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baekhvuns · 2 years

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HAPPY ATEEZ 4TH WIN AND ON PRINCESS WOLFGI BIRTHDAY! AND HAPPY 5TH WIN OMG

*Felix's voice: I'm soooooo ssssick* not in a good way though. It's not c-word, but I have bronchitis 😭😭😭😭 feeling very old rn because I go to sleep at 9-10pm...

I saw the BP tour dates and it's actually a WORLD tour?! Wow YG you did something right. Is there a Canada date I think Hamilton, right?

Also new Kibum album, ahhhhh looks creepy and Married to the music inspired <3 yeah, love when my hags interact! Jessica, girl sometimes I just can't defend you, ahhaahah. True Krystal <3

Btw hags, I'll not forgive some stans (Atinys especially) talking shit about miss Nicole Jung and Sunye while waiting for Ateez to perform on music shows, the chats are always straight from hell 💀 they're like "who even is this girl" and???? Omg also Seohyun got COVID so no SNSD on music shows 😭 talk about luck

I'm not watching anything rn, because death is approaching, but I started BM and it seems promising. Don't do Yoona like that.....😭

I'm glad I could be the one breaking it to you (but also I'm sorry ajdhkadjssvgs), maybe a Mandela effect happened and it convinced you Noddy was a girl 😅

I was saying their Ulsan fits looked like edgy security officers, though Yeosang was kinda giving Ciel Phantomhive. But BODYGUARD HWA OMG THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND 😳 (I have a fever, ok)

Chelsea... thin line, but sort of acceptable, but BARCA?! Do not get me started 🔪 how some of my fave players betrayed me and played there, they're dead to me. Fabregas, Griezmann... not to mention I used to be a big fan of Spanish National Team - I still kinda am, with some exceptions 🤡

I'm gonna send you RM merch bestie, I will fix you

Sunmi noona was so happy jshdusbwjsuduehshs. He mentioned Showterview and I flexed that I'm seeing Sunmi soon and he was jealous, I told him he literally met her though lmao. Then he was like "you need to see Ateez too" booooooy I tried 🙃

Well I might need his driving service soon, so be ready Tae the driver!

Barricading all my pcs in my room as we speak. Also first batch from my GO is coming tomorrow...

Nooooo this is so accurate. Also the original. I bias lego obsessed boomers

We talked about the drinking show and apparently SanHwa are at the bottom of alcohol tolerance, I need them drunk now. I will carry them home afterwards (or call my uber driver)

Seonghwa saw all the "STEP ON ME KING" comments and decided to really STEP with his stompers

Someone tell my guy Soohyuk this airport runways aren't for modelling because...

Omg hoping for your Y/N moment soon! Maybe find your Mr Park or something

The sad thing is, I don't really remember my dreams recently. The good thing is, being sick makes me sleep like a log, I don't even wake up throughout the night :o

HE. Also the way Hwa spammed with kaomojis two days in a row ヽ(♡‿♡)ノ he's the cutest AND THE ADORABLE SELFIES I'M GONNA SWALLOW HIM WHEN MY THROAT FEELS BETTER - DV 💖

hi hello!!

HAPPY ATEEZ 4TH WIN AND ON PRINCESS WOLFGI BIRTHDAY! AND HAPPY 5TH WIN OMG

HAPPY 4TH WIN !!! ITS ATZ'S TIME NOW 😭😭😭😭 THE SHOCK ON THEIR FACE AND SEONGHWA???? 😭😭😭😭 DESERVED JHFDF WOLFGIS BIRTH, YES HE LOOKS SO FINE IN THIS CB ESP W THAT HAIR I FELT THIS REACTION

*Felix's voice: I'm soooooo ssssick* not in a good way though. It's not c-word, but I have bronchitis 😭😭😭😭 feeling very old rn because I go to sleep at 9-10pm...

NAURRRR 😭😭😭😭 BUT THANK GOD ITS NOT THE C WORD AT LEAST I HOPE U FEEL BETTER SOON 😭😭😭😭

I saw the BP tour dates and it's actually a WORLD tour?! Wow YG you did something right. Is there a Canada date I think Hamilton, right?

yes. in ontario, an hour away from toronto. not where i am at all. on the eve of my birth. life feels so good right now. ha. ha. (NO BC NOW THAT'S A WORLD TOUR)

Also new Kibum album, ahhhhh looks creepy and Married to the music inspired <3 yeah, love when my hags interact! Jessica, girl sometimes I just can't defend you, ahhaahah. True Krystal <3

YES I SAW AND THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I THOUGHT,, HE ALWAYS HAS SOME GREAT TRACKS ESP IM GONNA BE AND CHEMICALS 😩 😩 😩 😩 SO EXCITED FOR HIS CB hope he gets jinki on a track NO YEAH DHHHFDHFH i liked her debut a lot! and followed her after her leaving but w that tyler kwon guy 🔫 🔫 krystal forever so superior, she made that ice queen title so the new idols today could be inspired

BRUH??????? those are def the 4th gen fans bc ain't no way u don't know miss girlie pops right there, sunye looked sp pretty i almost mistook her for boa in the better era,,, YEAHHH I SAW I WAS SO EXCITED TO SEE THEM PERFORM I HOPE SM STILL LETS THEM PERFORM WHEN ALL TOGETHER EVEN IF PROMOS OVER

I'm not watching anything rn, because death is approaching, but I started BM and it seems promising. Don't do Yoona like that.....😭

LMFAOOOOOOOOOBVJBDS I WATCHED ALL THE DRAMAS W YOONA IN IT K2 AND BIG MOUTH ARE DEF SUPERIOR omg do u rmr when the prime minister and i drama dfjhgajfghgf i wanted to right a fic on it with mingi during thanxx era bc he wore those hot ass glasses hbjhgghf

I'm glad I could be the one breaking it to you (but also I'm sorry ajdhkadjssvgs), maybe a Mandela effect happened and it convinced you Noddy was a girl 😅

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 IM STILL SO VERY SURPRISED MAYBE IT WAS THE MANDELA AFFECT OR THE WAY IT WAS DUBBED BY A GIRLIE OR SOMETHING

I was saying their Ulsan fits looked like edgy security officers, though Yeosang was kinda giving Ciel Phantomhive. But BODYGUARD HWA OMG THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND 😳 (I have a fever, ok)

SEXIEST BODYGUARDS ON DUTY IM CONVINCED THEIR STYLIST IS A MOOT and yunho??????????? he's been on my mind everywhere i go,,, im currently on. a vacation in my own city fhgfh and everywhere i go i be imagining a fic moment and writing that in his fic on spot,, bestie this will destroy me cjhgg b FGBADFH IS THAT??? WB THAT CEO GUY ???? WHERE HE GO

LMFAOOOOOO BARCA IS NICE OKAY HJFGHGHSFH no bc isnt pique leaving barca now 🔫 🔫 🔫 🔫 tho the biggest shock was when messi left and i just stared at the screen so emptily fgagbrgb LMFAOOO RM MERCH BESTIE BRING IT ON

OOOOOOO U ARE????? HE MET HER AND SHOOK HANDS W HER AND THEN DANCED WITH HER???? MF NEVER HAPPPY HUH LET US LIVE OUR FANTASIES yeah bff u need to see ateez too 🔫 🔫

Well I might need his driving service soon, so be ready Tae the driver! //// Barricading all my pcs in my room as we speak. Also first batch from my GO is coming tomorrow...

HES AT UR SERVICE ALWAYS,,, FIRST BATCH???? HOPING FOR THE POLA SO BAD 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Nooooo this is so accurate. Also the original. I bias lego obsessed boomers //// We talked about the drinking show and apparently SanHwa are at the bottom of alcohol tolerance, I need them drunk now. I will carry them home afterwards (or call my uber driver)

LMFAOOOOOO they BOTH LIKE ONE OF THOSE WHATSAPP MOMS PLS 😭😭😭😭 omg omg YES THEY NEED TO BE ON THAT SHOW HOPEFULLY THE SHOW REACHES OUT oh oh call ur uber maybe more the merrier <33

Seonghwa saw all the "STEP ON ME KING" comments and decided to really STEP with his stompers //// Someone tell my guy Soohyuk this airport runways aren't for modelling because...

LMFAOOO LITERALLY I BET HE'S GONNA BUY SOME MORE JUST NOT THOSE PRADA ONES PLS DBBVSD nO BC WHAT IS UP WITH THIS GUY HIS VOICE?????? BFFF IM MELTING ON THE GROUND OVER THAT 'M A N N E R'

Omg hoping for your Y/N moment soon! Maybe find your Mr Park or something /// The sad thing is, I don't really remember my dreams recently. The good thing is, being sick makes me sleep like a log, I don't even wake up throughout the night :o

i do be hoping too bff ,,,, with svt in the town might go walk by the downtown bC THEY ARE STRIPPING 😭😭😭😭 nAUUR i hope u get better soon bc that sounds so painful to endure 😭😭😭😭 but good sleep!!!

HE. Also the way Hwa spammed with kaomojis two days in a row ヽ(♡‿♡)ノ he's the cutest AND THE ADORABLE SELFIES I'M GONNA SWALLOW HIM WHEN MY THROAT FEELS BETTER - DV 💖

NO LITERALLY gonna eat him and no ones gonna stop us,, PLS THOSE ARE SO CUTE HIS CHEEKIES 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 NEVER EXPERIENCED MORE GDNER ENVY

suffer w me

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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hms-no-fun · 2 years

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was it always your plan to revive davepetasprite, or was that an instance of the characters taking over?

oh yeah, that was always the plan! i don't like sudden shock deaths as a writer or as a reader, i find them often cheap and unsatisfying-- but in this case i felt it was justified in how it sold Halo June's dangerousness in the moment, & how the resurrection both 1. built on & paid off a lot of the ideaspace rules, while 2. setting up several major thematic & character beats that will become mainstays in 3.2 forward.

in fact, Davepeta's resurrection predates a LOT of stuff that would become essential to chapter 8:

you can see this is from february 2021, though i know for a fact that i'd had this in mind even before that. you'll notice my indecision about whether Davepeta would be knocked out or killed- for a long time my plan was to have Davepeta unconscious and unwakeable after the countermeasure was destroyed, and the Dana - Jade confrontation would culminate in mostly the same way except that Dana was gonna kidnap Davepeta and say something along the lines of "i'll kill them if you come after me" before going through Mary's tear in Space.

from there, they would go to the field of debris around the moon and find a relatively undamaged but abandoned ship with anti-Space shielding on it (because it wasn't until i wrote chapter 8 act 1 that i decided Lenore would leave the EWL, and until that moment the Halley's Fucking Comet :) did not exist). the problem though would be that this ship they found had its battery destroyed, so June in a moment of panic would imagine into reality an engine that ran off of Davepeta's energetic aura, which it accomplished by locking them in a glass tube inside the battery.

ultimately i decided against this because while a Davepeta-powered battery is a fun idea (fun enough that i later changed it be Dead Grimdark Rose powered, until finally losing out conceptually to Epigone), in practice it felt like it was skirting a liiiiiittle too close to needlessly edgy for my tastes. then i wrote the scene of June sending Davepeta off to Jade, and the pathos of that was just so pure and potent that i elected to get rid of the battery idea altogether.

on a final note, i don't think it would be fair to kill Davepeta at this point in the narrative, ESPECIALLY after having gone to such lengths to bring Dirk back from the dead. Jade and Davepeta have both been cast in something of a nefarious light lately, and i think it should be obvious to anyone paying attention that a big focus of 3.2A is gonna be figuring out whether or not or to what extent their luminant nefarity is accurate. to kill Davepeta now would just be kind of a waste, you know?

they've got work to do, after all

#godfeels #homestuck #davepeta #sarahposts

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twopoppies · 3 years

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hi!! i looked in your fic rec MP and i didn't see it, so i thought I'd ask. i read In Vogue recently and LOVED it and then I've been binging project runway episodes (bc why not) and now I'm craving good fashion fics. maybe even a project runway one. have you read any good ones? and could you maybe rec some?

Hi sweetheart. Ohhh, I love that fic. And yes, I’ve got a few that have to do with fashion.

In Vogue by otpwhatever / @thecelineharry (M, 121K) This one is just….so much. The intensity of the characters, the crazy hot smut (oh god, the window scene), the FASHION, the angst (I had to take a walk around the block after reading it), the epic love story between two men who could rule the world if they could just figure their shit out. The fic has been deleted, but the link is to a download.

These Constant Stars by stylinsoncity (M, 31K) This author has written so many great fics and this one is really lovely. I also always like when one of the boys is not what he seems to be on first glance. There’s also a second part, told from Harry’s POV.

Three French Hems by 100percentsassy, gloria_andrews (M, 20K) the characterizations and set up for this fic are sharp and funny, making this a really fun read. Plus there’s a lot of talk of Louis worshipping Harry’s thighs. LOL!

Fading by tothemoonmydear (M, 202K) Let me start by asking you to please read the tags on this one. It’s a very well-written fic, but it deals very graphically with Louis’ character’s eating disorder. At the time it was written some people felt it did not portray ED recovery accurately, so if the subject is at all triggering for you, please don’t read this one. Of that’s not an issue for you, make sure you have tissues ready because I ugly cried through almost all of this. I read it years ago and loved it at the time, but it’s not one I could handle reading twice.

sweet, where you lay by @infinitelymint (E, 27K) I read this ages ago and my notes only say that it was “sweet and sexy”, which is not terribly helpful. But this author is a good one, in general, so I feel safe including it here.

The rest of these were suggested by @cuethetommo who generally likes the same sort of fics I do. I either haven’t read these, or don’t remember enough about them to have an opinion! 😆 But I trust her.

Put It All On Me by LoadedGunn (M, 15K)

"Yeah, yeah, give it to me, that's it, spread your legs a bit, there you go."

The camera follows Louis as he does. Maybe if the modelling thing doesn't work out, he could try the porn industry. Then again, he's a bit too stocky to be twinky and a bit too twinky to be anything else. He likes that about himself, though. Well, directors and photographers like that about him. He could pull off pretty and edgy, could do GQ in the morning and a perfume commercial in the afternoon. Right now he thinks he could pull off anything, because it's Harry fucking Styles directing him.

Or, a Top Model AU where Louis is accidentally there to make friends, not become Britain's Next Top Model. (Also Zayn is the supermodel host.)

you pull me in by yoursongonmyheart (NR, 7K)

“Did you really wear silk jammies to meet him?” Fizzy is almost in tears.

He’s going to kill them.

He’s really going to kill them.

Ernie throws his backpack on the floor before telling Fizzy, quite loudly, “Mr. Styles looked at Achoo like this” and making an exaggerated jaw dropped face.

“That is not what happened!” Louis protests.

“And Achoo looked at Mr. Styles like that, too!” Doris pulls the same face before laughing.

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//or the one where Louis is a model, Harry teaches Doris and Ernie at primary and now might be a good time to fall in love.

This Road Leads Where Your Heart Is by LittleLostPieces (E, 15K)

Alright, so Louis has a bit of a type is the thing. And as fit as his supermodel flatmate (Harry) may be, he isn't what Louis is looking for in a potential partner. That’s all. He’s not Louis’ type, with his miles of lanky limbs and his bright, boyish eyes. His impossibly tight, little body and infectious laughter are not what Louis wants. They're not. Really.

swimming in a champagne sea by delsicle (E, 17K)

Louis is a supermodel. Harry is a celebrity photographer known for capturing the brightest up and comers in their most candid moments. They meet at London’s most exclusive New Year’s Eve party.

An alpha/alpha fic filled with confusion, banter, Ubers, and glitter

Life at Shutter Speed by zarah5 (E, 20K)

AU. Having landed a job modelling for an outdoor clothing catalogue, Harry certainly wouldn’t mind doing some extracurricular work for photographer Louis Tomlinson. Say, a private photo session? Yes, please? Good thing that Harry has ten days and three beautiful locations -- Morocco, Indonesia and the Swiss Alps -- to make Louis see just how good they could be.

Special Topping by LoadedGunn (E, 20K)

'Who would even want so many pizzas so late at night?' Harry wonders before the door opens.

Oh. Apparently short guys with shaggy brown hair and a scruff and bright blue eyes and heart-stopping smiles. That's who.

Harry's not even ashamed of how he nearly drops all the pizzas. This guy is gorgeous and Harry hasn't noticed anyone like that in ages, let alone provided services to them. If he opened his mouth right now the only thing that would come out is, "By special topping did you mean my dick?"

Or, the AU where Harry delivers pizza and Louis really just wants Tim Gunn to spank him.

everywhere (i want to be with you) by itiswhatisbutterfly (E, 42K)

Harry and Louis meet because they have terrible friends, they fall in love because something feels right in a world of uncertainty and shifting grounds. Louis is an actor and Harry is a model at the top of his game, the best things in life are the most unexpected ones and the things that hit you when you are least expecting it.

Featuring winter in London, nights in Paris, early mornings in New York, burning heat in Monte Carlo and an enduring love spent transcending four corners of the globe.

Young Gods by sincewewereeighteen (E, 77K)

“Why don’t you stay?” Harry looked down at him and snorted. “What?”

“You’re not my type, Louis”, the boy rolled his eyes sitting on the edge of the bed to put on his boots.

“Says the man you just had sex with”, Louis pointed feeling smart, but Harry was one step ahead of him, with the answer on the tip of his tongue.

“You see, if you were my type, I wouldn’t have”, Harry winked, cheeky as hell. “I would’ve gotten to know you first.”

“Bullshit”, he accused the boy not letting it show how intrigued he was. “How can you know I’m not your type if you don’t know me?”

“How about I list five things about you to prove I’m right and if any of them are false I’ll lie down again.”

“Ok. Go.”

[Or: the one in which Louis is a model and Harry's supposed to be a normal guy... Until he isn't.]

#fashion fics #my fic rec #Larry fic rec

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thattimdrakeguy · 3 years

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Weirdly enough Red Robin is the series I’d be most scared to review, because for obvious reasons I imagine more than any other character it’s the Tim fan base (I won’t say fandom, because I feel like that gives a different connotation nowadays. and it’s a bunch of chill, un-interactive but very passionate, chaps) that follow me.

And I’d just get sooo many people giving me nit-picks, and telling me stuff I already know.

Cause I can say anything against Teen Titans 2003, New 52, Rebirth, and Wonder Comics stuff cause that’s the generally agreed upon stuff that you can complain against for Tim. Cause like, to not play dumb to it, this whole Bat-Family fandom acts like there’s freaking laws to abide by if you don’t want a bunch of batty (not a pun, not even saying not a pun in sarcasm lol) fans and stans down your neck. Normally involving certain characterizations or comics that, honestly, aren’t even usually the more accurate ones, but the contradicting ones that don’t make a lick of sense, and that’s not even talking about the straight up fanon ones.

Not to say I wouldn’t get why it’s the Red Robin series that’d get people to give me crap out of all the Tim stuff, because I do. It’s a lot of peoples entry to Tim, and it’s pretty heavy implications of suicidal ideation, and more so obvious mental breakdown journey across continents means a lot to people. I can get why, and if it wasn’t those characters in it, I’d think it was great too.

Also I know for a fact people would act like I’m just bias for 90s Tim, and point out Timmy’s in a teddy bear hoodie in my header. Cause it’s the most weakest defense someone could possibly make cause they’re lacking an actual point. Like they know everything a fucking ‘bout me, when they don’t, I’m just allowed to think my own stuff, and I’m allowed my dang comfort art, so blah blah blah. I’ve proved myself enough. I don’t need some random dismissive guys random approval or not, but man can it be annoying when someone thinks they’re smart about it.

Like basically put, it would be very exhausting to go through the many different series and years of comic book content to explain why I think the way I do, when all the other person has to say is “I like this series a lot, and it means a lot to me, it’s story about depression, and plus it’s Tim being at the button of his sanity so-- And I think this person is stuck on 90s Tim” cause like I freaking get it, and acting like cause I prefer a different Tim comic means my opinion isn’t valid, is the most childish thing ya can really do. Like I love 90s Tim the most for a reason, and I started reading Tim as Red Robin first, ya ninny.

But to just be honest, it is an incredibly flawed series that has overall, in the long game, soiled the character of Tim Drake, and directly influenced the New 52 and beyond depiction of him. Not to give Lobdell an excuse, I just find it really odd that people getting praising it as the peak of Tim content when it’s even caused some really freaking toxic fandom beliefs.

When some of the most important scenes in the series are so botched that it has genuinely made people despise other characters when I don’t even think they were portrayed well for that to make sense. The messy inconsistent writing as it went between two different writers causing some absolutely terrible characterization for Tim that isn’t even always consistent within the series itself because FabNic is just awful, and how forgettable most stuff after the first story is.

That first story I can understand the love for it. But people treating the whole series as a whole like it’s a great journey of long-term story development just feels like a real bad describer for it. Because to me by the end of it’s run it caused Tim to be put in the terrible spot that he’s only now escaping from little under a decade later. As well as only really starting cause people in the company didn’t like Tim and the characters around them as much as you’d hope.

In total, I honestly feel like if it wasn’t released during a time were the common tastes were very edgy and emo-esque, as well as around the time the online fandom spaces were only really then being formed in a way that was practical for casual interaction and discussion, and being the only series titled “Red Robin” therefore people seem to think it’s Tim’s variation of “Nightwing”, when it’s honestly not, it wouldn’t be a series that highly regarded.

I’m not saying the whole thing is a pile of shit, cause it’s also frankly not. There’s some powerful stuff in there, and some moments that really do hit super hard in ways that don’t feel superficial. Cause another thing people don’t seem to understand that when I say his characterization isn’t good in it, does not equal me saying “He is not the same exact character he was 15 years before the series came out”, it legitimately just means I feel they took the character to places that felt more forced than genuine, or just had him stuff that goes against what he’d do for the sake of just being edgy as if it’s deep, even during his circumstances and it created people having a false understanding of who Tim is at his heart, that made it incredibly difficult for Tim to get a good story for basically a freaking decade.

It’s a series I want to review because I have genuine things to say about it, but when ever I do say anything about it I feel like I see several sub-posts that are almost undeniably about me (hasn’t happened for a while cause I don’t really bother talking about stuff I don’t like anymore, cause life's hard enough, and I’ve seen the worst end of a lot of people from it) trying to downplay me, because they got defensive about it, rather than actually trying to process what I meant by things instead of just assuming it cause it’s touchy for them.

Like I’ve openly shit on Damian’s most popular series’, and accepted fandom malarkey, because I legitimately think they’re overhyped as could be, not that great, and only have the popularity they do through bandwagoning and going along with things. And I did that while knowing how defensive the Damian fandom is, and how quick they are to just leak out nasty assumptions or outright suicide bait you (yes I remember someone tried to defend me by suicide baiting someone else, but fuck them too, I never defended them or asked them to. idgaf which fandom does it. i’m clearly not on anyone's team. this isn’t a fucking sports game).

I’ve even straight up shit on pretty much every single Jason story except Under the Red Hood, while defending some Robin Jason stories, and I haven’t even got crap on me for that, which is honestly strange. Surprisingly just got told “Ya know what. Fair point. I can accept that. I don’t agree, but I can accept it.”. Which given what I have been shown of the Jason fandom I expected much worse, but they’ve honestly been really chill with me. Me and the Jason fandom has been actually some of the most pleasant interactions I’ve had outside my own bubble.

The majority of Steph’s existence as a character I’ve criticized and gotten crap on it, but honestly I found the response of countless anons going “YEAH MAN I AGREE WITH YOU” and going way harder on her than I ever did to be pretty dang annoying, and even more annoying cause people kept thinking I said stuff I freaking didn’t out of it. So every now and again people will just straight up lie about me to my face. Like you try to talk to someone that’s been preparing to talk to you by fighting an imaginary version of yourself. It’s pretty difficult if I had to be honest. Talking ‘bout bias’s like I didn’t write TimSteph fan fictions before I realized they weren’t that great and didn’t work, while realizing that I honestly didn’t think Tim was into girls in-general.

But, to get back on topic, with the Tim fandom it’s less like, open faced attempts to make you feel like a garbage human being, and more just straight up rudely dismissive as quite often the ones I’ve seen do it try to portray themselves as some calm knowledgeable unbias source of Tim knowledge.

And there’s a different sensation of annoyance at that.

Like what is the point of trying to pretend to be some source of knowledge and for a few comradery, while also being a dismissive person that first has to make others seem lesser.

And there’s some that I’ve seen do it that I don’t even think are dicks honestly, and have no problem with it, cause it’s just so innocently “I just really like the series and still think it’s good”. That I’d be confused why people would think I have a vendetta against everyone else. I’ve never been like, straight up offended more than once over the specific topic of Red Robin. But it is a thing that makes me like “I’ll get so many people giving me crap over having a different opinion for this won’t I”. And get some people trying to validate just being a bit of a fucker to me for no good reason.

So like, may or may not write a Red Robin review, but I might not cause despite quite a few people in the Tim fandom being quite chill about it, there’s quite a lot of people that are low-key toxic about it, and a lot of bad fandom things came out of it as well.

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starfanatic · 3 years

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Luke Skywalker vs Rey... Nobody

I hate the argument that a lot of sequel trilogy stans use whenever anyone criticized Rey or labels her a Mary Sue. It’s probably the weakest argument a sequel stan can ever possibly say to me. (Besides the people hate Rey because she’s a women argument).

Lets compare them shall we?

Luke Skywalker in A New Hope is whiny, inexperienced, and very naive. There is multiple moments in a new hope that proves this. When he was whining about not wanting to stay on the moisture farm and wanting to join the Academy like his friend, Biggs. He constantly was slightly annoying throughout the film, especially to Han. When Han named his price and Luke was like “We can buy our own ship with that!” or when Han was flying the Milennium Falcon and Luke was practically yelling in his ear to go into hyperspace. Han and Luke did not get along at first because of Luke’s behavior. Luke went against Obi-Wan’s orders and saved Princess Leia, not thinking of the consequences. How he could possibly be killed or put in a cell with the Princess. He doesn’t think of a plan to get out AFTERWARDS only the spur of the moment. He was constantly shown to be inexperienced and needed his friends help or HE WOULD HAVE DIED THE FIRST MOVIE. While on the millennium falcon, Obi-Wan taught him things about the force. Maybe not a lot but he knew how to use the simple basics of it. Like sensing the force and letting it guide your actions (as Obi-Wan was trying to teach him before). For once Luke listened and trusted Obi-Wan and destroyed the death star.

Lets do Rey now WHOOP. So far the only personality flaw she seems to have is that she’s also naive? She had the same wide-eyed innocence as Luke had but it’s different and here’s why. Rey never suffers for any of her so-called almost non-existent flaws. Rey is experienced enough to hold her own in a fight against men WAY stronger then her (that’s realistic though but that’s one tool in her belt). She’s bilingual. She can fly the millennium falcon better then Han Solo even though she never flew one before. She is constantly saving people by herself, never the one being saved. (Before y’all bust my balls, Rey escaped that damn starkiller base by her damn self. Luke didn’t and couldn’t). She uses powers that takes years to learn and the excuse is the force dyad. So she downloads Kylo’s skills and training. Great. Magnificent. Rey is on a amazing start. And this is the first movie! She can only get stronger from here.

Luke is more mature and responsible in ESB. He’s a respected hero of the rebellion. Luke still struggles using the force. Even with the training Luke goes through with Obi-Wan he had to truly focus to pull the lightsaber to him. Plus as a common occurrence, he still needed help from his friends. He’s not invincible. He actually gets severely hurt (makes sense). He goes to Dagobah to get trained (because unlike Rey he doesn’t have the “learn force jedi shit that takes years to learn” cheatcode). And then he’s impatient. He wants to learn how to use the force so he can help his friends. Luke is again reckless, impatient, and he’s also insecure in his own belief. Him not believing he can lift the X-wing was why he couldn’t. Against his master’s and Obi-Wan’s orders he decides to save his friends. It’s a noble reason to but it still got him fucked up. He got his hand cut off, he was beaten and humiliated, and then he was told a horrifying revalation that twisted around everything he knew and believed. He was scared of Vader, you can see it on his face, but he did not succumb to fear.

Rey goes to the island to convince Luke to go help them fight the war. Why doesn’t Leia go instead? Who knows. Why does Luke act the way he does? Who knows. Luke dismissed her and was quite rude to her. Rey was having cute little talks with Kylie Renner in their little force dyad BS. She called him a monster and a murderous snake. I like the insults. It fills me with joy! But then she finds out the truth. Rey did do something reckless and stupid but as usual she doesn’t suffer the consequences to her actions. Technically she’s morally superior to Luke because she saw the good in him and felt like she could turn him to the light (after slicing his face open. Ok). Rey decides to give herself up to the First Order thinking Kylo would save her. And he does. So she wasn’t even wrong... Rey fight the very elite guards of the (bootleg emperor palpatine) Supreme Leader Snoke. Reminder, TFA and TLJ are like 3-4 days apart. She had zero training within these days. Luke refused to train her so don’t start that bullshit. Luke trained her for like 5 minutes and none of that training had anything to do with lightsaber dueling. Rey is then told she was a nobody. Now why did Rey cry about this? I truly don’t know. How the hell would Kylo accurately know that Rey’s parents were nobody? Didnt Rey been know this from the force awakens? Eh whatever. She tries to force pull the lightsaber from Kylo Ren and do a dumbass tug a war instead of walking up and grabbing it. It reminds me of JJ and Rian fighting over where the star wars sequels). Anakin must be screaming and yelling from above... or below... idk. The lightsaber then breaks. Rey then saves her friends by showing her once again superior piloting skills that rival or is possibly better then Anakin Skywalker himself. Hitting 3 in one shot? You go girl! She then uses the force to effortlessly move the big ass boulders out of the entrance to save the resistance. Last I remember... Luke struggled to do that with a few way smaller rocks and was also focusing hard to do.

Luke is finally at jedi status! Woohoo! Now Luke first saves Han from Jabba. It shows his very dark side tendencies by choking the guards (like father like son). Luke thinks of a actual plan before going in (CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT). Luke “Chanel Boots” Skywalker goes to Yoda on his death bed. All he wants is answers but Yoda wants to be cryptic as fuck. Luke has been lied to for years by his mentors and his family. Luke’s father isn’t hero Anakin Skywalker but actually a big, asthmatic, merciless, murderous asshole who has a choking kink. Luke then says he cannot kill his own father and Obi-Wan, who believes Vader isn’t a human but a machine, has no faith in Luke. He believes that Luke will fail and the Empire would win. Luke feels the conflict and good in him that nobody else does. He knows that Vader is unloyal to the emperor and he actually cares about his own son. When he is with Han and Leia he realizes he made a mistake and has a bad feeling about it. (*gasp* Luke is not being super reckless). He’s not arrogant (not in anyway) but he’s completely confident that Vader would turn. (He isn’t flawless there is still obvious problem with this plan he has. He fails, the empire wins. He dies, the emperor wins. Vader doesn’t turn, Luke fails. Luke almost succumbs to the dark side and it’s actually plausible he might fully turn. He wants to desperately save his friends and his father has done horrible things to Luke. Luke had every reason to kill Vader. But he doesn’t. He throws the lightsaber away and foolishly puts his life in Vader’s hand. Luke doesn’t save the galaxy because he can make things levitate with the force. He wins because he had the strength to resist the dark side and has so much love and pure good in his heart he saw the good in his father.

Rey starts off with a training session (no idc it’s too fucking late now. 3 movies in? Is she doing reverse character development?) and basically Poe gets mad at Rey for not accompanying them on missions. I still don’t know why she needs training, when she is at a decent strength to fight elite guards, fight kylo ren, and a variety of other things that typically takes a long time to learn. After finding out Palpatine returned, Rey goes on a mission to find the way finder almost like a shitty videogame. I don’t even want to talk about the force dyad anymore because it’s fucking dumb. Rey gets chased by the force order and hear this out, FORCE HEALS (i forgot what the animal was but idrc). Which means Rey had the power to stop the painful truth of death themself. Why am I not surprised? Rey did something that no other jedi nor sith or jedi have ever done this. Anakin went to the dark side to save the ones he love. This movie was just a slap in the face to Anakin. Rey then fights Kylo Ren and lost??? again it seems a little too late and it also didn’t make sense. Rey defeated those guards all by herself with Kylo needed help from her. She’s obviously the better lightsaber duelist but hey, at least JJ was trying to mellow her out a bit. Rey stabs him while our beloved Princess died. She then regrets her decision and as always, doesn’t have any consequence to her actions. By the force I forgot, the whole scene where she is revealed as a Palpatine? Completely invalidates the first two movies but eh whatever. She uses a power that only the elite sith does... something Kylo Ren himself could not do (and he’s on the dark side). Rey “killed” Chewie but actually no she didn’t because Chewie is perfectly fine. Rey is supposed to be all dark and edgy now, “you don’t know me” BS. Yeah I’m sorry I won’t tolerate this because my only allergy is the fish smelling coochie bullshit called the sequel trilogy. Rey got scared of her dark self. Well at least JJ tried? Rey then almost gives up but Luke was like “nah fam you cant”. Rey dies trying to fight Palpatine but then as usual, she gets zero consequence cuz Benny Simp saved her using the force. Then she kissed him... no. No. No. This made my eyes burn like they just threw bleach in my eyes. It made no sense. “A Kiss of Gratitude”? What the shit was that? GIRLS DO NOT INSPIRE TO BE REY.

#anti sequel trilogy #anti rey palpatine #anti reylo #luke skywalker #star wars #leia organa #han solo #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #rebel scum #anti rian johnson #a new hope #empire strikes back #return of the jedi

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thoughtsaboutshows · 3 years

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hi thereeee can i get “You are the last thing on my mind when I go to sleep. And the the first thought when I wake up.”

Finally getting around to the prompts I still have (just like 4 months late)

This is in a post Part 4 world where Sabrina dies but Nick does not. Trust me...

“You are the last thing on my mind when I go to sleep. And the the first thought when I wake up.”

Nick didn’t hide his surprise when he placed his hands on the door of Gehenna Station and it opened. He’d expected it to burn with refusal as he was no longer a student at the Academy. Or because he hadn’t considered himself a member of the Order of Hecate in a long time. Nick hadn’t been able to bring himself to stay there after Sabrina had died on that sacrificial altar. The statue of her that stood in the Great Hall was too much for him to bear. He’d almost rather the one of Blackwood’s take it’s place, instead of the constant reminder that Sabrina was no longer there. When it became clear the memorial wasn’t going anywhere and neither were the memories of her he found around every single corner or in every crevice of Greendale, Nick was gone. He was through seeing her brave face in the music room, her in a black dress in Dorian’s, and her seated at tables in the cafeteria. He told Prudence by way of letter that he was going, but not where, as he didn’t even know what his destination would end up being. He just knew he had to get out of Greendale and away from the place where he’d learned to love but then lost the one who taught him.

Nick had taken the last seventeen years to travel around the world, visiting different covens and learning different ways of magic. He catalogued his journey after taking a page out of Edward Spellman’s book and writing journals of his own. The first few years after Sabrina died had been spent in a haze, not a drug induced one as he’d sworn them off after she saved him, but a cloud followed him around all the same. Prudence pulled him out of the Sea of Sorrows when he’d attempted to join Sabrina in the thick of his grief. But she’d been able to knock some sense into him and he kicked his butt in gear eventually, knowing Sabrina would want him to have a happy life.

He didn’t know if a happy life was possible without her, but he was alive and he was trying. And that was enough for now.

It was Prudence who’d pulled him from the Sea years ago and it was Prudence who’d convinced him to come back to Greendale now. He’d sworn he’d never set foot in that sleepy town again and just the mere thought of walking through the woods without Sabrina’s hand in his caused him physical pain. But there he was, not needing a hand of glory, opening the door to the Academy.

It was Halloween and the Coven was gearing up for their new Holiday, as it did every year since Sabrina’s death. They honored her sacrifice with a ceremony and some of her favorite things: horror movies and blueberry pancakes. Nick could never bring himself to attend, but Prudence had guilted him into coming this year. It was the 17th Anniversary of the Defeat of the Void.

“No, Pru. It’s the 17th Anniversary of Sabrina’s death.” Nick had corrected her over the witch’s mirror. “It’s morbid and depressing and I want no part of it.”

“You need to come, Nicky.” Prudence had said with an intensity he didn’t understand, but would later figure it was because she saw more than people knew.

Nick walked in circles around the main hall, eyeing the statue of his dead girlfriend with flowers at her feet. He never thought girlfriend was an accurate title for what she was to him. All things considered, they weren’t even together for all that long. But she still made a greater impact on his life than anyone else he’d ever met or would meet. He felt her love even now, seventeen years since he’d kissed her last, and he loved her back with his whole self. No. Girlfriend wasn’t the right word at all.

“Mr. Scratch.” The firm and familiar voice of Zelda Spellman called out to him. He felt the hairs on his back stand up and suddenly he was eighteen again. And Zelda was berating him and Sabrina for sneaking out another ceremony to makeout in the library. But her tone wasn’t punishing and when Nick spun around he saw her face wasn’t either. Instead he could swear he saw a tear daring to fall out of the corner of her eye. Almost as if she’d missed him. “You came.”

“Uh, yeah.” Nick forced out and cleared his throat. “Prudence said I should.”

“Well, we’re glad to have you.” Zelda nodded and took a puff of her cigarette. Some things never change. “Everyone will be delighted to see you, and well...she’d be happy you’re with us.”

“She’d probably yell at me for skipping all these years.” Nick chuckled at the thought of his stubborn Sabrina.

“She’d probably yell at all of us for creating a Holiday in her name.” Zelda pointed out and Nick laughed softly. That was definitely true. Sabrina would find this whole thing vain and over the top, but she deserved it. She’d saved the world far too many times for Nick’s liking, and blamed the world every day for not saving her. “Very well, come with me.”

Zelda bid Nick to follow her into the next room where the rest of the Coven were seated. There were many he didn’t recognize, but Hilda and Ambrose approached him immediately. Hilda hugged him tighter than he’d ever been held and Ambrose shook his head, sharing a knowing smile and head nod. Prudence and Agatha had saved him a seat and he bounced his leg up and down during the whole ceremony, until Prudence hexed him to get him to stop. He was wildly uncomfortable and unnerved, and decided the whole coming back to Greendale thing had been a colossal mistake. His heart ached just as it did seventeen years ago and the wound was still fresh. He didn’t think it would ever heal, never scar, it’d be gaping for however many centuries he had left. Because even though life without her was worse than Hell. He’d still live, because she’d never gotten the chance.

Nick stormed out of the ceremony and rushed off to go anywhere else. Ambrose called out for him and made to follow, but Prudence stopped him with a brush on his arm. Nick needed to be alone for this.

Nick didn’t realize he’d ended up in the Sanctum until he got there. He was in a secluded corner, one with a plush couch and a fireplace. He’d come here on instinct as it was a place he and Sabrina would often retreat too, whether they were doing research or just stealing a moment for themselves.

He didn’t know how long he was there but it proved to be helpful and started to calm him down. His hands brushed all the books and he picked at a few, flipping through the pages. He started a fire at some point, planning on hiding away in this corner for a while. At least until the dumb ceremony was over.

Nick was engrossed in a book on ritual history when he felt the heat in the air change. A breeze blew a curl from his forehead but he didn’t think much of it, still too focused on his book.

“Nick. Nicholas.” He heard her voice before he saw her, and he was sure his mind was playing tricks on him, as there was no way in Heaven that he could be hearing her soft tone right now. He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again, hoping whatever dream he was in would be over. It would be too hard to hear or see her and then have to let her go again when he woke up. But she spoke again. “Nick.”

He looked up that time and Sabrina was there, at least what appeared to be her. But it startled him and he sprung to his feet and moved behind a chair, spooked at whatever witch or spirit was playing a cruel joke.

“It’s okay.” She held out her hands to show that she meant no harm. “Nick, you don’t have to be afraid.”

The woman in front of him looked exactly as she did seventeen years ago. She was in the black skirt and red sweater her aunts had picked for her burial, and Nick swore he could smell her vanilla lotion that Hilda had made sure she wore for the funeral. His senses were overtaking him and his heart yearned for her to be real, but his head was screaming at him that she wasn’t.

“This is impossible.” Nick finally found his words. They came out edgy and rough, like he hadn’t spoken for years. “Sabrina died seventeen years ago.”

She walked slowly towards him, continuing to hold out her hands. He didn’t move but he eyed her carefully, ready to banish whatever demon she turned out to be. When she got close enough she reached for his hands and when they touched, she didn’t pass through like he’d expected her too. Instead he felt a rush of electricity that seemed to wake up his entire body. It was like her touch was rebooting his entire system, and he could finally see.

She brought his hands to her face, encouraging him to touch her, brush her cheeks like he used to do. When he did his fingers were met with the softest skin, porcelain white, just like Sabrina’s had been.

“Is it really you?” Nick choked out, tears creeping down his face and matching the ones running down hers.

“It is.” She breathed out as she turned and kissed his palm, repeating the words she’d said when he’d come back fresh from Hell. “It is me.”

Nick knew it then that it was truly Sabrina who stood before him. He didn’t think any spirit, or demon, or witch playing a trick on him could get the glint in her eyes that perfect. Nor would they be able to concoct the smile she was giving him now, the one she saved for him, and only Nick’s eyes had ever seen.

It was her. She was home.

“Spellman…”. Nick said before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to him, staggering backwards by the force of her essentially jumping into his arms. He welcomed the weight of her as she clung around his neck and pressed her nose into it, grasping at those curls she had missed so much.

She pulled her face from his neck only enough to look up at him, brush her nose against his, and wipe away the tears that had started to fall more freely from his eyes. He could hardly handle it anymore then. He had to kiss her. Sabrina sighed into it when he kissed her, moving her hands from his hair to his chest and grabbing his shirt collar to pull him even closer. He let her in willingly when she deepened it, and Nick moaned in contentment at the fact that seventeen years dead hadn’t stolen her knack for being in charge.

It could have been hours that he held onto her and kissed her before they slowly pulled apart. He didn’t stop touching her though, brushing his hands across her back and into her soft curls. The way she breathed out his name, in that perfect whisper of hers, further cemented the fact that she was here.

“How?...”. Nick asked as he sniffled. Tears were flowing freely now, but he’d never been afraid to cry in front of her. “How are you here? For how long are you here?”

She saw his worried brow and smoothed it out with her fingers. She smiled at him again, one with the promise of a future. Of forever.

“I’m back, Nick.” She brushed the runaway curl off his forehead that was still there after all these years. “For good.”

“How, Spellman?” Nick grabbed her hand and led her to the couch, pulling her to sit next to him. She immediately folded herself into his arms, wanting to touch him as much as possible.

“Hecate brought me back.” Sabrina explained as she played with the lines on Nick’s hand. “She said in order for the sacrifice to be complete, to give myself completely over to the void so you could trap it, I had to remain dead in the sweet hereafter for the number of years I was alive.”

“Seventeen years.” Nick filled in and she nodded.

“After seventeen years she could bring me back. Today, on my birthday. If I wanted to.”

“And I assume you wanted to?” Nick said with a smirk as he shook his scrunched nose at her. She giggled and leaned forward, placing a single, tender kiss on his lips, nodding in response to his question.

As he leaned into it with a clear intention to kiss her deeper and pull her on top of him she pulled away quickly. Her brown eyes went wide and she put her hands to her mouth as if she had said the wrong thing.

“Oh my Hecate.” She said as she gasped.

“What?” Nick panicked, trying to scoot closer to her. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t kiss you.” Sabrina said like it was obvious, and Nick’s face twisted in confusion. “What if you’re with someone. I can’t just kiss you assuming that you’re single. I’m so sorry-”

He shut her up the best way he knew how, with his lips against hers. He bit her bottom lip for good measure, drawing a moan that made him chuckle.

“Spellman, how could you ever think there could be anyone else.” He leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

“Really?” She asked, hiding her smile as tears trickled down her cheek.

“Yes.” Nick implored. “Sabrina from the moment I met you, despite everything, one thing has remained true. You are the last thing on my mind when I go to sleep. And my first thought when I wake up.”

“I thought about you too.” Sabrina admitted as she shrugged. “I thought about this moment when I could finally come back. I’ve been counting down the days ever since I got there and found out I’d return someday.”

“I missed you so much, Sabrina.” Nick told her. “Living without you was-I can’t-It’s-” She shut him up with a finger on his lips and a soft smile.

“We don’t have to talk about it right now. And I missed you too.”

“What did your family say?” Nick asked as he pulled her to him, laying down on the couch with her snuggled on top of him. He knew they’d have a lot to catch up on, his last seventeen years, her time in the Sweet Hereafter. But now he just wanted her in his arms. The hard conversations could come later.

“Nick you were the first person I came to see.” She said as she lifted her head to kiss his forehead. She thought he may have shuddered at the gesture, just as he had at Lupercalia. “How could you not be?”

“Mmmm.” Nick said in response as she snuggled closer and he kissed the top of her head. “Wanna go see them?”

“In a minute. I just wanna be in your arms.” Sabrina spoke to his neck as she kissed him there, breathing in the smell of him. Another thing that hadn’t changed.

“You got it, babe.” He felt her smile at the nickname as he pulled her even closer. His heart felt full for the first time in a long time and he decided he didn’t care if he never got up again.

“I love you, Nick.” Sabrina told him as she closed her eyes, knowing that this time when she opened them she would still be there on a couch with Nick by a roaring fire. Nick’s heart nearly stopped at the words he never thought he’d hear again. But the love of his life was there with him again, and the centuries he thought were stolen from them were given back. It was the most perfect gift.

“I love you too, Sabrina.” He kissed her forehead again before settling into a comfortable silence. “I will forever.”

As they both drifted off to a near slumber, Prudence’s words rang in his ears.

“You need to come, Nicky.”

He was damned glad he did.

#nabrina #fic prompts #nabrina prompts #post part 4 #tiny part 4 fix it #nicholas scratch #sabrina spellman #the one where nick doesn't die

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breaddaerb · 3 years

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how would the agents react if they were in our world and was told that they are video game characters?

[ valorant headcannons I ]

✎↷: good question! this one is going to be a wee bit of a cluster, but bear with me-

brimstone: as old men who have fought wars and seen everything the world has to offer do, brimstone genuinely wouldn’t believe it for a while. he’d brush it off by saying ‘oh, killjoy continued her webgame she was making? that’s great!’ after all, in this world he’s just a retired military general who works as an english professor at the nearby college, and he’s happy like that. video game or not, the publicity wouldn’t bother him.

breach: this is the spotlight he loves! breach may be older now, but he doesn’t forget the glory he felt when he played with his band back in the day as the lead guitarist. sure, it’s a little weird to see that he’s in a video game, however, people come up with great ideas nowadays and if it had him in it, it would be even better!

cypher: where did you get him, and why is nora dead? nora is alive and happy beside cypher thank you very much, and the man would have sued riot for taking his identity if it hadn’t been for his loving wife helping him to keep his cool. yeah, so this was why he was still married to her. the cypher who was forced to live a life without his beloved was surely suffering in that video game of his.

jett: she’s a gymnast rising star, so when she catches news of her new fame as a video game character, the first thing she checks out are the abilities she has on the game. wind? hm.. acceptable. the character in game was cool, but jett personally thought that she herself deserved even more than that! which is why she was noticeably upset when the new trailer came out. come on, she should’ve won that!

killjoy: oh, she knows alright. killjoy pretty much is the mastermind behind the gaming empire, with her smarts processing countless devices of technology that would be helpful to gamers or other boosts with better graphics. her character was modeled directly after her with her awareness. after all, and she may or may not have put in a word for her other friends as characters. being in video games was cool, and she was sure they wouldn’t mind!

omen: why did they make him so edgy. omen knew his voice was deep, but wow, they really kicked it up to another level. when he asked killjoy, the woman had the audacity to laugh at him and then shrug him away. they got his character horribly off (in his eyes), so he grumbles about it from time to time behind the developer’s backs.

phoenix: this is sick! he played the game, played the beta, and he looks forward to more of it! the whole fire thing is really a nice touch as someone who really didn’t have too many fantastical aspects to his life. he’s a car racer and collector, so while it isn’t reflected in his in game character, phoenix is a fan of the sleek design he’s given and the signature jacket that he always holds onto. the creators did a good job to make him look sick as hell.

raze: yes! explosions, fire? it captures her perfectly! she’s a demolitionist and works at a car shop on the side, so the whole role she was given was best for her. raze is especially a fan of watching those ‘AGGRESIVE RAZE PLAYS’ and ‘raze.exe’ videos on youtube because those double satchel movements are iconic! and if she ever sees a raze streamer who doesn’t take advantage of her superior ability kit, then they don’t deserve the fame.

reyna: reyna’s avatar is the best in the game. her voice actor was spot on, and though the singer doesn’t spend much time on video games, seeing the various clips of her own character was a gratifying feeling. purple was always reyna’s favorite color, and her sister would’ve liked to see it had she still been around by the time valorant came out. that girl rubbed off on reyna more than she thought.

sage: as a CEO of a chain of hospitals who had no time for casual luxuries like video games, it was a surprise to find out about it. jett came scampering up to her after one of her many sponsorship events and rambled to the chinese woman about the latest fps game, and she ended up taking a curious glance after a late night of work. valorant looked good, at least to her average-person eyes. the artwork was well made and a respectable system. perhaps it’d be worthy of a partnership..

skye: well, would you look at that! as a working zoologist and animal enthusiast, it was a pleasure to see her have some rad creations be her own abilities. skye liked the video game models so much that she carved out a few hawks of her own, letting them decorate her home studio. who knew that someone like her would be seen in a video game like that? people were getting really creative!

sova: his babushka doted on him a lot for it. neither of them had thought to see him in some mainstream game, but now that he was, sova was happy to share the game with others that he knew. sova found out at first because of omen’s complaints about it, and while they did the man slightly dirty, sova quite liked his own character! but the amount of trauma that was packed into the game.. maybe not so much.

viper: the actress is critical of her video-game representative. she supports riot and all, and the new lines of her character were nice, but there was too little time for her to catch up on it. actually, a colleague of hers had told her about seeing her in the video game, so it’s their main source of conversation whenever they’re on set together. her own fanbase plays the video game as a source of content too, so viper has accepted it as part of her life.

yoru: give him more lines! yoru’s teaser was by far better than both jett’s and phoenix’s, to the younger two’s disgruntlement, but he was too impatient to wait for his avatar to come out. yoru watched every release of his early access and admired himself and the irritatingly accurate habit of his comb, but he wishes for more content from valorant. give him some nicer japanese lines, too, okay?!

#valorant #valorant headcannons #valorant scenarios #all agents #breaking the fourth wall lowkey

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writerfangirlbooks · 4 years

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Demon in Love part 1

Crowley x Reader

Prompt: Imagine Crowley meeting Dean and Sam's sister for the first time and falling in love at first sight. Part 1!

Word Count: about 1300

Credit to gif owner!

Being a female Winchester was not easy, in the slightest. It was basically a miracle you existed in the first place. You had a grandfather on your mother's side that was still living, but your mother was locked up. Your father, on the other hand, you didn't know much about as he had died before you were drawn into the supernatural world. You met your half-brothers and after a while, the three of you were really a family. You were a nice addition, helping out with research and kicking ass. It was strange being the youngest but being the most mature out of the three of you. You had heard of another brother, but he was a story from a time years before you stumbled into the strange world of hunting.

Another aspect that separated you from the boys was your focus on self-care. You knew hunters had a shorter life span, so you wanted to look good while you were around. That meant routine trips to the mall and nail salon. It wasn't that hard to wield a knife with acrylics. Or to have good aim through sharp eyeliner and heavy eyeshadow. You liked to think your highlight was a fresh addition to the element of surprise when destroying monsters. Sure, you got dirty, but there's nothing wrong with an edgy and rugged look as well as glam and glitz. If being stylish was what you were known for in your family, you would gladly accept it.

However, you had learned to love your brothers. It was a difficult trial to try to accept each other when you first realized you had similar genes. You feared stubbornness would be too big a factor to allow the three of you to work together. Fortunately, you proved that you could be a trustworthy and helpful edition. It had taken months of back and forth but you believed that you now had an unbreakable bond.

Speaking of breaking, there was a crash from another room in the Bunker. You jumped away from your desk, grabbing your knife and running towards the sound in designer combat boots. So much for a quiet afternoon to yourself and your thoughts.

"Who the hell are you?" You demanded. An attractive, somewhat older well-dressed man stood in one of your research rooms. Surprisingly, you did not sense an immediate threat, although you were worried that your brothers weren't here. Was it possible the crash came from another room? Well, yes, because there were hundreds of rooms and this was the closest.

The man turned around, also surprised. He had an answer prepared but it died at his lips when his dark eyes took you in from your boots to your dark and ripped jeans, to your striped sweater and leather jacket. You took the opportunity to admire his outfit as well while still focusing on the fact that you had the advantage if this became a fight since you were closer to the door. The stranger lifted his hands to show no obvious weapons.

"Hello, darling. The name's Crowley. And who might you be, lovely?" There was the tiniest of smiles you could barely make out from the distance as he spoke. Crowley slowly stepped towards you, still posing no potential harm.

You were tempted to give a variety of sarcastic answers. You took yourself by surprise when you even thought of a few flirty responses. You did your best to relieve your senses and focus on whatever your priorities were while still holding your knife high. "Were you the cause of the crash?"

His hands were back down at his side, apparently wanting to have a casual conversation. "I'm afraid not, dear one, but I'm sure you will find out momentarily. Now would you offer me a name?"

You pondered if you should trust him with this. Yeah, you were already overthinking about a conversation with a guy you just met. Most strangers you interact with tend to be monsters, so you weren't sure why this felt different. You decided to test Crowley by offering him a name that wasn't truly yours, but one that you often went by. "The only name that's important is Winchester."

Now only a few feet away, Crowley paused. You did your best to study any changes in his behavior, such as his slight eyebrow raise. "Well, I'm certain neither Moose nor Squirrel are married. Are you telling me it's possible they have a sister and failed to ever mention it?"

Okay, so he knows Sam and Dean. That's a start. Think this through, Y/N. If he's met with them multiple times, that means they have to be at least acquaintances, right? But what was with those very strange yet shockingly accurate nicknames? Answers, you needed answers. You were still struggling with finding out the cause of the crash and interrogating Crowley. Your mind was running quickly. Don't get distracted kept repeating in your head. You knew it could happen easily so it was probably best to get out of this situation before the potential turn for the worst.

"Yeah, let's go with that. Who are you, Crowley, and why are you here?" You remained staring at him with a steady, serious face that you had mastered over the years. It worked especially well in situations where you were not meant to laugh. His smile grew and you sensed sincerity behind it, an action you weren't used to from men besides your brothers. He might not be human. Thanks, mind, for the reminder.

"I truly would like to tell you, darling Winchester, but I'm afraid that would not work out in my best interest at the moment. That's a pretty knife you got there," said Crowley.

Crowley eyed the weapon carefully, still giving no indication of fear. There was no way the two of you could continue just standing and staring at one another giving short answers for much longer. For better or worse, there was another crash from nearby. You squinted suspiciously at Crowley before instructing him to remain where he was, slamming the door behind you before you took off to the noise. Sam and Dean were in their new 'man cave' standing in front of the tv screen with chairs kicked over as they cussed and yelled at the screen. You could not even form the words to express how ridiculous the pair appeared, trying to box each other by holding a remote and swinging it back and forth. Sam was the first to notice you and quickly paused their game. Their t-shirts were forming sweat stains from how intense they had become in this. They flashed guilty smiles.

"You're joking. This is what the crash was? I thought you two idiots were in trouble!" You stammered. You took a few breaths, realizing how worried you actually had been. Dean was in comedian mode. "Aw, thanks for the concern. Although it took you a while to get here if something had been going on," he noted.

"About that-" You would have jumped out of your skin if it had been possible. Crowley was behind you in the doorway. "Hello, boys."

Sam turned his remote towards Crowley as if it was an actual weapon, making this whole scene that much more laughable, before realizing what he was doing and lowered it. Dean let out an exasperated sigh and set down his remote. "Crowley, what do you want?"

You side-stepped into the room further to allow him more into the room. "My initial reason is no longer important. The two of you have kept quite the secret from me and I'm disappointed." He turned to you. "Would you do me the honor of accompanying me to dinner tomorrow night?"

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dnkkkjdsfhdsh my god??? Thank you so much @howlingmusketeers for tagging me, I felt like a creep reading your answer before starting writing my own (it didn’t make into my ship section but the way you described Wangxian watered my crops and cleared my skin) and I feel like got some quality drama recs from your answers, thank you for that as well >:) ❤️

Rules: tag nine people you want to get to know better or catch up with, then answer these questions

Three ships: three??? t h r e e ? ? ? ?

Mattfoggy (Daredevil) I just. I love how they work as both platonic and romantic soulmates, it’s so Good. I have mobile bookmark folders for both of those so I can just decide if I want Strict Bro Feels With Zero Sexual Tension Because They’re Bros And Content Being Just Bros or Married Fluff. And they fill one of my favourite ship tropes, Impulsive and Emo + An Actual Personification of Sunshine and Rational Thought, in whichever setting they’re put into so there’s no way for me to lose.

Spirk (Star Trek) So wholesome,,,,, so good,,,,,,, instant serotonin,,,,, like the 2011 version is feral and edgy and pretty much like an unhinged college au and tos is soft and sweet and so deeply in love hfeiwfhwioegriegh i love them 🥺🥺🥺

Tophling (Atla comics) I have no idea where this came from I have more ships than this and Yaling was in one (1) singular comic and they went on one (1) date to a lowkey riot and broke up right there and then bUT!!! l e s b i a n s

Last song: Officially it’s Beyond the Sea by Bobby Darin, but I was listening to my umbrella academy playlist while doing… something, I don’t even know what, and it just flowed in the background because I didn’t notice it and haven’t gotten around to removing it from the playlist yet so I feel weird letting it represent my music tastes. So my unofficial but more accurate answer Hadestown, & Juliet or Six :D

Last movie: The Slumdog Millionaire (2008). I saw it the last time when I was maybe 11 and got so much more out of it this time. Yes, we still skipped The Eye Scene™ because :'( But I didn’t run off crying from second-hand embarrassment / sadness when Jamal greeted his life-long idol covered in poop so some progress was made. I’d forgotten what a serve the soundtrack is oh my god Jai Ho! (You Are My Destiny) is such a solid vibe

Currently craving: (a time skip to June 2021 when I’m graduated and free from this pain and misery) chimken nuggies

Currently reading: Oh, how I’d love to respond “to my religion and English exams” but alas, it’s Little Zuko v The World by MuffinLance on ao3 and I’m a procrastinating, blubbering fool 💫 thriving 💫

(I don't have nine mutuals to tag jcjcjchd) @timelordy-fangirl2 @i-will-eat-your-kneecaps but if anyone sees this and wants to do it, consider yourself tagged :') ❤️

(also a small disclaimer i felt really quirky writing this at 12pm but now it's closer to nine and I'm more self aware but also too tired to tone it down so. yeah)

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Stones to Abbigale {Ch. 1}

(Kat)

This is going to be the worst thing I’ve ever read, isn’t it?

Am I going to actively want to die? Yes, most likely. But apparently, because I run a blog like this, I can endure suffering.

Flashbacks to Blood Raining Night.

Here we go. We will start with the introduction, written by the onion lord himself.

I want to be direct, my name is Greg. I go by “Onision” online.

Okay, I dunno what it is, but something feels off about this sentence.

This book is made up of events that occurred in my own life mixed with fiction from the made up life of James. James is essentially a better version of myself.

I can’t imagine how good that could be, seeing as the man who wrote this is a child predator and is just an overall piece of hot garbage.

His home, his school & his life all resemble my own at his age.

Don’t ever use a fucking ampersand instead of the word ‘and.’ It’s just bad grammar.

The people James analyzes and is surrounded by are not so unlike those I’ve known as well.

Analyzes?

Why?

I have experienced much of the loss James has however his happier moments are more often than not also mine.

Then write a memoir. Not this.

I want to share my story without it being purely non-fiction.

I mean, some people do this with books about their lives, but this feels... Odd?

I simply felt this approach would make for a far better book. At points I cried while writing this, at others I laughed.

Congratulations.

I don’t care.

Stones To Abbigale is not just a book I wrote, it is a piece of who I am.

That’s a given for all writers, but I still don’t care.

I’m going to rip this book to shreds.

Okay here we go.

I was asleep until I met her, but when I woke, I learned the meaning of "perfect imperfection."

Is this Onion boy trying to be poetic?

It actually made me want to die.

I've always been the type of person to focus on stars as we spin beneath them, the cool breeze on a sunny day, scattered patches of grass under my feet, the world around me, often forgetting to even glance at the one within.

‘The one within.’

Okay so the way this is written makes those three things seem disconnected. I often do stuff like this when I write, but I’d write it like ‘as we spin beneath them, focus on the breeze on a sunny day, on the scattered patches of grass, etc.’

You couldn’t pay me all the money in the world to rewrite that garbage sentence. This is all very waxing poetic and not in a good well structured way.

I had remained emotionally unexplored for so much of my life.

That must’ve been boring, not experiencing human emotions like the rest of us.

You sociopath, you.

It's painful knowing some can go an entire lifetime without understanding their own heart, an internal lock waiting for the right key to change everything.

Yeah, whatever, shut the hell up, you whiny idiot.

This is like an introduction by a teenager who just opened a poetry book and was like ‘yup. I wanna write like that.’

Except you aren’t William Blake or Walt Whitman and you never will be.

Sorry, Onion boy.

Except I’m not.

Die mad about it, grease ball.

It was the first Monday of November. I opened my eyes, blinded by my recently painted wall-to-wall white room. Even my bed frame, constructed of purely metal, was painted white.

Okay, cool. I’m a descriptive writer and I take every chance I can get to mention details, but even I find this description awkward. It feels irrelevant in this situation.

It bounced off the walls causing my eyelids to desperately clamp together. Painting my room like this was a clear act of subtle self-inflicted psychological torture.

Then why in the sweet hell did you do it? Do you enjoy suffering?

Actually, he probably does.

Because this is edgy as hell.

I was going through another phase, from darkness to light, and repeat. Seemed like the story of my life.

This is so edgy I am in physical pain.

You know your symbolism is good when it’s so random that you have to point it out and explain it to your audience.

My mom could see the darker colors were depressing me, I felt comforted by them, but found there were good aspects of both extremes. I was happy to visit either side, they are both so simple. But right now the intense light bouncing from wall to wall felt like it was ripping my mind in two.

Am I an idiot or is that just... word salad?

My mom didn't wake me. My alarm clock sat on my dresser with no explanation for it's failure to function. The clock only illuminated a blank stare with 8:17 written all over it's face. While entirely robotic, I imagined the clock to have the dumbest possible expression, one complementing its failure to behave any way outside its random glitch-infested nature.

That was the worst way to write a personification ever, but okay.

In the reflection of it's plastic face I could see myself unconsciously making the dumb expression I was imaging the clock to have. I laughed in my casual dorky tone and began to get ready to leave home.

I’m not laughing, idiot.

Without breakfast, I left for school with a bogus note in hand to idealistically explain my tardiness.

You... You wrote a fake note?

Do you realize you could get in trouble for that?

You’re an idiot.

I think most of my teachers were too exhausted to worry about small variances in our appearance from time to time. With how low their pay likely was, I imagined there were very few rules most teachers cared about.

That isn’t true at all. Teachers have to pay attention to rules unless they want to get, I dunno, fired.

It was another cold day in Lakewood. The wind hit my eyes forcing tears to form in the corners as I sped along the sidewalk at a no-doubt unreasonable speed.

I cannot imagine any good imagery for this scene. I’m just imagining this gif:

I passed Lauren and Raymon walking the opposite direction, no doubt headed toward the nearby church where all the students go to smoke, make out and hide out till school ends.

Um okay. Does this guy know that if characters don’t have relivance to the story, if they have no reason to be named, than they don’t have to be?

No.

Because he’s a 34 year old man baby.

They seemed so childish as they held hands and smiled excitedly as if they had gotten away with some tremendous crime.

That sentence seems so robotic I genuinely can’t.

Mr. Hanson, my heavy-set, middle-aged history teacher, rolled his eyes as I walked into class. "James, talk to me after class" he said quickly, looking away from me as if I were an undervalued employee who was barely important enough to make eye contact with let alone deliver a full sentence to.

It bothers me so deeply that a new paragraph wasn’t started when this character talked.

"I have a note," I said. He ignored me, and continued his lecture on yet another topic that would not only be completely useless later in life, but wasn't even relevant for even a few seconds after the words left his mouth.

Why is this teacher acting like a petty teenager?

I’m deeply annoyed by this.

And yeah, it’s relevant. You have tests, you idiot. Take notes. And it’s also history, which is, again, relevant.

In conclusion, shut your mouth and stop bitching.

There was only 15 minutes left in the class, but I felt it would be more stimulating to integrate myself into the room to yet again study my classmates' behavior than to sit in a hall watching the rows of scum covered tiles inevitably slide off the decaying walls.

That’s a health code violation, friends.

Or Onion is an awful writer and he thinks describing a school like this is a good idea. My money is on that.

For as long as I remember I've enjoyed seeing how people move around and talk to each other, like they're all animals at the zoo.

Something is wrong with you, friend. Liking to people watch is one thing, but doing shit like this is something else entirely.

Uh, try sociopath-like?

Creepy as hell?

We’ll go with both.

I would try to deliver a more accurate analogy if I felt there was one

Bitch, there is. I can’t name one off the top of my head because reading this makes me feel like my brain is melting out of my ears, but I’m 100% sure there is a better analogy. Even though this feels more like a simile.

but so many of them seemed incredibly unaware of themselves, just living life as if it were some generic predefined routine.

Oh, and you’re so much better obviously, you pretentious bastard.

Sometimes I felt like an alien who had a VIP pass to submerge myself in primitive human culture just for entertainment.

Congratulations, that’s also what you sound like.

I sense everything I can take in around me. The seemingly limitless audible tones, tremors in the voices of growing children rang in my ears. In studying people, I found myself gradually learning to literally feel the various personality types I encountered.

Do you... Do you have psychic powers?

If not, shut your damn mouth.

I hyper analyzed every inconsistent smell, the seemingly random clothing styles, freckles, and assorted hairstyles filled my mind with questions. Trying to rationalize and understand what sequence of events led them to decide who they would become.

You are the most pretentious protagonist I have ever read. I’m half a chapter in and I already fucking hate you.

This character is so poorly written and immediately unlikable. i cannot relate to him at all and if someone does, I suggest you go get some help because how this asshole is behaving doesn’t sound human.

I took favor of categorizing most everyone around me. The socially inept know-it-all, the dumb attention-seeking drama kid

On behalf of all drama kids, go fuck yourself.

and the bleach blonde bimbo who gets overly defensive at the slightest hint of criticism.

Do you mean you?

Onion obviously didn’t let anyone edit this garbage.

Then there were the kids who just hoped no one noticed them at all. There was so much to be seen, to be considered and organized in my mind.

Mhm.

I don’t care.

Class had just ended so I walked over to Mr. Hanson's' desk &

And*

placed the tardy note down in passing. As I walked out with the rest of my class, he called after me. "James! We still need to talk!" I responded but continued to walk outside the room. "I have to be early to my next class! Let's talk tomorrow!"

You’re an asshole.

And I hate you.

I walked quickly down the hall towards my art class, which was awkwardly placed in a trailer outside my clearly poorly funded high school.

Um.

Okay.

On my way to the class a fight had already broken out between two jocks who, no doubt, both had controlling, iron-fisted fathers who brainwashed them into believing conflicts between men are best resolved with the bloodying of their fists.

That’s a bold thing to assume, dear Onion.

These kinds of men plagued my mind with wonder. I could not conceive a scenario in which they could justify their primitive & pointless mentalities yet they would always continue to perpetuate their self-destructive attitudes as if it offered the slightest legitimate benefit.

Oh, shut your pretentious mouth.

Most everyone nearby crowded around the fight. None of them likely cared who was winning, what it was about or how far it went. All they ever seemed to show concern for was their own amusement, always excited to see violence without having to pull out their wallets to pay for it.

Are you joking?

Where are the teachers?

This is complete bullshit.

This is high school, not a fucking fight club.

Does Onion even try to make this believable? Or is he just vomiting all over his keyboard and just accepting whatever nonsense that makes?

As the sounds of flesh collided fist to cheek & chest quickly followed the howls from the surrounding students. They would scream "Oooohhhh!" as if it were sincerely delightful to witness creatures like themselves suffer & fall apart before their eyes.

The use of ampersands is making me lose my goddamn mind.

Even if I had time to stop, I never really took pleasure in seeing strangers hurt each other. Most all fights seemed avoidable and were often initiated for a senseless reason.

Go choke on air. This protagonist annoys me more than any protagonist has. I’m not joking. Fuck this dickwad.

I know, you could say it's more complicated than that, I would like to think it were as well, but reality trumps the way I wish things would be. There's no sense in fighting it when doing so rarely helps anyone.

While this is true, this is worded in a way that’s so pretentious it’s painful and also in a way that paints this protagonist in such a white knight-y way that it makes me want to die.

As I approached my next class the image of Abbi's face illuminated the neon walls of my mind like a projector teasing a theatre screen with fleeting moments of depth & purpose.

That is complete and utter word salad. Stop immediately.

Ever since I met her, she had occupied a part of my consciousness; whenever I wasn't near her I missed her to an unrealistic extent. You could call my longing sad especially considering we had barely talked; she just had a strange effect on me, one no doubt similar to a willful addiction.

That’s called a crush, but the way that was just described is so creepy.

There are people in life which we pass by on a daily basis, barely aware of their existence, but on an exceptionally rare occasion you can find a person who fills an area inside your little world you didn't even realize needed filling.

While that’s technically not untrue, it feels like a lizard person is trying to tell me what having a crush on someone is like.

As I walked up the creaking stairs into my art class trailer I could see Abbi was sitting at her shared-desk, alone, same makeup, hairstyle & general appearance I had thought about repeatedly over the last couple days. She was drawing pictures on her blue-lined paper, distracting herself from the cold that filled the oddly glowing room.

This... This imagery is so fucking weird.

I smiled slightly trying not to be too obvious and sat down on my chilled metal chair positioned a few seats to the left in front of her. Glancing over, I could see she hadn't moved at all, I felt like she didn't even notice me come in.

You aren’t the center of her world, so yeah, she’s focused on something else. That’s just how it is, asshat.

I wanted to inspire some acknowledgment of my existence from Abbi so I opened my mouth to greet her when my fingers brushed up against freshly smeared gum under my desk. "Eeew!" I shouted out on impulse. She looked up at me with a blank expression.

I’ve accidentally touched gum on the bottom of my desk before, as I can imagine everyone has, but I’ve never shouted about it like a lunatic.

Bursting into the room came a group of boys. "Dude I think John's done bro!" one of the other boys laughed, saying "Won't see them for a week at least."

Nobody talks like this. Have you ever spoke to another human?

I looked back at Abbi to see she also didn't react to their outburst. Strangely knowing that her apathy was generalized and impersonal gave me comfort.

There needs to be a comma after ‘strangely,’ but whatever.

Her influence on how I felt was obviously dangerous but I didn't care as no matter how fond I was of the idea that I was not of the world, I knew my place and had no real interest in pretending otherwise.

Explain to me how in the hell that’s dangerous.

Jason, one of the boys energetically praising the fight they had just seen, sat in his seat next to Abbi. I smirked watching her shoulders shift away from him. Her body language sent a loud message that she had the same impression of Jason as I did. He was just another moron, placed on this Earth to live his life completely unexamined,

That word is not used properly in that sentence.

a pawn that had no awareness of its own role let alone that it was just another tiny component within a massive unstoppably twisted game.

Shut your pretentious mouth because that doesn’t make any goddamn fucking sense.

I know it sounds morbid and condescending but my attitude was just something that naturally developed the more I studied human behavior.

Bullshit.

I would be more optimistic but I find doing so would be like walking into a room with no windows and turning out the light. If you refuse to see the world around you for what it is you're just wasting your eyes.

Being optimistic means looking on the good side of things. You’ve heard the glass half empty or half full thing. it’s that. And as someone who jumps between optimism and pessimism, being optimistic isn’t like this at all.

Don’t try to be poetic or funny, Onion. Those are two things that you aren’t.

Art class was about to begin. My teacher, Mrs. Stanley, who looked like she should have retired a ridiculous thirty years ago, approached the front of the room talking about how art is sacred. She also discussed the random object she had us all draw the previous school day and ironically graded it by using her own narrow-minded definition of art.

That isn’t ironic.

I always wondered how teachers could even attempt objectively grading art. Is there any logic behind validating a form of self-expression using a cold black and white mathematical system?

It’s a class where you have to follow the curricula. Shut your damn mouth.

And this is coming from someone who hated her art teacher. But this art teacher was so utterly closed minded that she didn’t accept anyone else’s creative process. She basically told us that if we didn’t follow her process, we weren’t real artists.

"Today I'm going to place you with partners" Mrs. Stanley said as she pulled out sheets of paper outlining our activities to come. "To keep this simple, I'm going to partner you with the person you are currently assigned to share a desk with" she said. I sighed knowing I was bound to be paired up with Alex, a guy I had specifically asked to be seated away from ever since he peed in a jar literally right next to me under our desk, acting like he was so cool for publicly exposing himself while simultaneously urinating.

That... He expected to be treated like he was cool for this?

That’s fucking disgusting.

It happened weeks ago and I still can't figure out what kind of crazy it takes for you to, in the presence of people you barely know but have to see nearly on a daily basis, pee in a jar held in your hand just beneath your desk in the middle of a classroom.

At first when I read this, I thought that the wayit was worded made it sound like Alex forced James to hold the jar while he peed in it, but okay, whatever.

What then? You show it off like you will be praised and accepted as if it were an accomplishment? Alex, despite being borderline mental, was one of my least favorite people to study.

It is actually physically exhausting to read this shit. James is a pretentious asshole.

I couldn't help but feel there was some defect in his mind that invalidated the point of conducting a thorough analysis of him.

This just makes it seem like James has mind reading powers.

He was completely irrelevant when considering the realities of normal human behavior.

Behavior you don’t act according to, you lizard person sociopath.

As I was off on a tangent in my own mind I heard a familiar voice ring out, one that inspired the very same emotion you experience when a song you had forgotten you loved, randomly plays in the background of your daily life. "Can I be paired up with James?" her voice was just as I remembered.

Is this Abbi?

I have a friend who spells her name like this, so I really hate that there’s a character in this shitty book who shares a name with her.

Despite her having not spoken in class in some time, she hadn't changed a note. Abbi had interrupted the teacher just to partner with me, but I asked myself if was it really just to work with me or just to get away from Jason.

Um. Okay.

The teacher, looking irritated but understanding Abbi's discomfort with Jason responded "Alex and Jason, you'll be partners. James, switch seats with Jason" "Thank you!" Abbi said with a slight smile. With a cocky grin Jason stood up and in a comedic fashion smelled his armpit. "Wow, I didn't know I smelled that bad" Jason said as he walked over to sit by Alex.

That isn’t funny and Onion boy isn’t funny.

Approaching Abbi was no doubt a way scarier act in my mind than it was to everyone around me, I felt like my head was burning from the inside out.

That’s a little extreme.

Nevertheless I continued to remind myself that her public outcry to partner with me could have meant nothing. I sat down next to her and did all I could not to turn into a complete dork on her. She reached out and grabbed the project outline that was being passed out. Mrs. Stanley began to read the description of the assignment. "Today you will both be taking something meaningful, but expendable, from your own homes."

If something is meaningful it isn’t expendable. Stop.

Mrs. Stanley looked up and emphasized, "That you own!" then looked back down at her paper. "You will tear those items apart here in class. You will then take those items and, using the adhesives, staples and the strings available in class, find a way to create something new out of those possessions."

That’s actually kind of an interesting idea. But like. Maybe with a cup? I don’t wanna rip apart something I care about.

She looked up and said in a low voice sounding somewhat like Dracula "Two, will become one."

That is unnecessarily creepy. It reads like an innuendo.

Also, what in fresh hell does Dracula’s voice sound like?

Did she say it with a Transylvanian accent? I’m confused.

Jason raised his hand objecting, "All due respect Mrs. Stanley I'm not breaking something of mine for this class."

Jason has the right idea.

She replied putting her hands on her hips, "That's fine Jason. We'll supply you with a toilet paper rolls, we have plenty of extras around here." Jason suddenly looked disturbed and sarcastically spouted "Freaking great!"

Why???

That’s better than ripping apart a t-shirt.

Mrs. Stanley asked, "Are you sure? Your grade shouldn't suffer that much if you two just take Alex's piss jar and tape it to a toilet paper roll. You're already failing this class."

What in the literal fuck?!

You cannot say that to students. No, you can’t say that to anyone.

Jason couldn't believe what she had just said

Same.

and Alex maintained an awkward frozen facial expression with his mouth slightly open in his normal weirdo somewhat robotic fashion.

"Oh my god" Abbi whispered under her breath with a slight smirk. I grinned uncontrollably; just seeing her amused was amazing to me.

That wasn’t really funny, it was just shocking.

I could hear a scream in the back of my mind reminding me my dorkiness and borderline obsession was escaping through my face.

It's not that I couldn't help being in awe of Abbi and basically every little thing she did, I simply didn't want to change how I felt. In a way, she was like your favorite song or book, you could pretend not to like it and in time with the right mental coaching maybe you would sincerely dislike it, but life just felt so much better embracing your condition entirely, letting all your nerdy admiration flow freely.

This just reads like an obsession. I don’t have the energy to actually express how romantic feelings actually feel, but this is terrifying.

Mrs. Stanley continued, "If there's anyone else who has an issue, please take it up with my 1800 number which is?" She put her hand up to the air signaling the students to react but only a couple kids replied aloud with her catch phrase. "1-800-BOO-HOOO" they mumbled.

Sweet Jesus.

So this is what it feels like to lose my mind.

She continued, "Good, now for the rest of class please work with your partner on what you plan to bring and draw up a prototype sketch of what you feel your final piece of art will look like." Mrs. Stanley walked to the back of her room and sat down at her 1950's looking rust-infested desk.

Is this school just a giant health code violation? And what the hell do you mean by ‘1950′s desk?’ All I got when I googled that were pictures of wooden desks.

I would always laugh internally when I looked at the old thing. Maybe it was my way of coping with the fact I attended one of the most run down schools in the state.

I have nothing that isn’t full of curse words and fact checking to say here.

"What are you going to bring James?" Abbi asked.

This sentence is put so Abbi looks like she’s asking if James is going to bring himself without the comma after the word ‘bring.’ Did Onion really not edit his book at all? These are simple and fixable grammatical mistakes.

It was amazing hearing my name pass her lips but I had no time to think, if I didn't respond right away she would think I was totally awkward. "I... have no idea..." I responded. Smiling she said, "I'm going to bring my hamster cage", I asked, "Did he die or something?" she laughed, "No, I never got one, the cage was just a gift from my dad."

But you’re supposed to cut it up.

Hamster cages are made of metal.

Does Abbi just have superhuman strength? Is she going to bring a pair of bolt cutters?

"Your dad didn't get you a hamster... for the cage?" I asked.

My question exactly.

Sometimes you just...

You just gotta give your daughter a hamster cage but no hamster.

She paused and started to lose her smile.

Oh fabulous, she’s one of those characters.

At the first sign of her smile fading I felt a crushing pressure in my chest. "Hopefully you can find something that will work with that," she said. I couldn't help but feel like a total jerk despite not even knowing what I did wrong.

That interaction was so... Weird? Robotic? i don’t know. Something felt wrong about it.

I had the overwhelming urge to fix how she felt so I took a gamble, "Well, I could always bring that weird vibrating thing my mom hides in her drawers all wrapped up in a cloth" I said.

What is wrong with you?

I cannot fathom what made Onion think this joke was funny.

She busted out laughing hysterically as a huge grinned filled my face. I was so happy I could get her to smile again. "Eeew! James!" she continued to laugh as the extent of my grin began to stress my cheeks. I couldn't remember a time when I was this obvious about how I felt.

This... Something is wrong with just... all the dialogue.

And with the formatting. You make a new paragraph when someone starts talking. A 34 year old man should know this. He writes like me when I first started writing, and while this probably means he just started writing, I was 11 years old when I wrote like this.

He is a 34 year old adult. There is no excuse for how bad this formatting and how generally terribly written these interactions are.

Abbi's laughing trailed off and she paused. Turning to me she said, "You... you didn't actu- ally... your moms?"

*Pained groaning.*

I responded, "No, I wouldn't know about that, but I'm glad it made you laugh." She responded, returning to a soft laugh "You're more goofy than I thought James." I sat next to her looking at my fingers interlaced in front of me; my wide smile relaxed but still filled my cheeks with warmth.

This entire chapter, everything here, is so awkwardly written.

As class came to a close Abbi patted me on my arm. I turned and she handed me a note. Instinctively I put it in my pocket and said "See ya tomorrow", she just smiled and walked away.

????

On my way to my next class, I opened the note. I didn't understand why, but it read "NISEONE."

Not knowing what to make of it and with little time, I stuffed it back in my pocket to look over later.

Yeah, that’s cryptic as hell.

Not feeling like skating home,

Oh, we’re really getting into edgy 2000′s shit now.

I got on the bus to see all the normal rejects and misfits waiting. Davis, a short and scrawny kid who had been my best friend since middle school despite being one grade behind me excitedly waved me over.

Oh, good, more terrible characters.

"James! Nice to seeeee you!"

Oh, this bitch needs to die.

he said in seemingly the dorkiest way possible. I smiled as he stood up giving me the window seat, knowing very well by then that I preferred it.

Um. Okay.

As I sat down I began looking out the window, analyzing the little humans running left and right to get on their busses.

Buses*

And I am going to eventually kick your ass for this pretentious bullshit.

Something reached out and caught the corner of my eye. I immediately shifted my head to see what it was and quickly realized it was Abbi standing in the parking lot by some beat-up sedan.

"What'cha looking at James?" Davis asked. Without hesitation I began to respond, "Oh, it's Abbi, she's in my art..." my heart sank as I witnessed a boy I barely knew, named Seth, walk up and kiss Abbi on the lips.

Oh, boo fucking hoo. Get over the fact that she has a life outside of your crush on her.

"James?" Davis said, but by that point his voice was a faint echo in the darkness my mind instantaneously lost itself in. I felt like after a life of numbness I was finally about to truly feel warmth for the first time only to have it all taken away in an instant, leaving me hopeless in the shadows, alone once again.

Cry me a goddamn river.

You angsty pretentious idiot.

Don’t give me angsty word salad about how sad this makes you, I don’t actually care at all.

I looked down at my knees feeling as if I lost all muscle control in my neck.

That isn’t a thing that happens ever when someone is upset.

"Are... you ok?" Davis asked. I responded with hesitation "...I'm... just stupid."

You spoke to her once, you fucking dumbass.

"No you're not. You're one of the coolest guys I know!" Davis replied. I continued my silence as he offered words of encouragement. "Okie dokie, well, you're awesome and should be super happy so if you want to talk, I'm your buddy so... so I'm here to talk."

That’s uh, nice of him.

But the way he’s talking sounds like... almost mechanical? All he’s done since he was introduced has been compliment James.

I was too focused on the con- flict raging in my mind to hear anyone at that point. I couldn't think about anything but Seth kissing Abbi the entire trip home.

Oh, get the fuck over it.

That night my mom was literally just serving lentil beans she prepared on her crock-pot for the billionth time, a fair exaggeration but still, it was excessive to say the least. My sister was behaving as she usually did at the dinner table, talking about how stupid she thought school was and how she couldn't wait for college. "How was work mom?"

I mean, I’m also tired of high school. I’m really done with judge-y teenagers.

I asked trying to keep my mind off the haunting images looping in my mind.

YOU HAVE HAD ONE FUCKING CONVERSATION WITH HER. CRY ME A FUCKING RIVER, YOU BITCH.

Any normal person would express disappointment over the fact that a person they like has a boyfriend or girlfriend or partner in general, not go into a damn depression about it.

"Well, no one at work respects me or listens to me and I generally can't stand it, but you know, we still have food on the table" she said in a stern tone.

That

That is weirdly passive aggressive and mechanical.

My sister barked as food flew out of her mouth, "Well at least it's not high school. I'm learning how to be a successful person from a bunch of low-income losers."

Oh, I guess bitching runs in the family.

My mom replied "Whatever your teachers are, they have full-time jobs, which is more than a lot of people can say." My mom gave my sister Lisa a disap- pointed look. Lisa was well known for showing little respect for hard-working people. To her it didn't matter how much you gave back to society, it only mattered how much money you made.

That’s a very black and white way to look at things.

After the rerun of lentil soup I washed the dishes per my mom's orders and headed to the shower. I sat on the floor of the tub thinking about Abbi, barely feeling the water as it hit my chest.

Sat on the floor... while water hits your chest? Are you like sitting with your back arched so the water can hit your chest?

This imagery is so odd.

I was so consumed with what I had seen that I had completely forgotten the note until that moment. I quickly reached over to my pants resting on the toilette.

Why the fuck did you spell toilet like that?

That’s literally the word for ‘toilet’ but in French. It isn’t a spelling used in English. It just makes you sound even more pretentious.

Also, he reached over to the toilet to grab the note from his pants while he’s in the shower?

It’s gonna get wet, you idiot.

I had hoped I read it wrong the first time and that it would make sense with a second look only to see it read exactly what I gathered in my initial passing glance. "NISEONE"

I fucking hate you, Onion.

This literally looks like you scrambled your screen name up.

Die.

In a fire.

I mumbled to myself. I joked with the idea in my head that she handed me the wrong note but still assumed it wasn't a failed attempt to say "Nice one," which could be taken as a compliment if you were desperate enough.

That joke, while just a little funnier, is still fucking lame.

Seconds into looking at the note my eyes widened, having figured out what it meant, I jumped up slipping to my feet and screamed "YEAH!!!" I had cracked it, only to immediately after feel completely stupid for not having figured it out sooner.

I’m just done functioning.

My mom screamed through the door from her bedroom "WHAT?" I responded "Sorry! Nothing!" I hurried to finish showering.

I’d just assume he got really into jerking off.

I’ll see myself out.

Staring at my phone wearing only a towel, I smiled as I typed in "NISEONE" or "647-3663" into the number keys.

That is the most cryptic and strange way to give someone your phone number.

I assumed we shared the same area code otherwise she likely would have given me a longer sequence of letters and I was right. After two rings I got an answer. "What do you want?" a disgruntled man's voice asked.

This... This girl gave this guy a home phone number?

I guess that’s fine since this is probably set in the early 2000′s, but it’s still odd.

Like a bad engine struggling to start in a monster movie I clumsily belted out a response "I... uh... I was looking for..." An unenthusiastic female voice in the background said, "Give me the phone." "Whatever" he said dropping phone in front of her.

James can apparently see through the phone, or he wouldn’t know that probably Abbi’s dad did this.

"Hello?" I could recognize the voice now it was Abbi.

Trying to hide my excitement by maintaining a normal tone I said, "This is James." Abbi excitedly screamed

Like how girls screamed in Disney Channel shows?

That’s ridiculous.

and responded "Oh my god you figured it out!" Hearing her optimistic tone I laughed saying, "So... why..." She interrupted. "I was hoping to find out if you figured out what you're bringing to art class."

Why the hell didn’t you just fucking ask? Or give him your regular phone number? This is just unnecessarily complicated.

I said "Oh!" and looked quickly around my room. I couldn't see anything immediately so I just said, "I'll... surprise you!" She then replied "Oh come on, tell me." My eyes locked on to a plausible item for the project. "How about my... bear... I'll bring my bear!"

You’re okay with destroying a teddy bear? Okay, I guess.

I said. She replied "Oh, ok, oh! I have an idea. Instead of the cage, I'll bring in a stuffed animal of mine and we'll make like, a zombie bear."

Sounds fine.

I don’t care.

You guys are fucking boring.

I laughed "Awesome" I said. "Ok, I'll see you tomorrow ok?" she replied happily. I answered "Ok, byeee."

I would appreciate it if you would fuck off.

I can’t believe this shit is on GoodReads.

Just before she hung up I could still hear her laughing, leaving me with a sense of accomplishment and a lasting smile as if it were painted across my face.

That’s the end of chapter one?

Oh god, okay.

That was.

Terrible.

The characters are bland and flavorless and I cannot get attached to any of them. I can already tell I’m going to completely despise this.

I’ll see you next time. I need to go think about my life.

~Kat

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incognitowetrust · 4 years

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Made a twitter rant, then decided to copy-paste it here and delete it there.

I might repost it there via screenshots. I don’t like having to make multiple tweets.

There was a point I had to learn of that one part of the DBZ fandom. You know, shitty memes and edits done by definitely straight dudes. Sharing weird grainy images. They ignore Goku's personality is oblivious-pure-derp, and they say Krillin sucks.

They're also definitely responsible for some of those really weird animated parodies on YouTube that I've seen. And in general it's like they like to portay a lot of characters as something based on whatever they think is funny or edgy, and it's more of a shell with a paintjob. And, look, yeah all types of people make cringe, but there's a weird type of variety of straight dudebro who are super aggressive about how you can enjoy the series. Yet at the same time like to treat everything like their personal toy, and it's like they get insulted that you want to play with THEIR toy.

I guess that's the way I see it, they just naturally feel like the thing is theirs, and they'll preach for fanart and ships to be "accurate" yet throw that out the window when it applies to their stuff... that often I'm pretty sure is... kiiinda like them putting a fantasy of theirs into the tough character they watch, so they can think about fuckin' the lady characters. Then, when some random person makes a gay ship, they'll take it as a personal insult. Because they wanna identify with a character, or project themselves onto that character, it’s like “Wut, are you calling me gay??”...It's frustrating, because... apparently characters who an audience get attached to aren’t okay to be given the same treatment by all of the audience (or, I suppose, apparently one chunk of an audience can tell another chunk of an audience that they’re like a 2nd-class audience). Like, fuckin' chill, if ya wanna make your DBZ big tiddy threesome content, go ahead, but I think if your ego is insulted by some random gay making two fictional dudes kiss, that's more of a you problem than a them problem.

I mean... to be honest, these dude-bros harassing other people vs. the other people harassing them... the most harassment I see THEM get seems to be nothing more than your average criticism. Considering how long the series has been around, I suppose these certain types of het dudes feel threatened, because they might not be used to... like I said... "sharing" their "toy". I guess they kinda have been in a sort of one bubble/group, and take them being "real" fans as a given, and they don't want to accept anything else. They feel like they are entitled to not accept anything else, even though it wouldn’t actually change their ability to do what they want.

Straight dudes are not used to being criticized or not being catered to. Many of them will claim that only LGBT people are being catered to... but... uh... y’know, that kinda shows how you’re used to being catered to if what you are or like is “supposed” to be the default. And everyone apparently just has to use that default.

For fucks sake, it’s DBZ, it’s a often-ridiculous series, I came here because it felt like a low-pressure sorta place for me to derp around and have fun. If you aren’t here to have distracting fun I dunno wtf you’re doing.

#personal #a rant #rant #dbz fandom #that weird part of the dbz fandom #the straights are at it again

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ravens-rambling · 5 years

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Kid Roman playing as a knight and kid Patton playing as his prince?

WC: 1,635

ships: Romantic Analogical

warnings: Swords, uuhhhhhh just a bunch of fluff really XD

Tag List: @punsterterry @stormcrawler75 @frostedlover@mycatshuman @mutechild @panicattheeverywhere15@thewinterbookqueen @analogical-mess @saddestlittlebabe

“Papa! Pa!“

“Dad!!”

Dark blue eyes behind a pair of square glasses peeked out of this days newspaper, one of his eyebrows was drawn up in question when he saw the two ever bubbly kids.

Roman, the youngest, had a red cape flowing behind him and if he squinted he could see it wasn’t actually a cape at all. Rather one of the red shirts that he occasionally wears. A big toothy grin was on his face as he raised up a cardboard cut out of a sword.

Patton, however, had on a huge yellow crown, a cardboard crown that was way too big for his head and kept falling off his curly brown hair. His pale blue eyes were sparking behind his round glasses as he practically jumped in place. There was also a cape on his back but this one was much larger than Roman’s… And was one of their blankets…

“…Yes?”

The two kids were either vibrating in excitement or hoping in place. How they could have this much energy was beyond the older man. He envied them in a way.

“You have to appoint Roman as my knight!”

“Yes yes, Pa! Come on, please?”

The bubbly kid drew out his puppy eyes as he begged. Logan blinked in confusion. There was no reason for puppy eyes if they wanted him to do it that badly he’ll do it, if it’s possible and safe of course, but he was rather confused on what they were talking about.

“What? Appoint?”

“Yeah!” Roman pipped up, “Patton’s the prince he doesn’t have the power to! Only the king can do it!”

“Please! We have to defend the kingdom! Roman’s our only hope!”

“Wait… I’m the king?” Now Logan was more intrigued then confused. That is…interesting. Oh, the imagination of kids…

“Duh! Of course, you are! You and Virgil are the kings! Pattons the prince and I’m his knight! Weren’t you paying attention!”

Logan smiled at that, he just had to love the sass coming from him. He’s been hanging around with Virgil too much that’s for sure.

“Well… If that’s the case then sure. How does this work?”

Though he would rather have something else to be doing he has to admit this sounds a bit of fun. That and really he didn’t have anything planned this morning so he’ll play a bit with his kids. Why not right? Normally Virgil’s the one who plays with them, Logan’s the one that tucks them in after he wears them out. But why not change it a bit right?

They both cheered and danced a bit. Their grins only getting wider.

“Okay! Okay! You need a sword! A better one than this! Where can we find a better sword though…”

Patton huffed and crossed his arms thinking. Even his cheeks got larger as he thought and his huge eyes winkled. Logan felt a sense of love and adoration for his young one at the sight. While Roman looked around hobbling around this way and that to see if anything could work.

That’s when a thought occurred to Logan though it wasn’t a great one… And if Virgil found out he won’t be happy. But if they used it quick what’s the harm right?

“I know where we can find one.”

“You do?!”

“Yay! Where?”

“In Virgil’s closet. I think he has a fake sword in there. But we have to be careful with it alright? Won’t want your dad finding out we used his stuff okay?”

They both nodded and Logan could only hope they understood. It was fake sure but they still could injure themselves with it if they weren’t careful. That and he didn’t want them to damage it in any way.

So with that, they made their way to his and Virgil’s shared room with the two hyperactive kids following suit. Thankfully it was Saturday, the day Virgil works early or he would be home.

“You two stay here. There are some dangerous things in his closet I don’t want you two getting hurt.”

“Okay!”

“What kind of things? Are there monsters in there?”

“Not exactly. No.”

“Then what’s in there? Is it an armory?”

“No. It’s boring things. And things you two should not touch, that doesn’t mean it’s exciting. Now go sit on the bed this shouldn’t take too long,” Though when he turned around and opened the door he took a breath at seeing the cluster of things that are barely able to stay in the closet. Honestly, he had no idea how Virgil managed to stuff everything in here.

“Hopefully….”

It took about a half hour before he managed to find it, he had to go digging in deep. Normally he doesn’t go in Virgil’s closet at all and vise versa. They tend to keep to their own things. Though there were some things they are willing to share, like extra clothes if they wanted comfort when the other isn’t there, etc. Logan didn’t even know Virgil kept all this stuff. He had to be wary about going down memory lane. He’ll talk about it to him later. Right now though if he doesn’t hurry up the kids would lose interest and that’s never good.

But finally, he brought it out, it was a long almost solid black sword. Everything about it screamed edgy to the teacher but hey it’ll have to do. There was even a black gem on the hilt and what looked like a dragon wrapped around the metal. He must have gotten this before he met Logan, so maybe his teenage years? Oh, boy Logan will definitely tease Virgil about this later… Sure, Virgil did mention having a fake sword before but he hasn’t seen it before now and he could only guess why.

“Woah!!!”

“It’s so pretty, Lo!”

“Yes I suppose it is. Be careful touching it I don’t know what it could do.”

“We’re not five, of course, we will!”

“No, but your six. Not much of a difference, Roman.”

He glanced over to see Roman’s sticking out his tongue at him and Patton chuckling at the sight, “Yes yes very funny. Now,” He pulled the sword away from them straighting up, “What must I do to appoint Roman your knight, Patton?”

They both froze as if they completely forgot about why they were there. Then it hit them and Patton beamed.

“Oh yeah! Well, you have to say a few words then Roman does and that’s it! Simple as that!”

“Thats it? Well, that’s very simple. If you want to be accurate Roman has to test his strength, his loyalty, his durability, his-”

“That will take too long! I already know he’s my trusted knight! I trust my life with him!”

“That’s very-”

“Aw!! Really, Pat?”

Roman looked like he was about to cry as he turned to his older brother to which Patton smiled and hugged his brother.

“Why of course! I know you’ll protect me no matter what! You’ll face monsters, dragons, and dragons witches, just to keep me safe!”

“Y-Yes… Of course, I will!”

Okay, now Roman really looks like he’s about to cry. And yet again Logan felt that same sense of adoration in his heart. Oh, how he wished he had a brother like this when he was growing up…

Roman quickly backed out of the hug and wiped his eyes with his red sleeve then stood tall and determined. Properly the most determined Logan has ever seen the small kid.

Patton only giggled under his breath then cleared his throat, “Okay Lo, you have to say these words and mean it alright?”

“Sure…”

“And you do too Roman.”

“Of course!”

“Now repeat after me and place the sword on one of Romans shoulders!”

He did so while being extra careful not to hit Roman with it accidentally, as Patton continued on, “‘I hereby declare that Roman, the bravest and noble knight in all the lands, that he now serves under Patton the kindest Prince that has ever lived!’”

He repeated those words smiling a tad bit at seeing how serious this was for these kids. Even he had to admit, this was kinda fun.

“And now you Roman. ‘I solemnly swear that I will protect the kindest prince that has ever lived with everything I have!’”

Roman said his part with stars glittering in his eyes and Logan could practically see his body vibrating yet again.

Just for good measure, Logan moved the sword to the other side as well when Patton clapped his hands, “And there we go! Now your my knight Roman!”

The small child practically lunged into Roman’s arms giggling and laughing so hard it must be bouncing off the walls, only mirroring Roman’s laughter as well. Once they calmed down they both turned to Logan with such bright happy grins that it made him shocked a bit.

“Thank you so much, Lo! Now I am always safe in Roman’s hands!”

“Nah nah, it’s Knight Roman now!”

“That’s right!”

Logan smiled at them before looking at the time. Well… He doesn’t have to get back to work for some time… Maybe he could…

“You know…” They both froze and looked at him wide-eyed, “I could help you two with your kingdom… If you two want?”

Oh boy… He shouldn’t have said that. The instant he said it both their eyes went huge and their grins only got wider. Then they started bouncing on their toes. They looked so happy Logan was taken aback yet again he could only blink down at them.

“Oh yes please, Lo!!”

“We would love that King Logan!! Here I’ll show you your kingdom!”

As he was dragged away by the two energetic kids Logan had to admit. King Logan does have a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?

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fullsundh · 5 years

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80s! Haechan (AU)

so i love the 80s era and I love lee donghyuck so why not put them together? note: sorry if some of this is not fully accurate. I’m just using basic 80s pop culture knowledge (and a bunch of movie stereotypes)

genre: fluff/enemies to lovers/badboy! au.

warnings: the tiniest mention of drugs and some swearing. light badboy! au themes.

donghyuck is pretty much the bad boy of the school

he’s popular because of his attitude and attractiveness but he distances himself from everyone

he usually spends his time alone, sat at the back of the class, using his walkman to block out the world and listen to the rock mixtape he worked hard to put together.

well that’s if he even turns up to class

this little rebel has probably never attended a science class in his entire life because he always skips them

rumour has it that when he skips class, he’s hidden in one of the old store cupboards getting high or making out with one of the cheerleaders

not only was donghyuck the school’s mysterious badboy, he was also your lab partner. but, you were yet to see him actually turn up to one of the lessons.

you didn’t mind all too much. you were happy with working alone. it meant you could get the grade you needed without any distractions.

but you weren’t too happy when your teacher announced to the class that the upcoming project had to be completed with equal input from each lab partner

how the hell were you gonna pass this when your lab partner never turned up to class?!?!

as soon as the dismissal bell rang you stormed your way out of the school building and into the car park where you saw the boy lying down on the hood of his car, arms casually resting behind his head. he wore sunglasses to block out the summer sun and headphones to block out the rest of the universe.

well, that was until you forcefully pulled his headphones out of the cassette player strapped to his waist.

he immediately sat up. you couldn’t see his eyes through the shades but it was obvious donghyuck was giving you a death stare

“what the fuck is your problem?” he spat out whilst he grabbed the headphones back off you and placed them around his neck.

“you’re my problem. You’re also my lab partner. Now we have a project coming up and you will help me with it because I’m not letting someone like you fuck it up for me”

donghyuck took off his glasses and laughed at the sound you, one of the top students, using such a harsh tone

“I don’t know what you find so funny donghyuck because I swear if you don’t turn up to class tomorrow I wi-“

you were cut off by the sound of Bon Jovi starting to echo from the boy’s headphones, he was known for his heavy rock persona, not a day would go by where he wasn’t wearing his classic leather jacket

“Yeah whatever, sunshine. I’ll be there if I feel like it” and with that, he placed the headphones back over his ears to stop you from arguing any more and hopped off his car to go elsewhere, leaving you stood all alone.

an entire week had passed and donghyuck had still not turned up to a science class to do his part of the project. you were about to give up all hope and just beg your teacher to give you a different partner

well that was until you felt someone tap your shoulder and you were met with the badboy himself.

“Donghyuck what the fuck-“. Donghyuck cut you off before you could say anything else by placing his index finger against your lips.

“Listen, Sunshine, I’m only doing this because I’ll get into serious shit if I fail another class not because I like you or anything”

“I’m glad because I don’t like you either Donghyuck. I just want to pass not be your friend. ” you rolled your eyes at the thought of him ever being your friend, or more.

you watched him as he let out a loud sigh of, what you thought was, annoyance. He then handed you a slip of paper and casually told you to write down your address.

“I’ll come over tonight so we can get this shit over and done with as soon as possible” Donghyuck ordered as he took the note away from you and placed it in the back pocket of his jeans.

you immediately start to shake your head and wave your hands infront of you

“Are you kidding me Donghyuck? You can’t come to mine! My dad would freak out if I had a boy come over! We’ll just have to work together in the library like anyone else would”

this time the boy really did let out a sigh of annoyance and crossed his arms over his chest.

“God. Fine. You’ll have to come over to my place instead. We can’t work on the project in the library because I don’t want people seeing me with you”

when you heard those words leave his mouth you felt so much more upset than you would’ve expected

why do you suddenly care so much about what lee donghyuck thinks about you or says about you? you didn’t know. all you knew was that he hurt you somehow.

you were too busy looking down at the ground to notice how donghyuck instantly regretted his words when he saw your hurt self

he gently lifted your head up by placing his soft hand underneath your chin

“Quit pouting Sunshine, I was only joking. I’m just not allowed in the library because I’ve been banned, apparently I make to much noise...”. his hand quickly went from your chin to the back of his neck and he rubbed it out of embarrassment.

seeing the school’s mysterious badboy stand in front of you, with his cheeks tinted pink as his eyes searched to look anywhere other than you, made your heart rate go just a little faster than usual. maybe donghyuck wasn’t so bad after all?

it was just coming up to 5pm on a Friday night when you were stood at Lee Donghyuck’s front door waiting for him to answer. and to say you were nervous was a total understatement.

after what felt like lifetimes of waiting, donghyuck finally swung the door open. he stood in front of you wearing loose and baggy casual clothes, his hair messy. he was a bad boy turned soft.

he stood awkwardly under your gaze for a brief moment before returning back to his usual self and smirked at you as he stepped to the side and motioned for you to follow him inside and upstairs to his room.

donghyuck’s room was far from what you imagined it to be like. from his ‘bad’ image you expected a cluster of rock band posters to cover the walls, countless piles of clothes to be scattered across the floor, packs of cigarettes lazily hidden around the room and any illegal substances you could imagine to be placed amongst the shelves.

however you and your imagination were proved wrong when you stepped into a colourful and well kept room. framed pictures of donghyuck smiling happily with a group of boys you didn’t recognise were on display throughout the place. his shelves were filled with old action figures that must’ve been from his childhood days. countless copies of cheap comic books were stacked by the side of his bed. but what caught your attention the most was the boombox that stood next to a stand that was filled up with cassette tape after cassette tape.

“do you wanna listen to something y/n?” donghyuck said from behind you, a wide and proud smile on his face as he thought about how impressed you must be at his huge collection.

you walked over and started to pull out a few tapes at random to see what tapes he had. You started to laugh loudly as you inspected the name of the artists and songs written on the tapes.

“Donghyuck these are all pop singers,,,” you kept giggling as you turned to look at him and held up a handful of cassettes.

his eyes went wide as he remembered that he was supposed to hide away all of his ‘embarrassing’ things before you came over.

“DONT TOUCH THOSE! I-I umm, I mean those are my sisiter’s so you should put those away...” his cheeks were undoubtedly turning red and you could see that clearly he was lying.

so you decided to tease him further :)

“Wow Donghyuck I’m really surprised. I thought you were a bad boy? All anyone can ever hear in class is the sound of heavy rock coming from your headphones but now I’m finding out that you secretly listen to” -you scanned over the tapes infront of you and pulled out another one- “Cyndi Lauper?”

He snatched the tape from out of your hand and half heartedly mumbled another “that’s my sister’s tape” under his breath and looked down at the floor.

All you could do was smile at how cute the whole concept was. Donghyuck plays it off as if he is some dark and edgy rocker boy yet here he was, stood embarrassed infront of you, with a collection of cheesy pop albums bundled up in his arms. why would he be so shy about his true self?

you suddenly started to feel bad about teasing him and purposely making him feel shy in such a vulnerable situation

so, mirroring what donghyuck did to you that time in the school hallway, you lifted his head up from underneath is chin to make him look right into your eyes

“I’m only teasing Hyuck. I think these are cool and you’ve got an amazing music taste. Do you wanna listen to some Michael Jackson while we work?”

His face lit up and he gave you a beautiful bright smile. his heart felt warmer than ever. not only were you offering to play his favourite artist but you had also given him a nickname-hyuck. maybe you were starting to like him after all?

you two both sat comfortably on hyuck’s bed with the science project sprawled out in front of you but with every new playing song, a new conversation topic popped up, causing you both to forget all about the real reason why you went over that night.

the only thing that could be heard throughout the house that night was fits of laughter and giggles as you and donghyuck shared old memories, secret hobbies (as it was clear donghyuck had a lot of those), and anything else that came to mind.

“Oh my god! You’re kidding me y/n. Thriller is the best Michael Jackson song. Period.”

“Hyuck are you serious? His best song is P.Y.T and everyone knows that”

“Hey you wanna see something cool? I can do a pretty neat impression of him...”

after what felt like lifetimes more of endless laughter donghyuck came to a stop and found himself looking deep into your eyes, loving the way they glinted in the light as you smiled

and he didn’t know what gave him the sudden course of bravery. maybe it was the way you spoke to him as if you both had been best friends for years, maybe it was the way you shyly placed your hand over your mouth to hide your smile when he teased you, maybe it was just donghyuck’s heart taking more control over him than his mind

but he found the courage. he hardly even waited for you to notice how he was staring at you before he blurted it out.

“come out with me tonight to meet my friends y/n.”

you completely froze and with wide eyes you turned to give him a look as if to say ‘are you crazy?’

“C’mon Sunshine it’ll be fun, they don’t go to our school but they’re really cool and you’ll love them”

Without really having the chance to say anything you found yourself being dragged out to hyuck’s car with his hand in yours.

He turned to you and grinned as he started the engine causing the radio to start playing

You instantly pulled your hands up to your ears as the radio started to blare out heavy rock music as loud as possible

Donghyuck panicked and desperately pushed every button on the small machine to find the right one that would change the song.

After finally finding it he glanced over at you bashfully. you couldn’t help but smile back as you heard ‘every breath you take’ by the police starting to play

the whole scene was so relaxing. you both sat in a comfortable silence as the song played. the moonlight shone onto donghyuck’s features and it made you see him in a way you had never expected. you had come to the realisation that Lee Donghyuck, a boy you had hated since the beginning, was actually the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

you turned you head away from him to look out of the window before he could notice that you were staring with heart eyes

the thought of donghyuck’s sudden beauty left your mind and you started to realise what you were actually doing. you were on your way to meet his friends.

you started to panic as all you could imagine was some sort of gang of boys that acted just the way donghyuck acted in school

what if he was taking you to the bad side of town and you would have to sit uncomfortably as a gang of mischievous teenagers stared at you wondering why the hell you were there with them?

The car came to a stop and you took in where you were.

“Are we lost?” You looked over at hyuck confused when you noticed that he had pulled up at the town’s arcade.

He rolled his eyes at you and got out of the car and waited for you to follow before heading into the brightly-lit building

Donghyuck grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you around the entire arcade but came to a sudden stop when you reached a group of five boys, all huddled around another boy whose eyes were fixated on the game of Pac-Man playing in front of him.

Donghyuck leaned in closer to you so that his voice could be heard over the sound of other games and shouting kids “if it’s Mark playing then I’ll give it a few more seconds before he completely blows it and dies”

A few moments later you heard the group of boys let out shouts of disappointment as ‘game over’ appeard on the screen infront of them. Donghyuck just stood there next to you with a smug grin playing on his lips until one of the boys turned around and noticed he had arrived.

“Hey look, Hyuck finally arrived and he’s brought someone” he said as he tapped a few of the others on the shoulder to gain their attention

The rest of the boys turned around and, like most things in donghyuck’s life, they were far from what you imagined them to be like. they all looked as if they couldn’t hurt a fly. after they had all introduced themselves to you, all of you made your way throughout the arcade playing game after game.

a while later it had finally started to get close to your curfew hour. you waved goodbye to your new group of friends and hyuck took your hand in his as he walked you to the car so he could take you home

“You’ve really surprised me today Lee Donghyuck” you said truthfully and took a glance at his cute concentration face as he drove through the darkness

“What were you expecting? me and my friends to be in some sorta hardcore gang? Sorry to let you down y/n but all we do is spend the week saving up quarters so we can spend Friday night beating the arcade’s high scores”

this time he wasn’t embarrassed or shy when talking about the real side to him. he felt so relaxed around you that he knew he could show his true self. after all that had happened that night, donghyuck knew that you weren’t an enemy. he knew that you weren’t just a person from high school that he’d forget all about in the years to come. he now knew that you were a friend, maybe even more.

Donghyuck switched the engine off once he had pulled up to your house and turned over to make his whole body face you as one of his arms rest on the wheel.

“Y/N, I’ve... I’ve had a real good time with you tonight and I was wondering if you want to like go out sometime again? but...just us two? like maybe we could catch a movie? I heard that’s what couples like to do... there’s that new movie out soon, the breakfast club or something like that-“

“Donghyuck are you asking me out on a date?” you cut him off from his messy rambling

“Yeah I think I am. So, are you up for it Sunshine?”

You couldn’t help but give him the biggest smile ever as you felt your cheeks heat up from happiness

“Of course I’ll go on a date with you Hyuck”

And with that, he leaned over and gave you a small kiss out of joy and excitement. You really had turned the badboy soft.

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