#That's about what I can say about SYSTEMA

[deva-arts]

Emelia sent this , as a suggestion of what she thinks your world looks like.

This is Taken from 'Ghostrunner' , a game on steam.

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Dark, desolate streets overrun by Technology, and tags. Maybe the lower-income side of the city. Maybe your world is not unapologetically futuristic. But it's a neat thought. She had this type of area in mind when she heard of your little world. And wanted to give me an idea about an expansive and futuristic stage for a story.

So cool! I always loved this aesthetic... Ah... You can smell the human rights violations...

As for my story, we will eventually see what their cities look like :]

#devarambles #Not everything will be neon and dark concrete #though that is certainly very fun #Some areas dont even look too technologically advanced depending on the era they were built in post-reset. #Technology is wonderfully limited in areas that could launch humanity further as a species and prolific in all the worst ways #Populations are large and overcrowded in cities while entire expanses of continental land remain barren for governmental purposes #Humans and Variants have both forgotten their true origins... #That's about what I can say about SYSTEMA

[lookismaddict]

Lookism Chapter 437 Memes/Thoughts I Have:

(SPOILERS !!! I don’t own any of the Lookism panels and the translations. Only the memes that I made.)

Sorry guys, late once again because I had a test today. But damn… Jihan ambitious? 👀

DAAAAAAAAAMN, THAT’S RIGHT. GET BITCH SLAPPED!!!

TELL ME WHY THAT PANEL REMINDED ME OF THIS??? HAHAHAHAHAHA THEY HAD A WILL SMITH AND CHRIS ROCK MOMENT. 💀💀💀💀💀 I BET PTJ USED THIS SCENE AS A MODEL. BUT IF HE REALLY DID, THEN IMMA BE CRYING TEARS.

Damn. So, my question is... are they all brothers or something? And how are they even family related? Is he their uncle? Am I missing something here? 😭😭 Can one of y'all let me know who this Jichang mf is to them? *am confusion* (Update: I forgot "Hyungnim" is a term for older brother. My dumbass... ignore me. I haven't been watching k-dramas anymore so I forgot. My bad.)

OK MAN, LISTEN. LISTEN, LISTEN, LISTEN... I DO ADMIT. YOU ARE ATTRACTIVE. BUT IF YOU DO THAT TO JAY ONE MORE TIME, I SWEAR. IMMA-

This dude is thriving now, but when Jay pummels him... WHEEEEWWWWWWWWWW I CAN'T WAIT TO SIP OUTTA MY FANCY ASS WINE GLASS JUST TO SEE HIM ON THE GROUND.

YEEEESSSSSS JAYYYYY!!! ATTACK HIMMMM!!! BEAT HIM WITH SYSTEMA!!! 😤👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 Omg, I can't wait to see him use Kali Arnis. represent 🇵🇭

Oh, sorry. Those were my boobs, my bad. It caught you off guard tho, right? 👁👁

Um... B O I. Your picture would appear under the word "ignorant" because you have no idea who you're messing with. 💀💀💀 YOU'RE LITERALLY, FIGHTING WITH H GROUP CHAIRMAN'S SON. WDYM? You have no idea how much power this kid has, let alone his own PROWESS. 🤡 Also, if this boy Jihan doesn't stop wrecking Jay...

Get it? Since, Jay is already HARMED... then Jihan is about to catch these MF HANDS EITHER WAYYYYY!!!! 👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽

BRUH, I'LL END YOU! TF???

Oh great, it's the smartass twink again...

Has anyone noticed how big Mandeok's hair is? That it's even protruding out of the panel? PTJ you comedic genius...

Oh, wouldn't you like to know? Eugene...

Damon Goh's rubber duck must know some secrets. I bet it even knows the secret to the two bodies AND stuff about Charles Choi. You never know where it might have gone off to. Ooooouuu, it said, "I'm a detective." 😎 And I love how goofy Mandeok can be, even when he's unintentionally funny. Like, man's got the humor and all without him even knowing. (For instance, there's a panel in Ep. 373, which was the chapter when Daniel moves into the Workers' Casino and both Eugene & Mandeok welcome him. Then all of a sudden, Mandeok just grabs onto Daniel then physically shakes him upside-down because Eugene said it's for security purposes. 😂)

SO YOU'RE SAYING THAT THIS DILF IS ACTUALLY A FRIEND OF ALEXANDER SOPHIA'S???? OMGGGGG BRUH. YOU HAD NO IDEA HOW I SCREAMED WHEN EUGENE MENTIONED PARK JINCHEOL. HONESTLY, I LOVE THE PTJ UNIVERSE SM. CONNECTING ALL WORLDS INTO ONE LIKE THEY IN SOME MARVEL UNIVERSE. 😭😭😭

DON'T MIND ME SKIPPING THE PARTS WHEN JAY WAS GETTING BEATEN, BUT YEEEEEEEEEEEE BOIIIIIIIII. TIME TO GET WACKED!!!!! 😆😆😆

"To think you'd look for a woman late at night, Jay Hong." ... hmmm. That line really stuck with me. I've been rereading that over and over again to the point that I lost count. So... does Alexander Sophia know or had a feeling that Jay is...? 😳

AWWWWWW HELL YEAH, THERE'S AN UPGRADED VERSION OF ALEXANDER'S KALI ARNIS!!! THAT'S SO COOOOOOL!!! 🤩🤩🤩

YEEEEEEESSSSSSSS JAYYYYYYY!!! YOU DID ITTTT!!!! I love how Jay has such a big heart. Even though Jihan is an enemy, he still considers his health. He even knows his own POWER TOO AND WHAT HE'S CAPABLE OF. ALSO, HE ISN'T AS WEAK AS HE WAS BACK THEN. LIKE DAAAAAAAAMN JAY, YOU GOT SO STRONG!!! AM PROUD. 😩😩💖💖💖💖💖

GOD PTJ, DON'T MAKE ME CRY HERE. YK I AIN'T READY FOR A SOB FEST. 😭😭😭😭

I TOLD Y'ALL, IMMA BE SIPPIN ON MY WINE GLASS. GOT THAT ROSÉ IN HAND, EXTRA FRUITYYYY. 🤪

Yeah bro, it's some sexy pervy illiterate demonic Enemy of the State Japanese Yakuza mf named Jong Gun Park.

OH LOOK, THERE HE IS! HI BAE, I MISS YOUR PSYCHOTIC ASS!!! 😩😩🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 DON'T MIND YOUR SON GETTING YEETED BY A 1ST GEN KING. HE'LL BE FIIIIINE... hopefully.

AHHHHHHH SHIIIIII. NOW IT'S DANIEL'S TURN FOR THE SPOTLIGHT. What if Hudson and Jay come to the rescue when Daniel is at his lowest while fighting Jichang? Well, that's one of my guesses on what'll happen in the future. But, I have faith in Daniel. I hope he'll knock Jichang down a peg, next chapter. Well, until next week! 👋🏽

God, I hate how I'm busy on Thursdays now. Almost every week, I be posting my reviews super late now. Smh me. Sorry guys. 😓

#lookism #lookism 437 #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #lookism spoiler #lookism spoilers #lookismaddict #lookism memes #lookism meme #jay hong #hong jaeyeol #kwak jihan #kwak jibeom #daniel park #park hyungseok #kwak jichang

[ediyoonoh]

Henry 6th

GreenSchool!NaJaemin x GreenSchoolfem!reader; 1.4k words, taglish fic

WARNING: this short fic contains smut (pwp, oral sex, and protected sex) and the use of foul language!

GENRE: smut

SUMMARY: what happens when you decided to stay at your campus library?

A/N: omg this is my first ever work 🥹. This fic may contain typo and grammatical errors. Anw, I hope you enjoy reading and lemme know your thoughts! 🫶

MINORS DNI!!!

DISCLAIMER: all names, characters, and settings in this work are fictious. Any resemblance are entirely coincidental.

MASTERLIST

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Ilang oras ka ng walang tulog.

Buong gabi ka nag-aral para sa Accounting exam mo at ‘di ka pa nakakabawi ng tulog dahil katatapos lang din ng 3-hour lecture mo.

“Finally, natapos din ang accounting exam at lecture natin” bulong sayo ng best friend mo habang nag-uunat ng buto. “Oo nga eh, pero honestly I think bagsak pa rin ako sa quiz na ‘to” halata ang lungkot sa boses mo habang inaayos ang gamit para umalis na ng classroom. “Hayaan mo na bestie, bawi na lng tayo sa susunod”.

Totoo naman kasi, sobrang demanding ng Accountancy program sa school na pinasukan mo. Fast paced kasi ang curriculum dito at may retention grade pa. Favorite lang ata ni Lord ang makakapasa sa gantong systema ng Green School eh!

“Okay lang ba na mauna na ako umuwi sa’yo? Gusto ko ng bumawi ng tulog eh” tanong ng kaibigan mo habang naglalakad kayo palabas ng Yuchengco building. “Sure no worries sis! I’ll just go to Henry to finish some minor requirements and maybe take some sleep“ sabi mo before walking away to kill some time before your next class.

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Nandito ka ngayon sa 6th floor ng Henry Sy Sr. Building also known as The Learning Commons upang tapusin ang iyong requirements ng magulat ka ng may kumausap sa’yo.

“Hi excuse me, is this seat taken?” the stranger asked you in which you shook your head as a response. “Oh if ganon, is it okay if I share a table with you? There are no vacant tables left kasi” he explained to you.

Napaisip ka naman kung bakit hindi na lang siya umakyat sa upper floors pero pagtingin mo sa kaniya, ay puta ang pogi pala ng kausap mo! “Uh….yeah sure” sabi mo ng may halong hiya at kilig.

It is around 30 minutes after your interaction that you finished your requirements and decided to take a nap kasi may oras ka pa naman before your next class.

Tangina, ‘di ako makatulog ng maayos dito ah. Hindi rin naman maiwasan tingnan ka ng lalaki dahil sa sobrang likot mo ‘til he noticed that you’re uncomfortable with your position .

“Can’t sleep?” he initiated. “Yeah, I can’t seem to find a comfortable position in this chair” you chuckled with an irritated tone.

“You can sleep in my condo if you want” napabangon ka naman sa sinabi niya at hindi napigilan ang paglaki ng mata mo. Gago, please tell me what I’m thinking is wrong. “Are you out of your mind? We just met and you’re offering your condo to me?”

“Well it looks like you really need some sleep and if you don’t trust me because we don’t know each other then let me tell a few things about myself. I’m Jaemin, ID 120 taking Hum-Bio. There, now, what about yours?” Jaemin answered with a small smile in his face.

Shit, ang cute niya ngumiti. “uh… I’m y/n ID 121 taking Accountancy” returning his smile.

“Nice to meet you y/n! So… what do you say?”

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Ang usapan makiktulog ka sa condo niya pero bakit nakikipag-laplapan ka na kay Jaemin?

“Fuck, Jaemin” you moaned while straddling him. Sabi na nga ba eh tama yung iniisip ko kanina. “You have big tits, y/n” he groaned while groping your breasts. ‘Di mo rin namalayan na that you’re grinding him sa sobrang sarap nang maramdaman mo ang kaniyang ari sa puke mo. Oh I bet riding him is such a dream.

“M-may condom ka ba Jaem?” tanong mo habang hinihingal pa sa momol session niyo. “Yeah I do, but are you sure you want this?” he asked as he carressed your face. Malamang sino ba naman ako para ‘di magpatira sa poging lalaki na’to diba?

“Please fuck me Jaemin” you begged.

Napatili ka nang binuhat ka ng binata at inihiga ka sa kama niya. “I suppose you deserve to be fucked, baby. Someone to fuck your stress away, hm?” Accounting major pa nga. If you are not wet a while ago, then you are definitely wet right now. Unti-unti na ring tinatanggal ng lalaki ang mga damit niyo ng naging dahilan ng pag-tigas ng nipples mo sa lamig ng kwarto. “Please… Jaem”

“Please what baby?” he teases you. “Touch me please … touch me anywhere” mahina mong sagot sa kaniya. Ilang buwan ka na ring hindi nadiligan kaya talagang touched deprived ka na. Sinunod naman ni Jaemin ang sinabi kaya ‘di mo napigilan ang umungol ng malakas ng maramdaman mong pinasok ng nakakatanda ang dalawang daliri niya sa pussy mo. “Tangina ang sikip mo, paano na lang kaya pag tite ko na ipapasok ko sa’yo?”.

You were all over the place. Patuloy na ang mga ungol at pagtulo ng luha mula sa mata mo sa sobrang sarap. Maya-maya nararamdaman mo ng lalabasan ka na kaya napahigpit na ang hawak mo sa braso ng lalaki. “Jaem I’m gonna c-cum” which caused him to finger you faster.

“Fuck!” mura mo habang linalabasan ka. “That’s it baby, that’s it” he scattered kisses to your face. While recovering from your orgasm, you felt a weight shift on the bed and saw Jaemin holding a condom wrapper in his hand. “Ano baby kaya pa?” he jerked himself off before wearing the condom. Lord, maraming salamat po sa blessing na ‘to.

Pareho kayong napa-ungol sa sarap. “Fuck, why are you still so tight? I fingered you na ah” he moved carefully inside you. Shit, di pa niya napapasok lahat pero you feel so full already. “Jaem fuck wait, you’re so big” mangiyak-iyak mong sabi sa kaniya.

“Just tell me baby when to move” he patiently waited for you to be comfortable pero bakas na sa mukha niya ang sarap. “You can move now, Jaem” he slowly moved at first still helping you to adjust to his size. He also started rubbing circles on your hips to ease the pain. Nako Jaem, ‘wag mong gagawin ‘yan kikiligin ako.

Hinahalikan na rin ng lalaki ang leeg mo habang bumubulong sa tenga mo ng, “That’s it baby, that’s it”. “Fuck Jaem, ang sarap…bilisan mo pa” you whimpered, kaya naman he thrusted faster into you that caused you to moan at his name loudly, not caring about the neigbors. “Yeah baby, you like that? You like getting fucked like this?”

Ang galing niya mag dirty talk putangina, at dahil diyan you can already feel another climax creeping in. “Puta, mas sumisikip ka pa lalo. Lalabasan ka na ba uli, baby?” tumango ka sa kaniyang tanong at muli ka na namang nagulat when he manhandled you into all fours. Now he’s fucking you with hard and even faster pace, “’Wag mo ng pigilan, y/n. Cum for me”. utos niya sayo.

Putangina ang sarap. You felt your second orgasm washing all over your body, and you can tell this has been the best orgasm you ever experienced. “f-fuck Jaem I’m getting sensitive” ‘di na naririnig ng binata ang mahina mong bulong at ipinipagpatuloy ang pag-kantot sa’yo hanggang sa labasan na rin siya sa condom.

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“Here a glass of water for you” Jaemin offered you while helping you sit comfortably on the bed. Damn, he also knows how to do aftercare? “Was I too rough, y/n?” kitang-kita sa leeg mo ang mga hickeys at namumuong pasa sa balakang mo. “No Jaem, you’re not. In fact you’re perfect, exactly what I need”.

Tahimik na sinuot mo ang mga damit mo at nakigamit ka na rin ng banyo para mag-hilamos ng mukha. Paglabas, nagulat ka naman kung bakit naka-hoodie at may suot na slides ang lalaki. “Ihahatid na kita palabas, y/n”. Napatingin ka sa relos mo at guess what? Late ka na sa next class mo!

“Stop making fun of me” naririnig mong tumatawa si Jaemin habang pasakay kayo ng elevator kasi sabi niya mukha ka raw penguin maglakad. Sino kaya may kasalanan kung bakit ganito ako maglakad? “Uh…Jaem? Thank you for this” nahihiya mong sabi sa kaniya pagdating niyo sa lobby. “Anytime babe. You know where to find me if you need to let off some steam again” he winked at you.

Yeah, sa Henry 6th.

[FIN.]

ediyoonoh '23

#nct smut #nct x reader #nct jaemin #nct fanfic #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct #nct dream #nct drabbles #ediyoonoh

[lokislytherin]

do you think ptj will do jaeyeol/jay’s character any justice? 🥲 i’ve read so many comments on reddit saying that ptj will just throw jay away because he’s served his purpose (attracting a large enough fanbase through queer-baiting) because jay’s potential to be a great character is just going down the drain (he’s the son of steve hong, he should he able to step in and help right? also big daniel is kidnapped and jay used to have such a strong “daniel is in trouble i gotta go help him” sensor so where tf is he?)

okay, but excluding all that, i think jay should be developed further as a character because he has so much potential that’s being wasted so far. i really hope ptj hasn’t forgotten about him and pulls an eli jang arc for jay because he’s super interesting to me, like i wanna know why he doesn’t talk, why he isn’t acknowledged by his family (?), where tf is he when all this is going down, what does he do in his free time, what are his likes (besides daniel lol)??? i just want to know more about him as a person IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK PTJ???

ahem, sorry for the rant, i just caught up to the latest chapter and i am FUMING because the last time we saw jay was in chapter 300+ and he wasn’t even that prominent in the chapter? i just miss when all we had to care about was daniel having to hide his 2 bodies from people, crystal being a snoop, jay and joy fighting over the same man, zack and mira’s relationship, zoe’s inner conflict not knowing she likes the very same person, etc. like what’s with all these new characters i do not give a single shit about? i loved the hostel chapters though but once they got to the worker’s arc, man…. pls just bring the original cast back.. this story is getting too much man..

so what do you think? 😅🥲

hello anon, thank you for the ask! hoo boy this is a big one so imma break it down into bitesized chunks if you don't mind

jay as the queerbait character: honestly i see where those redditors are coming from? insert a hot male character with a good, interesting dynamic with the mc who is also male, and you have the interest of women and queers! even if we don't count me being a jaeseok ship fic writer, i still really enjoy the dynamic they have, the only one that comes close for me is vasco and jace but to me jay's queer energy is too strong to see them as solid bros yk. as a queer who is horrible in social situations i kinda see myself in jay sometimes and it's really nice to have that TT

jay's potential as a character: anon you're so right. jay is the son of steve hong and honestly he could have a much bigger role to play not only as a character who can fight (because hello?? maybe jay's not the best in a dirty street fight but systema and kali are deadly in their own right) but also as a Plot Relevant Character? i've probably mentioned this before in other posts but he reminds me of khun maria agnis from tower of god: both were shown in early chapters and had a decently big impact on at least one of the main characters, both have long bangs and eyes that have not been seen in 300+ chapters, neither character has been seen in 200+ chapters i swear to god. maybe i'm on copium but i still believe that this is bc they're preparing for their comeback as an insanely OP character

more on jay's potential: dear ptj, where is jay's 1) backstory 2) CURRENT SELF. WHERE TF IS HE. as i've said before my predictions are 1) med school so he can be the 'call an ambulance! but not for me! oh wait i am the first aid' guy 2) preparing for his OP character arc

I MISS EARLY LOOKISM CHAPTERS TOO ANON. WHEN ARE ZACK AND MIRA GOING TO GET TOGETHER FOR REAL. LIKE WHERE'S DANIEL'S MOM. unless daniel went 'i'm going to get myself into a shitload of trouble do you mind looking after my mom for me in case things go wrong 🥺' and jay said yes at the cost of his canon appearances bc he's whipped. pathetic gay little man (affectionate)

i hope that answered things? i feel like you sent me a rant and i just ranted back with more speculations and headcanons LMAO

anyway join me let's hold hands and start a prayer circle for hong 'jay' jaeyeol's reappearance in canon anybody who misses jay is more than welcome to join bc i'm p sure jay's fandom is almost as big as samuel seo's tiddies and they're pretty damn massive, so ptj's bound to notice us and bring jay back as an Important Character... right...?

btw i'm not caught up with the manhwa oops. i'm only up to ep 394 but i'm speedrunning the latest chapters and my urge to punch eugene increases every chapter.

#rinanswersthings #lookism #hong jaeyeol #jay hong

[ryuzakemo128]

Peaky Blinders - Modern Red and Galina Headcanons (Part One)

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four

Most of these headcanons can be used to describe both Galina and Red. They might be used for both modern au and the original Peaky Blinder universe.

I also imagine in this modern au, that Galina never died and Red's condition is under a heavily guarded secret. Galina stayed in Russia and Red married Thomas Shelby after she turned 31.

·  Red is well trained in the martial art Called Sambo. Trained by both of her parents until the age of fourteen when she found them gunned down in their living room.

·  Red has the real name Oksana Mikhailova. The alias Red was an idea for an alias to use a fear tactic in their early crime covered careers.

·  Red hopped from foster home to foster home around Russia. Not a lot of them had enough resources to even care for her. Even though a lot of them were mostly just scared of her because of her parents and upbringing.

·  Red didn't have many friends other than Galina, how they became friends is a mystery to Red. As she no longer remembers how.

·  Galina had got into a fight she couldn't get out of and Red almost beat the grown man within an inch of life. Which is one of the many tales that she told about Red afterwards.

·  "What in the name of fuck you" is something she says quite often.

·  Galina, Red and two other guys used to be friends in high school. Right up until Galina went off to study Medicine and her two guy friends went to join the military. Red decided to study in the field of philosophy while she was around 17, 18 years old.

·  Her second degree wasn't decided on until she decided to delve into Psychology. She earned a doctorate from four years of studying.

Galina came to her like a thief in the night with an idea for a business. Although she could have gone through the front door, she thought climbing through her bedroom window was a better way to get the idea to her quicker. As the clock struck twelve in the morning, Galina was half way up the ladder like thing on the side of the house. Her home was in the will but she never got to have it for herself till she turned twenty eight.

"You could own your family home and still have enough to buy another house in town," Galina argued.

"I still don't understand the need for one in town though, it's not like we're going to be able to do much other than what have already," Red responded as she made tea for the two of them.

"You never reacted about me climbing through your bedroom window," Galina pointed out.

"You did what now?"

·  Red doesn't like sharing her food with anyone. Last time she tried sharing, Galina almost ate the whole thing.

·  Red trained the expert spies and the best ones trained by her can't be traced or found. They move around like ghosts or poltergeists depending on what way you see them.

·  Galina trained the assassins, although using a different Russian Style of martial arts called Systema.

·  Someone could say Galina and Red should have settled with being a teacher. Someone could have also told them that being a criminal wasn't worth it. But Red and Galina never actually listened to them.

·  Galina and Red moved into the same house for about four to five years as their business grew larger.

·  Both Galina and Red are around the same height as each other. Galina is 5 foot Seven inches tall. Only one inch shorter than Red.

·  Galina stayed in Russia, moved into the home Red gave to them on her wedding day as a gift. (Galina is the one getting married not Red)

·  The house in Moscow became a safe haven for their spies and the apartment they bought a while later became a safe house for their assassins.

·  Red moved to England after she turned twenty eight. Leaving Galina in the care of her home.

#peaky blinders au #modern peaky blinders #modern au peaky blinders #peaky blinders modern au #Red (Female Reader) Modern #Peaky Blinder Headcanons #oc fanfiction #oc headcanons #female reader #Peaky Blinders Imagine #Thomas Shelby Fanfiction #Thomas Shelby Fanfic #Tommy Shelby #Tommy Shelby Fanfiction #Tommy Shelby Fanfic #Tommy Shelby Imagine

[dark-eraser-publishing]

Hypothetical Rewrite: Ochaco Uraraka

Okay so here's on I know a lot of people were waiting for because a common criticism people had with MHA was its depiction of female characters which makes it worse do to the fact that the creator has shown that he could do so much with these characters but never lets them do anything plot relevant. And Uraraka is easily patient zero of this, because they are so many things that she's been shown to able to do in the main series that make her lack of relevancy worse especially with the fact with her and Ida being established as Midoriya's best friends and they get sideline in favor of Bakugo and Todoroki as the series progresses toward the finally. I will say this in advance that I will admit I have no idea how I can integrate Ida do to him and Kubo (The name for Midoriya that I'm using for the hypothetical rewrite and coming up with a character arc for him is hard) If you have any idea's let me know.

Back on topic in rewrite like I brought up in my part for All Might she's going to teach Airi something that will help her improve herself and truly become the greatest hero she can be. Her lesson; Love, now when I say that I don't mean love in a romantic sense (though that will happen) I also mean the ability to love yourself; making sure you put your well-being and happiness in high regards. I mean this is a lesson abuse victims should definitely learn a hell of a lot more than making nice with their abuser.

I want her to become the first real friend that Airi makes and become the one that encourages her to improve her mental state which in turn makes her quirk more powerful and make Airi a lot braver. Don't worry she's not going to be relegated to Manic Pixie Dream Girl status as she'll still have her reason for becoming a pro for the money and I thought with this level of relevancy that she should be someone that advocates for Japan's work ethics culture to change due to the fact of overwork/underpay is extremely rampant in the country to the point that population decline is an issue because of its work ethic (I know weebs are going to accuse me of xenophobia because I'm criticizing how capitalism is effecting Japan since it also applies to the anime and manga industry but they're objectively the last people you should talk to about when it comes to what it's like in Japan)

She also going to become the first person One for All's power amplification is going to work on due to their friendship and how it's going to work in her case is going to extend her reach in a way that will make it almost look like telekinesis and give her more time before she develops nausea. As for her fighting style while she is going to specialize in rescues more so, she will have learned aikido and systema just in case she'd have to fight back against any villains that could bring harm to others.

Now on the costume I honestly don't mind it too much especially because it has a massive resemblance to an astronaut but I thought that if we're trying to make the protagonist a shounen action hero that we need a partner that's on other side of the coin should be a magical girl protagonist. So the costume I'm thinking more a retro sci-fi aesthetic much like what the female characters in the Jetsons would wear with a cowl that goes over her head covering up her hair and that same cowl having a visor for extra protection and keep her from being nauseous; it also has an AR set that analyzes building structures, medical analysis, keeps in contact with allies, and up to date on villain activities.

The attire also has a pair of wrist and ankle bands that release air pressure that help her use her quirk to fly the same device is also on her belt. Her belt also is equipped with metal canisters that contain medicine, bandages, and a means of arresting villains as well as the canisters can be used to knock out an opponent using her quirk.

Name: Mochizuki Koroya

Hero: Starlight

Quirk: Zero Gravity

· Negates the gravity of any physical thing

[Part 2]

#my hero academia critical #my hero academia #boku no hero academia crirical #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #canon compliant

[higheldertala]

orphan 55 salt commentary

this one is pretty short and not that good. i watched this one over the weekend when it was hot, so i wasn’t fully concentrating, sorry about that lads. i could watch it again and try and add more but i’d rather just post it so i can move on to other episodes.

i would say there must have been production issues for the reasoning why this episode is so bad but nope that’s probably just the quality of the ch*bnall era.

there’s no cold open for this episode?

‘might get you out your mardy mood’ don’t fans of this era ever get tired of being told everything instead actually seeing it. it is honestly such lazy writing to just tell your audience everything instead actually putting in the work/ effort to actually show this.

honestly the utter speedrunning to the plot is just..?

the prosthetics/ make up for hyph3n is so bad, who greenlit this?

what would this episode be without the benni memes.

the scene where ryan gets the hopper virus happens so quick and it’s played off as comedy? like that doesn’t sit well with me. especially the bit about hallucinations. that just flat out isn’t funny at all.

‘does this usually work?’ damn thats so harsh bella, ryan is literally just making small talk.

the pacing of this episode is wild.

‘i need you here to help me understand this place, not out there shooting at things’ i feel like the doctor’s pacifism just goes straight to ‘don’t even defend yourself’.

nevi has such a bad wig, pet peeve of mine is when actors wear really cheap/ bad wigs of bright colours instead of just dying their hair.

graham’s comic relief is one of the only bearable things in this episode.

‘they’ve built a wall all around this hotel’ why does yaz just come in to repeat dialogue we’ve literally just heard? it’s bad enough hearing the exposition once, let alone twice.

i don’t understand why they ALL have to go outside to rescue benni, it’s not like we hear them all volunteer and surely staying in the resort is safer?

yes yes capitalism bad, but i don’t think terraforming to make a planet habitable again isn’t 100% a bad idea. the morality in this era is so black and white, god forbid we ever explore morality in shades of grey, nooo because then we might actually have some kind of commentary to make 🙄.

has kane actually said or done anything to indicate she’s motivated by money/ profit or that she wants to own orphan 55? this feels like the doctor just said this and everyone rolled with it (literally just sixth doctor pointing ‘villain!’).

and when did they say she was like in charge of the hotel? isn’t she just head of security?

honestly the doctor talks so much i wouldn’t be surprised if jodie got paid by the line.

‘we are driving straight into their territory’ yes because you asked! and kane explicitly wanted to abort the mission, why are you acting surprised?

the plot of this episode going out the compound just to go back to the compound is so weird. why not just write a base under siege and stay in the hotel?

(from a writing perspective) every decision in this story baffles me. who would write like this and think it was good. was it heavily edited? who greenlit this story and thought it was good enough to broadcast?

the bella revelation is very weird and pretty much comes out of left field.

bella’s plan is very excessive just because she’s mad at her mum for leaving her. like sure be mad, but jumping straight to im going to blow up the place you work and try and kill you, is a big jump no? maybe if more was given to her character to explore this then it probably be okay but asking for characterisation in a ch*bnall episode is like impossible.

this episode has like the most unnatural dialogue in the era.

why the doctor monologues to the fam and audience that global warming bad is just awful and patronising. many things to say but i’ll just shorten it down to again how this era misses the social commentary by a mile. global warming is not the cause of the individual rather the systematic structures in place which priorities profit and power over the lives of people and the planet. the audience watching dw will already know ‘global warming bad’ (yes even the little kids watching this) and so you are just preaching to the choir without adding any substantial additional commentary. the average dw viewer will have little to no power and i doubt those in power with the ability to change climate change in any substantial way are watching dw. again the individualistic blaming of climate change is the same strain as ‘the systems aren’t the problem, it’s those who exploit and use the systems’. the social commentary here sits on the fence by saying the obvious ‘global warming bad’ but is too scared to take any radical response on how to address it i.e. revolution. the sci-fi genre has always made social commentary, but good writers know how to incorporate this into a story with nuance and ch*bnall era is arguably centrist at best and makes no effort to make any additional commentary besides the obviously because ch*bnall thinks the audience is dumb or something.

can’t believe ed hime was gonna write an episode for flux, imagine actually wanting to show your face again in dw after penning that episode, how would you not be embarrassed?

concluding thoughts: the pacing is terrible, the side characters are barely characterised, the characters make stupid decisions. the twists of bella being the villain and orphan 55 being earth are just boring and unengaging. the episode is a chore to watch. a very bad episode, wouldn’t be surprised if this episode was either a first draft or had been heavily edited/ meddled with from its original story. oh to hear the absolute tea of the behind the scenes drama of this era.

you know that thing I said about running out of patience. yeah i ran out.

#series 12 salt rewatch #dw commentary

[jbt7493]

muay thai is so cool man . my kids are learning to fight . maybe not muay thai but theyre learnin something. i mean i wanna teach my kids a lot . i want my kids to have a lot of cultural exposure, to art and to literature but also just to like, the people of different cultures, and i want to make sure to teach them like. the conceptual stuff early, yknow? like theyve shown that you can teach little kids the fundamental concepts of calculus early. and stuff like understanding the world through a variety of different lenses, different viewpoints to consider in every situation. and i wanna make sure they’re well fed, and that they get enough fresh air and sunlight when they’re young, and i want them to also get the chance to try things for themselves and to have some of their own direction. but they obviously. i think they’re going to be able to appreciate that the cost of having a lot of opportunities like that and being able to choose their own hobbies and stuff from a young age is that i’m gonna force them to be exposed to a lot of different stuff

cause i would have appreciated that. i didn’t get a choice out of a ton of different options, so when it came to something like learning piano or playing soccer, i was neither able to get as many options and choices and i also wasn’t able to pick for myself. and i think with my depression and anxiety and other mental ... stuff. some of which is definitely inheritable and likely would be passed to my kids (if theyre biological and not adopted, and i would be happy to adopt too) but i think that like. the thing is. i benefit from structured experiences but i still want my fundamental ability to choose, and i don’t want my kids to have anxiety about making choices like that either. i want them to understand that they can make the wrong decision sometimes and it’s okay, but they also should have the opportunity to improve their decision making ability.

but okay. here’s the problem, man. this type of pedagogy mindset is like, not universal, and there are plenty of people who don’t want their kids to make choices for themselves. but there are also plenty of people who do. but it costs money, man. it makes me so fucking sad that there are families out there working their fucking asses off to try and give their kids these opportunities and they’re not able to do as much as they would like to. it’s hard. and i don’t think i’m being terribly like, chauvinistic or patronizing by saying that because frankly neither will i. i want to, and i will want to, be able to move heaven and earth to give my future kids as many opportunities as i can, but hell, i’m sure not the textbook example of well adjusted to society and capable of earning enough money to support all of my far fetched wishes. it sucks, man.

anyway, maybe systema. i mean ideally i would want them to learn multiple things and i will of course leave the final choice up to them but like if theyre a kid they aren’t capable of researching the options on their own so it is still my job to help find opportunities for their growth and i think if i can i would definitely want them to learn some good stuff like muay thai but i will leave it to them. but yeah i mean ideally i’d have them learn a healthy mix of martial arts, maybe with a focus on muay thai just because personally im biased towards thinking it’s cool as hell. but yeah i mean obviously BJJ is extremely good, or kyokushin. but i did see that video about systema recently and hey! it’s not actually total cheese like krav maga is, from what i can tell. theyll also specialize in one of the 18 weapons

[heyitsbugette]

Demon Spawn System

"Okay, I'm doing this for my own benefit..."

chapter >

Died at the hands of The Heretic, Damian Wayne Al Ghul met his fate with dignity and grace as he accepted death as a natural process. As embarrassed as he was to lose a match against his own clone, the mere copy of him; the boy was honorable and undaunted until the last minute of his existence.

However, there came a time when he regained consciousness, and the first thing he saw was not the face of his father with those held features and the frown under the Batman mask, no. Rather, the beautiful face of the devil himself in a designer suit, the person who had his existence at the mercy of his pale hands adorned with pianist's fingers. He was tall, skinny, but under the suit you could see that he was no wimp, for all was worth, the stranger looked elegant, who's legs were so long that he could easily reach the perfect height to be a model. The boy seemed to be around 17-18 years old, as opposed to Damian who was only in his tender 15 years.

"Damian Wayne, heir of the league of assassins and the latest Robin to hold the mantle, eh? Not bad~ Thinking that I could get your soul was not something that was in my calculations, but I'm not complaining at all about this twist in events." With a sly smile, the blond boy received him with a quizzical look that ran over the body of the deceased fleetingly as if he were inspecting it. Damian instantly felt uncomfortable and tried to attack, pointing his sword at the blonde's neck, but his victim didn't flinch.

"Who the hell are you?! Speak up or I'll cut your throat!" Furiously the shorter one complained, but he was clearly not having the desired effect on the older boy.

"Are you done? I'm here to talk business. Naturally it didn't take long for you to realize that you're dead. But if you can do something for me, I can resurrect you back to your normal life. But how improper of me! Where are my manners? My name is Félix, Félix Graham de Vanily." That deal was unbelievable, too much to be true, so there must be a trick involved, Damian thought, who soon questioned with interest, more concealing his intentions.

"How can I believe you? And what do you expect me to do?" Those questions from the dark-haired boy were something that the blue-eyed man had anticipated, and without saying a word he simply snapped his fingers, showing him to the surroundings of the two holographic screens full of information. In one of them was Damian's profile, compiling all of his personal information about his civilian and heroic identities, as well as his movie life records organized by date into each folder; Likewise, entire unopened folders floated around him in color codes that Felix himself knew how to distinguish even without labels.

"Fair enough. Although your actions within the league have been deceitful and have caused a great deal of negative emotions, your duties as Robin have helped redeem yourself, thus the universe has given you a second chance. Naturally, you must be able to restore balance, and you have been chosen to become an agent of the divine Systema just like your predecessor, your butler Alfred Pennyworth." The taller one suddenly raised a hand and with his index finger called one of the folders so that it floated towards his hand, suddenly opening and revealing the life-size three-dimensional figure of the aforementioned when he was much younger. A handsome 25 year old Alfred wearing a general's outfit full of elite insignia that conglomerated his achievements.

"Is that… Alfred?"

"Yes. Your grandfather before me was the former leader of The divine balance system. He gracefully retired on a perfect winning streak. Agent A was admired by most of our agents as the ultimate executor of bastards."

"Yes… That sounds like Alfred. You've got me, Graham. But I need to know the terms of the contract before I agree."

"Naturally."

The pair facing each other were more alike than they could assume at first glance. Both were intelligent and strategic, capable of bringing their enemies to their knees begging for a second chance, masters of martial arts and deception itself. Felix in particular had criminal abilities as an illusionist and a thief, but if Damian lost at anything, it was in business intelligence.

"Listen, Wayne. Your mission is much more complicated than what I would assign to a rookie. But being you one of ex-agent A's trusted people and after reading your file as Robin, I can't find a better candidate for this mission. You need to transmigrate in the miraculous universe and solve the consequences distribution disaster immediately, and when the system decides that you have achieved a successful job, the points you have accumulated will help you pay your debt to the universe to re-incarnate. And once you have enough points, you will have a chance to revive." The stern eyes of his now leader had a certain hint of regret, as if this mission was especially personal for him, and although Damian noticed it, he preferred to save his impressions for when he had more information. Thus, he silently nodded and accepted the electronic tablet that the older gave him into his hands, open in the file that he had to read in detail. In it were the general description of the universe and its respective problems.

Damien then began to read aloud.

"Paris, France. Under the terrorist attack of Hawkmoth, a villain capable of turning basic human emotions into lethal weapons of destruction, turning civlians into monsters. Syren being the best example of that. Oh… Here's a hyperlink for more information… Uhm … I see, the protectors of France are teenagers with no previous training who were forced into the mission without a mentor during their first months, after that, their guardian was compromised and lost his memories, so the new guardian is in the most dangerous position now."

"Indeed. Saving Ladybug from akumatization is our priority if we want to save this universe from Hawkmoth, she is the most competent heroine among several universes I have visited, but the plot is against her in many aspects, to the point of blaming her for actions that she didn't provoke, and lay the consequences that others have earned into her. To be honest, I feel a little sorry for the girl."

"She started her heroine career at when she was 13 years old with no mentor… If Batman were here, he would be having a heart attack listening to all this shit…"

His companion nodded in response, in agreement with his new recruit's casual comment. After that he clapped his hands twice, and behind the two slowly appeared a couple of individual sofa for eachother; Felix wasted no time taking a seat, while Damian turned back a bit perplexed that he hadn't seen those chairs right there before, only to then sit across from his employer.

"Wayne, your duty is to infiltrate a class of your choice in Françoise Dupont, and discover on your own the identities of the heroes to save Ladybug. I am not allowed to give you more information, as not to upset the balance, since the clue that I've given you is big enough. But I warn you to be careful around Adrien Agreste, your main target." Graham de Vanily's face suddenly turned somber, something that alarmed the recently deceased, and on alert he decided to read his file in search of any clues. Nothing else seemed suspicious.

"Adrien Agreste? He doesn't seem very smart, but that could be a mask. What threat does he pose? Do you need me to kill him?" He suggested, but Felix denied much to the juvenile killer's notorious disappointment.

"No, that would be giving him a very easy way out to play the martyr, plus it wouldn't help you get points. But in case it wasn't clear before, that boy is not your ally. I need you to destroy his resources, since his plot armor is too powerful. In fact the most brazen I've ever seen from a male lead, as you'll find out when you finish reading his background, which is why I personally got the right kwami to assist you in your quest as your ally." And with a determined smile, the demon stood up from his seat suddenly, extending to the minor the golden pen that rested in the pocket of his suit. And in front of him a contract materialized in the air prepared under the conditions that the two of them discussed earlier. Said contract would force Félix to fulfill Damian's wish when the time came.

A searing silence, a white room, and in the center, the black kwami in question looking at him with a triforce of huge eyes, and a shark smile. He called himself Null, a creature small enough to hide in his pocket, a being of few words much to the relief of the former hero, who was in no mood to deal with a chatty fellow.

Once the contract was signed, The divine system of balance accepted the former blood prince as one of its own.

#miraculous prompts #ml salt #adrien salt #marinette deserves better #marinette is done #damian sugar #daminette #damian x felix #platonic felinette #miraculous salt #miraculous salt fanfic #maribat fluff #maribat #adrien agreste gets consequences #felix graham de vanily #lila salt

[antifainternational]

What is a good martial art to practice?

We’ve been getting a bunch of these questions. Luckily for you peeps, some of our admins have martial arts experience ánd have opinions! What martial art should I practice? I would say, most importantly, choose a martial art you like, that way, you will be more motivated to keep practicing it. Ofcourse, some of them are more effective in a streetfight than others. A lot of different cities and countries have different streetfighting ‘cultures’ so it’s impossible to write a text that covers it all. Wich didn’t stop this admin from doing exactly that. What martial arts are useful for self-defense?

Good question! If you want to learn unarmed self-defense, the most sensible seems to be a combination of something like Krav Maga, combined with a grappling martial art and a striking martial art. With muay thai, boxing, kickboxing, BJJ, you can’t go wrong. Make sure you get enough full-contact sparring, after you’ve learned the basics. If you are more interested in weapons and tools for self-defense, look up the laws in your country. Don’t break the laws, kids, mmmkay? What martial arts should I stay away from? There is no single truth when it comes to this and lots of people will disagree endlessley about these things, but there are some simple tips and tricks. Most ancient martial arts, with a lot of focus on stances and katas, will not be very useful against a dedicated attacker, more modern styles tend to be more effective (see above). Of course there will always be charlatans and McDojos. If your trainer claims they can knock someone out with their pinky, leave and never come back. A decent trainer will also have you full-contact sparring at some point. (Also, ‘martial arts’ like aikido and systema are a scam.) On a personal note. Martial arts can be great fun and really boost your self-confidence, unfortunately there’s a lot of cops and macho bullshit at a lot of gyms. Look around, maybe the gym closest to you isn’t the nicest, I spent two years taking a 1 hour train ride to go thaiboxing, because the gym was so much better then the ones close to me. If you have built up some experience and you have friends with experience, why not start your own little boxing club? A club with good values like mutual aid, being against discrimination and ‘don’t be a dick’. You would join a growing group of antifascist fighting clubs that are changing sports and maybe make some new friends along the way!

#antifa #martial arts #antifascism #mma #muaythai #boxing

[stardust-force-fortnite]

Introduce To The Team #1

“Hello there. Welcome to our force known as Stardust Force. We are a group that defends and help others but, do to the black hole and land on Apollo as it would be our new home. We’re still moving and fight to protect the people of this new island.” Radiant says.

“Sorry about that. Clear my throat with a cup of tea. You may have seen one of our team members help Rosso and the other’s and including myself. So let’s get to the team members.” Synapse said.

“First we have Jet as he was seen at Rosso blog. His code name is Hard Charger as he’s engineer, motorcycle guy, a writer, swordsman, and other martial arts like taekwondo and judo. He showed some skills and his knowledge of his travels to other universe’s. He wasn’t from our universe but, a different world. So he has the immortal spire along with the powers. I think that’s it for him. To the next member.” Radiant says flips to the next file.

“Here is our soldier and recon ranger name Cassandra and code name well Recon Ranger. She shows skills in the battlefield as she expert to weapon expect, extreme driving test, the study of tactical response scenarios, and other martial arts like Systema, Jujitsu, Kung fu, and Karv maga. She was able to find Jet which is where they met and train him along with others. Now to the next member.” Radiant says as she flips to the next file.

“When we came to the island and found a man name Genji who was a failed clone from the original Scratch. When he took up the name and was very skilled who’s moves are similar to 8-ball and Scratch. Mostly the two are Ego and Alter are battling each other which we help and then found Genji. He taught our troops of his martial arts that some haven’t learned or got a chance to learn. He is one of our best in stealth, rescue, and assassin missions. Glad to have him on our side. We have two more members but, there will be more and you may see some members. So next member.” She said.

“Looks like Cassandra brother had join the team and his name is Felix and his code name is Fixer. Fixer is a mechanic, engineer, combat, weapons expect, and the study of tactical response scenarios, and extreme driving test. Also he’s the muscle of the team and the best at what he does and my second in command as well. Then we move on to the final member.” She then files to her file.

“That would be me. I’m Radiant also known as Singularity. You may have known about the fight of the mecha vs monster on Athena. I have work for IO but, that’s when I meet the leader of the Seven. As you may know that I’m also the paradigm. Then that’s when I met Felicia. We would get to know each other and so she would be The Paradigm and I’m Singularity. As I have rift powers thanks to the Zero Point. Though with the Zero Point gone. I still have these power’s and I think that’s it.” Radiant closed the files and then stands.

“So if you have any questions for us. Feel free to ask us anything and will try to answer them as we can. So for now. Never giving up and keep moving forward to a be future.” Radiant said.

#star-dust-force-fortnite #fortnite #fortnite battle royale #fortnite synapse #fortnite fixer #fortnite hard charger #fortnite recon ranger #fortnite scratch

[hostelsbigbro]

Your thoughts about lil'danny losing weight in a comedy montage and not gradually anymore? Personally I found it quite rushed and would have preferred if we followed him on the journey.

And is the blonde (Russian?) woman's Jay's mother? And he hides his blue eyes to not stick out? And is Jay mute or selective mute?

Also, I think Mary might be a trans woman as she's so secretive about her past.

Lookism has really many plot threads now and I wonder how they all come together. Where did the new body come from, why doesn't Jay talk or show his eyes and know Systema, the students that so far has only shown up once, no teachers for some reason, Ji Ho, Crystal's situation, and more.

For a while I wondered if it was a "all in his head" story and that it was lil'danny's daydreams watching big and the others hanging out and thinking "what if that was me...." but now I'm not sure anymore.

The story is insane and I'm planning to reread it..! The planning process must've been crazy and yet almost everything makes sense in the end..!

Oh I actually think little Danny’s weight loss being comedic is quite.. underwhelming? Weight loss is a serious thing and not only it is exhausting for the body but the mind too. I would have liked if they had shown everything he went through, as I think it could have been quite interesting. It could have also gave him new motives in life as weight loss can teach you a few things depending on your personality ect. I am also curious about how long it took. 6 weeks, or 6 months? Both is hard. I just hope we will find out more about it. Honestly I think the whole thing with the Vivi club and workers could have came later, since the fight scenes, main cast and back stories aren’t balanced well out. Still an amazing story, just need more balance.

Aight so! I honestly think Jay is selective mute, not fully mute. I don’t know much about selective mutism though, so I won’t say another further to not misinform anyone! As of his eyes, I am not sure if it’s blue, that’s a possibility. It could be black though. Or something completely else. It’s lookism we are talking about after all! Blue seems like the most realistic answer though~ Sophia could be Jaeyeol’s mother, though I doubt that. I think she is just his teacher of some sort. When we saw a flashback of him from around the time he was at max 10 his hair was black. We might be close to Jaeyeol’s backstory though! I am honestly expecting a lot from that.

I never thought of a possibility of Mary being trans! If she is, I hope they say it out loudly and not in a subtle hint kind of way. I also don’t want it to be made a joke, but a rather serious sub plot. If she is not, that’s fine with me too! She is gorgeous either way!

To be honest with you, I don’t care what happened to Jiho. Whatever he built once, will fall apart. I feel like he will go crazy once, and turn on his followers. As of for Crystal.. I am really curious as to why she has a second body. Does she know it’s from her father or is she being used? Either way, it’s very bone chilling that she has a second body from her father. Jay could have trauma and disabilities, I am the most curious of him. As for students who only showed up once.. Sometimes anyone can have a big influence on your life, even if you only meet them once! Besides, every story needs background characters! As for no teachers... we know one, and he is quite an asshole. Also, most of the time when students fight, teachers won’t show up. I used to fight a lot in school, once even threw a table out of a window, and nothing huge happened. Not all teachers are good sadly! Also! Have you seen how strong Vasco is? Zack? Daniel? Jaeyeol? Logan? Good luck trying to stop them without injuries!

I understand why you would think that! I will respect your view, but in my eyes lookism is too complex for it to be all in little Danny’s head. I mean yes sure, this is a webtoon, but if it would be in his head it could all have different narrative and plot pattern!

Good luck with rereading it! Tell me if you notice anything you have missed before! I will wait for your ask, if you will send in any!

#ask!!! #I love long asks #IT TOOK ME HALF AN HOUR TO ANSWER IT #BUT IT WAS FUN #thank you anon #lookism #외모지상주의

[momentofmemory]

FICTOBER 2020 - day ten

Prompt #10: “All I Ever Wanted”

Fandom: MCU (Avengers: Infinity War & Endgame)

Characters: Gamora, Natasha Romanoff

Words: 2346

Author’s Note: Both Gamora and Natasha are stuck in the soul stone. It’s okay, though—they have a lot in common. But it’s not okay, because they have a whole lot to work through. Gamora POV. Part I of II.

>> die side by side

Gamora opens her eyes to a world painted in red and orange.

Red-orange sky, stretching out unbroken to touch a distant horizon. Red-orange water, silent and empty where they lap against her thighs. Red-orange rage, flickering in her soul and burning through the tips of her fingers; a remnant of something she can’t quite place.

A sense of lethargy clings to her as she eases into a sitting position, and her abs protest against the foreign movement. A lock of hair falls over her shoulder: despite just being pulled from the ankle-deep waters, when she touches it, both her hand and her hair are completely dry.

She cups the water in her hands. It’s cool, and wet, and the red-orange reflects against the green of her skin, just like she’d expect. But when she lets it drip through her fingers, every last drop slides seamlessly back to river, as if she’d never touched it at all.

“You’ll get used to that.”

Gamora whirls around instinctively, gathering her feet under her to fall into a defensive position. Barely a stone’s throw away, there’s yet another echo of red and orange: this time, found in a head of hair, half covering the face of a woman she doesn’t recognize.

The spectre smiles. “Hey, stranger.”

The words sound like something Peter would say, but the flat affect sounds like Gamora herself. Warning bells peal softly at the base of her skull—she wishes she could remember why.

Instead, she clears her throat, shifting into a stance that feels safer: spine twisting a little straighter, fists clenching a little tighter.

She jerks her chin in the woman’s direction. “Who are you?”

She doesn’t seem intimidated by Gamora’s demand, but a flicker of something flashes in her eyes. “The Black Widow.”

“Should that mean something to me?”

“No.” Another smile—sharper this time. “No more Daughter of Thanos will mean to me.”

Thanos.

The bells’ tolling turns into the crack of thunder; the fire in her veins to ice.

(And then the red-orange waters fade into blues and purples, brooding skies and angry mountains; a scream ripped from her chest and then the green, green blood dripping at the altar of her father’s—)

Gamora’s fingers grasp for a sword that isn’t there; she weaponizes her voice instead.

(Peter would be so proud.)

“What do you know of Thanos,” she demands, and her voice doesn’t tremble, because that’s what being His daughter means.

“That he killed you,” the woman says. “And then he killed half of everyone else, too.”

The Widow’s words cut far deeper than any sword Gamora’s ever possessed.

“You lie,” she spits, even as she bleeds out. “What is this place? Why’ve you brought me here?”

Something flickers in the woman’s eyes—equal parts determined and resigned; an emotion that feels eerily familiar. “Trust me; I’m no happier about being here than you are. This is where the Stone takes you when you die.”

No.

It can’t be.

Because if she’s here, then that means he—

(The universe has judged you.)

She switches tactics. Rotates onto the balls of her feet. “How do you know me?”

“I don’t.” The woman shifts ever so slightly in kind, enough to cover the new angle of attack. She’s good. “But I knew your sister.”

“Nebula,” Gamora breathes, before she can stop herself. Then, because she’s already revealed her hand, commits all the way. “Is she…?”

“Alive the last I saw her, yes. We worked together for a few years after Thanos.” A shrug, and the red-orange hair falls over her shoulder. “Though I guess after hasn’t happened yet.”

“The hell are you talking about,” Gamora snaps, though it’s not like she really cares.

“I’m from earth,” the Widow says. Gamora thinks, Peter. “After Thanos won, we went back in time to fix it. That meant someone had to die, so.”

“They sacrificed you?” Gamora remembers falling, falling, falling.

Then stopping.

“No,” the woman says. “I chose this.”

“Well I didn’t,” Gamora snaps.

The woman, infuriatingly, just stares at her.

Gamora breaks the standoff to gather her bearings, and this time when she looks around, spots a small structure rising in the distance.

“What’s that?”

The woman turns to where Gamora’s pointing, and a wrinkle of surprise passes her face. “I don’t know. I don’t think it was there before.”

Something like hope flares in Gamora’s chest. “A way out?”

“More likely a reason to keep you here,” the Widow says. “There’s nothing in this place that you didn’t bring in yourself. I wouldn’t go if I were you.”

Gamora’s jawline hardens. "I need to get out of here. My friends need me.”

“I don’t think so. If you’re here, that means the stone was restored to its timeline. All we have to do is wait.”

“For what?”

“For Thanos to destroy the stone,” she says. “And presumably, us along with it.”

A fresh jolt of fear runs through her. “That’s your plan? Sit around and wait for the end?”

The carefully constructed nonchalance in the other woman’s stature fractures for half a second, but it’s enough for Gamora to see it exactly as it is: constructed.

“We’re already dead,” she says eventually. “Might as well do it the conventional way, and get it over with.”

“Go to hell.”

The woman laughs: a brittle, ancient sound, and her red-orange hair ripples like water as a gust of wind blows over the lake.

“We might already be there.”

______________________

Gamora walks until the Black Widow becomes nothing but a black mark on the horizon, but no matter how far she travels, her silhouette never disappears entirely. The structure, however, becomes more defined as it looms closer: an open-walled pavilion, carved out of stone with intricate detailing on its columns, and a slanted, slate stone roof. She walks inside and spins slowly around.

Nothing.

She sighs, and stands ramrod straight at the edge, willing it to make sense. If she brought it here as the woman had said, surely it must—

“Daughter.”

It’s one word.

One word, and her entire body freezes, heart tripping over itself to climb out her mouth, chest heaving to pull it back inside.

She turns.

He’s there.

It feels like an eternity passes, the wind quietly ruffling through her hair, both ashamed to be standing in front of the other; neither of them able to speak.

Finally, the only words Gamora manages to claw past her throat:

“Did you do it?”

Did you win? Did you kill them? Did you kill me?

“Yes,” he says, and it’s in response to all of them.

He looks away, like he has the right.

Gamora’s voice trembles now, trembles with rage and hurt and the unfairness of it all. “What did it cost?”

She doesn’t know what she wants him to say. She knows what she doesn’t want him to say.

He stares straight at her, that same stare that always seemed to dissect every part of her, and yet miss her entirely, and says, “Everything.”

He vanishes, and Gamora crumbles to the floor.

______________________

She doesn’t know if the man that looks like her father is real.

All she knows is that every time she comes back to the pavilion, he’s there again, and every time, no matter how often she’s rehearsed a different set of questions, the second she sees him, she forgets all of them and the conversation plays out in the exact same way.

She doesn’t know how many times she tries; just that they never, ever work.

She’s sitting outside the pavilion after another failed attempt, watching the water flow purposelessly through her fingers, when the Widow's shadow falls over her. Gamora doesn’t bother looking up. After a moment, the shadow moves, and then the woman is sitting down beside her instead.

“Natasha,” she says.

Gamora looks up.

“It wasn’t my first name,” the woman shrugs, “but it’s the only one I chose.”

It sounds like an invitation to something, but Gamora’s not sure what. She’s too tired to puzzle it out, but she figures just waiting is permission enough.

“I grew up in a place called The Red Room,” she says, and Gamora instantly recognizes the neutral tone she uses to talk about it. “We were just kids, maybe six years old. All girls. They were training us how to dance.”

Gamora remembers Peter. “Kevin Bacon?”

“Vaganova,” she says. “And occasionally, Legat. But you’d be most familiar with Systema. We used that one to kill each other.”

The familiarity she’d recognized from before slots into place. “I was six, too. When he took me.”

Natasha nods, like she’s not surprised. She probably isn’t. “Is that who you see when you go in?”

Gamora draws her hand out of the water. She holds her five perfectly dry fingers in front of her face, and thinks about futility. “What do you see?”

The other woman looks away. “Red.”

______________________

They hang around each other a lot more after that.

It’s not like they could ever fully get away from the other, even if they wanted to. As Gamora had discovered that first day, no matter how far they walk, they can still see the other on the horizon.

The problem is that that means they can always see the pavilion, in Gamora’s case, and a dance floor, in Natasha’s case, too. They try, once, to see if the other can join them in the strange rehearsal, but however the mechanics work, they’re clearly locked to one person at a time.

Time still passes. They’re not sure how much, or how fast, because they don’t need to sleep, and it doesn’t feel long. But their hair still grows, and sometimes they’ll just braid each other’s hair, trying to one-up the other with the various styles they’ve learned.

Gamora’s in the middle of a complicated twist in Natasha’s hair when the other other woman breaks the silence.

“I had a sister once, too.” Gamora pauses, glancing down, but Natasha’s expression doesn’t change. She teases out a strand of hair and continues the braid. “How’d it work out?”

“It didn’t.”

The weight of Natasha’s words settles into her bones, and she contemplates them; metabolizes them. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah.”

Natasha plays with one of the free strands of her red-orange hair; the red-orange waves lick against the stone.

“What about you?” she asks, finally. “It work out with yours?”

Nebula.

Nebula, attacking her again and again, trying and nearly succeeding in wiping her off the face of the galaxy. Nebula, destined to never be the favoured one, always fighting against fate for just a scrap of acknowledgement. Nebula, coiled with rage and pain and hurt and still straining against everything their father built into her.

Nebula, the girl who only ever wanted a sister.

Gamora shifts the piece of hair into her other hand and grips the fastener between her teeth.

“Yeah. Yeah, it did.”

They were finally in a good place. And now she’s left her.

Natasha waits until Gamora finishes fastening the braid in place. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah. Me, too.”

______________________

Gamora wipes angrily at her eyes, refusing to meet Natasha’s pointed stare.

“I told you to stop going in.”

“There has to be a way to change it!”

“Maybe there’s not,” Natasha says. “It’s the past. You need to move on.”

“No. he can’t win.”

“By choosing to relive the same memory over and over, hoping that this time it’ll change, aren’t you the one letting him win?”

“He murdered me,” Gamora snaps. “You don’t think I deserve a little closure?”

“People get murdered every day.”

Gamora’s body tenses, ready to strike. Natasha’s responds in kind. “Don’t. Don’t—pretend like this is the same.”

“Don’t pretend like it’s special.”

Gamora launches herself at Natasha.

“Pretend?” she spits, falling into a flurry of strikes, all of which Natasha evades. “The greatest power in the universe looked at Thanos murdering me and decided to call it love, so yeah, I think I deserve the right to be a little pissed!”

Then they're rolling through the water, trading blows at frightening speeds. They’re fast and they’re strong and they’re both very, very good, and Gamora feels more alive than she has since the day she stepped on Vormir.

“It’s—a goddamn—stone, Gamora!” Natasha says, punctuating each word with an attack. “Its central premise is that love is something you should be willing to kill, and you think its approval would be a good thing?”

Gamora attempts to sweep Natasha’s legs out from under her, only to be roughly thrown to the ground when Natasha wraps her hand around her braid and pulls.

“Yield,” Natasha demands, pressing her knee firmly into Gamora’s ribcage to keep her pinned.

Gamora growls and bucks against the weight for a moment, then sags. “Yield.”

“Good.” Natasha slides off, dropping into the water before flipping onto her back and staring up at the sky. She sighs. “Why do you care so much?”

“He didn’t love me,” Gamora says, and it’s so tired; so rehearsed. Cautiously, she tries for honesty this time. “…And I hate that all I ever wanted was that he would. And maybe that’s why it worked.”

“The people who raised me were cruel, fucked up people. And I would’ve given anything for their approval,” Natasha says. “That doesn’t say anything about what love is. Just means they were important, and important things can be good or bad.”

“But the stone—”

“The stone asks you to murder someone just to prove that it’s worth more. It doesn’t know love. It knows jealousy.”

Gamora dips her hair into the water, just to watch the droplets bead and roll off without leaving it wet. “But it worked for you.”

“Yeah, well,” Natasha shrugs. “That’s as far as my advice gets you. But all I know is this: if you’re going to ask something evil to define love, don’t be surprised when you get an evil answer, too.

“So if you really want a good definition of love?” Natasha props herself up onto her elbows and makes sure catch Gamora’s eyes. “Then you go ask someone that’s also good.”

#fictober20 #gamora #natasha romanoff #mcu #soul stone #fanfiction #tw:language #memsfic

[starlightinhumanform]

Seeing in Technicolor

Fandom: Sanders Sides 

Ship: Analoceit 

Summary: Logan and Virgil are used to having the living room to themselves by the ending of movie marathons. This time, however, they’re joined by Deceit who finds himself dragged into their weekly cuddle sessions.

Warnings (in order of strength): One Somewhat Non-Consensual Hug, (please tell me if anything needs to be added) 

Genre: Fluff (like seriously tooth-rotting, my pals) 

A/N: -In this fic, Virgil dated Deceit while he lived with the dark sides. After joining the light sides, he began dating Logan. -This switches occasionally from being Virgil-centric to being Logan-centric so both of their voices are included. Hope you enjoy! Love you all 🖤✨

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As usual, Logan and Virgil found themselves the last ones up. The others had gone out in their usual order: Patton snuggled up against Roman’s legs, Roman finally giving in and staying quiet long enough to drift off, and Remus passed out behind the couch snoring loudly.

Staying up was kind of their thing. The others would fall asleep, giving Logan and Virgil the opportunity to scoot closer and closer until Logan inevitably found Virgil curled up in his lap, their arms and legs comfortably tangled together. (Virgil would always claim that technically Logan was not something that was meant to be sat on and, therefore, it was his way of relaxing).

What was new was Deceit.

He had been the last to join the group in their movie marathons, only joining them for the first time tonight, and he clearly didn’t know where he fit in. When he had first walked into the room, he had frozen, startled by the loud cheers from the others. It took him a few minutes of stuttering around the room before he had finally- and tentatively- sat down between Virgil and Logan on the couch.

Now he sat between them, body still tense like he was ready to run at any moment. He was hunched over his knees and his focus kept flickering away from the movie to glance at Virgil and Logan out of the corner of his eye.

Virgil recognized the similarities immediately- the rhythmic way Deceit tapped his fingertips together, how he kept holding his breath only to let it out in one purposefully quiet exhale, even the way he kept his arms and legs tucked neatly away so they didn’t touch anyone else. Deceit looked like him.

Virgil might embody Thomas’ anxiety, but right now Deceit was doing a better job of playing the role.

It especially reminded Virgil of when he had just started hanging out with the light sides. He had been completely unsure of where he was supposed to go and completely convinced that he didn’t belong there. The problem was obvious: Deceit was scared.

Virgil wished there was something he could do. If only there were some magic words he could say to put Deceit’s worries to rest. To just tell him Hey, you do belong with us and no, we don’t mind you and yes, we’re glad you’re here. He wanted to reach out and take all that tension from Deceit’s body. To let him know that he was safe.

But he couldn’t find the courage to do it, remembering the bitter ways he had reacted to the light sides’ friendliness at first. If any of them had shown him the sympathy or affection he wanted to give Deceit right now, he probably would have bitten their hand off before it could reach him.

Logan had noticed it too. Not that it was something too difficult to see. The discomfort in Deceit’s body language was painfully obvious. If Deceit could’ve compressed the space between his atoms to make himself smaller, he probably would have.

It was distracting, really. The anxiety radiating of Deceit was enough to draw even Logan’s attention away from the screen’s flickering colours and loud noises. Not to mention Deceit’s fidgeting, which had apparently decided to take up permanent residence in Logan’s peripheral vision.

Finally Logan sighed, tired of his attention being spilt and missing the familiar warmth of another side pressed up against him. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Deceit’s unsuspecting body, pulling backwards so Deceit was dragged into the couch cushions with him.

Deceit immediately yelped, waving his arms and trying to squirm out of Logan’s grip. By the time Logan hit the back of the couch, Deceit had stopped struggling, just frozen in Logan’s grasp. Every muscle in his body seemed to clench up once.

Even though Logan’s sudden movement had surprised Virgil, he was more concerned by just how terrified Deceit seemed. He was like a coiled spring, just waiting to be pushed past his breaking point- snap.

“Deceit- are you ok?” Virgil had never seen him look like this before.

Deceit’s wide eyes snapped to reach his, just the gaze of a scared animal. His chest started heaving and Virgil realized Deceit had stopped breathing for a second.

Logan let his arms relax and fall gently against Deceit’s stomach. With one hand he reached up and began combing Deceit’s bangs back from his forehead, “You really should relax.”

“What, what are you doing?” Deceit’s voice escaped him like the cracks and creaks of a haunted house.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Logan scrunched his eyebrows together, “I’m trying to help you relax; this usually works for Virgil.”

Virgil smirked, suddenly realizing that Logan’s abrupt (and somewhat startling) actions were his attempt at making Deceit feeling welcome. Logan had difficulty grasping the volume dial on affection- it was more of a simple on/off switch for him. Apparently Deceit had flipped the switch into On mode, “Hey, Logan, maybe you should let Dee go for now.”

“Oh. Certainly,” Logan couldn’t help but scowl slightly as he unwound he arms and released Deceit. He had been under the impression that physical affection was one on the most popular forms through which care could be displayed.

To both his and Virgil’s surprise, Deceit didn’t move far. He shifted until he was more centered between the two, but remained leaning back. His body was stiff and his eyes snapped from side to side, like he was waiting for one of the others to tell him he was doing something wrong. But he was there. Between them. And at least trying to join. Logan and Virgil blinked at each other across Deceit like Hey, I didn’t see that one coming.

For a second, nobody dared break the spell. Logan and Virgil were afraid that they’d breathe wrong and suddenly Deceit would be gone. Deceit sunk into the couch cushions as if he hoped to simply dissolve away.

The television filled the space between them. Neon mosaics painted across three faces. Flashes of colour reflected in three sets of glassy eyes. The scales on Deceit’s face seemed to drip with light as they reflected whatever movie Roman had chosen hours ago. Deceit’s expression was hard to place as it was painted by the ever-changing lighting. His wide eyes soaked in the saturated flashes from the film- warm brown turning into a kaleidoscope. A tiny pull on one side of his lips that was tugging them upwards. It was nearly impossible to see but it was something Virgil had learned to see in the years before. Hook, line, sinker. Virgil was in it all over again.

Logan was fixated. It was like he had been going to the same museum every single day and suddenly a new exhibit had been added with absolutely no warning and it just so happened to be one of the most beautiful pieces he had ever seen. He couldn’t put his finger on it. Awe? No, that’s too strong. Appreciation? Maybe. Affection was always a part of the equation; Logan had more respect for Deceit than probably any other side. Logan has a fondness for the way he liked to solve problems like a rationally thinking person (which just went to show how low the bar was) but Logan had never considered that the fondness could extend to Deceit himself. But looking down at Deceit- one usually stubborn and strong suddenly turned so small and vulnerable- there was a soft warmth filling up the empty spaces in his chest that was usually only reserved for Virgil. He couldn’t look away.

Finally Deceit’s voice broke the glaze that had settled over both of the others, “It actually wasn’t that bad?”

Virgil gave his head a shake, trying to remember what was going on, “What wasn’t?”

Deceit winced and pressed further into the couch cushions. Any hint of confidence disappeared, “Um, you know, uh-“

“This?” Virgil slid sideways and snaked his arm around Deceit, resting his chin on Deceit’s chest.

Deceit’s breath hitched, body tensing once again before softening into the hold, “Yeah. That.”

Virgil settled down further into the body below him, snuggling his chest flat against Deceit and resting his face against soft material of Deceit’s shirt. He was warm and Virgil liked the way Deceit’s slowly-steadying breath played against the loose strands of his hair.

He could feel Logan’s gaze settle across him and Deceit. A pang of worry hit him, wondering if Logan would be jealous or feel betrayed. Guilt seeped into the edges of his mind, distracting him from the steady, comfortable rhythm of Deceit’s chest rising and falling. Logan had been the one to reach out for Deceit first, but he also knew about Virgil and Deceit’s history.

“Hey!”

Logan’s voice pulled Virgil’s attention from where he had been staring at the meaningless movements on the screen. He was still siting up straight and looked comically insulted, a pout pulling at the ends of his mouth.

A laugh escaped Virgil as he stared up at Logan’s expression, relief washing over when it was obvious Logan wasn’t actually upset. Besides, the grumpy scrunch set of his mouth was nothing if not adorable.

Virgil gave him a lopsided smile from where he was still settled on Deceit, “Well you can join us.”

After a moment’s hesitation Logan leaned against Deceit’s other side. He wrapped one arm around Deceit’s shoulders and let other lie against Virgil’s arm.

All three turned their attention back to the movie, but Logan couldn’t see anything; he was far too concentrated on the thoughts flooding through his mind (systematically, of course).

So this wasn’t the usual arrangement. It was incredibly different, in fact. Deceit’s discomfort had been nearly tangible and it had been ruining Logan’s ability to pay attention to anything else. That’s why he had grabbed him- right? Obviously, he had felt some sort of sympathy for Deceit and held the understandable amount of affection one would for a companion. It hadn’t been anything out of the ordinary.

Now, transfixed by the two men curled next to him, he wasn’t so sure. The movie was still playing and he still wasn’t watching it. Deceit’s anxiety wasn’t distracting him anymore but Logan couldn’t look away.

Virgil held his distinct beauty- eyes sparkling and a smug grin replacing his usual scowl. It took Logan’s breath away every time. Tonight, though, Logan seemed to be having an especially hard time catching his breath.

He was pretty sure it had something to do with the way Deceit’s face had been slowly but surely transforming into a smirk. Maybe it was the way Deceit’s back was pressing into Logan’s chest so he could feel the other side’s heartbeat. Or maybe it was how Deceit placed his hand lightly on Logan’s leg. His hand barely touched his thigh, fingertips merely brushing. Deceit may have relaxed somewhat but he was still so different than what Logan was used to. He was so unsure, so defenseless. He had never looked like this before but, then again, maybe Logan just hadn’t ever looked at him this way before.

Logan stared down at the hand barely resting against his leg. Deceit was still wearing his gloves, having- like Logan- chosen to remain in his usual outfit. The touch was feather-light but it was still there, dragging his attention to focus on that and that alone.

Deceit apparently noticed Logan’s eyes boring into the back of his hand and quickly tried to jerk back, breathing out a yelp of a “sorry-sorry-sorry” as he did.

Logan reacted instinctively, slamming his own palm over Deceit’s hand before it could move too far. He immediately regretted the action. Virgil and Deceit were both blinking at him like a pair of disbelieving owls.

If “wince” was an emotion, Logan was definitely experiencing it. He was acting like a bumbling fool, as if all of Roman’s starstruck foolishness had combined with Virgil’s awkward impulsiveness to create... whatever this was.

Virgil began laughing, a genuine bark that was so loud, Logan began worrying it would wake the others. After a few seconds, Virgil gasped in a breath, “God, you nerds. And I was worried you two wouldn’t get along. I mean, Logan, should I be jealous? You were never this much of a mess for me.”

Logan could feel his brain freeze up at what Virgil was implying- that he felt the same things for Deceit that he did for Virgil. Well, there was some definite logic to it. But Virgil had ripped the bandaid off before Logan even had the chance to accept the fact he had a wound.  

“I, well, I- I don’t think,” Logan stuttered out words just so he could give something in the vague shape of a response. But what words to say? To deny it would be pointless but to confirm anything would lead to his figurative ruin.

He was sent reeling once again as Deceit twisted his hand so his palm faced upwards and smoothed the pad of his thumb against the top of Logan’s still clamped-down hand. Logan’s eyes never left that yellow glove as Deceit guided their hands upwards until their clasped hands sat between their two faces. Logan’s gaze flickered from his hand to Deceit’s sparkling eyes.

Deceit kept the eye contact steady- always questioning, but always smiling- as he pulled Logan’s hand forward, finally pressing his lips against the knuckles of Logan’s hand.

Logan sucked in a breath, feeling his heart hammering in his chest. He was being ridiculous and he knew it. He had an upfront approach to love and seemingly Deceit did too. But this was so different than Logan’s method. It was something about the way a thousand unsaid things floated in Deceit’s eyes, the way they searched Logan without ever moving.

A disgruntled sigh came from Virgil, “Excuse me, do you lovebirds need a room?”

Deceit let Logan’s hand fall from his lips, lacing their fingers together. He held Logan’s stare for a second longer as Virgil continued grumbling. Logan knew there was weight in the way Deceit looked at him, but it was in a measurement he could never translate.

Deceit turned away from Logan, dragging both of their attentions to Virgil snuggled into Deceit with a begrudging expression.

“-besides, I was here first. And that can be said for both of you-“

Virgil’s rambling was cut off as Deceit cupped his hand around Virgil’s chin, tilting his head up slightly. He leaned forward and placed his lips squarely over Virgil’s.

Virgil gave in, rolling his eyes and pressing his lips back against Deceit’s. He could feel Deceit smile, lips curling against his mouth. This felt right. He loved being with the light sides now but something had been lacking; finally all of the puzzle pieces clicked into places. The kiss deepened naturally, falling into the rhythm that had been so familiar to them at one point in time.

Virgil reached out, unclasping his hands from around Deceit’s back without breaking away. He stretched his arms until he found Logan. Virgil rested his hand against Logan’s chest, unconsciously lacing his tie through his fingers. He needed the contact; to say Hey I haven’t forgotten about you- I still love you. He needed the confirmation that Logan was still there. This all seemed too perfect. Virgil had always assumed he could only have one or the other- a life with dark sides or a life with the light sides, Logan’s care or Deceit’s affection. Virgil was sure one of them was going dissolve away at any moment.

But Logan’s heart was beating right beneath his palm. He could feel the warmth of his skin through the shirt’s material. And Deceit, he was real too- hand pressed against Virgil’s back and lips pressed even closer. Yeah, this felt right.

Deceit pulled away, eyebrow quirked, “Still needy for attention, I see-“

“Shut up,” Virgil shifted so he could grab Logan’s hand from Deceit’s shoulder and intertwined their finger’s together to lay on the top of the couch cushions. His other hand remained comfortably against Deceit’s chest.

For the first time since Deceit had joined them much earlier that evening, things were still. A calm settled over the room, the gentle breathing of the sleeping sides just barely audible beneath the sound of the movie. Deceit and Virgil turned their attention back to the screen. They were apparently quite comfortable with this new closeness between the three of them.

Logan, on the other hand, found himself wonderfully perplexed. This wasn’t the outcome he had been necessarily looking for and it certainly wasn’t something he could’ve possibly predicted. But Virgil looked more content than Logan had seen him in months. Deceit- god, Deceit- was practically glowing between them. Logan was confused as to how it had taken him to long to notice how beautiful Deceit was.

He didn’t want to break the tranquility but  some small, not-so-serious part of Logan was struggling to not clap his hands like a little kid who had just received a surprise. The emotions squirmed through him, making it hard to sit still.

“What are you smiling about?” Virgil was wearing a smug grin like he knew exactly why Logan was smiling.

“Be quiet and watch the movie,” Logan turned away slightly and tried to ignore the two pairs of sparkling eyes that he knew were watching him.

The rest of the movie ended uneventfully. Logan found the animation to be rudimentary, the music shrill, and the plot to have no consistency. But it was enjoyable. He especially appreciated how Virgil’s hand had migrated closer across the couch cushions to play through his hair and the way Deceit had burrowed snugly against his chest.

Finally, the screen faded to black, credits rolling to a close without another movie queued behind it. Tucked against Logan, Deceit seemed to be having a hard time keeping his eyes open. They would fall slowly only to flicker back open a second later.

Logan found himself watching the cycle for a minute before shaking his head and chuckling. He wasn’t even sure whose foolishness he was laughing at- his own strange transfixation or Deceit’s sorry attempt at resisting sleep.

He used his free hand to brush Deceit’s bangs back and smiled when Deceit responded by snuggling his head in closer, “Why don’t you just fall asleep?”

“I wanna stay awake,” Deceit grumbled.

“But there’s no movie left to watch,” Logan tried to assure him.

“Not awake for movie- wanna stay with you guys.”

Virgil grinned at the shocked look on Logan’s face, “Don’t let him get to you- he always gets sappy when he’s tired.”

Deceit raised his head to glare but between his ruffled hair and sleepy eyes it wasn’t that affective, “I’m not tired.”

Virgil rolled his eyes as Deceit stifled a yawn, “Liar.”

“That’s kind of my job.”

If Deceit’s statement of wanting to stay awake with them hadn’t melted Virgil’s heart, the pout Deceit was giving him now would have done the trick.

“Come on, Snake,” Virgil unwound his hand from Logan’s and wrapped his arms around Deceit’s chest, pulling him into his lap. Deceit tilted sideways without resistance and lifted his legs up lie over Logan.

Virgil scooted over into Logan’s waiting arms and sighed happily as the hold tightened around his shoulders. Virgil rubbed his hands idly along Deceit’s shoulders and twisted his neck to rest his chin on Logan’s collarbone.

He was content to stay there- maybe forever- just silently watching the way Logan’s eyes roamed over his face. Virgil couldn’t help but flush happily under the direct attention.

But Deceit was quickly drifting away and Virgil was still convinced that whatever this was could never coexist with reality. Thousands of worries floated through his mind but one question in particular kept rising to the surface-

“Logan, you’re- you’re alright with this, right? You usually don’t jump into things this quickly and we didn’t have a chance to talk about this at all. Well, honestly, I didn’t think any of this would happen so I guess we couldn’t really have talked about but still I want to make sure you’re comfortable with all of this and-“

“Virgil, dear, you’re rambling again,” Logan bent his head down until their foreheads met with a gentle bump, “Besides we don’t even know what ‘this’ is yet. I suggest we gather more observations and then calculate a decision when we are better able to do so.”

Virgil snorted, “You mean we should wait and see where it goes?”  

Logan darted forward, pecking Virgil on the lips before straightening up, “Yeah that’s exactly what I mean.”

Virgil felt a warmth seeping through his chest, burning hot. He wasn’t sure if it was result of his own affection or if it was just the warmth that radiated of Logan’s space-heater of a body. Maybe it was both. He wedged himself closer to Logan and smiled at the soft waves of drowsiness that were washing over him. Darkness soon took over his vision and only the sensation of comfort remained.

“So I can stay?”

Logan glanced past Virgil’s unconscious form at Deceit who blinked at him slowly with his reptilian eye. He shifted carefully so his back was flat against Virgil’s. His movements were unhurried and and his eyes remained half-lidded. Those eyes- still so full of questions, looking for answers, looking for safety. If Logan’s heart had the figurative strings that everyone spoke of, Deceit would have been playing them like a harp.

“Yeah. I think we’d both-,” Logan jerked his head gently to the side, indicating Virgil, “like that a lot.”

“Oh,” For a moment Deceit’s face wrinkled in confusion like he was having a hard translating Logan’s words. After a somewhat terrifying moment, his expression relaxed into a smile, “I think I’d like that too.”

Deceit curled up again, a tight little ball pressing into Logan’s lap. At his side, Virgil tucked himself tighter against his chest. Deceit’s breathing evened out, creating a soft counter rhythm to Virgil’s gentle snores. A few feet ahead, the DVD logo was bumping across the screen from side to side, casting a tiny blue spotlight over the room as it moved. Logan felt his eyes glazing over as he watched its hypnotizing movement. He could definitely get used to this.

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[malewifehenrycooldown]

Maybe talk a bit about your beastars s/i? :3

ahhh thank you so much Silas! 

So uh my Beastars s/i is named Joan, as in ‘Joan of Arc’ to contrast Louis as he is named after French kings. I'm a history nerd can you blame me?

Joan has a slightly unfortunate family tree. 

Her mother is a dingo-fennec fox hybrid, who is a well respected stuntwoman and martial artist. She knows jui-jutsu, judo, Krav Maga, Aikido, Systema amongst many many more!

If I had to equate her to a real life figure, I’d say she'd be like the Zoe Bell of the Beastars universe. 

This is kind of where Joan gets all her self defense moves from.

Her father is a Harpia-komodo dragon mix who also happens to be a nurse. He has taught Joan what to do in a medical emergency, how to do CPR, how to treat wounds and what to do when someone is having a panic attack. 

I have yet to name her parents but for the most part they are pretty caring and want the best for Joan.

Appearance wise, other students kinda tease Joan over the fact she has big ears. They are distraction in class, and usually she sits at the back because sometimes the person sitting behind might not be able to see what's being presented in class. Don't get me started on the feathers on her head either- that's a whole can of worms.

She's a memeber of the Visual Arts Club! But because she's Louis unofficial bodyguard it sometimes means that she's in the Drama Club doing sketches and stuff.

She's is Louis's (best) friend and ‘unofficial’ bodyguard, but Joan respects the fact Louis can handle himself, but part of her is still concerned of him slipping up - and one slip could mean a life or death situation, so Joan does her best to be near Louis as much as possible. Louis doesn't like that at all but he just accepts it - then later understands and actually admits that he really appreciates Joan's company

Joan pines for Pina's affections but she's too nervous to say anything - so she just quietly draws him when he's doing drama rehearsal. She has no clue that Pina is pining after her too cause he thinks that when her feathers floof up it makes her cuter. The time he really falls in love is her laughter which is really like - the cutest sound on earth to him-

uhhhh that's all i can really think of now but uh thank you so much Silas! hope you like my weird ramblings of my Beastars S/I.

#Beastars S/I: Joan #self insert #melonmantic #ask me anything #🐏🎭 Where Is the Fanciest Sheep? #🦌 Loyalty is Earned; Not Given

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10 Common Mistakes That Are Destroying Your Nails

Have you ever checked out your fingernails? I mean really checked out them. Sure we would like them to be neat, maybe even sparkly, but are we sure we’re doing all we will form sure they’re also healthy? Here are 10 mistakes you ought to avoid if you would like beautiful, healthy nails.

Eating a poor diet

First things first, you've got to form sure your nails are growing right. Fingernails are made from keratin, a sort of protein. this is often an equivalent substance as your hair and even the very top layer of your skin. So, if you’re curious about keeping your hair, nails, and skin all healthy, you ought to be eating leafy green vegetables. Calcium and magnesium are vital. Also, make certain to remain hydrated with many glasses of water during the day.

Biting your nails

Your mother was totally right about this one. Biting the fingernails isn't good for you. Not only does one find yourself putting all types of nasty bacteria and other particles in your mouth, but the constant tearing weakens the nail structure. Do whatever you'll to interrupt yourself of this habit, whether it’s painting your nails with a special bad-tasting overcoat or putting on fake nails to stay them from your teeth.

Picking at your nail enamel

You might think that shedding the polish by hand is a suitable nervous habit instead. That’s where you’d be wrong. Picking at your nail enamel also removes your nail’s top layer, and repeatedly doing this removes more layers. Again, you’re weakening your nails. Use polish remover instead. There are even polish remover wipes if you’re during a hurry.

Cutting your cuticles

It may appear to be you don’t need those bits of skin called cuticles, but cutting them off isn't the proper answer. you would like to use cuticle oil to nourish the nail bed. rather than cutting them, you would like to carefully push them back, making your nails look longer and healthier. Don’t do that without the oil otherwise, you may cause yourself pain. If you wouldn’t shove a stick under your nail, don’t shove one over it, either.

Forgetting a base coat

Okay, so you’re getting to do your own nails. After being nice to your cuticles, you would like to be nice to your nails. this suggests you've got to place down a base coat before applying polish. this may protect your nails from the harsher polish, and also make it easier for the polish to be removed without damage to the nails.

Getting acrylic or gel nails all the time

It might be tempting to urge your nails through with acrylic or gel. While they appear great, it’s never an honest idea to wear them exclusively. the rationale for this is often that, a bit like the remainder of your skin, your nails got to breathe. Not only that, but the technicians need to buff down the highest layer to urge the acrylic or gel to stay. This makes your nails thin and brittle. And you would like to soak your nails in acetone to get rid of the polish. Save these for special occasions, not everyday wear.

Forgetting to wear gloves once you do the dishes

This sounds weird, but it’s true. Water could also be vital to life, but it also makes your skin swell . an excessive amount of water on your hands not only gets them wrinkly but makes the nails yield the expanding skin. This doesn’t mean you ought to don't wash your hands: it means you should protect them. Wear rubber gloves when doing dishes or cleaning together with your hands. they're going to also protect you from whatever chemicals are in your cleaning supplies. an excessive amount of anything, even water, is bad.

Using your nails as tools

If you’ve ever leveraged open a can of soda with just your nail, you recognize what we mean. The nail is meant to support the finger, not do all the work. And if you’ve ever used your fingernail as an emergency screwdriver, stop it. You’ll just break the nail and still need a screwdriver. We’re not saying don’t use your fingernails, just don’t expect them to be your personal toolkit.

Not reading the label on your nail enamel

There are three main ingredients in nail enamel that you simply don't want to possess. First is formaldehyde, a preservative, which is additionally utilized in embalming. Second is toluene, which keeps the nail looking smooth; it’s been linked to issues with the systema nervosum like dizziness and headaches. Third is DBP or dibutyl phthalate, which prevents chipping or cracking; it’s also been linked to fertility issues and is banned to be used in Europe. Many large brands are removing these chemicals from their products. It pays to read the label.

Changing your nail enamel frequently

As tempting, because it is to vary nail enamel color on a frequent basis, we don’t recommend it. albeit you're using the gentlest polish on the market, the polish isn’t the matter. the matter is that the nail enamel remover. Acetone may be a strong solvent that leeches moisture from your nails. All the diligence you set in to nourish your nails will attend waste if they’re all dried out. And dry nails don’t grow well. Use it sparingly, once you got to, and you’ll keep the dryness in check.