#but i feel really earnestly that she wants the best for her kids

[irndad]

double vision in a rose blush -s.r.

a/n: first fic in like a year and my first spencer fic! please let me know what you think!

summary: she is the best part of his days, his life, these days, really. the only problem is she never touches him. s/o to @bitesizedgremlin for writing the most adorable touch starved spence fic that got me 🥰

wc: 1.6k

He loves looking at her. 

It feels hedonistic, like drinking a too-expensive wine. Looking at her brings a warmth that spreads all throughout him, like threaded gold embedded in her movements. It’s a lovely kind of ache, how she can bring the most open, the most raw parts of him to the surface. She is captivating, the way she laughs, the way she moves, the slightest intonation of affection she offers him in her tone. 

Tonight, she sits across from him at the team’s favorite bar. She’s wearing a deep emerald green top, the kind of thing that makes her look like something out of a dream. 

It’s not like it shows how much he likes her. He hopes it doesn’t. 

Sure, people tease them. She’s a consultant with their teams, one with a desk right next to his one. He initially thought he’d hate the company, but even on their first meeting, she was relentlessly kind. She had sat next to him, wearing a beautiful periwinkle sweater, and somehow he was talking for far too long about how the original blue pigments were sometimes made from toxic materials and how much modern effort it took to make a sweater that color.

He’d felt a familiar humiliation, the knowledge that a beautiful woman had sat down next to him and offered him kindness, and he’d met her with his own personal brand of anti-charisma.

But she hadn’t interrupted him. In fact, she granted him maybe the most welcoming, kind smile that he’s ever seen in his life.

And she’d asked more about the pigment. 

Spencer- he’d never known the kind of affection she offers so freely. It almost reminds him of Penelope- how open she is, how kind. Objectively, he knows she likes him at least a little bit. He’s a profiler, and he can tell at least that much. 

The hitch is, he’s the only one she doesn’t touch. 

Morgan gets shoulder brushes. Penelope hugs, and he even remembers her once giving Rossi a warm squeeze of her hand. But not him. Even now, she sits across from him after having held Morgan in a long hug of greeting. 

He looks up at her, her pretty fingers wrapped around the stem of a wine glass. She moves with such grace, no matter what the action. The way she tops her head back, how a lovely grin spreads across her face. He’d give anything not to be her exception. To be one of the people she touches. 

“What you thinking there, wonder kid?” She says, and somehow her voice carries across the crowded bar. He thinks he could pick her voice out anywhere.

“Nothing really,” he says back. He never likes the way his voice sounds around her. He wants to be confident, smooth, like Morgan. She leaves him too weak for it. “How are you feeling?”

“I am wondrous, Spencer.” She’s leaning into his space. Her tone is just a little shaky, influenced by the alcohol. He’s near enough to smell the lily-scented perfume she wears, and it’s everything in him not to bury his face in the crook of her neck. He’d gotten it for her for Christmas. 

He remembers her reaction to it, unwrapping the bow and wrapping he’d sent an hour trying to make perfect. It was one of the few times she touched him, however brief- a squeeze of his hand and that earnestly grateful look- the image kept him warm all year. She’d worn it to work more often than not. It brought him a shameful sense of satisfaction. 

She carries me with her. She has a piece of me with her wherever she goes. 

I want to be touched by you, he thinks, I want to be the one doing the touching. What is it about him? He knows his limbs are a little spindle-y, and he’s not exactly experienced in most forms of physical expression. But he could be, if he was given the chance. If it was with her. It’s not something he could say, though.

“You look lovely,” he says, unprompted. “I love that shirt on you.”

She flushes, and almost, almost, touches his knee in thanks. He preens at the praise, even though it’s not verbal. She’s just so beautiful. It’s always been about more than beauty for him, the mind behind the doe eyes and sweet smile. 

Still, it’s hard to deny how much of an effect she has on him- how she can glance at him with that honey sweet look, how the red on her lips has him wondering what it would taste like. If there could ever be anything better. Without thinking, he grabs one of her hands; it looks just so pretty in his own. He runs his thumb over her knuckles. It’s like electricity, passing through them. 

There has to be something he’s done. There has to be, if she touches everyone but him. He always notices, but tonight, with liquor and courage in his chest, he wants to ask. If he knows, if there’s something- maybe he can fix it. Maybe then she’ll put her pretty hands on him just like this. Touch him in any way she wants.

It wouldn’t be close to what he wants. But it would be something. 

“Hey,” his voice comes out uneven and shaky, but his eyes are locked on hers, “I-I’m sorry if I’ve done something.”

Her face blooms into an adorably confused expression. 

“I-,” His stutter jumps out but he’s still holding her hand, and it’s so soft and his stomach just won’t stop that flipping feeling and he just cannot let go, “I know you like to touch people. I don’t know if I-I’ve done something, but you- you never touch me.”

Suddenly, the bar feels a good bit quieter, and her eyes feel like they can see right through him. Her hands are the only thing tethering him here. 

“I don’t touch you?”

“Touch is actually one of the most well-regarded indicators of closeness and geniality in personal relationship.” 

“Spencer-“

“It stands to reason that if you touch everyone but me, there should be a reason and it’s like something that I would have done to offend you.”

“Hey-“

“I just want you to like me.”

Her face, the most beautiful face he’d ever seen- softens into a delicate expression of fondness. 

“Spence,” and god, doesn’t that sound lovely, “I thought you didn’t like touching.”

He pouts without thinking, and all thoughts leave his mind when her other hand reaches out to hold his face, her fingers on the junction of his chin and neck, stroking the side of his cheek.

The truth of it is he thinks of her hands on him in every way. Pictures hands laced together, her graceful fingers running through his hair as they lay on his couch. 

He’s imagined kissing her way too many times.

“Not with you. You’re different.”

He’s too honest. But it’s overwhelming. Her hand in his, the other brushing delicately over his face. He leans into it, a little too eager, but the sensation of it is just too much not to. 

“Remember the second day of me being with the team? You told Garcia she’s the only one allowed to touch you?”

“I think so?”

“Well, I like to repeat your boundaries.”

“I like you to touch me.”

She tips her head back, laughing, and she looks ethereal, the kind of smile gracing her face that’d have you believe everything you’ve every worried about in your god-forsaken life was worth it to witness this. 

“I’d like to touch you too, Reid.”

“You can call me Spencer,” he says, realizing how close they are. Lilies. He’s overplaying his hand. He’s a friend at work, he wants to remind himself. He’s the guy who bought her perfume and hands her files and gets her coffee and that does not mean the same thing as a partner. He’s not even the kind of person someone like her would want.

It’s just hard to remember that. 

“Spencer,” she says, more tender than anyone else had ever been with him., “I could be reading this wrong, but-“

It’s actually a small distance, kissing her. If she’d been more than a few inches from his face then he wouldn’t have done it. But she was so close, and she smiles into him, open and warm and his arms are around her waist, hers cradling his face, and it’s more touch than he knows what to do with, far less than anything he’d be willing to give up. 

It lasts a languid second and then ends too soon, her gorgeous eyes meeting his own, her basically in his lap. He knows that this is basically a bar-kiss between two coworkers, and that it is unlikely to be anything but that, but he kind of needs it to not be. Needs it to be more. 

“I don’t-I don’t know if you wanted to do that or if you want me to stop, but I really, really like you, and I know we work together and you might not like me back, I mean, probably not, right? But-“

“Spencer.” Her soft fingers are still brushing against his face, and he can’t help but be grateful for it. “I’m free tomorrow night.”

He’s not usually good at deciphering social cues that don’t relate to serial killers, but this one- it seems intentional. Her hands move from his cheek (and he winces, visibly) before wrapping both arms around his neck. It’s awfully romantic to be anything else. 

“Do you want to be my plans?” 

“Yes.”

#spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x fem!reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n

[bzjohndory]

BEGGING YOU TO TALK ABOUT DINER AU VELVET AND VENEER..............

AUSFSHHHHH

Okay theyre pretty well off but i don’t see them as well liked or popular at least in their school life

I have them set as teenagers so perhaps around the 8th-10th grade? Not quite sure!

I think they’re quite infamous in school for having tone deaf singing >-|o mocked for it, not quite bullied but enough to do numbers for their self esteem

One of the earliest concepts for them is that they’re very bad students like. Academically. Velvet has a bit of a temper to protect her and her brother but rarely goes too far and veneer is well behaved albeit it only helps him get away with stunts he does pull. But they came into contact with Floyd back when Floyd was still in college and offering to tutor students, Floyd would have them come by to the diner to help them study which usually ended with Velvet usually being frustrated and Veneer understanding the concept more thanks to someone’s guidance

Again… AU is very comfort focus.. if u dislike how i portray their characteristics in a lighthearted manner mbad but it is the whole point of brozone diner >-|o

Velvet and Veneer have very rich but id say absent parents. Not to say they weren’t cared for or unloved not in the slightest they were given the best opportunity to succeed thanks to their parents, but it left them feeling neglected when it came to emotional validation when their parents were busy working. They had each other with came to be enough for younger brother Veneer who had nothing but his older sister but not enough for Velvet who desperately wanted to prove herself to genuinely shine and grab the attention of everyone so she wouldn’t have to be considered a nobody with no talent

Unfortunately stealing troll talent is not a thing, and already being bad at school and finding out your tutor is a talented secret emo rock soloist is a bit detrimental to someone who already feels like a jab to ur gut

I imagine that while veneer grew a bit attached to floyd as floyd was a much more stable and affirming figure in his life, velvet couldn’t open her self up to floyd cause not only did floyd have everything velvet want in terms of talent but there wasnt a day that went by that velvet didnt wish to just magically be on par with singing as Floyd

Velvet probably had an outburst of being jealous over Floyd but Floyd offered to give her and her brother singing and voice training lessons, Floyd doesnt really serve as a talent reserve in bzdiner unlike the movie but instead takes on a nurturing stance with the two siblings as he’s helps them improve. So no! Velvet and veneer do not go to jail but they frequent the diner often and esp show up every karaoke night. Veneer is still close to floyd and velvet while more willing to open herself up, simply just has appreciation for floyd for helping her even if she can still be pushy

Plus they’re filthy rich, they tip enormous amounts cause they’re aware they have money but not wholly conscious of the value a 100$ tip is to a waiter

I still think they could grow to become pop stars, just in this AU a bit more earnestly! They’re not like the most pleasant to be around they’re still definitely annoying they’re kids after all but at the end of the day they kind of just come off as naive wannabe stars who don’t know their place in the world outside of the limelight, quite pleased to have Floyd as a stable figure for them

I dont really imagine floyd as a super gentle guy but he is better at handling children, makes sure to reassure and serve comfort to them, and if they’re being brats he’ll let them know in his own snarky behavior

But i have a big soft spot for velvet i imagine that velvet is a bit closer to john dory than she is to floyd becasue john dory can connect to her better to feeling worth nothing when you havent proved yourself yet

But tldr:

Velvet and Veneer have no talent no friends no smarts but instead of leaching off a troll floyd helps them practice their voices, gives them advice on how to he a good friend and helps them study

They’re still bettering themselves with fkoyd just. A nuch more lighthearted take on their dynamic!

#brozone diner asks

[upsidedog]

max mayfield is 7 years old, like kelly green and annie johnson, who are her best friends. she isn’t their’s, she knows this. like she knows kelly will live in a mansion, become a princess and drive a lamborghini with her twelve kids and husband, tom simon, her seat partner. kelly’s happy, obviously, she cheated, she always cheats at m.a.s.h, but max is happy for kelly anyway, she tells her. max is marrying annie’s dad, the other girls gag at the idea, she makes a joke about marrying rich “like grandma said my mom should’ve!” max laughs too loud, no response from the girls. “i’m glad she didn’t though cuz i love my dad…” she specifies. this embarrassment doesn’t stop her from squealing at her own barf joke later on, she repeats it in case kelly and ann didn’t hear. “she’s so annoying, do we have to keep hanging out with her? your guy’s moms aren’t even friends anymore.” kelly pleads after recess, max knows they know she can hear them.

max mayfield is 9 years old, she and billy hargrove recently became siblings, legally at least, billy would not call them that, max doesn’t care. and not in the way that she’s feigning chillness to seem on top of things, but in the way that she knows if she plays her cards right she can prove herself as someone worth calling a sister. “that jacket makes you look like a dyke.” billy says, he and his friends pool into the backyard. a month ago she’d ask if she could play with them, but she’s smarter now, she’s no longer a pussy, she’s a dyke, its change, it’s progress, she can work with it. “yeah, even more than usual.” one of the friends adds, everybody laughs. max remains focused on tightening the bolts of her skateboard and uses her free hand to flip the boys off. mentally she prays this is what playful sibling fighting looks like and not an action that will get her deck ripped away from her and broken against the concrete. it’s fine, the boys mock and jeer but don’t say anything she hasn’t heard before. another friend asks if she rides her skateboard or just pretends to be it’s mom. this is in reference to the time she convinced herself the boys were interested in knowing her and earnestly spoke about the mechanics of her skateboard, being too passionate, speaking too much, smiling too wide. all things she has since learned the right amount of is none. “i don’t know.” she gets up. “do you have a life or are you such a dweeb the only time you feel the need to get off your ass is to annoy a little girl with real hobbies?” when she walks off she hears the other boys gang up on him, he’s the new fool, all the other boys were just guilty of the same thing, but whatever. she thinks maybe if she maintains this for a little longer they can return back to the sibling conversation. they don’t even have to call it that, they could just do the part where they’re nice to each other sometimes.

max mayfield is 11 years old. jenny chen is a teenager, fifteen, from san francisco, short black hair, dresses like she’s on the cover of thrasher, first girl max has ever seen at the skate park who isn’t just there to watch. max wants to be her friend so bad it makes her stomach turn. until it happens. “i never see other girls who skate! it’s so cool to meet you, i’m jenny!” max knows. she ignores jenny’s invitation to fist bump. “do you really skate? or are you just someone’s girlfriend?” max knows the answer to the question, but she also knows the ending to this story. jenny pulls her hand back like max hit it. “yeah i skate, but i’m sure the boys here wish.” her laugh is refreshing, max didn’t know that was a thing laughs could be, it was so cool and light and confident, like it reset something in her. max wonders how someone can be so cool without any hit of cruelty, when max tells jenny she has to do a trick to prove it she shrugs and agrees like it wasn’t something said with the intention of upsetting her. jenny does an ollie off on the half pipe and asks if she can see any of max’s tricks. it makes max more upset that there’s no malice in this request, the audacity to show genuine interest in her. max is usually too mean but to jenny she cannot be mean enough. and typically she cannot do an ollie off a half pipe. today is no different. she falls and wakes up in the hospital. billy hands her flowers, rolls his eyes, then goes to wait in the car. max’s mom lets jenny apologize. it’s a real genuine apology, even though she has nothing to be sorry for it still feels good and different. max tells jenny to leave and never sees her at the park again.

max mayfield is 13 years old, she wonders if the group of boys yelling over dig dug are too. her initial annoyance with their hogging of her favorite game has melted into an admiration.. that’s too bold, curiosity, maybe. there’s arguments every other minute but between those there’s “oh wait! oh shit! lucas you genius! you genius!” whoever’s praising “lucas” gets so excited his friend progressed in the game the other boys have to pull him away. when the little one says he can’t see, no one mocks his size, instead the group instinctively makes room for their friend. and they’re all being too loud, too passionate, definitely taking the game too seriously. max wonders what it would be like to have something like that. she wonders how long they have all been friends for. do you have one chance for something like their’s as a child and then never again? has she missed her opportunity? could she even exist in an environment like that or would her cruelness be so sharp it’d cut through any moments tenderness? if she just walked up and asked to join what they’d say? answers for another day. maybe never. probably never.

max mayfield is 15 years old and mike wheeler’s basement is her favorite place in the whole wide world. which is why it’s the ideal location for her birthday party. sure billy is dead and el and will are moving next week, but ignore that, because yes will and el are moving away which is sad because they’re two of her best friends, but they’re two of her best friends, and she’s there’s. el is sitting on the floor with max making stupid jokes and max is clutching a pillow to her stomach, laughing like she’s alone, too much, too loud, dustin joins in and is even worse, she loves it. lucas interrupts, nudging her back with his foot. “this is the part you like.” he mouths, big, stupid, earnest, adorable smile on his face, so proud to remember. she’s proud of him too, swooned might be the better word, if she’s being honest. she likes him so much she wants to shrink herself into something small and accessible for him, but the worst part is that isn’t even what he wants from her. as much as max is trained to see the worst in others, lucas is real and warm and never says anything he doesn’t mean and he says he likes her. “thanks.” is all she can get out, trying not unravel from the affection. her last straw is mike and will marching down the basement stairs singing happy birthday. she’s clenching her teeth, mentally “don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry”-ing. she’s crying. it didn’t work, she’s crying. they’re doing this nice thing and she’s going to ruin the moment because she’s crying, they’re the best friends she’s ever had and she’s crying, they’re the only friends she’s ever had and she’s crying and they’re hugging her and laughing and she’s laughing and oh god, it’s good, she’s crying because she’s loved.

#stranger things #max mayfield #lumax #elmax #madwheeler #madcleric #idk any of the other pairing names (the 1s u’d think are platonic r platonic btw) #byler #<- idgaf them bringing that cake down the stairs was romantic #sorry for the longness and the me clearly not being a writerness i need a way to write fanfiction without writing fanfiction #tw d slur #cw d slur

[fantasy-mixtapes]

Fabian Aramais Seacaster S3 Playlist: side a

Here he is! God's favorite popular kid!! Song descriptions down below, spoilers for fantasy high junior year ep. 1-10

Genres include: dance/electronic, alternative, rnb, pop-punk

1. Stop, Justice

So many times we rise and fall After a while it's coming all together Together So many times we rise and fall Wondering if we'll find it all together Together Remember all the nights and days we spent together Together It's so easy to forget how to surrender But nothing's ever stopped Music and lights, rhythm and melodies Take us to the top

Is this about how Fabians friendships and newfound love of dance helped him become a happier better person? yes.

Is it also about how often Fabian fell during the Night Yorb battle? also yes.

2. Social Climb, I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Oh, come break some hearts now Tear them out File in for amusements with the crowd Oh, but be advised Participation is required Doin' things not typically allowed Feels like we're having a good time It's true, a wonderfully good time when I'm with you

Fabian Seacaster, The Most Popular Guy in School, Maximum Legend, making my skin crawl blowing off Mazey's twister game to hang out with Ivy THATS NOT YOUR HEARTTTTTT, THATS NOT WHO YOU AREEEEEE. AND I KNOW he was doing it for the mystery but oh my GOD he was too good at playing that part

3. Call It What You Want, Foster the People

You've taken your words And you take your judgments And stick 'em onto everything If it don't conform to what you were born into Then you run the other way You say, "Now what's your style? And who do you listen to?" Who cares? Well, the rat race ladder climbin' fake fake smiles Got nothing on me, yeah, yeah

Ok, so this is a little unorthodox for me because I usually only put songs from the characters' perspectives on their respective playlists, but I can't get this scene out of my head. In my mind, this is Mazey's perspective from the chunk of that first downtime when Fabian invites her and everyone else in dance class to Seacaster Manor, and Fabian starts to really come out of his shell.

Think of it like a slow-burn montage of the two dancing (literally dancing) around their potential feelings for one another. The song has a really nice groove to it, and it matches up with Mazey's cool and earnest personality.

4. Stronger Than Ever, Raleigh Ritchie

Hate me when I'm gone I'll make it worth your while when I'm successful But, when I'm here I need your kindness 'Cause the climb is always stressful I'll leave my peace in pieces all around The decent people back at home 'Cause I'm a big boy, an adult now or nearly If I pull the wool back from my eyes I can see clearly The world is at my feet and I am standing on the ceiling,

Alone in that big house, trying to be the best at everything, pushing himself harder and harder. The song is so perfect it speaks for itself

5. Thing Called Love, Kevin Ross

Don't know why you love me so much, oh When I can't say I deserve us Like a rocket's failure to launch I just let it self-destruct And it's not right (No) And it hurts twice when it's good-intentioned But that's life (Right?) Or is it my pride that wouldn't listen

Ok these last two are just directly in reaction to episode ten scenes so be warned.THE SCENE WITH FABIAN AND MAZEY IN THE KITCHEN??? Talk about the right person and wrong time and god; it rips my heart out. Like how he earnestly talked about how worried he was for her safety. THE WAY SHE JUST SAYS SHE HAS A CRUSH ON HIM. THE WAY LOU REACTED????? shoot me dead

6. Pieces, Sum 41

I tried to be perfect But nothing was worth it I don't believe it makes me real I thought it'd be easy But no one believes me I meant all the things I said ... This place is so empty My thoughts are so tempting I don't know how it got so bad Sometimes it's so crazy That nothing can save me But it's the only thing I have

"breaker breaker, Fabian Seacaster looking for his papa Bill Seacaster."

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #d20 #d20 fhsy #spotify #fantasy mixtapes #fabian aramais seacaster #fabian seacaster #lou wilson #fhjy spoilers #d20 spoilers #Spotify

[innytoes]

My roommate is sick and all they could talk about was how much they miss that one soup you always made them so I drove four hours to come and get some + OT3 of your choosing

When Ray opened the door at 11PM on a Thursday night, he was a little surprised.

"Hi, Mister Molina?" the young man said, fidgeting his fingers together. "We spoke on the phone?"

Because yes, he had spoken with Julie's boyfriend on the phone. It was just that he was pretty sure Julie's boyfriend was Luke. He had been since they got together in high school. She'd been so excited to join Luke to get her music degree at the same top-notch university. (And yes, they had a long conversation about picking the best university for her, not just the one her boyfriend was at.)

But this young man was not Luke. He'd thought he sounded different on the phone, and strangely formal, but he thought it was just because they hadn't spoken as much since Luke went away to school.

His poor little nena, first she broke up with her high school sweetheart and now she had the flu? Why hadn't she told them about Luke? Was she worried they'd be disappointed?

"Yes, of course, come in," he said, waving the boy inside. He had messy hair, ripped jeans and a leather jacket, but Ray knew that looks didn't say anything. Any boy who was willing to drive four hours just to pick up soup for his sick girlfriend had to be a good egg.

"The soup is just about done, Rose was just letting it simmer until you got here," he explained as he lead him to the kitchen. The way the young man was trying to subtly sniff the air was rather endearing. "Would you like to try some?"

"Oh, I couldn't," the boy said, but he looked longingly at the big pot simmering on the stove. "It's Julie's soup."

"There's more than enough," Rose said, already grabbing a bowl and ladling some soup into it. If she was surprised at this Not Luke Boyfriend, she didn't show it. Behind the boy's back, he made a confused shrugging motion at his wife, and she just quirked an eyebrow at him. I don't know what's going on either, it said.

"Oh, well, if it's no trouble," the young man said, all but collapsing into one of the stools at the kitchen island. Rose handed him the bowl and a spoon, and when he took a deep whiff, his eyes fell closed in what appeared to be bliss. When he took a bite, he actually whimpered a little. When was the last time this poor kid had some homemade food? Ray remembered his own college years, and if he were to guess, that boy lived off ramen and grilled cheeses.

"This is really good, Mrs Molina," the boy said earnestly in between big bites. "No wonder Julie was craving it. This would make anyone feel better."

"How is she?" Rose asked.

"She was feeling pretty crummy when I left," the boy said. "But her fever was down and she was craving food again, so that's a good sign." He looked up, concerned. "I didn't just leave her alone! Luke's with her, and Alex and Willie are on standby to drive them to the emergency room if either of their fevers spike."

So Luke was still with her? Was the break-up amicable?

"I just felt so bad, I mean, I was the one who got sick first, and then I gave it to Luke, and Luke gave it to Julie, and they were both so miserable, and when she said she wanted her Mami's special soup I just thought, if that would make her feel better..." He trailed off when he realised he was rambling, flushing.

"You were sick too?" Rose asked, concerned. "You poor thing."

"I'm fine now," the boy reassured her, even though on closer inspection, he did still look kind of exhausted. He had dark circles under his eyes, and the way he was slumped over the bowl of soup told Ray he wasn't exactly fit as a fiddle yet. Maybe the soup would help, though. "And I can be out of your hair as soon as we pack the soup up. I'm so sorry to spring this on you."

"Anything for our Julie," Ray said, and the boy whirled around, eyes wide, like he'd forgotten Ray was there. Yeah, definitely not one hundred per cent yet. "You look tired, though. Are you sure you're okay to drive all the way back?"

"Yeah, totally," the boy said, before knocking back the last of the soup, holding the bowl up to his face to get it all. "I don't want to be a bother."

"You're not," Rose insisted. "And Ray's right, you look tired. If you just got over the flu yourself, you shouldn't be driving eight hours straight. Why don't you go take a nap for a few hours?"

"But Julie..."

"Won't want to be woken up at three in the morning anyway," Rose pointed out. The boy's face turned into a thoughtful pout. "Just sleep for a few hours, and you can get up bright and early tomorrow and bring her the soup. It'll do none of you any good if you fall asleep behind the wheel."

"I guess," he finally acquiesced.

"Great!" Rose said, beaming. "Do you want some more soup?"

Of course he did, and she gave him another bowl, sending Ray upstairs to prep the guest room and find Reggie something he could sleep in. Ray just let it happen. He knew better than to get in Rose's way when she'd made up her mind, and just watched on in amusement as she ushered a confused young punk in a leather jackets up the stairs and off to bed.

When she came back down, Ray had finished putting most of the soup into tupperware (and maybe stealing a few bites for himself. It was really good soup).

"Julie never told me she and Luke broke up," he said. "Had she told you?"

"No," Rose said, thoughtfully, even as she wrapped herself around him, on her toes so she could hook her chin over his shoulder. "Maybe they haven't."

Ray turned as far as he could, catching a glimpse of her face.

"Reggie said he gave his flu to Luke," Rose pointed out. "And on the phone he said he was Julie's boyfriend. I think they're both dating him."

Oh, so his name was Reggie? That was good to know. Ray tried to wrap his head around it. He was just glad his daughter hadn't gotten her heart broken.

"He seems like a good kid," he said finally. "Driving all this way just to get Julie's comfort food."

Rose hummed in agreement. "Well," she said. "We'll have plenty of time to get to know him tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" He would have thought Reggie would be anxious to get back home to his... partners, he guessed.

"Well, of course we're driving him back!" Rose said. "He's in no shape to drive!"

And Ray just nodded, and smiled, because when Rose made up her mind, it was best to just go along with it.

#julie and the phantoms #juliexlukexreggie #fanfic #rayxrose #I wrote a thing #yes rose is alive because I said so #maybe the soup really is magic shush #rose and ray are gonna show up with like 15 tupperwares of soup and juke's boyfriend and they're going to be like: oh fuck #and then very confused because Rose and Ray are all chill about the whole thing #did they tell rose and ray about Reggie in their feverish state and then forget? #and they ask Reggie later about if he came out to the molina parents for them because he knew they didn't know how #and he just stares at them like: SHIT I KNEW I FORGOT TO DO SOMETHING #luckily your parents are smart julie #reggie is way too out of it to even feel nervous about meeting julie's parents like... he Should Not Have Been Driving #but his girlfriend wanted soup!!! special soup!!!! and he got them sick!!!

[formosusiniquis]

today is a new day to find you

Chapter 1 coming to an archive near you on October 12th!

Very excited about my @steddiebang fic that I've been working on and will soon be released to the public! Featuring art from the supremely talented @sammichtastic and @milkychai (Catch them on twitter at Sammiches and milkychai) and Beta'd by @rainingingeorgia

Taking my love of the timeloop and making it everyone's problem, enjoy a sneak peek below the cut 💕

“You’re into all that fantasy and sci fi shit, right?” His question leads and so does he, pushing the doors open to the library like he expects Eddie to trail behind him. So used to the assured obedience of his little lapdog he expects the stray he’s found to do it too. 

Eddie does. So maybe he’s just proved Harrington right, but he can feel good in his own head knowing he isn’t following Harrington around like a trained dog because he is. He’s following him around because this is the weirdest fucking thing to ever happen to him, and like any good improviser he wants to follow this thing all the way into the ground. 

The distinction is enough for him, even if he doubts Harrington picks up on it. 

“I’ve been known to enjoy a wizard or two in my time.” 

Steve sighs, there’s a pinched off look on his face. Something that reminds Eddie of the Home Mom at his last placement. The way she would slow blink her eyes and hold them squeezed shut so tight he thought it must hurt her brain. The way her lips would thin as she pressed them shut there was just a thin white line where it once was. Annoyance, exhaustion. Something unique that manages to scream that it’s you, the kid in front of them, that has caused this expression. 

“Could you just-”

Eddie as a rule doesn’t get embarrassed about being annoying. He cares. Of course he cares. He’s created this shell of leather and metal and obnoxious overexcitement around himself so no one knows just how earnestly he cares about everything. 

It's a question that isn't really a question. ‘Can I tell you's and ‘is it okay if I say's are all just polite introductions to statements that are going to come regardless. Eddie isn't the best socialized, but he knows a question like that can only be answered with, "Sure, whatever dude." 

So he hates, hates the meek red faced little, “Sorry,” that manages to slip past his own shield.

“Can I tell you something that’s gonna make me sound crazy?” 

For all the rush Harrington had in flipping Eddie's whole morning on its head, he's reticent now. Fiddles with a pencil that got left behind on the table. Scans the bookcases behind him with unseeing eyes. Opens and closes his mouth like a fish on the deck of a boat, but no sound comes out. Not a single syllable. 

"Listen Harrington, it's normal to get annoyed with your friends-" 

"What? This isn't about Tommy?" He is capable of speech then, not some freaky pod person. "He is that bad then?" 

"No comment." Harrington's sad eyed routine isn't gonna catch him up, not today. "Can't think of anything that would be crazy enough that you're scared to tell the Freak." 

He takes a breath, readying himself, "I keep waking up and it's today." 

It hurts, the way the snort rips itself up from the back of his throat. Eddie almost gags on his laugh, "Yeah, that is how time works Harrington. I wake up and everyday is today, tomorrow, tomorrow only a day away." Fuck he's going to have that song stuck in his head for the rest of the day. 

"No," his hands hit the table, soft enough that they don’t make a sound in the all but empty library but it’s enough. So much is already lurking at the surface. It’s Steve’s hands, sharp and demanding silence. It’s hands hitting the top of the pulpit making his head hit the top of the pew. It’s hands hitting the kitchen table making his cereal bowl jump and his Momma gasp. He flinches back, chair teetering on its back two legs before he finds his balance again. “Sorry, sorry,” Harrington rushes to apologize, ripping his hands back from the table, clutching his nonexistent pearls. 

“No,” he repeats, softer like he’s a step away from running a knuckle down the back of a cat he’s spooked. “I keep waking up to the same today. It’s just Friday again and again and again.” 

“Like the story?” 

“Like what?” His nose wrinkles with his confusion. The part of Eddie that is still a teenager, the parts of him that aren’t fucking worldweary or whatever Uncle Wayne says, wants to kick and fawn over the soft parts of Steve fucking Harrington. The fussy bunny wrinkle of his nose and the curious way his eyes light up even though he’s 

Well Eddie doesn’t really know what he is. Confused probably. What are the chances that Harrington has suffered a psychotic break, that the weight of the crown had grown too heavy. But even if he’s just confused, he’s probably scared. The two go hand in hand, don’t they?

Edide’s never been more scared in his life than when that sad faced cop had pulled him out of the back of the car. When no one would tell him what was happening or where his mom was. Lost and confused and terrified about what was happening and what would happen later. 

“There’s, um, this story, I found it going through the library magazine backlog; they’ve got some really sweet Fantasy and Science Fiction mags on order.” Steve is just staring at him. Quiet, fixated, and a little unsettling -- and that’s coming from the self declared freak of Hawkins High. “That’s not important,” he mutters into a strand of hair he pulls in front of his face, it’s warm God why was the library so warm today. “There’s this story about a guy, he keeps reliving the same hour over and over, from noon to one. Everything is exactly the same except for the things he interacts with.” 

If he’s honest with himself, he doesn’t expect Harrington to laugh and say ‘gotcha.’ Mostly because he knows Harrington won’t have read the story, he doesn’t really think the guy reads much at all. He doesn’t expect him to go still, still as the grave, staring at Eddie with a haunted seriousness. “What’s causing it? How does it end?” 

“It’s just a story, Harrington,” he bites back. The hair on the back of his neck stands on end. Something about this is wrong. 

If he weren’t watching he would have missed it. the way his eyes shutter and blank. The way a placid, easy going smile spreads across his face; butter on hot toast. His hands spread out in front of him, they would say ‘easy man, I come in peace’ if the tips of his fingers weren’t shaking. “Maybe you're just a good storyteller, Munson. Isn’t that your whole deal.” 

It’s patronizing in the worst way. 

“Feel like I should emphasize the fiction part of science fiction here, Harrington.” Was it wrong to indulge this break he was going through. Should he get the nurse or something. 

“Will you tell me about it or not, Eds. I can always go to the library myself.” 

“It's a parallel universe, antimatter and shit, pulling away from our universe. Time vectors or something make them relive the same hour, what was supposed to be once but this guy, Castleman, is the only one who knows that they’re reliving it over and over again.” 

“How does he get out of it?” 

“He doesn’t.”

#steddie #steddie big bang #my fic #steddie fic #my edit #i cant wait until you all can see the art its so so so good

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Old Habits

Frank Adler x Reader

Author's Note: First time posting for Frank/any Chris character (at least on this blog lol). Feedback is encouraged but please be kind. Masterlists

Chapter 1

Summary: Three years after she left Frank and Mary behind, Y/n returns to Florida for the wedding of mutual friends, what ensues may prove that like old habits, some feelings just don't die. Chapter Summary: Y/n and Frank come face to face for the first time in three years and someone's still bitter about an unfair break-up Warnings- Angst

“Are you gonna see her when you go?” Mary probed curiously from her perch on his bed as Frank packed a haphazardly folded shirt into his suitcase. 

“I don’t know kiddo,” he sighed, actively trying to not think of the ‘her’ his niece was referring to. He had Bonnie, why would he think about her? 

“Will you tell her I said hi?” Mary pressed, setting down her tablet and leaning forward a bit, “Please?” 

“If I see her, I’ll do that,” he promised, wincing at a memory, “Do you have your bag all ready for when you go over to Roberta’s?” Desperately, he needed the topic to change; he did not want to think about her, all he wanted was to pack his things, get the entire weekend over with and then get home. 

“Of course I do, Frank,” Mary responded earnestly, not so quick to forget their previous conversation, “Will you invite her to come visit? Please,” when Frank glanced at her, she pouted cutely; it was an expression that was extremely difficult to say ‘no’ to. “If you tell her I miss her, she might come.”

Sighing heavily, he shut his suitcase and headed over to his mess of a closet, “I thought you liked Bonnie, it might make Bonnie uncomfortable if she came to visit.” 

“Of course I like Bonnie, but I miss her. Please ask her to come, Frank, please,” she begged and he sighed again. He didn’t know why he even expected Mary to understand, she was smart but she was also a kid and he’d never really explained to her why the woman she’d looked up to as a mother had just left one day- he didn’t even think he understood himself. And it still hurt. But he’d finally started moving on with Bonnie, albeit slowly, and really didn’t want to backpedal on that. 

Rummaging through the closet, he responded after he’d found his tux, stowed safely in the travel bag and probably still sporting a tag on the sleeve. It was a nice one, he’d bought it for- “We’ll see, but I’m not making any promises,” he added pointedly, trying to get his mind off the path it was straying down.

One Week later.  Florida; it was a lot of things- hot, sticky, home. Granted, her home was St. Petersburg and not Miami, but she didn’t even think it mattered anymore. That life was three years behind her.

What did matter was that she was late- thank you flight delays. 

Despite her lateness though, Y/n had enjoyed the cab ride from the airport to the beachfront hotel, drinking in the sights and feeling a little bit of the sun on her face- it was nice. The warm air vastly differed from the persistent chill of Atlanta around that time; she’d missed that about Florida- maybe she missed a lot of things about Florida. 

After paying the cab fare, she got out, hooking her handbag in the crook of her elbow and clutching her floral print travel bag while heading to the back of the car, where the driver met her to help with the suitcase. With a polite smile and a quiet thanks, he was off and with a huff, Y/n set the bag on the top of the suitcase, pulled the handle out and headed towards the hotel, anticipating the moment where she could put her things down, flop face forward onto the bed and just enjoy the remaining quiet time, before the start of the wedding festivities.

Of course, when one was late for a four day wedding weekend, that was not guaranteed.

“Y/n!” She heard a familiar voice squeal as she stepped into the lobby, and after a minute spent looking around, she spotted her college best friend- aka the bride-  up ahead, near the front desk. Smiling breathlessly, Y/n tiredly lugged her things towards where Amanda and Jack were standing, while simultaneously, her friend approached her. Meeting halfway, they hugged firmly,  “Ohmygod, I thought something had happened!” Amanda squeezed her a little and then they pulled away, still grinning, “The receptionist said you hadn’t checked in yet and no one had seen you.”

“Its fine, I’m fine,” Y/n reassured with a giggle, “My flight got delayed, twice and my phone died just before we landed. I’m sorry,” she frowned, it certainly wasn’t her intention to have everyone worried. 

Amanda exhaled in obvious relief, “As long as you’re okay, I’m okay,” she leaned in for another hug, and Y/n easily reciprocated. When they parted again, Y/n quickly hugged and said hello to Jack, who she also knew from college, then thanked him when he offered to take her bags. As the three of them strolled towards the reception desk so Y/n could check in, they easily slipped into conversation, “Ohh, now that my maid of honor is here we can finally get to the good stuff.” 

“I thought I was what you needed to get to the good stuff,” Jack scoffed humorously.

Swatting at his shoulder, she laughed softly, “Oh, you know what I mean. Besides, I’m sure you felt the same way when Frank got here.”

Hearing his name, Y/n’s eyes widened- she didn’t know why she hadn’t considered that he would be there, he and Jack were as close as she and Amanda were. He was the best man, she knew that too, Amanda had only told her a dozen times. Still, she asked unsteadily, “Frank’s here….already?” 

“Yeah,” Amanda chirped, “He got in last night- God, I feel like an ass for not asking," she said suddenly, tapping her palm to the side of her head, "Are you gonna be okay with him being here?"

She had actually been dreading seeing him, but refused to ruin her friends' weekend. "Yeah, of course. It was a long time ago," Y/n paused to give the woman at the desk her information, continuing after she'd received her key card and the three of them were walking off, "Besides, this weekend isn't about that," she dismissed as they headed towards the elevators.

"Yeah, but-" they had just stopped in front of one of the elevators when Jack cut himself off as the doors slid open. 

"Oh….hey," the shock was as evident in Frank's tone as it was on her face. It went without saying that neither of them were expecting to see each other that soon. 

He looked as good as the day she left him. His beard was a little longer and his hair a little messier, but still really good. 

Trying to reclaim reign on her better senses- and her slackened jaw- Y/n swallowed thickly, "Hi….." She trailed off and as the seconds ticked on, she became painfully aware of the fact that they were making it very awkward for their friends. "Um…long time no see.” Internally, she was cringing, after three years of being broken up and two of not having any contact at all, that was definitely not a way to break the ice. 

Even Frank seemed stunned for a moment before quickly returning, “Well…..that’s what happens when you move to another state without leaving a forwarding address.”

Speechless, Y/n simply stood there, completely taken aback by his words and the nonchalance they’d been delivered with. She was so shocked that the next person who spoke up was Jack. “Come on, man-”

“No, its okay,” she interjected suddenly, “Frank’s right, that is what happens when people move away.” Blinking quickly to dismiss the tears that had started gathering as memories started flooding her mind, Y/n reached for her things, taking the handle of her suitcase right out of Jack’s hand, “I gotta go put these down,” she slipped past Frank, who’d just stepped out of the elevator. 

“And I’m going with her,” Amanda stepped in behind her, hitting the button for the seventh floor and waving awkwardly as the doors slid shut, leaving the men in the lobby. “I had no idea he would act like that,” she said as the elevator started traveling upwards smoothly.

Y/n shook her head dismissively, “Its fine, really. And he’s right, I just…..moved, I didn’t say anything to him.”

“You were doing what you needed to to heal,” she squeezed Y/n’s shoulder reassuringly, “You don’t owe anyone an explanation.” Sighing, she nodded, smiling halfheartedly in Amanda’s direction.

She knew her friend was right, but she did feel guilty about leaving the way she had-it shouldn’t have been a secret. Before they’d broken up, she and Frank had been together for almost ten years, she’d been there when he’d taken guardianship of Mary, she’d moved with him to St. Petersburg to get away from his mother, they’d had an entire life together. Y/n felt even worse about what she’d done to his niece, it had killed her to leave Mary like that after she’d spent four years raising her- it had felt like deserting her own child. In a way, that was what she had done.

When the elevator doors slid open again, they stepped into the carpeted hallway just in time for another pair of metal doors to swish open, "Y/n!" Frank called out as she and Amanda had started down the hall, "I just…." He slumped his shoulders, "Can we talk?"

She hesitated, though when Amanda seemed close to telling him off, Y/n nodded, "Sure, why not?" And when Amanda seemed unsure of leaving her on her own, Y/n promised that it was fine. 

They waited until she was  headed down before setting off, and after a bit of scuffling over it, Y/n let Frank take her bags. "I'm sorry about what I said downstairs," was the first thing off his lips, "That was way outta line-" 

"And it was also true," she noted pointedly, slipping the key card into its slot, "Leaving like that was……it was horrible, and I'm sorry," she ducked her head, picking nervously at the key ring. There was so much she wanted to say, but for the life of her, Y/n didn’t have a clue on how to begin. Or where to begin. “I didn’t know how to tell you I was leaving, we hadn’t talked in months-”

“You stopped returning my calls,” he reasoned.

“Because I didn’t know what to say anymore. You were expecting me to come back-”

“Come home,” Frank corrected and they both exhaled audibly, “Mary was expecting you to come home,” he admitted mournfully, “She says hi, by the way. She’s been talking about you since I told her I was coming to Jack and Mandy’s wedding.”

At the mention of Mary, Y/n felt her heart melt a little and it was even harder to not feel like a complete jerk for leaving a sweet little girl without explanation. She’d been there when Mary had taken her first steps and said her first words, she’d sat up with her when she had fevers and had kissed bruises better, she’d been there for everything…..until she wasn’t. “How is she?” Y/n eventually asked, wondering if she even had the right to. 

Frank hesitated, “She’s good, taking college classes,” he noted with a chuckle of disbelief. 

“Oh my God,” Y/n chortled breathlessly, “How has it been? Does she like them?” There was so much she wanted to know, Y/n didn’t think she could keep up with her own questioning, “What about friends, does college mean more grown up friends?” She’d be so tiny compared to those big kids. 

“She loves her classes,” they strayed further into the room, and as he set her bags down near the foot of the bed, hand moving to rub the back of his neck, “Kept her in public school though, so she could keep hanging out with her friends.”

“She has friends her age?” Y/n wondered with a grin, “That’s amazing.” Part of her wanted to ask if she could see Mary, maybe spend a few hours with her, but it didn’t seem right to just dive back into a child’s life like that only to leave again. She also didn’t think it was something that Frank would be okay with. 

If the roles were reversed, she definitely wouldn’t have allowed it. 

So she just didn’t ask. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Frank pocketed his hands and shifted his gaze to the floor, “So….how’s Atlanta been?”

“Its been good. City’s great, job’s great. Can’t complain,” except for the fact that she still felt like she’d left the most important parts of herself behind. “Still fixing boats?” 

He nodded slowly, flashing her a lopsided smirk, “I guess it's growing on me,” he shrugged, “Ever got around to going to med school?”

“Nah,” Y/n scoffed, grin brightening, “Still a nurse….I guess it's growing on me,” they both laughed and Frank nodded. As their smiles grew softer again, Y/n felt herself relax a little, “Look, I know I have no right to ask this after everything, but could we just be….friends? I don’t want this weekend to be weird for Mandy and Jack.”

Frank hummed, “I’d like that. Friends hug?” He questioned hopefully, and chuckling, Y/n nodded, approaching him so she could wrap her arms around his mid. Three years later and he still felt like home; his arms coming around her felt like safety embodied and Y/n swore that, for a minute, it was almost like nothing had changed. 

Almost.

He pulled away too soon, and when they stepped away from each other, she was reminded that the distance between them vastly superseded anything physical. “So, I’ll see you around?” He started stepping backwards in the direction of the door. 

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Y/n nodded stiffly, trying harder than she had been earlier to just forget about all the things she missed about him, confirming, “See you around.”

It was going to be a long weekend.

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #frank adler #frank adler x reader #chris evans characters

[applesap-fics]

Questioning

Camilo, Isabela, and Bruno. A deleted scene from fabril’s photograph prompt where Camilo and Isa do decide to bother Bruno about his....gay affairs with their dads. Can easily be read on its own as non-fab so I thought I’d share. Happy madrigays pride month! 🌈

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The immeasurable guilt complex Bruno has over leaving them manifests in his eldest nieces being able to do pretty much whatever they want with him. This has mostly involved getting him to help Isabela in the garden or listening to romantic boleros with Dolores, and having soft conversations where they reminisce about their childhoods. Camilo is pretty sure that his soft spot for Isabela — combined with her secret weapon, congeniality — will get him to talk about his favorite subject: romance.

Camilo watches her from afar — at a proper distance so he won’t get implicated in case this goes wrong — as she sidles up next to tío Bruno. 

Their uncle is sitting in a patch of sunlight absorbed in his own thoughts, making little drawings. He startles when he notices Isabela enter his space. They exchange a few pleasantries before she falls quiet and modest, sliding him into her trap. 

“Tío…” she begins. “Can I ask you something about relationships? It’s a weird question.”

“Nothing is weird to me,” Bruno says earnestly. It’s true. He really has no limit. 

“Do you think it’s possible to be in love with someone…I guess it’s kind of like your telenovelas…Where it’s three people but they all love each other equally?”

“Heh-heh, I’m guessing this isn’t about you and Lola and Mariano, right? I mean I write that sorta thing but that’s not really- let’s not go there.”

Her polished mask quickly falls at that. She squints her face. “So weird.” She shakes her head. “No, I don’t mean us three, Tío. I mean like”– and here she straightens up the way she does when she gets nervous –”when it’s like a…same-sex relationship.”

As if she’s touched his soul, Bruno’s shoulders go slack. His wide hazel eyes stare at her. 

Then he takes her hand as if she’s porcelain and gently squeezes it with his knobby fingers. “It’s okay to feel that way. Totally okay. Abuela- no. The Encanto’s older generation are traditional and don’t always see what’s best for their kids, but there’s nothing wrong with that kind of love. I’d know. I’ve seen it. You could even get married! If, say, a girl likes another girl but she’s engaged or even married to a boy, then, then those feelings are valid to have and you don’t need to feel ashamed–”

She shoots right up.

“Hold up,” Isabela interrupts before he can validate her any further. “Tío, I’m not like that.” 

He makes a confused face. “You’re not?”

“No!” she says indignantly. “I mean. I…I don’t– I wasn’t talking about myself. But, thank you, in any case. I’m sorry. I’ve gotta go.” 

She stands up from the bench and kisses his forehead, which he wrinkles in confusion, his lip pouting. “Okay,” he says drily. “So why did you ask?”

“Don’t worry about it, Tío. Thanks anyway.”

She stands up, shoulders straight, and strides away. Bruno watches her go, befuddled by the exchange.

#isabela madrigal #camilo madrigal #bruno madrigal #encanto #encanto fanfics #wips

[fiannalover]

Pokémon Fic Recs

Because I read a lot of fics and am always on the prowl, so I felt like sharing a non exhaustive rec list under read more. Feel free to add recs on reblog if you want!

Savoir-Faire: To Know and To Do -  This is the one. If there is a fic I beg everyone to read it's this. multi-chapter but not that long PLEASE do it. MC of an alternate XY was cursed by rampaging Legendaries with immortality. 10 years later, jaded Marguerite Linden du Bois is finishing her paper on Pokémon World Sociology, taking a newbie trainer for the road. Read for Humanities Things, Ghost-Types, the apathetic weight of immortality, worldbuilding, the workings of Pokémon League, Research Assistant Darkray, Royalty and more. I am begging you to read it.

Ashes of the Past - Peggy Sue fic where Cyrus destroyed the world and Arceus decided the best way to deal with that was send Ash back to the start of his journey (after some Aura training). Saphroneth writes fights *amazingly*, specially around Orange Island, where he took a break and came back with a glow-up. Fic is dead now, but consider reading, if nothing else, the Suicune or the Tobias Fight.

A professor and student + The 48 - I have this unproved feeling there is an overkill amount of “Ash is traumatized after Kalos" but this is The one about it. Kukui takes care of Ash in Alola and helping the boy set some boundaries and stuff. This and the wider “The 48” series are amazing Ash, and you can find great longer fics and one-shots alike here. Adults but not grown-ups (Alola Supporting Cast one-shots) and Left Behind (Ash and a Future Ash end up swapping time places during XY while brock is visiting) are real stand-outs. 

You Thought - Aliens invaded and took over the Pokémon World, but actual Pokémons still give them trouble. The premise may seem weird, but it is a means for amazing descriptions of how even the common Meowth could be terrifying and disruptive for an outside-context watcher.

A home can be found - Lillie during and after OG SM, finding a new family with Kukui, Bunet and her friends.

What the Sun Leaves Behind - Hau is inheriting Hala’s spot as kahuna after the latter died, and Gladion shows up to give him a pep talk when Hau runs off into the woods from nerves. It is tagged as Hau/Gladion but it is really a platonic deal.

A Little Bit of Maschiff - Juliana decides that getting a Maschiff of her own is the perfect thing for her friendship with Arven. She gets more than she bargained for, with Arven helping her tame the wretched beast.

The Clues - isshushipping. 5+1 One-Shot Fic of N being In Denial about Team Plasma during BW.

colder in the summertime - One-shot. Morty is cursed. Read for pretty boys in cold fever, nosebleeds, exhaustion, the whole shish-kebab.

Read It Now.

Collateral - Faller!Touya, and the International Police helping him, while his friends try to find him. Sad. Great.

Pinky Promise - Gloria/Hop One-Shot. Hop fighting for dear life to get Gloria a Christmas Gift.

Massive “The Kids Are Doing Fine” energy. Adorable.

The Earth, the Sky and the Sea - An enigmatic narrator retells and expands the Hoenn Weather Trio story. Excellent atmosphere. 

HIS2435: Sinnohan Myths and Legends - Cynthia giving a College-level History Class. Chaos Mayhem Etc. Lots of author touches and headcanons and references but can be comfily (and hilariously) read on its own.

Masahop/Train shipping section (I may have a problem)

Do you believe in love at first sight? - Hop getting a crush on Gloria, slowly realizing over the years he’s actually in Love with Victor. Vic is the MC/Champion. The fic has a charmingly unique Victor (chronically ill/frail immune system - Hop gets to care for his health a Lot it’s cute), and feels very Earnestly Adorable in Hop’s bisexual crisis. writer is requesting feedback so please give them some love!

Kiss Your Neo Champion - Hop got his Neo Champion clothes. He has a boyfriend. What is not clicking

Sunshine Riptide - Instead of Words, I’ll put these excerpts here:

#fic recs #fian rambles #fian recs #will I do this for other fandoms? probably #other day

[ilikedyourablogithere]

My Dislyte Favorite 2022 Awards

I liked alot of stuff so this will be a while

Favorite Character Award: Falken

He looks like a batman villain/ kakashi/ Iori yagami and a Yugioh character mixed into one intimadating look guy but in actuality...he’s just a bit awkward and get misunderstood from time to time but he’s good people.

His story of having to rely on himself to support his family regardless of what was thrown at him is very admirable and you can’t help but want to root for him but then he meet Sander and finally made a friend and he learns to rely on others instead of doing everything himself and then wants to go out and do the same for others. And even though he has lost his friend it didn’t stop him from forging his own sense of justice and continues to move forward. He is a very interesting character to me and I look forward to whatever happens to him

Also he has laser beams, revenge energy stealing eye powers and he can turn into and summon a falcon! how cool is that

Best Boy Award: Lewis

I’ve always been a fan of boxer characters if a game has one I gotta use ‘em and Lewis is no exception. But what really hooked me on him is his wanting to do right by the people in his life. Even when his sister left to go the bad guys side he isn’t trying to drag her back by force or anything, he’s just being a big brother and showing her a good example (whether she’s paying attention is a whole different issue). He got good friends around him like Bardon, Tang Xuan and Li Ling as well as a pretty good mentor in Gaius looking out for him. All and all I think he’s doing just great

My favorite part was that little trivia about how he’s secretly trying to improve his penmanship. Just one of those tiny things that just make gravitate to certain characters.

Best Girl Award: Laura

She’s so dang nice and she just to help people. A bit basic? Not at all. It’s actually super hard to be nice. Like she first went to go be a doctor so she could help people but even after she became a surgeon when she got her superpowers she then went on to join the Esper Union. It’s like lady you’re a doctor you’re saving lives you’re doing good and Laura said “NO! I can be even more nice“ then goes on to save even more people

Like she just adopts a random kid she barely knows anything about. Like people don’t just do that. Being nice isn’t a basic thing at all. And all that nice and kindess she puts just gets to you and make you feel all warm inside and ... how can you not like her?

[NO BEST WAIFU OR HUSBANDO FOR 2022]

[NO BEST SHIP FOR 2022]

for whatever percent of y’all that were wondering about that. I dunno nothing really stuck. maybe next year

Best Anthro Award: Daylon

Should come as no surprise seeing how Sobek was one of my top picks from mythos that I wanted in the game and ever since he arrived I’ve been very satisfied

He’s actually a very chill guy. Nothing too grand or far out there. He’s just a guy, sure he may scare off someone from time to time with the whole crocodile “situation” but that’s not gonna stop him from living his life and helping out where he can as earnestly as he can

Best Monstergirl Award: Melanie

For as overused as the medusa, gorgon, snakes for hair gag is Melanie make it entertaining. Not a dull moment when it comes to her

Her complete unamusement of Fabrice (unless sleep depraved from binge reading shojo mangas) her not taking any nonsense from Leon, Ren Si or Biondina. Her big sister vibes with Li Guang and of course her goofy side she get to show off when she’s around her best friend Celine and she doesn’t have to be the responsible one for a bit.

She’s always just amusing where ever she shows up in the story (obviously someone’s favorite on the game’s team) and I look forward to more of her

Best Mythology Award: Egyptian

While all the character designs in the game are stellar  it’s the Egyptian mythos that stood out the most for me. Whenever a new one dropped they’re decked out in gold and jewelry. Not shy on giving furries some love. The colors from Kaylee being the color of the desert sand to Tiye the night sky. And of course the diversity of blackness. Can not stress enough how nice it is to not be this small corner of the fanbase that just gets brushed over and ignored all the time where we get like 3 and then a bunch of racially ambiguous ones who people will always fight you over because the idea of someone being black just have to be fought back against and it is nice to not have to do that for once...it is very nice

But ya I’ve been loving what I’ve been seeing and hope to love whatever comes next

Best Element Award: Inferno

I like ‘em hot and spicy and this element never disappoint. They can be Fighter Defender Controller Healer you give an inferno unit any role and you’ll never hear anyone thinking it is a bad idea. Flame on!

Best Boss Award: Fafnir

The icy lady is always a fun one to go up against. Whether I’m autoing her or playing the game myself I’m always on edge. All it takes is one move, one resist check and you can be collecting your relics with pride or have your team completely wipe out.

Not to mention her boss theme is a great one

Best Billboard Event Award: Bloody Hunt

Out of all the ones we had this is the one always feel relevant because so many things that were established start getting their pay off. Like various bounties bios and small one off topics that were casually brought up that you didn’t even give that much of a thought somehow end up being actual points of importance in the event. And most importantly of all...Bloody Hunt didn’t “end“ like nothing was really resolved and it feels like something that will come back to at some point in the story

Also dat trailer for it

oh so cool

Best Side Event Award: Origami Love

While I can’t say Ophelia is one of my top faves in the game she did bring along Esper Feud. And like no question my favorite side event

I had so much fun racking my brain figuring out how to beat challenges

Also the story was pretty enjoyable

Best Boss Theme Award: The Dark Star Lord

ho boy did they go that extra mile with this track. Even if you’re not good at this boss fight you still end up feeling good cause you get to here this great beat

and THEN the transition into another rendition of Enter Your Mind seriously how many versions did people submit of this one song ? not that I’M complain of course. My ears love it

Best DJ Contest Track Award : Refuge

Sorry wise there wasn’t much meat on that bone

But that song sure did make up for it. Had that on repeat nonstop for the longest

Best Character Theme Song Award: Reine des Roses

Like I love all the characters themes but I say Abigail’s edges out for that fun factor in it for me

Best Song Sung by the in game Characters: Soul Mate sung by Ahmed

Kinda the only one in this category for now but I still wanted to say it cause it IS a great song

ANYWAYS That’s that

Think I covered all my dislyte faves for 2022 and most certainly can’t wait for what dislyte does next

but for now

HAPPY NEW YEARS CHAMP

let’s make the best of it. stay safe out there

#dislyte

[thewertsearch]

First of all, I’d just like to thank literally everyone for holding off on asking this question until after the Veil reveal, god damn. 

Anyway! There are a few standout relationships which are genuinely cute, which I could actually see going somewhere. 

I pretty earnestly ship Rose and GA. Initially, this was kind of a joke enemies-to-lovers ship, but it took less than a panel for them to stop being enemies and start building a rapport. The two probably have the best human-to-troll relationship in the comic, and they clearly have a lot in common. Like Rose, GA seems to be the most level--headed member of her friend group - but, also like Rose, there’s clearly a bit of a goofball hiding behind her poised exterior. I’m still laughing at how she puts exclamation marks on their own lines. Why is that so funny?  Anyway, I think these two will only grow closer as time goes on.

I think there’s something going on with Dave and Jade. Dave really seems to drop the mask around her, as though he doesn’t feel like he needs to perform anymore. This might have more than a little to do with their implied offscreen interactions, as Dave seems quite happy to indulge in Jade’s quote-unquote ‘cringey’, uncool hobbies. This is very unlike Dave - he’s never usually able to get over himself that much, even around Rose.  This one might be romantic, or it might not. But there’s definitely something special between these two. 

I want to ship Jade and Rose. There’s so much potential in this dynamic, but they’ve had very little chance to interact so far. When they do, their conversations are just so interesting. Jade has all the answers, but no one’s been willing or able to parse what she says - and Rose is the Player who’s trying her hardest to find the answers. She’s a Seer - she wants to know.  I want Rose to sit down with Jade, Oracle of Prospit, and straighten out all her riddles. You know they'd both love it. 

I’m getting very close to shipping CG and John. This one’s pretty simple - we’ve seen, retroactively, that John is giving CG hope, something he doesn’t seem to be getting from his allies on the Veil. His attitude of ‘human friendship’ is probably, pardon the pun, a breath of fresh air. John and CG are in the same situation, and have the same party role, but their attitudes couldn’t be more different. I want them to learn more about each other on a personal level. Sburb Leaders gotta stick together. 

I have no idea if any of these will be endgame - mostly because I don’t know, chronologically speaking, when this comic will end. 

If Homestuck spans years, then we’re going to see these kids grow up. They’ll be completely different people, and the dynamics of their relationships will change in ways we can’t predict. Literally anything could happen between these kids - and probably does. 

#asks #full liveblog #act 4 #homestuck liveblog #deep dive

[mittelfrank-divas]

I have a hc that edelgard was fully prepared to (at best) dislike her fellow adrestian nobility, especially since they were all the children of the men who launched a coup against her father. I think in most cases edelgard would've grown up knowing her fellow BE nobles personally bc they would've been at court in enbarr- but the coup prevented that from happening and no one was going to send their heir to enbarr to mingle with the imperial princess if it meant giving duke von aegir a potential political hostage. I also think the reason ferdinand speaks to edelgard like he does in their first few supports is that they were introduced to each other in the palace at enbarr. you know. the place where his father has immense oversight and power over the imperial family? im thinking some of that leaked into ferdinands view of edelgard and set the tone for their interactions for the first few months at garreg mach. reeeally wish we could've gotten some depth on that.

I definitely agree with all of that! I think a lot of the underlying tension between Edelgard and the Black Eagles at the start of the game comes from the fact that they don't know or really trust each other.

Even if the nobles had been sending their kids to Enbarr (and that's a good point about how they might not have felt safe doing that!), Edelgard spent several years either missing or in the dungeon, and I highly doubt she jumped straight into society after the dungeon part. She was probably kept quite isolated where she could be carefully watched.

I really do think that Edelgard was blindsided by her classmates. Most of them are the children of the exact nobles she wants to bring down! How could she feel anything but loathing for them? It must have been such a shock to realize that she was actually developing real friendships there.

I do agree that Ferdinand probably picked up some of his attitude towards Edelgard from his father, but I think there's another dimension there as well. Ferdinand earnestly believes that it will be his job as prime minister to stand up to the Emperor if she makes poor decisions. That if she becomes a tyrant, it will fall to him to stop her.

That seems like a somewhat dramatic position to take, until you realize that the Insurrection of the Seven would have been framed for Ferdinand and the general public as exactly that: the nobles banding together to put a stop to Ionius' tyrannical rule.

Ferdinand grew up being told not only that his father is the true power running the Empire, but that his father was just and noble for seizing that power. In that light, his attempts to prove his superiority over Edelgard weren't just arrogance, but a warning: just in case you feel like following in your dad's footsteps, I plan to do the same. I'll prove my superiority over you just so that the rest of the world understands that I can stop you.

The fact that this attitude came out as a rather childish competition says more about Ferdinand's personality than anything, I think. He was set up to see Edelgard as an enemy but the best he could muster was "my horse is prettier than yours!"

#this is a late response even for me sorry anon #the asks start coming and they don't stop coming #meta #edelgard von hresvelg #ferdinand von aegir

[shiningwonderland]

Ren Jinguji (Repeat)

Translator: Mimi (twitter: _mimisaurora)

January - Unable to decrescendo

In the end, I turned down the offer to study abroad and instead chose to pursue my debut together with Jinguji-san.

Tokiya: …Was that really for the best? This was your chance.

Haruka: It was, but I still wanted to stay here and keep trying with Jinguji-san.

Syo: That’s right! This place is loads better than going to America! Isn’t this great news, Ren?

Ren: Well, yeah. But ultimately, it's her life. Whatever she chooses to do for herself should be none of my business.... if that were to be the case.

Jinguji-san lowers his gaze after saying that.

Syo: Should be none of your business…? But you’re partners…. I, for one, am glad. It's much more fun with you around!

Ren: Haha. You’re just a kid. I… really envy your innocence, Shorty.

Jinguji-san laughs at Syo a little mockingly.

Syo: Don’t call me a kid! I’m a mature adult! Damn it, you guys always treat me like a child….

This kind of ordinary banter now makes me feel so happy.

I'm glad I stayed.

I'm glad Jinguji-san stopped me.

I glance over at Jinguji-san, and he smiles back at me.

From then on, we take practicing for our song very seriously.

Every day, we would rent a recording studio and record it, then play it back and correct any mistakes that were made.

After multiple trials and errors, we gradually tweaked the lyrics as well.

Haruka: I’m ready. Please begin.

This is our third time recording today.

Normally, a song is divided into parts and recorded in increments, but this time, since we're rehearsing for a live performance, it was decided to have Jinguji-san run through the whole song.

He only has one shot to complete it on stage. If he fails to sing it well the one time, it'll all be for nothing.

His voice coming from the booth sounds passionate and strong, causing me to lose my train of thought just by listening to him.

Haruka: Ah! Now’s not the time to be swooning over him. I have to pay attention and listen....

…Wow….

The way he delivered the first chorus was the best take I've heard yet.

I want to tell him somehow.

So that he could know how good that was.

But it would be inappropriate to just interrupt him while he's singing.... Ah, I know!

I turn toward the booth.

Select the phrase!

Show him a small round of applause (+15 Love +5 Music)

Jinguji-san suddenly breaks out into a smile and blows me a kiss during an instrumental break.

Ren: How was that? 

Haruka: That was amazing!

As I share my response with enthusiasm, Jinguji-san sighs and gently pulls on my earlobe.

Ren: That’s not what I meant. I was wanting for you to give me advice on what I can do to improve. Did you even listen to my singing?

Haruka: Ah. I-I’m sorry. Let’s see….

I hurry to pick up the sheet music.

Meanwhile, Jinguji-san ties his hair back with a hair tie.

Whenever Jinguji-san wears his hair up, and the bangs that normally fall over his eyes are lifted so that he could see better, he appears more serious than usual, his gaze becoming very focused.

Ren: The parts that bothered me are here, and also here….

Jinguji-san points out various things while looking at the sheet music.

Like nuances, tempo, articulation of consonants, and vocal control, among others….

It's astounding how many things he noticed while singing....

And the way he approaches music so earnestly is so unbelievably impressive that I couldn't help but stare at his face.

Ren: ...So, here, let's make it a bit more legato…. …Lady… Are you listening? …I might do something naughty if you don't start taking this seriously.

Jinguji-san gently traces his finger along the nape of my neck, and I involuntarily jerk back.

Haruka: S-Sorry.

Ren: Honestly… Where did you stop listening from? Do you remember this part? I had said we should slow it down a little more. To about a walking pace.

Haruka: Uh, Ah…. About a walking pace….

Select the phrase!

Andante (+0 Love +10 Music)

Haruka: Ah! I know! You want it andante!

Ren: Correct! So you were listening carefully. Well done.

Jinguji-san gently strokes my hair.

I feel so happy in moments like this.

Ah, I’m so glad I didn’t go study abroad.

Ren: You seem really happy. I wonder how you'd react if I praised you more.

Haruka: Uh, ah, well, of course I love having my hair stroked like this, but it's not the only thing that makes me happy…

Select the phrase!

Moments like these (+15 Love +0 Music)

Haruka: Moments where I can be together with you like this bring me great joy and it's a lot of fun.... 

If I had gone through with going to America, I would have surely been feeling very lonely on my own by now.

Ren: I enjoy spending time with you too, Lady.

Jinguji-san gently places his hand over mine, currently resting on the sheet music, and gives me a kind smile.

Haruka: U-Um….

Ren: Heh, you’re blushing. Your cheeks look like freshly picked strawberries.

Jinguji-san chuckles and lightly pinches my cheek.

Haruka: I… I don’t… I don’t think it probably comes off as very cute. Besides... I wonder if I'm actually being of any help to you....

…I’m aware I get shaken and flustered very easily, and I'm worried that it might be annoying you….

Ren: There’s nothing to worry about, Lady, you’re already charming just the way you are. Not to mention, there is no partner more dependable than you.

Our hands intertwine and his fingers firmly grasp mine.

Haruka: …Thank you.

As I lower my head, Jinguji-san flashes me a little smile.

Ren: You're so sincere. It probably hasn't even crossed your mind that I might just be trying to be polite.

Haruka: Ah, wait, so is what you said earlier….

Ren: Who knows? That’s for you to decide. My lips are sealed.

Just seeing Jinguji-san's beaming smile brings me such warmth.

And....

The warmth conveyed through the palms of our joined hands kept my heart pounding.

Haruka: Um... about this part here... I think we should change the arrangement up a bit….

I indicate where on the sheet music, and Jinguji-san firmly squeezes my fingers while staring straight at my face.

Ren: …Lady, let’s stop here for today.

Haruka: Huh…?

Ren: You don’t look well. It’s important not to over-do it. I’ll walk you back, so let’s call it a day.

Jinguji-san brushes his hand against my cheek with a stern expression.

Haruka: Oh… no, I’m fine. I’m just feeling a bit anemic. I’ll feel better with a little rest.

I had been feeling a bit under the weather since this morning.

But it's nothing I can't handle.

That being said, Jinguji-san furrows his brows in concern and lets out a sigh.

Ren: You shouldn't take feeling dizzy or anemic lightly. ...Even your hand is freezing.

He wraps his hands around my right hand.

Ren: Your body’s also cold. …Shall I personally warm you up, if you like?

Thump.

Jinguji-san places a hand to my head, carefully bringing our foreheads together.

Haruka: P-Personally!?

My heart skips a beat and my face turns red.

Ren: Heh. I’m just kidding…. Although it looks like a little color’s returned to your face. But, it’s still not enough. …You should at least put this on….

He swiftly withdraws his hand and takes a scarf out of his bag to wrap around my neck.

Haruka: T-Thank you… It’s warm….

It smells like him.

The scarf around my neck feels warm, fluffy, and very cozy.

Outside, the skies are blanketed under thick clouds, and it looks like it could start snowing at any moment.

Even with my coat on, I was chilled to the bone.

I give a small sneeze and Jinguji-san gently pulls me close by the shoulder.

Haruka: Ah… um… I-I’m fine, really.

Ren: It's okay, just stay like this for a little while longer.... Besides, I feel a little warmer too.

Ah, I-I see….

I get it….

And so, with Jinguji-san still holding me close, we head off towards the dormitory together.

Ren: Let's also take a break from practice tomorrow, just to be safe, and make up for it all day on Sunday.

Haruka: Sunday…? Um… But won’t that conflict with your date?

I remember he typically has dates on the weekends….

It’s why we never got together those days to practice before….

Ren: I have nothing of the sort planned. And I never intend to anymore.

Haruka: Huh….

Select the phrase!

Not anymore…? (+25 Love +0 Music)

Ren: I mean exactly what I said. I'm done playing around with the girls.

Haruka: Wait… W-Why?

Ren: Why, indeed. At some point, the time spent practicing with you became more important to me than going out on dates.

Haruka: Does that mean it’s because… 

Select the phrase!

You’re having fun singing? (+15 Love +0 Music)

Haruka: You look like you’re enjoying yourself when you do.

It would make me very happy if you've come around to it....

Ren: Although, it’s not just singing….

Ren: You're not too far off from hitting the mark, I suppose? The correct answer is... because of you.

Jinguji-san stops in his tracks and gazes directly at me.

Then, for a moment, he lowers his gaze and speaks again.

Ren: It's because I adore your music.... I've never been this enamored with anything like this before, not even once.

And yet, now I can't bear to spend even a single second without singing your songs. It's frustrating, but I am so helplessly enchanted.

Haruka: I.. Ah… I don’t…. It makes me so… unbelievably happy to know….

I'm so overcome with joy.... I can't look at Jinguji-san's face properly.

Ren: If becoming an idol meant I could continue to sing your songs, then it's not such a bad idea. At least that's what I've come to think.

With a gentle pat on my head, I gaze up at him.

He gives me a kind smile as our eyes meet.

Ren: It's good to pursue something seriously in life, at least once. And that time is now. The goal, of course, is to be crowned winners of the graduation audition!

Haruka: I agree!

Ren: Your talent, my Lady, is the real deal. It shouldn't be ignored. And only I am capable of singing your song perfectly. No one else can replace me.

That's why I want to use my skills to ensure your debut….

Haruka: I also… I also share your same feelings.

I love… your singing, your voice…. I have a strong desire for you to debut with my song....

…Because I love you…. Ah….

I believe I just revealed what I truly felt about him.

Ren: My lady….

Jinguji-san stares at me.

I meet his gaze, remain silent and simply stare back at him.

After a long silence, Jinguji-san clenches his fist and turns his face away from me.

Ren: I’m sorry…. Can you let me pretend I didn't just hear that?

Huh…?

Haruka: Ah… Y-Yes, of course. I’m so sorry, I must have put you on the spot. Um… Just… Forget about it….

W-Wait… Something's not right. Tears well up in my eyes… and my vision blurs. I have to hang in there, I can't cry right now.

Haruka: Please… forget about it….

Ren: …Don’t cry.

He murmurs softly.

Ren: I’m sorry… I can't accept your feelings right now.

Saying that, he lowers his gaze with a pained expression.

Haruka: W-Well… I… I’m just happy being able to make music together with you….

S-So… Um….

I had no idea what to say.

I love Jinguji-san. My feelings for him will not change no matter what.

But it is true that I am simply content with just being together and pursuing music with him....

Jinguji-san bites his bottom lip and then opens his mouth to speak.

Ren: If that's truly enough for you, then there surely won't be any change in our relationship.

It won’t change?

Really?

We can continue as we have before?

Ren: I'll do everything possible to achieve our debut. That's all I.... That's all we can do right now.

That’s all we can do….

If he's willing to give it his all in aiming for debut, then that's good enough for me!

Haruka: I-I will also devote myself to doing my best for this!

Ren: So, that’s really what you want. Your biggest desire is to debut together. That’s… right, isn’t it?

I could somehow feel this incredible sense of urgency to give an answer, even though it had already been decided….

I have never been happier to see that Jinguji-san is really serious about facing the music.

I've wanted to showcase his talent to the world for a long time.

I wanted him to debut and become an idol.

And yet, I nearly ruined the relationship between composer and idol because of my personal feelings.

It could have been an irreversible mistake.

But Jinguji-san understood my feelings.

So, I won't hesitate anymore.

I will make sure to become a composer.

Together with Jinguji-san, we will create a new wave in the music industry.

Haruka: Yes!

I look straight into his eyes and answer in a certain voice.

Ren: Ok, Lady. Your wish will be granted. No matter what the cost!

Haruka: T-Thank you so much!

Ren: Is saying thanks really all you can bring yourself to say? Is the sight of me being serious not amazing?

Jinguji-san chuckles and winks.

Ah… He’s gone back to his usual self.

Haruka: I-It’s all I’ve been hoping for!

Ren: …Heh, it sounds like you're raring to go. It's rather encouraging. I'll be counting on you to keep up that fighting spirit, Lady.

Haruka: Of course!

After that, Jinguji-san and I continue to return to the dormitory, talking about the song and lyrics on the way.

I was afraid of what would happen when he found out about my feelings for him, but I'm glad to see he'll continue to act the same way he always has.

I'm sure my love for Jinguji-san will continue to grow.

But....

Unrequited love is not against school rules.

So, I'll stop forcing myself to suppress it.

All I need is to express my love in a song and have Jinguji-san sing it to me.

That's all I need for now.

Mini Game

Ryuya: So how's it going? Is the composition coming along? ...I see.... If you hit a roadblock, just try to play anything. 

Live music can be a great tool to get an idea of what to do. You might be inspired. Hm? Is this... the sheet music...? 

Then let's work on this piece starting with today's lesson. Alright, give this section a try right now. 

This is your song. You should be able to get through it, but even the slightest mistake will result in points being deducted from your score. 

Stay focused. Good, now let's begin!

S Rank

Ren: That was a wonderful performance. The music flowed with such honesty, much like you. Your talent for creating great songs is honestly amazing. They make singing an absolute pleasure.

Haruka: Thank you so much. I’ll continue working hard in writing songs so that you can keep saying the same things in the future.

Since composing songs is the only thing I can do, I will at least continue to do that with confidence.

Chapter End

#ren jinguji #ren repeat #utapri

[franki-lew-yo]

The General is also Elktaur.

He is Elktaur as much as Nowhere King is. Elktaur is a bad person who’s flaws are equally divided between his two parts.

Here. I wrote a thing out months ago and have been editing it bit by bit over the course of these months to distract myself from my SSI sitch and now to get me thru our national health crisis (in my country). Read it before I eat your cat.

((content warning: horror gifs and, ab*sive relationships and self harm talk))

Part of the reason I love this story +character is because it’s such a new take on the "corrupted-now''/''meevil"-villain trope AND the "love was my motivator"-villain backstory! Usually the idea behind these kinds of tragic villains is there's a 'good side and a 'bad side' and the bad side overcomes but because their love for this ONE person is their only redeeming feature that then 'redeems' them at the last moment before death. Elktaur, and by extension his two halves, is not this.

According to Megan Dong's interview with Vortexcentral, the reason the General 'turned' on the elk is because the General’s what happens when power and privilege corrupt a person’s influence, i.e. the General got everything he wanted when he was Elktaur and is terrified of losing it or “going back”, now that he feels he is his 'best self'. - he is Arial+Aladdin but if they took a VERY dark turn - The General is the side of the Elktaur that hated being a centaur; not hated centaurs, but hated himself and valued human life more; he’s the side that outwardly dreams of glory and being a hero, and tbf, probably thinks he does care about people. The way he says “sorry kid” after stabbing Rider and tries to appeal to Mystery Woman doesn’t sound like some halfhearted, backhanded Rick Sanchez-style neg to me. They sound like the words of someone who earnestly believes they have no choice other than to do what they did. They sound like someone who believes their own lies. From everything that's shown in the show, the ''poison you [General] fed me [Woman]'' that Mysterious Woman's talking about were NOT words of gaslighting or emotional abuse, but they were still lies; they were hollow words. It doesn’t matter how many times he says he’s sowwy and how much he thinks he cares for her and the people under his command: he does not. He doesn't actually care cuz he's not willing to take the sacrifice that would actually save his people or admit even wrongdoing. Horse even outright calls him out as such, to his wife -

"He doesn’t love you. THAT is not what love looks like!"- Horse

As the General, Elktaur entrapped Mysterious Woman in a marriage and lived life as someone he wasn't. This isn’t a Rose Quartz trying to tell Greg abt her past as an abusive monarch and him telling her it doesn’t matter now; the General was ALL about living with Mysterious Woman as the human he was determined to be. He didn’t trust her. He didn’t really respect her or any of the humans who’d he’d come to rule. He wanted her love as he wanted every other vague concept of respect and was determined to keep it, but in the fullest sense, he did not truly love her back. Nowhere King is the half that earnestly loves Mysterious Woman and I think a lot of fans already know/feel that. The problem is they (and me in the past hey I'm not perfect but I'm trying to fix this) treat it like General’s inability to love is the ONLY problem and that Nowhere King’s love is ''pure'' because it’s 'honest'.

Nowhere King (and Elktaur)'s love is Not pure just because he at one point, values her. Nowhere King is possessive. “She was meant to be mine”. He’s a self-AWARE possessive bastard who wants to end the pain and I think wants her to be happy and free of him, BUT-- never forget it's the NWK’s side who outright negs Mysterious Woman for HIS failure as Elktaur:

“ You made me what I am, but it’s okay. I forgive you.” - Nowhere King, decoded meaning thru links

Much in the same way General doesn't think he's hurting others but is, I don't think NWK wants to hurt her by saying that but at this point in time he's a monster who can ONLY commit suffering, so he does, even to the one person he doesn't want to hurt. That's all he is now.

There's also the bit where -you know- when NWK can’t have her, when she tells him to get over her because his obsession with her got him into this mess; HE DOESN'T and opts to torturing humans by turning them into minotaurs and then trying to destroy EVERYTHING that isn’t her. Love not only doesn't always redeem someone it can make someone more dangerous. >> The General doesn’t care about MW to the point that when they’re separated he seems more annoyed and he tries to soften her pain by just telling her more of what she wants to hear; the Nowhere King is obsessed with her to the point of putting the weight of ending the war all on her shoulders because of his mistakes. -This, by the by, is why I structured my playlists in chronological order rather than out of sequence as Horse sees it in the show. When you see the whole story from point a to point b makes you see firsthand how Elktaur is lying to the woman he loves and slipping more bit by bit into becoming a complete monster-

The General is unselfaware, prideful, self loathing, determined to save the world while not actually CARING ABOUT ppl he hurts. He's a narcissist; The Nowhere King is self aware, cares for only ONE person, but makes her and everyone else miserable and wants to destroy everything if he can't have his way = He's a Bojack Horseman. These people are what the Elktaur, now separated, became. 

A bit I know some critics are gonna throw back at me is the part where MW says “you locked him up in the dungeon, did you think it’d have no effect?”, which, to some people, is confirmation that ALL the problems of the show happened because the General locked up and abused the Nowhere King- that if he hadn’t done that then the Nowhere King wouldn’t have become so possessive, cruel, and hateful. I object to that take. It’s not what the General did at that moment but what Nowhere King points out was the mistake Elktaur made earlier:

"We [Elktaur] made a mistake, WE [Elktaur] have to undo it!"- Nowhere King who is also Elktaur but only half of him-flonking christ- YOU GET IT

The moment when Elktaur decided to change himself at all was his first step toward evilll. He was not his worst parts yet, but he was acting upon his worst instincts the character sings about in ''Ghosts''/''Elktour Suite part 5'' - he let in his ghosts because he didn’t know any other way or any life without them; by the time the General was accustomed to living his new life as a human, he (General) probably saw the elk as the ghosts that were wearing him down while the elk, now alone, recognized that he was always better than those ghosts.

Elktaur wasn’t a bad person, or at least he was no better than Horse was shaping up to be in ep 2 and 8 of season 1 - ONCE. It's as understandable as it is selfish but what Elktaur wanted was respect: he appreciated human stuff and human culture even though he didn’t like humans themselves. He wanted understanding when humans wouldn't understand him and none of his own kind 'knew him' Jack Skellington-style. He was smitten by and then hooked on Mysterious PrincessWoman when she did the thing he always wanted and NOTICED him, and she knew her magic. Lord knows how much of a simp he'd be had he really gotten to know her - the tragedy in the actual story is he didn't. He let the ghosts in. He was too wrapped up in his own self loathing and inferiority complex that for this one moment, he made what would be the biggest mistake of his life. Not just his life, EVERYONE's lives. Anyway

this is why Elktaur 100% deserved to die and why his death was actually a HAPPY ENDING for the character.

We don't see the final look on his face when Mystery Woman stabs down but we do see him reach for the shadow of his antlers. He’s finally back together, his pain’s finally over, he wouldn’t hurt her anymore- he prolly still didn't want to die but he even says he has peace. Best of all, he got to hear what the General needed to hear and what the Nowhere King had longed to hear for so many years:

''Don't you know I would have loved you the way you were?'' - Mysterious Woman

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A lot of my sizzling hot Nowhere King (I refer the whole character; elktaur, elk/nwk, and the General as that cuz that's how I knew him for months before the finale +makes it easier) takes are rooted in my amateur horror junkieness

Already made this point but Nowhere King is a reversed-Seth Brundle: Brundlefly is horrifying because he's conflicted about, but still absolutely willing to do, what he almost does to Veronica- you can't completely blame the fly part of him any more than you can't completely blame Seth. Just as Brundlefly as a whole isn't blameless for what either side of him did, neither Elktaur's sides can't be the 'good' or 'bad' side and can't really be forgiven for either's actions - they are one in the same. NWK in particular reminds me of Frankenstein's monster from the book:

'' I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other. I may be a Hogwarts Student, but I'm also a satanist '' - The Wretch, 4 real

Maybe another reason I'm protective of my General boi getting the diss is because General reminds me of Adelaide from Us. ((major Us spoilers incoming)). There's so many ways to view Us, but me personally I just can't see Adelaide as wholey evil +uncaring like Red (the REAL Adelaide) says she is. She had a very sympathetic motiv to switch herself out as a child, given what tethered are, but also given what tethered are, knew nothing BUT that reality and how to behave. By the time she was an adult she'd realized how to love others and talk she'd realized the gravity of what she'd done as a child, buried that reality until she believed she WAS the real Adelaide at heart, and in the end she would do anything to protect the family she had and had 'earned' but was still responsible for the Tetheredpocalypse and everyone who wasn't her fam dying.

Final thoughts/TL:DR --

-In "Once Shattered Now Whole" NWK's not just reliving the memory of him cucking himself, he's remembering witnessing in real time him LYING to the woman he loves and being unable to do anything about it.

Dying with regrets IS NOT the same as a 'last minute redemption arc'- ohmayhawd get off TvTropes whydon't you?

Nowhere King/Elktaur is a war criminal and an emotional abuser but I draw the line at the insistence he doesn't genuinely love Mystery Woman. He does; genuine love doesn't make you a good person or your actions hurt any less. Want a familial example of this with a better ending and an antagonist who isn't a villain? See Encanto.

I wonder how much less hate there'd be for General if he were also voiced by Brian Stokes Mitchell. Mitchell can do a younger voice and has range- I think the inference that General is a completely different person is swayed by him having a different VA.

Yes I watched all of Centaurworld again to proof read this and wholy moley is General so much more interesting when you realize he's Elktaur AND I love all the hints to his true nature. ((when he arrives back in the camp in S2 ep 6 it first appears as though a centaur is approaching: "I know my enemies better than I do my Allies": him playfully pretending to not be who he is when he first meets Rider feels very Elktaurish to me: I HAVE MORE...))

Elktaur is the ACTUAL king of the tumblr sexymans and NOT Onceler cuz he's multiple characters at once and actually well written. Lorax 2012 could maybe be saved if Lorax DeVito had killed Oncie with his own ax but you can't have everything,can you...

#centaurworld #centaurworld nowhere king #centaurworld general #centaurworld elktaur #centaurworld season 2 #nowhere king #the general #franki's features

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Undead Unluck ch. 142 thoughts

[141 2/3 Chance of Winning]

According to translator David Evelyn, Void’s character design is based on Balrog from Street Fighter, and his opponent for the title match, Ed, is based on Balrog’s protege. When we see him in a couple pages, he’s even got Ed’s hairstyle! A fun little reference that I unfortunately couldn’t have caught on my own. Speaking of, that bit about “Shinora fashion” last week was a reference to a 90′s pop artist, Tomoe Shinohara, who inspired a particular fashion boom at the time. Maybe I should try to find Cipher Academy’s translator’s twitter so I might get similar updates there

Fuuko points out that Void is as tall as if not taller than Andy, but honestly that’s not where the similarities end. Dude basically has the same hairline, same brow, even the same smile. No wonder Void was introduced wearing that mech suit, Tozuka probably didn’t want to get called out for sameface so early on

Nico’s statement that the match will be one “that’ll never make the history books” is a really powerful line, a stark reminder that the Union’s efforts won’t be known to humanity, even with such a public spectacle as this. We see it in more detail later in the chapter, so I’ll cover it then, but it’s sad knowing that they’ll forever be unsung heroes

Void assumes that Fuuko is just a fan trying to get an autograph, which is frankly a natural response considering how ludicrous it is for a kid to jump on stage and demand to fight a professional boxer. I love the detail that he asks if Fuuko is spelled with an F or an H, because the “fu” kana is actually in the H’s: ha, hi, fu, he, ho, so technically it’s pronounced hu. If you listen closely when a character pronounces fu, you might even hear it. It’s interesting for an American to question that, though; does Void know Japanese? How worldly of him (though he does spell it Fuko)

Fuuko’s little pouty face as Void treats her like a child is honestly downright adorable, and frankly this is the kind of humanizing moment that Void’s been really missing. When he first showed up, he was just a bruiser and frankly a huge jerk, diminishing Andy and Fuuko to “UMA freaks.” Idiot wasn’t even clear on the difference between UMA and Negators, what a meathead. But now we see that he’s a real showman, always ready to meet a fan head on, going straight to taking photos and giving autographs despite how clearly rude Fuuko’s being in this situation

Nico suggests using the memory manipulator to make everyone see Fuuko as Ed, but Fuuko refuses, as she wants to face Void (and by extension all of the other Negators) as herself without hiding behind tricks or disguises. If she wants to build a team that trusts her to succeed and have their back, and in turn will have her back, she needs to be genuine with them and not manipulate them. When she met Nico, she couldn’t tell him about his fate lest she change his future for the worse, which made it difficult for him to trust her, but because she so earnestly admitted that it was because she wanted what was best for him, he chose to trust her anyway. Even when she got Ed to back out of the fight, she convinced him it was because he was in danger rather than by hypnotizing him, so Fuuko really won’t try to take away anyone’s autonomy if she can help it, which I think is a quality of a good leader

I think it’s Fuuko’s sincerity that also finally convinces Void that she’s not just a fan; when she stops trying to make it a spectacle and simply looks him in the eye, he can tell that she has every intention of fighting him. This in turn sparks bloodlust in Void, which Fuuko feels quite literally like a punch to the face. Seeing Fuuko’s face caving in, even if it’s just a visual metaphor, was extremely jarring and downright terrifying for a moment; this is a dude who’s punch killed a champion-level boxer, would Fuuko really be able to survive a sucker punch to the nose like that?

What’s really cool though is that even though she’s clearly shaken by Void’s intensity, Fuuko gets this huge grin on her face, like this is exactly what she wanted (which it is). Fuuko recognizes how big of a threat Void is, but she knows the only way to get through to him is to face him head on, so getting his attention and respect is a huge step forward

Void then tries to dissuade Fuuko from fighting him not because he’s out of her league, but because he’s out of her weight class; it’s not appropriate for someone like him to fight someone like her, so while he’s convinced that she’d be capable of fighting well based on her spirit, he’s understandably not willing to take on an opponent so far outside of regulation

He tries to tell Fuuko that they’re from different worlds, but Fuuko insists that they’re from the same world: Earth. This fits in really well with a point that I made a while ago, that both the Sun and Moon themselves are representatives of the Gods, so the Earth is representative of mankind. Dividing a sport into weight classes is a rule set in place for safety regulations, but as is customary for Undead Unluck, Rules are not meant to restrain personal freedoms, so loopholes like “I’m not a professional boxer, so weight class rules don’t apply to me” is perfectly reasonable logic

Void gets fired up and decides he’s ready to fight Fuuko, charging straight in while calling for the cameras to get shut off, while Fuuko herself insists that they keep rolling. I assume Void wanted to brawl and didn’t want the world seeing that, while Fuuko probably either wanted to build the world’s hype for the title match or was willing to use this moment in place of it. It doesn’t really matter what the motivations are, though, cus honestly that exchange is just really cool and leads into a fun confrontation

Fuuko ducks, but the hood stays behind and gets caught on Void’s fist. Void’s punch rips the hood right off, which is a little sad considering that he told Fuuko to treasure it, but that probably goes to show how much more Void values the thrill of the battle than the petty symbols of fame. Fuuko lands a body blow, impressing Void with her speed and quick decision time. The force of Void’s attack rattled her brain a bit though, so she bit her lip to force herself to remain conscious. Can you imagine if she took that blow? Probably would’ve knocked her block off

Void is so impressed that he decides to take Fuuko up on her offer, though he worries about the corporate sponsors; because the rest of the world’s opinion of her isn’t really a big deal and she already got Void’s approval, Fuuko doesn’t really mind brainwashing everyone else to be hyped by what they saw rather than rightly concerned about a deranged fan jumping a professional boxer and nearly getting her face punched in. It’s sad that with so much excitement from the crowd that they’re undoubtedly going to have their memories erased after everything is said and done, but honestly I would like it if the match is so fun for everyone that Fuuko decides to let the world remember Void as the fighter he is rather than take that glory away from him, but we’ll see in a chapter or two

Void thanks Fuuko for reminding him of the days in his youth where he fought for the sake of fighting, meeting all kinds of opponents rather than just the “approved” challengers. He recounts this phase of his life as being lucky, implying that he feels lucky to have met our resident bad-luck charm, a lovely sentiment despite his horrifying expression

Meanwhile, in the background, Gina is absolutely losing it having to watch Fuuko getting attacked; she doesn’t seem to have gotten the memo that Fuuko is literally here to fight the guy, and goes straight into making Unchanging hands and feet, presumably kicking off her shoes to get ready for battle in an instant. What’s really funny is that, thanks to Unchange, Gina is absolutely more than a match for Void, despite the fact that without it he’d probably tear her to pieces

Nico thinks that Fuuko’s attack didn’t phase Void, but we cut to Void with a big enough bruise on his gut that he actually needs to lean on the wall for a sec. He claims that the attack hit him from the inside out, which I believe is a move that’s more common in Asian martial arts than Western boxing. When I used to do tae kwon do, one of the sections of my black belt advancement test was to break the last board in a stack without breaking the previous two, which was NOT A THING THAT THEY’D TAUGHT ME BEFORE THAT POINT, SO I DON’T KNOW HOW THEY EXPECTED ME TO DO IT THEN! Hardly seems fair now that I think about it...but I digress. It’s not unreasonable for Fuuko’s move to disperse the force past Void’s muscles into his organs, though maybe it’s more fantastical than that and Fuuko has learned to use ki attacks by manipulating her soul? I don’t really mind either way, I’m just excited to see another facet of Fuuko’s growth as a fighter

I don’t remember if I brought it up in a previous week, but the idea that Fuuko’s first fight in a Quest is against Void is shockingly fitting since Void was actually the first Negator that she and Andy fought against in the beginning of the series. Sure, we’ve seen her fight and defeat Feng, but this is a Quest, the true starting line of her journey as the head of the Union; starting off by confronting an opponent she couldn’t even hope to face alone at the beginning of the story is a beautiful little bookend to lead into the final phase of the story

Actually, now that I think of it...this is being televised to the world, yeah? Undead Unluck is kind of like One Piece or Dragon Ball in that the events of one arc generally have connective tissue to the next; if the world sees Fuuko battling Void, then other Negators are going to see it too, aren’t they? This could well have far reaching implications for how she’ll meet Billy or Juiz, but I think that this would be a great time to get the message out to Andy that the Quests have begun. While it’s possible that we won’t see Andy joining the Union until Ragnarok approaches, I certainly don’t want to wait until the literal final battle for Andy and Fuuko to be reunited. They were apart so long during the Spring arc, and then they barely had any time back together in the Ruin arc before being separated by the Loop, I want to see my favorite couple god dammit!

Next week’s fight is shaping up to be real exciting, and like I said, I’m endeared to Void now after all this time, so even if it won’t be remembered in the context of the story, I’m sure this is going to be an iconic moment in the series going forward!

#undead unluck #fouryearsandananime #4y1a reviews

[sunlightandsuffering]

omg i live for the teacher Eren and MILF mikasa plot!!!! that drabble was so fun and cute to read and i’m so looking forward to more if there is 😂 lys u really give us the best drabbles!

AWW I'M HAPPY! ur honestly too sweet anon!! 💗 But i' happy to do, it i'm feeling creative and y'all are giving great inspo!! they're honestly so cute, I think i'm gonna run with this parent trap thing tho that's so funny!!!

"Nico," Mikasa hisses for the third time in twenty minutes, she's never had to discipline her child so much, and that's saying something because he's usually being a little monster, but today he's an absolute gremlin. Nico shrugs remorseless for his dig, "It's true mommy, you do spend a lot of time with Mr. Yeager." Mikasa gives her kid 'the look', the one that's proven ineffective thus far but promises punishment when they get home before turning back to her date with a large fake smile. "That's just his teacher, he really loves him." "So do you mommy," Nico pipes up yet again from around his chicken strips, "I heard you saying to Aunty Sasha that you'd show him a lot of love if you could, that you'd lock him up or something," Nico mumbles as his sticky little fingers go in for another lick of honey mustard. Mikasa's smile remains tight as she stares at her date, the one Sasha had set her up on, a playdate between her coworker and his daughter and her and Nico. So far, Nico has barely spoken a word to the little girl sitting on the other side of the table silently, too preoccupied with sabotaging his mother's date. Mikasa gives her date another tight smile, "He's joking." "I'm not, you said you'd take Mr. Yeager home with you and lick him up and down," Nico licks plum sauce from his chicken strip before going in to dip his fries in some ketchup as if to assert the kind of actions Mikasa said she wanted to perform on his teacher. Mikasa wants to die, her hand coming up to give Nico's shoulder a tense squeeze, she regrets being so lax around him now, but she never thought it would come back to bite her in the ass so much. "Nico," Mikasa says sternly, "Why don't we stop talking about Mr. Yeager." Nico shrugs, looking up at her date earnestly with all the innocence of a conniving six year old, "I think it's kind of gross to want to lick someone, are you sure you want to date her?"

It is at precisely this point when Mikasa decides her date is simply a lost cause, she's never going to accomplish anything with the Eren Yeager fan club next to her.

"You know, I think we're gonna head out, great to meet you though," she tells her date diplomatically before grabbing her kid by the ear and dragging him and his pirate pack towards the car, how did she end up raising such a little heathen?

#teacher eren and milfkasa #lys's drabbles #lys's idiocy