#bc it’s not exactly more positive. it’s not exactly calm. it’s not exactly better. but just certain things

[callsignfate]

Hi I have a request (if you don't like it that's fine), let's say fem reader works with Valeria and reader have a big crush on her leader. One day Valeria has a meeting with another cartel leader ,but he didn't want to make business with her, he wanted to kill her. Reader was outside the office but when she heard the fight she wanted to help so she covered Valeria with her body and reader got shot ( not bad ,let's say leg or arm). So Valeria was so mad at her bc she actually care about the reader. It can be a little angst with them saying what they feel (no need to be super romantic...but still 😆) and ofcourse fluff at the end. Sorry if it's chaotic, English is not my first language 😭 if you do this I'll be so happy but if you decide it's a thrash I'll understand 😆😆😆😆 thank you

Seeing Red

Day Twelve of Writemas/Birthday post

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Okay so I saw this and I immediately wanted to write and post this so todays post that was supposed to be posted today will be posted as tomorrows post! Thank you Anon for this request and never apologize for your English's skills they are really good for how terribly hard (and stupid) it is to learn English. I was born in the United States and I still personally struggle with so much! This was such a cool Idea!

TW: Mention of injury, blood, guns, gun shots, needles, medications. If I've missed any let me know!

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Valeria was an attractive woman, and she knew it. She rarely had eyes for anyone, that was until she found you in the midst of her cartel pyramid.

She was aware of your attraction to her. She observed your eyes scanning her body and face whenever she was around, how your breaths would become heavier when she ordered you around, and how desperate you were to listen, to be perfect for her.

She adored this, and you. Although she never showed it directly to you, she would inquire with the people closest to her about your whereabouts, how you were doing, and if they could give you a better position—something closer to her.

She knew you would never betray her; she could see it in your eyes, hear it in your voice when you always responded with a quick "Yes ma'am." She made it believable that you had climbed ranks yourself; your skills weren't mediocre by any means. In her mind, this justified her desire to keep you close, to keep an eye on you.

So, when the day to meet another cartel leader arrived, she ordered you to stand outside her office, keeping anyone else out and keeping him in.

And that's exactly what you did. Standing like a soldier guarding a base, you stood there for an hour, listening to the muffled conversation that slowly became heated. The harsh, angry words of Valeria were muffled through the door before the man's voice erupted into an angry yell. Awkwardly hovering your hand over the doorknob, you pushed the door open to see Valeria's eyes locked on the man who held the cold steel pointed at her.

She didn't even glance your way, and Valeria's eyes didn't waver—there wasn't a hint of fear in her gaze. Without thinking, you pushed the man away from her. His anger flared, and a loud bang rang through the room. Another two men, whom you usually worked with, rushed in. Your eyes frantically searched Valeria's body as your hands patted over her gear and arms, only stopping when her face looked... bewildered.

The two men had the cartel leader pinned on the ground as they handcuffed and gagged him. Your eyes only glanced back at them once before you started shaking Valeria's shoulders, asking if she was okay, where she was shot.

A painful burn slowly faded into your mind, and your focus flickered to your hand as you pushed it against the pain that was getting worse. The adrenaline faded quickly, and your trembling hand moved into your line of sight, stained a deep red.

"Oh." A strange calmness settled over you as you stared at the blood on your hand, the pain registering more profoundly. The gravity of the situation hit you, and you felt the room spinning. Valeria finally shifted her gaze from the restrained cartel leader to you, her expression a mix of surprise and concern.

"Let me see." She hissed out with a level of anger in her tone that almost made you flinch backwards, Her hands moved quickly to move your gear, before she groaned and started taking it off quickly to get a better look.

"Damn it," Valeria muttered under her breath, more to herself than to you. "It doesn't look too deep, but we need to get this patched up."

Despite the urgency, there was a gentle touch in her hands as she started to apply pressure to the wound. The makeshift bandage she fashioned from a torn piece of fabric was surprisingly efficient, considering the circumstances. "I've patched up my own wounds before, let's go." Valeria added before she began moving you out of her now busy office, her mind racing as she led you to a room that only had one large table in the middle and fluffy lather chair's around it. "Sit. Now." She ordered out, you looked at the chair as she moved to open a small closet that was tucked away in the order. "I don't want to bleed all over the chair, it could make a mess." You murmured out quietly, her head whipped around with a glare that felt like daggers, without another word you sat down, her head giving you a brief nod before she went back to searching for the medical supplies in the closet.

Valeria swiftly grabbed a medical kit from the closet with a small sigh of relief, her hands moved with practiced efficiency. The atmosphere in the room was tense, but there was an odd sense of trust between you and Valeria, an unspoken understanding.

She cleaned the wound meticulously, her movements precise. The pain was sharper now as she probed around, but you held back any sounds of discomfort. Valeria didn't seem to appreciate the stoicism.

As she finished applying a more secure dressing, she met your eyes with a disapproving and concerned glare. "What in the hell were you thinking rushing in to take the shot, I had it."

You met her gaze evenly, a sense of defiance flickering in your eyes. "You were in danger. I couldn't just stand there."

A mixture of irritation and something else danced across Valeria's expression. "You think I can't handle myself?"

"It's not about that," you replied, choosing your words carefully. "It's about having each other's backs. We're a team, Ma'am."

Her eyes softened, the harsh edge momentarily giving way to a more contemplative look. "A team, huh?"

"Yeah, a team," you huffed.

She sighed, glancing away for a moment before refocusing on you. "Well, next time, let me do my job. I can't afford to lose you."

Your mind stuttered as you heard her last word, you? Did you hear that correctly? You tried to blink away your pleasantly surprised expression at her words.

"Just me?" You asked with the smallest of smile pulling at your lips as Valeria pushed her hand out at you with two small medications in her palm.

"Alright, don't get all mushy on me," Valeria retorted, almost avoiding your question. She handed you the medications, a clear attempt to steer the conversation away from the momentary vulnerability.

You took the medications, suppressing a chuckle at her deflection. "Thank you."

"Yea, just take those, and no running into gunfire without a plan next time," she said, resuming her typical authoritative tone, "I care about you too much to let you just get shot, understood?"

You nodded, a genuine smile playing on your lips. "Understood, Ma'am. I'll leave the heroics to you.. maybe"

Valeria's stern expression softened for a moment, a rare hint of warmth in her eyes. "Good. Now get some rest. We both have jobs to do."

As you left her makeshift medical room, you couldn't help but feel a subtle shift in your dynamic with Valeria. It was as if the unspoken bond had solidified, creating a connection that went beyond the professional.

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#valeria garza x reader #valeria x reader #valeria cod #mw2 valeria x reader #valeria mw2 #valeria garza #valeria garza cod #valeria garza x fem!reader #valeria garza x you

[tartigglez]

"i'm here now, aren't i?

diluc x gn!reader

genre: fluff/hurt-comfort??

word count: 1.6k (i got carried away)

tags: diluc is our mr darknight hero, soft hours, diluc gets wounded :( but its fine u can take care of him, many kiss, such cuddle, shy diluc at the end bc i have brainrot gonna be honest

tw/cw: descripton of blades (swords), brief description of cuts/wounds + treating them, scars, reader is alone at night (idk if this is worth mentioning but better safe than sorry), diluc carries reader in some positions that would be considered sorta feminine????, insomnia (?), lmk if i missed any

a/n: FINALLY DILUC! gotta say, i love the graphics for this sm, i feel like i did a rlly good job (giving myself credit bc they're pretty). i love soft boi diluc and intend to write for him more ngl, anyways, enjoy!

a wet, stormy night at dawn winery proved to be the reason for your lack of sleep. the sounds of the thunder and lightning clattering outside, accompanied by the drumming of the rain on the window were so loud that they tried to take priority in your mind. however, the only thing you could bring yourself to think about was your lover, all alone, in the cold. 

the empty space in the bed next to you, the lack of his presence, the ominously daunting weather outside. these things all worried you. 

what if he got hurt? 

what if something was wrong? 

what if…?

don't think about it. don’t. 

you knew that you wouldn’t be getting sleep anytime soon, so you got out of bed, putting on the bathrobe which was hanging on the wardrobe door, and brought yourself to the sitting room, perhaps to distract yourself with a book? but in reality you were just going down there to wait for him. 

so you waited

first 10 minutes

then 30 minutes

then an hour

then decided that enough was enough

you could defend yourself in combat, you could wield a weapon, and you would do anything to know that diluc was okay. 

and so you found yourself back in your bedroom, in the wardrobe, looking for the longsword he told you he had left in there for emergencies. 

the blade was sharp, and glinted silver in the light. the handle was encrusted with what you could only assume were rubies, and so you concluded that this sword must have costed diluc a significant amount of money. 

you lifted the sword from its case, sheathed it, and then you realised the weight of the weapon, which wasn’t exactly the lightest, to say the least. 

you left the winery, still in pyjamas, your bathrobe having been replaced with a jacket, quietly closing the front door to your home as to not awaken any of the staff who also lived there. 

if you were going to be quite honest with yourself you weren't sure where exactly you were going, but you just began walking down the path…

the night was eerie. the cold, windy air hit your cheeks as you moved slowly away from the winery. it wasn't shortly after you began your walk that you heard a sound. an immediate response of adrenaline came to you, and so you drew your sword, ready to face whatever was coming near you. 

after about ten seconds of standing still and hearing the sound get closer to you, you saw a red light glowing about ten metres away. with your sword still drawn you moved closer to the light, preparing for combat, and the light moved closer to you as well.

within a split second, you realised that the light was that of a pyro vision, the light of his pyro vision. you dropped your weapon on the ground, and he did the same as you ran to him. as if by natural instinct, you jumped into his arms as he wrapped once of them around your waist, and used the other to hold you up. neither of you said anything for a bit, simply holding each other and allowing yourselves, and your heart rates, seemingly, to calm down. after all, you must have startled the man, appearing out of nowhere like that. 

he placed you gently down, back onto your feet as he held your waist with one hand, and placed the other on your cheek. 

the man had a face of pure concern as he looked into your eyes, why would you possibly be out here at this time of night?

his hair was tousled, and his lip had been cut, presumably in some sort of rough battle. not only that, but his shirt had been slightly ripped as well, presumably by some sort of sword, or in this case, a mitachurl axe.  

“have you been injured? are you well? why are you out here?”

these were all things you ought to be saying to him, so why was he so concerned about you? 

“i was worried about you, you were supposed to be home and i-”

“do not worry, all is well, i am here, love”

“you’re hurt”

“surface level injuries dear, please, settle. I’m here now, arent i?” 

“yeah, yeah”

he pulls you into his arms, placing a kiss upon your head. 

“let’s go home, you’re cold.”

and so, without dwelling upon it, you walk hand in hand back in the direction of the winery, coming across the sword you had previously dropped on the ground. you sheathed it once again, and picked it up. diluc let out a light chuckle. 

“you were really that worried about me?”

“what do you mean, of course i was!”

“my dear, a weapon of this size is far too heavy for you to carry, allow me”

“you can’t, you’ve already got your own sword, its too much and you’re injured an-”

he cut you off…

with his lips…

“i'm fine. trust me. i'm more than capable of carrying this sword, its only half the weight of mine”

“hmph, fine. but don't come crying to me later when your back hurts, mister high-and-mighty!”

“very well, sweetheart”

you grabbed his large, calloused hand to lead him back to the winery, and although you wouldn’t see it in the moonlight, a rosy blush dusted itself over his cheeks. archons, he loves you. 

as the pair of you entered the winery once again, diluc placed both his weapon and yours down beside the front door, smiling to himself at the fact that you cared about him this much. it also seems to him that you didn’t notice, the longsword you had gotten out of the closet matched his greatsword, it was simply a smaller version. 

you both enter the sitting room, which is still dimly lit. diluc gestures towards the fire, which immediately relights, due to the skilled use of his pyro vision. 

“you are cold, dearest. i shall move the sofa closer to the fire, and we will sit for a while, yes?”

“luc’, at least let me tend to your wounds first, you're hurt”

the look of concern on your face caused a veil of guilt to loom over him. but he brushed it off, as to not make you feel bad about caring for him so much. 

“fine, but be gentle”

“i will”

and so, you both sat on the soft plush of the sofa, diluc with his shirt off, and you gently caring for the shallow wound slightly above his left pectoral, dabbing it with a damp towel. his skin was covered in battle scars, but it was beautiful, in some way. these were the lengths your lover would go to for the sake of other people, an admirable trait to say the least. 

diluc admired your concentration whilst caring for his wounds, and was slightly surprised when you manoeuvred your body to straddle his lap, only so you could get a better angle to analyse his injuries, of course (definitely not to look at his muscular arms or anything like that). he placed one of his large hands on your thigh, and the other on your waist, as you gently cared for any other wounds on his body. your skin made contact with his as you put your hand on the warm skin of his shoulder to balance yourself. 

“you’re freezing, dear, your hand is so cold”

“hm, i guess i just didn’t warm much since being outside”

“that won’t do”

a gentle heat began to spread through you, from your heart around the rest of you, warming every inch of your body. he had used his vision on you.

“tsk, pyro users”

“i know, right?”

the man was surprisingly chipper, considering the injuries he had sustained. you both laughed, for some unknown reason, at a joke which wasn’t really all that funny, but that’s love for you. and as the light of the fire began to dim, and the pair of you began to tire, he placed a gentle kiss upon your lips.

“shall we go to bed, dear?”

“yes, please! archons- i’m tired”

“i'm sorry, i feel that this is my fault”

“oh it is entirely your fault, mister darknight hero”

“i told you not to call me that”

“and i told you not to stay out too late, no?”

he let out a chuckle, lifting you from your position on the sofa, and carrying you to your shared bedroom, whilst holding you close to his chest. he removed you from his grasp momentarily, placing you on the bed and telling you to get under the covers, just so he could remove the necessary garments to be comfortable for bed.

yawning, he pulled back the duvet and placed his weary body next to yours, quickly moving to bury his head in your chest and wrap his arms and legs around you. your hands moved to his hair out of natural response, gently massaging his scalp as you fiddled with his vermillion locks. 

"i love you, y/n”

“i love you more, luc’” 

you placed a sly kiss to the crown of his head, and he only hid his face from you further out of shyness, whining into the fabric of your pyjamas.

“you’re so cute”

“don't call me that”

“night, cutie”

and so, you both drifted off into slumber, held in each others arms, held in love. 

#FUCK ITS SO CUTE #diluc #dilucatdeeznuts #diluc x reader #diluc fluff #diluc imagines #diluc x you #diluc ragnvindr

[thoughtsforsoob]

txt - how their help their academically burnt out s/o

a/n: welcome back! this one is extremely self indulgent bc yeah. also, this is for whoever is struggling in school rn or whoever has struggled in school in the past. I wish I could confidently tell you it gets better (I’m sure it will) but I don’t feel that way at the moment. So, without further ado, enjoy this writing! Requests are also open!

warnings: discussion of depression, burnout, etc… other than that, comfort all around. Lmk if I missed something :)

yeonjun

takes such good care of you during these times. he physically had to pry you off of your desk chair for you to even listen to him. "babe! listen to me and get up off that chair! you need a break this instant!" he immediately prepares a warm bath for the both of you to enjoy, you in the tub and him on the side, helping you wash your hair and keeping you company. After, he takes your towel out of the dryer and brings it so you can dry off and he helps you do skin care and anything else you have in your routine. the best way he knows how to help is with acts of service and not as many words.

soobin

he only finds out you’re burnt out during a midnight conversation. He’s asking about school and you casually mention how you feel burnt out and like you just wanna call it quits. he was stunned by how casual you spoke of wanting to leave school behind because he always listened attentively when you spoke about how much school meant to you and how much you wanted your degree. he immediately sits up and the tone switches to something more serious. “are you sure? let’s talk about this. i just want to make sure your making the decision that’s going to make you happy.”

beomgyu

he knows that this is not the time to act silly. his usually unserious personality does a 180 when he realizes the state you’re in. at your desk, sobbing into your hands, papers and notebooks scattered about the desk and your laptop open to your current assignment. he keeps calm and walks up to you, place a gentle hand on your back. “My dear? What’s the matter?” If you allow him to, he’ll hold you throughout your whole crying session. He just wants to comfort you and help you figure out where to go from your current position. he hates to see his s/o suffer this way.

taehyun

so understanding. I feel like he is the type that if he sees you with your hands all tangled up in your hair pulling at your roots, he would gently hold your wrists before you can pull anymore and kiss your hands. "come on, my love. let's take a break? talk this out? ill make you some milk tea (or whatever your favorite drink is :)." he understands the stress of having so much pressure on your shoulder so he just does what he would want you to do for him (which you always do!) he helps you figure out the best course of action to go about dealing with burn out. if you need a break from school next semester, he won't fight you because he knows you need it. Supports you no matter what.

heuning kai

the pout on this boy's face when he finds out is unreal. he always assures you you can go up to him at any time to ask for a hug and that's exactly what you did. your face was red and puffy from crying about your last assignment and how burnt out you felt. he shows his little pout and holds you as close as possible to his chest. "my love. wanna go cuddle for a while?" please agree because this is the best way he knows how to help you. he knows he'll probably ever understand what you're going through, so he tries his best to be as sympathetic as possible.

#txt x reader #txt reactions #txt headcanons #txt fluff #txt imagines

[buckymorelikefuckme]

yo ho

pirate king wanda x fem reader

words: 1.2k

inspired by pirates of the caribbean bc i'm a slut for that movie and i'm so sorry about it

part 2 ❀ part 3 ❀ part 4

At the first sound of them bursting through the gates, their bellowing voices echoing into the night as they march up the pathway leading to the Manor, you feel only excitement. Shrugging your dressing gown on, you run to your window, seeing them approaching closer and closer. You make a silent vow to yourself to help them steal whatever they want. Perhaps it will put you in their favor.

You know you should feel fear, but the thrill of meeting real pirates far outweighs any logical reaction that should consume you. Your lady’s maids, however, do not share the same sentiment, the panic clear on their faces.

“If you go now you’ll have just enough time to get to the fort,” you say, calm and collected. “I’ll follow as soon as I can.”

It’s a lie, but they don’t need to know that.

“But Miss—“ one of the maids starts, eyes wide, clutching your hands tightly.

“Go! You haven’t much time left,” you insist as you push them to the door.

They hesitate barely a second before they’re dashing out the back. It’s not a moment too soon, because the front doors are kicked in seconds later. Heart racing, you hide in the corridor, watching them spread out and begin gathering whatever is most valuable.

One pirate catches your eye. They enter in a much more sedate manner, pausing in the foyer and looking around. You see their lip curl in disgust as they turn on their heel and make their way to the second floor. You wish to follow them, so you tiptoe to the staircase, checking over your shoulder every couple seconds.

Barely two steps onto the landing and you're face to face with the very pirate you’d followed.

“Trying to be brave?”

Their voice—her voice startles you. This close it’s easier to tell that this pirate is definitely not a man. Though she wears trousers and a coat, a hat nestled atop her long, sun-kissed hair, there’s no mistaking she’s a woman the moment she speaks. It allows you to evaluate her features better, note the softness of her jaw despite its sharp angles.

“Well?” she prompts, impatient, hand on the hilt of her sword.

You blink. “The paintings,” you blurt.

She raises a thick brow. “Pardon?”

“In the study,” you clarify, swallowing roughly. “It’s the last room on the right. The paintings there are worth several thousand pounds.”

She tilts her head curiously, eyeing you from your face to your bare feet. You will yourself not to fidget beneath her stare.

“Do you think helping me will keep you from harm?”

You lift your chin slightly. “Call it a bargain.”

“A bargain,” she repeats, lips tipping up in amusement. She takes a step closer to you. “And what, exactly, makes you think you’re in a position to make a bargain with a pirate?”

You meet her gaze as steadily as you can. “I know this port like the back of my hand. My father is the governor and we have close ties to the Navy. I know where they’ll be waiting and watching. I can make sure we set sail without any hassle.”

“We?” she interrupts, baffled.

“Yes. We. I wish to depart with you in exchange for all the valuables in my father’s home.”

She laughs. “I hate to disappoint this fantastical dream of yours, but we’ll be taking everything regardless, Miss.”

“There are some hidden, thousands of pounds worth, tucked away in places only I and my father know.”

She doesn’t say anything for a tense moment. Your heart continues beating wildly in your chest, hoping and praying she’ll take your bargain. Your hands curl into fists around the fabric of your dressing gown.

“We can’t bring someone along just because they asked us to,” she reasons. “What would you be able to offer to us aboard the Scarlet Pearl?”

You inhale sharply. “Pirate King Maximoff’s ship?” you whisper, awed.

“Aye, the very one,” she confirms. “Do you simply seek safe passage elsewhere?”

You glance around the home you grew up in, at the chandeliers and gold filigree and candelabras. “This was not meant for me,” you confess. “I do not belong in this life. I can no longer live here knowing I want for nothing while others suffer. It’s not fair. It’s not right. And I do not care where I end up, for that matter, so long as I’m not here anymore.”

She gives you a calculating look. You wonder what she’s thinking, unable to get a good read on her. You suppose that’s to be expected with a pirate. They have to keep their cards close to their chests, otherwise they risk mutiny or double-crossing. But if this pirate is really from the Scarlet Pearl, as she claims, then you shouldn’t have anything to worry about.

You hold her stare and will yourself to remain unwavering. Finally, she nods.

“Very well, we have an accord. We’ll finish gathering everything and you’ll be taken aboard.”

“Thank you,” you murmur, relief coursing through you, as well as your excitement building once more.

She holds her hand out for you to shake. You bite the inside of your cheek at the warmth of her palm, at the feel of callouses along her skin that touch the contradicting softness of your own hand. You catch her assessing the swell of your breasts in your nightclothes, yet when she meets your surprised eyes again, her smile is unapologetic. It sends a curious shiver down your spine.

You point her and the other pirates to where the hidden valuables are, hurrying to your bedchambers to grab anything of your own that you can’t bear to part with. Slipping on a pair of boots you bought ages ago without your father knowing, you scan your room one last time, then quickly make your way down the stairs. She’s waiting for you by the entryway, lazily swinging a gold pocket watch as she watches out the windows. At the sound of you, she turns and eyes the small satchel you’re carrying.

“You have everything you need? We won’t be returning.”

You bite your lip and cast a parting gaze on your home. You nod resolutely.

“Yes. I’m ready to go,” you say, firm in your belief that this is the right thing to do.

She smiles. “Then follow me, princess.”

Your eyes narrow at the nickname, but you bite back your retort. You need to be in her good graces, after all.

As the both of you walk—which consists of you struggling to keep up with her long paces—you strategize on the best route of the port.

“Are you… Will you be the one telling Pirate King Maximoff all of this?” you ask curiously, cautiously.

She snorts. “I suppose that’s one way to put it.”

Before you can ask what that’s supposed to mean, you reach a dinghy. A few men are waiting in it, standing to attention as you and the pirate approach. You can see others already rowing back to the sizable ship in the distance.

“Last chance to change your mind, princess.”

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” you reply, making her laugh.

“Very well.”

She holds a hand out to you to help you step into the dinghy. As you sit down between her and another pirate—who, upon closer inspection, is also a woman with dark red hair and sharp eyes—you know, deep in your bones, that you’ve just taken the first step toward an adventure of a lifetime.

#avengers fic #marvel fic #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff #pirate king wanda x reader

[inchidentally]

this is so stupid and overthought and pointless but lol it's me sooooo

like I literally got into f1blr through videos of Lando following Carlos and Daniel around and finding them absolutely hilarious and just being their personal squealing little chew toy/satellite. so believe me I LOVE that. and god knows I've written enough about how Lando needed/sometimes still needs to hide behind these big bold alpha personalities.

but I think the ??? that transpired for some of us over the gradual blossoming of Lando's dynamic with Oscar had a lot to do with how much Lando opened up in front of our eyes bc of his new position w Oscar and how that developed. he literally said how much it felt weird for him to imagine himself in the older/more experienced position and you can see in the super early content how much Lando couldn't get a read on Oscar bc there wasn't the usual bromance stuff he's so used to. but Oscar also was so mature and calm that he didn't need Lando to do for him what Carlos and Daniel were for him.

and it seems so stupid but it's almost like Oscar hitting that growth spurt and his voice getting a little deeper sort of clicked things into place for Lando?? bc Oscar had been living alone and cooking for himself and in a serious relationship for years and he didn't need anyone to raise him or protect him like Lando needed as a rookie. and he had lived away from his family or a support system from around 14/15 so he was fully used to finding his way around and navigating new places largely alone.

but him getting taller and broader suddenly fit with his personality so much better. he didn't have his cherub Prema face clashing with how cool and confident he was anymore.

and obv Oscar has always said how much he learned just from observing Lando as one of the fastest guys on the grid, but also Lando has emphasized how much he has learned from Oscar about mentality and staying true to yourself. so again there wasn't any need for Lando to try and be big brother/mother hen.

but!! you know what Lando got to teach Oscar? and what Oscar had trained for years to be the most apt pupil about?

Lando!

bc we never really got to 'learn' Lando as a person before now unless it was on his streams, his content with Max F or his own social media content. his friendships with the other F1 guys are all a variation of bromance since they all love him - but all of them are based on Lando being the introvert among extroverts and bonding over shared activities and interests. not a lot of Lando personality stuff gets revealed around those guys bc he's Just Baby.

but w Oscar Lando came to realize he could roll whatever Mood he was in at him and Oscar would smile and laugh or make feeble resistance and give in anyway - and Oscar took all of it in. he literally already had a fairly encyclopedic Lando knowledge as we well know now but he just ?? never got bored of watching and learning Lando! whether it's Lando's music blaring through the shared wall or Lando not being able to open things or pronounce words or Lando specifically not liking something or not wanting to do something or Lando wanting Oscar to give a different answer or wanting Oscar to agree with him instead - Oscar smiles and patiently files it away.

which is exactly what Max does with Lando. at some point he clearly realized that the best way to get Lando to open up and trust - not unlike an outdoor cat - was to be part anthologist and part nature documentary narrator. Lando only opens up when he knows he has the space to. he gets so genuinely upset at how often the media or fans won't follow his original meaning or look past awkward wording or misuse his original tone. it's why he said he often loves being around people who will lead the conversation and not put pressure on him to talk.

bc for example, Carlos was only joking when he said that Lando needs to mature or how he'd "scold" Lando for being too silly and not paying attention, but to some people it's used as confirmation that Lando's immature. Daniel loved when he'd get Lando to laugh so hard that Lando couldn't do his to-camera work or require millions of takes, but to some people it's seen as Lando not taking anything seriously. it's so easy to take someone as vulnerable and unedited as Lando and slice out one video or one moment and create a false narrative around him. you can see the times when Lando has slunk away from social media and gone a bit mum or dull in his media work when that happens.

but Max and Oscar are there to act as interpreters for the audience at home! Lando drops off to sleep during a Quadrant shoot? Max explains that this is standard procedure wherever he is. Lando is far too hyper for a challenge and won't let Oscar breathe without giving him a hard time? Oscar laughs and gently ribs him back to let people know that it's all in good fun and Lando isn't actually on a tear. Lando winds Max up mercilessly or accidentally reveals that Max has a gf? Max makes sure everyone knows he's joking when he gets "mad" and later on says how much Lando looks out for him. Lando won't let Oscar make his own choices in a silly F1 quiz? Oscar feigns being hard done by but he also says how good Lando's answers are. they do this all the time with him and we see Lando more vocal and more loudly himself with them bc they translate what he can't.

it clearly isn't easy being someone bursting with about fifty different personality traits at once and just as many passionate interests all vying with dyslexia and hyperactivity mixed with introversion and sometimes crippling shyness. it's very easy to love that person - which is why the entire grid does - but it's not easy to understand them or what they need in any given moment.

so I feel like that's what we've gotten out of the Lando/Oscar dynamic that we haven't seen before with Carlos or Daniel. Oscar isn't ever going to be a big personality and he's self-described as "low frequency" - he won't be winding Lando up for fun or bringing energy that makes Lando bounce off the walls. he's also found Lando fascinating almost from his first year moving to the UK. so as fans we love seeing Lando get to have a teammate who loves the business of observing Lando - but we also love getting to see so much more of Lando as a result if that makes sense??

#inchidentallyanessay #so tired but brain going nuts so I'm sorry for whatev this is #f1 meta #landoscar lore

[skzddicted]

Hellaur, this is my first ever request. Can you write a fic about bangchan/ han jisung/ Minho/ changbin comforting sad/hopeless reader? Im having a very hard time keeping up my grades, I've been studying for 14 hrs everyday just to ruin my most important exam. All my friends seem to do well when they're not even working as hard as me. I'm ready to study more but I keep losing hope. Idk what to do, I'm losing hope for getting into my dream University T T. Thank you so much bestie, for listening to me.

hii love i’m SO so sorry this took ages i rewrote this so many times with so many different scenarios until i was able to decide on one,,,i hope you enjoy this!! also about your exams, i can’t quite say i’ve been in your place but i can imagine what it’s like,,, maybe try to give your brain a break instead of studying even harder bcs sometimes that just exhausts you and you’ll burn out and this won’t do you any good!! please take care of yourself and i’ll be rooting for you, you can make it!!♡

[1:05pm]

genre: hs au, comfort

warnings: failure (not sure if i should put this here but just in case), use of “baby” platonically

minho+3racha x reader (friendgroup/platonic)

pls reblog if you enjoyed!!<3

the hallways were full of students with various emotions displayed on their faces. 

some were jumping up and down and cheering excitedly, while, oppositely, some others looked upset and confused, a few were crying even, and some just looked like they simply did not care.

it was results day for the midterm exams you took two weeks ago.

your friends minho, chan, changbin and jisung had already checked their results on the board that was hung up and were now gathered in front of the main entrance, waiting for you to come out; however, you were a nervous wreck in the restroom trying to calm down and build up the courage to go and look at your results, trying to convince yourself that it can’t be that bad.

after what felt like an eternity of deep breaths and positive affirming, you stepped out into the crowded hallways, making your way to the boards. as soon as you got to them you started searching for your name.

and that’s when your heart dropped.

oh.

it was even worse than you had expected…?

you were on the verge of tears, hopelessness creeping up on you. you had done everything you could and yet it was still not enough. so many people who were putting less effort than you were doing much better, so why was it so hard for you? 

with your head hung low, you started walking towards the exit wanting to do nothing but to go home and drown in your tears right now. well, that was until you heard your name being called as you were walking out of the building. 

looking up you could see jisung, one of your best friends, practically running towards you, the rest of your friends following suit behind him.

“y/n, i passed!” he nearly yelled in your ears, while shaking you by your shoulders.

"congrats, ji” you sent him a small smile; you were genuinely happy for him but your own grades were making it hard for you to match his excitement.

multiple ‘hey’s’ from the other three boys sounded as they got closer, making you lift your hand for a little wave in response, “hi.”. and even through just a little greeting, they could already tell your mood was off.

“y/n what’s wrong? is it your results?” minho was the first one to ask, to which, you gave him a nod, feeling your tears starting to roll down your cheeks. 

“oh, baby” jisung embraced you in a tight hug.

“all my efforts were for nothing, i spent weeks studying only for this to be the outcome.” you sobbed out. 

“it’s okay baby, it happens sometimes.” chan tries to sooth you, “exactly, plus it’s not like this is the end for you, we still have finals and we’ll prepare well together for those, okay?” changbin adds.

“oh, don’t even remind me,” you chuckled a little, lifting your tear stained face from jisung’s chest. “yup, we don’t wanna hear nothing about school or any exams for this whole break.” minho chimed “now, how about we go get some food and go over to my place? remember? we planned a sleepover?” 

right… there was something about a sleepover chan had texted you yesterday. you nodded and soon the four of you were running to catch the bus to your favorite food place.

masterlist

#stray kids #skz #bang chan #stray kids fluff #lee know #lee know fluff #bang chan fluff #skz fluff #changbin #changbin fluff #han jisung #han jisung fluff #skz bang chan #skz lee minho #skz han jisung #skz changbin #fluff #comfort #stray kids comfort #stray kids x reader #hs au #highschool au #stray kids fanfic #stray kids hs au #skz x reader

[matenrou-fan]

Hiiii can you do hcs of samatoki falling in love with a girl at a nearby thrift store? we know toki loves his vintage clothing.. s/o just starting working there and toki met her, he came back a few times and after they'd talked more, he'd come just to see her bc he toootally fell in love 🤭

nd then when he confesses his feeling to her..!! 💕

anya I really enjoy your writing, thank you so much for your wonderful stories. I hope you have a lovely day, and don't work too hard, you have so many requests!! I don't know how you write so fast, but please remember to take breaks and care for yourself too 🩷

you really do good job of understanding the characters!

Samatoki falling in love with a girl that works in thrift store

omg hiii!! First thing first - thank you very much for all these words, ahh!! I'm very flattered!!! >///< I also have no idea how I'm able to write that fast, I just have too much free time, I think.. Also, I had put your request in my schedule as fic and only when star work with it notice that you ask for hcs!! So I writed hc yet ended up with a small scenario in the end lolollo hope it's okay..!

femreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff, swearing;;

-Samatoki was no stranger to almost all thrift stores in Yokohama division, knowing where and what he can buy exactly - this one is full of good jeans, this one is more expensive but clothes here are always in really good quality..

-Yet most of the time he visits a store that was near his house, he didn't have that much time as second in command of the Yakuza. Also, let's be honest, Samatoki can be kinda lazy to ride to another part of town, especially if he's just bored and just wants to peek a little.

-And one day, as he was walking around, looking at new arrivals, a consultant appeared in front of him with a small blush on her cute face.

-It was you..! And honestly, in your first meeting Samatoki didn't pay that much attention to you. Like yeah, you were kinda pretty, but he's not the type to fall madly in love right in the place.

-"Can I help you?" - you ask with your cheerful voice. Ahh, you just started working here and were kinda nervous..! So you try to be as positive and polite as you can, looking at the tall grumpy man in front of you with a soft smile.

"Actually, yes.. There was always this stand with t-shirts, where is it now?" - Samatoki points out an empty place and you nod.

"Oh, we had a little change here, and moved it to another side.. Here." - you lead him through shelves and hangers to the right place.

"Mm.. Thank you." - he still looked kinda somber, yet his voice was pretty calm and soft..? Just who is this man..?

-Well, it looks like he was absolutely uninterested in you, yet somewhere in the depths of his mind, the Yakuza made a mental note about you. Nothing serious, he just remembers you.. Why? He probably can't answer himself.

-He visited this store at least once a week, and after a few times he would prefer to ask you than other consultants. You're a newbie yet being able to understand Samatoki better than experienced sellers, like you two have some sort of connection.

-Despite his harsh character, Samatoki is actually more calm around civilians, so very soon he will show this side of him too. Slowly, he starts to be softer around you, and sometimes you even notice the corners of his lips lifting up a little..

-"Hey, what do you think, which of these shirts is better..?" - he suddenly catches you with an unexpected question, when you help him once again. The way he asks you, with such a smirk on his face and playful tone, looks more like he asks a friend, not a consultant..

"Oh.. This one is good, yet I do remember you already bought something similar last time?" - nervous, you get closer and touch the fabric of the yellow shirt he was holding in his arms, then look at another place of clothes. - "And this one.. Oh, I know..!"

You went away for a minute, leaving your loyal customer a little bit confused, then returned with a matching hat and jacket.

"Here..! I think it all would look good together." - A small titter escaped your lips as you held out new clothes to Samatoki. His face was the same yet you can see a little surprise on his face and it tickles your heart both with excitement and fear.

"Hm.. You're right.." - he mumbled, looking at your suggestions then chuckling. - "I'll go and try this all.. Stay here, I'll need your opinion once again after I'll change my clothes.."

This time you were the one who was left in place, absolutely confused. You didn't even notice when this intimidating man got all friendly with you..!

-Yet it's more look not like something friendly, more like teasing, as Samatoki loves to mock you a little. He can be kinda bratty and playful when the right mood strikes him, yet it just means he gets attached to you more, feeling relaxed around you.

-But at the same time you notice that when you actually get alone - on days when he gets in store really early or really late and there's not that many other clients, or when you two suddenly get in an empty part of the store where no one sees you two through all the shelves.. Then this Yakuza actually opens to you completely, not only his more chatty side, but something attentive, caring and soft.

-Even his voice gets more low and soothing, as he speaks with you, asking about new things, and slowly changing topics to some domestic stuff.

-"Huh.. I notice you start to take less weekends now. Don't think money is more important than health and don't rush over it, okay?" - Samatoki mumble, trying on another vintage pair of shoes.

"Oh, no.. My co-worker just got sick so this is why I take more shifts now.." - you mutter in response, looking through another box with shoes that would suit him, then realization hits your mind. - "Did you just try to scold me..?!"

This was neither the first nor probably last time he did this, and you always receive some laughter and more teasing for your reaction, yet this time Samatoki looks more serious.

"More like a warning.. I don't want you to overwork yourself." - there's no sign of blush on his face or something, Samatoki said this so casually like you two talk about weather, yet the tone of his voice was so unexpectedly caring, making you blush a little.

"Okay.. Sorry."

-Samatoki is a straightforward man. He doesn't want to fool around with you or with his own feelings, and after some time, after he shows this softer side of him, and receives no less soft care and attention from you, he decides to act.

-And one day, he held up with you until the store closed. (especially or accidentally? well…) The weather was terrible, torrential rain and strong wind, so he suddenly offered to take you home in his car.

-Well, it seems like things are planned, huh? He lives not that far away from the thrift store but you told him before that it takes some time for you to get here, that's why he took a car with himself today?

-But how can you say no? As you also develop some feelings for him.. and a long ride in a warm passenger seat as you enjoy gloomy skies and watch a small drop of rain running on the window sounds so good.

-Quiet, calm music fills the car as Samatoki slowly rides you to your place. He didn't talk much, just a small light conversation between you two but it felt so soothing, like if you know each other for a really long time. Low velvety voice makes your whole body relax, your eyes slowly move from the windshield to his figure, and you feel like you literally can fall asleep in this atmosphere..

-"Hey, sleepyhead..! We're in place." - light chuckle wakes you up as Samatoki touches your shoulder. Maybe you were too drowsy after a small nap but you can swear the way he strokes you was so indescribably yearning..?

"Mm.. Already?" - you yawn, looking at your house through the window. The rain was still pouring down, and you can't help but yawn a little bit more, almost mewling.

"Are you always like that after sleep? Like a small kitty.." - he smirks, yet then his voice gets more deep, dropping to whisper. - "It's amusing that I wish I could see such a face of yours more often.."

"What?" - you turn to him with widened eyes, still not sure what you just heard. For a moment he looks at you, then moves back, sighing disappointed with furrowed brows.

"Fuck.. This is not the way I wanted to say this.." - Samatoki bumble, then look at you again, this time you actually can see some light blush creeping to his pale face. - "S/o, there's something I wanted to tell you.."

"You get too special for me now, and I can hold this inside me anymore. No one ever makes me feel more alive, it's like your softness melts something in my soul, if not breaks it completely.. I'm no longer as I was before, cause now I can't imagine my life without you.." - soft careful touch to your hand as he gets closer, not breaking eye contact with you. - "S/o, I love you.."

For a moment you froze, trying to process his words. You never would have imagined that Samatoki can be so smooth and poetic with his words, and it makes you kinda shocked now, speechless.

"Wait, I need some time, as it feels like I'm still dreaming.." - small murmur was all that your trembling voice could come up with now, as you look away, feeling your cheeks get warmer and warmer.

"I don't mind if you would remember it's all just like a dream.. After all, I originally planned to take you to some more suitable place than my car to confess to you.." - Samatoki smirks, his thumb slowly caressing your knuckles as he admires every small reaction on your face, this heavy blush and darting eyes. - "But you just look too cute and mesmerizing right now.."

"Huh.. Then can I fetch another small memory from this dream..?" - you whisper under your breath, not able to control your gaze that stopped on his lips. And Samatoki quickly noticed this.

"Fuck, s/o.. You wanted to toy with my heart, do you..?" - he groans, moving his arms from your hand to your shoulder, bringing you closer to himself. In the darkness of the street his face looks so mysterious and charming, and this deep gaze of red eyes, as they glow with passion.. - "You know I can't resist your small games.."

You whimper, grasping in his shoulders too, as he presses his lips to yours. Some soft but needy kiss, as if a young Yakuza was actually waiting for this for a long time. Damn, you almost can feel like he is trying to control himself from getting carried away in this small display of affection.

"Mn..You sure want me to remember that kiss only like a dream? It sure feels too good to be real, yet still.." - you giggle shyly when he pulls away, breathing heavily.

"Oh? And I always thought that you were an angel.." - he smirks, placing his hands on your waist, looking at your lips more hungrily. - "If you decided to be so playful, then okay.. I will show you my devil side once again.."

#hypmic x reader #hypmic imagines #hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypmic samatoki #hypnosis mic samatoki #samatoki aohitsugi #samatoki x reader #Samatoki Aohitsugi x reader

[bestworstcase]

Listen as someone who loves Ozpin a lot, he got the better end of the deal and we know this bc Light said explicitly he would not be alone. No it’s not a GOOD deal but considering he found and reunited with and had kids with Salem in his first new life? Things only got terrible for him truly after they broke up / tried to kill each other.

Salem watched humanity be Destroyed by the “gods” of her world who thought she should be punished bc they were easily swayed into fighting by making her Love Forever, Invulnerable (can be brown. Apart but comes back together) and then Left Her Alone Until Humanity Evolved once again either by our real world rules or magical rules or a combination of the two.

Listen I’ll write an essay about Oz and his years of fucked up loneliness and body snatching he didn’t want but Salem being Alone for That long without even the release of death at her own hands? NONE of us would handle that well who knows how she rebates when life sprang up again like. She’s the villain for sure she’s fucked up for sure but man I would be too. I would be too

it’s funny that you say this actually because i think the opposite. salem may have been brutally psychologically tortured for millions of years at the hands of cruel and tyrannical gods, but 1. she’s still herself, 2. she understands that she did not deserve this, and 3. she was ultimately able to claw back some agency for herself by jumping into the pool of grimm (which is doubly true if that really did cause humanity’s resurrection, because in that case she actually ended the worst part of her curse).

meanwhile ozma got turned into a parasite who subsists by erasing and absorbing other people’s lives, over and over and over again, entirely against his will and in a manner that also forces him to experience this from their perspective too. and the god of light tricked him into agreeing to this—so he feels it’s his fault—on top of making it his sole responsibility to redeem humanity before the gods lest the whole world be obliterated. he’s been manipulated into a position where the one person who ever made him want to live is his greatest enemy and his whole existence revolves around a hopeless campaign to get rid of her so he can save the world that he only wanted to save because she was in it. and his sense of identity has been eroded so badly that he doesn’t even consider himself to be a person anymore. and he’s convinced all of his suffering is his fault and exactly what he deserves for having failed.

and rwby has been very, very clear that a person’s soul is their identity, their self-knowledge, which means that the nature of ozma’s curse is tearing his soul apart.

when salem found out he reincarnated early she kicked everyone out of the room, tried to calm herself down, had a meltdown, blew the windows in, and then very quickly shuffled her plans around to do damage control and even try to turn this development to her advantage (<- the ‘wring the lamp’s password out of him’ plan). when ozpin’s precarious house of cards collapsed he burrowed down into oscar’s head and went catatonic for months. and if V1 is any indication, as ozpin he regularly spent months on end just dissociating all the time. salem is like… a lot more emotionally functional than he is, and i think that’s entirely because ozma’s form of reincarnation is shredding his soul and forcing him to live in the bodies of people he involuntarily consumes.

#if i had to pick a poison i would choose salem’s in a heartbeat ozma’s curse is HORRIFYING #also people who think oscar’s narrative is a coming of age metaphor are deranged #he’s being EATEN

[shelterforananimal]

Ghost hockey headcanons bc I’m combining my hyperfixation and special interest okay? The player comparisons probably tell you that I’m a Devils fan. Under a read more because it got long.

Dew - star center. He’s got the kind of flair that the commentators would get salty and call him a show-off for (think Trevor Zegras). People thought he’d be too small to take the hits and protect himself, but he’s actually one of the toughest players in the league. Not afraid to fight, and very good at it. Connor McDavid type speed, quick boy.

Aether - defenseman. First line with Rain. Great 200-ft player. Offensive defenseman. Slapshots 24/7. Commentators are always calling him a “big body”. Big hits, but a huge goofball at the same time. Loves to laugh and joke with the team, and even opponents when he can. Dougie Hamilton vibes.

Rain - defenseman. First line with Aether. Ultra-precise. Incredible stickhandling. Beast in the defensive and neutral zones, but sometimes gets overwhelmed in the offensive zone. When he gets flustered, he makes some mistakes (i.e. passing when he has an open lane for a shot). When he’s not flustered, he’s completely untouchable. Wicked wristers. Think Connor Bedard when Rain is being confident.

Mountain - goalie. Calm most of the time, barely shows it outwardly when he is frustrated. Moderately superstitious. Does the thing where he squirts water into the air and watches it fall to focus himself. Biggest weakness is his upper left. Doesn’t venture out of the goal much. Pretty much opposite of MA Fleury. Maybe more like a Jake Oettinger.

Swiss - center. Second line with Cirrus and Cumulus. Used to be first line until Dew took his spot. He used to be a little bitter about it, but now he’s just happy to be winning. Even showier than Dew, though he makes more mistakes trying to be so. Ironically better for assists than goals. Switches between positions when they shuffle the lines, sometimes on either wing. Has even filled in as a defenseman a few times.

Cumulus - right wing. Second line with Cirrus and Swiss. Their line is one of the most dangerous in the league, especially when they’re in the zone. Never misses a rebound. Great at screening the goalie. Not afraid to get into the crowd in front of the net, or a scrum on the ice. Chris Kreider “big jet, no pilot” vibes on occasion.

Cirrus - left wing. Second line with Cumulus and Swiss. Deflection goals all day. Even more dangerous on wrap-around goals. Has an almost telepathic link with Cumulus and always knows exactly where she is to land a pass right on her tape. Fantastic hockey IQ - always two plays ahead of everyone else. Think second-season Jack Hughes.

Sunshine - defenseman. Second line. Small but she packs a punch. Underestimated at first, but lays some of the hardest hits in the division. Hangs back at the blue line to keep the puck in the offensive zone when the opponent tries to fire it out. Fantastic at blocking shots, not afraid to throw herself down to do so. Relatively strong Ryan Graves vibes.

Copia/Papa - coach. Used to be a second-line center before retirement. Level-headed. Not one for yelling, but will scold the team if they’re making stupid mistakes. Believes in positive reinforcement and dishes out lots of encouragement. Probably the opposite of Alain Vigneault.

#ghost headcanons #nameless ghouls #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #cumulus ghoul #cirrus ghoul #sunshine ghoul #cardinal copia #papa iv #ghost the band #the band ghost

[starxrocket11]

Overanalyzing how Leo got better with his portals - Random ideas for a one-shot.

Ok, I'm totally using the fact that we don't really know how mysticism works to my advantage, so bear with me here.

It's no secret that Leo was the last one of his brothers to get the hang of his powers (not really counting Donnie here but you guys know what I mean)

And I was also thinking about when Leo can handle his powers, he has an amazing ability to move everyone where they need to be when they need to be. It's an ability that emphasizes why he's a great leader and strategist but think about the details of it for a minute.

Even with his crazy ass spacial awareness, it's difficult to see everything that's going on, and when it comes to portals, details are extremely important; size, how long it's open, exactly when to close it, position, and angle. Details that we have seen Leo use to his advantage countless times.

Now, there has to be a limit to his own vision range in the mess that can be the middle of a battle.

But what if he doesn't need to see it?

What I think, is that when they developed their mystic abilities they also developed these little "extras", the way their own brains coped with the new abilities and adapted to them.

Hc moment here, after Draxum's redemption arc, Leo has gotten better with his portals, but still remembers the whole portal-jacked incident and fears what another portal mistake may cause. So against all of his morals, he goes to Draxum.

He doesn't tell anyone bcs inferiority complex go brr and he wants to get better without anyone knowing the amount of effort that is taking him to get there.

Draxum introduces him to some basics of mysticism, which is fucking everywhere, spells and artifacts are just concentrated forms of mystic energy shaped in different ways, and those ways, are the spells.

His portals are concentrated forms of mystic energy, but contrary to his brothers. His powers don't manifest directly over his weapon, which is why is more difficult to shape it.

(Leo was secretly relieved to know that there was a reason why it was so difficult)

Draxum told him that his ability to make portals gave him a sensitivity to the mystic energy around him, and the better he was being aware of the mystic energy, the more accurate his portals could be.

Leo didn't like the training part, given that it was meditation.

But at least in this case, he had something to focus on. It took him a good couple of tries, but he started feeling it and being aware of the things around him that he wasn't aware of before. It was overwhelming and tiresome at first. But it got easier.

When he tried to meditate at the lair, he could see his brother's ninpo moving around the house, he could feel them.

If he focused enough on one of them, he could almost tell how they were feeling. Donnie was frustrated, probably because some project of his wasn't working. Raph was sleeping in the living room, Mikey was calm, and he was drawing in his room. He couldn't do this with other mystic beings, so he assumed that he was extra sensitive to his brother's and father's energy, because of the ninpo

When he got the hang of doing it while meditating, Draxum told him to start trying to do it while he was walking or just doing normal things. Slowly working his way up to doing it without thinking and being able to use it during the battle.

It took him months, but he sometimes surprised himself when he noticed how he could immediately tell where his brothers were around the house.

And even if it hurt to say, Draxum was right, making his portals have never been easier and he was thriving with the happiness of his powers finally becoming the extension of himself that they were supposed to be.

Now, the one-shot idea is that none of the brothers are aware that Leo's doing this. They noticed how he has been meditating more, but none of them really said anything about it, thinking it was Leo trying to talk to gram-gram.

But once the whole Kraang fiasco happens, Mikey starts his own mystic training, Draxum also advises him to practice to be more aware of his mystic energy, so he could eventually manifest it without needing his weapons as a conductor.

The first couple of times he practices over at Draxum's, but one day he decides to practice by himself in the lair.

And the weird thing is that he feels... waves?

It was so weird, that he snapped out of it before going back to meditating to actually see what the hell it was. It felt like those echo-location radars he sees in the movies. Constant, and calm, but always present. But it didn't feel like something bad like it was just... there.

It took a bit of him, but he used his own ninpo to try and track down the source, which led him to Leo.

I will write down the rest eventually lmao, stay posted, and if you read until here, thank you 💜

#rottmnt #I'm totally overthinking this but idc #rottmntleo #rottmntmikey #we don't know how their ninpo really works and I'm using it to my advantage #thank you for reading my rambling lmao #rottmnt headcanons

[hamliet]

Soooo… ummm…

This is a late topic, but I wanna ask when the jjk fandom calmed down a bit. Anyway… Got any opinions on chapter 208 of jjk? Since… ya know.

That chapter sparked a huge controversy about how female characters are being treated. I mean. There’s also the discussion about how the fight went too.

But yeah. Thoughts and Opinions on chapter 208 and how Gege treats the female cast?

Hello! I actually got several asks about this when the chapter dropped and didn't answer bc I was Going Through It at the time.

My opinion isn't uber positive, obviously, but it is also not that different than it has always been in regards to how Gege writes female characters. I wasn't surprised, and I don't say this in a "told you so" type way--really, and I didn't post earlier because I really, really don't want to come across like I think this. "Disappointed but not surprised" sounds too flippant for what I actually mean, if that makes sense? I don't feel schadenfreude. I just feel sad.

Like with Horikoshi, I don't think Gege has any malice or overt misogyny. I just think that he's a man in a society that privileges men. The reason I think it feels like such a betrayal is because, unlike say Horikoshi or Kishimoto, Gege started writing female characters to be kick-ass. That's the easy way to seem feminist, and I actually think Gege isn't doing it to be a bait-and-switch or a jerk, but because he genuinely wants to write strong female characters.

But due to personal experiences and my own pet peeves, I side-eye badass female characters as written by men. Fair or not, I do--a bias of my own, I suppose. What I mean is that in our world, we sideeye traditionally feminine things--kindness, softness, and in terms of stories, romantic plotlines. We tend to be drawn to praise male characters--who tend to be better written--but the substance of what makes them better written has nothing to do with being able to physically kick ass and laugh while doing it. Yet, that's the easiest trait to replicate among female characters.

Like, James Bond is historically not a fabulously written character just because he kicks ass; I'd say he has the same depth (in earlier films at least) as Twilight's Bella Swan. They both work for the type of stories they are in, however. Yet most people would be more likely to praise James Bond than Bella.

What I look for in terms of a well-written character is if there is an internal world that is rich and compelling, that pulls the story along. Gege has written that for male characters like Gojo, Yuta, Itadori, and Megumi, even for smaller characters like Junpei. Mai and Maki had/have depth, but Nobara has next to none. You can remove her from the plot and basically nothing changes thematically or plot-wise, and that's exactly what happened, so it's not even really debatable. So I started grousing about seeing Nobara held up as an awesome female character just because she kicked ass. I think Nobara has potential, but I think she is, as is, written with the same unexplored potential and shallowness that Haruno Sakura in Naruto is. And I guess what annoys me in particular is that the world, including fandom, inherently sees Nobara as a stronger female character just because her focus is fighting. Love is seen as something that weakens Sakura. And I'm not saying Sakura's better written than people think--she isn't, not really. I'm just saying the way fandoms respond to Nobara vs Sakura (with Sakura held up as the quintessential wasted love interest) belies our own unconscious biases towards denigrating traditionally feminine traits.

So, the particular developments of 208 don't surprise me.

I'm going to post one of the asks about 208 from when it happened that I got below:

Hmm…

Not sure if you have caught up with jjk lately, but mannnn… lately I’ve been pretty disappointed with gege’s writing. Especially toward female characters.

Um… spoilers for jjk 208 I suppose

Like, why gege have to under utilize Yuji like that? Like I suppose it was a battle between ideology with her and Kenjaku, but if that was the case… why her dialogue near the end so focused on Choso and not like… her actual thoughts and ideals.

I dunno man… Yuji was introduced as someone who has her own agenda of changing the jujutsu world, which doesn’t necessarily mean she was on the protagonists’ side. She have so much mysteries and questions she brought up. She’s a Special Geade One Sorcerer!

She was so interesting and I so so invested in where she will take the story, but then… 208 happened.

I mean… I know I should have expected this since what Gege did with Mai and Maki, but I was so hoping that Gege won’t disappoint me again.

Now my expectations for the future of jjk is gonna be pretty low for female characters. Since whenever I see an interesting or nuanced set-up for a female character, it’s bound to become a disappointment in the future…

My only flickering sparks of hope would be Miwa’s future development, and a hopeful possibility of Maki’s arc being salvaged.

I agree that I think Maki has the best chance of having a decent arc, even if it's taken a detour into yikesville. Miwa I hope for as well, but admittedly I'm more invested in Maki.

#ask hamliet #jjk #jjk 208 #feminism

[fluffypotatey]

Hello! More Júhua content I'd made, if you're not sick of it me yet! Have some musical moments of hers:

1. A comic of Júhua walking around in Old Europe (Italy?) contemplating humanity's inconsistent consistency before discovering her new love, and rambling to SWK about it like a madman.

2. Júhua and her playing the violin and cello. She plays it to calm her two monkey men, and also to drown out Mackeral ranting about SWK like the loser he is.

3. Júhua singing karaoke. Júhua and MK singing a duet together, and the former going so hard he had to take a break. Júhua is still primed for another round.

I hope you enjoy these! Will any future one-shots include the train ride the Crew rode on last time? Does Júhua have suspicions that MK is not as human as he thinks he is?

Additional note: I was thinking of MK being possibly molded by Nuwa, Goddes of Creation, and SWK, being made by her own creations instead, and it makes me think of the metaphor for AI programs and programmers and how SWK was formed through the amalgamation of AIs instead of normal creators and Nuwa is a programmer who created MK but maybe basing him on SWK, an anomaly himself. Hope the rambling makes sense.

OH MY GOD THEY ARE WONDERFUL 😍😍😍

that little comic of Júhua finding a violin for the first time is EXACTLY how i envisioned it lmao. and her little ramble to Wukong while he’s giving a monkey a head scratch 🥺

AND THE POSES OF HER PLAYING 😍 they were beautiful AND HER PLAYING WHILE MK AND SWK SIT TOGETHER 😭😭😭😭 (cackled at the macaroni one lmaooooo he better watch out 😂)

AND KARAOKE!!!! i totally forgot i told you about that but it’s so cute 🥰 MK and Júhua bonding time T^T

also, i had to check if i posted anything about her sabbatical to make sure if you reading my mind or not lol (bc i am writing something related to that i was a little freaked out with how close you were lmao)

and for your questions:

Yes! We will get back to the train ride but it coincides with the Samadhi ritual so it’ll be a couple more before we get back

i have seen the theory about MK being a creation of Nuwa 👀 it’s very interesting but tbh a lot about MK’s origins are up in the air so there isn’t really anything I am positive on (I will let you know that I do play with that theory in this AU :3 )

oooooh love that comparison actually 👀 bc I definitely agree that MK was probably made by someone who was inspired by Sun Wukong’s power. (Although I don’t know much about AI to really give you that great of an analysis :(

For Júhua asking about MK’s origins…..why don’t I show you a fun conversation between Sun Wukong & Júhua >:3

“So he was also born from a stone?” 

“Look, I’m flattered, but couldn’t you just find some other magical stone egg?”

“Oh, Monkey King, there is no other stone like yours.”

“Yeah, just…a little differently.” Wukong sucked in a breath. “He was hatched earlier, for one. It’s why I agreed to place that seal on him. MK could barely control it before and for someone so new and fragile…it wouldn’t be safe. He just needed some more time.”

#your drawings give me life deary #i would never tire of it #hope you liked the snippet :) #it’s for part 9! #(also part 8 is out sorry forgot to promote that lol) #lmk #lmk oc art #lmk oc #huáng júhua (黄菊花) #lego monkie kid #asks #long post

[space-ninja-fashion-show]

Thinking about how the different spirals affect North but also how that changes over time, as things get better and the emotions mellow out into something more like weather or passing moods draped over the otherwise calm of Duviri

Anger, as i said already, is the worst. It is a constant fight not to get dragged down in it, not to let themself be carried away, bc they hate who they become when angry but it's also So tempting to just Give In. Bc it Does feel good, to be angry, to let it out in violent ways. But it also hurts immediately after, every single time. Anger always gives way to fear or sorrow sooner or later

Even after it has mellowed out, it makes them feel wrong. Irritable. Restless. They have control over it but they don't Like it regardless. The best they can channel it into is Motivation to Do Things but they don't like approaching things from a place of frustrated restlessness. But at least doing something productive about it lets them work it down without inflicting harm

Joy, ironically, makes them angry. They get really snappy about the forceful positivity to the point where no happiness during a joy spiral feels actually genuine. It's also…overwhelming. Flooding with sensory input they aren't always up for, and it drains their social battery too like no other spiral can. So they just wanna go hide in a cave for three hours and not look at anything if the spiral lasts too long

Eventually it does become genuine tho. Just influence making them a bit more likely to feel giddy, to express their joy outwardly more clearly than their usual quiet contentment. At its core it feels like when your eyes meet with someone else and suddenly you both burst out laughing. It can still get draining after a while, but a lot less easily

Envy sucks like all others but also it's in large part North talking to their own brain like it's an edgy 12-year-old in an online game. Yes our life sucks. Yes other ppl have it better. Yes i know. Can we pls get shit done now. But also they lock up any and all Envy Fuelled Thoughts they get real fuckin tight and refuse to deal with them bc they see them only slightly less rotten than how they are during Anger

It mellows out into slightly too strong motivation to Do Better. They learn to be analytical about it bc that's the only thing that seems to Work for making it feel Not Horrible. Asking, what exactly is it that i want here? And how do i get closer to it? Even if they don't act on it, plotting out that possible route helps. And if there is no such route, they just forcibly learn to let it the fuck go

Fear is familiar. Managable. North is the kinda person who can keep functioning through a panic attack bc Been There Done That. But being alone, having no one to put the fear aside for, no real reason to put on a brave face, it's not kind to them. Fear turns to loneliness and despair so easily. It convinces them that they're alone not only now but always. That those they love are no longer there, will no longer be there when they return home

(Also the thunderstorms it brings Suck)

When mellowed out, it's just an increase in North's baseline of anxiety. It makes them a bit more alert and a bit more careful. But being a bit less daring for some time doesn't affect them all that much

Sorrow is familiar too, almost tempting to remain in it forever. Comfort in pain and apathy. Unlike the others, it doesn't set in suddenly. It grows slow, insidious, until it feels like it had always been there, no point to fighting it. It drowns everything in fog. It's exhausting, to do anything, to stay, to convince themself to return home

It's still sorrow, even after mellowing, but it's not drowning anymore. It's melancholy. During these quiet waves of sorrow in Duviri is when North chooses to mourn their past and honour their dead

#duviri spoilers #kata's chatter #oc: drifter north #theres probably gonna be another post at some point #bc ive been also thinking about how the initial spirals affect higgins #+ how he and north deal with them together #so im gonna type that up too uhh. sometime

[lilgynt]

PLEASE KEEP TALKING ABOUT HANNIBAL JACK ROMANCE… #REAL

i mean likeeeee if the people insisttttt

so as far as canon. cmon. you’ve seen the show. hannibal lecter and jack crawford are genuinely friends for at least half the show and not even just oh we know each other friends jack is coming to hannibal at his weakest moments and hannibal IS always there and can take whatever jack is dishing out to him while knowing how to almost completely bypass his anger to get to the roots of jacks issues and calm/comfort him. he’s only been comforted in the show by hannibal bella will and alana which with will and alana it’s definitely appreciated he doesn’t exactly open up nearly as much as he does with bella AND hannibal and im just sayin bella’s his wife so. and while hannibal doesn’t exactly lean on jack in the same way i think he accidentally keeps making hannibal’s life much richer indirectly through his relentless chase of the ripper. hannibal may not NEED anyone else for his own fulfillment and would make fun for himself anywhere he ended up he does love to peacock and i think knowing for a fact that everytime he plays as the ripper he has someone who’s putting 100% of their effort to capture him futile or not and never once gonna take their eyes off of him does make it just a bit better compared to not having that. and maybe without jacks hunt of HIM it would get boring. jack offers hannibal a competition and something to struggle against instead of having easy picking of his targets and with hannibal’s whole nietzsche thing jack giving him something to grind his axe against means a lot to him. and jack also brings hannibal the best gifts as far as hannibal is concerned. like will abigail bella francis etc etc. jacks ultimate impact on hannibal’s life much to his dismay is really positive and jack being really handsome charming and funny is just a bonus

also ignoring all of that they just have great chemistry. i loveeeee seeing any scene of them eating together or really any scene with them like before or after jack knows what hannibal is. if it’s before then i think jacks scenes with hannibal really highlight how charming and sociable jack is in a way the other characters don’t really give him the chance to show as much just due to his position to those other characters. he’s playful he’s laughing he’s suave while still being on alert if that makes sense? those scenes also show off the way jack can play the long game and tends to keep his cards close to his chest and prefers subtlety which contrasts hannibal’s extreme overt ness to the point of invisibility really nicely i think. also hannibal finally has someone who’s not fucking nibbling his food then saying well murder is bad. no jack is EATING. and giving hannibal DEEPLY needed enrichment with his conversation idc what anyone says hannibal actually enjoys jacks company and finds what he has to say on a matter interesting and something to consider. jacks not matching will for matching hannibal beat for beat on every thought and weird metaphor but he is an engaging conversation partner which for hannibal. a lot. if it’s after he knows then the scene is BRIMMINGGGGG with tension just barely contained through politeness on both sides which like ohhh it’s not enough ur eating the victims of the man in front of you that you want dead soooo bad ur also copying his mo of hiding an urge for extreme violence behind manners hmmm okayyyyyy.

speaking of i loveeeeee how they contrast each other even just in their usual color palettes. hannibal is usually in lighter colors or extreme patterns while jack usually prefers more muted or darker colors with much more traditional if any patterns on his suit mwah mwah mwah and then if i even think about how hannibal is a cannibalistic serial killer helping the fbi on a whim bc it’d be fun and jack is a fbi agent who’s so dedicated to his duty he’s willing to eat the victims he’s trying to get justice for i wanna eat raw wood they’re just complete inverses of each other hannibal lives for the sake of hedonistic pleasure while jack lives for he deems to be right i would even say he’s one of the most morally right characters of the show to the point that it actually drives him to a morally grey zone for just what he’s willing to do for the greater good which for a show where everyone else descent has more to do with themselves is really interesting. it’s not completely altruistic a good chunk of capturing hannibal and putting the ripper behind bars for jack is punishing hannibal which i mean even better. guy who’s morals are so strict it actually leads him to a darker path to uphold those morals except maybe this isn’t all about getting justice for victims or saving more lives maybe he’s trading the lives of his agents just to dominate and take hannibal down maybe hannibal is his one vice that is dragging him down to his same level

and florence hannibal was the only thing that made jack feel alive again after bella’s death. AND it was through beating the shit out of hannibal? one hot two being able to beat the shit out of or challenge hannibal gotta be one of his love languages three the way he pouted before jack kicked him out the window i wouldn’t even have to see any other part of the series to think about Them. the jack beating the shit out of hannibal scene is so romance. and i have to imagine cathartic to get as physically hurt as much as he felt emotionally

anyway now imagine young jack meeting younger hannibal in florence and he’s like omggggg the only way to keep people safe from this freak is to be around him 24/7 to make sure he’s not hurting anyone and keep him entertained so he doesn’t get bored enough to kill people and maybe beat the shit out of him bc i hate him and he’s not even cute (lying) but also if and when hannibal does end up killing people i could completely see jack moving past it very quickly and continuing on with hannibal by thinking that since nothing sticks to hannibal legally ultimately the lives lost are significantly less than if jack had gone about trying to keep the public safe through the normal channels so he’s sleeping fine at night while getting spooned by hannibal

#ask #anon i hope this is coherent you got me straight of the end of my shift #personal

[r--u--min3]

l'amour de ma vie

Pure fluff oh my god I hate this. Basically this is one of my very traumatized gay ocs, of whom I've decided to pair with my favorite British cigarette, Gareth Emerson bc he's babygirl. This is fluff for now but feel free to request angst and/or smut although angst is my favorite to write. I can go into their story a little bit later but all you need to know for now is they're a mentally ill teen that's nonbinary in the 80s which causes a lot of insecurity for them because they managed to fall for the gay kid and they had the misfortune of being born as a girl.

Established relationship

No triggers for this one

"Dude, what do you mean it's nothing? That's so cool!" Gareth hollered, grinning at his partner as they casually decided to mention the fact they know a few phrases in French. "It's just a few...like really lovey dovey ones." Atlas mumbled, face glowing a bright shade of red as they remembered why they learned the phrases in the first place.

Atlas Grove sat patiently on the calm patio of the Emerson home, waiting for Gareth to return with snacks from the store as they mindlessly wrote anything and everything in their notebook. Footsteps trailed behind them, though audibly not Gareth's, it was his mom. Eleanor Emerson wasn't a stranger to seeing Atlas appear in her home, it wasn't something for her to complain about either, Atlas was kind and clearly loved her son so why worry.

"Waiting for your loverboy to get back?" The elder questioned, sitting in the sit next to the teen, setting down a cup of water for them. Atlas seemed on a different planet, listening to another French lesson with their Walkman strapped onto their head. It wasn't too loud for them to hear the woman though, and they simply replied, "if you're talking about Gareth — I still haven't confessed." A small sigh of defeat escaped the Grove teen's lips as their gaze found it's way to Eleanor, "well, I'm fixing to, I just don't want it to be obvious. I learned how to say and write 'I love you' in French so I'll probably just leave him a note that says that and wait for him to figure it out."

Sadly, Gareth never exactly figured out what the translation of Je t'aime meant, however Atlas still managed to end up lucky enough to be running their fingers through Gareth's hair, making a mess of it, though it seemed like the boy couldn't care less as the side of his face pressed into the other teen's stomach. "Tell me something in French, I wanna guess what you're saying. I'll give myself three hints."

Atlas sighed a bit to themself, more in content than boredom or something along those lines. How could they possibly get bored of laying like this? Gareth's arms were loosely wrapped around their waist, just enough so that it wasn't uncomfortable for either of them. Gareth was laid on the longer end of the couch while Atlas' body was positioned more in the corner of the L-shaped sofa. The Emerson teen's face was turned towards Atlas' so the pair could look at each other, as if that wasn't what they did all day anyway.

Even if Atlas couldn't see Gareth, his face was engraved into their mind. Every little detail. Every freckle that went from one cheek, to across the nose, then onto the other cheek, and finally scattering around his forehead.

"Well...uh, l'amour de ma vie."

Gareth scoffed playfully, glaring up at Atlas in disbelief, "amour is obviously love." He claimed proudly, nose slightly scrunched as he continued. "And I know ma is my, I took French for like 2 years...in middle school."

Atlas let out a quiet laugh, nodding to show that he was on the right track. They would've spoke but they felt like silence communicated their thoughts better than they did. And who would want to interrupt Gareth's train of thought when it was making him look so...squishy? Like when a cat is so cute you just wanna suffocate it, whatever that is called. His nose was slightly scrunched, making his eyebrows furrow inward slightly as he reached up to scratch his cheek like he was did when thinking intently. "I need a hint."

"Vie means life." Atlas declared, "the whole thing is kinda like a pet name, it's something you call someone you love."

Gareth seemed completely lost but that was fine by Atlas since he couldn't catch them staring at him. As much as they stare at him, they'd probably be able to do a photo-accurate sculpture of Gareth just from memory. Curls messily fell over his freckled forehead, framing his face as his eyes drooped sleepily and he reached around to grab Atlas' free hand.

"I give up, what's it mean?"

"Love of my life."

#gareth emerson fluff #gareth emerson #gareth stranger things #strnager things #season 4