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cyncerity · 1 year

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i have no self control so i finished it today

here’s chapter 1 out of idfk! I vehemently refuse to plan things in advance beyond just various scenes I want to happen :D

I’m actually super excited for this one and really proud of it so I hope y’all like it as much as I do!

tw: parental neglect ig this is different from what I normally write

“Honestly, Wilbur, house arrest?!” His mother scolded him. Wilbur sighed and dropped his bags at the door, pushing up his glasses to rub his eyes, pointedly looking away from his mom. “I don’t hear from you in years and I suddenly get a random call that says you’re getting dumped at my house because you’ve been put under house arrest??” “I know, I’m sorry mum-“ “Were you just planning to drop off the face of the earth? Would you have just never come back here if you weren’t arrested? What were you arrested for? Why wouldn’t they just drop you off at your house? You’re an adult-“ “That’s pretty simple, I don’t have one.” “Wilbur!!”

Wilbur walked over to the couch and dropped himself on it, head in his hands. He could feel his mother’s eyes on him, staring and trying to take in how much he’d changed. He couldn’t blame her. He’d left when he was 18 to pursue music, and look at where that got him. Homeless, lonely, and arrested, the court ordered anklet digging uncomfortably into his skin at a measly 21 years old. He was a mess. An exhausted, hopeless mess.

He heard quiet footsteps as his mother came to sit next to him, and a warm arm laid over his shoulder. “You know I love you. I don’t care that you were arrested, or why you were, I really don’t. But…why didn’t you come home? I’ll always be here to help you, you know that, right? Did I…did I do something wrong?” “No!” Wilbur quickly said, head still in his hands. “No, you’re a wonderful mother, i’m just a terrible son. I..I don’t know why I didn’t come home, I’m sorry, but it’s not your fault.” His mother sighed and pulled him closer, and he relished in the comfortable silence. It had been so long since he had felt like anyone around him actually cared, and yet his mothers patience and love for him was seemingly endless, even now, even for a horrible fuck up son like him. He didn’t deserve her. If he was being honest with himself, that’s why he didn’t come back home to her when times got tough for him. Why should she have to deal with him? It wasn’t her fault that he turned out a wreck, she did the best she could as a single mother, even putting aside her passions while she put her whole focus into him.

Speaking of that, since he left, she certainly seemed to pick her interests back up, if the messy house was any indication. Or maybe messy wasn’t the right word, maybe so trashed and horder-like that it was hard to believe anyone actually lived here. Wilbur looked up from his hands to fully take in the mess that completely covered the main floor of the house. Walls were covered in taped up drawings of creatures of all kind, floors covered in similar scribbles and notes. There were some cabinets with small observation cases full of taxidermic bugs and what looked to be small…weapons? Saddles?

Well, her collection had definitely grown in the past few years.

“I see your hobby has been going well.” Wilbur said, trying to deflect the situation. Luckily for him, he knew his mother. And if there was anything that could distract her, it was asking her about her odd fascination with all things tiny. “Oh! Yeah, I forgot it’s been a while since you’ve been here. My collection had grown…a fair bit. I haven’t touched your room, though! It’s the same as it’s been, things have just been…messier.” She said, getting up to show him around. He chuckled softly as he watched her make her way around the room, carefully avoiding the piles and piles of documents scattered around the floor. She stopped at a wall of computers, pointing up at them. “I’m close, though. I have cameras set up all over the forest, and I don’t think they’ve noticed them…yet. They’re fast, but I think I have some arguable proof.”

His mother leaned over the keyboard, frantically searching for whatever new clip she had. Wilbur smiled. He couldn’t say he actually believed in any of it, despite what she had taught him growing up. Of course the idea was fun, but the older he got, the harder it was to suspend his disbelief that there may be tiny people living in the forest. How his mom kept that childlike faith in her beliefs despite the lack of proof for years and years he couldn’t know, but he was happy for her. She had something to put her heart into and believe in, and Wilbur had forgotten what that was like after music had proven to be a bust.

He snapped back to the screen as his mom made an excited noise and leaned back to point at the screen. “See! There!” Wilbur looked for a moment before taking a few very careful steps around her findings and towards the screen. It was a blurry freeze frame; one smaller brown and reddish bird, one small brown-ish spec, and a much larger black blur that seemed almost iridescent. A couple of birds and a bug, probably, the finch looking one in the lead and the large black bird and bug close behind. “Mom I’m sorry, but…what evidence am I supposed to be seeing in a bird chase?” “That’s a raven,” she pointed to the black bird, “that bird is most likely a common redpoll, and judging from the wing color and shape that’s probably a bee. But here’s the thing!” She swung back to Wilbur, an excited, manic look in her eye. And people wondered where he got his crazy from. Certainly wasn’t his father, he never knew the bastard. “The bee is out of the Ravens sight, so it isn’t chasing a food source.” She continued. “Ravens don’t go after other bird species, either, and there’s no reason a bee would chase a potential predator. But look here,” she pointed back to the screen and Wilbur leaned closer, the fuzz of the old tv brushing against his face. “you see it?”

Looking where she was pointing, there were a few thin brown straps on the bird, and a small blurry green and slightly yellow blob on its back. The raven had a spot on it where the black wasn’t as iridescent, where it looked like something was wrapped around it. It also had something on it’s back; a greyish blob with more hints of brown and black and also white, weirdly enough. And looking at the bee, it also looked like it was missing a few legs, and was built strangely, along with having something green on it. He looked back to his mom, who looked more proud of herself than he’d seen her be in years. He was sure everything on screen had a logical explanation, but who was he to break his poor mother’s heart?

“That’s great! That’s really, really amazing mom.” He said as she squealed and hugged him. “I knew you would think so!” she leaned back, hands still on his arms as she made eye contact with him and sighed. “Fuck, here I am rambling when you’ve still got settling in to do. Let’s get your bags and head upstairs, yeah? Your old room is waiting for you, and who knows how long it’s been since you slept in a bed, you impossible child.” She said, letting go and grabbing his two measly bags and guitar case. Wilbur rolled his eyes and took his guitar case from her, given that it was the heaviest. “Hey, I’m not impossible, I’m stubborn, and I get that from you, y’know.” He heard his mom mockingly repeat him and scoff from the top of the steps, and he laughed. God, he’d missed her.

~~~

“I swear to fucking god!” Phil yelled, storming his way through his castle, Techno walking quickly behind, struggling to keep pace. “I need him for one thing and he just fucking disappears! It’s a miracle I haven’t strangled that child with my bare hands.” He stopped momentarily to command more guards to triple check Tommy’s room, and Techno finally managed to catch up, panting slightly. “You know this isn’t unlike him, Phil. He likes to do his own thing, wonder where he gets that from.” “I get that he’s too much like me for his own good, but at least I was always able to take account of myself and get my shit done.” Phil responded with venom in his tone. “He’s irresponsible, he’s brash, he’s rude, I don’t know how he ended up like this or what I could have done better for him.” “I’d respond but I’m assuming that was rhetorical…” he muttered under his breath. “What was that, Techno?” “Nothing, your majesty.”

Phil continued his walk and ended up out of the palace, the sky above them turning a dark grey and a low rumble of thunder cracking through the silence. Phil, however, seemed undeterred, ending up by his stable, his trusty crow waiting for him. He pet the bird’s beak gestured to a few more guards. “Get Brian saddled, I’m heading out for a bit.” “Do you really think this is necessary?” “You forget, Techno, Tommy thinks he’s so smart, but I’m his father. He’s the teenager and I’m the adult; I’m always a step ahead.” He said, holding up his necklace. A chunky green emerald swung from a thin leather rope, identical to one that Tommy wore every day. “I thought that was to help Tommy with his magic?” “It is…mostly,” Phil said, dropping the necklace back down to his chest. “It has a lot of magic stored in it, Tommy’s does, too. His is a chip off from mine, after all. In a pinch, though, it can be used to track. As long as Tommy is wearing his, I can get him to me. If I was truly in a desperate situation, I could call Tommy to me right now. But as it stands, that takes far too much of the necklace’s power, and he just needs to learn a lesson about refusing his duties and disobeying his father.” “It’s a magic session, Phil, he practices all the time, it can’t be that much of a deal. Besides, there’s a storm coming, this isn’t a good idea.” “He’s been blowing them off for 2 months,” Phil said, straddling his bird, Brian cooing softly. “And he knows that I’m rarely ever free for them, he needs to take this more seriously if he’s going to lead. Besides, if he’s still not home before the storm starts, that’s all the more reason to find him before he lets himself get hurt.”

“Phil-“ “I’ll be ok, I promise, mate.” Phil said, eyes softening as he leaned down to his right hand man. “I’ve never lied to you before have I?” “…no, sir.” Techno said, defeated. “Have a safe flight, I’ll see you home soon. If you don’t come back with Tommy by nightfall I’m coming to find you myself.” “Relax, I‘ll be fine. I run this goddamn forest, remember?” And with that, Phil was off, Brian taking off like a shot off the stable’s branch.

Techno couldn’t help the sinking feeling in his gut as he watched Phil shrink into the distance.

~~~

Wilbur was settling in as well as he thought he would be. One thing he’d grown to hate in his short amount of time at his old house was his court ordered punishment. Other than the ankle monitor, he had to do “community service.” Of course, the court hadn’t known at the time that there was literally no community to service for miles and miles at his house, and he didn’t have a license anymore (you do donuts on a private frozen lake one time) (ok maybe 6 but that guy was an asshole). So his “community service” consisted of cleaning up the forest; turns out that the one and only road near the forest was a pretty popular spot for passerby’s to toss trash. Most of his afternoons were spent along the side of a mostly undisturbed road that had way more trash that it logically should for how new the road seemed; he doubted anyone other than the jail car he’d been driven down in had been on the road for months.

Still, he donned the eye-sore yellow “hey! i’ve been to jail and i’m serving my sentence to community!” vest and grabbed a beanie and fingerless gloves. It was spring, but under all the overhang of the trees he knew it’d feel cooler than it was, which he accounted for when he put on a yellow flannel sweater and thick slightly dirty and ripped jeans, ones he wouldn’t mind getting dirty since he was going to be kneeling on the dirt. One step onto his porch told him it was also definitely gonna storm, the sky growing dark and that spring-time smell of rain filling his senses. He decided to lace up heavy steel toed and already worn and muddied work boots and threw a thick grey hooded t-shirt on for good measure under the vest in case it (or more like when it) rained. He wished he had better than a simple hood, but he didn’t know where the umbrellas were. He’d love to ask his mother, but she had already head out that morning to double check that her cameras wouldn’t be damaged by the rain.

He hoped she just got out before the storm.

~~~

Phil flew faster as the wind started to pick up and the thunder grew louder. Brian was sturdy, and above all else fast, but Phil knew his bird’s limits. He was getting tired, and Phil wasn’t any closer to Tommy somehow. He wished his stupid crystal could work better, but it was really a game of hot or cold until he got close enough to Tommy that the shard gave him some magic feeling that his son was close by and could lead him from there. It was stupid and time consuming, but he couldn’t risk just calling Tommy to him. Turns out he probably should have listened to Techno; this storm was shaping up to be a big one, and he knew he’d need the extra magic his necklace provided in order to repair whatever damage the rain caused to his forest.

He ended up near the tar strip through the middle of his forest (the damn humans put it there years ago, and though their cursed machines came through the forest sometimes, those instances were few and far between, thankfully)(still, fuck those humans). He may hate it, but it ran through the forest somewhat evenly, so he’d be able to hopefully sense at least what side of it Tommy was on if he just went down the middle.

The storm was getting heavier, but he couldn’t give up now. There was no sign of Tommy. Phil realized at some point that his concern had shifted from “i have to teach him a lesson about wasting my time” to “oh god where is my son is he ok.” He wasn’t surprised though, really. He did truly, really care about his son, even if Tommy didn’t think so. If he had all the time in the world, he’d spend it with him, he would. But he can’t. He’d wanted to be the one to teach Tom to read, to watch his first steps, to see him grow into the young man he was now. But he hadn’t. Tommy had been raised by royal staff who’s names Phil had never cared to know. He’d been there to hear Tommy’s first word, though, but he wished it would have been under better circumstances.

It had been “Tech,” and he’d said it while witnessing one of the most brutal and gut-wrenching arguments he’d ever had with Technoblade, out of the few they’ve fought. He’d learned that Techno was skipping his guard duties in secret to spend time with Tommy. And he’d been outraged, for some reason. He’d burst into a room where Techno was telling a harmless tale to a baby Tommy and screamed at him for neglecting his duty and fooling off instead. Tommy had people to be there for him, and Phil had never cleared Techno to be one of them. Techno argued that Tommy needed someone who cared about him, not just people who were rewarded for giving him food and attention. He needed people who wanted him, and Phil clearly didn’t. It’d stung like a knife to the chest at the time, but he knew where Techno was coming from now.

The fight grew worse and worse for minutes before he’d heard the desperation in Tommy’s infant babble. They were silenced as tears rolled down his chubby infant cheeks when he realized someone who he cared about was so upset, calling out to the only person who’d ever shown him voluntary affection. And it hadn’t been Phil. It wasn’t his father, it was his father’s guard and friend. Even now, though Tommy didn’t associate with Techno as much anymore since he was always with Phil, Tommy loved Techno more than Phil. And Phil would never resent Techno for that. He trusted Techno with his life, and if Tommy had to look up to someone other than Phil, he was glad it was his most trusted confidant, but he couldn’t stop it from hurting.

His kingdom thrived, his people were happy, and his son hated him. It was just a fact of his life, at this point. Even when Phil did his best to reconnect with Tommy when he was younger, when he was finally becoming his own person, it all went downhill. They’d been the closest they’d ever been for those few years, but it all plummeted in one conversation, and Tommy never saw him the same again after that.

All he could hope is that someday, when Tommy is king, he’ll see how hard it is, and know that his dad did his best to keep him safe and happy.

~~~

Wilbur sighed as he pulled his hood farther over his head to keep his glasses from getting wet as rain started down. Yup, he’d been right. Definitely rain. Should’ve worn contacts. Damn, and he’d just started down the road, it’d be hours till he was done for the day. Still, he sighed and picked up packets of chips and broken beer bottles with his cold slippery metal trash-grabber-thing and shoved them into a garbage bag.

Unfortunately, things only got worse the longer he was out there. He’d made it fairly deep into the woods at that point, but the rain pounded onto him like hail and thunder roared around him. He just honest to god wanted to go home and sit with a cup of tea and listen to his mom ramble about whatever new thing she’d seen in woods. But lucky him, his ankle shackle tracked his movements. He was only allowed to be in the house and a little ways into the front or backyard during the day. During his torture hours (that’s what he liked to call his court ordered punishments), he was not allowed to be in the house. Instead, he had to remain on the road and somewhat into the woods for his designated amount of hours or else he’d get a couple of very stern police officers at the front door telling his mother that he was on thin ice and to do what he was ordered to unless he wanted jail time. He did not, thank you very much.

He flinched as lightning struck a tree a ways behind him. Holy shit, this was actually getting pretty bad. Was his mom still out here? Had she gone home when the rain started? God, he hoped so. But all he could do for now was pick shit up and wait it out.

It wouldn’t be that long till he got home.

~~~

Phil panted, barely able to breathe through his panic as he pushed Brian to go faster. Rain started to pound on him, but he didn’t care. He was becoming frenzied. Oh god, where was Tommy? Was he hurt? Was he back at the castle, having heard the thunder and realizing that it was stupid to be out on his own? Brian softly chittered beneath him, but he could barely process it. Phil had to find Tommy. He just had to. He couldn’t leave his little boy out here alone, cold, scared…

Phil yelped as Brian swerved out of his control, landing on a nearby tree branch that only somewhat shielded them from the storm. “Brian, wh-“ He heard a soft coo and only then felt minute quivering beneath him. He reached out a hand and felt his wings, which were shaking badly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, buddy, you’re probably pretty tired, huh…” He said, getting off the crow and petting his head. Brian pressed his head lightly into Phil’s hand as a response, and Phil reached over to his saddle and pulled out some berries and a water pouch, holding them out in front of Brian. He immediately perked up and opened his beak a little bit, enough for Phil to drop the food and pour water in. Brian cooed and nestled down onto the branch a bit more. Phil sighed and sat down next to him; seemed like they wouldn’t be moving for a little while.

They sat in silence for a while, Phil listening to the raid patter violently on the leaves above him while some stray droplets broke through and struck where he sat. He tried to even his breathing and think with a level head, but to no avail. He tapped his foot anxiously with no other way to get his nervous energy out, pulling at some of the leaves on his wrists. If Techno were here, he’d tell him to stop, but as it was, Phil was left to sit with his own thoughts as the storm raged around him.

Until the worst happened.

He wasn’t sure why his mind hadn’t registered the thunder around him. Maybe he’d gotten so used to hearing it in the past few hours, maybe he just didn’t think enough of it to even process it. All he knew after the fact was that it had been so loud it made the forest around him shake and caused a violent thud in his chest, but he hadn’t heard the warning until it was too late.

The clap of lightning around him was deafening, and snapped him out of whatever anxious spell he was in. Brian practically screamed as the trunk and the branch they were sitting broke with a ear crunching snap and heat engulfed him for a moment. He felt petals burn as pain bloomed in him and felt the gust of wind as Brian lifted in the air to avoid being hit or burned, lurching his wings downwards to try and grab Phil. And as much as Phil loved Brian, he was fast, not agile.

No amount of speed could help Phil as Brian’s beak barely missed one of his remaining petals and Phil felt himself free fall towards his forest floor. Those seconds felt like a lifetime, some parts of him knowing that he could save himself if he called onto his magic, some parts reminiscing on would happen to his kingdom, his best friend, his son…

would Tommy miss him?

He closed his eyes as the muddied grass grew closer and closer. He wasn’t sure what he wanted his last thought to be, he wasn’t sure why he was worried about it, all he could do was accept his death, knowing that once he hit the cold ground the earth would reclaim him and he’d become part of the forest he’d worked so hard to lead.

Phil landed hard, but…it didn’t feel like the cold ground he was expecting. It was damp, sure, but…warm. He heard Brian screech, but shockingly heard a different noise in response. He heard a gasp from a voice he’d never heard. It was a woman, he thought, but he couldn’t focus in on anything she said after or what was going on. He was fading out quickly, but he was alive, for now at least. The ground below him moved, the warmth starting to surround him, and the rain stopped hitting him. He should have been more concerned about what was going on, but he couldn’t find it in himself to stay awake anymore.

As he faded out of consciousness, he didn’t notice the lack of the weight that normally hung from his neck.

~~~

Logically, Kristin knew she should have gotten out of the storm before it got this bad. But she’d never really been on logic’s side, why start now?

She had started to run home when the thunder got worse, though.

Her rain boots pounded heavily on the road as she sprinted back to her house. Jeez, she hoped Wilbur’s officers could cut him a break with this one. She’d lived in this forest for over a decade and this was the worst storm she’d seen in a long, long while. Wilbur was never usually one to take instructions too seriously, so she hoped he’d just given up on the minimum hours and fucked off to go home. But she knew he also didn’t want to be in jail in case the officers were as heartless as she was lead to believe, so she couldn’t really be sure.

She practically jumped out of her skin as lightning hit a tree beside her, the leaves immediately starting to burn as bits of the top broke away and fell to the forest floor. It was getting dangerous out here, she needed to go-

And she would have if a bird hadn’t screamed.

God damn her good hearted nature, it was going to get her killed one of these days.

She ran over to the tree in time to see the bird lunging down towards a broken branch, trying to reach out to somethi-

Holy fuck.

Kristin’s eyes widened as she saw something- no, someone- falling, and falling fast. Someone green, though accented with yellow and a couple white petals, though most of what she could assume were longer ones had now been burnt back.

Holy shit, it was one of them.

Kristin ran faster and practically threw herself to the ground to catch them, the little person falling into her hands just in time. Holy shit, it was a little person. Here, in her hands, was a little man. She could barely breathe as she held him closer, taking in every detail she could. They seemed to be around her age, and they looked like a guy, but who knows how their gender roles worked in their role. God, who knew how anything worked! She had so much to ask! She could barely believe it, she’d finally done it! She got one!

She was snapped out of her thoughts as the bird screamed again, frantically flapping its wings and hopping towards her. She at first assumed it had just been hunting the little guy in her hands as a food source, but she then took notice of the green leaf-made saddle on its back. Ah, so the bird belonged to the green guy, it seemed like she’d been right in her hypothesis that the tiny people rode them to get around. It hobbled closer, and her thoughts were cut off as she gasped.

She hadn’t fully realized the damage to the bird; a few of the feathers were damaged on one side, especially on it’s wing, and it’s feet were swollen, probably from the heat. Along with that, it was shaking violently and trying valiantly to get back to its rider.

She cooed as she gently picked it up with one hand, the other still holding the small guy. It tried to fight, but in its exhaustion she guessed that it couldn’t do much. “It’s ok, little birdy, I won’t hurt you,” she cooed, closing her hand around the tiny and holding him against her chest under her coat to keep him dry. He hadn’t made a move, so she could only assume he’d fainted on impact, if he even could faint. To be honest, she wasn’t even sure if he was alive, but the fact that the crow was trying to hard to get back to him gave her hope. “We’re gonna go back to my house and fix you both up.” She slowly stood, and cringed when she realized her entire front was absolutely caked in mud, but she shrugged it off.

After all, an extra load of laundry and a shower were little to pay to see her life’s dedication paid off.

She couldn’t wait to show Wilbur.

~~~

“Phil? I’m home!” Tommy yelled. Walking into the entryway of the palace he lived in, completely drenched. He hadn’t meant to be out this long, he’s just gotten so caught up with his friends that he hasn’t realized time had passed. It was hard to tell when night fell when the entire sky was dark with a storm.

He’d only gone out to help Tubbo deliver some honey, but he and Ranboo had started talking and Tubbo had more deliveries to make so Tommy and Ranboo went to the tree base and invited Tubbo to join them when he was done. Tommy would have loved to stay at Dream’s place, but in case his dad ever found out where he’d been wandering off to he wanted the Bog king to have plausible deniability. He had started showing Ranboo all the stuff Tubbo had given him after trading with boggins, and it had turned into a fun game of “I’ll give a completely batshit description for this and then you’ll tell me what it’s actually for.” One thing looked like a torture device but was used for cutting rougher letter, and another was just a hairbrush, which Ranboo was surprised Tommy had never heard of since bugfolk used them, but hey, Tommy didn’t get out much.

Tubbo came over for a minute but left when the sky grew darker, since he couldn’t fly in the rain and had to get home before the storm. Tommy only went home once the lightning started, and Henry starting chirping, and Tommy could weirdly tell how concerned she was. Him and Ranboo also agreed that the top of a really high tree was not where they wanted to be in a potential lightning storm, so they’d parted ways for the day.

But Tommy hadn’t expected the palace to be empty, practically. Man, was the storm bad enough that the staff had gone home? He wandered his halls for a bit before he heard a voice behind him. “Tommy?” He spun frantically, only to sigh when he saw Technoblade. He dramatically caught his breath and walked over to him. “Whew, you scared the shit outta me, Blade, where’s dadza?” “He’s not with you…?” That made Tommy pause. “Nooo…should he be?” Tommy asked apprehensively, but Techno looked absolutely panicked. “He…he went out looking for you earlier. Like, this morning. You didn’t show up for your lesson with him and he said something about wasting his time and flew off with Brian. They haven’t been back.”

“…what?” His dad had gone out…looking for him? Wasn’t he more concerned about the storm? The forest? Why was Tommy the concern there? His dad rarely gave a flying fuck when he missed their lessons, why did he have to pick today of all days to throw a hissy fit and run after him? “Oh god, ok…how..how do we find him?” “I have no idea.” Techno answered, as blatantly honest as usual, but the stoic look having been replaced with fear. They both stood in silence for a moment before Techno put a hand on Tommy’s shoulder. “Ok, I’m going to go looking for him. You’re gonna stay here and see if you can bring him back.” What? “But how am I-“

Techno reached to the emerald around Tommy’s neck, held by a thin leather strap, the same as his father’s. Pretty much the only tying them to each anymore. “Phil explained earlier that your crystals are connected. He went out looking for you knowing that the necklace would signal him when you were close by. He also said that if need be, there’s some magic property that can call one crystal to the other, since they’re just pieces of each other. He didn’t earlier since it would have taken too much power and he didn’t know how bad the storm would get, but I think we’re to that point. I don’t know shit about magic, but according to him, you should be able to use the crystal to summon him here.”

Tommy stared wide eyes at him for a moment. “I- i don’t know how to do that…I can’t-” “It’s alright, you can do it, I know you can. If if you can’t, I’ll keep looking until I find him. It’ll all be ok.” Techno said, leaning Tommy into a hug. God, this must be serious, Techno was never this emotional. “O-ok, I’ll do my best.” Techno leaned back, smiling at Tommy before clapping him on the shoulders. “You’re a good kid, Tommy. I’ll be back.” He said, walking off. He hoped Techno would be ok. The storm had been getting progressively better little by little, but it was still pretty harsh.

Tommy went up to his room and sat on the floor. Ok, so he was basically trying to learn teleportation, no biggie, just…teleport someone. Yeah, he could do that. He bring Phil back and he’d yell at Tommy for missing another lesson and he’d yell back that it was how he felt when his dad missed his entire childhood and inevitably someone would bring up mom, god forbid, and it’d end with two slammed doors like it had at least three other times that week. Great, he was so looking forward to that.

…why was he doing this again?

Tommy groaned and hit the heel of his hand against his head. His dad may be a bigoted asshole to his two best friends and a shitty father on the best of days, but he didn’t deserve to die in a lightning storm. His heart clenched at the idea that he may be too late, that he’d never see his father again and it would have been his fault since he didn’t go to that stupid magic lecture earlier.

He tried to convince himself that it was only because he didn’t want the weight of his father’s death on his shoulders. That the sore feeling in his chest was annoyance and minor guilt. He didn’t miss his dad, he didn’t care about him at all anymore.

He didn’t.

Tommy breathed in and out deeply, closing his eyes and taking the emerald off his neck, clutching it tightly in his hands. He could feel the magic practically emanating from it, and did his best to find a similar power. His dad said when he needed to do more intense magic, he used the stone to feel out the life force in the forest that needed help. He’d taken Tommy to a cracked tree once and it had taken a while, but he’d managed to ground himself enough that he felt with the tree, and used his and the stones magic to redirect energy into it and heal it. He imagined the sensation would be something like that. If he could feel specific individual forces of nature, he could feel out a magic gemstone. He could do it.

As he started to concentrate more, and as he felt his own forces spread from himself to the walls of his room and his home and the whole forest around him, the stone started to glow.

~~~

Fucking. Finally.

The storm had…somewhat slowed down. Enough that Wilbur wasn’t getting even more soaked on his way home. Though, to be fair, he felt like he would never be dry again, he was soaked to the bone.

He walked down one side of the street under the branches. Since the storm had let up, the sun had come back with a vengeance and he was wearing very thick and warm clothes. He was already drenched, he didn’t want to add sweat to that.

To give himself credit where it was due, though, walking back, the road looked a whole lot cleaner than it had previously. It may not have justified hauling his giant-ass heavy trash bag all the way back to his house, but at least he was doing something.

After what felt like hours of walking back down the road he’d come up from (he knew it was only a few minutes but he’d been picking up trash in a thunderstorm all fucking day he was exhausted) he came upon the tree from earlier that had been struck by lightning. And shit did it look bad. He couldn’t help his curiosity as he stepped closer, observing the damage up close. The top looked like it had been on fire, all burnt and blackened, but even more confusing was the large section of land right in front of where he was standing where the grass had been shoved forward and it was nothing but a slick patch of mud. It looked like the dirt on a baseball field when a catches had to slide across the ground to get the ball.

As his attention was on the ground, though, something flashed in the dim light that shone through the trees. What in the world was that?

Maybe he’d missed a piece of trash, who knows how far into the woods people can chunk things from their car. He leaned down to get a better look at it, and saw that it was shiny and a dark, deep green. Ugh, another piece of a goddamn beer bottle that someone shattered against something. Though, this one didn’t look like the large smooth but sharp edged pieces he’d picked up like a hundred of. Something was odd, so he dropped his grabber and bag to examine it more closely.

None of it was smooth; it looked somehow natural. It was think and rough, but not sharp, not polished and thin and clear like he’d seen. Maybe it could be a rock? It also had a weird brown strap attached to it, each side of the rope having scorch marks on the end. Wilbur guessed that the fire had split the strap holding the stone on. Maybe it had been…a ring? Who uses a thin flimsy leather band as a ring? He also didn’t know who would have been in the forest to lose a ring, other than his mother. Maybe he should bring this home and ask her, and if it’s not hers, can’t hurt to see what the stone is and how much it could be worth. A little extra money never hurt.

As he looked at it more closely, he realized it was greener than he originally thought. It was brighter, almost. Had the sun started hitting it differently? He held it up to a patch of sunlight, and watched in awe as it looked like it almost started to glow. Woah, maybe he could get some serious cash for this thing after all. But as he brought it back down from the light…it was still glowing. Like, actually glowing. And it was getting brighter and brighter.

He confusedly wrapped his hands around it, peeking in to see if it was still somehow just a trick of the light or if it was glowing. He saw a trickle of green light breaking through the cracks in his intertwined fingers, but when he went to peer in closer, something happened. His hand jerked in the exact wrong direction, smacking him clean in the face and right against the left side of his glasses, shoving them hard enough that he heard a crack. Before he could be too confused about that, though, his hands were suddenly yanked forward, enough to trio him off his feet, but…

He was still upright. There wasn’t any weight on his legs, but he was upright. He looked back up to his hands and saw the glow getting brighter and brighter still, to the point it was almost shining through his hands.

His blood turned cold and pure fear flooded his body as he felt himself get lifter up higher. He frantically tried to let go of the stone, putting all his effort into ripping his hands away, but nothing. He felt tears drip down his face, he wasn’t sure when he started crying, but he paid it no mind. It swung him around again, almost slamming him into a tree. He tried to push away but he was like a ragdoll to this thing. It felt like he was in the tornado scene of the Wizard of Oz.

“Help!” He screamed, his muscles starting to get sore from the useless strain of trying to free himself. “Fuck, Help me!” Nothing moved. His hands stayed firmly stuck around the crystal. “Someone!” He started to feel nauseous, and he felt himself shaking from the fear. “Anyone?!” The world around him started to morph as the edges of his visions turned green. “Mom!!” And suddenly he was gone.

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A green flash filled Tommy’s room as he shot up from where he’d been sitting. Holy fuck, he did it. He did it, he actually managed to do it!! He ran to the figure as the magic began to clear only to stop dead in his tracks, his face falling.

Something stood in front of him. Not his father, not even a leafman, but something.

He wore clothes that were somewhat reminiscent of Ranboo’s, but they were more…patterned. It was weird material, and it’s not like Tommy knew many people who actually wore clothes, but he’d never seen anything like it. The man was also a weird color, not green like him or any shade of grey like a boggin. He was tall, taller than Tommy, but still dwarfed under most boggins. Maybe he was a bugfolk? But he looked too squishy. He didn’t have the hard chitin that Tubbo had, his skin looked like it felt more Like Ranboo’s but without the spikes.

His thoughts halted as he noticed that the man hadn’t even seen him yet. He’d taken a second to look around, but he was just staring at the emerald in his hands-

The emerald.

That was his dad’s emerald.

Tommy went to take a step closer, the dead silence in the room broken for just a second by his footstep. The man’s head snapped up and he just as quickly fell over, mouth agape and breathing heavily. It was only then that Tommy realized he was also shaking like a leaf.

They both just stared at each other for a minute, neither making a move. Tommy’s confusion slowly warping to anger and the other creature’s morphing into fear and apprehension.

“Why the fuck do you have that?!”

“What the fuck are you?!”

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jalluzas-ferney · 10 months

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Aw man I rlly wish there was another Ninjago movie - I know that many people hated that movie but tbh I had actually enjoyed it a lot - cuz of the comedy and well- I will eat anything from Ninjago up 🦭

The thing is- I rlly do think they should have done some things differently, ofc. Like give more attention to the actual ninja team rather than most of the movie being centered around Lloyd and his relationship with his father. Like yeah, that concept was great, but let’s be honest, most of us were here for the ninja team- not just Lloyds daddy issues. And while yeah- they DID have screen time, I still think they deserved more screen time? I wish we could explore more of their life in high school as secret ninja and their dynamics.

That also brings us to their changed personalities. Even tho I don’t HATE how they’re written in the movie- it still bothers me that they changed their personalities to what they were- and for what??? Even tho their personalities are fun and all that - and it must be pretty fun explore that side of their character and how their dynamics are now that they act that way, we all still in uso muy wish they remained the same. Because that would make us love and enjoy the movie even more- because it would feel a lot more like a “high school au” and the whole concept of them living in the city and going to high school and actually having to hide their identities and all that, would be a lot more interesting and enjoyable for the fans if they kept the characters personalities. Because now, it just feels like they’re completely different characters.

For example, Zane was a huge let down cuz wtf happened to him like they legit threw his whole preonaliry out the window. Cole? Even tho I love him in the movie he’s just lacking his leader, friendly yet tough personality - you know what I mean. The others I don’t actually mind that much but yeah y’all get what I mean.

Theeenn well, I wish the plot was better. Plus I wish each ninja would of explored their powers and all that more during the movie.

OVERALL my main gripe is how they did the ninja - our main characters. Which I think is smth most of us can agree. It’s like yeah I liked them in the movie but man it would of been a lot better if they just kept their original personalities and well, gave them more focus. And all I wish- a simple wish so I’m not even gonna actually gonna happen 💀 is that they suddenly decided that “hey let’s make a second one and fix the mistakes form the last one - that being GIVING THE MAIN NINJA MORE FOCUS and probably a funner plot “ 😭😭😭

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maybirdie · 9 months

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Horizon Asks

Thanks for the tags @singingkestrel and @meg-noel-art !

1. ride or die ship (your otp): Ereloy. As if that’s news to anyone lmao

2. most annoying ship: I see y’all trying to start drama, I’m not falling for it lmao. Oh wait actually...Talanah/Amadis 🤣

3. second favourite ship: Between Kotallo/Talanah and Abadund/Morlund. One for spicy, one for sweet. Also Petra and like, most of the women in the game

4. favourite platonic relationship: I love the big brother/little sis vibes between Beta and Erend even though we never see them interact really. I love that she mentions that he makes her laugh. Also Aloy and Gildun - obsessed.

5. underrated ship: Drakka/Yarra - LISTEN I KNOW but it’s the ultimate enemies to lovers and I love them. Also Avad/Ersa....starcrossed lovers ftw

6. overrated ship: more instigating I see

7. one thing i would change in canon: One? LMAO. So many things post-HZD. Particularly the way Erend got shafted and how many threads got dropped (we didn’t get a post-Daunt makeup scene? Really??). Also Talanah should have been an official GAIA gang member, hands down. And I’ll be honest, the way romance for Aloy was handled in general.

8. something canon did right: The entire arc of HZD is masterful and perfect and it’s been a long time since I’ve been that gripped by a mystery in any media. It was always going to be hard to top, but I would love if the next game reverted back to that kind of storytelling vs the “doing too much” trend of HFW

9. a thing i'm proud of creating for the fandom: A hard choice, but I think I have to pick Love Games just because it was such a labor of love between myself and @sorbetowl. I had a blast collaborating with such a talented artist and friend! For that reason I’m SUPER excited to be working on the upcoming VN, Focus on the Heart - already such an amazing experience!

10. a character who is perfect to me (wouldn't change a thing): GILDUN GILDUN GILDUN GILDUN GILDUN

11. the character i relate to the most and why: Definitely Erend. There’s a reason I ship him with Aloy lol. I guess there are pieces of both of them I relate to hard - Aloy’s impatience with rude people/social situations and her love for solitude, Erend’s self-consciousness and sense of responsibility for keeping everyone happy and feeling good. The combo of them hits real close to home.

12. character(-s) i hate the most and why: Tilda was a really tough character for me for personal reasons. She’s a wonderfully crafted villain but she also makes my skin craaaaawl. Which I suppose is exactly what she’s meant to do, so well done Guerrilla 😂

13. something i've learned from the fandom: God so much. I rolled into the Ereloy discord totally clueless back in April 2022, and feel like I have so much useless lore in my head now (and I’m not anywhere near some of the real lore people I know). But beyond lore, I’ve really learned how important empathy and putting yourself in other’s shoes can be. It’s amazing how many new friends I’ve made from being open to other people’s POVs, and how much I’ve seen people hurt each other because they’re not open to it.

14. three tags i seek out on ao3: Sensual Fingerblasting (iykyk), There Was Only One Bed, Sparring as Foreplay

15. a song i strongly associate with my otp/favourite character: Slowly by Olivia Dean, Can’t Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon cause what better Friends to Lovers song is there?

tagging: No pressure tags!! Also sorry if this is a repeat for anyone. @souls-that-have-senses, @sorbetowl, @imamandajulius, @emtazer, @brekkie-e, @cranialgames, @nerd-artist, @xxxhellfireravenxxx

#horizon forbidden west #hfw #horizon zero dawn #tag game

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yoisami’s first random event — request no. 2 (@iluvies)

# COLOUR YOUR LOVE !

notes from saki: thank u for participating, luvie ! i’m so sorry for accidentally posting it before ;-; but here u go (this is the legitimate thing hehe). also u and omi are v cute—i can see y’all being the shy lead couple in a shoujo anime or smth ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

[૮₍ ˃ࡇ˂ ₎ა]: THE COLOUR THAT BEST DESCRIBES YOU AND SAKUSA KIYOOMI’S RELATIONSHIP WOULD BE...

OMPHALODES COLOUR HEX CODE: #ADCFDF

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა 💭: the kind of love that you share with sakusa is quiet and pretty private. it’s the type of relationship that seems like only one party is putting effort, but that is not the case. this relationship is meaningful, affectionate in the subtle ways, and special. it’s just like the ocean when it’s at its calmest state, and it’s like reading poetry beneath the spring sun.

SO... WHY OMPHALODES?

right off the bat, i can confirm that this relationship between you and sakusa would not be a loud, boisterous type. and there is nothing wrong with that—in fact, you may prefer a quiet relationship more because it doesn’t wear down both your energies as introverts. this relationship seems like it would be the one you would want to return home to after a long, tiring day. it’s a firm hug, and a breathy “well done, i’m proud of you” that you come home to. like omphalodes, the way you and sakusa express your love to each other calm—it isn’t through shouting “i love you” across the street, but is through delicate hand-holding, head resting on the other’s shoulder, and gentle kisses on the temple.

omphalodes is a light colour, but it is somewhat dark in terms of tones. i feel like it took a few challenges for you and sakusa to get together. sakusa, an athlete who really cares about his performance in volleyball, may have been unwilling to commit to a romantic relationship with you at the beginning. he could have considered relationships a distraction to his volleyball career, and i feel like he would have thought that being a boyfriend meant that he would have more responsibilities to take on (e.g. satisfying you, caring for you). but overtime, after spending some more time with you, he would have realised that a romantic relationship isn’t a responsibility, but is a journey that he wants to embark on with you.

also, in this relationship, you would definitely be the one to carry all conversations. considering that you tend to be louder around those you are close to, i believe that you would be the “lalalala” to sakusa’s “okokokok”. i think he would prefer to listen to you too—he seems like the type to fall in love with someone because of their voice (yours!). when you’ve come home from a tough day, he would automatically open his arms to you, waiting for you to jump into his space and rant about all the bad things that happened.

i feel like fights between the two of you could be really intense. the fact that sakusa is a naturally blunt/honest person, and that you dislike it when people insult your efforts, could result in a nasty dispute. i can picture something like this happening: you’ve come home early from work to cook a homemade meal for sakusa, but when he returns, he simply declines and says he’s tired. you understand, but you’re also trying to get him to have a taste of it after all your effort, and sakusa views it annoying that you’re “nagging” him—an argument could ensue. and i believe that after arguments, it would be sakusa who tries to patch things up. he’s not great at heartfelt apologies, and it might just come out as a stiff and awkward “i’m sorry”. but as his partner for however many years, you can feel his sincerity, and you forgive each other.

#୨୧ COLOUR YOUR LOVE ! event

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clumsyexpression · 2 years

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Some One Piece Men and the Fast Food Restaurants they remind me of

A recommended read if you are super bored and have a good handful of time to kill

[[ This is me being very biased and a little nonsensical but also kinda serious in a goofy way =u= ]]

Law - Starbucks

I feel that you have to have a lot of patience and really know the menu with how specific people may request their coffee and how batshit crazy they can get if there’s even the slightest thing wrong with it. You have to have patience and high tolerance for annoying ass people, and even though Law lacks both of those qualities I think he’s perfect to be a barista. Law does actually tolerate a lot of craziness though fr fr cause sometimes I don’t think I could last 6 minutes being around Luffy if I’m being completely honest lol

Kuzan - Cookout

They always have it together despite the line going around the entire parking lot and into the street and being the only restaurant open after 8:30pm until 3am AND the food is always on point AAAND the employees are never rude. Kuzan for sure, because he’s such comfort kind of guy, and Cookout is also comfort food to the max and neither really disappoint, so

Smoker - Wingstop

They gave me undercooked chicken one time and it honestly ruined my excitement for them. I like them a lot even though everyone else thinks they’re really gross. I dunno how to really explain it further than that but.. this had absolutely no relevancy whatsoever to Smoker but really, when you think about it, people clown him for getting his ass handed to him all the time but that doesn't take away how he's still cool..welp, there ya have it - this is relevant after all pffft

Buggy - Long John Silvers

Yoooo they are trifin as hell and they could care less. If only that cod wasn't bangin, I wouldn’t give them another dollar of mine. If you told me Buggy was the manager, I would believe you. I am super amazed that they haven’t been shut down yet, but here we are in 2022 and they are still somehow thriving.

Doflamingo - Dairy Queen

The one Dairy Queen that was around when I was growing up was shut down repeatedly and the management had the nerve to plaster a sign on the window stating how they had to close down but will re-open when the staff learns how to be sanitary and clean their hands. Sooo out of pocket. So is Doflamingo. These two walk hand-in-hand in that respect.

Mihawk - Checkers (or Rally’s)

I bet he would ‘treat’ himself to some Checkers to get away from Perona the castle a little bit, just as a small change of pace. Just sitting in the car, eating some burger and fries and funnel cake fries. A small and super secret guilty pleasure is all.

Sanji - Chipotle

I never had a bad experience here, and the food doesn’t taste bad. Because of the ‘’’’healthiness’’’’ of the ingredients and just the nature of the business, I think Sanji would probably work here and maybe even hook you up with some extra ingredients. Actually, he would totally be that guy who would give all the girlfriends extra stuff and probably overcharge the boyfriends and argue when he tries to dispute. I guess I should feel bad..but I would get extra queso..so that’s tough for those of y’all who get overcharged.

Killer - White Castle

I only had the White Castle cheeseburgers they sell in the freezer section at Sam’s Club and if I’m not careful I will legit eat all 36 burgers cause they're so amazing and I can only imagine what a fresh, ready-made White Castle cheeseburger would taste like. That’s how I feel about Killer. He’s so amazing but I only really know a little about him. Anyways, his mask matches the White Castle color scheme and he could totally man the grill with no problem – he is totally a slider kind of guy.

Basil Hawkins - Little Caesars

I’ve actually never had Little Caesars because I don’t hate myself that much to where I want to ever put it into my body, and that’s kinda how I feel about Hawkins. I really don’t like him but I don’t really have anything to really base my dislike of him on..ya feel me? Either way he’s gross and low-tier.

Bege - Five Guys

The food is typically really good though a tad on the greasy side and I’m almost certain that like, 2 of the closest locations near me have some type of shady side business going on, so. I can tell you it certainly is a crime for the amount of money you have to pay for fries – JUST fries – before you even get to the sandwiches lmao Bege is aight but not a favorite. Same with Five Guys.

Franky - Sonic

I’m pretty sure everything on the menu just came out of the freezer and straight to the deep fryer and probably soaked in the grease 20 minutes longer than necessary but that’s why I pay them to do it instead of wasting my own cooking oil and getting mad about it. Okay so I made this sound (probably) as disgusting as it sounds but the limeades are banging and the service is always great. Franky is great, too. I’m fairly positive that he would tear Sonic up.

Marco - Burger King

Chicken fries are the only reason. That is the only acceptable reason anyone should ever go to Burger King. And whenever i see his talons, it makes me hungry. For chicken fries.

Crocodile - KFC

They don’t even know what they're doing anymore, man. Hate to see it. This…has nothing to do with Crocodile but I often imagine how if his businesses failed, he would go bankrupt and have to start at entry level and I just picture him in a garish chicken costume- oh shit nevermind I got the perfect restaurant for him-

Crocodile - Bojangles

Every time I pull up to the menu, I never order anything because its always more than im willing to pay for some fast food fried chicken but I absolutely LOVE when the employees do their Bojangles schtick and let me know ‘IT’S BO-TIME!!’. This. I wanna see Crocodile do this with his Bojangles uniform to boot.

Usopp - Subway

I’m really not trying to be funny but Subway is really gross and I loathe it with a passion but for some crazy, inexplicable reason out of nowhere, I will start fiendin for a meatball marinara and end up eating three of them within a week’s time. All of this to say that I think Usopp would love working there since he would wear the title of ‘Sandwich Artist’ like a badge of honor and unironically enjoy the food. Food is trash but Usopp isn’t. I mean, he can make some very trash decisions, most definitely, but he’s aight.

Luffy - McDonalds

I’m sorry lmao but McDonald’s is just something I can only have in small doses cause they’re such a mixed bag of experiences. If that isn’t Luffy to a T-

Rosinante - Dominos

Best pizza franchise ever, love the garlic crust even though I don’t ever eat pizza crust and it makes me feel happy.

Zoro - Popeyes

Once upon a time I used to say that KFC will always be better than them, but that was before I actually gave Popeyes a chance and when the Popeyes employees would argue for the sake of arguing and I guess because they had the time for it lmao I think Zoro would be the perfect candidate for drive-thru because he would be the absolute worst at it; and even though it wouldn’t matter if the manager sides with him or not, I feel like he would enjoy the altercations pffft - especially since Popeye’s overall reputation kinda gives him the license to be himself

Scratchmen Apoo - Panera Bread

I bought a small drink from here once and it was like, $6, and then the line came to a stand still for 15 minutes, only for me to get to the window and wait another 20 minutes because someone left midshift and then be informed that they didn’t have what I ordered so I had to pick something else which was a little more expensive and a lot less tastier. Honestly it wasn’t really anyone’s fault. But it was an exceptionally hot, summer day, I had my dog in the car, and I’m 100% behind the sentiment that Panera is glorified hospital food. Sorry I really just wanted to vent about that, but anyways fuck Scratchmen Apoo I feel like he’s lame, too.

Ace - Taco Bell

I can go months without wanting to ever see a single Taco Bell establishment ever ever ever again but then they bring the toasted chalupa back and it’s a game changer..until they change the menu again. Have a feeling that Ace would feel the same. I think he would have a love/hate relationship with Taco Bell, even though his stomach is a bottomless pit and he probably doesn’t discriminate on the arrangement of how his 4 Taco Bell ingredients hit his stomach lmao

X Drake - Chick-fil-A

Waffle fries are bangers when fresh and the only way to eat the chicken sandwiches are spicy. Tame. Just tame.

Blackbeard - Arby's

From my experience with Arby’s, if you were to tell me that Teach was the manager of this establishment, I would 100% believe you without a shadow of a doubt because the parallels are uncanny; no one like Arby’s except for 1 person that I know, no one really talks about it, and the most seediest of characters are always hanging around the building doing, uh, not very savory things. So both are very forgettable until it’s dredged up again in an unwanted conversation.

Penguin - Dunkin

I don’t care what anyone says but Dunkin is actually really good and I consider them my best friend and it’s always just…there. I feel like that’s Penguin. He's just...there but you can tell he's ride or die. What? What about Katakuri?

Katakuri - Krispy Kreme

Sure we’ll take it. Super cliché but whatever. A tad bit overrated, and the closest one is still an hour away and I just can’t justify the gas for that. But not Katakuri – he’s totally worth it ehehe ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Kid - Wendy’s

Better than Burger King and I could eat the chili every single day but wouldn’t because I hate beans and picking the beans out gets tiresome after the third cup. Same goes for the chili cheese fries but I wouldn’t mind as much. Since the food is a little more on the ‘’’’’spicier’’’’’ side of things, it reminds me of Kid, and also because this one lady was soooo rude for no reason other than I guess she could get away with it?? Yeah. The closest Wendy’s around here always has a terrible line around the building and equally terrible customer service but the food is worth it sometimes. Oh yeah, Kid would fit in perfectly as the window drive-thru employee

Urouge - Zaxby’s

He’s always smiling but kinda scary but also seems pretty cool. So are the people at the Zaxby’s I go to. Never had a bad experience and the food is always good and they never forget the Zaxby sauce. Don’t know a whole lot about Urouge to be fair but I have a feeling he’s a solid dude.

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heyiwrotesomethings · 2 years

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I know you have this ShinoMitsu week going on but I can wait for your stories no matter how long it takes! ❤😭 Is it okay if I can request a Female Reader x tipsy Mitsuri Kanroji, Mitsuri challenges the reader to a truth, dare or drink game and teases the reader until Mitsuri becomes too touchy and clingy and the reader is enjoying it (obviously!) but at one point the reader is getting tipsy too and the both of them can feel the sexual tension in the air. The reader then compliments Mitsuri (like all the fluffy and teasing compliments you can think of) and they are obviously flirting back and forth, until.. either one of then starts to lean in (hoping consensual too) and they kiss. Mitsuri starts to tease the reader along the lines of "SO YOU DO LIKE ME! WHY DIDNT YOU SAY SO BEFORE????" you can add more scenes and twists if you want. THANK YOUUUUUU❤❤❤

Truth, Dare, Drink

Mitsuri Kanroji x She/Her Reader

A/N: I hope this was worth the wait😭 Remember to drink responsibly y’all! If I’m remembering correctly, saké’s alcohol content is fairly low so although it might seem like a lot, it shouldn’t be too bad. Especially not for Mitsuri. I Headcanon that she has a beastly alcohol tolerance. Hope you like it! Word Count: 2,257

(Y/n) ducked into a warmly lit inn that smelt like heaven and instantly felt the tension from the past few days melt from her shoulders. On her last mission, a demon had broken her sword and her spirit.

Understandably, she was tired from getting her ass beat a couple nights prior, tired because of Kochou-sama’s teasing and harsh recovery training and tired of being scolded by her swordsmith for ruining one of their favorite works. She was planning to grab a quick dinner, maybe soak in the hot springs for a couple minutes and then knock off for the night.

She looked around the the main atrium of the building to find it mostly empty. Which was to be expected she supposed, in a secret village that dealt mostly in forging swords. She went up to the counter and ordered a meal. Then she looked around for a place to sit, locking eyes with one of the only other patrons. She was surprised to find a familiar face.

“Hi!” Kanroji Mitsuri, the Love Hashira, chirpily called, motioning to the seat in front of her and the small banquet set before here, “You could sit with me if you’d like, (Y/n)-san!”

Huh, she was surprised that Mitsuri recognized her to be honest. They had only crossed paths a handful of times and only really spoke of matters pertaining to their missions. Not being a Hashira herself, she was rather touched that Mitsuri not only recognized her, but remembered her name as well. Truthfully, (Y/n) wasn’t in the mood to chat, but the hopeful look Mitsuri wore was warm, friendly and not to mention, very cute. So she gave her a smile and moved to sit across from her murmuring a quiet, ‘thank you’ as she did.

“I haven’t seen you in awhile, (Y/n)-san, how have you been? What brings you to the village?” Mitsuri asked, adding another empty bowl to her stack before reaching for a fresh bowl of udon.

“I had a hard battle not too long ago and unfortunately I broke my sword, but I’m doing alright otherwise. Thank you for asking Kanroji-sama.” (Y/n) answered, thanking the masked man who had come to bring her dinner not a moment later while Mitsuri made a sympathetic noise.

“That’s awful, you poor girl! I’m glad you’re alright, I would hate to hear that anything bad happened to you. You must be exhausted, right?”

“I am kind of tired… but I’m fine.” When (Y/n) reached for her chopsticks, Mitsuri’s hand pinned hers to the table as the Hashira used the leverage to stand and wave at the man before he could leave them.

“Would you bring us some saké please!”

“Right away Kanroji-sama!” The man was happy to supply his best customer with anything she desired.

“Oh, that’s fine, Kanroji-sama. I don’t really need to drink.”

“No one needs to drink, silly. But it is nice to help loosen up after a tough time! I insist you have some with me!”

“If you are certain… thank you.”

“You’re welcome!” Mitsuri finally let go of (Y/n)’s hand when the masked man came back with a large bottle of saké and two cups. She thanked him again and poured a generous amount into each cup, pushing one eagerly (Y/n)’s way. “Drink up!”

(Y/n) knocked the drink back, immediately feeling how the back of her throat tingled and the sensation of warmth settling in her stomach. That did feel good. She placed the cup aside and took a bite of her food. Before she could even finish chewing, Mitsuri filled her cup with saké again. (Y/n) didn’t want to be rude, so she took hold of the cup again and clinked it against Mitsuri’s before knocking that one back as well. However, before Mitsuri could fill her cup a third time, (Y/n) dissuaded her.

“I really appreciate this Kanroji-sama, but I really shouldn’t drink so fast.”

“That’s okay! We can drink slower then. It’s better to savor the flavor anyway.” Mitsuri hummed and put the sak�� down, but not before refilling her cup. Then an excited glint flashed in her eyes and she leaned across the table, making (Y/n) conceded that her breasts would spill out from the new angle… She was looking respectfully! Out of concern!

“Did you book a room yet, (Y/n)-san? You should stay with me! I booked a room with private spring access so it’s extra cozy. It’s been very nice getting to talk to you outside of a mission setting, I would hate to have to cut our time short. I want to spend as much time with you as I can.”

“Is that so…” (Y/n) felt like she had already spent too much time in the hot spring between the alcohol and Mitsuri being so close and so invested in spending time with her, her head was swimming and her skin felt almost uncomfortably warm. Still, as tired as she was, she really didn’t want to miss out on spending time with Mitsuri either.

“If it’s really alright, then I would be happy to—“

“That’s great! I’ll take good care of you, I promise!”

(Y/n) chuckled shyly as Mitsuri dug back into her own food with gusto. She didn’t think she needed to be taken care of at all, but it was a sweet sentiment. How lucky she felt to be treated so kindly like this. Mitsuri certainly didn’t have to feel obligated to engage her in such a way, yet here they were.

When they finished eating, Mitsuri eagerly took (Y/n) by the hand. She was sweating a bit, but (Y/n) didn’t mind. She was happy her presence seemed to make Mitsuri so excited. She was surprised however, when she accidentally bumped into Mitsuri when she suddenly stopped at the counter to buy another bottle of saké for the room.

“Are you sure, Kanroji-sama?” (Y/n) asked. She herself had only had four cups with dinner which meant Mitsuri had already drank most of a bottle herself. She didn’t seem drunk by any stretch of the word, but (Y/n) didn’t think she should have a whole other bottle regardless.

“You’re right, (Y/n)-san,” she turned back to the man and confidently displayed two fingers, “two bottles, please!”

Before (Y/n) could recover and find her voice, the exchange was already finalized and she was being dragged through the long hallways to Mitsuri’s room.

Mitsuri set the bottles of saké down on the low table and then insisted on changing them both into something more comfortable and in a whirlwind of motion, before (Y/n) knew it, gone was her uniform and in its place a soft yukata.

“These feel so nice! Don’t you think so, (Y/n)-san?” Mitsuri sighed pleasantly, rolling around of the floor a bit. It made (Y/n) smile.

“They are really soft.” She confirmed. “What would you like to do now, Kanroji-sama? We could spend a little time in the hot spring before going to bed?”

“Wahhh, don’t talk about going to sleep yet, (Y/n)-san! The night is still young!” Mitsuri whined, reaching up to cling to (Y/n)’s sleeve. How could she ever hope to deny such a cute face?

“What do you have in mind, Kanroji-sama?”

“Truth, dare, drink!” She patted the cushion next to her with rapid force and (Y/n) took the hint and sat beside her. “One asks the other to pick a question to answer honestly or, to complete a dare. However, if the person fails to complete the assignment, they have to take a drink! Understand?”

Seemed easy enough.

“Okay.”

“Great! Truth or dare, (Y/n)-san?”

“…truth?”

“Hmmm…” Mitsuri had (Y/n) right where she wanted her, but she didn’t want to bring out the big guns when the game had only just begun. She would have to start easy and work her way up or the game would be over before she knew it. This was a great opportunity to get to know more about (Y/n), how exciting!”

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The soft balls kept on rolling.

(Y/n) had noticed fairly early that the game of truth, dare, drink had become an icebreaker to get to know each other better. It was kind of nice, but she was fighting herself not to yawn. She was tired, but as long as Mitsuri wanted to play, she would have to find a way to keep engaged. So this time around when Mitsuri asked her truth or dare, she chose dare.

Mitsuri bounced on her knees and wiggled with excitement. “I dare you to…” an unusually mischievous smile crossed her lips, “I dare you to climb to the highest rock you can reach and cannon ball into the hot spring, naked.”

“Hah?!” (Y/n) hadn’t expected that after the tame game they had lead so far.

“Are you going to do it? You’ll have to take a drink if you won’t.” Mitsuri teased, poking (Y/n) in the ribs.

(Y/n) gave it some thought and ultimately decided to take a swig of saké directly from the bottle. The possible humiliation of slipping and tumbling down the rocks naked and flopping into the hot water below did not sound like something she wanted to do in front of her crush, no matter how much she wished to please her. Mitsuri made a disappointed sound, but she hardly looked like she meant it. In fact, she looked a little pleased. Like she had expected (Y/n) to have taken the drink instead. (Y/n)’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. This was war now.

“Truth or dare, Kanroji-sama?”

“Truth.”

Damn, she was being careful on purpose now. She knew (Y/n) wanted to get her back for that dare! Well truth wasn’t always as safe as many believed it to be anyway. She could still get her back.

“What is the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done that you would never want anyone to know about?”

Mitsuri blinked and then her face flushed bright red. She stuttered and choked on her words, before finally taking the bottle (Y/n) had opened and brought it to her own lips, pulling away with a gasp.

Oh yes, it was war indeed.

Truth, dare, it didn’t matter. It always ended in a drink. The truths became more invasive and the dares more ridiculous. Before long they had finished one bottle and about a fourth of the other. Somehow, neither was drunk. A little tipsy sure, but they were both still of sound mind, if not a little more clumsy and relaxed than usual. (Y/n) was particularly impressed with Mitsuri’s tolerance since she had drank most of that first bottle at dinner and now was helping her work the third.

“Truth or dare, Mitsuri-sama?” (Y/n) asked, not really paying attention to what she was saying. Her eyes were closed and her cheek rested in her open palm as she focused on the warmth buzzing through her veins. She did however, peel one eye open when Mitsuri giggled and fell into her side. At which point, her words caught up to her.

“Ah, sorry, Kanroji-sama.”

“You can call me Mitsuri. I don’t mind. In fact, it would make me really happy if you did.” Mitsuri hummed, slipping down (Y/n)’s body until her head rested in her lap. “This is fun. You have a pretty good tolerance, (Y/n)-chan. Shinobu-chan could never drink so much when we played.”

“Kochou-sama actually played this with you?” (Y/n) laughed. It was strange. She could picture her playing such a game, but couldn’t at the same time. It was really a toss-up when it came to what requests Shinobu would humor.

“She did.” Mitsuri giggled. “She barely made it to three before I thought I had better cut her off. She was grumpy. Really cute.” Mitsuri reached up to poke (Y/n)’s cheek, “I’ll have a truth, please.”

(Y/n) smiled while she looked down at Mitsuri. What was it about her that made Mitsuri want to hang around her?

“What do you like about me, Mitsuri?” She asked, propping her elbow on her knee so she could have better support for her head.

“Hmm, that’s an easy one, (Y/n). You aren’t going to get me to drink with a question like that.” Mitsuri twisted her body so she could swing an arm over (Y/n)‘s neck to pull her closer. “I like everything about you. So kind, hardworking, and beautiful. Just to name a few.”

“You’re teasing me.” (Y/n) mumbled, the beat of her heart increasing the longer Mitsuri kept her arm curled over her neck and stared up at her.

“Not at all! I would never betray the sanctity of truth, dare, drink. Speaking of, truth or dare?” Mitsuri’s arm slowly slid off of (Y/n)’s neck to rest her hand over (Y/n)’s collarbone to smooth out a crease in her yukata.

“Dare.” (Y/n) cleared her throat, her idle hand’s fingers had somehow ended up tangled in one of Mitsuri’s braids between the compliments and the lingering touches. Hopefully a dare would make the atmosphere a bit lighter and remind her that this was not a date.

“I dare you to tell me what you like about me.”

That was a cheap use of a dare and by the look on her face, (Y/n) could tell Mitsuri knew that. Still, it wasn’t difficult. Certainly not anything (Y/n) would risk a hangover in the morning for. Mitsuri was wonderful. It wouldn’t be hard to point out the obvious.

“What’s not to like?” (Y/n) asked rhetorically while she tried to free her fingers from Mitsuri’s hair without tugging it. “You never talk down to people even when they are below your rank, you treat everyone kindly and the way you do so is very genuine. I admire your strength and I think your breathing style is incredible, and you developed it all on your own so that’s just a testimony to how smart and skilled you are. And I love your hair. Whenever I catch a glimpse of pink while out in the field, I always have to do a double take to see if it’s you. I actually get a little disappointed when it isn’t because I really like getting to see you and…” (Y/n) happened to notice Mitsuri’s flushed cheeks as she suddenly sat up from her lap. “Ah, sorry, I was… rambling.. wasn’t..?”

(Y/n)’s mind ceased to work while Mitsuri hovered over her on her knees, half-lidded pastel green eyes took up most of her vision as Mitsuri’s hands wandered up the front of her yukata and tugged absently at its opening, loosening it a bit and causing (Y/n) to shiver and burn simultaneously.

(Y/n) fought back a whine when Mitsuri stopped her pursuit, their noses grazed and her eyes searched, teeth sinking into her plump bottom lip that looked so soft that (Y/n) gave Mitsuri the permission she was looking for through closing the gap herself. Not wanting to clank teeth, she aimed for the corner of Mitsuri’s mouth first, giving her time to respond in a way that wouldn’t leave them wincing.

Mitsuri gasped quietly before chasing after the other girl’s lips, humming pleasantly at how they felt moving against her own. She needed more. So, she kept leaning further and further in until (Y/n)’s core could not keep them both upright any longer and she laid back against the floor with Mitsuri quick to follow, one of (Y/n)’s legs trapped between her own.

As much as she was enjoying this side of Mitsuri. (Y/n) really needed a bit longer of a reprieve so she could get more oxygen to her lungs, she turned her head to the side so she could take a few deep breaths. Mitsuri kept going to work for a bit longer, kissing her cheek before being drawn to her jaw and her neck, then her clavicle, but then she went back up to her lips, placing a sweet kiss there before giving (Y/n) a little more room to catch her breath. The lung capacity of a Hashira was no joke.

“So you do like me,” Mitsuri grinned, propping her head up on her elbow so she could watch (Y/n) more comfortably, her other hand teasingly rested on (Y/n)’s chest, taking note of how even now it was still rising and falling at a noticeable pace “why didn’t you say so before!” She asked, lightly smacking her chest with her hand.

“It’s my turn for truth or dare. Why didn’t you tell me you liked me?” (Y/n) answered the question with one of her own, making Mitsuri pout.

“I think I’m done playing that right now. I want to kiss you some more. We need to build up your stamina. It’ll be good training.” Mitsuri said, already moving back in.

“Is that all this is?”

“Definitely not!” Mitsuri yelled, making (Y/n) laugh.

“Don’t laugh, you won’t have enough oxygen left to kiss me back!” Mitsuri whined again, kissing her everywhere she could except where she really wanted to in fear that she would get carried away and make (Y/n) pass out.

(Y/n) reached up an clasped her hands together behind Mitsuri’s head to guide her back home. As nice as a quiet night to herself had sounded earlier that day, this was infinitely better.

#demon slayer oneshots #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #kny oneshots #mitsuri kanroji x reader #mitsuri x reader #mitsuri kanroji #anonymous #requests

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allthingsencanto · 2 years

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Went to twitter, and apparently some of the fandom is freaking out right now, due to a recent podcast that Jessica Darrow (voice actress for Luisa) was in. Apparently, Jessica expressed how she thought Camilo would be homophobic and poke fun at others for being queer, yet at the same time her and the people speaking with her see Camilo as gender fluid. They also said that they think Alma would be homophobic, and would have kicked Bruno out for being gay so….yeah these “facts” are currently turning some of the fandom into a downward spiral right now, many people are seeing this as automatically canon and freaking out, so I wanted to address the situation and say my thoughts. Before I do, for those who want proof, someone on twitter did clip it, or part of it. This is how I found out: https://twitter.com/isabeiamadrigai/status/1548771696060112900?s=21&t=trBfJ_Idq44vxZrI9aClKg

If you want more information, I’m not the person to go to, you’re going to have to go to someone else. Moving on, before I start I should say to NOT HARRAS Jessica Darrow or anyone in this podcast. I would also like to say that stuff I’m about to address are all MY opinions, so if you disagree with me, that’s perfectly fine, but please don’t harass me either, I’m just here to say MY thoughts on the situation. Thank you.

So, before I actually get to what Jessica and the people with her discussed, the first thing I want to say is that this is definitely reminding me of that era in the Encanto fandom where everyone kept saying things like “Isabela is a lesbian”, “Camilo is gender fluid”, “Luisa is trans”, and…..I’ve been afraid to say this since I’m smart enough to know how some people are going to react, but I have to be honest, I did NOT like that era, that side of the fandom. Now before you take this the wrong way, no, I’m not saying I hate or despise people who wanted to headcanon these things. You’re allowed to have fun with the characters all you want, like…if you want to headcanon Isabela as a lesbian, that’s perfectly okay! I’m not here to ruin your fun, but I WILL say that the people I didn’t like were those who rubbed it in other peoples faces, were aggressive and called the other side homophobic, and most importantly, missed the point of the characters and the movie, and sadly that’s how a LOT of people were when the film first came out. I’ve met so many toxic Encanto members who said things like “Isa is a lesbian and anyone who thinks otherwise is homophobic”, or “Alma is homophobic for how she treated Isabela”, or “all these characters are so gay it’s canon”, and I’m sorry but I’m so sick of everyone twisting this film and making it about character sexualities, that by meaning “oh, this person did this because they’re gay”. Not that character sexualities are a BAD thing, but again, so many people are either always trying to pander their headcanons into the canon film and harass others who think otherwise, or most importantly missing the mark of what the movie was trying to say or present to you. Again, I have NOTHING against those who make the headcanons in the first place, y’all are valid and can do what y’all want, HOWEVER, for those who are missing the point of the movie, calling others homophobic who say the opposite, harassing Jared Bush and the other filmmakers, and trying to make every little thing that happened in the film tie into a character being part of the LGBTQ+ community, then yeah, we have a problem. And no, I’m NOT homophobic, (and yes, I’m only saying this because whenever someone says “don’t make everything about sexuality”, you get called this) I’m anything but lol, I just wish and hope that people recognize the actual story of the movie and not lose sight of the message. Y’all can have all the fun you want, and I respect you as long as you don’t miss the point of the film. I will say that this was a tough opinion to get out, because saying anything like this would have some people at my throat and accusing me of being homophobic when I’m not. However, I will say that if you disagree with me, and don’t respect me or my opinion at all because of this, all I ask is for no harassment on both sides, thank you.

With that out of the way, what are my thoughts on the Jessica Darrow situation? Well…..I’m not freaking out like everyone else is, because….well in my eyes, what a voice actor says about their character is NOT canon, that is unless they mention something that the filmmakers told them. The problem is that so many people take whatever a VA says about something they worked on as true, and that’s why everyone is freaking out. So…..please keep in mind that Jessica is NOT a writer or creator for Encanto guys, she is simply an actress who played one of the characters, and anything she says about a character isn’t going to be canon unless someone like Jared Bush or Bryan Howard confirms it. I will say this however, I have NOTHING against Jessica, or the people in this podcast, but if I’m being 100% honest, I DO think regarding what they said shows they’re kinda part of the problem, the problem I mentioned above. If they think Camilo is gender fluid…..then fine….but if they think Camilo or ABUELA would be homophobic……then yeah……they’re blowing things out of proportion in my head, I’m sorry, that’s just how I feel. Like….I’ve seen so many people say things about Alma being homophobic and I HATED that take, but they’re saying CAMILO as well?? We barley know the kid! I dunno, I know nothing here is canon, but things like this do make me tired, and make me roll my eyes. I don’t really want to say anything more on this subject because not only is it hefty but…I can’t really form into words well how things like these bother me, so I’m just going to keep it at that and move on. Jessica can think whatever she wants to think, but I certainly don’t agree. That’s just ME though. And again, for those who love headcanoning things about the characters, then you’re opinion is valid! Have fun, but please remember not to erase the themes of the film or harass others who have a different opinion than you, and for all my hardcore Encanto fans, please don’t freak out over this podcast information, none of this is canon lol. Thank you for reading, and feel feee to give your thoughts. ❤️

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deancaskiss · 2 years

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honestly so grateful to have a couple days off of work because I really need a couple days to deal with everything. this week has been A Lot and I hate putting crap things on tumblr but… I’m usually really honest with yall about my life and about the things im going through. so. with that being said. my grandfather passed away on sunday. my mum is absolutely heartbroken. he’s had cancer for a couple years now and he fought hard, but in the end he just couldn’t fight anymore. we were all supposed to be flying out next weekend to see him, but when we heard news that he was getting rapidly worse, my parents arranged flights for just the two of them to fly out monday this week to see him. he passed away 14 hours before my parents could get back to england. I’ve been doing everything I can to be the rock for my parents. then on top of that my sister got sick with food poisoning so I was taking care of her too. and when I kindly asked to leave work early on Sunday due to hearing the devastating news, the doctors let me leave early but the next day they told me I had to make up the hours I missed (instead of being empathetic and just letting the 4 hours I missed slide because I needed to be home with my parents before they left for England due to grieving the loss of my grandfather).

this week had been a lot. and I’ve tried my best to keep it together. but it’s not always easy to hide behind my bubbly happy exterior that I normally have. I’ve tried to distract myself from the pain. but it’s hard. my family is small. we haven’t lost a family member in 17 years (my grandmother passed when I was 8 and we haven’t had any loss since then). so this is the first time (other than saying goodbye to my oldest dog during the pandemic) that I’m dealing with loss.

this got really long. I’m sorry for posting about this. I just needed y’all to know; to understand why I’ve had such a tough week and why I haven’t been acting like myself.

anyway, I love yall.

my grandfather really liked cats. and flowers. his garden was his favorite thing. so y’all don’t have to reply to this post but if you want to say something just some lovely flower things or cats for his memory would be beautiful.

thanks yall

#bex talks #death tw #death cw

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basedkikuenjoyer · 1 year

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Oh miss Robin...so much I could say about you. If it’s a matter of who I relate to most on the crew, it’s our lovely Archaeologist. Robin’s story but in Kiku’s family situation. When I was younger she was definitely my favorite but now that I’m the same age Nami is just more fun. Better New World as well. If I could have any Devil Fruit, it’d probably be hers as well. So handy! Because it’s the red meat people want, shipping. Look, Frobin was fun. It got use through some tough times...but Jinbei y’all. Robin actually flirts with him and it flusters Shark Daddy. That’s amazing.

Like a lot of people I wish she got more time to shine, but you know it’s always been a little easier with Robin because she’s fundamentally guaranteed to get more important towards the end. And we’ve been seeing that reflected since Zou. I love that bit in Egghead of being recognized as a serious threat on the crew.

Robin’s sense of humor is definitely a big mood for me. I’m either being quite intelligent or thinking about really dumb/cute shit too. Also love her finding odd things cute. Shame we didn’t really get to see her mixing in much with the samurai. Gonna be honest, I’d rather see that over Law. Law’s fine, but I feel like I’m good on seeing any more at this point so Robin building a bond is too little too late. Even though I do love the idea of her being a bit more of someone who’s nudging the fourth wall lately.

If I had to pick a favorite moment? It’s still her introduction. That was one of the more clever turns of the series. While you’re wondering if Vivi will or won’t, and a lot more people than some realize got ridiculously hyped about Ace, there was another option. It was such a cool scene and I immediately loved the idea of someone more mature coming on at that point. That’s still a favorite individual chapter and I love how it’s followed with surveying the St. Bliss wreckage. Letting her show off!

Ready for that Poneglyph dump Miss Robin, anytime you’re ready...

#one piece #nico robin #50 follower spectacular

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thesaturdayb0y · 4 years

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I really wonder what it’s like to not have any mental illness. Like can you imagine not crying for an hour and a half immediately after waking up? Can you imagine not having to actively convince yourself not to hurt yourself by using skills you had to pay a licensed professional to teach you? Can you imagine not having a panic attack like every week? Holy shit y’all are lucky

#been having a tough time if I’m being honest with y’all #very tired of hating myself #very tired of the world burning around me while I still have to perform under capitalism #very tired of all of it #personal #tw: mental illness #tw: panic attacks #tw: mention of self harm

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hopefullystillatheatrestudent · 3 years

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The One Where Jensen Ackles Confirmed Cockles in 2016(????) No. Seriously. For real.

this is a DOOZY. strap in folks.

DISCLAIMER: this is chock full of rps. if you are against cockles/jenmish in any way, this post is not for you. however, if you’re like me, ummmmm...

alright. so. we are REALLY in it now, cockles truthers. and make no mistake, i DO NOT want to undersell the significance of what we have found on this glorious day in 2021.

BUT HEY! DISCLAIMER FIRST, THOUGH IT SHOULD GO WITHOUT SAYING! do not EVER bring this to jensen and misha’s attention. do not comment disrespectful things on social media. when cons/panels start again, don’t ask them questions about it. ever!!! that’s super weird, for one thing, and for two, they won’t give you the answer you want anyway! so, yeah. just be decent, y’all. let’s continue.

so my dear mutual @green-blue-heller made this post today and i promptly lost my mind. in it, they link this video:

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as far as i can tell, it’s from VegasCon 2016 but was only unprivated on january 24, 2020(dean winchester’s birthday??? wow ok) for some reason, and we have overlooked it until now. to whoever it was that posted it, THANK you for my reason for being and this delayed gratification five years later. anyway, let’s get into it.

right off the bat, those expressions in the thumbnail kind of tell you all you need to know about what we’re venturing into. i have to thank BOTH jensen AND j*red for being ridiculously transparent. i mean...j*red purposefully avoiding eye contact with jensen and looking at the ceiling with his eyebrows raised sky high? jensen hiding his face in his hands, smiling and blushing like a fool, the misha face™ & grin???

so let’s break down what happens with timestamps and everything.

so! i looked up what the question was, i scoured through the entire Vegas Con video, and here it is:

‘My question is for Jensen and Jared. You guys are both happily married, and I noticed that many people had a hard time explaining how they know their significant other is the one. The one they want to spend the rest of their life with, the one that they want to be with, and so, I wanted to ask you guys, how did you know that your current- who you’re with now(audience laughter cuts the rest of the question off and it’s unintelligible)’ ….i’m solidly guessing that the end of that question boils down to ‘was the one’. (....i...uhhhh....have some thoughts on how this question affected jensen, and i will be going into them later.)

Jared: *laughs* Jared, Jensen. When did you first meet your future ex-wives?

*both of them laugh*

Jared: I’m just kidding-I get what you’re trying to say and thank you, um...I, uh, I guess my current wife, uh-

*both laugh again*

Jensen: (sarcastically) Let’s start with her.

Jared: (repeats) Let’s start with her. I, uh, I...you said something kinda, uh, amazing in your question, which is that a lot of people have a tough time or a difficult time explaining to their significant others or to themselves what it is. And I guess I feel that I have no way to possibly explain it to myself or to her... I remember that I had been in a relationship and that I was single and I was like ‘I am not interested in getting in a relationship’ and then she and I went on a date and I was like, ‘I can’t go anywhere else. I’m not interested.’ So, that was kinda what, um, what started it for me *clears throat loudly* Uh. Yeah, I just feel like (searching for words) she makes me a better person-there are a lot of people that make you a better person, and so that’s not enough, I don’t think-or maybe it is, who knows-um...I don’t know, I can’t really...if I could explain, I’d be a poet.

here’s where things start to get interesting. before jared says ‘If I could explain, I’d be a poet,’ Jensen’s face looks like this:

stoic, thoughtful, composed. and then AFTER jared says that his face makes THIS little journey:

go watch it for yourself. this man is ridiculous. in terms of body language? he gazes up and AWAY from jared. it is a private thought, he is not sharing in jared’s joke with him, if at all. it is his own personal musings that make his face LIGHT up like that. this fool looks lovestruck!!! this fool is lovestruck!!!

now, i think it goes without saying, but there is an obvious cockles reason that springs to mind for this reaction. (hint: misha is a poet. that’s it, that’s the reason.) i don’t think jared intentionally said this with misha in mind, but jensen’s thoughts IMMEDIATELY went there. whether or not this is because he was already planning on answering and hinting at his relationship with misha before jared says this, which i think he was-you can certainly see the wheels turning in jensen’s head before this moment-his brain involuntarily makes the connection and it shows in his glowing smile. after that remark...jensen’s gone. he’s whipped. and he HAS to say something about it.

continuing from where we left off:

Jared: ...and I would love to be a poet. (thought it would be fun to mention that at this point Jensen catches what his face did and immediately looks over to Jared and WIPES the expression of his face...but it’s too late, because someone recorded it, i saw it, and now i’m writing about it five years later)

Jared: But uhh…

Jensen: (interrupting) Just tap me when you want me to take over.

i think that jensen is simultaneously joking and is also more than ready to say what he’s been composing in his head diligently for the last thirty or so seconds. he has made up his mind, and is now ready to drop the bomb on us.

*audience laughs, Jared playfully swats at him*

Jared: Uh… *thinks in silence for a bit* It’s really difficult, it’s really difficult. She makes me feel safe, she makes me feel loved. Uh...when...I’m in a position where I don’t love myself, I know she loves me, you know, um...she’s just an awesome, awesome lady.

*audience claps*

alright! so in terms of my OWN analysis for what’s happened up until this point, the conclusion i have come to is that there was something in the question that was asked that sets jensen’s mind off about misha, and i think it was the ‘the one’ comment. if we’re putting our cockles goggles on, jensen doesn’t HAVE a ‘the one’. he resents thinking like that. i’m also very intuitive, and i get a sense that jensen is an honest person and can’t really tell a convincing lie. i mean...we all saw that horrible airbnb debacle, right? and his slip up when he accidentally confirms that misha woke up and said ‘i miss (maison)’[which how would you know that unless you were...nvm] and became a stammering mess and had to sit down and cover his face. and that misha is always the one to take the lead when it comes to denying clothes sharing, for instance. jensen has never ONCE attempted to explain that away, because i don’t think anyone would believe him, and i think he’s incapable of doing so because he’s not a dishonest person and can’t lie easily. i’m the same way, so to avoid telling a lie i always speak partial truths, and i’m 99% sure jensen is well versed in this talent as well. oh, also, just to really land my point....we all know how he feels about the finale because he can’t make himself speak well on it. he’ll gush about 15x18 and the PEOPLE BEHIND the finale, but he has not uttered one. positive. word. about the actual finale itself. i mean, we all know what he thinks about it. in his own way, he has made his rage glaringly obvious. and i think he’s doing that exact thing here, where he resents the implication that daneel is the only ‘one’ for him, because that’s simply not true, and he can’t and won’t lie about something like that.

i watched it back again and wrote notes on jensen’s body language as he’s processing the question. here they are:

from 0:13 to 1:21, jensen:

looks down - tenses face - searching eyes, lost in thought - jared’s comment brings him out of it but it takes a second - fidgets, adjusts clothes, looks at jared - bites the inside of his cheeks and moves tongue around his mouth(pacifying gesture) - eyes start wandering away from jared, looks down and tenses face, looks back at jared - then looks away, eyes and mind far from the panel and pondering the question itself - somewhat wistful expression, gears clearly turning in his head, lips pursed, stops reacting to what jared is saying, fingers start fidgeting, eyes have moved downward as he is lost in thought - something shifts in his brain, he looks to the ceiling, fidgets and adjusts his clothing, squints and seems to resolve an inner thought - slightly comes back down to earth with newfound resolution - and then jared’s ‘i would be a poet’ comment happens while he’s coming down from that

i mean, this obviously doesn’t necessarily mean anything huge(yet), all it shows is that this question took a lot of thinking for him. when you compare it to how jared kind of just dove in?

anyway; so then jared’s done, he slaps jensen’s thigh to indicate it’s his turn, jensen makes THAT face you see in the thumbnail, jared’s eyebrows raise, jensen looks down and scratches his forehead, and then makes the statement of a lifetime.

here’s the link for this next part

Jensen: Ummm..I kind of feel like there’s two types of people ..uh..in regards to marriage and the, the one. Uh, it’s the ones that just, just know with an absolute and, and have a certainty of like, this is the one for me, unequivocally. And then there’s those who are, you know, I don’t know, I’m scared, but I’m willing to take that leap of faith with you. And, I kind of find myself in between both of those(...types of people). And uh, and so, it can be a scary endeavour, and it can, and it will certainly have it’s ups and downs, um, but I think it’s a, uh, it’s a bond, and it’s a connection, and it’s a friendship, and it’s a ride, and it’s a journey that, uh, if you’re willing to stick it out with one another, can be an amazing, beautiful thing and I’m glad that I picked the partner and the teammate that I have, so.

i’ll give you like a second to recuperate before we dig in.

let’s start with both jared and jensen’s body language first, because it wasn’t even the words that clued me in, it was whatever the hell was going on with jared’s face.

i really wish i could gif, but i can only attempt to convey the SPEED and VIGOUR with which jared snaps his head toward jensen.

these pictures are objectively hilarious because you can see the entire mental journey that jared goes on. he was aloof and kind of relaxed because he was done, it’s jensen’s turn now, he’s surely not gonna out himself with this question right? and then jensen goes ahead and says ‘there are two-’ and jared instantly zones right into jensen with a look of horror on his face, that he tries to contain, but does so unsuccessfully. that is the face of a man who is internally freaking out, thought to himself ‘did he seriously just say...’ and is kind of staring at the culprit in shock and awe.

i know that’s what’s happening, because this is not the first time we’ve seen him react like this to something jensen has said. the classic head whip. a few examples, just off the top of my head:

1. ‘he has, hasn’t he?’

2. ‘he sounds like that in the morning’ ‘how do you know’

3. when he whips his head around when he notices jensen’s face(and instantly understands when he realizes it’s misha)

so yeah, i’m sure you get it by now. jared can’t really keep it off of his face. there’s no real analyzing to be done here...it’s just an obvious tell on his part. there’s no real reason for him to have reacted this way if jensen was saying something inconspicuous, is there? he would have continued to just kind of space out if jensen hadn’t just said something jarringly questionable.

as for jensen’s body language, i can’t really tell where he’s looking from either angle of both videos i’ve seen. sometimes it seems like he’s looking straight at jared, and maybe nods at him once, but he could also(and is most likely) looking at the fan who asked the question. i don’t think there’s anything particularly telling about his body language because i think he rehearsed his answer in his head and also, he’s not shying away because he’s not lying about anything. like...everything he’s saying is true, so he’s not going to have any tells. and it’s the fact that he is TELLING THE TRUTH that is freaking jared out.

now for what he actually says. because oh my god.

right off the bat, he says “i kind of feel like there’s two types of people..” and first off, what? what does that even mean? if you think of it in terms of ‘this is about daneel and only daneel’....isn’t this a realllyyyyy strange thing to start out with? objectively? the question that was asked to him was ‘how did you know they were the one?’ and he goes ‘actually there’s TWO types of people’ ...like, jensen never answers the question at hand.

and then he goes “in regards to marriage and the one”. i hope i’m not the only one who noticed he said the words ‘the one’ in a resentful and kind of degrading tone? seriously, listen to it again. he seems like he’s almost mocking that sentiment. i swear i’m not making it up, it really sounds like that to me.

and then he says “-it’s the ones that just, just know with an absolute and, and have a certainty of like, this is the one for me, unequivocally. And then there’s those who are, you know, I don’t know, I’m scared, but I’m willing to take that leap of faith with you.” *NON TINHAT VERSION OF EVENTS* what he could mean, i guess, is he was both scared to be with daneel but also knew she was the one for him. which....ok. alright. *TINHAT BACK ON* first off, there’s absolutely no risk with daneel. that’s not a judgement, because i love her; it’s just true. she’s a pretty, talented, amazing woman and they are very much in love. i’m not sure what risks he’s taking there. next up: pretty strange wording then, don’t you think? idk, if it were you, and you wanted to get that point across, wouldn’t you use words like ‘she both scared me and i knew i wanted to be with her at the same time’ and NOT this convoluted mess of ‘there’s two types of people and they are both drastically different but also one and the same’?

SECOND OF ALL, as many people have pointed out.....he never uses pronouns. this is strange. jared does. jared says gen’s name, even. and uses ‘she’ and ‘her’. jensen never once does that, he practically refuses to do so. and yes, i fully believe it is entirely intentional.

because if you look at this phrase from a cockles lens it makes more sense then if you do not.

the one that jensen knows, unequivocally, with the utmost certainty, is the one for him, no doubts, no risks; is daneel. the one that he doesn’t know about, is scared of being with, but is willing to take that leap of faith anyway; is misha. and all of a sudden the puzzle pieces fall into place.

because he goes on to say “I kind of find myself in between both of those.”

he doesn’t say ‘i find myself in between both of those...with her.’ nope. he’s just...in between. caught in the middle. of those two types of people. translation: of those two people. mish. dee.

“And it can be a scary endeavour, and it will certainly have it’s ups and downs, but I think it’s a bond, and it’s a connection, and it’s a friendship, and it’s a ride, and it’s a journey...”

every single one of those words can be applied to more than one person. think about it. bond(between three people). connection(between three people). friendship(between three people!!!). there’s no ‘partnership’ in here, which does only apply to two people.

lastly, “i’m glad i picked the partner and the teammate that i have.”

ok, look. you can easily say that it’s just one person he’s talking about here! of course you can. but this is jensen ackles we’re talking about. jensen ‘rock and pebble’ ackles. jensen ‘mish. dee.’ ackles. so yes. i definitely think that ‘the partner and the teammate’ fall into this category. and i think daneel is the partner and misha is the teammate.

to put it matter-of-factly: you simply cannot prove that this isn’t about a poly relationship. there is absolutely nothing he says that makes it obvious he is talking about one person here. because he isn’t.

i just feel like, in the simplest terms, if this were about only daneel, that he would not be using these weird phrases that are half-hidden truths. just to compare, i watched another panel where pretty much the exact same question was asked, minus the whole ‘the one’ debacle, and, just as i suspected, it was an entirely different answer. he talks about the moment where he knew he liked her. her, specifically. says the name daneel. gushes about her. there’s no tiptoeing and weird pronoun usage and vague terminology.

tl; dr : i think he answered the question this way because there is no ‘the one’ in his life. and he is physically incapable of leaving misha out when talking about ‘the one’ because he has TWO ‘the ones’. and he wants to answer the question to the best of his best ability, but lying is unnatural to him. he will talk about daneel at length and misha at length, but i honestly to my core don’t think you could make him choose between the two. oh! and we literally had confirmation all the way back in fucking 2016, we just never paid attention until now. so......thanks, jensen?

sorry, this got super long, but i hope i warned you well enough.

#helloooo cockles truthing community #my anxiety is sky-high rn bc this is so damning for them #but i mean i can't feel bad because jensen SAID those things.#anyway am i contributing to cockles lore??? god i hope so #i mean it when i say i am SWEATING #if you think i'm reaching...i know more than you #rps for ts #team dumpster mansion #cockles confirmation #cockles #jenmish #long post for ts #cockles meta #relationship spec #all that jazz #jensenxmisha #mine

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