse, avoiding his question, “I guess you’re pissed at him because he stopped hunting?”

“Yeah, and it seems to me like you did too so why don’t you answer my question?” he replies.

I sigh, and toss my sandwich back onto the paper towel in my lap, “After we lost you, Sam and I agreed to not go looking for a way to bring you back and to start living a normal life. Granted, I always mentally thanked him for phrasing it that way because that meant if a way to bring you back fell into my lap then I could take the opportunity. Regardless, I got a job at a mechanic shop nearby and started classes here for a degree in folklore and mythology.”

He scoffs and whips his head around to look out the windshield, “So you stopped hunting too. What the hell is wrong with you two?”

“The two of us didn’t stop hunting. He did,” I snap back, “He doesn’t know it but I go on hunts every now and then when the apple pie life gets too boring.”

“What about that asshole back there? Why do you let him bully you?” he asks, nodding his head toward where we had come from earlier.

“He’s always trying to pick on me but I ignore him for the most part and keep my dagger in my sleeve just in case. The less attention I draw to myself the better.” I answer.

“You’re really balancing all this? Like, you go to class and study for exams and shit but then every now and then you go hunting during the weekend?” he asks and I nod. “So, what about Sammy?”

“He got a job, even been on a few dates but like I said, he stopped hunting, as far as I know anyway,” I respond. My phone dings before either of us could say anything else so I pick it up to check it and find that my instructor for my other class for today has sent out a message to cancel it for today. I toss the phone down onto the seat between us and stuff my sandwich and everything else I had pulled out back into my lunchbox before putting the car in drive and backing out of this spot.

“What are you doing?” he questions, once again. I swear if he doesn’t knock it off with the questions, I’m going to roundhouse his ass.

“Going home. My other class for today was cancelled,” I answer shortly.

He’s quiet until we get to the campus entrance, “Can we- uh- Can we stop and get a burger on the way?” I nod as I laugh at him. This is probably going to be weird to adapt to but we’ll figure it out. The three of us always figure things out. Honestly, if this turns into something bigger, as it usually does, then wouldn’t mind quitting school. Turns out it’s not all it’s cracked up to be and definitely not for me. I just hope Dean won’t sulk too long about how Sam and I handled life after losing him.

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cottage-babe · 4 years

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Burning Scars part II

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Thank you all for the support, it means a lot!!!

I really hope I can keep up with this posting schedule lmao

Summary: Y/n, a werewolf from a hidden village, comes across Zuko and Iroh after being exiled. How has fate intertwined the wolf into the avatar's destiny?

*****TW SEXUAL HARASSMENT NEAR THE END*****

This chapter takes place somewhere between S2 E8 and S2 E11

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Deciding to rob Lee and Mushi was probably the best decision Y/n had ever made.

After their invitation to bring her to a nearby town, the trio ate a small breakfast, packed up, and started on their journey. And let her just say; the breakfast couldn't even compare to the food she ate as a werewolf. It was like a crumb next to what she normally ate.

Sigh, she really wished she could go out and hunt a quick meal, but that would be really hard to explain to the boys.

Other than that, everything sailed by smoothly. Mushi and Y/n rode on the back of their ostrich-horse while Lee walked beside them. They couldn't all fit on the animal (when they tried, Y/n was almost sitting on Lee's lap and it made him jump off, red faced and set on walking instead). They traveled quite slowly due to this, but the pace seemed faster because of the conversations held by two of the members. They spoke of stories of their past, but never quite revealed enough to show who they really are.

"...I had traveled to many places a long, long time ago. I met with and studied so many people and cultures, that I see myself as a blend of everything." Mushi stated as he looked over his shoulder.

Y/n sat behind him and had both legs on one side of the ostrich-horse. She had trouble bringing one leg over, so she instead sat in this position. It helped that they were moving slowly, so she only had to hold on tightly to the saddle.

"That must be why you're so pleasant to be around!" She laughed. "You're the best part of everyone and everything."

Lee snorted at that. Y/n straightened her back and her eyes turned to slits.

"Maybe you could use some of that enlightenment, Lee." She sneered.

Lee just rolled his eyes and continued to look forward. Y/n huffed with her arms crossed. This boy was so annoying, all of the time. She had tried to make friendly conversation with him before, but he only answered with a single word or with nothing at all. And it definitely didn't help that she found him cute… but that was beside the point. His looks could only get him so far.

Mushi looked between the two children with a knowing smile on his face. It confused Y/n, but she ignored it once the old man started to talk again.

"Now, Y/n, the best place I have ever traveled to is the Spirit World," he began. "It is a realm where only spirits and those with enough purpose can flow through. It is wonderfully calm, and wonderfully dangerous. I am sure you have heard of this?"

The girl nodded her head. She wanted to ask him what his purpose for going was, but decided against it. "Yeah, I have. There was someone in my village that traveled through it frequently; one of our teachers. She told us that there was a werewolf spirit guarding us. Many believe that it is one of our original founders."

She hadn't realized it until Mushi spoke, but she had given away a bit too much information on her people. Even if she was never allowed to go back, she wouldn't knowingly risk their safety.

"A werewolf! I have heard stories of them, but many don't know if they were even real. Have you heard about them, Lee?"

The boy rolled his eyes once again and sighed. "No, Uncle."

Wow, two words, must be some sort of record!

"Well," Mushi cleared his throat, "there was a town called Tayiro a very long time ago. The kind citizens were attacked by a pack of werewolves one night. The village fought hard and came out victorious, but with great losses. The villagers warned nearby towns of the invasion and soon they had figured out that the hybrids were living among them, waiting and planning to attack. The information spread all around the world; all until there was not a single werewolf left.

I am quite surprised to hear that your people think of the wolves as protectors. I have only heard of the species being talked about in fear, but it's relieving to hear a different perspective."

Mushi sent Y/n another smile and she tried to send one back, but her thoughts weighed down the corners of her mouth.

Was this really what humans think happened? That the werewolves were the bad guys?

Hearing this new story silenced Y/n for the rest of the trip. She was so stuck in her head that she didn't even notice when they had made it to town.

"Well, we're here." Lee stated as he turned to look at the duo.

His eyes turned over to the girl as she slid off the saddle. Mushi soon joined her on the floor and Lee took hold of the ostrich-horse's reins.

The boy stood awkwardly in the silence before saying, "I guess this is goodbye then."

She looked to the floor in silence. She didn't want to say it, but this was probably one of the best times she's had. Conversing with an old, wise stranger, being offered food, a place to sleep for the night AND a ride to town. Y/n was so extremely lucky to have fate intertwine her life with these two strangers.; even if one was slightly a nuisance to her.

She looked back up to say her thanks, but paused when she saw a staring match happening between the boys. She chose not to speak until they decided that one was victorious.

"You know, nephew, I think we need to buy some supplies before we leave town." Mushi stated with a satisfied smile on his face.

Lee glared a bit longer, but eventually gave up and groaned out a "fine."

Mushi looked at Y/n with the smile still adorning his face. "If you'd like, we can accompany you for a while longer?"

"Oh! I would love the company!" She said happily.

If she was being honest, Y/n was a little frightened by the size of the town. She had been to human villages before, but never one this big. Every once in a while, she and her siblings would sneak out at night to visit a festival in a nearby town. It was very forbidden in her pack, but they did it anyway.

The four of them would change into their human skins, then into a pair of clothes that they kept hidden from their parents, and leave once the rest of their pack slept. They would spend the night stealing food, then dancing with the humans until the sun began to rise. Then they would rush back home to pretend that they were asleep and be an exhausted mess for the rest of the day. Ahh, those were the good days.

But now she was here, with no family or friends other than the strangers she met with yesterday afternoon. So, if they wanted to "accompany" her while they bought supplies, she would gladly accept their offer. It's going to be terrifying once they leave and she's going to have to fend for herself, in a place where her kind was definitely not welcome.

So the three of them tied their horse to a stable and explored the village. The two men stood on both sides of her and slowly began buying many things. The amount of money they had surprised her; whenever they saw something they wanted, they bought it. When she came to the festivals, she often saw people counting their change to see if they could afford something, but that wasn't the case with these two.

Suddenly, Lee looked over to Y/n.

"Are you not going to buy anything?"

"I-uh," she stammered, "I don't have any money. I lost it all when I was attacked by that animal."

There was some truth in that, but also some lies. Lee, however, couldn't seem to notice as he nodded his head and looked down. Y/n never had any real money, especially since her pack didn't use a currency.

Eventually, the three of them stopped at a cart selling food. Lee talked to the man and bought three... bread things? She had never seen it before.

Lee handed one to his uncle, and, surprisingly, to Y/n. She looked at him in shock. This was probably the nicest thing he's ever intentionally done for her.

Lee rolled his eyes. "You're welcome. Don't get so emotional, I just felt bad for you."

The girl nodded her head and smiled at him before looking at the food in her hand. Lee and Mushi had already begun to eat while she simply stared at it. It was a flat square with ridges on the sides. The center was puffed up like it had something in the middle and a white powder dusted the top of it.

At her village, they never had real foods; they hardly ever cooked anything since they would hunt, eat, and live in their wolf forms. The only time she ever had any specialty foods was when they stole them, but those had always been round, sticky, sugary foods. This was completely different.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Mushi asked her, already halfway done with his.

She glanced around in surprise before realizing how odd she probably looked. She quickly took a large bite and chewed. The flavors hit her hard.

It was a lot harder than the soft dough balls she had at festivals, but not by much. The powder on top was sweet and the square was filled with a fruit jam. All together, it was probably the best cooked food she'd ever had.

"This is so good!" Y/n exclaimed with wide eyes. She continued to take another bite. "What is this?!"

Lee looked at her in confusion.

"It's just a strawberry tart. Have you never had it before?"

Y/n took another bite and shook her head. "Never. My... Town didn't appreciate sweet foods like this! I didn't know what we were missing out on!"

She smiled at Lee and, while he indeed was confused, he gave a small smile back.

"Your town is so different from everything, what did you say the name of it was?" Mushi asked as he finished his dessert.

"Oh. It's uhhh..." Y/n desperately looked around. Luckily (well not really), a rat scurried off in front of her and into a dark alley. "... Ratodo. It's really far from here."

Mushi furrowed his eyebrows and rubbed his chin.

Y/n held her breath as she watched him think. She definitely could've thought of something better.

"Yes, I think I heard of them."

She let out her breath in relief. Ratodo... Really?

After that tense moment, the three of them continued on with their shopping trip. While the boys bought things, Y/n looked around and tried to think of a way to survive. She thought about living out in the woods in her werewolf form, but that would be too risky. Her pack or some random civilian could find her.

The best case scenario would be to live as a human.

That couldn’t be too hard, right?

Everything here was based on a currency, so all she needed to do was find some money and buy necessary things. She could always go out and hunt food, so that wouldn’t be a problem. Maybe one of the cart people would offer her a jo-

“Alright, so we have a little bit of money left, I think Y/n should take it to buy some clothes.” Lee interrupted her thoughts.

“Ahhh! That is just what I was thinking, nephew!” Mushi smiled. “I knew you had some kindness left in you.”

Lee scoffed, “I just want my clothes back, old man.”

While they spoke, Y/n just looked between them in awe. The spirits really handed her these two beings, all for free.

She looked around at the building they were standing in front of. It had the word Tailor painted above the door in a cursive writing. A glance into the windows showed mannequins wearing fancy gowns; something that looked way too expensive, even to a girl who didn’t understand money.

“I’m really sorry I took your clothes, Lee,” she apologized.

The boy raised an eyebrow and looked her in the eyes. She could only hope that he saw sincerity in them.

“It’s fine. It’s not like we wanted to see you running around naked anyway.” Lee looked to the ground. “Let’s hurry up and buy the clothes. We gotta leave town soon.”

He rushed her into the store and towards one of the workers. Y/n sighed, if only she could be apart of their adventure, everything would’ve worked out so much smoother.

Lee and Y/n talked to the seamstress over the price of clothing, materials, colors, everything. They settled for a dress, since it was less fabric and easier to make. The workers pushed her to the backroom; separate from Lee. She spared him one last look before disappearing in confusion.

There were three ladies in the room with her. They guided her to a stand and asked her to remove her clothes so they could get exact measurements. The girl started with her pants, then began to remove her shirt. Before it could even get halfway up her stomach, the ladies had gasped and two turned to look the other way.

“Oh dear,” the one still looking said in confusion, “whatever happened to your... underlings?”

Y/n tilted her head, then realized what she meant. The girl shoved her shirt back down to cover her parts and blushed brightly. Once again, human traditions had slipped her mind.

“I don’t have any. They won’t be too expensive, will they?” She didn’t want to waste all of the kind men’s money.

“You can have them for free, dear. Here, we’ll leave you these and tell us to come back when you’re ready.”

Y/n nodded and watched the woman leave through the door they came. She slipped out of her shirt before quickly grabbed the clothing that the woman had left. She slipped on the underwear before looking at a long fabric.

How does this work?

The girl figured that woman used it to hold their breasts, but how? It was a strap of thin fabric; its length about a few feet long. Maybe she should use it the same way Mushi wrapped her leg. She had a bit of trouble, but eventually she managed to secure it tightly around her breasts.

...

...this is really uncomfortable.

How could women wear this? She felt so constricted and claustrophobic. Y/n tried to wiggle it around so she had more room, but nothing could compare to just not wearing it at all. At least she could breathe and move fine.

Once Y/n calmed down, she went to let the three ladies back inside. They all seemed way more happier to see her partially covered up.

They started to do her measurements fast. Y/n held her breath and kept perfectly still so she wouldn’t bother them. When they finished, the women whispered among themselves. Y/n could hear what they were saying; bits of “she almost has the exact same measurements as...” and so on. Then, they walked back over to the girl.

“We have a dress that was never picked up by a girl your age. Would you like to take it? It’ll be cheaper and a lot faster since we won’t have to personalize a different one. Also it comes with free shoes!” She looked at Y/n with a look on her face that screamed motherly. How could she say no to that?

“Yeah, ok. I’ll take it.”

When she put on the dress and grabbed her old clothes, she didn’t have time to look at her reflection in the mirror before the ladies pushed her back to the room where Lee and Mushi were. It seemed like they were going to be busy with someone else.

She cleared her throat to gain the attention of the two men. They looked up and had very different expressions on their faces.

Mushi looked happy to see that she now has her own clothes. He stood up from where the two were sitting and complimented her.

Lee, on the other hand, had a bright red face and wide eyes; much like when he saw her in his clothes before. Y/n looked down at her dress to finally get a good look at it.

It was a dark, earthly green with black detailing and straps. Its sleeves were long and bell shaped, so it was loose around her wrists. This seems practical; its super easy to move in. Then, her eyes drifted down to the skirt section and she gasped. It was very, very, very, short. She expected to see that it would at least reach her knees, but instead it rested on her mid-thigh and showed her bandages.

Now, don’t get her wrong, she liked the dress a lot. It was comfortable and easy to move in. But shes seen what the ladies around this town wore and it was definitely more covered up than this. The last thing she wanted to do was stand out.

Who knows what the people outside would think. Lee was already giving her a bad feeling on how she looked. Maybe its a cultural thing? Is this disrespectful?

She couldn’t help the sad look on her face. Surviving here was going to be a lot harder than she thought if she was going to stick out like a sore thumb. There goes her life of living in the shadows.

Y/n walked up to Lee and he stood up quickly. She held her hands out.

“Here are your clothes, thank you for letting me use them.”

Lee slowly grabbed the clothes and continued to stare. Does he know that his looks aren’t helping?

“Alright, let’s go then.” Mushi stated as he clapped his hands together. Lee broke his stare and nodded his head.

The three of them walked out the store with Y/n in the back. She kept her eyes down and only focused on the two pairs of feet in front of her. Soon they stopped near the stables that held the ostrich-horse.

Everything was eerily quiet.

The boys finally turned around to face her and Y/n looked up at their faces. Mushi had a solemn look and Lee was unreadable.

“So, this is it, huh?” Y/n whispered.

Lee nodded his head while the older man looked to the floor.

They were still silent. Perhaps they were just waiting for her to leave? Her mind sped up.

Maybe I was way more of a burden than I thought I was. They were probably counting down the hours until we separated.

She really wanted to hug them, but maybe that’s too much? It’s not like they were friends or anything. They were never going to see each other again.

“Well, uhh,” She began, “Goodbye... and thank you for everything?”

Y/n stuck her hand out for a handshake.

It floated in the air for a couple seconds.

Then, Mushi moved her hand out of the way and pulled her into a deep, warm hug.

He whispered quietly, “I am dreadfully sorry that we have to leave you here. If it was up to me, I would ask you to come with us.”

She hugged him back just as enthusiastically and her eyes teared up. Mushi was a wonderful person. She pulled back to look at Lee, but his back had turned and he putting everything they bought onto the saddle. Of course he would be; he never really liked her anyways.

Y/n took a deep breath as she mentally prepared herself for the loneliness that was about to walk into her life. This was the moment she had dreaded.

She smiled one last time at the old man before turning and heading back to the town center. Maybe this won’t be as bad as she thought.

But she was so so so wrong.

She had barely walked a few feet away before a man twice her height and age had walked up behind her and touched her backside. Y/n turned around harshly and yelled, “hey!”

The man simply let out a laugh and made a move to keep walking. The young girl could see that the attention of others were beginning to be gained. She grabbed his arm and turned him back to her.

“Don’t you ever touch me like that again!” She huffed. “If you do I’ll... I’ll..”

“You’ll do what, sweetheart?” The man smirked as his hand reached out to touch her hair.

She wished she could wolf out, right now, and destroy this man, but she couldn’t. Not if she planned to stay here.

She was about the push his hand away from her face and defend herself, but a hand had already grabbed the mans wrist. The girl followed the hand until it met the familiar face of the boy she had been traveling with.

Lee.

“Why don’t you worry less about what she’s going to do, and more about what I will if you touch her one more time.” He sneered.

The man shook himself out of Lee’s grip and raised both hands in surrender.

“Alright, alright. I’ll leave her alone.” He said before walking away and whispering, “But look at what she’s wearing, she was practically begging for it.”

Lee made a move to attack the man, but Y/n and Mushi stopped him. Soon, all of their breathing slowed as the air became less tense.

Lee looked at the young girl.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” He asked worriedly.

“No, I’m fine,” She whispered. Another lie.

Lee nodded his head before silence settled upon them again. Y/n looked down at her shoes. This place just keeps getting worse and worse. It absolutely sucks to be living here with the humans. If you hadn’t gotten yourself banished, then you wouldn’t be in this situation.

It was then that Lee spoke for the final time.

“Its not safe for you here. We’ll give you a ride to the next town over.”

The smile that spread over Y/n’s face was so bright, that it even spread slightly over to the young boy that stood up for her.

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I am so excited for the next chapter, its going to clear a lot of things up!!

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gaylittleeddie · 4 years

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some buddie prompts: "you're my family too" "when I first met you I didn't think you would become this important" "I didn't want to cry" "I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong" "it's alright I'm here I'm real, it was just a nightmare" I'm a sucker for angst with an happy ending lmao, sorry if you have already done of this.

I’ll probably do another one of your prompts too but you said angst with a happy ending so here you go. I apologize if it’s bad. This is my first time doing prompts

prompt: you're my family too

word count: 1585

sent in by: @lil-italian-disappointment

Send me a prompt :) it can be for any characters/ships but I don’t do smut so

Eddie didn't know what to expect when he showed up unannounced at Buck's house, but it certainly wasn't this.

Buck was in his kitchen, sobbing over a picture before he had turned to look at whoever walked in. The older man didn't know what to do but stand there like an idiot in the doorway with his hand clutching the doorknob so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Sure, they've had their emotional moments. It's not like the two have never been vulnerable with each other. They're best friends. That's part of the point of someone being your best friend. You trust them with you and allow them to know parts of you that never usually never see the light of day.

But the way the blond quickly wiped at his face and pulled a grin that didn't quite sit right only made Eddie believe he walked in on something that he wasn't meant to ever know about. Which, kind of stung a bit. He smiled back anyways, "Hey man."

"Hey," Buck responded, sliding the picture into his pocket, "To what do I owe this pleasure to?"

It was a weak attempt at a joke. Or rather, a way to brush off whatever it was that had been witnessed. Every part of Eddie was screaming at him to investigate. To figure out why those blue eyes were bloodshot from tears that should have never even been there in the first place. They stood there, bodies tense. Both most likely afraid of what the other would say. What is there to say? What can they even talk about?

The city a couple of stories below was still the same as it had been just moments before but somehow the whole world had felt almost darker than it did. On the borderline of eerie. Something heavy had found its way in and rested uncomfortably in the area where his heart should be. The sound of throat clearing slightly shook him out of it.

"Oh, uh. I just wanted to see you, I guess," Eddie chuckled.

That was the truth, honestly. He never planned on telling Buck that. However, it was out there now, floating around innocently. The brunet probably, if not under the circumstances that he was now, would have died before admitting that to himself much less Evan Buckley. It held meaning. Hidden in plain sight but very obvious at the same time.

“I wanted to see you” didn’t mean just now. When then? Every day. For the rest of their lives if he was given the chance. He did want to see him that much, true. Yet, there were so many other things that he wanted more. Like two matching wedding bands glistening in certain lighting or turnout gear with the same names etched on the bottoms of it. He wanted family. Not that they weren’t now. But, he wanted a different kind. Not the “my best friend is someone we consider to be a pseudo-member” but more of “this is my boyfriend/husband and my son.” They were there, just out of reach of it. Eddie swore it taunt him every day.

He allowed himself to finally close the door. The taller man pulled out two beers and opened them before gesturing to one. Eddie continued, "It was getting a little boring staring at the same four walls in silence."

As he made his way over to the beer and picked it up to take a sip, he thought about how exactly to approach this situation. Comforting people was never a strong suit, of course excluding Christopher because that his son. It’s somehow easier. Well, kind of. He still needed his friends help with that sometimes, too. So how does one console the person who’s usually doing it?

“Eddie, I’m fine,” Buck sighs.

Even though he claimed that, it didn’t match what he was conveying. The firefighter’s posture was slightly slumped, his eyes were still red, and his hair was unkempt as if he’d been tugging at it in frustration. “I didn’t say you weren’t, Buck.”

“You didn’t have to. I can hear your thinking from here.”

Even though he knew it was just a saying, the thought of having Buck being able to hear his every thought scared the hell out of him. But that’s totally off topic. Eddie sighed into the air, shaking his head. He knew his friend wasn’t okay. He knows that man like the back of his hand.

“What’s going on?” Eddie asks, “We both know I saw you so let’s just not cut corners and get right into it. Why were you crying?”

The blond huffs, walking to the stairs and sitting down. His blue orbs glared at the floor, like it was it’s fault that he was feeling this way. The other man sets the beer down gently before coming over to lean against the railing, willing to wait for him to be ready to talk whenever. No words came, though. Instead, Buck reached back into his pocket and held out the picture.

Eddie took it. At first glance, it was nothing special but upon further inspection it was easy to make out that it was both Maddie and Buck. They were staring at the camera, neither smiling. Suitcases were piled in front of an old beat up car and a bag was slung across the older sibling’s back.

“That was one of the times she left. College. I’m not mad at her, obviously. I ran from our parents as soon as I could too. But looking back at it, especially after Red, really makes me realize that at the end of the day it’s always just been me,” Buck explains, “And I’m not even enough for myself so I get why everyone leaves.”

Eddie’s head snaps up at that. Did this man really just have the audacity to say that? Buck not being enough? That in itself doesn’t even sound partly right. “Buck, what-“

His partner cuts him off, “Don’t Eddie. I know you want to make me feel better but it’s not going to work. It’s true. I’m not enough. That’s why I have no one. Everyone around me has someone else, has family outside of the 118, so it has to be something wrong with me.”

Eddie felt like someone just punched him clear in the chest. No, actually he’s felt that before. It doesn’t hurt as bad as this. This was like he couldn’t breathe in a full breath, as if someone was strangling him. How long has Buck felt like this? How come he’s never noticed? Why would Buck feel this way?

Couldn’t he see? Couldn’t he tell that Eddie was so helplessly in love with him? Why didn’t he know that Christopher looked at him as if he created the world itself. Was Buck that good at hiding it or was Eddie just not paying attention until it slapped him clear in the face?

So many questions, none with clear answers. Eddie swallows down all of his own feelings, sitting next to Buck and stared at him until their eyes met. The younger man seemed slightly taken aback from the reaction, probably expecting him to say something rather than just observing silently.

“You have family,” Eddie states.

“Not like that-“

“Exactly like that.”

Buck blinks a couple of times at that. Confusion was slowly forming upon his features and Eddie’s heart broke just a tiny bit more at the fact that this man didn’t know how important he was in the Diaz unit. Without him, where would they both be? Chris wouldn’t have met Carla, Eddie would of probably gave in and move back to Texas. So many things would have been different and not for the better. Hell, his parents probably would have tried to get custody over their grandson at this point and something tells him he wouldn’t have won against them. Not because he’s some terrible parent. No. He just works a lot. Buck has improved their lives so much.

Of course, it only went worse from there. The tears were coming back from wherever they were stashed away before and wasn’t that just a kick in the chest?

“I mean, I know I have Maddie but she has Chim. Hen has Karen, Denny, and Nia. Bobby and Athena have each other plus their own thing going on with Michael, May, and Harry... You have Chris-“

“You’re my family too, Evan,” Eddie whispers slightly, “And not just in the best friend way.”

And the look that he got from that little sentence? It was like he hung the stars. Complete awe. Buck looked so beautiful, just like always but somehow that expression just complimented him so well. Why haven’t they always done this? Especially when it’s like Evan Buckley was meant to gaze at Eddie like that, with hopeful eyes and a genuine smile.

“Yeah?” Buck swallows.

“Yeah.”

He took a leap of faith and reached out to wipe a stray tear from his best friend’s cheek with his thumb. Buck leaned into the touch, grinning even wider if possible. They move together at once, both closing their eyes and pressing their foreheads together.

The city below resumed to it’s busy life, the darkness from earlier no longer being a threat to it. Eddie knows, in the very deepest part of him, that he got his partner to understand tonight. Just for safe measures, however, he breathes, “Mi familia es su familia.”

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mercuryislove · 3 years

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Which of your characters did you create first? Is that character significantly different now compared to when you first created them?

okay i wrote this at like 3am last night when i couldn't sleep and it makes absolutely no sense but i figured if there was anyone on this earth that would appreciate it, it might be you lol

It's kind of funny you should ask this because the last few days I've been reading the stuff I was writing when I first picked it back up this time last year and like. shit's changed a lot lol

Of like. the stuff I'm writing now uh TECHNICALLY Yixing came first because when I was first toying with the idea of running a dnd campaign of my own, I started coming up with some npcs just to like. get some inspiration I guess? (I'm pretty sure I've talked about this before...) So I didn't really have any ideas about a setting or a plot or anything but I had two very specific characters, and one of them was like. a classic drifter/outlaw type character. And his two defining features were that he had really long black hair and was covered head to toe in tattoos. And uh. Only one of those stuck lol (though in my dnd campaign he still does have the tats! And they are plot relevant lol) OH also it stands to say that in my campaign Yixing is a MONK WITH A GUN because he was originally a gunslinger but I didn't really like any of the way the gunslinger homebrew options worked, and a lot of them were basically monk adjacent so I turned him into a monk and made his fucking monastic weapon a GUN.

Also the other npc I made was a really bonkers woman that lives in the woods and thinks the world is about to end at any moment and is extremely magically adept and eats a whole lot of shrooms lmao. idk if she'll actually show up in the campaign but she has a character sheet ready just in case

anyway. Yes Yixing is WAY different. He still has the yeehaw flair but he was originally intended to be shady and self-serving and standoffish and the kind of person who will play all sides but still find a way to come out on top. (he is still like that in my campaign..... he's like a quadruple agent lmao SPOILER for my dnd campaign that nobody cares about: he CLAIMS to be working for Anwei but he's actually working for Ciaran who knows he's also working for Anwei but he's actually double-crossing them both AND someone else that he's working for because he has his own side hustle and honestly he may or may not end up being the actual Big Bad of the campaign. I don't know yet. I hope my sister isn't reading this lol) anyway again, in the context of my novel he's now only a little bit self-serving and he will probably complain if he's super inconvenienced by helping out other people but he's still going to do it. He's a GOOD PERSON and even though I still have an extremely detailed outline of the idea I had where the plot is basically the same but he's a real shithead instead, I can't bring myself to really entertain the idea because I like him being nice. :( the whole point is that he's been through hell and back and has had a really shitty life but still finds a way to be kind and to see the good in people in spite of it all!!!! I get like. really passionate about this. Like truly agonizing about it to no one but myself. I'm the one writing the damn thing I can do whatever I want so why do I care so much about an alternate reality where Yixing is a real bastard??? I do not know.

ANYWAY AGAIN. (now here is where we really lose the thread of the original question lol) This all goes back to dnd lol because as someone that is a hard atheist, it's like. tough for me to get into the whole uhhh god thing in fantasy settings (but in this case I'm talking dnd). Like they EXIST FOR REAL in the context of the game so when your cleric or paladin prays, someone is really listening. And I was like... hm. What if I want to write a campaign where they just aren't there? (and some of my friends said I couldn't because that's breaking the rules which is stupid.. I do what I want!!!) Or that they had otherwise abandoned humanity? So then because I played final fantasy x too much in my formative years, I had the idea of “what if the gods got really fucking mad about people forsaking religion and punished them?” which turned into “what if the gods just DIED suddenly and the world fell apart in the wake?” which turned into “what if the gods realized they sucked at their jobs and that humanity was unintentionally destroying itself so they made a pact to start over but when they tried to do just that, they accidentally killed themselves?” and that is........... mostly the so-called lore now (but there is definitely more but I can't say at this time because spoilers lol) uh. I forgot where I was going with this. OH. How the characters changed. WELL. Anwei has probably changed the least lol. She is still kind of mean and weird and thinks of herself and the others like her as Far Superior to everyone else, but she's no longer downright evil. At one point she was intended to be the villain!!! but I changed my mind because I love fellow mean lesbians so much. Also it was kind of uhh. low stakes with her as a villain/antagonist. She's a little shady and definitely still very manipulative and she gets mean when jealous but not like in her first iterations.... she does still sort of try to get yixing killed though lmao

Oh also Ciaran was the last of the three that I came up with lol which is funny considering he's like. such a big deal. The only reason he exists at all is because I wanted to come up with a real Corruption Arc kind of Guy because I am a big fan of those. Also I wanted the Big Bad in my campaign to be related somehow to the Big Good. And like. what better way to do that than siblings! And then I needed a way to make my Very Cool New npc connected to both of them somehow to make the whole uhhh revolver ocelot style mind games work so I sat down and was like. well. time to tell a tragic love story lol. soooooooooo uh Thank you dnd for inspiring me to write a trilogy of novels because I wanted to do a SINGLE basic worldbuilding exercise for my dnd campaign (that even now has only had uh. four sessions ever) while I was sad and lonely last summer.

I totally went off the rails with this question and I am sorry for that :( also I could write a thousand essays about how much I love Yixing and also how many versions of him there are in my mind lol he's like that one oc that everyone has that they find a way to put in everything always. he is my alternate universe oc. very versatile

#oc talk #really really really really went off the rails here #me at 3am: uhhhh what was the question again?#as i'm sitting there READING the question #i had a tough night sleeping last night lol #ALSO the thing about him being a bastard in an alternate reality is true yes but there's way more to it than just him being rude #which is why i cant bring myself to abandon that concept altogether but it's hard to make it work ._. i can't just mesh the two concepts #i mean. i guess i could but it would require a LOT of work and a huge conspiracy theory style corkboard. lots of red string

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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What color do you think of when I say...

Anger? Red, or a really bright red-orange.

Confusion? Gray.

Inspiration? Sky blue. Both word and color give off calming vibes to me.

Shy? Something like an off-white shade, and maybe even pastel pink.

Agony? Olive green was the first color to come to mind, though I have no idea why.

Sleep? Dark blue, like the night sky.

Chipper? Yellow.

Beautiful? Red, the way roses are.

Morning? Light blue or yellow.

Would you rather be named...

Andrea or Aimee? Andrea.

Emily or Erica? Emily. I know an Erycka that I’m not too fond of, so this is an easy pass.

Kelsey or Casey? Casey, though I’d mix up my name a bit and have it be pronounced and spelled as Cassie.

Madeleine or Marina? Eh, not really a fan of either but I’d mos likely go for Madeleine.

Alec or Aaron? Alec.

Ryan or Ross? Not a fan of both names as well though I’d probably go with Ryan, but only as a feminine name.

Dylan or Daniel? Dylan.

Jack or Jordan? I guess Jack, if I have to pick.

Gabriel or Gavin? Gabriel.

How often do you...

Brush your teeth? Once or twice a day.

Eat breakfast? Twice a week, during weekends; though sometimes I’ll end up skipping it for an entire week altogether.

Check your email? I literally never check my personal email anymore after having gotten hired, but I know I should quit that habit and check it every once in a while just in case an intriguing opportunity might come my way. My work email is a different story; I have to use it everyday. I open my emails even during weekends so that when I report to my shift on Monday, my Gmail won’t look as clogged.

Go to the mall? When quarantine protocols loosened up a bit I used to go either on Saturdays or Sundays for some me time as well as some much-needed time away from the house, for the sake of my mental health and sanity. But now that we’re going through another surge in cases, no one’s allowed to go out again and malls are back to just keeping the essential stores open.

Go to the beach? A few times a year, at least before the pandemic. I haven’t been to the beach since 2019.

Play card games? Only happens once in a blue moon, when I get together with friends and someone happens to bring a deck of cards. This isn’t a usual occurrence with any of my friend groups, though.

Have at least 20 minute phone calls? Never. I have 20-minute Google Meet and Zoom calls instead.

Paint your nails? They are never painted.

Wish you were happier? Every now and then.

Did you ever want to be...

A veterinarian? Yes, when I was younger. I once stumbled upon an interview with a horse vet on one of my kid’s almanacs and thought what they did was so cool.

An astronaut? Yup, definitely became a big obsession of mine at one point in my childhood. I still think it would be cool to go to outer space and should the opportunity ever become accessible in my lifetime, I wouldn’t want to miss out on it.

An artist? Not really. I knew from the get go I wasn’t meant to be one.

A school teacher? I would guess yes, but I definitely wasn’t as interested in teaching compared to being an astronaut or like a firefighter.

A housewife? Lmfao yeah. This was the answer I would give when I was like 8 up until I was probably 10 and I knew it stressed out my Asian mother big time. My grandpa got a kick out of it, though.

A firefighter? Yes. This was up there with astronaut.

A princess? Not so much.

A lawyer? I definitely considered law for a brief period, but it was already during my latter college years. There wasn’t enough time to mull over it. But hearing all the law school horror stories from my friends kind of made me relieved I didn’t push through with it; I knew I wasn’t passionate enough about law to want to go through all the hardships that come with law school, so I was fine letting that dream go, and still am.

A doctor? This was never a dream of mine.

Would you consider yourself...

Materialistic? Yes.

Pessimistic? It comes out occasionally, but I don’t think it’s a main trait of mine that people would generally see me as.

Avoidant? Not so much. I can be shy and anxious sometimes but I get over it at some point.

Sarcastic? Only occasionally. I wouldn’t say I speak the language.

Talkative? Definitely not. I hate being in the spotlight, and whenever it’s my turn to share a story or talk in a group I usually have the tendency to rush through it or make it as short as possible so as to return the spotlight on someone else. I’ve always been more of a listener.

Strange? Maybe not strange but weird to an extent?

Intelligent? I guess in some ways.

Lucky? In some ways I am, but I also got handed the short end of the stick in other contexts.

In the next twenty-four hours, will you...

Talk to someone you care about? Probably. I talk to at least one friend a day.

Go to work? Yep, I’ll finally be going back to work since the Holy Week break is over. My workaholic self felt kinda unsettled with all the free time, so I’m actually kinda relieved.

Go to school? I’m not in school anymore.

Be in a different city? Nope, it’ll be working from home for me like usual. We were initially allowed to book visits to the office if we really needed to go there to pack some goodies and stuff, but because of re-heightened Covid protocols our admin has once again prohibited anyone to go there for the meantime.

Read a book? I highly doubt it. I haven’t read any in months.

Watch a movie? Nope. It’ll be a Monday coming from a 4-day break, so it will be incredibly busy tomorrow as there would be a lot to catch up on.

Go to a dentist/orthodontist appointment? No, I won’t.

Do your laundry? My parents probably will seeing as our hamper was nearly full the last time I checked.

True or False: Family...

I have two brothers or more. I only have one brother.

My mom lives with me. This is technically true but isn’t phrased right in my case. I’m currently living with my parents.

My grandparent(s) live with me. No, we moved out of our duplex (where I did use to live with my grandparents) well over a decade ago.

I have half-siblings. Don’t have any.

I am the oldest in my family. Eldest child, that is.

I am an only child. I have two other siblings.

I have 15 cousins I can name off the top of my head. Easily. My first cousins are less than 15 in total, but I know a good number of my second and third cousins as well so this is a cakewalk.

The nearest Aunt or Uncle lives less than an hour away from me. The aforementioned duplex we moved out of is just at the next village; we didn’t move too far so that we can continue visiting them.

True or False: Food...

I am allergic to chocolate. I’m not, fortunately. I’m not crazy about chocolate but I’d be pretty miserable if I could never have it either.

I like vegetables more than fruit. Infinitely more, hahaha. I hate fruits.

I have tried pizza dipped in ranch sauce. Ranch isn’t a very common dressing where I’m from, so it’s not usually offered in restaurants. Given the chance, though, I’d definitely try my pizza with ranch at least once.

I've never eaten kiwi fruit. True, but then again I’ve never eaten most fruits and don’t plan to.

I love junk food.

I love to try new food.

Ketchup goes best with fries (chips). I don’t like ketchup and barely put it on anything.

I like fried rice. I haven’t met an Asian who doesn’t like fried rice.

I can prepare dinner for myself (using a stove or oven).

I hate sushi.

How many...

Pairs of shoes do you have? A little over 10, maybe? I don’t feel like counting in my head rn.

Songs do you have on your music player? I don’t have a music player anymore.

Hours of sleep did you get last night? Around 4.

Times have you had alcohol? Like, ever since I started drinking when I was 18? I never kept track lmao but if I would guess, maybe around 50-60 times? I’m not a regular drinker; I drink probably once or twice a month at most.

Books have you read/started reading in the past month? None.

Windows in your house/apartment are open? I know my parents and sister have their windows open at the moment, so that’s 2. Mine are usually open as well, but I’ve turned on my aircon so I’ve closed them for the night.

Pets do you have? 2.

Kids do you have/want to have? I’d cut it off a a maximum of 3 kids, but having just 1 would already be so nice.

Minutes does it take to get from your home to school or work? I work from home, but in the two times I went to the actual office it took anywhere between 45 minutes to an hour.

Have you ever...

Spilled a cup of grape juice on the carpet? I don’t think I’ve ever even encountered grape juice in my entire life.

Played spin the bottle? I don’t think I’ve ever played this. My friends and I usually resort to truth or dare.

Played Twister? Yes, and there are many fond memories that come with it as well. So when I was 7 years old I befriended Katreen, and her mom and mine hit it off instantly so they started this arrangement where every Friday, her mom picked me and my sister up from school along with Katreen and her sisters, and we’d stay for several hours at their place until my mom would pick us up. Her mom was an amazing host and every week we’d play Twister, watch Pokemon, read books together, etc; anything to keep us comfortable and entertained.

Been caught doing something you weren't supposed to be doing? It’s bound to happen every now and then.

Walked out of a movie because it was horrible? I’ve gotten this feeling a few times but I always stayed in my seat because I paid for the damn ticket.

Given the finger to someone on the street? Oh most definitely, as well as drivers passing by. And it’s always been towards men that are being disgusting pigs.

Been so sad/angry that you started laughing? Sure.

Been in a wedding? Yes, but I only got invited as a kid since I was usually picked to be one of the flower girls. I haven’t been to a family wedding since 2007.

Been in a situation where you almost died? Probably not died but almost substantially injured, sure.

Misc...

Are you stressing out about anything right now? Just worried about the deluge of tasks that will inevitably come at me tomorrow but knowing how easygoing my bosses are, I know I’ll be able to ease up soon enough.

Do you think before acting or act before thinking? I used to be the latter but I now see the importance of first considering possible consequences of or how others would be affected by my actions.

Do you act upon your emotions and instinct, or logic and reasoning? Again, I used to be one of these, this time the former. Now that I’m at a much more stable and peaceful place in my life I try not to let my emotions get the best of me.

What are some personality traits you find appealing in a potential partner? I had a number of negative experiences in my last relationship so forgive me for scraping the bottom of the barrel when it comes to my expectations lmaaaao – I’d love for someone to be sensitive to my needs and feelings, and for them to be able to own up to their mistakes or hurtful habits and know how to apologize and be open to changing if it’s for their self-improvement.

How have you changed as a person in the last 5 years? I tolerate less bullshit now. I think I’ve also grown to be happier and a lot more stable, emotionally. I also have a better sense of what I want out of life and where I want to be, and I’ve also learned to be more sociable and open up to people.

If you could do anything you wanted right this moment, what would it be? Order sushi :(

Is there anyone you can totally relax and be yourself around? Yes, that’s what my friends are for. If I can’t feel comfortable around my friends, I’d view that as a problem.

Did you ever wanted to say something to someone, didn't, and regretted it? No.

Are you scared about the future? I’m scared of the idea of not meeting some of my goals, like having a family; but I’m also excited about what the future could bring me.

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