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juuuulez · 2 months

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📰 | epilogue: capulet.

info: Carl Grimes x Saviour! Reader, 6 year timeskip, cute Judith moments, S10 Negan (aka Negan redemption arc), winter vibes because I wish it snowed where I live.

summary: Six years later, Carl and Reader consider what the future holds.

holy shit guys…it’s over! it’s done! writing this was so weird but also i’m very happy with the ending, and also getting to expand on Carl’s character beyond his death in canon was amazingly freeing.

i’ve got some requests to catch up on, but feel free to ask for stuff in the Capulet-canon! i’ll definitely go back to this and do little spinoff oneshots because they r very cute.

i hope you enjoy this as much as i did!

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Snow crunches under your feet as you treck back to Alexandria’s walls. A thin layer has dusted itself over your hair and shoulders, falling from the fabric of your jacket with each step. Slung over your back is a bundle of game: mostly rabbits, some squirrels, all tied up at the feet.

They’d designated you to checking the traps, a fairly mundane job that was mostly bearable, sans when the weather was this harsh. Having a small amount of freedom was nice at times, where you could be alone with the woods, though you knew someone was trailing nearby, shadowing your every move.

It didn’t hurt that much, knowing they didn’t trust you. You understood. But it sucked that it was these random assholes who hadn’t even been there during the war. Since when did they get a say?

Regardless, you felt relief as you arrived back home, if you could even call it that. The gates opened with a creak, allowing you inside, a familiar scene yet twisted in so many ways.

It had been six years since the war ended.

Six years of living in Alexandria, carefully under everybody’s watch. Of being torn down and scrutinised for mistakes you’d made as a teenager. Not that you’d call them mistakes, maybe that was your biggest flaw, being too prideful.

Someone comes to collect the bounty, to which you hand over the bundle, not before untying one of the rabbits you’d personally shot. That one would make your dinner tonight, besides, you’d been promising Judith a lucky rabbits foot.

The man doesn’t speak to you, though you aren’t offended. You’ve never been a big fan of small talk. In your opinion, there are very few you have the patience to converse with, and as long as they were still interested, then nobody else mattered.

Speaking of people important to you.

In the distance, you could spot Negan plowing snow along the main road that ran through Alexandria. You internally rolled your eyes, knowing that they’d been giving him stupider and stupider jobs recently.

There’s another figure, a young boy, who’s been tasked with watching him. He sits on a porch, a few feet away, kicking at the frosty ground.

“Hey, you wanna take a break?” You ask him, standing in front of the young male. The rabbit is still slung from your shoulder, along with the bow on your back.

He looks a little confused with the suggestion, and maybe offput that you’re talking to him. “No, I’m.. alright, thank you.” He attempts to brush you off, though clearly remains wary, almost unsettled by your presence.

You roll your eyes this time, not willing to continue this pointless back and forth. “Fuck off, okay? Just for a few minuets. Go waste your time somewhere else.” You demand.

Only a second of glaring down at the boy and he’s scurried off, likely to tell someone of your hostility. That’s one benefit, at least, that not many are willing to engage in a physical altercation with you, as they’d all heard stories of the war.

As you turn around, you catch Negan already watching you. A smile spreads onto your face, despite his rugged appearance, and the snow all over your jacket.

“You’re gonna be in deep shit for that one, you know?” He tells you, as if it isn’t obvious, though his tone indicates that he is pleased to see you again.

Lately, you’d been finding Negan more often around Alexandria, usually gardening or doing some other boring maintenance task. Depending on who was around, you were even sometimes allowed to visit him in his cell.

It hadn’t been like that for a long time, though. For the first four years after the war, you weren’t allowed any sort of contact. It was hard, and you’d struggled with bouts of depression on particularly difficult days, but things were starting to look up again.

“I don’t really care.” You shrug, smile turning into a downright grin as you approach. “Can’t make me do anything worse than hunting in dead-winter.”

As you crossed the path, Negan’s smile grew tender. He extended his arm to you, palm cupping the back of your neck and thumb moving the snowy hair from your face.

Though he had many regrets, letting you get caught up in everything was the biggest. In many ways he felt like he’d failed his job, which was to foster and protect a young girl. Yet, time and time again, you were put in harms way.

“What about plowing snow?” Negan sarcastically suggests, leaning on the handle of his shovel. The notion made you frown, straightening out the blue shirt he wore.

“No jacket?” You question, brows furrowed while you looked up at him.

The concern on your face made Negan smile, having watched you grow from a reckless teenager to a conscious young woman. “Nah. I have thick skin, doll.”

Regardless, you roll your eyes, trying to swallow your concern as you look to the snowy path. “I’m gonna ask someone about getting you warmer clothes.”

“I should be the one that’s worried,” Negan points out, “Hunting in this weather? It’s like they’re tryna’ kill you.”

He says it with a slightly bitter tone, genuinely irritated despite the fact that you’ve lived quite comfortably in Alexandria over the years. More so than him, certainly. Yet, the concern makes you smile, regardless.

“Someone’s gotta do it,” You justify with a shrug, “Trust me, I tried to dodge. Been feeling kinda shitty recently.”

“Shitty?” He echos.

“Yeah. Just.. bleh, y’know?”

Negan gives you a stern look, “I don’t know.”

You roll your eyes, not wanting to worry him over something you’d already written off as insignificant. “Just feelin’ icky lately, maybe a bit nauseous. I think this weathers fucking me up.

This causes him to let up a little, though you don’t miss the smug grin on Negan’s face as he continues to shovel snow. “Don’t sound like the weather,” He remarks, “Sure you aren’t pregnant? You and Carl are probably breedin’ like bunnies now you’re living together.”

The vulgar attitude never usually phased you, but this time your brow furrowed, glaring over at the man. “Don’t be gross.” You grumbled.

Luckily, Negan lets up, knowing this may be a soft spot for you. “Fine, I’m just teasing, doll. But you’ll tell me if it gets worse?”

“Yeah,” You agree, hoisting the supplies on your back a little higher. “I’ve gotta go get this rabbit skinned. And I’ll see about that jacket, okay?”

In return, he gives you a semi-enthusiastic thumbs up, though you know the emotion isn’t there. It makes you smile. You’ve truly missed him over these years, and seeing the toll imprisonments had on his attitude is jarring.

Nonetheless, you treck further into the community, locating your place. The small house sits near the back end, away from the main commotion, which you’ve grown to appreciate over time. Originally, you stayed there with Aaron, who was tasked with keeping an eye on you.

Then it was Rosita, and occasionally Tara. Back then, you were equally rude and hostile, and made a point to prove your disdain towards the entire situation. Of course, over the years, those walls melted away and you were forced into a state of acceptance.

Now, there was nobody watching over you. At least not in the safety of your own home. With the rate he was over, Carl practically lived there, though you knew he just didn’t like being in his own house with Rick gone. You’d understand how that would be unsettling.

The door creaked when you opened it, the haul causing you to bump it open with your hip. You dumped the bag at the door, and managed to unhook the bow with one hand.

You ventured further inside, intending to throw the dead rabbit onto the back porch to skin it. But you barely made it three steps down before your mission was halted, two arms snatched around your waist and tugging you back into a firm body.

“Jesus,” You huffed, “I didn’t hear you.”

Carl looks down, eyeing the left side of your head, completely flattened with the absence of an ear. “Shit. Sorry.” He apologised, having momentarily forgot in his haste to greet you.

The injury had thankfully healed, but your eardrum was ruined beyond repair. You were completely deaf from one side.

“I’m also wielding a dead rabbit, so watch out.” You remind him, shimming in his hold so that you’re face to face, though you hold the rabbit at an arms length away from his body.

“Then.. is this a bad time to kiss you?” He asks, and though it sounds genuine, the little smirk on his face indicates that your answer doesn’t matter.

You roll your eyes, a smile growing on your own face. Somehow, after all these years, you still get all bashful. “Never a bad time.”

No matter how much time passed, his lips would always feel perfect on your own. Carl kissed you like you were precious, made of porcelain, and the idea that someone was capable of being so gentle excited you. That, and it let you take control, something you lacked in your current life.

You shimmied your spare hand out of the snowy glove, so that you could wrap it around his neck. Lately, Carl had been letting you trim his hair, though you opted to keep it that same shoulder length, thinking it made him just adorable. He wore the bandage less, too, at least when at home.

Coming up for air, Carl pressed another tender kiss to your cheek, holding you a little closer. “Your hand is really cold.” He whispered.

In response, you dragged your palm over his face, squishing the cold flesh into his cheek. He groaned, finally letting go of you, seeeking reprieve from your snowy fingers.

You were finally able to continue down the hallway, though his footsteps followed right behind.

“Do you want to catch dinner with everyone?” He asked, “They’re cooking the rabbits down by the church.”

“I hate everyone.” You point out, bracing yourself against the cold air outdoors. There’s a metal peg hanging from the back porch, which you affix the rope onto, allowing the rabbit to dangle from its feet.

You can hear Carl has stopped behind you, leaning against the back door. “Besides, I think I wanna stay in. Still feelin’ kinda rough.” You say with a shrug.

It’s like a fish on a hook, where Carl can’t resist clinging to every little word you say. “Still? Do you need to see a doctor?” He suggests, worry in his tone.

Trying to ease his concern, you let go of the rabbit, giving Carl your full attention. “I don’t think so. I’m sure it’s nothing. A cold.”

Carl takes this as permission to dig deeper, wanting to find the root of this issue. He approaches, one hand settling on your hip, the other feeling your forehead. Though your temperature feels fine, he still remarks, “You don’t look like you have a cold.”

“Okay, genius. When did you get your degree?” You quip, the snappy attitude earning you an unamused glare, though it only takes a second before Carl is kissing your forehead, where his hand was.

It irritates you to no end that he’s so forgiving. But over time, Carl has learnt that you get defensive easily, expressed in irritated remarks that can turn borderline cruel. It’s his sign that something is wrong, but he needs to back off for the time being.

“I’ll skin the rabbit. You can lie down.” He suggests.

Your eyes narrow into a glare, not liking the insinuation that you can’t handle it. Though, you’re unable to be properly angry, knowing that he is trying to help. “Thank you.” You end up whispering in agreement, setting aside your pride for the time being.

With that aside, you decided to go and clean up from the hunt. There were little bloodstains on your jacket, so you left it hanging in the laundry for now, intending to deal with it later. Your boots were left at the door, and you quickly walked into the bedroom, intending to wiggle out of the snowy clothes.

Your hair was slightly damp, scalp a little sore from having it tied up all day. So, you padded into the bathroom, hoping to have a hot shower. But the second you looked in the mirror, you remembered what Negan had suggested. Albeit jokingly, but he still said it.

It was like a cruel history repeating itself. Being pregnant was a death sentance, in your eyes. Your own mother had died of birth complications, and that was before the apocalypse. That’s not to mention Lori.

Just the idea made you feel sick again. Scrounging through the bathroom cabinet, you found the beat-up packaging of a pregnancy test you’d stashed after finding it on a run. Just looking at it, all decorated in pink, made you feel worse.

You left it on the counter, hoping a shower would clear your head.

It didn’t.

The test was taunting you, staring at you through the foggy frosted glass of the shower. As much as you hated the notion, it wouldn’t leave your mind unless you got it over with. It was time to bite the bullet.

Still soaking wet from the shower, you fumbled with the box, hands shaking as you read the instructions. Whilst you peed into the little cup, you thought back to all the times you’d been intimate with Carl. The pair of you were relatively safe. But, maybe… maybe there’d been a few times you slipped up.

God, Negan was right. The pair of you were animals. It was like a late puberty, you couldn’t help it, you wanted to jump him at every opportunity. And now, this was your punishment.

A positive pregnancy test.

More like an execution date.

You spend a good ten minutes sitting on the bathroom floor, this indescribable weight on your chest. It gets heavier as time goes by, and you convince yourself that you may actually be unable to breathe if this continues.

Pulling on some clothes, you slowly inch from the bathroom, hair and skin still wet, though that doesn’t matter anymore. You can’t tell Carl, but at the same time, you need to.

You come to a stop at the back of the house, and before you can open the door, you notice Judith through the window. She’s sitting on the porch, talking with Carl as he attempts to skin the rabbit. His technique isn’t very good, but she doesn’t know any better. You hadn’t heard her come in, too busy wallowing in your own panic.

She stands, accepting a knife that Carl offers her, attempting to mimic his actions and take a chunk of fur off the rabbit. Judith struggles, not having the right angle, causing an uneven slice through the rabbits thigh.

Finally, you give in, pushing the door open. “You two are gonna butcher my rabbit.”

Judith turns to you, an eager smile on her face. She offers the knife, handle up like she’d been taught, “Show me?”

Though you accept the knife, Carl interjects, “She’s just had a shower, Jude.” He points out.

“It’s fine,” You assure them, rolling up the sleeves of your pyjama shirt despite the biting cold, “I’ll wash off with the hose. Now watch me, both of you.”

You teach the siblings how to properly skin a rabbit, explaining little tips and answering all of Judith’s questions. Though you’d come here to break some terrible news, you somehow find yourself feeling a little better. Watching Carl try and teach Judith something was heartwarming, and you wondered if he’d be this attentive with his own child.

That, and making Judith an aunt would be a gift in itself.

Later that night, you walk Judith back to her house, where Michonne was already waiting for her. She seemed relieved to know Judith was with you and Carl, given the girl had a tendency to investigate into some of the darker cracks of Alexandria.

There was still that one, heavy piece of information weighing on your mind. Though, it seemed to get lighter and lighter as time went on. When it came time to sleep, you were comfortably nestled against Carl’s side, your head resting on his shoulder.

The words were right there, on the tip of your tongue. It would be so easy to blurt out, yet you felt like doing some preemptive damage control.

“Would you ever wanna have kids?” You ask in a whisper, almost completely inaudible.

Given the circumstances, Carl finds the inquiry pretty strange. He shifts a little, laying on his side, so that you’re forced to face him.

“Maybe.” He says, though he sounds a little unsure of himself.

But maybe isn’t a no.

You stay silent for a moment, unsure of how to proceed now that you’ve gotten your answer. The silence causes Carl to grow curious, curious as to what has sparked this sudden interest.

“Do you?” He asks, looking you right in the eye, which makes you squirm a little.

Everything points towards your admission, but you can’t force the words from your mouth. So you just lay there, watching him, looking a little pent up and almost slightly guilty.

Fortunately, Carl isn’t stupid. He’s quite attentive, actually, especially when it comes to your health.

That, and he’d already found the empty test box in the bathroom, crumpled into the wastebin.

“C’mon.” He whispers, pulling you back into him, arms wrapped around your form. His hand makes its way into your hair, fingers twirling in the strands, keeping your head pressed firmly against his chest.

Carl swallows the lump in his throat, similarly unable to address the issue at hand. But maybe you’d rather he didn’t. “I love you, okay?” He ends up whispering, words uttered against the crown of your head.

You muster a little nod, shifting to worm your arms around his torso. You mirror his tone, quiet and hoarse, though that weight is finally beginning to disappear.

“I love you, too.”

#carl grimes x reader #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader #carl grimes #twd x you #carl grimes x you #negan smith x reader #the walking dead #negan smith

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gaycrittercentral · 11 months

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They're done!! also fuck you tumblr how dare you eat ALL THE INFO I JUST PUT IN HERE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

sigh. Anyhow here they are!! My first stab at drawing the seven heavenly virtues AU, which was actually going to be a set of references for a different drawing of them, but then I ended up coloring these instead. Lmao I'll finish the other drawing another time. All that's missing here is Max drooling over them all fjkdsljgslk;fhsh

Also, my handwriting fuckin' sucks so feel free to check the alt text/image description if you need a translation! Anyhow I'm boutta ramble about them a LOT so the rest is under the cut hehe

I'll be the first to say that color is not my strong suit, or at least that I'm not confident in my color choices, but I'm honestly pretty happy with how most of these turned out! probably my favorites are Chastity, Patience and Kindness, just because they get to be a bit unique (and also because conceptually I like them a lot hehe). I almost feel bad giving my favorite color to Diligence bc he's a loser, but whatever, somebody had to get it and he fit the vibe best lmao. Also, funnily enough, he and Temperance are the only ones who ended up having the same hue as their vice counterparts! Weird, huh? Oh actually there's Humility and pikaflute's Pride, they're both indigo teehee. But yeah, I wanted to match colors with the vibe of each virtue, so it didn't end up being a one to one thing with the vices.

Btw I kinda based Patience on that one episode of the cartoon where Sam passed out for fifteen years and woke up a monk, lol. But also I just reeeeally wanted to put him in that bathrobe, also from the cartoon, because um. Well. um. open bathrobe Sam....I don't even like men but like.......

Also there's a roll of toilet paper behind Humility because he's locked in the bathroom, poor baby. Oh and it didn't come out all that clear but that's a trowel Kindness has in his hand, he's helping with about a million things at once fjkdlsgjdlskh. I'm love him

Oh and tbh while I like most everybody, I really think I need to give sin Sam a more original design. Like, let's be honest, if he had some five o' clock shadow, no hat, and his tie back, then he's just noir Sam. And that's great I guess because we all know noir Sam was hot, but like, I don't wanna just ride his coattails. For that matter, if anybody has ideas for potential redesign elements, I'd be interested in hearing them! Can't promise I'll go with them because I'm horrifically picky but I'd love to hear anyhow hhhhfkdlsjfldshfs

ummm and that's it I can't think of anything else to say and I've kept myself up entirely too late doing this so hope y'all enjoy byeeeeee

#also sin sam absolutely shoplifted that spiky collar from a hot topic lmao. I'm keepin that #oh and temperance probably has a liver-shaped patch on him somewhere I just didn't include it lmaoo #sam and max #sam and max freelance police #freelance husbands #my art #seven heavenly virtues au #oof. I shoulda been asleep ages ago. pray for me at work tomorrow shjgksdlfsh

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rock-n-serval · 17 days

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2.1 Penacony thoughts [part2]

**Spoiler warning** Covering up until we switch to Acheron’s POV alongside Welt (not their first conversation but actually playing as her, hence the cover photo), so be kind to yourself and look away if you haven’t reached that point yet. Brace yourself once more; I’m going to ramble.

First things first, this whole shrinking down scene where we traverse through a model of Penacony was so odd. Poor Ratio had to be rolling his eyes so hard just watching a tiny Aventurine run around like that.

I feel like we didn’t learn much about Sunday last patch, but hearing him speak about how orderly and presentable we should be at all times really fits his personality. The pretty boy certainly knows how to look good and leads me like him even more..

But only for a moment as he then uses some Harmony trickery against Aventurine so he’s forced to answer his several questions truthfully, or at least that’s the feeling I got from watching this interrogation. Seeing this was quite interesting to me because there’s this anime call No Guns Life where a character by the name Tetsuro has an ability called “harmonie” which allows him to control other extends (robots basically) and they way the anime shows it looked very familiar with all the color.

Moving on, Sasuke Uchiha vibes are coming in strong with our gambler being a potential sole clan survivor, not to mention Aventurine admitting his love toward his family is something he values more than himself. Also, I don’t like this bird.. sitting there, keeping an eye on everything, even during Aventurine’s chat with Sparkle later on. I know the Family has a big Nightingale theme going on but still. Big Brother (or in this case the Family) always watching hm?

NOPE. Any small hope I had for Sunday being someone we could safely trust has flown straight out the window with this sinister smirk of his, no matter how handsomely good it makes him look here.

I love that no matter what is going on or who he’s talking to, Ratio always manages to mildly insult others without a care in the world.

So stuff about the Cornerstones gets revealed, how all Ten Stonehearts have one of their own and how very important said stones are to them, so what on earth was Aventurine doing with both his and Potaz Pazto Topaz’s? Also found it interesting how closely hers resembles Qlipoth’s body when she isn’t a Preservation unit like Aventurine is.

Sunday then gives Aventurine only 17 system hours to live and he has to spend it solving Robin’s case with little to no outside help or hints on where to begin. Talk about immense pressure. Let my man gamble in peace!

And if all that wasn’t enough to make me start feeling bad for our fancy man, we get a sad backstory featuring his sister and even learning how both their parents died! Because OF COURSE they’re setting me up to get upset about him for some reason later on in the story and now I’m so terrified because if I learned anything from anime it’s that these kinds of flashback are major red death flags.

The feeling of joy came back to me though upon seeing Topaz show up. Despite Aventurine being around and all the mentions of the IPC, I honestly wasn’t expecting her to visit Penacony at all, but I’m very pleased to see her again! She definitely grew on me after that one quest in Belobog and even though she doesn’t have access to most places on Penacony like her coworker currently does, it’s nice she’s willing to lend a helping hand to us.

It doesn’t settle well with me that none of the Bloodhounds know who Gallagher is. Ain’t he supposed to be top dog around here and in charge?

Oh red text, why must you haunt me so easily? Imagine how different all of Penacony would feel if we had the option to completely turn off subtitles. People would definitely have various opinions regarding Acheron if they knew of her ominous words or not.

I wanna chalk this up as a HI3 reference, but I can’t be sure as I’ve never played. If so, I love how they can toss in hints about Welt’s past like this.

And hers.. I imagine bits and pieces would line up with her past one way or another too.

A little while after that, we cut back to Black Swan and y’all, we FINALLY get some sort of Boothill interaction in the story! Only audio for now but I’ll take it!

Hearing about bullets, him getting annoyed about Acheron being a “galaxy ranger” and the Hunt path are wonderful ways to confirm who it is and I can’t wait to eventually see him in game.

Seems like he isn’t too thrilled with Acheron though and of course, he too knows of her Emenator status. There goes my brief hopes of them being in friendly terms and seeing them work together I suppose.

This item that Ratio gives Aventurine before he suddenly disappears (again) and how it features one of his voicelines.. hilarious. It’s like it was spoken specifically for Aventurine and no one else.

I may be a little stupid.. do we know who the other mute is? The one dead is clearly Robin, but surely the other can’t be Sunday right? He spoke perfectly fine. I’m thinking back to all the Penacony characters we’ve met and they all sound fine, aside from Sam but he’s robotic so naturally he would sound a bit different yea? Maybe we haven’t met this other mute yet, I dunno. The “again” part of Sparkle’s line makes me feel like we have met them at least once.

Sweetie, how the fuck did you manage to sneak such a dangerous device into Penacony?? Even Aventurine is concerned about how the Family doesn’t know of it.

Okay.. so the whole flashback with Aventurine being bought as a slave and used to gamble for his master is tough. I know many people speculated what the mark on his neck said, and majority did think “slave” was written, but man, the hint didin’t make this story any easier to hear. Being blessed with luck ain’t always a good thing hm? Hearing the guy say “all or nothing” and learning from Topaz about how that phrase is now Aventurine’s mantra.. oh boy.

Siobhan is gorgeous and if she was playable I’d definitely pull for her.

SERVAL MENTION HUZZAH! I’m aware they mentioned my girl during the livestream and how they’re both the rebellious ones in their respective families, but Siobhan actually wanting to meet her? Oohhh~

Okay but the fact we’re encountered so many deaths, during the many story and side quests, in a short amount of time shouldn’t be normal. The way he seems so indifferent about it too.. “so what?” like sir, people are dying.

Oh, we did indeed receive one as well. That was the invitation, wasn’t it? I thought the music box Acheron stole from Duke was something different and special for different reasons. Nevermind.

I seriously need to check back into the creepy dream we experienced last time after Sparkle knocked us out, where we encountered that memory zone meme and listen to all the shouting we heard of this Mikhail guy. I figured he had to be someone important, but the Watchmaker and betrayer of the Family? Oh dear.

I bet you anything it’s Misha. Working behind the scenes in the hotel this entire time would definitely be an effective strategy, and his technique outside battle literally stops time and that seems like the perfect kind of ability for someone named “Watchmaker.”

Gallagher wondering if this certain person is real or not is another reason I think it’s Misha because apparently no one notices his presence at all. During that one scene with us, Firefly, Acheron, Misha & Clockie last past, the girlies didn’t acknowledge Misha at all. Only us and Clockie spoke to the boy. In return, Clockie is only seen by us and Misha as well. So that’s just strange.

For a moment I wonder if Misha is actually like.. a ghost of sorts and we’re just going insane seeing visions of people and cartoon characters everywhere. But that’s all stuff I shall find out later. Hopefully. If the story decides to answer my many concerns.

(originally written on 3/28)

#honkai star rail #sunday #aventurine #acheron #black swan #sparkle #gallagher #gameplay #rnsposts

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epithet-beloved · 6 months

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CALIFORNIA SLIM + ALCATRAZ HALLOWEEN HEADCANONS

synopsis… You celebrate Halloween with your favorite ghost! And Slim is there too, I guess.

ft. California Slim, Alcatraz

tags… anime campaign, Halloween shenanigans, can be read as platonic or romantic, banter (with Slim), Alcatraz in a dress because I said so, no spoilers but there’s a sneaky reference to something if you squint

word count… 831

a/n… Hello everyone! Hopefully I’ll be able to get around to some requests soon, but for now I wanted to provide you all with a special Halloween treat! ✧ 🦄

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Slim always just goes as himself. Never dresses up.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 It’s great for him because it’s the one day of the year he can walk around in public without getting arrested.

You resisted rolling your eyes as yet another person commented on the “accuracy” of the man’s California Slim “costume”.

“You hear that?” He turned to you, grin wider than ever. “They praised my attention to detail. Got the mouth scar makeup juuuust right.” He would drag his finger over said scar to emphasize, only to burst out into laughter afterwards. “You should take a page from their book and appreciate my genius for once.”

“You mean your laziness? Keep dreaming.” Despite your sarcasm, you were smiling too.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Alcatraz, however. He HAS to dress up every year and Slim hates it.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Alcatraz enjoys wearing dresses and I will spout this propaganda until the end of time. This year he insisted on being Cinderella, and you wanted to support him, so you decided to try and match the theme somehow. Whether you dress as Prince Charming, or just throw on a pair of mouse ears and call it a day, he’s so happy that you want to participate!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 It’s a whole new kind of difficult to get this clunky set of armor into an extra large costume, but it’s worth it to see him admire himself in the mirror.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Slim mostly just whines and complains about Alcatraz and his childish costume ruining his “vibe”. But you retort that it helps him blend in better on Halloween, and he doesn’t bother to retort since as long as he’s getting candy he doesn’t care.

“Did we really have to bring him?”

Before you could even snap back at him, Al piped up politely. “Well, you can’t really help it anyway, so—“

“Wasn’t asking you.” Seeing that bantering with the ghost would get him nowhere as usual, Slim would instead sidle up to you and eye your pillowcase full of goodies with interest.

“Got any peanut brittle in there? Since you probably don’t want it anyway, I’ll just be a kind soul and take it off your hands ever so generously—“

“Hey! Don’t touch my stuff!”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 My personal belief is that Slim is an absolute fiend for peanut butter. Especially peanut butter/chocolate combos. Stuff like Buckeyes especially are favorites.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Al can’t really eat candy, per se, but you can slot some skittles into his helmet and he’s just happy to be participating.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Conversely, if you’re giving out candy, do. Not. Let Slim do it. Just don’t

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He will scare the hell out of those poor kids, whether intentionally or unintentionally. Usually the former, though.

“Slim! Stop doing that!”

“What? They knocked on the door. They were asking for it.” Even as the potential trick or treaters ran in terror, he still had that shit eating grin plastered across his face like a decal. “You don’t actually wanna give all this candy away anyway, do you?”

“Yes I do, it’s called being nice. I am aware that you are unfamiliar, but at least try to get into a holiday spirit?”

And yet the actual murderer remained apathetic, rolling his (candy) cigarette between his fingers. “Hey, it’s called trick OR treat. Didn’t say it had to be treat.”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Al is a delight, though. As long as you keep Slim in check, he loves being able to interact with the trick or treaters. He gets a range of compliments, from one kid telling him how cool it is that he was a knight and a princess at the same time, and even a little girl in a princess costume telling him they were matching. You’re pretty sure it made his entire year.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 After the trick or treating hours are over, you and Slim stay up super late on a movie marathon. He insists on criticizing all the slasher movies and pointing out the inaccuracy of the gore.

“There’s no way her arm would get cut clean off like that! You’d need a bone saw or something, not some wimpy scythe!”

You were quite used to your companion’s morbid musings, but that didn’t mean you had to like them. “Quit it, I’m trying to pay attention.”

“I mean, what kind of serial murderer even uses a scythe? Cosplaying as a reaper is not an excuse for inefficiency.”

“You are constantly dressing for a period piece and use a bat.”

“Hey, don’t you talk that way about Hollywood. She gets the job done!”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He also eggs people’s houses. Mostly because he just doesn’t like them, but also for no reason at all. He just likes throwing eggs at the innocent and unsuspecting. Does some TP’ing too.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Wanted to egg his old boss’s house, but he ended up falling asleep on your shoulder. Plus, he doesn’t even remember who the guy is or where he lives, so all’s well that ends well.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Just make sure you wake up before him, or you might find your Halloween stash to be seriously diminished.

#🦄’s writings #California slim #california slim imagines #california slim x reader #alctaraz anime campaign #anime campaign alcatraz x reader #anime campaign alcatraz imagines #anime campaign

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keef-a-corn · 9 months

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I came across your blog while surfing the tfe bumblebee tag, and read some of your tfe posts. I would love to hear your rant if your still interested in sharing :) .

SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER TO ANSWER!

*insert the ‘you want to hear about my theories?!’ Audio from She-Ra*

This is the worst mistake you’ve ever made, thank you.

Now *cracks knuckles* Let’s talk about TFE Bumblebee. (all screenshots are unrelated, just wanted to spice up the post)

First and foremost- BEST VA CHOICE FOR BUMBLEBEE EVER. (With the exclusion of the beeping voice) I usually don’t like Bumblebee voice actors because somehow they’re always wrong. Like there’s always slightly off. But this time I think it was perfect.

Then you have his design- which is sinfully beautiful. He took ‘cute and hot’ put it into a blender and made it a new definition. That definition being ‘TFE Bumblebee’.

He’s a ten but he has cheese knees.

Now I cannot have a good thing without complaining about it, that’s just how I roll..

His relationships and decisions..

Him and Arcee? I love their siblings vibe, silly af.

Bee and Alex? 10/10

Bee and Breakdown? Gay. Gay af. So gay they don’t even know.

Like Bee and the other human Maltos usually just coexist. The Terrans see him as a teacher- that’s about it.

I WANNA KNOW BEE’S DYNAMIC WITH ELITA-ONE AND MEGATRON SCREEEEEE

Because I don’t fraggin know! We hardly see them interact.

ESPECIALLY Megatron and Bumblebee. We got one episode where they properly interacted and it was disappointing.

I want more Wheeljack and Bumblebee. I need them to have a dynamic too..

Now finally.. finally my least favourite dynamic.

What. The. Fuck. Is. Up. With. Optimus?.

Really?.

R e a l l y ?

I hate the running gag that Optimus never picks up Bee’s calls. Optimus is his mentor..

I hate to do it again-

Like during… episode 9? When Bee and Optimus were along they were making small talk. SMALL. TALK!

WHY THE FRAG WERE THEY MAKING SMALL TALK?! OPTIMUS STOP LEAVING YOUR CHILD ALONE FOR SO LONG YOU HAVE TO MAKE SMALL TALK!

(I strongly believe Bee could've fit)

Okay- as for the decisions..

Can we leave the ‘not gonna get stronger characters/characters in charge to help’ prompt in the past? PLEASE?!

If you’ve read my TFP ep notes, you’ll know I find it annoying when they don’t involve Optimus in situations that he needs to be involved with by excusing it as ‘him being busy’.

I hate how often in happens in TFE- especially so when related to Bumblebee.

Like why did he choose not to call Optimus, Megatron, or Elita-One during Family Matters?! Or during episode 17 & 18?! Why did he claim he didn’t have time to caLL FOR HELP AND INSTEAD RECRUITED THE CHILDREN?!

Because no one would help.

Because he’s called Optimus in times of need and he wouldn’t help because he wouldn’t pick up.

That better be it.

I want little Bee boi taking on too much because he doesn’t trust the older bots anymore. Not because of GHOST, but because he doesn’t believe they’ll actually commit.

Also as another person mentioned to me once- It's annoying how when he's absent literally no one cares. Like come on! BE SAD! ACKNOWLEDGE HIS ABSENCE!

I sincerely hope that in the future of this show they give Bee a proper recovery arc and give him a bit of a rescuer complex (Or saviour complex- either way the idea that Bumblebee feels the a desire to help others, that he's responsible for their safety yadda yadda yadda.) Final point, and this is just a general- I hope they give the other bots survivors guilt. I just think that should be thought about. Sorry this took forever to share, I started writing then I never got back to it-

#transformers #maccadam #tfe bumblebee #tfe #I just talk about bumblebee #it's so incoherent #I had no guide #I'm sorry #ask #ask me #like go ahead #ask more questions #Broader questions/guides will be less structured #sorry

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candythepuppy · 1 year

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Insanely basic tips for writing fights:

So... You wanna throw some characters at other characters and tell them to kill each other, huh? Well, in order to make all that interesting, ya gotta consider these tips first.

1. I've been in martial arts for over six years and animation for just as long. So of course I'm going to suggest you plebs do a little research first. Wanna know how it feels to punch someone? Punch someone. Wanna know how it feels to get punched? Come over to my place.

Even learning simple stuff like rolls, stretches, differing exercises, and the most basic of techniques can help out a ton. At the very least, it'll keep people from making this face at you: ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

You don't have to go all out like me, but at least learning the fundamentals of physics and how certain injuries will affect the fight can help. Take these fun little tip for example: there's a vein on the neck that, when hit properly, will make you instantly pass out. It only takes eight seconds to choke someone out to the point of fainting as long as you're holding them right..and if you keep it up, then just wait five minutes and they'll be dead. Anywhere in-between can give them serious head injuries they'll likely never recover from. There are a thousand more, but I'll stop there. Trust me. I've learned more about biology from karate than from actual Biology class.

2. I feel like this is also a given, but at the very least, know what your surroundings are. Find ways to implement the setting into the fight creatively.

Example: two people are fighting in the desert and one tosses sand into the other's eyes. Or, two people are fighting in that same desert, but the one currently losing is being shoved into the sand, choked alive by all the granules.

Also please remember that when your characters are in extreme heat or freezing settings, they will fight differently. Maybe it's even the setting itself that is slowly killing the fighters, and the battle is really all about who can last the longest.

At the very least, I'd suggest you do two things in case you have a hard time with this one. (1) gather images of the setting, or at least settings like it. Then, take note of all the elements, obstacles, and even ambiance involved. (2) pick out objects to scatter about the setting that your characters can later pick up and use in the fight. Just make sure they have to do with the setting.

3. The destination of the fight can greatly impact the "vibe."

In the sky: superman level fights, typically very grandiose, larger than life, and impressive (even if written realistically). These are great locations for if/when you're trying to make your character look cool in some way.

On top of buildings/canyons: similarly grand but with more emphasis on stakes. You typically want that sense of uneasiness every time the main character sways or is knocked a little too far away. These scenes are often used around a climax thanks to the perfect level of grandiose tension and realism. It's a great way to get your character on edge and reveal their true feelings, mainly fear.

On the ground, outside: these fights are often much more grounded than most. Often deals with a lot of running/trying out other options beyond fighting. Typically, you're trying to establish what kind of a fighter your character is in these fights + what their morals may be.

On the ground, inside: oddly enough, this is where it gets personal. Mostly because I usually think of someone's home or a grocery store where every action means something. This is typically where the most drama takes place. I'd definitely suggest you lean into the importance of the setting they are fighting in much more than the setting of other fights. (This is also where every word counts.)

Underground: by far one of my personal favorites. The claustrophobia one can draw from these settings is truly something else. The most grounded of any other fight setting. This is where I like to strip the flashy powers and magic from my characters and let them brawl the old fashioned way, getting dirty and going all out. Down here, every punch matters.

There are of course more, but these are the basics!

4. Similar to the first step, please know how the weapons your characters are using work!

5. And of course no fight is complete without (A) build up, (B) understandable reasons for the characters to fight, and (C) clear stakes/what would be lost or gained if either were to lose. Remember, a fight is just an argument acted out. Keeping that in mind will make the whole process so much easier.

Anyways, that's just about it. I could ramble some more, but these are supposed to be the basics!

Anyways, I hope to see you guys again. Thanks for your time. And, seeya!

#writing tips #writing #how to write #how to write fight scenes #fight scenes #action scenes #basic tips

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croctus · 1 day

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how would you improve each datable NPC in Stardew Valley?

i was bewildered for a moment before i remembered i was talking shit about them on this blog previously haha! let me see. i think most of them i have issues with just act 10 years younger than they are- so there are a few ways this can be changed?

also keep in mind i adore stardew and really do like these characters even just as they are, im just a hater lol

judging hard-

Alex

i honestly think this guy could be GREATLY improved if he were actively taking care of his grandparents. maybe we see him out walking with them, on the roof doing repairs before a rainy day, running errands for them or cooking for them, etc. boy spends half his time staring at his dog in a household of two elderly disabled folks who could use him. even a teenager could take notice and offer to help.

Abigail

shes one of the most childish unfortunately lmao. i think one of the most glaring is she goes extremely hard in an easter egg hunt against two preschoolers- maybe if she instead tried to help one of them win but got a little competitive about it, thatd be cute? idk. additionally she could work part time at the store, or at the guild, or clint's, it'd fit her character.

Sam

i get the player interactivity elements but what kind of goober goes through all the work to put a band together but doesnt know what genre they wanna play, unless theyre just a teen interested in the aesthetic of a band. it comes across sorta inauthentic. boy rolls his eyes and grumbles when his mom asks him to help clean a fish, too. cmon man, youre grown.

Sebastian

both sam and seb suffer from the same 'gawwd stay out of my room MOOOM' sort of vibes- maybe if they had an apartment together but still regularly visited their parents for dinner theyd come across as a little more grown (not to say that like, living with parents is inherently childish but how they interact with their folks comes across that way). he also really shouldn't be taking his angst out on his opinion of his half sister, and maybe if he had a little more of a solid adult go-plan than 'im gonna run away to the city' hed seem more mature.

could b better-

Shane

i dont want to be harsh on this guy but he sort of backslides after marriage hardcore. depression isnt a singular uphill climb but at least he could show hes still working on it- the occasional mention of a talk with a therapist, or cleaning up a little after himself, etc. maybe trying to eat a little better when living on a farm lol.

Penny

shes fine, other than the scene w/ george: pushing his wheelchair without asking and then HE apologizes/the scene fames this action as a good thing and you lose points with her if you point out it's rude. sometimes in trying to help people, you dont always do the right thing for them - that would be a little more nuanced for her.

im just picky-

Elliott + Harvey

theyre fine? maybe itd be fun if elliott went on some book tours or somesuch in the winter regularly after marriage, and harvey joined a plane hobbyist group or smth. they have a lot of personality but an issue a lot of these characters have is they just sort of putter out after marriage

Leah + Haley

this game has a lot of redheads lol. leah is fine though, and haley is cute. like other npcs id just want them to find their own independent success with their artistic skills- maybe letters come in the mail occasionally to them congratulating them on photos/sculptures making it into magazines, etc, to show they still have their own things going on

Emily + Maru

they're fine, i just like older/fanmade versions of their sprites more lol

#long post #ramble ramble #thank you for asking!!!#pls do not take my opinions seriously

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emmerrr · 5 months

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fic tag game

thanks for the tag @kelliealtogether !

How many works do you have on ao3? 106

What’s your total ao3 word count? 677,888

What fandoms do you write for? The Raven Cycle/The Dreamer Trilogy, All For The Game

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? The Road To Nowhere / Yes, Coach / Stay / The Bones of You / You go your way, I'll go your way too -- all AFTG fics. it's funny, i feel like i'm more 'known' (for want of a better word) for trc/pynch fics and i've certainly written more of them, but almost all of my aftg fics are considerably more popular if we're going by kudos.

Do you respond to comments? i used to reply to every single one without fail but it started to make me really really anxious at a time when i was writing a multi-chapter fic, because some comments really don't warrant a reply, but i got into a mindset of 'well if i reply to one comment i have to reply to all of them' and then i realised that i don't, actually! also i'm allergic to notifications so as soon as i read them i mark them as read, which makes my brain happier but also means i'm more likely to forget to reply. i always reply if someone asks a question, and i do try to at least reply to the first chunk of comments i get on a new fic though!

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? probably burning bright right 'til the end

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? head over heels immediately comes to mind. also kick start my rock and rollin' heart. but tbh almost all my fics have happy endings, that's just how i roll. (also a lot of them are short oneshots that are less about narrative and more about vibes, so they don't all necessarily feel like they have endings as such!)

Do you get hate on fics? nope, i've been pretty lucky so far!

Do you write smut? i very occasionally write smut-adjacent lmao, but not really

Do you write crossovers? no, they don't really interest me

Have you ever had a fic stolen? i hope not!

Have you ever had a fic translated? yes, one. i've been asked quite a lot as well and my answer is that i'm fine with my fics being translated (with credit obviously) but only if they're being posted on ao3, i don't want them on any other site.

Have you ever co written a fic? nope

What’s your all time favourite ship? i mean i've definitely written more pynch than anything else, but i ship a lot of things!

What’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? i don't wanna say that i'll never finish any of the fics i've started in earnest -- if i liked an idea enough that any of it all made it out of my head and onto a page then there's hope for it in the future. i'll get to them when i get to them!

What are your writing strengths? dialogue. it always comes the easiest to me. a lot of my fics start from conversations that popped into my head, then i get to write the situation to get that conversation to happen which is the tricky part!

What are your writing weaknesses? everything else! idk, world-building i guess? i don't think i'm that great at descriptions. i can do all the internal character feelings and emotions and stuff, it's just the external that i stuggle with.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? i haven't done it but i'm not like, against it?

First fandom you wrote for? technically lotr before i knew what fanfiction was, and i printed it out lmaoooo. i have no idea what happened to it i think i probably threw it away.

Favourite fic you’ve ever written? at the minute? Caught By The Light. ask me tomorrow and my answer will probably change!

not sure who's already been tagged, so if you haven't yet and you wanna do it, consider yourself tagged!

#tag games #fanfic stuff #trc #aftg

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gretavanheatabove · 2 years

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smokin’ sammy

just dumping a fic i never posted here! i wrote it sometime this past winter so it does not scream a summery vibe, but def a cozy vibe, hope u like it!

18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!!!

pairing: sam x fem reader

word count: ~4,000

summary: a one-shot in which fem reader and sam get high and get busy ;)

Sammy shuts the passenger door behind him and grins over at you, lifting your purse from the floor and holding it in his lap. “Can we crank the heat, please? My buns are freezing!” You smile back, nod, and adjust the knobs on the dashboard. Sammy reaches over your head to the sleeve of CD’s on the visor and pulls one out, inspecting it thoroughly. Maybe it’s just the heat kicking in, but your face feels flushed, and you hope your music taste is up to his standards. He sees you eyeing him and suddenly becomes mock-serious.

“Hmm….” He mumbles, turning the disc over in his hands but careful not to touch the reflective surface. “I suppose this will do.” He shoots a wink at you and puts the disc in the drive. A mellow romantic song begins playing, one that always reminds you of summer. Right now, it’s just above freezing and there’s snow sticking to the ground. This time of year, the sun sets so early that 6 pm feels like midnight. You pull out of the lot and begin the drive back home.

After a minute or so of contemplative listening to set the mood, you bring up your plans for the evening. “So, Sam, I picked up something for us to share tonight. I just missed you so much today, I figured we can waste a little time together? It’s in my bag there.” While cigarettes aren’t exactly your thing, you and Sam share plenty of other smokable substances. And, god, he looks so good smoking. It must be a combination of drawing attention to his lips, exhaling thick clouds, and the way his eyebrows gather in focus. Truly something to behold.

Right now, though, his eyebrows are raised and his mouth is open with that sweet smile, revealing his top row of teeth. “You did? I love you!” His hand found the back of your scalp and he began massaging it as you drove. Sam seems to really like receiving gifts, not because he likes “stuff”, but because he likes to know you were thinking of him and thought he would like something. You often bring him pretty rocks, a fun shirt, or some kind of small-batch beer he hasn’t tried before. He just lights up. But his favorite kinds of gifts, of course, are ones he can share with you.

“Wanna smoke when we get home?” You question, already knowing the answer to follow.

“Yes, please!”

You pull in the driveway shortly after, and the music stops when you remove your keys from the ignition. “Wait, it was in the middle of that song! Can we finish the song at least?” Sam must have been more interested in the CD he picked than you thought. His hand leaves your hair and lands on your knee, keeping you in the car with him. He gives you the biggest and softest puppy eyes he can muster and says, “I’m feeling soft and romantic. Let’s listen to it.” Your heart melts on the spot, and the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. It never gets old, the sweet things he says and does to you.

You turn the car key two clicks, letting the battery power the radio. The car is still toasty, just the way Sammy likes it. “Baby, why don’t we smoke your surprise out here and keep listening? Then we can go in and put our comfy clothes on, have some hot cocoa?” He nodded enthusiastically at your suggestion. “Perfect.” He passes you your purse, never one to dig through without explicit permission and direction. You thank him and reveal a fragrant joint, expertly rolled. Putting it to your lips, you begin digging in your bag for a lighter, getting increasingly frustrated that one would not appear.

Sam opens the sunglasses compartment above and pulls out a blue Bic lighter, and another two joints fall out with it. You both laugh, though his is closer to a giggle, and he puts them back, turning to you and lighting the twirled tip of the paper for you. He looks at your eyes as you stare down, waiting to get to the green as the paper burns. When you realize he’s studying your face, you lock eyes for a couple seconds, sharing a soft gaze. You finally reach the green and pass the joint to him, and he gracefully accepts it between his long, calloused fingers.

He faces forward again, still taking in the music as he inhales deeply. Now it’s you who’s studying his profile. You love the way his nose swoops, the way his eyes squint and lips pucker. He exhales a faint cloud and the scent fully engulfs your noses. A cough that erupts from his chest, another big smile illuminating his lips and eyes. “Jeez louise!” He bursts into laughter and passes the j back to you, a few more coughs slipping out. His laughter is contagious and it takes a second to compose yourself before hitting it again.

The smoke makes its way down your lungs, the sweet flavor mixing with the smokiness of the burning paper. Your mind drifts to focus on the music playing, the soundtrack to your session. It’s soft, sweet, and heartfelt. Looking over at Sammy, you see he’s leaning back in his seat, reclined comfortably. You meet eyes again and smile under his gaze. Everything is feeling alright. You’re both relaxed, content, and very much in love with each other. And, after a few minutes, baked like a cake. You go silent, spacing out and enjoying the moment. Whenever you check back in, Sam’s giggling to himself about something. He makes himself laugh more than anyone else, but you’re a close second. Sweet boy.

The smoke stops, but you non-verbally agree to sit and finish the last two songs. After sharing a few sips of water, you lean in to Sam and he closes the gap with his lips. They were soft and warm, pushing up into yours. His mouth tastes like smoke, but at least it’s a much sweeter smoke than usual. He sets his right hand on your upper thigh and his left hand on the back of your neck, pulling you in even closer. You give in and move as close as you can, center console preventing things from getting too heavy. You stick to slow kisses, just enjoying the sensation of touch. You lace your fingers in his hair, too, trying to lessen the height gap between you two. Chills dance across your skin.

As the final song ends, a comfortable silence rings out in its place. The next time you separate for air, you take a longer pause, forehead to forehead and eyes fluttering closed. You can feel Sammy’s breath shift as he starts to smile again, and the silence is ended. “Let’s go inside. I wanna get cozy with you.” Until he spoke, and your eyes opened, you didn’t notice that the air became frosty and your fingertips were chilly. You nod and gather your bag and keys, and the two of you quickly slip in through the front door.

Once safe inside, you both drop your coats and shoes. Sam sneaks his arm around your waist and nearly drags you to the bedroom. You turn on a bedside lamp and hear Sam call out, “Jammy time!” He digs through his bottom drawer, pulling out a pajama set with a paisley pattern and a button-up top. He yanks his socks off like they’d been hurting him all day and changes into his set. You grab fluffy socks, one of Sam’s t-shirts, and a very oversized hoodie. He’s already plopped on the bed when you finish, lying flat on his chest like a starfish. You climb to sit over his waist, pushing your fingers across his scalp. He groans, loving the sensation. “Baby, please do my neck after. So sore.” He mumbles.

You smile at his request and make your way down to his neck. He releases a deep sigh through his nose, melting at your touch. You love helping him relax after a long day of practicing. You wish you could be at every rehearsal, but you end up being the opposite of helpful most nights. Seeing you makes Sam want to finish up and come home, so you try to stay out of their way. Occasionally, though, you come by with dinner or beers to cheer the boys up.

“Want me do your back, buttercup?” You ask, putting pressure between his shoulder blades. Sam nods and props himself on his arms, awkwardly trying to undo the buttons of his top. You help him and shimmy the sleeves down his arms, leaving his back exposed before he plops back down. His smooth skin is decorated with little freckles and moles like the stars. You lean down and press a soft kiss to his shoulder before continuing to massage him. Though his eyes have closed and his face is smooshed into the mattress, evidence of a smile peeks through the corners of his eyes and his brows are slightly raised.

After a couple minutes, you leave a few more slow, soft kisses across his skin, something you like to do as a way to display your affection. You sigh and lay your face on his warm skin, leaving five quick kisses in the same spot over his spine. He giggles and mumbles into the blanket, “Hey, that tickles, ya rascal!” He reaches up and playfully swats at your arm, then he gently runs his fingers up and down it.

“Sorry, Charlie.” You climb off and roll next to him and he opens up to face you. He sighs and smiles, reaching over to boop your nose, and you realize how red his eyes are. You nose-laugh and move in to kiss him. First it’s soft and tender, but becomes more passionate. His hands find the back of your neck and pull you in, and you press your hands to his bare chest. You kiss long and hard, breathing heavily. You wrap a leg around his waist and your bodies are flush, but you wish you could be closer still. His hand slides down your back and finds the bottom of your oversized hoodie, reaching under to cup your ass and pull you in against him.

He speaks breathlessly through messy kisses, “Baby, let me taste you. Taste so sweet, I miss you.” You nod and finally pull away, sitting up to slide your panties down your legs. Once they’ve met the rest of the laundry in the pile, Sam pushes you onto your back and sits on his knees, then using a hand he separates yours. He licks his bottom lip and pulls it into his mouth, staring for a brief moment before his eyes flick back up to yours. He places his hands on your waist. His thumbs rest over your hip bones, tracing small circles with light pressure. He leans down and you feel him softly exhale before his lips meet the wet heat between your legs. Your eyes shut and you’re reminded how high you still are. Sam licks with perfect pressure that makes you see stars.

He finds the perfect spot that makes you moan a drawn out “Uuuhhhhh,” and you latch onto his hair with a fist. “Baby, baby, baby,” you mumble under your breath. He pays close attention to your swollen clit, pushing little circles against it. You let out a quiet “Fucking fuck,” as your shoulders lurch forward and feel him smile against your pussy. His grip on you tightens and his thumb presses into your hip, holding you down to the bed. You peek down at him and his eyes are still smiling as he works on you, crude wet noises fill the silence created by the snow falling outside. Sam would do nearly anything to draw moans and swears from you. You grow impatient wanting to touch him and call out, “My turn to give, Sammy.” He doesn’t give up, though, he just looks up at you with his eyebrows nearly touching. He gives a “mm-mm” before pulling away, the cold air clinging to your wetness in place of his mouth. You let out a quiet whimper at the loss of contact and sit up.

Sammy gets up and finishes undressing, revealing his hard cock. The tip glistens with pre-cum, a mouth-watering invitation to your tongue. You scoot towards him and reach out a hand, but he steps to the side and climbs next to you on the bed. His lips hang open in concentration as he directs your limbs around him, laying you down on your side. He lays down in front of you, his head propped up by your waist and his feet at the head of the bed. You caught a glimpse of his filthy soles as he inches down more and pulled your legs around his head. Remind someone to clean that floor later, you think. He buries himself in your pussy, resuming his earlier pace, his arms around your ass and pulling you close. His cock now hangs in front of your face and your lips part. You wrap your arms around his waist and begin licking up the pre-cum. He hums into you and the vibrations only add to the incredible sensation of him between your legs. You lick up his length from the base up and slap your face with his cock a few times before taking the tip into your mouth with gentle suction.

Sam continues his feast while enjoying how warm and welcoming your mouth feels while he fills it up. You take him deeper and deeper, sucking harder now and bobbing your head. The sounds of slurping, smacking, and your quiet gagging filled your ears, only making you wetter and wetter. His cock hits the back of your throat a few times as you concentrate on breathing through your nose. It’s hard to focus with a foggy head and the two fingers Sam slips inside you. He begins curling them just so, forming a rhythm. Hitting the perfect spot, your moan is muffled by his cock in your throat. He continues pushing into your g spot as you lose your focus and pull off him. You try to keep up at least a slow pace stroking his cock, but it doesn’t last.

Your moans grow louder and louder and your eyes screw shut as you try to focus on the filthy sound of your soaking pussy being finger-fucked. “M-more baby, harder faster please please,” you beg, already feeling close to your orgasm. His focus leaves from his mouth as his fingers take the lead. You whimper and your leg twitches. You peek at Sam to see the delicious look on his face as he conducts his business. His mouth still hangs open, jaw tense, and strands of hair hang over his dark eyes. Your viewing is cut short by three pumps of his fingers tossing you over the edge. Your eyes clamp shut again, your body convulses, and you let out a strangled moan expressing just how well he’s done. Your hands grab onto his leg and he keeps pumping while you ride the full length of your orgasm. It passes and leaves you breathing heavy for a minute or so.

When you finally sit up, Sammy’s standing next to you drinking from a glass of water. You stare as his silhouette is backlit, his messy hair hanging down. He pushes it back into place just so as he gulps down a few more sips. You look him up and down and he appears relaxed, his breath even and his cock still hard. Your eyes catch here for a moment and he looks over at you, passing you the water. “Drink up, buddy. We’re not done yet.” He smiles at you with soft eyes watching you drink. He lays back on the bed the normal way, head in the pillows, taking himself into his hand and continuing without you until you’re ready. You watch his every movement in awe and swallow hard. “Climb aboard,” Sam instructs, patting his leg with his free hand.

You follow his directions and drape a leg over him. You place your hands on his shoulders and his hands find their home on your waist again as you hover over him. You reach a hand down and stroke him a few times before sliding the tip of his cock through the folds of your pussy. You whine as you run it across your clit and slap it a few times leaving Sam groaning impatiently as he ached for you. “Alright, alright, you done teasing?” You smile playfully and briefly consider torturing him just for asking, but decide against it. His eyes look black as he gazes up at you, and you can’t resist anymore.

“I am.” You spread your wetness down the length of his cock with your hand and sink down onto it, inch by inch. You hiss quietly as he stretches you and fills up your tight pussy oh-so perfectly. He moves a hand to the back of your neck, supporting it as your head falls back into his touch. You sigh, deeply and contently. Sam is a little less content and leans forward to decorate your exposed neck with soft, wet kisses. You come back to Earth and begin rocking back and forth on him, then shifting your knees a little better underneath you, you begin a bounce. He groans and closes his eyes, his free hand exploring your back and reading your skin. “Uh, shit,” you hear him mutter. His voice is hardly audible over the wet slapping of your skin against his balls. You switch up your angle a bit in search of the right spot and he starts fucking up into you. Your head falls forward towards his and he hits your g spot again. “Shit, Sammy baby, feel so fucking good,” you gasp.

“Your pussy’s so tight and wet for me baby, love how you feel.” You whine at his words, and feel glad you got him going. You love dirty talking and getting each other worked up.

Your hands find his face and you leave a few open-mouthed sloppy kisses on his mouth as you both collide in rhythm. “You fill me up so good, stretching me out, s-so big Sammy-” You’re cut off by your own pornographic moan. Your words must spurn Sam on in his quest to fuck you stupid, because he pulls you in close to his chest and starts slamming into you in a quick rhythm. He keeps this pace for a minute before letting you loose.

“Come here.” He puts his hands under your ass where it meets your thighs and holds you over him, just the tip of his cock still inside you. You push all your weight into his hands before he pulls them away, leaving you crashing down onto him. You cry out at the sensation and he moans, his eyes closing tightly. His hair spreads over the pillow beneath him and he looks absolutely ethereal under you. His hands lift your ass back up and reset you to fall back onto his cock again. Each time you drop is as intoxicating as the last and each draws a sound from you both. After a short while Sam lifts you off of him and pulls you by your legs to lay down. He hovers over you, leaning down to for fleety kisses. “I love you, I love you,” he spoke through his kisses. Your hands grow needs as one intertwines with his hair and the other traces down his body.

“I want more.” You wrap your legs around his waist and he lines himself up, and slides in slowly. “So perfect for me, you fill me just right.” He cups your face and finds his rhythm before kissing you again, more slowly but hard. Your teeth clash as he quickens his pace. He buries his head in your neck and you hear a heavenly moan escape his lips.

“Jesus christ, peanut, I’m gonna cum for you, okay?” You nod and lace his hair in your fingers again, this time holding a stronger grip to keep him muttering into your ear. “I’m gonna fill your little pussy with cum, baby, are you ready?”

You help him over the edge by dirty talking back. “Yes Sammy, please, I wanna feel your hot cum inside me, need it so bad, please please Sam!” You let loose several moans as his pace falters, he grunts, and slows down a bit. You feel the warmth inside you and you know he’s cum, hard. He stays in place above you and thrusts four more times before slowly sliding out. He stares down in wonder as his cum spills out of your pussy, and he catches some on his fingers. You open your mouth and put out your tongue so he can give you a taste. You suck his fingers clean with a pop and he kisses you once more.

“You want another, love?” His fingers ghost over your clit and cause you to shiver, the stimulation being too much. You shake your head and smile lazily, eyes squinting up at him. “You sleepyhead, huh?” You nod and sit up, wincing at the soreness. Sam grins and helps you up. “Go clean up real quick, I’ve got the bed.”

“Thank you, Sammy.” You scamper off to the bathroom, the air cooling down your bare skin. You wash up and brush your teeth, and head back to the bedroom to find Sam remaking the bed with clean throw blankets. He’s even refluffed the pillows. You come up behind him and he turns to face you, giving you a sleepy grin. He sits down and pats the bed.

“Come cuddles.” He scoots back into his side of the bed and crawls under the covers, opening them up for you to crawl in after him. You lay down and pull up the covers and he presses his chest to your back. He kisses you on the crown of your head and tangles his legs up in yours.

Though both tired, it’s still a bit early to go to bed. You sit in a moment or two of silence before Sam says, “Do you ever think about how, the sun and the moon are different sizes, but from Earth they look about the same? Such a weird coincidence.” You broke out laughing at where his mind had wandered, as though his dick wasn’t still pressed against your bare ass. He’s half hard, but he usually is during snuggling. It can make it difficult to sleep sometimes, honestly.

“I guess I never thought about it before. That is weird.” You settle back into his chest a bit more and wiggle your hips into place. He groans and nose-laughs, thinking you were trying for another round already.

“Settle down, girly. Just cuddle for a while.” He sighs and his breath tickles your hair.

“I know, I know, I’m settling. Promise.” You take a deep breath and catch Sam’s scent. Not the smell of his cruelty-free hair products or vegan hemp lotion, but his own personal scent that he leaves on his clothes, the sheets, your hair. “You smell so good. Did you happen to lock the door when we came in?”

He hums in thought and says, “No. Did you?”

You laugh. “No, I didn’t either. And we never had our cocoa!”

“Let’s get it later, I’m so cozy here right now. Just a nap and we’ll get up okay?” You nod and melt further into his warm skin, letting your sleepy haze quickly consume you.

You awake in the dimly lit room a few hours later, the lamp still on in the corner. Sam’s leg was over your waist and he had a hand cupping your tit. He snores a low snore. You imagine it would be less cute if it started waking you up, but luckily it never did. You shimmy out of his gangly limbs to get up and he stays dead asleep. You pull Sam’s paisley PJ pants off the floor and slide them on for some extra warmth. With a click you turn the lamp off and slither back under the covers, this time with your face buried in his chest. How sweet is he? you think, taking deep breaths of his scent and drifting back to sleep.

#sam kiszka #sam kizka smut #sam kiszka gvf #sam kiszka x reader #fluffy smut #gvf smut #Greta Van Fleet

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Blob

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Ok, so filler chapter, yup, I wanna get the story rolling and don’t really wanna struggle through writing ‘bonding moments.’ Bleugh.

Anyway, enjoy!

Word Count: 1,419

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, general exile arc stuff, ect.

Blob was an…interesting creature, Tommy had realized over the past few days. It didn’t seem to need, or particularly want, to eat or drink, even when Tommy tried everything he knew to get it to do so. He had been worried, because Tubbo had told him once that smaller animals could starve to death in about a week if they didn’t eat anything, but that didn’t seem to be the case with Blob. Whatever the little creature was, it just…didn’t need sustenance at all. It didn’t quite seem to breathe, either, at least, not in a way that Tommy could tell. Its body never moved as if it were inhaling air, and it could chirp and make noises constantly without pause.

It could also communicate with Tommy. Not like, with actual words, of course, but more like with…intent. Tommy didn’t know how else to describe it, but sometimes he could just get a feeling from Blob, to do this, or don’t eat that, or sometimes even just a general fuck you feeling, whenever Tommy was particularly annoying towards the creature.

It was the weirdest feeling for Tommy whenever he did something like skipping a meal (look, he just didn’t feel like it, okay? There was nothing wrong with that) or when he forewent sleep, (There wasn’t any point to it, really. He didn’t like subjecting himself to the nightmares) because Blob would churr sharply at him, and a vibe of disapproval would just surround the tiny creature until Tommy took care of himself. Tommy tried to ignore the blob whenever it did that, he really did, but…Blob was really persistent, and it was nice that something other than Dream seemed to care for his general wellbeing.

Speaking of Dream…Tommy grimaced. The man still came to visit everyday, and the first time the admin had shown up, Tommy had nearly panicked and had to stuff the creature into one of his pockets before Dream noticed it. Blob had squeaked angrily at the action, but went deathly still when Dream had said hello. Tommy was very thankful for that. He guessed it knew the danger that Dream posed.

It had taken all of Tommy's acting skills to successfully hide the fact that he had the blob from Dream. For whatever reason, Tommy really, really didn’t feel like letting Dream see Blob would be a good idea. Unfortunately, Dream had noticed the teen acting strange, but Tommy had been able to play it off as him getting sick. It wasn’t too hard. He already looked the part.

Since that first day, Tommy had prepared for Dream's visits, and had a bunch of small boltholes to hide Blob whenever it was time for the man to show up. Oddly enough, Blob seemed to understand what Tommy was doing, both when he was making the boltholes, and when he was hiding it from Dream, and would sit, perfectly silent, in the hiding spot, until Tommy came back to retrieve it.

It was just another thing to add to the list of Blob’s oddities, Tommy figured.

Currently, he and Blob were deliberating over what type of wood Tommy could use for a new build he was working on. (It would probably be destroyed soon, but Tommy needed something to do, before he went nuts.)

“What do you think, Blob?” The tiny creature squeaked, butting its head against his neck. Tommy nodded, humming in agreement. “You’re right! Dark oak would look awesome. But…where would we get it?”

He gently scooped the blob off of his shoulder, cupping it between his hands as he thought. “I know there’s some spruce in the tundra up north, but, ew, spruce.” Blob squee’d in agreement. Tommy grinned softly and brushed his thumb over its smooth head. “We could always sneak back to the Smp. I know there’s a dark forest over there. How, though…?” He paused, trying to think. Absent-mindedly, he squished Blob between his hands, eliciting a soft, alarmed chirp from the creature.

Tommy didn't notice, speaking over the small noise. “Do you think I could find a ruined portal to use to get over there? Or just, use it to go somewhere else? Cause I don’t think there’s any dark forests near here.” He gently squeezed Blob, deep in thought. It squealed, loudly, and started writhing between his hands. Tommy looked down, concerned. “Blob…? What’s wrong?”

It didn’t answer him, continuing to frantically struggle between his palms. It seemed like it was trying to get away. Like it was almost…scared. Of him.

Tommy’s eyes widened, and he quickly dropped to his knees to set the blob on the ground. It hopped about a foot away from him before shuddering and seeming to sink in on itself. Tommy raised his hands uncertainly, guilt blooming in the pit of his stomach. “Blob, I…” He fell silent for a minute, mouth working mindlessly.

Finally, he spoke, having gathered enough of his thoughts. “What–what did I do? Was it–did I squeeze you too hard? Is that it?” Tommy shifted, shame worming its way into his chest while he watched his friend shiver on the ground. If he had hurt Blob because he wasn’t paying attention, because he was distracted, he couldn’t forgive himself. He wouldn’t.

Blob seemed to get a handle on itself, forcing its trembling to stop. It turned its head, slowly peering up at Tommy’s worried face. It meeped softly and bounced a little closer to the teen.

“Blob, I-I’m so sorry, I, I didn’t mean to squeeze that hard, I-I wasn’t thinking–” The blob meeped louder and hopped right up to Tommy’s knees. It meeped twice more, catching all of his attention. His brow furrowed as he watched it. Its body seemed to contract in on itself, and it shook its head.

“I…didn’t hurt you by squishing you?” Blob’s little eyes slanted, and it chirped loudly at him. It drew its sides in once more, until its body was about half the size it normally was. It trilled disapprovingly, shaking its head more vicariously. Then, it took a moment to reinflate back to normal and glared up at Tommy with slanted, angry-looking eyes.

It took Tommy a few more moments of thinking before it finally clicked. “Oh! You don’t want me squishing you? Like, at all?”

Blob chirped happily and bonked its head against Tommy's knee, happy that it had gotten its message across. Tommy was bewildered, but nevertheless, he understood, and complied with the creature’s request. He didn’t want to hurt it, physically or mentally, after all.

Tommy learned a new thing that day. Blob had triggers. It had trauma. It was like an overly-abused dog it was like Tommy and if Tommy did the wrong thing, like squeezing it or raising it too close to his face or even gently scrubbing it with a damp rag so it could be cleaned, Blob would shut down for a good couple of hours, and on the worst episodes, for a full several days. Apparently, Blob squealing the first time was a one-time occurence.

Whatever had happened to the creature before Tommy had found it had been bad. That much could've been evidenced by the fact that it was being kept in a glass bottle, Tommy supposed, but not much else could lead him to that assumption. There weren't any physical markings of old wounds, not even where it had been impaled by the shard of glass.

That wound had all but disappeared. It was just a faint grey line now, and it would probably fade completely in the next couple of days. Blob healed fast, and apparently didn't scar at all. That fact gave Tommy a very disturbing thought. It had obviously been through some really awful stuff before he had found it. How many unseen scars did it really have? How much had it suffered?

Tommy didn’t think he wanted to know. The thought of someone hurting such a harmless, defenseless creature made his blood boil, in a violent way he shied away from. He tried not to think about Blob’s past too much.

They never did sneak into the Smp for the wood. It was too dangerous, or so it was implied by Blob. Tommy was still in slight disbelief about that, that the little thing had enough autonomy to warn him about things like that, but he wasn’t going to question it. The creature’s concern was nice.

It was nice that someone cared about him, even if that someone was a weird creature of unknown origins.

#dream blob #tiny dream blob #writing #c!tommy #i suppose?#somebody correct me if ive tagged this wrong #mcyt #dsmp #i dunno how to tag bleeeeh

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Oh, my god. I think my soul almost shat itself when Lou landed that Nat 20. Snow better not have done anything to Scheherazade and the Lines-Between Squad or I'm....gonna stew in impotent anger behind my laptop cause I'm only a viewer. And last but not least, if Tim is the Golden Goose's human-sona, who's the Ganders?

What an INSANE moment. This season has been all over the place but geez, I think this goes up there with the other legendary Dimension 20 Nat 20s. I seriously thought they were toast when Brennan set the minimum DC to 25. What a crucial moment for the dice rolls to go your way. Absolutely wild.

This was one of my fave episodes from a storytelling standpoint because I feel like there was a lot of positioning towards a conclusion. The Goose investigated what it is that the PCs actually want to do which I think is important. They don't really have a big overarching thing that they've decided is their goal since their plan initially was to just join up with the princesses and that super didn't work out. Now that they have the book back, they've gotta figure out what it is they actually wanna do (and I would say some of that lack of direction is due to lack of understanding of the holistic situation but we are so close to the end of the season at this point so I'm not even gonna harp on that).

We're also finally getting back to the Lines Between stuff which is like a split "yay!" and "oh no!" situation. Yay because we're finally checking back in with Scher who is one of my fave if not my fave NPC but oh no because it's not like she's drinking pina coladas and having a good time. Clearly they want to use her for the princess plan--which points to a specific princess not being needed if they can just swap out Roz and her. I do wonder how much of an element of buy in they need. Like, the vibe I got is that snatched Scher, not that they convinced her. She doesn't seem the type to be like yeah, sign me up for the death cult (though neither did Cinderella with her "don't lay the sins of individuals on the entire world" talk) and the princesses are totally chill with lying or withholding elements of the truth. If they just need a body and no buy in, they possibly could have just grabbed her. If they need buy in/wanna play nice, they might have half lied to her like they are presumably doing with Elody.

I will say, if she is kidnapped in the traditional sense, Scher has a LOT of experience being imprisoned by a captor who plans to kill her and changing their mind, so as annoying as this is for her, it is also her favored terrain so to speak. If Brennan wants, he could very plausibly have Scher do some of the princess schmoozing that the PCs utterly failed at. Just for story efficiency's sake. I'm getting the sense of, "We are getting to the end game so let's get all the pieces where they need to be on the board." So Tim gets his book back. Tomas and Henry returned. Scher back in the main story. Muffet and Itsy Bitsy in the book to tie up those loose ends. DM housekeeping.

I don't know if the Gander HAS a human-sona. The Goose has Tim as a human-sona because in stories the "Mother Goose" character is sometimes a person who rides a goose and sometimes a large anthro goose (usually with a bonnet). It's interesting though because in the main mother goose poem it says that Mother Goose rides "a very fine gander". Which just makes me wonder how that connects. And then of course, there's the saying about what's good for the goose is good for the gander. There's a thread that Brennan has mentioned a couple time but no one's followed up on seriously. About what is the gander when it's not stuck in the Neverafter. We don't know exactly what the Gander represents. It's not death or the end of stories because that's the wolf. My best guess is that the goose is like positive (for the protag) plot developments and the gander is bad ones. So I'm wondering if, for example, the gander was to move to the horror section of the library, would it just turn into a creepy killer clown or a ghost or something? I dunno, just spitballing.

Anyway, looking forward to tonight's ep! Maybe we're finally gonna get an answer on those red beads!!!

#asks #farmer 10 #neverafter #dimension 20 #spoilers #neverafter spoilers #d20

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Just finished new episode of Titans…

Oooooo things be getting interesting 👀

This episode seemed to pick things up a little bit more than last week. Last week defo felt very filler-ish.

Some points:

Omg the whole zombie bit was fucking hilarious 😂 Jinx’s commentary about it was funny and then Gar and Tim being all like yay when Connor decapitated Deathstroke and then being like naaaay when he got back up?? 😂😂 that whole scene was funny af.

I do not enjoy the foreshadowing of Kory having a role in all this. Like im bypassing the fact its central to Rachel and Sebastian too cos like Kory is my girl. The fairytale book and the fact her powers were not working in the zombie bit. Also, the fact MM or Gina was like ‘I don’t think the tamaranean will like her part’ like excuse the fuck me pls do not touch her thanks. I know they said like Kory gets hurt but like i am v much not looking forward to that at all. Like, how hurt we talking? Coma? I also really don’t wanna be Kory-less for half an episode of smth when she gets hurt unless the whole time Dick is gonna be foaming at the mouth in rage, ya feel me?

I do not understand Jinx’s powers at all like since when can she morph into other people?? I genuinely don’t know her abilities- i only ever knew of her character from the 2003 cartoon which was purely ‘bad luck’. But in Titans, I am assuming she’s just witch all round…

Interesting that they did flashbacks, showing us the story of Sebastian and MM and how she became the villain like she was clearly cracked anyway since she was straight into that cult w/o a second thought. It was a good choice, I think. She was a character who I didn’t mind finding out the backstory unlike the needless eps in previous seasons where we really didn’t need them.

Connor, whatcha doin there buddy?? You good?! I think i’d be a bit freaked if i puked up blood and a snake but something tells me he be getting controlled. Again interesting since in the comics, Dick is the one who ends up getting brainwashed by CoB so I am curious if they are swapping Dick for Connor in the show or if Dick will be brainwashed at some later stage or something.

Again, y’all I am v scared for Kory… like I know she doesn’t die but I also do not want her hurt like I will feel as feral as the team.

I know they gave Jinx the past romance etc but she really does scream snarky annoying lil sister vibes? 😂

I like that they’ve come full circle from s1 or at least I like the fact they have made them link. It feels less like they were making it up as they went along, even if they were.

I am extremely rolling my eyes at Dick for brushing off Kory’s visions like bitch your misses defo has a point here?? I get Dick doesn’t believe in visions and destinies etc whereas Kory wholeheartedly does but that makes it worse for when Kory gets hurt and we BEST get a scene of Dick being like fuck i shoulda listened to her about that.

I am greedy I know but I really want more romance realisation for Dick and Kory like the waiting is putting me on edge. I have a feeling Kory will get hurt in the latter part of the season. I was on insta looking back at when they were filming and when they were filming the vision of Mar’i, there was word of it being the second to last episode and we are all assuming she has the vision of them when she is hurt? I’m like I swear to God, we best not be getting dickkory in literally the last two eps (i am aware of the date scene so yay) cos at this rate, they won’t actually have any romance til s5 which is looking unlikely to be renewed for…

However, I did like the fact that Dick still spent majority of the time with Kory. She is literally always beside him as well as whenever they split or team up, Dick seems to always have Kory with him. Tis cute. I also liked when they were barricading themselves, Dick was like yeah me and kory will take the doors and its like bro was that just cos she is sick in hand to hand combat cos like you saw her powers doing fuck all so whats the thought process behind that??

I think that’s all my thoughts on the episode this week. It was good; better story wise than last week, imo. I’m excited/scared for next weeks ep since they were like yeah dickkory fans are gonna be screaming… good screaming like they get it on at a motel since we defo saw bts of a motel? Or bad screaming like Kory is gonna get messed up by CoB? WHICH IS IT??

I defo don’t think its next weeks ep that we will be seeing Kory’s vision of Mar’i and Dick tho 🤔

#titans s4 spoilers #titans spoilers #dc titans #dickkory #night notions

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