#also I just realized that the reason it seemed so familiar to me is cuz it’s like a spin off on demi lovato’s solo

[minty-ocean]

my mom literally asked me if poland’s song is from this year or older because it seems really familiar like THAT’S how basic of a song it is

#to explain my mom isn’t that well versed in modern pop in the west #eurovision #I mean I have to admit it is catchy #but still #also I just realized that the reason it seemed so familiar to me is cuz it’s like a spin off on demi lovato’s solo

[rainstops]

my favorite alcohol problem

scaramouche x gn!reader fluff

summary: scaramouche started drinking to stop thinking about you, and suddenly ended up in your bed. someone help him

a/n: this is so unrealistic,, i think. either way ive been trying to fight the urge to write this but did end up giving in. also, I am just dropping this here to go right back to being on hiatus cuz this has been living in my drafts..

warnings: mentioning of alcohol consumption

wc: 1.5k

it was late. by far past 1 am. you were out with your friends to celebrate a birthday, and for whatever reason they were now going to go drinking at the bar next door. you excused yourself and told them that you couldn't stay any longer, but you’d still accompany them into the bar and then leave. 

as soon as you stepped foot into the bar, you saw a familiar someone laying with their head on the counter. your friends chose a place to sit, and while you said goodbye to them, you were already walking over to the familiar someone. 

it was scaramouche, who you knew from your college classes. from all the times the both of you had worked together, you knew that he wasn't the nicest person to be around. 

“what are you doing here at this time”, you asked scaramouche, and you couldn't tell if he was asleep or just too drunk to respond. 

you put a hand on his shoulder and tried shaking him, to which he somewhat tried to sit up. 

“why the hell are you drinking?”, you tried asking again. 

yet scaramouche in his drunken state leaned against you, and mumbled something which you at first couldn't make out. 

“this… this is all your fault!”, he slurred. 

“mine?! i wasn't even here”, you argued, but at the lack of a response, you decided that it was time to act. you couldn't just leave him here. like this he probably didn't even remember his way home or his address. 

“come on, let's get you out of here”, you slipped an arm under his arm and tried supporting him since he didn't seem like walking was something he could do on his own. 

suddenly the bartender stopped you. 

“excuse me, but he didn't pay yet”, the woman behind the counter looked like she felt somewhat sorry for you. 

you groaned and reluctantly pulled out your card. 

“here but it on this card”, the woman nodded and went to close his tab and pay. 

“you owe me big time scara”, you said to the guy you were almost carrying by the way he was slumping against you. 

“thank you, have a good night!”, the woman handed you your card back and you nodded with a very forced smile. 

as soon as you stepped foot outside the bar, you realized that you had no idea where scara even lived. you knew none of his friends who you could call, and have never been at his place. whenever you needed to work on a project together, you just met in the college library with him.  

screw it you thought. 

you sat scaramouche, who still hasn't said a word ever since he blamed you for his drinking, in the passenger seat of your car, and decided to just drive to your apartment. if he was going to complain to you about waking up at your place, you were sure as hell never going to help him with anything ever again. 

at your apartment, you started contemplating who slept where. you sure as hell didn't want to sleep on the couch, and since you already helped scaramouche out of the stupid situation he was in, why would you let him sleep on your bed? 

but the people-pleaser side of yours, in the end won and you did let him sleep on your bed. 

“here drink this”, you said while almost forcing a glass of water into the drunken man's hand. 

scaramouche drank the glass faster than you ever could, and held it out for you to put it on the bedside table like you were taking care of a child. 

you were about to walk out of the room when you heard a low whine. 

“what?”, you turned around. 

and there he sat, arms crossed across his chest and an angry pout on his face. with his head turned away from you, he mumbled something which you once again couldn't make out. 

“repeat that?”

“don’t… go”, scaramouches voice was barely above a whisper, and you wondered how much alcohol did he actually have? 

despite almost having to laugh at scaramouches weird request, you decided not to laugh at him because who knew how much he was going to remember from this night? 

“Scaramouche, I'm tired I just want to go to sleep”, and when you turned around to leave, you almost jumped at the feeling of a hand grabbing your wrist and pulling you back. 

“sleep here…”, scaramouche repeated and stared down at the floor. despite him not looking at you, you could tell that his face was flushed. yet wether that was because of the alcohol, or because he was asking you to sleep in the same bed as him.

you were about to argue with him, when scaramouche simply pulled you into bed with a yelp from you. 

the moment you were lying next to him, he wrapped his arms around your waist and fell asleep. not even pulling the blanket up or whatever. trying to get up was no use since he was going to wrap himself tighter around you whenever you tried.

he was so going to flip out when he woke up…

scaramouche happened to be the first one to wake up, and the first thing he noticed was the pounding headache. he barely remembered anything from the previous night. that was when he noticed you snuggled up against him. 

the first thing scaramouche decided to do was scream. well, almost. he slapped a hand over his mouth. next followed question after question running through his mind.

next he wanted to wake you, but wait- wouldn't that just be even more embarrassing? besides you looked so peaceful there next to him… wait what. 

then he remembered. 

the only reason he went drinking last night was to finally get you off his mind. for the past few weeks he could do nothing but think off you, even if he didn't want to. everything he saw reminded him of you. so he thought drinking could solve his problem. 

scaramouche even remembered parts of your conversation, the way you asked him why he was drinking, and he blamed it on you. drinking was just a last resort, since scaramouche had tried everything to finally forget you and nothing had worked. every thought and every action led back to you, and scaramouche was sick of it. it made his heart beat so hard, it was practically begging to jump out of his chest.

scaramouche sat up, his heart pounding faster than the headache in his head. what was he supposed to do now? 

he could leave and never speak to you off this again - assuming that you wont mention it to him - and live his life like nothing ever happened, but… is that what he wanted to do? this might be one of his only chances to be this close to you. 

that was when you moved and turned around to lean against scaramouches arm which was supporting his sitting form. it was pathetic to admit, but such a simple act led to scaramouches face heat up.

he was sure whatever he did next was because he was still tired. or because of the alcohol from last night. he was never going to admit the real reason for this not even to himself. 

yet he still lifted up his hand and reluctantly and slowly stroke your hair. first those strokes were barely even headpats, but it slowly turned into full playing with your hair and caressing your face. 

to scaramouches dismay, you were never a very heavy sleeper, so his actions woke you up rather quickly. 

scaramouche did not even notice how your eyes slowly opened and turned to look at him. he was way to busy admiring how beautifully your hair twirled around his finger. 

yet when he looked back at your face, he saw you with your eyes now open and your softly smiling face. it took him a second to process what had just happened, but he just blinked and suddenly scrambled away from you. 

his face was now redder than anything you have seen before and his mouth was wide open in shock. 

you on the other hand tried sitting up while laughing so hard that it was surely going to give you a stomach ache if you kept laughing. 

“s-stop laughing! you- i-”, scaramouche had no way of communicating with how flustered he currently was. 

after just a little while, you had calmed down though, and where only giggling a little. by then scaramouche was ready to ask you tons and tons of questions. well he wished that was the case, but instead of forming full questions in his head, there were only a bunch of question marks scattered across all the events from the previous night. 

“I- what were you even thinking making me sleep here?!”, was the only thing he could blurt out. 

“me? this isnt my fault!”, you replied still wearing a wide grin on your face. 

“what are you-”, scaramouche was so ready to blame everything on you, until he remembered the way he pulled you into bed with him and then hugged you so tight you could barely leave. 

“oh”, was all scaramouche could say as he lowered his head, completely at a loss for words. 

part 2?

#rainstops #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin scaramouche #scara x reader #scaramouche x reader #scara #scaramouche

[whateverisbeautiful]

♥️ Ranking Richonne

#6: Cuz I'm Okay Too (S4E16)

Such a heartfelt and important moment in the making of Richonne. 🥹 The scene is brief but still manages to communicate something so important about Rick and Michonne's profound connection. That You're Okay/I'm Okay interconnectedness between them is one of those deep and consistent qualities that make Richonne one of a kind. By this season 4 moment, I really and truly believe Rick and Michonne had fallen in love and I cherish that this beautiful scene is a part of their love story. The scene is a true Richonne classic...

Richonne's love story has so much life to it because it was able to breathe as it evolved each season. And as much as the world was screaming at them - when it came to Rick and Michonne's pre-canon build-up there were these small quiet moments like the one in this s4 finale that still really helped to lay their foundation steadily and naturally.

I appreciate that Richonne's journey was a slow burn (the most fiery slow burn, might I add 🔥) and that we got to see their love story play out from the moment they first laid eyes on each other all the way to now as a husband and wife determined to find each other again. The build-up was as great as the payoff in the making of Richonne and this season 4 pre-canon moment between them is one of the foundational staples in building their relationship.

As I’ve stated before, I consider this 4.16 ep quite monumental to Richonne as I feel its by this point these two have fallen in love. And this scene just really backs that up to me and gives us our first insight into the unique interconnection they have.

The reason why I so confidently refer to these two characters as soulmates is because absolutely every time Rick and Michonne were together it was clear they had a deep mind-body-soul connection and a magnetic draw that showed they were tethered to each other and meant to be.

They were so kismet that even in the beginning of their relationship they seemed to be strongly emotionally connected to each other.

In the early stages of their growing bond, Rick and Michonne really would often look at each other like they were both something special and inexplicably familiar, like a missing piece of themselves that they yearned for and felt innate trust and safety with. And, to me, this scene illustrates all of that.

I also noticed that since I've gotten so used to seeing team family in the 'stability' of ASZ for half the series, whenever I see scenes of them in these earlier seasons where they had no home base it makes me a little emotional because it makes you realize just how little they had, and how much they were being held together by their resilience and their family alone. It's really a testament to their strength and the family they built that fueled them to keep going.

I love the way this 4.16 scene is shot, the fall vibes are just nice with all the leaves as they walk. Also the show did a good job of always making it feel like there was some added weight to when Rick and Michonne were around each other. The two together on screen are just always electric as this scene solidifies.

(Side note: watching this show back, I love how quiet the ambiance was in the earlier seasons, it really made the world feel immersive and lived in.) 

When Rick protectively sat outside of that car in the previous scene with Carl asleep in Michonne's lap, Michonne heard Rick talk to Daryl about who he is and why he’s here, and her expression as she listens was telling. I know R&M both were more aware of how much they mean to each other from here on out. And then that love only grows stronger, even as soon as their next scene.

So this #6 scene starts with Rick walking ahead, and I love how Michonne is looking at him as she walks closer to him. I’d love to know exactly what she’s thinking at this moment cuz she clearly has some thoughts. 😊

As she studies him in this scene I really do feel like it’s her seeing the resilient man he is and feeling a lot of genuine love and respect for him. Especially after seeing Rick go to an incredibly intense place to save her, Carl, and Daryl the night before.

Rick went to lengths not many would even think to go...but that level of fight in him is one Michonne knows well. It's in her too. And I think at this moment she knows truly that they are cut from the same cloth.

She silently observes him and, before she even speaks, Rick senses her and asks if she’s okay. I love that he checks in on her after what they went through.

When Rick and Michonne found each other after the prison fell, they became a package deal and went through most things side by side from then on. And I love that through all the wild things they experienced together, they had each other to check in with and make sure they were okay because they got to be fully human with each other. 

Michonne nods and says a reassuring 'yeah' and then again has those little glances at him that, to me, suggest sis has caught feelings. 

Then I always love that Rick proceeds to offer up that he’s okay. He initiates saying that because he wants her to know this and he knows this would matter to her. Ever since reuniting after the prison, Michonne has often brought up the importance of Rick healing and resting, so he knows she cares about his wellbeing and that he’s okay. 

And it’s also like by offering up, "I'm okay" he wants her to know he’s still okay as a person even after showing that he’s capable of some pretty intense stuff. I’ve always loved this, especially because as a woman traveling alone with men, it means a lot to have a man want you to know he’s still okay and safe to be around.

But then what is so lovely about this scene is that Rick gets to see that he doesn’t need to do any convincing with Michonne because she has always seen and understood him on a deeper level.

(It makes me think of when Michonne talks with Merle during season 3 inside the prison. She defends Rick and Carl and notes that they're both killers but she doesn't say it as a condemning thing because even as strangers she understood that Rick and Carl are still good people despite what they've had to do to survive)

And as much as Rick is grappling with all that he’s capable of here at the end of season 4, it’s so refreshing that Michonne is right there to let him know he’s not a monster to her. So when he says he’s okay, she says without any doubt, "I know." 😊

Then I so love that Rick asks, "How?" It’s an interesting thing to ask because he could have just left it at her saying she knows, but I love that he’s curious to know this. Almost as if deep down wanting to know that she really does see and understand him as clearly as he sees and understands her.

And when he can’t help but ask, I adore the way she looks at him and so effortlessly tells him, “Cuz I’m okay too.” 🥹

Another classic line in Richonne's journey. 🥰 And a line that is as powerful as it is pretty.

I know I've said a lot of their scenes are giving romantic but this one is 1000% giving romantic. I mean this dialogue between them could be seamlessly inserted into a romance movie and I'd be like...

And it is just such a sweet sentiment - "Cuz I'm okay too." Similar to Rick's "Must've been something else then," line, I'd love to know exactly what Michonne was aware of regarding her attraction and feelings for Rick at this time.

It’s significant for Michonne to vocalize this and let Rick know that she has developed enough feelings for him that his well-being impacts her own. He’s okay, so she’s okay. And we see that 'you're okay then I'm okay' thing that they have play out in so many moments between them in this series.

One that comes to mind is an honorable mention scene in s5 at Alexandria when Michonne can’t sleep, and then we see that Rick has also been up and unable to sleep.  It’s almost like Rick's restlessness played a part in what was affecting Michonne's ability to rest.

And Rick even vocalizes as much when he asked why they're both awake before touching her shoulder and her reacting in a way that further proves their magnets. Something innate within them is so often on the same wavelength, even when they have some different outlooks.

I love these TWD reactors who noted how Rick’s mind silently racing was still so loud to Michonne and keeping her up in that s5 scene, whereas if Rick would sleep she probably would be able to fall asleep too.

Rick and Michonne are just one like that and they have always been so emotionally intertwined. They don't just understand what the other is going through, they feel what the other is going through. #TetheredSoulmates

So I love and appreciate this s4 finale scene for fully establishing Rick and Michonne's unique and heartfelt interconnection - both that they have it, and that they deep down know they have it too.

Rick nods after Michonne says this, and this subtle moment just feels like he gets what she means. She doesn’t even have to explain further cuz I think he knows he feels the same - You're okay, I'm okay.

And then the way Michonne is looking at that man at the end of this scene...Cupid got her, y’all. Just like Cupid got Rick lol. 😊

Richonne really was inevitable because right here in s4, seasons before their canon ep, these two loved each other and had at least some awareness that the connection between them runs deep. 

Am I smiling from ear to ear rewatching this? Best believe. They just go together and it’s so clear here. And I love looking at this scene and knowing this is a husband and wife in the making who will bring a beautiful baby into this world. Won't He do it! 🙌🏾 It's scenes like these that confirm to me why Richonne’s pre-canon and post-canon moments are both top-notch.

As Michonne will tell Carl in a beautiful bonding moment later in the s4 finale, she knows the Grimes boys brought her back. They helped make her okay again. And the way Michonne brought so much good to Rick and Carl's lives, she brought them back too.

So I’ll forever love that in this quiet scene between Michonne and Rick, we see so clearly how they help make each other feel more than okay. 😌

#richonne #top 30 #top 10 #number 6 #rick x michonne #reveling in richonne #twd 4.16 #twd towl #the ones who live

[otomiyaa]

The Foreigner

JingRen AU ft. Sampo

A/N: Posting this here after all cuz why not. A fic I wrote for a friend a while ago. I got the request for lee Sampo and lers Jing Yuan and Blade, we brainstormed a little and this was the result. Please note I'm currently still catching up on 2.1 so be careful with talking to me about any Honkai lore/spoilers 😅

Summary: Jing Yuan and Blade confront a mysterious foreigner called Sampo Koski who tried to sneak into the Xianzhou Luofu. Things get quite interesting, for all three of them. (Also on AO3)

Word Count: 2.2K

He was late. Jing Yuan glanced at the door. Usually around this time of the day, Blade would make his entrance. A moment he found himself looking forward to more than he would like to admit. Blade visiting his office like a regular visitor was something he couldn’t have dreamed of for many many years. 

Ever since Blade had come to accept and realize that Dan Feng was truly gone, his waves of mara-caused madness started to reduce significantly. With time, Jing Yuan was delighted to finally see some traces of his trusted old friend, who despite their differences appeared motivated to exchange his Stellaron Hunter missions for regular visits, reporting to Jing Yuan about occurrences in the world, the good and bad. 

As they grew closer through these frequent visits, the feelings of familiarity may have gotten Jing Yuan a little too confident in reconciling with Blade, suggesting him to leave behind the Stellaron Hunters indefinitely and aid him with his duties at the Xianzhou Luofu instead. 

Surely he did not expect Blade would agree. Well, Kafka’s support may have played a vital role. Even if Blade would have said ‘no’, she seemed to insist he should stay behind and find a new role to fulfill, fully supporting the ‘happiness of Bladie’. 

Jing Yuan smiled. He felt comfortable, spending time with Blade who he shared a past with that connected them like no one else at the Xianzhou Luofu. Jing Yuan was just closing his eyes to reminisce about the past some more, when finally the door opened and Blade arrived. 

“Welcome back, Captain. You are quite late,” Jing Yuan said fondly. He nowadays called Blade captain, even though he was never officially assigned to such a position, he often assisted him so much he might as well be one. 

“Jing Yuan. There’s an infiltrant,” was Blade’s short answer. Jing Yuan chuckled. Blade was not the small-talk kind of person. 

“An infiltrant hm? Fine. Send him in.” 

He loved to see how Blade was literally treated as a captain when he merely had to call out “Guards!” and they came in to bring in their… guest.

“We brought the infiltrant,” they reported, shoving the man forward. Blade caught the stranger by the arm.

“Infiltrant? Now now now!” the man responded in a theatrical manner, pulling himself free before spreading his arms and making a full 360 degree twirl. Blade simply caught him again, shaking his head.

“Hello General,” Yanqing said, joining Blade, the foreigner and two guards in Jing Yuan’s office. 

“This man was caught making his way into the Xianzhou ships. We do not know how he boarded, nor what his intentions are. When we demanded him to tell us his identity, he said-” 

“-that I am Sampo Koski, a businessman, chaperon, and problem-solving conversationalist, visiting all the way from Belobog to help boost your economy.” 

“....That,” Yanqing said. Jing Yuan stared at all of them, then at Sampo, and at Blade. He chuckled. 

“Interesting,” he hummed. “Yanqing, please get in touch with our friends from the Astral Express. If this foreigner claims to visit from Jarilo-VI, they might be familiar with him. In the meantime, I will question him here. Blade, if you could assist…” 

Blade nodded and dragged Sampo towards him while Yanqing and the guards left the room. As soon as the door closed, it was silent. 

“So. Sampo Koski,” Jing Yuan said slowly, walking closer to study the man’s remarkable appearance.

“For what reason, may I ask, would you visit the Xianzhou Luofu? Unannounced, uninvited. Startling my men,” Jing Yuan wondered. 

“Business! Business of course. I come in peace, General.” 

Jing Yuan exchanged glances with Sampo. “Did they search him?” he asked. Blade did not answer but while not letting go of Sampo’s arm, instantly began to feel around his pockets. 

“Hehehey! Woohaha, cahahareful!” Sampo laughed, dancing and wiggling under the sudden touch. Jing Yuan noted the funny laugh, and Blade reacted with a low grunt.

“Quit your squirming,” he huffed, continuing to search him. 

“Let me help. Hold him still,” Jing Yuan said. To think Blade had ever been his prisoner before. Back then he would not have appreciated Jing Yuan telling him commands like this. How times had changed. Right now they worked together, and he smiled when Blade held both Sampo’s arms tightly so Jing Yuan could search his pockets. It made him laugh a lot.

“Hehehello! Sohoho inahahapropriate!” he cackled. Jing Yuan glanced at him. Was he that sensitive? Honestly.

“Credits, a lot of them. Not the usual amount you expect one should carry. Where did you get them?” Jing Yuan asked, putting his findings aside.

“Theft! Hey! I earned those, fair and square. Like I said, I’m an innocent fella coming over to do business! Hehehey stohohop!” Sampo yelled when Jing Yuan patted higher to find if anything else was hidden under his clothes.

“What is his problem ?” Blade asked. He sounded so frustrated it made Jing Yuan smile. How amusing.

“Never met a ticklish person before, Blade?” he asked. To demonstrate he pinched Sampo’s lower side, eliciting a loud yelp from the man.

“That’s nohohot okay !” he protested. The pinch was effective though, since Jing Yuan felt something right at that spot. 

“Blade… Hold him tight.” 

He probably didn’t need to tell him that, and Jing Yuan calmly tugged at Sampo’s clothing, fingers digging underneath it to grasp the thing he felt just now. Not without the unnecessary noise though.

“Hehehey! Wahahatch it! Hahaharrassmehehent!” he laughed. It was a crumbled piece of paper. Jing Yuan unfolded it and turned it for Blade and Sampo to see.

“A wanted poster? Yours?” he asked, confused. He looked at it again and frowned to see someone’s signature on it. It was very curly and gracious, but not informative.

“So, you claim to be from… Belobog. Should we rephrase that into: a wanted criminal from Belobog?” he asked, holding up the poster again. Sampo gasped.

“Me, a criminal? Nooo. That signature, you see. It’s from Gepard Landau himself!” 

Jing Yuan and Blade exchanged glances.

“Who?” 

Sampo nodded triumphantly. “Geppie. Captain of Silvermane Guards, very skilled, very handsome. He signed that for me. It’s just a token of our relationship.”

“...Why would he sign this?” Jing Yuan couldn’t help but think this man was wasting his time, but at the same time, he was wasting both his and Blade’s time, which made this situation only more amusing and entertaining. 

“It’s a long story. But you see Gepard likes me. So, I can only suggest you release me. Let’s not jeopardize the diplomatic relationship between Belobog and the Xianzhou Luofu now shall we?” 

“I have no idea what diplomatic relationship he is speaking of. Do you want me toー?” Blade already made a motion to get violent with the poor rambling man, but at that moment Yanqing came in.

“I received word from the Astral Express. Sampo Koski is indeed confirmed to be a mercenary from the Underworld of Belobog,” Yanqing reported. 

Sampo raised his eyebrows. “You see?” he asked.

“They also say he can’t be trusted.” 

Sampo’s jaw dropped. “Wait - t-that’s all they’re saying? Let them demand my release! March 7th and Stelle are my best, best friends!” he rambled. Jing Yuan almost wanted to laugh at the fact that Dan Heng wasn’t mentioned in this context.

“No one is demanding anyone’s release. Thank you, Yanqing. We will deal with him accordingly,” Jing Yuan thanked him, and Yanqing nodded and left them alone again. 

“So, business man from Belobog. Whether you are wanted by Jarilo-VI’s Silvermane Guards or not, one question remains unclear. Why are you here , and how did you slip past the guards on our ship?” 

“I know of ways to make him talk if y-” Blade was cut off by Sampo’s renewed bouts of laughter; Jing Yuan casually tapped his fingers against his lower side, impressed by how much it tickled him.

“I do too, Blade. Trust me,” he said, improvising. If his relation to Belobog was still unclear, he was not going to bring harm to him. However, if this man already proved to be this ticklish from a mere pat-down, then he was more than happy to see how much this certain sensitivity could help them further.

“What are you doing?” Blade hissed, barely hearable through Sampo’s laughter.

“Persuading our guest, Blade. If he’s a friend of this Captain Gepard Landau, it is not my intent to hurt him. However, some persuasion to give us more information will do the trick.” 

Jing Yuan clawed very lightly at Sampo’s lower sides, and the man jerked in Blade’s hold.

“Hehehehey nohohot thahahat!” he shrieked. Oh, this was way too easy. 

“Persuasion? You are playing around,” Blade responded, but Sampo’s arms were still trapped in his grip and he wasn’t letting go. 

Blade’s confusion and frustration only encouraged Jing Yuan more to keep up this silly game with their foreign guest.

“Join me, Blade,” Jing Yuan said, smiling gently at Blade who looked like he was having the worst day ever.

“You have to be kidding me,” he replied angrily. With Sampo Koski’s hysterical laughter in the background, it only sounded funnier.

“I am not,” Jing Yuan said. Blade rolled his eyes.

“You are insufferable,” he said, but still he did let go of Sampo so he could claw viciously all over his ribs, almost looking like he was going to tear the man apart, but the tickling did seem to be working since Sampo flailed his freed arms wildly and screeched.

“WHAHahat ihihis this ahahah! This plahahace is sohoho weheheird!” he laughed. Jing Yuan didn’t care that he was giving the impression that this was the normal way of doing interrogations at the Xianzhou Luofu. He was having fun with Blade here, and he was convincing the mysterious foreigner to speak the truth. Two flies, one stone.

“See? It’s easy,” Jing Yuan said when Blade effortlessly moved his fingers against Sampo’s torso, making him laugh and wheeze as he struggled in between them.

“It’s ridiculous,” Blade argued. And yet, he was cooperating. Jing Yuan smiled. He had switched his tactics to poking Sampo’s tummy relentlessly, and he went back to interrogating him.

“Mr. Koski, if you wish to make the torture stop, I encourage you to confess everything we want to know. Who are you really, why and how are you here. It’s that simple.” 

“AHahahah! I cahahan’t tahahalk like thihiihis!” 

“You are talking now, so I’m sure you’ll-” mid-tickle, Jing Yuan’s hands accidentally touched Blade’s, and for some reason that made him stop talking. Blade immediately pulled his hands back and moved them up all of a sudden, digging his fingers under Sampo’s arms and tickling his armpits viciously.

“You know what you are doing,” Jing Yuan complimented while Sampo’s voice did quite something else.

“AAAHAHahah hahahang on! Ahahaalright - I’ll speheheheak! Nonono not thehehere!” 

“Stop talking,” Blade said. Was he… flustered? Maybe a little. Jing Yuan chuckled. 

“I can’t help it. It makes me happy that perhaps you may remember we used to do this, back in the High-Cloud Quintet days.” 

“Nonsense,” Blade said, but he wasn’t reacting too harshly. 

“Do you remember?” Jing Yuan urged.

“I do not.” 

Jing Yuan smiled fondly. If he was the only one remembering that in a distant past they would get silly and tickle each other - well mostly he would tickle Yingxing and piss him off - then maybe one day he should help Blade remember. 

“I sahahaid I’ll speheheak! Nohohoo !” Jing Yuan only noticed now he had been drilling his fingers into Sampo’s torso while keeping his eyes locked with Blade’s.

Blade also blinked and dug his fingers under Sampo’s arms some more, making him howl. 

“Whhaahaht is happeniihihiing aaahahaha!” Sampo cried helplessly, unable to shake both of them off. Jing Yuan figured they had gotten a little lost in their own world, and he snapped out of it. 

“Right. That should do it.” Blade understood him well and also stopped the tickling. Sampo sank on his knees and gasped for air. 

“I can handle it from here. Will I see you at dinner, later?” Jing Yuan asked. Blade looked at him, his expression somehow different than before the strange shared tickle interrogation thing, and he nodded.

“Yes. Later.” He walked away and left the room. Only Sampo was still left, on his hands and knees, shivering as he recovered from his laughing fit.

“Mr. Koski, shall we try again? I ask you a question, and you give me your honest answer.”

“Or else… You’ll tickle me huh?” Sampo said breathlessly. Jing Yuan chuckled. 

“I might.” 

“A-alright then,” Sampo said, and as he started to talk in a less arrogant and theatrical, more serious manner, Jing Yuan listened, but at the same time drifted off as he thought of Blade. 

He wasn’t sure if it was the nostalgia, or the shared action of making a random person laugh. Laughter could be a medicine after all, even if it wasn’t their own? 

Somehow he felt like this encounter with the strange foreigner changed something between them, in a positive way, and he couldn’t wait to improve and rebuild his relationship with Blade more after this. Heh. Thank you. Sampo Koski.

#honkai star rail #jingren #sampo koski #jing yuan #blade #tickling #tickle fic #otomiya!writes #hsr #au #lee!sampo #ler!jingyuan #ler!blade

[gimmethatagustd]

Ohhhh how I’ve always wanted to participate in one of these, you are one of my favorite writers & ummm I’m ot7, but but but any member of the Hyung line that’s completely up to you 😮‍💨🥵💜💜 also also number 23 🤍🤍🫣 

Can I, tell you what I think my biggest flaw is, baby? / I try to be consistent, but I can't / Can I, have an honest moment with you right now, baby? / Tell me who the fuck you wanna be

» pairing: yoongi x reader

» genre: BTS | 18+ | drabble | exes | angst

» wc/date: 747 | December 2022

» warnings: emotional manipulation/gaslighting | marking | making out~

» notes: stoppp you're so sweet!! thank you for sending in a request 🥺 i realllly tried not to write yoongi for this one cuz i have multiple yoongi requests BUT I COULD NOT STOP MYSELF so i hope you enjoy. sorry it's ~angsty~ this song really puts me in a mood

You never realized how much space Yoongi had taken up in your life until you packed your belongings into a single suitcase. Four years of life condensed into a small rectangle. 

It didn’t even bulge at the seams. Your clothes were neatly folded inside, along with shoes, accessories, and makeup you hadn’t already brought to your mom’s house. Your electronics were already at home, except for your Switch. You left that on the coffee table in Yoongi’s apartment; he’d bought it for you. It didn’t bother you much to return it. You’d used those games to cope with an emptiness you would no longer need to suffer. 

At least not by the hands of Yoongi. 

“Is this permanent?” 

He watched you answer his question by sliding the key to his apartment off your keychain. It clattered onto the kitchen counter where you’d spent hours making kimchi with Yoongi and Hoseok, back when the two friends still spoke to each other and Yoongi had light in his eyes. They’d always twinkled with mischief like he knew something you didn’t. 

Just wait, his eyes once seemed to say, and you always held onto the edge of your seat. 

Now he stared at you with an empty darkness that made your skin prickle. 

“Baby…” 

“Don’t. Yoongi, please. Don’t.” Your protest was weak. You were weak. 

He slipped his finger beneath your chin and lifted your face to look up at his. Leaning down, he placed a chaste kiss on your lips. When was the last time he’d touched you so gently? His lips were warm and soft. They always were. They molded against yours, locking together like the last two pieces of a puzzle. That was the problem with Yoongi: everything fell into place so easily. 

It started with silly things. He hated crunchy french fries, while you hated the mushy ones. He liked putting away clean dishes, and you preferred to be the one to wash them. You were scared of conflict, and he loved taking care of you. Where one of you was lacking, the other filled in the gaps. 

Until Yoongi was the one taking from you. He took and took and took until you had too many empty gaps you scrambled to fill. 

He pulled back slowly to look you in the eyes. A bit of color was brushed across his cheeks, and his lips were parted slightly. He didn’t look as upset as you expected, but Yoongi had never been predictable. The confidence with which he carried himself was part of the reason why you were drawn to him. It was a quiet confidence, a feeling simmering deep in his soul rather than something boisterous and assaulting. It was an inner strength you’d never had until he taught it to you.  

“We always pull through, baby. Me and you against the world, right? It’s always been me and you.” His smooth voice was a familiar lullaby, but your dreams had turned into nightmares long ago. 

“It’s not me and you anymore, though…” You wanted your voice to be strong and sure, but it wavered as Yoongi slipped his hand beneath your sweater. His cool fingers gripped your hip, and you felt your entire body shiver. 

“Yes, it is.” 

“It’s you and your music. You and your friends. You and everyone else but me.” 

He leaned his forehead against yours, face tilted slightly to whisper against your lips. “You know that’s not true.” 

“Yoongi.” Your heart fluttered despite the weight that pressed into your chest. You wanted him to kiss you again so badly you felt tears burn in the corners of your eyes. He made everything so hard. 

“I love you. It’s always gonna be me and you, jagi. Always.” 

It was wrong to melt into the kiss he gifted you. It was wrong to let your mouth fall open, a soft moan escaping your lips when you felt his tongue swirl against yours. It was wrong to let him pull you flush against his chest and walk you backward until your body pressed against the kitchen counter. It was wrong to open your legs and throw your arms around his neck when he lifted you onto the counter and slotted himself between your thighs. It was wrong to rip your sweater over your head and let it fall onto the tiled floor. 

“Be gentle with me, Yoongi,” you whispered into his dark hair as he decorated your neck with marks sucked into your skin.  

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[artistic-intrxvert]

hot take: reader who is a friend of nene's (and observant), gets dragged along for cleaning, decides to stick around, pays too much attention and reads the squinty-romance of hananene and gets jealous?

Cuz that's the plotline of most of my daydreams for this fandom and I'm curious how you would take it? If you don't want to write it that's okay! Also sorry if this sounds forceful

Hihi! I love this idea sm- I actually added some plot of my own into it as well I hope you don’t mind 👀 It is not forceful at all!! :) None of you ever make me feel like I am forced to write and I want to let you know that. I love writing for you lovely, valid human beings out there :) I am sorry this is out WAY later than I anticipated! I have been so busy lately hahah- Hope you enjoy and have a good day/night!! <3

Warnings: jealousy(does that even count??), Angst but it turns to fluff i promise :), and swearing (bc why not lol)

Proofread: yes💅

Prompt: Hanako with a S/O who is jealous of Nene and Hanako

You made your way to the old school building since it was the end of the day and you had to help clean the bathrooms with Nene. You don't even know why you come with anyways, though the reason could be that you took a liking to a certain ghost boy.

You would never admit it but you were jealous of the relationship that Nene had with the seventh wonder. He would get all close and touchy with her, and all she would do is say that she doesn’t like him like that. What really got to you was while she stated that she didn’t feel that way, she always seemed flustered or embarrassed.

It made sense, though. They seemed to get along, the ghost and the girl. Nene had come in to school one day telling you about how she made a wish to this.. “Hanako-San of the toilet”. Yeah..you were a tiny bit confused on what the hell she was talking about. Your words, exactly. She just looked at you nervously and said that they are good friends now.

That got you thinking, what was her wish? She never did quite tell you. All that she had mentioned was that it had something to do with romance. Wait a minute..could she have wished to be his girlfriend? It would make sense..kind of. Hanako is always flirting with her, touchy and whispers in her ear, which causes her face to heat up and scold him while he laughs his ass off.

But at the same time, she claims that she doesn’t like him like that. This was all so confusing to you. Perhaps Hanako was just one of those friends who likes to flirt with everyone. If so, why did he never flirt with you? It just didn’t make sense. Occasionally Hanako would give you a little tease but that’s about it. He would often stare at you, though. While you think it could mean something, you decide against it.

One time Nene got you all in trouble with the Misaki Stairs ghost (which you eventually ended up becoming friends with and you talk to her a lot) and you remember meeting up with them at the bottom of the boundary.

“..I am still in a bond..” or something like that

Those were Hanako’s words. A bond? What could that mean? The more you thought about it the more it all started to come together. They had a connection with each other. That had to be it. That must be why they are such good friends, but wouldn’t Nene tell you? It would have been easier if she just said it instead of trying to hide it from you.

Your walking came to an abrupt halt. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Hanako clearly took a liking to the girl, therefore you should let go..but you can’t. You cant let go, you’ve tried so hard to not let your feelings get in the way of their “bond”, but it never worked. No matter how goddamn hard you try, you end up liking him all the same.

You felt tears fill the rim of your eye lids. Seriously..? You were crying over this? Before you could even scold yourself you realize where your feet had halt. You read the familiar sign that read ‘Girl’s Restroom’. Well, there is no turning back now, you suppose. You could try to skip cleaning but you tried that once, they found you within five minutes.

You wiped your eyes and took a deep breath. It’s going to be fine, just try to think of something else, You told yourself. Pushing all of your feelings down, you entered the bathroom to hear arguing.

“BUT WHAT IF THEY TRIED TO SKIP CLEANING AGAIN?!” Nene’s voice echoed throughout the bathroom. Before you could announce that you didn’t skip cleaning, you saw Kou turn and look at you with a smile.

“(Name)! There you are! Yahsiro thought you skipped cleaning again but I told her you wouldn’t do that!” Kou turned back to Nene, “See? I told you they’d be fine!”

Nene rolled her eyes but looked at you with a soft grin and looked relieved that you were here. “I was worried about you! Where were you, by the way?” She questioned, letting her head tilt to the side.

“O-oh uhm..I got sidetracked, heh..” You said with a nervous look. The two of them looked at you with suspicion but let it slide. “Wait..where’s Hanako? Isn’t he supposed to be here?”

The two, again, glanced at each other. This time they looked like they were anxious about something. “We thought you knew where he was? Did he not go out to find you?” Kou questioned, a worried look on his face. Nene stared at you, worry and concern filling her eyes. She seemed to care a whole lot that Hanako was nowhere to be found. But, didn’t Kou seem worried too?

“I haven’t..I haven’t seen him today. Are you sure he went to look for me?” You asked, worry entangled in your voice. Nene looked like she was truly in a state of panic and fear. “I..I’m not sure anymore. When we entered the bathroom,” she glanced towards Kou.

“He wasn’t here, we assumed he went to look for you or something,” Kou finished her sentence. Now this was interesting. Hanako is normally waiting for you all to help clean, even Kou. It’s strange and unlike him to just disappear without anyone knowing where he went.

“Well, if we don’t know where he is, should we stay here or should we go look for him?” You questioned, looking for answers between the two individuals that stood before you. Kou stepped forward placing a hand on your shoulder, “It’s probably best to stay here. Although it’s unlike him to just..not be here, he’s probably just out for a meeting or something. I’m sure it will all be fine, (Name).”

Kou was always there for you, no matter what crazy things may be happening. You could hate his best friend and he would still be by your side. He's a good person to talk to and that's why he's the only one that you've told about your crush on Hanako to.

“Well, if you two want to wait here, that’s fine. But I am going to go look for him.” Before either of you could tell her not to and that you should just stay put, she had already dropped her mop and darted out the door.

You glanced over at Kou, curious as to what your next move should be. You opened your mouth to say something but couldn't even begin your sentence before you watch Kou run out the door after Nene. So much for having someone you trust by your side, you think yourself.

You let out a quiet sigh and decided it would be best to help them look, couldn't hurt anything to try. You walked out of the bathroom, mentally preparing yourself in case Hanako decides to jump out and scare you.

He's done that before, you know. One time you were on your way to help Yashiro clean and he jumped out from behind a set of lockers and scared the absolute shit out if you. You look upon that day constantly, hoping he never does that again.

Walking down the corridors of the old building was never your favorite part. It was easier when you were headed to the bathroom for cleaning but since everyone had left to go home except for those in clubs, it was quieter than usual. No students rushing to get to their classes, no whispers about friends behind their back. It all just felt so strange.

The silence of the hallways were starting to freak you out, so you decided to call out Hanako's name. Surely that will catch his attention right? Anytime you'd been in danger and you or someone else called out his name, Hanako showed up within seconds.

"Hanako? Where are you? This isn't funny.." Your voice rang out through the halls. Echoes filled your ears, but there wasn't any sound that wasn't your own bouncing off of the walls. Where could he have gone?

You were now by one of the staircases. Before you could enter, you heard laughter and scolding coming from what sounded like two voices. You'd recognize those voices from anywhere! Nene had found Hanako! Thank God, you were starting to get worried.

"Aww, were you really that worried about me?" Hanako spoke in a teasing tone, hands pinching Nene's cheeks. "Yes, and so was (Name). Speaking of, I left them and Kou in the bathroom so we should go back to them before they start to-" she was cut off by Hanako tilting her head up towards his face.

Your heart stopped, eyes widened at the scene before you. Although they didn't actually kiss and Hanako was just teasing, it looked like they kissed to you. Your eyes started to tear up for the second time that day. This time you let them fall.

Nene tried moving her head out of Hanako's hand and noticed you standing there, tears rolling down your cheeks as you stood with a look of betrayal and pain. "(Name)! What's wrong? Did something happen?" She called out to you, but as soon as she finished her sentence you took off where you came.

Hanako turned around just in time to see you run out the door. "(Name)?" He called out but you had ready taken off and your footsteps were getting further and further away. "What just happened?" Hanako looked towards Nene, hoping she had answers.

She didn't say anything as she ran up the stairs and in the direction you went in hope of getting to you. Hanako was left alone in the stairwell. He pulled his hat down slightly and his Haku-joudai twirled around him as he disappeared.

Hanako reappeared in the bathroom, hoping he'd find you there. Instead he found Kou and Nene arguing with each other. "I thought you said you saw them!" Kou shouted. "I did! But then they left without a word and the worst part is they were crying! I don't know where they went!" Nene fired back.

"QUIET! Both of you.." Hanako pushed the two away from each other. He cleared his throat before begining again. "Now, would someone please explain to me what is going on and where (Name) is?"

"I don't know where they are, but I saw them by the top of the stairwell earlier and they looked like they were crying. I asked them what was wrong but they ran off.." Nene said, guilt seething through her voice.

"Hm..well I guess we better go look for them, shouldn't we?" Hanako replied, grabbing both of their wrists and pulling them out of the bathroom to begin the search.

-

You found yourself crying on the Misaki Stairs, making sure you don't touch the fourth step. Yako came by earlier thinking some random person was on the stairs but once she saw you she sat down and attempted to calm you down.

You let out another soft cry as she sat next to you, rubbing your back in a comforting manner. She had gone into her human form not long after she sat next to you.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked, she sounded like she didn't want to be there but you knew she was trying her best. "I guess, it wouldn't hurt to talk about it," you said in between sniffles.

So you explained what had happened, that you had feelings for the honorable no.7 and that you saw him kiss Nene, not leaving out a single detail. "Hm..sounds to me like your out of luck kid. No.7 is a tricky person, I've found. Very pushy, hypocritical, and only cares about himself. If I were you, I'd find someone better," she said, turning back into a fox.

You looked at her with shock but you couldn't say she was wrong. Hanako was tricky person, that boy. He was always trying to get people to tell him all for their secrets but never told a single thing about himself. Now that you think of it, maybe it is all kind of stupid-

"(Name).."

You looked up and saw him, the one person you hoped wouldn't see you like this. There he stood, in all of his ghostly glory. He looked concerned and worried but most of all he looked hurt. What could have hurt him? You wouldn't know.

"Hanako? What are you doing here?" You asked wiping your face with your hands, an attempt to get rid of your tears. Yako looked between the two of you before turning around and running up the stairs, out of view and to wherever those halls lead.

"Nevermind that, what is wrong? Did something happen?" He crouched in front of you, looking into your sad, puffy eyes. You felt yourself having butterflies with how close he was, but you shake off the feeling. "No, nothing happened. I just..nevermind, it's stupid and doesn't matter anyway-"

You began to step off the stairs and walk away before you feel someone grab your wrist and soon enough you have been pinned against the wall. You face instantly flushed. Hanako didn't look angry, but now you understand why he looks hurt. He's hurt that you are in pain and feel like you can't talk to him.

"Tell me what's wrong...please?" He took one of his hands and placed it against the side of your face, gently stroking his thumb in a comforting manner. "I...I got jealous.." you started, tears prickling your eyes once more. "I saw that you kissed Nene and I just...I just wish you would flirt with me the way you do with her or be touchy with me. Hell, I wish you would kiss me the way you kiss her..but I know you're in a bond with her so I know it's not possi-" you were cut off by his finger against your lips.

"Why didn't you just say so, dear? I would have happily kissed you earlier if I knew you liked me too~" he spoke in a teasing tone that also felt genuine. You smiled, tears finally leaked, a tint of pink on your face. Hanako was quick to wipe them with a smile.

"Wait, like back? If you liked me, then why did you kiss Yashiro earlier?" You questioned.

He chuckled and said, "Oh, sweet (Name), I didn't kiss her. I was teasing her as I usually do, but to you that must have been seen as a smooch, hm?"

You let out a soft chuckle and wrapped your arms around Hanako. "I guess it was the angle then, huh? I'm glad you feel the same, though. I didn't know how much longer I could go before I pulled you to the side one day and kissed you myself." You teased back, an attempt to fluster him that seemed to work.

Or so you thought. He leaned his head down towards your ear and whispered, "Whats stopping you from doing that right now?" Your face flushed and before you could say anything you heard the voices of Kou and Nene, calling your and Hanako's names.

You pulled away before immediately running towards them in attempt to escape what you thought was about to become a flirt war between you and Hanako. "Everything alright, (Name)? You seemed pretty upset earlier.." Nene asked. You smiled and said, "Yep! I was just a little worried about something is all."

Hanako floated over and butted in after you. "Yep! They're just fine! Now, let's go back to cleaning! Those toilets aren't going to clean themselves!" He said with such a high level of enthusiasm. Kou and Nene groaned but began walking back towards the bathroom.

You walked behind them as Hanako clung onto you the whole way back to the bathroom. Heh, you were never going to hesitate to help Nene clean again.

-

I am SO sorry that this came out late! The gods of motivation have disappeared randomly but they have returned and I hope to get my other requests done as well! Hope you enjoyed and hope you have an amazing New Year, everyone!

-artistic-intrxvert

#tbhk x reader #jshk x reader #tbhk #jshk #hanako kun x reader #hanako x reader

[rawesomesauce]

the ultimatum s3 thoughts so far

Lisa: Abuser! Liar! Pick me! She was embarrassing from start to finish and I already know her bird ass not coming to the reunion. Get off my screen.

Brian: I'm so sorry you're trapped with this woman. He seems like a genuinely good guy, honestly just co parent and detach yourself from that unhealed toxic ass banshee.

Trey: 9/10, He is almost the whole package, but I really think he should let Riah go if he can't compromise on her wanting to have some experiences before marriage, cuz as a 24 year old still figuring shit out, I empathize with all her worries. That being said-

Riah: GIRLY! If you want to live your life for you like you say you do, you don't need your man to come with you to the city especially if he don't wanna be there! Also, either move past him catching feelings or end the relationship. It isn't fair to dwell on things, especially cuz you knew the consequences coming into this. I love her though, she's real one and I feel like we'd be friends.

James: I hate when men make their trauma everyone else's problem. Either make steps to heal or shut the fuck up! Why should the women around him accommodate to his brooding? Ryann deserves a man who is willing to communicate with her because she's such a catch, and I think she's settling for James and he can feel it too, so he strings her along so he feels he has the upper hand in the relationship. I hope to God she pushes for him to go to therapy or honey there's a big storm coming.

Ryann: I love this girl omg, she is so sweet and down to earth. But 7 years? They need time apart to date other people for real so she can realize some men are ready to put in effort immediately and don't need to be pulled by the ear. But I just know she'll settle anyways so it's sad.

Roxanne: At first I liked her, but realized she's one of those girl boss feminists very much giving barbieland at the beginning of the movie. She needs a wake up call, but her man is a coffee table so she's not gonna get one.

Alex: Before I get into why he bothers me, I have to point out I am so glad he put Roxanne in her place. She met her match with this guy and it pissed both of them off to not be able to walk over their partners which is why both of them came back to their exes with such relief. BUT this douchebag keeps telling Kat that she's "pleasant" to be around, and while that's a reasonable request for a future spouse to not be generally unpleasant, the way he says it is very much giving "keep sweet" if you know what I mean.

Kat: Referring to my previous statement, I wonder what religion this couple follows if any because the way Kat "submits" to Alex is familiar and disheartening to watch. That being said, Kat is such a people pleaser, she literally agreed with every single person on the show the entire time and the only time she argued or said a conflicting opinion it was in DEFENSE of Alex. So yeah, I worry for her.

Antonio: S to the I to the M to the P. Like i'm sorry roxanne despises you and you don't have the self respect or insight to vocalise it, because we KNOW you KNOW you just don't wanna say it. But in his defense, I think Roxanne is verbally abusive so she reinforces his insecurities and uses finances as leverage over him. If he wasn't so focused on self loathing he would see his relationship is a form of self harm and would take steps to leave. But I'm not a fan of victim blaming so I genuinely feel bad for him.

#the ultimatum

[strawhatsoraya]

Hello dear! ♥╣[-_-]╠♥

I have a request for you if u don't mind! (｡・//ε//・｡)

Can i please ask for a scenario with Shanks and Law when they first meet fem! s/o that is physically the stereotyped version of the little short girl with a cute face but when they spend just the tiniest amount of time with her they immediately realize that her personality isn't even close to be compared her appearance cuz she's more of like a talkative, action-oriented, enthusiastic, and out-going type of person and they're just so perplexed lmao.

Like for Shanks it could be when he was at Party's and she was there just animatedly telling Makino how she nearly fell of a tree cuz she thought she had some insect in her skirt like what she was even doing on a tree?? Insp dialogue: “this sounds like you’re flirting with me.” “…i have been trying to do that for three years now." " ...But i thought u just wanted to climb trees with me..?"

And for Law I cannot imagine an other scenario than her being a strawhat and him being 'forced' in staying with them because of the alliance lmao. To the point to suspecting her being Luffy's sister or something, but also it would get him off guard cuz SHE is NOT LOGICAL! Lol Insp dialogue: “you’re cute..” “what?” “i said you look like a fruit.” “that doesn’t even make any sense.. *confused*”

Of course you can change them as you want boss 😉!

I hope you have fun writing them 💜 and please feel free to delete the ask if you don't want to do them! 🌻

I went ahead and picked Shanks because Shanks is hot. No other reason. (not that Law isn't but...preferences). Anyway let's get into the nitty gritty! It's a little short scenario with an open ending.

A Face; A Name

SHANKS X READER | SFW

WORD COUNT: 463

CONTENT WARNING: alcohol consumption. that's it folks.

A familiar bar, in a familiar village. Shanks, despite being a pirate, sometimes did feel like a creature of comfort. He enjoyed knowing exactly who the patrons were of the bar, he enjoyed knowing that he was always welcome for a drink. He enjoyed knowing everyone’s name, and how easily he could attach a face to the memory.

It was strange that he couldn’t figure out where he knew you from.

Your legs hung over the stool, swinging in the air. He smirked behind his glass, swirling his amber colored drink thoughtfully. He couldn’t figure out your age, and he thought he knew all the kids of the village. You were no Luffy, that much he knew.

A round face, and big round eyes that became more animated the more you talked. You were speaking to Makino, but your voice–loud, a little low and hoarse–reached the rest of the patrons. Did you know that? 

Shanks tilts his head, curiosity tickling his brain. In all honesty, he should probably leave you alone to your own devices. You were better off that way, plus it seemed you were busy pushing off the advances of a semi drunk man. He watches you, tongue behind a molar, as your mouth twists in annoyance. The amount of expletives dropping from your bow shaped lips was enough to put all of his crewmates to shame.

He tries to bite back a smile, but it’s futile. Especially as your hot temper, quick to flare, seemed also quick to die down. You were laughing with Makino again, about something he didn’t quite catch, and banging on the bar top as if you had heard the funniest joke in all the seas.

Unable to bear it any longer, Shanks carries his drink and his body towards you. He takes possession of an empty seat next to you, where you had chased off the man just seconds prior. A silent motion, and Makino understood–a drink was on him.

“You said something about a tree?” he asks, a sidelong glance taking in your profile. The whiskey burns his throat. 

“And what about it?” you ask him, eyes narrowing slightly as you look at him through long lashes. He can’t help it–he smiles again.

“Just curious.” 

And curiosity was known to be the downfall of men, but many men were not like Shanks. He had no fear, so he turned to face you with a crooked smirk stretching his lips.

“If you can’t talk about it, why don’t you show me the tree instead. Maybe you’ll tell me your name”

He watches you purse your lips, and wonders if you keep your name hidden behind your teeth. You smile, a little bit toothy, a little ominously.

“Good luck with that,” you murmur before you laugh.

#fic request #shanks x reader #shanks x y/n #shanks x you #one piece shanks #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n

[justa-smalltown-gargoyle]

this is a rant post, me just unloading my anger so that my poor friends and family don’t have to hear it, this is about Secret Invasion but really Marvel as a whole. Again, this is a grumpy post, and if you’ve come to the tag cuz you’re excited to talk about Secret Invasion, all good, but probably don’t read this post cuz I know the horrible feeling when someone kills my vibe. 

also major spoilers ahead for Secret Invasion episode 1.

What the actual fuck.

No really.

What the fuck.

I was not super excited for secret invasion because the last few Marvel works have been lacking, the last one I enjoyed was Wakanda Forever. It however did not quite hit the spot that Marvel movies usually do.

However, I still tuned in today- watched the episode, not gonna lie, it was slow going. Many people said this was different, more intriguing. To me, it was the same old same old. Literally how the fuck do you mess up an invasion lead by shapeshifters? How the hell do you make that boring? 

It was great to see Fury, Maria and Talos again, but it’s frustrating because we really haven’t had any answers to what he’s (Fury) been REALLY up to all this time. And all this talk about abandoning earth, and “you’re not the same since the blip” because heaven forbid they let Fury keep his swag since he’s seemingly the main character. They really said to make this threat seem legitimate we need Fury to seem in over his head. When has he ever not been??? Just because someone is the main character doesn’t mean we need all their cards on the table as the audience. 

Aside from all those issues, and just being “generic rebel group are evil”, once again. Seems a bit fishy to me- Captain Marvel was so interesting by making them *not* the bad guys, but yet. Here we are.

And then, they fucking killed Maria Hill. 

One, severely under-developed character, who’s beloved, but never had enough screen time since day one. Marketed her as a selling point. and then killed her. Seems familiar to me, a bit too familiar. 

It gives me the same feeling of when they killed Nat for no fucking reason all over again. Idk maybe this time, Maria “isn’t actually dead” and I’m gonna look like a fool but it doesn’t seem like it. I’m tired of them pulling this. It’s a death purely for shock purposes and that is shitty-ass writing. And once again! Killing women to motivate men! Which is the third time they’ve done this, if not more, I’m only counting from Infinity War. 

It’s cheap. All their new content is cheap. And I don’t want to disregard the work that the writers, vfx crew, the actors and set crew and directors are doing- they’re working with what they got. But it’s clear that Marvel is trying to churn out so much so fast that they aren’t allowing time for the creative process, nor are they ever allowing for creativity at all. Once again, Maria Hill is another name in a long list of wasted opportunities by Marvel. 

I used to enjoy these movies so much and I think it’s truly devastating to me, realizing what it’s become and the fact I probably won’t ever experience those feelings again.

I am looking forward to the Marvels film, Daredevil Born Again and a little bit about a few others, but honestly, my hopes aren’t too high.

#marvel #secret invasion #mcu #disney+ #brb gonna go watch spiderverse for the nine millionth time

[bizzyb3e]

Spoiler free review, spoilers below cut

I just watched the School for Good and Evil movie and wow

Overall, I’m pretty disappointed. It was a fun watch, don’t get me wrong, it was fun picking out familiar characters and seeing them on screen, and the story is alright, but it just felt… lacking? Like most of the characters go unnamed, and it’s frustrating for people who have read the books and enjoy those side characters. The plot also felt very rushed. I watched it with my mom, who has never touched the books, and she said she felt like she was missing some context at certain parts, like some scenes and reasonings didn’t quite make sense yet.

And the CGI was pretty inconsistent? Like in some scenes it would be incredible and others it looked very… choppy? Idk, it felt like it was changing styles every two seconds.

However, I do think that despite the rough storyline (which is still alright) the actors did the best they could with what they were given. And the costumes were absolutely gorgeous.

There’s still a few nitpicky things but I don’t really feel like typing it all out cuz it’s late and I’m tired. ALTHOUGH I am going to rant about the characters and cut scenes from the book now, so spoilers below.

oh boy oh boy do I have complaints:

WHERE WAS THE WONDERFUL GORGEOUS AMAZING SCENE BETWEEN AGATHA AND DOVEY ABOUT AGATHA REALIZING SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL???? Reading that scene as a kid literally brought me to tears bc I was super self-conscious about myself, and it is my favorite scene in the entire series. AND ITS NOT THERE? 1568 wounded and 182 dead.

speaking of Agatha, while I love Sofia wylie, she was?? Too pretty?? like whenever the other characters would call her “witch” or “ugly” it just didn’t land bc she was literally gorgeous. And she blended in too well with the Evers, the whole point is she’s an outsider, she sticks out, but she fit right in. Wasnt goth enough :<

wth was the “blood magic” crap. Like huh

NO SWAN SYMBOLS ON UNIFORMS??? Like they even include the school insignia in the beginning, WHATS THE POINT IF THERES NO SWANS

while I can appreciate the chemistry that they gave tedros and agatha in the movie, I really wish that they had included more rivalry. Bc those two literally hated each other in the books.

Also Sophie talked about tedros being her “true love” for like two seconds and then it was pushed to the side. Like. He’s kinda the reason she goes full evil and all, but their relationship was just?? Nonexistent. Like she wears a few good outfits and suddenly their testing their love for each other in the trial by tale.

trial by tale was done DIRTY. Instead of being a massive school-wide competition between schools, they turned it into some flimsy tophie thing that literally only lasted like 10 minutes tops. That was such a big deal in the book pls

WHERE IS SIR AUGUST SADER??? MY MANS WHO HAD AGATHAS BACK.

They were missing so many characters???? Like Castor and Pollux and Uma and the BEAST FROM THE DOOM ROOM WHICH IS A WHOLE OTHER RANT. Also a BUNCH of the characters just. Go unnamed. Like do they even introduce Kiko or Chad. And even the characters who are seem so bland and forgettable.

THE BEAST. THE DOOM ROOM. THE WONDERFUL SCENE WHERE YOU SEE SOPHIE’S TRUE EVIL. GONE. Like what was that.

Where were anadil’s rats??? How hard is it to get rats???

also anadil and dot seemed way too similar. And Hester’s character was inconsistent. Also dot not being played by a larger actor lowkey bugs me.

Sophie did NOT get to be evil enough smh

CIRCUS OF TALENTS ANYONE HELLOOOOO????

I know they kinda revealed what happens to failed students but not revealing that theyre the werewolves and fairies was so disappointing.

I cant believe we didn’t get Sophie singing T^T it’s not a big issue, but I still wanted to include it bc Sophia ann Caruso (her actor) was literally ON BROADWAY. My girl can SING. LET HER SHOW OFF.

no pink fingerglow for sophie :<

RAFAL IN GENERAL? Like what was that. He just walks around school disguised as his brother? Casually jump scares Agatha?? NO MASK?? genuinely upset me

also not really a criticism to the movie, but watching it on screen made me realize how creepy rafal and Sophie’s relationship actually is. Like. Yikes.

Upset that Yuba didn’t get enough spotlight

Also I wish they got the chance to show off the “room of champions” or whatever it was for both schools. Or Arthur’s menagerie. But I can live without it.

Sophie and Agatha not knowing about the schools in the beginning?? Like huh?? Sophie has dreamed about going there her whole life what do you meannnn

Honora being mean to Sophie rubbed me the wrong way. Like she’s supposed to be a very plain and nice woman, and I felt like Sophie still disliking her despite that gave Sophie’s character more depth

WHERE. ARE. THE. DREAMS. The nemesis dreams, Agatha’s true live dreams, WHERE ARE THEY? they could have helped explain so much for why Sophie was just suddenly like “oh yeah you’re my nemesis” and tedros declaring his love. Also they DIDNT talk about nemesis symptoms at all. At least that I remember. It felt so random when Sophie started turning into the witch.

okay im gonna end it with some positive things cuz I’ve just been ranting lmao

Loved lady lesso ngl. So gay for her.

having tedros not kill some unnamed kid as a gargoyle, but a kid that we got to actually know was a lot more satisfying. Really got the point across

HESTADIL CRUMBSSSSSS

honestly I was worried that they would chicken out of making Sophie ugly as a witch, but they did alright with it. Kudos.

Tedros and Agatha chemistry yesssss. When she tripped and he caught her>>>

Yes anemone POP OFF QUEEN

the wish fish scene was GORGEOUS

I liked the bit of background they gave Gavaldon. Like Agatha and Sophie’s classmates talking to them. That was nice :]

I honestly enjoyed covey’s character. She was a little manic at times, and a little different from the books, but I thought it fit the movie well. And I cracked a few smiles at it

Tedros and Agatha again. Sassy Agatha in their first conversation <3333

the ever Boys’ entrance was well done :>

Hester’s demon was FANTASTIC and absolutely sick

HORT MY BABY YES KING

that’s all I really have the brainpower to think about and write down. Also this became way longer than I thought it would. I had to rant about it somewhere cuz my friends haven’t watched nor read it and my mom didn’t want to hear it lol. Anyway, those are just my opinions on the movie. Even though I had a lot to complain about, the movie was still an enjoyable watch. It’s always cool seeing familiar characters in live action :D

#I’m already bracing myself for the queerbaiting allegations #but yeah that’s movie was okay #pretty disappointed but I’ve simmered down after typing this all out #the school for good and evil #sge movie #dont feel like tagging all the characters #long post

[lostandfem]

hi ! I don't know if I could call myself detrans, since I've only transitionned socially/mentally. I discovered your blog throught the detrans tag and your 'comic' panel.

I apologize if it's weird, but I had this urge to talk to you, to someone who gets it.

I've identified as a trans guy from age 13 to 18, and had planned to have top surgery and T and all. It was far from a joke, and this also aggravated tons of social issues, my eating disorder, difficulties to breathe due to binder and self harm...

Nobody seems to really take it seriously. My trans Friends are just like ''yeah, you just were wrong about yourself'' and are okay with me as long as I'm not a 'terf'. My parents are happy to have a daughter as if it wasn't difficult for me.

I still have dysphoria. Whenever I see a man, Real, fictionnal, it hurts so Bad and I ache to be him. I can't accept my female body or voice, my social position either. To be made of this flesh is humiliating to me. I thought about transitioning in the end, even if it's Bad for the health and there's no way to be really a man, just to stop the ache a bit .

I know my situation is not at serious as you, since you medically transitionned, and I cannot imagine how hard this must be. (And I'm sorry if I offended you by comparing our experiences.)

Is there anyway to talk to people like me and you ? I feel so alone and misunderstood. Thanks you, and good Luck in your life .

I’m so sorry for your experience. And I’m so sorry I took so long to answer this. I was on a break for a while.

I almost just want to leave this ask here and let it speak for itself. Let it stand as a testimony for the experience. I relate a lot to it. I’m familiar with that ache. I want to be seen, to be understood, to share bonds and have belonging. And I’ve really only seen men represented that way in a way I can relate to. In a way that’s not about being catty or doing your nails or any number of stereotypes.

Part of the reason I stopped transitioning is that I had the realization that it wouldn’t work. There wouldn’t be any number of surgeries or hormones that would make me just like them. That I was only forcing my body to do things it didn’t want to do in order to fit some standard I decided for it.

It sucks a lot that it seems to be a common detrans experience that no one gets how hard it is. That it’s so easily dismissed as “oh yeah you had the wrong label for a while, but it’s okay cuz you have the right one now :)”. Even without medical transition, it’s still a whole mindset shift and facing your pain head on. I’m sorry you had to have your experiences dismissed so easily.

Tbh the only detrans people I talk to are in radfem spaces. Discords and more private spaces usually. But other than that I don’t have any idea. Most of the time, I think, we’re kinda pushed into the fringes or into silence so we’re hard to find. I’m happy to chat for a while if you need it. I can’t guarantee I’ll help with anything, but sometimes it’s just nice to talk to people you can compare experiences to

#asks #detrans experience

[sunny6677]

October

(A Spooky Month AU Series)

PART 19/CHAPTER 19: Another Familiar Face.

Summary: A 19-year old Skid ends up moving back to his old town for the sake of nostalgia. But he finds himself surrounded by familiar faces.

TWS: PUMP BEING A LITTLE MORE OF AN ASSHOLE THAN USUAL, PROFANITY, ARGUING, BICKERING, SLIGHT WANTING TO UNALIVE IMPLICATIONS, SKID AND PUMP HAVE ISSUES, PUMP NEEDS THERAPY, PUMP HAS ANGER ISSUES, YELLING.

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The two of them had awkwardly walked along the sidewalk, completely silent. Skid looked down at the light gray sidewalk, avoiding eye contact with his former friend who had been beside him. While Pump, the former friend in question, had merely been staying quiet while looking off to the side, his head slightly tilted. It was weird, but both of them had their hands in their pockets for some reason, like they were in sync or something. The silence was so thick you could cut it with a knife, as if it had been a slice of cake that you could easily slice through with a sharp object.

After a bit, Skid stopped in his tracks, and spotted a bench outside of what looked to be either a resturant or a shop. Pump stopped in his tracks, looking at Skid in slight confusion. Then, Skid wondered over to the bench, and slowly sat down, looking down at his legs as if still avoiding eye contact with Pump. Pump sighed, and walked over to the bench, he then sat next to Skid, and leaned back in the spot he had sat in a little bit. The two remained quiet. Skid found himself glancing at Pump, he had been thinking about what Pump had said when he had been upset earlier.

Did Pump truly think no one cared about him? Did he truly think Skid didn't care about him? But why? There was no reason for him to think that.. right?

Skid only realized a few seconds later that Pump had now been staring back at him, which caused him to immediately look back down at his legs. He didn't want to seem weird or anything, he didn't want to seem rude or anything either. He was just.. thinking, he guessed.

Skid had only realized this now, but the both of them looked a bit.. different compared to how they looked a few hours ago. The two of them now had slight bruises on random parts of their body, and their hair appeared to be a little messy now, as if they hadn't brushed it in a few days. Pump sighed, looking at Skid, "So, what now?"

"I.. I don't know, I just needed to think." Skid answered, not making any eye contact with Pump still. His voice sounded gentle, quiet, and meek, compared to Pumps more confident and bold voice. There was an awkward pause in the middle of the, both for a moment, before Pump yet again let out another sigh. Skid then paused, before speaking up, "Pump?"

"Yeah?" Pump said, raising a brow. "...why did you try to save me?" Skid asked, sounding genuinely curious, yet also still quiet and meek. For a few moments, silence lingered through the air, and Pump did not give a verbal answer. Pump then finally spoke, "What do you mean why did I try to save you? I'm not just gonna leave you die, even if we both used to know that weird eye monster in our childhood. I still can't believe that thing is real.." Pump said that last part quietly, looking almost afraid.

"I can't believe that he's real either.." Skid quietly said, but then nervously smiled, "..but hey, I guess it was to be expected. We cam across a lot of other monsters like him after all.." Pump rolled his eyes, and said, "Yeah, and I wish we never did. Why did we always get so involved with the supernatural anyway?"

"I guess.. 'cuz we were dumb kids, we were just having fun." Skid shrugged. There was another awkward silence for a moment. "But.. why did you try to save me, Pump? Aren't you still mad at me?" Skid questioned gently, in a slightly soft side curious tone. Pump didn't answer for a few moments, before sighing yet again, and saying, "Skid, even though I think your full of shit.. I'm not going to just let someone from my childhood potentially be ripped apart by some weird tentacle monster that looks like a peacock on steroids.. or maybe even a spider on barrels of steroids." Pump paused, before speaking again, "But, listen.. I wouldn't ever let you just.. die like that, okay? As.. as much as I think your an asshole now, I still don't think you deserve to die."

There was a long silence for a moment. Skid looked at Pump, his eyes slightly now lit up a bit. It seemed as if for a moment, a glimmer of hope gleamed inside of Skids pupils. "Dont get yourself almost killed on me again, alright? You didn't move back here just to end up dead, there's no reason for you to just get killed off like that even though you clearly have your whole life ahead of you." Pump said. In this moment, he seemed.. genuine, and less aggresive. He spoke in a low and raspy tone, but.. he didn't seem aggresive like usual, despite him having a "resting bitch face" as one may call it.

"Uh.. I'll try not to, I don't know.. that all just happened on its own because I wanted my mug back, and I wanted to help you get your jacket back, so.." Skid trailed off, slightly fidgeting with his hands. "Yeah, but you still almost died. The next time I get something stolen from me, your not coming with me, even if they stole some shit from you too. I can handle shit on my own, I don't need your help, because clearly if you do try and help, you'll almost fucking die." Pump said with a few gestures of his hands. Skid pauses, and says, "But.. Eyes wasn't even dangerous, he just wanted candy."

"Yeah, but that thing can still kill you if it really wants to. The only reason it didn't do anything was because of the damn spooky month thing you brought up." Pump said, in a matter-of-fact an raspy tone. "I.. don't really believe that. We befriended him when we were young.. I don't think he'd just kill me like that." Skid spoke, seeming genuine and trusting with his words.

"Please, we don't even know what that damn thing is capable of! You can't just trust some weird demonic eye thing from our childhood just because we had candy with him when we were young. If it changes its mind about us, we can both easily get killed!" Pump paused after saying that in a slightly more raised tone, he then looked at Skid, having an unsure glance all of the sudden. "You don't.. want to get yourself killed, do you?" Pump hesitantly asked.

...Skid hesitated, glancing at Pump for a little longer than he usually would have. He had an unsure and nervous gaze as he remained silent. He opened his mouth to speak—

"Uh, sirs?"

A oddly familiar, masculine, scrawny and raspy voice suddenly spoke up from right in front of them. The two stopped talking, and immediately turned their heads to the source of the voice. It appeared to be a tall man, who didnt seem too young, he seemed to be in his early thirties at least. His hair was pitch black and neat, and he had slight eyebags. He was wearing a white button up, with some blue jeans and black shoes. Something about him seemed.. weirdly familiar.

"You okay? You two look like you've been through a lot. Did.. did something happen?" The tall man questioned, he sounded almost as if he were some anxious teenager with the way his voice sounded. Had you only been listening to his voice, surely, you would have mistaken him for being either a teenager or a man in his early twenties. Skid and Pump looked down at theirselves, noticing their slightly bruised and messy state now.

"Uh.. yeah, we're okay, sir. We just.." Skid paused, "..we ended up getting kind of caught up in something, and.. this ended up happening." Pump crossed his arms, looking at the strange man with his eyebrow slightly raised. "Oh, uh.. that sounds.. that doesn't sound good. Is—Is there anything I can do to help?" The man asked, seeming concerned for whatever just happened to the two he had seemingly never met before already.

Pump sighed, "No, we tried fixing the situation ourselves, but things ended up going downhill.. now the police are getting our things back instead." Pump seemed mildly frustrated, crossing his arms, and looking down at his lap. "W—What he means is.. we ended up getting something stolen from us, but.. neither of us were thinking about calling the police since we wanted to get our things back as fast as we could, so.. we ended up going through a lot of trouble to get it back, but the police ended up showing up.. and now we're waiting for them to get our stuff back." Skid explained with soft gestures of his hands, looking down at his own lap too.

The man suddenly went silent, and then spoke in a cautious tone, "Uh.. I see. By chance.. did.. any of that involve that weird monster with eyes I ended up seeing around town earlier?" He seemed almost anxious all of the sudden. The two went silent for a bit, as if taking in what he just said. "Uh.. yeah, why?" Pump asked, as if this had been a completely casual and slightly confusing thing, he seemed genuinely confused as to why the man would ask that at all.

"Um.. your names don't happen to be.. Skid and Pump.. right? Are those your names?" The man asked suddenly, he seemed as if he was in shock as he asked this question, but he seemed.. weirdly relieved at the same time. The two went silent, both a bit anxious now. "How.. how the hell do you know our names?" Said Pump, completely ready to jump this man if they both had a stalker on their hands. Even if he was a little hurt physically right now, Pump didn't mind beating the absolute hell out of someone if they were stlaking him and his former friend.

The man then said, "Its.. Its me, Kevin. You.. you remember me, right, kids? I—I was the candy store cashier at the Candy Store that used to be downtown?"

As if in sync, Skid and Pump both blinked st the same time, though they had different expressive reactions. Skids eyes widened, and in a slightly relieved but weirdly shocked and almost happy tone, "K—Kevin?"

Pump, after widening his eyes, then placed his face into his hands. He then spoke in a slightly frustrated and raised tone, "Goddamni—"

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"S—So, how have you two been? I haven't seen either of you in a while.." Kevin said, still standing in front of the both of them. The two of them had now been standing up, though both of them had different demeanors. Pump had a slightly irritated, and cold demeanor. While Skid had a more gentle and relieved demeanor.

Skid gently answered, "O—Oh, uh.. I've been doing okay. I was adopted by a really nice foster family, and.. and they were really nice to me when they raised me. I—I dont really have a job at the moment though, and I kinda just came back here, so.. i might have to look for one."

"Oh, well.. there's a local writing business down there that'll pay you to edit papers or to write articles, I think the price they pay you is pretty low though. And there's even an art business down here somewhere.. if your any good at art, they'll pay you for just drawing. Depending on how much you sell, anyway.." Kevin suggested, seemingly more warm than how he used to be. He seemed to be a lot more relaxed than how he used to be, in fact. Had Kevin perhaps not been annoyed by either of them anymore?

"Oh, um.. thanks, Kevin, I'll look into it, heh.." Skid nervously chuckled, averting eye contact with Kevin. He nervously stroked his own hand. Was Kevin just pretending not to be annoyed, or was he being sarcastic like usual? Skid wasn't able to tell if he was being genuine about his words or not.

After a bit of awkward silence, Kevin then questioned, "So, Pump, how've you been, kid?"

Pumps face flickered with absolute anger for a moment, before he sighed, and said, "First of all, don't call me that.. second of all, I've been.. okay, I guess. Being a coffee shop cashier is kind of shitty to be honest.. at the very least, I'm being payed some shitty minum wage in return. Not much.. but hey, it's not like life will get any more shitty, right?" Pump said in a sarcastic tone, forcing a fake grin.

Kevin seemed a little taken aback, not expecting Pump to swear. But he empathized with Pump a little, knowing full well how it felt to have a shitty job. "Oh.. hey, kid, I understand what it's like to have a crappy job. Being payed to work ten or eight or maybe less hours, only to receive a lot less money then you were expecting really does suck. Do you know if theres any other jobs around right now that you could take?" Kevin said, trying to be gentle with Pump.

"No, Kevin, there isn't any. Why are you trying to help me anyway? Didn't you hate me and Skid because we kept bringing you trouble or something?" Pump sighed, raising a brow in calm confusion and irritation. Kevin paused, and said awkwardly, "Well.. i didnt exactly hate either of you, you two would bring me trouble, but you two were just kids.. it wasnt really your fault that those things kept happening. I dont think either of you could control any of what happened, since you two seemed to just.. think it was normal."

"Well, Kevin, I don't think either of us really thought it was normal.. Skid over here just really liked weird spooky shit, and I'd usually just play along with it since he seemed to be having fun with it." Pump gestured to Skid, who then slightly widened his eyes. Skid spoke up, "Pump, you liked spooky month.. you know you liked it just as much as anyone who joined in on what we did together did." Pump rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah.. keep telling yourself that all you want." It seemed "Jerk Pump" was now back.

Skid paused, and then slightly raised his voice a little, sounding almost desperate, "Y—You did like it! No one just joins in on something and is that convincing about it for every Halloween just to make a friend happy! It's fine to say that you liked it, really—" Pump snarled, and gritted his teeth, and sharply turned to Skid, "Skid, can we please not do this right now? I really don't feel like repeating this same stupid fucking argument with you again.. whats the point in even arguing about it anyway? It was just some stupid obsession you had when you were a kid that i went along with because it made you happy!"

"Uh.. kids?" Kevin tried to say, raising a hand.

"Wha—what do you mean can we not do this right now? Y—You've basically been bickering with me and back and forth for the past hour, and this is where you draw the line?" Skid says, raising his tone more.

"Yeah, because you won't stop provoking me to start bickering with you! Don't act like your all innocent, Skid!" Pump yells back, clenching his fists slightly.

"Kids—" Kevin tries to say again, but he's yet again interrupted.

"Dont act like I'm all innocent?! Look at you! Your being a jerk for no reason, and yet your the one acting like I'm being unreasonable here! Your doing this all because of some petty argument we had when we were kids, and yet I'm the one who's in the wrong here?!" Skid yelled, frustration now in his tone.

Pump grunts, now visibly pissed off. Pump raises his tone, taking an angry step foward toward Skid, almost as if he were practically leaping toward Skids direction, "It wasn't just an argument, Skid, you know it wasn't—"

"Kids!" Kevin yells.

The two went silent yet again, they had been bickering, and had yet again been interrupted. How many times had this happened today? Why were they even bickering so much?

"Kids, what is up with you? Why are you two arguing like this?" Kevin asked, seeming almost in shock from the sudden argument the two had a few moments ago before he interrupted them both. Pump sighs in frustration, "It isn't any of your business, Kevin! Why do you care so much anyway?! And stop fucking calling me that!"

"It isn't any of my business? Kid, the two of you just started fighting for no reason. I can't figure out what's wrong and help you both if you keep acting aggresive like this." Kevin said, his tone slightly more stern as he managed to tower over Pump somehow. Pump snarled, stepping closer to Kevin as he aggresively gestured toward him, "Call me that again and i swear to god, I'll—"

"Pump!" Skid said, placing a hand on Pumps shoulder, and pulling him back. "Pump, you can't just attack Kevin like that. What's your deal? Why don't you wanna be called that?" Skid asked, trying to hold him back still. Pump calmed down only a little, but still remained aggresive. "Its none of your goddamn business, Skid.." Pump said in a raspy tone, shoving Skids hand off of him, though not too hard. "I—It is my business! Why can't you just open up to me? I just wanna know what's wrong!" Skid said in a desperate tone. Pump then turned around, and sakd in a passive aggresive voice, "You wanna know what's wrong? Okay, okay, well—" ...the two of them were yet again bickering.

As Kevin watched, he sighed, and then held a stern look to his face. Before the verbal fight could get too intense and possibly lead to a physical dispute, he grabbed them both by the back of their collars, and held them back from eachother. "Kids, thats enough." Kevin said firmly, his tone sounding very stern now all of the sudden. Pump snarled, and struggled, gritting his teeth at Kevin and saying, "Kevin, you—"

Kevin interrupted Pump, "Pump, I'm sorry for.. for calling you 'kid', or whatever, but it's no use to yell at Skid or me. Just what the hell is up with you now anyway? Why the hell are you acting like this?"

"Thats none of your concern.." Pump growled, crossing his arms. Kevin spoke, sounding more firm as he continued to raise his voice at Pump slightly, like an older brother scplding a younger sibling, "Pump, you know damn well your in the wrong here. No matter what's wrong, that's no excuse to be rude to your best friend or me—why the hell are you acting like this all of the sudden? What's wro—"

"He's not my friend anymore!" Pump yelled, balling up his fists.

Kevin stood in shock for a second. Skid gently said in a soft tone, "Uh.. Kevin, can you please let me go now—"

Pump growled, and pointed an accusing finger at Skid, "Oh, no, Skid! Your not doing the talking this time! I'm tired of everyone getting onto me for something that isn't even my fault, I'm tired of everyone acting like your the victim here! You know what you did, you—"

Skid defended himself, though in a less louder tone, "Why the hell does everything have to be about that argument we had when we were kids, Pump? Weren't you saying that you wouldn't let me get killed before Kevin showed up? Why are you changing moods so fast? Why can't you just make sense for one secon—"

"Why can't you just make sense?! You smiled wh—" Pump immediately stopped himself, and groaned, "Nevermind, just let go of me, goddamnit.."

Kevin let go of both Skid and Pump. But he then got in between the both of them, and towered before Pump, putting his hands on his hips. He had a stern, scolding look to his face, "Pump, I don't know what the hell is going on with either of you two, but it isn't an excuse to yell at Skid. Clearly, there's been some kind of misunderstanding here. Can't the two of you just talk it out already?"

Pump gestured with his hands in a defensive manner, saying loudly, "No, because I know what he did! Obviously, he doesn't care about me—"

"How? How do you know he doesn't care about you?" Kevin asked, raising a brow at him with a stern glare.

Pump clenched his fists yet again, defensively saying, "Well, obviously he doesn't care about me! He's only ever cared about spooky month and not me! He doesn't care about me, no one cares about m—"

"Pump, Skid." Kevin said in a more gentle but still scolding tone. Skid slightly froze up at the mention of his own name. Kevin stepped out from in between the both of them, and towered over the both of them, saying, "I don't know what's going on here, but either way, you two have gotta talk this out. This clearly isn't healthy, and it isn't going to get any better if you two just keep fighting like this."

"B—But, Kevin—" Skid tried to speak, but he was interrupted by Pump.

Pump yelled in a defensive and angry manner, "I can't! He obviously doesn't care about me, so why should i—"

"Pump, Skid, this still clearly isn't healthy. None of this is going to work out if you two just keep fighting. You two clearly have some of your own personal issues, and need to work on them, since this seems to be making your relationship very unhealthy." Kevin gently said, though his tone still sounded firm and scolding. He was like a father scolding his children.

Skid softly replied, "Work on.. w—what issues? I—I'm already trying to work on mine, I have a therapist—"

"Okay, and that's good, but there's clearly some kind of miscommunication going on here. Pump.. do you have a therapist?" Kevin questioned.

"No.." Pump hesitantly answered, as if it hurt to say.

"Okay.. then why don't you go ahead and find one? You have some issues of your own, Pump, and you need to find someone to help you with that—" Kevin said, gesturing with his hands in an almost authority-figure type manner.

"Help me with what? I'm fine! Skids just an asshole!" Pump yelled, rolling his eyes.

"Hey!" Skid frowned.

"Pump, you need help too, whether you like it or not. You two both have serious issues with yourselves in your own ways, and you need to find some way to stop being so hard on yourselves. At the very least, you two need to stop being so hard on eachother." Kevin firmly replied to Pumps comment. "I know it's hard, but you two can at least try and work out your own issues, right?"

Skid and Pump merely glanced at eachother. By the looks on their faces, it was clear this wasn't going to be easy.

#spooky month #skid and pump #spooky month au #read the tws #pump and skid #skid spooky month #kevin spooky month #pump spooky month #october au

[partnersatfazbear]

Thinking about Midnight Motorist again?

Ah, John’s post got me thinking... https://twitter.com/JohnAndrewYT/status/1625039396251508739?s=20&t=dnyVnduqcUVp3RS7aa22HA

He is gonna do a video soon, so please go watch it. His theories are like my last thread keeping me interested in the franchise’s discussion honestly--because he presents new takes or new evidence to support old takes.

My wife @katvara has always been adamant that Orange Guy / Mustard Man is Henry... and I’m starting to be on board with that theory.

The game does indeed take place “later that night” after Charlie’s murder. However, I always wondered where the flying fuck was Henry when his daughter was left “alone” at the pizzeria to die? Sure, the Security Puppet was watching the children, the staff was probably not giving two shits but supposed to be watching the children...

But if we play as Henry, perhaps something upset him. Maybe his wife was thinking of leaving him? (Or perhaps, any friendship with William was starting to unravel). So, he goes to get drunk, cuz why not? Drives home.

We see maybe a very annoyed Mrs. Emily. The girl’s room is empty because Charlotte is at the pizzeria. God damn I’m rusty getting FNAF 4 confused with MM. I’m tired, yall. Don’t write theories past midnight! [A lot of people suspect this is the same house in FNAF 4 but never bring up the girl’s room anyway... Heck, if the paralells are to be believed in FF books, Elizabeth got sent away / ran away from home...] But STILL, I think it would be interesting to consider. (Yeah, I know this seems odd; why wouldn’t anyone be asking about her? But I’ll pose this stretch nonetheless. You COULD argue Henry just found out she was murdered a few hours prior--this explains how the other child (who I’m positing as Sammy) is “having a bad night” and the wife seems nonchalant because she’s in shock.

Sammy probably loved to run off to the restaraunt as much as any kid whose dad worked at the pizzeria would. This would explain why the child wants to go (as one thing with BV is that he is scared of the animatronics always bothered me; he has no reason to want to run off, except from an abusive father).

Yeah, we have to use Novel Trilogy lore, I’m sorry. And yeah, it differs from the book a bit, even.

But whose to say William, with either the Glitchtrap suit (the rain and the Springlocks still bothers me) lead Sammy away? Sammy would be familiar with Spring Bonnie (or Glitchtrap--I’m adamant this is an old suit William made as a prototype at one point) and probably go pretty willingly.

Anyway, my point is... In the novels, the wife takes Sammy and leaves (presumably). But in the games, maybe she didn’t get the chance. Maybe William killed Sammy, too. I can see people not harping on Henry for bringing him up later in 6 if this was the case--perhaps they weren’t as close for some reason. There really isn’t that good of an explanation except that Charlotte was murdered first and therefore hurt a little more. Can you imagine finding out your daughter died, probably getting grilled in a police station for hours, only to go home and have to face your family that was already falling apart? :o (And I believe I said in my original post how I couldn’t believe Henry would be... well, as angry as Mustard Man, but... Well, he is far from the saint we all make him out to be! I didn’t really realize that, then... Also, someone who grew up with an alcoholic father and has seen their best friend’s life fucked up by an alcoholic stepfather... yeah, they can be nasty people when they drink.)

Lastly, I think it makes Henry’s appearance in FNAF 6 more striking as it would be foreshadowed here.

View my original thoughts on MM I’ve completely forgotten about, here:

https://at.tumblr.com/partnersatfazbear/midnight-motorist-an-essay/e8oe8tee56qc

IDK, I can see how there’s a lot of stretches in this theory, but I still think it could work. Thoughts?

#midnight motorist #fuhnaff #fnaf theory #part 2 #sammy #the silver eyes #spoilers #henry emily #william afton

[uncanny8ellen]

How I fell for the bastard,

Karl Heisenberg

I remember the exact moment I fell in love with our all time favorite, showy, ill-tempered metal engineer. I was watching YouTube videos, cuz that's what I do for pastime activity when I got no brain power for books. I watch game plays mostly. I was watching Markiplier video, and yes, him gushing over the infamous 'Lady dimidom' was cute. Mark u simp lol.

Anyway when he first showed up I wasn't that interested. His voice was good,kinda familiar, then I realized it's Neil Newborn. I realllllly liked Elijah Kamsky from dbh, so I was glad to know he voice acted in the game.

Back to our mechanic. His vibe? Cool. Smoking cigar, giant metal hammer slung over shoulder, kinda military look. Oh, nice sunglasses, dude. His speech too. "Well, well. Didn't think anyone was left! You must be preeetty tough, huh." My immediate thought was, 'oh he's got a showman's vibe!' All the metals levitating in the air, and I knew he was trouble for our guy Ethan. Duke only confirmed my suspicion later. After Ethan got dragged to the trial I laughed at "-and if a man's dick is cut off in the castle blah blah blah.", also at the "nothing like fresh American ground beef!"

Then after Ethan's murderous journey to get his ikea furniture equivalent of daughter, a TV crackles. And I was like, oh? Deja vu? But he was different from Lukas Baker. Much less chaotic, for one. He didn't seem that psychotic compared to that guy. More put together. I saw the whole, 'landing a hand' coming from miles away. Duke did say he's the most dangerous one, after all. And I had a feeling that he wasn't just referring to his mutant power.

With all the purring and threatening, it was more amusing if anything. Testing the person who murdered 3 Lords, Vârcolacs, Lycans in the village all on his own with guns, bombs and some herb juice, by sending him to the lycan infested stronghold. To me Ethan was just one hell of a guy. Sure we all suspected he's not human, but imagine a normal computer engineering guy going through all that. Damn. And Heisenberg was ballsy enough to test him. That or he really was the strongest. Either way, I liked his style. "See you, Ethan." Bless ya Neil Newborn.

And really, when Ethan got to the factory (I absolutely love industrial vibe. Didn't really know he was a metal-welding, real mechanic sort of guy until Ethan got to the factory. REAL ASS ENGINEER WHO OWNS A BIGASS FACTORY), I was a bit excited. Even from outside, the building was big. And just like him, the place was unpredictable. After all the hype, I wanted to see this guy's deal.

Then comes the 'proposal scene'. Yes the one where Karl confesses his undying love for Ethan and asks him to marry him.

Kiddin. That voice clip still cracks me up. All hail Neil Newborn.

When Ethan pulled the cloth away and BAM! conspiracy board showed up, I was smiling. Then the devil pops outta nowhere, walking n talking like a showboat he is, and although I was sure the guy had quite a temper, considering his earlier outburst at the church, his movements seemed.....weirdly calculated. When he slammed that chair down and told Ethan to take a seat, that move seemed calculated too.

That made me actually pause the video and think. Everything about him exuded pride. From the very moment he's introduced in the game, he was nothing but charisma and confidence. 'Most dangerous Lord'. A recluse. Huge factory.

And I wondered. Is that enough for him?

The main reason I didn't find him that great of a character was because at first, I felt the villians were a bit flat. Actually, I found all of the Lords a bit...boring up until Ethan escaped the gauntlet. Everything felt cliché, a heroic father looking for his daughter and defeating monsters. Just another fairy tale. Another bad vs good.

Then I saw how Lady Dimitrescu cried for her daughters. Daniela saying she doesn't want to die before she turns to ash, although she did try to murder Ethan. Shocking reveal of Donna lying in the place of Angie, eyes vacant, blood trickling down her face. And yes, I noticed the bloody hand prints she left at the door frame and wallpapers as she was running away from Ethan. That was heartbreaking. Letting her gardener see his loved one again. Claudia Beneviento...

I don't know much about Moreau, but I do know he got multiple cadous implanted. Maybe that's why his mutation was unstable. Cheese loving, cheesy romantic movies loving, cheesy guy that got effed in the head and is a kid looking for his mommy. That was just...sigh. He had to be put down. Damn Miranda.

Then there was this guy who was clearly smart and ambitious. I started to get excited. I resumed the video. "It's a test. To see if you're strong enough to be apart of Mirander's family." 'You're way off the mark, pal,' I thought. But that was a valid guess.

"Neither did I, but here we are!" Being forced into a 'family'. That was interesting. Of course this wild man could never tolerate the confines of his laughable 'family'.

"Kill me, move up the chain, well fuck that!" Yeah! Fuck that! Fuck the cult bullshit! I got reeeally excited. Here I also noticed his voice sounding a little weird. Slightly distorted.

Then the revving started up again. It dawned on me why my intuition was screaming at me about that chair slam. 'DANGER!!!' The guy seemed all brash and brutish but he had a plan. This guy was smart. Not booksmart or wisdom smart, but the way he acted. The chair was directly in front of that hole.

Take the outsider to Mother dearest. Brownie point + avoid suspicion. Waiting until Ethan takes out other Lords. Strong guy? Potential ally. Negotiation first, if fail, down you go. I personally like the headcannon where Heisenberg was the one who painted yellow all over the village. The ammo crates, levers, everything. Makes sense too, he did write those 'papa' signs with yellow paint.

"You and me, Ethan. Together we go save Rose, and we can USE her, to grind Mirander into paste." I immediately knew Ethan was gonna say fuck no to that. What father would agree to use her daughter like that?

But it was at that moment. That moment, my heart just stopped. Yes I died. In my mind, such pleasant realization just poured into my chest. Oh. Oh, he was a rebel. Up against the control freak of a cult leader.

Hey let's go kill my bitch of a surrogate mother. I'm sick of her cult bs, she insane. Imma gon blast her wanna join?

As soon as I realized he's not one of Miranda's pawns, but an unhinged individual planning to take her down, a person, not some toy soldier, I wanted nothing else other than shaking his damn hand. I wanted it so bad. So bad. Why capcom. I get that Ethan wouldn't take that deal. But goddammit.

I fell hard. Been simping ever since. Anything else after that were just cherries and fruit cocktails on top. His maniacal laughter, complaining on speakers while Ethan fights for his life, experiment logs, 'interesting body', HE HAS A CYBORG UNDEAD ARMY?!?!? Heart eyes motherfucker. Production line of soldiers. 'Heisenberg's quarter' but Karl it's a workshop. Where's bed Karl. Karl. Do you sleep on the fucking floor? You doze off sitting in chair?

Stepping down that floating metal stairs with ease. SKILL. Bullet deflected, again, deflected, oh what's this? That distortion from earlier. His voice changing. HIM MUTATING. "Don't, come, hmm Back!!" Just cutting off the platform so Ethan falls in water. Could've killed him right there. Do you like the guy Karl? That why you spared him? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Rain pours and it's so fitting. God. That metal colossus. I shouted, "Fuck didn't know I'm into that shit! Guess I'm a monster fucker then!" And I loved the fight. His theme song. Even his crystal was beautiful.

Miranda's boss fight was anticlimactic compared to his. It was just so intense. Ethan needed a freaking tank and just some luck (Karl turning himself into a fan/grinder and exposing his main reactor. Ethan managed to get back on tank in the air and fire the rpg one last time) to beat him. His boss fight is actually the most difficult out of all the bosses in the game, and if you try village of shadow difficulty, he's almost impossible to kill.

Capcom please, show us that man doing many bad but kinda cool things in DLC I love that man. Please. Let him kill the witch and be the true maniac he is! Come on! Free the rabid man! He belongs in the wild!!!

#resident evil village #karl heisenberg #lord karl heisenberg #resident evil 8 #ethan winters #mother miranda #alcina demitriscu #donna beneviento #salvatore moreau #iron steed #rant #midnight rants #A wild horse running across the field in abondon. What's wrong with wanting to see that? #i need death or coffee #I love you bastard #mad engineer

[gimme-tea-bitch]

Hello! It's me, back at it again with the painful meta.

As per usual, it starts with a conversation with a wonderful friend.

And they brought up how season 3 and 4 Catra's motivation was reminiscent of Adora. And that made me think and have a realization. Because it's true!

When it comes to Catra and Adora, often times people seem to view them as very different, many people look at Adora as heroic and Catra as villainous, and canonically, that is the way they are outwardly depicted. But, let's take a look a their motivations. Because I think we'll find that they were much more similar than they appear at first glance.

Adora. She is the protagonist, the hero, the martyr. From the start, we see Adora actively trying to do good. From not attacking Thaymor when she finds out it's peaceful, to literally defecting and betraying the Horde. To defending people who she barely knows against the Horde. Adora seems to be the typical selfless hero.

But why does she do it? See, at first we aren't given much of a reason, it's just how she is, and that is accepted because we're used to those kinds of heroic characters. The kind that just are heroes. But that's not Adora.

I've gone over it before but let's recap for clarity.

We find out over time that Adora is a victim of abuse. She was manipulated and mentally abused by Shadow Weaver from infancy, and eventually Light Hope. Weaver taught her to carry all other people's burdens, taught her that she is worthless unless she is helpful. Adora was raised to think that she only matters when she can give something. So it makes sense in hindsight that she goes to such lengths to protect strangers. To give up her friends in the horde to protect people who didn't deserve to die.

No one is born evil (except maybe Shadow Weaver cuz fuck her.) But Adora isn't unique in her kindness, no. Catra is very much the same. Catra is shown throughout the show to be a lot of things, cunning, clever, sometimes cruel. But she is also shown to be kind, compassionate, and genuinely caring.

People sometimes forget, but Catra looked out for Adora as much as Adora looked out for her. When Entrapta got left behind, Catra didn't imprison and abuse her. She listened, and saw someone who also felt alone and abandoned, and made Entrapta feel wanted again.

Hell, Catra tried to empathize with Shadow Weaver when she was imprisoned. The very woman who beat and abused her, and when the tables were turned Catra showed kindness.

Catra however, didn't end up like Adora. She didn't end up the traditional hero. Why is that? Well, it stems from her abuse. Just like Adora, Catra is abused by Weaver. But their abuse is vastly different. Where Adora is made to feel worthless if she isn't helpful. Catra was made to feel worthless, period.

Everything she does is not enough. Everything she is is wrong or bad or a failure.

So Catra becomes angry and spiteful. She gets a chip on her shoulder and a need to prove herself as more than nothing, to prove. that she is worth something.

We can see that when Catra starts spiralling in season 3 and 4, she starts to ignore her wants and needs. We see Catra put everything she has, all of herself into the mission of proving that she isn't worthless like she was made to feel. She ignores her bodies needs, sleep and food and socialization. She ignores everything for the mission. And isn't that so very familiar?

Adora, from the start, does the same thing. She sacrifices her relationships, her purpose, for the greater good. When she's told she is destined to protect Etheria, Adora accepts that mission, accepts this overwhelming burden. She throws herself into it fully... or, nearly. See, Adora's motivation from the start is based in the fact that just like Catra she is at her core, kind.

So now that we see both Catra and Adora's motivations, how are they similar? I mean, Catra's prime motivator seems to be spite and Adora's seems to be her overcranking that kindness, right?

No.

These two motivations are not the core motivators. They are symptoms of the actual motivation that both Catra and Adora share. Because the thing that they both want desperately, the thing that their abuse preyed on, is the same thing that everyone wants. Catra and Adora's motivation is the desire to be loved, unconditionally.

See, Catra being told her whole life she is worthless, makes her spiteful. Because she doesn't want that to be true, but she's afraid that it is. And at the start, Adora is the only person who challenges that fear. But then she leaves, and she misunderstands Catra. And she loses the only thing that made her feel like she mattered. So she becomes the villain, if she is unloveable. She will prove that she is strong.

Adora on the other hand is told her whole life that she only matters as long as she can be useful. And it shows in her eagerness to help, her eagerness to please. Because if she can protect the rebels if she can save this village, if she can stop the war, maybe someone will love her. Maybe that'll be enough?

We see both of them crumble because of the same thing. They want to be loved for who they are.

The core about both of them is the desire for love and the lack of it causing them to spiral.

One of the many reasons season 5 is so incredible is this. Because Catra is convinced that she is unloveable. She is convinced of the very thing that has haunted her for her whole life. Because Adora left. Scorpia left. She betrayed Entrapta. Double Trouble betrayed her. And she lost everything she worked for. We see how bad it is when Catra says "There's no one left that cares about me." Catra has fully succumb to the abuse the Weaver put her through. And so, if there's nothing in her worth loving, than at least she will allow Adora to have something.

Catra, after everything, after pretending to hate Adora for so long. Returns to the thing that made her and Adora so close, she returned to the love that defines her, and she gave herself to ensure some happiness for Adora. She sacrifices herself to protect Adora, just like Adora had protected her when they were little.

And it doesn't work! That's the thing, because Adora doesn't think like that. Because despite how much Catra was afraid that she was unloveable, Adora always knew she wasn't. How could she be when Adora loved her?

And Adora saves her. She finds Catra after all this. After rock bottom, and she tells her that she never hated her. And it's such a shock to the system. Because Catra was so sure. She was so so sure that no one could love her. Until she wasn't. Until this beautiful blonde idiot dragged her kicking and screaming out of her despair and said "You matter to me!"

And it's so much. This one act from Adora starts unraveling all the manipulation Weaver put her through. And for once Catra believes it.

And then there's Adora. Adora who gave up everything to be She-Ra. Now just Adora. No goddess, no divine purpose. Just a woman and her staff. Tired. Adora, just like Catra, is convinced that she is unloveable. That no matter what she does how she turns and twists. She's not good enough. And then she saves Catra. And for a moment there's a glimmer(😏) of hope. They're together again and it's so much better. And then the failsafe happens. And it's just like at the start, Catra begging her not to do it, but it's harder now. Because if she doesn't who will? If she doesn't then someone else has to die? Because what? Because of her selfishness? And she doesn't want to take it anymore. She's so tired of this. Of constantly fighting and hurting and losing Catra. But someone has to and there's no other way and they're running out of time. So once again. Adora takes the burden.

And once again, she loses Catra. Once again Adora is unloveable, because she's too much, not enough. Once again Catra is left behind, once again Adora doesn't choose her.

But no. No, Catra doesn't accept this narrative anymore. And neither does Adora.

Adora, during and after the failsafe is no longer convinced. She's no longer immobilized by her abuse. She genuinely is conflicted. And when Weaver tries to jump on the heartbreak of losing Catra again. Adora stands up for herself, "No! You ruin people! You ruin any chance they could be happy!" Adora promises Weaver that she will gain nothing from this. Adora may die, but she will ensure Weaver loses.

Catra is much the same, because she has seen a life and future with Adora. A future where she is loved, and she refuses to believe it wasn't real. So she comes back, and she fights with everything she has, and it's not enough. The monster is too strong for her. But there's Adora. Dragging herself to Catra. Adora who is dying and limping, but chooses to come back for Catra anyway. And Weaver realizes she failed.

Weaver realizes that her twisting and abusing if the love the they have for each other didn't work. So she tries one last time. One last manipulation.

And afterwards. As they make their way to the heart. It nearly works. Because Adora is dying. She's too tired, too weak to stop it. And once again she has to leave Catra. And this time hurts the most. Because maybe in another life, another time. They couldve been together, they couldve been happy. And he holds Catra's face so tenderly. And then slips her hands away. Accepting that she can never have this, she is never allowed the love she desperately wants.

And just as she let's go, Catra grabs her. She holds her hands and refuses to budge. Catra looks in the face of this loss and stands defiant, refuses to leave Adora alone, unloved. And this is the most important part. Because here, at the heart, her body poisoned and barely able to move. Adora isn't a hero. She's not a goddess or a soldier. She's just Adora. She has nothing left to give, nothing left to offer. And Catra tells her "I love you."

That's the most important thing. Adora, who thought herself unloveable. Who thought her only way to be cared about is to give and give and give. Laying on the floor, dying, nothing left to offer, and she is loved still. Just like Adora coming back for Catra began unraveling her fear of being unloved. This moment of love shared at Adora's weakest point is the same for her. It counters everything she thought about herself. Because she is loved, here and now. Without giving anything she is loved. And that gives her the strength to overcome it all. To survive and to save the universe.

The thing that saved everyone and everything was two abused women looking at each other and saying "I love you always. I love you still." In the face of oblivion. "I love you."

#spop #catradora #adora #catra #meta #FUCK shadow weaver

[poptod]

Hello There 👋🏻 I don’t know if you got the request that I sent to you last week, but I’m gonna send it again just in case. Since Christmas is in two weeks, may I please request a Safin x Reader, where Safin surprises the reader by kissing them underneath the mistletoe 😁💕?

notes: i didn't get ur ask! that's very weird, ive heard of that happening but its never happened to me but anyway, this is a little short but i hope you likethisone! i kinda made it a continuation of 'can you touch your reflection' cuz im a little lazy lol also this story gave me reason to study trees so i finally memorized whichone deciduous means cuz i got confused on whether it meant theleaves fell or they stayed throughthe winter okay sorry for thelong note (and the typing, my space is still stuck)

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There were few differences between summer and winter when it came to the Kuril islands. Summers lasted no more than a month or two, and they were filled with wind and rain, which battered cool, summer storms on the large windowpanes of the labs. Winters bore foreboding blizzards and long, dark days, bringing the same storms––though much colder––that the summer did.

Regardless of the change in season, you looked out of the pristine glass and found an overcast sky predicting thick layers of precipitation. Snow already coated the land.

Neither you nor Safin were especially religious, meaning even the more homey areas in the bunker remained undecorated, vacant from the holiday cheer you knew in your childhood. He never celebrated holidays in his life, but you had, and a part of you missed the traditions that called back to your ancient ancestors. How strange your yearning now seemed, when in those times you endured your worst years.

You sighed deeply, leaning your cheek into your propped up palm as you stared out the massive wall of windows. Fog crawled up the window at your breath, and the freezing air outside kept it there, seeping the frost into your home.

"What is it you're missing, dear?"

You whipped around, your shoulders tensed until you realized it was only Lyutsifer behind you. As usual, the blue cloak on his shoulders kept him warm, while his bare hands were kept close to his chest. The scars on his skin left him more sensitive to Russia's chill.

"Nothing, I don't think," you said quietly, but it was still the loudest sound in the empty, echoing room, and your voice caught on the high ceiling.

A soft, humorless chuckle left him, and he stepped closer. You adored how he smiled; how it'd make stars appear in your eyes, how it made you smile, as well.

"What can I do for you?" He asked as he sat down across from you, his hands folded neatly in his lap and his posture pristine.

"What do you mean?"

"You've been here nearly all day," he said. "It's 16 o' clock."

"Really?" You rubbed your eyes, hoping to rid them of the cold. "I didn't notice."

"Clearly." He scanned you for a moment. "Is this about your father?"

You stiffened, your lips curling into a thin line.

"You don't miss him, do you?" He asked quietly.

"No. I just... remember," you mumbled, fidgeting with your fingers. "Somehow I want to relive it, even though I know it was bad."

"A classic sign of trauma," he said, and you gave a tiny nod. "Will you let me distract you?"

He offered you his hand. You smiled, closing your eyes as you placed your hand in his.

"Of course, my love."

If there was one place in this building that ever felt any love, it would be the garden. He spent ceaseless, tireless hours studying and maintaining the plants, testing their abilities and their limits.

You'd never had the peace of mind to read as deeply into the biological art as he did, but you knew a fair amount of the names of what he grew. In the very least they were all familiar, despite the daily change of natural growth, including the vines that grew up the side of a tall, thorny tree. Every time you visited the garden with Lyutsifer, another sprout of ivy was ready to bloom.

"Careful with that one, dear," he said, leaning the short way down to peer over your shoulder. "It's been weak lately."

"I know, black locust, deciduous" you chuckled, turning to watch how the edges of his lips twitched upwards beside you.

"Tell me what it does."

"Bark and roots are poisonous, especially to horses, and the seeds are poisonous to humans, I think."

"Very good." He pecked your temple. "Can you tell me what makes it a potential invasive species?"

"The.. the wood is weak, and the flowers grow in clusters, meaning there's lots of seeds that are being spread in a small area."

"The wood is brittle, but otherwise correct," he chuckled. "It grows incredibly quickly and is highly susceptible to locust attacks."

The two of you shared knowing smiles for a split second before he departed, returning with scissors to trim a low-growing bush. As always when he worked, he had donned large, white gloves, protecting him from the poisons of his trade.

The garden was a special sort of beauty; not particularly aesthetically pleasing to the eye, but paired with the knowledge of its' contents, became a marvel of nature. You could spend hours wandering through his family's gardens, but as usual, you were more caught up in watching Lyutsifer tend to the plants.

What happened catch your eye was something new––something that appeared to be a round bush, clinging to the barren tops of deciduous trees. From the way it grew, you assumed it to be another one of his infectious plants, invading and killing the natural growth of a forest. Here, however, it was contained, and you stared with a gently knotted brow at the clusters that stretched across the dry, tangled wood.

"Lyutsifer," you said softly, not bothering to tear your eyes from the tree. You knew he'd be at your side in a second.

"Yes?" He tucked his gloved hands behind his back.

"Is this tree infected or something?"

"Yes. With mistletoe."

You paused, turning to him after a moment's silence during which he didn't elaborate.

"Mistletoe?" You repeated.

"Yes, an obligate hemiparasite." You grinned silently as he began to blurt out facts, a habit he picked up when the two of you were alone. "Obligate parasites are unable to live any longer without a host to feed off of. But the hemiparasite part dictates that the mistletoe only takes some of the hosts' resources, and collects other resources on its' own."

"What does it take from the tree?"

"Water. It can photosynthesize, but none of its' roots seep water from the earth.." he trailed off as he stared up at the infection. "Phora and viscotoxin make it a poison, though a poorly working one."

"Is it... new?" You asked, unable to recall if you'd seen it before or not.

"Yes, only a week or so. It grows incredibly quickly, which is fortunate for the use I've planned for it," he said with a small nod.

You chuckled, "what've you got in mind for it? Some other devious poison?"

"No," he answered simply. "You'll find out."

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously in his direction, hoping the glare would pry more information, but he just grinned and returned to pruning his darlings. Dissatisfaction bubbled beneath your expression––you tempered it by moving on to pale, flowering buds.

Your devotion to Safin was never a question, but his love affair with poison did worry you. Both of you had been victims of lethal toxins, set within your body for the express purpose of death. His reaction to it was to know poison; to know its' limits, its' capabilities, its' cures. How to weaponize it. If there was something you despised about him, it would be this, as your reaction had been the opposite of his––an intense, oppressive paranoia. You would, of course, never say anything. You still owed him your life.

Even in the humid, temperate climate of the garden, your hands and fingers remained frozen. It limited your time with Safin, and soon you were headed back towards the comforting fireplace.

The day turned quietly to night, with no artful sunset or coloring of the sky. No north star appeared, and no galaxy was visible by the time dark had overwhelmed the land, but one thing had happened; while you were back to staring out the window, Lyutsifer padded silently into the living room, and lined the fireplace's mantle with blue and white fairy lights. He wouldn't dare decorate anywhere outside your pocket of the complex, where you––his angel––spent most of your time. But by the time you turned round, he was already gone, and you were left alone to marvel at the tiny lights.

As you wandered about your home with dinner in mind, you came across a few more pieces he had set up. A wreath of pine and red sugar plums, Russian ornaments and dolls dangling from the light fixtures. The last one you found that day was hanging in the threshold of the kitchen, where you stood for a moment, leant against the frame with a stupid grin as you watched him cook.

At first, you didn't notice it there above you––Lyutsifer had time to set away his spoon and approach you till he stood closely before you.

"I saw the things you put up," you said quietly, just barely containing your adoration for his thoughtfulness.

The moment you said your last word he was leaning in, capturing you in a soft kiss that pulled you wordlessly toward him. His scarred hand reached up to your cheek, brushing over the skin, and cradling your jaw to keep you close. Your lips stretched into a smile when he regretfully parted, leaving one chaste good-bye kiss.

"What was that for?" You asked.

It was rare that he initiated touch, but when he did, it was much like this––this overwhelming, infinite yearning that poured from his heart to yours.

His eyes flickered upwards, and it was then you saw the freshly-trimmed mistletoe hanging above you, wrapped in a tight, red ribbon. You chuckled as your cheeks flushed red.

"Is that your project for it, then?"

"Don't worry. I have more planned."

By 'more' he apparently meant more of the same thing, as for the next two weeks, you found more and more mistletoe in increasingly odd places; hanging above the couch, above the dinner table, on the shower door (yes, even there), and in your bedroom. As he dipped in to kiss you for the umpteenth time in front of the fireplace, where he'd hung another bouquet of mistletoe, you finally said something.

"You know, you don't have to do all this work just so you have an excuse to kiss me. You can do it any time you'd like," you said, though your seriousness barely retained itself, erased by your rosy grin.

He kissed you again before responding.

"I haven't got any holiday traditions," he said, and you knew that. You never thought it bothered him. "This one I like more than any other."

"Well," you took his hand, raising it to your lips and pressing a tiny kiss to his palm, "indulge as much as you'd like, my love."

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