#There is some really odd stuff in some that I have no recollection of

[peculiarmarsu]

Sometimes I've wondered it'd be fun to make some of those sketchbook flip through videos, I love to see such from other artists.

Yea as you can see my usual go-to pick for sketchbook are these ones from Flying Tiger, easy to rip pages off to scan and then kinda fit them back. I once bought a larger size but its paper was different, kinda smudgey.

#marsu musings #There is some really odd stuff in some that I have no recollection of

[cherrysoojins]

८ bewitched , ateez laufey songs .

✉️. five of eight, song mingi. what love will do to you.

&ㅤㅤ 📦 ♡ warnings. sfw, fluff, small mention of wooyoung &. yunho, suited for all ages, not proofread ( might have spelling errors ), not the best one i don’t rlly like it :(, let me know if any other warnings that should be added ! 1161 wc.

taglist. @luvvvlyjoong , @cherrystar1117 , @dairyminki

song mingi has never acted this way before.

he has never actively sat there and talked to the walls of his room about someone— not even when he was mad at someone and needed to ramble at something or to somebody. he always did it in his head.

but this time, he felt the physical need to actually talk about it. this feeling.

this feeling that was overwhelmingly taking over every inch of his body, but more specifically, his heart and mind.

love was so visceral. mingi has been in love before, has liked plenty of other girls and stuff, but you… you made him question if he was actually in love with all of those girls in the past.

for them, it was the thought of knowing he was in love with them. he looked at them and thought, “man, i’m in love with her.”

but with you, he felt it, too. it was so hard to ignore this feeling, he felt it so deeply throughout this body. the warmth, the butterflies, longing and aching whenever you left or when you were so close to him but he couldn’t hold or touch you… he truly felt in love with you.

he didn’t think he was in love with you, he knew he was in love with you.

and with these new overwhelming new emotions, he had to talk it out. and so he talked it out with the wall in front of where he sat on the edge of his bed.

could he just have gone to his friends? yes, but wooyoung would just laugh and poke fun at him and yunho would tell mingi all the right things and give great advice, but mingi found that annoying for some reason.

so the wall was his new best friend.

he could talk to it and it would keep all his secrets, it wouldn’t make fun of him or give him annoying advice (that he probably needed)— it just listened and that was what he really needed at the moment. was just someone to listen.

he wishes it was you who was listening. the things he admitted to this wall were the words he wished he could admit to you.

that he re-reads his favorite romance book time and time again and imagines you as the female love interest because knows that it ends with the two main characters in love, which would be you and him.

and that’s a big shocker because since when did mingi ever read?

days where you and him couldn’t meet up with each other were always so hazy— they were slow and he couldn’t recollect a single memory on what happened on those days. but the days where you were there, they went by fast but he could oddly enough remember ever single detail from the moment you got to the meeting spot to the very second you both left, he could recall it all.

these things were all so simple yet felt so odd to say. it sounds like he’s gone crazy and is just saying random stuff that doesn’t make sense.

but in a way, that’s what love will do to you.

it drives you crazy, but it can ultimately make you so insanely happy— love is odd and crazy and doesn’t make sense. it was made to make you not think straight— it was made to just make you feel.

and mingi did indeed seem crazy and was indeed not thinking straight as his fingers tapped your name into the search bar of his contacts and hit the “call” button without hesitation.

love will indeed do crazy things to you, because if he was in his right mind he would never do something like this.

“hi, mingi!” your voice rang out, picking up halfway through the first ring, almost immediately.

mingi could feel his heart rate pick up at the mere sound of your voice speaking to him so happily, with a hint of tiredness in it.

he assumes you might’ve been sleeping since he called you at three in the morning.

but would he sound insane if he said the idea of you waking up from your slumber and immediately accepting his call was endearing and enough to make the butterflies in his stomach go absolutely wild?

“y/n,” he breathed out a breath he was unknowingly holding into the phone, a smile etching onto his face at the sound of your voice that could light up a million rooms at once. “did i wake you up?” he asked a moment later.

“you did, but that’s okay because it’s you.” you said softly into the phone in response. he could hear you shuffling around in your bed and the sound of the phone being placed onto your pillow.

he could only assume that if this went right, you wouldn’t be hanging up on him at all tonight. falling asleep on the phone sounded like such a childish thing to get excited about, but he didn’t care.

any moment with you, even if it meant he was taking on the role of a corny high schooler with his first girlfriend who fell asleep on call with him, he would cherish it and adore it.

because that is also, what love will do to you.

“y/n, i…”

love will make you a different person in some ways, and make you discover things about yourself that you didn’t know before.

and for mingi, it made him realize how hard he can love, how he needs to vent about these feelings and get them off of his chest.

“i really like you. actually, i’m in love with you. really.” mingi sputtered out before his mind could talk himself out of it and catch up with his actions and put a halt to them.

there was silence on the other line for a couple of seconds before he heard soft little giggles emit from you, unease drowning his body. what if you were laughing at him? what if you didn’t reciprocate his feelings? what happens after this if you reject him right now?

this was pathetic, he should’ve known better. you were too good for him, he didn’t deserve you and—

“i’m in love with you too, mingi.”

oh.

oh.

“oh.” he said, his entire body freezing up im pure shock, but then relaxed in pure relief as all the other troubled thoughts slowly left his mind.

“but i’m going to ignore your confession because you told me through a phone call and not face to face.” you added before hanging up.

mingi would have over thought about that too if you didn’t send a heart emoji to him through text immediately after, causing a smile to appear on his face.

love will do crazy things to you. it’ll make you do things that you wouldn’t ever do normally, it makes you irrational and thoughtless.

but in cases like these, mingi was fine with that.

note. this one wasn’t my favorite, especially the ending. i really tried though, i just kind of gave up on it because mingi’s wasn’t going the way i planned, but i hope you guys enjoyed it nonetheless !

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[soft-mafia]

Troubled Girl [Buggy x Reader]

[part 1]

warnings: oc insert series, fem reader, fem y/n, age gap, slow burn, violence and blood, oc x canon, HEAVY on the oc insert, if you hate stuff like that don’t interact, barely proof read

a/n: I decided to redo part 1 because the first one was hot shit😭I hope this turns out better now that I have the actual lore figured out. I worked really hard on this so I hope this gets some attention😭

Y/n didn’t know what she was looking at, the way the sea lined up with the horizon in the distance, the way the waves crashed against the side of the ship. Or maybe she was listening to the call of the seagulls. She didn’t even know where she was, really, the sky was a bright pastel blue, the clouds were white and looked like cotton, the ocean below her was a saturated deep blue, it was so unusual. Where was she? Was she dead? When she awoke from her blackout her wounds were patched up, the stench of musk and alcohol greeted her as she rose, but everything seemed.. off.

It was a cramped room, a makeshift med ward but she was tended to with what seemed to be professionalism. The bandages around her arms had only a few faint dried bloodstains on them despite the severity of her injuries. Everything was so bright and saturated, even the light that poured in from the rounded windows.

Her brows furrowed, still trying to recollect what happened, or where she was. It was still clear in her memory, of course, she couldn’t forget what happened. However, in this moment she didn’t know if she should still be on guard or not. Y/n survived, and ran, but was this ship taking her back home? She figured the nuns or the apprentices found her and were transporting her back to Getica, but it couldn’t be that. The ship she was on was filthy and had circus print everywhere, a chipped pattern on the sides of the boat.

Y/n’s eyes were still heavy, she was tired and exhausted and hadn’t eaten since she’d been taken for judgement day.

Y/n froze and whipped her head back in alert when she heard the sound of footsteps creaking on the deck behind her, a tense feeling shot through her body, still in fight or flight.

“Hey! Finally, you’re awake! I didn’t think you’d make it through the night.” The man says, his face painted in makeup to match the circus print, two blue arches smeared almost symmetrically on each arch of his brow, cross bones mark his forehead and red was painted messily around his lips. He was tall with broad shoulders, a bit of a gut, but the main attraction to this man was a huge red growth on the center of his face. Y/n thought it was fake at first glance, but seeing now his nostrils blended so seamlessly into the growth and the gradient of red to a light tan immediately made her think otherwise. Despite the odd red nose, he wasn’t unattractive, in fact he was the handsomest man Y/n had ever seen in her life. His arms were crossed over his chest, there was thick arm hair over sun kissed skin, biceps bulging against his sleeves.

She opened her mouth to speak, sucking in a raspy breath. It had been forever since she actually spoke, the last few days the only thing coming from her mouth were screams and wails. Only now was she aware of the strain in her voice and the sting in her vocal cords. “Where am I?”

“You’re on my ship.” He answered, “Me and my crew were out looking for some treasure on this island but.. we found you bleeding out on the shoreline.” Y/n was still tense, not knowing if she should be threatened or not. “I was feeling generous, I think you owe me a ‘thank you’.” He was cocky, that’s for sure.

“W-Where are we going?” She didn’t mean to stutter, but the salty sea air wasn’t helping with the soreness in her dry throat, she felt so dehydrated in that moment, a bad taste in her mouth from it. Her disregard of his request for gratitude seemed to offend him, his brows furrowing and his grin turning into a slight scowl, “Are you even listening to me?! I saved your LIFE.” He spat, “I could’ve left you for dead!!” He clenched his fists, letting his hands rest at his sides now. “Do you have any water?” Y/n asked, continuing to disregard his words, and it seemed to make him more agitated. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” The man shouted, his voice was deep but shrill, there was a comedic charm to it though. Y/n didn’t feel threatened by him, if he really was a threat, her wounds wouldn’t have been tended to so precisely, she figured. “I just want some water.” She stated more clearly, “Or anything to drink.”

He grumbled something incomprehensible under his breath as he reached into the inner pocket of his coat and pulled out a flask, which he handed it to her. Upon drinking it, she choked it back and groaned, “What the hell is this?!” It was bitter, warm and unpleasant. It was an unfamiliar taste that she never wanted to have in her mouth again. “It’s liquor. What? You never had booze before?” The man scoffed, grinning and holding back a laugh at her reaction.

It’s not like Y/n never had a drink before, but she much preferred the overly sweetened beverages, the ones the boys would carry in six packs to the lake during the seasonal pardons. Y/n didn’t want to be rude, so she said nothing. “Thanks for saving me. I really appreciate it.” She finally thanked him, the man’s face softened into something serious, his gaze narrowing, “You look like hell, kid.” He muttered, noticing her tense stance, and shaky gaze that she could barely keep locked with his, “Wanna tell me what happened?”

“It’s.. a lot to explain.” Y/n looked down at the ground, crossing her arms tightly, feeling the soreness from her wounds, but it wasn’t unbearable. “Yeah no kidding. We almost thought about chopping your arms off all together.” The man chuckled dryly, before looking away with a grimace on his face, “No offense but damn, I wouldn’t wanna piss off whoever did that to you.”

“I didn’t piss anybody off.” She muttered, “Nobody did. It was nobodies fault we didn’t do anything!” She snapped, earning a confused grimace from the tall man.

Y/n looked back out at the sea, letting the wind blow through her hair. There was a minute of silence until the man decided to speak up again, “So.. uh, just tell me where you live and I’ll take you back home, your injuries should heal in a couple days.” His words struck a feeling of uneasiness in Y/n. She didn’t know if she was safe back home. Despite initially surviving her trap, she had been the only person who successfully escaped the judgement day hall without getting killed by an apprentice, to which she had killed 5 of them.

Besides, there was nothing left for her back home, considering everybody she knew had been killed. Y/n felt a chill run down her spine when the image of the blood vessels popping in her friend’s eyes right before his trap killed him, he didn’t free himself in time. That imagine alone would haunt her forever, it was so gut churning. “I don’t think I can go back.” She mumbled quietly, stuttering as she was unsure, but deep down despite her uncertainty she knew there was no way she could return home and survive. She kept her gaze to the sea below her.

She had already been kicked out of the orphanage after turning 18, she had been living with one of her teachers before apprentices killed her as well, so with no friends and her only living relative being as close to her as a stranger would be, she had nothing. As a survivor of judgement day she would’ve been recruited as an apprentice, Y/n didn’t think she could stomach putting people through the same pain and torture she experienced. On another hand, she could be imprisoned for escaping, her arms, legs and tongue could be carved off before being thrown in a cell, left to rot.

“Well.” The man looked over the railing with her, standing side by side, “I guess there’s always room on my crew for another. You’re already here so why not?”

“So I become a pirate?” Y/n couldn’t help but scoff quietly. The irony of it all, the entire point of judgement days was to make sure orphans wouldn’t grow up to become violent criminals, and immediately after Y/n’s escape she was being offered to become a pirate, a vocation that the dean described to be the worst of any crime. The dean’s hatred for pirates was a common joke around the school, but there was an eeriness to it. There was a rumor a few years back that a student was caught genuinely dreaming of running away and becoming a pirate, and that dream eventually made it around to the dean, so he had carved his tongue out before taking him away to the ward. There were theories about who the student was, but it wasn’t uncommon for people in Getica to go missing, and kids in the orphanage weren’t excluded from that, so whether if it was true or not, nobody would know.

“It’s not so bad. We’re always partying, eating, drinking. Hell, I spent the majority of my life out on sea drunk more than sober.” The man spoke up again. Yeah I can tell. Y/n looked him up and down, and as she thought about it more deeply, she was technically walking with a target on her back now, and if pirates were as cruel and scum as the dean had said, they could serve as good protection if him or any apprentices would find her out. “Ok. I’ll join.” She finally said, looking back up to meet his gaze, green watercolored eyes that she couldn’t help but get lost in, she didn’t think she had seen eyes that pretty before. They were soft in their earthy color, but they held a coldness to them.

Y/n found herself jostled suddenly, he roughly patted her on the back, reminding her of her injuries for a moment before she was pulled close to his body, “Fantastic!!! I’ve been looking for someone to swab the deck!”

The idea of that made her internally recoil, if what he said was accurate and the crew spent the majority of the time drinking, that would mean she would have to clean up the drunken throw up. She ground the back of her teeth. “Let me introduce you to the crew! They’re gonna love you.” He said as he was leading her back down to the lower deck, “Don’t be intimidated but.. you’re the only girl, but we treat each other here like family so you won’t have to worry about any creeps.”

He led her down into a cramped room, looking like a makeshift mess hall, a large crowd of men were eating, stuffing their faces with food. The scent coming from the kitchen was heavenly, the smell of fresh scrambled eggs, crisp bacon; which there was a heap of right in the middle of a table in the far side of the room. It perplexed her that pirates had better food than what was served at the orphanage; day old, sometimes molded bread tossed sloppily on trays. Most days there would only be enough food for 100 kids but that didn’t even make up half of the amount of kids. People would have to fight for food sometimes, leaving others severely injured or worse. There were no such things as ketchup, salt, or honey, Y/n didn’t even know what any of those things were. If you asked her if she knew what a condiment was, she would think you were talking about a book of some sorts.

“Where do you even get all of this food?” Y/n asked as she looked around at the room full of men gleefully stuffing their faces without a care in the world, “Hm? Well.. we make sure to stock up on food every few days, of course.” He replied, as if it was nothing, as if food was easily accessible to them at all times, which apparently it was. She took another look at the crew, they all looked as eccentric as their captain, some dressed in circus outfits, stripes and odd hats, someone rode a unicycle to a table while eating his breakfast. A man in the far corner caught her eye, he looked as if he was wearing fur garments, a fur hat and tunic, but as she continued looking at him she noticed that the fur was coming out of his skin.

The captain took an empty glass and a spoon from a nearby table and tapped them together, causing the room to fall silent, they all stared at the captain at first, but then all of their gazes fell upon her. She immediately felt a wave of anxiety rush over her, in the past having all eyes on her didn’t really bother her too much, but ever since she was called in for Judgement Day, she hated the attention. “Listen up men, this little lady just joined our crew, so let’s give her a big welcome and help her feel right at home!” Y/n wasn’t prepared for the amount of noise that would come after the captain’s introduction of her, she couldn’t help but cover her ears when a roar of cheers, hoots and hollers immediately bombarded her ears. They were an extremely enthusiastic bunch.

She felt a little bit out of place. She was now sat at a table, people were piling so much food on her table she didn’t even know what to do with all of it. They were all speaking to her at once, “You gotta try this!” “This goes really good with that!” “You need more syrup on that,” “No she doesn’t!” A fight started over whether or not maple syrup added or took away flavor from a meal. She didn’t even know what “maple syrup” even was.

The food on her plate looked so good, and the smell was enchanting. It actually looked too good to be food, she had never seen anything like it before. It was mesmerizing, the bread especially looked so golden and warm, glossed over with butter that gave it a shine, the sweet honey smell was intoxicating. Y/n didn’t even know it was bread at first, it looked so ethereal, this couldn’t be real food, right? All she had ever known was grey, bland and moldy. She couldn’t believe it. In Getica, they were taught that food was scarce and they had to save every last bite, that fresh food was impossible to obtain. People would kill each other for molded, rotted food, adults fighting with children for scraps and vice versa, but out on the sea, these pirates were just shoveling good, fresh meals down their throats every second without a care.

“Leave the poor girl alone and let her eat!” The captain came up behind her, his hands holding the back of her chair. In an instant, all of the men backed off, giving her some space. They finally stopped piling food onto her plate so she could further take in what she was seeing. “Eat up! You look like you’re starving, you deserve a good meal.” The man said again, patting her back, more gently this time than before. However, she just sat there, utterly awestruck at how unreal this food looked, “I.. I’m not that hungry.” She stated, though her mouth was watering. “What? Oh come on, don’t act like I can’t hear your stomach growling. Eat up, I insist!”

Y/n picked up a fork, it wasn’t wooden, it looked silver, with an elegant floral pattern at the base of it, it felt lightweight between her fingers. She started off with the bread, going to carve a piece off with the fork and matching knife, she expected it to have a hard exterior, but the knife cut through it like water; it was even more softer on the inside, the butter glazed on top gently dripped down into the center when she cut it. The intoxicating, honey-buttery smell grew stronger. She picked up the piece with her fork and held it to her lips, she could practically feel the butter against her skin from the light steam. It was the most flavorful thing she had ever tasted, it melted in her mouth. Even though it was only a small piece, the taste burst in her mouth and she couldn’t stop eating. She took another piece of bread, and then another.

Y/n ate until she was full, which was a new feeling. She didn’t even touch the other food, mostly because everything was so foreign and unfamiliar to her. “You know you can eat more than the bread, right?” The captain laughed. Y/n looked at him, wiping the excess butter from her lips with a napkin, “Oh, yeah. Sorry.” She mumbled, staring at him for a few more seconds, taking in the way he looked in the lantern lighting, “I never got your name.”

“Buggy. Captain Buggy.” He said. His name really did fit with his appearance, it was cute. Y/n looked back down at her plate and shoved the last piece of bread in her mouth, she didn’t even bother cutting it this time.

It was later in the evening, he had been training her all day for what she would be doing on the ship. She was basically in charge of cleaning everything, which included the mountains of plates left by his crew after every single meal and party. It wasn’t easy work. She felt stupid asking about the simplest of things, it was really all so foreign to her. Sometimes she didn’t even ask questions when she really should have, she felt dumb but she knew she wasn’t, right? What even was disinfectant spray? The sun was beginning to set though, and she would finally get some time to really think about what just happened, and what she had just gotten herself into. Y/n was still a walking target, and they were probably looking for her right now. The dean is probably covering up her escape right now, deleting footage from the Judgement Day feed to make it look like she died, while the apprentices were out behind the scenes in the hopes of making that a reality.

Most of the day didn’t even feel real to her honestly, she just joined a pirate crew and every event of the day was just glazing by her so quickly. Her thoughts were a jumble of mess and this creeping feeling of dread wouldn’t shake off of her back, like it was clinging there refusing to let go. There was a constant nagging feeling in the back of her mind, she wasn’t supposed to do this, she wasn’t supposed to be alive standing here. Y/n should be dead right now.

“Hey, listen Y/n.” Buggy stated, she had told him her name earlier in the day, he told her it was the prettiest name he had ever heard, he wouldn’t stop saying it. “I don’t.. really have a separate cabin for you. The crew has their own place where they all sleep but I would feel irresponsible putting you in there since y’know, a lady needs her privacy.” He scratched behind his neck. There was something so endearing about his voice, it was raspy, sometimes deep with the occasional crack, “For the time being I can set up a hammock in my quarters, just until we can find a space for you.”

Y/n gave him a half smile, scoffing lightheartedly, “You don’t have to give me any special treatment just because I’m a girl.” She could tell he felt genuinely embarrassed telling her all of that, but for some reason, she didn’t mind. Yes, she had met this man merely hours ago, but there was something so trustworthy about him, he was warm, friendly and funny. Buggy was relatively harmless, she then spoke up again, “But, if you really insist.. I wouldn’t mind.” She shrugged, her smile growing, to which she hid by turning her face away to look off to the side of the ship.

“Well I do insist! Trust me I know how my crew can get.. especially after a couple of drinks.” He rubbed the back of his neck, “I have responsibility as captain to make sure my new little recruit is comfortable!” He gave her a small pat on the head, his hand felt larger than she thought, it took up her entire scalp. She could feel the thick fabric of his gloves, white clown gloves that were unusual for a pirate to wear. She could see the dirt that had collected on the white from his years as a pirate, she hoped none of that gunk got into her hair.

Buggy’s room was awful, it was a mess. Y/n couldn’t stop her eyes from widening when she saw the sight. What the fuck happened? There were empty and half empty bottles of liquor scattered all over the floor, clothes tossed into piles, garbage littered everywhere. She couldn’t pinpoint what it smelled like, it wasn’t unbearably unpleasant, but extremely musky. Y/n looked over to a table in the far side of the room, right across from his bed to see an open bag of something, more food probably.

Y/n’s wide eyes didn’t go unnoticed by Buggy, which made him grimace slightly, “Uh. Sorry.” He mumbled, “I really should’ve cleaned this up, uh..” he stepped into his room, “Let me set up the hammoc-” before he finished, he tripped on a wayward bottle, letting out a gargled shriek before falling to the hard wood floor. His large body landed with a loud thud.

He rolled over, covering his face, “OW!! MY NOSE!!” He growled.

Y/n quickly rushed over and looked down at him, “Are you ok?!” She asked, kneeling down and putting a hand on his shoulder. Buggy slowly took his hand away from his face. Yeah, his nose is definitely real.

The man’s face was a bright red, he scrambled to sit up, his back now facing her. He was probably embarrassed again but Y/n couldn’t help but find his little slip kind of adorable, and that little shriek that he let out. He waved his hand before standing, boosting himself with a hand on his knee, “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine!” He grumbled, kicking the bottle that tripped him off to the side, to which it clunk against a pile of more empty bottles.

“I’ll help you put the hammock up.” Y/n stood up as well. She fidgeted with her fingers while watching Buggy dig through his rickety old closet. Y/n peeked her head from behind to take a look into it. Half of the clothes weren’t even hanging on the empty hangers, most of them were just crammed into one small pile in the corner of the closet. Lots of jackets, striped shirts, there were a couple of colorful button downs, a bright blue one with bright reddish floral looking patterns caught her eye.

Buggy certainly seemed to love color. She looked back up at him, the red grease paint on his lips had slightly faded which was expected since it was late in the day, but she could see more of his features now that it was smudged away. His stubble was unkempt but attractive, his skin was textured and had creases, probably from his life on the sea. Her eyes trailed, his jacket was off by now so she could see his biceps which flexed with every move he made. Y/n felt heat come to her ears, which made her quickly avert her gaze back to where Buggy was digging into his closet.

Although she noticed something strange, his gloves were gone, better yet his hands were completely missing. She did a double take before quickly grabbing his forearm, “What the hell happened to your hands?!” She exclaimed. Buggy looked down at her for a moment, confused, then a floating pair of gloved hands came flying out from the top shelf of the closet, hovering in the air which made her step back, nearly stumbling over the garbage on the floor.

Buggy was confused for a few more seconds before a look of realization came over his face, “Ohh.. I forgot, you have no idea.” He let out a deep chuckle, his hands casually attaching themselves back at his wrists. “No idea about what?” Y/n snapped, brows furrowed, a bit of an aggressive response, but she was on edge. “About my devil fruit powers.” He snickered, his hands popping off again, one of them floating over to her to pinch her cheek, making her shiver slightly before instinctively pulling away. “I can split apart my body at will, I can’t get cut by any blade, making me practically invincible.” He boasted as he popped his hands back onto his wrists again, rolling his right wrist as it attached with a hand on his bicep.

Y/n was still tense, staring at Buggy as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. She was left speechless as thoughts ran through her head. She always thought devil fruits were something made up to scare kids from venturing too far beyond the towns by themselves. She glanced up to meet Buggy’s gaze, he seemed to be amused at how off put she was. Her eyes flickered back to the top closet shelf, seeing the nets of the hammock in the far corner of it. She walked over, slipping past Buggy to grab it.

“Ah- that’s where it was.” The man croaked out, embarrassed that he had managed to miss it when it was literally right in front of his face.

It didn’t take too long for them to set up the hammock, Buggy threw a few spare pillows and blankets on it, “It’s not much, but it’ll do.” He put his hands on his hips. “Thanks.” Y/n mumbled, looking back up at him, but then looking back down at the hammock. She then nearly toppled over when Buggy gave her a firm pat on the back, “It’s no trouble at all, new girl.” He chuckled before patting her head again, this time ruffling her hair with his filthy gloves. She didn’t seemed to mind it this time, her lips pulling into a soft smile.

“So, I can sleep in this thing without falling out?” Y/n looked back up at him. Buggy shrugged, “I mean, you’re not supposed to fall out, it really just depends on how much you move during your sleep.” He put a hand on his chin as he looked away. Y/n’s gaze flickered over to his mattress that could barely even qualify as a bed, a rickety bed post with pillows tossed onto the floor, his blanket hanging for life off the side, “So you get to sleep in a big comfy bed while everyone else gets these?” She joked.

“Hey! Being a captain is hard work which requires good sleep!” The man barked, making her smile grow. Y/n looked back down at the hammock and adjusted the pillows, “I’m gonna get some sleep too.” She smiled up at Buggy.

Buggy nodded, about to turn away before he looked back down at her, “Oh- wait! Before you do that, the doc said you need to replace those bandages before going to bed.” He walked over to his bedside table and opened a drawer, pulling out a roll of gauze.

Y/n looked back down at the bandages which she had completely forgotten about, she saw the dried bloodstains from her wounds which made the hairs on the back of her neck stand. All of a sudden she was reminded of everything, and the fact that she was most likely being hunted down at this current moment. A pit of dread began to consume her, making her clench her teeth. She felt like she was doing something wrong, she really wasn’t supposed to be alive. Her trap was fully meant to kill her in that moment, she wasn’t supposed to escape.

Buggy sat on the edge of his bed and motioned her, the roll of gauze in his left hand, “Just- sit here. I’m not good at this but I’ll try.” He mumbled. Y/n stood there for a moment, looking down at her arms before turning towards Buggy and nodding softly.

She sat beside of him as he carefully unrolled the bandages on her arms. Y/n’s injuries weren’t healed at all yet, just dried. As Buggy slowly unwrapped the gauze from her right arm, her injuries were slowly revealed to her, making her hold her breath. Her heart raced in her chest, as she kept staring at the gashes mangling her arm, it infested her brain and made her feel a small stinging feeling in her wrists, her breath hitched. Buggy noticed this, glancing up at her for a moment before looking back down at her arms, moving to take off the gauze on her left, “It’s best not to look at them. It’s— really bad.” He said quietly, his voice gruff. Y/n looked at him and nodded, keeping her gaze focused on him, the way he was handling her arms so gently, she even noticed that he had taken off his gloves, the way they were folded on the nightstand. She looked back at him.

“Explosives.” She said, “I had.. bombs, stuck into my arms. I had to rip them out before they exploded.” She added, her voice getting quieter. This made Buggy pause, glancing back up at her, he was in the middle of wrapping up her right arm, he was speechless at first, his mouth hung open, “Oh.” Was what left his mouth first, “Well, that explains it.” His Adam’s Apple bobbed as he swallowed, he paused for a few more seconds, their eyes locked. There was a softness to his gaze as he looked at her, he then broke the contact before continuing to wrap her up.

It was quiet, Y/n looked back down once her arms were nearly wrapped up, she looked at his bare hands. His fingers were strong, slightly calloused yet moved meticulously.

“You’re safe now.” Buggy broke the silence, looking up at her as he slowly moved his hands away, finishing her left arm, “You’re gonna be ok.” He put a hand to her face, his palm was soft and warm, a wave of comfort washed over her, the sickening feeling of dread from a while ago seemed to disappear at his touch. Y/n’s gaze softened as it locked with his. She slowly reached up to touch his wrist gently, holding his hand to her face.

He gaze her cheek a gentle pat, putting his hands on his knees before standing, “You should.. get some sleep now.” Buggy said, not looking at her as he walked to take his shirt off. Y/n couldn’t help but stare at his toned back, she had a better few of his biceps from this angle.

She then nodded a few minutes late before standing and walking over to the hammock, giving Buggy’s body a few more glances when he wasn’t looking as she got comfortable under the thick, but comfortable blanket. Y/n was surprised at how soft it was, the fabric wasn’t thin, rough or itchy like the ones back home. It was comforting, like a warm hug.

Y/n sunk deeper into the blanket until her entire body was engulfed, curled up underneath the soft comforter. But she peeked out, watching Buggy as he threw his pillows and blankets back on the bed, adjusting it and straightening his sheets. He looked back at her, noticing how she was looking at him from under the blanket. They locked gazes again for a moment, Y/n caught a glimpse of his thick, fluffy chest hair.

“Goodnight.” He said before turning away, crawling into his bed and laying with his back facing her.

“Night.” She mumbled, fully burrowing into the blankets before shutting her eyes.

#one piece #buggy x reader #buggy imagines #buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #one piece buggy #buggy one piece #buggy x oc

[dutchdread]

From one of your answer: "Personally I think that while Cloud is totally unsure of who or what he is, that he is 100% aware that he deeply loves Tifa, even at the start of Remake."

I'd love to see you talk more about this. Do you think that, while he's aware that he loves her, does he remember that he's has been loving her ever since they were young?

Now I haven't played Rebirth (but I spoiled myself a lot). But from Remake and what I gather, I personally think he doesn't remember, or be aware of his feelings. However, I think that he's unconsciously and instinctively attracted to her as well as be protective of her, at least from the beginning of Remake. He can't exactly define his feeling, but he knows what he wants to do with her (getting jealous, being touchy-touchy, being protective). Then he grows to realize his feeling all over again over the course of the game, without even remember he has always been in love with her this whole time.

Also, as far as I know, Cloud isn't the type who ponders "what is this ache in my heart?". He's the man of action. He cares for Tifa and wants to do things for Tifa, regardless of whatever he feels for her is called a crush, infatuation, or love.

But that's my take. And I'd like to hear yours :D

I have to preface this by saying that this is 100% conjecture. My hope is that this is essentially exactly the question that we get answered in part 3, because it is something I really wonder about myself. Hell it might be the thing I am MOST curious to know. So when I give my thought on this, know that it I think it really is up in the air and could go either way, and it wouldn't surprise me at all if this is left up to interpretation. There are things that I think Cloud legitimately doesn't know. His confusion about Nibelheim for instance is 100% unfaked. But when Tifa asks him where he was these past 5 years and he responds with "you know I can't tell you that", what was that? Was that a straight up lie? I think it's clear he doesn't know where he was these past years. But does he know that he doesn't know where he was? And did he lie to hide that fact? If he simply had no recollections of the past 5 years but is otherwise mostly lucid then he could have simply answered "that's odd, I don't remember".

But he doesn't, either the Jenova cells are directly influencing him to lie or causing him to make up an excuse to change the subject. Regardless he's actively avoiding recognizing an issue that should be interesting to him "why don't I know where I was". But then in Gongaga we have Cloud admitting that he doesn't know stuff that he's supposed to know. That implies that it's not just Jenova forcing him to be unaware of the inconsistencies in his memory. He himself has been CHOOSING to hide some of them. The reason I bring this up is because there is something we have to ask ourselves. Is Cloud 100% genuinely trying to play out a personality that was not inherently his? Or does he only have a bunch of messed up memories, but is intentionally trying to play up that persona? Or something in the middle? I'd guess it's something in the middle, which explains a lot of the changes we see in his behavior based on who he is talking to. That means that when he says stuff like "Don't remember" when Yuffie asks him whether or not he used to be in love with Tifa. That could very easily be a bold faced lie. He could have all his messed up memories and still remember vividly why he wanted to be a soldier in the first place. Which is essentially what happens in the lifestream, HE tells Tifa why he did those things, HE knows when she does not, thereby proving those memories and those feelings could not have come from her. So it could easily be that Cloud, during remake and remake, not only realizes that he loves Tifa, but be aware that he was once a shy dorky kid who just wanted Tifa to notice him, and is still "internally screaming" anytime Tifa is near, but is desperate not to show that side of him to the outside world. Or it could of course be possible that he's completely blocked those embarrassing memories and feelings off even from himself and that his Soldier persona is completely genuine and that his fondness for Tifa in remake and Rebirth is just the result of that Love still simply being a part of him, even if he himself doesn't totally understand why. And that his real self only comes out during glimpses. We have quotes to corroborate this, but it's not that clear whether that means his true personality coming out means he's showing his real thoughts for once rather than acting, or that it means that his real personality literally takes over for a bit from his fake one. Again, I think the truth is in the middle. I especially wonder about this when Cloud sits down on the water tower next to Aerith. He very poignantly leaves Tifas house for last, and sits down looking at it directly. To me it feels like in that moment he is completely aware of why he did that, and is putting on a cool act when saying "sounds like something I'd do". I think that was one of the most telling scenes in the game, which on second playthrough post LS, will feel extremely telling. You will see him sitting there, and you'll know. "you mother fucker, you know EXACTLY that you did that and why, we know what you're thinking! XD" At the very least I feel like the scene was intentionally directed to strongly give off the impression that Cloud there is actively aware of what Tifa means to him, and is in that moment the same boy that would gaze at Tifa all those years back, putting up a cool guy act, but still with all his unspoken thoughts being about how this is all for her. Good question, I wish I had a better answer for you, but I think this one one of those times where speculating about the answer might be half the fun.

#ffvii #cloti #ffvii rebirth #ffvii remake #tifa lockhart #ff7 #cloud strife #shipping

[renhaswritersblock]

Hey! Can you please do the NSFW alphabet with Corey Cunningham? Thanks!

A/N: Hi @fat-bottom-demon ! Apologies. I assumed you would scroll down to see the NSFW alphabet and see the note I left saying the limit of the alphabet is three letters. It can be random or in order. I’ll do the first three (A, B, and C) for you!

SPOILERS TO ANYONE WHO HAS NOT SEEN HALLOWEEN ENDS!

Bear with me here, folks. I only know bits and pieces about Corey from what I can recollect from watching the movie. Wasn’t expecting to feel for this deranged meow meow when I first saw him. I thought he was gonna die in the first part. But he seems sweet. xD

This takes place after he meets Michael.

WARNING: The usual NSFW stuff, angst, fluff (maybe?), implied bullying/abuse, semen...stuff (not really-ish).

Anyhoo, happy readings!

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A = Aftercare

After climaxing, Corey leans his forehead against yours, catching his breath, both your hands intertwined. Once he calms down from his high, he lowers his head to your neck, shuffling himself into a position where he’s spooning you. His arm coiled around your waist as his face still buried against your neck.

Something’s wrong. 

You knew something was wrong the minute you opened the door to meet Corey’s dark puppy eyes and his chapped lips crashing into yours. Pushing you further into the house as he harshly slams the door shut behind him. Even during sex, you noticed his eyes shut tight, not daring to look, and only focused on stretching you out. His thrusts were so rough. Not that it hurts or you hate it – God, it always makes you see stars when he fucks you like that– it’s just...he usually behaves like this whenever he’s having a bad day. And it must’ve been a really bad one too, since Corey didn’t do the goofy little smile he always does afterward. You leer blankly at nothing, feeling cum drip out of you. He isn’t the best at cleaning up after himself – actually he never does. When his arm around you is no longer tense, you place a hand on it, slowly raising it to get out of his grasp and turn to face him. You first notice his shoulders tense up slightly, the various patches of faded bruises on his chest from the beatings he gets from those asshole teens or people around Haddonfield, his breathing was shallow as if he wasn’t breathing at all, and, finally, his eyes. There was something odd about the way he looked, making your blood run cold. Corey wasn’t gazing at you with his brown eyes but more like staring into you. Or maybe at his reflection – at the monster, everyone distastes besides you and the town's survival girls. You asked what was wrong, resting your hand on his face, but didn’t get a response from him. You could've asked about today and how it was, but it was clear you knew the answer, so the only thing you murmured was I missed you today. Earning a long, tired sigh to escape his mouth, muttering, “I miss you too,” before placing his hand on yours, leaning into your touch. You smile softly, moving closer to plant a kiss on his forehead and pull him into a loving embrace. You quickly fall asleep while Corey stays wide awake, staring at the window and sensing someone’s outside, standing – watching – waiting.

B = Bodypart

Corey likes to bury his face anywhere – your neck, your chest, between your leg– cause he knows those are some of the places where you are most sensitive, and Corey does love to leave some marks behind. He also likes the feeling of your arms holding onto him while your making out or holding onto dear life as he pounds into you; you clawing his back and leaving scratch marks arouses him.

C = Cum (Oh boi, cum xD)

Not much to say about this. Corey can cum a decent amount of load; howeverrr, it varies what he does with it. If Corey was his sweet four-eyed self, he would be precumming his pants at the sight of you and being a nervous wreck, blushing whenever you look his way – even though you’re his partner. He would use a condom and let you know when he’s cumming, disposing of the rubber afterward, and that’s the end of it. 

BUT, if he was his bad-boy self, he’ll get a bit risky not putting a condom on, wanting to feel you raw and squeeze around his dick so good, grunting out praises as he quickens his pace. Once his thrusts become frantic, he pulls out and jerks himself off until he releases his load on you.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed reading this cheesy writing, let me know what you think! Don't hesitate to ask me anything! Hope you all have a good day!

#corey cunningham #halloween ends #corey cunningham x reader

[george228732]

Fylass Through the Looking Glass - Chapter Eight - Days of Recollection (TW: IMPLIED MENTAL ISSUES AND DRINKING)

Fylass did the chores around the home as they waited for the time to come, and surprisingly, they didn’t have much to do, this time around, since the rest seemingly took care of almost everything when the kid was absent at Buddy’s Castle. Fylass was somewhat relieved about that, but also pretty guilty, since they thought that there was no need for them to be this kind, over a thing that they could’ve done easily.

The afternoon was cold and windy, as the kid realized the nearby trees’ leaves are starting to become red, but it was autumn after all, so it wasn’t too much of a worry, however, Fylass was worried about their flowers, and so, they tried to place many of them in the house, with that little hope that they would get to survive the harsh season for them if they were indoors.

"At least the Red Spider lilies will survive…"

With everything now set in place, they looked at the window to see their surroundings, before looking at the silent, ticking clock, which was stuck at 11:59, due to its battery running out, but they could figure out that it would be the perfect time to get going already.

They went to their bedroom, and took out a coat and gloves, to bear the cold climate coming down, and was about to leave the house, until they looked at the couch, looking at the red scarf that Buddy gave them, and decided to wear it as well, as it was comfy to wear too.

When everything was settled, they used their keys to get out of the house, and walked down the cold, windy path.

Beforehand, they called the rest to go shopping in a recreation of the Alivel Mall in a town quite close to Vegetable Valley, and considering that the kid lived in Cookie Country, the path wasn’t too far away, gladly.

Now, the path had Waddle Dees, Poppy Bros Jrs., Bronto Burts, etc, all prepared for autumn, with the softest clothes they could find at the moment, and even though it was cold, the feeling of people around, just helping their families and stuff, made the whole area feel warm to everyone, although Fylass, was quickly enough centered around something else, being Celesta sitting on the distance, right in front of a nearby lake, who seemed troubled about something.

Fylass couldn’t help but ponder what was happening to her, and quickly deviated down their way to check on the pseudopuff.

"...Hey, are you feeling alright?" Fylass asked to her with concern, but trying to be as subtle as possible. 

"Oh, hello Fylass. Y-Yes, I am doing alright, or at least I am supposed to. How about you?" Fylass was confused by that statement, and decided to ask further about it.

"I am alright, I think… What do you mean about "You are supposed to"?" 

"I feel really bad these days, not in a physical sense, but… it’s complicated, so I decided to go to a doctor to see what is happening, and they just told me that I needed some rest, so I am trying to ignore it as best as I can. I also hope that you are okay, or get better."

"Oh, dear… I hope it passes soon, but I want to ask, what are you feeling exactly?"

"To be honest, I don’t know exactly, but it isn’t good, but if you want a more specific answer, well, I get some odd fever dreams, where I am a gray jay in a weird world full of colors, and the last dream I had, was being chased down by Dolly, which had a queen outfit with a heart pendant… I am surprised I remember that much of it. Afterwards, I feel bad, and the feeling doesn’t go away."

"...What? I… I dreamed about something similar…" Fylass got a sense of uneasiness when they heard that. Could it be that Celesta dreamed about Wonderland too? How? When? Could it even be the same place, or was it just a big coincidence? "Since when have you been having those dreams?"

"...Ever since you woke up from that coma, I think."

"...Huh…" This only confused Fylass even further, but at this point, it was better to think that it was just a big coincidence, instead that she somehow was able to enter Fylass’ dreams. It was a more logical conclusion anyways.

"I’ll try to check on you a little bit later, since I am busy at the moment, but I’ll promise that."

"Don’t worry about me, I can deal with this." Celesta affirmed, but Fylass still wanted to help if possible, so they promised themself that they would try and visit Celesta if she still was in the same place when they came back.

"I am sorry, I got to go. See you a little later." Fylass said, as they parted ways with Celesta, to go to their destination.

After a little, they got to Vegetable Valley, filled with trees losing their green color, starting to become orange; autumn is pretty beautiful, but it was not time to focus on that specifically, for Fylass had work to do, right at the Revamped Alivel Mall in Waddle Town, a town that had been founded some months ago.

It resembled a plaza more than anything, with a fountain right at the center, houses resembling Kirby’s house were around too, although some were more stylized than others; orange leaves were all across the ground, being raked by Waddle Dees to play with them afterwards. Fylass looked at them, which were waving them back, which was a nice feeling overall, and after some more paths taken into the town, the kid got to the mall.

It looked like the exact same Alivel Mall, Fylass had heard from Elfilin, since both were sorta friends when the kid got to Popstar the first time, but the mall itself looked more stylized to fit the aesthetic of this star shaped planet, but it was just as welcoming. Susie and her company surely had their fun when designing it, to the point that it doesn’t even need any energy that isn’t renewable.

Fylass entered the mall, using the automatic doors, letting the cold breeze from outside behind, being replaced by a fresh breeze of the AC, and the lovely sound of steps and small talk from other Popstar folk around. They started to make their way towards one of the stores in it, being the groceries one.

The kid already had experience on this, so it wasn’t that bad, only using their ESP to move them on a shopping cart and that was it, take them to the cash register, pay, and leave; they had more than enough money to do this, but the one in charge of the register was quite appalled to see a little kid buying things on their own like if they were an adult like any other.

They quickly left the store to ponder on what they should do next, and decided to go to a nearby cake shop from within the mall, just to see what they could be serving at the moment, maybe even buy something, and also because they were sure that at least one of their siblings would be there.

The kid quickly turned a corner and walked through another hallway, and sure enough, they got to the cake shop, with some familiar faces being there at the scene. Fylass could see perfectly how Selene, Wisp and Dolly were buying some cupcakes and what seemed to be cheesecake. They couldn’t help but laugh and say hi.

"Hi, there!" Fylass spoke up as Dolly, Wisp and Selene quickly turned their backs, surprised to see them here already, but they quickly approached them to say hi as well.

"Hello there, Fylass! I thought you were going to appear in like an hour or so, but it’s really nice to see you here!" Selene said, still with a cupcake in hand. Good thing she didn’t leave the store by accident if Fylass stood a bit farther away. Dolly followed and hugged the chimera, as Wisp waved at them timidly.

"Hey, you should really take a bite out of this, it’s so good, I tell you! Let me pay it." Selene quickly got to the counter, and paid for her recently bought pastries, giving Fylass one of them. "Here!"

Fylass took a bite out of instinct, and yes, it tasted amazingly for sure, with Fylass’ ultramarine eyes having that distinctive glow of joy.

"Wow, it really tastes awesome! Where did you get the money, though?" 

"O-Oh, uh, Meta Knight gave some to me, and I decided to spend it here, ehehe…" Selene was quite uncomfortable when answering that question, for reasons she doesn’t really understand, but deep down, the reason was there.

"Oh, that’s… nice…! Eh… Say, did the rest come here too, or just you three?"

"Dolly came with Selene, TK, Dero and Ades, so she assumes the rest shouldn’t be so far away!"

"Alright, then! Let me buy some pastries, and we’ll go look for them." Fylass did as such, seemingly still having enough money to at least buy a little box of their favorite sweets, and when everything was settled here, Fylass, and the rest decided to keep going towards other stores, to explore and to find any other person that Fylass knew with certainty.

Left and right, they explored, but they wouldn’t expect to see Ades and Dero hanging out at a bar right at one of the stories, but to be completely honest, everyone knew they were there, specially Dero, and the only reason they didn’t come here just yet, was because it would be weird to see kids of their age going into a bar.

"Uh, hey there!" Selene said to them, with the little hope that they were sober enough to even pay attention to what she was saying; surprisingly enough, though, Ades seemingly hadn’t been drinking anything in there; with Dero, it was another case entirely, but no one was surprised.

"Oh, hey there, kids." Ades said with that calm tone Fylass knew him by hand, although he seemed… worried? Or at least, more worried than usual, and the kid couldn’t help but wonder why that was the case.

"Doing alright?" 

"I think so, I barely even drank this time around, so at least I am sober enough to hear this, haha…" Ades chuckled weakly, as he looked towards Dero. "Dero, though… Uh…" Dero was clearly not in this world anymore, barely being able to look around before he got a headache, or said something incoherent.

"Oh, Dero! Could you go towards Dolly for a little? Mother is surely waiting for you at the clothing store!" Upon Dero hearing that, he quickly scurried off to get to the store, and even if he wasn’t totally aware of the surroundings around him, he still managed to get there flawlessly. Fylass, deep down, knew that woman was no good, and had hopes that there would be a version of her that truly loved him.

"...Wow, good thing I paid for the drinks." Ades said. "Well, I am leaving. Would you guys go to the Food Aisle, though? I am pretty sure that Twilight is waiting for us there, for quite a while at this point."

"The Food Aisle…? I could get something there if I have enough money." Ades only just realized the bags Fylass was carrying on their arms, seemingly not being of any weight, thanks to their ESP nullifying that weight quite successfully. He was quite impressed to see this, but also, somewhat sad.

"Alright then; don’t worry about the money, though, I’ll pay for you."

Fylass stood silent, as they quickly shook their head in negation. "It’s alright! I can pay for my food, don’t worry."

Ades knew that trying to convince them to let him pay for their food would be futile, and probably leading to worse problems, so, he left it like that, with a defeated sigh. "Alright, then."

Selene, Dolly and Wisp were quite a bit saddened too, but did their best efforts to hide it the best they could; it wasn’t that successful, but Fylass just pretended that they weren’t feeling sad, just to not ruin the moment they had with this kid’s presence. 

Everyone left towards the food aisle, which was in the story right below them, and after turning even more hallways, they finally got to their destination; the room was quite emptier than the other hallways beforehand, and even if they were still quite some people, Fylass couldn’t help but to feel quite anxious.

"Hiyo, guys!" A voice was heard from within the aisle, being TK’s, which was already on his seat, among other seats across a table, making it perfect for the others to sit down without issue.

"Hey there, Twi..:!" Fylass said, as they left the bags right next to their seat. "How are you doing?"

"After the last time I saw you back at your house, I still feel dandy as day! What about you?"

"Well… the same, really." TK couldn’t really tell if that was a good or a bad thing, but the feeling of something incomplete was there.

"Hey, excuse me for a second, I am going to order something." Fylass stood up, and the others did the same, seemingly with the same intentions as them, all of them ordering their food, and quickly sitting down on their table, being reserved by TK.

"Soooooo…" Twilight decided to start a conversation. "I heard that Archie is coming tomorrow to Popstar, again! Is that right, Fy?"

"Oh, yeah. Archie told me through the phone that he would come back tomorrow, and I am honestly excited to see them again."

"I am glad you are excited! You deserve that." Selene said as Wisp nodded. Fylass could tell their intentions with that statement, but decided to ignore them in favor of just spending a nice afternoon. They looked at the ones sitting right next to them, seemingly quite happy, but they saw at Ades, which seemed uncomfortable, trying to hold something back. Fylass, however, thought it was something personal, and decided to ignore it as well.

Some small talk was heard here and there, but they quickly got interrupted by the sight of a Poppy Bros Jr. bringing their food to them, and it couldn’t look more delicious.

"Here it is! Hope you enjoy!" 

Fylass had ordered a burger, and the others also ordered something along those lines, but unlike the rest, the penguin decided to pay right away, with barely enough money at this point, after spending it on their necessities; the kid had to resort to look at the deepest part of their pockets, only to bring out a single coin, that miraculously, was enough for them to pay their food.

"Well, there goes all my money." They chuckled weakly after that statement.

"...I am sorry to ask, but… when do you think you can get your money back?"

"Oh, well… it depends on how many people will go buy my dying crops in autumn, heehee… To be honest, I don’t think I’ll get enough money for myself for these months, so I guess I won’t get that much food these days, but hey, I’ll fight through."

"..." Everyone was silent, as Fylass just realized what they’ve just said, and quickly tried to soften the blow.

"I-It’s alright, though! It’s not the first time this has happened, and I am still okay! T-T-There’s no need for you to be worried…"

"...Fylass…" Ades said as a tear started to drop down his face. "Can I ask you one thing?"

"...Y-Yes?"

"Please, forgive me."

The kid only realized now that Ades, the one that seemed the most calm out of the group, was crying.

"H-Hey, are you okay?!" Selene said with concern.

"I am sorry, it’s just that… life is so unfair! Why do people like you suffer this much?! No matter what, you don’t deserve to have this life! You really don’t!" He said, trying his best to not stutter mid sentence. "From what I know now, you barely even eat, and have to act like an adult because you have no one else to take care of you! It’s just cruel! Why do people like you and her have to suffer until you can’t bear it anymore, meanwhile people who don’t deserve it, have their lives already settled with riches and happiness?!" 

"..." Fylass had their head down, not only wondering who is this "Her" Ades had just mentioned, but their mind was boggled with guilt as well. Ades on the other hand, had also just realized what they’ve just done saying, and quickly doubled down. 

"P-Please, forgive me for not being able to catch on this late. I promise that I-"

"ENOUGH." Fylass’ yell echoed across the entire room, before quickly starting to gather tears in their eyes. 

"There’s no need to be sorry, so WHY are you feeling sorry for someone like ME?! I don’t deserve it! I deserve the life I got! I DO! It’s barely a miracle that I can be so selfish as to want your company, when I clearly deserve everything but that! I clearly do, ever since the day I told you about how I really feel, you guys have been nothing but kind, and that makes me SAD! I wanted things to be the same as before, but that’s clearly not going to happen…" 

The rest want silent, as Fylass started to sob, and did their best to leave as soon as possible, running towards the closest exit, although they could catch a glimpse of Lucid and Buddy being there too, quite surprised to see the kid in tears, but when they noticed them, they ran even faster than before, and soon enough, they left the mall to get home.

"Kid…?" Lucid was about to follow them, before he realized Selene, Dolly, TK, Wisp and Ades running towards them, before quickly stopping.

"W-What happened?!" Lucid followed his questions towards the group standing in front of him.

"Fylass left. We just wanted to give them a nice afternoon, but we failed…" Ades was feeling so guilty, seeing how he ruined a day that deep down, was supposed to be for their happiness. He had promised in his head that he would try to treat Fylass the same as the kid he remembered seeing, but those emotions quickly overwhelmed him, and now, the kid was gone.

Back at Fylass’ house, they quickly took off their coat and gloves, and went towards their room in affliction, trying to cry as little as they could to see if that could make them feel better, but to no avail. They placed the scarf Buddy gave them on their drawer, realizing that the box containing the brooch to Wonderland was right there; was it even there before?

By pure instinct, the kid placed it on their sweater once again, and tried to sleep as fast as they could, just to see if Wonderland could make them happy, like before. They had things to do back there, anyways.

"...P-Please, let this be a bad dream… Void, why?"

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@lostsoulau-ask

@loaflovesdoodling

@monsterhatdoodles

@moon-mage

@ilikesillythingswooo

@that-fanperson-meg

@den-of-the-blue-dragon

#fylass through the looking glass #fylass in wonderland #not tagging the rest

[boxedtoast]

Tell him or tell him not

(Prisjake)

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I don’t have an account on any fanfiction site but I can post here. 

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I don’t really write or post fanfiction but felt like making one recently. Normally I keep this stuff to myself cuz I’m a bit shy about it, but felt like posting it this time. I normally don’t write this stuff so sorry if it’s a little odd. Ummm enjoy???

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Prismo slipped through the magenta halls and into a room, sliding his way up the stairs and onto a wall.

He looked down at the sleeping old man below him.

His eye narrowed before snapping his fingers. The man quickly reverting back to his original form: a familiar yellow dog.

Prismo stared at the sleeping dog, more pleased now. He watched as the dog snuggled into the bed, wrapped in a soft blanket. His breathing steady, and snores soft and subtle. 

The sight gave both comfort and pain. 

It was nice to see his beloved friend again. Just lying before him. Happy, safe, and… alive.. but could never awaken from his slumber as a sacrifice to bring Prismo back to life.

He leaned over and gave a small, wobbled, smile. But the smile would not hold for long.

“ You’d think seeing you here would make me feel just the slightest bit better, but it seems to only bring back feelings of sadness and regret.” He said, moving his gaze away from the bed. “ Even if you are, technically, still here, you’ll never go on adventures like you used to. Joke like you used to. Run. Laugh. Have fun.” 

He stopped himself before letting out a sigh.

“ You were always such a joy to have around, y’know. Just a light that everyone was drawn to like a moth.” He chuckled, “ No wonder I fell so hard for you-“

He quickly interrupted himself, a wave of embarrassment following.

He stood there for a moment. Expecting a response of sorts- wait. Why was he waiting for a response? He’s asleep.

Wait a minute.

He’s asleep. 

He could just let his heart out and not have to face the awkwardness of rejection! It wasn’t like he could hear anything he was saying, right? It was a chance to get everything off his chest.

     There was so much to say. 

          So much he WANTED to say.

But would it be worth saying now, despite knowing that it would fall on deaf ears? Would saying it only bring him back more pain?

…whatever. It’s not like he wasn’t hurting anyway.

He looked back at the yellow dog, determined. “ Jake,” he started, “ There are so many things that I wanted to tell you. So many things that I should’ve told you.”

“ I wanted to tell you all this for so long, but I was too much of a coward to ever say anything.” His face warmed, his stance slightly shaken. 

“ I… I wanted to tell you that I cared about you.. a lot. Probably more than I should have. You were just another mortal coming to my time room for a wish- well. Not really. You were more there to stop the Li- ugh! Whatever.” He recollected himself, “ The point is.. I normally wouldn’t have gotten that close with a visitor, but you were a special case.” 

“ You were like a beam of fun energy. Someone I could never get sick of. Someone I just wanted to be around at all times.” He explained.

“ I was always chatting with you.

 Laughing with you.

Smiling with you.

You were my favorite person in the entire multiverse. All I ever wanted was to spend time with you.

You made me feel like a friend. A person. Not just some powerful being in the center of time with the power to grant any wish and universe.

You weren’t here for my power.

You were here for me. And only me.”

Prismo stared at him lovingly. This was it. He was going to say it. “ Jake, I-“ he paused.

He felt sick. Embarrassed. He wanted to stop, but he had to say it. 

“ Jake, I-“

Did he really need to? It wasn’t like he was in a rush. Maybe he can save it for another da- no. He has to. It’s either now or never.

He took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and began to speak, “ Jake, I… I appreciate you for everything. I’m grateful for every moment we ever shared together. I’m happy that I was ever able to meet a person like you who made me feel so special. Jake…..I love you.”

He finally said it. 

A wave of relief flowed through his body as the giant weight was lifted from his chest.

“ I’ve loved you for so long, but I could never gain the courage to ever tell you. I didn’t want to ruin anything. I knew about the possibilities that would come if I did, so I never took that chance. But I felt like you deserved to know. Whether or not you ever felt the same, I just needed to say it. I love you, Jake. I love you so much.”

Silence.

“ I love you, Jake.”

Silence. 

He was getting desperate.

“ Jake, I love you.”

Nothing. Not a single sound came from the dog.

His emotions began to stir. Why was he getting so worked up about this?

He didn’t want a response. So why did he want one so bad?

“ Jake, can you hear me? I said I love you!”

His eyes began to sting. The silence was killing him.

“ Jake, I love you!” He yelled.

“ I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you!” He repeated, “ Please, can you just say something? Anything? ..Just one word?”

Nothing.

Prismo collapsed, and so did the tears he was holding back.

His face flushed as loud wails filled every crevice of the room. Hot tears pooling in his eyes and rolling down his cheeks.

He shouldn’t have said anything.

• Part two

#adventure time #fionna and cake #prismo #prismo the wishmaster #prisjake #adventure time fanfic #Fionna and cake fanfic #adventure time fic #fionna and cake fic #adventure time Fionna and cake

[thevindicativevordan]

why doesn’t Supergirl have an ongoing series rn? from my recollection, every modern Supergirl series has gone on to have a considerably decent run so what’re they waiting on? for that matter, it seems like Kara has been getting sidelined for a while now, only really getting to shine in stuff like King’s mini. in any case, i like your idea of upgrading Kara to Superwoman and possibly making Otho the new Supergirl again, but who knows if that would last

I don't know. Odd that Power Girl has a book and Supergirl does not. I thought the Supergirl Special would be setting her up to have a book, but that didn't come to pass. Surely with her movie on the way and the Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow being the only DC trade besides Batman to be in the top 10 for 2023, DC is working on putting together a book for her. She's probably in Legacy too, there's gotta be something coming out for her in 2025 at the absolute latest. I look at DC's current lineup and frankly am utterly baffled at what they're choosing to put out in some cases.

#dc comics #supergirl

[ghostypetrainer]

A fusion of two AUs: when Ingo dies in Hisui, he’s reincarnated as the Zorua who ends up possessing Ingo in that AU.

Maybe he has a somewhat better relationship with their parents than in the regular possession AU. He can’t hide the physical traits like his markings or nails, but his instincts are kind being pulled in two directions between his slowly remembered past life and his new existence. That means he subconsciously knows how to act human right out the gate.

Since he isn’t as worried about Emmet rejecting him, he tells Emmet fairly early. Ingo doesn’t think he might be seen as a ghost puppeting Ingo’s brain dead body, since he’s always seen himself as just Ingo. Sure, his mind can now pop out of his body as a white and red Zorua, but he’s never felt like he might be an imposter.

It’s only when he gets a bit older that he starts really remembering his old life (instead of going off of gut feelings and vague recollections as he had previously). This he does keep secret, since why he doesn’t want to distress his loved ones with the knowledge he’d been sent back in time as an amnesiac and murdered in a past life (and have to explain that he was still Ingo in that life, just without the Zorua/Zoroark thing). Speaking of that, he remembers who killed him, so when Volo tries to pull his shit, Ingo is ready.

Ingo isn’t exposed, but he still falls into Hisui when the twins chase after Volo. Alternatively, both of them fall into… Pasio (and are very confused and concerned with how many different versions of them they find)

As best as Ingo can guess, he somehow not only reincarnated as a Zorua, but also ended up in the past of another dimension? The fact that he ended up possessing his own human body again is wild, what are the odds. I think he has a bit of a complex about it- he's technically Ingo, but maybe not the Ingo that's supposed to be here? But is it really worth stressing himself over?

I think Emmet kind of just rolls with the fact that his brother is actually a Zorua. He's still Ingo! Still the same person he's known ever since they were babes in a cradle. Plus, it doesn't hurt with his relationship with his parents that Ingo never bits Emmet when they're babies in this one, lmao. They still think he's weird and off-putting, but they don't go to quite the extremes they do in the normal zoroark possession AU.

And yeah... he probably does keep the Hisui stuff to himself. After all, this clearly isn't the reality he came from (and he can only hope that his Emmet was able to find some closure), so how does he even know it's going to happen? But then he spots Volo in the crowd at Gear Station, and without thinking it through, chases after him. Emmet catches up with him just in time to get yeeted to Hisui with him!

...and now Emmet gets to have amnesia. Well. That's an unforeseen development.

#asks #zoroark possession au #ingo: ...should I tell him I'm a zoroark all over again or...? #(ingo seeing the fear everyone possess re: the zoroark: ...maybe I'll just wait and see how this plays out)

[baneofolympus]

Was scrolling through Percy Jackson stuff and people are saying Luke was a pedo for "liking" Annabeth. I'm ace so don't always pick stuff up, but I never remember Luke having romantic feelings for Annabeth? She had a crush on him, I know but I saw his feelings toward her as an older brother, who was responsible for her but to "make a better world" had to be mean and then got caught up in his own nonsense...

Also the Frazel debate, I thought they were adorable but many have a problem again with an age difference?

*not related at all, any opnion on perjasico? (i like the canon ships but this one loves to pop up and go "love me!" ^_^')

Thank you for your message!

I absolutely agree with you about Luke and Annabeth. A lot of people (including Annabeth herself) did interpret Luke's final conversation with her as having romantic implications. To each their own I guess, but personally, I heavily reject that notion and the thought would never have even crossed my mind if it hadn't been put there by other people's Tumblr posts. I have previously answered an ask about it here if anyone wants to read more.

About Frazel, I am torn on that topic. Frank wasn't the most mature kid, so if he relates to a 13-year-old then I guess that's not super odd but my recollection of being 16 is that 13-year-olds felt like toddlers. Rick, however, isn't great at distinguishing ages in his writing, the 17- and 18-year-olds talk and have the same level of reflection and maturity in their inner monologue as the 12- and 13-year-olds. This is probably the reason why we as readers don't react more strongly to the age difference. I believe that the only reason Hazel is made to be so young is so that she can be a little sister to Nico, as a character growth arc to mirror Bianca's role to him. If not for that, I'm almost convinced she would have been 16 as well. I do find them sweet, but if I personally were to write them, I wouldn't have introduced the romance until they were both a bit older. Not only for the age difference reasons but also because I think Hazel needs some time to heal her trauma independently.

As for perjasico, I haven't heard of it until now to be honest so I can't really give a good opinion. It's the type of ship I think I'd enjoy headcanons about but not really actively ship.

#asks #roseunspindle #pjo #hoo #frazel #luke castellan

[femmesandhoney]

I think it’s completely normal that Americans want to know their heritage. America is such a young country and most people there know their ancestors were only in the country for 200-300 years maybe.

It’s a successful example of a country built on multi culture. People see themselves as Americans first, a unifying factor that was needed when the large immigration took place. Traditionally countries are built around people in the same area having a shared language, culture, history and often ethnicity. But America is built upon that common factor of everyone identifying as Americans, despite being of different cultures and heritage, with the different cultures in the background. When people of different background come together and they don’t manage to find a common ground to put before their separate cultures, that has been the source of many conflicts.

I’m aware this describes mainly ”white America”. When it comes to European immigrants’ coexistance with native Americans or the full inclusion of African Americans, it is not quite the same success story.

idk how to reply to this aptly, but i agree creating a hardened sense of american identity was very vital for america to even succeed as long as it did. from my recollection, prior to the civil war people did not really call themselves americans or feel that sense of connectedness to the states as some overarching power they connected with. one of the first usages of "the united states of america" was in a speech by lincoln instead of "these united states" etc. so you're not wrong that american identity has been heavily geared to national identity in an effort to unite a vast group of people.

this also involved creating a lot of unique traditions from the ones our ancestors had and "americanizing them" in many ways. non-americans would find it difficult to relate or understand (blank)-american culture and how its reflected in modern american cultural spaces everywhere. they just think because its "americanized" and unique to us now that its "boring" or us trying to like "steal" back stuff we already have? idk its so odd. they have a weirdly uptight view of their own cultures as purer and if any american so much as says their family immigrated from their country and they're curious about the country its a travesty 😭? like? calm down no american who's family has been here for a long time thinks we are actually like citizens of their country or just the same. linguistic difs too in how we often just shorten our heritage to things like "german, irish, polish, italian, etc" as a means to say (culture)-american, which means something specific to americans. like stop whining about how we refer to our own cultural backgrounds without understanding it its tiring.

#this mostly applies to european descendants as u said anon very true #i cannot speak as much for black americans but I think theres still common experiences in how we refer to our cultural backgrounds

[zenki-soukokq]

hi! i hope you doing great! <3

can I have romantic male matchup please? i’m a girl, aries, enfp, my pronouns are she/her. i could be really shy sometimes due to my bad anxiety, but mostly i’m very sweet and bubbly person, i deeply care about my friends, and i’m super affectionate with people who i love. also, my love language is physical touch!!! i’m also very sensitive and emotional person, but i’m fully open with my feelings only with close people in my life. my height is 5’5, i have a petite figure, have some boob, long brown hair and green eyes, i would describe my style as a hyperfeminine, but i also love to dress cozy! i’m polyglot and i speak 6 languages, and i’m studying linguistics in uni. my other passions are makeup, cinematography and music ofc! i’m obsessed with rabbits and bunnies and all the bunny-themed items! i love cute things, such as clothes, accessories, makeup, stuffies and etc. my ideal partner is someone tall and protective, who would take care of me and be attentive to me and my feelings! and also someone who would cuddle me a lot <3

hope it’s okay! sorry for my grammar, english isn’t my first language. i hope you have a nice day <3

(Hello, I noticed that in your ask you didn't include the fandom. Because of this, I had to guess that you wanted Genshin. Sorry if this wasn't what you wanted!)

You have been matched up with...Thoma!

"The housekeeper of the Yashiro Commission's Kamisato Clan, and a well-known "fixer" in Inazuma. Friendly and approachable, Thoma fits in with the crowd easily wherever he is. At first glance, he seems to be a very easygoing person, but he is in fact very responsible. He has an extraordinarily serious side, be it in his work or his interpersonal communications."

How you two met:

Thoma had been rushing around the streets of Inazuma, trying to complete a list of odd tasks. In a rather hazardous fashion, he began to no longer look at the streets as he ran. He was bound to crash into someone, and that person just so happened to be you.

Surely, Thoma could've paid more attention to the bustling roads of the city, but that seemed to not be part of his current agenda

Bags were dangling from his arms, with a list in his hands

Although he wasn't sprinting, he might as well have been, with how fast he was going

You, unfortunately, didn't see him barreling towards you

He crashed into you, tossing both of you (and all of his stuff) onto the stone

Almost immediately, he jumped back up, looking around to see the mess he had unintentionally brought about

When he saw you sitting on the ground, rubbing your head in pain, he quickly moved over to you to see if you were alright

After confirming that you weren't terribly hurt, he apologized profusely, and offered you lunch another day at Uyuu restaurant as an apology

Not too long after that, he recollected all of his things, and went on his way to finish his to-do list

A few days had passed since your initial meeting, and as he promised, he took you out to Uyuu restaurant. Now, you two were sitting, and somewhat awkwardly waiting for your food. The two of you had the same idea, and began to strike up a conversation with each other.

Thoma was sitting across from you, visibly nervous

He still felt quite guilty for just crashing into you like that, because he knew that he could've prevented it if he had just looked where he was going

Despite this, he decided to try and talk to you to lighten up the mood

Coincidentally, you had the same idea as him, and also began to talk

The two of you stopped, and looked at each other

Less than a couple seconds later, the two of you began to laugh a little

The gentle laughter loosened up the atmosphere quite a bit, and gave way for a much more natural conversation to take place

You intrigued him, without a doubt

Around ten minutes passed by, filled with cheerful conversations and a friendly feeling

Finally, the two of you had received your food

Now, over delicious food, the two of you bonded further

By the end of the lunch, Thoma had been left with a warm, bubbly feeling

"Would you like to meet up with me for lunch again? It's alright if you don't want to, it's just that...I'd love to see you again!"

Why you two are compatible:

Thoma is known by Inazumans to be a "helper" — helping everyone out and ensuring that any issues are quickly and peacefully resolved.

After reading your ask, I had a couple of people in mind, with one of them being Thoma

Looking through his profile really solidified it, for a lot of reasons

He has a generally similar disposition to you (at least, that's what I think), and his personality seems like it would naturally go well with yours

He's naturally quite kind and positive, so I think that he'd be able to develop a relationship with you quite nicely

He'd be completely understanding of your initial shyness, and also of your tendency to be emotional

He also fits your personal preference for a partner as well

He would likely be very protective of you in a relationship, due to his natural protectiveness for the people he cares about

He'd also be very attentive to you and your feelings, along with taking care of you

Overall, I think Thoma and you would just have a natural compatibility with each other

Relationship Headcanons:

I think he would eventually develop an interest in your interests, and would become just as invested in them as you are

He'd also buy you a ton of bunny-themed objects

I like to think that anything he sees that's bunny-themed, he buys, and gifts you

He'd definitely be very receptive to physical touch as a love language

Thoma just seems like a person who would be very open to constant physical affection, however small or large it might be

Personally, I also see him just enjoying your presence in general

I think he'd be very understanding of your anxiety, and would probably try his best to ease it a little (only if you let him)

He'd also probably think that your fashion style is quite pretty

Thoma would most definitely be interested in your linguistic talents

If you were interested, he would probably try to get you some sort of position at the Kamisato estate, just so that he could work near you

New Years Headcanons:

It was the last day of the year, and as usual, Thoma was cleaning up around the estate

As he was cleaning, he was trying to think of some sort of way to celebrate the new year with you

As soon as he finished cleaning up, he had an idea

Nearby Amakumo Island, he knew that a fireworks display would be set off, and he thought of taking you there for part of the day

Eventually, he decided that he would take you through the island's various stalls and attractions, before sitting with you at the edge of the island, and watching the fireworks

Although he knew that it would be a bit of a walk to get over there, he was determined to give you the best New Years he could

So, after bringing you with him on a pleasant walk for a little while, you two arrived at the island

By now, there were only two hours left until it was twelve

He took you around to a couple of food stalls, and the two of you tasted all of the various snacks and meals that they had to offer

After tasting everything they had to offer, both of you went to get a fortune slip, and you both ended up getting Great Fortune slips

Finally, only thirty minutes before the new year, he took you to write a wish on a small wooden plaque

He hung up his, and you saw a glimpse of a drawing with you and him holding hands on it

You two headed up the path, and sat yourselves down at the edge

He held your hand, and leaned into you as he looked up into the sky

You looked up to see what he was looking at, and just as you did, the fireworks began to release into the sky

He turned his head back down, and hugged you, with the fireworks bursting in the background

"Happy New Years, did you enjoy last year? Or rather, did you enjoy your year with me? If not, I promise to make this one filled with more love than the last."

Afterword:

Sorry if these turned out somewhat half-baked! I have a lot of matchups to get done before a certain amount of time (and also other projects with deadlines), so it might've turned out seeming unfinished :(

#thoma #thoma genshin #genshin matchups #genshin x you #genshin #thoma x you #matchups #zenki's matchups

[joshuaalbert]

troi <3 <3 <3

ok I feel like you may not like some of these answers but. blame the writers ok

favorite thing about them

troi is a character I like the potential of more than I like the execution. like. the setup for her character is so interesting! obviously one of the most famously compelling things about spock is that he’s half human half vulcan, and although betazoid and human values/culture are not necessarily at odds with each other to the same degree and she doesnt need to have the same type of conflict to be compelling, any character that is biracial in this sense should have a really unique perspective on things. her empathic abilities have the potential to be both extremely useful and also a really significant burden and there’s a lot of potential for examination in terms of keeping that balance. she’s effectively the humanities major on a ship full of STEM majors, so that’s another unique viewpoint bc goddamn sometimes they cannot explain Anything in words, and she has the most engagement with the crew as a whole, rather than just her division or the senior officers. there are a lot of cool and different things to work with here! boy howdy I sure hope they work with them!

I also like that she has the most interesting and complex relationship with her mother of any character in the series! there’s nothing inherently Wrong with exploring children and their fathers, but quite often we don’t get the other side of that, so I think that’s neat. there’s not really an ominous twist on this like there was in the last paragraph I just think it’s neat.

also this is a minor thing but I think it’s funny that her entire job is to be emotionally supportive but she does sometimes make jokes at inappropriate moments when talking to someone asking for her help with something. objectively terrible behavior for a therapist but very funny as a character moment.

so. all that said.

least favorite thing about them

well that would be the wasted potential. despite her being so potentially fascinating as a character, for most of the show it feels like she’s just there to be hot and say “i sense…” and i mean she does great on both counts but that doesn’t make a fulfilled character. literally the single most interesting scene about the fact that she was half human half betazoid was cut from 3x5 the bonding and it makes me want to commit vehicular manslaughter. who wrote this and why didn’t they write the rest of the show. she uses her abilities and sometimes makes references to betazed, but to the best of my recollection, that’s largely it, and while I think there’s significant value in having a character who has learned to balance both aspects of themselves, it more often comes off as “no one really put any effort into this so she acts mostly human but she can feel stuff” imo.

I can only remember a couple times off the top of my head that her empathic abilities were used in a truly interesting way, and of the times that the downsides are explored, a lot of those episodes are. idk they somehow seem to always stop short of being really good character episodes somehow. 4x10 the loss is probably the closest but even then I wouldn’t necessarily say it’s…standout? (in its defense it does come right after final mission, an episode i was being really normal about, so I should probably rewatch it). also there was a proposed edit to the naked now script that would have dealt with the potentially overwhelming nature of feeling everyone on the ship’s emotions and I’m really mad that they didn’t do that rather than like. I don’t even know what she did in that episode?

so many of her focus episodes are about her and some guy and like obviously I’m not being like oh a strong female character can never have a plotline where she’s into a man that’d be a fucking stupid take but it feels both disproportionate and detrimental to her individual character development. she doesn’t get any kind of fun and interesting hobby/interest until 6x8 fistful of datas where it turns out she’s actually super into westerns! her father used to read her stories about the old west and she always wanted to be the Mysterious Stranger!! that’s so fun!! why did it take us until season 6 to get to something like this!!! her best episodes are in seasons 6 and 7 when she gets involved in cool plotlines and wants to advance her career but not until the last two seasons and I can’t keep going like this or I will start Screaming. I feel insane. you understand my point. they do not utilize a potentially incredibly complex character to her full potential and I feel insane.

brOTP

I respect people who live that deanna/beverly life but generally speaking I like them most as friends. that said I will make an exception for the episode where they’re doing aerobics together in gay little complementary outfits.

OTP

I am a troi/riker heaux. no creativity here. such is life. I like that even when they’re kind of on again off again it’s generally not in a forced angsty drama way it’s just like ok this is what we’re doing today and regardless of where we stand we are friends first and foremost. also I think some of her most fun moments are when they are being Bitches together or she is heckling his musical skills.

nOTP

okay I am going to put this in as spoiler free terms as possible but. in season 7 they introduce a relationship that I don’t entirely hate on its own merits and that I think could have some interesting facets to explore but I think it’s a HORRIBLE misstep from a writing perspective. admittedly I had knowledge of the films and knew what the ultimate outcome was going to be, but I think even if I hadn’t, I would’ve known it wasn’t going to be endgame, and it feels like the time spent on it in the back half of the last season of the show could’ve been spent way better elsewhere. it also completely fucks over her chances for an actual interesting examination of her character in the finale, because why stop letting her be defined by men even at the very end?

random headcanon

I feel like she should listen to like. metal sometimes. or like a betazoid equivalent. because like! I think it would be A Lot to have so many people’s thoughts and emotions at the edge of your consciousness all the time even if you’ve generally figured out how to filter it!! I think sometimes you’d need a way to try to drown it out!! and like yeah she’s not Hearing Their Thoughts it’s a different sense so it’s not literally drowning it out but I still think having another really strong sensory input would help yknow?

unpopular opinion

honestly I don’t even know what the popular opinions about troi are. I’m just here.

song i associate with them

I think what we’ve learned from these ask games is that I have associated songs for literally 2 characters

favorite picture of them

uniform troi!! uniform troi I love her. idk why they were like oh people will not know she is Beautiful Woman if she’s in uniform so we cannot do that until like season 6. look at her.

#I have never articulated anything clearly in my life I’m in a state of despair but hopefully this means something #troi #tng #ask game

[leonawriter]

I think I prefer Toichi becoming this crazy talented magician with a gentleman thief themeing turned actual gentleman thief not because of his parents but because he’s interested in both so much. Not to say he didn’t inherit skills/characteristics that would have been helpful to those professions. Just that I prefer he built them from scratch.

Same reason I don’t like him or Kaito having actual magic. (The only real exception for Kaito is being a bird whisperer.) It’s not as bad as not having Akako being a witch but still think it does them a bit of a disservice. I feel more strong about Kaito and Toichi actually using magic for their shows than one or more of Kudo twin’s parents were also (a) magician(s). Like it makes sense and I’m not really going to complain if that take is proved to be canon.

I mean, both of those things are purely down to taste and preference?

I've said a few times that I'd personally find it fun if they did have a magician/thief ancestor, though it'd also create fun narrative "foils/parallels" if it wasn't something passed on like that. Free will, nurture, and choice vs nature, bloodlines, and a certain amount of fate or predestination.

As for the idea of Kaito having actual magic, I've read and enjoyed a few fics that have that premise in the past. I'd recently thought of the idea that he's a bird whisperer too, which is fun, but I know of AUs that have him as some kind of youkai (a fox, a wolf), as well as having magic that comes in a form that he doesn't even recognise, that he's maybe been using all along.

What I think goes well with your views, though, is- I have a vague recollection of at least one story where on finding out that he himself has some form of "actual" magic, he potentially hadn't known up until then, and is unhappy to find out. Because he thinks that everything he's been doing is sleight of hand, and he puts stock in his own hard work and efforts - so he sees "actual" magic as a form of cheating, if non-magical magicians can achieve the same effect.

That said, I strongly believe that in terms of what Gosho sees as canon, Kaito is purely mundane. He accomplishes things that a normal human of his age shouldn't be able to do, but this is because he's from a manga/anime setting, and that changes things. It's even outright stated in his first real face-off with Akako, where he says that she uses Black (aka, "real") Magic, and he's a Magician, stating that they're going to be at odds because of that.

I've said before that in terms of stuff like magic and adding in fantasy etc, DCMK is great for it because there's just enough leeway that even in DC, we've got things like "the amazing shrinking teens and adults" and "Hattori's weird dreams" and "Haibara's sixth sense" so it opens up the possibility of going "there's been another world right under their noses all along, and they just keep missing it" or "sure everyone knows Kaito has magic, but he'll use it for the stupid or serious stuff, and he feels smug at how all his best tricks are mundane."

#dcmk stuff

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary232

5/4-5/2024

saturday - sunday

awful awful awful,

but it's all okay now... today i spent all my time at home trying to figure out this, getting stuff over to the new computer thing, and getting windows 10 installed, and like... i did it... not all of it though but that should be easier... i hope. we'll see. got a new program for a new system image thing i'm gonna try and install off of. but basically i had to struggle in install menus on the new laptop, get a driver from the acer site and install that to get the ssd to even appear and get stuff installed to it. awful!!!! but whatever. but okay. no time for much fun. tomorrow is probably gonna be a struggle too, but i have all the drivers setup in that computer, everything's installed and working basically. so if that backup does not really. like. work, like, i don't get this computer's system c: drive and everything onto it, all the apps basically and the directories, i at least know i can procure things, and that i can copy over some directories, get stuff setup rather easily, and i can suss out file paths. and if need be, i can get all my vocals off of here, i can figure out where all that is and create a separate backup if i don't have those stored in a stable path or whatevs. but... i hope. or i have anti-hope, just not despair. i had despair earlier and thought about dying. but then i figured out the ssd stuff. maybe i am really just super super super dumb.

but, if i do get it all right, and it is better than this one with running stuff, i will be super super super super happy. and i'll just be chilling and stuff!!!!!! i am really really between states rn. i just want it to be over. i want to go back to thinking about anything else, even fear of the pigs. anything is better than this. but i can't sit here and bombard myself with information after sitting here for hours and doing this to myself. it really made me crazy. i hate windows, i hate it, i hate it so so so so much. figuring out the media img stuff, figuring out what my system key is and not needing it but being told you do. it's straight up evil how they make you think you need to buy buy buy buy shit, and how computers come with less and less and less and less and less and less. it makes no sense that going back an os should be this much trouble beyond keeping you captive in an environment that's super idk, infiltrated with systems of labor exploitation and obfuscation with ai, stuff that gives you less control, and via ai, via new and rather useless bloat-y technologies, keep you in particular bounds, keep you in particular modes of thinking, and stuff, let you see less and make the ui more... friendly, flat, and less descriptive. idk, just massively useful as a cybernetic apparatus but that's all computers basically. but it's worrying as a trend and that it resists anything 'else'. i will keep my 'else'. this is where i am so often, it's part of my daily habits and rituals and things. i need to keep it or else i will wilt. i would find a way, i usually do. but it's odd and sad and scary to have to try again and i know i need to keep working on music and things. i want to see what kinds of sounds i can do... and also i might need to re...collect (recollect, re-collect... however you want to see it whoever (no one) is looking) certain plugins and things. so if i do, there will likely be more bundled.

anyway, i wanna sleep soon, and then tomorrow when my comp boots up i'll have the new thing ready to begin backing up and blah blah blah. i think while that happens i'm gonna watch the violence jack ovas up on internet archive. been a while since i have watched any anime really. maybe then i'll look into like, 70s anime ovas or shorts that might be on the archive. i need to just try and relax and do other stuff as this goes on, writing is hard to do when you're like, thinking 'how am i gonna make this computer thing happen' and stuff.

but, it goes on, it is ongoing, it is not definitive on whether this will be / can be a failure or a success.

i just watched this short:

fun. i like to see these human-esque shapes move and movement suggested as a kind of glitter, or materialized as glitter, something about bodies unfocused as they are in the process of something. a very sweet vision, and the rather scientific way of having the bodies/visages repeated, from different views, is rather interesting, as if you are observing them in a serious capacity and they elude that aim.

i almost just used the word elide, which would in this context be the opposite, but they do elide with the background in a way, the spectrality, they become a fabric. how sweet, truly, it is to imagine us as the trembling of stars, the ballet of night.

here is another:

this one is harder to have much to say about, given that it is narrated and my japanese is rusty, but i suppose it's an obvious thing about naval warfare being horrific, geopolitics, i just can't get at the nuance which i think it has. the way it's framed as being pointed at kids while not really feeling that way is interesting. i think, visually speaking, it is incredibly cute and freaky, which means good, to me. but i'd like to know it beyond just visuals or what they are as like, 'objects' i am enjoying or whatever, it does not speak much poetry to me i guess.

anyway, like i said, i need to sleep, but looking for these old shorts from early indie animation in jp is rewarding, i want to keep looking at that, so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[signalwatch]

Classic Comedy Watch: Operation Petticoat (1959) Watched:  01/27/2024 Format: Prime Viewing:  First Director:  Blake Edwards Selection:  Me, by rec So, a colleague had recommended this one, and forewarned me that it is a product of it's time, and I could not agree more.   This is a movie with an odd framing device - a US Navy Admiral returning to the submarine he skippered during the war on the morning the boat is set to head to the boneyard.  He sits down and reads his Captain's log from cover to cover in his former bunk. By 1959 two things were apparently true:   1) the US was ready to do light, sexy comedies about the war, including starting out with making Pearl Harbor a wacky incident that happened 2) the role of women in film - especially light comedies - had changed a lot, with the "can do" spirit of women in the war or even noir There is not room in this post to discuss the rapid swing of women in pictures of the 1950's from tough-women-on-the-homefront to "don't let those daffy women near machinery.  That's for MEN." that I assume reflects the culture of the time.  But it's kind of a thing, and for as fast as it happened, it took a lot longer to eke our way back out.   This movie is the Admiral's (Cary Grant) recollections of the submarine crew's post Pearl Harbor response, lifting the boat and getting it semi-seaworthy again thanks to shenanigans on the part of a new Lieutenant (Tony Curtis), a streetwise fast talker who has joined the navy for the uniform and social ladder climbing opportunities. It's got a hint of Sgt. Bilko (which pre-dates the film) as some of the best gags are about Tony Curtis finding the materials needed.  Good stuff.  But the main feature of the film is when the sub stops off at an island and finds they have to evacuate 6 female nurses.  Who are, of course, mostly stacked.  And then it's a lot of "boys will be boys" and "women don't belong on a boat!" humor that you either are going to have to get settled in with or you're going to want to choke a boat load of US servicemen.   The humor is a brand of post-screwball wackiness that would continue to expand into the 1960's and be killed off by 1970s film while being embraced by 1970's TV, in its way.  And some bits are really good.  I did want to tell the editor to please leave Cary Grant alone and let him have his moments after something wacky happened, because that's where you get the laugh doubled down (see Grant in Bringing Up Baby).  There's not even exactly double-entendres but in an era that was sanitizing comedy, this must have felt pretty racy (you see a girdle and a bra!).   Fun bit of casting - look for Marion "Mrs. Cunningham" Ross as one of the nurses.  And, fun fact:  there was a 1977 TV show that basically remade the movie starring John Astin in the Cary Grant role and had a very young Jamie Lee Curtis as one of the nurses.  I have absolutely no idea how this premise was carried off for two seasons of network TV.   Anyway, it's a fascinating time capsule talking to the generation who was in the war now that they bought suburban houses as much as it's a comedy you can still put on and get most of the jokes.   https://ift.tt/74jsZ0Y via The Signal Watch https://ift.tt/5SVm8JY January 29, 2024 at 09:25PM

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