#i don’t mean to be rude but why does anyone else even bother

[issdisgrace]

FAMILY DINNER

WARNINGS: None

Another week, another family dinner. I don’t even know why I have to attend to these damn things. I got better things to do. I sigh as I enter the manor. Making my way to the dining room, knowing everyone would be there already, considering I’m 5 minutes late. Walking into the dining room, there is everyone as expected. I take note that next time I should be 10 to 15 minutes late rather than 5 minutes, so I can just eat and leave.

“Look who finally arrived.” Bruce says everyone’s attention turning to me. 

“Fuck off. You’re lucky I’m even here.” I say as I go to sit down next to the short stack. Of course, they would sit me next to the short stack. As I sit, the talking amongst one another continues up again. I pull out my phone to check if Roy responded to my text about going bowling and getting plastered this weekend. Of course, he didn’t respond yet. God, I wish it didn’t take literally fucking hours for him to reply to one text. Sighing to myself, I switch over and text Y/n. 

‘When I’m done here, can we go out and get drinks? I already feel like I’m going to one or four.’

‘I have a business meeting at 7 tomorrow that I have to get up early for so unfortunately no, but I can go out and grab you whatever.’

‘Ok. Could you get me a bottle of the good Russian vodka?’

‘Sure. Do you want anything else?’

‘No.’

‘Alright.’

I turn off my phone and place it down on the table. I go to listen to everyone else conversations when Damian asks,

“Todd, why are you wearing a wedding ring?” His question causes everyone to stop talking and look at me, leaving a oh so lovely silence. Great, I didn’t expect to be telling everyone tonight I was married. I guess it’s been a long time coming.

“Because I’m married.”

“What!!” Everyone exclaims.

“Since when.” Dick asks.

“Since a year ago. After being with my partner for 3 years.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Bruce speaks up.

“Well dear ole dad. I didn’t tell you guys I was dating anyone because I didn’t need any of you snooping into my life. Then I didn’t tell you I got married because I didn’t need you guys snooping into my life.”

“Pretty valid.” Tim says, looking up from his phone. 

“That’s what I thought too, Tim tam.”

“Rude, we just want to know if who you’re seeing is good for you.” Dick says.

“They are good for me and Alfred already approved of them, so do with that what you will.” 

“Alfred knew.” Dick practically shouts.

“Yes, I did, master dick. ‘’ Alfred says, coming out of practically nowhere with dinner. 

“I don’t know why you’re surprised dick, Alfred knows everything.” Tim said. 

“Well, does Alfred know everything about the person Jason’s married to?”

“I know quite about Master Jason’s husband, but I wouldn’t say I know everything about him.” Alfred says as he begins placing food in front of everyone, one by one.

“Husband!!” Dick exclaimes.

“Oh no, I’m married to a man.”

“He didn’t mean it like Jason. It’s just a little shocking.” Bruce says 

“I don’t care what way he met it…” 

“What is his name Todd?” Damian asks cutting me off. 

“Why do want to know, short stack?”

“I am curious as to who in their right mind would date or marry you.” 

“Oh fuck you. If you really want to know who I’m married to so badly, I’ll tell you guys but after that I’m going to eat and go home and you’re not going to bother me, ask me questions about my husband, or stalk my husband and do a background check on him. Alright.”

“Alright.” Most of them respond.

“His name is Y/n L/n.”

“Isn’t he an actor and like 40?” Tim asks.

“Yes, and he’s not 40, he is 38.”

“Damn.” Dick says.

“You got a problem with it, dick head.”

“No, he’s just what 13 years older than you.”

“Yes, and I don’t care. He loves me. He helps patch me up when I need help. He cooks for me. He gets me anything I want. And the sex is good, so what more could I want or need?” 

“We didn’t need to know the last part, Todd.” 

“Well, count your blessings that I didn’t say what we did.”

“Thank you for sparing the details, Jason.”

“Your welcome, old man. Now I’m fucking hungry and want to eat and go home, so no more questions.”

“Alright, Jason and we will respect your on not stalking, running background check, or anything of the sort on your husband. Right boys.”

“Right.” The others respond.

#jason todd #batfamily dinners #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #damian wayne #tim drake #dick grayson #batfamily #batfam #brief mention of roy harper #jason todd x reader #jason todd x male reader #jason todd x bruce wayne #jason todd x tim drake #jason todd x dick grayson #jason todd x damian wayne #jason todd x alfred pennyworth

[suashii]

୨♡୧ MORE — bakugo katsuki x reader. suggestive fluff. allusions to sex. reader's gender isn't mentioned. all characters written 18+. minors do not interact.

“i don’t mean to be rude, but can i ask why you’re still here?” you stare up at the ceiling, the unfamiliar warmth of a body lingering beside you. it’s a foreign feeling, but one you don't mind. though, you wouldn’t dare get used to it.

“what, you want me to leave?” bakugo speaks up from beside you. his voice rumbles and you can feel it against your skin. you didn’t even realize your arm was pressed against his.

“i never said that,” you clarify, turning to face him. blonde strands of hair stick to his forehead with sweat and crimson eyes stare back at you. it’s hard to tell what was brewing behind them, but whatever it may be is different than the lust you’re accustomed to seeing. “i’m just… surprised that you’re sticking around.”

“why?”

“because you never do.” you hope it doesn’t sound bitter, but you both know that it’s true.

“does that bother you?”

he sure is full of questions tonight. it isn’t usual for him to be so talkative, hell, he would likely be long gone by now if it were any other night. though, you’re far from bothered by his presence; the better word to describe it is… confused.

while you aren’t exactly thrilled that he typically wastes no time getting out of your bed and leaving your dorm, you understand why he’s made a habit of doing so. this thing going on between you both is nothing more than a friends with benefits arrangement. at least,  that’s what the two of you agreed to a couple weeks ago. you didn’t mind it at first, but with each passing hookup, your heart sinks deeper and deeper every time you hear the click of the door signaling his departure. but you can’t allow yourself to be upset about it; after all, you knew what you were getting yourself into.

“no. i know what this arrangement is.” it isn’t healthy to suppress your emotions, you know that, but the last thing you want to do is humiliate yourself by confessing what are surely unrequited feelings. it wouldn’t hurt to be untruthful this once.

“does that bother you?” he repeats his question, though, it asks something else entirely.

“hm? what?”

“that we’re only friends with benefits.”

“why would it?” you shy away from the intensity of his gaze, looking to the wall behind him. did he somehow catch onto your growing feelings? could he feel what were meant to be absent strings beginning to him down? god, you knew something was up. why else would he still be here?

“so you’re still okay with us just hooking up?”

“yeah, of course.” it wasn’t supposed to come out as shaky as it did, but maybe your smile would hide the slip-up.

bakugo groans, pushing the damp hair back and off of his forehead, causing it to stick up haphazardly. you would have laughed if you weren’t so caught off guard by his reaction to your response. if anyone seemed bothered, it was him. “look, i can’t do this anymore.”

the small smile that was tugging at your lips falls upon hearing him. you thought your replies to all of his questions were enough to convince him that this wasn’t turning into something he clearly didn’t want it to. of course you wanted more, a real relationship with him, but you were more than willing to settle for the way things were if that meant you’d still have him around.

“this was a bad idea. i know we said that we’d keep things strictly physical but i’ve been lying to you and myself since the start. i’m fucking tired of trying to act like i don’t have feelings for you. but i understand if you don’t feel the same. and i’ll leave you alone if—”

“you like me?” it wasn’t your intention to cut him off so abruptly, but his hastily spoken words were taking an abnormal amount of time to process in your brain and you had to be sure you heard him correctly.

he frowns. “that’s what i just said, yeah.”

there’s a silence on your end before you speak up again. “really?”

“yes,” he firmly replies once more. his lips turn up but not in a smile—no, it’s closer to a smirk. “god, what’s wrong with you? you in some kind of post-sex haze or something?”

“shut up.” you can feel your cheeks warming in embarrassment at your less-than-called-for reaction. it isn’t that you don’t reciprocate his feelings, that couldn’t be more far off, but his actions in the past led you to believe that you were no more than someone he could blow off some steam with. so, if anything, your flustered state can be attributed to the fact that the man you had spent so long yearning for was just a hair’s breadth away—right within your reach. all that’s left to do is grab him.

“i don’t want you to leave.” you tentatively hold out your hand and it trembles, hovers, over bakugo’s face before making a home on the soft flesh of his cheek. your thumb brushes across his cheekbone and he leans into your touch. “i like you, too.”

“good,” he says, just above a whisper. his hand finds its way to yours, resting easily on top of it. in his years, bakugo had learned that being brazen wasn’t always in his best interest, but now, in this moment, it had worked out for him. it certainly wasn’t romantic and was far from anything he’d seen in those dumb movies about love, but it worked. and all that matters now is that he can call you his.

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#₊˚ପ⊹ signed: my hero academia #bakugo x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bakugo x you #mha x you #bakugo fluff #mha fluff #bakugo drabble #mha drabbles #bakugo scenarios #mha scenarios #bakugo imagine #mha imagines #𐙚 after hours

[archivalofsins]

Q6: Is there a prisoner you aren’t fond of?

Kazui: To be honest, that'd be Kashiki-chan as well. She shows me things I’m not that fond of seeing.

TL;DR: Kazui is the type that states he was lying to protect others, Yuno is the type who'd say, "I was just being honest" in the face of those she's hurt. Despite being incredibly similar, they were bound to rub each other the wrong way at times because the way they execute things and conduct themselves is so fundamentally different.

It's really not surprising to me that Kazui answered, "Is there a prisoner he's not fond of?" with Kashiki, Yuno. Even though they are the most similar, they are also the antithesis of each other when it comes to implementation.

Yuno believes that, above all, it's more important to be honest to herself. Regardless of if that hurts her or those around her. She won't be bothered to deal with things she doesn't want to or smile for others when she doesn't feel like smiling.

A mindset that she has in a way pushed on others within Milgram including Kazui himself.

20/08/02

Mahiru: Yeah, I’m asking for what you like in the opposite sex! I mean, with a lifestyle like this we have a lot of free time, right? So earlier when I was talking with all the other girls we got onto the topic! It’s not often you get a chance like this to live with a mix of men and women together, so I thought it might be nice to use the chance to talk about stuff like this in preparation for when we leave.

Kazui: Ah…… Haha, I understand. I can see that’d be the sort of thing girls your age would be interested in, huh. How peaceful. What I like in the opposite sex… I don’t know if what I say will really be a good reference for you…… Ah, you know, since I’m at this age. I like a girl who can just smile free of worries. Seeing that’d make my old, tired heart feel young again.

Yuno: Uh-huh, I see, I see. ……that’s a total lie, right?

Kazui: Haha…… Give me a break here. You sure don’t make things easy for people, Kashiki-chan.

Because Yuno can't understand why someone else would bother with lying or putting on airs for the comfort of others or even themselves. She'd rather things be out in the open for what they are instead of needing to label them as good or bad.

This is something she tries to enforce with others she's interested in or views slightly favorably as well regardless of whether she recognizes she's doing it or not.

20/07/08

Yuno: Hey, Mikoto-san. Don’t you get tired being so conscious of others all the time? I mean, you’re free to do what you want, though.

Mikoto: Eh…… Aha, what are you talking about?I’m not being conscious or anything. It’s normal to make sure to get along with everyone, right? I mean, when you put it like that, aren’t you the same, Yun-chan? You’re always smiling and getting on with everyone, too.

Yuno: I don’t smile unless I actually want to. But with you, when you’re talking with other people it’s more like you only smile deliberately. So I kept thinking, don’t your cheeks get tired? Ah, is this just what happens when you become a working adult? ……you see people like that sometimes.

Mikoto: Haha, you don’t mince your words do you. …….that was never my intention, but now that you mention it, yeah, I guess I do. This might’ve been since I started my job too…… But like, if I was rude to everyone I met, all my efforts would come to nothing, right?

Her thought process probably being this person is alright, but they'd be better if they stopped concerning themselves with the thoughts of others or even their own and just did what they wanted to do. Because through not regarding anyone's feelings even hers Yuno has been able to free herself from needing to interrogate whether her actions are good or bad and instead just look at them as things she did that cannot be changed.

This is why she's so quick to draw to attention that Kazui lies to protect himself, but she does it for nothing. Because no one is important to her, not even herself. By removing herself and others from that discussion, she doesn't have to face the thought that these things did matter to her and influence her choices.

Because taking those things into consideration would ultimately ammount to labeling her choices or the outcome of them as good or bad. Something that could lead to regrets. Which,

Q.17 Do you have anything you regret?

Yuno: Regretting things achieves nothing, don’t you think?

If Kazui said the truth is what killed someone, Yuno's very existence embodies that idea. Along with her constant subtle pushing for individuals whom she probably likes to be more honest with themselves. Yuno to Kazui is a daily reminder of the harm being too honest can cause.

It's Yuno because even though I doubt she's being this way with any ill intent, she can be too forward and pushy when it comes to others living in an honest way. Because she believes that being honest and true to herself is what's most important regardless of her or anyone else's feelings/safety.

Just like her namesake implies,

Q.04 What’s the origin of your name?

Yuno: It means to be kind and true to myself.

[TN: Literal meaning of the kanji 優 (yu) and 乃 (no) respectively which make up her name.]

Kazui is shown to dislike this approach of doing things within his second trial voice drama. He also calls Yuno out for being uncaring and self-absorbed during her birthday. Asking why she's helping Shidou care for Mahiru despite her seeming generally disinterested in the well-being and safety of those around her. He's very forward about it or as forward as he can be. He recognizes that Yuno is cold and inconsiderate towards everyone in the pursuit of living in a way true to herself.

So, even though they are the most similar, they are also the most different. Just like in regards to Futa and Kotoko.

To put it very simply, Kazui is the type that claims he was lying to protect others, Yuno is the type who'd say, "I was just being honest" in the face of those she's hurt. Making them both very similar but incredibly likely to rub each other the wrong way at times.

#milgram #kazui mukuhara #yuno kashiki

[keyslox]

have you ever noticed how part of c!jack’s character is he is obscure and nobody really knows him and how in the fandom he is also obscure and nobody really knows him

Jack Manifold was never really given the time of day. Sure, he had a small part in the server (ultimately the one who ended the whole thing), but his presence was not respected all that much. Placed into the lowest rank of L’Manberg’s cabinet, killed by Wilbur Soot for ‘not being seen’. He never got a REAL apology for that, by the way. I will stand by the fact that Wilbit’s apology to Jack was manipulative, half-assed, and more for himself than Jack’s wellbeing. It was well before the ‘Apology arc’ and THAT IN OF ITSELF shows just how little it actually meant to Wilbur. He was just doing it to make himself feel better and didn’t actually have Jack’s feelings in mind.

The biggest thing I see going around is Tommy being excused for what he did to Jack. Killing him when Jack went to visit him in the Nether during his Exile. Tommy has trauma. We all know that. He was a victim to extreme manipulation and abuse and a slew of other things. Yet he blatantly ignores every attempt, denies and/or doesn’t fully grasp that he did what he did. Which I can understand because the dude went through severe trauma, but that’s not an excuse. He still needs to take the accountability for his actions.

Jack deserves so much more than he’s ever gotten and it SHOWS. He literally wants friends. That’s it. He wants friend and companionship and he wants what he THOUGHT he had. Because he never actually had it. If he had it Wilbur wouldn’t have killed him, Tommy would actually listen, and he would be shown an ounce of respect for his own traumas and hardships when he tries to talk about it all. All everyone does is dismiss, downplay, and invalidate c!Jack’s pain. That’s a big reason why he’s the way he is! Every other attempt to let himself express his issues ends in him feeling worse about himself.

And we’ve seen time and time again that everyone else Jack tries to talk to and vent to takes Tommy’s side! (Ex: Puffy) There’s bias that Tommy can do no wrong and is the ‘savior’ of the smp. But even if he’s the ‘main protagonist’ doesn’t diminish he causes pain.

They give the excuse that Tommy was a child, that children should be protected and yada yada. Jack was more-or-less a child when he first joined, too! He should have the same excuses, the same treatment as all the other kids on the smp but he doesn’t because he was left alone and had to grow up faster.

He didn’t have anyone to lean against, so he just never let himself fall. And when he inevitably did no one cared or batted an eye because no one was there. He died 3 times and no one batted an eye.

The fandom is so bias sometimes. I’m not huge on DAMP fanfics that involve Jack because they mischaracterize him so much. Put him as a bully in School AUs, make him mean and rude for no reason. The reason in canon is because no one gave a single fuck about him. (not including Niki) Jack had a reason for being ‘cruel’, no one else did. It comes with the fact that Jack’s POV just isn’t as watched, so people don’t know his side of things. But what bothers me is that it feels like fans don’t even try to see stuff from his point of view. He was abused, manipulated, killed, and used in his own right. If everyone else gets excuses for the shit they did, he deserves it too.

Below is how I interpreted Jack’s ending, and how, despite everything he’s gone through, his character gets some sort of ending that isn’t completely angsty. I acknowledge that Jack isn’t the morally-perfect character, that he was fueled by anger and rage. He had a slight victim complex. But from a more basic pov, and for the fans who don’t really understand his character, I think he was redemptive. In his own right.

REDEMPTION:

From its literal definition Redemption is “An act of redeeming or atoning for a fault or mistake, or the state of being redeemed. deliverance; rescue.” The state of being redeemed comes in many shapes and sizes. Actions and words big and small. For some it may take great showings of purpose and selflessness. For others it can be as simple as “I’m sorry.”

Someone can go their whole entire lives fighting with something they ultimately in the end agree with. A lot of it is a matter of perspective. Jack only had one perspective.

Jack was alone for most of his life on the dsmp. Yes he had friends in the beginning but wars and betrayal had him distancing himself and trying to find ways to fix it. None ever worked. Because he was alone. When you only work with one perspective you don’t understand the other side, and how it might actually clear things up and switch your own views.

It only took Jack a matter of minutes after arguing with Tubbo for him to realize he didn’t have the whole picture. Someone so close to Tommy, someone who WAS there to see the other side of things. Someone Jack trusts and respects, who’d he call a friend, to listen and then fight him on his thoughts even if it was in the form of an argument. Though he fucked up and killed everyone, I think his actions of still attempting to save Tommy with Tubbo have given him a bit of redemption. Not all, everyone has faults. But he was on the path to healing when he died. If only for a few minutes.

Jack died by his own hands trying to right his wrong. If that’s not a symbolic Jack ending I don’t really know what is.

#jack manifold #c!jack #mcyt #jackmanifoldtv #dsmp jack manifold #mcyt jack manifold #dsmp tommyinnit #dsmp wilbur #dsmp tubbo #dsmp #dsmp lore #keyslox c!jack thoughts

[celandeline]

Summer of Like // Farleigh Start x OC (16)

Moonlight streaming in from the windows makes the puddles I leave behind me look like broken glass. The walk from the bathroom Venetia and I share is short, so I don’t bother putting on any clothes to get back to my room, just wrapping myself in my towel until I’m behind the safety of my door. Back into my room, closing the door as I go, and then drop my towel. 

“Wow. Hello to you too.”

A spike of adrenaline shoots through me, and I whip around, grabbing the nearest hard object to me (a very ornate paperweight that sits on the desk by the door), and preparing to throw. 

Perched on my bed, Farleigh raises his hands, placating. “Don’t throw that at me.”

I only half relax, setting the paperweight back down on the desk. “You can’t just surprise me like that.” I hiss. “I’m naked!”

Farleigh mimics my angry face back at me. “Nothing I haven’t seen before?”

I’m about to protest until the memory of lounging in the field resurfaces in my mind. He’s right, technically, but that doesn’t mean I’m not still a little angry. “Okay? You still scared the shit out of me-”

“Not my fault you walk into your room backwards.” He says. “Aren’t you going to ask me why I’m here?”

I purse my lips. I’m not over it, but I don’t want to argue forever. “Why are you here Farleigh?” I deadpan, picking my towel up from the floor. 

I watch him roll his eyes as I drape my towel over the back of the desk chair, and then move to the dresser, rifling through the mess of clothes in the drawers to find something to sleep in. “No need to be so rude.” He says. “I have something to tell you.”

I pull a pair of boxers loose, and slip into them. A soft bralette is next. “What kind of something?”

I plop down on top of the duvet next to him, and he crosses his legs the way he does when he’s getting ready to tell a story. “I told Felix about Venetia and Oliver.”

“Yeah.” I say. “I figured, from the way he was pouting at breakfast.”

“And so, naturally, I expected Felix to give Oliver the boot. But instead, when we’re in the library after dinner, he goes on this long string about how I shouldn’t lie just to keep myself entertained, and it wasn’t fair to either V or Ollie to say that.” Farleigh says, his voice low, even though it’s just the two of us in the room. “Which means, that little shit told Felix it wasn’t true, and Felix fucking believed him.”

He watches me with wide eyes as the information processes in my mind. “How the hell did he swing that one?” I say. “I mean, he was literally up her skirt-”

“He must be ridiculously good at giving head if he’s got Felix wrapped around his finger this bad.” Farleigh says. “I mean, Felix could have asked anyone else, and checked, but, no, of course Oliver is telling the truth.”

I let out a long, low whistle as I flop back against my pillows, looking up at the ceiling. This changes a lot of things - my perception of Oliver, for one. I’d never really thought all that much of him before, not that he’d really ever given me a reason to, but between the way Venetia talked about him trying to dom her into eating, and now how he’s knowingly thrown Farleigh under the bus, he begins to take a more sinister shape in my mind. I don’t know what his game is, but I’m beginning to think that he has one. 

Farleigh makes himself comfortable, sprawling out beside me on the mattress, fluffing the pillows behind him. I can feel the heat radiating off him when he’s this close, and for a minute, I want to ask him about our little nighttime happening, but I keep my tongue. He didn’t come here to talk to me about that. 

“Venetia told me he was trying to dom her into eating.” I say. 

Farleigh rolls so that he’s laying on his side, facing me. The expression on his face is a mixture of shock and amusement. “What.”

I shift onto my side too, placing an arm under my head. “She said he said something about how pretty she was, and how she really should eat, I mean, she didn’t give me a word for word transcript of their dirty talk or anything, but she seemed pretty into it.” 

The fact that he lied to Felix screws Venetia over too, I realize. If he’s worried more about Felix being comfortable than Venetia’s feelings, there’s no way he’s going to make the same mistake twice. And by the look on her face when she was telling me about him, I have no doubts that she’ll try to get him again.

Farleigh’s nose wrinkles as he grins. “God, he’s such a fucking pussy.” He laughs. 

“Do you think Felix will be mad at V?” I ask. 

Farleigh snorts. “Without a doubt. I mean - has she told you about Eddie?”

I nod.

Farleigh shifts on the bed. “Case in point.”

A frown finds its way between my lips. “If he didn’t want Felix to find out, why’d he do it in the first place?” I say. “I mean, it’s Felix’s fucking house, he’s going to find out if his friend is having sex with his sister one way or another.”

“It’s the closest he’ll probably ever get to actually fucking Felix.” Farleigh says. “I mean, you’ve seen how he looks at him.”

I have - it’s hard to miss, with how wide and blue Oliver’s eyes are, and how often he has them locked on Felix. 

“It’s a little funny, because you look at Venetia in almost the exact same way.” He continues, that wry smile coming to sit on his lips. 

I roll my eyes. “I thought we were done with this.” 

“Done with what?” Farleigh asks. He sounds sincere enough, but the look on his face betrays him. 

“You calling me V’s dog.” I say, shifting infinitesimally closer to him. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous, Farleigh. I mean, you bring it up often enough.”

The smirk on his lips wavers. The excitement in his eyes doesn’t.

“But, that’s not the case, right?” I say, watching as his tongue darts out to lick his lips. “Surely you’re not jealous?”

The same electricity that I felt on the roof last night returns tenfold as he opens his mouth. “No.” It’s laced with a taunt, almost begging me to press just a little harder. Force him to crack. 

“You can tell me, if you are.” I say, dropping my voice. His eyes meet mine, and I can see myself in the reflection. “We’re friends, and I know how to keep a secret.”

His eyes flutter shut, just for a second. “I might be a little jealous.”

“And I might have been thinking about last night all day.” I say, offering up my own confession and evening out the playing field. 

Farleigh leans in a little closer. “Really?”

“Maybe.” I say. 

The conversation dies, and I glance down at his lips, and then back up to his eyes. We’re pressed close enough that I can feel his breath against the tip of my nose, and our knees brush together from the way that we’re laying. I watch him swallow, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat and his eyes trace down my face. It would be so easy to close the distance between us. 

A gentle knock on the door of my room breaks the trance, and I sit up, turning to see Venetia poke her head in. When she sees Farleigh on the bed, she smiles. 

“Sorry.” She says. “I just wanted to see if you’d braid my hair, but if you’re busy-”

I glance back at Farleigh, and grin, the same teasing smile that he points at me so often. “No, I’m not doing anything. Come sit.”

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#farleigh start x oc #farleigh start x reader #saltburn #farleigh start #farleigh x reader #saltburn x reader

[littleguyconnor]

Let’s take a look at Spy next. (Again, my own interpretation of his character will likely come up in some areas, but I’ll try my best to be as objective about it as possible)

Now. He doesn’t have a whole lot of history to analyze because of his being a spy, (asides from being Scouts father, but that’s not something I’m too interested in discussing today) so we’ll break down his personality instead. He is actually a very nuanced character underneath his surface level arrogance. (Which, I don’t actually think he’s arrogant. But we’ll get into that)

The first thing I want to talk about is when Scout is trying to hitch a ride with him to the bank. Spy very obviously dislikes him and at first refuses to take him anywhere, but as soon as Scout mentions his mother and the possibility of her being upset by losing their finances, Spy relents.

Spy is capable of feeling sympathy. He’s capable of overcoming his annoyance and dislike of someone if he feels they really need his help.

This is an extremely important aspect of his character and it implies a lot about him. He’s most often characterized as being sarcastic, uninterested, and cynical, sometimes even rude. But there have been multiple instances of him breaking this model and doing something unexpected. One of the biggest examples of this is during “Expiration Date” where Medic and Engineer believe they all have three days to live before being killed by tumors. This is a short amount of time, and instead of spending it for himself, he dedicates it to someone else two times.

The first is gathering the dying wishes of his teammates, presumably to discuss how to carry each of them out. This doesn’t end up going anywhere as Scout just uses it as an opportunity to make fun of him, but even after all of this, Spy still agrees to help him. Why? Because Scout owed up to what he did and apologized for it. He was mature. And that’s a common theme with Spy’s kindness. He isn’t a mean person, he just will only treat someone with respect if they give it back to him. But because his teammates more often than not don’t do this, he doesn’t bother with being polite. Is this petty? Yes. But it doesn’t equate to him being a bad person. Dealing with coworkers who refuse to take anything seriously and cause more problems than they solve would make anyone react that way. Spy holds himself in high regard with a set amount of standards, and he does the same with the other mercs. To me, it just seems like he’s in a perpetual cycle of being disappointed and annoyed with the people around him for making themselves purposefully incompetent. Spy is of the only people to do actual work, like scouting a route of infiltration, obtaining the keys they needed, giving legal advice, making a plan of attack against an enemy Spy, and preparing coordinated assaults. I don’t think it would be too fair to judge him for being irritated and fed up sometimes.

But, even despite all of this, he continues working with them. He still helps them, he still puts aside his aggravation to carry out missions and save their lives in some cases. It’s not just work related, either.

He offers Scout a comforting and safe death.

Spy cares about people. And I think folks forget that sometimes.

#team fortress two #team fortress 2 #team fortress #tf2 #tf2 spy #spy tf2 #team fortress spy #character analysis #long post

[saturnalmoss]

ARM-WRESTLER

Chapter Four

A Shot in the Arm

Master Post

The morning came with Rosé looking hard at the orcish outfit she had been lent. “...Would it be rude to wear with some of my spares...” She looked over at the extra set she’d taken from her pockets. 

“Mmm, g’morning.” Grandma plodded sleepily back from the anachronistic bathroom in the hall. “Whatcha thinking about?”

“I wanted to go check out the DMV Trans or whatever.” Rosé said.

“KMB, like Kimberly.” Grandma offered.

“I don’t know if it would, you know, get me more or less information to dress like I came out of a time machine.” Grandma nodded and sat next to her. 

“If it helps, I think Granny Skully mostly wanted York to wear the stuff.” She said. Rosé hummed again. 

“It’s cute and I want to wear it,” Rosé said.

“Oh totally, I’m gonna. Personally.” Rosé nodded. “But no pressure!” She nodded again.

There was a knock at the door. “Heyyyy,” Hinpirdul called from outside. “Y’all want a bite?”

The two detectives sat at the second, private, dining table with Leon’s youngest, waiting for York to finish his morning routine. 

“I heard chatting, and food isn’t til 8 so. I dunno, I thought you would want something.” She shrugged. 

“Thank you!” Grandma said.

“You up this early often?” Rosé asked with a disarming smile. Hinpirdul nodded. 

“It’s wretched. I’d way rather sleep in.” She said. “So, you gonna find the guy that attacked my Narri today?”

“We’re hoping.” Grandma said. “Did you think of something, Hinpirdul?” She shrugged. 

“Honestly it’s hard to imagine someone doesn’t like them. You should see my teachers. It’s gross.” She scooped up another large bite of modern cereal. “You can call me Piri, by the way. Except at work. Full names at work.”

“Sure thing, Piri.” Rosé said. “Can we ask you some other stuff?” She nodded, mouth full. “Is there anyone else that comes around the house a lot, that we didn’t see last night?”

Piri shook her head. “Even Uncle Ardsley isn’t here all the time. He has work.”

“Does he work with your Narri?”

“Nah. I mean. I don’t think so?” Piri shrugged. “Oh, no one else, though. I go to my friends’ places, not come here. Cause it’s boring here.” She thought for a minute. “Jyuri’s the same. Ummm. What else...”

“Is your Narri a single parent?” Rosé asked as carefully as she could. Piri paused. She put the spoon down. 

“Yeah. Momma died. A long time ago.” Rosé and Grandma both put hands on hers, and she laughed a little at them. “I don’t actually even remember her so it doesn’t bother me. Jyuri does. And obviously Narri and Granny do.”

“We’ll ask your Narri about it more, then.” Grandma said gently. Piri shrugged.

“I don’t think it has to do with Narri’s arm. It was a long time ago.” Still, regardless of what she said, Piri seemed deflated from the conversion. 

“So, I noticed you like disappearing tricks.” Grandma asked. 

Piri’s head swung to Grandma immediately. “Do you know any!” she asked. Grandma laughed nervously. “You look just like a real street performer.”

“Nope! Uh, I do?” Piri nodded enthusiastically. She gestured to all of them.

“I know some,” Rosé offered. With a flick of her fingers, she copied the coin trick Leon had pulled the night before. Piri looked shocked, then her eyes narrowed. 

“Sus.” she said.

“What?” Rosé said, “Why?” Piri just hummed discontentedly. 

“Hey, you lot.” Leon slipped through the door and yawned. “You’re up early. I appreciate the dedication.”

They pulled some breakfast things out of the pantry. It was discordant to see the colorful cereal boxes and familiar brands in the old world orcish pantry. “I’m out of the house for most of today, by the way.” They said. “If you need to ask me anything, now’s a good time.”

“Rosé knows magic.” Piri said immediately. 

“Oh?” Leon said. Their hair was mussed and sleep clung to them. “Is this good or bad?” Piri only hummed. Rosé was baffled. 

Leon laughed. “Piri’s just obsessed with street performers lately? It’s cute.” They shook their head and gave her hair a tussle. “No idea what’s gotten in to her. I’m teaching her some magic tricks.”

“We saw at dinner last night,” Grandma said. “You’re really good!”

Leon sat and poured themself some cereal. “Thanks, I try. Mm, actually,” They looked at Piri. “We’re going to meet that fortune teller this evening, aren’t we, Piri?” She looked pleased and just a little devious.

Leon puttered around the kitchenette and poured themself some cereal. “Thanks, I try. Mm, actually,” They looked at Piri. “We’re going to meet that fortune teller this evening, aren’t we, Piri?” She looked pleased and just a little devious.

Leon looked at them. “If you’re interested in that stuff too, feel free to come with.” They offered ceramic mugs. “Coffee? I’m more of a night owl, so I’m making a full pot.” 

York declined the mug and searched the shelves for a bucket. Rosé took one and looked at the cartoon vampenguin on the side. Leon put a finger to their lips and winked. 

“We get to have little things like that in the private rooms.” They said. “So, what’s your plan? I’m curious, I’ve never seen detectives work.”

“You can follow us around,” Grenda said. “We could see if anyone has a weird reaction to you.”  Leon shook their head. 

“Not today, I have a previous engagement to attend, then Piri’s thing. Perhaps later, if you haven’t solved it.”

York stretched and grunted happily. The back yard of the old house was a nostalgic treasure trove. Traditional, even old-fashioned, orcish workout equipment sat around the edges of the yard. A large inset pit for good old argument-settling took up most of the space. 

“This place ain’t bad.” York said to himself and pointedly not Granny. 

He’d gotten a sizable workout in when Rosé and Grandma found him. He grinned at them. “Look at this place! I shoulda taken Granny up on the wrestle.” He said. “Too late for that, well, we got business to attend to.”

Rosé smiled. “I found the local address for that logistics place. We can catch the subway and get off pretty close to it.”

“I like the outfit Granny gave you by the way.” Grandma said. He posed, pleased. “What do you think of mine?”

York nodded. “I like it.” He looked around. “Don’t look complete though.” He picked a small dandelion and held it out. “There.”

Grandma beamed and tucked it carefully behind one ear. 

They made their way to the KMB Trans building by noon. It was a tall building for the area, and had the KMB logo plastered on the side of it. There was even a reception inside. 

“What do we do now?“ York hissed to Rosé. She took a breath. 

“No idea.” She walked up to the receptionist. “Good morning~ We’re here to ask about one of your employees, Mx. Pelles?” The receptionist looked curious. Her name card read “Sarah B. Ross”.

“Mx. Pelles? This doesn’t sound like an appointment...?” she said. Grandma peeking over the counter. 

“We’re detectives, investigating a case of assault and theft committed against Mx. Pelles.” Sarah the receptionist looked surprised. 

“What? They looked fine this morning?” The three detectives glanced at each other. 

“They already came in today? You guys are dedicated to set up shop over the weekend.” Grandma said. Sarah smiled. 

“I’m part of the weekend crew. Mx. Pelles honestly doesn’t come in much on my shift.”

“So familiar with each other, too!” Rosé smiled. “What a tight knit company, Ms. Ross.” The receptionist nodded. 

“It’s nice here. Helps that it’s small. So, why would you come here about an- an assault on Mx. Pelles?”

“We ain’t sure who did the deed.” York said. “We’re looking into whoever might have a grudge.” He leaned in. “You got a grudge?” Sarah leaned back. 

“N-no!”

“Mmm, you don’t sound too sure about that.”

“Maybe a liiiittle grudge?” Rosé suggested, holding up her thumb and forefinger. 

“How! Mx. Pelles is great! They’re so nice and fun and sweet - uh.” She coughed. “I assure you my relationship with Mx. Pelles is purely professional.” She looked away. “Unfortunately.“

Rosé waggled her eyebrows. Grandma crossed her name off in his notebook. “Right, of course,” he said. “I have heard that popular enbies sometimes have jealous enemies, though.”

“Yeah.” Said York. “They got anyone who thinks they get too much attention?” He leaned on the counter and Sarah leaned away again. 

“N-no! I don’t think so! Everyone likes Mx. Pelles and Mx. Pelles likes everyone!” She sat up straight. “I hope that answered your questions! Uh, if you don’t have an appointment then I’m afraid there won’t be anyone here waiting for you. Being a weekend and all.”

“Course,” York said and leaned back.

“Thanks for answering our questions!” Grandma said. The three of them headed back out and Sarah sagged in her seat. She waited cautiously a moment, then jogged quickly to the bathroom. 

Rosé peeked back inside. “I knew it - York scared her shitless.” York peeked in above her and nodded satisfied. 

“So, Leon came here today?” Grandma said. The three of them walked quickly through the door next to the desk before the receptionist came back. “They didn’t offer to bring us.”

“I don’t think we mentioned we wanted to check here today.” Rosé said. “But even still...”

They listened at the solid doors down the hall but the floor was empty. 

“Where do you think they would go?” York said. “I don’t want ta check every door on every floor. Let’s do this smart.”

There was a thunk above them. York nodded. “Good talk everyone. Let’s check there first.”

One floor up, they pressed their ears against the doors until they heard muffled raised voices. The detectives looks at each other, curious. 

The door was heavy and wood. While they could tell there were voices, it was difficult to make them out. Still, the tone wasn’t friendly. 

“...I think they said quit...” Grandma whispered. “I think it was Leon...?”

York frowned. He couldn’t hear them at all. He stood up and opened the door. “Hey.” He said. “What are you talking about.”

Leon turned, shocked, to look at them. A human man stood, hands flat against a desk between the two. He stood and straightened his clothes out. Leon coughed and forced themself to relax. 

“Who on earth are you?” The man asked. He was dressed formally, dark suit, dark tie, and a dark cloak pinned to one shoulder.

“Ah, uh.” Leon said, turning to the man. They smiled. “Let me introduce you. This is York, Rosé, and Grenda. They’re detectives from an agency called Drawtectives.” Leon turned to them, gesturing to the man. “This is Mr. Brian Kross, my employer.”

He bowed to them. Both stood comfortable, as though there were never any tension. “Nice to meet you. Have you hired detectives, Leon?”

“Yes, indeed!” Leon said with a smile. “I was telling you someone robbed me, wasn’t I?”

“To hire private detectives over a robbery seems a bit much.” Mr. Kross said. “Didn’t I offer you additional compensation to cover the cost?”

“You see, it’s important to me to find out who did it.” Leon said. 

“Of course, of course.” Mr. Kross said. “But why are they here?”

“Uh,” Leon looked at them.

“We’re investigatin’ possible grudges.” York said. “You got a grudge, Mr. Kross?” Kross laughed. 

“Dear me, no. I rather like Leon.” Leon smiled, a little stiffly.

“Even though they’re quitting?” Grandma asked. Kross’s lip twitched. 

“Eavesdropping on the job? Or did you mention it, Leon?”

“I mentioned it.” Leon said, looking out the window. “I did also say I hadn’t talked to you about it yet, so I didn’t think you would be a suspect.”

Grandma nodded. “Of course, yes, yup. But also maybe Mr. Kross sensed it.”

“Sensed it?” Kross said. Grandma shrugged. 

“Do you own the company, Mr. Kross?” Grandma continued. He nodded. 

“I’m happy to say I do.”

“Your name isn’t who came up as CEO when I boogled KMB.” Rosé said, looking thoughtful. 

“The CEO is, of course, an employee of mine. Like Mx. Pelles, here.” Kross smiled. York held a finger up. 

He pulled Rosé and Grandma into a brief huddle. “This guy’s a business man again.” He whispered. “Don't smell right to me.” Grandma nodded. 

“It’s suspicious on the face of it! Plus Leon’s quitting!”

“Let’s play some hardball...” Rosé said. They stood back up. Leon and Kross both watched them with bemusement. 

“Mr. Kross, can we ask you a few questions?”

“...Of course, I’m happy to help Leon out.” He sat down behind the desk and perched his head delicately on laced fingers. 

“What do you think of untapped resources?” York asked. Mr. Kross tilted his head.

“Why is it untapped?”

“What about debts, are you responsible for your debts?” Rosé said immediately. Grandma scribbled.

“Heh heh heh.... Everyone is responsible for their own debts, wouldn’t you say?” Kross grinned and looked at Leon, who raised an eyebrow back.

“You like gamblin’?” York said.

“A touch, of the investment flavor.”

“Would ya arm wrestle?” He leaned in.

“Well, I can’t say it's come up, -”

“Do you know hypnosis?” Grandma said. 

“What is going on here, Leon?”

Leon laughed. “I have no idea. They’re just trying to find who stole my arm.” They glanced at Kross again. “Perhaps a clue indicated a gambling hypnotic businessman?”

Kross quirked an eyebrow. He glanced at York. “Arm wrestling?”

“He’s a strapping young orc.” Leon insisted. York nodded. 

“If ya wrestle, prove it.” Rosé watched through her lashes as Kross glanced again at Leon, almost imperceptibly. Leon gave the shallowest nod in response. 

Kross straightened up and sighed. “Young man, have you seen these arms?” He held one up. “If it helps to establish my innocence to you in this matter, I will, but you certainly won’t get any sport out of it.”

York chewed his lip thoughtfully. It was acceptable. “You pass. For now.” He said. Kross smiled crookedly. 

“I’m glad to hear. Now, is there anything else I can help you with? I really must get back to discussing Leon’s recompense with them. Privately.”

Grandma looked down at his notebook. “Let’s see... Do you know anyone who might be harboring a grudge against Leon?”

“The very idea of it is farcical.” Kross said.

Leon walked them to the front of the building. “...If you had let me know you wanted to come here, I would have brought you.” They said, after a while. “Still, it was funny to see Kross like that. He doesn’t break expression much.”

“Why did you say we’d talked about you quitting?” Rosé asked. 

“To be frank, to mess with him.” Leon shrugged. “I was a bit irritated. Well, I’ll talk to you later about it, if you want. I have to leave you here, for now. Get home safely.”

#drawfee #drawtectives #poscamarkers #fanfic #writing #saturnart

[arc-misadventures]

Rebirth au: Does Jaune still have his imposter syndrome and some ptsd going strong? He didn’t really get any therapy for those back when, and his family has no reason to get him any now to their knowledge.

And does Jeanne still get practically everyone’s instant love while Jaune is still pretty much mostly overlooked despite them basically glued to the hip?

The Stillness of the Storm

Jaune sat on a fallen log near the lake that lay near their his home. He sat there, and basked in the warmth of a the summers sun, listened to the wind that gently blew threw his hair. His gaze never wavering as he saw the ripples upon the lake as he skipped stones across it.

He took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, basking in this tranquil environment he found himself in. If only if it could have lasted just a little longer.

: Ah-ha! There ya are!

Jaune: Haa… You need something, Jeanne? If not, I’d like to be left alone.

Jeanne: That’s precisely why I’m here! You told mom, you we’re going to that lake, and you didn’t bother to tell anyone else.

Jaune: Didn’t bother to tell you.

Jeanne: Exactly! Why didn’t you tell me you were going to the lake, I would have joined you!

Jaune: You don’t have to follow me everywhere like a golden retriever now do you? Besides, did it ever occur to you that I wanted some time to myself, alone?

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Noooo… No I didn’t…

Jaune: How rude.

Jeanne: I-I’ll go then… Sorry.

Jaune: No. No you can stay… Besides I want to talk to you about something.

Jaune patted the log, as he watched, Jeanne. She gave him a curious look before she walked over, and sat down next to him.

Jeanne: Talk about what?

Jaune: …

Jaune: We… We have the memories of our past lives… I remember nearly everything I experienced in that life. And, yet… I don’t feel bad about that life I lived.

Jeanne: What do you mean?

Jaune: I don’t feel any… Pain… From that past life. I felt hated, ignore, and neglected by everyone in that life. And, it only got worse after I met you, them the Fall happened, and… I carried so much pain for years… Then I saw you again, and it was just so happy when I died… And, now… There’s no longer any pain…

Jeanne: Nothing?

Jaune: Nothing. I thought I would be upset about something… Instead I feel fine. Happy. It feels…

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Well… People are treating you the way you always wanted to be treated; with respect, and love. Mom, and Dad aren’t dismissing you, and are actually encouraging you, most of the time that is. You’re getting the, Huntsman training you always longed for. Maybe you’re just upset because you finally got what you always wanted, and you just don’t know how to react to it.

Jaune: Hmm… That kinda makes sense. Not that bad all in all.

Jeanne: Honestly I thought you would be going through some PTSD shit right now…

Jaune: For what? I’ve more, or less come to terms with all of things that happened to me, and all the things I did as well. The Fall, losing, Pyrrha, killing, Penny, killing, Cinder, them dying. I’ve accepted it, I’ve made peace with what happened in that life.

Jeanne: Really? I thought there would be some trauma from something you’ve experienced; I mean you saw a lot of people get killed, and even killed… Wait, did you say you killed, Penny. As in, Penny Polendina?!

Jaune: Yeah, I killed her. D-Didn’t I mention that?

Jeanne: NO?!! Why the hell would you kill such a sweet girl?!

Jaune: Oh… Well I guess it’s story time then.

Jeanne: It better be a good one!

Jaune: Okay…? Anyway, this was during the fall of, Atlas. Penny was hacked, she became this homicidal android that you see in those shows.

Jeanne: Penny was hacked? What was it some sort of semblance?

Jaune: No, she was literally hacked.

Jeanne: Like a computer?

Jaune: Yep.

Jeanne: The hell are you talking about?

Jaune: Oh, you probably wouldn’t have know about this… Yeah, uhh… Penny was, is, will be? Penny’s an android!

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: S-Seriously…?

Jaune: Yep. Seen her schematics myself.

Jeanne: Okay… Kinda explains why she’s so quirky… So, you killed her because she went murder bot on you?

Jaune: No… Penny had the, Maiden powers…

Jeanne: Mystical wizard energy.

Jaune: Yeah, so she was hacked, so in order to save her, Team RWBY used the, Relic of Creation to create her a new body, this one was made of flesh, and blood. So she was free from her corruption. After that we used the, Relics powers to escape the destruction of, Atlas. It made these magical bridges that lead to, Vacuo. Then, Cinder, and her companion, Neo got on, and attacked us. And, during the fighting, Penny got hit… It was fatale… So in order to stop, Cinder from getting the, Maiden powers, Penny asked me to kill her. And, I…

Jeanne: Killed her…

Jaune: Yeah, I did… Haa… I’ve accepted that fact I did that, and I’ve long since come to terms with what I did that day, and how necessary it was… But, it seems I still don’t like talking about it…

Jeanne: Whoa… You never caught a break now did you?

Jaune: Nope. Never did. Haa, enough about me, and my past trauma. I’ve had enough with living in the past…

Jeanne: Okay, but if you need to talk about it, about anything at all, I’m here for you.

Jaune: I know, Jeanne, I know.

Jaune ruffled his little sisters hair, before returning his gaze back to the lake. They stay there, basking in the silence until, Jaune broke the silence as a though stride across his mind.

Jaune: Hey, Jeanne?

Jeanne: Yeah?

Jaune: I haven’t noticed, but are people still treating you as little miss perfect?

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Ehhh… No… No they are not~!

Jaune: …?

Jeanne: …

Jaune: What did you get?

Jeanne: W-What I didn’t get anything! What, just because I have a cute face, and a smile that shines like the sun, you think I would instantly be given some sort of gift?! That, such an outrageous accusation, absolutely so!

Jaune: …

Jaune: What did you get.

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: A 30% discount on my new weapons…

Jaune: 30%?!

Jeanne: I just smiled, and said thanks for her creating my new weapons, and she gave me the discount on the spot! I wasn’t planning on getting a discount!

Jaune: Wait… Didn’t you say you went to this armourer when you first got your weapons made…?

Jeanne: Uhh…

Jaune: Meaning you knew if you flashed her your pearly white, and that weird sunshine smile thing you’ve got you would get a discount didn’t you…?

Jeanne looked away from, Jaune nervousness etched in her face. She returned, Jaune’s gaze with her most endearing smile, smiling from cheek to cheek. A halo of light illuminating her golden hair, all the while, Jaune stared on with the most deadpan expression he could muster.

Jaune: …

Jaune: Imma throw you into the lake now.

Jeanne: W-What?! Hey, put me down!

Jaune: Into the deep with you!

Jaune picked, Jeanne up effortlessly, and hurled , Jeanne into the lake. She screamed in terror as she flew through the air where she landed with a hard splash. She emerged from the river a few moments later sputtering, and wiping her long hair out of her face. She shot daggers at her brother as he smugly smiled at her.

Jeanne: Jaune?! Now I’m all wet!

Jaune: Just use your semblance to dry yourself off, you should be fine. Hopefully…

Jeanne: You know I don’t have such fine control over my semblance yet!

Jaune: Then learn to!

Jeanne: Grrr!!!

Jaune: Now quit playing around, supper should be ready soon. And, you know how mom gets when were late.

Jeanne: I’m not playing around! And, are you going to help me, or what?!

Jaune: Mmmm… No. imma go now: Bye~!

Jeanne: What?! No! Come back here!

Jaune: You’ll never take me alive!

Jeanne: JAUNNNNNNE!?!

And, with that the twins ran back home; one cackling like a madman, while the other ran like hell to enact her vengeance upon her older twin.

All in all, just another typical day for the, Arc family.

#rwby #jaune arc #jeanne arc #penny polendina

[celestiall0tus]

Tales of Bloody Bug and Chat Noir - Chapter 23 - Guitar Villain

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            “Woah, Chloe, you’re hosting another party?” Adrien asked.

            “That’s right, Adrikins. I had some fun with that itty bitty get together, so why not do another one?” Chloe said.

            “And with it being December and the holidays around the corner, we thought it would be fun to have a big Christmas party and even host a secret Santa event for anyone interested. It’s going to be so much fun,” Sabrina cheered.

            “Plus, it gives us more time to properly plan something instead of that slapped together mess last week.”

            “And we’re going to try to get things we couldn’t really on short notice. I know we’re considering hiring Jagged Stone or XY for the entertainment.”

            “No XY. Bl-… I mean, Alix, doesn’t like XY,” Chloe remarked.

            “But, Chloe, with Jagged Stone’s newest concert kicking off in January, he may not be available,” Sabrina pointed out.

            “Fine, but still no XY.”

            “Chloe, I have a question. Are you throwing this party as an excuse to get close to Alix?” Adrien asked.

            Chloe winced and ducked her head. “That’s one of the reasons.”

            “You don’t have to throw these parties just to get near Alix. You can just talk to her. I know she looks like she’ll tear your head off, but she’s actually really chill,” Adrien explained.

            “She’s only that way if she tolerates you. Have you not been paying attention to her attitude towards everyone else this past week?” Kagami countered.

            “She’s just… not in a good place. Something happened that sent her spiraling, and now she just… doesn’t want to talk,” Adrien explained.

            “Why bother not talking? Doesn’t she know not talking is worse?” Sabrina asked.

            “She does, and she told me she just wants to feel the weight of everything she’s done. She said she doesn’t want to run from them anymore but isn’t ready to talk just yet.”

            Sabrina and Chloe exchanged glances. Chloe opened her mouth, then shut it and curled her nose. She turned as Marinette, Alya, Rose, Juleka, and Mylene approached them.

            “Ugh, I thought I smelled the poor. Let’s go, Sabrina,” Chloe hissed.

            Chloe and Sabrina left. Kagami got up and stood between Adrien and the girls.

            “What do you all want?” Kagami demanded.

            “We have an invitation for Adrien for a Christmas party we’re planning,” Marinette said.

            Kagami held out her hand. Marinette looked at the girls hesitantly before she put the invitation in Kagami’s hand. Kagami took the invitation and tore it up, letting the shreds fall to the ground.

            “Hey! Why would you do that?” Alya demanded.

            “Adrien already has prior plans for Christmas than your pitiful attempts of a party.”

            “That doesn’t mean you have to be rude about it!”

            “And you don’t have to sit here still, fighting with me like it’ll get you somewhere. He’s not going to your crummy party, end of discussion. Leave. Now.”

            Alya snarled, grabbed Marinette’s hand, and left with the girls. Kagami returned to the bench next to Adrien.

            “Thanks, Kagami, but you don’t have to be so harsh.”

            “I’ve been asked to keep the pigtail girl and the brunette away from you. Your father’s orders.”

            “I know, and I appreciate it, if not still surprised Father cared, even if a little. But you can be a little-.”

            “Would you give this speech to Alix?” Kagami interrupted.

            “Well, I did when I first met her, before I got to know her.”

            “Then stop now. Her and I are one and the same.”

            Anger struck Adrien. “No, you’re not the same. You could never be what Alix is.”

            “Adrien, I’m not blind. I can see that she and I are the same.”

            “No, you’re not. She’s her own person. Compassionate, harsh, caring, angry, considerate, rude, brave, chaotic, and so much more. She’s so much more than a mere statue that’s blindly following orders because that’s what our parents want.”

            Kagami sneered and opened her mouth but was cut off when Nino ran up to them.

            “Dude, did you see the news about Jagged Stone?” Nino asked.

            Adrien shook his head.

            Nino pulled out his phone and showed Adrien. “Jagged Stone’s concert and tour was hijacked by XY.”

            Adrien raised a brow as he read the article. Bob Roth, the agent of Jagged Stone, announced that Jagged Stone’s new tour had been cancelled for XY’s first official tour after XY’s first album knocked Jagged Stone out of the number one spot.

            “What the-? What about Jagged Stone’s concert for Bloody Bug and Chat Noir?” Adrien asked.

            Nino shrugged. “It’s been taken over by XY as well. Probably for the best.”

            “The best? Do you like XY’s stuff?”

            “Yeah, dude. It’s no insult to Jagged Stone, but XY is just better.”

            “Uh, right. Hey, have you seen Alix?”

            “She’s up in our homeroom class with her head on the desk. I don’t think she left that spot since the lunch bell.”

            Adrien ran upstairs to their homeroom class to see Alix still in the same spot. He headed inside and sat at Chloe’s desk.

            “Alix? We may have an issue.”

            Alix sighed and lifted her head, so her chin rested on the desk. “What happened?”

            “I just saw on the news that Jagged Stone’s concert for you know who has been cancelled in favor of one held by XY. And last I heard from Chloe, Jagged Stone had checked into Le Grand Paris a couple days ago.”

            “Oh, fuck us. Is XY or that idiot agent here in Paris too?”

            “I don’t know.”

            Alix sighed. “Alright. Well, keep an eye on the news in case-.”

            Adrien’s phone buzzed. He looked down to see a new message from Nino. He opened it and saw a live interview from XY, who was at the news station. He pressed play as he and Alix watched XY trash Jagged Stone calling him a has-been, Ragged Stone, and old school.

            “Fucking punk ass bitch,” Alix hissed.

            “How long do you think before Jagged is akumatized?”

            “However long, it’s going to be today.”

            “What should we do?”

            “I’ll go keep an eye out. I’ll message you when he’s been akumatized.”

            “Wait, you aren’t ditching, are you?”

            “It’s not ditching when you have a solid excuse and a dad that’ll raise hell over it. I’ll be in touch.”

            Alix stood and headed out of the classroom. Kagami stepped inside after Alix left.

            “How did your talk go?”

            “It went well. Thank you for staying outside.”

            “I have no reason to fear Alix. You’re in good hands with her.”

            “Really? I figured my father would have told you otherwise.”

            “He did.”

            “Then why-?”

            “Because I am my own person too, Adrien. I can make my own judgements that differ from my orders.”

            Adrien flinched at Kagami’s words. He opened his mouth but was cut off by the bell. They took their seats and started the second half of their day until Mr. Damocles ran in before the bell.

            “Mr. Damocles? Is everything alright?” Miss Bustier asked.

            “Everyone, get to shelter! A dragon has been spotted flying over Paris with a guitar villain riding it.”

            Adrien pursed his lips. He pulled out his phone to see a message from Alix about the dragon, Jagged Stone being akumatized, and that the dragon was hers to deal with. She also wished him luck getting away from Kagami and transforming.

            Frustration gnawed at Adrien as he puzzled over how to get away from Kagami as they were ushered from the classroom. They headed to the gym when a roar shattered the relative silence. The earth shook violently as everyone turned to see the dragon and Bloody Bug. He watched Bloody Bug remove her yo-yo from the dragon’s muzzle and ensnared its wings before she jumped down in front of it.

            Adrien stepped back to make his way to a bathroom when Kagami grabbed his arm. He cursed silently as she pulled him aside while everyone watched Bloody Bug’s fight with the dragon.

            “Where do you think you’re going?” Kagami demanded.

            “I… I was going to the bathroom.”

            “At a time like this? Do you want to die?”

            Adrien sucked in a breath and sighed. “Kagami, I can’t tell you. Not now. I don’t feel I can trust you completely. And, it’s wrong of me to ask this, but I need you to trust that I’ll be safe. I need you to trust in me.”

            “You expect me to put my full trust in you when you won’t do the same for me?”

            “Yes.”

            “And why would I do that?”

            “Because you said it yourself. You are your own person, Kagami. You are capable of making your own judgments that aren’t what our parents have demanded of you. I understand the need and want to follow their rules, to constantly have their approval, but sometimes it’s not worth it. Especially when blood means nothing more than obligation and not genuine connection.”

            “I-.”

            “Please. I want to trust you. I want to share this with you to make our lives easier, but I can’t yet. I agree with another person that I don’t know that once you know, you won’t rat me out. I know I’m asking the world for you to trust me when I don’t trust you, but if you knew, you’d understand. At least, I hope you would.”

            Kagami frowned, then sighed. “Fine. I’ll trust you. But! If I find you hurt in any way, I won’t trust you ever again.”

            “Thank you, Kagami.”

            “Just… go, before I change my mind.”

            Adrien ran to the nearest bathroom and transformed into Chat Noir. He slipped out a window, climbed up onto the roof, and jumped down onto the dragon’s head. Bloody Bug jumped back and glared at him.

            “Where’s Jagged Stone?” Chat Noir asked.

            “Last I saw Guitar Villain was on his way to find XY, wherever that little bitch is at. He’s probably still looking without his pet to help him. Isn’t that right you big scaly bastard.”

            Chat Noir nodded and looked up. He spotted Gallic Chick, Porcelet, and Carapace on the roof. “Gallic Chick, Porcelet! You two are with me! Carapace, give Bug an arena to fight in!”

            Chat Noir leapt up as Bloody Bug used her Lucky Charm. He watched from the roof as she threw up a mic to Carapace as a turtle shell dome covered over her and the dragon. Carapace took the mic and commentated her fight with the dragon. He smiled and headed off with Gallic Chick and Porcelet.

            “Gallic Chick, can you use Sublimation to track Guitar Villain or XY?” Chat Noir asked.

            Gallic Chick nodded. She used Sublimation and gained the power of tracking. A glowing trail materialized. They followed it to the News Station up to the room where XY was being interviewed. They arrived as Guitar Villain had XY and Bob Roth captured.

            “Well, it’s about time!” Bob Roth yelled.

            Guitar Villain turned and smiled. “Look who has arrived. Ready to join my fan club, heroes?”

            “Come rock our worlds, Jagged,” Chat Noir remarked.

            “The name’s Guitar Vil-.”

            Porcelet ran up to Guitar Villain and held out her arms. “Gift!”

            A pink sphere materialized in front of Guitar Villain. He slumped as he stared into the orb. Porcelet smiled, took Guitar Villain’s guitar, and trotted over to Chat Noir.

            “Well, that was anti-climactic,” Chat Noir mumbled.

            “It’s all about efficiency, Chat Noir. The faster we take down the villains, the better we can showcase our efficiency and that the people can trust and depend on us,” Porcelet explained.

            Chat Noir tilted his head, then smiled. “You and Bug have similar approaches to this. I like that.”

            Porcelet’s eyes lit up as she beamed. Chat Noir patted her head, took the guitar, and smashed it against the ground. The Akuma flew up as he used Cataclysm and destroyed it. Guitar Villain reverted to Jagged Stone as he looked around.

            “What the-? How did I end up here?” Jagged Stone asked.

            Chat Noir moved and helped Jagged Stone up. “Gallic Chick, Porcelet, you two can head back. I’ll handle things from here.”

            “If I may, could I stay a little longer. I would love to see this part,” Porcelet asked.

            Chat Noir nodded and turned to Jagged Stone. “Jagged, you were akumatized. What happened?”

            “What happened? What happened? This pompous, money hungry reaper of music and the little perfume ad want to toss me aside. They stole my concert and my tour dedicated to you and Bloody Bug!” Jagged Stone yelled.

            “You’re old news, Jagged. The heroes don’t-,” Bob Roth started.

            “I’d love to disappoint, but Bloody Bug wouldn't show up to an XY concert,” Gallic Chick butted in.

            “What?” Bob Roth and XY yelled.

            “That’s right. Bug hates XY’s music but loves Jagged’s. Well, I know she loves metal and rock,” Chat Noir added.

            “See? Now, give me back my tour and concert!” Jagged Stone demanded.

            “Why would I-?” Bob Roth began.

            “Think of the money,” Gallic Chick interrupted.

            “You have my attention.”

            “Picture it. The heroes and saviors of Paris, frontline against their dastardly enemy with rock legend, Jagged Stone. The merchandise, the photo shoots, magazine articles, interviews, everything! You already have the whole city thrilled at the prospect of anything dedicated to their heroes. Why not make a profit off this like the other business tycoons in this city? Or, you can stick to your silly, one-time at the top of the charts loser here and miss out on such a lucrative opportunity. Your choice,” Gallic Chick offered.

            Bob Roth hummed. “You’re smarter than your colleagues, rooster girl. Very well, I’ll agree, but none of you get any of the profit from sales.”

            “Fine by me. I don’t need any of your frivolous profits,” Gallic Chick remarked.

            “Same here and for Bug,” Chat Noir said.

            “Money doesn’t bring me any joy. All I need is my bestie,” Porcelet chimed.

            Gallic Chick smiled and hugged Porcelet.

            “Oh, and Carapace should be fine, but any events that need a DJ, he gets to be the DJ,” Chat Noir added.

            “Deal and deal. Alright, Jagged, you get your concert and tour back,” Bob Roth announced.

            “Awesome! Rock and roll, baby! Hey, heroes, let’s get a picture!”

            Chat Noir, Gallic Chick, and Porcelet nodded and took a few pictures with Jagged Stone before they headed out back to school. Chat Noir slipped back into the bathroom and de-transformed before he headed in search of Kagami. He looked around the school, but it was empty. He headed outside to find everyone heading out or waiting for their rides. Kagami stood near the road with both their things.

            “Kagami!” Adrien called.

            Kagami turned as Adrien approached her. “You’re in one piece. Good. I can trust you with whatever it is you’re doing.”

            “Thank you. I’m sorry to ask so much of you, but I just can’t trust this to anyone.”

            “It means that much to you?”

            “Yes. I finally get to be free. I’m not trapped in a life forced on me. I get to be out with friends and so much more. It’s the life I dreamed of, and now that I have it, I’m not letting it go. If I need to, I will fight everyone for it, even you, but I don’t want to do that.”

            “You don’t?”

            “No. I don’t like that you’re forced to babysit me. I would like us to be friends, but not like how our parents want it. I want to know you, hang out as I would with Chloe, Nino, or Alix, and all that. I just want to be able to enjoy each other’s company without the expectations of our parents. What about you?”

            “I… don’t know.”

            “What do you mean?”

            “Your culture is not mine, Adrien. I must always respect my mother. She sacrificed so much for me and the very least I can do is give her my undying loyalty. After all, she’s the reason I’m allowed to live. The only way to repay such a gift and sacrifice is to give yourself to them.”

            “Kagami, I was told something that resonated with me after my father, well, blamed me for getting assaulted. The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. Just because someone is responsible for bringing you into this world, you don’t owe them anything.”

            Kagami smiled. “It’s a nice thought, but I couldn’t. My mother is my life. My moves are also hers and that’s just the way it is.”

            Adrien sighed. He stood in silence with Kagami as his ride showed up.

            “I’ll see you tomorrow, Adrien.”

            “Yeah. See you tomorrow.”

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[adelheidvonschicksal]

Grounding

Part 1 || Part 2

Summary: Todoroki needs your body to help him through some issues. Part 3 of Tsundere!Omega!F!Reader x Shouto

CW: Omegaverse, fluff, low-key dissociation, sfw despite the summary lol

(Haha, can you tell they’re actually friends now?)

You think you prepared for protecting yourself your whole life, being an omega motivating you in the art of self-defense. Aikido. Karate. Boxing. Someone names it, and you’ve probably taken at least one class in it, but now your mind is drawing blanks. Your head is flooding, thoughts growing dizzy as the scent of mint radiates around you. Your skin feels sticky hot, and you curse as you note Todoroki is breathing in your scent

In the shadows of the stairwell, Todoroki holds you tight to the spot, but you aren’t sure you’d be able to move either way, not with his head practically magnetized to your shoulder.

This is the type of things that happen in television dramas. Todoroki was acting funny so you followed him out of class to make sure he was okay and wouldn’t pass out somewhere, you know, like a good classmate, not because you worried about him more than anyone else. The next thing you know, he yanks you under here. You almost worked up the nerve to tell him it was extremely rude to do so but then this happened.

“Is this like one of those rutting things?” you think to yourself. Did that mean he was going to try to mate you? You didn’t want that to happen. Maybe. Well, even if you did, you were way too young for that! Especially since he hadn’t even bothered to ask! Not that you would’ve said yes. Probably. Either way, he was going need a good lesson about consent!

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing! You should at least ask before you go grabbing people!”

Your complaint does nothing to deescalate the situation, and his fingers squeeze into the sides of your biceps a little harder.

“Be quiet for once,” he demands, and you squirm as the ends of his hair tickle your neck. He breathes in steady and slow yet deep. “Sorry…I…Just stand still for a minute. Please.”

It’s clear from his shaky demeanor that something is wrong, and you find yourself stilling. You’re not sure if he’ll tell you about what’s bothering him, but it seems to help when the world goes quiet except for his stuttering inhales.

You don’t speak, allowing the moment to reform inside your mind as something needed, and he’s thankful that you don’t push away. Todoroki can finally relax when the warmth of your arm starts to sink into his back.

You stay like that until he decides to end the long moment by pulling away.

“Are you feeling okay now?” You question.

“Yes,” he answers. “Thank you.”

Curious, you follow up. “What was that all about?”

“Oh,” he pauses, hands itching at his sides, embarrassed. “I needed to ground myself a bit.”

“What does that mean?”

“My mind was a bit heavy, and I needed something to focus on,” he explains but your worried face clearly shows that you’re still a little confused so he adds, “I was…having a bad day, and your scent is calming and familiar. That’s all.”

You didn’t know how to feel about the funny feeling his words were making inside your stomach, but you couldn’t deny the idea that he liked your scent nice; and if it was for something like that, then you guess you could be generous enough to help him, (like a good classmate!). “Oh, well, next time tell me that from the start instead of pinning me down, because I-I thought you were trying to do something dirty.”

“No,” he says, his face lightly flushed. His gaze retreats to the corners of the area before falling back over you, and it makes you want to hide your face away. “We’re in public space so something like that wouldn’t be appropriate, but if you really need to then after curfew would be best.”

You choked. He was getting way too ahead of himself. “Why would I need to?!”

“You seem really stressed a lot of the time, and I heard knotting reduces stress for omegas,” he explains and blushes a bit darker. “Honestly, I would prefer if you asked me to help before someone else but—“

Did he think his thing had healing properties or something?!

“I said I don’t need to! And that’s another thing, you can’t go around assuming—“

Todoroki decides your scent is very soothing but you are very loud. For some reason, he still likes both.

@mrsreina - tag requested ages ago but just in case you still want it!

#todoroki x reader #shouto x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #omegaverse #todoroki fluff #female reader

[flower1622]

Hey this isn’t an ask but I just wanted to tell you something. I saw your post of you reacting (I don’t know the tumblr terms) but you responded/reacted to an ask someone said to you and it was super negative.

First off I am so sorry people are saying things like that to you, over a book. I love Percy Jackson and the PJO Universe so much but I would never tell another to SH or anything else that negatively. So I’m sorry that you are experiencing such negativity from the fandom it’s absolutely disgusting.

Second off, (if you do post this; which I don’t care if you do) I would like to state I’m a huge fan of Percabeth. I love them so much, and I love Annabeth. I understand you aren’t a big fan of her and that is okay. Everyone is different and has different opinions. You are entitled to not like her. Just as others are entitled to disagree, however just because they disagree does not mean they need to attack you. Not only is that childish, that is extremely wrong and makes them an extremely negative person.

Third off, you never know where someone is mentally and even the strongest can eventually break. So I hope you are okay, and aren’t letting the negativity get to you. If it is, don’t be embarrassed or feel like they are winning if you have to walk away. I don’t know you but I know you are a strong person, for being able to stand up for yourself and your opinions that is not easy. You are also very kind and understanding. Because you are not arguing back or saying rude things back to them, which says so much about you as a person. I honestly wish and pray nothing but the best for you. 🩵

Fourthly (if you post this); The Percy Jackson Universe was created for the neurodivergent and children. They were not created to then be used to later attack or berate someone for a simple belief or opinion. Annabeth, Percy, Nico, Thalia, any of your favorite characters of this universe would be ashamed of you. They would not like you, and in fact wouldn’t back you up. So stop attacking them for having an opinion that is different from you. Instead empathize and see why they think what they do.

Again, I’m wishing you nothing but the best and please don’t let the negativity get to you. Sending all the positivity your way✨

Thanks for the positive and respectful message! I'm really grateful for that! I'm happy that the fandom still has some good people that respect other opinions. Unfortunately, I guess I will just stop tagging Percy Jackson on my posts, so that way only me or my followers I guess can see my posts. I just don't wanna anyone to feel uncomfortable, that's all.

But thanks so much for this message! I'm really touched by all the messages I received. The haters stopped sending me that horrible messages. Just because I'm walking away doesn't mean they won. This way no one gets bothered by my posts.

Thanks again for everything you said! I wish you and all the other fans the best, even the haters. Kisses!

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #pjo #pjo tv show #pjo series #heroes of olympus #percy jackson heroes of olympus

[smallestapplin]

Any chance you could expand on significantly taller s/o please? It is entirely wonderful! How would they defend you if people are rude about them? How they first got up courage to approach you? Any inconveniences of being so much shorter than you and how they sorted it out? Thank you!!! ☺️☺️☺️

Sure! I don’t mind at all, tho I hope these two out good.

Asks are open!

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🔲Ingo🔲

- Ingo being Ingo didn’t approach you about his feelings until he saw Emmet walking towards you with intent.

- Of course before he could reach for Emmet’s shirt collar to pull him back all that was blurted out “Ingo likes you verrrry much! Mhm!”

- Ingo wanted the ground to swallow him hole right then and there.

- But you looked down at him with such a tender expression and warm smile “well I like him too! And if he’s free I’d like to take him on a date Saturday.”

- That solely killed Ingo, his face was beyond red, AND AT WORK OF ALL PLACES!

- Being shorter than you has never bothered him, his only gripe is he can’t kiss you from down here.

- So what does he do to remedy the situation?

- Takes your hand in his and slowly kisses up your arm while slowly pulling you down.

- He is getting that kiss.

- OH y’all’s first kiss forever stays in his brain. You two were sitting on the train heading back home after a date. it was one of the few times you two are more level. With hardly any people around he held your hand and look at you “may I kiss you?”

- You soft laugh is so melodic “you may.”

- The kiss was soft but passionate, filled to the brim with love.

- He still swoons thinking about it to this day.

- If anyone is rude to you they, like usual, will be left crying at how professionally he scolds them.

- He doesn’t take insults about his partner very lightly.

- Like you don’t even have to say anything. Ingo is already there pulling out a PowerPoint presentation on why the person is objectively wrong, and will always be wrong and amount to nothing.

- You are the love of his life he will be DAMNED if anyone says a mean thing about you.

🔳Emmet🔳 (if you’ve been here before you know what’s about to happen.)

- it was a miracle you didn’t notice his affection for you sooner.

- The man coos and sways while looking at you like he was struck by Cupid’s arrow.

- Like you of course met him through the battle subway, and you became a regular, at least once a week. You two became friends rather quickly with how forward he was about it.

- He spends as much time with you as possible.

- While Emmet is very straightforward he wanted it to be cute and romantic when he confessed!

- He blurts it out on a crowded subway.

- It was his day off and you two were going to go hang out else where.

- He was stuck between the wall of the train cart and you.

- He was facing you cause up till the sudden population increase, you two were talking.

- You try giving him more space, but he is chest height with you.

- “Are you okay Em?”

- He is more than okay “if I die smothered like this then I die happy.”

- You snort “you’re a dork.”

- “I would love to be your dork.”

- His face was bright red as yours flushed, but your laugh got a little louder.

- “Mm only if you’ll by my dorky little boyfriend.”

- Oh he absolutely knew you were the one after that.

- You can’t escape him at all.

- And I mean that in the sweetest way possible.

- If he sees you in the station while he is working (you could be visiting him, going to work yourself, etc) he will absolutely yell for you, sprint towards you and jump on you.

- He loves doing so.

- Like his brother your height never bothers him but he swears to Arceus if you don’t give him a kiss right now-

- You 100% tease him, he is on his tippy toes trying to kiss you but you’re just standing straight up.

- He just frustrated at your giggling so he just climbs you.

- Yes you read that right, Emmet has enough arm strength to hold himself up so that’s exactly what he is going to do.

- He just jumps up, wrapping his legs around your hips and arms around your neck and smothers you with kisses.

- If he can’t do that he is getting a chair or a step ladder to stand on so he can kiss you if you don’t want to bend down.

- Everyone knows to never be rude or mean to you in the presence of Emmet.

- A video of him acting like a rabid Pokémon proves that.

- One person thought it would be funny and it ended with them running away screaming with emmet quickly gaining on them, insulting their very lively hood and promising to lessen his beating if they stopped running.

- Or the time he tried to bite someone.

- Or the time he punched someone’s lights out.

- The most normal one he does is getting in front of you and insulting the person down to the T as if he’s known all their secrets and whole personality, someone is going to cry and it’s not him or you.

- You’re his tall sweet darling after all!

#pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokemon ingo #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon fluff #pokemon emmet x reader #pokemon emmet

[boypussydilf]

[runnning in] relationships askgame. tell me about. kururu and saburo. thats the white haired kids name right

YEAAAAAAH IT IS. SABURO. sabOwO. sabUwU. his name is different in the anime vs the manga i call him saburo bc thats his anime name so itswhat im used to but in the manga hes mutsumi… i think he changed it he runs a radio show and in the anime they changed it so that it’s a SECRET that he runs it and in both the name he uses for the radio show is 623 which is a pun on. mutsumi. bc sgt frog fucking ADORES giving the characters pun codenames & plays on possible pronunciations of numbers that also sound like their names. so if it was a secret that he was running th radio show his actual name couldn’t sound exactly the same as his radio show host name. so the anime named him saburo. but like. why change that at all. anyway! ah i didn’t really think this would get very long but uh. readmore time

describe their canon relationship/dynamic

WE DONT REALLY… GET TO SEE THEM ACTUALLY INTERACT ALL THAT MUCH… saburo exists so that in his introduction scene yoshizaki can have his little evangelion reference and then after that saburo just. exists. like hes interesting but no one gets to talk about it because he almost never shows up. they damned him to the box. they put him in a storage closet. Anyway the good thing is when kururu and saburo DO interact its almost always like. Stellar. 10/10. Incredible moment. It’s usually either “one of them asks the other for technical help with something and the other one goes ‘sure that sounds interesting lol’”, or kururu sending saburo a text that goes “I’m not even IN any danger so don’t even bother trying to help me tbh, like what could you even DO, everything is fine, here are my exact coordinates btw” and saburo goes to help him, or both of them like, sitting in a tree going “Those losers are pretty excited about cherry blossoms huh? Well they are kind of pretty sometimes, I guess”.

Saburo is a fair bit more Openly Nice than Kururu but they are still both like, always running a program of “act Distant and Disaffected and Cool and Like You Don’t Really Care About Anything Unless It’s Funny”, but where it would read as being rude to anyone else interacting with them, they fundamentally GET each other, so when they’re having very brief interactions with each other where they’re just asking for favors or talking like nothing really matters and they’re only here because they didn’t happen to have anything better to do, they both see it for what it is and read it for gestures of kindness and friendship and so they endure despite their lack of open and honest communication. The ultimate point of their dynamic as laid out in canon is “they Get Each Other, in a way absolutely no one else does”.

your ideal/headcanon version of it? how does it differ from how it is in canon & why is this your favorite version? any other alternate versions of it you enjoy?

You know… again… I don’t think there’s any way to improve on this. I don’t think any concept of Them in my mind has really drifted from or made new additions to how it’s portrayed in canon. I can’t even say that I think they should hang out more, because the POINT is they’re both not very social and spend a lot of time alone, they give each other space out of RESPECT and UNDERSTANDING.

what do you like about their relationship, why is it interesting or enjoyable to you?

what about that ISNT interesting and so much fun. Just fundamentally the whole concept is. GREAT. I love you, Wave Buddies, whatever the fuck that means. ok im pretty sure itsjust short for wavelength as in on the same wavelength but itsreally funny how the first version of relationship chart in the manga. in english anyway. just calls them Wave Buddies with no context. Anyway their dynamic is absolutely BALLER. more characters should be doing whatever this is.

what about the individual characters involved? what does this relationship mean to them, what makes it unique among their relationships?

THIS IS WHERE I WISH WE KNEW MORE ABOUT EITHER SABURO OR KURURUS LIVES BEFORE THE SERIES!!!!!!!!! I really should read that manga chapter about how saburo was RAISED BY ALIENS but it hasn’t been translated and I don’t know how much context it would give on like… The point is like. With Giroro Keroro & Dororo we know a LOT about their childhoods and other parts of their lives before the start of the series, so we have plenty of information & context that helps to inform Who They Are and Things They Might Be Thinking and Possible Reasons They Make The Choices They Do. But we know next to nothing about Tamama and Kururu’s lives before the series, so we only have TINY bits of context, so most things you can come up with as “stuff that might be going on in their minds” or “possible larger-scale reasons for their actions” are just like, uh. SPECULATION thats the word. Same with the humans. We know many details of Fuyuki, Natsumi, & Momoka’s lives, so we know who they are on a large scale informed by their earlier childhoods and environment, and we KIND of know stuff about Koyuki’s life, but. What we know about Saburo’s life before the series is: he was raised by aliens until he was like 9, apparently. he started a radio show at one point. this concludes what we know about saburos life. The point is we don’t have the same Canon Indicators for what they think of each other the way we do with some other characters - like, Fuyuki has always been obsessed with aliens, of course Keroro is special to him, or, it makes sense for Dororo to be extra special to Koyuki because he’s the only thing in her life that’s the same after leaving her home.

But of course I guess we’re not that COMPLETELY barren of information. For one thing it’s pretty clearly shown several times that like. Kururu doesn’t actually like Being Disliked or having people say mean things about him. He’s dedicated to upholding his precious reputation of a Rude, Weird, and Dislikable Guy anyway, but he … doesn’t… he doesn’t want people to actually dislike him. He doesn’t like it. Saburo DOESN’T misunderstand him, and DOESN’T dislike him, Saburo thinks he’s COOL and INTERESTING. Saburo is IMPORTANT.

More than that we also have the manga chapter & anime episode that flashback to their original meeting, of which the central point is, they became friends because they found each other interesting. like it goes like this: the whole platoon got separated and got lost right after coming to earth, so kururu goes whatever i can invade by myself anyway, starts looking for high schoolers he can turn into his army but then Saburo Can See Him. Saburo Can See Him Through The Barrier That Only Aliens And People Who Already Know About The Existence Of Aliens Can See. And Kururu goes what the FUCK and then they have a big chase & dramatic anime fight through the whole school and in the ANIME. in the ANIME events lead to a Big Fucking Monster incident and then kururu is in danger by a Big Fucking Monster and saburo saves him and that’s part of why they become friends,. But in the MANGA that doesn’t happen.

In the manga Saburo is just a cocky smug little bitch even though he’s one random teenager fighting an alien with tons of weapons technology and training who he clearly has absolutely 0 chance of not DYING against and kururus like “Why the fuck are you being like this? You realize you’re definitely gonna die?” and saburo says something that in both the english translation and in the original japanese i dont… i dont have a fucking clue what hes getting at or trying to say? But whatever hes getting at kururus like “ok yknow what fine <3 ill stop trying to kill you lets help each other out instead”. And also in that chapter there’s a scene where they both think “he seems interesting” at each other and another point where saburo thinks kururu is gonna erase HIS memories along with the memories of everyone else who saw Saburo Destroying The School While Fighting Something Invisible and hes like NO THIS CANT HAPPEN WHEN IVE FINALLY MET SOMEONE INTERESTING so . Their deal is that they find each other interesting I guess.

favorite interaction they have in canon

oh my god i thought of a really good one earlier but looking thru the flashback chapter to their meeting totally threw it out of my brain. uhhh RIGHT RIGHT. in the anime its a secret that saburo is the one running the 623 radio show but its NOT a secret to kururu, and there’s an episode towards the end where saburo quits running it like Under A Manager, bc hes sick of people trying to push him to show his face in public and his like producers are trying to set up Face Reveal Events, and he ends up running the radio show Independently instead and kururu helps him by making an Invisible Flying Recording Booth for him to use and being the only other person involved in making the show.

Also all of episode 229b. obviously. you know how it is when your best friend is trying to sacrifice himself to save the world and you realize YOURE the one who made it possible for him to do that in the first place by giving him a pen of Make Anything You Draw Real that he can use as a weapon and if you dont fucking hurry hes going to DIE TONIGHT so you drop everything to work for hours straight and then go save him at the literal last second and then you have an interaction tbats just like “you know you could’ve died :/“ “yeah so lol. ok fine Thanks” bc both of you are insane

favorite interaction they have in your head/a situation you want to put them in

I get why they don’t live together & kururu lives in his lab instead, bc, you know, the whole loners who respect each others space thing, but like, it would be funny for kururu to live in saburos shitty little high schooler apartment or wherever he lives. Actually like. He probably DID for a while. In between allying with saburo & when he reunited with keroro and built the secret base. He had to at least be in easy CONTACT w saburo that whole time and like. I doubt he was living in the bushes. I can picture it now, the like, couple months of kururu living in this random kids apartment and definitely mercilessly insulting earth technology and probably upgrading random shit for lols so that saburo now has like, the most insane faucet in the world or whatever, and saburos just like whatever thats cool lol, want to watch bargain bin dvds with me.

#WHEEEEEEEE WEHEEEEEEE THANX 👍 #I Wonder how long this took to write. i was Not paying attention #basilask

[theangryjikooker]

you are right not wanting to be "friends" with anyone on here. but you come off extremely abrasive most of the times. having this blog seems to annoy you more than bring you joy and pleasant feelings it seems. is it healthy? you asked people to evaluate things before they send them to you, but you're the one putting yourself in this position. what does it matter to you to respond to those people and being in an apparent permanent bad mood? seems your hobby is as unhealthy as these people asking questions are. just because you pose as rational and level-headed doesn't mean you're an illuminated being. and yet you behave with such a superiority complex and disdain and arrogance it becomes vexing and it says more about you than you think. you're a shipper and you hate that side of yourself and the fixation you can't seem to completely quit. even if you say you don't care, you clearly care. you care a little too much for your own comfort and you get off on schooling "delusional people" because you're fucking frustrated with something else.

BIG SIGH.

Okay, I have had shippers/supporters submit to me their opinions on things. This is fine, I have no problems with those viewpoints if you’re just sharing them. And I do share them because I think it’s important to show those perspectives, provided they’re polite.

But the last ask? That was not it. And I’ve been open about this before: yes, I can leave asks like that alone and ignore it, but I am sick to death of shippers laying into people with a difference in opinion and expecting them to just take it. Fucking no. I will put people in their place, but only if they deserve it, and especially so when they feel like I’m not acting like they want. Excuse the fuck outta me.

I’m abrasive. Yes. That is quite literally in my BYF on my blog. Again, people don’t read. You’re clearly following me to some degree, even if you’re not actually following, so I pose the question back to you: why keep tabs on me at all that you feel you’re in a position to give me a rundown of what I’m doing that clearly bothers you? Because it seems to me that you’re going out of your way more than I am going out of mine.

Absolutely it is my problem if I choose to answer things or not, but I’m also doing it to publicize the kinds of asks I get and how I respond to them so it’s transparent. I’m not rude for no reason, unless you consider the idea that I derisively lump shippers together rude, but it has always been implicit that I’m talking about a specific sub-group of shippers. But then again, this would be obvious if people read the BYF before actually following.

I can call [toxic] shippers delusional all I want, but I don’t go out of my way to go to their blogs and question why they continue to do what they do. In spite of my own feelings, I repeatedly tell others to ship however they want to. This hobby could be considered unhealthy, I guess, because it seems my reactions are wildly disproportionate, but it galls me that people like you find it necessary to ~put me in my place~ because you might not like my attitude, or feel like I shouldn’t have this hobby because it makes me ~so fucking frustrated~ when this would not be an issue if shippers didn’t have a raging boner for entering spaces that clearly isn’t suitable for them. And it’s not even that they see my blog—I see a shit ton of bloggers and posts that I don’t want to see—but I don’t actively search for their ask box to give them a piece of my mind because fucking surprise surprise, it’s not my place.

P.S. I want to point out that it’s always other people who are projecting this idea that I think of myself as a “rational” and “illuminated” being. Not once have I ever put myself on such a pedestal. The same could literally be said about toxic shippers, who actually have a platform where others do defer to them as being the enlightened ones for seeing “the truth,” but it seems like it’s taken as a given rather than a problem. No, choosing to look at things with a “level head” is somehow a sign of a superiority complex. If I could roll my eyes any harder—

#TAJ asks #questionable anon #not jikook #bts fandom #bts tumblr

[ciaossu-imagines]

Oddly enough, I don’t have too many polyships for Special 7! I flipped a coin between the two I do have and used this prompt for headcanons on a polyship between Ichinose/Reader/Seiji! I hope ya’ll enjoy, my loves!

Who is the one who would go up to a random elder in a coffeeshop and ask them about their life?

This would have to be Seiji and possibly you. Seiji has a great deal of respect for his elders and, while a bit awkward, he really is more of an extrovert than Ichinose, who really does try to avoid a lot of small talk and, unless he had to, wouldn’t really approach a stranger.

Who hates checking out books because checking them out means interacting, and that is always awkward?

This is Ichinose. He doesn’t like having to check out books, partially because of the interacting but mostly because he has a bad habit of never returning them on time. Sometimes he forgets but really, it’s normally because his life gets really busy and his schedule is not at all regular.

Who is the one to use toilet paper as tissues and carries it around all day?

Ichinose does this and sometimes Seiji and possibly even you. Seiji prefers to have tissues on hand and he tries really hard to remember to grab one of those pocket packs, but he sometimes forgets to put them in his pocket and he’d rather use toilet paper than just sneeze without some sort of coverage. Ichinose is too cheap to buy tissues when toilet paper does the exact same job.

Who is the one who carries around $100 just in case there is some apocalypse, and they need to buy gear?

This would have to be you. Seiji carries a modest amount of cash in case of an emergency, but the thought of a potential apocalypse doesn’t really occur to him as something to carry cash for. Ichinose prefers card to cash and only has small bills, which is also a great excuse for not being stuck with the bill when he gets roped into dinners out with everyone from work.

Who is the one who points with their chin?

Ichinose is really bad for this, no matter how many times Seiji or you or anyone else tells him it’s rude. He’ll try for a little bit not to do it if it’s you that points it out, but he only lasts so long because it’s just force of habit to him, honestly.

Who is the one who takes pictures of their food and instagrams it?

It would have to be you. Ichinose has no social media presence whatsoever and really kind of finds the whole idea of it a bother, while Seiji takes horrible pictures and really just wants to eat his food and enjoy it.

Who is the one who reads fanfiction daily?

This is another one that is mostly you. You can get Ichinose into fanfiction though, if you introduce it to him for something you know he enjoys or a show you watch together. He’ll act like he’s not at all interested but reads any fics you send him, initially just to see why you enjoy them so much and later because he kind of begins to really enjoy them too.

Who is the one to write fanfiction?

It would have to be you, if you write fanfiction, or nobody.

Who is the one who cosplays?

While you can convince Ichinose to read fanfic with you, Seiji would be the one who is totally okay with cosplaying with you. It seems fun to him, and it makes you happy and he’s happy to be able to just take part in one of your hobbies.

Who is the one who likes to quote movies, books, and songs in conversations?

I feel like Ichinose quotes obscure shit out of the blue, though infrequently, just to kind of see if anyone will get it or to be mildly annoying.

Who is the one to burst out into song randomly?

This would have to be you. Ichinose tends to whistle more often though, especially while doing domestic chores. Seiji can and will sing if requested but he doesn’t really enjoy it and honestly isn’t overly fantastic at it.

Who is the one who secretly uses their neighbour’s WiFi?

Secretly? Not so much. Ichinose will readily admit he’s been stealing Wi-Fi from his neighbour for years. Why not? They’re already paying for it, he doesn’t want to pay for it, and to him it’s not really hurting anything.

Who is the one who safety pins friendship bracelet strings to their clothing so they could have something to do if bored?

This would have to be you or nobody. If it is something you’d do, my lovely reader, I feel like Seiji would be so down for making friendship bracelets with you and would happily wear any that you made him. Hell, even Ichinose wears the ones you make him, if only to make you happy.

Who is the one who played/plays an obscure instrument just to be different?

I personally don’t headcanon Seiji as playing any instrument and don’t know if the harmonica counts as an obscure instrument, because that’s what I headcanon Ichinose being able to play.

Who is the one who puts bajillions of stickers on their door/wall?

Seiji used to do this during his preteen years but did grow out of it like most people grow out of their phases. If you like to do it, he’ll gift you stickers for your collection but personally, he thinks it’s a bit childish. Ichinose plain out doesn’t care either way. If they make you happy and they’re not hurting anyone, go all for it, in his opinion.

Who is the one who likes to rewatch the same movies?

Both Seiji and Ichinose fall into this. They’re both a little boring in that way. They have their favourite shows or movies and because their work schedules don’t leave them a lot of time, they find themselves watching things they already know they like instead of potentially wasting time on something that they don’t enjoy.

Who is the one who uses bootlegs to watch their favourite movies/TV shows?

Okay, but Bellemer is great at finding bootlegs and supplies Ichinose and you with them if you want them. To Seiji, it’s too much like stealing and he’ll prefer paying for television or outright buying DVD’s and he’ll always have a brief frown on his face whenever you or Ichinose use bootlegs.

Who is the one that writes on their arm to remind themselves to do something?

Neither man does this. Ichinose actually has a pretty amazing memory and doesn’t really forget things too often while Seiji uses a day planner or a calendar app.

Who is the one who owns dozens of pencils but is too lazy to sharpen them?

I feel like Seiji goes through pencils quickly but not because he’s lazy and doesn’t want to sharpen them but because he breaks them fairly quickly or ends up misplacing them or lends them to people who never return them.

Who is the one who uses YouTube for their music because they don’t want to buy/download anything?

Oh, but this is another way that Ichinose is cheap. He doesn’t get paying for a music subscription when YouTube has the music he wants to listen to on there for free, with only the minor inconvenience of the occasional ad.

Who is the one who always wears the same shoes?

You would expect that this would be Ichinose but it’s really not. It’s either Seiji or you. Seiji has two sets of shoes exactly, dress shoes for work and more casual and quite beat up sneakers for his days off. Ichinose actually owns more shoes than him but that’s only because Ichinose has bad feet…his arch is weird and it’s hard to find good shoes for his feet, so he tends to grab shoes whenever he can find good pairs that keep his feet comfortable and don’t hurt.

Who is the one to do asks like this?

It’s probably you, though both men would be good sports about doing them with you if you ever ask them to.

#special 7 #special 7: special crime investigation unit #tokunana #ichinose shiori #shiori ichinose #nanatsuki seiji #seiji nanatsuki #polyship #headcanons

[yackers]

okay so I've been rewatching some of s3 and I'm unsure how to feel. Like in many cases Patricia's jealousy is way overdramatic but in some cases (esp when eddie was checking out the same woman that his dad was 🤢) its kinda justified?? ugh idk these two really needed to work on their communication

see what I’ve said before that’s always made sense to me is that patricia’s over the top jealousy towards kt and eddie is, at first especially, a result of eddie using mara to make her jealous when he was mad at her the previous year. like you said about their frankly insane problems with communication, they tend to convey how they’re feeling towards each other exclusively through actions like just being randomly rude to each other or ignoring each other or using someone else to make the other jealous. so like in s3 when kt first arrives, patricia is unaware of eddie’s visions about her and knows that he’s mad at her about what happened over the summer so she assumes that lines like “you’re the girl from my dream” are like bad attempts at flirting with another girl in front of her to piss her off. he then proceeds to literally follow kt around everywhere and stuff and without context it just looks like he’s coming on way too strong. especially considering the fact she still liked him and could’ve wanted to make up with him when they got back to school. like she’s wayyy too mean to kt and I’m not saying that she was right for that but it’s not uncharacteristic of patricia because she’s always been mean to and wary of new people due to her trust issues and fear of like change within her home. and I’m not saying her reactions to everything aren’t rooted in jealousy because like they are but she also got mad at how much time nina and fabian spent together in s1 because she didn’t trust her and was mad that fabian did like she’s just overly protective of the house I think. she’s also just scared of losing him to girl that you can tell she secretly thinks is pretty cool.

and then her jealousy within her relationship with eddie once they’re back together is like you said a result of them being really shit at communicating. they never really have conversations about their relationship and tell each other when they’re mad so like when she sees him hug kt around a time when things had been a little rocky between them she retaliates by spending time with ben because they’re still barely able to be vulnerable enough with each other (especially her) to be able to say when things bother them. the whole talk they finally have where they actually say to each other that they only have feelings for each other only actually happens once patricia’s soul is gone ffs. (which is part of why a lot of her sinner behaviour feels so off because she’s never usually that open with her feelings).

and yea like that yucky yuck yuck scene you mentioned (that was sooo unnecessary bc yea 🤮) like I don’t even necessarily think that’s jealousy because to have the audacity to check out a random woman in front of your girlfriend does just mean you should get whacked. I think that’s just the show setting her up for the tricks denby plays on her later on. it builds a foundation for her distrust of eddie’s fidelity which is then built upon by denby mentioning his wandering eyes (I think that might have been right before this scene actually), the love letter and then eventually the messages.

so I don’t even think she’s necessarily ever crazily jealous for like just the sake of drama like a lot of people suggest about s3. her insecurity and trust issues become her arc that leads to her downfall and sinner capture because for three seasons she’s barely been able to trust anyone to consistently care about her and look out for her and I actually think that in a show that relies so much on teamwork and camaraderie it’s pretty cool for that to be a fatal flaw.

I will say that in tor it’s just kinda weird like you could argue that it’s because she’s upset about them taking her place in the house and stuff but like the show was just weird for implying that there could ever have been any romance between supposedly 14 year old sophia and 18 year old eddie and it wasted the last time the audience had with the show’s fan favourite couple for the sake of like the pink dress gag. tor was just written really badly in general though like I love it but I never take it too seriously.

#this was so much I’m sorry #but like I genuinely love doing like think pieces about this show #like never hesitate to send me stuff like this because I have so many thoughts about everything #house of anubis #ask #anon #txt