#I’ve been saving this ask in my inbox for a while lol

[bnuuys-writing]

Twisted Wonderland's Phantom

Hi! I hope you enjoy this! This is the introduction of the crossover of Phantom of The Opera x Twisted Wonderland. Do forgive me if theres any grammar mistakes or repeating themes. I wrote this with a migraine lol but I have been seeing everyone talking about this for months now, and today was the day I have decided to write it now that I have a small break from school + My job rn. 

If you have any questions, or wanna talk headcanons, or just want to shoot me a compliment; feel free to throw it in my inbox!! <3

Chapter One(You are here!), Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Leona's Ending, Malleus' Ending

~Bnuuy out!

Y/N, also known as the prefect of Night Raven College of Magic. AKA The Dorm leader in charge of the lonesome home named The Ramshackle; or in other words, Y/N the Magicless Human. The story has been told many times in rumors or whispers of the magicless human within the prestigious magical all boys school across the crowds of thousands. How they arrived with the other new years and how life started for them within this new world as a cat sitter, as well not being able to use any sort of magic left a mark within the school. Yet, here they stand, with friends from across all the dorms within the school as they have saved them from countless Overblots.

“Guys, I’ve told you many times, I’m just going to the library to go check out a new book. You do not need to follow me!” Y/N exclaimed tirelessly as their compatriots, Ace and Deuce, followed them with smiles on their faces.

“Cmon Y/N! Lighten up! Its the final school year of Night Raven College! Certainly you don't want to be sticking your nose in some boring books! Right Deucy?” Ace chimed out as he nudged his fellow troublemaker who only grunted at the elbow.

“Well… Y/N can do whatever they would like to do-” Another nudge from Ace’s elbow, perhaps a bit more rougher this time caused Deuce to cough a bit. “-But yes! You could be spending time with us at the unbirthday parties! And plus, the alumni are coming today! Riddle, Vil, Leona, all of your friends are coming to visit the school JUST for this week! Don't you want to see them?” Deuce asked, rubbing his side where Ace had nudged a bit too roughly.

True, this was indeed your third year at Night Raven College with no luck in finding your way back home, so this was your only chance to start studying hard to make your footing and to make a stand for once you are officially graduated from the College. Only making it more the wiser to really get your butt in gear of trying to find what you would want to do after this year. Grim would most likely be on his own, having surpassed both Ace and Deuce in study, but you could’ve guessed it was out of pure power instead of intelligence. Deuce would most likely follow his dream of becoming a police officer and making his mother proud, as for Ace…? You shuddered slightly at the thought of Ace becoming more than just a student at Night Raven College, and couldn't bring yourself to think about the possibilities he might have as an adult-prankster.

“I do but guys, you already know what you will or want to be doing outside of Night Raven, and I don't… So, I have to get started on getting my foundation really set up before I am graduated.” Y/N started towards their two friends, Grim just happily purring away on your shoulder as you argued back and forth before shaking your head. “Follow me or not, but I’ll be going into the library to see what I can do for a living as a magicless person within Twisted Wonderland.” Rolling your eyes while opening the large door to the library with a loud creek, the two could only watch as you walked in and the door shut with a loud slam.

Now the library was impressive, many books dating from all around from history to How To’s books. If Crowley knew anything, it was that he was an impressive hoarder of books- although you doubted he knew that- or doubted if he could even read considering all the slacking he's been doing in getting you home. So much for a Gracious Kind Headmage. Humming to yourself as you began to walk down the countless isle of books, memories flashing within your head as you pass down certain isles.

How Floyd Leech chased you down the history isle, begging to squeeze you while you were ushering a poor certain Riddle to run away and hide. Becoming Floyd’s new toy for the next hour until he got bored.

Rook Hunt recommending some certain weird books about how hunting and survival tactics would be important for you if you ever got lost in the wilderness. At least now, you’re able to tie a knot very well as well as start a fire!

Jamil and Kalim studying hard at a table- Well… Let's be honest here, more like Jamil trying to force things into Kalim’s mind who was more busy talking to you and asking about your day than actually studying.

Lastly, Malleus reaching above you to grab a certain book you were wishing to read for fun and for him to hand it to you with such gentleness, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you called to your friend, Tsunatrou so happily and thanked him for reaching the book for you.

Pausing at that isle as you could almost see the figures of your friends whizzing past your eyes like shadows of long forgotten dreams. Shaking your head slightly, you trudged forward only for something hard to hit your head, causing a familiar NYAH! To echo within your ear as your shoulders become lighter. Grim and this large thick book layed on the ground as you rubbed your head in pain, letting a quiet groan in pain as you collected yourself back together.

“Grim, how many times have I said not to drop things on me?” You questioned out accusingly towards your roommate who only let out a small pout, shaking his head furiously at your accusations.

“It wasn't me this time, I assure you Y/N! This book fell off that really top shelf!” Grim pointed his paw up to the very top shelf that you knew you would need a ladder to reach. Sighing, you picked up Grim and held him close to your chest as you looked down at the book accusingly only for your reaction to turn miffed and confused. The words on the book were swirling around in different languages, if you could assume, for only when you reached out to touch it, it changed to your native tongue.

“Phantom of The Opera?” You whispered out, eyebrows raised as you looked at the book with curiosity and disregarding the whines of Grim who suggested that this book was not a book you two should dig into. Grabbing the book and stuffing it into your bag, you quickly left the library with a newfound of urgency to head straight back to the ramshackle and dig into the book with a profound sense of curiosity. 

Crewel did say to you once while you were trying to find a certain book about potionology within his room, of course with no such luck sadly, that books sensed with magic will choose who will read them next. That sentient books were also very dangerous if put into the wrong hands if the book chose who it got transported to next wrong.

“Y/N! MYAH! I don't think we should dig into this book!” Grim shouted out at you as you set him down on the couch within the Ramshackle, having run home quickly to dig your nose into this book. Grim could feel it, but you couldn't. Something was wrong with this book but he couldnt put his paw on it just yet…

“Oh hush Grim! Everything will be okay! I'm magicless, remember? I don't think I can even wield a grimoire!” You stated out as you rushed up the stairs after having placed your keys, phone and wallet down on the counter. Leaving a very concerned Grim behind your tail with ears folded down and a queasy feeling in his stomach that was not akin to premium tuna fish hunger…

“That's what I'm worried about…”  

It wasnt hard to get yourself settled in your room, book in hand, ready to dig into its contents or find out what this Phantom of The Opera is. The Alumni should be here within the next hour so certainly you had a bit of time to at least get started into the book, right?

A small glimmer rippled through the hard cover of the book, as if whispering you to open it, begging you to turn to the first page. As if you were under Jamil’s special magic, you slowly peeled back the cover and turned to the first page only to find it blank, then the next page, following the next page. All of it was blank! Sighing in frustration, you began to flip through the pages until the book forced you to stop on one. On the page, a glimmer rippled through it only for a large red rose to appear, a mask, and a diamond ring. A message soon appeared underneath the items, a prompt;

Choose One.

Huh… This is interesting.

Humming in curiosity, you reached forward to pick up the rose, it was clean of all thorns and had few leafs on it. A delicate specimen that Riddle would’ve shamed you for plucking had it been in his own rose garden. Yet, once your fingers glazed over the stem, your vision began to get heavy and dark, it was getting harder and harder for your eyes to stay open as you fell unconscious in a matter of seconds.

Meanwhile, Grim huffed and puffed downstairs, waiting for you to come out from your room to feed him. An hour had passed and you promised to feed the Alumni and Grim tonight at Heartsabyul! Yet you were still locked away within your room and here he is, waiting on his henchman again! 

“Y/n! Cmon! Im hunnggryyyy!!” Grim shouted out from downstairs, making his way up to your room now. WIth a hard shove into the stubborn old door, he found himself with the book on your bed and with you nowhere in sight. Stunned and alerted at your lack of presence, he let out a loud MYAH! As he booked it downstairs and out the door to the one place he knew he could go to for help.

Heartsabyul.

The party was already booming, the roses had been painted red, everyone seeming to be enjoying tea and the treats that were brought along. At least Riddle seemed to be enjoying himself back in his seat of Queen. Leona wasn't too far down but he seemed uninterested in all the sweets but more of the meats that Savannahclaw had brought in for the party. Of course, Azul had also brought along Floyd and Jade to sell out merchandise of her flourishing outside of NRC business. Jamil and Kalim were off to the corner, Jamil having brought their own food for Kalim to eat. Iida and Ortho were obviously nowhere to be found but some snacks had been going missing here and there. Vil and Rook were pestering Epel who had flourished perfectly, complimenting their Poison Apple. As for Malleus? My, did he receive an invitation? No one can recall.

“GUYS! I NEED HELP!” Grim’s screeching voice ripped through the garden, causing all fun and festivities to stop. Usually when Grim is screaming, a Prefect is certain to follow afterwards. Yet, As Grim bounded over the table to Ace and Deuce with no Prefect in tail, the air got visibly tense.

“Y/N HAS BEEN ABDUCTED AFTER THEY PICKED UP THIS BOOK FROM THE LIBRARY THAT HIT THEM IN THE HEAD! I CANT SMELL OR FIND THEM ANYWHERE!” Grim screeched out as Deuce and Ace were looking at him weirdly. Suddenly, the sunny day within Heartsabyul got cloudier… And Cloudier… To where it looked like it was about to storm.

“Where is the Child of Man?” An all too intimidating presence made itself known. Malleus, with a decorated invitation personally assigned by Y/N stood by the entrance of the garden. Lilia, Silver and Sebek all standing there alongside him. Leona was not impressed by this showcase of purely a tantrum from a now King of Briar Valley. The air was tense, the cake was suddenly no longer sweet and the tea was ice cold.

“Settle down Malleus, I’m sure this is one big prank from Grim to try and scare us all.” Lilia spoke, a small ‘fufu’ following afterwards as he stared out into the large crowd. Leona was the next one to speak, slicing the tense air with a knife.

“I hoped you wouldn't show, yet here you are. And Grim, if you’re pranking us, its a horrible prank and you need to try better next time.” Leona sighed out, rubbing his temples as he stood up. He didn't need to be here anyway, if it weren't for his brother pestering him to go and Cheka kept getting into his business now as being a little older of a cub. If the only one who was taking it seriously was Malleus, Deuce was also included in the worry.

“What do you mean Y/N got abducted, Grim? Where are they?” Deuce asked out urgently as he stared down the grey haired familiar of yours. Grim looked around the room, hoping other than Deuce and Malleus were worried, he could smell the concern rising from Leona but made no rush to comment about it. Vil and Rook were both on edge as they stared down the cat and Riddle’s eyes were boring into the soul of Grim, as if trying to see if he was lying so he could cast his unique magic on him.

“Well! Like I said, there was a book that fell on top of Y/N and I in the library and the words kept moving-” Grim was cut off by Vil who’s eyebrows raised up in alarm.

“A Sentient book? Did they open it?”

“If you would let me finish- yes! They did! Y/N ran up to our room and when I went in there to collect them to come here, the book was open and they were missing!” Grim started out quickly, ears falling to the sides as they thought of their poor henchman, being kidnapped or even worse! Having gone back to their world without saying goodbye to him!

Riddle stood up abruptly out from his hair and sighed. “Let us go then, if Prefect needs our help, we will give it. Just as they have helped us through our overblots.” Though, he could hear some grunts of displeasure around the table.

“Nehhh~... Whats in it for us though?” Floyd’s voice came out, looking bored as ever as he stood near this little popup cart that Azul set up for Jade and him to run. At hearing a price to help Y/N, others began to agree until a flash of lightning hit the tree not too far and trailed after a large boom of thunder. Malleus was not impressed by the company he was in, and quickly proved to change their minds. The answer was clear;

Help Y/N or get Smited Down by the King of Briar Valley.

It's a good thing they of course all loved you very much! 

So here they stand, Grim pointing down to the book accusingly as he sat on Deuce’s shoulders. Leona, Vil, Rook, Riddle, The Tweels, Azul and All of Diasomina stood within your room. All accusingly staring down at your book with mixed faces of confusion, annoyance, and regret. While the book was still open, still had the mask and diamond ring upon its sparkling surface with the sentence below it

Choose One.

“Do you really think Y/N chose one?” Ace would ask out curiously, reaching forward only for his hand to be stopped by Rook who was smiling at him. 

“Mon ami, you wouldn't want to toy with what you don't know, oui?” Rook lightly scolded Ace who only huffed and pulled his hand away from the blonde frenchman. 

“Its sad that I didnt teach more about Sentient books to our little potato. Mayap they would’ve learned that messing with such forms of magic is forbidden- Especially when it hits your head in the library.” Vil would sigh out as he looked over the items. What could a mask and diamond ring have to do with anything? Did Y/N take something? If they did, what was it?

“I do not see the issue with these items. Certainly it must be easy to collect Y/N.” Malleus would state as he would reach forward and grab the mask. Being a man with powerful magic, he didnt instantly get knocked down but it did temper with his magic. Sebek was immediately alerted by this and attempted to grab the mask to protect his master. Silver reached out to do the same and Lilia was there to catch Malleus’ fall before they all were transported in. Their souls became little wisps that were shot straight into the book while the mask stayed floating before crumbing into dust.

“Well, I understand now.” Deuce would state out and shake his head. The last one was the diamond ring. Leona’s hand was first to grab it. 

“There is no way that damn lizard is going to save Y/N. I’ll be the one to do it.” Yet Vil, Rook, Riddle, Azul and the Tweels were grabbing after him. They wanted their share of glory in helps of finding their beloved Prefect. Afterall, the King and the Prince shouldn't have all the glory now, nor all the fun- Could they?

As their souls turned to wisps, they all shot into the book as Ace, Deuce and Grim watched this debacle happen before their very eyes. With a loud bang, they all came to realize that the book had shut itself and a title appeared before the Adeuce gang.

The Phantom of The Opera.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #malleus x yuu #malleus x mc #malleus x reader #twst malleus #malleus draconia #vil shoenheit x reader #vil shoenheit #rook hunt #twst lilia #twst leona #twst grim #twst azul #leona twisted wonderland #leona x reader #twisted wonderland leona #riddle rosehearts #riddle x yuu #deuce #deuce spade #ace trappola #octotrio #jade leech #floyd leech #lilia vanrouge #silver vanrouge #twst sebek #sebek zigvolt

[daily-linkclick]

What is the theory abt lg being from an alternate timeline? I’ve been seeing a lot of ppl talk about it and idrk where it comes from, and what are your thoughts??(have a nice day!!)

this ask magically appeared in my inbox just today but apparently it was sent weeks ago, holy shit! thank you for waiting op LMFAO

anyways, it's a theory that's been around before season 2, iirc! mostly because we had little to nothing lore wise around their powers, and its just fun thinking about while we waited for anything canon. there were a few things that did hint at lu guang being from an alternative timeline, being that we don't know his age and backstory, and his weird hair color (not a lot of people sporting full white hair, or any unnatural hair color in link click, at least)

those aspects don't necessarily point to him being from an alternate timeline, but they also could be hints towards it! but there's new content that makes this theory potentially canon! it's from this music video played during Bilibili World. it features an alternate mv for vortex, which is interesting because we see lu guang falling first:

in it, there are several shots with cheng xiaoshi wearing completely different outfits, some injured and one seemingly dead? Plus a frame that shows four cxs's merging into one. maybe it's just ooo pretty visuals, but there's a looot of imagery that implies different timelines (shard fractals, reflections, mirror images, etc)

There's also this shot, with lu guang wearing an alternate fit we've never seen - and he's wearing more black in this one?? his s1 fit also featured a dark shirt and pants but his flannel color was more dominant. this leads me to believe that this is lu guang but less experienced (another timeline).

maybe all of this is just non-canon for marketing, they did market lu guang as dead for all of pre-s2 lol, but i like to believe this is them teasing lu guang's past! even if he's the main character, he's someone who's past we know the least of. i'd argue we find out more about side characters than we do about him actually - which makes me (and a lot of other people) think he's from an alternate timeline!

that's the gist; i'll put my own thoughts under a read more so this post won't be insanely long

my own thoughts on the theory is that i think lu guang is from multiple alternate timelines. the frame with multiple cheng xiaoshis, and the one where four merge into one makes me believe lu guang met cheng xiaoshi in his timeline, but cxs either died or had a miserable life. he kept going into different timelines in an attempt to save him / be in a timeline where cheng xiaoshi is actually safe and happy, and finally got to the timeline we see in the show.

though that part requires him having more than just the power to look into what happens in a photo. but there's been proof of lu guang hiding what he knows / has with cheng xiaoshi (re: him hiding the fact emma died, and him hiding the photo that liu tianchen gave him). he's also an incredibly private person. if he hides from his closest friend, who's to say he isn't hiding something from the audience either?

we also don't know how they got their powers. if lu guang originally had the power to dive back into pictures, then it would make sense on how he's able to go to different timelines. also, studio lan clearly emphasizes the fact that the pair are two halves of a whole, and the show is more interesting because of that dynamic.

as an extra: lu guang's doting nature makes a lot of sense too, he just doesn't want to see cheng xiaoshi miserable again! it's a pretty known fact that cheng xiaoshi didn't have any friends (besides qiao ling) before lu guang, and his life insantly got better when they finally were a trio (interesting that it was mainly because of a mysterious person that popped out of nowhere). here's a fun twitter thread by t3mp0s about the trio's dynamic

lastly, i just think it'd be fun if at one point cheng xiaoshi slowly discovers what lu guang did in his past for him. and how hypocritical lu guang would sound after saying "past or future, leave them be" if he never applied that to cheng xiaoshi! either way i still want to see a cxs saving lg arc man... they keep teasing it EVEN IN THE MV

that's it!! i know link click's best quality is the trio going through other people's stories, but i think they're preparing us for the biggest one: lu guang's.

#link click #link click spoilers #dlc asks #i draw cheng xiaoshi a lot but listen i love thinking about lu guang more . he is so mysterious #HOPE THIS WAS UNDERSTANDABLE LOL #i didnt say anything abt the two as a ship in this post bc im someone who could do with or without it #but my god studio lan is not helping their case when they say 'yeah theyre two halves of a whole character' #i love doomed gays #lmk if there was anything i cld say more honestly i wrote this in a haze #because its my favorite theory #lu guang

[liathejedi]

Hello sorry to bother you but I noticed your Dinluke Tangled fic has been deleted on AO3 and was wondering if you were aware of this or if it was accidental? I really loved that fic (and I know heaps of others do too) and I’m saddened to see it go but I will respect your decision if you did remove it intentionally. I just wish I could’ve saved/downloaded it sooner 😭

So, I've actually been meaning to make a post about this (sorry Vanilla, I know this ask has been sitting in my inbox for a long time!) This post will ramble on a bit, but moral of the story is, I am in the process of editing and making tweaks to the fic to reupload it onto AO3 as an orphaned work. Further explanations will be below the cut but feel free to move on, they’re not that important, lol!

When I deleted my fic last year, it was at a time where the dinluke fandom, somewhere I had found so much joy and solace in for over a year, had become a place that just started to make me uncomfortable. I avoided the tags, I downloaded a few of my favourite fics from my favourite authors (who are still some of my beloved mutuals <3) and moved on.

The fic in question, a tangled AU I had written back in 2021, was probably the most prevalent work I had created for the fandom. I wrote it in a time where I needed something light-hearted and warm and fun to write, and writing this fic really did bring me so much joy. Even more so was the response that it received while I was publishing it. I could tell that there were readers who enjoyed reading it for the exact same reasons that I enjoyed writing it, and hearing everyone’s thoughts and feedback every week is part of what made writing this fic so special. Every fic author understands how wonderful it is to share your work with an audience and be able to talk about it with them.

But then the dinluke discourse became more prevalent, and I started noticing more comments on the fic that interpreted the ship and the ‘roles’ of the characters in a way that ... didn’t really make me comfortable. Yes, I had Din as the ‘Flynn Rider’ character and Luke as the ‘Rapunzel’ character, but I felt that that best represented their characters in canon - with Din as the seemingly rough on the outside but warm on the inside one often brushing against the law, and Luke as the driven, optimistic, and sometimes reckless one who is endlessly hopeful. But there were some people in the comments who just wanted to see luke as a typical damsel-in-distress disney princesss, which isn’t what I wanted, or wrote, at all.

And so, having removed myself from the fandom, I removed the fic, too. Looking back, even though I don’t regret what motivated this decision, I do regret removing it from AO3 so quickly and without warning. I know there were people who loved it - I did too - and if I had known more about the option to simply orphan a fic and leave it up on AO3, just not associated with your account, then I think I would have done that instead. But at that point in time, the fic just served as a reminder of how hostile some parts of the fandom had grown, and how I didn’t fully feel comfortable being in a fandom I loved anymore. I didn’t even think I’d ever come back.

But now I am, lol. I’ve reached a point now where I’m comfortable existing in my own corner of the fandom, discussing the ship with my mutuals and sharing content with them, and that’s brought back a lot of the joy that I’d missed. I’d even started to go back to my google doc with the tangled AU fic’s original draft, going through and editing and tweaking it just to remember that joy of writing it. And so, I decided that I want to put it back up onto AO3. I’ll republish the chapters once I’ve finished editing them (the first few are already done) and once it’s all back up, I’ll orphan the fic. That way it’ll be there for all of those who had originally joined me in the journey of writing it, who made me smile every week with their wonderful comments. The fic has always been for them.

Anyways, that got a little melodramatic, lol. I’ll probably start publishing the first couple chapters later today. Other than this post, I probably won’t be mentioning it much more on this account, and simply moving on with the dinluke (and now jedi fallen order oops) brainrot 😂. Stay well everyone! xx

#dinluke

[floralcrematorium]

question 1 is: whose your favorite female hetalia character (can be Nyo if you so choose)?

question 2: any thoughts on hws lithuania?

Thanks for the ask!!

1.) I’ll do ya one better and offer you my favorite lady and favorite nyo!

I adore Miss Ukraine and I’ve been dying to draw her for my art nouveau headshot portraits but I’m saving her for last since she’s the one I want to draw the most! I’m still figuring her character out in terms of my writing (CanUkr oneshot is still in development hell) but I see her as a strong woman — both physically and in terms of character. She’s enduring, she holds her ground, and keeps on keeping on. While I think she’s rather caring, she can be blunt and witty. I think while Kateryna is a practical person, she has a tendency to overthink. She values hard work but isn’t afraid to take a well deserved break. I was thinking earlier today that she may be the character I’ve drawn the most both pre-hiatus and with my current time in the fandom. I drew her this past autumn but I don’t think I like that sketch enough to show it publicly. I think cooking and cooking for others is a love language for her (which looking at how I think the same of Francis and Yao, who are 2/3 of my ultimate favorites, maybe I’m just projecting onto my faves, lol). Kat is also someone I like to project my experience of being a fat person onto (her and Amelia are like… I point at them and decide they will one day bear the burden of my experiences in future fics). She deserves to wear cute clothes and to be loved. Anyway, if I got to spend the day with Kat I think most of my emotional problems would be solved if I’m being entirely real and honest on main

Unsurprisingly I think I have to say Nyo France is my favorite. I adore Marianne. I think there’s just something in me that adores dramatic characters. I have no qualms about being mean to Marianne skdjdksj I want to put her in a little box and shake her around

2.) While I wouldn’t rank him among my favorites, I still like Tolys a whole lot and wish I could characterize him better. I don’t know how to draw him, which is why I’ve put off all of the Liet asks I’ve got in my inbox (I’m so sorry SOBS). I want to get a cup of coffee with him, if I’m being entirely honest. Of all of my character playlists, while I’m unsure of its accuracy, I think the one I made for Lithuania is my favorite!

#floralcrematorium ask box

[jedi-grandmaster]

Hello! I've been following you for a little while now and I'm curious about something I see pop up in your feed every so often: is there a serious conflict online about the jedi order being good or evil? I just watched the prequels for the first time recently and I never considered them as bad, just human. I always viewed the conflict, especially in ROTS, as multiple "shades" of good (ex: the Jedi council are wary of Anakin because he has the potential to be dangerous while Padme wants to save him because she loves him, but neither are inherently evil), and that it just added to the whole tragedy. Do you know a little more about this? (Btw, no pressure to answer, opinions on social media are scary! I'm just very new to the fandom and you seem pretty level headed and more seasoned than me :))

Hi anon! Opinions on social media can absolutely be scary, but this blog isn’t scary, so don’t worry!

Ah, I guess you could say I’ve got some seasoning here lol. Welcome to the Star Wars fandom, watch for the landmines.

To be 100% clear and upfront, there is no conflict in canon at all about their morality: they are good guys working and giving everything they have for goodness. They are shown to be heroes time and time again and are only ever shown to be “iffy” by narrators who are known to be untrustworthy, “gray,” or straight up evil in the first place. Fandom is different. There is absolutely conflict, it’s a spectrum from what I’ve seen, and some of the “hot takes” are rancid.

Yeah, I’ve been here for a while, and unfortunately many people believe the Jedi are oppressive child stealers (literally been refuted in canon about a million times; literally the main argument used against them). @monjustmon and @gffa have spoken about this in great length in the past. Personally, I think it comes from people stanning groups of people who have historically rivaled the Jedi and looking for excuses to call their favs “good” and their antagonists “flawed”. (Problematic favs are great, just please accept that doesn’t make them good).

To start, I wouldn’t call the Jedi council acting the way they did with Anakin as shades of good, but just them acting as they should have in an unprecedented and potentially dangerous situation. Anakin was sus, 100%, no ifs, ands, or buts. Them being cautious about what they let him do in a galactic war makes sense (especially considering that when he was out of Obi-Wan’s direct line of sight he murdered an entire village, including the children and got married to a senator. He also had a major hand in the genocide of his people not too long after).

The conflict itself was initiated, fueled, and ended by the sith. The skirmishes? The sith. The battles and slaughterings? The slavery rings? The sith. The stolen children? The sith! The genocide of a peaceful culture? The sith! Every slanderous campaign and the growing, cultivated attitude of the Jedi in the period leading up to and during the war was because of palpatine and his little followers.

I don’t want to get too into it in case this isn’t what you were expecting (come back to my inbox if you want any clarifications or anything, anon!), I just think it’s important that the fandom remembers to take a step back and look at it from an objective point of view.

Thanks for the ask, anon!

#thanks for the ask anon! #and welcome to the fandom! #my thoughts are a little jumbled but I’m tired:’) #Jedi council #star wars #ask #anon #tempo talks

[skyward-floored]

Hi there! Been a while since I’ve snooped around in your asks so I come with some questions and news!

What are your thoughts on the new Tears of The Kingdom gameplay? All the memes and art people are creating is making me laugh and the lore implications just keep growing! I also noticed how Nintendo specifically said that the ascension ability would be good for getting out of a cage. Who is caging link?? Makes me think we might get a throwback to the forsaken fortress in where we have to sneak around.

Speaking of wind waker, I am borrowing my friends Wii U! I played like 15 hours of it on Saturday and I’m almost done! Just gotta finish off getting all those triforce pieces! Playing through has made me absolutely adore the game and has given me a better sense on how I would want to write link!

Hope you’re having a lovely week, floored! I always love seeing you on my page!

Hiya! Nice seeing you in my inbox again :D

It’s... wow.

I finally sat down and watched it, and honestly I’m overwhelmed! It looks so fun, I mean you can rewind time! Go through walls! Glue together almost anything you want!!! I used to do that exact thing in scribblenauts, and it looks like it’s going to provide so many fun opportunities to just mess around (the staple of any good game in my opinion lol).

The lore is super interesting, I gasped when they showed him pick up the Zonai charge thing! Obviously we’re going to learn more about them and I can’t wait.

I was wondering about the cage comment as well... I wonder if enemies capturing Link will be a mechanic in some way, not just at a certain part, but maybe certain enemies themselves will always be able to do that? Or it could be like you said with the Forsaken Fortress, or maybe the part in oot with the Gerudo, or even the Dark Forest in albw!

Whatever it’s like, I’m so excited to someday mess around in this game. It’s seriously making me consider buying a switch with my savings but I reeeeally shouldn’t 😭

Ah you’re playing Wind Waker!!! It’s so fun. I love sailing around everywhere, and the story and characters are so great. I wish you luck with the triforce pieces, I got so stuck at that part XD

#hope you’re having a great week too! #answers from the floor #thatguylainey #tears of the kingdom #tears of the kingdom spoilers #totk spoilers #sorta anyway

[booasaur]

How are you, Boo? Just want to check in on you.

And another anon:

I’m so sorry to hear you feel burnt out. I hope that’s just when it comes to gifing and watching the disappointing shows we’ve been getting (some were disappointing for their storylines others for their premature cancellation and others for their fanbases). I hope you are still finding joy in other things! Please know we don’t just love you for your gifs (as great as they are!). No spoilers but I have a lot of non-Ellen/Pam feelings about FAMK 3x10 I want to share with you, but I’ll save them for after I know you’ve had a chance to watch.

Hey! It’s super nice of you two to reach out.

Kinda feeling the same as I wrote last, not feeling up to watching much. I’m still on the fics and a few other things, though they seem like temporary replacements while I wait this out, I guess.

I wouldn’t even say any of the shows were disappointing, or not more so than usual, I think it’s just me. I went back to see the last time I watched three eps of a show in a row and it was when I was catching up on Made for Love more than a month ago.

I mentioned I’d see how I felt when ALOTO came out and for a bit I was really hyped! Thursday night, let’s watch, got half an ep in before I hopped over to the FAMK finale, and then I just couldn’t find it in myself to return to ALOTO. Even though the half I watched I really loved! It was delightful, funny, lots of women, seemed quite f/f-y, and most of all, the characters had personalities. And given what other people have been saying and the many, many blacklisted (for spoilers) posts I’m seeing go by, it does seem quite great! I just... not right now.

I remember when people used to say, oh, you know how you have to be in a certain mood to watch something, the stars have to align, and I would be like, not me, I’ll watch every new show the moment it’s out. Now I just find them intimidating. :x 

Same with asks, I actually opened my inbox because I wanted to talk about the FAMK finale but I got three and was like, that’s enough of that. I saw the second ask above, and same, had so many feelings about the non-Ellen/Pam stuff but just...you know. Didn’t feel up to it.

But, I’m here now. I’m really unhappy again, lol, about the deaths! Especially in how random and pointless a way they were done. Also, did we ever see Karen talk to Kelly about the baby? If anything, they could have really played up her grandchild being born and her still dying but the focus was just on Jimmy?? If I have to continue putting up with these Stevens siblings in s4.... Lmao at Ed being like, you’re telling me you’re a massive, lying screw up with a death wish and think that’ll convince me to send my pregnant daughter with you? There isn’t a lot I loved about this season but Ed’s protective streak and more importantly, love for Kelly, were up there.

And MOLLY? I loved her being brought back but if they were gonna do it just for a very random fade to gray death, why do it at all?? “We gotta write these actresses off even though their characters will be in their 60s/70s and could easily have just retired, like how we kept Molly off screen for most of this season. Yes, the only answer is death.” I mean, I get that they wanted Molly to go out heroically, dying as she lived, but then at least write her a heroic scenario. Still, I was touched by the smoke closing over her, of course. I’m not above being emotionally manipulated!

The Margo thing, god. Y’all know how I’ve felt about this the whole time. I couldn’t have foreseen this, though, lol, but it’s definitely a hilarious way to bring about new dramatic tension for another season. But unless they bring Ellen and Pam back, I’m not sure I’ll even really be paying attention for s4.

#replies #sent on 20220807 #sent on 20220812 #Anonymous #5 #for all mankind #for all mankind spoilers #for all mankind 3x10 #personal #now I gotta finish last week's only murders and somehow read all of oleander in time to write a review tonight :x

[mxc94]

Hey hey! I’m going to hit you with a reverse uno and ask: 1. What do you think Logan’s New Years resolutions would be? And 2. What about you! What do you hope to do in 2023? 💕🎉✨

Thanks for the ask! It’s been quite a while since I’ve actually got an ask in my inbox (I had to blow off the dust lol).

In terms of Logan’s New Years resolutions, I feel like he’d probably try and act too cool for it since he’s definitely the kind of guy who tries to act above it (despite obviously not being above it lmao). However, in terms of personal goals, he probably just wants to continue to be perceived as being somewhat cool though Louise would definitely throw a wrench in those goals (canonically and in fanon).

In terms of my own hopes and dreams, I’m hoping to finish school in a few months and finally save up enough money to wipe out my debts and move out to London. It’s big (and admittedly daunting) goals but if I even make it halfway there, it’ll be a good year. Also, I definitely wanna watch more shows (including Bobs Burgers of course!) and read some more comics and stuff. I think I can definitely do that at least lol.

Thanks again for the ask! Happy New Year!

#ask #bobs burgers #new years #2023

[batbirdies]

Can I ask you what you're working on right now? Or what you'd like to work on? Don't want to put any pressure on you of course! I just love your works! 🤗

Aww anon you are sweet. No worries at all, my life has been a bit crazy the last couple months, and there are at least two other asks in my inbox I have not answered (sorry 🥲)

Currently I have a couple things… I want to finish Penny Drops badly, and I know what I want to happen in the next chapter but I haven’t quite figured out how I want to wrap up the ending entirely… of course it would help if I wrote the next chapter lol. (I’m thinking at this point it will be from Dicks POV if anyone is interested)

There’s also the one shot where Robin Jason comes to Bruce with a nightmare for the first time - that one is at least half drafted

Otherwise I have a longer Tim-is-Robin centric story where he falls down an abandoned well while doing some personal photography on some abandoned property. He gets trapped, it’s a bad time, Bruce has to come save him.<— that one is big on my list, I have a lot of it mostly drafted.

Unfortunately I’ve been struggling with some anxiety as well as ADHD lately and it’s been really hard to sit down and write. I’m trying some new medication and hopefully it will get better. I’ve also had a chronically ill cat that keeps getting respiratory infections and that is ☹️

My roommate is also moving out which is exciting for me!! Because finally I get the place to myself and I can live on my own!! But the cost of living will be tight, and I need to replace a bunch of stuff she will be taking with her when she leaves — however like three days ago I applied for a new position at my office that I spoke to HR about this morning and they said I have a really good chance of getting it as an internal applicant! And it pays a lot more than my current position. So that would be great!! But also still stressful lol.

Anyway. A lot going on 😂 eventually the writing bug will bite me again I think but I’m needing the rest for a bit. I always appreciate polite interest though even if it’s just to ask about ideas. I love discussing ideas even if there’s no true narrative.

#Batbirdies answers #Batbirdies writes

[moonjxsung]

hii star, it’s ⛈️ anonnie

first of all, happy easter (if you celebrate 🫶🏻)! I hope you have a good weekend, and hopefully have some extra days off! I have a long weekend from Friday to Monday so I’m chilling 😎

I was wondering: is 2 weeks long enough to wait to ask if someone got your ask? lol, this is not a subtweet or a callout post, I’m just curious how others time these things given how tumblr tends to eat asks. also, the person I’m waiting for a reply from hasn’t made any posts indicating that they have a lot of asks to get to, or that they’re taking a break from asks.

I know lots of writers on stayblr have busy inboxes, and I def don’t want to be one of those people who impatiently asks someone to answer their asks when they have a full inbox. I feel like my ask may have gone into the void, because this person answers their asks pretty quickly and has been doing it recently. they haven’t indicated that they’re going to take a break from answering asks for any reason. and I actually sent them an ask before the one I’m waiting on to make sure they write the thing I requested and they said yes, and they also seemed pretty excited about it? it was also a sfw request so I don’t think any of the content would make them change their mind.

the reason I think they may not have gotten to it yet is because it’s a pretty long ask. the ask was to request headcanons, so I shared some of my own and it was long (they said it was okay to share my headcanons). so I understand reading a big wall of text can be overwhelming. I also saw someone else on stayblr say recently that because they don’t get a lot of asks, they’ll let ‘good ones’ sit a long time so they have something to answer when interaction is low. I don’t think that’s the case, this person answers a lot of asks of varying lengths. I also don’t think my ask was so great that they’re ‘saving it for later’, that just feels conceited on my part lmao

but yeah, should I send an ask to see if they got it? I don’t want to be annoying. I honestly don’t think any of my asks have disappeared into the void before. they usually get answered eventually, or the people I follow give a heads up that they cleared their inbox because they didn’t want to answer what was sitting there. and like, I’m fine if this person doesn’t want to answer my ask. I just don’t know if I’ve given them enough time 😭

Hi angel!!!! I hope you have the best weekend! Long weekend is so fun, I hope you have so much fun stuff planned 👼🫶

Hmmm I was going to say the same part about letting some asks sit for a little while until you either have something lengthy to reply, or when interaction is low. But if they’ve been actively answering asks then it’s definitely possible yours may have been eaten by tumblr OR that they’ve just decided to save it for later or even discard it entirely. Personally I would just confirm with them whether they received it or not! I will say that sometimes when you see writers answering a ton of asks and yours isn’t in the pile, ocassionally they’ll be answering older ones that have also been queued up and it still might be a while until they get to yours. Maybe that’s the case (I’m so guilty of this ☹️) but I don’t think a brief message would hurt either! 2 weeks is a reasonable amount of time to inquire and see where they might be at with it.

I hope you know you’re not annoying either!! Authors appreciate any and ALL asks and sometimes it’s just a whole workout trying to get through them. But your asks are always so lovely and I’m sure they’re getting around to it so don’t stress or think you’re annoying in any capacity! Sending love 🫶��💓💞👼

#⛈️ anon #ask

[umilily]

Hihi :)) it's butler meru anon! I have retuned hehe

Anyways - I've been thinking about spending Valentine's with Meru scenarios... Specifically like

Himeru is absolutely /whipped/ for you - imagine this is a timeline thats different from coffee cups where you and meru met differently, probably youre a cute secretary lady under cospro and himeru enjoys your presence - and since Valentine's day is around the corner, Himeru wants to ask you out but the thing is he's completely lost on what to do; he didn't expect to fall in love with you and especially didn't expect how deep his emotions go for you so while he's smiling to himself and chuckling at thoughts of you- this man? Completely lost.

Fortunately - or unfortunately depending on how you want to look at it - his unit mates even roommates are willing to throw some ideas out for him! Besides the constant teasing he gets because of his little crush

- "How did you know HiMERU likes them? I've never explicitly said anything that might have indicated that."

- "You were smiling like a lovestruck boy when she was talking to you, it's pretty obvious."

-"Ah."

Anywho, after some back and forth and pros and cons, he decided to slip a small love letter with some of his paperwork and and hoped you noticed. Himeru tried his best to conceal his nervousness yet excitement, and when you wrote a love letter back? His eyes basically gleem and shine with utter joy. He had to contain himself but he!! Is very happy!! And later that Valentine's day you two go on a cute little date and it's just. Pure fluff no lewd just pure toothache fluff.

You know that one clip where this Korean guy in a kdrama was kicking his feet in bed and giggling when he sees his gf? Yeah, that's Meru with you.

Welcome back butler meru anon! (is that just going to be your name now? lol please let me know if you’d prefer something else) Hope you’re doing well :3 Thank you for blessing my inbox with another great scenario of yours! 

I gotta admit that this made me giggle and kick my feet when I read it this morning. Maybe it sounds a little odd, considering the kind of smut I’ve put out in the world lol, but reading anything fluffy just makes me so flustered (>////<) 

I wholeheartedly agree that Himeru would be an absolute mess. Like it’s one thing to act all suave and put together on stage or in front of a camera, but when face to face with you - just smiling and cheerfully wishing him a good morning, when he comes into the office? How do words work again? Given Himeru’s background, I can’t imagine that he has a lot of first hand experience when it comes to romance, so i think when it hit him that he likes you - like a lot - he’d be so damn lost, it would be funny if it weren’t so sad to witness him choke on his coffee when you unexpectedly say something to him. 

And like you said, he’s so damn obvious about it too, so that it’s only a matter of weeks until everyone - except you of course - got his little crush figured out. It might be a bit of a surprise at first, because who would have seen coming that Himeru of all people would act so damn awkward around you? But his struggle eventually becomes so painful to watch that it is collectively decided that he needs help, and from then on he would never know peace again, because he can’t save himself from more or less useful input from everyone around him. They’d all be so invested and come up with increasingly ridiculous plans to get him a date. (I can perfectly picture Rinne pestering you when you’re trying to work “to find out what you think about Meru”, who nearly dies from second-hand embarrassment when he finds out about it lmao or he’s just getting ready in the morning with Arashi and Tetora as his personal hype-woman and -man in the background as he mentally tries to prepare for seeing your face) But Himeru refuses to do anything that’s like super out there or over the top, because he still has an image to maintain, you know? (and what if you don’t feel the same way and say no…?)

In the end the love letter idea is something Kohaku drops only half seriously and in passing, because it just seems way too obvious of a move, surely Himeru must have considered that already. But he hasn’t really, not seriously at least, but now that he thinks about it a little more… Perhaps it would be the best course of action. It allows him to sort out his thoughts and put them into words without the risk of getting distracted by you and stumbling over his words like a fool. It still takes a long time and a lot of drafts getting discarded until he manages to come up with something satisfactory and not too cheesy. (He hopes.) He’s running a bit short on time to make it before Valentine’s Day, so he just slips the letter in between the paperwork he has to hand you anyways and hurries off once it’s safely in your hands…

And poor you. You can’t help feeling a little confused. Why is he in such a rush? You’d have liked to chat for a little bit… Lately, all you’ve been doing is working overtime - which admittedly you volunteered for, because your colleagues are all busy with buying presents for their partners or planning cute dates… Meanwhile you’re stuck here with boring paperwork and no date in sight. You’ve bought yourself some cheap chocolate to fuel you while you work away, occasionally allowing yourself to slip into a daydream or two about actually getting any as a gift… maybe even from your favourite idol… By the time you get to the final stack of documents - the one Himeru had brought over earlier - it’s late already and you’re alone on the office floor. A fact you end up being very grateful for when you spot the small envelope that looks nothing like the ones usually used at ES with your name on it. This way the excited squeal that leaves you when you open it and read the letter stays between you and the office walls. You had been ready to go home soon, but now that you’re holding this in your hands, you’re suddenly full of motivation to keep writing for a little longer… 

To say that Himeru is nervous when he comes into work the next morning would be an understatement. He’s tempted to just sneak past you, but you spot him before he manages to slip away and call him over to your desk. You’re rummaging around with some documents and he’s just standing there frozen in place, because what if you say something about the letter? Or what if you don’t? The latter ends up happening, because you just  brightly smile and hand him a stack of paper with the request for him to read the documents until the end of the day. Himeru tries his best to not look disappointed that apparently his plan of asking you out didn’t work. 

The disappointment, however, doesn’t last very long, because once Himeru has a break from practice and uses the time to go over the paperwork you’ve given him while he tries catching his breath, he notices something amongst the stack that he did not expect to find there. There’s a letter. Addressed to him. In hindsight, it may have been smarter not to open it in the presence of the rest of his unit, but he can’t help his curiosity and his heart pounding in his chest. Of course his dopey smile doesn’t go unnoticed by the others and he has to run a few laps around the practice room to escape them trying to get a glimpse at the letter you wrote, but he can’t seem to mind all that much when taking the leap ended up being this much of a success. Now he only needs to figure out where to take you for the date, you’ve suggested after work…

Hehe, I had a lot of fun thinking about this :3 it also gave me the motivation to finish editing the Valentine's special for coffee cups, so I'll get back to that now ^^

Thanks again for stopping by and making me blush and giggle! <3

#lily answers #shoe anon

[soonsluv]

RAIN!!!! hello my babyyy, how are you? It's been a while! I've been busy with uni and trying to be a functional human being lmao the school work isn't actually that much rn, but I still need to make it a habit, yk? I'm a chronic procrastinator and my problem is that i know i can get away with it KDNSKWN if i didn't menage to have good results even doing things on the day before a deadline I probably would be a better student lol

i loved your new theme!!! So cute 💝🤲 have you seen the mv trailer for "hot"?? Very hot indeed, im loving the direction but still am a but lost in the concept lmao (cyberpunk sexy cowboys is the best i have so far)

AND LATTE ANON IS ALSO FROM BRAZIL? pls i hope this doesn't sound too much like a stalker lmaoo but i was scrolling down your blog and saw a bit of your convo!! >> Oi oi latte, tudo bem? <<

hehe I'll be back with some ThoughtsTM later 👀

Oh!! And before i forget, i saved this link earlier this week to send to you 💝 have some of my hoshi pretty boy agenda 😌 (YES he is a lil gf AND YES he's also a pretty babyboy....)

- 😺 anon

your baby??🫣 i’ve been doing relatively good my sweetheart<33 except for rn tho, my brain is melting and spilling out of my ears bc of this research paper i procrastinated on working🤕 that’s good to hear, i’m so proud of you!! honestly doing things on time is so annoying but also relieves you of so much stress so keep working ok your work ethic(not like me lmao)

thank you!! my themes have always been so dark so i wanted to change it up :) and yes i saw it🤭🤭 honestly when i heard the lyrics, i was waiting on snoop dog to come out of the shadows😭

you just asked them if they’re were doing alright, didn’t you?😎 also may i rec this french/brazilian artist i listened to? his name is drey karper, he’s pretty underground or whatever😋

and yes pls do!! thoughts are always welcome in my inbox :)

you saved something to send to me??🥹 you’re so sweet gato, thank you so so much<3 any hoshi content is good for my soul tbh

#😺 anon #asks

[wellthebardsdead]

Gateway {Jesse Mccree x Fem Gamer Reader}

I think this’ll be the last one in the series, I had requests for a few other characters but my inbox is loaded with prompts for them plus I’ve run out of ideas beyond this last one lol, and Jesse is too much fun to write for! So enjoy! ~Bambi

Edit: this was written before the name change and I don't have the time to go through and edit it.

The fluorescent lighting flickered over the toilet cubicle as you sobbed... Your boyfriend of 5 years had rang you and told you he’d be working late again, you didn’t mind, he’d been doing it a lot lately... you thought he was saving up to propose to you.

You were a professional Overwatch gamer, YouTuber and twitch steamer, and a famous one at that. You shared a beautiful apartment with your boyfriend, and while he went to work at his day job you stayed home and streamed, It sounded perfect, but it was anything but.

He frequently complained you earning more than him felt emasculating. He often said it was unfair you got to make more than him by just sitting on your ass all day, even going so far as to say you only made money because your fans were all thirsty men... He didn’t care about the tedious editing, or about the mental and physical toll it was taking on you. He didn’t care that while he got to go to bed you had to stay up and keep working when all you wanted was to rest, he didn’t appreciate you...

However his attitude to your career would do a full 180° whenever it came to you getting him something... a new watch, a new laptop, even a brand new car... Not a single complaint was heard...

Youd done so much for him, and now that he’d begun staying at work late you foolishly thought that maybe, just maybe... he was going to do something for you and propose...

You wanted to surprise him at work and thank him for his efforts... you put on an elegant but cute slip dress, some nice heels, and slipped out into the night...

After a short taxi ride you rushed up to your boyfriends office... and you regretted it immediately... He was there.., with some young woman on his desk, an engagement ring on her finger... and one on his too... He’d used you...

And now here you were, in a public toilet crying your eyes out... Youd been in here for hours now... After composing yourself you grabbed a wad of the thin toilet paper and dried your tears... You walked out of the cubicle and headed home...

...

That was 3 weeks ago now...

“Oh my god what part of get your ass over here don’t you understand?!” You shouted through the headset as you threw down a biotic field. The reaper player on your team had been pissing everyone off complaining they needed heals but wouldn’t come to the healer, and now they wouldn’t even come to the field youd laid down. “Bleeeegh I’m a salty girl gamer whose not getting her w- WHAT THE FUCK?!” The reaper main shouted into his mike as he was wiped out by the enemies d.va.

You burst out laughing watching him get eliminated. “Yeah I’m not ressing you.” The mercy main on your team cackled as she tauntingly flew over the reaper mains body. You muted him as he began to bitch and rant. Toxic players were to be expected, but at least you’d had a rather nice team tonight apart from him.

A tired sigh escaped your lips as you sipped at your whisky and hugged your blanket tight as the game ended in a victory for your team. It was a very special blanket, well... serape... it was an exact replica of your main... Mccree.

“Is it alright if I go Jesse? After that round I don’t think I can handle playing soldier if that dick is gonna be on our team again.” You ask as you selected your favourite cowboy. “Sure!!” Most of the team chant in unison. You could see the reaper main slamming you in chat... “how in the flying fuck will it go against the Meta?” You scowl. “Suck on my peacekeeper ya dick I’m not changing!” You say as you waited for the rest of your team to select.

You smile hearing the familiar chime of the sub emote go off. You glance at your second screen where the twitch stream was going strong with heart felt comments asking how you were doing, you shared everything with your followers, to an extent at least. You told them you’d been going through a bad breakup and you might not be as chipper as usual. They were all sympathetic while others were genuinely worried for you...

For the past weeks your health had declined drastically. Youd occasionally drink during your drunk overwatch games with friends but now it was all the time. You used to stream cooking a healthy meal before games and now you just ate pizza or frozen ready meals... and you were starting to look very unwell...

Your apartment was practically empty now, he’d taken most of the furniture, now all that was left was your stuff. But just because it was almost empty didn’t mean it was clean... In your grief, a mountain of chores stacked up. Laundry sat unwashed and others unfolded, left over Chinese sat rotting in the fridge, and the kitchen was littered with empty pizza boxes and whisky bottles... You needed help... but you were too hurt and too scared to admit it.

You were depressed, and you were lonely... at least the streams gave you some company. “Thank you guys for the subs..., yeah I’m fine.. I’m.. fine...” you sigh as the game started up. You weren’t fine...

What started out as what should have been a clean sweep turned into an all out skirmish when that fucking reaper main decided to swoop in and fuck everything up... you felt sweat forming on your brow as you waited for the opportunity to unleash your ult... you were running low on health, your Mercy was struggling to keep up, and that fucking asshole took the med pack he didn’t even need.

“Fuck it...” you mumble releasing your ult at the perfect time, the enemy Reinhardt wiped out the reaper and ran right into line of fire... “it’s hiiigh noon...” Mccrees deep voice echoed through the speakers as you unintentionally wiped out the enemies only tank. You and the rest of your team were laughing so hard you almost didn’t hear it...

“Teleporter online... I have opened the path...”

“Hold on whose playing Symmetra?” The Tracer main on your team asked. “I am but I haven’t opened a Teleporter... is there another Symmetra on the enemy team?...” a young man sounded over the voice chat. “No there’s no sym-... look out?...” you mumble as you glanced at your stream. It was going mental, subs pouring in by the second, and comments flooding in, all screaming for you to-

You were struck hard on the back of the head by something blunt and metal before something heavy slammed into you sending you tumbling from your chair.

You hit the ground hard, the room was spinning, and you could hear gun fire but it wasn’t from the game. You looked at the wall adjacent to your desk to see a giant portal... and moving towards it... Gabriel Reyes... reaper...

A pained grunt sounded beside you, you heard the click of a revolver... “Sorry jefe... it’s high noon...” An ungodly loud bang sounded leaving only a ringing in your ears as a string of bullets flew through the portal striking reaper before the gateway closed...

Your vision tunneled as the pain in your head overwhelmed you... “oh.. Oh Fuck me... what have I done?...” that voice.. you’d know it anywhere... You looked up in time to catch a glimpse of a very familiar red serape and a gloved hand reaching towards you... “Jesse?...” you mumble before you blacked out.

Mccree recoiled hearing you say his name... how did you know him?... he looked you up and down before his eyes rested on the blanket... It wasn’t exactly a comon print... it looked identical to his minus all the wear and tear his had sustained. “What in the Sam hell...” he mumbled.

He blinked hearing people talking... it was coming from your headphones.. he followed the cable up before rising to his feet with a pained grunt in time to see your POTG proudly playing on one of the screens. He froze seeing himself... He turned his attention to the twitch stream seeing subs pouring in and comments all directed at him... he reached out and turned the computer off.

The room went dark, the only light was that of the AC unit displaying the temperature, and the LED’s on his chest plate. It was enough for him to safely scoop you up and carry you out.

After opening a few doors he sighed with relief as he found your bedroom, your bed was huge, plush, lonely... he lay you down and quietly inspected your wound, you had a lump but it wasn’t anything serious. He’d need something cold for it though.

He took a moment to admire you, the cowboy couldnt help but stop and stare at things he found beautiful... and you were one such thing. You groaned and he caught a whiff of a very strong whisky on your breath. He whistled and staggered back a little, “yikes... aw... someone’s had a rough night...” he mumbled with an understanding smile.

After taking a moment to tuck you in and pat your hair he walked out to the kitchen to find something cold for that bump. He immediately froze seeing the state of your apartment... It was a sight he sadly recognised all too well, he’d been in the same situation many times...

He took off his hat leaving it on the dining table next to a pile of torn up photos of you and your now ex boyfriend... -poor Darlin... no wonder she’s hurtin...- he thought as he began to rummage through the fridge, he highly doubted you’d be pleased with some rotten chicken noodle soup on your head, and the alarming amount of energy drinks while cold wouldn’t be very comfortable for you to lay on.

The freezer didn’t prove much better either, he sighed only finding frozen ready meals... And a half empty bag of frozen peas. Bingo!

He was out of luck looking for a clean dish towel to wrap it in, so he removed his serape and wrapped it in that instead, it’d be comfier too... he walked back to your room and gently tucked it under your head so the bump was nestled comfortably in the now very cool fabric. He carefully tucked the rest around your neck to keep you snug.

Now that that was taken care of he took another moment to observe you. Judging by what he’d found it was clear you weren’t looking after yourself. He carefully felt your arms, then your ribs being mindful of where he put his hands, you were rather thin, not sickly but enough to warrent concern, and the paled tone of your skin definitely wasn’t from the concussion he’d unintentionally inflicted upon you either.

Jesses downfall would always be his kind heart, it’s what got him caught during his deadlock days, what drove him to leave blackwatch, and now... it’s what was fueling his desire to look after you... He’d decided, he was going to take care of you.

He suspected it’d be a while before youd wake. The alcohol would probably keep you asleep for a while judging by how much you drank. For a moment he looked at the plush bedding and considered just flopping onto it and going to sleep but... he couldn’t just leave you unsupervised... so he got to work cleaning your apartment.

Mccree was by no means a fussy man, if it were his room on base or his ranch he wouldn’t mind a little mess but this was beyond just a small mess now. Plus... he wanted it to be nice for you...

He did the laundry and folded it, even going through the effort of folding a fitted sheet and saying the F word about a hundred and twenty seven times throughout the process. After that he did the dishes, and even fixed a leaky tap.

He’d just taken the trash out and was enjoying a smoke as the sun began to rise when he heard a familiar voice crackle to life over his com. “Mc-... Mcc-..Ree... jesse you there?”

Jesse spat out his cigar and fumbled to click on the mike, “s Sombra?! Is that really you? Oh thank God..,” he sighed with relief. He could hear people in the background cheering, he could make out Reinhardt and Genji specifically screaming with joy that they’d gotten contact with him, he felt so glad knowing they were alright. “Did everyone make it okay?...” he asks as he stubbed out the smoke with his boot.

“Yeah, everyone except you pendejo! What happened?!” She shouted. “Gabe had me cornered and then one of Symmetras portal thingys malfunctioned... I haven’t got a dang clue where I am but...” he paused. “But what?” Sombra asks. “But... I think I’m a videogame character here... so are you.., come to think of it I think almost half of us were on that screen but.. it looked like one of those battle royal things Genji and Hana play all the time.” He says rubbing the back of his head.

Sombra was quiet for a moment, “Well... I suppose I’ve seen crazier things. There’s thousands of parallel universes, so I’m not that surprised... are you okay though? You sound... upset...” she says worried. “I’m okay... I... dun goofed upon Landin here... I might have knocked out a civilian when I tumbled into her home.” He says embarrassed.

“HOW DID YOU EVEN MANAGE THAT?!” She screamed. “It was an accident! I was too focused on not getting shot!! I didn’t even see the fuckin portal behind me when I fell through and knocked the poor darlin out!!” He sighed. “If it makes ya feel better though it’s just a bump... I got it covered, she’ll be alright...” he says as he turned to head back inside.

She sighed and rubbed her forehead before putting a lock on the location his signal was coming from. “I suppose that’s okay. Winston and 76 are going to flip though.” She says annoyed. “Let em. You and I both know I’m pretty much the one funding overwatch right now.” He says as he stepped back into your apartment and closed the door. “You mean, mr Joel Morricone is~” she teased.

He couldn’t help but snicker, “who knew that dumb alias would haunt me beyond a botched blackwatch mission.” He chuckled, “oh... speakin of funds... don’t suppose you can find out if my cards will work here?...” he asks.

She went silent again and tapped away at her screen, “mhm, should be all good to go... I don’t know how long you’ll be stuck there, Winston and Mei are working it out, I’ll let em know it was something to do with vishkar portal thingy.” She says jotting down notes.

“Thank ya Olivia... I owe you a drink when I get back.” Jesse smiled sounding so happy to just hear a familiar voice. “Don’t mention it... just keep your nose clean and stay outta trouble Kay?... good luck Eastwood... Sombra out.” She says tapping off her com... Mccree smiled and tapped his off too...

He picked up his hat and your apartment keys before making sure he had his wallet. All set...

He knew it was risky leaving you on your own, but he spotted a cafe down the road from your apartment complex... he was there and back within a few minutes. Just in time to hear you stirring...

...

You opened your eyes and immediately sat up to run to the bathroom to vomit... but as soon as you moved your head the world flipped upside down. You brought your guts up then and there right into... a bin liner?... “shhh easy now darlin... let it out.” That voice... Mccree... you remembered last night...

Despite everything spinning you could make out a metal hand and a gloved one holding the bag open for you... there was no way the metal one was fake either given you could see the pistons and joins moving beneath the metal plating... you didn’t have much time to think about it as you hurled up another gut full of greesy pizza, energy drinks, and alcohol...

By the time you were done you were in tears sobbing over the bag... you whimpered as a bottle of water was held to your lips, “shhh you’re alright, take a sip and spit it out...” Mccree whispered as he patted your hair coaxing you to open your mouth.

You rinsed and after he took the bag away he lay you back down and helped you drink the rest of the water. It felt nice and cool on your throat... he was surprised at how calm you were seeing him, though in reality you were in complete shock... “alright now darli-...” he paused as you adorably took his cybernetic hand and observed it curiously... he smiled and gently squeezed your hand with it, “I... take it you know who I am?...” he asks.

You look up at him curiously... you’d know those brown eyes anywhere but... you never expected them to be so beautiful in person... “here... maybe this’ll prove I’m real.” He says suddenly hitting the pressure lock on his arm. It immediately went dead and released its grip on you. He slid it off showing you what was left of his limb.

Your breath hitched in your throat seeing the scarred flesh, among it the remnants of a deadlock tattoo... he went to put his arm back on before his whole body tensed up as you placed your hands on the stump wanting to feel it... you smiled and gently stroked your thumbs over the scars... he relaxed...

After a moment you let go and he clipped it back into place allowing a moment for the device to register his brain signals again. “Jesse?...” you whisper. Immediately his reaction gave away genuine surprise once more. This was him.., this was your Mccree...

“Yeah darlin... that’s me.” He crooned. “ can I ask your name sweetpea?...” he asks softly. Your heart fluttered at his sweet words, you’d heard his voice so often and yet hearing him say words beyond his in game voice lines made you melt. “Y/N... I I’m y/n.” You mumble out, unable to manage more words than that in your current state.

He nods, “Pretty name.” He smiled. “Do you remember what happened last night?” He whispers. You pause and think. You remembered the stream going mental, that toxic reaper main... reaper himself, you remembered getting hit in the back of the head and falling onto the ground... you remberred jesses voice calling for his deadeye... then his serape...

You blinked as he suddenly lifted said garment out from under your head. “Darn, damned things defrosted...” he sighed. “It’s still cold enough though, I’ll have to get an ice pack for you... do you think you’ll be alright on your own for a bit darlin?...” he says showing genuine concern.

You nod cutely up at him before your stomach growled. “...” you blush and look down embarrassed.

He chuckled, his laugh made your heart swell. “I got you some breakfast. Don’t know if that cafe down the road is any good but it looks nice. I’ll go grab it for ya. Sit tight.” He says patting your arm before walking out. You watched him leave before checking your phone... you saw millions of notifications but compldgely ignored them only focused on the time... you were late for your first stream.

As he reached the kitchen and pulled your food from the bag he froze hearing movement from your room... he walked back up there and panicked to see Youd up and disappeared. “Y/n?!” He says praying you’d just gone to the bathroom. He stopped in his tracks hearing the computer start up... “the fuck is she doin?...” he frowned.

He peered into your gaming studio to see you wrapped in your duvet lifting your chair off the floor and climbing into it to start your morning stream. You had his serape wrapped around yourself as well and you lay yours on your lap. You’d no sooner logged onto the computer when you were lifted up into jesses strong arms. “What in the heck do you think you’re doin missy?” He scolds.

You immediately felt so small in his embrace... “I I gotta work, I’ve never missed a stream, and I need to edit last nights... Last... oh god... everyone would have seen what happened!!” You blurt out. You adorably began to wiggle and try to get free of his grasp but Jesse wasn’t having any of it. “Y/N.” He says sternly, he sounded so in charge when he raised his voice... it was hot... “You have a concussion. You’re gonna go back to bed, eat your breakfast, and get some more rest. Am I clear or do I have to install a lock on this door for today?” He says as he carried you back to your room.

He wasn’t giving you a choice in the matter. “N no sir...” you mumble into the blanket as he lay you down. “Now stay put.” He says walking out. He returned a moment later with your food relieved to find you’d behaved and stayed snuggled into the blankets. After taking a moment to admire how adorable of a sight you were he handed you the food including a glass of water and some pain killers.

“I’ll try not to be gone long, please try to rest alright?” He asks as he put his hat back on. You nod and continue eating your food, after emptying your guts it was a miracle you were so hungry so quickly. “I-I will... I promise...” you say looking up at him... you had such sad eyes... he wanted to see them shine with happiness, and he planned on doing anything and everything he could to do that. “Alright darlin, Ill be back soon.” He says patting your hair.

After making sure you were comfy and had everything you’d need he left and headed to the store.

...

He’d arrived back an hour later to find you in the kitchen snuggled in his serape waiting for the microwave. “Y/N....” he frowned. You jumped and tried to hide behind the counter as if that’d do anything... you were more than a bit lethargic now, the pain killers he’d given you were very strong... you might as well be drunk right now.

He chuckled a little and set the food down walking behind the counter to find you hiding under the serape. -god damn it she’s got no right bein that cute!- he thought before lifting you up. Immediately you began to wiggle to try and escape. “N-nu... nu!” You whine. “Shh calm down, are ya hungry? Wasn’t breakfast enough darlin? That’s okay I got something for you to eat.” He smiled.

Immediately you held still, “food... microwave...” you mumbled. He looked at it to see the ready meal spinning around slowly. “What? That? Nah I got you something much nicer.” He says placing you at the dining table. You watched him mull about the kitchen whistling away as he did so, after a moment he sat down a pasta salad with grilled chicken and steamed veggies. It smelt so good... you immediately tucked in but in your lethargic state you were struggling.

He watched you begin to grow distressed at not being able to eat properly, -...so cute... too cute...- he thought before taking the fork from you and feeding you. He fed you little mouthfuls at a time and eventually you were finally done, with a full stomach and the pain killers doing their job you looked so sleepy.

After grabbing an ice pack he scooped you up and took you back to bed... he tried laying you down and encountered a problem, your clingy mode had been activated... he chuckled and lay down with you seeing as that’s clearly what it’d take to get you to rest. After a bit of adjusting and placing the ice pack down he sighed resting his head on the pillow... he fought off sleep until you dozed off, then immediately he followed you right to dreamland.

...

It was around 2 when he’d woken up. He couldn’t help but chuckle seeing youd up and vanished again. He slid out of the bed and as soon as he stepped into the hall he knew where to go, he followed the sounds right to your gaming studio. You were dressed in a shirt and a pair of shorts, your hair and makeup done, you seemed to have a lot more pep to you as you played. “Yes! Great job on that res mercy! You’re my angel!” You cheer before looking at the twitch chat, “yes I’m fine you guys it was just me and a friend messing around with some editing.” You say referring to their questions about last night.

You nearly leapt out of your skin as Mccree suddenly hugged you from behind, leaning on the chair, “what happened to stayin in bed?” He says softly. Immediately the chat went wild upon seeing the cowboy again. ‘Omg he even sounds like the real thing!’ One typed. ‘Just a friend huh? *winky face*’ another wrote. ‘Is he your new boyfriend?! Are you gonna start cosplaying too???!’ Another asked.

Mccree chuckled as you flew out of your chair and adorably tried to push him out. “Y-you can’t be in here while I’m streaming!!” You squeak.

He didn’t budge despite your best efforts, instead he lifted you up and sat in the chair before placing you in his lap, “hey now I wanna watch too~” he says holding you around the waist. The stream was swooning over him and you could hear the people on voice chat in game screeching thinking it was the voice actor. “O oh gosh!” You cover your face flustered. “Hey now look alive your in!” Mccree says tapping your side as the game started.

You fumbled with the controls and almost released your ult as your team bolted out of the gate. You could hardly focus as Mccree shifted you in his lap so you were seated more comfortably, you’d definitely had a dream like this more than once.

Jesse smiled loving how flustered he’d made you, he watched the game intently seemingly very curious. He observed every character, every voice line, every move... it was like he was watching them in a training simulation... they all looked and sounded just like the people he knew as his friends, family, and enemies... His ears perked up as you released his ult... he couldn’t help but laugh a little.

It was a miracle your team won in the end. You were all over the place and weren’t surprised to see the tank got play of the game instead of you.

You sighed and leaned back forgetting for a moment he was there until his arms slid around your waist again. “Done?” He asked resting his chin on your shoulder. Your face was bright red as you looked at the chat. ‘KISS HIM YOU FOOL!!’ One wrote.

“Y yeah I think I’m done streaming for today sorry guys I’ll see you all later! I’ll have a new video up shortly!” You say turning off the stream. You logged out of overwatch and opened up your video editing software but as you went to transfer the footage Jesse lifted you up and carried you out. “Nope, no more work today.” He whistled. “B-but!” You tried to protest but his firm hand on your but changed your tune very quickly, “if you’re well enough to work you’re well enough to come for a walk, you need to see sunlight ya blanket gremlin.” He chuckled.

He sat you down at the dining table and knelt down putting your shoes for you, he couldn’t resist sliding his hand up your leg a little, you let out such a soft gasp... This was a literal dream come true for you... your main Mccree who’d you’d fallen in love with as a character, was real, and he was right here in front of you treating you better than your ex ever did... Even still you couldn’t tell if he was just naturally flirtatious or if he was... actually interested in you...

You jumped a little as he helped you to your feet and pulled you close. “Ready?” He smiled. You blush and nod, “y yes but... what if I get dizzy or tired?...” you mumble. “I nearly fainted getting out of bed earlier... i it’s not because I woke up and saw you either!” You blurt out. He couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t worry, you start to feel funny just lemme know Kay?” He crooned.

His voice sounded like honey to your ears, you nod and smile sheepishly, “okay l let’s go then..” you say taking his hand in yours... Maybe a day off wouldn’t hurt...

He nodded and led you from your apartment...

What started as just a nice afternoon walk turned into dinner at a night market at the park, you two ate, played some festival like games, and settled comfortably on his serape under a tree watching live performances, he saw the sparkle return to your eyes... he’d do anything to keep it there too... He was about to open his drink when you whimpered holding your head.

You’d leaned against the tree forgetting about the lump, “Aw darlin come here...” he suddenly lifted you into his lap and leaned against the bark letting you lay on his chest. “Better?” He asks as he placed his drink onto your head, it was cold and made you shiver but it felt nice.

You nod and sigh contently resting your head against his chest. “Yes...Thank you...” you whisper. “Is everything alright y/n?...” he says softly. “...” you didn’t know how to reply... A soft gasp escaped your lips as he turned your head to face him, “y/n?...” he asks worried.

“... are you just... taking pity on me?... or...” you tried to look away but he wouldn’t allow it... he leaned down a little and kissed your hair, “that answer your question?... I think you’re cute alright. And when I saw the state you were livin in I could relate to it all too well... nobody deserves to be that miserable, especially not someone as hard working and sweet as you.” He smiled. “So please... lemme look after you... and stop sneaking out of bed when I tell ya to rest.” He chuckled. “I wanna make you happy y/n... will ya let me do that?...” he asks

Your face was bright red... he’d essentially confessed he wanted to be yours... you decided to test the waters... you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. He smiled and gladly returned the gesture, he set the drink down and his strong hands found their way to your waist pulling you closer letting him get a better hold of your tongue and a much deeper taste of you...

The next thing you knew you were home, jesses lips still pecking at yours. He pinned you against a wall, his strong hands on your butt holding you up and you him with your legs around his waist. You tugged on his belt buckle and he pulled back from the kiss. “Woah there babydoll... you’re still unwell, and I wouldn’t feel right takin you for a ride when you’re not 100%...” he whispered.

You were at a loss for words, your ex would have never of been so considerate. You nod sheepishly. He smiled and gave you a gentle peck on the cheek, “hey... don’t look so down... you wanna have a shower?” He whispered. “Can I have one... W-with you?...” you blushed. He was a little taken aback by the request but grinned and nodded, “well I ain’t ever been one to disappoint a lady, sure darlin, you’re lookin a bit wobbly too.” He crooned as he carried you to the bathroom.

He sat you on the vanity and got to work undressing himself for you, wanting to save the pleasure of unwrapping you for later. You were surprised at how much armour he had on, even under his shirt he had a thin bullet proof vest. A final measure incase his chest plate failed. Once it was off though you covered your eyes feeling very bashful.

“Hey... no need to be shy babydoll... you’re allowed to look...” you jumped as his hands grasped your wrists pulling your hands from your face... you timidly looked up at him then down at his torso... he was only in his trousers and chaps now.

His body was strong, stocky, muscular but with a little pudge in places. While he was no body builder it was clear he looked after himself more than enough to survive on the battlefield. His tanned skin was scarred in several places, cuts, bullet holes, and much to your horror, cigarette burns where someone had obviously put them out, uneven marks that could only be associated with torture... then there was of course, his arm...

You placed your hand on the cybernetic, “is... it waterproof?...” you ask. He tilted his head a little, “not this model no. Don’t worry I’ve gotten good at bathing without it.” He smiled. You blush, “n no.., I’m here now... I’ll help you bathe...” you say going to take it off. He tugged away but not in a way that said he was upset, he just wasn’t ready yet.

“Hold up darlin.” He chuckled, “I ain’t finished yet.” He said as he gently grabbed your shirt. “Arms up.” He crooned. “J-Jesse...” you gasp, you felt so nervous over this... why?... you tried to rip his clothes off moments ago... maybe you just weren’t used to someone being so intimate with you in a non sexual way. Despite the fact that Jesse was sliding your clothes off you, he clearly had no intent of having his way with you, at least not yet... he cared about you and what you needed...

You obeyed and raised your arms up letting him slide your shirt off. Then your shorts, he took his time removing your underwear and bra letting you shyly hide your breasts by hugging against him, but eventually he stood back to admire the view. “Beautiful...” he whispered feeling utterly breathless looking at you. You were still thin, and unwell, but that’s okay, he still thought you were gorgeous... a fragile little rose who just needed someone to pluck away the wilted petals and give you the love and care you deserve...

“Jesse...” you whispered trying your hardest to resist the urge to cover yourself. You were trembling with excitement and nervousness. “Shh okay darlin come’re.” He smiled lifting you up. He undid his belt and in one clean motion his trousers slid down his hips from the weight of the ammo on his belt. He clicked off his cybernetic arm leaving it on the vanity before hopping into the shower with you.

It was intimate, sweet, and fluffy... he helped you bathed with surprisingly little issue with just one arm. And you in turn helped him, you washed his hair, helped him bathe the parts he couldn’t reach with his arm and lack there of, and you both spent an additional 30 minutes just cuddling and talking under the hot water...

After drying off and applying a little of your moisturiser to his stump to sooth the irritation the pressure locks caused, you both changed the bedding to fresh sheets and snuggled up together, “how you feelin darlin?...” he yawned holding you close against his bare chest, “better, mmmmuch better.” You yawned in response. “Think you might take tomorrow off again?...” he asks as he smelt your hair, loving the apple and strawberry scent. You nod and smile, “only if we can go for another walk together?...” you whisper.

He hummed and smiled, “absolutely baby, I like the sound of that.” He whispers. You gently kiss his chin giggling a little as his beard tickled your nose. “Thank you Jesse...” you whisper. He leaned down and kissed your lips, “don’t mention it sweetheart..,” he whispers as he began to doze off. You yawned again and snuggled into his chest joining him on the sleepy trail to dream land.

...

A week had passed by, you were looking and feeling much better, Jesses love and care had put a spring back into your step. You cut back your streams to once a day, now all you wanted to do was spend time with Mccree. And the giant puppy of a man wanted just the same with you. He’d join you during streams and even played himself, he was surprisingly very good and each time fans would shriek thinking he was the ‘voice actor’.

Each day would conclude with a nice walk through the park followed by a dinner you’d cook together, you’d listen to music and dance without a care in the world. When Mccree started singing along to ‘Your Man’ while he twirled you around you got so flustered you went into a full on giggle fit squealing like a school girl. And after all that came a shower cuddle session, then bedtime snuggles.

It was bliss... you’d never felt more happy in your life. So when Mccree asked you to come home with him through the gateway... you gladly said yes...

It was around 7am when Jesse woke... somebody was banging on the front door... you were still fast asleep... he smiled carefully putting your noise cancelling headphones on you before giving your lips a soft kiss and creeping from bed.

After pulling on a pair of sweats and attaching his arm he walked to the front door and peered through the peephole... It was too early in the morning for his blood to be boiling like this... your ex stood outside... jesse recognised him from the torn up photos... he was outside, holding a bunch of flowers, he looked like he’d spent last night in a dumpster...

And he had... The woman you’d seen him with was completely unaware he’d cheated on her with you... and when he suddenly brought home a bunch of furniture and clothes she got suspicious and checked his phone... when she found out he’d been lying to not only her but you and a whole bunch of other girls too she threw him out on his ass. And now here he was, crawling back to you hoping to take advantage of your kindness again...

He banged on the door again, harder and louder this time, “Y/N OPEN UP!! PLEASE BABY IM SORRY!!” He shouted. As he went to knock again Jesse suddenly opened the door keeping his cybernetic arm hidden behind the doorframe. “Who the hell are y-” your ex tried to speak but Jesse cut him off, “No thanks we don’t want no girl scout cookies.” He said slamming the door in his face hoping he’d leave after seeing you weren’t alone here.

No such luck, he began to knock again, “hey! Open up you asshole!! Who the hell are you?!” He shrieked. Jesse ignored him and brewed a pot of coffee to keep warm expecting you to be up in an hour anyway, as he poured himself a cup the knocking stopped, then he heard your phone ringing from down the hall...

He scowled... this ends now... He walked back to the door and opened it sipping at his coffee. “Howdy, ain’t it a looovely mornin?” He smirked. Your ex glared up at Mccree, he was a little shorter than the cowboy, “look here punk I don’t know who the fuck you are but what the hell are you doing in my girls apartment?” He growled.

Jesse took another sip of his coffee and raised his brow, “your girl?” He laughed. “Y/N’s MY girl.” He says with a cocky grin, “ain’t your girl the poor sweetheart you cheated on with Y/N? Or is it the other way around? Kind of both ain’t it. You used both of the-” Jesse was cut off by your delicate voice behind him.

“Jesse?...” you yawned. You were dressed in one of the flannels he’d bought the second day into his stay, it looked like a dress on you, you stood there rubbing your eyes tiredly. “Y/N baby what the hell?! How could you just move on so fast?!” Your ex shouted taking a step forward.

Blackwatch mode activated... Mccree pushed him back and growled, “I suggest you stay right the fuck away from her before I make you...” he snarled growing more and more hostile... “or you’ll what huh?” Your ex says chesting up to him, “You think I’m scared of a man who sounds like one of the Beverly hillbillies?!” He spat at jesses feet...

“Last... warning...” jesse says coldly. “Good because this is my only warning!” Your ex says swinging a punch hitting Mccree in the jaw... he didn’t even flinch... instead he laughed, before smashing the empty coffee mug over his head and punching him across the face with his cybernetic hand. Your ex literally spun in circles before hitting the ground hard...

“Grab me a dust pan baby I’ll sweep up the shards,” he says his voice changing back to its soft and gentle drawl the moment he addressed you. You whimpered ignoring his request, instead you rushed to him and hugged him tightly before placing your hand on his cheek scared he was hurt. “Shhh oh sweetheart did I frighten you? I’m sorry... it’s okay, I’m alright..,” he smiled adoringly at you.

You shook your head and sniffled, still half asleep but filled with worry. “He hit y you he hit y you-” you hiccuped out as you began to cry. “Hey shhh I’m alright darlin, why don’t you have a cup of coffee, I clean up this mess and then we can make breakfast together and eat it in bed? How does that sound?” He smiled as he dried your tears. You nod and hug him again, “okay I I-”

“Teleporter online... I have opened the path...”

Your eyes went wide and Jesse held you tight as a portal opened in the outside hallway... it’s a good thing nobody else lived on this floor... An elegantly dressed woman stepped out, you recognised her immediately... Symmetra, “I’m looking for Jes-... oh my...” she says as she stepped on your ex. She looked up seeing Mccree holding you, both of you hardly dressed. “I’m terribly sorry I’ll come back when you’re dec-” she was cut off as another familiar face stepped out, Genji.

“Jess-.... wow you hound dog! You’ve only been here a week!” He laughed. You blushed and hid behind Jesse, “w-we haven’t had sex yet!!” You blurt out. Jesse threw his head back and laughed...

...

After kicking your ex out of the way you met and helped several other agents pack up your belongings. D.Va was so excited to hear you were a streamer and was adamant on getting you set up with a channel, and some new equipment, she referred to your set up as primitive compared to the tech they had.

Ana immediately fussed over you being too thin and insisted on cooking you breakfast. Reinhardt and roadhog moved the heavier stuff and Sombra even transferred all your funds into jesses account so after she was done creating an ID and citizen profile for you you could set up and transfer it into your own bank.

You were all set... Jesse smiled at you and held your hand as he put on his hat, “ready partner?” He says softly. You nod and wrap your serape around your shoulders before fixing his. “Ready when you are, cowboy.” You giggle. He leaned in and gave you a kiss before you both walked through the portal... once everyone was through, Symmetra closed it officially leaving your old life behind...

Your ex was still unconscious in the hall.., when he woke he found an empty apartment... but in the doorway he saw the torn up photos of you and him with a note that simply read, ‘So long, from the pale rider...’

#overwatch #Cole cassidy #Jesse mccree #Mccree x reader #Cole cassidy x reader #fem!reader #Overwatch fanfic #gateway au

[monstrouslyobsessed]

This is kind of intimate (which is why I'm on anon and will also spare you the details) but I once had a dream (nightmare?) Where I lived in an apartment that was haunted by this slender, thin entity. It never tried to hurt me, it just observed me daily. One day (?? Maybe?? It's a dream so time is weird) as I leave my apartment for work, the entity stops me at the door and asks "Would you love me if I was beautiful?" To which I laugh and say "Sure, maybe". Cut to some time later I'm with this cute guy or maybe it's a girl that I had been flirting for a while (Their appearance kept changing between feminine and masculine, I'm a bi mess) but I very clearly remember that after kissing me passionately, they looked down at me with eyes a little too dark and wide and a smile that was a little too stretched on the corners and asked me "Do you love now". That's when I woke up and almost cried because it was one of the most realistic and creepy dreams I've ever had. (Sorry for rambling) —anonymous

—tw / tags: implied stalking, implied foreplay, general yandere themes, semi sfw (due to implied foreplay), gn reader —featured character(s): unknown monster / shapeshifter

Creak. You stopped.

You stared at the doorframe. There were nobody standing there, this you knew of, but you could feel eyes on you. You tilted your head just a slightest and…you nearly jumped out of your socks, when something seemingly materialized from just the right angle. “Ah.” You said, as if it was a practiced script, “It’s you again.” You laughed, with a sheepish smile, “Sorry—you scared me.”

Familiar, as if you knew it as an old friend. An neighbor, really. Or, maybe it’d be better to call it as your roommate. It was shy, but it did little to hide itself from you and never once tried to harm you, that you lived with it without a second thought. Sometime you two talks, sometime…not at all. (It really like staring at you though.)

It was…oddly nondescript, its face nonexistent save for a gentle smile. Or, maybe your eyes couldn’t make anything out? There were an odd blur masking its face, concealing facial features from you. Its’ body was blacked out, rather than blurred, but you could tell it was thin. Very thin, willowy and tall, so tall that it was ducking under the top frame of the entryway. “Would you love me if I was beautiful?” It asked, its’ tone oddly soft yet…desperate?

Taken back, you blinked. This, was new. But, you snorted with that fond smile, “Maybe.” There was a slight urge in you to add, that it was perfect just the way it was. You said it as a joke though.

That was the end of it, when it vanished in a blink. You shrugged, thought nothing of its’ strange question, and moved forward through the door. 

It’d been a few days since you last saw your eldritch-like roommate. You hit up a T*nder match and a hot flirting led to you landing on your bed. Pulling your shirt over your head, your face flushed and smeared with lipsticked kisses, you panted at slender hands sliding down your skin, “Ohh…”

More kisses and teeth down yours. Eyes to eyes. 

But, something led you to a pause. A sudden sense of fear stiffened your spine when you realized just how smooth her skin were. Her eyes… “Hmpf?!” You were shoved down on the mattress and your new…friend saddled over your waist, with a skewed smile on her perfectly uncanny valley face. How did you not notice?

“You thought I was beautiful,” her husky voice reminded you of your recent skew of compliments, “so do you love me now?”

omg i love your mind… . hope you don’t mind that i whipped a piece inspired by you? and, feel free to ramble away!! i so love reading people’s rambles honestly!! i wish more people would ramble in my inbox tbh lol

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[hamliet]

I feel like people confuse heroes with what we know here in America as cops lol

What’s so wrong with Hawks killing Twice is that he’s claiming to be a hero. Heroes don’t kill. And people keep comparing them to real life cops who kill when they deem it’s necessary, or whatever.

Now don’t get me wrong I don’t think cops should kill either, but that’s a different discussion. But the bottom line is you can’t call yourself a hero if you can’t find a way to save people without killing someone else, and Hawks is doing just that, and the other “heroes” are allowing it, which in my opinion makes them not *true* heroes.

Why people insist on forcing cop values onto fictional heroes is beyoooond me.

So I got this ask like two months ago (at least; it might’ve been longer) and wrote out a response, but decided not to post it because it is a complex answer. With the diskhorse now revived and rearing its ugly head, I decided to refine a bit of this and post my thoughts. 

I don’t think a distinction between cops and heroes is really important, since as far as we have seen in BNHA... we aren’t really sure of the distinction, plus at least for me as an American, I can’t comment on Japan’s system (and there’s a major racism factor in the US).

We have seen heroes willing to kill in the manga (I mean, they were all trying to kill Tomura), though. This fits with this chapter’s (314) indication of a highly corrupt system. 

I also completely agree with you: in general (look extreme situations exist, but BNHA thus far isn’t in one; it will likely have one towards the end with AFO) if you can’t find a way to save a life without it coming at the cost of another, that isn’t something heroic to be celebrated, and that’s a cheap-ass view of justice (also as a personal value). It’s a tragedy, not something to be admired or inspired by or to aim for, all of which are generally responses to heroism as a concept (within our world and within BNHA). 

This idea--that killing is not heroic--is also reflected in the story for the most part: from chapter one, we are told a hero saves. We can thus conclude that someone who does not save is probably not intended to be seen as heroic in that moment (which is not the same as condemning them as a monster who cannot change). That is clearly a value of the story, so to uphold this, Twice’s death (since this is the scenario wherein this tends to be discussed) has to be wrong, thematically speaking. 

On the correlation of cops/heroes... it is complicated.

In general, I think it’s poor analysis to directly correlate fiction (especially when the work is from another culture than one’s own) to real current events, and particularly when they are so raw, real, and painful. At the same time, I also get that it’s impossible for brains not to make connections and see familiar circumstances in them. However, this doesn’t mean that 1=1 but instead is a blurry reflection in a mirror: the arguments and logic are not entirely removed from the real world, even if not intended to be 1=1 equivalents (by equivalents I mean direct representations of a particular real life event/concept). Even if the author does not intend the reflection, it can still exist and be picked up on by readers, or by the fandom in their respective contexts/cultures. This is not “wrong” of fans; we.all do this.

So, to return to how Twice’s death is analyzed within the specific context of fandom, I’m reluctant to equate it to the real world, while at the same time indeed finding it almost impossible not to shiver at the way the arguments used by hero stans mimic rhetoric from the real world. Personally, I do find it disturbing how many people come to my inbox and make the same exact arguments as “blue lives matter” folks. Of course it is fictional and therefore different, but it can trigger things especially given the current events in the US, where I live. I’m unsettled by said argument even with contextual and cultural changes taken into account, because on a “personal value” level, the arguments are just flat invalid, rooted in a very shallow understanding of justice, and prone to the whims of injustice. Additionally, many of the asks I’ve gotten do indeed draw on the real world “well it’s okay for real world cops/soldiers/etc” directly, which is partially why I think I’ve responded heatedly before, and why I think other meta writers have done the same. 

That does not mean these fans inherently have a certain point of view (many don’t); I’m just saying that the similarities in arguments specifically around the morality of using lethal force against a potential criminal is hella yikes for me personally, and I know I’m not alone in this (and also know that people closer to these issues than myself might feel differently too; there are no monoliths). Anyways, I wish more hero fans would acknowledge this when justifying Twice’s death. It’s fair to discuss it within the realm of the series’ portrayal of morality, and the story has been odd with the framing around Twice’s death: the narrative hasn’t called Hawks out (yet), while also portraying Hawks unequivocally as in the wrong during the actual murder (look at the panels again. Horikoshi drew them that way for a reason). 

But people often revert to real world justice arguments to vindicate Hawks, and... maybe don’t? 

Is Hawks brainwashed? To an extent, yes. He’s not more or less culpable than Dabi or Shigaraki just because the law gives him a license to kill. We can discuss ideological motives and how they impact the degree to which a character will be held responsible in a story because, of course, it is not the real world and is for a message, but that’s for another day. He needs a chance to free himself, but you can’t say that he did not do something wrong by killing Twice. That doesn’t make him a monster.

Anyways I think the fandom ought to be more sensitive and self-aware of the arguments we are making, and where they come from. 

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[xiao-cafe]

money sense — zhongli oneshot

pairing: zhongli x gn!reader tags: fluff, established crush on zhongli and everyone knows except him, a little bit of crack, ambiguous ending but it’s not sad summary: funds are running low so aether dumps zhongli at your door one day and asks you to teach the man how to haggle. wc: 1.3k 

It was a little past three in the afternoon when Aether arrived at your door with Paimon, screeching incessantly. Startled by the sudden intrusion, you emerged from your workroom to see a familiar trio by your door. 

Your heart skips a beat when your gaze lands on Zhongli, standing beside Aether while engaging Paimon in what could only be described as a one-sided argument. You take a few seconds to calm yourself down whilst also finding amusement in the trio’s predicament.

Before you could even raise a hand in greeting, you get interrupted by Paimon.

“We have no money left!” Paimon cried, clutching dramatically at her little head. “Y/N! Please teach this guy how to haggle, you’re the only one we know who’s the best at getting discounts!” Clinging onto you, the guide points an accusatory finger at Zhongli, with an angry pout on her face.

Aether nodded along furiously, crossing his arms as he sighed heavily while looking at Zhongli who seemed to not be the least bit bothered by their lack of Mora. Certainly, being an ex-god, the man had his quirks. 

One that was simply unacceptable for a group of travellers. 

Lack of money sense.

“Please Y/N, we’ve seen you haggle at the harbour and getting nearly half off,” Aether said earnestly, admiration shining in his eyes. It took you less than a second to remember what he was talking about. No doubt, he was referring to the time you spent almost an hour at Xigu Antiques, bargaining as if your life depended on it. 

Unsure of whether you should be embarrassed or flattered you simply put both your hands up in surrender while ignoring the subtle rise of blush on your cheeks when you meet Zhongli’s strong gaze. The man nods his head at you in greeting and you hastily nod back, hoping that you didn’t look too eager when you did so. 

“I’m flattered, but are you guys sure you��d want me to teach him how to haggle?” You ask, tearing your eyes away from Zhongli’s face as you spoke directly to Aether. 

“Please.” Aether and Paimon say simultaneously, in all seriousness. It was almost comical, the way Aether and his guide were absolutely in sync for once.

“I agree, I believe haggling is part and parcel of Liyue Harbor’s culture and learning such a skill would certainly become a benefit.” Zhongli’s deep voice resonated easily in your small home.

You realised that your guests had been politely standing by the entrance, save for Paimon who was always quick to break a few rules. Heat rose to your face as you gestured for them to come in.

“P-please come right in! I’ll make some tea right now!” You stumbled across your words, embarrassed that you had forgotten your manners. As you were about to make your way to the kitchen and make tea, a warm gloved hand lands on your forearm, holding you in place.

“It’s fine, Y/N. It was our fault for intruding upon you.” Zhongli assured, his sweet half-smile causing your heart to race. 

You nod meekly, not trusting yourself to speak without stuttering. You rubbed at your skin where Zhongli had touched, feeling the goosebumps that emerged.

“Then I guess we’ll leave him to you then, Y/N!” Paimon announced gleefully. The little guide floats towards your face and leans in to whisper in your ear.

“Good luck!” Paimon whispers, winking secretively.

Rather than luck, you wished you’d have a stronger heart.

“I believe these tomatoes are of the highest quality. Fresh and grown with care, these tomatoes are suitable for Y/N’s diet. Farming is a skill honed with years of experience as such I will buy all your tomatoes.” 

You wanted nothing more than to knock yourself unconscious with the nearest pillar.

It had been an hour since you began your shopping trip with Zhongli for groceries. It was supposed to be a simple lesson, teaching him how to pick which store to buy from and how to obtain a discount from the store. 

Yet, Zhongli and his infinite knowledge were attempting to burn a hole through your wallet. 

“Stop!” You throw the vendor an apologetic smile and drag Zhongli away by the arm. 

“Zhongli... We’re supposed to be buying only what we need, and obtaining a discount.” You explained once more, hoping he’d understand. “I understand you hold great respect for excellent farmers but this,” You gesture to your wallet, “Has only 500 Mora.”

You hear a snicker behind your back and immediately lower your head, shoving your wallet back into your pockets.

Zhongli was quiet for a moment as he stared at you intensely. You were beginning to wonder if you had something on your face. 

“I see... It was my mistake. I’ve only been seeing things in the perspective of a seller’s ideal customer. Please continue to teach me how to haggle, I am certain I will do better this time around.” He said, “So, please continue the lesson... Y/N Sensei.” Chuckling to himself, you watch Zhongli head back to the store with your face bright red and your mind short-circuiting from the witnessing Zhongli’s laugh.

An inexplicable warmth bloomed in your chest as you jogged to catch up to Zhongli.

“Pardon me, but I’d like to buy 5 tomatoes,” Zhongli said, glancing over to you. You nodded and smiled back at him, encouraging him to continue. 

“That’d be 600 Mora.” 

Boring your gaze onto Zhongli’s side profile, you could only hope that he had learned from his previous mistake. 

“My partner here only has 500 Mora, would it be alright if you’d lower the price for them please?” 

You smack your face into your hands, sinking to the floor. The mention of yourself being Zhongli’s partner barely made it through your mind as the barely-contained giggles from the vendor filled your ears.

“I-I’m sure... I can make ah... ha... an exception t-today.” The vendor managed to get out. 

“Y/N, he agreed to the discount,” Zhongli stated, satisfaction practically rolling off of him in waves.

Through the gaps of your fingers, you see Zhongli turn and pause. Possibly because you were crouched on the floor and he had no idea what he had just done.

“Do you not have 500 Mora? I thought you-”

Unable to take it any longer, you stand up quickly and hand the money over, receiving your bag of tomatoes in exchange. 

“Thank you...” You mumbled to the vendor, red-faced, holding on tightly to your bag of tomatoes. 

“My pleasure! I wish both of you happiness!” The vendor grinned.

Before you could protest, Zhongli had intercepted. 

“Thank you for your kind words.” He replied, graciously accepting the handshake offered by the vendor. Shaking your head in disbelief, you chuckled to yourself as a form of comfort and took upon the chance to gaze upon Zhongli unabashedly while he was distracted.

As the hustle and bustle of Liyue Harbor reached its evening peak, the setting sun cast a warm glow against the city, illuminating everything within reach, golden. 

Yet, your focus was only on him. 

Everything about him ensnared your senses and forced you to only look at him. 

His dark hair that faded to ombre at the tips shone a bright gold in wisps and his eyes that seemed to hold an abundance of intellect and mysteries only made you fall for him more.

You let out an appreciative sigh, unaware that Zhongli’s conversation with the vendor had long since ended.

“Y/N?”

You blinked a few times, snapping out of your trance.

“I think we’ll end today’s lesson here.” You hastily respond, giving Zhongli a warm smile. “You did well.”

“Naturally. I was taught by the best.” He replied smoothly. “Though, I think I much prefer to call you partner rather than Sensei... I guess imitating Childe wasn’t for me.” He muttered, resting his chin between his pointer finger and thumb. 

You could only laugh as he fell into deep thought. 

Surely, one day you’d have the confidence to let him know about your feelings.

“Then I’ll head home first, Zhongli.”

“Of course, goodbye Y/N.”

As you waved goodbye to him, you could only think about the next time you’d see him again.

end.

This is my first genshin impact fic and it’s for geo daddy who still refuses to come home. anyways, hope you guys enjoy this one-shot and feel free to raid my inbox lol i’m looking for mutuals on here :3c

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