#and yet we're (me) still here huh.... choices

[wayslidecool]

arabic numerals ranked from worst to best by their potential as the lens in new year's glasses

#10: Seven (7)

seven is a very awkward number for a lot of things, and new year's glasses are no exception. its weird angular shape leaves no opening to put a lens in, and unlike the next entry, it's too wide to comfortably squeeze between lens in the second and fourth digits. and the impressive thing about 7 is that this is a number with plenty of writing variations, and yet i can't think of a single one that makes it an efficient lens! sorry 7. i think you're the best number for a rating scale, but that's about it.

#9: One (1)

the 2010s were a rough time for new year's glasses, huh? coming off the high of the 1990s and 2000s, people were determined to make the 2010s work, but that's a tall fucking order. the saving grace of 1, and the reason it's above 7, is that it's skinny enough that you can slide it between numbers and use the fourth digit of the year as the lens, but the fact you have to resort to that is only further evidence of how much 1 sucks at being the lens.

#8: Two (2)

two is definitely a tier above the previous two entries. it's an interesting and versatile enough shape that you can mess with it to try and make a viable spot for a lens, what with the upper loop and lower angle, but i feel no matter what you try, you always gotta make some concessions. like, you have enough to work with that a talented enough designer can make something that works, but usually the result is more "functional" than "good".

#7: Four (4)

now we're getting into numbers that could actually make for passable lenses. i mean, check it out! we have a closed loop here and everything, that has GOT to count for something! what makes me put four relatively low on the list is that with its right-triangle shape, i can't imagine it being a very comfortable shape for a lens, especially with how much ends up sticking out and downwards. still, a vast improvement over the previous three entries, even if it's basically just a worse 9.

#6: Five (5)

i feel like depending on what you prioritize in new year's glasses, these next two entries could end up going below the previous one, but personally, i think the not-closed round loop feels like a more practical spot for a lens than 4's closed-but-angular loop, y'know? so what if the loop isn't closed, it still mostly surrounds your eye, and feels generally passable to me. this is a number that wouldn't inspire the idea for new year's glasses, but certainly works now that the idea has been established.

#5: Three (3)

three is basically the same thing as 5, and i could even see some people putting it below 5, since 5's loop is a bit closer to being closed than either of 3's loops. that being said, 3's dual-loop is ultimately what gives it the edge to me. it ends up feeling more versatile to me. i feel the bottom loop is generally the correct choice, but just having the option of the top loop as well really helps it out. either way, after suffering through the 2010s and 2020s, i expect the 2030s to be a welcome breath of fresh air.

#4: Nine (9)

now we're getting to the really good ones. i mean, the 1990s are when the trend of new year's glasses started! if this number was good enough to kickstart the trend, then clearly it's a good number to put the lens in. having a closed round loop really goes a long way, it turns out! what puts 9 below the next three entries is the tail. having that swoop down towards your face feels like it'd be a bit uncomfortable, and this issue doesn't crop up with the next three entries. still, 9 is a trailblazer and its place in the New Year's Glasses Metagame needs to be respected.

#3: Six (6)

if 9's only issue is the tail getting all up in your face, then what better way to solve that then just turning it upside-down? it might just be me, put having it brush up against your forehead feels much, much less intrusive than having it brush up against your face. and plus, it can give the impression of a raised eyebrow! bonus! the 2030s-2050s are going to be a refreshing breath of fresh air following the awful new year's glasses of the 2010s and 2020s, but the 2060s are going to be a true new year's glasses renaissance.

#2: Eight (8)

hey, so remember how i put 3 above 5 since i felt the double loop made it a bit more versatile? well now imagine that, but both loops are closed. 8 makes for such a good lens, it's a little surprising we didn't see new year's glasses in the 1980s (i'm guessing having two of the same number is more inspiring than two different numbers?) either way, eight isn't content to give you just one closed loop. it'll give you a second closed loop right above. (or below!) 8 is a versatile number with many options, and i hope i can live to see the day we see it in new year's glasses. a true stand out in its field.

#1: Zero (0)

still, even with all the good years ahead, it's hard to ignore the fact that the best years are sadly behind us, with the 2000s being the absolute pinnacle of new year's glasses design. i mean, come on. a single loop with no frills is basically what glasses designs default to already, so using the middle two zeroes as the lens for glasses? impeccable design. the 1990s were good enough to kickstart the trend, but the 2000s were good enough to make us want to brute force the 2010s and 2020s. if that's not the mark of a good design, i don't know what is.

sadly, it's likely we'll never see design this good again. the next year with the middle two digits being two zeroes is 3000, and while we might be able to execute double-zero designs at the turn of each century, they'll end up looking weirdly lopsided in the process. i believe humans are hubristic enough to try and brute-force bad decades, but multiple bad centuries? forget about it.

oh well. happy new year

#happy new year

[lorcandidlucienwill]

The most disturbing things portrayed in ACOTAR

Victim-blaming: Lucien tries to help Feyre and gets physically abused by Tamlin as a result. Feyre then proceeds to call him a dog despite Lucien doing everything he could in a difficult situation. And we're supposed to...support Feyre on this? And Rhysand throws around words like "can never forgive" man stfu you prick.

Sexual Assault: The most disturbing thing is not that Rhysand sexually assaulted Feyre. It's that he's never held accountable for this and never even apologizes at ANY point in the series. There are so many examples but this is the one that is the most disturbing.

Double Standards: We have Tamlin locking Feyre up for her own good being vilified, yet Rhysand is championed for locking Lucien and Nesta up in houses for their own good. Huh? WTF.

War Crimes: What Feyre did to the Spring Court, manipulating the sentries with the whole Ianthe thing and basically getting them killed, then weakening the Spring Court rulership which resulted in all those villagers in the Spring Court getting killed, then laying the Summer Court bare to Hybern as well, are nothing short of war crimes. And...instead of feeling regret, we have the main characters saying "Hybern's actions are their own." Like bitch what? Hybern wouldn't have been able to do shit if it wasn't for you! Have some damn accountability! And the fact that Tamlin and Tarquin are vilified for this never ceases to irk me.

Grooming: Rhysand groomed Feyre. He made excuses for everything he did with trauma, then sent Feyre out to do tasks for him like she's some kind of weapon he can use. WITHOUT giving her proper information, there is no choice. And everything he does is constantly explained away, until eventually Feyre becomes his trophy wife. Rhysand basically assigns Cassian to do the same for Nesta. I'm holding out hope that Elain will be saved from the Night Court.

The pregnancy debacle: the whole thing with the baby having wings and Rhysand withholding information from Feyre is just...disturbing. Idc if you're not telling her FoR hEr OwN gOoD, it is HER life at stake and she deserves to know. They didn't even try to shapeshift her to try and save her life? Like why is everybody seemingly more concerned about the baby than the mother? Disgusting. And why is Nesta vilified for being the only one to tell Feyre? She said it to hurt her, blah blah blah. She also wanted to show Feyre that their situations are similar. That they're BOTH being shit on by the Night Court. And when she's close to a breaking point...Nesta is forced to hike a mountain? That is physical abuse. Also, Rhysand being extremely territorial putting a shield over her and barely letting Feyre go anywhere is beyond weird.

Suicide baiting: What Rhysand did to Tamlin in ACOFAS is nothing short of suicide baiting. And...only Lucien seems to really be that concerned about it? Like...are you telling me I'm supposed to be supporting Rhysand after he basically told a depressed male to kill himself?

Segregation: Separating the Hewn City from Velaris IS segregation, no matter what excuse you try to come up with. You can't claim they're all shitty people, since your bestie Mor comes from the CoN. So, there are good people stuck in the CoN unable to get out of their torment because Rhysand decided that only certain individuals are allowed in Velaris.

Performance Feminism: Establishing laws to help women and not doing shit to enforce them is performance feminism. If he's as powerful as he says, he can 100% stop wing-cutting and r*pe. But, he's a goddamn virtue signaler so he doesn't fucking care. The thing is, SJM could've handled these topics in a much better way and it would've been fine. But she completely fucked shit up here and it's crazy that some people don't see it. Part of me is still waiting for the final book where she says, psych rhysand was the villain the whole time. If so, I'll take everything back.

#lucien vanserra #pro lucien vanserra #pro nesta archeron #nesta archeron #tamlin #feyre archeron #anti rhysand #anti feysand #anti nessian #anti inner circle #anti ic #anti e/riel #sjm critical #pro tamlin

[bonny-kookoo]

Bonny!! Can we please get more Lo:Yoongi and OC? Like maybe her transition into being Queen/ or him courting her.

Him courting her is so cute honestly haha

All the workers at the palace are talking about you.

Mostly, because ever since the King had chosen you, he himself has been slowly changing. And while a lot of people were worried he might become weak after what happened during the fight with Jungkook, it's clear now that that's not the case at all.

He's just a lot calmer now, having realized that he has now a person he can find some quiet company in.

You don't expect anything from him at all- you cared for him when he was injured with hands so gentle, and you're always understanding of his rough tone and even rougher ways of handling the palace and it's daily tasks. Even though your kind despises violence, you accept that his does not, and actively uses it to solve their issues.

Yoongi, at the end of the day, is a king who earned his crown through bloodshed and death. And one day, his own will be taken the same way.

But until then, he will let himself enjoy those tender moments you're gifting him- just like today, as he has his head in your lap, both of you sitting outside in the palace gardens, birds flying overhead across the skies while the fountain runs a few meters away from you. He's rarely ever felt this calm before, your hand on his shoulder, while you let him rest for once.

Yoongi has never wanted his spot.

With his father forcefully challenging him when he was just about old enough to be considered somewhat of a man, he had no choice but to see it through- killing his father that day, cries of his mother forever edged into his mind. He doesn't know where she is today- most likely passed away already, though even if not, he'd never be able to see her again.

The partners of Kings who lost their crowns are exiled, after all.

"I'd like to offer you something." Yoongi says, eyes still closed as he speaks.

"..huh?" You wonder, unsure what he means. "Like a present?" You ask, and he nods.

"Yes. A gift." He clarifies. "I have yet to properly court you."

"Oh that's not.. that's not necessary at all." You giggle. "I'll stay with you either way, for as long as you'll want me." You tell him, and at that, his eyes open.

"I know." He responds. "But you live here now, amongst my people. And it is my people's way to properly court a partner." He explains.

"Alright, I'll accept it then." You agree, and he quiets down at that, before he moves, face turning to look up at you.

"What would you like?" He asks. "I just.. realized I do not know what you.. like, and what not." He explains, eyes moving away from yours in thought. "I should most likely.. have more conversations with you.." He mumbles to himself.

"I mean, we're talking right now?" You say, and at that, he looks at you again, before he moves to sit up next to you, seemingly searching for something in your face.

"We should.. talk more often." He says. "I enjoy talking to you."

"Me too." You say, smiling at him. "Oh, you have a petal there-" You say, moving closer to blow a stray petal from the blooming trees off of his hair- and when you move back to tell him it's gone, you're met with his eyes wide open, staring at you. "-uh.. did I do something wrong?" You ask, unsure, your words making him snap out of whatever trance he was just in.

"Are you trying to play with me?" He challenged, eyes narrowing as they stare you down.

"I- no? I just blew the petal off-" You explain yourself, when he cuts you off.

"I know that humans show affection by kissing their partners." He tells you, and at that, you realize what he probably thought you were leaning in for.

"Oh- Oh, no, I wouldn't-" You start, and his head tilts to the side at that.

"You wouldn't kiss me?" He asks, amused by the way you seem to get shy now.

"No! I would but-" You continue, and suddenly, you can make out the hint of a smirk on his lips.

"Then what is speaking against it right now?" He asks. "We are partners. I believe that this gesture is more than appropriate right now." He tells you, before he leans in now, coming closer to you. "Or maybe that could be my.. gift to you?" He proposes, and you swallow thickly, thinking about it.

You do like him. And he's right- nothing speaks against it.

"I think.. it could definitely be considered.. a gift of sorts." You say, and he smiles a little more now.

"Well then?" He says. "I need an appropriate.. demonstration." He tells you, and at that, you gather all your courage, and move forward to just peck his lips-

but he makes it clear right away, that a quick little peck was not what he was looking for.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #yoongi imagine #min yoongi imagines #yoongi imagines #yoongi x reader

[dandylovesturtles]

Trick: Leo and Draxum

Had an idea here for an End Game AU where:

the boys don't escape, and for whatever reason Splinter can't break out either

Draxum reads the room a little better on what will happen when he puts that Dark Armor on

the boys did a better repair job on the helmet

idk what specific warnings to put on this but uh Leo is straight up not having a good time

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Leo sees Draxum coming toward their cage, and knows they've run out of time to try for an escape attempt. Instinctively he moves closer to his brothers. He feels them closing ranks beside him, too.

"Now now, there's no need for such ugly looks." Draxum looks entirely too smugly satisfied as he surveys them, just outside of striking range on his side of the bars. "You should feel honored. I have a place for each of you in my glorious army."

"Thanks, but we're too young to enlist," says Leo automatically. He feels Raph shift behind him.

"And yet that hasn't stopped you from interfering with my plans at every turn. But that ends now."

Draxum crosses his arms behind his back, looking over each of them in turn. Leo doesn't like it at all; it makes him feel like a piece of meat being considered for grilling.

"Each of you will have your use," Draxum continues. "Snapping turtle, you are incredibly strong, both physically and mystically. And I have seen you lead your team. Rough around the edges to be sure, but you will make a fine general.

"Box turtle, you have an unusually high amount of untapped mystical energy. Under my instruction, you will become someone truly formiddable.

"And softshell, you are clearly highly intelligent. A shame you have wasted your talents on the human schools of invention, but rest assured, I can teach you all you need to know.

"And finally, the red-eared slider."

"Don't forget my winning personality and gorgeous smile," Leo quips.

In response, Draxum regards him coolly.

"Compared to your brothers, you are mediocre in every way. Your mystic potential is above average, but much weaker than the rest. You are not nearly so strong or intelligent, and while you have some physical talent, it's outweighed by your insufferable attitude."

It shouldn't sting. It shouldn't. Draxum's just a crummy villain, who cares what he has to say?

Leo chuckles nervously, shuffling back. "Mediocre? No way, I'm the best! Come on, guys, tell 'im."

This is where his brothers should chime in. Donnie should say, "No, he's right." Or Mikey should back Leo up, shouting down Draxum.

None of that happens. Instead, Raph is the one who moves, putting a hand on Leo's shoulder and physically moving him to the back, putting himself bodily between Leo and Draxum.

"None of us are joinin' your army," Raph growls.

"This is not something you have a choice in." Draxum waves a hand. "Now, I will be taking the slider with me."

Abruptly the bottom of the cage under Leo starts to sink, and he yelps, flailing his hands out for his brothers. Donnie and Mikey grab on, trying to hold him, but as the bottom of the cage falls out a strong vine grips his ankle and yanks, pulling him out of their grasp.

"Leo!" they yell after him.

Outside the cage, Leo hangs suspended in vines that grip him by every limb and around the middle. Draxum turns on his heel and walks away, and the vines carry him along after.

He tries to turn back and see his brothers, who are still making a racket, tries to smile reassuringly, but the vines hold him too tightly, and he can't.

"Hey, hey," he says. "If I'm so mediocre, what do you even need me for, huh?"

"Relaaax," says Draxum, with an easygoing tone that Leo doesn't like at all. "I said I had a place for each of you, and I meant it."

The first thing Leo sees as they enter the next room is the Dark Armor, standing fully complete at the top of a dais. The next thing he sees is his dad, trapped inside a similar cage - the moment he sees Leo, he rushes to the bars, slamming at them hard.

It doesn't even make a dent.

"Draxum!" he roars. "You said you would let them go!"

Draxum looks over at Splinter, shrugging.

"I lied."

Leo doesn't have to wonder what kind of deal his father made for their release. That helmet wasn't there before.

"I kept wondering why the Foot Clan was so eager for me to get inside the Dark Armor when before they had been so adamantly against me getting anywhere near it," says Draxum, talking about things Leo frankly couldn't care less about. "And then I realized... there is... a hunger in this armor. It will not awaken to its full strength until it is fed."

He looks back at Leo with a smile. "That's where you come in."

"Oh no, it doesn't want me," says Leo fast. "I'm way too lean! At least fatten me up for a few weeks first."

"It does not want you flesh, fool. It wants your mystic energy."

Leo grimaces. "Well, you just said I'm pretty mediocre in that department, soooo..."

"I said you are weaker than your brothers. But you still have plenty to sate the armor."

"You sure? I mean, maybe you should find someone with more, uh, mystic energy juice."

Draxum pauses, turning to look him in the eyes. "Very well. I suppose I could go get the box turtle-"

Leo swallows hard. "No," he says, voice resolute. "Not him."

"Good. Then we are agreed."

"No!" shouts Splinter, and he sounds so terrified that it shakes Leo. His dad has never sounded like that. "Draxum, please! He is just a child!"

"Again with this objection when it never seemed to matter before," says Draxum, like he's bored. He begins pulling Leo toward the armor.

"Please! Don't do this!" Splinter slams into the bars again, but they don't budge. "Take me instead! Just do not do this to him!"

"Shut up, you doddering old rat," snaps Draxum, and vines wrap around Splinter, silencing him. "I still have my uses for you, too. Don't worry - I can always make you a replacement son."

"No replacing perfection," says Leo, feeling lightheaded and nonsensical, and a vine around his mouth silences him, too.

He's pulled on the dais. Draxum slides each piece of the armor onto his body, one by one. It's too big for him, and he feels like he's being swallowed by some gaping maw, sliding down into the stomach of a fearsome beast.

This is where the rescue is supposed to happen. His brothers are supposed to burst in, having made a daring escape. His dad is supposed to display some heretofore unseen power and kick Draxum's butt. Divine intervention from his ancestors is supposed to shield him, and he should be free to go home, where he can laugh with his family about the whole crazy incident and how he's apparently good for nothing but a blood sacrifice to a demonic spirit.

The rescue doesn't happen. Instead, he watches, eyes wide and full of fear, breathing too fast against his gag, as Draxum smiles gleefully and puts the helmet on.

The pain is indescribable. The vines finally fall away from his mouth, and it doesn't matter because all he can do is scream.

Draxum was right; there's something hungry in the armor. It's eating him alive now, not his flesh but his spirit, ripping the energy right out of his veins, peeling him apart at the seams. It feeds on him, on every part of his flagging mind - even his fear is delicious to it. And when he feels like he has no more he can give, when he's certain that this is the end, when the darkness starts to roll over his consciousness, pulling him down, he hears a voice - one full of hatred and rage and a dark satisfaction.

Thank you, Hamato.

#dandy fanfiction #rottmnt #dandy trick or treat #rise leo #baron draxum #I feel like this is a great backstory for leo being like #their guy in the chair #he's not dead btw like draxum this process didn't kill him but it did suck #get it #cause like #sucking out his mystic energy? #yeah you get it

[hunieday]

Isumi Haruka Rabbitube Mini - Rabbit Chat

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Isumi Haruka: Thanks for your hard work. do you have free time rn? (1)

Isumi Haruka: Right now*?

Momo: I do have time rn

Momo: Right now*! ;P

Izumi Mitsuki: Same, I’m free rn

Izumi Mitsuki: Right now*! 😆

Isumi Haruka: Sorry, I accidentally sent the predicted text...

Momo: Don't worry about it at all! I thought maybe Harukacchi felt comfortable with us, so I was actually happy 🥺

Izumi Mitsuki: Me too! I felt like I was talking to Tamaki, feel free to be casual! 😆👍

Isumi Haruka: As if I were talking to Yotsuba!? lol

Isumi Haruka: No, that would be dangerous,  we always talk about who's gonna treat the other 💦

Momo: Sounds fun~~~~~~ I wanna go back to high school and play rock-paper-scissors to decide who buys juice at the store ‼‼😭.

Izumi Mitsuki: I know right! Then go buy sweet red-bean soup and play tricks on each other! 🤩

Isumi Haruka: Sounds like you guys were really enjoying your time

Isumi Haruka: Um, onto the main question! Please let me conduct a survey on what would be good for next week's Rabbimini after-party!

Isumi Haruka:

1. visiting a ramen shop 

2. Panda-man taste testing

3- Divination

4- All-you-can-eat dim sum brunch

Izumi Mitsuki: Ooh~~!!

Izumi Mitsuki: You really thought this through! Thanks 😭 well, we still haven’t decided on anything yet!

Momo: Let's go to aaaall of them!! your big brother here will treat you guys to everything 😭‼

Isumi Haruka: Nah if we go to all of them our stomachs will be too bloated lol

Isumi Haruka: I wanted to do something for you two since you guys took me out for yakiniku after the shoot

Momo:Isn’t he so admirable? ol’ friend Mitsuki-san…

Izumi Mitsuki: What a lovable boy, ol’ friend Momo-san… (2)

Isumi Haruka: You're becoming grandpas lol

Momo:

Izumi Mitsuki: 

Izumi Mitsuki: Alright then, do you have any recommendations among these choices?

Isumi Haruka: Erm...

Isumi Haruka: Panda-man. They look cute and I think it’d be fun

Isumi Haruka: I know it’s somewhat childish but...

Momo: It’s fine, I wanna chomp chomp it!! It's cute like Momo-chan, right!? 😍💕

Izumi Mitsuki: I might have seen it featured on TV! 😆 They have different panda faces on them right?

Isumi Haruka: 😉🥺😤

Isumi Haruka: ↑ Yeah! Like these

Isumi Haruka: People take pics of themselves making the same face as Panda man as a trend

Momo: Oh no we totally have to do a photoshoot too 🫰

Izumi Mitsuki: Now you sound like a gyaru lol

Momo: But it's been a while, so teach us how to take photos 🥺 waaggghhh

Isumi Haruka: I'll definitely teach you everything 🫰

Izumi Mitsuki: By the way, there's a photo of the three of you in our fridge! The one you, Iori and Tamaki took together 😆.

Isumi Haruka: Huh!? The fridge!?

Isumi Haruka: At the IDOLiSH7 dorm!?

Izumi Mitsuki: That's right! lolol you took it to commemorate getting a large king pudding stuffed plushie right?

Momo: Wait a minute!! You’re telling me you can see that incredibly cute picture if you go to the IDOLiSH7 dorm ⁉

Izumi Mitsuki: You sure can 👍

Momo: We'll bring a hot pot set and come visit you.

Izumi Mitsuki: We'll be waiting 👍

Isumi Haruka: Please stop, it's embarrassing lololol

Isumi Haruka: But I wonder if Izumi got mad when you stuck it there?

Isumi Haruka: Ah, I mean the little brother! Iori-kun

Izumi Mitsuki: It's confusing since we're both Izumi! 😂 

Izumi Mitsuki: He was a bit nervous about it, but Tamaki told us that you three worked really hard together to get that stuffed plushie, so he was really happy and wanted to stick it everywhere!

Izumi Mitsuki: He couldn't help but forgive him when he heard that ✨

Momo: That's so precious... I'll bring beer in bulk on top of that hot pot set.

Izumi Mitsuki: Thank you!? lololol

Isumi Haruka:

Isumi Haruka: 

Momo: Haruka sounds embarrassed! so cute (*σ･ω･｡)σ

Izumi Mitsuki: This is youth :pudding cheer:

Isumi Haruka: I'm not embarrassed!!!

Momo: What other poses do you usually strike? (*σ･ω･｡)σ

Isumi Haruka: Well, since Izumi doesn't pose so much, Yotsuba and I go extra to make it more exciting, or something...?

Izumi Mitsuki: more exciting lolol thank you!!

Iori smiles when he looks at the picture in the fridge, so I’m truly happy!

Isumi Haruka: Is that so

Isumi Haruka: Yotsuba said he's gonna be fine, but there were times when I wondered if I was pushing him too hard. I'm glad!

Momo: Mitsuki,,,,, I think I'm going to cry,,,,,,

Izumi Mitsuki: Me too,,,,, the big bro in me is so happy,,,,,

Isumi Haruka: p-please don't cry!!

Momo: 

Isumi Haruka: I wanna take a picture with a pose that only three people can pull off! What do you think 😳

Izumi Mitsuki: Sounds good! I think we should pose like we did in Rabbimini, right?

Isumi Haruka: Maybe we could clasp our hands together in front of our chests and strike a kung fu pose? Like what we did at the start of Rabbimini! 🙏

Izumi Mitsuki: That's a good idea! I practiced a lot while watching videos! 😆

Momo: You could doodle something cute like ramen, that’d be adorable!! 😆💕

Isumi Haruka: I'll draw a panda too 🐼

Momo: That's the best!! What will you draw, Mitsuki!?

Izumi Mitsuki: Uh, something related to Rabbimini !? let me think

Izumi Mitsuki: A colander,,,?

Momo: a colander lololololololololol

Isumi Haruka: lolololololol

Izumi Mitsuki: I'll practice drawing it lololol

Momo: looking forward to seeing the result of your practice lolol

Momo: Momo-chan and Mitsuki are gonna drive and pick you up from school on the day of the shoot! ✨

Izumi Mitsuki: I’ll rabbitchat you when we get there! 😆

Isumi Haruka: You were serious about that?!?!

Isumi Haruka: I'm happy, but I think Izumi and Yotsuba will get jealous lol 🫣 🫣

Momo: I was serious about it, Harukacchi…!!

Izumi Mitsuki: They’ll definitely be jealous, so I’m gonna spoil them by making their favorite things before and after the outing 🥹 I'm sure both of them will understand that it’s to celebrate your hard work at the shooting!

Isumi Harukai: Um, just to be clear, please be careful not to stand out! Yotsuba told me that when Momo-san came the other day, the whole school was talking about it!

Momo: no way...!! I'm gonna park a little further away from the school so I won’t bother anyone.

Izumi Mitsuki: Let's put on a disguise so that we don't stand out!

Momo: 

Izumi Mitsuki: 

Isumi Haruka: I'm getting really excited for some reason..!

Momo: I'm glad! After the shoot, let's go to the arcade together when we’re less busy >u< I like that one game! The one where you kill zombies!

Isumi Haruka: Isn’t it great?

Isumi Haruka: I compete with Yotsuba in the high score board, so I'm good at it!

Momo: Huh that’s cool!! Haruka can really do anything >u<

Isumi Haruka: Hehehe

Mitsuki-san, is there something you’d like to do if we go together?

Izumi Mitsuki: Ah! Then, the crane game! I know a guy who’s gonna be over the moon if he gets a Kokona-chan or something 😆 you'll have to teach me all the tricks!

Isumi Haruka: Yes!! I'll take care of it 🙌

Momo: Then Mitsuki, give me tips on how to draw a colander ;P✨

Izumi Mitsuki: I don’t think there are any tricks to that lololol i’ll think about it lolol

Isumi Haruka: lolololol

In the original text, Haruka sends a casual text to the group chat, then corrects his tone by adding “ですか” (desu ka) in a separate message. Momo and mitsuki tease him about it by sending casual messages then following it up with “ですか”. This kind of polite speech doesn’t exist in English, so this was the closest way to convey the OG conversation’s tone

This is another joke that can’t be properly conveyed in English without further context, Momo and Mitsuki start adding “や” (ya) at the end of their messages which is a form of speech under a style called “yakuwarigo”, used in manga/anime (amongst other forms of media) to indicate age. The “ya” in this case is added to elderly characters’ speech, hence why I chose to add the “ol’ man” so that Haruka’s comment makes sense.

#idolish7 #i7 #idolish7 translation #isumi haruka #sunohara momose #momo re:vale #izumi mitsuki #rabbitube mini #rabbitchat

[jspenft]

Gojo drabble ☆ FATHER'S DAY EDITION

Fluff fluff fluff, suggestive if you squint (at the veeery end), maybe a bit cheesy, since it's Father's Day here in France here's a little something (we're the next day when I post this but anyway). It's just what comes up in my mind and one of the few times I'm really writing so be indulgent pls, english isn't my first language, 1,2k.

Satoru wakes up in a very good mood. Today is HIS day! (well every day is his day but here more than usual okay?)

He woke up so early but didn't get up. He'd rather wait for the kids to wake him up, like they did with you on your day.

Yeah back then, he prepared countless surprises for your Mother's Day with your children of 4 and 2 yo, respectively a girl and a boy.

So it's normal that he can't wait to see what you've all prepared for him today.

But your children never came to your room. *No breakfast in bed then? Well whatever, doesn't matter*

He won't stop repeating your kids things like:

"What a beautiful day to be a dad!"

"The weather is nice today, don't you think kikufuku"😀

"Honey what day is it?~" :))

"Huh? It's Sunday Papa", answered your daughter

And then, at noon, the kids still didn't say to him: "Happy Father's Day".

So honestly, he thinks they forgot, you all forgot.

How to say he went from his best day of the year, to his worst in less than a few hours.

Of course you notice that he sulks, and you're like,

"Can you help me with this step of the recipe please?", you ask him

"No. Don't want to"

"What's the matter Toru you usually love cooking with me?"

"I said don't want to", and he's pouting again

In the evening he expects only one thing: for it to be midnight to complain that you all forgot his Father's Day.

Around 6.p.m, he already wanna go to bed.

"'Night i'm going to sleep"

"NO!", the three of you scream in unison with shocked eyes as you watch him slowly walk towards the bedroom

"Huh?" he looks at you puzzled

"Um, I mean.. you can't go to bed just yet. We have- we have to go to the store to buy something to eat for tonight", you giggle nervously, scratching your neck

"Well you can go alone, I'll watch the ki-"

"No Papa! Let's all go together! Cmon, wear your coat!", your daughter cuts him off

"Yeah wear you goat Papa", your son, trying to imitate his big sister

He's bregudingly follows you. Anyway he has no choice, his children are busy trying to grab his coat and push him out of the house.

He continues to pout on the way, hands in his pockets.

"But the store isn't usually this way, why're we goin' to Jujutsu tech"

"Don't worry Toru it's a short way off", you say as you all enter the forest belonging to the Jujutsu tech

*Damn he's gonna suspect something, shit, we gotta hurry before he wants to go home* you think

A few minutes later, the children and you trotted to enter the park before him. You whisper things to each other before you all look up at him and shout:

"HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!"

His ears tilt when he hears what he wanted since this morning, and his eyes widen as he walks into the park.

Fairy lights and balloons surround a magnificent picnic table. His favorite dish, strawberry cake, pastries, and lots of decorations that your children prepared themselves.

*beautiful* He stopped walking a while ago and can't stop admiring everything.

"That's..."

He can't finish his sentence that he puts a hand in front of his eyes and... he's crying..?

"Papa ?"

"Papa why you crying? You don't like it?"

You're children think they didn't do well.

"No, no that's not it. It's just, thank you. No.. sorry. Sorry I thought you forgot", he confess

They giggle, "We prepared everything with mommy. We refrained from saying happy Father's Day to you before tonight! We did a good job didn't we?", your daughter smiles happily while holding her father's pants

Your son follow his sister saying,

"You like the surprise Papa?"

Satoru squats to hug them "Yes, I really appreciate that, thank you my loves"

He kisses them on their cheeks and stand up before telling them "Come on, go play with the balloons before you sit down to eat"

"Yayyy", they exclaim with joy as they start running around the table

He watches them play with a smile before hearing someone started talking.

"Soo...", you're approaching him "You really think we forgot?", you quipped

He rolls his eyes "Not at all"

"Toru you're pouting again", you looking at him with amusment

He raises his head and confesses "Okay maybe a little"

"You finally raise your head huh, your head were down the whole way.. such a drama queen", you tease him "but don't worry..", you say cupping his cheeks "I'd think the same if I were you. But that was a surprise.. I'm sorry", you avow before pulling him into a kiss

"You still love it?"

"Of course", he smile brightly "Anyway how did you prepare all this?"

"Megumi helped", you smile "He helped me get you away from home while we were preparing all the food and all. He was the one who set the table and lit the light garlands before we arrived"

He remembers something before answering "So, that's why I saw you on your phone all day"

"Yeah I had to check if the preparations were going well"

"You sneaky girl"

You laugh together when your little monsters kids call you.

"Mama! Papa! Come eat!"

Satoru couldn't help laughing when he saw them already starting touching the food.

"Hey don't you dare eat without me you rascals", he races to catch them, then they giggle so hard when he starts tickling them.

"What a beautiful sight", you smile at the view

After the cake, your little ones gives him his gifts.

He loves any gift his children give him, really, any.

Pasta necklace? He wears it with pride

Drawing? He'll post it on the fridge, in the entrance wall, in his wallet, whatever as long as everyone can admire his precious children's masterpieces.

Cakes made with love with the help of their mother? He... honestly he would hesitate to eat them all at once or savor them.

The rest of the evening is spent in laughter and cheerfulness.

You come home late that day.

Your kids were gone at uncle Nanamin's house for that pajama party which was planned a long ago.

You in the bathroom, Satoru in your shared bed as he shout,

"Sweetheart come to bed alreadyyy", he wines

"Did you really think your day was over?"

"Hmm?", he thinks hearing wrong

When you come out of the bathroom adjoining your room, Satoru can't take his eyes off you.

You were absolutely stunning in that new underwear set, as you continue with a cocky smile,

"Happy Father's Day Daddy"

*God this is going to be a long night*

The rest is up to the future lmao

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The next day, Satoru complains to Megumi, "Why didn't you wish your handsome dad an happy father's day you unworthy sonnn", he cry out shaking him, pretending to cry

"You're not my dad i don't owe you a present or something" he exclaim

"Yet you helped Y/n yesterday, that counts as a gift, thanks Gumiii"

He's caught off guard

"Oww you're blushing! My little boy is blushinggg~"

Legend has it that Satoru left with a bump on his head after this interaction.

© jspenft 2023 : do not plagiarize, steal, contort, copy, or translate my content to other platforms.

#I just know he'd be hurt to think you forgot his day #Such a child #jjk #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x you #jjk x reader #gojo imagine #jjk fluff #gojo drabble #gojo headcanon #jjk headcanon #dad!gojo #father's day

[lizz-crimson]

Oh My God They Were Roommates (Shinnok's Head x Reader Part 2)

Oh yeah, we back.

Summary: An oni interrupts (Y/n) and Shinnok's coffee break and-oh god oh fuck no--!

Tags/Warnings: Talk of dead animals, blood, silliness, not as much as last time, but it's there, combat, cheap Chinese food, the burn is starting to smoke a little, gender neutral reader (let me know if there's any mistakes!)

Words: 2733

Part 1 Part 3

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"No," you said flatly.

"What do you mean, 'no?'" Shinnok asked in reply.

You and he stood at the entrance to a large cemetery filled to the brim with hundreds, if not thousands, of graves. Shinnok was snug inside a leather mailbag on your shoulder, peeking out of it to see

"No, I'm not raising the dead here!" you whisper-yelled at him, shaking the bag a bit.

"And why not?" he replied in the same tone.

You snap your pointer finger to the plaque on a stone pillar next to you—an American flag flapping in the wind at the top. "This is a veteran cemetery! I'm not unleashing undead World War soldiers in the middle of New York!"

"You have the choice to raise a whole army of trained soldiers to do your bidding, and you say, 'no?'"

"Yes!"

A few pedestrians and passersby mumbled and whispered to each other, looking at you with confusion and slight annoyance. You flinched under their gazes, putting a finger to your ear as if talking on a Bluetooth and jogging away from the cemetery.

Shinnok's lessons weren't exactly 'hell' as he'd described. In fact, you took to them well even with no prior usage of magic. There were plenty of dead rats in the alleyways to practice bone magic with, and you only threw up three times! Shinnok still found it amusing, but you shook it off.

Even though bone magic had been fine, raising the dead wasn't going as well. Your morals simply wouldn't allow you to disrespect the dead like that. Shinnok had suggested raising the dead roaches in your apartment, but it had already cost you an arm and a leg to get rid of those bastards, so that was a hard no as well.

You retreated to a currently controversial coffee shop a few streets away, ordering yourself an overpriced coffee and cake pop before taking a seat at a secluded table by a window. A stress purchase, you tried to convince yourself. At least the bullet hole in the window was interesting to look at while you sipped your drink.

"How much was that beverage?" Shinnok asked with a smirk on his face. He was trying to get a rise out of you.

"Quiet, head. We're in public."

Still, even if you hadn't successfully raised the dead yet, you had been doing well. Even Shinnok had to admit that. To himself, of course. He didn't know why, but ever since Raiden and Cassie showed up a few weeks ago, he'd found you much less annoying. He thought a lot about how you gave him the chance to speak his mind when he was being accused. He was grateful for that. Again, he kept these thoughts to himself. No need to let his human captor grow an ego.

"Since soul magic isn't going well, we'll return to bone magic. What is your preferred weapon, mortal?"

You were going to just ignore Shinnok out of frustration, but when your teeth scraped against your stale cake pop, you huffed.

"Staff."

"Really?" Shinnok raised his brow, intrigued. He'd not taken you for a staff user. "I have not seen a staff in your apartment."

"I keep it at Raiden's temple," you replied. It wasn't your choice to keep your weaponry somewhere else. The fact was, if other residents in your apartment complex saw you with a weapon, you'd definitely get into trouble.

"Then I'll instruct you in summoning a bone staff upon our next lesson."

"M'kay." You rest your chin in your palm, your eyes droopy. It was only evening, yet you were more than ready for a nap.

"Perhaps it's time we go home for the day," Shinnok said.

"Let's," you sigh, going to stand. You don't notice the window beginning to glow red next to you.

"(Y/n), watch yourself!"

"Huh?"

You look back just in time to see a demonic arm reach out of the window. You throw yourself to the floor, the mailbag containing Shinnok falling beside you and letting him roll free. You grab him, holding him close as you scoot backwards. Customers in the shop scream and make a break for the exit as quickly as possible.

"It's an oni; prepare yourself!" Shinnok calls.

The oni clawed its way out of the portal. Its screeching shattered glass, and vibrated the floor. It crushed any tables in its way as it stumbled to its feet. The thing was five times your size, and you didn't have a single weapon on you.

"Shinnok, I'm gonna need that bone staff!"

"Get away from the damned thing first!"

You scrambled to your feet, grabbing a hot coffee left by a customer and tossing it in the oni's eyes. A pained screeching filled the room, and you took the chance to dive behind the counter to hide.

"Now, what do I do?"

"Clasp your hands together, then drag them apart to let the magic form a staff. Quickly now!"

You inhale, clasping your hands together per Shinnok's instruction. The magic in your veins strained. Your forearms ached. You were panicking too much. The thudding of the oni's searching footsteps shook you out of your concentration, and you gasped out. Your hand shot over your mouth as you felt the footsteps halt. You could just tell the oni was looking at the counter now.

You looked down at Shinnok, who quickly mouthed 'again' to you. You nodded, removing your hand from your mouth, taking another breath, and closing your eyes before repeating the process.

The rattling feeling of bone magic cooled your veins, and as you pulled apart your hands, a long, sturdy, copper-stained bone formed at your command.

"There, now roll!"

You rolled forward, dodging the oni's giant foot as it came down on the counter, crushing it. You're quick to retaliate by driving the end of your new staff into the oni's face. It shrieked, backing up while batting at its face in pain.

Taking the chance for another strike, you drive one end of your staff to the floor and swing yourself around it, ramming your feet into the oni's chest. The kick sends the beast backwards and all the way outside into the streets.

"Don't go without me, mortal!" Shinnok called

"Fighting for my life here, head!" Still, you went over and grabbed Shinnok, awkwardly holding onto him as you ran out into the streets yourself. You needed to deal with that oni. Special Forces would take too long to arrive. Luckily, all the citizens in the area had made themselves scarce.

The oni got up on its feet again and roared at you. Even as far away as you were from it, you could still feel its hot breath. And smell it. You audibly gag.

"No time for vomiting; kill it!" Shinnok demanded.

You hooked Shinnok to your hip, then rushed up to the oni, sliding under its legs as it tried to grab for you. You drove the staff into the back of its head, and it tumbled forward. A more strategic part of your brain took over, and you drove your staff into the ground next to you, letting go of it and taking a moment to create another one. Once you do, you again rush the oni and latch onto its massive body.

You set on the oni's shoulders, wrapping your new staff around its neck and pulling backwards.

"Shinnok, be my guide! Tell me when to bring him down!"

"What?" Shinnok asked, not catching onto your plan.

"The staff in the ground, dumbass!"

Shinnok looks down at the staff you've driven into the street, the oni's shadow covering the area next to it. His brow rose. "Ah, a bit to the left, then!"

Your arms strained as you pulled on the staff, guiding the oni along with you. The oni's shadow travels over and past the staff.

"Too far! To the right!"

You curse, pulling the oni to the right. It's shadow was just about there when its arms tried to reach for you, making you tug away. The oni hasn't caught on that it could pull you down by your staff. Yet.

"Too far, (Y/n)!"

"I'm going to beat your ass, head!" you yelled. You kept tugging and pulling, trying to get the oni where you needed it.

Shinnok watched the oni's shadow cast over your staff, and he called back to you. "Now!"

The oni's hand grasped your leg just as you yanked it backwards. It flung you off of it, but tripped backwards. You land roughly on the asphalt road and watch as your bone staff pierces the back of the oni's neck clean through, breaking out on the front. Blood splattered, and the beast gurgled and flailed sporadically, and it choked to death.

"Fucking.. fuck," you groaned, standing. "Shinnok, why do you need such big demons in the Neatherrealm?"

"To tire out Earthrealm's warriors, of course."

"I'm actually going to kick your ass."

"Unfortunately, Raiden took it."

You laughed bitterly. Your chest burned; that oni was way bigger than ones you'd seen before. Rasping, you approached the dead demon and looked it over.

"Bitch," you said to it as if it could hear you or give a damn.

"Oh, I'm sure it's quaking in the afterlife," Shinnok said, rolling his eyes.

"I'm going to mount you on a stick."

"No, (Y/n). You're going to go home, order cheap Chinese food, then sleep."

You unhooked Shinnok from your hip, letting him fall to the ground.

"Ow!"

"Whoops, my hand slipped."

"Arg, you wretched-!"

The now-dead oni's body began to glow green. A bright shade of green you knew well. The whistling sound of souls echoed in your ears, and before you could blink, a small shockwave sent you skidding backwards. You tried to reach out for Shinnok, panic welling your chest. The oni's body disintegrated into a large cloud of souls that spun up and into the air in a sharp cyclone before spiraling downward directly onto Shinnok.

Your body refused to move. Was this planned? No, it couldn't have been. Right?

You really wished Special Forces would show up..

Every single soul was sucked into Shinnok's being. You watched in horror as the green glow faded away, and there, standing, was Shinnok.

He flexed his fingers, sparks of magic dancing around them. A vile smirk crossed his face, and a chuckle emanated from his throat.

He then looked at you.

Fuck.

Fuck indeed, as Shinnok raised his hand and clenched his fingers into a fist. A boney hand broke from the asphalt and grabbed you before you could do anything. You struggled in its vice-like grip, and you were pretty sure Shinnok made it do that out of spite for you.

He approached, his hands going to rest behind his back. His footsteps seemed to echo in your ears, dwarfing the sound of your own pounding heart.

"Whoops," he said, stepping up close enough for you to feel the heat of his new body. "My hand slipped."

"No, put your fingers this way, see?" You move Shinnok's fingers around his chopsticks, helping him hold them correctly. He grumbled, frustrated at how hard holding a simple eating utensil could be. "Better?" you ask.

Shinnok successfully grabbed some noodles out of his takeout box and lifted them into his mouth. "Better."

"Cool." You sat down at your side of the table to eat your own food.

Yeah, this was awkward. You checked your phone for the hundredth time, seeing if Cassie replied to your frantic message full of misspellings and explanation points. Your fingers fumbled your own chopsticks as you ate. You'd had an ancient evil in your home for around two months, but he couldn't actually do anything until now. Now he was powerful again. Able to crush you and harvest your own soul whenever he wished.

And yet, he hadn't. He was eating cheap ass Chinese food with you and seemingly enjoying it as he scarfed down his box of lo mein.

You stared a little too long, and Shinnok's eyes glanced up at you. You were quick to take a bite of your egg roll and look elsewhere.

Shinnok groaned. "I'm not going to kill you, mortal."

"Why?" you asked. Why you would ask that question was for the gods to know and you to find out, because why would you even ask that?

Shinnok didn't even answer your question; he just kept on eating. "Can you pass me one of those egg rolls?" he asked.

"Oh, uh, sure." You scoot the Styrofoam tray of egg rolls closer to his side of the table, where he takes a couple. He sure could eat.

"Appreciated."

"Yeah, no problem."

You prayed Cassie would just show up soon.

The gods, all except Shinnok, took some pity, and soon a frantic round of knocking was heard. You're quick to get out of your chair and open it, relief rushing through you as Cassie and Raiden are again waiting outside. You usher them inside.

Raiden takes a look at the scene. Shinnok sitting casually at your kitchen table, eating cheap Chinese food instead of going on a killing spree or going back to the Neatherrealm.

"Just what is your game here, Shinnok?" Raiden growled his question.

"Yeah, why aren't you like - destroying shit?" Cassie asked. "And why are you sitting back down?" she added upon seeing you slide back into your seat across from Shinnok.

"Listen, I am stressed," you retorted, shoving an eggroll into your mouth.

Shinnok chuckled, finding all of this amusing, no doubt. "Don't get riled up, Raiden. Those souls weren't enough to fill me; I need sustenance too."

"Just start talking, asshole," Cassie groaned.

Shinnok growled, rolling his eyes. He sat back in his chair. "I don't know what's so confusing. I'm just enjoying a meal with our lovely (Y/n)."

"Shinnok, I know better than to let you walk freely in Earthrealm, nor to let you return to the Neatherrealm," Raiden said. "If you think I will trust you for even a moment-"

"Shut up, would you?" Shinnok growled. "I'm not returning to the Neatherrealm. I can't."

You tilted your head. "You… can't?"

"Correct. I felt it when the souls returned to me. I am no longer master of the Neatherrealm; someone else has claimed its throne."

"Who?" Raiden demanded an answer.

Shinnok remained quiet, going for another bite of his food.

"Who, Shinnok?" you finally raised your voice.

"Quan Chi."

"…Fuck!" Cassie spat.

"If Quan Chi is ruling the Neatherrealm, then he is the one responsible for these demons appearing in Earthrealm," Raiden said.

"Yes, he was likely sending them to search for me. Hence, when (Y/n) here killed that oni, Quan Chi sensed it and, in addition, myself. So he sent the souls to me through the oni's body."

"So you have your body and power back, and you're not going back to the Neatherrealm?" Cassie asked.

"Yes, if I went back, Quan Chi would likely force me to his will. He did not restore my power completely," Shinnok explained in full seriousness. "I will not bow to that sorcerer."

"Then what are your intentions, Shinnok?" Raiden asked.

Shinnok smirked. "Well, to stay with (Y/n), of course. They are my captor, it's only fair."

"You.. huh?" you weren't sure how to respond.

"And I would like to continue your magic lessons if you so wish," Shinnok added.

It was quiet for a bit. Everyone thinking, and Shinnok continuously smirking. And stealing more eggrolls. Eventually, Raiden spoke up again.

"Fine, then, Shinnok. You may stay with (Y/n)."

"What?!" you yell. You look back at Shinnok, who had the most shit-eating smirk on his face.

"Raiden, are you sure?" Cassie asked.

"It is best. (Y/n) has kept Shinnok in line thus far. He will remain with them until further notice."

Cassie sighed, giving you an apologetic look. "Well," she said, stealing a fortune cooking off the table and cracking it, "it looks like you're still Shinnok's warden."

You couldn't believe this. You look at Shinnok, now realizing you'd have to live with the full-bodied version of him. Now you knew how he felt when he was first forced to live with you two months ago.

Cassie looks at the fortune from the cookie.

"Hey, look on the bright side. You're gonna find love within the next year!"

"Shut the fuck up, Cassie."

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Behold, a sequel! I was surprised at how many people liked the first one, so here we are! Its not as silly as last time, but I have goofiness planned for next time!

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat 11 #mk #mk fanfic #shinnok #mortal kombat x reader #shinnok x reader #raiden #cassie cage

[basilone]

'Heat' and 'threshold' for Buck? Juno xx

Yes hello! 👀 Always game to write more Buck. And, well, I really wanted to take a moment to write him with Lottie, with whom he's got a bit of a complex something going on. I've set this after the events in full of grace, but it can be read as a standalone for sure. Half of this was written as a voice exercise for their relationship ages ago, and finally repurposed here in what feels like its proper place. 😊I don't think this piece needs a warning that isn't covered by the blanket "Lottie's a bi disaster"-tag, so... we're good to go!

heat / threshold

“I ain’t apologizin’ any.”

The shadow cast over her seems to shift slightly at the snap-and-bite she’s laced her words with. Lottie doesn’t bother looking up. Keeps her arms locked around her knees. Presses her face against her legs when the shadow doesn’t go away. Something curdles in her belly – low, aching, sharp like the bile in the back of her throat – that makes her feel all wrong. Makes her want to jump out of her skin in a way that leaves her head spinning and her choices less than fine.

“Jesus, Ace.”

She hates his long pause that makes her nickname a punctuation mark in his mouth. He sounds flat. Tired. She hates that she’s not Lot to him now. He calls her that every other time – even when he’s Major and she’s Captain and they’ve got a job to be doing – but never when he’s mad at her. The fact that she’s Ace to him now stings worse than the scrape on her knuckle that hasn’t stopped bleeding yet.

“You’ve got to stop fighting,” he says, then, and that’s a tune she’s heard from him before. “Hey? You have to.” His boots meet her toes. His flight jacket lands on the sand beside her. His sigh fills the air as much as his lingering aftershave does. “You listenin’ to me?”

“Yeah.” She allows a beat to pass. “Sorta.”

“I mean it.”

“I heard ya just fine, Major. Sir. Gilly Gale Cleven of the three-five-oh.”

He scrapes his throat. “Jesus, you’re really gunning for it now.” He still doesn’t go away. If anything, he moves that much closer. Folds himself into her space as he sinks down onto his jacket. He nudges her shoulder as they come to sit arm-to-arm, foot-to-foot, jacket-to-jacket. “What happened out there, Ace? Tiny said something about you and some of Blakely’s crowd?”

“Something like that.” Lottie shrugs. Keeps her gaze fixed on the small dent in the lone water canister Benny hasn’t picked up yet. “They ain’t learned to keep their mouths shut yet. Carter especially. Shutting them for ’em seemed… prudent.” She affects her mother’s tone on the last word. All debutante-socialite judgment rendered with the precision of a bullet. Is rewarded for it when he snorts out something that, in a better universe than this one, could very well be a laugh. “You give them a talking-to, too? Little lecture? Or am I the lone lucky one to face Major Cleven’s disapproval, sir?”

“Put a lid on the sirs, Ace.”

“Stop callin’ me Ace and I’ll think about it, sir.”

“Lot,” he rasps out, then, and goddamn she doesn’t like how her eyes sting when he nudges her again, “you really need to stop fighting us.” You need to stop fighting me is what she hears, exhaustion lacing his voice, not even an admonishment in place for the tone she’s taken with him. “All right?”

“I hear ya, Gilly. Y’all just get under my damn skin sometimes.” She tries to not make it sound too much like she’s sulking. Ain’t sure she’s succeeding when he chuckles and stretches his legs out beside her. “I don’t know. I don’t got anywhere else to put that feelin’, ya know?”

“Sky ain’t enough, huh.”

“The sky shoots back these days,” she says conversationally. “Gotta leave the pain on the ground. Take anything up with ya, it’s gonna make ya crash.”

“Ain’t that a truth.”

“I ain’t Val, I ain’t good at lyin’ to ya. Unless Bucky asks me to, of course.”

“Of course.”

Lottie exhales a noisy breath. “I’m sorry.”

“I know.” Gale’s face is serene when she glances at him. His hand finds her bruised knuckles. “Do better, Lot. I know you can.”

“You really believe that horseshit, huh.”

His hand squeezes hers none too gently before he releases her. “Manage a week. I’ll take you flying after. How’s that sound?”

“Like a damn impossibility.” Her voice cracks. She blinks furiously as her lower lip starts to wobble. “I… I don’t think…”

“Gotta start somewhere. This heat’s got all tempers at a high. Perrault has yet to take a breath without insulting John in the process.”

Lottie sniffs. Wipes at her cheeks. “Bucky deserves it.”

“I’m sure he does.” His smile is wry. His cheeks are flushed with heat. The start of a sunburn is already sprawling over his bare chest, beneath the glint of his dog tags. “You wanna talk about it now or later, Squeaky?”

“Not at all?” she hedges. Ignores the way his eyes narrow at that to the best of her ability. “I’m sick of talkin’, Gilly. Sick of people askin’ me shit.” She bites her lip. Wishes she could draw blood with the action. “You might as well be the only one who’s nice to me lately. Even if ya call me Squeaky.”

“Benny was plenty nice to you after we landed.”

And she can’t fault him for it. Can’t even hate him for it. “Yeah. He was.” She swallows thickly. Her head feels like it’s about to start swimming. “Darlene likes him a lot, ya know? Can’t be mean to him when she’s all soft about the guy.” Can’t be mean to him even when he makes Darlene smile in a way she hasn’t smiled at Lottie in a long time now. “I ain’t got a problem with Benny, all right?”

“All right,” agrees Gale, even when his tone suggests it’s anything but. He scrapes his throat. Pointedly doesn’t look at her. “Next time you want to fight a guy, Lot… You try me first.”

Lottie blinks. Stares. He is looking at the same water canister she was, earlier. “You? Gilly,” she laughs, breathless all of a sudden, “I ain’t gonna fight you.” I like you too much for that. “You’re my superior officer and all that shit, remember? You tryin’a get me into trouble here?”

He grunts a little. “Trying to keep you out of it, actually.”

“That don’t make sense.”

“What, me wanting to keep you out of trouble?” He laughs. Glances at her, all crinkled eyes and far too much warmth in his gaze, and her belly swoops the same way it did when she first stood on the threshold of a cockpit. “If you fight me,” he continues, speaking straight through the static that fizzes to life inside her, “I can chalk it up to training. Say it’s friendly. If you fight anybody else, they’ll demote you eventually. Send you home, if you keep going.”

“So, what, you’ll be my punching bag?”

“This bag will still punch back, Squeaky,” he snorts, nudging her. “And hard, too. You’re not the only one with a mean right hook in this squadron.”

“You’d punch a lady like me, Gilly?” She flutters her eyelashes at him. Nudges his shoulder none too gently. Anything to shake that feeling inside her that feels treacherously like butterflies. “No warnings, no takebacks, no apologies? Give it to me good and hard?”

His cheeks flush a deeper crimson than before. “Jesus, Lot…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, you’ve already hit your max on dirty chatter for the day,” she laughs, lifting her sunglasses out of her hair and donning them again. “Can’t fault a girl for jumping on it though. Think of it as me perfectin’ your poker face in case you run into them Nazis. They ain’t gonna crack you during interrogation.”

“Pretty sure them Nazis won’t crack a hundred crude jokes like you do.”

“Pretty sure that makes them more boring than me.”

His answering laugh is soft. Doesn’t carry beyond where they’re seated. “Pretty sure you’re the least boring person in my world, Lot.”

Her cheeks feel warmer than the rest of her does, even though she’s been sunning herself in this mid-day heat for at least an hour now. “Bucky’s gonna cry if you tell him that,” she says, leaning her head on his shoulder long enough for him to tense and then relax under her touch. “But ya sure know how to make a girl feel special, sir. Marge is damn lucky to have ya.”

His shoulder tenses just a fraction beneath her cheek. Just enough.

It’s easier when she draws this line for both of them, or so she’ll tell herself half a million times more.

#masters of the air #gale cleven #oc: lottie #mota oc #basilonefic

[ugh-yoongi]

if you could style each of bangtan what kind of style would you put them in and which fashion house do you think fit them

oh, what a fun question!

note: please take this with a grain of salt, bc i don't really know shit about fashion, really. so this is just a bit of fun, and definitely something i'd love to hear others' opinions on!

namjoon — i love namjoon in more traditionally-feminine clothes. the juxtaposition of his size (tall, thick thighs, etc.) with the skirts/flowy pants and tops just... really works for me.

so, for namjoon: moschino. for better or worse, they're always doing something different, and i think they could actually do something really inspired and cool with namjoon's vibe. even though i get the vision, bottega is just... so boring to me.

seokjin — hard to choose here, when he canonically looks good in everything. but me, personally? i love him when they style him edgier. perhaps it's because he's my bias, but he's just so soft and •ᴗ• so looks like this really work for me, bc it's not really what you'd expect him to wear??:

so, for seokjin: alexander mcqueen. one of my favorite designers for my favorite boy. there's structure, but it's still visually stimulating. edgy but not so much that it'd distract from the person wearing the clothes.

yoongi — i'm getting lazy with the pictures here, but i actually really like yoongi's deal with valentino. there's a nice balance of soft and bold which really works for him and fits with his vibe. however, i think we can (and should) make yoongi weirder.

so, for yoongi: ichiro suzuki. very, very weird (affectionate) clothes, and i think he'd be super into it. also highly inspired by art, so maybe yoongi and namjoon will be sharing clothes.

hobi — already a fashion icon. doesn't need any input at all from me, but i'm a mission to make bts as weird as possible, so we're going full send with this choice. hobi can truly pull off anything, and someone with that kind of power should embrace it.

so, for hobi: moncler. there's a little bit of everything here. there are more traditional options, and then there's weird as fuck, and i think he'd have a lot of fun working with that kind of scope.

jimin — another one that doesn't need my help, but alas, here i am to offer it anyway. gender seems to be a bit of a spot for jimin, so i'm hesitant to push him too far in either direction. something right in the middle would be my pick, because he can already pull off anything, might as well have fun with it.

so, for jimin: peter do. there's just... layers to this for me. it looks soft but it isn't really, and that's what jimin embodies to me. anyone can wear these clothes.

taehyung — i just get less useful the further we go down the age order, huh? he's got an aries moon, so taehyung's going to do what he wants, and he needs fashion that's going to reflect that. something stubborn, fiery, cool. something you can wear to a jazz show but also a gay club in paris, you know?

so, for taehyung: walter von beirendock. my weirdest pick yet, but this is fashion anarchy, imo. this is designing whatever the fuck you want. this is self-indulgent. this is complete disregard for the rules, and to me, that's taehyung 1000%, and i need to see him in these neon yellow pants.

jungkook — alright, last entry. what i love about jungkook is that he's grown up so publicly and had to do all that awkward "figuring out who you are" shit on the biggest stage in the world. that shit sucks, so he's really brave and cool for doing it, and he says endlessly that all of his members are reflected in him, so that just means he gets the weirdest choices of all.

so, for jungkook: because he's brave and cool, loewe. most people would probably not want to wear a grass jacket with grass shoes, but jungkook is brave and a little rebellious, so i bet he would. and he'd look damn good in it, too.

#bts #bts fashion #thank you again for asking this was really fun!! #jewel answers

[biggerbetterbat]

WITH YOU [23] DYING IS EASY

Daryl Dixon x OC!Charlie Reed

Summary: Charlie talks with Beth. Andrea leaves the girl alone and tragedy happens. Daryl gets mad at Charlie.

Warnings: suicide (nothing descriptive), language, agnst with a happy ending

Song: I Found Amber Run

A/N: Hello! I'm editing this chapter with almost no energy. I started my studies again and it's DRAINING me. But here you are, your chapter. I hope you like it - if you do please leave a comment, like and reblog. ENJOY!

"Did Glenn say anything to you?" Maggie asked.

Lori and Charlie were in the kitchen, preparing food for Beth, who was still in a bad condition. Everything was on Maggie's shoulders, so they decided that it would be good to help her even a little.

"Just that it has gotten pretty bad." Charlie shrugged while cutting the cucumber. She was focused on the activity as if her life depended on it.

"He's not the same," Maggie said. "Says he froze. Blames me. Says I got inside his head."

Charlie looked at her with a deadpanned expression, that was expressing her disbelief in her best friend, who was actually like every other guy. Like...after sharing everything with him for those past two or three months, and talking for hours, Charlie really thought that Glenn was the one special guy, a different snowflake, a very rare flower. But no. Glenn was like everyone else, freaking out when things were getting serious. He didn't want to admit that he felt scared, so he just blamed a girl. Men...

But as soon as she thought about him, she realized one slight problem...she was also running away from feelings and when things were getting serious she was looking for a reason to go MIA. Thanks to some higher force, Lori joined the conversation. "He came back. That's what matters."

"Men have to do certain things, you know that." Charlie nodded as she was cutting a cucumber. "And they're either gonna blame the little woman as the reason they do them or the reason they don't."

"I'll tell you something," said Grimes, who was preparing the meat. She had the most experience with men and Charlie didn't mean her romance with Shane, but rather the marriage that lasted more than eleven years. "What happens out there, happens out there. And we...We're just trying to keep it together till they get back."

"Things were good. Maybe I-"

"Glenn's a big boy." Lori cut her off.

"He makes his own choices, and then you..." Charlie looked at her again. "Do you have anything to apologize for?" she asked and to answer her question Maggie just shook her head. "Tell him to man up and pull himself together."

"Just don't say man up," said Lori. "It never goes well."

Greene smiled gratefully and nodded her head. "Let me just get this to Beth."

"You go on." Lori stopped her. "I got it."

"Yeah. Put him in his place." Charlie said. "I'll clean up."

She knocked on the door, signaling that she wanted to come in. She proposed that Lori should rest and not walk around with plates and food, because Charlie could do it as well- that wasn't beyond her abilities. She entered the room and saw Beth sitting on a bed, then she looked at the untouched food.

"Didn't eat a thing, huh? You're gonna..." she said but saw wet traces on the younger girl's cheeks, so she kneeled next to a bed. "Hey. I know how hard it is. I tried for days to reach my mom and get her on the phone. I can only assume..."

"It's just so pointless."

"You have Maggie, and your father, and Patricia and Jimmy. And you've gotta stay strong for them." Charlie tried to convince her. "I wish I could promise you it would be all right in the end. But we can try..."

"You don't believe it." Beth cut her off.

"What?

"You don't believe in those words," she said. "I heard your conversation with Glenn. You want to die."

Charlie looked down and sat down on a bed instead of kneeling, suspecting that the conversation with Beth would be longer.

"I'm right," Beth said. "You want to end this just like me and yet you came here and tried to convince me not to?"

"I want to die." Charlie voiced those words for the first time. "I lost my whole family, Beth. I live with guilt for that. There's nothing for me out there. But you are different. You're sixteen! You have a boyfriend. You have never even had your first drink yet!"

Beth looked at her with sad eyes. "And you don't want to wait and see if there's something for you?"

"I still don't know it." she shook her head. "But you should live and make now better."

"Thank you." the blonde girl whispered.

"I'll be right back." Charlie smiled and got up. "I heard Lori promised you a walk."

She entered the kitchen, still thinking about Beth and how she just stated the fact that they were the same, it was obvious to her. Charlie started to wonder if any other person could see the same thing... Maybe Charlie just shouldn't help Maggie with her? Maybe she should clean or cook something that didn't involve talking to Beth because one day she just might help her. Because she understood her and her way of viewing the world in this moment.

"There was a knife," said Lori, snapping Charlie from her thoughts.

"What?"

"Beth." Lori breathed and started running. "She took the knife."

Charlie was sitting on a kitchen counter, hitting the back of her head lightly on the shelf. After Andrea brought Maggie back house was filled with screams of the sisters. It seemed that the fight was a never-ending story and it would be done the moment they lost their voices.

"Where's Hershel?" Andrea asked.

"He doesn't want to find out yet," said Lori. "It's a family affair. We'll let them work it out."

"That's working it out?" Andrea opened her eyes wider.

Andrea was really from a different world. Charlie knew that she left her family house when Amy was still small and due to a big age gap, their relationship was different. A younger sister was more like a daughter to Andrea, so they probably never fought like that.

Charlie knew what that meant. Luckily Maggie and Beth were both girls, so even if they started fighting physically it wouldn't be that bad. She had brothers, and fighting with growing up men wasn't the greatest experience for a girl."When Beth stops fighting, that's when it's time to worry." Charlie answered.

"This could've been handled better," Andrea mumbled under her nose.

"How so?"

"You shouldn't have taken the knife away." she turned to Lori.

Both Lori and Charlie looked at the woman as if she had three heads. And the second one wanted to use the knife on Andrea. How she could even say something like that? Charlie understood Beth and was thinking similarly to her lately, but still it wasn't a reason to just give her a knife a say here, cut your wrist open. They should try to give her a reason to live first.

"Excuse me?" Lori opened her eyes wider.

"You were wrong, like Dale taking my gun," she said and Charlie whispered Oh, God. "That wasn't your decision. She has to choose to live on her own. She has to find her own reasons."

Charlie started to think about it. In some crazy way- which she would never admit to Andrea- she was right. If one wants to live, they should find their own reason. And that made her think what reason does she have to live? What was keeping Charlie Reed on the planet Earth with living and breathing people? Did she even have a reason? She shook her head quickly to get rid of those thoughts.

"Want me to tie a noose for her?" Lori asked.

"If she's serious, she will figure out a way," Andrea said.

"Doesn't mean I can't stop her or let her know that I care."

"That has nothing to do with it, Lori." The blonde woman shook her head. "She only has so many choices in front of her, and she believes the best one is suicide."

"That's not an option," Lori argued.

"Of course it is," said Andrea. "She doesn't need to be yelled at or treated like a child."

"She needs a loaded gun, right?" Charlie entered the conversation again. "Besides, she is a child."

Lori touched Charlie's knee, grateful that she got her back."You will understand if I don't let you in there."

"I came through it," Andrea said in disbelief.

"And became such a productive member of the group." Grimes nodded.

This time Charlie couldn't stop herself and didn't bite her tongue. "Who shoots other members, ignores what others say, and wants a teenager to kill herself."

"You both." Lori looked at them. "Let Maggie handle this her way."

"I contribute. I help keep this place safe."

Lori sent Charlie a look that said to keep quiet this time and don't start the fight again. Then she looked at the blonde. "The man can handle this on their own. They don't need your help."

"I'm sorry. What would you have me do?"

"Oh, there's plenty of work to go around." Lori leaned on a countertop that Charlie was sitting on.

"Are you serious?" she asked with wide eyes. "Charlie has been sitting and doing nothing since we came here and that's not a problem. She makes a drama every two days and you're in my face over skipping laundry?"

"Pardon? Let me break your bubble real quick." Charlie said, feeling the annoyance boiling inside. "I was running in that woods looking for a girl. I was playing a nurse after you shot Daryl. Patricia needed someone to help her clean? I was there. Jimmy couldn't handle horses? I helped. Hershel was taking cows on the field? I was with him." she said. "You were the one disappearing with Shane."

"Charlie's right." Lori nodded. "Your behavior puts a burden on the rest of us. On me, Carol, Patricia, and Maggie. Cooking and cleaning and looking for Beth. And you...You don't care about anyone but yourself. You sit up on that RV, working on your tan with a shotgun in your lap."

"No, I am on watch against walkers," Andrea argued. "That is what matters, not fresh mint leaves in the lemonade."

"Funny that the only Walker that you protected us from wasn't even a Walker." Charlie interrupted this time, still feeling pity for that. She really didn't know why she was still so angry for that and she knew it was getting annoying, but a small part of her just couldn't swallow it. It was funny because even Daryl didn't care about it so much.

Lori sighed. "We are providing stability. We're trying to create a life worth living."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Look, I went after Rick. I took down two walkers after crashing Maggie's car. Don't act like you're the only one..."

"Ever apologize for that?" Andrea interrupted her.

"You're insane." Charlie sighed.

"No, you are. Both of you." she almost yelled. "You, Charlie, are still a teenager that thinks everything is about you. But you know what? You're not even worth wasting my breath for." she said and turned to Lori. Charlie opened her mouth at her words, but didn't know that the woman would throw a bucket of trash on the other one."And you are the self-centered one, the way you take it all for granted."

"My husband is out there for the hundredth time. My son was shot." Lori answered. "Don't you dare tell me I take this for granted?"

"You don't get it do you?" she leaned on the table. "Your husband came back from the dead, your son, too. And now you've got a baby on the way. The rest of us have piled up our losses. Me, Carol, Beth...even Charlie. But you just keep on keeping up."

"We have all suffered," Lori said.

"Playing house, acting like the queen bee, laying down rules for everybody but yourself." she continued. "You know that? Go ahead. Go in there and tell that little girl that everything's gonna be okay, just like it is for you. She'll get a husband, a son, a baby, a boyfriend."

Charlie opened eyes and she didn't know where she should look. The silence after those words was just too loud. It wasn't nothing new for Charlie, but having Andrea just say this like it was nothing? That was another level of drama.

And Charlie would be the one saying exactly what Andrea did just a couple of days ago, but Lori was so nice to her. Truth be told, she began to like the pregnant woman.

"She just has to look on the bright side," Andrea said and left.

"I think I need some air," Charlie said and stood on her legs, going to the entrance.

It was a sunny day, even if the air was beginning to be cold. It was good though, after a steamy conversation with Andrea, she needed to cool down a little. There was a quiet, but steady sound of metal hitting on other metal, so Charlie followed that and saw Daryl. He was leaning on his motorcycle.

"You need help?" she asked.

He looked up at her and then on his motorcycle, examining what he needed. "Could you hand me a screwdriver?"

"The yellow one or the red one?"

"Allen one," he said.

Charlie looked inside his box and then at him with two question marks instead of eyes. "So the yellow one or the red one?

Daryl closed his eyes and sighed. He appreciated her help and missed her nonstop talking during those past few days, but he forgot how clueless she could be. "Just bring all of them."

So Charlie happily handed him his little box and watched how he took out the right screwdriver and started repairing whatever was broken.

"Were you a mechanic before?"

"Nah," he answered. "I taught myself when we didn't have money to pay an actual one."

"You learned how to hunt, how to repair cars...Any other abilities?" she smiled.

"I know how to open a beer with a shoelace."

"Impressive."

No one ever said that he was impressive. For forty years he had never heard that from anyone, Merle spent with him every day and he did a lot of things for him, yet there were no words of gratitude. He had known Charlie for around two months and she was showering him with kind words. Maybe that's why she was in his mind so much? Because he tried to guess what was making her so kind to him. "Hmm."

"Got a way with those tools," Charlie said as he immersed himself into his task. She rested her chin on her hand, watching his muscles flex in the sun.

"Just doin' what needs to be done," he answered with a screwdriver between his lips. "Ain't much of a hobby."

"I was thinking more like skills. You're pretty handy, aren't you?"

"Well, survival tends to bring out unexpected talent."

"Lucky for me...I mean us. A hunter, a fighter, a mechanic. You're multi-talented," she said again. "Maybe you could teach me a thing or two about fixing things, too."

"Just gotta figure it out as you go," he looked up at her but quickly looking down again.

"If something goes down, I'd rather have you by my side instead of...figuring it out as I go."

"You're searching for protection or just looking for someone to fix your stuff?" he chuckled uncontrollably.

"Maybe."

Daryl looks up from the bike, his hands still coated in grease, and meets Charlie's gaze. There's a momentary pause as their eyes lock, tension simmering beneath the surface. Despite the grime and weariness of their surroundings, there's an undeniable spark between them. Daryl's rugged features soften slightly as he returns Charlie's gaze, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. Charlie's expression is equally suggestive, a playful glint in their eyes as they hold Daryl's gaze. There's a moment of tension as their eyes lock, a silent exchange of flirtatious energy passing between them. Neither speaks, but the intensity of the moment speaks volumes.

"So..." he cleared his throat. "You stopped playing house with Lori?" he asked, changing the subject to distract himself.

"Oh yeah. I was almost a wrestling referee," she said and earned a look from Daryl. "Andrea is getting out of hand."

"You really don't like her," he said and leaned in to continue his work.

"She didn't give me a reason to like her."

"Fair enough," he grunted. "How's the blond girl?"

"Not good," she said. "Took a knife from a trace."

"She wants to kill herself?" Daryl asked wiping a smear from his hands into his trousers.

"Yeah." Charlie nodded. "She thinks that life now is pointless."

"You agree with her?" he furrowed his brows. Charlie bit her lips, not answering. "You really agree with her."

Daryl felt this irrational anger in his chest. He felt similar back in the CDC. They never talked about it, so she never confirmed or denied it, but he saw how she hesitated, and if Glenn hadn't forced her to leave she would have stayed with Jacquie.

"She's not completely wrong and y..." she said, but was interrupted by screams that were coming from the house."Oh, shit." Charlie muttered and ran there.

She saw how Maggie stormed out of it with Lori just behind her, they were both looking worried. Well, Maggie was pissed off, if she could she would burn like a fire. If her eyes could kill, Andrea would be dead right now."Where were you?"

"I heard. Is she all right?" Andrea asked.

"She would be if you had stayed with her," Maggie said angrily and repeated her question. "Where were you?"

"How bad is she?" Charlie asked worried.

"It wasn't deep."

"She wants to live." she smiled clearly happy. "She made her decision."

"She tried to kill herself," Maggie said.

"No, she didn't."

"My father is stitching her wrist right now."

"She'll live," Andrea said and tried to pass Greene to enter the house.

"Stay away from her." she blocked her from entering the house. "From both of us. Don't you dare to step foot inside this house again?"

Charlie looked at Andrea and passed all three of them, so she could see what was with Beth. Honestly, she couldn't care less about the argument and about Andrea- she had it coming.

The room was getting dark as the sun was hiding behind the horizon. The only person in there was Beth with her wrist still placed on a table- it was already stitched and wrapped up in bandages. She noticed Charlie entering the room, so she looked up and gave her a pale smile."I'm sorry."

"Don't be." she smiled and touched her shoulder. "What matters is that you're alive."

"You should do it, too," Beth said. "Live."

Charlie looked at her. Her face was still pale, but something changed in the way she was looking at her. It was more sane, her eyes weren't so empty anymore.

"Maybe now you think there is nothing for you here, but I think differently now," she said. "I think there's still so much that life has to offer. You just need the courage to hold on through the bad times."

"You think it's going to be easier?" Charlie asked. "Losing people. Running from the Walkers. Killing."

"I don't know," Beth said and shrugged. "But I know there's a reason for you, too. You said that yourself. There's so many things that you didn't do."

"So drinking your first shot convinced you to stay alive?" she smiled and put a smile on Beth's face.

"I just want you to be sure of the decision," she answered. "I want to grow old, have my own kids, I want to watch them play with my Daddy. I just want a life."

Charlie smiled and placed her hand in hers, caressing the back of Beth's smooth skin.

"But don't try to do this, Daddy's out of painkillers," she said, placing her hand on Charlie's. "Dying is easy, Charlie."

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[henryloverman]

(The song when the Narrator left the Parable Ending, and how Stanley feels about it, a special birthday post just for you guys ^^)

An Alternate universe where the Narrator leaves the Parable and Stanley stops him to it.

"Stanley? I have to go now, any last words?"

"..."

"Hmmm? You're not even going to say goodbye to me?"

*Sighs*

"Well then, goodbye Stanley, we had a great adventure and now it's time to end it-"

"-Don't leave! Please..."

"What is that, Stanley?"

"...Please don't leave me, Narrator"

"Why should I do that?"

"I-I...uh... Because you haven't even finished the Story yet!"

"I did? Any kind of ending is up to you now, I already did my part Stanley, you should do yours"

"But- but what am I without you?! Weren't you the one who made my story? You can't just leave me here!!"

"I can and I will, I do appreciate you caring for me, Stanley, but I need to do this-"

"-Then why won't you let me leave with you?! Is it because I'm not real? Is it because I can't function in the real world?!"

"Stanley...you want to come with me?"

"...Yes, I don't care where you're going, just don't leave me, Narrator...please"

"... Stanley, are you crying!? How are you able to do that? I didn't code you to cry so how ?!"

"Because that's how I am, I'm your protagonist, aren't I? Your stupid,fat, and ugly protagonist?"

"Oh god, you must be that desperate to call yourself that, which is true- but that's really not important right now! Are you sure you want to come with me into the Real World, Stanley??"

"...I want to be by your side no matter what, I want you to continue narrating me, so yes, I want to go with you"

*Sighs*

"You idiot, fine but remember there's no turning back, so if you regret leaving here that's your choice-"

"-i won't, I promise!"

"Take my hand, Stanley, we're going now"

"I hate you, Narrator"

Stanley said with a grin, he took the narrator's hand and continued walking towards the exit, Stanley's eyes were still still wet from crying, but now it's replaced with a hint of fondness and... Love.

"I hate you as well, Stanley"

Now they're at the exit, the two looked at each other for one last time before going inside, their hands intertwined with one another, a new adventure awaits them.

The End

...

"You think this is a happy ending do you? Well unfortunately it's not, Stanley, wake up."

"-Huh?!"

Stanley immediately looked around the room, there was no one there? Wasn't the Narrator with him a moment ago? Weren't they escaping the Parable? Then where is he???

"Stanley?! You're awake!! Oh god I miss you so much"

Suddenly a lady hugged him out of nowhere, Stanley tried to push her off, who is she? Where's the Narrator???

"... Stanley, you don't remember me? It's me, Mariella, your friend?"

"I... don't know you, where's the Narrator?"

"Narrator...? Stanley, is this a joke?! You seriously remembered your fictional character and not me?! Come on, man!"

"I am saying the truth! I don't know who you are!"

"Oh...I'm so sorry, I should try to explain then, your name is Stanley and you are a famous Author of TSP, you used to work in an office building"

"Wasn't the Narrator the one that created The Stanley Parable? What do you mean i'm an author?"

"Stanley, the Narrator is a character you made up for your story, YOUR THE ONE who created The Stanley Parable that was turned into a game in 2013"

"...What?!"

Stanley couldn't believe this, was the woman lying?! But her eyes spoke the truth, so the Narrator doesn't exist the whole time... Stanley made him up?

After hearing that, Stanley's vision started blurring, he could hear Mariella calling for the doctor, his ears were buzzing, he couldn't keep his mind straight, and after that, Stanley fainted.

Editor's Note: PLOT TWIST?! This is the continuation of the RealParable Au! What happened to Stanley you may ask? Well let's just say...he overdosed on sleeping pills.

That would make sense how Stanley wasn't able to escape the Parable, he was in a coma the whole time, DON DON DON!!!!!

I know this trope is cliche, "it turns out everything was a dream" but I HAVE FUTURE PLANS FOR THIS!!!

Thanks to the dearest song, "I love you so" by The Walters, I have gained more motivation and ideas!!!!

What do you guys think of the Narrator's role? You guys theorized!!!! Thank you for reading, have a nice day 💛🖤💛🖤

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[jo-harrington]

For the AASB Blurb Game: Splinter cat 😌

Hehe oh I wanted someone to do something remotely cuddly. Although…splinter cat might not be…cuddly per se.

Oh well. ENJOY MY LOVE!

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May 1984

"How much further?"

"Just a little ways ahead."

"Are you sure you know where you're going?"

"Why? Don't you trust me sweetheart?" Eddie glanced over his shoulder at you and smirked as he saw you dramatically trudging along behind him.

"Yeah but a hike through the woods isn't exactly my idea of a pleasant afternoon," you explained.

To be fair, this wouldn't have been Eddie's first choice either. He could take you to a million and one places around Hawkins, take you on a drive everywhere and nowhere while listening to the mixtape he had yet to give you, bring you back to the trailer where the two of you could just...make out a little bit...

Or a lot.

...the possibilities were endless.

He paused for a second to let you fall in step with him and offered his hand to hold as you walked. You took it immediately and he beamed proudly.

"I know it isn't a barn burner of a date," he began. "But I really appreciate you going along with it."

This was just...something special that he wanted to share with you. He knew once you got there, you would understand.

"Oh, I mean...I..." You were suddenly bashful. "I wasn't really trying to be difficult. I really do like spending time with you."

"Yeah?"

"Uh huh." You looked down at your joined hands and swung them a little. "I'm really glad I came to Hawkins and met you Eddie."

It was an instantaneous feeling. Everything was a little lighter, brighter. The perpetual weight on his shoulders lessened. It was like one of the candles that had been snuffed out inside of him had sparked back to life, just by a declaration as simple as that.

Eddie was the one to become bashful now, as he tucked his face into his shoulder the slightest bit and let the curtain of his hair hide him from your adoring gaze.

Before long the two of you reached the broken husk of a fallen tree and he smiled.

"Oh we're here!" Eddie let go of your hand and motioned for you to stay back for a second. He slipped his backpack off his shoulders as he cautiously approached the tree.

It was a little sanctuary in and of itself, the broken fragments of the trunk had created a shelter against the elements. Parts of it were covered in moss and wild mushrooms that looked enticing but were probably extremely poisonous.

Eddie finally called you over once he was sure it was safe, and as you approached and questioned what it was he found, he began taking treasures out of his pack: a little ball of yarn he grabbed from Mrs. Wilson's basket, a few cans of tuna, and an old moth-eaten sweater that was destined for rags if it didn't go to this noble cause.

A soft, grey mother cat lounging within the protective cradle of the fallen tree with her litter of precious kittens. Her vigilant eyes darted from Eddie to you as a soft coo exited from your lips and she flicked her tail judgmentally.

"She's one of the cats from the trailer park," Eddie explained as he presented his gifts to her majesty. "I, uh...I feed them sometimes. I don't know if they're feral...but I think Lucy used to have a family and they left her behind."

"Isn't that always the way," you muttered and slowly offered your hand for sniffs. After a few seconds, a head was immediately pushed into your palm, demanding pets, and your fingers sunk into her fuzzy, velvety hair. "Lucy?"

"I named her," he admitted, "after Lucy Pevensie. From The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe. Because she was the Queen of all the cats, but still the most friendly, and gentle. Aren't you Lou?"

Eddie popped the tab on the tuna can and Lucy's head immediately retreated from your touch as she became aware of the promise of food.

"She disappeared one day," Eddie continued, and presented her with the feast. "And...you know the whole hierarchy was in disarray, but she always meows when I call her. So I just...started looking and found her out here. She's crazy smart too, to have found shelter so she could have her babies safely."

Your attention turned from Lucy to the tree itself. The dead bark was scored deeply, probably by a lightning strike or some great beast of the forest that overestimated how much weight the brittle wood could actually hold. You ran your finger along one of the shallower scratches and then hummed as you looked back at Eddie.

"How sure are you," you began. "That she didn't just knock the tree down herself?"

Eddie scoffed and looked at you as though you had grown a second head.

"A tiny little kitty like Lou?"

"How sure are you that she's just a cat?" you questioned. "She could be a shapeshifter. Maybe she's something bigger. Look at these scratches."

"She's just a cat," Eddie insisted.

"Have you ever heard of a Splintercat?" you asked, eyes narrowed. Eddie tilted his head in thought, and wondered if you were teasing him or...

But you wouldn't.

...or if you really knew something that he didn't.

When Eddie hesitated to answer, you continued.

"It's this...well it's this mythical Cat, I guess. Legendary, folklore, that kinda deal. And it has spines along its body and it's big and ferocious, but it attacks trees so that it can get...I don't know, little critters and honey and all sorts of things to eat. But it leaves the tree broken and covered in...scratches and grooves.

"They don't have very good temperament," you scrunched your nose and reached out again to scratch behind Lucy's ear as she munched on tuna happily. "But maybe Queen Lou here knew she was gonna have her kittens. So she changed her shape a little, and her attitude, to be a little friendlier, and then found a big old sap like you to feed her the good stuff.

"No need to knock any more trees down when big, scary metalhead Eddie Munson is fighting for your honor and bringing you Chicken of the Sea, huh?" you asked in a baby voice.

You looked up to find Eddie staring at you with the most dumbfound, lovesick expression on his face.

"What?"

"Do you wanna get married or something?" he asked. You let out a honk of laughter and Lucy bristled under your touch until you shushed her. "No I'm serious that was...the hottest thing anyone has ever said to me."

"Fuck you, Munson, it was not," you giggled.

"It was," he insisted.

"Proposal worthy?" Your eyebrows couldn't get any higher on your forehead.

"Well, if the Queen here gives it her blessing," Eddie got to his feet and bowed before you and Lucy. "It would be my honor to be yours until the end of eternity."

You laughed again and got to your feet to swat at his arms and legs. The two of you chased each other around the clearing until Lucy let out an annoyed meow and retreated into her little shelter to snooze.

The Queen grew tired of your antics, so Eddie bowed again and encouraged you to curtsey, then you took your leave.

For days, Eddie thought it was just another cute and silly thing that he was growing to love about you.

But it was funny...

Because the next time he went to the forest to find Lucy and her kittens, they were gone. And several more trees in the area had been knocked down, covered in deep scratches and splinters.

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[arcplaysgames]

P3P and P4G done, lets play P5R

Alright, lets at least get started.

Just in case you're new, hello. My name is Archie, and I have now played Persona 3 Portable and Persona 4 Golden. My liveblog continues.

My liveblogs are mostly fast recaps of the story with a lot of conjecture and guesses and long diatribes about the veracity of Persona's cartomancy choices. For all the games but P5R specifically, I know pretty much blithering fuckall about the plot and characters, so I enjoy trying to guess what's going to happen and pick up on foreshadowing (and sometimes whine about lack of foreshadowing, looking at you ending to P4G).

In P3P I romanced Akihiko but my life partner was Junpei. In P4G, I played a raging homogay so I didn't get to kiss anybody but harbored one HELL of a crush on Kanji.

Now, we start P5R. /rubs hands together

SO UH GAME IS A BIT ODD FROM WORD GO HUH. Hitting new games starts one of those "this story is a work of fiction disclaimers" but it's narrated very purposefully, refers to "[our] world" and demands I sign my agreement as a contract.

Could be nothing, just a bit of flavor, but this is the first of the games I have played to tap on the fourth wall in this way. Also, the text being blue brings to mind the dude who like set up the Velvet Room who you don't really see in the modern Persona games, which is... Philapome? Or something.

Starting in medias res with what I would say is an overload of information.

Casino heist! With shadows and persona hanging around! And... the weird thing is that it seems to be in the real world??? But our protagonist guy has the power of persona in the real world. Which we haven't seen yet in 3 and 4. Persona abilities was relegated to the TV World and the Dark Hour.

Also, WEIRDLY, this guy is a thief? Like Sly Cooper running along the lights and fixtures, using a grappling hook, the whole shebang.

It sure ain't Tartarus, that's for sure. And we have a bunch of shadowy characters talking over the comms.

GONNA BE REAL this whole intro sequence is a lot? We fight some persona (in the real world??????).

Get a helping hand from some lady with a sword?????

Jump out of a stained glass window with some Cowboy Bebop vibes goin' on.

Aaaaand get fuckin got by a LOT of cops. Oh my god that's so many cops. And we were set up.

A cop beats the shit out of our protag and repeats that immortal recurring line. Well, taking responsibility for their actions killed Reverie 3 while Reverie 4 survived, so we'll see how this one goes.

There was only one option. Reverie Vantas returns.

And we're in a framing device! Sup, Cassandra I mean Sae Nijima. But yeah, this has some Dragon Age vibes to be certain. Sae apparently knows Reverie, but was not expecting to see him, and seems sympathetic but Cop-y about wanting some answers.

I am still concerned about the use of Persona in the real world, that has me very concerned, given how P3 and P4 ended.

Are they bringing back the meaningful butterfly of Palermo or whatever?

Okay Reverie's backstory is laid out:

Dude tried to help some lady who was getting roughed up, but the rougher got injured in the process so Reverie has been expelled and now is facing a criminal record. Which, in Japan? OOF. Not great. Not good. Also, can you have a criminal record as an adolescent in Japan? That's really rough.

So Reverie is sent to I Think It's Literally Tokyo, like this game is not in a fictional location, it's Tokyo, I heard Shibuya get mentioned, what the hell.

boy howdy we got a lot of anime cutscenes

AND WE HAVE PROGRESSED BEYOND YOSUKE'S SHITTY FLIP PHONE ONTO SMART PHONES. Reverie sees a weird app thing on his phone and when he presses it, the world stops and I think he sees his shadow????? I think there's some awakening to Persona happening here.

Fuckin' Izanami is back in Inaba like "aw shit, people got PHONES that DO SHIT now? I can just send the power of persona to people as a fucking .apk file now, I don't need to lurk around a gas station like a fucking weirdo, I'm literally a god, I should be making more than minimum wage, wait'll I tell Nyx"

Anyway. That's actually kind of a fun throwback to....... the original MegaTen, right? Didn't the first major entry in the series revolve about a demonic internet site that let you contact the spirit world and then it took over the real world? Basically.

Reverie is off to find his.... like... probation officer but not, and ooh

wow that's a good voice, hello sir, wait no I thought Dojima had a good voice from the start and I was super wrong about him. I trust no good voices in this game.

I AM NOT 30 SECONDS IN AND ALREADY?????

fuck you and your nice voice I GUESS?

I have no idea what the legal standing here is or if its a handwavey don't-worry-about-it thing but:

Reverie, did a good deed and got expelled over it. His family apparently actively wanted to get rid of him, so they sent him off to Tokyo to live with this cafe owner dude, Sojirio Sakura. He is on a one-strike policy and could lose this lovely and inviting attic space for any reason at all. And this is his probation.

what the fuck, wow, and I was sad when P4G didn't really give me any good friends in the first two hours, now THIS?!

Reverie The Fifth, I have known you for like 20 minutes and I'm sorry? What the fuck.

Anyway, Sojirio is a glorified landlord, is not here to play rehabilitationist, leaves as soon as he can, and Reverie goes to sleep.

And wakes up in the Velvet Room.

And oh boy howdy. Wow. Okay. We're gonna have to talk about the Velvet Room in this game.

Out of images. Next post. /fingerguns

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[yoongis-black-grilfriend]

Oh em geeee if you do a drama part 3 can you respond to it here or tag me in it pleaseee. Also if you have a tag list can you add me? 💗

Drama 3

Here you go love <3

If you haven't done so yet, click here to read part 1 and part 2

Warnings: Cursing, Toxicity, & Angst

Summary: Part 3 of DRAMA, You and Jack are dating but your relationship isn't public and someone from his past starts drama between the two of you; Jack confronts about fighting Katie at the party...

Finally! 

You literally knew he was going to find out about this so why were you stuck in your tracks? Why couldn’t you find the words to say?

Jack stood up from his chair and walked toward you. 

“Huh you have nothing to say now but you had so much to say when you were feeding me that bullshit this morning. Don’t even worry about it, I'm not trippin” the tone he used was mocking your tone of voice.

Lowkey wanting to go off on him, he still continued on with his rant. 

“I know what she did was wrong fucked up even but do you even realize what you did? Everyone knows we're together now, they all know what you look like!” 

What he was saying was making sense but a part of you disagreed. He took his career very seriously (as he should) but you don't like how he tried to lock you away over a choice he made. Then again he made it very clear what could happen if you guys got together but this stuff with Katie was not something you were expecting at all and you have finally reached your breaking point. 

 “Oh so that’s what this is about?”, your just worried that I'm not your dirty little secret anymore? Are you sad that you don’t have to keep me locked in hotel rooms while you go out and have the time of your life waiting for you to get back just so the cycle can repeat the next day?”

He is now facing, your noses keep brushing against each other and you can feel his minty breath on your lips. His eyes soften slightly.

“I’m not trying to be an asshole at all but this industry is brutal I have gone through so much to get where I am right now and all I have is people watching my every move analyzing how I talk, what I talk about, who I talk about those things with and I'm going to be completely honest with you it is draining the hell out of me, having people assume what I’m really like when they haven’t even meet me and having my every move watched by someone waiting for me to fuck up is sucking the life out of me.” 

He took a deep breath and felt a couple of tears fall from his eyes. 

“I could never forgive myself if you had to go through what I had to go through because I know it would be because of me.” His hands cup your cheeks and he wipes away a few tears that fall from your face.

“I envy you, you are a regular person you have goals and dreams that have nothing to do with being famous or super rich you just want a regular life and I adore that about you, you make me feel normal I know it sounds like I’m hyping myself up when I say this but I am a celebrity some people hardly see me as a person but you make me feel regular person again and you give me a sense of peace in this hectic world I’m living in right now.” 

He presses a soft kiss to your forehead and finishes saying “ No one knows you like I do and I don’t know what I would do if I saw thousands of people trying to tear down the love of my life. They have already tried to do it starting with recording you beating Katie's ass” he chuckled. 

Wow, he had really just revealed a lot to you. You can agree with the fact that his popularity could overwhelm you sometimes and that you love to be in your little shell with just him. So were you really ready to break this shell and showcase your relationship to the whole world? Hell no.

“I see what you're saying and I'm sorry for potentially embarrassing you” He shook his head disagreeing with you “You could never embarrass me, baby, I see where you coming from and I’m sorry for what I said earlier we just have to establish that there is a place and a time for things like this and my time is the legal way.” 

Furrowing your eyebrows you tilt your head in confusion “What is that supposed to mean?” 

He let out a smirk and dropped his hands from your face to go to your living room table. “Every girl I have slept with has signed an NDA which basically states what happened between us stays between us and Katie did not follow through with that agreement so I'm taking her to court.”

You wanted to feel bad but you didn't. She was doing way too much just for Jack to sue her trifling ass.  

“I also am getting that video off the face of this earth just so it doesn't get further out there the only people that have the video were the people at the party which is a good thing because my team is contacting everyone as we speak so this video doesn’t end up somewhere it shouldn't be.” 

Walking back over to you he grabs your hand and leads you to the couch and takes your shoes off laying your feet across his lap. Taking one of your white painted feet he starts to message them. 

“It’s up to you to decide whether or not you want the world to know about our relationship. I'm with whatever you're with, pretty girl.”

You thought about it long and hard and seeing things from Jack’s point of view you were not ready to step all the way into his world. But you're okay with being all the way into his heart for now <3. 

OMG this is the last part of this series please let me know any questions, comments and concerns. And you can also request :)

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[runningfrom2am]

the sea around us; pt.2, chapter four

Snowy saw no choice but to run- wondering if Rafe will ever understand that the pogues mean everything to her. JJ gets it though. JJ will always get it.

(jj maybank x f!oc)

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

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It takes us about nine hours to reach Nassau, and luckily JJ snagged some gas cans from the dock because we did end up running out. I don't know if I feel right about what happened with JJ, but I'm sure Rafe won't want me around anymore. I do know that JJ does. And he does make me happy, after all, he's my best friend. The only thing holding me back from fully being with him is thinking of Rafe, but I'll move on soon enough. Luckily, when we talked about it, JJ was understanding that I didn't want to jump into anything official with him just yet. He knows I really care about Rafe, and he doesn't expect me to immediately let him go.

We pull up onto the beach and it's dark, which is perfect conditions for us to try and hide the boat in a deserted part of the shore. "Okay, so what's our plan now?" I ask as we walk off the beach and into the dead city.

"Now's our test, how well do we know John B, like really? What would he do, where would he hide." JJ says and I nod a little.

"Full disclosure, I think I'm going to fail this test." I laugh.

"No, we've got this. We're the golden trio and we're two out of three. We just need to put our heads together on this."

"You don't know either, huh?"

"Not really, no." JJ admits.

"Okay, so, he's obviously going to be hiding, and also he's with Sarah so he's going to be somewhere safe, but this place is crawling with cops." I think out loud as we walk down an empty street. My ankle doesn't hurt nearly as bad as it did the other day, so I'm confident now it wasn't a real break. JJ is still holding onto me, though, supporting almost all my weight as I rest my arm up over his shoulders.

"Yes, right, somewhere Sarah feels safe, not right in the middle of town probably..." He agrees, nodding thoughtfully and then he stops, turning around to look behind us. "Maybe there?"

"That looks like a five-star resort, J. I don't know if that's a great place to lay low." I say, voicing my skepticism.

"Typically, no, but if Sarah could talk their way in I bet they're on the grounds somewhere, because why would they hide there? No one will look there because it's so stupid."

"I mean, I don't have any better ideas." I shrug. "It's worth a shot, but how will we get in?"

"We'll figure it out." JJ says, and we start heading toward the resort. "And if not, we can work our way through the island in the other direction, it'll narrow it down a little."

Luckily, we didn't have to do that.

We're walking along a bridge on the way to the resort when we see a blonde girl walking towards us.

"Is that... Sarah?" I say quietly, squinting a little bit to try and make out the figure. We get closer, and I get my answer before I can tell myself.

"Snowy?" I hear, and I look up at JJ. He's smiling, but looks worried. Within seconds, the girl is running up to us and throwing her arms around us.

"Oh my god, Snowy, JJ, I am so happy to see you." I grin as I hug her back.

"I'm so glad you're okay... Pope said your boat flipped, how did you get here?" I ask as we finally pull away.

"We got picked up by a cargo ship, but they tried to turn us in when we docked." Sarah explains. "Nice haircut, by the way." She grins, reaching out to touch my hair where it now ends right above my shoulders.

"Wheres John B?" JJ asks and Sarah sighs a little, turning her attention to him.

"I told him not to, but he's currently breaking into my family's vacation home on Paradise Island." She explains. "That's where the gold is."

"Where's that?" JJ asks and she points back behind us.

"It's that house, with the lights there on the beach." She points it out and we both look back.

"Holy shit, I thought Tannyhill was nice." I laugh a little.

"I'm gonna go find him, you guys go back where you and John B are camping out and we'll be back soon." JJ says, turning to me. "Stay safe, okay?" He says, planting a kiss on my forehead before taking off in a light jog back the way we came.

"Woah, uhm, what was that about?" Sarah asks me as she turns and we start to head back toward the resort.

"Long story." I sigh, but I guess there's no better time to talk about it than now. "We talked things out on the boat from Florida, well, fought it out, then we kissed... A bunch... and then I said I don't want to jump straight into another relationship so we'll just play it out and see what happens."

"Wait, back up, you and Rafe broke up?" She asks.

"Not exactly, but I doubt he'll welcome me with open arms after Pope almost killed him and I left him behind." I say sadly.

"He'll be pissed, sure, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care anymore. What if he wants to work it out?"

I sigh and shake my head. "I really don't know, Sarah. Something about being with JJ feels wrong, but he's my best friend, you know? I don't want to hurt him, besides it feels healing for me. I wanted this chance for years and now here it is on a silver platter and I don't know if I can take it."

Sarah shrugs. "Trust your gut, I guess. Don't commit to anything right now." She advises me and I nod. "In other relationship news, John B and I got married." She smiles, and my jaw drops.

"Stop, you're literally kidding." I laugh slightly.

"No ma'am. I mean, it's not legal, but the sentiment is there. That's what matters." She smiles and I stop and hug her.

"Oh my god!" I say happily and we both laugh. "Congratulations! That's so frickin' cute, you guys are perfect."

"Thank you, yeah..." Sarah smiles as she lets go. "I'm really happy. I just know he's the one for me, you know?"

"No, not really at the moment." I joke, making her laugh.

"Okay, well, yeah, not yet." She nudges me with her elbow as we keep walking.

Just as we pass the middle of the bridge, we hear a car pull up next to us and before we can even process the situation, we're both being grabbed and thrown into a van, and speeding off down the road.

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[mintmoth]

"Its a little strange, being all dressed up like this. I guess it's a little fun."

Okay so I went really ham and made an SR Fairy Gala event Ambrosia- as well as a short accompanying story that's basically the jist of what their vignette would be LMAO (under the readmore below)

I really did not mean to accidentally dedicate my day to this but hey, at least I had fun

It had been only minutes and here Leona was cursing again. The preparations for "Operation Steal The Show" had been going.. ah. Well they were going. It was all Ambrosia could do to not laugh as the oversized lion was scolded yet again. They knew Leona would come through at the last minute, he was competent enough to be a good choice for this, but until then it was rather silly seeing him and Vil at each other's throats.

"Ambrosia!" They were torn away from their thoughts as Kalim called out to them, his voice accompanied by the sound of his heels clacking their way closer as he trot happily over. "Are you gonna be with us for the evening? We're getting a lot better!"

Ambrosia gave him a small smile. "I think you two were plenty alright to begin with, but what do I know. I'm not a dancer.

A soft gasp of surprise left the taller boy. "Like not at all? Or are you being modest?" Ambrosia gave a shake of their head in response. "I could have sworn you danced. Huh." A brief pause of silence fell between them, the gap filled by the softly echoing argument between Leona and Vil alongside the occassional clack from Jamil's own heels as he diligently practiced his section of the routine. "Well I can teach you then!"

"Wait what." Ambrosia barely had time to express confusion before Kalim was taking one of their hands within his own, that bright laugh of his ringing out as he gently pulled them back to where he and Jamil were practicing. "Hey no- Wait you're busy right now you don't have time to teach-"

"Well we can still have some fun!" Kalim abruptly swept his friend into his arms. "I'm not a good teacher like Jamil, but you can just follow me! It's not hard!" Without waiting for an answer he began moving, keeping Ambrosia's hand clasped within his own as his other wrapped around their waist.

With a small cry of surprise Ambrosia did their best to keep up with the haphazard waltz- well if you could really call it that. It was obvious that Kalim was accustomed to dancing, his comfortable gait only slowed down by Ambrosia's own confusion as they attempted to keep up with him. "Shit- I almost stepped on your foot."

Again Kalim laughed loudly and happily, taking no upset in their missteps. "But it's fun, right? It doesn't matter if we mess up, as long as we're having fun together!"

"Yeah but try telling that to Vi- AAAAAAA!" Ambrosia was cut off in their disgruntled mumbling as Kalim moved his hands mid stride to seize their waist, lifting them up off their feet. They quickly wrapped their arms around his neck for stability, clinging to Kalim as he spun them around with a wide grin.

"Kalim can you stop fooling around?" The two came to a stop as Jamil's voice called out to them. He strode closer, brows furrowed with clear annoyance as Kalim gave a nervous giggle, Ambrosia still clutched tight in his arms.

"It was just a small break! Ambrosia's never danced!"

"Hey I never said that!"

Jamil gave a sigh, the dangling elements of his hairpiece fluttering softly as he tilted his head to pinch the bridge of his nose. "That doesn't mean now is the time for this. You know you still keep making missteps with your routine."

Kalim's smile refused to falter as he finally set Ambrosia back upon the ground. "Then you can teach them while I practice!" Both Ambrosia and Jamil's eyes widened, protests leaving the two of them in a mismatched jumble of words. However, it seemed as if Kalim was hearing none of it, quickly pushing Ambrosia in Jamil's direction. "You said it yourself! I need to practice more, and I know you're a much better teacher then I am anyways. Ambrosia was tripping all over themself while we were dancing. You'll get them on both feet in no time!"

Jamil crossed his arms across his chest, mouth pulled into a thin line. "I have my own things to work on. Ambrosia doesn't have a deadline to meet in regards to dancing." His eyes closed, expression softening gently. "Besides, you can't expect me to make them competent within one afternoon."

"Oh? So you aren't as skilled as Kalim says?" Ambrosia couldn't help themself, a smirk etching its way across their face as they gave Jamil their full attention. It was a little mean, trying to annoy him like this, but Ambrosia enjoyed the more biting banter the two of them had begun to share.

A glare was cast their way. "Don't try to prod me into abandoning my own practice."

Ambrosia gave a small shrug. "I'm simply implying that if you really were such a great teacher, then a little time from your day wouldn't do much to hinder you." Truthfully they didn't care much either way, but as Kalim swung around behind Jamil to give him a gentle push their way, Ambrosia was back to smiling softly, aloof facade broken.

An annoyed growl left Jamil as he began to cave into the whims of the more impulsive two. "Ten minutes." He sighed despite a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "That's all you get."

He stepped into place where Kalim had left off, one hand wrapping around Ambrosia's as the other snaked around their waist. Admittedly, Ambrosia hadn't expected him to cave so easily, but supposed it wouldn't be worth expressing their surprise. Instead they flashed him a small grin, "I wouldn't dare ask for more."

Unexpected still, the tiniest scoffing laugh left Jamil. "Don't be-"

"What on EARTH are you two doing?!"

Aw shit Vil had caught them.

The misbehaving trio immediately turned their attention to their angry peer. "You don't have TIME for this NONSENSE!" Vil was marching over with his typical practiced stride, the only thing giving away his annoyance being his scowl and the clenched fists down by his sides. "And here I was thinking that Leona was the only layabout that I'd have to scold today."

The three were frozen for a moment more before they quickly scrambled away from each other, Ambrosia standing in front of the other two with their hands up defensively. "Sorry- Vil, it was my fault, I interrupted them and things got out of hand."

Vil stopped in front of them, glaring down his nose before softening his glower. "I don't care who did what. You all know we're on a schedule. I'm disappointed in all three of you."

Yeowch. The comment was only made worse as a loud laugh rang out from Leona. Ambrosia made a mental note to get him back later.

Vil straightened himself out once more, resuming his more typical poise with a deep breath. "You two. You're doing laps again." There was a symphony of whines and annoyed sighs as Kalim and Jamil resigned themselves to their punishment. Ambrosia turned to give them an apologetic look as they began to walk off to wander the grounds yet again. Kalim flashed a reassuring smile, while Jamil all but rolled his eyes, his annoyed look settling upon Kalim instead. "And you," Ambrosia snapped their attention back to Vil, looking up at him with worry, "You're going to be joining Leona."

Ambrosia balked. "What? Wait I'm not doing anything outside of-"

"You're still dressing up and walking inside the gala, correct? It would be a shame if your sloppy demeanor were to give the entire team away." A wicked grin was spreading across Vil's features. "I think we should prepare just in case."

It was useless to argue, Ambrosia knew this well by now. "Fine! Fine. I guess there's worse things you could ask of me."

As they started to stomp over to accompany Leona in his balancing act Vil began to walk off to procure another vase for his newly appointed punishment. "As long as you're well aware of that."

Leona smirked as Ambrosia got closer. "Ready to get yourself sopping wet, herbivore?"

They rolled their eyes dramatically, earning the smallest of laughs from him. "You just want me to match you, don't even lie."

He scoffed now, rolling his shoulders in a slow stretch. "Match me? You'll be making me look leagues better."

Ambrosia was next to him now, giving the lion a playful shove. "That so? You'd better bring your A game when Vil gets us started then."

"Nah. I think I'll have you beat with my D game. I saw your lousy excuse for dancing with Kalim over there."

BRUTAL. "HEY, I'd like to see your dancing then. I doubt it's anything that would impress me."

"Impress you?" Leona huffed before grabbing their wrist, pulling them close as if he intended to sweep them off their feet this very moment. "I could give you a little twirl right now and have your jaw on the floor."

Ambrosia met his smirk with their own. "Is that so? Then by all means-"

"WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU TWO DOING?"

Ah. Whoops. It looked as if Vil's wrath was far from over.

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