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cursedcola · 1 year

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Ok ok so you know the thing where it's like 'hey trust exercise' where person A runs up to person B and jumps in their arms? The one that became a meme with the hot coffee....

that. just that. Could you please write something for it using characters from twisted wonderland? Thank you!

A/N: I do know the thing lol. I think this is a super cute idea and will have some fun with it hehe...Sorry if it's not too long. I am writing this in between classes just to have a little mental break :) I also think this will work better with baby headcannons so I can do more characters. Since you did not specify any characters, I will be self indulgent. Prompt: Trust exercise! Do they catch you? Format: Baby headcannons huhuhu Characters: Everyone. Literally Everyone. I feel inspired for some reason. Warnings: None :) Tooth-ache fluff. Also not proofread. Likely grammar/spelling errors

Heartslabyul Dorm

Riddle Rosehearts

Catches you by a millisecond.

The moment he sees you running he instinctively drops the books in his hands

Yells for you to stop and puts his hands out in defense

Instinctively opens them when you jump and boom. Catch

My man has noodle arms. They instantly start to shake and you get dropped on your bum

Half-angry that you put him on the spot, and half-humiliated for dropping you. He is left shell-shocked for a moment before the fuse is lit

"What on EARTH were you thinking? Must you behave so childishly all the time?! Sometimes I wonder if you WANT me to have a heart attack....*sigh* come on. Get up. Are you injured at all?"

He thinks it's silly for you to test his 'trust,' like that. Don't do it again. Next time just talk to him.

….secretly relieved that he caught you.

Trey Clover

Arms are open before you even jump

The moment you started to speed up, he knew what would come next. It flusters him, and his ears burn but he lets you have your fun

Wraps one arm around your back and the other holds one of your legs around his waist. Nice and secure :)

Laughs a little bit before setting you down carefully

"Well, that was an excitable greeting. Maybe warn me next time, okay? What if I was holding something?"

Shakes his head in disbelief that you'd test him like this. Oh well. Its over now Best for him not to think on it.

Learns that Cater showed you the prank on Magicam, and makes his tea extra sweet. Revenge > cavities.

Cater Diamond

Does not catch you. In fact, he side-steps you.

You're quite literally sprawled on the floor and he's just standing there all smug. What? Don't even look at him like that. There's no way he could have caught you without toppling over

Cater prefers to not have a face full of dirt, thank you very much

He knows what you were trying to do, and also purposefully chose to 'fail'

"Hmm~ Now why would you use such a silly method to test me? Don't we take enough exams in class (Y/N)? You're no fair..."

Despite the taunts, he holds out a hand to help you up. He'll clean your face a bit with a handkerchief and leave a cheeky peck on your cheek before going about the rest of his day

Ace Trappola

Tries to catch you. Does not succeed.

In his defense, Ace is never on full alert. Especially during the school day.

You started running at him and he full on panicked. A genuine scream to stop tore through his throat, and he held his arms out

You, in fact, did not stop. Therefore you both fell on the ground with him on the bottom

Ace is not happy

"What is wrong with you?! If my back's broke then the medical bill is on your shoulders, not mine!"

When you explain to him, he still is pissed but does feel bad for yelling at you

"...well, whatever. You don't need some stupid test to know I'm trustworthy anyways. I prove it every day, right?"

....right? Please say yes or else he will overthink this hardcore later.

Deuce Spade

Catches you on instinct.

The moment you start running he assumes something is wrong, and opens his arms to give you a hug. When you jump? Well, that's just an extra step

His feet slide back against the ground and he wobbles for a millisecond. However, he's steady. He wraps both arms around your waist firmly, and leans back to get a look at your face.

"What's wrong?! Why are you in such a hurry?!"

His eyes flicker anxiously between the direction you came from and your face

He's relieved when you tell him that everything is okay, and that you just wanted to see if he would catch you

"Don't scare me like that! I was seriously worried!"

He's still holding you, and becomes bashful once the adrenaline dials down. He mutters a quick apology while gently setting you down. Avoiding eye-contact, he excuses himself and promises to hang out later. For now, be still his beating heart

Savanaclaw Dorm

Leona Kingscholar

Yes. You don't give him enough time to think through the situation, and so he acts. Albeit a bit roughly.

The moment you jump he's reaching with one arm, startled. It wraps around your waist and hoists you over his shoulder. The other hand reaches for his wand, and he's on high alert.

Says nothing. Just grunts upon impact and scans the area.

You'll have to pat his back a few times to be let down, and it is needless to say that he is not pleased with your joke

His eyebrows draw downward with his classic scowl, and he's lowkey disappointed in you. He thought you more straight-headed than to do something like this

"You- ugh. Whatever. I caught you, so I win, right? Happy?"

Deems scolding you more trouble than it's worth. Last thing he needs is for you to get mad at him. That'll just give him an even bigger headache.

Ruggie Bucchi

Does...not. He knows that you're coming. He heard the footsteps a mile away. He simply is a snot-nosed little arse

You're running at him from behind, and the moment you get near he steps to the side. He does his little shishishishi laugh when you face plant on the floor.

When you don't get up, he crouches down and pokes your head.

"Hey, you alright? That was a pretty harsh fall. I can't imagine what caused it,"

Laughs again, but feels a bit bad if you don't reciprocate. Okay. You got him. He's sooooooo untrustworthy. An utter fool, if you will.

With a tsk, he grabs you by the elbow and eases you up.

"Yup, yup. I'm cruel, I know. Let's go get a snack, alright? It's on me - and by me, I mean that it's on Leona shishishisi"

Jack Howl

This boulder doesn't even flinch. Like clockwork, he's startled but instinctively readies his stance. You quickly land safely in his arms, and are back on the ground in a jiffy. Almost as if you never tried to tackle him in the first place.

He holds you at arms length with an eyebrow raised.

"Uhm....are you good? What was that about?"

He doesn't understand how catching you proves that he is trustworthy, but if it makes you happy then he'll do it as often as you'd like. Just give him a heads up next time, ok?

Won't admit it, but he liked holding you. Even if it was for a fleeting moment, it felt right. If you ever asked for a piggy-back ride or to be carried, he wouldn't be opposed at all. The realization embarrasses him greatly.

Octovinelle Dorm

Azul Ashengrotto

Does not, and is extremely ashamed. He does not fail tests, academic or otherwise!

He’s not weak. This man has a very healthy diet and regularly exercises. He is confident that he would have succeeded with no issue, had you not startled him. Our little cephalopod here gets flustered very easily. Only by you though.

Normally he can hide it but you 100% startled him. Can you even judge? One moment all was peaceful and the next thing he knows you’re barreling towards him. All giddy and like “catch me, catch me!” …ugh. His heart couldn’t take it.

What’s worse is that Jade caught you in his stead. He’s appreciative that you were not harmed by his lack of reflex….but the humiliation. Dear gods.

He demands that you do it again. Leave him and then try again another time when he isn’t expecting it…which is impossible since he will be on high alert 24/7. Azul fails to understand that the purpose of the test is now null, and that it tests for impulse

“A-again! Go on. Get a running start and do it again! Into my awaiting arms!…do not argue. I will not fail this time so give me another chance,”

His ego requires it, so just do it. He can’t stand the idea of failing and that image of Jade carrying you is lingering in his mind

Floyd Leech

Catches you easily. Nothing startles this guy. Well, okay, some things do. Nothing that’s physical though.

He hears you yelling for him? Well that’s just a normal day in his life. You’re running his way”? Awwwwwwweeee his little Shrimpy is so excited to see him! That’s so rare!

He’s running to meet you half way. It nearly makes you halt but the test needs answers!

He hooks his hands under your arms mid-air, and spins you around at arms length before bringing you in for a hug. All the while he has a giant grin on his face

“Did you miss me that much??? I guess I haven’t been giving you enough attention…not that I’d mind it if you do this every day hehe~”

He doesn’t care about the test, so long as you do it again. You won’t be leaving his arms any time soon si get comfortable

Jade Leech

Another to catch you easily. He does it flawlessly, like catching a balloon or a feather

He hears your approach and chooses to ignore it until the last moment. Then he turns effortlessly to capture you bridal style, set you down, and return to what he was originally doing. If anyone’s in shock, it’s you.

Then he’ll finish up and turn to you as if nothing even happened. While his gentle smile and hand on his heart are unknowing - the smug crinkle of his eyes says otherwise. He is highly amused, not in your little stunt but in the reaction he managed to create

Caresses your face with one of his gloved hands and asks how your day has gone. Once answered, he leans down to plant a light kiss on your cheek before leaving

“Oh, I almost forgot. Please be more careful in the future. Had it not been you, I would have reacted much differently to someone ‘attacking’ fufu. I love your enthusiasm dearly, and am always happy to hold you. You need only ask,”

Scarabia Dorm

Kalim Al' Asim

Sunshine meets you half way. He sees you running at him with a mega grin and instantly knows what’s going on. Social cues be damned, he wants to be loved

More like it’s you catching him. He just can’t help himself. He jumps at you before you even get a chance to do the same.

His arms go around your shoulders in the biggest hug imaginable. He knows better than to throw his whole body weight on you, so he settles for merely hugging and swaying your body from side to side

It’s sickeningly sweet how giddy he is. He pulls you at arms length before peppering light kisses along your cheeks

“I missed you so much! Can I have another one? Please?”

Oh! A test? How fun! He’ll take this one many times if it means you’ll hug him more often. He passed? Yippieeeeeee

Jamil Viper

Catches you, begrudgingly. He’s known about the trend and was frankly expecting you to try it. He just didn’t know when.

Jamil is no fool. He could let you fall. It would be funny. Maybe even make his day.

But then you’d be upset with him. He really could do without that. Not if it could be prevented

So the moment he sees you rushing towards him, Jamil knows what to do. He quickly sets down whatever he’s doing and takes position

With an oof and a momentary scowl from discomfort, he’s got ya. One arm around you’re bum and the other your waist. You wrap both of your arms around his shoulders, and with a sigh he just lets you koala hang for a moment

“Are we done now? Not to be rude, but my arms are tired and I would prefer that we not make a spectacle of ourselves”

He asks if you had fun. You did? Well, he supposes that it can be done again. In private only though. No more pranks.

Pomefiore Dorm

Vil Schoenheit

Does not catch you on purpose, and then insists that you do it again.

You see, he did not want to encourage your childish antics, so he purposefully pretended that he was not strong enough to catch you

A lie, obviously. He is very strong despite his pretty boy exterior. Instead of calling him out for it, you play along. A mocking sigh of resignation flies out as you not so subtly comment on his lack of strength.

Oh, you're absolutely right, Vil! I'm sorry for over estimating you...hmm, perhaps I can try again with Neige-

"You will do no such thing. Now, I am going to walk away and once I turn the corner you are going to run at me. Is that clear?"

Epel Felmeir

Catches you! Listen. My boy here spent his entire childhood lugging around crates of apples, cutting down trees, and running through fields. There is no way that he lacks the stamina to catch you. Maybe he can't hold you for an extended period, but those cinnamon stick arms are built for catching

He jolts when you scream his name, and he loses his composure. The moment you jump he lets out a string of curses and drops everything to catch you

The impact sends Epel teetering, and he fall son his butt with you on top of him

"O-o-oi! What'd ya think you're doing?! I nearly split my tailbone!"

Is slightly saddened that he couldn't keep steady. If only he was stronger like the Savanaclaw students...

Rook Hunt

Catches you with grace. There isn't much to say here.

Our princely hunter need not predict your movements, or pay attention to your plotting. Where's the fun in that?

Non non, what a sight for sore eyes. Rook swoons the moment you call his name, and his pupils basically turn to hearts when he sees you running towards him

With a laugh, he opens his arms wide and catches you in an instant. He shifts you into a bridal carry, and dips you down to plant a loving hiss on your nose.

Bonus points if you kiss him back along where his freckles would be without makeup. Oh this man is dying

"Mon coheur....what a wonderful surprise! If you were to greet me like this every day for the rest of my life, I would die a happy man indeed,"

Ignihyde Dorm

Idia Shroud

Catches you

On accident :)

More like you just fall in his lap, but it still counts? Kind of

He was in his room, multitasking both controlling his floating tablet around school while also playing the latest MMO

Just when he started to wonder where you might be (normally you find his tablet during study break) he hears his door burst open

Startled, he whips around in his chair to see you running at him. He lets go of the computer mouse and keyboard on impulse. Right when you jump and basically straddle him in his chair

Idia.exe has stopped working. From the sudden entrance, to the physical contact, to your giddy rambling about...something? He can't hear past the buzzing in his ears and just nods along

Hyper aware that you are sitting in his lap still. Attempting to control himself...and failing.

"U-uhhh, can y-you please move? Like, off of me? I c-can get you a chair,"

You comply, and he calms down for a second. He's not complaining but why would you -

an internet trend? Ortho told you to?

....Idia doesn't know if he should thank his brother or scold him.

Ortho Shroud (PLATONIC!)

Little Ortho meets you half way! You do not get to jump because he sees your arms open for a hug and does not waste a moment

With you basically being one of his best friends (and hopefully second sibling. Ortho is rooting for his big bro to win your heart!) he loves your hugs

When you ruffle his hair after letting go, his eyes crinkle into the cutest little upturned crescents and he laughs

"You know...I bet brother would love one of your hugs! You should go surprise him!"

Diasomnia Dorm

Malleus Draconia

Child of man, what a wonderful surprise?

You are fulfilling this man's fantasy. You know the phrase 'looking through rose-colored class'?

You're running towards him and he's watching like it's an early 2000s AMV on Youtube

Or like a Tik Tok edit. You know the ones

Drops everything. AND I MEAN EVERYTHING

It is like this man loses all sense of his surroundings. Lovesick fool.

Opens his arms wide with a soft smile, and when you jump he barely flinches. Your arms wrap around his shoulders and legs around his waist. One of his arms holds the small of your back, and the other your rear. He...well, yes he is aware and is doing it on purpose. Our prince isn't uhm...well, he is a man. A gentlemen, but still a man nonetheless.

"What a welcome greeting. Are you comfortable? I would like to remain this way for longer, if you do not mind"

He holds you tight with his head comfortably buried in between your neck and shoulder. Malleus lightly kisses the fabric of your uniform blazer, before returning to his prior activities like nothing is amiss

Lilia Vanrouge

...I guess? It's complicated.

You come at this bat from behind in an attempt to surprise him

He's not that old, y'know. Lilia senses you trailing him the moment you begin. Then again, he always knows when you're within a five mile radius.

What? Is it really so bad for him to seek out the object of his affections? Anyone else would do the same. It's not like he's being a creep about it...you just have a unique presence.

He is also well versed in internet trends. Lilia can't help but humor you. He walks around unknowing and occasionally snickering. Some question what he finds so humorous, and he waves them off with a cheeky grin

He senses your intent to attack, and doesn't turn around when you call his name. You jump at him from behind and koala hug his back

If it weren't for the hands holding your calves, you'd think him ignorant.

'Lilia? Lilia~ Hello? Are you already deaf so soon-'

Faster than you can comprehend, he spins you around to face him and pecks your lips

"Why hello there, my dear. Care to finish that sentence?"

'....no'

Sebeck Zigvolt

Does not catch you. He initially thought you were aiming for Malleus, and stood in front of his superior to protect him

Oh he should have known! Betrayal! You have betrayed him!

...why are you calling his name? WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?

Oh seven it's one of your pranks again, isn't it? Whya re you always doing such-

When you yell for him to catch you, Sebeck does so without a second thought

but he fails. His offensive stance wasn't fit for taking the imbalance of weight, and he couldn't get a stable grip on you

Gravity pulls him forwards on a path where his weight would crush you

So Sebeck quickly wraps one of his hands around the back of your head, and flips so he takes the impact instead

"Have you gone mad?! I genuinely cannot fathom what is going on in your brain anymore. Who put you up to this? What if you had been injured? What if you injured Lord Malleus?....stop laughing and listen to me!"

Silver

Do not startle a man with a sword.

Once again, do NOT startle a man with a SWORD.

Silver catches you. Easily. He also thinks it is absolutely adorable that you trust him enough to do so.

It's just that you could have warned him. Y'know, considering that he is armed and trained to draw his weapon at the slightest sign of a threat :)

Lucky for you, Silver is high-key vigilant since he has a tendency to doze off to dreamland. He sensed your presence but couldn't pinpoint where...

Imagine his surprise when you jump down from above :) The hell do you think you are, his father?

On instinct he reaches out and catches you in a bridal carry. Your rear knocks against the sword hanging at his side, and with a grunt he places you down on the floor to check for injury

"While I love spending time with you, can you please use the door next time? For my sanity?"

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heavenlyysstuff · 5 months

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Bioluminescence .

NETEYAM.s x fem!Metkayina!reader

summary , out on a late night walk you cross paths, and isn’t the water just so mesmerising… it reminds you of him.

a/n , idk if I’m good at writing so lmk, also I didn’t proof read too much so…

Waves crash and sand tumbles as the night of pandora puts all na’vi to ease, resting in their marui’s at the darkest hour.

But not you. Eywa forbid you get any rest, the number of nights you spent walking every inch of Awa’atlu you had lost count of. It’s always for the same reason, you think too much, especially when you need to sleep. Thoughts flood your head, meaningless thoughts, and him.

Ever since the arrival of the Sully family, which was many months ago, you couldn’t help but always find yourself drawn to the oldest brother of the family, Neteyam… sometimes you can’t even say his name aloud without blushing.

He’s usually the cause of these late night walks you take, always floating through your mind at the worst moments as you continue to walk until every scenario of him has been fulfilled. And while this sounds quite obsessive, it’s not your fault, not your fault he was both kind and handsome, the perfect package.

And all this overthinking leads you here, sat upon a large flat rock in the reef of Awa’atlu, not that far, but enough where all you can hear is the sound of waves and the view of the beauty that is the bioluminescence in the waves as they collide against the rocks.

It’s moments like these that give you a feeling of peace, nobody knew about these late night walks you took yourself on, and this was really the only time you had something to yourself.

Being the oldest daughter of the Chief and Tsahik of the Metkayina, you never really got a say in much, everything was always decided for you. While you do love your parents dearly, sometimes they are a bit overwhelming, almost going to the extremes of choosing your future mate before you had your first outburst and completely lashed out in front of them.

Thankfully they came to understand after you had turned down many suitors to potentially mate with.

Ah, you’re overthinking again… why do you keep reminding yourself of these terrible moments? You sigh to yourself and lean to look at the edge of the rock you sit on, admiring the glow of the ocean waves as they crashes into the rocks edge, creating a sea of stars for you to gaze into all night.

In your trance of admiration, you fail to notice the sounds of water breaking on the other side of the rock, someone had climbed on.

“What are you doing out here?”

You flinch at the sudden presence, but that voice is familiar.

You swiftly turn to face the voice, him.

“Neteyam…” You say softly to acknowledge him, you suddenly feel nervous. “I uh, just…thinking.” You continue to answer his question, now leaning away from the water and sat with your chin resting on your knees.

His smile indicated his intrigue with your answer, his eyebrows furrow as he thinks about what to say.

“But it’s late, why aren’t you asleep?”

“Why aren’t you?” You tease, quickly falling smitten as he quietly laughs. “What are you doing out here anyways?”

His laugh dies down but even with the dark lighting a smile is still visible. “I couldn’t sleep, thought a walk would tire me out. I thought everyone was asleep, but then I saw you.”

You can’t find a reply. Too entranced with the glowing waves once again, your eyes reflect it’s gorgeous stars.

“It’s really pretty out here at night…” He says, breaking you out your the trance, you slowly turn to look at him, taking in his features.

“Yea…” you whisper, but you aren’t making eye contact with him, your eyes are locked onto his dark skin, and the bioluminescent freckles that decorate his face. It’s familiar.

For a moment your eyes glance towards the bioluminescent waves that collided with the rocks behind him, then back to his freckles.

“Huh…” you ponder.

“Hm?”

You look at him, eyes meeting as you blink to break your trance in embarrassment. “Oh it’s just, the waves.” You mumble, “they kinda remind me of you…” immediately you feel stupid, where’s all this confidence coming from?

“They do? How’s that?” He mumbled back, leaning closer to see your face and tilting his head in semi fake curiosity, you can see he’s amused with your words, he’s teasing you.

“Your freckles, they glow… like the waves.” You mumble in your flustered state. After his silence you quickly deflate. “I dunno, I just, nevermind…”

The silence is awkward for you, but it only lasts another few seconds. “You’re sweet.” Are his only words.

This only sends you deeper into your state of embarrassment, but he continues.

“Do you like them?”

“Huh?”

“My freckles.”

You ponder in your mind for a moment debating your next words, “Yea, they’re pretty.” You say and tilt your head away and down to stare into the glowing waves once again to distract yourself.

“Thank you. I like yours as well, I’ve never seen a pattern like that.” His accent breaks through his words as he compliments you.

“Really?” You question, as if in disbelief. You look away from the ocean, gaze locked onto the rocks surface in-front of you. “I used to cover them up…but uh, you know.”

He leans towards you, his hand on your shoulder to make you look at him, his face is showing some shock, “why would you cover them? they’re beautiful.”

You giggle nervously, both embarrassed and flustered. “It’s stupid…”

After your words, Neteyam slowly retracts his hand from your shoulder, “well I’m glad you’re showing them now, I would hate to miss out on something so pretty.” You can’t tell weather he’s complimenting you or just your glowing freckles, either way, it manages to make you blush

You giggle then exhale “Thank you, Neteyam…”

After a moment of him simply tracing your face with his eyes he speaks, “You’ve always been so pretty to me.”

You feel warm all over, a fuzzy feeling in your stomach as you can’t find it in you to look at him. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear due to the sudden heat in your face.

“Would you like me to walk you to your marui?”

You finally glance in his direction for what seems to be the first time that night.

“Yea, I’d like that.”

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gangplanksorenji · 1 year

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19:01

Pairing: LE SSERAFIM Kazuha x Male Reader

Word Count: 3670

A/N: Hello Orenjideul! I was really consdiering writing this and after listening to "7PM" by BSS, I knew that this was the time so, here it is! Hope you enjoy this short fluff piece with Zuha (btw, she looks very stunning this comeback) and it's clearly inspired with that song in mind. Enjoy!

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“Come meet me at seven,

And stay ‘til eleven

But won’t go to bed then,

‘Cause this feels like heaven—”

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Time is ticking as you watch the busy metropolis lights emitted from the distance, so as the moon appears in the night sky that's once emanated by the bright sun.

Rustling leaves and the cool breeze match the silence of your unhurried footsteps, determined to meet someone that’s exceptional, way beyond exceptional—you just can't seem to define the exact word but it'll do.

Taking a look at your watch, it displays “6:54”.

“I don't need to rush getting there, there's still some time left.” you said to yourself.

You hurriedly get your phone from your pocket and read the last messages with her and you're glad your memory isn't failing you.

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zuha_kang: “Come meet me at 7 PM, Oppa. In the usual restaurant we've been eating at, see ya! <;3”

Well, what is she having in store for you?

You'll never know as sometimes, she's unpredictable. Looking for patterns can't even let you read her like a book, not even the tiniest bit.

She does invite or text you to spend some time with her somewhere and same as you also do it to her but this time, it's out of the blue—knowing how she's with her friends today until, maybe, the end of the day.

Knowing the latter was none of your business but you just can't let these thoughts out of your head.

Have you done something wrong? Is she preparing a surprise for you? And way a lot more.

These are just one of the many thoughts but you won't let yourself overthink this much, not when she's all over your mind after another exasperating day of school and to deal with such boisterous and annoying classmates.

Kazuha—that's her name. The girl that you've been scared of when she's staring blankly and sternly towards you and the girl that made your heart beat a trillion times. She's such a sunshine and a clingy girl whenever she's near you and also with a flexible and clever mind—maybe her years of ballet helps with the way her brain coordinates things. Also, her beauty is way too captivating for your eyes—her simple-yet-so-elegant visuals always makes you in awe.

Your eyes wandered around the spacious conglomeration of concrete and grass all over the park, finding her as your eyes now focused on the benches, on where she’s sitting.

Not here, not there, oh! There she is—

Your eyes automatically averted to her—knowing it’s her and it’s probably your instinct recognizing her distinct features, even from a mile away.

“Hey Oppa!” her tone is surprisingly vivid, unlike the casual, cold greeting of her whenever she sees you.

Her face is also enthusiastic, her delighting gaze and her wide smile making you feel butterflies on your stomach—it almost feels surreal yet you’re loving every second of it. She then rushes to hug you tight as you quickly reciprocate the hug, making her squeal softly and silently, almost inaudible.

“Hey Zuha… You came to s—oh wow…” Your words were cut by the sight of her mesmerizing beauty, admiring her and stunning you on the process—her features on-tact as the gray-colored blazer-like coat compliments her looks very well alongside the black long sleeves and the pearl necklace being the cherry on top.

“Like what I wore, Oppa?”

“Yes, Zuha. You look fantastic. So incredibly fantastic…” Your eyes are still spacing out, as you’re still star-struck by her beauty.

“Uhm, anyways. You came to see me now, huh?”

“Yeah, I suddenly like, I don’t know, like—uhm, hmm, just want to hang out with you, y’know?”

Did she hit her head or something? Something doesn’t feel right; there’s a disturbance within the force—

“Well, you’re lucky that my boss is in a good mood today and agrees to let me leave work earlier, heh.” You scuffed a breath out, making sure that Kazuha knows how lucky she can be to meet her at this exact moment.

“Well—” Kazuha held both of your hands as she looked at your eyes, endearing enough to make your heart melt like butter and pouts right after. “—I’m sorry about that then, Oppa.”

“Nah Zuha, you ain’t sorry. It’s alright.” You scoff and smile right after yet you then feel unnerved suddenly. You don’t exactly know the reason but maybe it’s just the fact that Kazuha is acting not-so-herself today and you can’t help but notice it and she’s not even hiding it, even the slightest bit. You didn’t really mind it as you’re liking this affectionate and clingy version of hers.

The both of you then walked your way around the park as you continued to blabber and chat about multiple things like “How did your day go?” and more.

Within a couple of minutes of strolling, Kazuha stopped from her tracks and looked at your eyes, staring endearingly right into your soul as a serene smile painted her face.

“Oppa…”

“Yeah?”

“Do you really know why I suddenly called you to come here?”

“Zuha, tsk—” you clicked your tongue as you feigned confidence, knowing why she called you here suddenly as you let your intrusive thoughts win.

“—you said that you wanted to see me and… oh…”

Kazuha taps your shoulder, raising her eyebrows as she smirks with that sudden realization of yours, maybe her thinking the same thought as you were thinking.

“Maybe you know now? And why did I sit on that specific bench?”

“I know, I know. Ahhh, this is where we—first met. Yeah…”

The both of you shared laughs alongside the sincerely delightful smiles as you reminisced those times when you first met her.

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Speechless. You're just speechless on a single minute of eavesdropping about your parents' quarrel over the front door.

It was supposed to be one of the best days of your life as you'll get to see them after a year of living away from them because of college and to your surprise—well, you're going to surprise them yet the tables have turned pretty quickly—your mother found out that your father is cheating with another woman and with that single information, you felt stabbed at the back.

You've never felt this much pain and anguish in your life—you feel defeated and angry at him, and even, yourself. You had nothing to do with this yet you feel guilty of making your father do such a cruel act—because you chose to pursue your dream, to study the course that he never wanted you to—yet you tell yourself that it was never your fault.

Yelling and loud thuds can be heard inside the house as you feel the presence of them going near towards the front door. You swiftly hid behind the white brick-chiseled concrete post as tears involuntarily came out of your eyes, another stream following as you can just inevitably hear them argue. You then heard your father starting the engine of the car from the garage, knowing that he's going to leave your mother alone. This then sent you into your breaking point.

You were driven by your own emotions and so are they as you quickly ran away from the house and even though if you try to stop them or even appear, things may get even worse.

You just don't know what to do at that point.

You're scared.

Confused.

Broken.

Defeated.

Angry.

More emotions run down your veins as you can only think of running away as far as possible where you can't hear nor see them.

You curse yourself as you wail on how unfair life could be.

How unfair life could be…

The nimbus clouds are getting darker, signaling that it will rain soon. You didn't care to say the least as you feel enervated and sad. You then sit at a bench on the park where you are right now as you lay your head down and possibly think of what you could've done wrong.

Rain starts to pour as you feel droplets of water meet your skin as the rainfall gets heavier all of a sudden, you crying alongside the weeping clouds of nature.

You just sit there, lost and done as you feel nothing but pain when suddenly the feeling of the raindrops meeting your skin stops.

Did it suddenly stop raining? Or…

“Hey, sir. I’m afraid you’ll catch a cold.”

A voice. A voice lingered to your ear as you’re not hearing the voices inside your head but rather, a person holding an umbrella, preventing you from getting wet even though you’re soaked in it.

You looked up and saw a feminine figure with her grayish-colored blazer alongside her black denim pants. You can’t clearly see her face as your eyes were fogged by the raindrops and your tears but you instantly felt a magnetic connection between her.

Oh, love, that’s what you call it—more like it’s called “love at first sight”.

You never really believed in that saying once you heard it from the start, not until it happened today. You heart beats a trillion times more than what it should be—it can maybe surpass tachycardia at this point—and you can’t help but feel a little bit of hope on what this angel did.

“Sir, are you alright?”

She still keeps looking at you, still holding her umbrella up as concern is evident in her tone. You just kept your head down, not even bothering her yet deep inside, you feel butterflies to your stomach—a feeling you’ve never imagined was true.

“Sir?”

“No.” A cold “no” was just your response. Your tone wasn’t anywhere near being intimidated nor being uninterested but rather nearly just monotone. You can sense that she wasn’t bothered by your current mood as she knows what’s up with you—she respects and knows how she can make you unprovoked even though she’s practically just a stranger in your eyes.

Within that awkward minute, she lends a hand to you, reassuring you with her saccharine smile as you momentarily smile back at her, yours is more vexed considering what you’ve been feeling today. With a little bit of hesitation, you held her hand as you stood up, you then wiping your tears to see her clearly and time went slow as you saw her enticingly beautiful face. You were starstruck and in awe as her sharp and distinct visuals sent your brain into haywire.

“Thank you…”

“No problem sir. Oh, by the way, I’m Kazuha.”

“I’m Minsung. Nice to meet you, Kazuha.”

The both of you then bowed at each other as you smiled at her, a little bit more gleeful than before. Feeling comfortable with her all of a sudden, you then started another talk with her as you initiated to hold the umbrella for her. She finds it rather flustering as your gentlemanly actions made her shy, earning yourself a delightful grin.

“Why did you bother talking to me?”

It’s singlehandedly awkward with what question you spat out of your mouth and even Kazuha remained silent yet smiled even though you radiated a gloomy aura—she rivaled it.

“Uhm, I just saw that you’re the only one at the park and, I said to myself, “Why not approach him and maybe do something?”, so… yeah, I just suddenly felt bad.”

But who on Earth would mind approaching you while it's raining? Apparently, it was her, and you can’t help but be enlightened with just her simple action.

“Oh… thank you I guess…”

You feel like you don’t deserve to talk with this angel in front of you but you definitely deserve a girl like her.

A girl like her is someone you can talk to when you feel alone.

A girl like her is someone that can cheer you up whenever you're feeling down.

And, a girl like her is someone that you can always lean on whenever you're struggling.

She's maybe the one you've been looking for and she's maybe checking the boxes of what your type of girl would be.

Even though she's still a stranger in your eyes, it uncannily feels like the both of you had been best friends for years and that feeling could never be better.

“Mingsung, don't you mind going to a shade there at the corner? The rain may get worse and we can't afford to be wet, and you, to be wetter.”

“Oh, sure.”

The both of you then waddled your way to that concrete shade at the exit of the park as the both of you sat down comfortably.

“Oh, I'm kinda shy of asking this but, I think you're older than me—are you older than—uh… me?”

“Oh, I'm born in 2002 and how about you? I'm very sorry I called you without honorifics—”

“It's alright, Oppa. Also, I'm sorry too for not calling you with honorifics. Anyways, I'm born in 2003.”

The both of you sighed in relief as you laughed it off about your earlier mistakes. She didn't mind your mistake and so is she, and that makes the guilt in your heart loose.

“Hmm, Kazuha—”

“Yes, Oppa?”

“I suppose that you're not from Korea, right? Or am I missing something coz' like your name isn't Korean at all, maybe for me.”

“Oh, I am really not from Korea, Oppa. I'm originally from—”

“Japan?” you precede her actions as a knot in your brain tells you that she's Japanese but are you really right though?—

“Yeah, I'm from Japan, Oppa. Mainly in Kochi but I grew up in Osaka most of my years.”

“Ohhh…”

The both of you converse for a little while as delightful laughs and giggles emanated around the area. You didn’t mind the time passing and so is rain pouring as the both of you share your common traits, wants like music and hobbies and a lot more. You became so hooked on your conversations with her that you didn't even notice that the rain was slowly fading in intensity and eventually, it stopped.

“Oh, the rain has already stopped, Oppa and oh, I gotta go right now, sorry…”

She hurriedly readied herself as she was about to leave until a voice escaped from your mouth.

“Oh, Zuha…”

“Yes, Oppa?”

You fidget your fingers on to the hem of your shirt as you're uneasy and shy to ask her the thing you’ve been longing for since the minute you’ve engaged in a conversation with her.

“Ah-ha-ahh, if you don’t mind this Zuha—uhhh—can I get y-your number?” It may seem haphazard and out of the blue for you to do this as that’s what you hoped on what Kazuha may feel yet it absolutely had an not-so-unanticipated turn which you’re not sure on what to feel about.

“Sure, Oppa.”

You couldn’t be happier as this feels oh-so-surreal. Tell yourself that you’re overexaggerating but you can’t help but feel butterflies on your stomach. It has been awhile since you asked for a girl’s number and at the end, you even got rejected. With Kazuha’s simple action, that previous anxiety and scar of yours slowly healed into its original state—your heart filled with bliss and assurance that everything will be fine, again.

You rushingly gave your phone to her as she typed the digits onto your contacts and saved it there. A smile paints your face as this is a sign of further reassurance to the test that broke you earlier. You waved goodbye to Kazuha as she hurriedly waddles away, waving back to you as you can see her getting farther and smaller from your peripherals.

Zuha-yah~, thank you for entertaining me…

Yes. You’re thankful for her entertaining you despite the awkwardness in the rain earlier. In both ways, you felt a sudden connection, a magnetic one towards her. You felt the raising of your heartbeat and the thrill of excitement and you just can’t get rid of it. It must’ve been hard today after such an heartbreaking sight earlier but with a sudden angel, like her being the shining light of your abyss full of darkness, it was everything you could’ve asked for and you're grateful for that.

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“So, did something happen when you got home, Oppa?”

“I was really hesitant on going home, like, really hesitant but I had no choice—I didn't want to sleep in the streets since it was cold back then, so… yeah, I did go home and to my surprise, they were acting all along!!”

Kazuha was in shock as a puzzled expression was shown on her face. You giggled because of her as she scrunched her eyebrows, still can’t process and believe what she just heard.

Yes. It is surprising. Roller-coaster of emotions, huh? I’ve felt that too, reader. Well, it was out of the blue, to say the least because everything felt more than real. You completely unravel the truth to Kazuha as it was unbelievable as the first listen, let alone to you, ingesting the sudden happenings at that moment. Your parents acted on a heated quarrel in order to surprise you because they know you’ll come. How did you know that they were a plan ahead of you? Well, there are two things to consider: the first one is that they told you right after they surprised you and second, it’s just the knot in your brain telling you that it’s an instinct that you’ll plan to surprise them. It was a sudden relief of a weird predicament that happened, and you couldn't be any better realizing that it was all just an Oscar-worthy performance from your parents.

“Oh my gosh, Oppa. I can’t believe they did that! Woah… I wouldn’t expect that too if I were in your shoes…”

“If you only knew how real that was, you would bawl your eyes too.”

“Yah, Oppa. Stop making me think about that~”

“Sorry—ahh… Come here, Zuha.”

You invite her in a warm embrace as she quickly joins you. Kazuha’s cheeks hint a rosy pink as she gets shy from your affection. It was nothing new but nevertheless, it just makes her way too endearingly pretty. Still in your embrace, she hitched a breath as she prepared herself to say something.

“Oppa, back to when I was saying, you know the other reason why I suddenly called you?”

“What is it, Zuha?”

All you can see is Kazuha reaching from her back pocket, handing a small, red, rectangular box towards you and then flashing a smile.

“Open it, Oppa. It’s just my small gift, for you…”

You knew from the moment you saw the box that it was a gift from hers, yet not knowing what kind of gift it is. It could be anything small that you could think of: a necklace, a bracelet, a ring, a watch and the list goes on and it just pushes you into further anticipation. You then gently untie the ribbon and open the lid on the box as you can see Kazuha’s vivid expressions: her smile full of glee, her eyes sparkling in anticipation and her hands fidgeting and uneasy.

“Woah, Zuha…”

“Do you like it, Oppa?”

Before you could answer, your eyes scan the distinct details of the bracelet as the metallic sculpting of a cursive-like calligraphy of your name luminates from the dimness around. You can clearly see your favorite colors in the bracelet—which is blue and gray—which make it much more appealing to you as you appreciate Kazuha's efforts in giving you one.

“You've played a big role in my life, Oppa. I'm just so grateful for meeting a guy like you, so, I reflected on myself and I wanted to give you something that would be memorable to you.”

Kazuha's eyes hint a glint as the emotions run down her veins, letting it speak for herself. She still anticipates your reaction as her furrowed eyebrows are one of the evidence of it.

“So, Oppa, did you like i—”

“I love it so much, Zuha.”

You suddenly hugged her with the only aim to show how grateful and thankful you are for receiving a gift from hers. You pull out of her embrace as you cupped her cheeks, adoring her and flashing a blissful grin. This moment leads to something magical, bizarre from the usual bonding the both of you have been into like playing some arcade games or more likely, watching the movies. Sure, it is heartwarming but nothing beats this moment on how it feels everything you've asked for, and you're loving every second of it.

“Thank you so much, Zuha. I'm grateful for meeting a girl like you too. If you only knew how much I love you, only if you knew…”

“But I always knew it, Oppa… Here, in my heart, I know it.”

You felt moved by her sentence as you kissed her forehead, letting her know how much you love her and how much you appreciate her. Without any time to waste, the two of you then waddle your way out of the park as the faint hum of the metropolis and the sound of crickets can be heard—it’s just so tranquil and you wish that this would last forever.

You mean the world to her as she does to you, so you're willing to spend your time with her, no matter what happens, just to see that oh-so-sweet smile of hers—it makes you happy more than anything, and you're willing to protect and cherish that smile.

“Will you stay until eleven o'clock with me, Oppa?”

“Of course Zuha-yah~ More than anything.”

A sudden smooch to her forehead brightens up the dimness brought by the night. Her smile is enough to illuminate the darkness of the trail that follows and enough to light up your world. She's all you can ask for and that's what the cherry on top—just her being herself, nothing more, and nothing less. The night is still young and you'll be with her until the dawn of tomorrow comes, or maybe be with her, forever.

“'Cause at seven you will be, be here with me.”

#le sserafim #kazuha #le sserafim fluff #le sserafim scenarios #le sserafim x male reader #le sserafim fic

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valentine-writes · 8 months

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Spot nation is here humbly requesting again u-u One of your recent works breifly touched on The Spot getting protective over an upset reader. Would love to read your take on expanding that concept. :^] Make it as lighthearted or serious as you like! Maybe the reader has to tell him to chill out instead. Like, we love you queen but take it easy. No worries if this isn't smthn you want to do! Loving your writing in general! Take care :>

「 tws + notes: POSSIBLE FLASH WARNING FOR THE GIF BELOW THE CUT?? (jus to be safe!! idk if this is needed or not-), no tws, unedited, super silly moment from me im not in a slash srs mood 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

↳ ft. johnathan ohnn/the spot

author's note: AUWWHJWAB HELLO!!! u are so so polite omg thank u so much ! ^_^ i luv tha enthusiasm i've been seein from spot nation tbh!!! o((>ω< ))o i'd be happy to expand on that hc! im gon make it a little teeny tiny bit more lighthearted becuz i luv myself some silly hcs but here we go!! super duper soz if itz a bit short anon </3

▸ i think i like writing the spot as a silly lil dude who is jus tryin so so hard. but also he did work for Fucked Up Evil and Co. (alchemax is just brimming w/ all sorts of brilliant minds with horrifying ideas in the name of science. kingpin ran this shit and would not have it any other way) like he's not beyond being an absolute menace he just didn't have the means for it at the beginning of the movie. so we're gonna keep it lighthearted and silly but,,,

we're gonna keep this in mind too, yeah?

▸ you're incredibly dear to him. he's become a little more protective than he usually would be (can't have you being taken away from him! not after literally everyone else in life life ditched–) and it's just the littlest bit unhealthy.

he really does mean well! you just find yourself reminding him to dial it down a bit.

▸ especially after he's gotten a hang of using his powers?... he's got the means to keep you from harm. he may still be insecure about his appearance, but those thoughts can be (temporarily) satiated when he knows what he can do.

the power at the multiverse, in the palm of his hand

i mean. you can't expect him to not want to defend you with it.

▸ you remind him, time and time again that he really doesn't need to check up on you that frequently. in spite of this, he can't help peeking into a portal, just to check on you here and there.

"i swear to you, i'll be fine." you tell him, time and time again- and he trusts you, he really does. but it doesn't hurt to be absolutely, positively, 100% certain, right?

▸ on the days you're upset because of a particularly bad day (not specifically conflict with people, just little things or internal issues, etc, etc... the Horrors,,,,) he offers the support he knows that he'd want.

if you're a person who's obvious with their emotions, he's pretty okay with picking up the cues you're not doing fine. will start up a conversation and then awkwardly ask if you're doing okay.

it's a little more tricky if you're subtle. overtime, he learns what to look for- little signs that indicate you're not doing well- and ensures that he's straightforward in asking about how you're feeling.

and sometimes, he able to sense that something is off. there's a tension in the air neither of you want to talk about, a feeling in his bones that he can't quite shake. he dislikes this the most. mainly because it's easy to attribute this feeling to overthinking. he'll check up on how you're feeling anyways. even if it takes a while to muster the courage.

without fail, he feels his heart break a bit when you look up at him with the saddest expression he's seen on your face. your frown is almost painful to see :(

he's got a very formulaic strategy in his mind that he uses to help you deal with bad days

something like this mefinks,,,

[ step a: he starts by asking what's going on with you... ask how you're feeling and all that. if your mood is negative, he'll try to ask why and if you wanna talk about it ]

if you choose to take up the offer, go to step b. if you refuse, go to step c.

[ step b: listen! provide support, be attentive. he'll let you rant, scream about it (ok maybe not too loud though, but,, y'know. if it helps, it helps), cry- anything. if you do cry, go to step d ]

[ step c: distract!! distract, distract, distract. you got a favourite comfort show or movie? he tells you: hey, you haven't watched it in a while (even if you have), why don't we put it on? your favorite video game? he'll play with you! talk about your favorite things or talk about nothing while you grab a snack or drink. he knows avoiding stuff isn't gonna work for long term problems, but he's more than willing to cheer you up ]

[ step d: SILENTPANICSILENTPANIC... internally he's just kinda freaking out because it's hard to see you cry. he's not awful with comfort- just a little stiff, y'know? much better with distractions. but in the event of you crying: he'll rub your back, wrap his arms around you. or give you space (depending on what you need) probably goes "hey, no, no no- it's okay, it's okay-" while attempting to soothe you. gives you time to cry it out while he babbles reassurances under his breath. ]

he really does try his best (´꒳｀。)

▸ if you're beefing with someone and it's making you upset, he'll listen to you complain about them. out here nodding and agreeing with you like he was there to witness. again, he's got your back!!

(this part partially inspired by @//spdrslayr 's posts!!) in interest of cheering you up,,, you two make fun of the person.

if you're someone to openly bitch about someone and aren't afraid of getting a little mean behind someone's back,, he's making fun of them too.

of course, if you're like "noo,, but like,,, that's mean-" he's quick to remind you what they did. like they had the audacity, there's no need to be sorry.

if you're consumed by harrowing guilt anytime you're remotely rude (even behind someone's back) he'll tone the jokes down. just a little. he can be VERY a little out of pocket.

likes watching you try not to lose it, stifling laughter, as you share a moment over mutual hatred for said person

"hey– that wasn't.. that wasn't funny–" you're snicker, doing very little to hide the obvious smile on your face. he loves seeing your face brighten, the frown on it now replaced with a grin you just can't hold back

he's gonna crack jokes about them randomly too in your conversations. he's good at holding a grudge yeah,,, but at least in this case he's funny abt it. it's lowkey starting to sound like he was wronged instead of you.

▸ if someone hurts you? that's a whole other story. (hehe. whole- my bad.)

being inconsiderate, rude, and mean to you is one thing, but bringing physical harm to you?

he can't stand the idea that someone would want to harm you. it doesn't matter what happened in the events leading to it. he knows you didn't deserve it. he knows it. the minute he sees the tears stinging in your eyes,, the bruising on your body– the blood–

someone's going to have to answer for it.

(but im not talking abt him tryin to rock someone's shit becuz that would be 10x longer blehhhh :p)

#possible flash warning #the spot atsv #across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv x reader #the spot #the spot x reader #the spot headcanons #johnathan ohnn #johnathan ohnn x reader #johnathon ohnn #johnathon ohnn x reader #again tagging for this guy. ueueueueueu.... soundsns of cryhing....

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kazumiwrites-fanfiction · 8 months

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Mr. Perfect

SUMMARY: Azul struggles to say his true feelings. WORD COUNT: ~700

WARNINGS: Azul overthinking, Azul not wanting to confess, Azul hating himself (slight?? Idk) A/N: Me at almost 11 PM, half-asleep, writing this because I need to add something to my event before my birthday (September 4, which is- close by wow). Anyways this song has been stuck in my head and I felt like it would fit Azul I don't know (sort of does and sort of doesn't) Literally while looking through my playlists I figured out most of these are going to be hard to create a story around whoops- haha. So that's fun- For this event.

Azul had always been secretive.

Sure, you would never know it by the way he acted; he was always extroverted, always saying kind things, the whole shebang.

However, his true secret?

That he hasn't eaten much at all?

That he cries himself to sleep every night without fail?

All of that is hidden behind a radiant smile. A practiced smile.

He hid all parts of himself away; what else could he do?

He couldn't bear it if people thought he was weak. Not again.

And so he put up a front.

Even when he said "Love you," those words weren't a complete truth.

He did it to get what he wanted, to get it when he wanted.

Did that mean he was lying? Perhaps.

But the thing was… He wanted to be in love.

He was never good at loving others, and he mostly shut others down.

After all, who would accept him as who he was? A disgusting octo-mer? He'd laugh in their faces.

He's not the prettiest. He's not special. He's just… Him.

He tries hard, yes. He has to. Otherwise he'll go back to his child self. And he couldn't have that.

No one figured all of this out; not even Floyd or Jade. (Though they could come close with their guesses, especially Jade.)

The lies slipping out of his lips, sweet as honey. The overly practiced smile. Everything was perfected. It had to be perfect, after all.

Still, he couldn't help it when he fell in love with you. But he was terrified, to say the least.

He had said "Love you" to others. He knew that. He knew it was all a lie. But once he started to feel these… Things toward you, he wasn't sure what he could do, if anything.

Was this all a lie? Maybe. Was he lying to himself? He almost hoped that that was the case. Because if he was in love… What then? What could he do?

These thoughts plagued his mind. Day in and day out, it was all he could think.

He was so nervous in approaching you. Though he hid it well, almost teasing you, his heart was racing. If you knew him better, you would see the flash of panic in his eyes that happened ever so often that he so desperately tried to hide.

Still, he hid his weakness. Made sure no one, not even the twins, knew about it.

Azul knew that he had to be the strongest. He couldn't let this ruin all of his plans.

Still, he found himself being lenient toward you. Sometimes giving you a drink free of charge while you were at Mostro Lounge, sometimes just going out of his way to talk to you. Often, he would find himself ordering Floyd to get rid of the noisy guests while you were there so you could have some peace and quiet.

He was greedy. He knew he was being greedy. But he couldn't stop.

He wanted to stay with you; to be your partner, to make you happy.

But he was too afraid to make that final leap and open himself up to you.

To tell you his true feelings.

Until one quiet night at Mostro Lounge, when most of the patrons had left.

He worked up his nerve before slipping into the seat beside you.

You seemed confused, but it was okay - or so he told himself.

He opened his mouth for a moment before closing it again. He couldn't speak.

He was scared sick.

But still… He managed to say, "I am in lo- I care for you a lot, kantokusei-san. Would you… Would you like to go out with me?"

He met your gaze after a moment, hands shaky, breath catching in his throat. He said it. He actually said it. And he didn't stutter that much, either.

But as he waited for your response, he hoped you would feel the same way. Then, perhaps he could say "I love you" for real. And maybe you would know that these were the words that would never be lies - not to you, anyway.

As always, reblogs and comments are always appreciated! ♡ Send your thoughts grr

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rising-volteccers · 8 months

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ngl, i feel like one reason i love pokemon horizons so much is because of how much i can relate to liko. i saw some of your ask responses/posts about liko's character development and how others have some rather negative opinions on it. so, i was so curious to see how the episode would play out.

after watching the episode today, i personally think that what liko did does not ruin her development at all? i think it's fair, in the sense that liko is still in the midst of figuring out her path. i don't think her progress needs to be linear, and like kabu said, there is so much to learn from failure.

i also find that these seemingly sudden changes are realistic. on a personal level, even i act in different ways than i and others expect. in an academic setting, most people perceive me as confident and assertive because i lead projects and recite a lot, but there are times i hesitate out of fear (what if i can't do it? what will others think of me? what if my professor/supervisor thinks i'm incapable/stupid?). i've also experienced passing up the opportunity to someone else, only to regret it later and wish i stepped up.

liko feels very much like a younger sister to me, because i understand what it's like to grow up and how COMPLICATED that process is. personally, i think it's great that they add some moments like this in her journey. anyway, yeah these are my thoughts!

oh and just so you know, this is that anon who sent an ask about liking your account and anticipating your thoughts every week. will probably mark my asks with this star 🌟 so you know it's me hehe! hope you're doing well!

Honestly you put the words right into my mouth! Character development and growth isn't always linear! Sometimes I feel like those who are 'critical' about Liko's character forget that she's still ultimately a kid, a preteen at best. That's an age where you're continuously learning about yourself, trying to figure out who you are. Liko's a kind hearted, considerate girl. We've seen since episode one that she's the sort who overthinks, thinking that what she's doing is the best course of action but ultimately she didn't realize she wasn't considering the feelings of those around her.

What I feel like is one of Horizons' biggest strengths is that they touch upon topics that both kids and adult could relate to. Friede finding that being a professor isn't all that cracked up to be. Losing a friend over a disagreement. Showing kids that adults aren't totally different from them, that it's normal for them to cry too. Liko still figuring out her path, that there's even success in failures because you've got an opportunity to grow from it instead of it being a do-or-die situation.

You can fail. You can grow. You can achieve. I love how these themes are shown in the episodes.

And you're totally right about how complicated the process of growing up is! Even when you reached adulthood, it's still a work in progress to learn who you are, what you want, what your dreams are. It's nice to know that you see Liko as a younger sister! I too see her as one who I want to help her navigate through the intricacies of growing up.

Thank you for sharing with me your thoughts and informing me who you are! I'll just refer you as star anon then haha! And I'm doing as well as I can be! Just chugging along one day at a time. Hopefully you're doing well too!

#Pokemon Horizons #Hana answers

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cassarilladraws · 1 year

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Secret Identities and Misunderstanding

Lukadrien Fluffuary (using this prompt list) Day 10 - Asking For Reassurance Prev | Next Read it on Ao3 Words: 1811 The akumatized man blasted beams from a camera that froze everyone in poses like statues. Apparently, the superstars on the red carpet weren’t giving a photographer the poses he thought they should. They also weren’t holding the poses they did give long enough, as far as he was concerned. His frustrations were enough for Shadowmoth to send out an akuma to latch onto those negative emotions. Paris’ most famous model was unfortunately one of the many celebrities at the premiere. Which made him a target. “Second Chance!” Viperion activated his power and ran to scoop Adrien into his arms. His Miraculous giving him the option to try again if things went wrong. Adrien’s arms wrapped around his neck easily as Viperion carried him away bridal style. “My hero!” Adrien swooned once they were safely on a rooftop. Viperion quietly sat him down and looked back towards the chaos. Ladybug was zipping around with her yoyo as the beams fired. He seemed unsure, his shoulders tense. “You really swept me off my feet!” Adrien tried again flirtatiously to ease his boyfriend’s stress. When no response came Adrien put a hand on Viperion’s shoulder. “I know you have to get back to the fight but… something’s up. Want to talk about it?”

Viperion shrugged and tried to brush off his feelings. “I think I’m just reading too much into things… don’t worry about it. I don’t really have time to talk right now anyway.” The blonde crossed his arms and shifted his weight to one foot. “You’ve activated your power. You have a few minutes then you can reset or have to recharge anyway. We have time. I’m here for you. Something’s bothering you. Talk to me.” “Do you-“ Viperion paused and took a deep breath. “God. I’m just really overthinking things today or something…Ignore me I’m being stupid.” “You’re not being stupid. What is it?” “Do you still think I’m the right fit for this?” He gestured towards his Miraculous. “Of course I do!” Adrien’s arms uncrossed and he moved closer. “You are a hero. I meant every word I said when I suggested that Ladybug give you the Miraculous. Why are you questioning it?” Viperion could reset the loop anyway if he wanted to take it back. So why bother holding his feelings in? Even if he didn’t go back, Adrien was someone he trusted more than anyone else. “Sometimes I wonder if it would have been better for you to keep it instead.” Viperion admitted. Adrien scoffed at that. “I tried so many times. There were so many loops. Yet, I failed. Every. Single. Time. How can you think I’d be a better fit than you? I’m not meant for that Miraculous. You are.” “You only failed because Ladybug needed Chat Noir too.” Viperion pointed out. “You’ve told me before he never appeared in any of your loops. He’s the one that made the difference.” Pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, Adrien sighed. “You are the one that made the difference.” “Okay, maybe she did need me, but she needed Chat Noir too.” It was true and the one thing that made Adrien not feel so bad about his failures. Yes, he was necessary for the plan. Just not in the way he had hoped back then. “Okay, you’re right, but Ladybug and Chat Noir have called on you so many times since then, because you are good at what you do.” “If you say so.” Viperion glanced back at the battle. He could go back in time, grab Adrien and join Ladybug immediately using his power. If he needed to, that is. His Miraculous let him know he still had some time left. “I know so.” Adrien emphasized. Viperion lifted an eyebrow beneath his mask. Something about the way Adrien said that made it sound like there was more to the story. “You sure you’re not just biased because we’re together? It’s just… how can you be so sure I’m the right fit? There are plenty of other people in Paris. You’re not on the team, not that you wouldn’t make a great hero yourself. I mean, you’d be amazing with the right Miraculous! Heck, you’ve saved my life without one. You’re a natural! But how can you know how well I really do all of this if you’re not seeing it first hand?” “I’m am biased towards you in a lot of ways. I think you’re amazing. You know that. But when it comes to you, as a Miraculous holder? It’s just a fact that you are good at what you do. No one could utilize this power as well as you. Besides I was sure when I suggested you get that Miraculous in the first place that you had the qualities of a hero. We weren’t dating then.” Adrien stated matter-of-factly. “I guess…” Viperion glanced at the time left again. “Honestly, I’m wondering if Chat Noir doesn’t like me being on the team. He acts… different around me. He’s a great guy, he’d never want to hurt anyone. It just makes me wonder if he’d like to let someone else try the snake Miraculous instead for a while.” “Stop. Please.” Adrien held out his hands. “Are you doubting yourself because Chat Noir is acting weird around you?” “Well yeah.” Viperion admitted. “I’m usually pretty good at reading people. Hearing melodies and all that you know? But his confuses me. He has a wall up with me in particular. Like he’s blocking out the tune. What I do hear of it, sounds amazing and almost familiar. I see him interact with others and it’s not the same as how he is with me. He’s too careful around me. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t think I should be on the team at all, but he doesn’t want to hurt me by letting me know.” “You’ve got to be kitten me.” Adrien muttered as he hung his head and rubbed his temples. “What was that?” Viperion noticed his boyfriend’s hesitation. The blonde took a deep breath. “That’s not it at all.” He began. “He might be holding back around you but not because he doesn’t want you on the team or because he thinks someone else would be a better Miraculous holder than you.” “Then why is he so closed off around me?” “Maybe…” Adrien closed his eyes tightly. When he opened them again there was a decisiveness to his expression. “Maybe he is trying really hard not to flirt with you every time you show up looking amazing in that outfit.” “Huh?” Viperion wasn’t expecting this reaction at all. “Maybe he wants to tell you how purrrrfectly you use your power? Maybe he thinks you are incredible!” Adrien stepped closer to Viperion. “Maybe he’s struggling to hold back how much he adores you. Maybe he’s tired of pretending you’re just another teammate! Maybe he just wants to kiss you after a successful battle!” “...Adrien?” Viperion didn’t know what to say to that. Adrien looked over at the battle currently happening a few blocks away. Rena had joined Ladybug and they were holding their own, but he really should get over there soon. Viperion’s timer was nearly up and he’d need to recharge. Adrien wanted to remember this conversation. He hoped Luka would let the time run out. “Maybe… Chat Noir was trying to follow the stupid rules and in doing so acted in ways that made you question yourself.” Adrien looked deeply into his eyes. The soft gaze made Viperion melt inside. “Maybe he’s sick of the rules, especially since they made you feel like you’re not the amazing hero and person that you are.” In that moment, the wall Chat Noir had up crumbled. Luka realized the muffled melody behind the wall sounded familiar for a reason. All along, the hidden tune was Adrien’s. The Miraculous magic was strong, but Adrien’s words let Luka finally see past it. Viperion’s eyes widened as it sunk in. “You…” A Cheshire Cat grin appeared on Adrien’s face when he saw that his boyfriend had put the pieces together. “Me.” It all made sense to Viperion now, and he wasted no time leaning forward and kissing Adrien. They were interrupted when Viperion’s transformation faded. Luka and Adrien both laughed and pressed their foreheads together. “So, I guess I was right about you making an amazing superhero then…” Luka laughed as he reached into his pocket to give a snack to Sass. “And really wrong about Chat Noir hating me.” Plagg emerged from his hiding place and teased his holder playfully. “You’re so bad at holding in your looOOOoove for him, he thought you hated him. Kid, that is hilarious!” Adrien rolled his eyes. He knew Plagg was right and he was never going to hear the end of it. “Claws out.” There was a flash of green light and Adrien became Chat Noir. If he’d had any doubts left they would have vanished then. Luka noticed with amusement that Chat Noir’s tail flicked behind him. Not that Luka would ever pursue another crush while he was dating Adrien, but he couldn’t deny he’d been attracted to Chat Noir. Not only that, but he respected him a lot as Paris’ protector. Now that he knew the truth, things just made a lot more sense in Luka’s heart. His boyfriend never ceased to amaze him. “I’m in love with you and had to hide it! And what good did that do? You thought I didn’t want you on the team?” Chat Noir pouted. “Stupid rules. That’s so messed up! I want to be with you as much as possible and not just because you’re my boyfriend. I mean it. You are amazing as a Miraculous holder too. I’ve wanted to tell you the truth for so long.” The feline hero leaned forward for another kiss. “Nope. Not yet.” Luka gently pushed Chat Noir’s nose back and gestured towards the fight still going on. “You said something about a kiss after a successful battle right?” “Let’s wrap this up real quick then.” Chat Noir grabbed one of Luka’s hands and kissed it. “You coming, m’love?” He vaulted towards the fight. Luka looked down at Sass, who nodded. “Ready!” Soon, Viperion and Chat Noir joined the battle. It didn’t take long for Paris to be restored. Afterwards, Viperion and Chat Noir snuck off together. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to kiss you with both of us transformed?” Chat Noir caressed Viperion’s face and tilted his head. “Well, we’ve been dating a month…” Viperion leaned in. “True. But I was dreaming of you even before then.” Chat Noir crashed his lips into Viperion’s. The snake hero’s hand reached up into the blonde's hair, pushing them closer together. Turns out Viperion had been mistaken. Chat Noir absolutely loved having him on the team.

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Song of the Sea: Chapter 17: Stolen Kisses, Pretty Lies

Chapter warning: attempted sexual assault, explicit smut, alien sex, profanity, death threats Series warning: explicit smut, alien anatomy (it's a monsterfucker fic, guys), major character injury, grief, canon typical violence, autistic meltdowns, and my terrible attempts at Mando'a.

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After her night of performing for Cid’s patrons, Shiani had become a little bit of a star around the Parlor. Locals recognized her, and she was quite well liked. Too much, Tech thought after a third night in a row of her being offered drinks by the crowd of barflies. She always turned them down or offered them to the guys, and Cid had started just taking the guys money and giving her half for sitting at the bar drawing them in. Shiani had an assigned stool now, right by Cid listening to the trandoshan tell her stories about her old hustles, and was quite pleasant for being constantly annoyed by the customers flirting and her general distrust of Cid.

"You're staring a hole in her." Hunter flicked a straw wrapper at Tech as the rest of the Batch sat in their back booth, keeping a lookout for her and having nowhere else to really be anyway. It was getting late, and the sergeant was considering packing it in for the night. Omega was starting to doze off.

"I am only keeping watch for her safety." Tech muttered. "I have no reason to trust anyone in this bar with her well-being."

A particularly stubborn zebrak that had been flirting with Shiani was back, offering her a drink once again. Tech saw her shake her head politely and try to get back into conversation with Cid.

"He's stubborn, I'll give him that." Hunter smirked, Omega tucking herself under his arm as she started to get tired. "What do you think, kid? Think he's gonna ask Shiani out?"

"He did yesterday." She mumbled. "She said no."

"That persistence is concerning." Tech frowned.

"Not everyone takes rejection as well as Shiani." Echo shrugged.

Tech groaned. "Is this going to be a constant topic of discussion? My reasoning was sound. I cannot fail what I do not attempt.”

Omega yawned into Hunter's ribs and looked up innocently. "But Tech, you already tell her you love her sometimes. So what’s the deal?"

“I do?” He blinked at his sister curiously.

Omega nodded, holding her hands up and making three squishing gestures. “Three squishes. It’s code for I love you. I saw you do it before.”

Tech blinked. "... is that something she told you?" Shiani had been giving him “squishes” since the war started. Had she loved him that long?! If so, they were well past the theoretical time in which resentment should have built by now. If anything, he was doing better than he had been on Kamino. At least now he could see her daily…

"Kinda." The little girl smiled. "Back when we were getting Ruby."

Echo smirked slightly. “Oh, so about the time I heard you calling her cyar’ika. I told her what that means, by the way.”

Tech looked around at his brothers, who were all smirking. “This has been going on longer than I realized. I… may not have considered all the variables." He finally said faintly. "I need to talk to her."

Hunter nodded, getting out of the booth and picking Omega up. "And you need to go to bed. After you brush your teeth. I don't know what you and Wrecker were eating this afternoon, but I still smell sugar all over you."

She giggled as he took her back to the ship. Echo smiled after them. "He's turning into a dad."

"It's funny." Wrecker agreed. "But, uh… Shiani just walked out. So you might want to get on that quickly. She’s popular now, what if she goes out with someone else?" He and Echo vanished, leaving the genius with his many thoughts. He got up and headed to her usual, now empty seat. Cid was washing glasses behind the bar, so he tapped the counter to get her attention. "Where is Shiani?"

"Said she was going to the fresher. She was in a hurry, so I figured I'd watch her stuff." Cid shrugged. “She brings in a lot of customers, and a lot of credits.”

Tech scanned the area, realizing that the bothersome zebrak was also missing. "I see." His stomach was churning. Had she given in and agreed to give this guy a try, or was he following her?

The freshers were around back, so he pocketed her datapad and headed that way. Just as he reached the back hall, he heard the siren's voice. "Please just leave me alone. I told you, I’m not interested."

"C'mon, baby. I'll show you a good time."

"I’m not your baby. Please go away." She sounded upset, and Tech peeked around the corner.

Shiani was hemmed up against the wall, squirming away from the whisky-breath of the much taller male. He was catching her face between his fingers, too rough with her, as she tried to wiggle away. Tech knew she could have physically gotten loose, but he also knew Shiani. She didn't know if it was appropriate to defend herself, out of her depth in the surface world. She worried about overstepping, or embarrassing herself in this strange new world and froze whenever she was unsure or uncomfortable. When he got a good look, her eyes were huge and darting left and right.

She was scared.

"Let me go now please." She squeaked, trying to pull her face loose from his grip. “My friends won’t like you bothering me.”

“They didn’t notice you walked out. Must not be good friends.” He smirked. “I’ll bring you back to them in the morning.”

“Let me go!” She pushed her hands up, trying to shove him back with her hands. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them against the wall behind her. She opened her mouth to scream, but he yanked her head up and slammed his mouth onto hers.

He tasted of ash from stale cigarras and the bitter tang of alcohol. She instantly hated it, knocking her head against the wall to get away. This was not the kind of kiss she'd read about or wanted. It didn't feel special or make her happy like Echo and Wrecker said it would. It just made her feel sick, because he wasn't the right person. He wasn't Tech. It was supposed to be Tech or nobody.

Her tentacles slammed into his stomach when she finally fought back with her strength, hard enough he hit the opposite wall, and she scrubbed at her mouth with her hand. "Not supposed to be you!" She yelled, blue rings popping up and her fangs bared. "You’re not-"

"Shiani!"

"-Tech…" Her fury died in her throat and she turned a flushed blue when she heard the clone’s voice.

He had his blaster out, an absolutely lethal look on his face and one hand held towards her. "Shiani, come here. You, do not move." Tech didn’t even remember when he drew the blaster, but he wasn’t about to forget the horrified look on Shiani’s face when the creep put his hands on her. Or the sick, jealous feeling in the pit of his stomach when he’d seen the zebrak’s lips touch hers. The siren darted to his side immediately, and he moved her behind him. "I’m sorry, Tech. I didn’t-"

"You did nothing wrong." He cut her off before addressing the definitely drunk zebrak. "While I have no doubt that she could have killed you and been within her rights to do so, she did not. So let me make myself abundantly clear. You will leave. You will not return to a Cid's Parlor. And if you see Shiani ever again, you will not address her or touch her. If you do so, I will shoot you on sight. And I am a very precise shot. Are we clear?"

The man nodded, hands up. “You can fucking have her. She’s cuter with her mouth shut, though.”

Tech took a step back, pulling Shiani even with him. "Go, before I change my mind about shooting you."

The zebrak raced past them and out. Once he was gone, Tech holstered his weapon and looked at Shiani. His expression softened, and the hand that had been firmly on her shoulder moved to her cheek. "Are you hurt?"

"No… I’m okay." She whispered. "S-sorry. Shouldn't have left the bar… just trying to get away without making him mad…" Her eyes started to water and her hands came up over her mouth.

Tech wiped her tears with his thumb. "Shh. You are safe." He assured her in an impossibly gentle voice. "Do you want to go back to the bar, or to the ship?"

"Ship, please…" She whispered. She could hide her humiliation in her room at the tailgun.

He nodded, keeping a hand on the small of her back as he guided her to the Marauder. The bunkroom door was shut, and Omega was not in her room. Hunter must have let her crash with him, anticipating a need for a private conversation between Tech and the siren.

She sat down on her cushions and scrubbed at her eyes unhappily. Tech sat beside her, trying to figure out if what he wanted to say was going to make her more upset.

"Sorry." She finally mumbled again. "I know you don’t like it when I cry…"

"It is an emotional outlet. You do not need to worry about my comfort." He sighed.

"Can't help it. I always worry about what you think. And you saw… that." She hung her head. “I feel disgusting… I didn’t want him to touch me, but I didn’t want to get in a fight…”

"I should have noticed you were gone from the bar more quickly. This was not your fault."

"But it's gone Tech!" A fresh wave of tears started and she couldn't get them to stop.

He blinked. "... What is gone?"

"First kiss. All the stories say it’s special. It’s supposed to matter, and you remember it forever. I just want to forget, though." She hung her head. "He tasted like smoke and liquor…"

Tech paused. "Is that what you were saying, when I intervened?"

"Yes." She wrapped her tentacles in loops around herself, not looking at him. "It wasn’t supposed to be him. Supposed to be… no, nevermind.."

"I would like to hear it." Tech urged. He knew what she was going to say. He should have known it years ago, but he’d been to preoccupied with trying to maintain what they had that he’d forgotten things could be improved.

"It was supposed to be you." She whispered. "Or nobody at all."

Tech sat with that for a moment. "May I propose a solution?"

"How can you fix this?" She gestured vaguely, finally turning her head to him.

"While I cannot undo what has already occurred, I was initially looking for you to discuss our previous conversation on the topic. I… may have acted without all available data." He pushed his goggles up his nose. “It was brought to my attention that you have been using a secret code to indicate your feelings for far longer than I realized. Which means if you were going to come to resent me, you would have done so by now.”

She sat stock-still, hanging on his every word once again, like when they'd been alone on Kamino. "Omega told you?"

"She did. Apparently I have been answering without realizing it for a while now." He smiled a little, slipping his hand down her arm to catch her hand and give it the three squeezes he was accustomed to. It was the first time he’d responded knowing what it meant to her, but he meant it. "While I cannot give you back a first kiss, I would be delighted to make up for it in numbers."

She swallowed hard and nodded. "Please?"

"Come here." He shifted so he was facing her and patted his thigh, encouraging her to slide into his lap.

“This is a different kind of touching.” She said cautiously. “You don’t like things changing.”

"In this scenario, and with you… I do not mind. In fact, I am looking forward to it."

She hesitantly let herself slip into his lap, her thighs over his and knees folded on either side of his hips. The plastoid of his armor was cool and hard, but she didn't mind when his arms settled around her waist and pulled them chest to chest. He lightly tipped her chin up, careful with her where the last touch had been harsh. "You have pretty eyes." She said softly, honest and smiling shyly. "I’ve always thought so."

"My actual eyes, or my glasses?" He chuckled, letting his gloved fingers stroke her cheek.

"Yes."

He leaned in, pressing gentle lips against hers. It was sweet, almost feather light, and when he pulled back she found herself chasing his lips with her own. Tech laughed again. "I take it that you like this?"

"Yes." Shiani breathed. "Kiss me again?"

"Of course." This time when their lips met, he cupped the back of her neck and pressed a bit harder. She squeaked into it and his tongue slipped into her mouth, careful of her fangs, and coaxed her to reciprocate. It only took a little encouragement to turn heated, both of them having tried to ignore the desire for far too long.

When Tech broke for air, his goggles had fogged up. "Shiani… If you wish to continue this, I have a confession."

She smiled dreamily, licking her lips like she was trying to coax him back to her. "Mm?"

"There is very little data on your species… I am not entirely certain of biological compatibility or if you even… what I mean is, I am not sure how this is supposed to work or…ah, if sirens…"

She giggled. “Have sex?"

"Yes." He flushed. "While there is clearly some way your people procreate, I was unable to find anything to indicate how or if it was done for other purposes…"

Shiani nodded. “We make love just for love, not just babies.” Her head moved to his shoulder, tucking her face into the crook of his neck and nuzzling against the collar of his blacks. “In this form, it’s not too different from humans.”

Tech raised an eyebrow. “I was unaware you were familiar with human intimacy.”

She giggled again. “Your brothers told me what kisses were, so I looked them up. They lead to other things sometimes.”

He almost laughed along with her, and the sheer ridiculousness of realizing she’d probably be looking at porn like an anthropologist trying to understand humans. “Are those ‘other things’ something you’d be interested in?”

Shiani nodded, peeking up at the curve of his jaw from her spot on his shoulder. “You weren’t the only one who wanted it. I just didn’t have anyone to tell.”

Tech tipped her chin back up and kissed her once more, shifting to lay her down in the middle of the bedding. “Do not hesitate to tell me if you are at any point uncomfortable.” He murmured against her mouth before sitting up to remove his armor with his usual military precision. She watched him, not quite sure where to put her hands and suction cups, until he’d stripped to his blacks and was climbing back next to her. He leaned back against the gunner's seat and once again patted his thigh.

This time she was eagerly climbing into his arms, letting him arrange her so she was straddling him. His hands lighted on her hips, moving her exactly where he wanted her. When he found the right angle, he guided her pelvis to grind against him.

Shiani held tight to his shoulders and buried her face in his neck as she gasped, heat pooling in her core with every pass. The friction of their clothes, his strong arms holding her, and the faint groan right next to her ear was sinful. She'd wanted him for so long… her Tech was finally holding her like she'd dreamed about.

Tech was delighted with her demanding, needy sounds. He knew where on a human body he could stimulate, but with Shiani it was all an experiment. And he loved experimentation… he turned his head to carefully trace his tongue down the delicate fin that formed her ear, then blew a stream of cool air over the moisture.

She shuddered, hands squeezing his shoulders hard. "T-tech…"

"Your ears are quite sensitive." He purred, voice low and borderline smoldering. "I wonder where else I could touch that would get those pretty sounds out of you. The legends were correct, sirens have such enchanting voices."

Shiani fumbled a tentacle down his arm, bringing his hand to her chest and pressing it into her skin. "H-here…" She whispered.

Tech nodded, slipping his hand underneath her shirt to palm her breasts. He was surprised how full they were, for her size and need to be streamlined in the water. But they fit nicely in his hand, and when he squeezed she gave him a breathy whine of his name. "May I remove this?" He released her hip to tug at her shirt. She nodded breathlessly. "Arms up, my lovely girl."

She raised her arms and Tech pulled the shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor before he skimmed his hands up her sides. Her belly and chest were a lighter purple color, and the delicate buds were nearly ultraviolet. Tech's lips latched onto her immediately, catching her before she could topple backwards when she arched into his mouth.

He lavished his attention on her chest, teasing the stiffened peaks. Her skin was so soft, delicate under his tongue. "To think, I could have had you long ago. You would have been mine right there in your little cave on Kamino, wouldn't you?"

"All you ever had to do was ask…" She gasped when his leg flexed under her, grinding into her core again and adding another level of need to the blooming lava under her skin. Siren females usually took the lead in situations like this, but she liked the way Tech handled her. Then again, sirens didn’t use their mouths like this either. Her people might have been more deprived than she’d realized.

She sang such a pretty tune for him that he couldn't resist drawing out more. Pulling her down again, his free hand slipped into her leggings and began exploring her. He found she'd been correct that she wasn’t too different anatomically from a human, at least based on what he could feel. Her insides were another story, but this was something Tech knew how to work with, and he deftly teased the bundle of nerves between her legs. She was slick and desperate, now grinding of her own accord on his hand. "Good girl." Tech crooned, tongue following the dip of her collarbone. "Keep moving, just like that."

When Shiani shifted again, he twisted his wrist and slipped two fingers into her. She clenched tight around him, voice pitching upwards and teeth clamping together. Her pretty cries turned into a humming, as he began meeting her rocking hips with his own movements. She was a spectacular instrument in his hands, soaking through her pants and his own where she was in his lap.

"Go on, mesh'la. Let go and come for me." He urged, curling his fingertips against something wicked inside her. "It's vital that you are relaxed before I give you anything more." His thumb moved in quick circles on her apex, drawing her to the edge of her resistance almost lazily. "Very good, my dear. Oh, you look so pretty like this. Go on and come."

Shiani caught hold of either side of his face, pressing her forehead against his and letting out a haunting note as she broke open on his fingers. The sound plunged into his chest with the force of an ion cannon, carrying a million sensations. Warmth flooded his extremities, his heart did a triple-time uptick, and his churning mind went silent to only one thought that remained.

Utter devotion. In your presence, to the point of distraction. In your absence, to the point of pain.

She went limp in his arms, head falling off of his to rest on his chest. She was breathing hard, gills fluttering on her sides. When Tech eased a free hand down her spine, she shuddered at the feather light touch.

"Are you alright, Shiani?" He whispered, dazed himself.

"Y-yes…" She panted, nuzzling against his throat.

"What was that? That… note, when you put your face to mine?" He blinked the cobwebs from his mind.

"Siren kiss." She giggled. "Closest thing we have, anyway. It shares everything we feel… you understand now."

"Indeed I do." He kissed her temple. "Catch your breath."

She nodded, already perking back up at the kiss. “I like the way humans do this. Hands and mouths.”

Tech chuckled, sitting up as she pulled his shirt over his head. “I take it that is not a part of siren coupling?”

“No. Just singing and straight to sex. It’s still supposed to feel good, but I like this. I like feeling like I can worship.” She cooed, her hands moving immediately down his chest. He was flecked with scars, but lean and strong under her palms. The sharp nails he'd seen rip into enemies moved so delicately now across his skin, tracing his abdominal muscles and drumming playfully over the cradle of his hipbones. She seemed to consider something as she openly admired him, before pressing her lips to the center of his chest. "You’re beautiful." She whispered, slithering backwards from his grasp to move her reverent kisses downward.

He adjusted his goggles again as she met the waistband of his pants. He was rock hard by now, straining against the fabric his pretty siren helpfully relieved him of. He started to raise his hips to assist, but a pair of tentacles around his waist just picked him up a few inches so she could pull them off. "So are you." He blinked as she set him down, reaching out to run his fingers over the coiling limbs that had occupied a significant portion of his brain since he’d hit puberty.

"What was it that you wanted me to do with these?" She giggled again, looping one over his wrist to bring his hand to her face.

Tech went red and swallowed hard. “I… uh…”

“I’ll let you think about it for a minute.” She cooed, dropping her eyes to his erection begging for her attention. “Do you want me to touch you like you touched me?"

He nodded, enraptured by her eyes. Maybe the legends about sirens were right and her song was hypnotic, because he was hooked. Her lips parted, and before his lust-addled mind could do the math on it she was dropping them over his length and swallowing him down.

He'd be proud of his fortitude to let a venomous woman put his cock in her mouth later. In the moment, he couldn't put two words together. His usual grace and intelligence vanished with the warmth and suction of her mouth, and Tech turned into a desperate babbling mess. "A-ah, Shiani… pre-pretty girl… oh fuck Shiani, I- osik, ner cyar'ika- stars, I ah-ah…"

Shiani peeked up at him as she swallowed, careful of her teeth and watching him squirm. He bucked and arched at her attention, so she pinned all four limbs flat with her tentacles and held his hips down with her hands in the sweetest of torture. She might as well have been built for this, able to keep swallowing as she breathed through shuddering gills until her flat nose was pressed against his stomach and he was fully seated in her throat.

Tech lost his mind, eyes closed as she worked him over. He was pinned, out of control in a way he’d never been willing to tolerate with a partner… but he could, did trust Shiani absolutely. She’d never take advantage. He could let go, stop thinking, and just exist in the euphoric buzz of this…

"I- I am going t-to… oh fuck!"

Profanity sounded funny from his mouth, but Shiani didn't have time to giggle over it before her mouth was flooded with salt and Tech was writhing in her embrace. She let him pop from her mouth, and sat up after pressing a kiss to his pelvis. He was breathing like he'd run a marathon, watching her as she cocked her head at him and swallowed. "O-open your mouth." He finally mumbled.

She obligingly parted her lips.

“All the way.” Tech swallowed hard, and she blinked before splitting her mouth to let him see that she had indeed swallowed every last bit of his release.

"Perfect…" He breathed. "Come here."

She let him loose of her coils and climbed into his arms, settling on his chest comfortably. He hugged her to him, burying his face in her head. "You okay?" She peeped, eyes bright and a sly grin on her face.

"I am… excellent." He mumbled. "Give me a moment, my dear. Standard refractory period is… oh, I forgot. A few minutes."

She giggled into his chest and busied herself with kissing his neck, keeping herself entertained. “Good. You can tell me exactly what you want me to do with my tentacles now.”

"There will be plenty of time to explore different methods of pleasure, cyar'ika." He ran his knuckles down her cheek lightly. “I don’t intend for this to be the last time, do you?.”

“Absolutely not.” She breathed, stretching up across him to kiss his lips. Her fingers carded carefully through his hair, holding him in place as she set an almost languid pace of kisses.

Sure enough, his enhanced genetics kicked in after a few minutes, and he was pressing insistently against her hip. "I know that I insisted you wear pants on the day to day, but they are currently in the way. I need you undressed immediately." His patience was dwindling rapidly for anything but burying himself into her.

Shiani sat up and kicked the offensive garment to the floor, Tech scooping her back to him and pressing her onto her back with surprising ferocity. “I am aware you are more flexible than a human, and we can explore that later.” He shifted his weight to his knees and dragged her pelvis into his lap. "But right now, I want to see your lovely little face."

She nodded eagerly, arms akimbo above her head. Tech squeezed the flesh of her thighs lightly before pushing them back, leaning over her as he folded her in half and slowly drove his length into her.

Shiani's gasp was broken and wanton, fingers grasping into the bedding as the clone sank belly deep. He generously gave her a minute to adjust, his eyes half closed. "Y-you are exquisite." He finally rasped. Beyond exquisite, she was warm and inviting, splayed out under him like a forgotten sailor's dream. No wonder men of legend had chased sirens to their own deaths. How could anyone know a thing like Shiani existed and not be willing to sacrifice it all just to hold her?

And he was the fortunate one, the one who was saved from drowning instead of being dragged into the depths. She loved him, all this time. It was up to Tech to love her back half as well as she deserved.

So he gave it everything he had, setting a pace that let him drag the winding coil back to dizzying heights in her stomach. His goggles were half off, crooked and sliding down his face with sweat but he didn't dare fix them. There was no way he was taking his hands off her right now.

"My pretty, perfect siren." He groaned faintly, her muscles clenching nearly enough to undo him. He leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers this time.

She knew what he was begging for and cupped his cheeks, pouring out her melody for him. The heart stopping song dragged them both under, hitting the peak in sync and a debilitating flash of climax. They spilled limply into each other, muscle and bone turned to butter. Tech pressed a kiss to her forehead, and Shiani ran her claws tenderly through his hair. They lay there staring at each other, breathing hard and still tangled together.

"I love you." Shiani managed to whisper after a blissful eternity, finally able to say it to him. She’d been sitting on that feeling for too long. She wasn’t meant to keep feelings inside, she was built to sing them. It had been smothering her, and now she felt weightless. "With all three hearts."

"I… love you too." He closed his eyes, soaking up the sensation of her adoration and trying to express his own with only his shaky arms around her.

Shiani cuddled a little closer, listening to his pounding heart by her ear. It was so strong for only one…

Tech suddenly paused, opening one eye. "Shiani?"

"Yes?"

"... did you say you had three hearts?"

Shiani was asleep when Tech woke up. They’d been up all night, talking between bouts of sex. He hadn’t realized how many gaps there were in his knowledge of her people, but she was pleased to answer his questions. They had three hearts, they were selectively bioluminescent and used it as another part of their body language, and the faintly blue patterns on her skin brightened whenever he touched her in the dark. As she slept, they pulsed softly in time with her dreams.

She was sprawled over his chest and stomach, the clone wrapped comfortably in her limbs and stroking her head gently. It was nearly noon, and they probably needed to get up and moving for the day… “Shiani? Wake up, mesh’la.”

She stirred sleepily, pushing her face into his sternum like a petted tooka kit. “Mando’a…” In no hurry to open her eyes, she let her head tentacles wrap around his wrist and hold his hand to her face.

“Yes, it is Mando’a.” He smiled. “You studied the language, didn’t you? Do you remember what it means?”

She propped her chin up on his pectoral with a smile, tilting her head enough to kiss at his wrist. “You think I’m beautiful?"

"I do." He nodded.

Her delight was palpable, and she snuggled into him more. "Good."

"We should get up. There may be a mission waiting for us." He reached for his goggles, discarded on the floor. "They will probably tease us. Do not let it bother you."

"Brothers tease." She yawned, and he curiously watched her mouth.

“Would you ever consider letting me study your venom?” He caught her chin delicately.

“If you want to. But why?” She blinked.

“It would be beneficial to know how it works, and potentially develop an antivenom or resistance. If you recall, there was a very sensitive part of my anatomy in your mouth a few hours ago. An accidental bite would be unpleasant, and end a night prematurely.”

She smiled, letting him trace the seam along her cheek. “Good point. But don’t let Hunter see. He thinks I look weird.”

“He has half his face tattooed. He is not allowed an opinion on your face. Which is, by the way, adorable.”

“He’s a good brother, though. Sometimes, watching him with Omega makes me miss my brother.”

Tech kissed her forehead gently. "I know it will not make up for such a loss… but my brothers and sister love you now. It is just imperative that you realize I love you most."

Shiani giggled. "Three hearts, one for every type of love. Friend, family, and romance. I love your family with two, and you with three."

"Clever girl." Tech smiled, handing her her pants. "Come along."

She got dressed quicker than he did, watching him once her boots were on. He was covered in little purple splotches from her mouth, mostly on his neck and chest. In neat rows across the rest of him were lighter ones, perfectly round from her suction cups. She was a little proud of them, the unmistakable proof that Tech finally loved her back.

Once he'd gotten his armor on, he offered her his arm. "Shall we?"

She nodded eagerly and took his hand, letting him lead her out of the ship and into the Parlor. His siblings were in their usual spot, Omega still finishing her breakfast.

"Hey Goggles! Where do you get off scaring people out of my bar?" Cid demanded. "That guy took off like an irling out of hell!"

"He put his hands inappropriately on Shiani. It seemed logical you would not want someone like that around your establishment." Tech shrugged.

Cid blinked. "Guess that changes things. You okay, Suckers?"

Shiani nodded. "Tech rescued me. Do you need anything fixed, and I’ll pay for their breakfast?"

"Nah. I got a mission for you guys. We'll call breakfast even if some creep was giving you a hard time." Cid handed her two plates, and she passed one to Tech as they sat down.

"We eat fast and go work then." Shiani nodded, accepting a cuddle from Omega.

"You sure you're alright?" Hunter frowned. "Maybe we shouldn't have gone to bed so early."

"Shiani okay. Tech help." She explained.

Tech nodded. "I only had to draw my blaster, not fire it."

Hunter's expression shifted as they ate, keen nose catching something lingering on the both of them. "Oh. I see."

Echo smirked at his sergeant's tone. "Guess it turned out to be a good night?"

"We are not having this discussion." Tech grumbled. "The only thing that concerns you is that, yes, Shiani and I are in a relationship as of last night."

Wrecker grinned. "Finally."

Omega smiled. "That's why you look so happy!"

Shiani nodded. "I”m very happy, Baby Mega."

Tech jumped when Hunter hooked a thumb in his blacks collar and took a look at his neck, then whistled. Wrecker and Echo laughed.

"What's so funny?" Omega blinked at Shiani. Tech turned red, hoping she wasn't going to embarrass them both in her lack of awareness about human social expectations. Honestly, she was worse than he was most of the time…

She patted Omega's head gently "I just kissed Tech too much. They’re teasing, don’t worry."

Tech sighed with relief and waved his brothers off. "That is an accurate description."

"We'll, lovebirds. We got a job, so let's get going." Hunter smiled. Shiani shoved her breakfast in her mouth and nodded. Tech just tried not to smile at how cute she could be. "Tried" being the operative word, but he was definitely falling.

#explict #original character #clone force 99 #the bad batch #star wars #tbb tech #fanfic #tech smut #monster fucker #tentacles #song of the sea

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bubblybeetle · 1 year

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So I’ve been thinking a bit about an Age Swap AU for Rise. I’m not very involved with the fandom yet, so I’m not sure if anyone already made one, but here’s my take!

So Mikey would be the oldest! As such that means Mikey would probably be the Leader. He kinda took a more parental role growing up, which is what influenced his love of cooking here. He started out of necessity but ended up growing to love it. While he’s of course protective of his brothers, he’s not as anxious/overprotective as canon Raph. He’s very encouraging as a leader, to a fault even. “If you believe in yourself, you can do anything.” He genuinely believes his brothers can do anything they try, even if it’s outside of their skill level. Mikey also definitely gives out color coded star stickers after each mission, with different colors meaning different things, like best teamwork, best ninja skills, etc. Donnie and Leo are very competitive about it.

Meanwhile, Raph is now the youngest. He’s still physically the largest, but the others are still quite protective of their baby brother. He never had the stress of being the one responsible for keeping the family safe, so he’d probably be more relaxed than canon Raph, and more willing to go to the others for support when he needs it. Still a bit nervous and definitely still the worrier of the group. He gets babied by the group, much like canon Mikey does, but he doesn’t mind it as much.

So Hot Soup: The Game would be about Raph’s first solo mission. Mikey would be the one to suggest Raph go on a solo mission, to which Donnie and Leo would object, saying Raph wouldn’t be able to handle it. Raph would agree. He gets nervous being on his own, and would really rather have his brothers with him. Mikey will encourage him, insisting he’s capable of doing it on his own. Raph, on his own and faced with Cass would panic, and it would be the audience’s first time seeing Savage Raph. It could be a good lesson for Mikey that sometimes there are things his brothers can’t do, and that’s okay.

I would say that Donnie and Leo are relatively unchanged here, which is true, except for the movie. I know that it was because of Leo’s capabilities that he became leader, not him being second oldest, but I couldn’t resist switching it here and having Donnie be the leader post season two. His main issue as the leader is he tends to overthink his plans. He comes up with “perfect” plans for every mission, but if they fail, he kinda..panics. He freezes, trying to come up with a new plan, and ends up wasting time thinking rather than acting. It’s great to have a plan, but he needs to learn to think on his feet better. He also doesn’t much listen to his team, because he thinks his ideas are always the best. Mikey as a leader had too much faith in everyone, Donnie doesn’t have much faith in them.

With the role swap, Mikey would also end up being the one captured and turned into a Krang zombie here. When Mikey gets captured, Donnie tries to keep everyone in the lair from going after him. Not because he isn’t worried about Mikey, but because he’s terrified if he can’t make the perfect plan, he could lose another brother. Leo would try to go anyway, getting Raph to agree to come with. Being outnumbered, Donnie would cave in and go with them. After they see Mikey is being controlled, and stop to regroup, with the technodrome breaching the portal, he’d start panicking. There’s so much that still needs doing. He can’t do all of it at the same time! But then he realizes he doesn’t need to. He entrusts controlling the ship to Leo and Raph, so he can prioritize going after Mikey with his tranq gun. The plan is just to get Mikey out of there, and after the ship is back through the portal, they can worry about removing any of the Krang infection and getting Mikey back. Of course, in his fight with Mikey he loses his tranq gun, and his other brothers are captured and his entire plan fails. But this time he doesn’t panic. He tells Mikey he believes in him, and knows he can fight this. And of course it works.

For the most part it wouldn’t be too different, but I still think there’s a lot of fun potential for an Age Swap au for these guys.

#rottmnt #rottmnt movie spoilers #rottmnt movie #age swap au #rottmnt age swap au #rottmnt raph #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt au

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anisecandy · 10 months

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I have a my headcanon of Eddie when he was a kid:he was the total opposite of what he’s now as an adult so small,skinny,shy talk and a bit of a crybaby,he was a gentle,curious kid who loved to read,write and learning new things.Unfortunately he was a lonely kid,who was bullied by many cause they say “he’s a freak” “they don’t want him”or even because Eddie doesn’t talk to much,since Eddie was pressured to get attention from his father many adults viewed him as the epitome of perfection but that drove more Eddie to feel not good enough and even as a teen while he appeared more muscular and bigger than many classmates he was still bullied,until one guy pressed him so much that Eddie bursts and basically that led that guy at the hospital and now more people are afraid of him,his father hates him more and now Eddie feels more isolated than before

That's a neat headcanon! Incidentally, aside from the fact that I do believe Eddie was definitely a peculiar kid (probably a scrawny one too) it's also nearly the total opposite of mine on that matter 😅

(note: I'm ignoring everything and anything Cates brought to the canon. To me, this man is dead.)

I think it's because one of the things I like the most about Eddie is that he doesn't have confirmed some big, tragic event in the past. Something instantly recognizable to everyone as trauma, like physical abuse, or death of a close relative, or being bullied. I like that. And I don't imagine anything of this type happening to him. You see, there's a lot of stories that talk about how these kinds of massive events ruin people's lives and mental health. And that's great! We need stories like that! But I think it's also important to remember that things aren't always this simple. That sometimes there's no one massive bad thing happening. That sometimes, it's a multitude of smaller, invisible ones.

I don't imagine Eddie ever being particularly shy. But to me, he's still a person that was always more or less lonely. Aside from Anne, we know of no friends of his from before Venom, no people he would seem to trust and confide in. Along with that, comes the way he acts around people; he's socially awkward, but not in a particularly "shy" way; he's witty, can be pretty friendly and very straightforward, you never catch him overthinking what to say or how to act. Rather, he doesn't read social cues well and has difficulties recognizing boundaries, or what's appropriate in any given context. That strikes me as somebody who, despite having certain confidence, never really developed good social skills.

That's why, with what we know about him, I've always assumed that up until college, when he started pursuing a career he chose for himself, Eddie focused solely on getting his father's recognition. He had no time for making friends, he wasn't very good at it anyway, coming off as unapproachable and arrogant, so he didn't really bother. We know that Eddie excelled in school, which, considering that while he's certainly not dumb, he's no genius either, probably meant he was pouring all his efforts in. The only thing he did aside from learning was probably playing for sports teams in his school, in hope that maybe if excellent grades didn't get him his father's love: the trophies would. That, and reading. I imagine him always being an avid reader.

Still, all of that amounted to nothing. Nothing he did could get him the attention and approval of his father, and in his chase after it, Eddie didn't have time for any hobbies, for socialization, for actually living his life. He didn't develop any other meaningful relationship. From the outside, nobody would really notice anything was wrong, but it was only when he met Anne and then became a journalist that he finally had something that was his. He failed at everything else. But at least, now he had those two things that he could devote the rest of his life to.

Right?

#eddie brock #venom #venom comics #headcanon #ask

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judgementdaysunshine · 1 year

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Could I please get a LOTR and Hobbit match ups if you're still doing them?

For appearance: I'm a chubby bisexual female with dirty blonde hair with teal tips, and brown eyes. I tend to wear black clothing or some with black on it though I will wear colors other than black, black is just what I prefer.

Personality wise: I'm shy, introverted, tend to overthink and be insecure about things. I have some anxiety, mainly social anxiety. I tend to be quiet around those I don't know or unsure of, and once I'm comfortable around someone, I will be more outgoing.

My interests are: Mortal Kombat, Marvel, Horror Slashers, Undertale/Deltarune, One Piece, JJBA, Pokemon, Animals, Drawing (somewhat), and somewhat into R6.

I'm also pretty close with my family, or at least on my mom's side anyways.

Hopefully this is better, and I hope that you have a wonderful Easter (if you celebrate) 💙

Thank you! Happy Easter! ♥️

First I ship you with Bilbo Baggins!

He makes sure to to hold your hand tightly when your anxious gently squeezing it while rubbing your hand with his thumb

He loves seeing you with both your family and his nephew Frodo especially always smiling seeing him laughing in your arms or the two of you chasing each other smiling

He never minded you being Bi always listening when you saw attractive women and men pointing out to him that he didn't need to be gay or bi to appreciate a man that is attractive

He never cared how big or small you were always showing love to your curves every chance he got to especially when you talked bad about your body

He likes helping you with your hair whether it's braiding it,running his fingers through it,or taking it out of an updo style he always enjoys getting to somehow feel your hair in his fingers

He made sure when he went out to a market that was selling gifts especially when he was on his journey to Erebor he got you many different gifts from jewelry,crystals,and books to flowers,candies,and many types of black clothing

He is a bit off when you don't talk to him the first while after you meet but after the first few days and week you begin to be more talkative and lively making him feel in awe and slowly fall in love with you

Now I ship you with Aragorn! 💚

He always stared at your body in awe when you weren't paying attention at how beautiful you truly were even just walking or standing next to a tree he never thinks bad of your body

He makes sure whenever he goes with the fellowship anywhere without you he never fails to get you clothes with black in them or many different little gifts on his travels for you

He never minded you being quiet for the first little bit but liked when you got out of your shell and became more bubbly around others

He really loves seeing you just fit in with the fellowship and the elves who raised him making him smile every time he looks to see you talking or interacting with everyone only seeing these moments as family

He holds you whispering and humming elven music when your anxious slowly rubbing your side or arm to help you calm down sometime even putting you to sleep by it

He loves running his fingers through your hair not only does it help detangle your hair but it also grounds him when he is stressed or tired and he always likes running his fingers in your hair when you shower together under the warm water

He didn't mind you being Bi at all even helping you flirt with women before and after the two of you got together but taking a chance to tease you about your crush on Arwen and Eowyn leading to smacking him on the chest while the two girls laugh

#lord of the rings x reader #bilbo baggins #the hobbit #aragorn x reader #lord of the rings #bilbo baggins x reader #aragorn #the hobbit x reader

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kunikidas-lost-glasses · 2 years

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Bsd Mystery Trio/ Perfect crime trio ft. Mushitaro's breakdowns at night

Tws: panic attack, crying, mentions of trauma

A bit ooc

I announced that I wanted to post a bunch hurt/comfort and here it is. Even more hurt/comfort. <3 Also we need more content with them. A lot more. I'm gonna post fluffy things with them later.

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Mushitaro still struggles with the crime he had to commit. The whole event haunts him no matter if he's awake or if he's asleep. Ranpo and Poe try thier best to help him though. Sometimes the trauma which the still very recent events caused, keep him weak and bedridden. Then he will drown in overthinking, grief and guilt which is why either Poe or Ranpo will stay at home with him to take care of him and to prevent him falling down this hole even deeper. On some other days he goes out for the whole day and returns in late evening because the house felt suffocating.

Some nights he shoots up screaming. As soon as he is completely aware that he's awake again everything crashes down and he starts crying and shaking. At first he tries to keep the noise down, not wanting to wake the other two up but of course the other two always wake up.

On one night where it was very bad, Ranpo smacked him "annyoyed" a pillow in his face after fully waking up, startling him a bit, before sitting up, hugging him and dragging him with him to lie down with him again. Poe also sat up a bit, looking at both of them worried and pained. Even Karl who rests at the end of thier bed came to them, nudging Mushitaro who clinged to Ranpo, a bit.

Poe asked him if it's okay to turn on the little light on thier night stand but Mushitaro just shook his head. He felt awful and horribly small and vulnerable. Even if only his boyfriends could see him here in this state he felt even smaller when they could see him properly. Poe of course respected this and let the light turned off.

He then started to go through Mushitaro's hair, which was messed up now anyways, gently while Ranpo held him very close and told him quietly that he's safe here with them and to breathe with him, trying to calm his boyfriend down who was trying to calm himself down but failed miserably each and everytime. It was just too much at this moment. He was crying and shaking and his breathing was completely uneven and too fast, making him feel lightheaded and dizzy while all these thoughts, flashbacks, guilt, grief, regret, pure mental pain aswell as the nightmare were racing through his mind. He also couldn't really talk but the other two understood him nonetheless and knew what exactly was going on. Ranpo would know it anyways. Sometimes Mushitaro just hissed out a curse or quietly mumbled things like oh god. Ranpo and Poe where patient with him though but they hurted with him. Poe had horrible anxiety attacks himself which sometimes turned into panic attacks and in the past he had been stuck in depression holes too so he pretty much could understand how Mushitaro was feeling. Ranpo on the other hand had a lot experience with calming panicking people down thanks to Poe's serval anxiety attacks but that didn't mean that it wouldn't always hurt him seeing the people he loved like this.

After some time which felt like hours, Mushitaro finally managed to calm down a bit, crying quieting down and the shaking stopping slowly. He just lied there, clinging to Ranpo and trying to synchronize his breathing with Ranpo's, earning soft praise from Poe and Ranpo.

As soon as he was completely stable again, Poe got up to get him some water while the detective stayed with Mushitaro, still hugging him and peppering the top of his head with small kisses.

After Poe came back with the glass of water they helped Mushitaro to sit up against the headboard of the bed and Edgar handed him the glass. Mushitaro was still pretty shaky but he chucked down the water in no time. Poe gently wiped his tears away, put the glass away and hugged him too. They didn't say much but there weren't much words needed anyways.

Eventually Ranpo asked him if he was feeling better. Luckily he was feeling a bit better. They stayed up a bit longer, sitting in bed. Mushitaro stared at the walls and the ceiling tiredly, seemingly putting his thoughts in order again and Ranpo held his hand while Poe carefully swiped some lose hair strands which sticked to his damp forehead out of his face.

After some time he finally managed to talk a bit about what is going on in his mind and nearly started to cry again. Ranpo and Poe both listened to him but comforted him too. Eventually they managed to make him feel a bit better.

After some more talking, Mushitaro just fell asleep due to him being horribly exhausted, wornout and tired after this. He just slumped down against Poe, head resting on his shoulder. Ranpo helped Poe to lie Mushitaro down comfortably before they lied down too, cuddling him. Karl lied down on top of Mushitaro.

The two detectives stayed awake for a bit longer, quietly talking about what has happened and Ranpo made sure that Poe was okay too, knowing that such events can shake him up and trigger his own anxiety too. Luckily he was okay too. Worried and hurting with Mushitaro, yes. But he wasn't feeling anxious or anything. The rest of the night was calm. Sometimes Poe or Ranpo woke up, checking if the others were okay and went back to sleep.

The next day they let Mushitaro sleep in since he really needed it. Ranpo still had to go to work but Poe stayed at home with him.

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backslashdelta · 1 year

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Ciao Bella! Thinking about Puck and fatherhood got me wondering how you'd imagine Puckurt as parents. Surely they bring such different things into the situation based on their own experiences and I'm fascinated by the contrast between Burt and Puck's dead beat dad. Would they even have kids? How would Kurt talk Puck through potential doubts because he feels like he already failed one kid?

Ohhhh my god this is such a wonderful question. And also, sorry for taking two months to answer you lol

Okay so first things first, yeah they absolutely would have kids. I can see Kurt going either way with having vs not having kids, my headcanons for that are very ship-dependent. Puckurt though, they definitely have kids; Kurt wants them of course, he wouldn't do something like that unless he really did want to, but Puck really wants it. Puck wants so badly to be a father, to the point I think it might actually be a deal breaker for him if the person he was with didn't want kids.

And I think they'd be great parents. They both have a lot of love to give, they love so strongly that I think they'd create a great environment for whatever children they may have. I see Puck as being the more fun and goofy dad usually, but he would also be a bit over protective in certain situations I think - like if another kid was giving his kid a hard time at school, I feel he'd have a strong reaction to that. Kurt on the other hand would be a bit more level-headed in a situation like that, he could step in and reign Puck in a bit and look at things a little more objectively. He would still be very warm with his kids but he'd be a bit less "goofy" and a little more like a rock, very calm and safe. They'd make an effort to do things together as a family frequently; family dinners, occasional trips, going out to something fun like a movie in the evenings. I also think they're the kind of parents who, when their kids are old enough to be embarrassed by them, would sometimes go out of their way to embarrass them just a little or make them roll their eyes just because it's funny.

The contrast of Burt vs Puck's dead beat is really interesting. With Puck, I think it really is a big motivator for wanting to be the best he can be, which on one hand is good because it does make him better, but on the other it results in him putting a lot of unnecessary pressure on himself when he would probably be a great father regardless. Kurt still puts pressure on himself, but not nearly as much, because while Burt was an amazing dad he also made mistakes along the way, and Kurt sees that and recognizes that even if he makes a mistake it's not the end of the world; and I think that's a really big thing he would use to talk Puck down when he's overthinking. He could just give an example of a time that Burt fucked something similar up, but that things turned out fine. I think Burt and Puck would get along spectacularly, and Burt would very much be a father figure to Puck, so I'm convinced this type of argument would work really well.

I also think it's work noting that Kurt lost his mother when he was young, so he grew up without her in his life, and that had a really big impact on him. I could see that being a source of anxiety for him; I can imagine him basically having a whole plan for what would happen if either he or Puck died, it being part of the reason for doing so many things as a family because he really wants them to have as many memories as they can (he'd want that anyway, but this is still definitely an influence), and I think he'd also actually make a point to have a female friend or two (or possibly Puck's sister as the aunt) quite involved because he missed out on having a mother figure for a lot of his life, and while two dads are perfectly capable of parenting without a woman being involved I think he would still want his kids to have as much support as possible, especially if they have a daughter who might be more comfortable going to a woman about certain things.

#thank you so much for this question I'm obsessed with is!!#in general I don't really care about kid-related headcanons but I just love the idea of Puck as a dad so much #glee #puckurt #kurt hummel #noah puckerman #meta #headcanons #mine #my meta #my headcanons #ask #tuiyla

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dimitrscu · 11 months

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I thought the game was trying to reassure us actually xD In a manner like, "We know we've stated multiple times that Malenia is undefeated. But worry not. You'll be fighting a half-dead version of her! She's defeatable!"

I guess there's always room to argue how intentional the blooms are since it's vague enough. Though, my opinion is… hmm.. Regardless of whether Malenia actively chooses to bloom, I think significant feelings of despair will inevitably be present. Because it's only natural to despair on the brink of death, no? Unless she has zero survival instincts. And it's not as if she can find closure like Millicent. During the first bloom, she fights with purpose. During the second, she's not expecting a fight. In both cases, whyever would she instinctually willingly go down just because she's "not supposed to win"? Anyone else in her position would be resigned to carrying their resentments to the grave. But that doesn't happen for her since she harbours a parasitic time bomb which exploits the human condition. These are my current messy thoughts anyway. But I don't particularly care if she bloomed on purpose.

Maybe Malenia's combo of difficulty + novelty needs time for evaluating or adjusting to. Maybe that's why more people are coming round to her now. She's like an acquired taste in a way? Which also means some people just hold feelings of aversion towards her.

Sorry to give you an awkwardly late response. Sometimes I overthink what to say even when anonymous. Btw, my ask isn't an essay question with a limited word count :P rant if you wish. I enjoy reading your response. Thank you. And I too hope you're well.

Hey anon, so sorry for the late reply I haven’t been on here much this past week 😅

Oh you’re right though it could well be the game trying to reassure us I was mostly joking lol. What Gideon says about her being in the Haligtree, but potentially being dead would give us indication that she may not be in a good state when we get there. Also speaking of Gideon I always find it interesting how he never seems to elaborate much on her. There’s an option to ask about the others but not her or Mohg or Miquella. Mohg I get cause no one knows he’s the Lord of Blood. But I still think it’s funny how the All-Knowing knows nothing about the Haligtree or the twins. And then when we tell him about Miquella he’s like “maybe we should kill him because I do not want to be around if he wakes up”

I agree with what you say about the bloom. Despair seems to be a key factor according to Gowry and while I tend to take a lot of what he says with a grain of salt, he does seem to be on to something there. It certainly seems to be the case with Millicent given the two outcomes of her questline. I don’t doubt it would be the same for Malenia as well. During her fight with Radahn she was physically and mentally exhausted by the end, making it harder to fight off the rot, which we know takes a lot of willpower on her part. Then there’s the possibility of her failing to win the war. You put all that into perspective and it’s easy to see why she acted out of desperation like that. That feeling of despair is bound to set in. This is all just my speculation though as I know it’s a very controversial topic at this point. It’s hard to discuss these things at times as there’s so many people who think the war was over nothing and Malenia just threw a tantrum because she couldn’t beat the Big Man and she just wanted to maintain her undefeated status. It’s so funny I swear, if she didn’t have that line about never knowing defeat people wouldn’t be so upset over this.

"During the first bloom, she fights with purpose. During the second, she's not expecting a fight. In both cases, whyever would she instinctually willingly go down just because she's "not supposed to win"?"

Yeah this is something that’s always confused me with this fandom. Because I am genuinely curious as to how people think Malenia should have responded in either situations. People seem to think she should have let both Radahn and the tarnished win simply because it would have been easier for both us and him, instead of using everything at her disposal to try and take us both out. They act like she should have just lay down and died. I mean god forbid Malenia fights with everything she has. This is like that argument I saw a while ago that was like “why does Malenia attack us on site?” I mean are people really mad at that?? We break into her home and stand in front of her armed to the teeth looking for a fight. It’s hardly surprising she wants to kill us lmao. The amount of bosses that do the same thing and yet no one ever complains when Godfrey opens his fight by launching at us in a similar way.

Sorry this just turned into a rant post. I appreciate the message anon and again I’m sorry I took so long to reply and didn’t really have much to say <3

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Closing the Book: DFC Story Commentary

So as you guys might have noticed, there aren’t any runners-up this week.

Maybe the bar was set too high, but I looked through, and between mechanical issues and overall need of improvement, I couldn’t find three full cards that I could point to. Usually, I gather all the cards that I want to commend, and then rank them as need be. I will readily admit to high standards, but overall, I still feel let down. Here’s the gist more often than not:

Cards with strong flavorful ideas were burdened by suboptimal mechanical baggage that hindered their execution.

Cards with mechanical strength felt attached to stories that, while sometimes strong, lacked originality and/or resonance.

Marrying those two ideas isn’t easy, no; I imagine that’s indeed reflected by the slightly smaller number of entries than average. I might run this contest again eventually, or something similar in the future, but I also hope I can give explanations for each aspect of these cards and what could be improved on either side.

@1001gecs — Millennium Spinodon / Archaologist’s Dagger

From a strict flavorful perspective, I’m impressed with the timeline that you’ve set in motion here. Having a centuries-old extinction be represented by being dug up is a very neat idea! I’m uncertain about the name of the dinosaur, but it sounds cool, so that’s all interesting. I’m still a little confused by the flavor text’s relationship with the card. The quote makes it seem like the archaeologist (check spelling, BTW) has just dug up the claw to show to a group of young students, but the actual card makes it seem like it’s been already fashioned into a weapon of sorts. What does an archaeologist need with a dagger, anyway? Feels slightly at odds, but I can stretch somewhat with an “adventuring world” kind of vibe.

The dagger is mechanically fine, too, but the dinosaur is a mess. Cycling and Disturb together are cute but unnecessary, and four lines of text without any reminders for non-evergreen abilities makes it seem cramped indeed. Simplification is key. Maybe a six-mana trampler that cycles and then can get unearthed is fine. Frankly, even though “disturb” as in “disturbing the dirt” is acceptable as a synonym, it doesn’t resonate as strongly as previously established wording. I think that simply having the activation cost to return transformed from the graveyard would have been much better. Cycling might not even be necessary—would it be cooler to have this imposing beast die naturally? But, with cycling and time... I can sort of see what your intention might have been, if indeed that was intentional.

@casualcranium — Peer Too Deeply / Approach of the Vast

I understand what you’re trying to go for flavorfully, and it’s still a little weird to me. The fact that these cards are sequential but the card is modal feels at odds with itself. It brings up a question for me personally about Eldrazi on Arcavios. I mean, the Archaics are already there as a colorless race, so maybe you’re setting up for some kind of battle there? Still, that back side’s flavor (as in the card, not the text) feels fairly forced. The intent of portents is there, so that’s coming across fine.

Still, the mechanical aspects are frustrating to me. Why would there be Eldrazi cards in exile for Approach of the Vast? Eldrazi don’t exile themselves in enough iterations for it to be a theme even remotely. If it’s hinting at some future mechanic, that doesn’t grok for me. Eldrazi with suspend? It’s far too vague. In terms of wording, you don’t need “you may” on that search side because you can always fail to find. I’m not sure you need “then,” either, but that one I’m not as sure about. Peer Too Deeply is...a case of overthinking if I had to guess, because it’s worded so strangely. “Look at the top seven cards of your library, put X of them into your hand, and exile the rest.” Which...seems weird, but I actually had a different version and Browse of all cards is precedent. You don’t need to reveal any (through exiling) because you’re not choosing any types; it’s like Dig through Time.

@dimestoretajic — Upstanding Alchemist / Blackened Essence

Pretty decent on the mechanical side of things. For the activated ability, Moriok Replica is a fine example, plus cards like Mysterious Tome tell you that transforming is its own line, so it would be: “3B, Sacrifice Elixir: You draw two cards and you lose 2 life. Transform Upstanding Alchemist.” But that Elixir is an elephant in the room. It doesn’t DO anything. Is there a method of making it do something more in the set? Or like, would it be better to have it even investigate? I don’t know for certain but it’s a big feel-bad to basically have it be a do-nothing rock if anything happens to the alchemist. Even if you’re trying to imply a greater theme, having a card that does absolutely nothing tells us just that. I do like the Essence, though, that’s a good egg.

The flavor of the card itself isn’t doing anything new to the establishment. It’s a fine execution of the trope, but what’s evolving, what’s being updated, what’s the emotional side or the hook? Again, I wanted to rag, but there’s nothing to rag on, because there’s just nothing beyond the adequacy. For this contest specifically, I was looking for something more.

@fractured-infinity — Drowzy Watchman / Guilt-Ridden Survivor

Did you mean “Drowsy?” Anyway, there’s a lot of valiant effort here that doesn’t pay off. I can see that the intent is for the werewolf to have come and massacred the other soldiers. But the art description shows the werewolf already there, so why wouldn’t the werewolf have eaten him first? Also, the conversation that’s happening between the two characters here stretching across both time periods but taking place in three separate scenes breaks the dichotomy completely. Unless, the response on the back half is supposed to be the soldier talking to himself in guilt—so why is it calm, or an implied continuation at all? The ambition is spread thinly and ends up lacking cohesion. What emotional resonance is implied is also let down by the fact that the generic names add nothing to the story we already know.

Mechanically, it’s fine. I’m not sure why it has ward, because it’s unclear what magical protection is protecting him, but that’s besides the point. Also, types need to be capitalized in the typeline. The fine-ness is, again, undercut by the lack of surprise. The card tells us exactly what’s happening, and where it is understandable, it’s not giving room for the player to feel like they’re understanding something without being directly told. With emotional strengths, stock NPC lines aren’t the way to go.

@gollumni — Measured Pour / Chaotic Result

A chaotic result indeed. Checking the mechanical pie updates, Measured Pour is a total break for blue because of creature recursion, so that’s my criticism there (probably just needs to target another instant or sorcery or w/e though). Even if it wasn’t, I’m uncertain how an alchemical pour has anything to do with recursion. On the flip side, Chaotic Result needs the “if able” clause. I think it could be... “Exile an instant or sorcery card at random from your graveyard and copy it. Cast the copy if able. Chaotic Result deals damage to you equal to that card’s mana value.” Would that work better? Someone with more rules knowhow can help me here.

Once more, though, mDFCs aren’t about continuation—they’re about a relationship. The fact that this quote goes from one side to another intrinsically implies a timeline rather than individual events. Sometimes that works if the individual events can stand alone with the timeline as a bonus, but your choice to attach them breaks that notion and offsets the distinguishing factor. How could we have changed that? Maybe try both in quotes, and then on the back side, have an entirely separate character go “Let’s try three gallons of FIRE!” Entirely different person, but the same alchemical class, and it shows that on this world there are different methods of magical creation, a little bit of fun, yadda yadda. Frankly as it stands it feels less like flavor and more like footnotes—yes, even the fun side. Because why would this quoted [individual? recipe? conscience?] have this line at all going from A to B?

@helloijustreadyourpost — Kross the Immortal / Kross’s Curse (JUDGE PICK)

So, I think that I was a little harsh on this card on my first go-around, but I think that there’s some not-so-simple fixes for the minor issues. I will say that in general, the concept of transforming-attached isn’t necessarily new, but I do thoroughly enjoy the last part where it actually becomes Kross. I think that the type/name/everything-else changey part needs to be its own line. I’m almost certain, considering things like In Bolas’s Clutches, and with layers ‘n things. But I think I do really like the impact of the transformation into the other side.

Flavorfully, I think the front half is almost there, kinda. That mana cost is way too long for that name’s squish’dness; even 3UUB or 4UB would be fine. Name’s kind of eh as it is, but I think that in this case it works. Kinda unfortunate that he shares a name with Squee. As for the flavor text, though, that is its biggest weakness 100%. If this was a past-tense tale, not a quote, then the confrontation could have been a little more “okay well looks like he’s NOT so immortal,” and then when it flips, boom, expectations subverted. Right now, it’s a little...samey with the backside? I think if it was from Sir Bryan’s perspective (still third-person past-tense), it would have made the internal musings on the back side far more potent, going from a moment of impact to a constant state of insidiousness. Does that make sense?

@hiygamer — Portents of Disaster / Keravos, Underworld Usurper

You know, I do appreciate how the flipside keeps the lore counter on it. This is definitely a strong mythic that deserves the slot, and people would be building around this for sure. I’m not a fan of the hexproof on the other side because that’s also outside mono-black’s pie. “Hexproof from” or a ward trigger would have been fine. Still, I kinda miss Build-A-Demon feels that black really used to have. When did that payment get so negligible? Thpt. Anyway, it feels fine, and the activation is really powerful. Probably warrants the cost, and I can see how it’ll be a snap-keep in limited.

Flavor’s not doing anything for me. Yeah, the demon is the disaster, but what’s the impetus? Why is the fear happening in the first place? Let’s think about the other side, okay, benefit of the doubt: Keravos is causing fear from the underworld, in order to gain power, that’s what the portents are. If that’s intentional, it’s a bit of a stretch, and the flavor text itself is expository and vague and just not gripping. The fact that the front side’s “why?” is contingent on KNOWING the back side and not ANTICIPATING the back side feels weak from a story perspective. Fear becoming manifest is...fine, sure, I’m with you, but explaining the trope undermines every strength of the trope to begin with.

@hypexion — Isobel, Dying Light / Isobel’s Final Gift

Flavor’s fine, I guess? I can’t say that it’s necessarily unexpected or new, but it’s sensible. The front side is definitely the stronger of the two, because it’s clear what’s going on. Honestly, I’ll give you that, it is pretty sad. I don’t exactly have context for this character, but I did check the wiki and all that. I’m more inclined to sympathize with this character NOT having seen her background. When does this card take place, all things considered? Presumably Isobel didn’t survive between SOI and MID, but Innistrad’s got a lot of weird continuity. Anyway, though, I’m somewhat shaky on what the Final Gift is supposed to represent in-world. Is it like a magical aura in the woods, some light from a church? It’s rather vague as it’s presented.

Mechanically, this card is in need of strong revision. Small notes: first strike comes before vigilance, and it should be “...counters on it” for that second ability. But all the counters is a big note. What is this set trying to do? Ability counters in general are a pain, and yes, at a higher rarity it’s acceptable for a set to use them, but that doesn’t make this card any less cluttering. This many counters on board plus shield counters (which—I have no idea where THAT’S coming from on Innistrad) makes this card just feel too busy to me. Between that unspecified finale and the unnecessary bulk, this card lacks the connective factor for me.

@i-am-the-one-who-wololoes — Fatigued Axolodont / Ancient Hill

What is Ancient Hill trying to do? What’s the Food portion on it? Are people eating this Axolodont? Why is that removing the counters? Okay, back up—so you have this creature, and people are...living on it, walking on it? Building on it, as the flavor text says. Yeah, okay, pretty big creature. I don’t buy that it’s on such a time scale that people can build upon it and don’t realize that it’s a salamander and that that’s what’s eventually waking it up, OR that they don’t realize that the hill is ancient. Here’s the thing: a quality of “ancient” heavily implies something undisturbed, and yet this creature-to-land transition is happening with what appears to be a fair amount of frequency. Why is it “ancient” then? It literally can’t be with how this card is presented. Plus, nothing actually happens to the people who build on it; even if the land isn’t there, we don’t see any consequences for that foreboding continuity—that doesn’t really need to be a continuity—on the back side. Front side’s text is banal as-is.

Mechanically, backside needs some fixing. Food should be capitalized, the +1/+1 counter should be “on up to one target creature,” you should remove A counter, not ONE counter, and the upkeep trigger should be if it has NO fatigue counters, see Mana Bloom. But that’s just good practice, because despite those fixes, you should just save them for future wording practice. This card’s trying to lean into a fine monster trope without reflecting those strengths in the card itself. The names are as expository as the flavor text, and without any discovery, I don’t know what I’m supposed to take from this card but its base intention.

@izzet-always-r-versus-u —Blinded by Zeal / Burdened by Guilt

So this goes onto an opponent’s creature, and it swings in, and then—what’s to stop them from just letting that swing happen, and then not paying the dissonance trigger? Everything after the first counter is a tax on them that increases the damage they’ll take later, so mathematically I don’t see how it wouldn’t be just better to let one swing happen and then, okay, it’s a two-mana Pillory of the Sleepless with extra steps. And I see how that’s a perfectly adequate card? But it’s also solved, IMO. I guess a rare Pacifism effect is what it is. The damage is nice, I’ll give you that. Not as impactful as the effort to go into it might suggest, but nice.

The flavor is pretty strongly presented. I think that I may be jaded or something, though, because all I get is a “yep, that checks out” from it. The hubris is already there, and I think that you made the right call in having guilt be the flipside. Destruction is one thing, but guilt is another, and maybe it’s spelled out but I appreciate your call to poetic parallelism in the names. I can’t say that it’s stunning me with unexpected emotion, but it’s the right choice, I suppose. I’m somewhat curious about the ‘dissonance’ there and why you made that choice.

@misterstingyjack — Saheeli, Tenacious Tinkerer / Saheeli, Revolutionary Inventor (JUDGE PICK)

I’m actually a little surprised that not as many people went for the sparkers, especially with someone as lighthearted as Saheeli’s origin. Sacrifice and discovery are important, and you made that front side matter immensely. I like how you utilized that flavor. The back abilities all have nice growing power, too, so an Izzet-y artifact shell can use them to their advantage. She feels like the kind of card that wants to stick around and really make these combos happen, which is definitely more the inventor’s speed than “built to a massive ult” kind of walker.

Besides the front-side name being too long, though, couple more small gripes on the planeswalker side. The +1 doesn’t need “then” in it, and the last ability could just be a may: “You may put an artifact card with mana value X or less from your hand onto the battlefield, where X is one plus the highest mana value among artifacts you control.” Why reveal it? Simplified wording is best. The front side is fine, though, and feels like a kid making genius moves, and that’s what really matters for this contest, I suppose.

@nine-effing-hells — Wanton Berserker / Seeker of Penance

If you topdeck Wanton Berserker and your opponent’s at 4 life with a good blocker, you swing in and then have a 50/50 shot of destroying the Berserker itself or winning the game. Gotta say: not the best feeling in the world. It’s an easy fix but also a pretty big oversight? Maybe I’m reading into that too much. I guess that it’s a fine card mechanically, and I appreciate the BB in the cost that emphasizes the creature-return and the lifelink without compromising too much of the cost as it stands.

That said, this is the second—third?—card in this contest lineup so far where “person does a bad thing and regrets it” is the gist of the story. Do you see why I got kind of burned out looking at submissions? The individual nuances are there but I think that well was a little dry. Of course this card isn’t the straw that broke the camel’s back, but it’s telling that this was a go-to. The names and backside telling exactly what the story of the card is already saying, plus the flavor text explaining the trope— Lemme also interrupt myself. Tropes are good. Tropes are a good baseline for storytelling. It’s how those stories are told that matter the most, and how to use tropes as a pushing-off point. And nobody’s gonna see this except you and the crazy people who go through and read all the commentary, but. Anyway. In this case, we don’t reach that pushing-off point, and that’s not what I’m looking for this week.

@piccadilly-blue — Captured Hordes / Vucafar, Trickster of Legions

This card didn’t need to be a DFC at all. Big cost for a legend that flashes in, exiles things, and then makes legion copies? That’s all you needed. Making a new mechanic was wholly unnecessary. The name on the front side is toothless, but I like the name on the backside. A massive Jeskai/Raugrin boardwipe clonelord would have been cool. For this contest, not what we needed at all, and the flavor text is...something. I guess. I get where it would have had a bigger impact, had this not been a singularly presented card.

...I usually do a second paragraph but I’m running out of things to say, crud. Is there a flavorful angle to this that I can talk about more? Not really. I don’t have a sense of scale, emotion, or even the magical specifics. Again: I love the concept, but you’ve already flown too close to the sun. Come back down and salve your feathers.

@reaperfromtheabyss — Steadfast Apprentice / Prodigal Traitor

Okay, okay that’s pretty good, I’ll admit. I think this is a card that could really have used some art direction with poetic drive. Before I get too much into the flavor side of things, it should be “power” and not “a power,” and I think that you don’t need “then” from the counter clause. If it fizzles, then the counter wouldn’t be removed, and as a one-mana rare, I think this card is perfectly fine with that. It’s strong, and it’s pretty funky. The absolute turnabout that’s not hinted at the front half but becomes apparent on the back half is very cool. And with the destruction that eventually allows you to just massacre small creatures is incredible. Takes a bit to get there but in the right shell this is a must destroy.

So, that back half flavor text, though. First line plays into that anticipation, and the second half is anime-villain levels of cliché. You’ve already made a strong card, and being let down by cliché is... Eh, I’m not gonna get any more frustrated than I need to be, I just wish it wasn’t there. That’s about all I would change on this card, though, and it’s pretty good. I can’t say that it’s breaking new ground but it’s still good for what it’s worth. A lack of art direction kinda removes the perfect parallel, but is that about all? I think so. Also a good choice to make it a rare, so there’s that.

@snugz — Crown Devotee / Crown Avenger

Does white get -n/-0? effects? ... Nope, just blue and black. So that’s a break. But that’s replaceable, most breaks usually are. I guess buffing your own stuff (untapping maybe?) is a possibility. Aside from that, though, the flip-side being black with a mono-black effect in a way that lets the mono-white side play it is probably a break as well. It’s a strong enough effect that I wouldn’t say the flavor is worth it, unfortunately. Conceptually? I think it’s still really awesome in terms of gameplay. Gotta adhere to the health of the mechanics, though, and what the colors need. 2WB could’ve been fine as a fix.

I think the flavor is also fairly cool. The names are badass, understandable too. Both of them fit their types well. Having these guys being part of their world seems nice—well, not in a sunshine and rainbows sense, but. Yeah, no, still very good as an action setpiece for a Conspiracy-kinda set. Man, I miss those formats, even though I’m terrible at them.

@tyrannosaurusrekt — Ornamental Aegis / The Will to Survive

So the shield turns into a permanent shield kinda dealio? I suppose I get it. That’s—dismissive, I apologize; I do get a sense of the epic nature that you’re conveying. I just don’t fully understand its place in the world as it stands now? Like, who is it protection, what the goal is beyond “white is noble” kind of deal. The name on the flipside is absolutely not helpful, I’ll be direct. Sometimes those real-world-common-saying names work, and this isn’t that. You’d want something far more fantasy-epic, more originally specific. “The Will to Survive” isn’t quite at that level of specificity yet. Protip for formatting, BTW: shift+enter and -- on the dash gives you more room when you’re making an attributed quote.

That much I get. Mechanics are weird and not exactly, well, good. Absorb? Why absorb? There’s no precedent or reason for absorb. We don’t need four keywords on the backside here. The board complexity you’ve amplified by adding two different damage-and-targeting oriented triggers to all your creatures isn’t worth resurrecting that keyword. I think the front side transform trigger is interesting but I’m not sure if I buy it yet. That’s one of those parts where I’ll have to actually play with the card in order to see how easy-or-hard it is to make that happen. My gut says it’s a bit too tough.

@wolkemesser — His Horrible War / His Hideous Peace

This card is wholly abusable and not in the fun way. Boardwipe plus control plus nonlegendary plus high barrier to destruction PLUS all the stuff on the other side? The easiest thing to do here is to play this card with Pithing Needle or even Faith’s Fetters and there you go, your opponent no longer has any good attacks for the rest of the game. Even in limited, it’s a one-sided frustrating card whose sole purpose is to continuously stop everything in the mono-white deck that everyone’s going to jam for the sole fact that it’s that unfairly strong. This card needs far more edits than I can start with.

The thing is, what’s there to edit that’s going to change the flavor? I think I get the basic intent but the story presented and what’s coming across on the cards is either vague, unpleasant, or simply doesn’t fit the contest’s desires. I like unpleasant, don’t get me wrong! I’m a huge fan of conflict, of grimdark, of horror. And then there’s this, which is oppressive and impersonal. That impersonal aspect of it really drives home how disconnected this card is from the individuals affected by the war’s reality. I assume, anyway. It’s far too macro and nebulous. Condense, emote, focus, empathize.

@yd12k — Seer’s Warning / Freiknu, Scourge of Hubris

“The fool has a plan?” I don’t think I understand. Okay, so...the seer has the lock, but...is she giving it to him or taking it away? Or is she leading him to Freiknu (also that name is Awkward, sorry)? Who’s the wise man, him? What needs to be acted upon? He’s scheming, but like, is he both the wise man and the fool in this parable? I’d back up again but look, I’ve tried to read over this, and I just don’t understand what you’re trying to go for here specifically. Whatever the seer is warning against isn’t clear, and how the man acts following the warning isn’t clear either. The demon’s death actions don’t help explain.

Mechanically, that foretell cost on the warning side... Let’s talk about it. I had choice words for it, but I’ll withhold them, and say instead that there’s no reason for something that complicated with that amount of reminder text to exist. This card might make sense to you, and I grok it only because it’s kind of my job to grok it. I know this probably wasn’t your intention, but it feels like complication for complication’s sake. There’s a point where you have to step back and reconsider what the card is doing from a flavor perspective and then figure out the simplest way to execute it. This ain’t it. Small notes: life is always numerals (“3” not “three”), keywords only capitalize the first one.

Tune in for things in to be tuned. To things. That’s the plan, anyway. @abelzumi

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