#but we kept pausing to be like wow this is so bad and yet it looks so crisp

[poprockspillage]

i keep thinking about how bad the fnaf movie was despite the high production value. the really incredible animatronics and the beautiful sets and cinematography for the horribly flat script

#poprock txt #i’m not a fnaf guy i watched it w my bf for research purposes #but we kept pausing to be like wow this is so bad and yet it looks so crisp #sometimes a thing being bad at the core but having high production value just makes it look tacky

[spacemagicandlaserswords]

The Bad Batch 3.1 ‘Confined’ Recap

Image from this post by @isthereanechoinhere96

Fuck you for starting with that line

Why are the captions in a serif font?

Going heavy on the theme of freedom for the clones already in the recap. Foreshadowing?

Rex!

CODY

Meme by u/No-Needleworker5295 on Reddit

Ah fuck here we go again

Why must I be made to relive this?

Damn the music is really hitting hard and it’s only the recap

Spoilers for Season 3 below!

Mayday! *sobs*

Oh great, it’s fuck face again

Hemlock being a bastard as per usual

Poor Omega

“Prisoner? Omega, you are no such thing.” Said to the child kept in a cage.

Still not trusting and heavily side eyeing Emerie

Why do they let Omega carry around a little lunchbox? That seems like an obvious security risk. As does the cell with a window, even if it has a heavy grate on it.

LMAO Crosshair looks the saddest, wettest, most bedraggled little meow meow in existence

Who are those other clones??? I must know

Why are they taking blood samples from the top of the hand? That seems like the least useful place to take it from

“All of us serve a purpose here” Big oof

The shots and framing are making it pretty clear that the blood, and Omega's blood in particular, is important

So many commandos with the glowing visors

Oh, it’s a door scanner. I thought Omega was sitting in a cell in that shot in the trailer

Nala Se (derogatory)

Lmao that wasn’t even subtle. She just destroyed Omega’s blood sample without even hiding what she was doing

“This research, it’s not like what we did on Kamino, is it?” Pretty sure what you did on Kamino was just as horrific. Though you can’t really blame Omega for that seeing as she’s a literal child who was also probably experimented on

M-count. That’s midi-chlorians isn’t it. Lol they aren’t even being subtle about this. Force sensitive clones ahoy!

“Experiments on the specimens” Jesus H Christ

Vault? That doesn’t bode well

Everything about this episode is very eerie and sinister

Ok that is an excessive, overkill amount of security. Who the fuck is in there?

And straight into electrocuting space dogs. Great.

I knew the lunchbox was for hiding something!

Batcher? Aw, she named them after the Bad Batch

Yes, stick your arm into the cage with the aggressive space dog. That’s a good idea

Nuggies???

He was shivering T_T

Who are all of these clones??? I keep pausing the video and zooming in but I can’t see any identifying characteristics on any of them yet. 

And there he is

Oh fuck Crosshair’s hand is shaking. I know most people have probably watched the clip of this already but I deliberately didn’t. Shaking hands for a sniper is Not Good. That’s his right hand too, so presumably his trigger hand/finger/whatever it’s called? Is this a physical injury inflicted on him by their experiments or PTSD or both?

I’m intrigued at how much relative freedom they’re giving Omega. She’s not being kept in a cell all the time like the other clones. Though I suppose this is part of their plan to make Nala Se cooperate.

Ok the tap dripping in Omega’s cell is definitely a visual metaphor for how repetitive, dreary, and isolating this all is

That’s 21 tally marks

Oh, she made a straw Lula. Ow

[shrieking in distance] – what shrieking? Captions, what are you going on about?

Oh fuck that’s a lot of tally marks. And a hair change. Lots of time has clearly passed. They’ve updated Omega’s model too but I think it’s a tad heavy handed as she hasn’t aged that much.

Wow, she didn’t even look at Crosshair. Is this attitude change Omega being ground down by what’s happening to her or something she’s doing deliberately to try and play along and be more cooperative so she can find out about more stuff? Also, that’s the second time she’s walked past Crosshair in the same spot at the same time of the day. That seems deliberate. 

Lol could you be any more obvious with the lighting in that shot that Omega’s blood is important? It’s like the vial of her blood has a moody spotlight on it. Important plot point here!

Nooooo Batcher’s hurt 😭

Bacta sponge?

“If I get the chance to escape, I wouldn’t think twice about leaving you behind.” Hmmm, you keep telling yourself that Crosshair

“I’m not them.” T_T

“Don’t risk anything for me. I belong in here.” Oooooooooowwwwwwwww

“None of us belong in here.” Damn right

There is some really lovely cinematography and framing in this scene between Omega and Crosshair

Well that was brutal and heavy handed

A successful transfer? A successful transfer of what?

The “specimen” has a high M-count. So they’re force sensitive. Now for the speculation on who it is?

“You should not question my loyalty to science, Doctor.” LMAO bitch what?

Urgh, of course they’re killing the dog once it’s friendly

Ahahaha squished

Aw, she’s setting Batcher free but she doesn’t want to go. 

“I didn’t know you were so cruel, Omega.” Oh fuck right off

Piss weak attempt to help there Emerie

Hemlock getting his evil baddie laugh moment

Clever. Omega knows why she’s here.

Urgh, of course Hemlock would threaten Crosshair to get Omega to cooperate.

Re-education?!?!?! You sick fuck

“Actions always have consequences. Sometimes not in the ways we imagine.” I am really hoping that line comes back to bite him in the ass later on

Oh fuck off with bring back the doll Emerie. That is such a bait to try and get Omega to like her and behave

That’s 164 tally marks. Omega’s been on Mount Tantiss for 5 and a half months

Aw, Batcher made it out. And that’s the crashed shuttle from earlier that she’s howling on the top of. More foreshadowing?

#the bad batch #star wars #tbb #tbb s3 #tbb season 3 #tbb s3 spoilers #tbb spoilers #bad batch #the bad batch season 3 #bad batch season 3 #sw tbb #star wars tbb #star wars the bad batch #clone force 99 #tbb omega #tbb crosshair #omega #crosshair #the bad batch 3.1 confined #the bad batch spoilers

[st-kitten]

“you’re lucky I like you”

MIGUEL O’HARA x THIEF READER warnings: none, fluff, soft miguel, cute miguel words: 2,705

He shouldn't have kept you around. Miguel was no fool—even if you mistook him for one. He should have brought you to the police, but you both knew he wouldn't.

“What did you do this time?” he asked, feigning annoyance. He had known why. Miguel had wanted to hear her say she wanted him, though. She had been like an addiction. He had kept coming back knowing it wasn't good for him. No matter how much he had tried to stop, it had been futile. He was hooked.

“Wow, you’re perpetually annoyed, aren’t you?”

“Perpetually annoyed, and not ashamed of it,” Miguel replied, crossing his arms, “Especially after dealing with idiots like you for the past year.”

He didn’t break eye contact with the criminal before him.

“Drama queen much? If I annoy you that much, why’d you come? Why not send someone else?” You say.

“I would be the last one to admit to such bullshit,” he growled, “I’m an adult. I have responsibilities. One of those responsibilities is putting criminals like you in the hands of the police where they belong.”

But he couldn’t help his mind from wandering. He’d done this countless times with her, and yet, he still hadn’t managed to capture her. It wasn’t normal. It was impossible. And Miguel hated impossible. Just thinking about it irritated him.

“So, where’s the police? Or have you got some other ideas?” You asked, smirking.

His heart skipped a beat. Miguel stared at the woman before him, at the taunting, sultry smirk on her lips. If looks could kill, that woman would’ve been dead the very first time he laid eyes upon her.

“You know I’m not gonna take you to the police yet,” Miguel said, not taking his eyes off her. “So I guess you know what that means.”

“How could I know what it means? I’m just an idiot…” you said, pretending to be dumbfounded.

Miguel couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at that. The stupid criminal before him wasn’t nearly as stupid as she wanted to make herself sound. He could read her like a book. “Don’t play stupid”, he said matter-of-factly, “It doesn’t suit you.”

“Oh, come on, can’t a girl play around a little?”

“Not when your ‘playing around’ results in innocent lives being lost,” Miguel countered, staring her down. “It’s a miracle you haven’t killed anyone yet.”

“You’re welcome!” You said with a playful glint in your eye.

“Oh, so I’m supposed to thank you for not killing more people than you already have?” Miguel snapped back. “That’s rich.” He rolled his eyes sarcastically. This girl had some nerve…

You shrugged. “So, if we’re not going to the police, can we at least go and have a bite to eat? I’m ravenous…”

He was stunned for a few seconds. Not only was he taken aback by that remark, he’d never actually heard a criminal say something like that before, let alone to him. “Are you for real right now?” Miguel asked, “Like actually.” His eyes narrowed, a curious look on his face. He was getting mixed messages from this woman.

“Yes, I’m for real right now. Aren’t you hungry too, from all the chasing around and catching bad people?”

He paused for a moment or two, thinking about it for just about the first time in his life. As much as he hated to admit it, he WAS a little hungry. Plus, it’d give him a good excuse to keep her near him at all times.

“Fine,” he relented, “But I’m not paying.”

“Well, I’m the rich one…as you said…”

“Rich? You’re a criminal,” Miguel reminded, “Any money you can get your hands on was earned unlawfully.” He put his hands on his hips, staring her down, daring her to say something back. They’d had this argument before.

“I’m not arguing with you on an empty stomach. Now, will you please come with me? There’s a nice Mexican place around here.”

He let out a sigh, defeated, “Fine”, Miguel replied, “Only this time.” He couldn’t help but think he’d been baited right into her little game. He knew she was laughing at him in her mind, mocking his pride and his honour.

They both walked into the Mexican diner. He picked a seat in the far corner and they both sat down. The lights from the window peeked in and illuminated their faces.

“You ever tried a burrito?”

He looked at her curiously. “You’re seriously asking me right now if I’ve ever tried a burrito?” Miguel asked, letting out his best mocking chuckle of the night, “I’m Hispanic. I practically live on beans and rice.”

He smirked. “I think I can handle a burrito,” he said, clearly teasing her back.

“Let’s see it. Order the spiciest burrito you can find.” You suggested.

Miguel frowned at her request. “The spiciest?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. Now, he liked spicy food as much as the next guy, but the spiciest? The spiciest the Mexican restaurant could make? What was she trying to prove? “Alright, sure,” he shrugged, “If you think I’m such a scaredy-cat.”

“Never said so…”

When it arrived, Miguel took a huge bite of the burrito, all while staring her down. His face contorted in disgust as he tried to chew it down. He grimaced, tried to hold back a cough. His eyes watered, his nose started running, and all the color drained from his face. “Holy…” Miguel sputtered, grabbing his glass. “That thing is hotter than the fires of hell. Where the hell did you bring me?!”

You smirked, effortlessly eating your spicy burrito. Not a single sign of discomfort on your face.

“Only the best Mexican diner in the city.”

“You ate that thing easily,” Miguel said, through the pain and tears in his eyes, “Like it’s nothing.” He was flabbergasted. No wonder they’d never caught her—she’d melt their faces right off with the flame from that food alone.

“It is nothing! If it were up to me, I’d put some more chillies and peppers in it.”

“You’re insane, you know that?” Miguel asked, finally calming down. “Not even my grandma could eat that thing with a straight face, and she ate jalapeños for breakfast!”

“So do I! What a coincidence!” you said sarcastically.

“You’re just as crazy as she was,” Miguel sighed. He knew it for sure. “You really enjoy setting me up, don’t you?” he asked, laughing a little, “I fall for it every time, and you know it.” He shook his head.

Taking a sip of his ice cold glass of water, Miguel stared at the criminal with a smile. “Not that I mind.”

“You’re fun. You make the chase interesting. And… I like seeing you every now and then.”

“So you like seeing me suffer? Is that it?” Miguel asked, a smirk growing on his face. “Or maybe you like watching me get so heated and frustrated.” He put his arms on the table and leaned in. “Maybe you like seeing me like this.” His eyes flashed a teasing gleam as a tiny smirk overtook his lips.

“Oh I do like what I’m seeing…” You said with a grin.

“Hey now, careful with those eyes,” Miguel replied playfully, putting a finger to them, “Or you might just take my breath away.” The look in her eyes made his heart skip a beat. She had this certain way about her that was, to put it simply: irresistible.

“Well, you’re still breathing, so we’re good. Would you like to share some ice cream?”

“That sounds like a great offer right about now”, Miguel admitted, “I suppose I’d love to. You got a sweet tooth or something?” He asked, tilting his head. He’d never thought to ever hear that come from a criminal before. It made him smile.

“I have a spice tooth. You shouldn’t be surprised if I find a place that sells spicy ice cream…” you say jokingly.

“You are one cruel human being,” Miguel commented lightly, “How dare you suggest such a thing?” His mouth curled into a grin as he took the suggestion one step further.

“Tell you what, take some jalapeños from these leftovers and let’s put it in whatever ice cream we eat.”

“Ay, dios mío.” Miguel sighed, already dreading the idea of the monstrosity of a sweet and spicy treat that his companion was suggesting. “I don’t like the way you think.”

The way this girl thought worried Miguel. He wasn’t too sure if he should be more amused or more scared.

You find an ice cream parlour and order a variety of ice creams, hiding small slices of jalapeños in them, not knowing when you might bite them

“Okay, your turn,” you said.

Miguel took a massive spoonful of his ice cream, and as he bit into it…it was as spicy as he though it’d be! “Jesus Christ…” he exclaimed, his face contorting and making an expression of pure shock.

“Was this your plan the entire time?” He asked, chuckling a little, although clearly out of pain. He had to hand it to the girl…she was evil…in a cute way.

“Tell me you’re not having fun right now…”

He had to admit it…this girl was a force to be reckoned with, and it took a lot to admit that. “I guess…I guess I kind of am,” Miguel admitted sheepishly, feeling his chest tighten the more he spoke. It wasn’t often that the man let his guard down.

“Not that I’m enjoying the spice,” he clarified, “But I’m enjoying this strange yet…intriguing dynamic we’ve got going on.” He smiled, looking at her with a twinkle in his eye.

“That’s the spirit. What do you say we take this to go and walk around the city? I can show the places I’ve robbed so far…” you said jokingly, but innocently.

“Ah, we going for a stroll now, I see,” Miguel said, “Sure, why not? As long as you promise to not steal anymore.” At this comment, he knew full well what the girl’s answer would be. He smirked, knowing she’d never stop being a criminal. But it was all in good fun. He knew he couldn’t help but crack a small smile.

You pay the ice cream vendor and Miguel wonders where all that cash came from.

Her wealth confused him to no end. When he was first tasked with capturing you, he’d always assumed you wasn’t that successful. But looking at all that cash, it seemed that assumption couldn’t have been more wrong. Now he really couldn’t help but wonder what he was getting himself into.

As you walked out of the ice cream parlor, Miguel couldn’t help but ask, “I don’t suppose you came by this money legally, did you?”

That’s up to you, I guess…” you said handing him his own wallet, that you’d picked earlier.

It dawned on him and he patted his pockets. “Argh, diablita, tenías que robarme la cartera, no?”

“Hey, you said you’re not paying, so I had to… somehow…” You shrugged innocently.

Miguel couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, then a full blown laugh. She was so sneaky, that girl. She could rob an entire bank and not leave the slightest trail behind. But this? This was…just low. “You could’ve stolen money from the bank,” he pointed out, as they began to walk again, “Not the person trying to stop you.”

“Where’s the fun in that? You know how much I love seeing you flustered…” you said nudging his arm. He jolted at the contact, but didn’t pull away.

“I do know you’re enjoying this,” Miguel huffed, “It’s like some sick game for you, right? You enjoy getting me riled up and annoyed, and I’m just sitting here letting it happen.” He shook his head. She was right…it was all just a game to her.

“Game or not, I do like you better than most policemen who come after me.”

He was caught off guard by the statement, but it was definitely a big compliment if he’d ever heard one. “Now that, you have to explain,” Miguel replied, walking by the side of the girl and looking down at her. “What’s not to hate about me, hmm?”

He was curious as to what made her like him so much. Sure, they had amazing banter, but was that really all it took to like someone?

“You’re sincere, Miguel. You put your best in your work and you mean well. I hate to take advantage of it, but I don’t mean to hurt you. I just love the thrill of it. What’s not to like about you? Have you met you? You’re fucking awesome”

He felt his face warm at the words. No one had ever spoken that highly of him, and to know it was the criminal he had been tasked to catch was oddly flattering. It made him want to be better—to put in twice as much work in order to show her that he could be good if he tried.

“Wow. You really mean it, don’t you? You actually think I’m…good?” He cleared his throat, looking at his own feet before back at her.

“Oh, my, are you blushing? Adorable. I like you even more now.”

“You—“ Miguel stuttered, feeling his face heat up even more as she teased him. He’d lost his composure in just an instant.

“Alright, alright, enough of those kinds of compliments,” he spoke lightly, “Let’s save that for later, alright? How about you focus on being a better criminal for the moment?”

“And how do I do that? Steal your heart or something?” You wiggled you eyebrows.

Miguel laughed at the comment. “As if you haven’t done that already,” he replied, half whispering.

He shook his head. “For now, I think your criminal activity should be kept to just stealing from the rich,” he said, his smirk growing, “There’s a line between stealing and causing harm…and you know that.”

“Alright… I can do that. But then I’d miss having you chase me to catch me.”

“Is that a challenge? Because let me tell you, I can play the long game, cariño,” Miguel challenged, turning his head to lock eyes with her. “I’m not giving up. Not now. Not ever.” He raised a brow. “You just wait until I finally catch you.”

“It won’t be easy,” you said, slightly leaning forward.

“I know it won’t…” Miguel huffed, rolling his eyes in a playful manner, “You’re incredibly elusive for just one person.” He smirked.

“But I promise that when you’re finally arrested, it’ll be worth it. Because you’ll be in prison for eternity. Maybe by then, you’ll have learned your lesson.” He smirked, a confident twinkle in his eye.

“Oh, but then you’d miss me… The streets would be no fun without me.”

He thought for a moment. He knew what she had said was true—if he ever managed to catch her. As much as he was trying to capture her and put her behind bars, something in him would miss her and those dangerous stunts she pulled and the criminal activity she got up to. Not to mention the fact he’d actually begin to miss the chase, too.

“Alright, I’ll give you that one, thief,” he sighed, “You’re right…the streets would be no fun without you.”

“That’s my boy.” You said as you leaned forward to peck Miguel’s cheek softly.

His heart was a mess now—he couldn’t focus on a single sentence. All he could see was her—the playful smirk she always wore, her rich brown eyes, her soft yet strong hands, her silky hair that flew like waves at the ends. He could lose himself in her appearance.

“You’re lucky I like you,” he responded softly, “Because if I didn’t…”

His voice trailed off and he didn’t finish his sentence.

You looked at him intently and your lips hovered over his. “… hell would break loose… wouldn’t it?”

The close proximity was driving him crazy. He was losing control, little by little, with every passing moment. It wasn’t long before he was leaning in, his lips meeting hers. He’d kissed her. He’d finally kissed her.

If he was falling for her before, he was plummeting at this point—and he was falling hard.

#fluff #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara #soft Miguel #thief reader #multiverse #burrito boy #ice cream girl

[millepara]

himitsu no aipri episode 1 (a week late)

it's been so long since I've written about a priseries (or any other idol) show... I'm realizing that I legit didn't think I'd ever get the chance again. I got tired of doing it before because I felt like I was either complaining too much (planet) or just happy abt everything that was happening (primagi) and thus had nothing interesting to say either way, but ever since watching aipri on sunday I've been looking forward to this... I think I'm just happy about new idol anime content after such a long drought tbh but it's something good that aipri has already brought us, no matter what you or I think of anything else about it.

I missed the first 5 minutes bc I was reading bad fanfiction in bed to wake up (nigh daily routine) and totally forgot abt aipri... then I did remember and had to sprint to my computer, but the stream kept stopping so I missed some critical stuff throughout. I liked the ep okay, but maybe actually seeing all of it will improve it?

ohhh ok it starts off with those cute lemon coords in the op. actually this does help, those coords are easily my favs that I've seen in aipri so far. esp Mitsuki's blue one is sooo cute... I am saying this as a person that buys every single blue gingham item of clothing I come across though haha. I will say that the coord & dance totally don't match the sort of sweeping fairytale (just mistyped that as dairytale. hm) majesty that the bgm and voiceover is going for, but...

oh, I didn't know that Mitsuki had a snippet of performance in here. I've seen it in gameplay videos already, I like it ok---wow, it's already over.

the way Mitsuki is pausing for her viewers to answer is just like shows for preschoolers... they're really going after that age group, huh. (do actual streamers do stuff like that....?)

oh, I already saw Himari get a call from her sister. looks like I only missed 1 minute.

that is the ugliest anime dog I've ever seen, hands down, but Hiiro is cute. I'm sure she's well on her way to being the Non or whoever the prichan little sister was of aipri, in terms of popularity.

I do think it is very, very interesting that in this pretty series anime which is aimed at perhaps the youngest audience yet, they have put the mc in a dorm, away from her family. weird. actually I am for the first time realizing exactly how many anime have schools with dorms. you'd think japan is overflowing w boarding schools but idk of a single one lmao...

Mitsuki: it sure was the right decision to move into the dorm!

Himari: (completely ignores her statement to bring up aipri)

Himari's look out of aipri is really cute, I've finally decided. it's a shame that her twintails as an aipri are such a weird shape??? why do they curve up on the outside like that, all I can see is a large intestine when I look at them...... :(

the first time I watched this my internet cut out just as Mitsuki's face was approaching Himari's. I knew what she was doing bc of the comic in the aipri fanbook, but still it was like, oh! looks like it's gonna be another totally straight pretty series show!

oh man, the op. the song itself is cute and catchy, but this vtuber's voice is just too much, and it gets more too much as the song goes on. I get the appeal of her being a "real-life aipri", and presumably she's popular so her fans might be drawn to watch, but I hope she doesn't sing the next op too..... oh you know what would be kind of cool is if every op was sung by a different vtuber. that way if one sucked we wouldn't have to hear them again, and they'd showcase a lot of different people.

Meganee is especially exceptionally cute in her op cameo!!!

oh. A Crush. let it be insignificant 🙏 but if they become idol princesses too I'll allow it.

I like Chii's voice a lot, and her passion regarding aipri, but on the list of things I'm finding myself saying "oh. shame :( " about is her unfortunate hairstyle. also speaking of things that remind me of other things, her name Chii Mamiya sounds like "chi mamire" (blood-soaked) or "chi mame" (blood blister). surely I am not the only Japanese understander who hears this.

Yusa Kouji-sensei has by far my fav character design in this show. he is officially my favorite aipri.

wow, it's the classic post-covid tv broadcast opening ceremony... a chillingly real element in this fantasy rich kid school. irl this is the first year since covid we've had in-person opening ceremonies in many schools, it's a shame they don't get to at paradise academy yet lmao

I'm not even going to touch this whole welcome speech. I'm just going to slowly back away and pretend like I didn't see anything.

I love the aikatsu-level background character design in this classroom!! bicolor twintails is cute.

I wonder if these elementary schoolers are relevant or are just there to show how many people are watching Himari.

lmao despite what I said about Chii I think we were sharing the same braincell when she said "Her Victoria levels are out of control!!" they totally are!!

am I misunderstanding this or did Victoria not ban aipri? didn't she say "in moderation" only...? this is literally the same kind of thing schools say irl abt cutting down on screen time. just more dramatic.

so the elementary kid is relevant. Yuma... will he be an aipri too? if not, why would he even exist?

I didn't catch the first time around that this bracelet was the one uh, Candy Motif was fiddling with in the student council meeting. where'd she get it from?

this is the least amount of love I've ever seen put into a commercial break eyecatch.

are the aimus... cute? I can't see it...

it's very funny that the lipstick immediately disappears when they go 3d. they knew it looks bad, and they've still gotta cram it in there for that single second to sell toys.

this cgi. I think everyone's said it so far, but it's really not the best... I think I might like the game's graphics a little better, even. I do like seeing the coords lit up at least.

P.O.P.P.Y is a cute enough song. it's just barely on the listenable side of the line for me, but I do think it's a great match for what aipri is going for. also that is definitely a dance that was made for preschoolers to imitate.

buzzalyume... idk if anyone is aware or not, but buzz is a word that's in really common use regarding social media in japan atm. like you would say "that's buzzing" (literally I mean, figuratively it's more like "that's all the buzz" like the english use of the word) about something that's all over your timeline or whatever. so it's not totally out of left field for them to choose that word in particular, but it doesn't mean that it sounds any less forced, that's for sure!!

Bear Bear Bear's voice is cute.

I don't like these emoji reactions all over the screen. not cute.

the ed is cute.

...finally, I watched it all. whew. I have to say, I was not wowed by it! but it was fine. it's far better than having no pretty series at all. I keep thinking "I'll put off my opinion till I know more about it" about aipri and I'm tempted to say it again now--in this episode we barely met the main two characters in favor of worldbuilding. it kind of makes sense as the first ep of a little kid show, but will the rest of the show stay at this same level of character depth? it's way too early to say. but for me, that's what'll determine how much I like it.

#i wrote so much yet thought so little

[cato616]

NEGOTIATING OVER US (part seven)

roman roy x fem reader

!note: sorry this one is quite short, I usually write these at night pretty late and try to finish them as fast as I can so I can post it lol

summary: you're definitely planning to go see roman at Connor's party, you want to speak your truth. Is it going to be a bad or a good party tonight?

content/warning: lot of fluff and maybe angst; alcoholism (not addiction tho)

i will be there, i promise.

You close the shop with Liza, you've been filling her in about the roman situation, she been asking all day about it. "oh my god... so that's what happened yesterday?" You nod with your head. "well that is a complicated situation, and you don't have to feel bad about it honey" She tenderly lets you know. You were fine tho, it didn't hurt like it did before. "oh yeah i know" you said very sure of yourself. "i can't fix him, i mean, who could fix roman roy" You laugh with Liza and then you paused, feeling a shock wave of emotions, making you speak in depth. "i think tho..." you feel your mind full of veracity. "i think that he might feel some kind of safe space when we stand close to each other..." Liza gazed at you, comforting you with a smile; she thinks that you may now know want to want. Then you both walk out going down the street, hugging each other side by side. "it's complicated, but it's different... you need this" Liza states. "because, life's not perfect, and you may not want to let go of it." You think it was good advice, or at least, it's what you wanted to hear.

You finally get home, ready to start war with your closet. You first get a shower; and by then you get to your room to put some music to not make your little movie-like montage seem sombre.

You open your wardrobe, and began to dig in there, hoping to find some gold.

<outfit one> cute dress, actually could fit in with it since they wear the fanciest dresses... but no, not there yet.

<outfit two> oh wow... i look, jesus... but no, too too sexy for me and for the party's vibe. i look good, but no, i don't even know why I have this.

<outfit two> oh that's some really great pants actually... but what do I put upwards, that's just my bra. do i have a top?

"oh for fuck sake this is SO HARD, it's easier to go NAKED" You yelled while looking for more clothing, then you remember just the top you haven't been using for a while. "HELL YEAH fucking eureka." You grabbed the top and put it on. "I knew it, that's fucking good, i need to grab that clear open shirt to complete this mistical outfit."

You finally completed level one; you were all black. Then you continued on doing your make up very quickly. Then fix your hair a little bit, gave some last touches, grabbed your purse, and then decided to start running over there. You were about to leave then suddenly, you hear knocking on your door. You stopped mid way through opening the door, by then of course you did, to see who it was. "Hello? you are..." You didn't know the man how was standing right in front of you, very tall and large, looked like those security guys at the building. "Ms y/n, sorry to barge, Mr roy sent me here to collect you to give you a ride to the party" Said the very large man. "Oh, well, actually that doesn't sound so bad, i wasn't liking the idea of looking like this while taking the subway." You muttered. "Subway you said?" he accidentally chuckles by then tries to compose himself back, but kept on smiling, even when you were coming down the elevator. Jesus, they really haven't touched a bus in their lives.

You get outside the streets of your building; the driver opens the back door for you when you were about to do it, you smile at him through the pain, it's so painfully fancy that makes a little bit uncomfortable, but you try not to judge and enjoy the moment. Actually you aren't enjoying one bit, you've been biting the skin off your fingers for the last 5 minutes now, thinking your every movement for when you'll get there: even your shoulders were tense, it looked like shoulder pads ready to play some football. "hey... it might not be my saying, but, it's okay if these aren't your thing, but you'll be okay, you already know you're not one of them, so definitely be yourself, ok?" The driver was nicer than you thought. You shaked your head when you didn't know what to say like if you wanted to say sorry for not making a response, and then nodded, "-yeah of course, t-thanks."

You arrived at last to the party; it definitely wasn't a small party, but apparently wasn't too big for the rich side. The driver opened your door very gently, you come out and was about to head in. "remember, yeah? yourself kid." You put your thumps up and smiled, and he smiled back; he then drove away.

There you were, standing outside, really scared; you start walking to the main door, then a woman with a tablet next to it, asks your name, later letting you go in.

Full of people, it was worse than the time you first went inside waystar's building. Didn't know where to go; of course your goal was to find roman eventually, didn't want to randomly text him tho, you needed to find him in person. Awkwardly greeting people you don't know wasn't really your plan, so you settled on waiting at the bar, didn't feel very chatty yet. "Are you ordering anything?" The bartender caught off guard. "Um... yeah actually, could i have some... vodka and sprite? i think." Very nervous to say anything. "coming right up" You smiled satisfied. "and i might... need some shots after" You mumbled, but he still heard.

You were given your vodka and you immediately start drinking like life depends on it. "oh god... ugh, too fast damn... another one" You requested. He made you the other drink and you chucked it in as well. You were feeling great actually, a bit dizzy but still very tense. "Let's do the shots now mr bartender thank you" You asked in a funny way... you get drunk pretty easily, fast metabolism. "... sure." He didn't feel worried like that, since it's his job to mix alcohol with more alcohol, he just felt curious about your desire for it. He made three shots, although you weren't sure you would be able to drink all three. You drank the first one, "wo-Woah, that felt a little bit strong" However you didn't care, your mission was to feel, something else. You were wondering if roman was looking for you, or just waiting for you; right now, you weren't ready to see him yet. You took the second shot. aw why am I doing this to myself. Although deep down is what you wanted. And there it was, the last shot; you looked at it, trying to focus on the glass, feeling dizzy already, so, should you take it? it might wear off quite fast, then i should drink it. "Yo, you really don't have to drink if you don't want to." He tells looking straight at you putting himself in front. "oh, shut up mr bartender, i can take it." Definitely drunk already. So you grabbed the shot, and the next thing you knew, it was slowly going through your throat, burning you one last time. I better not throw up, i already regret this.

You gradually stand up from your seat, taking step by step. "thank you mr bar... mr bartender, have a great week" You already went away from the bar but he had replied, "it's the weekend tho, but you too..."

You didn't know which way you were supposed to take. Everything was quite a blur, but you managed to walk around with no problem at all, at some point. You didn't know where to go, so you sat on top of some stairs at the corner of it. You weren't feeling very tipsy, you looked up the celling, and you sigh. It didn't make you feel that good after all, just a little bit, it did make you loosen up. People passed by and you wouldn't notice, you just kept observing the place around you, but, you did feel a little sad you weren't trying to talk to the people, you could even hear your mother's opinion about that; so you felt a tiny bit stupid about the drinking. You thought coming over would be different, but maybe you were wrong. I should get out of here, it isn't worth it.

"y/n? uuh what are you sitting down there?" You could hear the voice you wanted to hear all night just right in front of you. You instantly look up at him, and stood up rapidly. "Roman!!" You were so drunk that you couldn't hide your excitement. "oh wow, this morning you were like a statue and now you almost look like you had a sugar-crush" He said feeling mazed by your grand reaction. "I had some fuel to feel up my empty tank of energy" You were surprised you could even finish that sentence. "oh, so you had some drinks... but i think too much maybe? don't you think?" You can't control your emotions when you're this unstable. "Oh come on roman stop judging me, I'm here, i came..." You implied, as you were getting closer to him, again, you can't control your emotions. And there was nothing but pure eye contact. "Yes, you did came" He slowly adds when he then fix your hair and tucks it back behind your ear, and then tries to put his hand on your cheek. "oh wow you're hot" your face doesn't change, huge smiley drunk face. "thank you" you reply. He laughs kindly at your response. "no I'm, yes i mean, y-you're literally hot, are you... feeling okay?" He seemed a little worried. "i think... (you zoned out for a while) not." Yet you still kept on grinning. "Oh okay um... i think you should go sit somewhere, or maybe leave?" leave? Since you couldn't think that straight, of course you were now thrown out by his remark, and made you stand back. "hold on, you want me to leave?" So embarrassingly sad. "no I didn't say it like that, you definitely are really drained, how many did you take?" he asked. "like this..." You tried to make the numbers with your hand but mistakenly made the rock and roll sign. "yeah well that says everything, let's go" He showed his hand to you so you could take it. "to where?" you asked. "i think you should go to your place." You then grabbed his hand, and made you remember today's meeting with him. You got now even closer than before. "You're coming with me right? I'm not sure if I can go there alone" You suggested, tho it was true you would need someone to get you safe to your flat. "i will, i will come with you." He sincerely said while looking at your face up and down.

"okay so, then take me." Roman does what you say, and starts to take you out of the party while holding your hand to guide you outside.

And so you go both to your place.

continue.

#roman roy #roman roy x reader #roman roy x you #fem y/n #y/n #fem reader #succession #succession fic #roman roy fic #angst

[2thestars-andbeyond]

Beautiful Rose

Summary: In this fic Tamlin has a twin sister, Rosalind (Ros for short) After Tamlin denies Amaranthas advances yet again she decides to take what she thinks is stopping him from being by her side. 

Warnings: A few curse words. 

Being the princess of the Spring Court wasn’t all flowers and rainbows like you would think. After the death of my family, there was just me and my twin brother Tamlin. 

I sat in the window seat in my room overlooking my Mother’s rose garden. She always loved those roses and even named me after them. Rosalind. Which means “beautiful rose”. And that’s what my mother always called me. Father on the other hand, had many different names he liked to call me.. His favorite nickname for me was little princess, but he always said it in a mocking tone. 

There was a quick knock at my door and before I could respond to it, the door burst open and Lucien rushes in so fast that all I see is a flash of red and he’s standing by my side.

“Luc what are you doing? If Tamlin catches you in here–” I say quickly, but he interrupts me

“Ros, it's Tamlin. He’s on one of his rampages again. You have to come quickly.” He grabs my hand and drags me toward the door and out in the hallway. This is turning out to be a weekly occurrence. Me being dragged by my brother's emissary downstairs to calm the High Lord down.  

“What is it this time? Amarantha piss him off again?” Stupid bitch just can’t take “no” as an answer. She’d been pinning after my brother for decades upon decades now. Sometimes my twin senses make me wonder if they are mates. 

We stop abruptly and I almost fall. Lucien looks me in the face and says, “I’ve never seen him this bad.” It was then that I knew how serious the situation was. I pick up the skirts of my blush colored dress and I take off down the stairs. As I reach the foyer my eyes go wide. The front door is gone. There are scratch marks along the wallpapered walls, paintings tore off the wall and in pieces on the floor. Broken glass and flowers everywhere. 

I’m not surprised that I didn't hear this from my room upstairs. My room is warded so I can’t hear what goes on around the house, compliments to my loving Father for that. I hear screams from the hallway and maids come running out of the dining room. When we enter the door to the dining room, everything is in shambles there too. Wow thanks for ruining dinner too Tam. 

“It all started outside” I turn to Lucien. “You should see the front garden.” I hear a growl from the corner of the room, and I turn to see Tamlin in his beast form. I walk toward him with my hand out, not sure if he will attack me. I’m never sure if he will attack me when he is like this. 

“Brother” I say softly, “You want to turn back into your fae form? Maybe we can talk about whatever happened? Just me and you. We can take a walk through the rose garden.”

The growling turned into whimpering and when I placed my hand on the beast head, he turned back into a heaving high lord. Tamlin was gasping for air and mumbling incoherent words. Lucien snapped his fingers and clothes appeared on Tamlin. I kneeled down to where I was face to face with him on the floor. I grabbed his face. “Look at me brother, you are okay. We are back in the manor. Everything is fine.” I whispered softly. All Tamlin did was shake his head.

“Want to tell me what happened?” I ask. But Tamlin doesn’t reply. “Does it have something to do with her?” Still nothing. He just looks at Lucien like they are having a silent conversation. Great, something else I'll be kept in the dark about. I go to stand up, but Tamlin grabs my wrist.

“Tell me what happened, Tam. Please. I’ve never seen you like this. Don’t keep this between you and Lucien like you always do.” I look at him with pleading eyes. 

He swallows hard. “Amarantha. She’s–” he pauses and looks at Lucien who just nods his head as if telling Tamlin to go on. “Ros, she wants you under the mountain.” I give him a confused look. 

“Why me? I’m not the one that has denied her advances for the past few centuries.” I say standing. “I don’t understand any of this. First these stupid masks and your curse–”

“Not to mention the bitch took my eye,” added Lucien. 

“Our powers being fucked with.” I finished. I take a seat on a dining room chair that Tamlin didn't manage to rip to shreds. I run my hands through my hair. None of this makes any sense. Why in the name of the cauldron would she want me? Unless it was for leverage. 

“She asked me to be her consort.” Tamlin said and I shrugged my shoulders.

 “And? She has asked you that close to a thousand times over the years. She just wants to bed you.” 

“She’s got Rhysand for that now” Lucien commented. Poor Rhys. I can’t imagine what he must be going through under the mountain. We were once such good friends. I remember the look in the beautiful violet eyes- revenge. I cringe at the memory of that horrible night. 

“I denied her again. She was furious.” Tamlin paused, running a hand through his hair. “She said that since I won’t love her, she is coming to take the female I do love.” 

Just then the dining room filled with darkness. I stood clinging onto Lucien. Wind blew my hair around my head. Lucien grabbed the sword at his side. 

“Surely you don't plan to use that on me, do you? Fox-boy.” Purred Rhysand. He stood with darkness surrounding him. Violet eyes fixated on mine. “I’m here to collect a beautiful rose” He says with a feline-like smile on his face. 

“I won’t let you take her” Growls Tamlin. 

“Would you like to come in her place?” Tamlin stiffens next to me. “Didn’t think so.” Rhys smiles and turns back towards me. “Come on, we don’t want to keep the High Queen waiting.”

Tears threaten to spill from my eyes. What are they going to do with me? Hurry, she is waiting. I promise I won't let anything happen to you. I hear Rhysands voice in my head. I turn and hug Tamlin. 

“I love you sister. I will come for you.” Tamlin whispers in my ear. Rhysand laughs. 

“I doubt that” he says in a sing-songy voice rocking back and forth on his feet.  

Rhysand reaches his hand towards me, but when i go to take it, Lucien grabs me and pulls me close to his body giving Rhysand a look that could kill. He lets me go and I kiss his cheek. He places his hands on either side of my face and wipes the tears pouring down my face away with his thumbs. I put my hands around his wrists. 

“I will see you again. I promise.” He kisses the top of my head. 

Rhysand extends his hand again and as soon as I put my hand in his, darkness engulfs us as we winnow to under the mountain. Don’t let her see you cry. I hear Rhysands voice again. I quickly wipe my face attempting to dry the tear away. It was pointless, they just kept rolling down my face. My life as I knew it was over and no one was going to be able to save me. 

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar x oc #acotar x reader #tamlin #lucien vanserra #lucien vanserra x reader #rhysand #x oc

[lovelywhiteroses]

z and Mc bonfire Christmas 🎄 trees just for entertainment purposes. (Mc has a rocky feeling from xmas and capitalism)

✨🌹Hm how interesting. I’ll be sure to make this for you dear Anon.🌹✨

Z never got the point of Christmas. All he knew it was apart of Christian beliefs. He was obviously not fond over Christianity, however he noticed you looked a bit worried. He knew that you weren’t much into believing in god, though some people persist on their beliefs, you tend to stray away from it. There were always some Christians also judge you and Z from afar, some of them encountered you and him and even try and ‘save you and him’ from ‘straying away from the path of god.’ Of course Z got angry at them even trying but you knew if people knew he was actually a real demon, there would be… consequences… thankfully you would convince them that some of them do that. Meanwhile some are actually decent. You always worried about what Z thought of the holiday. Though you weren’t strong on the belief of god, but you liked celebrating it. In fact you hoped they would feel the same feeling you get every year it comes around, but you’re too scared to ask. What if he gets angry? What if he won’t celebrate with you? All thought of something bad that would possibly happen. Z was and always was able to sense emotions. And when it’s from you he doesn’t seem to know what’s happening. That’s because his ability to sense the emotions doesn’t necessarily mean he knows exactly what’s going on through your head. He never truly understood human emotions. But with your help he gain only a bit of understanding. But in this case not so much. Hence why they sought to make you feel better. You would be back from work, you would be in your apartment when you noticed the box where you kept a small Christmas tree. You didn’t put it up yet due to thinking if you did Z would get the wrong impression on things. That’s when you felt a pair of hands on your face. “Guess who~” you chuckled a bit. “Hey Z.” You turn to him as he gave you his usual cocky smile. “I’ve noticed you’ve been down recently. And I know you don’t want me to burn stuff down, so I began to think-.” You laughed a bit. “Wow. The powerful demon can think.” You said with sarcasm, thankfully you taught him about how sarcasm works and he understands you mean your comment as a joke. “Hehe! Yeah. But anyways. I’ve thought!” He paused for somewhat of a dramatic effect. “How about a bonfire tonight? You know get rid of all those pesky sticks outside.” You thought for a moment and it doesn’t sound like a bad idea. “I guess you can call it a Christmas bonfire if you will.” You were caught off guard for a second. “Wait you knew about-.” Z frowned a bit. “Human, I’ve been around ever since humans walked. Also some sinners in hell talk about it. But what’s the problem?” You sigh and crossed your arms. “I guess I just.. thought since most of the reason for Christmas was about celebrating you know.. you would be against it..” it took Z a couple of seconds but it then all clicked. Everything now made sense as to why you were feeling so down lately. “Human.. is that why you looked so down recently? Cause you thought I wouldn’t wanna celebrate with you?” Looked at the floor and then you him and nod. Z felt glad you thought of his feelings but he never wanted you to worried about something you liked to do every year. Z may not like the fact that the holiday was made upon Christian beliefs but it doesn’t have to include praying to a god that hates them. He then hugged you trying to comfort you. Though he still doesn’t get human emotions he still tries to learn. “It doesn’t always have to be about Christian stuff. If anything, I’ve learned that we can just enjoy it regardless of those beliefs or not. Sorry if I made you worry though.” You could feel a rush of relief and joy from hearing that. You hugged them back glad you don’t have to worry anymore. Z could sense this and he smiled. “Now C’mon! Those branches aren’t going to burn themselves!” He said as you you then laughed at how excited he was just to burn some sticks and branches. Thankfully the fire wasn’t too big. After that you finally put up your little Christmas tree.

This year feel more magical somehow, more than ever before ♥️🖤

✨🌹Have a lovely Christmas dear anon. Sorry this took so long. I ran into a writers block. Thankfully I’ve gotten my motivation back.🌹✨

#scenarios #scenarios writing #writing scenarios #favorvn

[silverflame2724]

On the Aesthetic tastes of our Demonic Grandmaster Twink

Or WWX repeatedly gets mistaken for being both Luo Binghe and Crimson Rain Sought Flower on many separate occasions.

WWX isn't sure what to think of being repeatedly mistaken for a Demon Emperor or a Calamity.

Didn't know whether the requester wanted Yiling Laozu WWX or post-canon WWX so I went with Yiling Laozu WWX. (I'm pretty sure this is what you wanted but just send me another ask if it's not.)

Also uhh, not entirely sure what was expected of me, like whether this was a canon divergence and/or if you wanted interactions with Luo Binghe and San Lang. So I just went with WWX being generally confused on whether to be flattered or not at the comparison and ripping his hair out over his limited wardrobe options lol.

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Wei Wuxian's hair was always wavier nowadays. Not that he couldn’t help it. He was too busy trying to keep himself afloat to care about how his hair looked. And though it only caused some minor inconveniences - such as being a rat's nest to comb through in the mornings - it really never was a cause for worry.

Well. At least until that day.

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That day was the same as any other day. He had been wandering through a town, his hair up in a ponytail due to the heat and had been idly minding his business when someone seemed to double take at him and say, “My lord?”

Wei Wuxian blinked. The two people in front of him had a strange....inhuman aura. Due to his sensitivity to resentful energy, he focused a bit more and realized that the two in front of him were disguised demons! No human had that amount of resentful energy - if you exclude Wei Wuxian himself.

“Umm, no. Sorry, you must have mistaken me for someone.” Wei Wuxian tensed up. Intelligent demons were no longer hostile to humans, due to their king making some sort of deal but one could never be too careful when dealing with their kind.

“Huh. You possess a similar amount of demonic energy as our lord, so I assumed you might be him. Hearing you now, I suppose you’re not.”

Wei Wuxian looked at them. “Your....lord? You mean, the demon emperor. Luo Binghe?”

“Yeah. Our lord is half-human so it’s not like we mistook you for nothing. But, how interesting......you seem to be fully human, yet possess an incredible amount of demonic energy......”

“Uhh....thank you?”

“Mm.” The talkative demon’s partner nudged him. “Oh, we have to go now. Bye.”

“Bye.” Wei Wuxian shrugged off the strange interaction within a few days.

However.....

Wei Wuxian had been lounging around the Burial Mounds after being banned from doing any work (due to his worsening condition). He was also in a terrible mood, eyes flashing red as he muttered curses to himself.

"Wow,they really weren't joking. You really do look like A-Luo!" A somewhat sprightly woman look him up and down and Wei Wuxian paused in his mumblings.

"......What?"

"Ah! How cute! You even sound alike when you're grumpy! Ah, if only I had a way to show this sight to A-Luo and Shizun......maybe I can bring them here!"

"What."

"Oh, my name is Ning Yingying by the way. Nice to meet you, whoever you are!"

Someone else appeared by here side, tugging her away, "Ning-shijie, Shizun is calling for you."

"Ah, I'll be there. It's too bad that I have to go. See you later!" And in a blink of an eye, they were gone.

"........What on earth happened just now?"

He went back to moping around until Wen Qing found him and practically tossed A' Yuan at him to improve his mood.

His mood did indeed improve.

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Wei Wuxian kept on being mistaken as Luo Binghe and it was getting kind of annoying. After conversing with the demons and discovering that their lord favored the colors he wore and often wore his wavy hair up in a high ponytail, Wei Wuxian wore his hair down. He couldn't quite change his clothes though since black was cheap and other colors were not.

Little did he know that this was not the end.

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Wei Wuxian shook his head, trying to clear his mind from the myriad of voices haunting him. It had been a few months since he moved to the Burial Mounds with the Wen remnants and he had been all too busy trying to come up with ways to help them survive. Too busy, in fact, that he didn’t notice the way many ghosts and resentful spirits alike took a double take at him when he wandered around his cave in his red inner robes. 

Eventually, though, as their situation cleared up, Wei Wuxian began to concentrate on what the ghosts were saying as he wanted to know why they kept on bugging him.

“He really looks like him, right?”

“Yeah. I mean, if we disregard the fact that he’s human, then of course!”

“Uhh, excuse me, what do you mean by that?” Wei Wuxian asked as many other ghosts echoed their sentiment.

“Oh! Uh, Young master Wei, it’s just, when you’re dressed in all red like that and have your hair covering one side of your face, you just....you really remind us of Crimson Rain Sought Flower!”

Wei Wuxian didn’t know what to say to that. “Should I....take that as a compliment?” He didn’t know how he felt about being compared to first a demon lord and now a Calamity-level ghost!

“Oh, of course you should!  Crimson Rain Sought Flower is quite handsome, you know! If he weren’t married, all of the ladies and gents would have tried for his hand. Not that his married status makes anyone try less. Although, some of us are kinda terrified of him.....”

”Uh.....huh.....” Should I.....just stopping dressing in black and red? 

"You'd be better off not being a demonic cultivator, Young Master Wei!" A spirit called cheerfully. “Your resentful energy content is so high that most do end up mistaking you for a calamity or a demon. I actually wouldn’t be surprised if you became one of those after you die!”

Wei Wuxian sighed.

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Yeah....that’s all I got for now. If you would like me to write more on this, perhaps WWX becoming a calamity, just shoot me an ask or message me!

Hope this was good enough. I’ve not been on my top game recently.

#mdzs #svss #tgcf #wei ying #wei wuxian #luo binghe (mentioned) #san lang (mentioned) #just a short on how WWX's clothing and hair resembles the other two at a certain angle #fluff?? #mentions of WWX's resentful energy content being so high #he's mistaken for a non human being

[galathogwarts]

The Stars Will Always Shine Here ✰ Chapter 5: Better Me Than Both Of You ✰

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A huge thank you to @misszalonia for proofreading and fixing so many of my mistakes so this fanfic will actually have sentences that make sense. I will forever be grateful for the help <3

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Wow, that is true magic. You thought.

You were on your way to Brazeker, a town that is now occupied by Ranrok’s loyalists, and yet you found the time to take in the view. You were on top of a mountain, in a perfect spot to look down at the greenery of the towns below. Your gaze was fixed on the impressive amount of beautiful fields the landscape had to offer, from the huge sunflowers field on the right of a small town to the smaller field that had cauliflower growing on it. You looked at the houses that looked so tiny from this height as if you were looking at a miniature game a child is playing. You let yourself imagine for a second the life of the people who lived in these houses: where would they go, what their story is, how many people live there. Then, you turned your gaze to the wide ocean far behind. You were always astonished by how relaxing and terrifying the ocean was at the same time. It was like an untamed beast in a way, you can get closer with good intentions and hope for the best.

All of this view that was in front of you looked like something from a painting. It was quite hard to believe you were seeing it now with your very own eyes. It was a little unbelievable to think that this was part of reality, your reality, and not a drawing from a fairytale book. 

“Wow! Look at the view!” You said with a voice full of awe.

“Breathtaking, isn’t it?” Sebastian said with half a smile as he stood next to you to look at the view. “Too bad we have to go and fight some goblins.”

“That is very insensitive of you, Y/N. As you know I cannot look.” Said Ominis playfully, raising an eyebrow.

You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. “Sorry, Omi! A slip of the tongue. Do you want me to describe what we are seeing?”

Ominis sighed in disappointment and paused for a bit before he spoke again. “No time, I am afraid. It is better to get there before dawn.” 

The two of them kept on walking, but you lingered behind, still taking in the view. You didn’t want to go just yet, you wanted to stay and look at this forever. There was something calming and comforting in the scenery in front of you. It brought a wave of feelings you were not ready to let go of just yet.

“Hey, come on. Time to go.” Sebastian said, taking your hand in his and walking you down the trail, like a parent making sure their child won’t get lost.  

You pouted and felt a wave of sadness washing over you. After the events of last year, you truly believed that it was behind you. However, here you were again, ready to fight some more goblins. You loved dueling, you loved the excitement and the fun of it. You loved how you had to be quick-witted and deft with a wand. However, you hated fighting real enemies when it was not a friendly competition. You hated the feeling you were hurting someone else, no matter how cruel they were or how much they deserved it. Most of all, you hated the feeling you were risking your friends. 

“What is it?” Sebastian asked softly and let go of his grasp. His dark brown eyes had a mixture of concern and affection in them. You knew he wanted to help you. He probably felt your mood was changing, and soon enough he would crack a joke to make you smile.

“I just wish we could have come here just to watch the view. I thought the ‘storming into goblins camps and fight’ days were over.” You said in a low voice, lowering your gaze as if you are ashamed of your thoughts. You didn’t want to sound bitter, they were here because of you after all. You couldn't help but feel sad about it, a feeling you tried to shake off but could not.

“I know, Y/N. However … I think I know how to lift your mood. Are you perhaps interested in hearing something hilarious?” Sebastian questioned, followed by a mischievous smirk. 

You lifted your gaze, questioning him with your eyes. “What?”

“In my second year, Ominis burned my robe during potion class.” Sebastian's lips formed into a thin line as if he tried not to burst out in a laugh.

That seemed to do the trick. The corners of your mouth curled upwards, forming a small smile. “Our perfect, precious Ominis did what?”

Ominis, who was in front of the two of you, let out a sigh. You were unable to see the expression on his face.However, you knew Ominis well enough to know he had a tiny smirk on his lips, and his eyes probably had a playful glint in them. “That story again? Not my proudest moment. It was an accident. I always had two left hands when it comes to potions.”

“I won’t forget how I begged you to teach me this potion that makes stuff catch on fire. But that was, of course, before I had confringo.” Sebastian looked amused by the memory. You looked at the way he smiled, the small wrinkles in his eyes when he laughed. You find yourself smiling because of his smile, rather than because of the funny story. It was contagious.

Ominis chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “And since then, he has not stopped making things catch on fire.”

Sebastian laughed, and you swore it was the most beautiful and wonderful sound the world could offer. You wished there was a charm to savor these moments. The moments of pure happiness.

After they hiked down the mountain for quite a bit, Ominis suddenly stopped, making the other two almost crash into him.

“Merlin, Ominis. Announce before you go still, will you?” Sebastian said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“Shh,” Ominis put a finger to his lips, raising his wand. “They are here.” 

You followed Ominis’s wand and saw what made him stop in his place. There were many of them, more than you have ever seen them. More than when Ranrok was alive, as if his death brought the birth of so many more loyalists. 

“Is it just me, or are they reproducing at a very fast pace all of the sudden?” Sebastian asked, whispering.

“My thoughts exactly. I think they tripled their size.” You said in horror.

“What do we do?” Asked Ominis, his brow furrowed. You could imagine he is now searching his brain for what to do next. Forever the practical boy, Ominis.

“I think you guys need to turn back and head back to the castle.” You said with a sigh, preparing yourself for their stubbornness. 

“We told you-“

“I know! But I didn’t know it would be this many. I cannot put you both at risk. If anything happened to either of you-“ You started to talk hastily, as if the words might slip from your brain if you didn’t get them out fast enough. You could not handle losing anyone else, not after Professor Fig. Everyone told you it is not your fault, but you couldn't help but feel responsible. The image of him dying kept haunting you at night. You did not want to add to the image of Sebastian or Ominis having that same fate.

“Nonsense!” Ominis objected. “We knew what we were heading towards, and we are not backing down now.”

“Ominis, please-“ You began to plead, but Ominis lifted a hand to cut you off.

“We promised we would help, and so that is precisely what we are going to do.” 

“I know, but-“

“No but,” said Sebastian firmly. “You heard the man. He can be stubborn when he wants to be.”

“And I want to.” Said Ominis, smirking.

“He wants to, what can you do?”

You sighed but couldn’t help but smile. Only those two could make you want to hug them and hit them at the same time. You knew you lost this battle though, as you had two of the most stubborn people in the universe against you. “Alright, fine! But Please be safe.”

“Same goes for you.” Said Sebastian, ruffling your hair. “No being the hero when your life is at stake, alright?”

“Alright, are we ready?” Asked Ominis in a voice full of determination. 

You sneaked down the trail, hiding behind trees and rocks. When you finally got close enough to the camp you all looked at each other and nodded. Now was the time to head on there.

You all casted the disillusionment spell, and you led them quietly to the camp of goblins. When you got there, you had to maneuver your way across them. There were just so many of them that you accidentally got too close to one of the goblins, your robe brushing his body for a split second. This was all it took for him to call, “Someone is here!” 

Uncovering yourself, you three got closer, standing back to back with wands drawn. The goblins started to form a circle around you, closing in to make sure you will not escape. Merlin, how are we supposed to fight all of them? By the look on Ominis’ and Sebastian’s face you could guess they were thinking the same.

“Ah! The girl, the hero of Hogwarts.” The goblin practically spitted the last few words. “We were expecting you, and you brought company. We don’t need them though, it is you we want to have our hands on.”

Sebastian stretched his hand in front of you in a protective gesture. “Do not touch her with your filthy hands!” Seb, stay back. You thought, trying to telepathically get the message across.

The goblin laughed loudly. “Oh, and why shall I obey you?”

“My wand can do some marvellous things, want to see some of them?” Sebastian sputtered with rage.

You tugged his sleeve. “Breathe, Seb.”

“You should not have made an appearance here tonight.” The goblin smiled smugly. “You are going to regret it.”

He was about to attack Seb when you quickly yelled “Depulso!” and sent the goblin backwards until he hit a brick wall. His friends looked angry. “You should not have done that!”

And like that, it was a sign the fight is starting. 

You, Sebastian and Ominis split to take more area of goblins, but you were still keeping close to each other in any case of emergency. 

“Confringo!” Fire blasted from your wand and onto the goblin in front of you, who was just about to attack you with his axe. 

You heard Sebastian and Ominis also yelling charms as they fought. You tried to keep up with the amount of Goblins that were surrounding you, but it was quite challenging. It was even more difficult since many of them had left the circle around Ominis and Sebastian and came to fight you.

You were the trophy after all. They probably wanted to get revenge for Ranrok’s death.

“Remember,” you barely heard the whisper. “We must keep her alive, Galdor’s order.”

Galdor? You thought. Who is that? And why is he giving them orders? And why did he order them to keep you alive? It could only mean that what this Galdor planned for me is worse than dying. The thought sent shivers down your spine.

But who is Galdor? And where is he? It just didn’t make sense, and there was no time to wallow in it now. You took a mental note of it though. You thought that if you were to survive this, you shall share this piece of information with your friends.

You kept checking on Sebastian and Ominis while you were fighting. One of the goblins signaled his friends, and swiftly they all left you to go fight Sebastian and Ominis. What is their strategy? First they all come to me, and now they are turning to get the boys?

You felt your body freeze as realization dawned on you. They wanted to hurt your friends to get to you, and they understood fighting them would hurt you much more. You saw a goblin’s sword being lifted towards Sebastian. Without thinking, you used your ancient magic to run quickly in front of where Sebastian is standing, the sword hitting you in the shoulder.

You felt a wave of pain washing your body, and you let out a cry. But you had no time for pain or crying, your friends' lives were at stake. You had to keep on fighting.

“Y/n!” Sebastian screamed in horror, holding your hand and pushing you backwards. “What in the name of Merlin are you doing?!”

“What happened?” Asked Ominis between casting spells, his voice full of concern.

“Y/n is hurt.” Informed Sebastian, but you could hear his voice cracking. 

Ominis was raged, an angry look appeared on his tender facial features. “Well, I suppose I don’t need to say this, but Sebastian - are you ready to show them what wizards can do?”

“Thought you might never ask.” Said Sebastian fiercely. “Y/n, use the disillusionment spell and get to safety-“

“Absolutely not!” You said, still shooting charms with your wand.

“This is not the time for your stubbornness.” Sebastian hissed.

“I am not going to let you do this. It is me they want.” You explained.

“Which is why you should go to safety. We mean nothing in their eyes.”

“No, they know what you mean to me. They will use you to get to me!”

“But you are hurt.”

“It is not that bad, really.”

“You are bleeding a lot.” He pointed.

You smirked. “Well then, until I faint I can fight. Can’t I?”

Sebastian sighed. “Y/n, please.”

“Do not ask me to leave when there are this amount of angry goblins who do not plan on killing me but would not have the same sentiment towards you!”

He looked confused. “What do you mean, not planning on killing you?”

“I shall explain later. When we are less busy.”

Sebastian whispered something to Ominis. Ominis nodded, his lips forming a thin line and his brow furrowed. Whatever Sebastian told him, made Ominis angry.

“It is the end of them!” Ominis called angrily. You only saw him being angry like this when someone was messing with his friends, or when he found out you knew about the undercroft last year. “Y/n, get to safety.”

“She would not listen to me!” Said Sebastian in defeat.

“More fighting, less chatting.” You said smiling to the both of them to show you are alright. You were not alright, of course, but you did not want them to know that.

In the corner of your eyes, you saw a Goblin creeping behind Ominis and another behind Sebastian, swords lifted in the air.

Everything had stopped, you felt as if the scene in front of you was going in slow motion. Your heart beating faster and your breath quickening. You felt all the systems in your body alerting you that danger is coming. Unfortunately, you had not much power left in you. On the other hand, you could not let your friends die. You felt anger riled up inside you, the dangerous kind that could make you do stupid things. You felt that very anger filling the ancient magic power you had. You let out a loud cry and used every ounce of ancient magic you had to push all Goblins far far away. You used too much though, because you fell on your knees, trying to steady yourself with your hands on the ground.

Sebastian and Ominis both let out a gasp, their eyes widening in surprise at what they just witnessed. Then, they turned to look at you, and as they saw the state you were in they quickly shook off their astonishment and came to your side.

“Y/n.” Muttered Sebastian softly, holding you in his arms.

You started seeing dark spots in your vision, and felt your head spinning. Your friends became more and more blurred. You felt like you were slowly losing grasp of the conscious world.

“I-I don’t feel …” and before you could finish the sentence, you fell into a world of darkness.

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The last time it happened to you was at the end of last year. You still remembered the smell in the catacomb - an odour of something wet and old, mixed with dust that filled the air. Solomon just came in as you and Sebastian were talking. You were attempting to convince Sebastian to stop his attempt of saving Anne using dark magic, but he went too far. 

You remembered Sebastian's dark face when Solomon ruined the relic. You were terrified of what was about to happen. 

“You’ll pay for this.” Sebastian cried in despair while sending attacks on his uncle. 

“Sebastian stop!” You yelled in horror. “Do not do this!”

“Either help me or go!” He hissed at you.

You felt weak from fighting all of the inferi and were already hurt multiple times. You used all of your healing potions so you were out of power. But you had to stop Sebastian. No matter what. You knew he might do something that he will regret after, when he is more calm and more calculated. 

“Please, Seb.” You begged and tugged his sleeve. 

His expression changed for a second, as if doubting what he was doing, and you believed you got to him at last. You really believed for a moment you broke the walls within him, and he finally let you in. 

But alas, his uncle said “She cannot be healed, Sebastian. You must stop.”

Sebastian's doubt had gone from his face in an instant when he turned to his uncle. His eyes were more vicious than you've ever seen them. “Argh! I won’t let her suffer! Aveda Ka-“

No, No, No! You felt angry. Why wouldn’t he listen to you? Is he trying to ruin his life? Your Ancient Magic filled your body, and you used every bit of power when you finally managed to yell “Expelliarmus.” 

Sebastian’s wand was flying to the other side of the room, and though you did not intend it - so did Solomon’s. The inferi started falling one by one like domino pieces, their bones turning to ash when they hit the floor.

Both Sebastian and Solomon stared at you shocked, when you realized there was another pair of eyes watching you.

Anne. 

You wondered how much she saw. However, you did not have much time to wonder, because you suddenly realised your vision became black, and you fell to your knees.

“Y/n!” Sebastian called in concern, as he ran towards you.

You held your head in your hands. It was beating with an enormous ache. You probably used too much Ancient Magic to be able to disarm a killing curse. However, you did not regret it one bit. Soon, you felt two hands holding you when everything turned black and you fell into a world of nothing.

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“Y/n.” You heard a soft voice calling out for you. You realised you were laying on the grass, and saw Sebastian’s face. For a split second, you thought you were back to the moment in the catacomb, but when you saw the bright sky above you, you remembered where you were.

You got up quickly to sit up, but you felt your head spinning.

“Hey! Careful now!” Called Sebastian, still holding you from behind for support. 

“Is she awake?” Asked Ominis who stood a bit far away from you, and jogged to where you were when he heard your voice. “Are you alright, Y/n?”

You nodded, then added “I am, do not worry, Ominis.”

“Don't worry?” He asked, raising his voice. “You could have gotten yourself killed!”

“Better me than the both of you…” You mumbled.

Ominis sighed loudly, clearly trying to show how discontent he was. “If I hear you talk like this again, I will do something that is against my values, and use dark magic to seal your lips.” Ominis offered you a Wiggenweld Potion. You took it and mumbled a ‘thank you’.

“I’m with Ominis. Now, let’s treat that arm of yours.” Said Sebastian. “Until the potion takes effect.”

He took a bandage, probably one he found in camp, and started to tend your wounds. You felt his cold finger brushing your skin, making you shiver. You also felt a blush slowly appearing on your cheek. You watched him as he worked - the way he was biting his lips in concentration, his brow furrowed as he carefully disinfected your wound. He was so close, you saw beads of sweat on his brow, dripping slowly to his nose. You could count the freckles on his face, that shone in the light of the sun. You wanted to touch his face, to caress his cheeks and tell him it is alright.

“There you go, all fixed now.” He smiled gently at you. You started tearing up, your body was exhausted - less from the fighting and more from the worrying about your friends. They almost died because of you. What were you to do if anything happened to them?

“Hey, now.” Sebastian cupped your cheeks and wiped away your tears with his thumbs. “If you keep crying like that, you are going to break my heart.”

“She is crying?” Ominis sounded distressed. “Why are you crying? Are you in pain? The potion should take effect any minute now!”

“Y-you a-a-almost died! Because of me!” You were sobbing now, choking between your words. “How was I to be able to live with myself if y-you got hurt?”

“But we didn’t.” Said Sebastian and took his hands off your face, sitting beside you. Ominis joined and sat down from your other side.

“But you could have!” You said as if trying to prove a point.

Ominis grabbed your hand and squeezed it gently. “I don’t know if you have noticed, but Sebastian and I can both be very stubborn. Killing us would not be an easy task.”

“Yes, I have survived Ominis’s rage so far, goblins should be easy.” Sebastian sent you a smile.

“It is true.” Ominis affirmed. 

“Once, last year I believe, I accidentally ate his chocolate frogs. I believed for a second I would not see the light of day ever again.”

Ominis smirked. “If I can’t, neither can you.”

You all laughed. You wrapped your arms around them both and pushed them closer to a joint hug. Your shoulder resisted with a jolt of pain, but you did not care. It was very much worth it. 

“We should probably hurry and find this diary, but can we stay like this for just a second?” You asked, your voice cracking a bit.

They just nodded without saying anything more. The silence was louder than words - it told you that you are not alone. You had great friends who would do anything for you, and you would do anything for them. You stayed like that, watching the sun set behind the buildings of the town, hugging two of the most important people in your life. Ironically, even though you almost died multiple times today, at this moment you felt more alive than ever.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow fluff #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #Sebastian Sallow fanfic #Hogwarts legacy #Hogwarts legacy fanfic

[chalterdh22]

Chapter 32:  What to Do?

“Isn’t a jellyflyer that fish thing that has long, stringy arms?  That lives in oceans?”  I had a huge smirk on my face.  Not on purpose, but these things, although lethal, weren’t the story I was expecting.  It caught me off guard.

He shook his head, now putting it in his hands. 

I couldn’t help myself! “I have sooooooooooo many questions!  Like, what were you doing in an ocean.  And doesn’t your helmet see all thing things to keep you aware of your surrounds.  And really????  A jellyflyer?”

Still head in his hands, “Are you done yet?”  So not even close, but I zipped my lips so he could tell me the story.  This should be good.

He finally sat up, couldn’t even look at me, not that I’d blame him, sighed, and told me what happened.  “We managed to pick up our cargo on the outer rim with little to no difficulty.  I remember you saying that I needed to be more attentive with Grogu, so when we were coming back, I noticed on the scope there was a tiny planet made of mostly water.  It is very secluded.  So, we landed there on a little island.  The water was beautiful.  You would love it there!”  He exclaimed, touching my cheek again. 

“We were walking into the little bay area where there were no waves.  Both of us kept everything on because even if this place looked deserted, we still had to be ready for anyone tracking us.  I let Grogu go in first and then I followed.  The water was perfect and clear.  The kid kept popping his head in and out of the water.  I wanted to copy him, but we were too shallow for me to do so.  I went in further, up to my shoulders and was moving in and out of the water like he was.” 

“Grogu let out a huge screech of a sound, one I had never heard.  I immediately turned around and a huge tenacle of some kind was about to crush me.  I used my jetpack to get out fast, but the tip of the tenacle wrapped around my leg, burning right through it almost.”

“I grabbed the kid and got back on shore.  I didn’t want anyone to see me hurt, and at the time I didn’t know how bad it was, until my whole leg went numb.  I managed to get myself back on the ship, shut the door and sit down.  I finally looked at my leg and I could see bone.  It almost went straight through me.  I knew I didn’t have much time because of all the blood I was losing, so I pulled myself to the pilot’s seat, started it up and set my coordinates to home.”

He paused for a minute as if he was replaying this all back in his head.  “I’m not sure what happened next, but I think the kid healed me then.  The next thing I remember was landing.  It shook me awake.  I picked him up and we went inside.  That’s when you came in.”

He looked back at me with serious eyes.  My face no longer had a smirk, but one of sympathy.  “Wow.”  I said softly.

“Now you can make your jokes, go ahead.”  He said in defeat.  I honestly didn’t have anything to say, so I gave him another kiss. 

“No comments from here.  I’m just glad you’re ok and you’re home now.”

“Really?”

“Really, I can be an adult!”  He raised an eyebrow and squinted at me.  “I’ll at least be able to wait a day or two before I say anything.” I said laughing.  He immediately grabbed my thigh right above my knee, making me squeal and jump out of his lap.  I put my hands forward in defeat.  “Ok, ok.  No jokes!”

He walked over to where I jumped, gave me a kiss.  “Thank you.”  He said smiling.  “I’m going to check on the kid.” 

As he walked inside, I felt my heartbeat just race, but in a good way.  When I did that though, I felt  Trevo’s necklace.  Ugh, what a mess.  I still didn’t know what I was going to do.  Din can’t give me a certain life that I would want, but it would be exciting.  Trevo, was more stable and socially mature, but could that become boring, I wondered? 

Trevo would be returning in less than a week, if not sooner.  I must tell Din what happened with him and me right before our night walk.  I just didn’t want to.  Things were just so nice right now.  I didn’t want to ruin it.  I also don’t want to lie to him.  I sighed and kicked a stone in front of me.  Maybe I should just wait until he gets back and decide then?

“Why are you talking to yourself?” Din asked as he was walking out with Grogu.

“I wasn’t.  Look who’s up.  The hero of the day!  Come here buddy!”  You could tell he was still tired and reached out for me.  I snuggled with him and rocked him in my arms.  “You are so special, kid, so special.”  He sunk into my arms, so I sat down and just held him tightly, rubbing his long ears.  “Was he up?”

“He was stirring.  Are you working tonight?”

“No, I’m off the next two nights.  Should we go do something fun?  Maybe we can go back the to the ocean planet and……….”  I was immediately cut off with a strong no.

“I’m just kidding.  I wouldn’t want the little guy anywhere near those things anyway.”  And he was asleep again.  I just sighed, sitting here holding him, rocking him.  It was so comfortable.  How would I ever give this up, I thought.  Just enjoy these moments and decide later.

“You’re mumbling again.”

“No, I’m not!”  I shot back.

“Ok, then yes, let’s go somewhere for a day.  You do understand though, I have to be in full armor and can’t be so laid back like I am here.”

“Yeah, you’re super laid back,” I mimicked.

“Do you understand what I mean?”

“I get it.  It’s fine unless you want to just hang out here.  It doesn’t matter to me.”  It was a hard choice.  On the one hand, we could get out of here and go someplace exciting and new.  Maybe got into a little trouble.  On the other hand, if we stay here, Din doesn’t have to conceal himself and can relax a little bit.

“We could stay here, but I thought you wanted to see new places?”

“I do, but then you can’t fully relax.  You pick!  And I’m serious!  I’m not picking!”  I put my foot down, barely.  I didn’t want to wake the kid.  He stared straight ahead, with such a serious face.  I still can’t get over the fact he has a normal face that I’ve seen a small handful of times.  It’s hard to remember he’s the same Mandalorian I first met.  He signed and put his head down.

“Let’s go someplace nice.  Just for a day trip though.  Is that ok?”  He looked over at me waiting for approval.

“That’s sounds perfect!  Where do you want to go?  Can we go someplace that there’s water, and not water filled with deadly fish please?”

“Yes, that’s what I was thinking too.”  He paused and looked ahead again.  “Have you ever been to Naboo?”

“Naboo, like where this Starfighter is from?  No!”

“Well, grab your stuff.  We’ll take off in a half hour.”

I jumped up, making sure not to disturb the baby and all but jogged inside to get us packed.  Naboo is perfect!  Nothing stupid could happen there, could it?

#grogu #pedro pascal #star wars #the mandalorian #mandalorian and grogu #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #grogu djarin #mando

[macgyvertape]

FF14 Heavensward notes

Took me a month to realize its Heavensward not Heaven-sword.

I’ve given up on crafting/gathering classes. I don’t intend to keep playing after finishing the story in all the expansions and I don’t want to invest the time to level. Its getting tempting already to just watch the cutscenes for other classes instead of leveling them 

Its also nice to decide to not care about transmog hunting or saving items for glamours unless I know I’ll use them. When I played WoW during Legion I invested a lot of effort in glamorous and now I don’t even play that game.

 It took 5 months to get through HW, so in post expansion patches I gave up and looked up major Shadowbrings spoilers because I wanted to know why Greek gods are in this game? Ppl were talking about hades and I was wondering if it was a crossover with Hadesgame, but no it’s the same dude who shoots the cat boy who shows up whenever I look up anything about Garleans or Ascians. I can see why he’s so popular he’s peak “poor little meow meow” 

So know I know the overall shadowbringers plot directly related to skunk hair asshole and warriors of darkness so its nice that I’m not totally lost on cosmic lore 

Main Quest

Oh wow voice actor budget went up, and Alphinaud got a new voice actor who sounds bland

Ishgard is a very weirdy scaled city, everything is so tall and vaguely gothic and all the clothing fashion dates to late middle ages with Hennins and Henry the 8th style fur coats

Oh nice that we get choice in dialogue and can be sympathetic towards Iceheart. That she has the echo, is she like our narrative foil?

Haurchefant really is a bro, saving me from an escort quest then supporting me during trial by combat

Back to main storyline, time to go fight all those Crystal Braves we trained. A based plotline would have the message “this is why PMCs are bad”

Its really hard to judge Ilberd’s  “you’re being used as a pawn just like me” when like i have no idea of the stakes of the conflict I’m involved in, but I do feel like a pawn in the Dragon vs Catholic snow elf war. Also his accent in voiced dialogue took me by surprise

Told Auphinad “why don't we just leave?”, and i know it doesn’t change anything but i like to pretend thats why we are going to see Iceheart

We get to call Iceheart Ysayle now, which is great that we can travel with her

Breaking into the Hive quest is the worst quest yet, like holy shit it fucking sucks with how easy it is to pull too much aggro and how trash White Mage is at doing damage

Ysayle is the best part of this expansion, road-tripping with her

Heavansword makes the whole Primal summoning super interesting, if the dragon is to be believed summoning not the actual god but your biased perception of one. (After looking up spoilers guess all gods are fake lmao)

 Wow Ysayle having a crisis of faith and we just leave her there…..

So glad Lolorito gets voice lines as he explains his plans. What a smug conniving asshole, he's the most engaging antagonist yet and its been 1 conversation. Ilberd still asshole but barely not as bad as i thought that he supported a bloodless coup to get resources for his home country rebellion against the Empire. Sucks that I guess he’s being cast away as a political pawn

Whats the irl equivalent here for the Crystal Braves and them being used as a tool in a coup? They’re obviously a PMC but I guess the Syndicate plants was just a hostile takeover

Wow so the big twist were the Dragon brothers were swapping along eyes like its Naruto

Nice to see Estinien and Ysale team up since it seems the war was founded on bullshit, and just kept going by the Elf catholics trying to gain more power

The moment where my friend and I pause to talk about how attractive Hilda is. All that leather and those boots, its that feeling where I’m both attracted to her and envious because I want to look like her but that leather look is a lot harder to pull off irl

RIP TO Haurchefant, my favorite snow elf dude. “A smile better suits a hero” I’m gonna burn this whole ass church down, actually a very tragic death 

Like I am trying to follow the story and the characters but somehow the way it was presented and that I only play a few hours a week I didnt realize Fortemps and Haurchefant were related until the father was literally sobbing and saying son

WHYS THE EMPIRE HERE? WHATS ALLAG? WHAT HAPPENED TO THE DRAGONS AND YSALE? Like she seemed to be dropped from the story. Varis zos Galvus, I want to look him up but the wiki is full of spoilers :(

Fool me once with Nero in the Crystal tower shame on me. Fool me twice, Lucia is a Garlean that’s it time to be suspicious of anyone with any sort of bangs or headband

Y'shtola is back, the expansion has gotten better, and she has a nice outfit upgrade

Hilda is back again as we say goodbye to all the characters, wish she had been in more quests 

Ysayle heroically sacrificing herself for us, sad to see it happen and fuck the empire 

Doing Heavensword dungeon: I thought we had killed Lahabrea. My friend: somehow Lahabrea has returned

The part where the pope-king transforms, its comical how ginormous he becomes

Estinien becoming Nidhogg has been the most interesting thing for his character. I know he and Alymeric are fan favorites are fan favorites but I’m meh about them 

Are the ascians on the fucking moon?! Was this a much bigger reveal pre-Endwalker and all the moon's haunted memes?

“Warrior of Darkness” looks like bog standard scruffy dude video game protagonist. Is he meant to look like the generic scruffy guy from the marketing?

Great to see Thancred back again in a cool new outfit plus eyepatch! Lmao he emerged from the livestream bucknaked!

Aymeric is just fucking stabbed in the street! Drama

The rescue the hostages mission was the worst mission in a while, super long and really slow as WHM as it doesn’t let you heal the NPC way through

I don’t fucking trust Unukalhai because they’re wearing a mask, and I don’t trust Urianger because he wasn’t running around Ishgard with us (aside from the Ascian cutscenes the player sees)

Don’t think we’ll be getting Minfilia back from being bonded with the Mother Earth Crystal Spirit. Especially if she wants us to kill all ascians, have we never not been in a “holy war” aside from fighting the Empire? (Having looked up spoilers lmao)

Alphinaud’s really going through it 

Aymeric is asking us out for a drink, shame I’m meh about him

I didn’t like Emmanellain and that was before he ordered a protestor shot and killed. Punching Thancred while whining is like point of no return for like-ability

FUCK this grand melee, have to do this long ass fight over again because my healer can’t burst down the boss before he casts the party wipe spell.  He still cast it again on Very Easy but atleast it didn’t kill me

Can’t believe we just toss the eyes into the abyss and don’t do anything to destroy them. Lord of the Rings style i expect these to reappear since there was no volcano. LMAO less than an hour later and there’s some going to get those eyes

Aymeric wants a dinner date with the player, sorry buddy but your not my type

Rip to the scions but the Warriors of Darkness party has better fashion

Tragic backstory, LMAO alphinaud was just like “would your plan even work?“ and they’re like “uuuhh enough talking”. Somehow Uriangar with a bandanna over his face is perfectly disguised, from everyone but the player. Like its been years of IRL experience wearing masks that covering just the bottom of your face doesn’t stop people from recognizing you

Excited to finally see Yda and Papalymo

Urianger is such an over dramatic asshole (complementary)

The warriors of darkness are pretty sympathetic

So Lahabrea and Igeyorhm got sucked into the eyes and are still there? I guess Elbidius didn’t care to get them out, or couldn’t? Even spoilered on a bunch of Ascian lore I’m still confused 

Baelsar’s Wall dungeon: i liked Ilberd as an asshole character right until the mechanically complex fight where he went “sloooppppy” every 15 seconds. ╰（‵□′）╯

Nero shows up talking about Omega, congrats to you Mr 2nd Place Pathetic Loserman

Very relieved Yda takes off her mask and she isn’t a Garlean

Side Quests

The Dark Knight quest feels very edgy in a fun way, especially when Fray’s eyes glow red. At first I was like "oh dark knight like batman" then I realized edgier and more like Konrad Curze. Shame the class starts at lvl 30 it seems cool thematically and I do love wielding a giant 2h sword but I don’t want to level this class right now

I unlocked Red Mage, I like the style of it but there are a lot of buttons. The tumblr infographic was actually really helpful and I now enjoy playing it

I thought WHM was questline was boring, but now after doing the final lvl 60 quest I just hate it. It took me 10 min running around the caves to find the right spot and then it was just healing a dragon (flashbacks to healing a tree)

I love the Dancer outfit but the class abilities and playstile are super confusing

Doing the gunbreaker quest, and there are tiger-men? (Radovan) like my character is a human who has cat traits but this is more on the furry side where the tiger has human qualities

#ff14 #mac plays video games #ff14 spoilers #liveblog

[sidewalk-scrawls]

i actually couldn't decide which prompt to choose, i was torn between some of them. if you'd prefer to write for “you deserve to be taken care of.” or “you look like you could use a hug.”, please take this as a modification of the request. i don't know if this helps or complicates things more lol!

| original ask: “take as long as you need to. ” izzy x lucius 👀

I wasn't having much luck getting the voices to land in your initial request, so thanks for sending along these other options! I might still write your first ask up later (I do have a premise for it!), but both of these options definitely felt easier to me. So here we go... “you deserve to be taken care of" featuring Izzy x Lucius =) (Also feel free to send an ask if you enjoyed it! I’d love to know that you saw it)

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Lucius didn’t take his role as the Revenge’s social glue lightly, so when Izzy returned to the ship after a raid and slipped below decks, not even stopping to claim anything, well, Lucius immediately decided to follow him.

The door to Izzy’s room was already shut, so he raised his hand to knock before pausing, first clenched in midair. Did he really want to start a talk with Izzy of all people? Before he’d even finished the thought, he knocked anyway.

“Go away,” Izzy grumbled.

“I just wanted to check and see if you wanted anything from the raid! You disappeared so quickly.”

“Fuck off, Spriggs.”

“Okay, I’m coming in!” Lucius said, brightly. It wasn’t like he was going to get an invitation. He gave Izzy a second, relishing the muffled cursing that came through the door, and then threw open the door. He gave a cheerful, “Hello!” before he glanced around the room and his eyes caught up with his mouth.

Izzy was sitting on his cot, shirtless, hand pressed to a piece of cloth over his stomach, and he did not… look great. His skin looked pallid and flat, a thin sheen of sweat across his brow.

“Are you… alright?”

“I’m fine,” Izzy growled. “Can you just get out?”

Lucius glanced down at the hand on Izzy’s stomach. “Are you injured?”

“Wow, so even the whimsical Spriggs can notice things!” Izzy says, rolling his eyes. “I thought you were too busy playing make believe to notice anything.”

Well. Izzy would have to try a bit harder than that if he wanted to get under Lucius’s skin. “I really am whimsical, aren’t I?” Lucius said, giving Izzy a mocking bow. “But also, don’t be a dick. I just wanted to check that you were alright.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re clearly not. Let me help.”

“Fuck off.”

“Izzy.”

They sat in a silent battle of the wills, Lucius waiting for the crack in Izzy’s face when he realized Lucius had no intention to leave. He was pretty sure Izzy was trying the same game, but Lucius was pretty confident that he could win this one.

And then.

“It’s really not that bad,” Izzy sighed. “They barely even got me, someone just caught me across the stomach when I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Let me see,” Lucius said.

“Oh yeah, like the scribe is better at triaging a wound than I am.”

“Let me see,” Lucius repeated.

“Fine,” Izzy spat, pulling away the cloth that he had pressed over his stomach.

Oh, that was. A lot of blood. No wonder Izzy looked pale. Lucius stepped closer to the cot and dropped to the floor to take a closer look. Izzy was right, it didn’t look particularly deep, a shallow gash that stretched from the left side of his ribs down to a spot above his right hip. It was a long gash, though, one that required pressure to prevent too much blood loss, but not one that was likely to cause anything deadly as long as it was kept clean and covered. Speaking of…

“Have you cleaned it yet?”

“Does it look like I cleaned it yet?” Izzy spat. 

“Okay,” Lucius said, “let me help.” He glanced around the room, looking for some alcohol he could use as disinfectant.

“I don’t need your help.”

“Maybe not,” Lucius said, “but you deserve it. You deserve to be taken care of.” 

Lucius didn’t notice the heavy silence that had fallen over the room at his words, not until he grabbed a bottle of alcohol from Izzy’s desk, and turned around to see Izzy, nearly frozen where he sat on the cot. He was working his lips, clearly searching for something to say.

And well, Lucius was many things, but he was not impatient -- He could wait. 

As the silence lengthened, Izzy eventually spoke. “What do you mean I deserve it?”

Lucius raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Why would I deserve your help?”

“You’re part of this crew, aren’t you?”

“I’m part of Blackbeard’s crew.”

“We both know that there hasn’t been a difference between the crews in a while.”

“Speak for yourself.”

“So what… you snuck down here, so you could lick your injuries like some kind of cat, and then hide your injuries from the crew? Why?”

“Injuries are a weakness, Spriggs,” said Izzy, and wow, that was more honest of an answer than Lucius was expecting. And from the look on Izzy’s face, it was more honest of an answer than he had planned to give. “Don’t tell the crew about this.”

Lucius nodded. “I won’t,” he stepped closer to Izzy, taking the cloth that he still had clenched in his fist. He knelt down next to him, so that he could start wiping away the blood. He also poured a generous amount of alcohol over the wound -- It had to burn, but Izzy barely reacted, sitting frozen under his touch.

“You know,” Lucius said, “if you told the rest of the crew, they wouldn’t like… use your injury against you or anything. They’d just be concerned for you.”

“The fuck they would. The crew hates me.”

“No, we don’t!” Lucius paused as Izzy gave him a disbelieving look. “Okay, maybe we hate you a little,” he amended. “But we don’t hate, hate you. We haven’t tried to kill you recently, have we? Not since Stede has been back!”

That actually got a small chuckle out of Izzy. Lucius marveled at the sound of it -- He didn’t think he’d ever heard Izzy laugh in a way that wasn’t bitter.

“Okay, Spriggs, I’ll give you that one.”

Izzy’s face was more open than Lucius had ever seen it, and he would swear Izzy was leaning into his touch as he cleaned his wound. Maybe the burn of alcohol wasn’t so bad after all? Or maybe that was just the point.

 “How did you even get hurt anyway?” Lucius asked. “You’re the best sword fighter of all of us.”

“It’s this stupid toe,” Izzy said, voice softer than Lucius had expected. “Still off-balance since it happened. And the sudden pain there, it’s almost like the pain of losing it all again.”

“I get that,” Lucius said. “My finger still hurts like that sometimes.”

Izzy looked surprised by that admission, but then he hummed in acknowledgment, waiting for Lucius to finish cleaning his wound. Lucius was almost sorry to pull away the cloth.

“Okay,” Lucius said. “Bandage next.”

This process was quicker -- Lucius just needed to wind the cloth tight around Izzy’s midsection, and then tie it tight. Izzy could’ve done it himself, of course, but it was easier with Lucius’s help. It was still pretty difficult for Lucius to understand why Izzy was so intent on refusing to ask for help -- Sure, Izzy had said he didn’t want anyone to be aware of a weakness, but not even Fang? Not even Ivan? He was pretty sure Izzy would trust Ed with knowledge of his injury, but then, Izzy probably considered that request an imposition. How does someone make it so long on a crew where they refused to rely on anyone? Lucius supposed that was a question for another day.

When the bandage was secured, Lucius gave another glance to Izzy’s face. His expression was still surprisingly open, and well, maybe it was worth seeing if that tenderness could extend past injury. So Lucius decided to risk it.

He reached a careful hand across to Izzy’s, settling his fingers against the bones of Izzy’s wrist. For a moment, Izzy stiffened, but then he exhaled and relaxed into the touch. Lucius rubbed his thumb in gentle circles over Izzy’s inner wrist.

“Listen,” Lucius said. “If you want, I could… stay for a bit.”

There was a moment where Izzy seemed to consider it. Like this was a thing that he wanted to pursue. And looking at Izzy’s face, well… Lucius was intrigued that he could inspire this response in Izzy just through gentle touches. Touches to his hands, no less.  He wondered what other touches would be like. He wanted to pull Izzy toward him, to let Izzy rest his head on his chest. He wanted to run his fingers through his hair and to kiss the hollow of his throat. 

But before Izzy could answer, a call echoed through the ship. “Izzy, I need your help with this!” Blackbeard called.

Izzy’s expression changed immediately, locking into place. He pulled on his shirt in a way that Lucius thought had to pull at his stomach, and within seconds, he was at the door. “Don’t tell anyone about this,” he said, glancing back at Lucius with hardened eyes. But then, for a moment, his expression changed. “But thank you.”

Before Lucius could decide what to answer, Izzy had spun around and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

#this is longer than i intended so i'm putting most of it under a read more lol #honestly this is long enough that i might also post it on ao3 if people like it #(maybe with another round of light editing) #i don't normally post prompts but this is literally 1500 words LOL #ANYWAY this is why it took me awhile to answer this ask #i also find these voices kinda challenging to write in so it's been fun to mess around with them! #going to have to write more ofmd fic clearly #ofmd #ask #fic prompts

[valentinamartinez]

Title: Mornings Like These

Location: Juan Diego's House

Status: Paused ( Will continue when and if player returns ) ( Part 2 of 2 )

Platform: Discord

Rating: SFW ( No Smut Present )

Context: This is part two of Mornings like these only it's kind of the afternoon/twilight and they are on JD's balcony in his jacuzzi, drinking wine and talking about life.

Tagging: @juandiego-flores

Juan Diego Flores. He chuckled and slowly sneak to come behind her and start kissing her neck "That's not true, I love Valentina the whole package, just as much as I love your ass." He started to guide her to where the laundry room was and decided that probably it was a good way to start giving her a tour of his house, show every corner of it if this was going to start being a second home for her too.

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐙. Feeling him behind her made her smile, leaning into him and smiling as she stretched up and wound her arms around his neck “you’re so bad for business you know that” turning around to kiss him once holding a finger up “only one because if I kiss you more then we will end up back in that bed” smirking as she wondered the house with him “Ahhh there it is” attempting to do the laundry for him, throwing their clothes in there as well, though she kept his T-shirt hoisting herself up on the bench in the laundry “want to help me make your bed when the sheets dry?”

Juan Diego Flores. "And I'm not even sorry" He smirked and kissed her on her neck before agreeing with her that if they kept with the kissing they would end up making another mess. "Yes of course I will, but if you want while that's done I can keep showing you around, and we can go upstairs so you can see the little rooftop"

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐙. "I'm not sorry here but we will never get anything cute done if you keep kissing my neck like that" knowing that she didn't trust herself to be in his company; "I would love that" offering her hand to him; "Who knew you also had a little rooftop? I can see you reading up there" she whispered wrapping her legs around his waist; "Or perhaps practicing magic, maybe doing some wingaurdium leviosa up there"

Juan Diego Flores. "I think we always do everything cute, things just get a little taken away" He chuckled. "I can do some Wingardium Leviosa anywhere actually" He laughed and carried her there, it was indeed one of his favorite places to be. "Here we are."

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐙. "I think it's mostly you, you are very cute but it's also your fault" poking her finger into his chest as she wound her legs around his waist and allowed him to carry her to his roof top; "I would love you to show me your Wingardium Leviosa actually, I'm very fascinated by it" her being a human meant that anything else prompted a lot of questions and curiosities and she hadn't been able to see that side of him just yet; "Wow" delatching herself from him walking out onto the rooftop; "Did you design this? Like did you build it yourself?"

Juan Diego Flores. "I'm the cute and you are the hot one, then?" He knew he was playing since she was cute, hot, gorgeous, she was everything. "I can show you, I mean there are things that are a lot easier to show you." He laughed "I mean not everything but part of it yes, I designed I wanted to have this exactly the way it is, for a long day or to have a little high out at my own place. Funny enough I haven't use the jacuzzi that much."

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐙. "That would make sense if you weren't both" taking everything in, it was definitely stunning and she knew that JD had good taste but sometimes you had to see it to believe it "I would love you to show me, but hang on a minute-... does that mean you put me under a love spell hmmm?" clearly fucking with him, tugging on his hand to come with her, wanting to be near him always; "You are so amazing. Like this was your vision" he designed this, and that was incredible; "That will definitely change, in fact, why don't I get some wine, you can remove this t-shirt and you can show me your-... Levoisa or whatever"

Juan Diego Flores. He laughed "You know what's funny I was thinking just that" He smiled and shook his head "Nah, I couldn't do that, not to mention it wouldn't feel this natural." He kissed her. "Fine, sounds like an amazing. But you know I can't with you making sound Leviosa so sexy that it's almost a dirty word."

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐙. "I like to think that my natural ability to love you would cancel out any attempt of a love spell" wounding her arms around his neck stepping closer to him, pulling him closer by the waist "almost like a automatic rejection because I already love you so much so it wouldn't even be possible, not to mention the waisted spell" her finger tips caressing his beard; "I always want to see your leviosa" making it sound dirty on purpose almost purring it to him; "Go get the wine, I will figure-... this spa out"

Juan Diego Flores. He smiled and nodded "Yeah exactly I think that would happen, and I want to feel that you feel the same way I do but because you truly feel it. Which I know you do" He kissed her fingers and nodded "I'll be right back with the wine, and just check those buttons it will get ready right away." He smiled and kissed her before walking to the bar to get a good wine and came back.

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐙. Letting him go, the femme wondered over to the jacuzzi, there were definitely some buttons that were around the edge, one press and the tub itself roared to life, it caused her to smile and sighed as she went over to the balcony looking over at the view waiting for Juan to get back, who knew that she could be this in love with someone this amazing. She just hoped that one it didn't end and two she didn't screw this up.

Juan Diego Flores. Juan rushed out to find the best wine he had and two glasses. It was amazing how he had built this place to share it with someone and it wasn't until now that it felt that way, it was like a home, like the purpose he had made it for was now complete. He came back but took the time to enjoy the view of her just chilling on the balcony looking so happy and carefree, he smiled and walked to her "Have I told you today how beautiful you are? You make any view better."

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐙. The amount of time in which he returned made her laugh; “Maybe instead of Harry Potter I should call you Houdini instead” making her smirk; “Usually I don’t say this because you last in bed but you sure were damn quick” knowing she had probably something to do with that “and I also know you’re lying now considering this view is breathtaking and I’m in your tshirt with no panties” flashing him real quick for funsies

Juan Diego Flores. He laughed "I really like Houdini as a nickname" Juan Diego knew well what she meant, cause he truly would go all fast and furious if it meant that he would get to see her sooner "I'm very fast when I have to be, but with you, with you I want to take all the time in the world." It was amazing just how he couldn't stop smiling around her, "You are making no sense actually, you are the breathtaking part of this view, for wearing only my t-shirt" He came in to kiss her "You know this is exactly why I made this place, to have this view fully complete with the woman I love in it, and I'm so happy it's you the one that complete this."

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐙. “I’m not going to call you that in bed but it would be a fun nickname to call you around the house” smirking as she assumed her favourite position, one she might as well be known for, stepping forward with her arms around his neck his kind words just seemed to sink into her absorbing them “Well this tshirt is going to come off in a second as much as I love it I think it would feel weird if I sat in the water with it” returning his kiss, once, twice, three times “you’re so thankful and I love it I literally don’t have to do anything and I get showered in compliments. Then people wonder why I’m grumpy every day at work when I don’t get any” emitting a laughter; “Now where’s that wine” stepping away so that she could watch him watch her strip his shirt off so very naked underneath “hope your neighbours don’t mind” throwing a wink at him

Juan Diego Flores. He chuckled "Well I don't mind if you call me that in bed, I'd know that is not because I'm quick but because I'm the greatest" Juan Diego opened up the bottle and watched her strip "I could care less about what my neighbors might think, also lucky enough I don't think they can watch us that much so who cares, he smirked, "I will make a reminder to send you a lot of compliments so you can have a good day at work until we see each other." He served her a glass of wine and gave it to her.

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐙. The first thing Valentina did was get into the Jacuzzi which thankfully had heated up in the small amount of time it had been turned on, sitting on the edge of it waiting for her man; “I am not calling you Houdini in bed” reaffirming playfully “There is nothing that would dry me up quicker than being like -… ohhhh Houdini like no. Definitely not” faking a moan for the effects of the response “Something tells me you have a voyager kink as well somewhere in there accepting his glass of wine as she got in; “thank you mi amore, this is so nice, and warm and bubbly” waiting for him to join her “you don’t have to do that you do enough for me as is and besides just the thought of seeing you again improves my mood instantly” always wanting to be close to him as she sat herself on his lap even in the water, bringing the wine to her lips “oh this is going to go straight to my head eventually”

Juan Diego Flores. He laughed "Okay you are right about being a turn-off, I like what you call me better." Juan Diego smiled got undressed and got in with her putting the wine close to them. "Really, and what makes you think that" To be honest he did have something like that but he wanted to see what was giving him away at the end. JD smiled at her sitting on his lap, he started to kiss her shoulder "Well lucky enough today we don't have anything else to do"

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐙. “Which is what? Papi? Daddy? Big Boy? JD? Juan?” Purring his name at him slightly teasing him as she rolled her neck allowing him more access, it was a good mood, happy, content, she didn’t ever wanna leave “The fact that I feel like we could fuck right now and you wouldn’t care at all. In fact I think you would take me to that balcony of there and rail me the hardest you’ve ever railed me in your entire life and you would love it” taking another sip from her flute, eyes widening upon emphasising her words; “Nothing but each other right” placing the flute behind him on the edge of the tub; “I am curious about your little magic spells though. I want you to show me or at least tell me about them like what can you do? Don’t have a wand and a lightening bolt scar?”

Juan Diego Flores. He growled "All of the above" She had so much on him, he was curious if she just knew him the best or if he was just extremely basic and was very easy to figure out. "There is a very little list of places I wouldn't fuck you and yes you are right, I would give any fucks that we are out in the public, I'll do it all, and more important love every second of it." Juan Diego smirked "I have a very magic wand that can make you very happy if you shake it right" He kissed her "My strongest powers are healers, I don't really know where they come from, probably from my great grand abuela, but I'm skillful with healing spells, which came quite handy being a boxer, it's not easy when you have to apply them to yourself but is better than nothing, now as I'm a Flores so there's some gleam of strong and darkness in my powers, not that we rule by it but there's some inside all of us, some of us are darker than others, but that means I can curse items quite well, not that I choose to."

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐙. "See if there was a Juan Diego Flores Quizz I would pass with flying colours" responding to the other with a smirk, as she turned her attention to the next statement that he said; "I don't know if I should be offended or if I should be satisfied with that answer, what places aren't you fucking me in hmmm?" mockingly crossing her arms as if it's something to be mad about "That was so lame and you know it" but it did make her laugh so she couldn't entirely be mad; "What do you mean by dark magic, like a dementor is going to be summoned if you do it? Or like a house is going to drop on my ruby slippers all Dorothy Gale style?"

Juan Diego Flores."You would kill it" Juan Diego smiled, he was more than okay that she knew him so well. "Is not places more like situations, would I fuck you if there was a kid watching us, sorry but no, while a woman is having birth in front of us again, no? But it's like very crazy situations as I said" He laughed "I know it was but you laughed and that was the whole point of it." He laughed louder and kissed her "I have never tried to move a whole house but the point is in the balance of dark and light my balance leans a little too dark. But let's see I can do this" He started to move his hands so the water would mimic his moves and eventually turn into figures playing in front of them.

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐙. "But the question is, would you kill a Valentina Martinez quizz?" quirking her eyebrow at him, it might be fun to throw some questions at him some time; "Okay completely fair but I would sincerely hope no one would ever do that period, the screaming of childbirth would definitely kill the mood and experience" reaching for the wine glass again, lips wrapping around the transparent edge as she allowed the red liquid to hit her lips; "You always make me laugh, that's definitely one of your magic tricks for sure" definitely joking with him not wanting to discredit his talent for being handsome and comedic; "I get what you are saying but you're suggesting magic that would be used for worse as oppose to better right?" trying to wrap her head around everything and making sure that she understood what he was saying, Valentina was oh so invested; "And when you said that your family was known for dark magic is that because of who used it in your past?" questioning further almost like she was a journalist writing a paper before being distracted with his little trick; "And you didn't think to do this last night?" joking with him "I was wet enough for it, I mean could you imagine?" it was rather hilarious to think about "Jokes aside but that was sincerely amazing and magical, I could easily market you as a magician and make an absolute killing from you, pimp you out to kids for birthday parties"

Juan Diego Flores. "I think I would be very good at it and pass it with an excellent note." He chuckled "Well yeah, like I said it would be in very extreme situations, but if you ask me if would I do it with you in a hospital, of course, it just depends on the situation that I wouldn't." He watched her hypnotize, she was pretty sure that she didn't really see but it was like the most simple things she made it look so special, even if was as simple as drinking a glass of wine. "I just always want to make you laugh, I love your laugh and smile." "It's about invocating darkness, my family became powerful for the invocation of dark spirits and we kind of protected our kind with those powers. But it was a very long time ago. It just kind of stuck with us up until now." Juan Diego laughed "I mean I was more focused on something else. Are you going to dress me up and pimp me for money?"

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐙. "I might need to quizz you one time, when you least expect it" it would definitely be a fun little date night idea for the both of them; "There are a lot of places that we can do it, the last would definitely be a hospital that's for sure, like a movie theatre, that's hot, we have yet to fuck in a boxing ring I think you'd really like that" the ideas were quite literally endless; "I love the way you look at me, I can't explain it but I always catch you looking at me and I don't know if it's something I have on my face or if there is something in my hair" she was looking at him now, it was easy to see the love and admiration she had in her eyes and if it weren't for them conversing about magic she would have interrupted him with a kiss; "That's interesting, I guess you have to be born with magic then, not like you were cursed as a child or anything" being a human meant that she learnt little to nothing about the supernatural and even though she knew it existed she did turn a blind eye -... mostly anyways; "What were you focused on? Knowing you it would be my body, but I was definitely thinking of children birthday parties and maybe hen nights, everyone loves close up magic"

Juan Diego Flores. "I'm ready for it, so hit me at any time you want." He smirked confident that he would do good, of course deep inside he would feel a little anxious cause he wanted to let her know just how much he had been paying attention to what she always said, even when it was hard to keep focus when she always looked so amazing. "So when are we going out to watch a movie and train you" He was more than excited to try everything she had suggested, he didn't know he had so little self-control up until they started to date. Juan Diego giggled and shook his head "Nothing like that, it's that I just can't take my eyes off you, you make everything look so special and beautiful even drinking just plain water." "Yes you have to be born with magic, unlike other supernaturals, you can't turn into a witch, but we can turned into other supernatural species if we get bitten, possessed, touched, or drown."

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐙. Valentina would never take it to heart if he ever got a question wrong, she knows his love and devotion to her was undying, if anything she was impressed with his capability to tolerate her at all sometimes; "Maybe one date night we can quiz each other, and whoever wins gets to dictate the entire week" which would be fun if she won but also pique her curiosity if she lost because she would want to know what a day in his eyes would look like; "The training we have booked in remember? But I wouldn't mind going to the movies this weekend, I don't even know what's on at the cinemas, I have someone to blame for being in my little love bubble with" leaning forward to place a soft gentle kiss on his lips; "Which I love being in every single time" the steam rising from the jacuzzi setting the atmosphere as well as causing a condensation on her glass as she spoke; "You're down bad for me aren't you?" as was she for him; "I love watching you read, you look so hot with your glasses, I wouldn't even care if you wanted to read me the phone book I think you're so attractive when you're distracted" finishing the wine and placing it behind his head again, arms around his neck, love language coming into play; "I have umm, been bitten before, consensually of course and it was before we kind of rekindled, I was kind of a feeder for a vampire in town but I told him I didn't want to do it any more" feeling the need to confess so it didn't feel like some dirty secret she kept

Juan Diego Flores. "I really hope that plan, so you got yourself a deal" He smiled actually both getting excited about the idea of him winning but also knowing that if she won at the end of the day he would still get his quality time with her, and that's all he wanted. "I don't think I know either, but we can decide that an hour before going right?" Juan Diego smiled "I love it too and I wouldn't change it for anything." He moved his hands down her torso, to her waist "Very bad, but don't you just love it" He smiled "I will remember to use my glasses more often for you" JD was surprised by her confession, he had to admit he was a bit jealous but also curious about the why she decided to be a feeder. "Did you do it for a long time, weren't you scared that they might lose control and take too much from you?"

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐙. "I will be extra suspicious if you just start asking random questions to me through the day so don't try anything in the lead up" playfully squinting her eyes at him, moving closer on his lap, she had the entire interor of the jacuzzi but she wanted to be right up against him, feeling the wine already; "Do you want another glass" it wasn't like she was going anywhere tonight; "And yeah I think so I remember when I was a kid I used to sneak into any movies and theatres anyways regardless of if I paid for it" It was a fond memory she had in amongst all the chaos; "I love when you put your glasses on, it makes me want to get on my knees for you every time you do" and she definitely wasn't lying about that; "It wasn't for a long time, I guess I wasn't seeing any one, and I was a tad bit lonely, more than I liked to admit at the time and I just liked the way it felt, I liked the high that it gave me, kind of like taking drugs but without taking drugs" explaining it to the other; "In the moment you don't really think of anything like that, you're kind of just in a haze which is what I wanted when your brain just doesn't shut up sometimes

Juan Diego Flores. He laughed "No, no, I won't cheat, I'm a good guy and usually like to play by the book." He is usually very honest with the word usually, since, when he had to win, he was willing to misbehave. "Yes please, I will take another" He knew it was very likely that they end up drunk, but it wasn't like they had anything else to do. "I loved that image of you, I used to rent so many movies, it was kind of a family thing that I used to work extra helping the neighbors to get some money so I could rent a bunch of movies and watch it with my siblings and cousins. That's why I'm doing that again with Santi." He smirked "Then I'm going to start wearing them all the time." He didn't really need to it was more for when he sat and read, but if she was going to put it that way, he was going to take advantage of them. He listened to her having a lot more questions than before, he felt somewhat sad now that he knew why she did it "How you met the vampire?"

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐙. "I know you are, but you're my good guy and it's one of the things I love about you, though you should know I'm competitive and will try and cheat if it means I can win" it was more to have fun than anything, even if Valentina lost, it wasn't like she would take it to heart, both sides of the prizes would be a win to her; "You're lucky that you had a good relationship with your family, I will always be jealous of that" alot of her growing up was spent rebelling and fighting for things other girls had at the time, she knew that a lot of people were close with her family and she wanted that too but the older she got, the more she realised she was born to carry on a name and legacy rather than just be loved for who she was; "I always flirted with this one guy that worked there, nothing happened but he let me and my friends watch movies for free" it was probably one of the first times she learned that looks could be worth a lot more than originally thought. "Well I'm definitely never going to get bored" pouring them both another glass of wine, a smirk on her face if only for a fleeting moment as she responded before replying to his other question; "I was at Elixir one night after work, I had a really shit day, it was quite explosive in court and the stress really high and I just remember seeing him there, he was so different and old fashioned and I don't know I think I had one too many martini's and we just started chatting, I had questions, one thing lead to another and I just asked him too, I was curious and I wanted to know what it felt like" being honest with him

Juan Diego Flores. He smiled "Not surprised at all that you are competitive and do anything in your power to win. I wish I could say I will let you win 'cause I love you but I miss winning so I will fight it." It wasn't really a lie, he was just as competitive as she was but she could truly change that so he will have to wait and see how hard he was going to play to win. He snorted "I'm lucky I have some good family but funny enough like was more complex, the first movie I rented was because our dad didn't let Santi go, because it was a girl movie, and Flores men needed to be tough, mainly, my father has never accepted him for who he was, I kind of still feel guilty because I was always subject to be compare too, funny thing is I never really liked fighting I did it because I was good at, and I wanted to be famous. But I was never what my father praised me for." JD laughed "You know I know you are beautiful and it's quite a plus, but I love you beyond that." "I hope so, cause is very likely that my sight will get worse with time." JD joked but he knew it was going to happen eventually. There was a hint of jealousy building up inside of him, he knew she had stopped seeing him, but it was still there, he was not really hiding it but she was being honest with him and that's all it mattered "Do you miss it?"

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐙. "It also wouldn't seem like a fair win or a fair fight if you let me win, there's a certain kind of satisfaction that comes with winning even if it's because I cheated" allowing herself to float away from him for a moment, her legs cramping as she dipped her head under the water coming back up moments later, as time went on the heat of the jacuzzi definitely making her temperature rise, along with the alcohol in her system; "I know what that's like, with fathers I mean, they are always so closed minded, but also they want things for their children that they want for themselves and if they choose their own path or don't want to do it then they are a disgrace to the family or they are a rejection." It was sad what him and his brother had to get too if anything Valentina felt the same for herself growing up only it was both her mother and her father expecting so much from her and getting very little in return; "My parents always expected me to be just like them, people that leech from others for the sake of fame and fortune, I didn't buy into it, didn't agree to it, and I tried so hard to be liked by them but in the end it was never going to work so I gave up, told them to go fuck themselves in true Valentina fashion and made my own path" explaining to her boyfriend as she swam back to him; "I do and I don't, like I miss how it made it me feel but I don't need to get bitten by a vampire in order to feel that high you know?" reiterating to the other, "I kind of wish-... I kind of wish I was one though, kind of was toying with the idea" mumbling to him almost afraid of his reaction

Juan Diego Flores. "Yeah the satisfaction needs to be there, and I will fight hard so we'll see go gets the satisfaction" He smiled and took a sip of the new glass of wine, just enjoying the warm bubbling feeling of the water. "I'm very proud of who you became all by yourself, you built your own path and fought so hard to be where you are. So yeah I'm very proud of you." He helped her to come closer to him, he didn't know this, but he figured if there was a supernatural thought that might cross her might, a vampire seemed to fit right for her "Do you still think about it, becoming a one?"

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐙. "It's no fun winning if you let me win so you better fight hard or I will fight you for not fighting hard to win" not sure if it actually made sense out loud but hoping it made sense enough for him to get what she was talking about; "And I am proud of you, for looking after your brother, I know it's not easy but I'm proud of you either way" placing little tiny kisses all over his face, she could be so affectionate when she was half drunk half tipsy; "I do, often it's always playing in the back of my mind because like I'm scared of growing old, I don't want to be old, I just want to be this pretty forever and I know I can't control you or change your mind but I want you forever and I just want to be us forever and the only way to do that is to become immortalised"

#( discord. ) #( ch: juandiegoflores. ) #cleaning out drafts

[marsmarvel02]

"What Manny Can't Fix" Review: Chapters 22 and 23

Welcome back and welcome again to my review of "What Manny Can't Fix" a Handy Manny fanfic that- dare I say it- is just not very good.

Last time, in a plot development so ridiculous I actually burst out laughing when I read it, Iron Grip proposed to Carrie. Today, we watch as the unthreateningly-named villain Wisp puts into motion his plan to ruin their wedding.

Oh boy this is going to be fun!

(And as always, if you'd like to start this review series from the beginning, Chapter 1 is here.)

Chapter 22

Iron Grip anxiously paced around the garage the night before his wedding.-

Skipping right to wedding night? Are you sure you don’t want to spend a few chapters plunking around with the preparations first?

- Outside thunder boomed as gray storm clouds formed in the sky.

Don’t you just hate it when the weather decides to reflect your emotional state?

What if I mess up my vows? What if I trip going down the aisle?

He gasped aloud. WHAT IF SHE DOESN'T WANT TO MARRY ME!? Am I even good enough for her? Ugh….Will I be a good husband?

His breathing got heavier as he kept going back and forth on the workbench.

Nearby Wisp was watching him. Looks like someone is getting cold feet...Maybe I can help calm his nerves…

Dun dun DUNNN!

He grinned as he made his way over to the anxious monkey wrench. "Still awake, Iron Grip?"

Iron Grip was startled as he turned around. "W...Wisp?....Wh...what are you doing here?"

"I live here." He said, puzzled.

Line of the century, ladies and gentlemen.

"No I...I mean...here...on the table...with me?" Iron Grip shakily tried to explain.

"Well, I was hoping you were still up." Wisp said. "Because you haven't had your bachelor party yet!"

Oh wow, a bachelor party! No Handy Manny fanfic could possibly feel complete without one of those!

They should invite a couple of local fratbros. I see no way that could go wrong.

"Bachelor party? Oh, no no, I don't need one of those!" Iron Grip protested anxiously.

“Oh, of course you do!” Wisp said. “Bachelor parties are a tradition! You need to have one!”

Iron Grip frowned, still a bit uneasy. “I...I...I guess...but...why do you want to throw me one? We’re...we’re always fighting and all…”

“All water under the bridge.” Wisp said. “I want us to move on for this and...start fresh.”

Iron Grip managed a small smile. “Oh...okay….thank you Wisp…”

DON’T TRUST HIM, YOU IDIOT!

“Come on, I’ve got everything set up outside.” Wisp said, hopping off the work bench.

“Out...outside?” Iron Grip gulped. “But...but it’s going to rain…”

“Oh, don’t worry about that!” Wisp said. “We’ll be out of the rain, we just need some more space.”

Iron Grip seemed unsure, but he sighed. “O...okay…” Hesitantly he leapt off the workbench and followed Wisp.

Wisp slowly pushed the door open, and led him outside. They were greeted by a cold wind, spraying stray raindrops onto them.

Wait, I thought you said it was going to rain, not that it was already raining.

Iron Grip shivered. “It’s...it’s kinda...c...cold out here…”

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad.” Wisp reassured him. He paused for a moment. “Oh! I forgot something inside! Wait here.”

Wisp went back inside the garage...and pushed a large cardboard box against the door.

Ah yes, cardboard. A very sturdy material for a barricade.

Sarcasm aside, I know the box is probably supposed to have heavy material in it, but shouldn’t the author maybe establish that instead of leaving us to infer it?

Iron Grip’s eyes widened before he ran over to the door. “Wisp! Wisp! Wisp, wh...what are you doing!?”

Wisp looked at Iron Grip from the other side of the door, smirking.

So the door has a window? DESCRIBE YOUR SETTING, AUTHOR!

Iron Grip breathed heavily and the rain started to fall down even harder. “Wisp!”

Thunder roared loudly and Iron Grip whimpered, hiding behind a garbage can as the wind whipped harshly.

I can’t believe Wisp would do that!

He thought for a moment.

Okay….I guess I can actually…

Late to the realization much? 

The rain started pooling on the roof and pouring down. Iron Grip yelped as he got splashed by a huge puddle of water.

I just thought of a summer camp I went to as a kid where it thunderstormed every Friday afternoon like clockwork. I think going there has permanently improved my ability as a writer to describe thunderstorms- how the rain pours so hard it stings the skin and rattles the roofs above our heads, how lightning sometimes isn’t a single flash but a series of flickering flashes in strobe, how thunder is not a snap or a crack but a deep, resonant roar that lasts for several seconds, how the torrent of rain strikes the layer of water that has accumulated on the ground with such force that it sends up a spray so that I could sit by one of the lunchroom’s screen windows, close my eyes, and imagine myself at the seaside…

He tried to shake himself off and pressed his back against the garage. I gotta find a way back in!

Sorry for rambling. I guess what I’m trying to say is that someone should put more effort into creating vivid imagery.

Iron Grip quickly hopped to the back of the garage and gripped the door handle in his jaw. It’s locked! Anne is always careful with locking up the garage….

The thunder boomed even louder and Iron Grip whimpered as he hid behind the trashcan again. 

It’s okay Iron Grip it’s okay...breathe...just breathe….Anne will notice you’re missing and go looking for you….Yeah...yeah...then she’ll come and get you! You just...have to wait out the storm….

Try banging on the door! Or the walls! Or the windows that might or might not exist! Make an effort to wake up the people inside and alert them to your predicament! Don’t just- AAAARGH!

With water still dripping on him, Iron Grip’s eyes slowly shut and he fell asleep.

Chapter 23

The sun beamed down on Iron Grip as he slowly opened his eyes. He let out a small groan as he stood up.

Ugh...What happened last night?-

A sentiment heard after many a bachelor party.

-Iron Grip looked around and saw the ground was soaked with rain puddles.

As he stretched out his back, he heard a gritting sound, like sand being shifted.  Confused, Iron Grip looked at his reflection in a nearby puddle. 

To his horror, he was covered in a layer of rust.

“N...no…” He whimpered. “I’m all….all…”

“Rusty?” A voice finished for him.

Oh hello, Worse Version Of Iago.

Iron Grip jumped and turned around to see Wisp standing in the doorway of the garage. He smirked as he went over.

I’m serious. My ELA class is going over Othello right now, and Wisp is literally just Iago if Shakespeare had forgotten that the reason why Iago’s manipulations work- he maintains a false reputation of helpfulness and trustworthiness, so the people in his life believe he has their best interests at heart and thus have no reason not to follow his advice.

“How’s the groom doing this morning?” Wisp asked.

Rusty agreeing to go outside in the rain because of Wisp’s promised “bachelor party” makes about as much sense as if Cassio knew that Iago envied his position and hated his guts and still took his suggestion to drink a bit at the party anyway.

“Groom? Oh no! The...the wedding!” Iron Grip gasped. “I...I have to get ready!”

Sorry, that was a bit long-winded.

“Whoa, whoa.” Wisp said. “You’re gonna go in there….like that? All... rusty ?”

Iron Grip hesitantly looked at himself in the puddle again, seeing the orange rust still formed on him.

Heeey, wasn’t the “monkey wrench” in Handy Manny proper orange?

“Your bride won’t even be able to look at you without being disgusted.” Wisp said.

“W..what? No! Carrie loves me, for me!” Iron Grip snapped.

“But you look nothing like the shiny, silver tool she fell in love with.” Wisp said. “You’re just going to embarrass yourself if you go in there like this.”

“W...what do I do then?” Iron Grip whimpered.

Wisp exhaled in thought. “Well….it would probably be best if you left.”

“Leave?” Iron Grip whined. “But...but this is my home...and I...I…I won’t…”

“....won’t be of any use all rusted like this.” Wisp said. “If you go back in, Anne will throw you in the scrap metal bin for sure when she sees you.”

Iron Grip’s eyes widened. “N...no...no….Anne wouldn’t do that….She’s my friend...I...I…”

“Are you willing to take that chance?” Wisp asked. 

Iron Grip froze.

This is actually a better-executed manipulation, as Wisp is playing on Rus- I mean, Iron Grip’s anxiety and fear of taking risks.

It’s still not a very good manipulation, but it’s better.

“Or would you rather run off and know you’ll be spared from becoming scrap metal?”

Iron Grip hesitated for a moment.

Then slowly he backed away from the garage and bolted down the sidewalk.

Ah yes, slowly bolting down the sidewalk. That makes sense.

(You can find out where Iron Grip's slothlike bolting took him in the next part of my review.)

#marsmarvel02 does a review #review #fanfiction review #bad fanfic review #handy manny #what manny can't fix review

[bullshit-bulltrue]

so science lab was fucking insane today bc we had a substitute .

i had to be mean to someone, almost got hit with a chancla, found out a guy i liked in elementary has a crush on me, and i ended up falling asleep in the midst of it all

and bc i wanna type the rest in a weird format, here u go:

me: *leaves at the end of class* *goes to locker bc holy shit i just found out a guy likes me* *gets pissed bc shit don't be adding up* *contemplates why he would like me* lowkey gets mad 💀* *screeches + punches my locker and leaves a small dent* (...oopsie) *closes my locker and takes a deep breath*

ben: *pops up outta nowhere* (awoop jumpscare) (but in a good way) hey! *does a lil wave*

me: hi!

ben: yo your class was REALLY loud. we could hear you guys all the way from our room.

me: yeah it was ten times louder inside.

ben: damn

*pauses for a minute bc we kept bumping into each other since everyone else is fucking bumping into us*

me: hey did Mr e. play the gummy bear song for you guys and make you all dance?

ben: yeah *kinda embarrassed*

me: i figured, i heard it playing from the hallways lol

ben: well you guys were way louder lol

me: yeah its bc we had a sub

ben: ohhh that makes sense

me: everyone went crazy i swear. people running everywhere, almost got hit with a chancla

ben: wait what?!

me: yeah someone took aaron's slipper and threw it over my head. that was fun.

ben: oh wow

me: surprised i got out of class in time

ben: why's that?

me: oh i fell asleep and barely woke up before the bell

ben: you can fall asleep in there??? it was fucking loud

me: yeah, i can fall asleep if im tired enough

ben: wow

*we walk out the building doors and head toward the front of the school*

ben: hey did you finish the english essay?

me: i haven't even started it

ben: oh i finished it already

ben: ah..

me: yeah its due tonight so i'm just gonna scrape smth together

me: that was a joke. um, a bad one. it's not that hard, so i'll finish it up in no time. besides, we only have to write like 2 paragraphs minimum

ben: uhh yeah i *might* have written a more than two paragraphs..

me: what, like four?

ben: um.. more

me: seven? six?

ben: one less

me: five? omg, good job

ben: and i'm thinking of coloring in the drawing too. aiming for that extra credit 😎 but idk yet (he was joking. our school doesn't allow extra credit)

me: thats good! and hey as long as you have some pretty solid writing, i wouldn't worry too much about the drawing.

ben: yeah. oh and uhm i'll show you my writing tomorrow (we have english Okay!

me: okay! *about to leave*

ben: wait a minute! i actually have a picture of it saved, because i sent it to [insert persons name i dont remember]. *shows me the picture of the writing and drawing* me: wow, that's really good!

ben: yeah i actually don't know how many paragraphs that is lol (he didn't use indentations) and i still don't know about coloring it in

me: i'd say that's about 4-5. and, as i said, don't worry too much about coloring it in. you have a good amount written, so you should get a solid grade on that. and the diagram for your drawing looks good. if anything, maybe highlight the main parts. so it's bold you know?

ben: okay, thanks!

me: yeah, anytime! ever need help, just ask.

ben: okay!

me: see ya later!

ben: yeah, bye!

so yeah <3

also i figured out what was different abt him

so yk that part where ur hairline ends? yeah he got it. it was bugging me all day bc I couldn't for the life of me figure out what was different lol

#☆ hawk talk #☆ ben

[thosetaleskids]

“One mabo curry, served fresh!” Ludger announced as he emerged from the back of his brother’s stand. Though Julius’ Tomato Specials was ‘semi-officially closed’ due to Julius aiding in some post-maintenance work (since if you’re going to flaunt your teleportation powers, may as well use it for a good cause), so Ludger was acting as a ‘back-up chef’ so customers weren’t left to dry for the day.

 In short, no need to hide unless the other Ludger dropped by! Then… he’d just have to make due. 

As the young Malak either poked at or jumped straight into his dish, Ludger had an important statement! “While you’re eating, I wanted to thank you for how you’ve been treating Elle, my brother, and I.” Elle especially– Magilou called it a crush, but it likely wasn’t that deep…. maybe? “Elle’s been over the moon even after the Void Entity Incident, and my brother’s impressed by your mature yet friendly outlook. To call our lives and reputations back home ‘complicated’ is putting things lightly; kindness like yours isn’t something we receive often.” 

“So for your big heart, here’s a gift from all of us!” Ludger presented the Malak two small boxes, one resembling a snowy field and the other a flowing grassland. Inside the respected boxes were a pinned Snow Butterfly and an Aladhian Beetle. The book Silva left behind hinted Laphicet liked bugs, so why not give him a memento of their world’s bugs? 

“Thank you for caring about us, Laphicet. I hope we've made you feel as special as you have us.”

"Wow! It looks so good!"

Enthusiastic boy was enthusiastic about his curry; there was absolutely no hiding the way his face lit up as the dish was set before him. Never one to let good food go to waste, he dug in hungrily, already assuming that to have been all--

And paused to look at Ludger, mouth half-full, as the other kept speaking.

He definitely coloured a little at the mention of Elle, although Phi hoped that could be passed off as just from the heat of the curry. While he would not have called it exactly a crush, the fact remained that Magilou perhaps wasn't as far from the mark as she might have been. There was definitely a something there that was different to what he felt for the other girls in his life, although good luck getting him to say so aloud.

He swallowed his mouthful, and hopefully some of the heat from his cheeks, in time to respond to Ludger's words.

"It's no problem! Elle's been really nice to me, too--" aside from, you know, the stabbing-with-a-phantom-dagger thing, but she hadn't exactly been in her own mind at the time "--and I'm glad to be friends with her. With all of you."

He could... honestly relate to the reputations being complicated thing more than Ludger might realise; he was, after all, loyal travelling companion of the Lord of Calamity, who was set on engulfing their world in the flames of chaos. Perhaps he didn't have it so bad as Ludger's family, since at least no-one except the highest-ranking exorcists seemed able to identify them by sight--

Although knowing that his official description was 'a girl with a weird cowlick' was still just too embarrassing for words--

But it was, at the very least, something that Phi knew better than to judge someone else based on.

Even still, he hadn't seen the gifts coming; and his reaction betrayed his surprise. Setting aside his bowl of curry for the moment, as his curiosity overwhelmed his hunger, Laphicet accepted the twin boxes. With a glance at Ludger to check that the other wouldn't protest him opening the gifts now, the Malak boy carefully opened first one box, then the other. Eyes widened with fascination as he removed and inspected both pinned bugs.

In truth he felt a little bad for the bugs, especially when he was used to looking after a live one in the form of his rhinostagros; but at the same time, he understood that this way preserved the pair in all their fascinating glory. He turned them both over in his hands, looking at both but paying especial attention to the beetle, before looking back at Ludger with a grin.

"These are both amazing! And I'll never forget any of you, I promise!"

#ofstarsandskies #laphicet tag #springfestitales2023 #this is so cute aaaaaahhh??? :'D #Thank-you!!!! :D