#i like how the coloring looks in the close up shots but i'll admit it

[tls123]

wen qing and jiang cheng’s scene in episode twenty  —  requested by anonymous

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[thesoftboiledegg]

"Unmortricken" was a lot. In fact, it might have been a little too much.

To start, I loved the glimpse of what exists outside the Central Finite Curve. The visuals were stunning and reminded me of M.C. Escher's drawings. The Jetson-like family was a nice touch--if anything can happen, who says they can't have different animation styles? All those colorful portals make me wonder what's lurking just out of sight.

It's also funny that the space outside the Curve is full of Rick's favorite thing: crystals. If he took a trip there, he'd come back with his pockets stuffed with gemstones.

Evil Morty's reappearance gave us a decent character study. Since he wasn't the antagonist, we saw him interact with the C-137s as a regular person. Morty's a little impressed, and Rick has a grudging respect for him. Others have called Evil Morty the Rickest Morty, and I agree: similar intelligence, similar technology and similar bloodthirst.

I was glad that he left in the end because that's what his character arc is about anyway. He doesn't want to be part of anyone else's story, not even another Morty's.

However, that's also part of the issue that I had with this episode. Seeing Evil Morty was great, but it was also a little...pointless? You could've had the same story without him. He's not working with Prime, and he has no ties to C-137 after "Rickmurai Jack," so it felt like the writers just said "Hey, you know what would be cool?"

I'm not against writers having fun and giving the audience what they want. "Spider-Man: No Way Home" (yeah, groan at me, Marvel haters) is fan service in blockbuster form, and it was one of the best theater experiences I've ever had.

Still, if Evil Morty came back, I think he should've had a separate episode. The episode juggled C-137 Rick, Morty, Evil Morty and Prime Rick pretty well, giving them satisfying interactions with each other, but no Evil Morty would've meant more relationship development for the C-137s.

Evil Morty's backstory also didn't reveal much about him. I mean--yeah, we all figured that he had an abusive Rick and got fed up. The fact that he had a "regular" Rick instead of a deranged lunatic does make a point about the banality of abuse. Monsters aren't always raving maniacs who torture people in their basements. Ordinary people can wear you down with a slow drip of toxicity and neglect.

I enjoyed this episode, and Evil Morty's return was exciting, but cramming the series' two biggest antagonists and storylines into twenty minutes was a little overwhelming. New plot developments kept showing up, too: Rick found Prime! Prime's various lairs! Omega device! I would've preferred a two-parter.

I'll admit that if you told me that we'd see Evil Morty and Rick Prime in the same shot, I never would have believed you, but here we are.

On that note, Prime's characterization was perfect. No attempt at a cutesy, sad backstory; he's a laughing monster until the end. And is it really the end? He has regeneration abilities, but C-137 acts like he's dead and even gives up the search. This leaves us with a few options:

C-137 killed him.

Prime fooled C-137 into thinking that he's dead when he isn't.

C-137's keeping him alive for later use.

Hopefully, this is more complicated than it looks because I'll be disappointed if this is the end of Prime. He's a brilliant reflection of C-137: the Rick he'd be without his tiny shred of humanity.

And Prime's a maniac, but he tells C-137 the truth. Rick broke into Prime's house. He pretended he belonged with this group of strangers. He latched on to Prime's grandson because he never had his own. His brutal, violent streak never went away no matter how long he tried to play house.

Prime says "Admit it! You would have been me!" In season three and parts of season four, Rick was close. His love for his family--love that he pretended he didn't have--and desire for their approval just barely pulled him back. But what kept that spark alive? How close was he to becoming a cold, unfeeling shell?

In the end, C-137's not satisfied after he destroys Prime--and weirdly, I'm not satisfied, either. Beating Prime to an unrecognizable pulp doesn't bring Rick's original family back. It doesn't erase the atrocities that Rick's committed. It doesn't make his grief go away. It doesn't change the fact that Rick teetered on the edge of turning into the monster that he despised.

What's more satisfying is that Rick didn't turn out like Prime. His Morty doesn't give two shits about Prime, but he loves him. He hugs him in relief (come on, Rick, hug him back already!), cries out "Rick? Rick!" and shakes his body when he thinks he's dead, and talks excitedly as they return home.

Rick's going to therapy, which Prime would have mocked. He went from having nobody to living with FIVE kids if you count Morty and Summer. Even he and his Jerry are pretty tight.

Rick knows this, but he still feels empty all the time. Vengeance doesn't work, drinking doesn't work...wouldn't it be easier if he just switched off his humanity and laughed at everything, even his own death?

But now that he knows how it feels to be loved, especially by his hypothetical grandson, I think he'll always find himself at the Smiths' doorstep.

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[zoeykallus]

Hi there! If it's not too much to ask, would you write about Tech and a shy female reader? I had this scenario in my head, with Tech and femreader getting into an argument, but they end up having sex. But not the angry intense kind of sex, not like they jump from heated anger to smut. I mean it can be very erotic and detailed, but with them being soft and sensual with each other? Does this make sense? I would so love to read something like this 😍 Thank you!

Aloha! 😊

Well, I think I got something in my mind for this one. Just hope I got that right 😅

Tech x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Close And Real

Warnings: Angst/Sexual Content/Strongly Suggestive/PiV/Soft Tech/Shy Reader/ Fluff/18+

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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>Master List<

You sigh in annoyance. Tech has given you a task, and you're so nervous about doing everything wrong that that's exactly what happens. He and his brothers have taken you in, travel around with you, without the guys you wouldn't know where to go. So you want to make yourself useful and have offered your help, especially with Tech you want to make a good impression, but now everything goes wrong. To make matters worse, Tech just comes by to see what you're doing. He blinks several times and looks at the machine he taught you in detail to take apart, clean and put back together. Your fingers are shaking with nervousness, so you clasp them to a machine part, so he won't see the shaking. His expression is puzzled, then critical. Finally, "That looks worse than before," he says frankly, "How can that be?" You open your mouth, but your voice gets stuck in your throat, it takes a long, very awkward moment before you can use it again. "I um, I'm sorry," you bring to your lips miserably. "If you're not going to help, just say so, that one looks like you're trying to sabotage us," he says angrily and starts to take care of it himself, pushing you aside. The color drains from your face.

"I really want to help." "It doesn't look like it," Tech says tersely, continuing to work on the machine you should have finished by now. Somewhat frustrated, you sigh, "I'm just nervous, I make mistakes when I'm nervous." "Your mistakes are obvious," Tech says matter-of-factly, "The reason you're nervous is not" You step from one foot to the other, unsure how to explain this to him. "I'm nervous because of you" you finally blurt out "I wanted to do everything right, to impress you, that's what made me so nervous, then things went wrong, and I got even more nervous and then more things went wrong and- " You interrupt yourself as you see his raised brows, nervously kneading your hands and avoiding his gaze. "I make you nervous?" he asks, puzzled. You take a deep breath and say quietly, "Yes. I want to make a good impression with you, but you're so stern and overly factual sometimes that I feel like I have to be perfect to get through to you." Tech slowly puts down the machine parts he was working with and sighs softly.

"You make me nervous, too," he finally admits. You lift your eyes and look at him in surprise. Tech clears his throat and shyly explains in a low voice, "That's why I'm often stern, matter-of-fact, and distant.... well, the matter-of-fact is basically in my nature. This nervousness unsettles me, and in this way I try to keep you at a distance, although that's not really what I want." You blink several times, trying to process his words, to put them together in your head and understand their meaning. "You like me," you say softly, a small smile appearing on your lips. Tech balks, pauses for a moment, and says, "Well, I thought that was obvious by now." You shake your head with a soft laugh and reply, "No, Tech, it wasn't until just now" He sighs softly, a shy smile on his lips. "I understand." With a gentle wave of his hand, he beckons you to join him. "Come here, I'll show you again, bit by bit".

You step closer to him and the machine, heart pounding, breathing deeply. You yourself have no real, rational explanation for what Tech triggers in you. The pounding heart, the racing pulse, the tingling in your stomach, the nervous smile you just can't stop. As you try to copy his hand movements on the machine he shows you and your fingers begin to tremble again, he gently places his hand over yours. The touch sends a tender shiver down your spine. "Deep breaths," he says calmly, guiding your hand with his, "Loosen up, don't tense up." His voice tickles through your nerves. "Okay," you say softly, trying to implement what he's said. But Tech is so close, your pulse so wild. "That's it," he says with satisfaction as the handle clicks, and he turns his face to yours. You look up at him and all of a sudden, he leans down to you and his lips briefly touch yours, just very gently, implied, like a question, a request, not a demand.

Your heart races. You reach out to him, braver than you actually are, returning the touch, inviting, almost demanding. As Tech responds, his hand releasing yours and reaching for your hip to pull you closer, his tongue accepting the invitation of your parted lips, fireworks explode inside you. It tingles everywhere, you feel warm, a little dizzy too. When you start to wobble on your soft knees a little, his second hand also grabs your hip, turns you and pushes you gently but firmly onto the tabletop of the workbench. Quite automatically, though shakily, your thighs open and let his pelvis between them, so close that you feel his codpiece through the fabric of your pants. Your lips separate for a moment, and you're both a little out of breath. "Honestly," he admits, "I wasn't really expecting this." Your voice is barely more than a whisper, very soft, so soft he almost can't hear you. "I want you, Tech" He blinks several times, hastily adjusts his goggles with one finger and asks, "Really? Here? Now?"

You nod, your heart still hammering violently in your chest. Yes, you want him, here and now. You can see him thinking for a moment, considering, glancing over his shoulder. Tech isn't sure if you'll really be undisturbed here. "Are you sure this is the right place for our first meeting?" "I thought you liked the engine room," you say shyly, letting your fingertips graze along his jaw and chin. His hands grip your thighs a little tighter for a moment; there's an undeniable sexual tension beneath his surface. But he notices it immediately and loosens his grip. "Indeed, a secret little imagination on my part to become intimate with you here, accordingly a certain tension has just built up at the prospect of its fulfillment" You feel heat move to your cheeks at the thought of Tech having fantasies of this nature about you. "I've imagined it, too," you admit, biting your lower lip a moment later. A sound comes from his throat, something like a groan, a growl at the same time and yet half-choked as if he's trying to suppress it at the last moment. He clears his throat and says, "Really?"

At the moment his mind is not working as usual, all he can think about is your closeness, your body heat, the taste of your lips and the insistent pulse behind his ever tightening codpiece. Quite automatically, one of his hands wandered between you, loosening the armor piece between his legs. Your gaze wanders downward, following his movement, and the bulge in his Blacks that comes to light is impossible to miss. The codpiece slips from his fingers and falls to the metal floor with a clang, snapping you out of your stupor for the moment. You look up at the same moment Tech leans toward you again, pressing closer, and you feel his hard length through the fabric of your clothing. His lips find yours again, his tongue slipping deftly between them, chasing yours, each velvety collision a little firework. One of his hands goes wandering, tentatively at first, over your clothing, but his deft fingers find their way into your panties and elicit a gasp from you that he smothers with another kiss. Tech is so skilled, seems to know exactly what to do, his fingertips play with your clit, almost perfectly, your panties are wet in seconds. You moan into the kiss.

Intoxicated by your closeness, warmth, your reactions to his touch, Tech begins to undress you little by little until you are sitting naked in front of him on the workbench. His heart races, as does yours. He kisses your mouth your neck, your shoulders as his hand moves between you again, to the heated triangle between your thighs and his fingertips find your clit again. Your arousal drips onto the workbench you are sitting on. You are so aroused but also so curious. Carefully, your hands grab the fabric of his blacks, pulling them down a bit to free his cock. He pauses very briefly in his movement, but immediately resumes massaging your pearl. As your hand grips him, however, he pauses again. His fingers slide a little deeper, find your wet opening, and very gently he slides first one, then a second of his fingers between your slick walls. Automatically, you grip a little tighter, which makes him hold his breath for a second. His lips very close to yours, he says with a half smile, "Careful now, don't tense up". Your thighs are already trembling and basically Tech could do anything he wanted with you, you would happily let him. But he's gentle, careful, doesn't want to overwhelm you.

Much braver than you feel, you gently pump his hard length and breathlessly say, "I want that one." He gently moves his fingers inside you and asks, "About right here?" A shaky breath, a soft moan before you manage to nod and say, "That's right" "Then you shall have it" Tech gently withdraws his fingers from you with a soft, suggestive smacking sound through the wetness of your pussy. Shortly after, he brings his tip to your moist heat, parting your folds with gentle pressure and penetrating you very slowly, tenderly, almost languidly. Your arms and legs tremble ever so slightly. Tech is quite well-endowed, you feel the stretching clearly. But he takes his time, gives you time, you feel no pain, only an initially unfamiliar feeling. But the heat comes back, a few seconds after he has fully sunk into you. His whole body is tense. Every muscle in his slender body, hard as stone. You hear him breathing heavily but evenly, his arms wrapped around you as he stands in front of the workbench between your thighs.

"That feels far better than any fantasy," you hear him say very softly, almost in a whisper, as if he's talking more to himself than to you. But then, a little more clearly, he asks, "Are you okay?" Your arms cling to his back, one hand automatically wandering to his Blacks, slipping under the fabric and grabbing one of his buns. Which elicits another mix of groans and growls from him. "Can... can I move?" You breathe to him, "Yes, please." As he begins to move, you understand the concept of merging all at once. He is as close as anyone has ever been, Tech's not only physically inside you. His voice, every breath is under your skin, in your tingling stomach, in your pulse, your thoughts.

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[goddessofmischief]

      WHITE VEIL OCCASION - BUGGY X READER

A/N: This is part of this series, which requests are open for! These fics are all one-shots, so they can be read separately. Also, I highly recommend listening to the song linked in the title while you read.

"I need your help," you told Buggy, standing outside of his cabin door during an afternoon in the summertime.

"Okay," said Buggy immediately, then, a moment later - "Did you ask Shanks?"

You shake your head. Whatever it is, whatever you wanted, Buggy is now in.

"No," you said. "...I didn't think he would understand."

Now Buggy is definitely in.

...

"Really?" Buggy asked skeptically, adjusting to find comfort on the satin chair he sat in. "Why am I the guy for this?"

"Because I don't have any other friends," you said, carrying armfuls of wedding dresses back to the dressing room where he sat.

"You have Shanks."

"He's different."

"Why is he different?"

"You're vainer than he is," you said, admiring yourself in the mirror.

"Please, that pretty boy? Are you kidding me?"

"You know colors, fabrics. Face it, Buggy, you're the resident fashion expert. And don't you wanna help me?"

Damn it, he did.

"Fine," he said, waving his hand. "Show me the first."

You pushed the curtain back, revealing yourself in a puffy pink dress. You gave a little twirl. Buggy burst out laughing.

"Oh, that's terrible. I think you should get that one."

You turned red, closing the curtain again. Buggy groaned.

"Okay, I'm sorry, that was a little mean-"

"A little?"

"A lot - show me the next one, I promise I'll be nice."

Some two-hundred dresses later, you tried on a smaller one - short, pure white.

"It's not bad," said Buggy, not wanting to admit to you or himself that it was the best you'd ever looked. "It's not terrible at all."

"You think so?" you said. "But - I can't twirl in it."

"Oh, right. Not that one, then."

"What would Mihawk want, you think?"

"Geez, I dunno. Black?"

"Black," you repeated, contemplatively. "I don't think I want black."

Buggy was suddenly reminded of the pink dress from earlier, and how happy you'd looked in it. Sure, it wasn't precisely to his taste, but that didn't matter. The color was still ghastly, though. Damn it - maybe he did know as much about fashion as you'd suggested.

"Say, doll - did they have that puffy one in another color?"

"Yeah," you said, thoughtfully. "White."

...

"Thanks for coming with me today," you mumbled, legs swinging off the side of the cliff. You and Buggy liked to sit there sometimes, whenever you were docked at this particular island, it was 'your spot.' It was the place you two talked about things that Shanks, Mihawk, Rayleigh and Roger couldn't understand (which was a lot.)

"It wasn't as bad as I thought, I guess," Buggy said, refusing to admit to you that it had been actually kind of fun. "But, uh - you seem kinda sad, doll. If I'm not - if I'm not overstepping."

"You're not," you assured him, with a sad smile. "You're not. I'm just... scared."

"What do you have to be scared of? I mean, c'mon, you're engaged to the best swordsman in the East Blue, you live with the king of the pirates, and then there's Shanks, who's no slouch, and then there's, um, me. You got me."

"It's not that kind of fear."

Buggy thought he might understand what you were saying. Maybe. He'd secretly suspected that there had been doubt in you for some time, but had thought maybe he was unable to separate what was really going on with you from what he wished were the case. He wanted you to doubt. He wanted you to walk away from Mihawk.

"...I don't want things to change."

Ah, so that's what it was.

"Neither do I. I mean, it sure would be great if we could just live together and sail together forever, huh? But that's not really how it works. People grow up. People... die," Buggy said, thinking about Roger with a pang. He knew he didn't have long. There was little doubt in his mind that some time after your wedding, Roger would allow himself to succumb to his illness, and Shanks would take everything that was left, and Buggy would be alone.

Your eyes welled up with tears, and you rested your head on Buggy's shoulder, staring out at the waves. You threaded your fingers through his gloved ones, as if you wanted something physical to tether you to the moment.

"I don't want to lose you, Bug," you whispered.

"You're not gonna lose me. We'll still be best friends, same as ever. I'll come visit you all the time. And if Mihawk ever gives you trouble - well, I'll just kill him."

You laughed.

"Come on, stop crying, okay? I hate it when you cry."

"Okay."

"Okay," said Buggy, almost mimicking your exact soft voice. He squeezed your hand. You raised your face up to fix your gaze on him, as if an essential thought had only just occurred to you.

"Swear we'll always be best friends, Buggy."

Buggy laughed. You stared at him, bottom lip trembling.

"Oh, you're serious?"

"Buggy," you scolded.

"I mean, I'd like to - I really would - but I really can't promise such a thing-"

"Swear to me," you repeated. "Swear to me."

Buggy searched your eyes - you were dead serious.

You couldn't lose him. You refused to do that. You could sacrifice everything else but you refused to lose Buggy.

"Okay," he agreed, hoarsely. "Okay."

You nodded, satisfied, and tucked your head into his shoulder again.

...He needed to stop this wedding.

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[imaginethezeldaverse]

Ahhh the pregnant reader x Yunobo was so cute! If you can could you do a Revali version as well?

Sure thing! He'd be so sweet to his pregnant s/o too, oh gosh.

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No matter how much you rearranged your home, it never felt as comfortable the next day. The pillows suddenly weren't situated the right way. The plants didn't look as marvelous in the last spot you had them. There was always something that felt off to you, and seeing as how you were due in a few months, you really were starting to get stir crazy. As you settled some of your beloved trinkets on a different shelf than yesterday, you missed the emerald stare from the entryway.

"You're going to drive yourself to the brink of insanity if you keep shuffling about like this," rang a dulcet timbre from just behind you. Though his words sounded as though they were meant to scold you, they were said with genuine care. Soft feathers caressed the roundness of your stomach; plumage colored in berry and cream hues gently molding to tummy. You tilted your head backwards, sheepish smile meeting his endearing one. Revali gave you a knowing look, "Were you not told you should be resting?"

Your lips pursed playfully as you shifted your gaze away from his,

"Yeeees but," the sigh you let out was lengthy, "I just can't...sit still, you know? I get organized one day, but then come the next, everything feels...just slightly out of place."

Revali chuckles a bit, and you pout further. Both of his wings come around your frame. The warmth of him around you, holding you like this brings you comfort - settles that unfamiliar energy inside of you that's been plaguing you the last few weeks.

"You're nesting, dove," he begins quietly, "Not uncommon for my race or yours."

Humming in understanding, it makes total sense to you. Your space was soon welcoming another life. Without even realizing it, you were subconsciously preparing a comfortable environment for you to take care of your baby. You only wished your mind would actually let you rest!

"It's exhausting, I'll admit," you say, your own hands now coming to your belly. Suddenly, you are lifted up, Revali's long feathered fingers carrying you over to your bed. He laid you down with careful ease, leaving just enough room for him to nestle in beside you, "That's exactly why you should be resting".

His beak tilted downward, sharp eyes holding yours, "Or do I need to remind you that we're expecting?"

With a roll of your eyes and a shake of your head you quickly shot out a "No, no, no" before shimmying yourself further into the bed for more comfort. Revali's wing cradled the back of your head, drawing you close enough for his beak to lovingly peck a kiss to your forehead. His expression shifted into a pleased one,

"If it's any consolation - our home looks nothing less than perfect."

This lit you up, "Does it? I know I've been fussing about it every day, it just never feels like I'm making it look nice enough, and I-"

A plumed finger touches your lips.

"It's because you arranged it that way...that it looks perfect."

Your heart swells at his words, though you take the opportunity to playfully say, "And I know you'd know a thing or two about perfection, wouldn't you, Revali?"

His eyes don't leave yours. The upturn of his beak is genuine, heartwarming. The finger that stopped at your lips now travels to tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear.

"I think it goes without saying that I have an eye for it."

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[pianokantzart]

🍽️ and 🎶 with morty x luigi

🍽️ Dinner date 🎶 Dancing

Luigi never before envisioned himself as the one to make the first move in any romantic scenario, but after starring in so many films, scripts, and photoshoots, he felt as though he and Morty had already been dating for some time now. Then again, there was a large difference between being someone's boyfriend and being someone's muse. Being a muse meant being put on a pedestal for the sake of the arts, playing on the outskirts of reality to feed into whatever new creation was being forged. Dating? That meant a return to earth, being mundane and flawed. Being a human. Luigi felt somewhat awkward as a muse... like he was lying, somehow, despite the slew of creations he inspired... but he also couldn't deny the warm feeling he got when seen as something so rare and beautiful in the eyes of someone so passionate.

Morty agreed to a date. The agreement was casual, lacking that shining thrill of true inspiration, but his excitement grew when Luigi suggested something properly cinematic: dinner and dancing.

Luigi still wasn't sure how it was ghosts ate or danced without corporeal bodies, but a long list of experiences had proven that such things didn't matter. So long as the right sort of energy was abundant in the air, ghosts ate, drank and danced the same way they had in life, and enjoyed it with almost more gusto than those weighed down by flesh. Morty was no different. Luigi asked the ghost to pick an outfit for him. Morty obliged without a second thought, and Luigi was overjoyed to find himself handed a forest-green evening gown that looked straight out of the wardrobe of Rita Hayworth. Morty always appreciated a chance to alter aesthetics to his liking. He was a director after all, and Luigi liked receiving direction– so long, of course, as it came from someone he trusted. They understood each other's tastes... had a shared interest in making each other happy... and making each other happy was so ridiculously easy. Over dinner they talked about everything they loved, barely understanding one another when they broached niche topics, but looking on in adoration as the other unraveled the different corners of the world they never even knew to be so beautiful– cinematography, photography, architecture, gardening, interior design, cooking... Then came the dancing. Four ghosts struck up a string quartet, and as Luigi moved to the ballroom where phantoms spun about in each other's arms, he was surprised to find Morty trying to stay at the dinner table. "I love the aesthetics of it, but I must admit I never learned!" he explained with a tiniest hint of regret in his voice. "Here... you dance, and I'll watch you!" Morty shut one eye and framed up a shot with his hands, like he was already envisioning a film based on the scene. Luigi would have none of it. With a smile and a shake of his head he took the director by the hand and gently guided him to the dance floor. Though Luigi didn't consider himself any sort of expert, knew enough to help a novice along in a simple waltz.

"It doesn't have to be perfect. Doesn't even have to look good at all!" He placed one of the ghost's chilly blue hands on his shoulder while taking the other hand in his own. "Just... move with me. We'll figure it out."

Morty looked uncomfortable only for a second, but his expression quickly blossomed into a playful smile. "Oh-ho! Looks someone's taking charge!" "Well, I do like to be number one, sometimes," Luigi retorted with equal playfulness, punctuating the comment by dipping Morty so low to the ground, they both couldn't help but laugh. "Forget the angle and the lighting for a moment, okey dokey?" Luigi continued, speaking much softer now as– in a moment of boldness– he tugged Morty back up into a close embrace, swaying with him to the music as a calvary of colorful ghosts whirled above and around them. "Just dance."

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[heygerald]

Red Skies Warning: (POTC, 2003)

OFC x Captain Jack Sparrow

I am so pleasantly surprised at how many interactions I got on my first post, but then again it's not that surprising because I think POTC has a huge fandom and like... zilch written for it. It's unlawful, honestly. Jackie deserves so much more love than he gets.

The sea was, in lack of a better word, blue.

Not the type of blue that she was used to seeing. No, Edwina rarely did anything other than stare at the sea from the shoreline of Port Royal, and though the weather was fair and the island beautiful, seeing the white crest of waves in the distance that broke up the solemn blue of the ocean did not do it justice.

In reality, the sea wasn't just a wash of aquamarine, but turquoise, seafoam, navy and royal, with wafts of white, purple, and pink depending on the time of day. It was so clear that she could see schools of fish jolt near the surface, dolphins that played in the wake of the HMS Interceptor. At night, the sunset would cast hues of every color imaginable on the horizon; at sunrise, she could catch swirls of orange and red lit up like fire.

Even she had to admit that art did it no justice. It was absolutely breathtaking.

"Beautiful, ain't it?"

Jack settled a pair of tan hands on the wooden railing next to her, and though Edwina had been enjoying her rare moment of quiet, she supposed that his company was better than Will's surly demeanor at the moment.

Besides, he was agreeing with her.

So, rather than start a fight, Edwina nodded as her gaze crept along the horizon. She could see other ships in the distance as they approached port, leaving her to soak up what little time they had left of the calm sea. "Prettier than I thought it would be," she admitted after a moment.

"You'd never seen it?"

Edwina gave him a look. "I lived on an island. Of course I saw it. I just... didn't realize that it would be so different out here."

"You've never been sailing before?"

"Was I young, when we first came to Port Royal, but... not since. My father didn't particularly like the idea of me following him around at at work."

Jack hummed, but it was a thoughtless noise. He did that a lot; appeared to agree, yet, when she actually looked at him, Edwina got the sneaking suspicion that his mind was a million miles away.

"Rich lassies don't get to enjoy all the fun things, then, eh?"

The beauty of the moment soured, and Edwina sighed loudly at his jab. Because it was a jab. "I'm not rich."

"Ay?" he asked, eyes lingering on the soft pads of her hands for a moment. "Could'a fooled me, love."

"You know many rich women that long to be stuck on a stolen Navy ship with a pirate and a moody blacksmith?" she shot back, crossing one arm over the other.

Yet, Jack's mouth twitched into a toothy grin; like he had been waiting for her to lose her patience with him.

An idiot then, she decided, truly the dumbest man she had ever met.

"You're hardly the first woman to want a taste of something more exciting, love," he told her, leaning a bit too close for comfort, before he was swaying backwards with a twinkle in his eye. "It won't be long before you get bored of the life. They all do. And when you leave alongside Turner and the girl, I'll gladly share a sip of run to celebrate the occasion. I'll even wave."

Edwina narrowed her eyes down the slant of her nose at him. "Just because a woman gets tired of your stench, Sparrow, doesn't mean that all women who long for something more are eventually going to lose interest."

He sniffed his nose at her irritably. "S'called a musk, love," he said. As if that was the most important part of her argument. She blinked at him in disbelief, and Jack sniffed a second time before adding, "s'better than those wigs and makeup your Navy men wear. To think you'd rather that—"

"I do not rather that," she cut him off before he could even go down that particular tangent. His mouth twitched again, happy as a clam to hear her say it, and she just as quickly wiped the pleased look off his face by adding, "in fact, I think I'd prefer the company of a rat infested island than any of the men in my life. Navy or pirate."

He glared for half a second, before something smarmy turned his features. "Don't suppose you've put that to the test, have you, love?"

"Have I marooned myself on a rat infested island before?"

"I meant more in the favor or a Navy man or a pirate."

"Has anyone ever called you despicable before?"

His smile crooked, eyes lit up to show just how much he was enjoying riling her up, and Edwina envisioned slapping the gold tooth out of his mouth. "You can call me whatever you want, love. S'long as you answer a question for me."

Edwina perked a brow. "I already call you whatever I want."

Jack considered that, before decidedly ignoring the statement altogether to redirect his gaze to the horizon. She watched him watch it for a moment, before Jack slowly asked, "what are you really doing out here?"

It was a stupid question out of nowhere; yet, she didn't laugh. She supposed she was too thrown off guard to laugh. It was a genuine question on his part.

So, she gave him a genuine answer. "Pirates kidnapped Elizabeth, who is my only female friend on the island; the only friend I have that dreads marriage for power as much as I do."

He considered that. "Not a fan of power, eh?"

"You're a pirate. Tell me; what does power bring if you have it but not the freedom to do with it what you wish?"

Some sort of understanding flickered in his eyes, but she didn't see it for long before Jack was swaying against the wooden railing with a golden-toothed grin. "You and Turner both, then?"

She furrowed her brows at him; this time, she did laugh. "I'm not exactly keen on rescuing Elizabeth just so I can confess my love for her," she corrected.

He rolled his eyes, swaying close enough that she could see something soft and honeyed in them, to say, "you're both pirates who aren't pirates. Ay?"

"Yes, well," she tutted, glancing towards the other end of the boat where she knew Will liked to stew in his thoughts and feelings when talking to Jack got too much. "I was raised by a Navy man; wasn't exactly taught how to be a pirate other than to drink all the time."

"Not a bad start. What's dear William's excuse?"

Edwina almost answered that inquiry truthfully—his parents were killed by pirates, so the story goes—but a single look at Jack reminded her of how sneaky he had proven to be. A drunkard, certainly, but one that remembered the things he was told.

So, rather than give in, she said, "you know, I heard Norrington talk about you after the stunt you pulled with Elizabeth."

"Heralds of my heroics are passing already?"

"He said you were the worst pirate he had ever met."

Jack's smile soured a bit, but he waved a hand indifferently in the air as if it didn't bother him a bit to hear such slander. "Your dear Commodore clearly hasn't spent much time meetin' pirates, then."

"Are you trying to say that you're a good pirate, or simply that the other pirates out there are far worse at it then you?" she asked.

He blinked; at her, at the ground, then at her again, and she could see the question churning in his head before he realized that he wouldn't be pleased with either answer. He tutted at her, sticking a finger in her face, to point out, "you're not nearly as fun as Turner, you know. And that's saying something. Poor sod moans more than a nun in church."

Edwina was pretty sure that wasn't a saying. And, if it was a saying, she was pretty sure that wasn't how the saying went.

Regardless, she swatted his hand out of her face like a fly. "Will hasn't exactly been having a good year. It doesn't help his mood out at all when you poke fun."

"Did the hat store run out of peacock feathers?" he taunted.

"The Commodore dislikes him nearly as much as you."

Jack considered that. But when he gave her a lewd smile it became clear that he hadn't taken her point at all, and instead got sidetracked by something else. "Ah, and here I thought you didn't like Navy men, love."

The idea that she spent any matter of time with someone as lawful and stoic as James Norrington had Edwina huffing. He was a handsome man, she supposed, if one squinted at the right angle, but she had met pelicans with more personality than he had. "Haven't you heard? Commodore Norrington is far more infatuated with Elizabeth than a girl like me."

Jack's brow ticked up. "Oh?" he asked. Then, thinking it through properly, she watched as he swept his gaze towards the far side of the boat where Will had last been seen. "Oh. Seems to make more sense why the eunuch is so—"

He made a face, waving his hands in a way that she would certainly never be able to interpret, before shooting an overdramatic wince her way.

"He's awfully pathetic, isn't he?"

Edwina rolled her eyes; even when Will wasn't in hearing distance, Jack still seemed to take the piss out on him. "Have you ever heard a saying about a pot meeting a kettle?"

"I've met a pot before—shan't be doing that again. Far too much bruising," he muttered.

She didn't bother try to interpret that thought, either. Instead, Edwina glanced towards the sails in the distance. "How likely are you to end up in irons once we get to Tortuga?"

"Tortuga? No one ends up in irons on Tortuga, love. That's the beauty of it," he said, wiggling his eyebrows at her with a toothy grin. "The only law is never start a fight with someone bigger than yourself, and if you do that, you'd best be sure your gun is bigger than theirs."

"That's two laws."

"No, we won't be finding trouble in Tortuga. Not the Navy type, anyway," he said with a glance to the horizon. "There's no saying what sort of trouble we might find once the sun has set and me bottle is full of rum."

"I'm starting to think we should leave you on the ship."

Jack looked scandalized at the suggestion. "Better to be leavin' you on the ship with that sort of mutinous talk," he said, deciding that it would be a perfect time to leave the conversation entirely.

Edwina watched him stumble towards the other end of the boat where he was about to badger Will about something mundane, no doubt, and she rolled her eyes after him before turning her attention back to the sea. It wouldn't be long before they made port now, and a trepidatious feeling stirred in her stomach.

She wasn't sure what would be worse—Jack Sparrow drinking all the rum he could find or Jack Sparrow not finding a single drop of it.

She sighed knowing that she was about to find out one way or another.

#pirates of the caribbean #captain jack sparrow #jack sparrow x ofc #original female character #plot bunny #red skies warning

[captainhunnicutt]

I hate the episode “Hanky Panky.” Hate it. And not because my boy is at his absolute worst (relatively speaking, he gets worse later in the series and I love him for it - I will die on this hill). I hate it because it’s done in such a way that screams “the viewer is stupid and we need to hold their hand through it.”

The episode literally starts out reminding us of how committed BJ is, and how much of a "family man," he is. Incase we had forgotten - because otherwise this plotline would fall even flatter than it does.

It immediately puts you on alert. "Uh oh. BJ is gonna do something stupid, isn't he?" And you immediately realize it's with Carrie - WHO WE HAVE NEVER SEEN BEFORE - and now you're just waiting and hoping BJ doesn't fuck up.

Maybe if we had seen some sort of introduction to Carrie an episode or two before, "Hanky Panky" would achieve what it's after. Shock. The realization that BJ isn't this perfect golden boy who won't be impacted being thousands of miles away in a war zone. But we don't. We meet her 1 minute and 26 seconds prior to the conversation with BJ and Hawkeye. That's it.

I joke a lot about the lightning of this episode, but for real it's just so infuriating as an intelligent and capable viewer. I'll couple it with the close up shots because they ultimately go hand in hand.

That soft lighting in Post-Op is the thing I hate the most about this episode - particularly the soft lighting behind BJ. It's a totally different angle than we're used to seeing of people talking in Post-Op and it just screams "Viewer!! Look!!! BJ looks attractive and charming and approachable!! Remember this!!!" And Carrie (I love her by the way), looks angelic and perfect and like some damsel in distress.

Then the scene in Carrie's tent. The lighting and shots start out just fine. Absolutely normal - and then right when they start to pull away from the hug the coloring and lighting does a blatant shift. It even goes as far as the cliche fade to black to allude to they idea of them sleeping together. VIEWER!! YOUR GOLDEN BOY, THE FAMILY MAN, MADE A BIG OOPSIE!!!

And then finally, the talk outside of Post-Op? Goodness. Obviously we're supposed to sympathize with Beej here. He's lit more behind, his hair has an angelic glow, we're looking at him head on - Carrie is barely lit behind, and the camera angle is looking down at her the entire time. The message becomes clear: "BJ fucked up but it's okay because it's BJ and you'll forgive him and move on, viewer. We just wanted to show you he's not so perfect!!!"

And unfortunately the writers were right. We all completely disregard how shitty BJ is about the entire situation. We all completely ignore that he gets "an enormous attack of the guilts" that he blatantly ignores her and is a "bear," to her whenever around. We all completely pretend like he doesn't admit OUT LOUD that he's worried he can't control himself because she's "right here, and you're so attractive and so close." "And so vulnerable." "Yes."

Yeah, we all pretend it doesn't happen. We all move on, myself included, and love him anyway and so the writers got what they wanted. But it's the epitome of lazy because we all forget about it so quickly. It doesn't impact anything or anyone. The only time it's even hinted at again is in "War Co-Respondent" - which does such a better job at showcasing BJ's mental struggle in regards to being unfaithful (Note: Thank you Mike for that. I have my own thoughts on where that episode comes from but that's neither here nor there, I guess). If it wasn't such a lazily written episode, we'd talk about it more. But we don't. It's a throw away episode for a lot of us, because we never actually get to see BJ wrestle with it outside of that one scene in the Swamp with Hawk. That's it.

If it had been done right, that was their chance to really start to dig into BJ's morals and ethics on more than a surface level - and how those are challenged because he's not in the confines of his safety net of marriage and family in the states - and how those things coupled with being there against his will forces him to look at is it the idea of wanting to be committed that's appealing, or the actual act.

In conclusion, I hate "Hanky Panky" and I would've loved to have seen Carrie lay into him and call him out on his shit for a solid five minutes.

#i am so annoyed by this episode today and for no real reason #it just irks me beyond belief #and i'm sure none of this makes sense so like just ignore it and don't think about it again #bj hunnicutt #analysis #hanky panky #carrie donovan

[familyvideostevie]

first off you’re amazing, truly and i wish i had a fraction of your creativity :) and second off no good at waiting is just phenomenal i cannot stop thinking about it, so if you want to and since the holiday season is starting … can you please write about bee girl and steve spending the holidays together like making cookies, decorating a tree they bought together, or opening presents? thank you for existing ily 💗🫂

steveharringtonarchives i love YOU you are a godsend. thank you for reading and reblogging my stuff!!! i'm sorry that it's taken so long to do this one as you sent it in ages ago and i don't want to double up on my 12 days of christmas prompts, but hopefully this is ok :) ily!

bee girl and steve decorate a tree, fluff, [0.8k], a no good at waiting one-shot | au masterlist ___

"Alright, I'll admit it," Steve sighs. "This is kind of a sad looking tree." He stands with his hands on his hips in his jeans and your sweatshirt looking at the new addition to his loft through his wire-rimmed glasses.

"Don't be mean, Steve," you say. "It's just...smaller in here than it looked out there." It's a bit of a Charlie Brown, but you don't mind. The tree that he's hauled in leans a little too far to the left and there's a big bare spot on one side, but you get on your knees and shift it a little and it looks....fine.

"Not like it can hear me," he mutters, reaching for the cardboard box of decorations he hauled out of his closet. "Well, let's see what we can do. Do you want to get some hot chocolate going?"

You stand and shuffle to the kitchen to get some milk on the stove and fiddle with Steve's small radio until you get the Christmas station. Bing Crosby croons over the airwaves and you move back to Steve and bump his shoulder with yours. Sometimes you feel like you touch him too much, like you want to be too close. But his soft smile makes you think he doesn't mind. "What're we working with?"

"Lights, tinsel, some ugly ornaments my mom gave me a few years ago. And a box of candy canes in the cabinet, I think."

"That's pretty good," you say softly. "It'll be a nice looking tree." Steve grins at you and presses a quick kiss to your temple.

You've got a small secret from Steve and it's burning a hole in your pocket. It sticks in your mind as you return to the stove to finish off your hot chocolate and you reach into your pocket to pull it out. You've only been together together for a few months but you saw it at a store in town and you had to buy it: a small felt bee ornament. On the ribbon it's tied to you've written your names and the year in careful block letters. As if it's just the first ornament you'll collect together.

You sigh and tuck it back into your jeans and carry over the mugs. Steve takes his gladly and blows on it before drinking a small sip. "How do you make it perfectly every time?" he asks. "Seriously, it's like you're magic, or something." You scoff.

"Are we going to decorate this thing or not?" He laughs and starts to untangle the lights. You work slowly, even though the tree is fairly small, to savor the experience. Lights, then tinsel, then the funny ornaments that are all different sizes and colors. Steve hums along to the radio and you find yourself just watching him.

His hair is a little darker than it was when you first met him, though his eyes are just as bright. His freckles and moles stand out a little more on his skin and you find yourself wanting to count every one of his eyelashes His hands, capable of heavy farm work and touches that make your body sing, handle the ornaments delicately.

"Quit it," he tells you, snapping you out of your staring. "Creep." He's smirking at you, but his cheeks are flushed from your gaze.

"You're pretty, Steve," you tell him, just to see what he'll do.

He blows a raspberry and rolls his eyes but you know he's pleased. "And you're a slacker," he says. "I've basically done it all." You both look at the slightly less sad looking tree and then at each other. "It's ugly," he says.

You burst out laughing because he's right. His mother's ornaments are gaudy and the tinsel looks limp, but you love it all the same.

"We'll have to start getting our own ornaments," you tell him. "Speaking of..." You reach into your pocket and pull out the felt bee.

"What's that?" Steve asks. He holds out his hand and you drop the ornament into his palm. He examines it carefully, eyes widening when he realizes what it is and what you've written on the ribbon.

You cross your arms and look at the ceiling, rocking back and forth on your socked heels. "I wrote the year on it so that we can uh, start collecting them from stuff we do, or places we go. And then we'll have stories and stuff on the tree someday--"

Steve's hand cups your elbow. "Hey," he says. You look at him and his eyes are warm and he's smiling. "This is a great idea. I love it. Do you want to hang it?"

"You can." He squeezes you once before letting go and considering the tree. He loops the bee around a branch right in front and steps back to admire it, pulling you into his side, his arm around your waist.

"Our first tree," he says. "Damn. Maybe it doesn't look so bad."

"I love you, Steve," you say into his shoulder. His arm tightens around you.

"C'mere," he says, and though you're already as close as it gets, you know what he means. You bring your face close to his. "I love you, too," he tells you, and then he kisses you in the glow of your Christmas tree.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #no good at waiting #steve harrington fanfic

[mediocre-quill-ink]

Sarcasm

pt3

It smelled like cigarettes as I closed the car door. Gavin had an older model of one of those cyberlife self driving cars. The seats' pleather were cracked in some areas, the navigation screen was dusty, and cigarette burns in some places. Not to say the car was gross, but it was clearly very used.

Without saying much gavin started the car. He turned the key, and it hummed to life, pulling out of the police stations parking lot.

I felt tense. It felt wrong being in gavins car, like when you clip out of bounds in a video game. It was strange sitting so close to him, it was strange doing any of this.

Why did he even invite me?

He could have asked any question to test how predictable I was, yet he decided to waste both of our time and take me to a bar. To waste my sanity and make me keep nice with him out of work. Fuck. I should have just told him no. I don't want to do this shit.

It was strange how silent the ride was so far. I wasn't sure if I preferred the awkward silence or his god-awful conversations. I swallowed hard realizing the corner I've backed myself into.

"So, not talkative, huh?" Gavin asked. I looked at him, chewing on my cheek. I didn't know how to respond. "Come on. What? Am I too stunning to speak?" He briefly gave me fluttering eyes and a wide shit eating grin before turning back to the rode but he was still smiling. I tried not to scoff. "Oh! So handsome, my legs turn to jelly!" I snapped back.

He looked me up and down for a moment, brows frowed, chewing on his cheek. Like he couldn't figure put how to respond. "What? To stunning to speak?" I asked before turning my attention back to the road.

We pulled up in front of the bar. It was sleek but still edgy and dingy looking like obsidian brass knuckles. I stepped out of gavins car, reading the large silvera typeface font "Smoky Cheers" hanging over the wooden doors. Despite the slightly roughed up appearing, it looked really nice. I shot gavin a suspicious look. "What?" He asked, stuffing his hand into his old warn jacket.

He pushed open the wooden doors, the smell of cigarettes and vapes immediately overwhelming my senses. Loud prog rock blasting out of speakers and random party lights swinging every way they could by the karaoke stage. It was immediately overwhelming and disorienting.

He guided me to a stool by the bar which I took, he sat next to me. He was close. Closer than comfort. "So," Gavin started, "tell me a bit about yourself." I held back a scoff. "Come on, you've been so quiet. I admit I enjoy not hearing your bitchy attitude for once but you're starting to freak me out."

"I'll tell you something about me if you tell me something about you." I replied. He sighed. "Fine." He took a moment to think. "I like comedy horror and action movies... I have a cat... I've had this jacket sense high school and... I... my favorite color is brown."

I could feel a little wheel spinning in my head. Where to start.

"Okay..." I replied. "So... let's break this down." He just raised his brows for a moment, shaking his head. I couldn't tell if he was angry or amused. "You like comedy horror?" I asked. Gavin nodded. "Well... that's one of my favorite genres too." I added. I was surprised we had some middle ground. "Really?" Gavin replied. "Yeah. It can be really fun. Killer Klowns, beetlejuice, Willy's wonderland, deathgasm, the babysitter as unpopular as that last one is they're some of my favorites. They don't have to be good they're just... fun. It's nice." I said. I felt a sense of embarrassment wash over me. Aside from beetlejuice and killer klowns, nobody likes those other movies. God that Jack ass is gonna laugh.

"Well, you've got some weird ones, but yeah. I agree. Nonsensical but fun is about right." He stated. I nodded, chewing on my cheek. "You have a cat?" I asked. At that he nodded, if it wasn't so dark I would have thought he was a little embarrassed. "Yeah he... his name is..." he stopped, rubbing his cheek and pulling the skin down, making his eye bag. "Mr peanut..." he whispered.

I tried to hold back a laugh, but it didn't work. I could feel myself shaking and my voice vibrating against my fingers, trying to keep my mouth shut. "Oh shut up!" Gavin snapped, rolling his head back over his hunched shoulders, arms crossed. "I'm sorry, it's just," I was slowly pushing back the laughter. "That's adorable! I love that! Mr peanut? Oh my god!" Gavin sighed, but he looked a little relieved. Just a little. "Hang on, can I see a picture?" I asked, eagerly.

He hesitated for a moment before pulling out his phone. After a minute of muttering to himself he showed me a picture. It was a black cat with orange splotches all over. Almost as if it got globs of paint splashed on it. The picture was of the cat perched on his shoulder, though gavins face was mostly out of frame it looked like he was cringing from pain. I couldn't help but aw and squeel at the picture. "Did his claws get you?" I asked. "Yeah the dumb bastard jumped on me fresh out of a nap and dug his claws right into me." As he said it he gestured claw marks down his sholder and back. "Yoch" I replied. "Is your cat always that dumb?"

"Oh yeah." He said, after swping through a few more pictures, none of which I could see. Then he put the phone back in his pocket. "Why did you name him Mr peanut?" I asked. "I... I found him as a kitten in a dumpster. He was sleeping on top of a mostly empty bag of peanuts. He smelled like 'em too. So I took him home and called him Mr peanut."

I smiled. "I love that that's so cute." Then that weird feeling came again. This feels wrong. Behing friendly with Gavin? Him being friendly with me? It didn't feel right...

"So..." I said,"You've had that jacket sense high school?" I needed something to make fun of him for. It was weird being so kind to him.

"Yeah. I... it's a long story that I don't want to talk about, but it's kind of helped me through a lot. A lot of... fear and pain. That's stupid, though. I'm not a weak ass baby any more it's just..." he didn't finish the sentence.

I wanted to say something but decided against it. Shit. What the hell do I do now. "Damn." Was all I could say. I felt so stupid.

There was a moment of silence that felt suffocating. I just wanted to get out. "... so. No offense but why did you even bring me here?" I finally asked.

He just looked at me for a moment. His face was hard to read but... it was some form of upset. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, why any of this? Taking me to some bar, hangout? Somethings wrong here." I stated firmly. I began to feel dizzy with confusion. None of this was normal.

He didn't respond, he just looked at me with his bitter look.

"I know Jeffrey said play nice but that dosnt mean we had to be friends..." I stated quietly, folding my arms.

Gavin sucked in a deep breath and clenched his jaw. "I'm not a fucking idiot, y/n." He replied. "Then why? Cause I know damn well if you had the opportunity you'd get me fired on the spot. Next thing I know I'm here with you. Dosnt make sense." I demanded. I could feel myself reaching the point of no return but I wanted to keep talking. I was mad now.

"God, can you just keep your mouth shut for one damn second?" Gavin snapped, looking back at me. I raised my eyebrows, dropping my jaw slightly "can you make sense for one goddamn day?"

He huffed, shaking his head slightly. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took deep breaths. For fucking once taking a moment to not explode. It was weird to see. Gavin actually tries to control himself. The longer I stared, the more he looked... tolerable. Kind of... nice?

He let out a final puff of anger before saying, "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

I blinked a few times. "Reed, what the fuck are you talking about?" Did he really think he could just change the subject? No. "See? You don't make any sense. You're a complete..." I sucked in a deep breath. "I'm going home. I don't know what I expected."

As I walked away I heard Gavin shifting behind me. "Fine, walk away like you always do." He stated.

I stopped. And slowly turned back around to look at him. He was sipping on a freshly opened beer. "Say that again." I demanded. He continued to stare in front of him as he spoke. "Walk away like you always do. It's the only thing you know how to do." At that moment I saw red.

I quickly slammed money on the bar counter and grabbed Gavin by his jacket collar. "What the fuck do you think your doing?" He shouted. I didn't reply. I had no clue why I was doing it. At that moment, I just had to do something. I quickly dragged him across the bar, I could feel him resisting, dragging the rubber part of his shoes against the floor, but I barely noticed. Eventually, I got to the door, and I kicked it open behind me, dragging him outside with me.

"What the fuck is your problem?" He shouted. "All I wanted was to fuck with you and enjoy a drink. You had to turn this bull shit into another fight! Do you know how obnoxious you are, dipshit?"

I didn't reply. I couldn't even muster words. Why was i so angry.

"Say something!" He demanded. He got close. Very close. I stayed still. Why did I even do this? I could have just walked away.

"Hey, I'm talking to you ass whipe. Say something!" He pushed the side of my head with his fingers shaped like a gun.

"I don't know." I finally stated. I could feel someone crushing. I wasn't sure what but it was angering and defeating. "You don't know? You don't know what?" He barked. I had to resist shoving him with how close he got. I had to remind myself he just wanted a reaction.

"I just... I don't know." Was all I could say. I didn't know. I didn't know why any of this. The crushing feeling began to cave in. All I do is just run away. Even right now. Right now I just wanted to walk away and get this over with. How do I always prove him right.

He just stared at me, jaw clenched, fists tightly at his sides. He looked like he wanted to speak but just couldn't.

There was a long moment of silence. It was suffocating. The prying eyes of the patrons from the bar windows did help make things more comfortable. Gavin scoffed, then said, "Just leave." I glanced back up at him. His eyes were full of fire. I just shook my head. I'm not leaving first. Not this time. I mumbled, "I can't do that..." At that, he quirked his head. "Oh? Why not?" I could feel my breath growing heavy, "I just... I can't."

He chewed on his cheek. "You're a real peice of fucking work you know that." I closed my eyes, I sucked in a deep breath. The same feeling of anger and sadness continued to spread through my body. I wanted to keep yelling at him, but I just wanted to go home more. This was a waste of time.

"Are you done?" I asked. His nostrils Flaired, but he didn't continue. "I... I'm sorry..." Confusion creeped up my neck. What was I doing? "For dragging out of there and making a scene. I... I was just..." I paused, anger rising a little "you were pissing me off."

He stared at me.

"Look. I just want to leave. This was a waste of my time." I pulled out my phone, ordering a cyberlife taxi. He shook his head.

Gavin sighs, folding his arms "god your such a drama queen!"

"Me? Oh, I'm the drama queen?" I snapped. "You are the one that always starts shit! You're the one who can't mind his goddamn buisness, walks up to them, and harasses them! You're the one who makes a God damn riot out of every little thing! I'm the drama queen?"

"You just proved my point."

I clenched my jaw, staring into his eyes. They burned back at me as if he's waiting for me to pounce. "Are you gonna slap me again?" He hissed. "Are you asking for it?"

He stayed silent, just slowly creeping closer to my face, eyes still burning into mine. I suck in a deep breath, he grabs my coat. I get ready to punch him again, prepared for him to lift me up buy the collar, but instead... he just starts... smoothing it out?

I feel all the anger in my face shift, confusion taking hold of me. His expression softens ever so slightly and says "your funny when you're angry." My lip raises in annoyance, I feel my face get hot. He just smiles. "There it is."

I push him away, "shut the fuck up, Reed." He just laughs, backing away from me, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Who do you think you are?" I demanded. God, I hope this taxi gets here quick. "I don't have to think im anybody to say what I think." He chuckled, pacing in a circle. I just watched him, slowly pacing a circle around me like a shark. His eyes were watching his feet.

"Well, you also don't have to think you're anybody to keep your mouth shut." I retorted, I was tapping my foot against the pavement, watching the street, preying that damn taxi would show up. "What? Did being called cute strike a nerve?" He teased, I could hear his footsteps continue to circle around me, but i tried to ignore it. "When it's from you, everything does..." I mumbled.

His head tilted to the side slightly. "Oh? So who would you like to hear it from? You've got a special someone?" He asked. I rolled my eyes, swallowing hard. Goddamn it, cyberlife, why is my taxi taking so long?

"Judging by the silence, I'm gonna guess that's a no." He chuckled under his breath. I felt my face get hot again, I wanted to punch him in the throat. "Of corse I do." I replied through clinched teeth. I was lying. God, was I lying. I couldn't remember the last time I dated someone. I think the last time I did I in elementary school. And I don't think that counts.

"Really? Do you know?" I nodded stiffly,"yep." I stated flatly. "Who is it?" He asked. I snapped my attention back towards him, "Why? Jealous?" His pace slowed, answering. "Dear God, no." Theres a moment of silence, and he eventually comes to a stop. "So who is it?"

I feel my head spin. What was I supposed to answer? I don't come up with fake names! I need to answer quick before he gets suspicious. "Connor." I wanted to punch myself in the skull. Connor? Why the hell did I say connor?

He froze, staring at me for to long before saying "...connor?" I clenched my jaw, nodding awkwardly. "You- you're really dating the plastic shit?" I nodded again. "That's not even a real person! You may as well be dating a Ken doll!" I didn't respond. "Y/n, you cant be serious!" He began to laugh. "Holy shit! You really are a lonely bastard! You're dating plastic!" I scoffed.

I felt so mad. I might not be actually dating him, but he's still my friend! I hate when he talks about androids like this. "Shut the fuck up." I snapped. "Why? It's not like his feelings are gonna get hurt!" He objected, taking a step twords me "he can't feel anything!"

"I just think your jealous."

"Jealous? Why would I be jealous of him?"

"Because it's probably not the first time you've gotten upstaged by plastic."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"With how much you act like you own every room you walk into it wouldn't surprise me if you were compensating for something."

His nostrils flaired. "Say that again, I dare you!"

I paused, clenching my fist. "Compensating."

He tilted his head slightly, baring his teeth a little. "Bull shit."

I hear a car pull over just a few steps away. "Prove it." I spit.

At that he pauses, his arched brows raising a litte. "What the fuck did you just say?" I blush, taking a step back. When I argue with him I don't think, I just say the first thing that comes to mind. I did not mean to tell him to... dear God. I feel my face heat up. How do I even recover from this? "Just forget it." I quickly turn away, almost running towards the car in pure embarrassment. "God..." I whispered to myself. "I'm not going to forget that what the fu-"

I slammed the car door shut, and the car started to drive. Once it pulled out of the parking lot, I covered my face with my hands and screamed. I wanted to punch something. What did I just do? I told him to whip his dick out, and now I have to break the news to connor that we were dating? Jesus christ.

Pt2 pt4

Thank you @caffeinedarling for motivating me to finish this today and @princessthatcantfuckingsleep because i haven't forgotten about you

#sarcasm #sarcasm pt 3 #dbh #dbh fanfic #gavin reed x reader #gavin reed fanfic #gavin reed enimes to lovers

[seramilla]

In everyone happy, zestial is the manager of the coffee shop carmilla and Sera go to on dates. He is the oldest winner who hasn't moved on to reincarnation. Sera was originally worried about that but is thankful he is there to help with the category 5 huri-gay going on in heaven between the two

Zestial is no stranger to entertaining star-crossed lovers in his 10,000-year-old establishment. Usually, it's those Winners who manage to find each other after reuniting beyond the veil. Other times, it's Winners who beat the odds and found love even after their existence on Earth had ended. Sharing life stories and eventually tying the knot, even all the way up here.

Zestial has seen his fair share of lovers, in all their unique colors, shapes, and forms. What he's not used to seeing, however, is one of his oldest friends and confidants -- Sera the High Seraphim -- entering his little shop with a woman on her arm. And quite a new arrival to this place, if her mannerisms are any indication. This particular angel hasn't yet learned Heaven's particular etiquette. She's very brash, and to the point. Even so, he's fascinated to see how Sera looks at her.

"Greetings, Sera," Zestial exclaims, before starting to produce her usual hot blondie with an extra shot of caramel and espresso. "How art thou this fine day?"

"Hello, Zestial," Sera responds, nodding her head in reverence and respect. "We're doing quite well, thank you." Smiling, Zestial hands Sera her usual drink, already prepared just the way she likes. Then he turns to Sera's new companion.

"What wouldst thou like, my lady?" he asks Carmilla, hiding the fact that he's still looking her up and down like a specimen on display at a museum. She's still getting used to her wings, and keeps flapping them haphazardly, against Heaven's usual etiquette to keep them closed while indoors.

"Umm," Carmilla says, completely at a loss as to what to order, as her eyes circulate confusedly across the menu. "I guess I'll have what she's having," she finally says, pointing to the drink in Sera's hand.

"Certainly," Zestial croons, smiling at her even more warmly now. It's clear this newcomer has a lot to learn, but just after a cursory glance, he notices Sera's gaze never once leaves hers. The sparkle behind the High Seraphim's eyes is particularly transcendent. He hasn't seen that kind of enthusiasm in an age.

Carmilla also keeps blushing at her, and shuffling around nervously; her new wings are doing all sorts of interesting things Zestial doesn't think he's seen before.

Yes, Zestial has seen a lot of lovers come and go. But an archangel with a previously mortal soul, well...that's something he hasn't seen in an incredibly long time. It makes him all sorts of giddy. But he'd never admit that to Sera. Not to her face, in any case.

#hazbin hotel #carmilla carmine #sera hazbin hotel #zestial hazbin hotel #seramilla #sera x carmilla #carmilla x sera #ask #fan theories #happy in heaven au

[museywrites]

Xiantober 2023 - Day 5: InnKeeper!Xian

Word Count: 1,149 Pairing: Wangxian Tags: InnKeeper Wei Ying, Prince Lan Zhan, meet-cute, flirty Lan Zhan

A soft sigh left Wei Ying's lips as he cleaned down the bar for the fiftieth time that night. 

Normally, Suibian Inn and Tavern was loaded with patrons, bustling with traveling merchants, and crowded with gossiping travelers. It was what he loved the most about running the place. He loved the hustle and bustle, the steady flow of rumors, gossip, and cash.

But for the past three days, the whole town had virtually deserted, and there was no chance of anyone coming through for a few more days at least.

Apparently, some big shot prince was having a grand party to find a bride. Pah! Who needs a party to find a bride?! The whole continent was pretty much invited, commoners included, so everyone hightailed it for a chance at the crown. 

Wei Ying had no desire to go.

So when the bell rang as the door was pushed open, Wei Ying nearly let out a surprised scream. Thankfully, he refrained, maintaining what little dignity he had.  

He did jump though, but no one was witness to see it, so it never happened.

Silver eyes watched as the cloaked figure made their way into the tavern. "Welcome to Suibian Inn and Tavern. You're quite a ways away from the festivities, yeah? I don't think you'll make it." 

"Oh, no... I'm trying to avoid them." The stranger admitted, removing his hood.

The glass in Wei Ying's hands hit the ground with a violent sound, shattering into hundreds of pieces and causing both to jump. 

"Ah, shit, that was my favorite glass.. hng, damn butterfingers." He scoffed, moving to grab the broom.

Who knew seeing someone so stunning would cause such a problem? He had not been prepared for such beauty!! 

"Avoiding the ball, huh? That's odd. Didn't everyone wanna go?"

"You're here." 

"I have a business to run." He countered. "Besides. The prince is looking for a bride."

He hummed. "Not some bar keep." 

"Was the party not extended to everyone?" 

"Oh, it was, but let's be real. What prince is gonna pick a  peasant. It's all just a formality. So I'm fine staying here. Besides! I'm pretty sure I'm the only Inn open for miles."

"Mm, I've passed several, they are all closed."

Wei Ying grinned and finished cleaning up the glass. "So tell me, gorgeous, what can I get for you? An ale? A hot meal? A room? Maybe me?" He winked. 

"Sounds like a rare house special. How much for all four?" He countered.

For a moment, the innkeeper was stunned. No one ever took his flirting seriously!!! And for someone to be /this/ good looking?!

Wei Ying eyed him suspiciously. "You're not some crazy murderer, yeah? That why you're avoiding the capital?"

Surprise colored the man's face before he huffed a soft laugh. "No, not at all, I assure you."

"Oh, assure me, do you?" He grinned. "Alright. Three silvers and you can have a drink, a room, and a meal~ that fourth option you gotta work a little harder for. Can't just be cute."

"You think I'm cute?" The man questioned, raising a brow with the faintest hint of a smirk and Wei Ying felt his knees go weak.  

He sputtered wildly and flicked his rag in the attractive patron's direction. "Aren't you cheeky~?"

He turned and grabbed a wooden pint mug, but before he could fill it, the man cleared his throat a little. "On second hand.... can I just have some water?" 

Wei Ying popped his hip and cocked a brow. "What? Why water? I've got all the best alcohols in the land!" He grinned.

"I even have the best of the best, emperor's smile~ all the way from the capital." 

"I... do not handle alcohol well." 

Wei Ying blinked at him a few dozen times before he threw his head back and laughed. "Oh, you're cute! Alright. I'll be nice. Water it is."

"I would rather remember my night if I get to spend it chatting with someone so lovely." 

Once more, Wei Ying was left sputtering as he slammed the mug of water down and busied himself working. "Alright, charmer, what'll you have to eat?"

"I am guessing you are not on the menu?"

Wei Ying all but tripped over his feet and looked at him with a flushed face. "I... you.... I walked into that." He cleared his throat and gestured to the menu. "So... what's your name, charmer?"

"You can call me A-Zhan.""

"Well, A-Zhan~ you can call me Wei Ying. You lemme know what you'd like to eat and I'll whip it up."

He nodded and did just that.

Wei Ying disappeared into the back to prep the meal and when he realized he was getting no conversation out of the other while he ate, so he busied himself with cleaning the already spotless tavern.

After, the two found themselves sitting side by side, Wei Ying telling A-Zhan all about the beautiful places he had been to in the kingdom before he settled here with his tavern.

"Sounds like you're quite the adventurer."

"Perhaps! But what about you?"

"I do not get out much, sadly. Though... I am forever grateful I decided to come here tonight~"

Wei Ying cleared his throat before he stood and made his way to the front door. He locked up and slipped over to a board behind the bar and grabbed a metal key.

A-Zhan watched him curiously, but when Wei Ying moved to the steps and tipped his head, he followed eagerly.

The pair made it to the bedroom and Wei Ying barely had time to unlock the door before he was pressed to the smooth wood.

The sound of the door slamming shut was certainly not the last sound heard echoing through the quiet inn that night.

The next morning, the pair lay in one another's arms, sharing lazy kisses as Wei Ying snuggled up to the perfectly sculpted chest.

"So, A-Zhan..."

"Mn?"

"How are you going to explain to the kingdom that you ditched your own bridal ball~?"

His eyes widened in disbelief. "Wh-what? How did you--"

Wei Ying laughed, his eyes shimmering in delight. "Everyone knows our Prince's name is Lan Zhan,

and your cloak has the royal insignia on it."

The prince's ears went red and he frowned. "I apologize, I did not mean to deceive you--"

"Hush." Wei Ying kissed him sweetly. "I'm not mad, but I am curious how you're gonna get out of trouble for this~"

"I will simply tell them I was with my bride all night~" He grinned lightly, rolling so he was on top of Wei Ying

once more.

The room quickly filled with giggles and soon after, moans as the prince and the innkeeper enjoyed each other's company.

When wedding bells chimed no more than four months later, the kingdom was in shock to see the chatty innkeeper at his side~

#xiantober2023 #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #mdzs #museywrites

[minuy600]

The Ported Arcade Games of 1981 #0: 1980 Games I Missed

Back to the grind it is. Firstly, let's go over some stuff that has happened in these 4 months of complacency.

First things first; I've changed the format for these reviews again. There'll still be a 40 point scale of rating things, because I enjoy being consistent, however everything around it will be changed to something more... manageable for me. You'll see, I don't think there's a point in a lengthy explanation.

Secondly, I feel baaaad for the games I have to skip because it's multiplayer-only, or didn't get an accurate port in a game I have the means of owning. So i'll give 'em a mention, even if I won't go into detail about them, let alone grade them. Cool? Cool. Let's get this started then. Here's a game that actually got added to Arcade Archives during my LEGO-riddled hiatus...

Tank Battalion

Other name(s): タンクバタリアン (JP name) Developer: Namco Publisher: Namco (JP), GamePlan (US) Release date: October 1980 (JP) What did I play it on?: Arcade Archives on Switch What's the game about?: You're a tank fighting off other tanks by shooting bullets at each other. There's 20 of those per stage, and they alternate between hunting you down or your base (oddly shaped like an eagle). If you get hit too many times or your base gets destroyed, that's game over. What's the game look like?:

What's the sound like?: Rumblings of your tank, booming noises when you shoot and explode tanks. The occasional beep happens when you put in credit or gain an extra life. What's new about this one?: Most notably, any shot that hits a brick wall will break it bit by bit. Allows for a bit more strategy as you could carve out a shortcut. These walls are absent in every 3rd stage, though, so strategy flies out the window there for the most part. How much singleplayer content is there?: There's no real limit to how long you could keep playing, but aside from, oddly, the 22nd stage, there are no new layouts after the 8th. How far did I get?: I got to the 6th stage and felt verrrry satisfied to leave it there. I kinda feel that with enough luck, I could improve to the 8th eventually. That's my definitive goal, reaching stage 22 is nigh on impossible. Any multiplayer?: Errr, does alternating turns count? Quick thoughts: This feels almost laughably out of place when put alongside Namco's other 1980 contributions from the latter half of 1980. Still uses the Warp & Warp engine and it shows. Minor stage altering aside, which IS neat, this is another game where you feel like it left zero footprint. Graphics: Yyyyyeah. Even with the flat colors and basic as hell title screen, the game still appears to struggle to run with the admittedly fair amount of tanks on screen. I would've forgiven it a year ago, but now? Not when Pac-Man and Rally-X are around, sorry. (4/10) Sound: Another sign that this is a polished up geriatric, these noises are very close to the ones i've heard in Navarone and Cutie Q. I will admit though! I actually think the explosions are nice and impactful. Then again, most games of this era had that down pat. Could do without the beeps, but overall it's still decent. (6/10) Fun Factor: Unfortunately, the whole 'game struggling to run' thing makes this a hard game to salvage. It makes the controls way too... chunky, with the tanks moving in blocks rather than being smooth. The whole luck factor is also quite stupid, the tanks seem to do whatever they want in this one, even if WHERE they show up is consistent. It's a shame cuz I do feel there was potential to make it more manageable and consistently enjoyable... At least Battle City exists. (4/10) Longevity: It says a lot I managed 12th plays on the Hi Score ranking by only reaching stage 6. If your idea of fun is playing through 12 identical levels to get a single new layout, do I have the game for you. Still, getting to stage number 8 in itself is a big feat and despite how unfair it can be, it's still reasonably addicting. (6/10)

Conclusion: It's a cute attempt to innovate with outdated hardware. I don't think they succeeded due to how it plays like a creaky war veteran. Namco's talent made it not awful, but they've done a lot better before.

Onto a game that pretty much made me debate if it was even worth playing stuff outside of Arcade Archives...

Defender

Other name(s): ディフェンダー (JP name) Developer: Williams Electronics Publisher: Williams Electronics (EU/US), Taito (JP) Release date: December 1980 (EU, presumably) What did I play it on?: Midway Arcade Origins on Xbox 360 (played on Series S)

What's the game about?: You're a spaceship trying to avoid aliens from taking over the planet. They come in all shapes and sizes, first there's just some green alien dudes (called 'Landers') trying to snatch the 10 humans away by turning them into far more agressive mutants. Following that, you also get electric... squares that leave behind hurtful static and electric... pulses that turn into multiple small red particles. Gotta shoot those as well. Failing to protect the humans causes the planet to be destroyed and you're left fighting mutants in space. Yikes. At least you got an Asteroids-esque hyperspace button and screen-clearing smart bombs to delay the inevitable. What's the game look like?:

What's the sound like?: All kinds of weird alien bleep bloops dominate as you shoot your Atari 2600 laser. The humans that cry for help sound like squealing rubber. What's new about this one?: This game more or less created the horizontally scrolling shooter genre. The whole mutant thing is also brand new, and I don't think i've seen screen-clearing weapons used to this degree before. Same with the degree of variety in enemy patterns and how cleverly they've been interwoven as they've been given different 'tasks' of sorts. The lander chases the humans, the rest chase YOU. Also, uhhh... this is the first video game by Williams Electronics? Damn, that's one way to start. How much singleplayer content is there?: This took me ages to figure out cuz Midway Arcade Origins put me on the wrong foot, but it APPEARS that the difficulty peaks at stage 5. You don't get increased score multipliers after that, so... How far did I get?: I did get to that point when I gave myself 9 lives and 9 smart bombs, though that's hardly an achievement in my eyes. On the default setting (3 lives & smart bombs), I got to the third stage, which is a decent feat in itself as it propelled me up the online rankings. This game is brutal. Any multiplayer?: Alternating turns, again. Gonna be a bit before co-op becomes much more mainstream. Quick thoughts: Say hello to the game that brutalised my motivation to keep going. A very vague release date (i'm still not sure if I did it right), it's extreme difficulty and my own doubts on whether to cover games rereleased on Xbox made it the ideal cocktail for my ADHD brain to pretty much give up for a while. Upon revisiting though... Eh, although I don't think it'll ever be my favorite, I can appreciate it's huge influence on the shooter genre. Plus, if reaching the 3rd flipping stage is a serious achievement from what I can tell, I don't feel nearly as bad about my supposedly low skill level. This is another game i'll give a hat tilt. Graphics: Probably, PROBABLY the best looking space shooter thus far. I don't know for sure. But I mean, horizontal scrolling as smooth as this along with all the massive explosions that happen when things die, that's extremely impressive. Definitely makes it feel fairly modern, futuristic even. I'm surprised it is as much as a leap upwards as it is. Only Rally-X really comes close with being as advanced as this sucker. (9/10) Sound: Can get a bit overwhelming at times, all the shooting combined with the weird otherworldly noises, it's a bit much. Though nobody can deny that they sound COOL as hell on first impression. Very sci-fi. I'll let the incorporation of some 2600 noises pass. (7/10) Fun Factor: Depends on what you wanna get out of it. If you like games that will absolutely kick your ass with the smallest error and makes you feel extra guilty with every astronaut lost, this is a gaming HEAVEN for late 1980. I can't say i'm part of that crowd, but the more time I put into it, the less gruelling it becomes. There's only 2 things reeeally bothering me. You frequently have to be too precise with your movement to stick a shot or just straight up not die for one. The amount of buttons and therefore tactics on display, that's also a bit too much. Found myself frequently overwhelmed by this one, i'm sorry. If you're a gaming nut who doesn't mind an overload of spectacle and can deal with extra precise movements, then you can add two points to the score next to this sentence. (6/10) Longevity: Someone played one round of this game for 21 and a half hours straight. Huh. Reaching stage 6 will take you a WHILE, but at least it's a bit more based around skill rather than luck this time. There's people that only leave one astronaut alive or straight up lets them all die and focus on the shooting action, and manage to survive for a long while despite that. Seems like I may have to try that too... Also glitches. Lotsa glitches to extend playtime. Those are always a hoot. (8/10)

Conclusion in 3 sentences: My love-hate senses are tingling with this one. It's not a game for the faint of heart, but if you put your mind to it and grind it out, it can be a magical experience. Especially for the time.

The games that couldn't:

All of these are included on one of the Taito Legends games on PS2. The first game is outta reach entirely, while the second one is doable, just a bit too expensive to be worthwhile right now. I MIGHT come back to the balloon duology later. Don't count on it though.

Phoenix (Taito): Shame I couldn't give this one a go. This was THE game to bring boss battles into the mainstream. Was curious to see how well it'd fare compared to the seemingly very intricate way Sasuke vs. Commander did it. From first impression, it seems a bit less deep, though on it's own, it's still a fun spin on the ol' Space Invader formula.

Balloon Bomber (Taito): A hilariously out-of-tune jingle plays as you shoot single-colored balloons with bombs attached to them. ...Wait, did Pyoro on WarioWare copy the concept of destructible land from this game? Whaaaa?

Crazy Balloon (Taito): The balloon of Balloon Bomber fame must now traverse dangerous obstacle courses by floating around. Crrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaazy.

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If there's any feedback you wanna give on this new format, be sure to let me know! We'll be heading into 1981 next time. For realsies.

#minuy600 #review #sona #arcade #taito #williams electronics #namco #tank battalion #defender #retro gaming #1980 #phoenix #crazy balloon #balloon bomber

[icancdramahanfu]

Hello! I am looking to cosplay wei wuxian and/or xie lian(from the donghua) can you please describe the layers of their clothes, I have zero experience in sewing clothes or pattern making and I have no idea where to even begin. Thank you very much!

Hello there, Sorry for the slow reply, I've been distracted by real life and my continued PT for my wrist. But I can type much more normally at least now. As far as Wei Wuxian, I haven't really looked at his outfits seeing that he's got so many different versions in the live action CQL/The Untamed and in the MDZS donghua and manhua as well. I'm not a huge fan of MDZS, so, I can admit I haven't paid much attention to it. I think like most MXTX characters, he relies on a heavy black/red color palette and is pretty open to interpretation. I think focusing on the donghua would be your best bet since when you have to animate someone you would simplify their outfit, but the drama might have more realistic clothing to draw from since and actor wore it. Xie Lian is considerably easier since he wears many layers of white. I think the main thing to realize with all these outfits is that you have a foundation layer and then multiple layers over top with great variations.

The foundation layer (zhong yi) is usually the skin layer in white (cotton/linen) that it is breathable and washable. It seems for a more dramatic effect a character like WWX will have this as black. This is a top and pants combo, but I was lazy and skipped out on pants for my Wen Kexing b/c it was very warm already. I don't use Taobao sites (no Chinese skillz here) but it might be worth your while to look at some of the hanfu retailers to see how they construct their tidy little package outfits.

Like Hanfu Story which has a very good website and plenty of english language descriptions. Even though the colors aren't plain white, this one has a very close match to what XL wears. It has the skirt with the slight pleating like XL and simple sleeves and cut.

It is interesting to note that many of these outfits only sell the top layers, not that base layer.

When it comes to determining the exact layers just look at the neckline, that pretty much lets you know what else is on top of that base layer.

If this is your first time sewing and drafting a pattern, I would enlist the help of a friend who may have more sewing experience. Also, since many of these outfits don't reveal the full aspect of all of their layers, you have to guess what you think is underneath - that is what I did after lots of screen shots from as many angles as possible - or hoping for a zhong yi late night confession scene (as in Word of Honor) which allowed me to nail the sleeve shape for all the layers. I'll do and example with XL since his outfit is much easier.

As we can see here, he's only got two layers.

The inner layer is more form fitting in the torso, with wide-ish sleeves. The skirt portion appears to be pleated, which is why we get a ripple effect in the front. It appears the outer layer is a simple straight hem robe with wider sleeves that he wears very loosely since it flares back. You can't tell from this picture but the left side should also have a slit that runs along the left side of his body to allow for easy movement - it isn't a full rap around robe structure. He has a narrow belt that is tied off with the cyan colored cord and his bandages and basic hat. I haven't watched the donghua for awhile so I can't remember if he also has pants on underneath the pleated skirt. I'd go back and refer to the scene where San Lang notices the shackle on his ankle to see what he's wearing then.

When it comes to picking a layer to draft first for the pattern, it really doesn't matter. You will need to make a mock up and adjust. If you want it to be the inner layer it will need to be the same length but less wide than the outer layer. I just made a pattern and tested it out - it was terrible but hey, I knew where to go from after that. Good luck and hope this helps!

#answered asks #hanfu pattern #mens hanfu #xie lian #wei wuxian #cosplay #hanfu pattern drafting #diy #sewing hanfu

[thelazyhermits]

heyo! ฅ^•-•^ฅ

i've been rereading a lot of TABF fics for comfort and the thought of idol singer Fortune and her legion of fans pushed me out of my art block, so thank you and storysmith for the inspo! o(*^▽^*)/

i thought the outfit would probably cover most of her skin because she's still careful about scars showing, and Dadzawa vetoing the ones that just show a lot of skin lol. Eri's dream from Now It's My Turn to Make You Smile described their outfits as being in UA colors but uhh, does anyone actually know what those colors are? XD i ended up picking colors from the gym uniforms, the cheerleading outfits, and the gold buttons on the normal uniform jackets. (she's lowkey giving pumpkin vibes but it's cute lol)

Annnnnd then i did a variation just paint bucketing over the finished piece with more pastel kinda colors thinking what if it was an idol au? maybe her fan given nickname involves 'cryptid'? it could be from her always being the unexpected surprise guest at events or variety shows with weird ways of suddenly appearing on stage lol. also ofc had to give her the hatsume patented hover tech boots™ for that fancy sky choreography. (just don't look too closely, the number of times I redrew those shoes,,,, ough,,,,,)

hope this made you smile, and thanks again for sharing your writing with us! it's genuinely such a delight and comfort to read, i am off to reread JWTN again for what must be the fifth time lol 💕

(ps. i actually read your twisted wonderland series recently, going into it knowing nothing about tw except 'disney?? but make them cute anime boys', and that i loved your writing. pulled up the tw character pages in another tab for visuals and had so much fun reading about Yuu trying to keep her sons out of trouble XD. Jack is best boi, no contest.)

Submitted by @kitsune-from-neverland

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Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!! I absolutely love this!!! Thank you so much!!! 💕💕💕💕💕

Idol Fortune is so fun to think about, and I love how you drew her. Her outfit looks super cute in both colors, although I'll admit I'm partial toward pastels XD I think the hover boots look awesome!

Her having a nickname involving the word cryptid is so funny and something I can totally get behind. Maybe it involves how she first debuted cause there was so little info about her and she just came outta nowhere lol

In regards to the tags you made which I left on this post so everyone else could see them, I honestly have no idea how I'd involve Aizawa in such an AU cause it's hard for me to imagine a guy like him as an idol manager and/or a fan 😂 Maybe he just ends up as her guardian after she's rescued from Mumei, and someone like Mic or Midnight takes the manager position. Aizawa, of course, ends up being one of Fortune's biggest supporters despite knowing next to nothing about idols lol

Idol All Might and Manager Nighteye is such a hilarious mental image. I love it 😂

Thank you for sharing this with me! It absolutely made me smile! I love your art and am super happy that my writing is a source of comfort for you 🥰

I'm also delighted that you gave my Twst fics a shot despite being unfamiliar with the series. I'm glad you like reading about Yuu keeping her sons out of trouble and that you agree Jack is best boi 😊💕💕

#submission #in an idol au would aizawa be her manager or a closet fan hmmm #mumei was her previous agency's shitty manager when she was still a trainee #if its heroes -> idols‚ then sidekicks -> managers...? #idol all might and manager nighteye lol #okay im done rambling‚ hope you liked the pictures ฅ^•-•^ฅ #TABF fanart

[sunny6677]

The Drunken Night.

A Streber X Male! Reader.

1/2

SUMMARY: Y/N bumps into a drunk Streber on the street while walking during the middle of the night, in the month of February, on the day of the 14th, in 2013.

TWS: FLIRTING, ALCOHOL, SLIGHT PROFANITY.

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The black-covered sky shone down with specks of stars, gleaming above the small town. The stars were burning, shining, millions of light years away as they glimmering in the midnight sky. It was midnight, yet even so, most of the town remained awake. It was because tonight had been a special night, a most important night. It was the night of February 14th, 2013. Valentines Day. Ah, how wondrous! The day of love had passed, and the night of love was beginning to proceed.

Beneath the night sky had been a side street, where blaring lights were aglow. Each and every one of them illuminated on the walls of other buildings, and onto the ground as well, giving it a yellowish tint. The air was cold, chilling. Loud muffled techno music played from inside of a building, and multi-color lights flickered to different colors every few seconds. The night of love had just begun, and the night of love would continue for only a few hours before proceeding to the normal morning.

A figure then stepped out of the wooden door frame, and closed the door behind themselves. The figure sighed, barely leaning against the door with an overwhelming sense of exhaustion clinging to their face.

They blinked, their gaze half-lidded as they stared up at the door head for a brief moment, bathing in the air of the light pollution which had made the stars appear invisible to the eyes of a human being. It was unfortunate, how humanity wasn't physically capable enough to see the specks of light through the light which polluted the air.

The figure had been Y/N, a male in his 20s. He had only come to the blaring, glowing, multi-color lighted building interior for a short time to have some fun on a night of which he would be alone.

But the loud music of which made it feel like his ears were bleeding, and the smell of cigarette smoke, alcohol, and a sweet vanilla scent that he couldn't quite place was too overwhelming for him to bare. And so, he led himself out after being nearly trampled by the multiple people surrounding him. There were just so many people. Just so many. Why on earth were there so many?

Of course, he knew the answer. It was Valentines Day, and most wanted to celebrate it in their own way. Some would spend the night with their lover inside of their home and most likely cuddled up on the couch, some would take their lover out to a resturant, some would take their lover to the most expensive date they would ever pay for in their life.

But he knew that of course, some would prefer to spend the night of love in a club. Even if he didn't exactly understand why. He had been thinking about having himself some Tequila or maybe a good shot of Vodka, but the overwhelming presence of the club was enough to want to make him leave. Perhaps it was a good decision to not get wasted or tipsy, especially at night.

Sighing, he walked down the short gray concrete stairs, and began to walk around the concrete street which had been littered with random garbage, such as random wrappers of snacks and occasionally unfinished food. 'Forget this,' he thinks, 'I'm just gonna get a snack somewhere and then I'll go back home. I already wanna go home anyway.'

As he walked down the street, he took in the presence of the dim yet lit streetlights, which had been making the darkened space a lot more brighter than it actually was. He had to admit, he felt a little unsafe in such an environment, to the point of quickening his pace a little as he stuffed his hands inside of his pockets. He had been wearing a fuzzy jacket with a line of fur on the hoodie, since he did not wish to freeze on such an unbearable and cold night.

As he continued to walk foward, he spotted what looked to be another figure limping and dragging their hand against the walls of the buildings they were walking next to. He tilted his head, a flinch of concern filling his head as he slowed down his pace and looked at the person. The figure seemed weirdly familiar. The outline of the hair, the short height, the little mannerisms.. did he know this person?

Walking closer, he stopped in his tracks completely to get a better look at the person, incase he really did know them. He squinted, barely making out their appearance in the darkened atmosphere of the night. But as he looked harder, he realized.. he did know the person. His eyes widened, and his breathing quickened a little in surprise. The fluffy hair which had a small fleck at the bottom, the red glasses, the worryingly pale skin.. it had been..

"Streber?"

Y/N utters, taking a cautious step closer as he reaches out a hand. The figure stops, and looks at him with half-lidded eyes that held an exhausted feeling. The figure then smiles, recognition flaring in their gaze. "Y/N.. its you.."

Surely enough, it is Streber. It wasnt hard to tell, even in such a dark atmosphere which had been stained with the black cold aura of the night. He(Streber) gave off a smell, mixed in with the sweet and slightly sour scent of candy of which he had probably recently eaten, the scent of the familiar scent of books which had probably been from the comics he would constantly read, the unfamiliar scent he would rarely give off which smelt rancid and stale.. it was coming from his breath, which obviously meant he consumed something, or drank something even.

Y/N approached, his eyes glazed with confusion and worry as he takes a few steps closer. "Dude, are you okay?" He asked, worry sinking into his chest as he holds out a hand. Streber took one step closer, and before either of them knew it, his body nearly plummeted towards the ground.

Y/N yelped in surprise, and sprung to action immediately, sinking to the ground and lifting his arms underneath Strebers, lifting him up before he can fall. Y/N looked at him, unease settling in his gaze as he stared down at him. "Wha—What happened?" Y/N stammers, bringing Streber a bit closer.

Streber hummed a hum of euphoric madness, letting out giggles of pure enjoyment as he unsteadily tilted his head around as if he were a bobblehead. "No—Nothin' happened, silly.. I'm fine.. heheheh.." He chuckled, his eyes half-lidded and his gaze barely remaining stable as he stared up at Y/N. As he continued to chuckle, Y/N spoke in a concerned tone, "Are—Are you drunk?"

"No, you're drunk!" Streber said in response, pointing towards Y/N accusingly with a mischevious grin. After a second of silence, he then bursts into a hysterical fit of laughter. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—" Streber frantically says, his tone sounding almost as if he's choking with laughter, snickering to himself as he waves a hand, physically gesturing in some form of apologizing.

Y/N chuckles a little too, though it's more nervous than anything. Y/N slides beside Streber, putting a hand on his shoulder, as Streber desperately tries to muffle his laughter with his hand. "Dude, are you sure you're okay?" Y/N asks again, amusement still in his tone, though concern was still present.

"Yeah, yeah.. I'm fiinnne.. I'm so finnee..." Streber replies, gesturing with his hands in an exaggerated manner as he keeps nearly leaning down to the point of falling each second. "I'm fine.. lemme show you.." Streber then walks foward, and lazily swings his hand upward, before gripping his hand around Y/N's hand, and shaking it. "Hi, I'm fine.. nice to meet you.." After saying that, Streber yet again bursts into hysterical laughter, wheezing a little as he nearly falls on his knees from the sheer force of laughter.

Y/N laughs, a little nervous because of Streber nearly falling every minute or so. "Oh, c'mon now.." Y/N says, smiling in an amused way as he stares down at Streber. "I'm sorry, man, I'm sorry.." Streber says, composing himself a little as he tries to stand up. After seconds of silence, he then bursts into uncontained fits of laughter again. Y/N laughs too, saying, "C'mon, man.. its not that funny."

"Yes—yes..! Yes it is, shut up!.." Streber sharply says back with a mischevious smile, his tone sounding slurred. He then snickers again, and says, "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.. oh, man.. heheheh.." Y/N raises a brow, an amused smile forming on his face, "Alright, alright.. I think I need to get you home." Y/N comments, sliding behind him with a glint of worry still in his eyes.

"Noooo.. no, I don't.." Streber slowly replies, turning around and facing Y/N with a sassy gesture of his hand. "I'm fineeee..! I can.. *hic*.. I can get home by myself.." Streber puts a hand on his hip, his breath smelling almost sour as he speaks. Y/N cringes at the smell, but he only chuckles softly. "Oh really now?" Y/N raises a brow. "Yeah.. so don't.. don't doubt me, alright? I can.. *hic*.. I can do this on my own.. I can.. I can walk for miles, alright? You see here—" Streber grins, boasting. "Mhm.." Y/N smirks.

"Watch, watch, watch—" "Heh.. alright, okay." Streber gestures with his hands while grinning in a cocky fashion, as Y/N only watches with a raised brow, having an amused look to his face. Streber then swiftly turns around, wobbling from side to side. He then begins to walk foward, and for a few seconds, he makes it! Foward, foward, foward, foward he goes! But then.. yet again, his body leans down, and he nearly tumbles towards the ground. Though Y/N, like he has been for the past few minutes, manages to swoop in and save him from falling. He takes him back into his arms, holding Strebers arms with his own.

Streber lazily smiles, as if hypnotized. "Heheh.. alright, I think it's time we get you home, bud. You seem pretty hammered." Y/N smirks, pulling him a little closer as he stands behind him. "No, no—" "Yes—" "No, no, I'm fine—I'm so fine—" "C'mon, no, no, you're not—" "I'm fine, Y/N.. leave.. leave me 'lone.." "No, no, you're not. Cmon.." The two bickered back and forth, as Y/N held his shit-eating grin the entire time, it remained plastered on his face even with Strebers constant refusals.

Finally, Streber gives in. "You know what.. fiiiine.. take me home.. whateverr.." Streber slurs, crossing his arms. Y/N softly chuckles, and merely says, "Heheh.. alright." Y/N then lifts Streber up into his arms, up, up! And he then cradles him, carrying him almost bridal-style as he holds him in his skinny/slim/muscled/chubby arms. "Let's get you home now, buddy.." Y/N utters with a smirk, cradling Streber close. "Heheheh.. I like.. you know, I like it when you call me that.. your voice sounds so.. so nice when you call me that." Streber smiles drunkenly, with squinting eyes of sheer happiness. "Heh.. oh really? Well, thanks, buddy." Y/N smiles, holding Streber a bit closer to his chest.

"Heheh.. you said it again.." Streber grins, his voice sounding a little high pitched.

Y/N chuckles, "Alright, let's go.."

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Y/N had decided to carry Streber to his car, and decided to transport him back home that way. Though he would probably assist him inside too, so he wouldn't accidentally fall while trying to get back into his house. He stuffed him inside of the backseat, carefully sitting him down onto its plastic cold light gray surface. Y/N smirks as Streber rambles on about something unintelligible that he can't quite make out. "Mhm.. sure.." Y/N nods, not understanding a word of what he's saying.

As Y/N sits him down, he slowly begins to slip himself out, so he can go to sit in the driver's seat area, and drive Streber home safely. But before he can, he feels the sensation of touch form onto the back of his body, and he is then pulled closer. After glancing around in confusion, he processes the visuals he's faced with. Strebers face, inches away from his, and smelling of stale alcoholic scents.

"Heheheh.. no, no, dont go yet.. i want you to stay like this, i want.. *hic*.. heheh, i want you to come and sit with me.." Streber smirks while saying it in an almost whining tone, holding Y/N close as he looks up at him from where he's sitting. A fuzzy sensation forms onto Y/Ns cheeks as he looks at Streber with slightly widened eyes. "Bu—Buddy, I gotta drive.." Y/N protests softly, barely managing to slightly nudge Strebers arms off of him. "No.. no, you dont.. we can just sit here.. heheh.. alone.." Streber giggles, his gaze half-lidded as he stares up at Y/N still.

Y/N gulps, feeling a sensation he can't quite describe form onto his cheeks as he stares ahead.

"Buddy, I gotta drive, I gotta get you home.. I'll make it up to you when I get you home, okay?" Y/N says, in an attempt to persuade Streber to let him into the driver's seat. "Oh, fiinnneee... fine..." Streber utters, his tone still slurred. He then pauses. And smirks playfully once more. "Heheheh.. I like looking at you like this." Streber says, slightly rubbing Y/Ns back a little as he stares at him. Y/N feels a chill run up his spine as he feels the sensation.

Y/N only utters, "Alright.." He then finally let's himself out of the backseat area, and shuts the car door, watching as Streber says something unintelligible as he sits in the backseat with a glazed and tired look in his eye. Whatever he drank must have really influenced his behavior if he was behaving.. like this.

Y/N only sighs, and opens the door to the drivers seat, sliding himself in. Ignoring Strebers drunken words for a few moments, he starts up the motor, and places his hands on the wall, gripping at its circular shape. He then turns it, and begins to drive.

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"Heyy.. thats the.. thats the thing I was at earlier.."

Y/N looked out the window, curious as to whatever Streber had been talking about as he rambled nonstop from the backseat. He then snickered a little upon processing what it was. He only drove past it for a brief moment, but it was a dark brown building with a few glass windows on the bottom, and a sign that simply read, "Jazzy Drinks". It had been a jazz club that had a bar inside of its interior, Y/N had seen it before and recognized it from a few of his drives. He heard muffled saxophone and piano music play from inside as he drove past, and chuckled.

"Oh, so you were drunk, huh?" Y/N teasingly says. "Nooo..." Streber denies, sounding almost whiney. Y/N chortle softly to himself, before asking in a soft and amused tone, "What were you even doing in a bar with a bunch of jazz music anyway?"

"Hey, it wasn't a bar, it was a jazz club!.." Streber sassily says back, "I just.. I just had a few drinks, that's all." Y/N snickers again, saying, "So you were drunk?" Streber yet again yells in a slurred manner, "No—Noooo!.. I just had a few drinks, I had some.. some weird clear water lookin' thingy, and it kinda tasted like shit at first, but.. *hic*.. it got good as I drank it more, heheh.."

Y/N chuckles more, this time, it turns into full blown laughter for a moment as he hides his joyful face with his hand. "Hey, don't laughhhh.." Streber whines, leaning foward in the backseat with a slightly hurt expression. "Oh, oh.. I'm sorry, man, I'm sorry. Heheh.." Y/N apologizes, looking at Streber in the rear view mirror. He sighs, and says, "I believe you.."

"Really?" Streber speaks in a slurred, yet excited manner, as if relieved Y/N believed him.

Y/N holds back a snicker, and says, "Yeah, really.."

"Awww.. thank—thank you, dude.." Streber says, tilting his head slightly.

After a few seconds went by, Streber suddenly speaks in a slightly lowered tone, "You know.. I was thinkin' of you the whole time.. wh—while.. while I was in there."

Y/N goes quiet, feeling the fuzzy sensation form on his face yet again. "Really?" He says back, smirking nervously.

"Mhm.." Streber nods with a half-lidded stare, "I was.. I was thinkin' of how much I wanted to see you, and how hhhaaandsome you were.." Streber slurs, tilting his head with a drunken smirk as he continued to stare into the rear view mirror. The two of them made eye contact in the rear view mirror, though Y/N immediately looked away and tried to focus on the road, feeling a pit of nervousness rise in his chest all of the sudden.

"Heheh.. I really.. I missed you.. y'know? *hic*" Streber hiccups, leaning foward with a sleepy grin as Y/N continued to drive. Y/N stopped before red lights on the street, shimmering lights gleaming into the glass windows as the clicking sounds of the cars mechanics were heard.

Nervously, Y/N says with a slight chuckle, "Streber, you saw me a day ago."

"Mmm.. I knoww.. that doesn't mean I.. don't.. doesn't mean I didn't miss you any less though.." Streber smiles, a half-lidded gaze on his face.

Y/N glances off to the side, looking out the window. He felt his heart physically melt at those words. He responds, "Well.. I missed you too."

"Heheh? Reallyyy?..." Streber asks eagerly, his sleepy smile growing more exhausted as he tilts his head.

"...yeah." Y/N replies.

It then goes silent for a few seconds, before Streber chuckles. "I love you.." He says, his voice sounding very tired.

Y/N paused, feeling his heartbeat begin to grow a little faster.

Y/N sighs.

"I love you too." He replies, before simply driving foward when the green lights finally came on.

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