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marymary-diva17 · 3 months

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In laws

neteyam x reader

When you had married your best friend neteyam and thought everything, was finally going well after many challenges getting in the way of your relationship. As the relationship neteyam was seen as something of forbidden love he was navi and you are human born on pandora, but not avatar body yet. That was not the only issues that was getting in the way of your relationship there was also the people around some love the relationship and others hated it. The biggest challenge was the in laws neteyam parents a challenging that you were still deal with to this day.

y/n " ummm"

neteyam " good morning my yanwe"

y/n " morning my husband" neteyam soon got out from the bed he was always a early raiser like his father Jake.

y/n " going scouting with your father again"

neteyam " yes he asked me if I wish to come and I agreed"

y/n " that wonderful wow I can't believe we have been mates for over five months now"

neteyam " five good months I owe praise to the great mother, for giving me a wonderful mate like you"

y/n " you are such a flirt" you soon pushed neteyam back a bit making the man laugh, as you soon started getting the home and yourself ready for the day.

y/n " I love our home it warm and beautiful"

neteyam " well we did make it with the help of my siblings and everyone else"

y/n " yes we owe them greatly"

neteyam " has norm given you any update on giving you and spider avatar bodies"

y/n " well they have been able to make one for me and spider after collect some dna samples for us and, using a formal from the old base and the RDA abandoned base they were able to get enough for us and everyone else"

neteyam " that wonderful ma y/n soon enough you can be navi and I will help you learn all the ways"

y/n " thank you" neteyam soon kissed your right check making you giggle and kiss him back as well, the two of you are a pair of love birds.

neteyam " I will be home for dinner but if anything change I will call you"

y/n " good and no need to rush back home I have enough stuff, family, and friends to keep me busy"

neteyam " that good to hear and if my dd invites us over to dinner will that be good for you"

y/n " yes they are now my family and we should be getting along"

neteyam " that why I love you"

????? " hey there you two" you and neteyam soon looked and saw Jake walking over with lo'ak, kiri, and spider in toe with him.

lo'ak " it seems like you two are getting along well"

y/n " well yes we are we were friends at first and now married together"

kiri " you two are a perfect couple because now I have another reason to call y/n my sister even more"

spider " hey if you can get into the clan so can I ...someday"

neteyam " don't worry you two soon everyone else will come around give them time"

y/n " yes brother don't worry everything will be fine"

spider " thank you sis" you and spider were not blood related but were raised together as siblings, by norm and tsu'tey who become your guys parents.

Jake " neteyam it right change it hard for the people but sooner or later they will come around and expect you two and the others as well"

y/n " thank you sir"

Jake " you don't have to call me sir anymore y/n we are family you can call me Jake"

y/n " yes Jake"

Jake " see oh here comes your father and dad"

tsu'tey "good morning everyone"

norm " yes good morning it seems like all of you are up where is tuk"

lo'ak " at home with mom"

norm " oh"

tsu'tey " so how is our young couple doing"

neteyam " we are doing well tsu'tey are you y/n"

y/n " yes we are five good months of marriage or being mates"

norm " that wonderful to hear"

Jake " well we will be leaving today will you girls be fine here today"

kiri " yes we can find something to keep ourselves entertained and busy I'm right y/n"

y/n " yes we can kiri"

neteyam " please no doing anything dangerous"

kiri " we make no said promise brother and who says you all get to have all the fun today"

spider " hey don't have that much fun without us"

y/n " we wouldn't"

Jake " come on you all can fight about this later we can't be late"

the boys " yes sir" you waved goodbye to the group with kiri as the two of you soon walked around the village carrying some empty baskets.

kiri " so it seems like mated life has been going well for you"

y/n " yes it has but there has been some problems in our relationship, that was there before and now"

kiri " my mother and the rest of the clan"

y/n " yes no matter what I do I think I will never have neytiri approval, or the clan approval they all hate me and think I stole neteyam away ... that my demon ways will brainwash him and doom the clan" you and kiri look at each other and soon fall out laughing,

kiri " they are all foolish there is no way you will bring doom to the clan, and same goes with spider and norm ... you three and the others have been here for us in these many years"

y/n " thank you"

kiri " my mother can be stubborn but I hope she does come around, because she can't hate you forever if you and neteyam plan for a family in the future and you two are bonded to be forever"

y/n " yes I hope she does come around but I will be nice and civil, as I wish to not cause any issues with the family"

tuk " kiri y/n" tuk soon came running towards you and kiri, she soon stopped when she reach the two of you.

y/n " hey tuk oh you are wearing that new top"

tuk " well you and kiri helped me make it and I felt like wearing it today"

kiri " it looks good on you baby sister our dear y/n has amazing weaving talent doesn't she"

tuk " yes she does"

y/n " aww you two are so nice" the three girls had laugh and smile before they went back to walking, soon reaching the field where fruit and herbs were grown with many other stuff as well.

mo'at " girls it good to see you out there today"

tuk " grandmother hello"

mo'at " hello sweetie y/n it good you are here I been meaning to have some more times to talk with you"

y/n " oh yes ma'am have I done something wrong"

mo'at " no I was wish to speak more with my grandson mate, as you are now apart of our family and have been doing well in the clan ... I'm proud of you"

y/n " thank you"

kiri " see grandmother see you are apart of the family and clan, you are seen by many"

mo'at " what the matter girls"

kiri " it seems like after her and neteyam become mates she still facing some issues with the clan"

mo'at " I'm sorry my dear it seems like I might need to have words with the people and my daughter"

tuk " how do you know it mom"

mo'at " I know my daughter well I will deal with the others I had deemed you and neteyam to be mates by my will and eywa will, if they wish to go against that then they are going against me and te great mother"

y/n " wow that taking it a step up"

mo'at " anything to make you and my grandson happy you are one of eywa children no matter what my daughter and the people have to say" you had nodded your head mo'at had left the three girls alone as she was needed back at the village, you are enjoying your time with kiri and tuk.

tuk " I hope I can find love like you and neteyam y/n"

y/n " don't worry tuk you will find love one day"

kiri " I think I rather stay single all my life verse being with someone"

y/n " that good as well do what you want"

????? " you" all three of them had gotten spoked when they heard neytiri voice, she soon made her way towards the three girl and she looked mad.

tuk " mom"

neytiri " not now tuk I need to speak with her"

kiri " mom what the matter"

neytiri " this girl since she was very young has been looking for a way to get into the family and clan, and now that she her she had turned your brother against me and your grandmother .... the once harmony we had in our clan has been ruined"

kiri " mom that not her fault"

neytiri " so you are blaming me for what is happening to our family, when it all her fault you ruined my son life and now you are ruing my family soon enough the clan"

y/n " neytiri with all respect your son and I really love each other"

neytiri " that false love you two will never have a family he need a proper women from the clan and I'm not the only one who think that ... he was meant to be with ninat daughter but you came and ruined everything" neytiri was not backing down as she was looking at you with hate in her eyes and voice.

tuk " mom you are being mean to y/n she our family and we love her, and no matter what the future has for her and big brother they will be happy"

kiri " yes mom what if they have kids what will you do about your grandchildren"

neytiri " that is foolish no way you and my son will never have children and if that does happen I pray to eywa that, are like my son and nothing like you I don't want demon blood on my family"

navi " yes we don't need demon blood or demon children in our clan"

navi 2 " our future oloeythan should be with someone else we have better women then her"

navi 3 " her and all the other demons are ruining our lives with their stuff and way of life, we will be better off if they stay away"

y/n " so no matter what I do you will never expect me neytiri and the same goes for the rest" the silence from neytiri and everyone else proved you right.

y/n " my future children will either get love or hate from you and everyone else ... well neytiri if I do have children I pray to eywa and anything else I have the willing power and strength to keep them happy and love .... I will make sure none on destroy them with their words and looks I have been given"

neytiri " one day my son will see the light and error of his way, and if there are kids I hope he take them far away from you and others like you"

y/n " we will see if that happens but it good to know who will in my future kids lives now before they come into this world" you soon stormed off grabbing you basket as tuk ran after you and kiri standing, to scold her mother before she came as well. The two of them stayed with you at your home as you try to control your emotions, and keep you company until neteyam comes back.

Later that day

y/n " ........"

tuk " y/n don't give mom the time of day she being rude towards you and many others"

y/n " I know but I'm just tried"

neteyam " y/n" soon neteyam came came dashing into the home and looked at you. He soon was followed by everyone else who were not standing at the entrance of the home.

kiri " she very upset about what mom had said to her"

Jake " what happened girls" the three girls had informed the group of what happened and to say no on was happy will be understatement. Jake look so disappointed about the whole situation as he was looking at his son and you.

Jake " right now there will be no major conflict with neytiri I will speak mo'at and we will deal with her, I will also make sure to have some words with her as well"

neteyam " thank you father I will have some words with her tomorrow, after I rest my nerves as I wish not to say anything bad to her"

Jake " I understand"

lo'ak " why don't we stay ...."

Jake " son I know you had good intentions right now but I think it best if we leave neteyam and y/n together you can spend time with her tomorrow, they will need to talk about what will happen in thier future"

lo'ak " yes sir" norm and tsu'tey hugged their daughter before they left, leaving the coupe alone as neteyam was comforting a sad and tried y/n. Everyone was upset about the situation and soon the event of today had been shared with the other humans, and they were not happy as well they felt bad for you.

neteyam " form tonight on I will keep you safe and I will keep our future family safe as well"

y/n " thank you and I'm sorry I tried I really did ..."

neteyam " it okay I understand" neteyam held you close that night he was upset with his mother, and was going to deal with her later on. He was going to keep true to his promise and make sure no one else, hurts his mate again even if that means cut some people out of his life.

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hail-brod · 6 months

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A Chance and Beyond (1)

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Loki x FReader

Set after the events of Thor: Ragnarok and begins with Infinity War when the spaceship containing Thor and the other Asgardians were spared from the supposed attack of Thanos. Meaning, Loki is alive. But the threat still looms.

(Also, let's just pretend Hela didn't destroy Mjollnir :DD)

Spoilers for Loki season 2!

Warning/s: Just some cursing

WC: 3.3k

When you realized that your existence is in great trouble, you do your best to find a way to get back to where you were previously encapsulated as a time criminal. After all, they're the reason why you're fucked. But, seems like you'll be needing the Avengers' help first. And Loki's.

"What the fuck."

Was all Tony Stark could managed to say after being abruptly interrupted by a terrifyingly distorted figure appearing right in front of him, evidently disrupting the banter he was having with the so-called God of Mischief, Loki. The other avengers surrounding the two men were no different, frozen on their spot as they gather round in the sophisticated compound, loss for words at the woman who happens to appear uninvited.

You stood there breathless.

Without any second thoughts, they made their move directing a fighting stance at you, as if expecting a sudden attack. Just what you'd expect from the Earth's mightiest heroes.

Minus Loki.

Though, not without a hint of confusion delighting their faces.

After you had successful regain your balance, although still dreading the feeling of being ripped apart through time, you slowly flayed your hands up in defeat. Panting, you surveyed around.

You were in the Avengers' compound.

"What...in the hell was that?" the one who seemed to have said that was actually the only one hesitant to attack you, knuckles upfront him with an obvious unsureness as his eyes warily scanned you. Gaping, he continued. "Did I...Did I hallucinate that or...? Oh, god, am I going mad?"

"I don't believe that is the case here, Banner." boomed Thor, holding out Mjollnir threateningly. Eyes stern at your panting form.

Alright, how fortunate to see a very familiar face.

"I hope so. Or else, I might as well decide that being on a whole different planet for a whole year and being part of a godly family crisis has already altered my mind in many different ways."

"Bruce, calm down." a bearded blonde man with a shield said. Steve Rogers. You recall. "Just be thankful that isn't the case here because it certainly isn't."

You wish you could snort at the exchange but you have other matters to focus on at the moment. Though, you held Banner's terrified gaze with a wary of your own as you think for a moment who Banner is but you brush it aside.

You can't afford to dilly-dally with such questions and just preferably, avoid starting a needless fight.

With Stark now a few steps back from you, hands enclosed in his iron red gauntlet with the center of his palm alight, he eyed you suspiciously. He pointed at you, threatening to blast you on your spot. Not even sliding the chance to put out a snarky comment. "I don't know about that Cap. I think we've all gone mad."

"Shut it, Tony." the blondied woman in a black armored and leather suit remarked, eyeing the freaked out Banner. "Now's not the time."

He only gave her a stern look before returning it back to you, although not without muttering something under his breath. You can almost make out the mocking smile he had before seriously staring you down.

That's also when you perfectly noticed the raven haired God at your other side. Just like Stark, he was a few steps away. Your hands were still in the air as you didn't waste a second to slowly shift your eyes to the God who you we're just with a few hours ago.

Technically, it isn't him and also, you're not even certain if that was a few hours ago. TVA has victoriously displaced your sense of time and you have no choice but to set that aside for now.

First and foremost, let's not die in the hands of these worldly — and otherworldly — renowned superhuman Midgardian people.

"That was no sorcery." was all Loki could utter, blaring a suspicious glare at you. At this point, you can say that everyone here is glaring daggers at you with so much suspicion after just witnessing you appear uncannily right in front of their eyes. Loki's trusty daggers points at you with such intensity that you can't help but freeze on your spot entirely. You garner that moving further might just cause him to pounce on you and successfully cut your throat out.

Such a Loki trait. You consciously note. At the same time, it pricks a sense of oddness to you.

"For once, I can agree with you." this time, it was the man in a red cape. His hands projecting a some sort of fiery circular engravings — Or markings, it seems — that you were not familiar with. Although, it did felt familiar. "Who are you and why have you come here?"

Finally asking the right questions, everyone else anticipated your response.

"I'd really thought you'd ask how I did get here but, fine." your attempt at settling everything down with a little humor earned nothing. You only strained a smile. "You can put your guard down now. I doubt I can even inflict damage to any of you when I am outnumbered, don't you think?" You say with a nervous shrug.

"Wait.." Thor started. "You are an Asgardian."

Ah.

"Wait, what now?" a conflicted Banner turned to him with a frown. "Where did that come from?"

"Her clothing." it was Loki. Tilting his head, he slightly squinted at you. You can already feel their movements break from their stance but nonetheless, was still on guard. "But I wouldn't want to jump to conclusions if I were you, brother. A lie or two is easy to miss." he says that in a lowered and slick tone, eyes prying deep in your existence.

"Good preach, God of Lies, but why don't you myth brothers figure something out if she'll massacre us or join the party. Is that good or is that impossible?" Stark commands.

"That's-" Thor tries to say.

"I can do that." Oh no.

Without hesitation, Loki readies to attack you with a knowing smirk. You want to say that you expected that but in terms of fighting physically between you and him, he always precedes. Except when it comes to sorcery.

Yet, his daggers haven't spelt your doom when suddenly, you fell.

You fell and landed in a bright room enclosed with the very bright color of white. Norns, help me. At this point, I'm not even surprised if Midgardian structures could be capable of blinding me. Humans and their taste in design.

Before you could jump to assumptions whether you time-slipped again, you heard the sound of sizzling above you as you turn to look only to see a yellow ring close.

Oh. You thought. Of course. How can I forget that doctor wizard and his parlor tricks? I can do better than that.

But before you could prove it to no one in particular by trying to dematerialize a wall for your way out, which you expected to be unbreakable because, well, this is the Avengers' territory — you felt the familiar twist of your body as you closed your eyes, getting ready for what's to come. You're time-slipping. Again.

When you opened your eyes, you don't know if you should be relieved or not because you were still in the same spot.

I am seriously starting to despise this more than anything. You say in your mind, cranking your head in pain.

As if the universe has heard your impulsive thoughts for wanting to pride yourself as the better sorcerer, one episode of time-slipping has managed to avert your thoughts to a different one. There's really no point in trying to escape when you'll be thrown off eventually to a different timeline thus, relieving you off of this situation. At least you hope you'll have that kind of luck, considering that you're here imprisoned and untrusted by heroes. For the meantime, you painfully have a lot of questions.

The fact that you are time-slipping outside of TVA is making you feel wary and disoriented.

Not just that, because you're not being tossed around through time in one place like before in TVA, but because you're being tossed around in different branches of time. You can't help but overthink, a blooming panic erupts in you. If what you heard from Ouroboros was true, about the possibility of being lost to time, then maybe you can consider that that's what's occurring to you. Adding to that, how can Loki and the others track you when there's a number of branches exceeding spontaneously and you're amongst one of them — inconsistently appearing through one branch after another.

To hell with this time-slipping phenomenon.

Such thoughts have managed to waver your poised will. You don't want this. After everything that's happened, you're now overwhelmed by incomparable fear, enough to cover the pang of grief that you successfully tried to keep a hold off during the dangers you have encountered. And that causes you to resume the fear of losing something again. If before you've lost the right to exist in your own timeline, then now seems like you're losing more than you could think of.

A chance. The chance to only exist without the burden of being a criminal to time.

The Loki you met ensured you that. And you're scared to lose the hope you unconsciously held so close that he had given you.

You're scared that you're bound to be stuck in time, alone and nowhere to belong to.

You're just a displaced speck of entity in the vast timelines of universes, an error meant to be rid of.

Is this truly the ending that you deserve?

Just lost to time. For eternity.

After everything that you've been through, you think of the fact that your Nexus event was a fickle thing in the grand scheme of things. A mere sentiment, and now it's a fault that you apparently cannot undo.

Would you have regret it?

Ah. You think. That's the problem,

I don't.

For the love of Buri, what is happening?

You have already time-slipped thrice in a row now, and you're still where you stood afoot a few minutes ago.

You hitched your breathing as you relished the acquainted feeling of distortion, you exhaled in distraught. Your mind trying to run a million miles per second thinking of an explanation on the same bloody concept of time as well as your timely old friend, time-slipping. Marvelous.

But before you could sit down and relax on the cushions edging on two sides of the opposite walls which levels above your knee, you caught in the corner of your eye the wall you tried to dematerialize earlier; now fading from white to being transparent like glass.

And behind the glass wall stood your captors.

You tried to ground yourself with the wall beside you, but you pushed your body to the side so that you can at least have the decency to look like you aren't struggling so much. Because you definitely aren't.

"Good catch." remarked Stark. "We have so much going on today with Earth being threatened by a goofy alien that's apparently so much more dangerous than we could know — and now, you add more questions and trouble to that just for appearing out of nowhere like a grated spaghetti."

You almost missed the way the blonde woman rolled her eyes at Stark's words but nonetheless, you focus on what he said.

Earth being threatened by an alien.

"Do you mean to say... Thanos?" you ask. Doubtlessly aware of his feats and reputation in your timeline. Their heads perked up at the mention of the said Titan.

"You know of him?" quite surprised at the familiar voice, you turn to look at Thor.

Parting your lips with slight hesitation, you reply. "No. No, I do not. At least, not personally. He is called the Mad Titan, a galactic conqueror. Tis but a.... common knowledge where I come from."

"Which is Asgard, is it not?" Loki tauntingly says.

Oh, well.

He eyes you in victory for having caught your lie and the foolish words you had unintentionally slip. But he continued. "Or perhaps, my brother and I are mistaken to assume that you are a kin of our people. As well as considering that of your knowledge of this Mad Titan, you seem to know more than just that." you slightly stiffened, noting the lofty tone he had, slowly strutting his way forward with his hands tucked behind him. "Keep hiding your secrets but your eventual lies will get you nowhere when I'm here, imposter."

"Brother..."

"No, no, let him. It's great that we have a lie-detector in the team." Stark muses, earning an unamused head shake from Rogers.

Your gaze lingers a tad bit longer than you intended to at the raven-head, deciding whether you should even admit your unruly situation to them and potentially double their troubles a hundredfold by stating that their lives are also in danger from a timeless phenomenon and being at risk for the possible collapse of their existence altogether.

Probably not a good idea.

Moreover, you don't want to let yourself fall in the luxury of pitting yourself with fellow Asgardians and perhaps attain the old life you had when you woefully know that you have no place in any kind of reality no more. Your heart clenches at that.

But how can you possibly deny your origin and the non-sorcery distortion materialization, also called—

Your body aches and twists as you grit your teeth, shutting your eyes and reliving the ripping portion of this damned time-slip. As it ended, your breath wavers as you pant, shoulders crooked at the fleeting sensation it brought. Expecting that maybe you have been transported to another timeline, you peek one eye out.

You see the same faces and surroundings except this time, their reaction contorts to a series of pained and horrified expressions. Even Loki looked uneasy.

You exhale. "Pardon me, that must've been very unsightly." you eventually say.

"That just happened again." Banner gawks.

"Are you alright?" a stern voice asks. You turn to meet the concerned eyes of Rogers. "I assume that doesn't happen normally. Not even for Asgardians." you caught the quick glance he gave at Thor before focusing back on you.

You reply, nodding. "No, no, you're right. This is no common occurrence amongst the people of Asgard. It is simply just.... " you puff your body back up in a poised posture. "No, not simply." you let out a strained chuckle, confliction can be traced on your face. "To be painfully honest and blunt, I am lost through time and I haven't got a clue on what exactly I shall plan to do in these circumstances. Although indeed, I am an Asgardian but, from a different...let's say, reality. So rest assured because I don't plan on harming heroes I've accompanied in battle."

You were ready to receive their doubtful phrases and looks, but the sorcerer who brought you in this cage steps forward. Almost like he disapproved everything you had just mentioned.

"Time-travelling is not something to be tampered with. Unless, you're adept at the arts of time sorcery, and to be able to manipulate it without damaging our reality is rather a big feat for a sorcerer." he explains. This time, he frowns at you. "But no. Whatever's happening to you, it doesn't feel like magic."

You take in his words, holding his unrelenting stare. "You're right..."

You know Doctor Strange and his capabilities as the Sorcerer Supreme, and as you thought of the fact that he also possesses the Time Stone, maybe you can do something with his help.

Even though you know the chances of successfully using magic against a complication from TVA is way below the odds, you'd wager.

He raises a brow but before he could add more, you spoke. "Time-slipping." you pause, scanning his expression, hoping that maybe someone who knows so much about the expertise of time in terms of magic could help you discover your way back to TVA. Though, his face doesn't show any hint of knowing so you pushed further. "I've been repeatedly tossed around multiple branches of time against my will, but not because I time-traveled. For now all I can say is, I am stuck here in your reality and, well... with a distorting body."

"Great. Sure. Magic and sorcerers exist, even Gods, so why the hell would I not believe anything about time-traveling now? Tell me, Doc, is she making any sense to you?" Stark walks towards the said wizard. You slightly frowned at the tone he used. If this is how Tony Stark reacts to someone he doesn't trust just like how a particular individual mentioned to you, then you're glad that the Stark that you know favored you well.

Not that it matters anymore.

"I've never heard anything about that kind of problem. Especially now you do confirm it doesn't root from magic." the Doctor answers.

Stark hefts up his hands, looking around at everyone else, as if showing that his point has just been proven.

But from the corner of your eye, you noticed the way Loki haughtily rolls his eyes with a sigh and you perfectly know what irked him at that moment.

"As if a second-rate sorcerer could know anything more beyond the complexion of sorcery and time."

The only woman other than you sighs in slight frustration. "Oh, no. Someone please stop him."

If you weren't in a tight spot, you could've laughed at her compliant. Although, that earned her a glare from the trickster with crossed arms. For once in a while, it's nice to see Loki act so indifferently.

Strange only gave the God a pointed look before resting his eyes back on you. "Okay. If what you say is true, time-slipping as you would call it and to consider there's no magic tapping into this, what exactly do you plan on doing now?"

There it is. "I need your help."

"Are you shitting me right now?" Stark loops in.

"Even if with just your help, Doctor Strange. Please." you plead, firmly stepping closer to the glass barrier.

"How can you assure you're not just after something from us, specifically from him." Loki tips his head in Strange's direction. You know well that he caught unto your intentions as he spares a quick glance at the necklace of the said wizard.

Cocky snake.

At that, everyone stares at you sharply that if looks could kill, you'd be a dead corpse that has been stabbed with various types of weaponry magnificently forged by dwarves.

"You're not entirely wrong if you think that I'm after the Time Stone but for argument's sake, there is a reason why it is called the Time Stone." you explain, trying not to waver for being the receiving end to their eventual wrath. For a second, you thought you'd gain another yet of Loki's condescending retortions, but you're surprised that he only eyed you down impassively. Observing you.

Banner joins in. "If you admit it and put it like that then, I don't even know if you're lying or not anymore." he sits down on one of the metallic chairs by the semi-circular machinery in the middle of the room. "Even though that last part sounded dumb for an excuse; which is exactly why I'm having second thoughts."

"That's... I appreciate that — I think." you say, slightly frowning. It is dumb. You don't blame him though.

He gives you a tight-lipped smile which disappears immediately. "Yeah, no, it's fine."

Stark looks at him incredulously, as if he truly felt betrayed. "Bruce, what the hell?"

The others quirk confusingly at the exchange before you spoke again. "But to be clear again, that wasn't an excuse. Not for deception, at least."

It actually didn't sit quite well with you that the one who usually loves to deceive is standing idly in silence when you mentioned his expertise.

But you know that calculating gaze of his.

"Fine." you bat an eye at the person who spoke. "But you are to be restrained until we deem you trustworthy. One wrong step and you might just end up somewhere other than a cell."

A weight lifts up from your chest, somehow. You eye Strange in relief, almost a hint of exhaustion engulfs your expression but you blink it away. "I am grate-"

Your body contorts and twists once again.

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rainbowsky · 9 months

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Hiiiiii. I'm here again!💛 My question is: what are your top 3 solo dance performance of Web?

Mine includes his recent interpretative dance of Like the Sunshine, opening dance during SDOC4, and the classic Versace on the Floor, duh! 😘

You're anonymous so I have no idea who you are, but hello! Nice to see you! 😊

I absolutely love this question, thanks so much for asking it! DD's dance performances are always exciting, and something I eagerly anticipate - probably more than anything else from him!!

#1 Like the Sunshine

There can be no other winner. Truly the most memorable performance he's ever given. So special on every level. Even though I've been unable to watch it since January (long story that I talk about in my post* about the song, which is still in drafts), I think about it a lot. Exceptional, beautiful, powerful.

*Sorry to bring up a mystery post, it WILL be published eventually!

#2 SDOC3 Captain Dance & Rehearsal

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I loved this practice version because we got to see DD dancing out of costume, and he looks so fucking amazing (he really can rock a tight-cuffed pant, windbreaker and ball cap like no other). This clip holds a special place in my heart. I love watching his practices. DD in his own clothing, just being DD, being a great dancer.

Both the practice and the live performances show DD's strong skill, professionalism, and talent. (DD's starts at 12:40).

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After the captains' opening performances the dancers all voted with their towels to choose the best one. DD ended up getting the fewest votes of all the captains.

If you rewatch the performances you can see that other performances weren't nearly as intricate, coordinated or frankly 'cool' as DD's, but we got to see these performances from a very different vantage than the dancers, so I'll cut them some slack for being so blind. There were even some comments after the fact, that they couldn't see the complexity of it from where they were sitting.

It's crazy to me to think that he ended up in the bottom from this, and he even made a statement about hoping to improve. 🥺

This dance was so good, he performed it so well. It really shows that perspective is everything.

#3 VOTF

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It feels like this performance wasn't meant for our eyes (😅), but I love it anyway. For all the same reasons everyone else does. It's just so smouldering and sexy, and he looks godly here.

My CPN post about the performance can be found here.

Special Mention: YH Practice Clip

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This practice dance has to be mentioned because it's been a favorite of mine for years. Not just because he looks so stellar in it, but also because more than a lot of other videos out there, this one really shows DD's exceptional gift for dance.

If you watch the presence/power of his performance vs the two dancers behind him, you can really see how much he stands out - how much star power he has just based on his overall demeanour. He has such beautiful lines, precision, musicality and quality of movement. He hits every beat and every step effortlessly, while giving so much swagger and fluidity. His transitions are unbelievable - so smooth and so strong. It's mesmerizing to watch.

It's crazy to think it's only 1 MINUTE of dance. It feels like an entire epic story of movement.

The same is also true with the Swalla video that is popular among fans. Same thing. You can really see DD's talent in these clips. I fervently wish he'd release more of these, although I understand it's not likely to happen again. It would be a feast for me if he did.

#bjyx #yizhan #yibo dance #favorites #ask

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writingforfun0714 · 3 months

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So I wanted to wait and let the new Bad Batch trailer sink in before posting about it.

Warnings: Spoilers, some thoughts/opinions will be critical

Alright so I don’t think it’s any secret that I don’t care for the Bad Batch. Even ignoring the horrible, incredibly RACIST clone model, the writing is mid/passable at best and not even watchable for me. Most of S1 and 2 combined is the typical ‘mission of the week’ type of story where only a few Empire-focused episodes stand out. There are also instances of ableism concerning Echo in particular (CF99 are also super dismissive of him in general—going along with that whole fucking ‘superiority over regs’ thing—seriously wtf).

Most episodes were very bland and predictable. S1 had no stakes despite its finale. By Mando/ST it’s clear that something has happened to Kamino. Didn’t really need to see a 2pt ep of the city getting wiped. Plus AZI should’ve been sacrificed. Even Ahsoka learns the lesson that you can’t save everyone in S1 when she disobeys Anakin and Admiral Yularen. TBB S2 had no character development from anyone besides a little bit for Omega (and Tech—but that was always speculated by fans since S1 and he’s dead now so it doesn’t really matter). A lot of the dialogue felt…basic. I think the only thing that TBB does well is the music. It’s really amazing and beautiful along with the smooth, crisp animation/scenery. Shame they ruined it with racist clone models, racist tones with the ‘reg’ dispute in both seasons, and being ableist and dismissive towards Echo.

Which brings me to the trailer. Oh boy. First, right off the bat I noticed how similar the trailer opening is compared to the S2 trailer. I do like that Phee is back. She did take time to grow on me but I do like her character and am curious to see where they will go with her.

It’s interesting we are seeing Crosshair back with the group so soon. Personally I do believe that is Crosshair and not just someone else wearing his armor like some think. I like the idea of Omega and Crosshair escaping early on but Omega gets recaptured/separated and taken back to Tantiss.

I’m interested in Hemlock and his backstory (is his gloved hand robotic?). I wish they’d create more interesting and unique characters like Phee and Fennec Shand instead of relying on cameos of established characters/fan-favorites like Ventress. I loved Dark Disciple and I thought it was a great ending for her.

I know it’s officially said that Ventress’ story will follow Dark Disciple but I don’t see how unless they retcon her death or pull a ‘somehow she survived’. Either way that sucks. Reminder!! DAVE FELONY DIDN’T EVEN FOLLOW REBELS FOR AHSOKA. SABINE IS NOT FORCE SENSITIVE IN REBELS. DAVE RETCONS THE SHIT OUT OF EVERYTHING. I have no faith that they will remain loyal to DD. Anything that will be ‘canon’ will be mid at best because even Crosshair’s arc has been messy (which is due to the weird S1 ‘reset’ the characters go through. Like they totally should’ve appreciated ‘regs’ by the end of TBB arc in TCW S7–there was no need for that awkward food fight scene in S1).

I hate that this show has to rely on cameos to get the viewing numbers. Here is a list of every character cameo we’ve seen so far:

—Rex*

—Tarkin*

—Palpatine*

—The Lawquane Family

—The Syndullas/Chopper

—Nala Se/Lama Su*

—Cad Bane

—Bail Organa

—Riyo Chuchi

—Gungi

—Gregor

—Wolffe

—Cody

—Scorch

—Saw Gerrera

—Martez Sisters

—Kanan/Depa*

—Muchi/Rancor from RotJ

—Taun We/Halle Burtoni

—Ventress

*I consider these important/relevant cameos and am not bothered by them like the others*

What a list right? I might even be missing one. These were just off the top of my head. Some are big players, others smaller and almost not-relevant to the plot. Not counting the one’s I asterisked, it’s 15 characters. There are original characters but a lot of them, especially in S1 felt like one off, not important characters. And I hate Cid so much—glad to see she was absent in the S3 trailer. I’m really starting to love Phee and I’ve always loved Fennec Shand, and Hemlock is definitely an intriguing villain and Emerie feels like a total mystery (though the reveal was not shocking due to the similar design and accent to Omega). Like why can’t they create more characters like these? The rest just feel forgettable. And it’s clear that characters like Saw, Gungi, Scorch, Cad Bane and even the Syndulla and Lawquane families just felt like fan service. The rest kind of make sense that they’d show up but it also feels a bit like fan service.

Moving on..

I know a lot of people think that new weird dark trooper at the 1:40 mark is Tech. While I’m inclined to agree as I think the ‘Winter Soldier’ story is an obvious choice to pick, I also think that Tech is dead. I’ve changed my mind and kind of hope that Tech isn’t brought back.

I hope this is someone new. I also wouldn’t mind if it was a bounty hunter we’ve seen before. Due to the frame and stature, I could almost think of Boba due to him being older than Omega but it’s definitely more likely to be Tech than either of these choices.

It’s interesting a lot of cameo characters from S2 do not make an appearance in the trailer. Bail, Riyo, Gungi, Gregor and Cody are all absent from the trailer. Trailers usually show action shots to avoid story spoilers, but with Gungi, Gregor, and Cody all being capable fighters, I’m surprised they didn’t appear (usually stuff with politics is a story spoiler).

Overall I’m skeptical of the trailer. I don’t like Ventress being alive/in TBB being a Dark Disciple lover. There’s a lot of mystery surrounding the story of S3 so I don’t feel like I can give an accurate take on that. I hate how Omega’s longer hair looks. Curly haired Omega is adorable!! The animation (everything but the clone model) is definitely getting better. However, based on how S2 was marketed as a ‘darker story compared to S1’ and was like 80% fetch quest I’m definitely skeptical.

Those of you that made it through this post, thank you for your time and I hope I gave you something to think about. If you wanna learn more about the racism and ableism portrayed in this show, check out @unwhitewashthebadbatch for more info.

#star wars #bad batch #thoughts #unwhitewash the bad batch #uwwtbb #tbb critical #Dave Felony Brad Rau and Jen Corbett are gonna wreck Dark Disciple #and Ventress #so scared for her #tbb season 3 #tbb s3 #spoilers #tbb season 3 spoilers #tbb s3 spoilers

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project-doomsday · 4 months

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DD Progress/Updates 13

Happy new year everyone! Wow, can’t believe 2023 is already over! Went so fast, didn’t it? Did you make new year resolutions? Pop the champagne? Get high? Er, ignore that last part! Haha… Anyways! I have some great news for you all!

I have now completed half of the coloring stage of the new pages!

Dib is completely colored in and shaded, now all that’s left is the part I’ve been fearing the worse….

THE BACKGROUNDS…

I will do my best to hurry and finish it as soon as possible! My job has been kicking my ass but now it’s been three months I can try and transfer into 1st shift. Wish me luck!

Anyways, that’s all I have for today! Love ya and again happy new year!!

#doomsday au #invader zim #iz #au #my art #dib #progress report #updates #art

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kimsohn · 5 months

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your moots as tbz members? :DD

HELLO!! i was wishing for an ask game and it popped in my inbox i literally love you anon. also i feel like i don't know tbz at all so this could be completely off. like i could not explain their government assigned personalities to you but i could tell you how many piercings kevin has so idk what that says about me

i only did the 11 members btw cause i need to go eat lunch sorry for not including everyone 😭😭

@zzoguri as jacob, you are the kindest person ever i need to smooch you and you give me jacob's ifly cover vibes

@sungbeam as changmin, do i even need to say more. also you remind me of kyuramzi idk so fun and smiley but also as a changmin stan you are just slightly crazy. just slightly.

@winterchimez as sangyeon, you're literally my big sister ally also you would be a great mom just like sangyeon would be a great dad

@wuahae as younghoon, whenever you say "oh brother.." i just think younghoon LMAOO i think you are very crazy but also very cool

@juyeonszn as sunwoo, you pop in the chat and it's like what crazy thing are you going to say next. also you are a little bit delusional but i am more delusional so i won't criticize you

@heemingyu as chanhee, bro istg you are the definition of chanhee idek how to explain it. whenever i see you, you're always arguing like you just constantly choose drama idk

@sohnric as eric, you give me extroverted vibes so much and you are very cool 2 me. also i associate sweet like sugar with you so u have fun summer vibes yup

@invuwrld as haknyeon, idk haknyeon is so lovely and u are so lovely to me 2. like you can be loud and chaotic but you also are so so nice!!

@stealanity as juyeon, matty you are so precious and honestly you're a mix of juyeon younghoon haknyeon jacob but i chose juyeon cause juyeon has a very sweet personality and you are very sweet too

@cloverdaisies as hyunjae, u are kinda crazy to me clo like i never know what to expect with you and also you being type 8 gives me hyunjae vibes too

@baesm as kevin, u are literally best friend and you are funny sweet crazy all in one

#ding!#love letter #am i really a deobi idk

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m0ther-of-p3arl · 8 months

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across the great divide (there is a glorious sunrise)

chapter two: home, can we go?

hiya and WELCOME BACK to the next chapter of my lovely little au for the niche-est audiences ever :DD if you're into owengejuicetv, charlie slimecicle, and camp halfblood aus, this fic is defo for you!! enjoy the second chapter <3

(also its my birthday so wish me a happy birthday :P)

Owen steps cautiously into the room, trying with little success to curb the quivering of his knees, biting at the inside of his cheek to stop from nervously jabbering away; as was a common tendency of his. Madeline is waiting at her desk, ball gown splayed out around the edges of her chair (why the heck is she even wearing a ball gown anyway- honestly just not at all acceptable teacher behavior from this person all around.). The mottled brown bulldog continues to look up at Owen from its perch under the desk, and if not for its intense and unnerving stare, Owen would have easily thought the animal to be dead.

“Hey, Ms Pemberton,” Owen greets, attempting to swallow down some of his worry (this is just a normal student-teacher conversation anyway, no reason to be scared), “Any reason why I’m being kept inside? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, darling, nothing wrong, nothing wrong at all!” She seems like she’s telling the truth, but as Owen listens a little closer, replays her sentence in his mind, he can hear the grating edge of her voice, the way it lilts higher at the end, crescendoing to an almost squeaking tone.

“Then why am I here?” He tries to keep his voice calm, he really does.

“Well, we’ll just have to figure that out together, won’t we?” She stands from her desk, leaning on it with her hands, the bulldog growling long and low beneath her.

“But… you can’t keep me inside without a reason.” Owen glances backwards at the door, swallowing quickly and resisting the urge to run out the exit as fast as he can. But Charlie told him to stay, and he trusts his best friend above all else.

“I’m the teacher. I have authority here. I can do whatever I want, honey.” Her words are somehow clipped and sloppy at the same time, a slithering quality that's masked by sharp enunciation and crisp syllables.

(The bad vibes Owen’s getting from this situation are ridiculous. He has to admit he’s never felt anything like it before, and that scares him. Usually when he’s around a dangerous or at least unsavory person, he’ll be able to tell what they want from him, and how best to go about handling the situation. That, or he has Charlie with him, and everyone knows that something bad is much less likely to happen if you’re not on your own. Plus, Charlie has the added benefit that he'll cuss out anyone who even tries to harm them, which usually scares most people away.

This, however, is different. Owen doesn’t know what to do, and worse than that, he can’t even tell what the problem is. Why has he been kept inside? Why him, why not any of the other students? Why only him? It feels like an isolation tactic, a way to get him alone so Ms Pemberton can strike. The thing is, if that’s the case, then the original query returns: Why him? Why not Charlie, or Bill, or anyone else in the class? As far as Owen can remember, he’s never met this woman before in his life. So why does she seem so intent on, presumably, harming him?

Owen doesn’t know, and that’s the part that scares him.)

“But I want to go spend time with my friend, and if there’s no reason to keep me here, then- is there?” Owen voices his question with a blanket of confusion masking simple caution, every instinct in his body screaming at him now, more than quiet chatter, to run, straight out that door, and never come back.

But Charlie said he had to “deal with… that,” and, again, Owen trusts his friend. So no matter how much he wants to, no matter how many longing glances he'll throw towards the direction of the exit, no matter how his hair stands on end, his skin prickling with nerves, Owen knows he will not leave the room- because Charlie told him, Charlie promised, that Owen would be okay.

“Oh, trust me, there’s a reason. We’ve been looking for you for a very long time. You’re quite powerful for one of your kind- born from a lesser power, though, unfortunately. Athena is nothing when you compare what she can do to Hades or Demeter- those are the ones to watch out for. I’m just here to take you out real easy, a nice meal before things really start going down,” Madeline says, her tone absolutely pleasant, only the faintest hint of hatred poking through the facade. Why is she so against him? Again, Owen can’t remember ever meeting, or even seeing, this person before in his life. So why is she suddenly acting as if he personally has wronged her in unimaginable ways? The whole situation screams unsafe, and it's so uncomfortable he can almost feel the wrongness of it in the air.

Then the implications of the other things she’s said finally reach his mind.

“Did you say a meal?” Owen asks, backing slowly away. He's not sure if she's alluding to cannibalism, or what- though, thinking about it some more, that does seem extraordinarily unlikely.

(If Owen didn’t know it was completely impossible, he would have sworn he could see Madeline's mouth lengthening, tongue splitting in two and forking at the end like a snake’s- he could’ve sworn as her shoes were kicked off her feet that he could see legs fusing together under the dress to form a silvery snake’s tail. But such things are impossible, and he chalks it up to simple hallucinations from stress. A much easier, more consumable explanation for the horrors taking place before his very eyes.)

“Yes, young halfblood,” Madeline hisses, delight written plainly across her now-hideous face, the skin bloodily crackling at the edges of her unnatural smile, “I am Lamia, and in my heyday, I destroyed countless men just like you, who thought that they were superior to everyone else. Idiot! You will be no different, little one- it has been far too long since I properly feasted. And what better time than now to satiate my appetite? You’re not much, but you’ll simply have to do. It's not like I have another option.”

And with that, she discards her dress, cackling like a witch- and Owen gasps, not so much from fear as from simple surprise. Her body is completely covered, save for her face and hands, with brutally scuffed silver scales. Some are even peeling off, hints of raw, irritated skin peering out from beneath. Her eyes have widened and eyelids thickened, snake-like vertical pupils gracing the centers of eerily yellow irises. Madeline is bleeding from her face, a continuous torrent from cracks and cuts, formed due to the stress that must be caused on her facial tissues whenever she smiles. Her nails have elongated into borderline claws, chipped and bloody, her own finger tissue still visible from where it is stuck underneath the talons.

Owen’s eyes go wide, breath becoming shaky, erratic- he is witnessing a marvel, a scientific phenomenon. He's afraid, of course he's afraid- but fear is eclipsed by wonder and interest as his eyes graze over Madeline- no, Lamia's body, and he almost wants to reach out a hand and run it along the scales, to see if they're as rough and jagged as they appear or if that's simply an intimidation tactic. She sneers at him, and his nails dig into the orange still clutched in his hand instinctively, some of the skin peeling away and sticking under his nails.

Until all of a sudden, he's no longer clutching a molded orange in his fist. Instead, a gorgeous antique pistol is how gripped lightly in his hand, and it feels as though he's held the gun a million times before, it feels as if everything has suddenly just clicked into place. Owen barely has time to register his astonishment before Lamia pounces at him (insofar as a creature with a snake tail can pounce), and before he realizes what he’s doing, he’s slid under her, winding up behind the creature as she hisses in frustration.

"Stay still, idiot!" Lamia screeches, blood streaming from the cracks in her cheeks, from cuts formed by every broken scale, her mouth pulled into a hideous sneer. She reaches out one clawed hand, her fingers too long, claws far too sharp to be anything of this world- at least anything Owen knows of. He flinches back, heart beating too fast to be healthy.

After this little aggression, Owen doesn’t have time to think. He lets instinct take over, cocking the pistol as his pointer finger pulls deftly on the trigger, the world flashing into slow motion as the bullet rips straight through the monster’s chest. Owen’s sure that the gunshot, along with her subsequent scream, are loud enough that his parents back home in England can hear it- the deafening thunder crack of the bullet, a scream more enraged than terrified sounding from her too-wide mouth as blood-

No, wait, Owen realizes. That’s not blood. He’d expected it to be, but- somehow- it’s not. Owen doesn’t know how it’s possible, but all of a sudden, Lamia has exploded into soft, golden dust- the woman, the creature, is gone, and all that’s left in her stead is a meager pile of shimmering sand that coats the room, and, subsequently, Owen.

(He doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to get the taste of her scream out of her mouth, the memory of the bitter flavor grating at his tongue and irritating his eyes. It’s all up in his hair, and he writhes at the thought that the remnants of- of whatever that was- are still upon him even in its death. It’s an unwelcome realization, and with it, he gets the strong and sudden urge to shower as soon as humanly possible.)

Owen handles the pistol almost reverently, releasing it from his rock-solid grip and turning it over in his fingers, admiring the lacy metalwork and brightly varnished wood that adorn the beautiful, almost ceremonial-looking, weapon. The metal appears to be some kind of bronze, though certainly it is like no bronze Owen's ever set eyes upon before. It shines with an almost unnatural glow, although in all honesty it should have been varnished and scuffed beyond recognition.

(At least he assumes so, as given the state that the orange was in, and if the orange was the gun… he’s kind of accepted at this point that weird things are at work here and if moldy oranges are going to turn into guns, there’s not much he can do about that other than roll with it.)

Owen’s attention is lifted from the firearm laying in his hands by the screeching sound of tennis shoes skidding along the linoleum floor, followed quickly after by Charlie, doubled over and wheezing, hands planted on his knees, appearing in the doorway. He must have run all the way here, Owen realizes, though what he doesn’t understand is from where.

It seems to take Charlie a minute to realize what he’s looking at, to take in the pistol clutched in Owen's hands, the sand-like material blanketing the classroom in a carpet of gold- but when he finally does, his eyes widen in something resembling shock, with a heavy tinge of pride mixed in. “You- you did it!”

“No need to sound so surprised,” Owen mutters, the pistol hanging awkwardly from one hand. “So, uh, was I supposed to do that? What- what happened to her, Charlie? Why did she, like, turn into a snake person, and then I shot her and it was so loud, and now she’s just- just this, just dust, and it’s everywhere- How am I going to explain this to my parents, and the school- what have I done? Where do I go from here?”

“Well,” Charlie suggests, a happy tint to his voice that Owen does not think fits well with the situation, “you could come to my summer camp!”

Owen stares at him, the suggestion so ridiculous on so many levels that he feels it's only best to voice the most obvious concern first; lest Charlie's mental state be somehow compromised due to the way he's acting. “School’s just started, it’s not summer anymore. Plus, I don’t really think that they’d be willing to harbor a literal murderer-”

“You’d be really surprised, actually,” Charlie interrupts, beginning to walk casually down the hall. Owen has no choice but to follow, body still quite literally shaking with adrenaline. “And I may have lied about that bit. Only a little, though! Only a little bitty lie. They do a year-round thing too, for kids like you-”

“Criminals, you mean? Juvenile delinquents? Because that’s what I am now- Mom and Dad are going to be so disappointed, I’m not going to be able to finish my education and become a lawyer like they’ve- like I’ve always wanted. Charlie, why the heck did you make me do that?”

“Okay, um- well. First things first, I need to- I need to fucking- to explain some things. What that was, what you killed- Lamia. That wasn’t a human, dude, it's not murder- I promise you're not a murderer. That was a full-ass fucking monster. Monsters are what we call them, by the way-” Charlie is cut off abruptly by Owen, pushing in with his own two cents.

“But Lamia is from Greek mythology, Char! Those things aren’t supposed to exist! And why- no, the question here is how- how did you give me a moldy orange that turned into a literal gun?!” Owen accepts what’s happened, yes, but that doesn’t mean he understands what’s going on. Not by a long shot.

“Okay, stop interrupting, stop interrupting! X will explain everything when we get to camp, until then, you really just need to stick by me. Now that you’ve slain your first monster, your scent is already so much more strong, even I can smell it and with a nose like mine-”

“Scent?” Owen lifts his arms, sniffing his armpits expectantly. “I don’t smell any worse than usual.”

“No, no no no, not that kind of scent, the other one, the one that smells like- like fucking buttered bread or some shit-

(Charlie’s brow is wrinkled up in annoyance- it doesn’t seem like it’s directed at Owen, but instead at the fact that Charlie knows all of these things that he doesn’t. Usually Owen can catch onto a concept really quick, and he supposes it must be really bothersome for Charlie that he’s not exercising that ability to its fullest extent here- but honestly, what does the guy expect him to do? Greek myths and- and the monsters from Greek myths just are. Not. Real. Things like- like whatever’s just occurred- things like aren't real things that happen real to people. That’s not how the world works.)

“Okay, okay, I’ll just lay off until someone better at explaining can tell me what in the world is going on," Owen placates, hands raised up in surrender and the ghost of a grin reappearing on his face, dimples pulling inwards.

Charlie shoots him a glare (albeit not a super angry one, but Owen still instinctively flinches back) and continues to lead him down the hallway, their two sets of steps on cold linoleum the only sound permeating a silence that hangs in the air like molasses slowly dripping down the edges of its barrel. It’s only when Charlie throws open the doors of the school and gestures to a taxicab waiting outside that Owen balks, stopping in his tracks as his eyebrows raise up into his bangs in incredulity.

“We can’t just leave the school in the middle of the day. You know that, right?” Owen asks, a hint of pleading in his voice, a giggle of discomfort breaking his voice in two. His parents, still living back in England, receive daily reports from the aunt he’s currently living with, and if she finds that he’s skipped school, he’s in for the angriest phone call of the month- no, his entire life, even.

“Dude, you don’t really have a leg to- Owen, you honestly just don't have a choice at this point.” Charlie half-laughs the words out, decidedly shaking but still firm in his decision.

“I just- I-” Owen pauses, thinking over his options. He trusts Charlie with his life, that’s simply a fact. That is the only indisputable truth in his life full of uncertainty. And just knowing that, he knows he’s already made the decision. He would follow Charlie to the ends of the earth.

“Fine,” Owen relents, sighing deeply, “Fine, I’ll go with you. But just- What about my parents? My aunt?”

Charlie cringes and scuffs his shoe against the pavement, one foot on linoleum, the other on warm concrete. He’s in between two worlds right now- the thought comes to Owen’s mind, and though he’s never realized it before, he realizes it’s true. There’s something that Charlie’s not telling him, something he’s hiding- not just about this mysterious summer camp, not just about what it actually is, no. Charlie is hiding something about himself.

“You- we’ll notify them that you’re fine. Your dad will understand, he’ll know where you are. And your mom… she’ll probably also be fine. She married your dad after you were born, right?”

Owen affirms Charlie’s statement with a sulking nod of his head.

“Okay, good. We need to hurry the fuck up, though, if we’re going to get back in time for me to check in with X. I would just call the sisters, but I don’t have a drachma- of course I don’t.” Charlie shakes his head and walks forward, gesturing for Owen to follow. He does, but not without another boatload of questions.

“Who’s this ‘X’ guy, by the way? You keep talking about him and I have no idea who he is.” Owen fiddles with his fingers, the worry having seeped out of his chest and into the appendages.

“Camp director,” Charlie answers, pulling open the back door of the taxi and climbing in, handing a wad of cash to the driver. Where did he get that? “You’ll like X, he’s really smart, just like you. He’s also a super good teacher and mentor, you two will get on great.”

Owen nods, and as he slides into the backseat beside Charlie, no idea where they’re headed and no clue if it’s safe, following his best friend into what for all he knows could be oblivion, or death, or sadness. But he follows Charlie, because he always follows Charlie and always will.

Owen trusts him. And that’s the only thing he knows for certain anymore.

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too-many-pockets · 2 months

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Dreykov’s Daughter

(Part one)

Kara Danvers/Zor El x Red room reader

My first post guys :DD Lemme know if you want me to continue or any requests. I’ve never posted anything I’ve written before so I hope you guys enjoy :) I might post some of a book I’m writing as well

“Kara Zor-El.”

Your father spoke. “A client of ours wants her dead. I’m putting you on the job.” You nodded, you were the best widow of your generation and you knew it. Your father knew it. “She’s a kryptonian, an alien from another planet. Our weapons won’t hurt her, so you’re getting new ones.” He slid two daggers and a loaded gun across the desk you were both seated at.

“Is that all?” You asked curiously. “Do you need more?” Dreykov’s tone was condescending and there was nothing you hated more than disappointing him. When you disappointed him you were punished. Harshly. You quickly grabbed the weapons and shoved them in your belt. “No sir. Where will I be stationed?” You asked, wanting to get him out of this mood. “National City, Los Angeles.”

“I know you won’t disappoint me.”

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Kara was smiling as she returned to the DEO having just busted a renowned jewel thief when she ran into her sister. “Alex! Did you hear about that jewel thief I busted?”

“Yeah, great job Kar.” Alex was hovering over a few papers on the desk. Kara walked over.

“What’s that?” She hummed curiously. “Some sort of organization, not a lot of information.” It must have really been a tough case because Alex was doing that thing she always does when she’s stressed.

“Want me to try to check it out?” The blonde offered, “I have some free time.” Alex signed. “I would if there was anything to check out, but we don’t have one possible location! It’s like this place doesn’t even exist!” The kryptonians sister pinched her nose. “Well what’s it called? Maybe Lena knows something.”

“The red room.”

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You had spent weeks training the guard schedule of the DEO so you knew at exactly 4:02 am you would have a three minute window to get inside the heavily guarded building and into a vent to hide until further notice, which is exactly what you did. Currently you were hiding in said vent above a somewhat spacious quiet room that the alien used to communicate with a hologram of her mother, at least as far as you were aware. You blew a strand of h/c hair out of your face. It had been a few hours and you were starting to get clammy. You were used to having to wait during missions, but that doesn’t mean you liked it. You wished Kara would just come in already, you wished you could just get this mission over with so you could go home. Home? The red room wasn’t home, not really. It was all you knew. The only thing you knew, and you wouldn’t let the man who saved you down. Not now, not ever.

After what felt like hours, the blonde kryptonian entered the room, seemingly outraged at something if her storming around was any sign. Your hands curled around the handle of the knife you were provided, posing it in a way that would make it easy to plunge into her pretty little chest. Despite your elation, your face showed not a hint of emotion, just as you were trained to. You noticed Kara begin to yell at the hologram. How pitiful, you thought, to be so controlled by your own emotions. You silently opened the vent and dropped onto her shoulders, covering her mouth.

“Mmh!” She yelled against your hand and grappled to grab your legs. In response, you press the slightly green glowing dagger against her neck.

“Stay quiet, princess.”

You pushed the blade further into her neck, threatening to draw blood. She lifts her hands in surrender and you hesitantly uncover her mouth.

“Who are you?”

She says quietly and as calmly as she can. Climbing off of her shoulders and standing behind her, you answer.

“The last thing you’ll see.”

Suddenly, the blondes sister burst through the door.

“Kara it’s not-“

She stopped at the scene in front of her. You silently thanked yourself for making a mask. You cut Kara just above her collarbone before bolting through the door. Behind you you could hear Alex run to her sister. It wouldn’t be long before the whole DEO was on your ass, and that wouldn’t be good. Your father always said ‘failure is forgivable, to be captured is not.’ You ran straight into the chest of Hank Hanshaw who grabbed your arms and wrenched them behind your back, kicking you onto your stomach. You bite your lip to hold back a scream. No. You cannot fail. You can not fail. He won’t forgive you, your father won’t forgive you. You don’t dare show your fear. That’s rule number one of the red room. Alex quickly appeared and pressed a gun to your head, you heard the safety click off.

“What the fuck did you do to my sister?” She growled. She roughly grabbed your face and held it up so you would meet her eyes. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” You wheezed in response. She kicked your face. Feeling the blood enter your mouth, you spit it on her collar. That was the last thing you remembered before you were knocked out.

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#supergirl #kara danvers #kara zor el #kara x reader #first post

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Yeah in my opinion Phil would still be up for some dapg and podcast and regular joint content and whatnot because he knows that 1) their audience (at least what’s left of it) loves it, 2) HE loves it, 3) Dan loves it. The problem is the usual: Dan wants to do something big and important so he can be taken seriously or whatever, but let’s be real — his attempts so far have led to mixed responses. The book? Wasn’t that great, we can say it now. DD? Still trying to figure out what it was for other than promo for the tour (and the content itself wasn’t good and so 2016). I still can’t believe he decided to ditch the gaming channel and joint content for *gestures vaguely* that. I wish him well and I’ll always root for him, but he really needs someone to give him career advice

i can't believe you're pulling me back with this shit redhgfs i was peacefully existing for weeks not thinking about Dan's failing career ffs. god help me!

RIGHT!!!!! all of what you said! not only career advice but also a reality check, and i mean it in a very nice way. i guess we can agree that he grew out of youtube and doesn't want to do it anymore (partially because of what happened with youtube originals. fuck them). and that's okay. and wanting something bigger, more serious, conceptual, and right for him is also okay. i support that. but every piece of, let's say, work he was trying to do outside youtube turned out to be tied to youtube anyway. and not because he wasn't trying hard enough (well, debatable), but because most of his experience that he is willing to talk about is either already mentioned on the platform or happened because of his youtube career. and also it's the best place to promote whatever he is doing, so he can't escape it unless he hires a marketing team and invests thousands of dollars in a real promo campaign. PHYSICAL as well (non-existent billboards and posters for wad shows will haunt me to death).

the book. i have a question (lots of them, but whatever). have you read it? and if yes, was it interesting from a fan's pov? and god, would i love to know the opinions of people who aren't familiar with Dan and his content. i bought the book in 2021, can't make myself read it because i'm afraid to get annoyed at him repeating himself.

yeah, i also can't believe he is too fucking stubborn to return to what clearly works for us and him with Phil. because it can be a side thing, and he can focus on his stand-up bullshit at the same time. on the other hand, i watched Lilly's interview with Anthony about how her late night show was taking ALL of her time and she couldn't continue to make youtube content. and i thought, maybe Dan is in the same situation. his new projects take everything? but there's a difference! he is not shooting 2-3 episodes per day. and for wad he delegated lots of work to other people. some of them did a shitty job, but that's a different topic. that's why i would pay my own money for dnp to talk about the work processes in detail. that could explain where all these weeks and months go. dd was shot within a few months, partly during the tour. so even that didn't take that much time. and i know there are scripts, and logistics, and rehearsals, and pitches to networks or whatever, and he is probably doing a lot of manager's work himself sometimes. but damn, math is not mathing.

#''I still can’t believe he decided to ditch the gaming channel and joint content for *gestures vaguely* that'' - my favourite sentence #answered #dan #dd #wad #bruhhh

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SOMEONE LIKE ME (CHAP. 17) - A STARGLASS ZODIAC X ZODIAC EXPERIMENT CROSSOVER

i have to present a slideshow for culinary arts in a couple minutes, wish me luck! :DD

previous chapter is here

next chapter is here

masterpost is here

tagging @mythicalmagical-monkeyman @hyperfixation-tangentopia @maiawhimsicalt and @sweet-star-cookie

Ciara wasn't sure how she got in this situation.

The day had started simply enough: Ciara had woken up in her little tent and found no trace of Scorpio or Scutum. So she did the reasonable thing and began wandering around in the wilderness, away from the main area where the Zodiacs resided.

Was this a bad idea? Yes, probably. But she had learned from her mistakes from the previous day and she would watch her back and keep her guard up. Plus, if she got lost, she would find a way back. Somehow.

Thankfully, this time, she didn't get lost and potentially put into danger. Unfortunately, she somehow managed to entangle herself in something far worse.

She ventured into a section that was more densely forested, more humid, much like jungle. She heard voices from a particularly thick section of trees, and pulled back a leaf to observe.

Two figures were standing in a clearing, both seeming to be anthropomorphic birds. One was a toucan with black, white, and orange feathers. She was tiny, balancing a baton on her beak and hopping back and forth. The other was a peacock, with vibrant blue, green, and yellow plumage. He was watching the toucan hop around cheerfully, clapping whenever she did a particularly clever trick.

These constellations Ciara did have in her Astral Plane, though they were on noticably worse terms than these two. Clearly, they were Tucana, the toucan, and Pavo, the peacock. In her world, these two were siblings, and there was a deep-rooted hatred dividing them.

But these ones seemed to be close, as Tucana was now hopping over to Pavo, asking if he'd like a turn with her baton. Pavo denied the request, shaking his head.

Ciara peered closer, searching through the dense foliage for a better look at the duo. Unfortunately for her, the mass amount of plantlife obscured her vision, making it hard to see where she was stepping.

She slipped and tripped on a stray tree root, tumbling through the vegetation. The great Ciara Linh Phuong, slayer of angels and demons and gods, tripped over a tree root and landed on her face.

Not the best time for clumsiness, but what made it all the more embarrassing was that she landed face-first into a pile of mud. The birds turned to look at her, both of them eliciting a startled squawk.

"Who are you?!" Pavo cried, his tail feathers flaring up. "And where did you come from?!"

"Hi!" Tucana shouted excitedly, hopping over to Ciara. "Are you a new friend?"

Ciara grumbled, trying to wipe the mud off her face as best as she could. "Uhhhhhhh..."

"Stay back!" Pavo shrieked, rushing forward, his tail feathers flaring up. "Who are you?!"

"Jeez, calm down!" Ciara shouted, scrambling to a sitting position, holding her hands up in a pacifying motion. "I'm—I'm not a bad guy, I promise!"

The peacock's eyes narrowed. "You are armed. You lie!"

It was then that Ciara noticed that she was, in fact, armed with a sword. It was fortunately still sheathed, as Ciara was sure that Pavo would be sent into a conniption at the sight of the actual blade.

"I didn't come here to hurt you, I swear!" Ciara frantically backed up as Pavo darted towards her. "I was just wandering around and I stumbled upon you guys!"

"And am I just supposed to take your word for that?!" Pavo squawked, backing her up against a tree. "You are a stranger, and I haven't any idea of your intentions! For all we know, you could be associated with—"

"Pavo, stop!" Tucana screeched, stamping her foot indignantly—Ciara was immediately reminded of a petulant toddler. "She's not here to hurt us!"

Pavo paused, looking back and forth between her and Ciara, his movements twitchy and anxious. "And how exactly do we know that?"

"She said so!"

Ciara nodded vigorously. "I'm not here to hurt you, I promise!" She slung her sword off, throwing it onto the dry grass, an act of surrender. "If I wanted to hurt you, I would've done it by now."

Perhaps throwing her sword away wasn't the wisest idea, but she was pretty sure she could overpower these guys easily; they were basically twigs.

Pavo's face wrinkled up, but he scrambled to pick up the sword with his spindly appendages. (Were they hands? Or were they wings? Ciara couldn't tell. Hand-wings, perhaps?)

"Who are you?" He demanded, leering at Ciara.

"I'm a human that somehow managed to find her way here," Ciara said. "Do you guys know Cassie? I met her. I'm not here to hurt anyone. I'm just staying here until I'm able to go back home."

Tucana gasped in delight. "She knows Cassie! That's gotta mean she's friendly!" She hopped towards Ciara, looking up at her. "Do you like dancing?!"

"Uhhhh..." Ciara's brain screeched to a halt.

Her opinion on dancing was neutral. She was decent at it, with enough practice.

However, there was one style of dancing she hated with a burning passion. K-pop. Her younger cousins used to be obsessed with K-pop, and they'd force her to learn the dance moves with them.

So needless to say, dancing wasn't her first choice for a way to spend her free time. But something inside told her that if she told this kid she didn't like dancing that much, she would be very, very disappointed with her.

"Sometimes," Ciara said after a moment, shrugging. "But only when someone teaches me. I'm not good at dancing by myself."

Tucana's eyes lit up. "I can teach you!" She hopped around excitedly. "I can show you how to dance!"

Pavo sighed, but resigned himself to sitting down on the grass and observing Tucana as she attempted to teach Ciara how to dance. He kept Ciara's sword a notable distance away from her.

"So first, what you gotta do is throw your baton up in the air!" Tucana took her tiny baton and flung it up into the air, watching as it completed several arcs before it tumbled back down and landed squarely on her beak. "You can do that, right?"

"Um. Yeah, I think so?" Ciara took the baton Tucana offered her, throwing it up in the air. It spun around several times before colliding with the top of her head. "Ow."

"No, no! You need to do it with feeling!" Tucana shouts, hopping over and picking up the baton. "Again!" She thrust the baton into Ciara's hand again, before hopping away.

"What does that even mean?" Ciara asked, tossing the baton up in the air, managing to barely catch it by its end this time. "To 'do it with feeling'?"

Tucana stopped hopping around, pondering this question, and then shrugged. "I dunno. Phoenix says it all the time though."

"...And who's Phoenix?" Ciara asked. She had a Phoenix in her world—or used to, at least. She didn't like thinking about the former Constellation—not after her sacrifice for the Astral Plane.

"Phoenix is like our leader!" Tucana says enthusiastically, taking back her baton and waving it around. "She takes care of us! And she teaches me how to dance!"

"I heard my name?" A new voice asked, emerging from the shadows. "Pray tell, why are we discussing me behind my back?"

Ciara yelped, instinctively reaching for her sword. Finding that she did not have her sword, she instead jumped into a defensive position.

She came face-to-face with a tall bird woman with crimson and scarlet plumage. Ciara could see remnants of ash clustering together at the edges of her feathers, particularly her hand feathers. Phoenix was the first constellation that showed visible age—at least, the first one that Ciara had seen—as seen by the wrinkles around her eyes.

Another bird, a taller and more slender white bird, followed behind Phoenix. He was wearing a pair of wiry spectacles and was holding a long ribbon wand.

Upon seeing Ciara, Phoenix also jumped into a defensive position. "Who are you?!" She screeched, moving her leg in order to aim a good kick at Ciara. The white bird shouted, moving behind Phoenix for protection.

"A new friend!" Tucana said, hopping in between the two women, unintentionally diffusing some of the tension. "I've been trying to teach her how to dance!"

Phoenix looked at the tiny bird, then at Ciara, then at Tucana again. She huffed, settling into a more relaxed position. The white bird also relaxed slightly.

"Outsiders are...normally not allowed in here," He said quietly, his ribbon wand fluttering in the wind.

"I will make an exception for this girl, Grus," The red bird said, looking towards the white bird. "She seems to be a mortal. And..." She cast a wary eye at the sword in Pavo's grasp. "Unarmed, for the time being."

"You've been teaching her how to dance?" Grus asked. Tucana nodded eagerly. "Is she any good?"

Tucana shook her head with the exact same amount of fervor. "Nope! But we're working on it."

"Hmph." Phoenix observed Ciara with a keen eye. "Perhaps I'll have better luck teaching her, my dear."

"Okay!" Tucana hopped out of Phoenix's way, over to a now sleeping Pavo.

Phoenix fully unfolded her wings. "Well, stranger? Let's see how you fare in the art of dance."

“Oh, no thank you,” Ciara said nervously, looking around. “I should really get going.”

She started to move towards her sword, and Phoenix tutted, stepping in front of her. “You want your weapon back? Dance for it.”

Ciara sighed, taking stock of her situation. She was, essentially, now forced into a dance-off with a very intimidating woman, and there was no way out.

Not the worst situation she could've been in, but also not the best. Ciara dragged a hand over her face.

"Let's go," She said, through her sighs.

check out @sweet-star-cookie's starglass zodiac lore if you liked this!! questions about my lore are greatly appreciated!!

#oc #oc lore #zodiac #zodiacs #zodiac sign #zodiac signs #zodiac lore #zodiac oc #zodiac ocs

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Dual Destinies: Cleared.

So... I feel like I should give some closing remarks here. Alright, how about we do it case-by-case? Only seems fitting!

Case 5-1: What a muddled start... the best way I can describe this is that it plants some interesting seeds that bear some of the story's sweetest fruits in very poor and smelly soil. Any problems you have with DD are going to be the most apparent and frustrating right out the gate and it is NOT shy about showing it's worst traits here. That being said, Ted Tonate is one of my favourite characters. I can't knock the man!

Case 5-2: Tantilising introduction to Simon Blackquill and Bobby Fulbright. Apollo and Athena hit off just fine with enough differences from Nick and Maya's dynamic to get me on-board. Damien and Jinxie Tenma are alright, the former being hilarious and the latter being a good neurodivergent nugget of a character. Still mad they had such good Apollo and Trucy moments from the start only to ditch her.

Case 5-DLC: Best case in the game. Or at least the one with the least blemishes. The Aquarium characters? Great. Athena and Nick's dynamic? Love it. Simon and Bobby? Hilarious. The culprit? One of the best in the series! DePlume's treatment by the writers and Nick's badge are my main grumbles, and I do wish they dug a little more into the latter's doubts about getting his old job back. Furthermore, Apollo suffered.

Case 5-3: Aristotle Means, you are THIS CLOSE to getting detention, mister! Athena and Simon's dynamic, along with the Themis quadro, CARRY this segment. Nick's at his most fun here as a mentor navigating a troubled student. But Means... good god, does he come close to ruining this case. And poor Klavier, he really deserved more than this... at least the parts that are most important get by well enough to earn this case a gold star! We uh, don't talk about Robin Newman's testimony...

Case 5-4: More of a prelude than a full-on case, but man does it push your buttons in the right ways. Athena, Apollo, Simon, and Bobby are all nudged in directions that are so uncomfortable for each character and they are all the better for it. The GYAXA staff range from noble and sympathetic to pompous to the point of unironic enjoyment. And Aura Blackquill. Who scares me. A lot.

Case 5-5: SO CLOSE to being the best of the best! For everything it pays off with aplomb and catharsis, it takes a step or two back with a decision that makes me groan in annoyance. The former does outweigh the latter in most cases, however. The only parts it doesn't are probably Trucy and... the final culprit. I'll talk about them in more detail another time, but in brief: fun and unsettling at first, kind of loses a lot of steam near the end. That last reveal of his took a lot of wind out of my sails and not in a good way.

Overall then? It's a slow-roller with plenty of bumps in the road. Those bumps get less noticable when it gets up and going, and BOY does it go, though they are still present. Thankfully, I don't think they completely ruin the most important bits. It's just frustrating that said issues don't have to exist, but do for stupid reasons only a CAPCOM business executive would gel with.

A major theme of the game is trust, the effects of suspicion run rampant, and how a healthy balance of both are necessary to build strong connections and fight that which threatens to break said trust.

What is faith without doubt? Blind. Foolish. Naive. The reason why the main villain almost got away with it all.

And in the end, while it's so drilled into my head, the ends truly did justify the means.

In any case, I'm ready to hand down my verdict.

I hereby declare Ace Attorney: Dual Destinies...

GUILTY

...but I believe it has a lot more to offer than criticism would let on. There's no reason it can't be seen as one of Ace Attorney's best if given a thoughtful revision.

I'm very glad to know you, strange 3D lawyer game. I'll be here a long while still!

#dual destinies watchthrough

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nightrae13 · 1 year

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Appreciation Post to Kotaro and Arisa’s friendship bc why not?

Maybe here’s a thought.. I love how in the translated novel I’ve read by ramirei (spoilers ahead and beyond for this now for Heart no Shucho lol), what Kotaro said was what Arisa exactly hoped someone would feel. She wanted her message to reach Karen, but even if it seemed it didn’t to Arisa’s mind, Kotaro never hesitated to tell her it reached him, and that was such a gentle and heartfelt scene to me!!

Tbh, I believe Kotaro would still do this for Arisa even without Ken telling him. I mean, it’s such a great AriKen story which I LOVE, but Kotaro always showed no hesitation to help her like how he never hesitated to tell her what she’s hoping for, reaching out to her the moment he saw her crying on the rooftop, and handing her a handkerchief when one of their classmates or herself (I don’t know if it was Karen or those in the earlier chapters) spilled something on her materials and Arisa was panicking.

Those who didn’t read the novel don’t know how Arisa went far to even consider to matchmake Koyuki and Natsuki for Kotaro lol (since she realized Koyuki’s a kind soul and thought Yuu’d be fine with his fangirls XD). I know someone thinks that she’s just indebted to him for doing something only her future bf requested (even if I think many would agree Kotaro is not willing to be bossed by anyone, and he dd it bc he knew it was the right thing to do), but I believe Arisa did everything not just out of debt; she genuinely wanted Kotaro, the only friend she had aside from Karen, and the only one who stood by her on those sad times of her life, be happy.

Paying debt might be a factor at the beginning, but it was genuine friendship nonetheless. Isn’t being determined and genuine in making a person happy and wishing them them the best all throughout your lives considered friendship? Plus, if it was just out of debt, Arisa won’t be the captain of the KotaHina ship like how I believe Haruki co-captains NatsuYuu with Hina (I mean oh boy, Haruki helped Natsuki organized her initial confession lol. His sibling dynamic with Natsuki in the novels are so underrated too).

Tbh, Arisa rocks being KotaHina’s captain lol.

(haven’t read Daikirai yet since I’m still on MochiAka novel 2, but I just knew there’d be a scene like this, and I love it lol)

To conclude this post, I just want to appreciate Kotaro and Arisa’s friendship. I may have never gotten a Kotaro to my Hina, but I deeply appreciate the Kotaros I have in my life to the Arisa in me. Tbh, before Hiyori, Aizo and Yujiro, Arisa and Kotaro showed that male-female friendships could really work without being romantic. Y’all read Heart no Shucho already if you still haven’t. It’s actually my 3rd fav novel next to Sekoi and Yakimochi no Kotae bc I never expected this friendship would be so wholesome and beautiful to read. I know Hina showed kindness to Arisa and so does Ken in his indirect ways, obviously, (I love AriKen!!) but I feel like many had slipped into their minds that if Kotaro was not present and ready to give her a hand on those times, she probably would have given up before Sena’s words could reach her. Kotaro’s mere presence in her life made her not give up, and that made her so dedicated to give a hand in his times of needs as well. Her friendship with Karen led to misunderstandings that wouldn’t be cleared until years later in High School, but she found a friend in Kotaro and that’s worth appreciating. Also, I love how Kotaro showed his chaotic side to Arisa on the latter parts of the novel lol.

It’s also worth noting how right after Hina cried on Koyuki’s departure in middle school, Arisa and Kotaro spent their time together while hoping for a better future. (like, I always love the chapters before the epilogues lol. It’s the same for Sekoi and Yakimochi no Kotae HAHHA)

y’all, thank you for reading if you survived till the end. I just love them and wanted to share my ramblings to why lol.

#Honeyworks #my ramblings #just another haniwa rambling lol #commentary #analysis #appreciation post #Kotaro Enomoto #enomoto kotarou #takamizawa arisa #arisa takamizawa #Kokuhaku Jikkou Iinkai #Confession Executive Committee #heart no shucho #honeyworks novels #kotahina #male and female friendships

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honestly i wanna say 0-44 for the nosy anon thing but if you are not bothered to do that then i request 44, 39, 37, 33, 29, 6 (if you're comfortable answering these ofc!)

I did them all for you, anon!!! Every single question is answered under the cut :DD

0: I think I'm 5'3?

1: never ask a lady her age!!

2: 5 1/2 (UK standard)

3: Nope and I'm not planning to

4: Nope and I never even want to try

5: I do not take any drugs

6: fifteen or sixteen because I've got a very round face 😭

7: nnnnnope!!

8: I do often think about to tattoos I'd like but I never follow through lol - I'd like a dragon somewhere tho :)) a small one

9: nnnnnope!!

10: I keep meaning to get my ears pierced but I forget 😭

11: my online best friend is either @astrowaffles or my friend Eren on discord

12: takennnnnn <3 (yesterday was our one year anniversary, actually :D)

13: that is a secret lol

14: Men 💪

15: my favourite film is probably How To Train Your Dragon (1)!! I know the entire scirpt lol

16: I'll love you if you let me talk about specific fixations - I often fixate in my fanfics or certain characters really badly. If you talk to me about my ramblings, I'm never leaving lol

17: I miss my grandparents

18: this one's a long story but TL:DR I made friends with a very bad person. Best way to put it is I was isolated from others a year before Covid even struck haha. I won't go too into details, since it might be too triggering

19: I have a wickedly sharp sense of humour and I love making morally inappropriate jokes

20: I hate how two-faced I can be, and I hate my ADHD

21: I love that my naturally long and white nails get mistaken for acrylics at first glance

22: I really want to be an author and tell all my stories in every possible medium

23: I have one sister and we've got an amazing relationship :)) we're very close.

24: my dad is great but gets angry very easily. My mum and I used to argue frequently but then we suddenly just stopped and now typically get along

25: just walking and talking somewhere with nice things to look at :))

26: blind optimism. I'll just think you're an idiot

27: short hair, my height, and with a charming Scottish accent

28: short, very skinny, hook nose, black hair with bangs, cut just past the shoulders, and a wide stare

29: ......I wanted them to think I was cool and interesting TT-TT

30: I hate all the independence the teachers expect us to have - I suffer a lot from it

31: "Oh gods that's early 😭😭" - sent to my partner

32: being humiliated or looked down on just makes me feel like shit

33: compliments on my writing or art, usually :))

34: when they're friendly tbh

35: when they're fictional, from anime, and look like women 💪💪 (in seriousness, tho, I always trust a man who has a bright smile or cuddly disposition)

36: in the countryside of either the UK or Japan

37: I don't like my face a lot haha - I typically black it out in photos even when sending them to friends irl

38: an author-actress-artist!! Tripl threat lol

39: Vanilla

40: I wish I was Mu Qing from TGCF icl (I'll carry the trauma just to be super pretty)

41: I wanna be in my bed lol

42: a slice of red velvet cake

43: no one comes to mind lol

44: Charles Darwin married his cousin

#anon my beloved #ask game #this was fun icl lol

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Personally what’s your favourite trolls and least favourite? (Reasons why would also be really appreciated)

Personally I like Elwurd and Lynera the best for reasons that are definitely not related to projection. Least favorite is hard for me to pin down because I've spent so much time thinking about these folks and trying to expand on areas where they're less developed. I guess Vikare because he's pretty one-note. -Jonaya, director/lead writer

my hs og fave trolls have always been the meteor ones bc im tragically unoriginal but i don't have strong preferences for friendsim (wait i forgot i do love chixie) -Sollay, artist

Love me some clowns, I've always had an appreciation for unhinged characters, but my absolute favorites are Chahut and Karako. Least favorite… I dunno, there aren't really any that I dislike in FS? In Homestuck in general I took personal issue with the Zahhaks because this is not how I want Sagittarius to be represented WHY -Hal Elsen, voice actor

I like Elwurd, Daraya, Lanque, Mallek, Tagora, Polypa, and Skylla. I'm gay. Not a huge fan of Zebruh, but damn do I love voicing him, and also not a giant fan of like. Fozzer, idk why. I'm a bad VA so I haven't played the game yet. -CL, voice actor

If we're gonna go with Friendsim- Elwurd, Chixie, and Tyzias all appeal to my typical Character Likes. Chahut also appeals, but I feel Incredibly Conflicted About It because of my stance on purple characters in general also Polypa is my Secret Homegirl Now because I can't help but develop attachments to characters I've voiced X,D Tagora's smug aura mocks me and I don't care for it -Juniper, voice actor

As a cancellable offense i will still admit Zebruh still holds my thoughts on a gorilla grip because his route is absolutely hilarious despite his yikes. But Galekh is my baby boy baby and skylla is the queen i would give everything she ask me to. for fs2. Marsti because how can you not? i mean gestures then dies of gay. -Mikky, artist

specifically referring to their canon appearances and not fs2, our favorite is probably Chahut? She's got a lot going on, we like her design and her relationship with Amisia is very cute And uh - We… Don't really care for any of the ceruleans tbh (Wait, append that: mallek is cool he can stay - The rest of the ceruleans we dont care for)

As for fs2… Control in volume 11 is great we wish we could take credit for her The murder victim in volume 1 always felt kinda flat to us, like they're more of a plot point than an actual troll so they're our least favorite -Lorelei, writer

Favorite - i like mostly any trolls but also… tirona. Shes a lik freak. Least favorite - tirona. She is like scrappy doo of the homestuck universe. I want to throw here baby soft spot head towards a wall -Fable, artist

i'm not well versed in the ~lore~ but i like diemen's character lol no particular reason -Seth, voice actor

Favorites: all the members of Daraya's Punk Band (especially tyzias, no need to explain, I am her canon voice), plus tagora (he's the honorary 5th member) Least favorites: Vikare. He bores me. -Anna, writer/composer

Eridan has always been my personal favorite. I'd say my least favorite would be Karkat--I get he's set to be redeemed but the team did nothing with him except make him whiny and force vriska into leading everyone -Valentine, voice actor

hmm, well for favs theres Ardata, then Daraya and also Chixie or Elwurd. Partial to Chahut and Cirava bc they make me go :DD Least faves: Tirona and Zebede, just not my type of characters :/ -DDP, artist

amisia because he's pretty chill -The Dandy Man, voice actor

My favourites are xefros (because he's a good boy doing his very best) and cirava (because they're a fucking gremlin) -Alex, voice actor

hmmm we wanna say favorite hiveswap troll are either folykl or mallek, but really it's more of a rotating cast and whoever we thought about last is our fave. least favorite has to be zebede on the basis that we forgot he even existed. -Breeoche, artist

I will have to say Marvus is certainly my favorite ! I love his design but also his whole presence and attitude in his volume.

A least fav is harder because there is a number of trolls I don't "like" but they are such good characters that I still enjoy them a lot ! So I'll have to go with zebruh even if he is very entertaining as a bad guy xD -Herk, artist

Chiming in to say chixie is probably my favorite troll cause her struggles are relatable. Second place goes to Marvus cause he's pretty chill all things considered.

Least favorite is zebruh for because he's like THAT -Rainy, composer

Marvus! And I don’t have a least favorite cause I only really know the purple bloods and THEY ARE MY DARLINGS ALL OF them -Miranda, writer

I think Wanshi and Nepeta are my favorites for Cat Reasons, but also because I was a strange little catgirl before I was a boy and I appreciates them a lot. Zebruh seems like the obvious choice to dislike, but Ardata legit scares me and I am unsettled by ticks and leeches -Bucky, writer

I think this will be stupidly obvious but my favourite trolls are Terezi Stelsa and Tirona, basically just the ones I usually voice haha Terezi because I voice her and basically am her at this point honestly, and the other two are silly and dramatic and I love voicing them I also love Nepeta, Karkat, Aradia, and Tyzias Gamzee is my least favourite ever I hate him -Tex, voice actor

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Okay, okay, hear me out. Hanako-kun x reader. Reader is really cute and Hanako-kun instantly loves her. She has insomnia tho, so she came to him to ask for help. Since he’s not great with super magical things and he’s more old fashioned than that (you all remember the love book) so he just helps how he can. Eventually, the two try cuddling and it works so well that the reader actually asks to be his helper in exchange for him regularly cuddling her to sleep. If this is too specific or you don’t do single character requests then you can ignore this, but I haven’t seen it yet and I connect to this on a spiritual level (if I met him, I would scrub a hundred toilets for him grant my wish of cuddling me to sleep). Thanks!

a/n: ahh , hello ??!! this has been sitting in my inbox for months , so i’m sure the sender has forgotten about it by now - still , i’m sorry to disappoint with this late response !! as well as disappointing with the lack of content overall ,,, very sorry !! it made me sad that i had to check my old fics to remember what i’d put after the a/n ^^;

Let me add , please !! I’m still going to be on hiatus , and I’m not sure how many fics I’ll be able to get done ,,,, still , I hope , even if I just get this one out , that you guys are happy with it :DD !!

warnings: none :D !!

word count: 1,153

Knock, knock, knock.

“Hanako-san, Hanako-san. Are you there?”

You sighed, your hands clasped together. You knew, surely, Hanako would answer- but, to make a wish, you felt obligated to preform the sort-of ritual. Maybe it could get you on his good side, instead of simply barging in, and demanding that you knew Yashiro wasn’t simply going crazy.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, as a vaguely eerie “Yep!! Right over here,” was stated, practically right in your ear.

Despite expecting some sort of trick, you yelped a bit, jumping to the side. Nervously, you glanced the ghost boy up and down. You’d never gotten this close of a look at him. “I, uhm… I have a wish I need granted!”

“Expected!! Isn’t that the point of summoning me? But, hey, why not get on a name basis? Going right into the ‘grant my wishes, for a priceeee’ is kinda rude.”

You sighed a bit, then nodded. “(Y/N) (L/N). Student, clearly, at Kamome Gakuen.”

“Right! Number 7, Hanako-san of the toilet!”

“Clearly,” You stated once again, raising your eyebrows a bit. “Either way, nice to meet you, Hanako-san.”

“Hanako-kun is fine,” He added on, reaching to shake your hand. You did the same, giving his hand a firm, yet slightly nervous, shake.

Hanako raised his eyebrows, noting how your hand didn’t phase through his.

“Exorcist-ish. Blood of an exorcist, I should say.”

“Hm… figures! You’re clearly not a Minamoto, right?”

“I gave you my last name,” You sighed, pulling your hand back.

“Ohh, right, right!! Well, I’ve gotta say, you’re the prettiest exorcist I’ve seen,” He grinned, placing his hands on his hips. “In that case, maybe you know the drill! What’s your wish?”

You ignored the way your face tinted a slight pink due to the compliment, and quickly brought yourself back to the reason you were here in the first place. “I wish for help with my insomnia.”

“Insomnia, huh… uhhhh, let’s see,” He muttered, floating over to a cabinet. He threw it open, rummaging a bit, before pulling out a book. “Insomniaaaa,” He continued muttering, flipping through the pages.

“A… book?”

“A book!”

“Huh? Where’s your magic? You’re a wish-granting ghost, aren’t you?”

Hanako glanced up at you, then up at the roof, a slight smile on his face. “Uhhm, well… yes! Magic doesn’t grow on trees though! So, practicality is best!!”

“Practicality,” It was your turn to mutter, crossing your arms a bit. “I’m pretty sure I’ve tried every trick in the book. Kind of the point of summoning a ghost.”

“If you’re an exorcist, we could have just talked,” “If you’re the same ‘Hanako-kun’,” You mimicked Yashiro’s voice lightheartedly, copying the annoyed tone you always heard, “I hear Yashiro talking to after school, I feel like your ‘old-fashioned’ ways would be unbeatable.”

Hanako simply laughed at that, placing a finger on a spot in the book.

“Ding-ding! We have a winner!” He shouted, tossing his other hand up in the air in a celebratory pose. “Warm milk?”

“Tried, failed.”

“Chamomile tea?”

“Tried, failed.”

“Steady sleep schedule?”

“Tried, failed.”

“Exercise! Nutrition! Reeeeelaxation!”

“I’ve told you, Hanako,” You sighed, sitting on the window seat next to him. “I’ve tried everything I can think of.”

“Everything?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Everything.”

He thought for a moment, swinging his legs as he did so. “We could always cuddle? A nice warm hug to lure you to sleep!!”

You made a face, shoving him lightly. “You aren’t warm in the first place, Hanako.”

“But I can give a good hug, c’mon! Hugs are practically therapeutic. You look like you could use a good cuddle!”

You sighed, glancing down at your feet. After thinking for a moment, you looked back up at him. Meeting his curious gaze, you quickly looked back in front of yourself. “Are you being serious? Do you really think it might help?” You questioned.

“I think so, yeah. I mean, does it really hurt to try?”

“I guess not…” You stated, hearing the dismissal bell ring, the last class of the day finally over. “I’ll be back later, then. Taking your word for it, Hanako.”

The boy grinned, giving you a thumbs up.

---

Hours passed before you returned to the school, a sleeping bag tucked under your arm carefully.

“Welcome back, (Y/N)!” Hanako cheered, his voice slightly jarring greeting you so loudly, so late at night.

“Thanks,” You responded, smiling a bit despite being lightly startled. You then nodded your head at the door, turning to leave.

“Huh? Where are you going?” Hanako questioned, floating up behind you.

“I’m not sleeping on the bathroom floor, idiot. The library seems better… more sanitary, I guess.”

Hanako nodded, letting out a small “ohhh,” of realization. As they arrived at the library, you set your sleeping bag on the floor, and hesitantly crawled into it. Hanako paused for a moment, before making his way under the covers as well. You were glad to have had a large sleeping bag, you decided, laying on your side facing away from the ghost boy. Still, you couldn’t deny that it was comforting to have someone laying next to you. After a moment, you felt an arm wrap around you lightly, your face warming up slightly.

“Goodnight, (Y/N)! Sleep tight!” Hanako said, a smile laced in his tone.

“Goodnight, Hanako-kun…” You responded, closing your eyes. Before you knew it, the feeling of a body next to you, though he was slightly cold, unbreathing, no beating heart… something about it comforted you, bringing a slight smile to your face as you drifted to sleep.

---

“(Y/NNNN),” You heard a voice say, a hand gently shaking your shoulder. “(Y/NNNNN),” It continued, as you slowly opened your eyes.

“I’m awake,” You muttered, sitting up. As your eyes focused, you spotted the ghost, who you now were beginning to deem a friend. “Thanks,” You added, stretching a bit and standing up.

“No problem! I didn’t want you sleeping here when people would start arriving, haha!!”

“Oh, yeah… I mean, thanks for that, but thanks for uhh… y’know, helping.”

Hanako grinned at you, throwing up a peace sign. “No problem for that either! Your wish is my command!!”

You smiled back, grabbing your sleeping bag. As you did so, a question- no, more like a proposal- crossed your mind. “Uh… Hanako-kun, I was wondering…”

He tilted his head a bit, silently urging you to continue.

“Well, if you… well, I was thinking, if you’d continue cuddling me to sleep, I’ll pay you back by helping you clean and whatnot. Since… honestly, I don’t think I’ve slept that good ever.”

“Ohhh, hmm…!! For you, (Y/N), I’ll take you up on that offer! Sounds like a deal,” He smiled, reaching to shake your hand once more. A smile on your face, and a well-rested feeling in your body, you took his hand, giving it a friendly shake.

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