#i might be getting ahead of myself but i’m conclusion yes

[scribblemew]

i had zero expectation or hopes for Velvette but GUYS SHE IS IN MY BRAINNNNN I LOVVVVEEEEEEEE HER

She is everything also this design is the most gorgeous ever. oh also her voice ESPECIALLY her singing voice ahhhg

#hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel velvette #velvette #hazbin velvette #oooooh i love her sm #she is my everything #all of my love #expect lots of fanart of her specifically #i might be getting ahead of myself but i’m conclusion yes

[trips2saturn]

towl spoilers below!!!!!!!!!

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late briefing but it’s here and that’s what matters!!!!! let’s get into this episode! ❤️‍🔥

this episode was amazing. no notes. angst fuels me, so keep it coming in episode four along with some loving intimacy! 🤝

michonne is the most clever, headstrong, charismatic, fearless powerhouse of a woman in the entirety of twdu. there is no situation nor circumstance that she cannot handle. no matter the time, skill, or hardship that woman is going to do whatever she fucking wants. she’s such an admirable character, and yes this is just a fictional show but she means so much to me. tv mom forever and ever and ever. my lovebug!!!! 🫶🏼

rick… my og lovebug. his selfless, tender hearted yet courageous and dangerous personality is sooo missed recently because of these losers who love to keep playing hide the donkey. he’s been so beaten down and forced into the caged mindset, also known as stockholm syndrome. it hurts so much to see it affect him so deeply, especially in this episode. we truly get to understand just how horrified he is of losing michonne, losing judith, losing their home. it’s so layered that he’s come to the conclusion that he has to do whatever it takes to protect his wife and their children (judith for now until further notice). even going as far as pretending to break michonne’s heart just to get her to go back home for the sake of a safe and secured future. and as much as it rips his entire psyche into shreds, this man is a family man. his priority in life is to protect the ones that he loves by all means necessary.

and thank fucking HEAVENS that despite their years apart, michonne knows her husband like the back of her palm and can read him like a book!!! every word that poured out of his mouth was utter bullshit merely for safety purposes and i’m soooo glad that she understood that without even having to retaliate verbally.

she retaliated by throwing them out of a moving chopper LMAOOO 😭 MY GIRL, MY LEADING LADY!!!!!! CAN WE MAKE SOME NOISE FOR THE CRAZIEST CHARACTER IN THE ROOM. thank youuuuuu! i digress.

“we needed a timeout” shdjshdhsjdjs well yes! please knock some sense into your traumatized husband. he needs his wife!!!

moving forward. the phones!!!! “believe a little bit longer”!!!!! CARL MENTION!!!!!!??????!!!!! 😨🫨🥺☹️😖 rick not mentioning any names for three years and never liking any drawings of his son because they could never be depicted perfectly 😣😣😣 try not to cry challenge [FAILED]. punching me in the gut would hurt less. still hoping for a random chandler cameo too :D

i know that what rick said was absolutely fake and futile but as a fierce michonne lover… HER FACE AS HE SPOKE??? if we don’t see him loving on her endlessly in episode four… i might throw myself out of a moving helicopter.

one hundred percent positive that they’ll be pouring bisquick and making pancakes next episode. i’m sat.

thorne is a D. not an A. she’s a piece of shit and will be dealt with eventually. michonne will handle any light work. i rest my case.

jadis is a sexual predator and a grade-A loser with a shit haircut. i almost pissed myself laughing when rick said that. he’s been waiting and so have i!!!! 😁 but yeah she sucks. die asap.

RICHONNE KISS IN THE WOODS AFTER BEING A POWERHOUSE COUPLE. 🥹 reminded me so much of when they took those cars and drove into that herd of walkers. ugh. please put their entire love story into the louvre.

last but not least because i’m tired — unsure what beale is up to. he’s so sketchy, and also SO CONFUSED about rick supposedly having a briefing with him about being promoted?! NO. no thanks we didn’t ask for him to ever be a leader nor get kidnapped in the first place!!!! scared to see what lies ahead for the next three episodes :(((((

in conclusion, michonne is the most beautiful angel to walk the earth. she looked so hot in every single scene. episode three is hands down my favorite episode yet, despite the hardship. again, angst fuels me. so excited to see what’s in store next week, and every other week after that!!!! it’s only up from here. ❤️‍🔥⬆️

okay that’s it. hope everyone enjoyed the episode!!!! this is such a wild ride, and i’m happy to have my television parents back on my screen, making things happen again. 🌟🔥

#trips talks #towl spoilers #the ones who live #the walking dead #rick grimes #richonne #michonne grimes #towl

[utapri-translations-uuuu]

WHO DO YOU CHOOSE? - Translation

Translator's notes can be found at the end and are marked with an asterisk.

Please do not repost/retranslate without permission.

Van: What do you say? You still can’t choose yet…

Van: Do you feel like there’s still something missing?

Yamato: If you like us all about the same, we should settle this fairly with our strength.

Eiichi: In that case, how about a race then?

Eiichi: If you guys don’t think it’s fair, I don’t mind if we make it a Chicken race* instead to test our courage.

Van: No, no! That is way too dangerous! A calm home run contest is better-

Kira: I reject all of them. We should do something fair and just.

Nagi: Nagi is also against it! Even if we gave them a huge handicap, I still don’t want to do either of them!

Nagi: Shion doesn’t either, right?

Shion: … If I am allowed to call my wildlife friends, then… perhaps I can do it.

Nagi: Eh?!

Eiji: If we make it about who can get up the earliest, I might do better…

Kira: If it’s about getting up early, I won’t be beaten either.

Kira: When I bisque-fire my work, I watch over the kiln starting in the morning.

Nagi: Stop! Everyone, stop getting in Nagi’s way!

Nagi: I’m trying really hard to get us to stop entertaining these meaningless physical strength tests!

Nagi: Listen, do you remember what we are fighting for in the first place? It’s true love!

Eiji: Oh, sorry. Nagi is right. Choosing like this is no good. My feelings for Angel got the best of me and I ended up getting carried away.

Shion: Amakusa too.

Shion: It’s a disgrace for a researcher to be so intent on seeking a result that he did not realize that he was taking the wrong course of action to achieve it.

Kira: Me too. I got a little competitive.

Kira: It wasn’t very mature of me.

Eiichi: In that case, should we go back to the starting point?

Eiichi: That is to say, if we’re going to compete, it should be with words of love for Angel. Yes, that is all there is to it.

Van: So I guess each of us will be confessing. It’s the safest choice, but it’s the correct one.

Kira: Is that okay with you, Angel?

(the listener replies)

Eiji: I’m glad. It’s settled, then.

Eiji: What should the order be?

Eiji: Can we start with my older brother since he came up with the idea?

Eiichi: That is fine. I even prefer it that way.

Eiichi: What I offer you is eternal love. It will never perish and will continue to shine radiantly under any circumstances. You will always be happy.

Kira: There is nothing that you and I aren’t able to do together.

Kira: The future ahead of us is dazzling and shimmering. Let’s walk alongside each other forever.

Nagi: With me, you’ll never be lost again. I’ll always find the right answer for you. I’ll always make you smile.

Nagi: You’ll be glad we’re together every day from here on out. So, choose me.

Eiji: I still don't know if I'm worthy of being chosen. However, my feelings for you are sincere.

Eiji: So I would be happy if you could accept my heart as it is. I just want you to smile, even if it’s only during the moment you receive it.

Van: After living together, I have been influenced by you.

Van: Honesty is the most important thing, so I’ll allow myself to say something selfish unashamedly. I want to have a special place in your heart.

Yamato: Don’t make it harder for yourself by thinking too much. You can go with your gut like I do. That is also a legitimate way of doing things.

Yamato: Hey, tell me that your choice is me.

Shion: I am strongly drawn to you. I believe I will never meet someone like you again.

Shion: I hope you will make apparent the miracle of our chance encounter with a message of love.

All: Now, who will you choose?

(simultaneously)

Eiichi: …

Nagi: What?!

Van: You still can’t choose?

Eiichi: We weren’t able to reach a conclusion.

Nagi: You haven’t decided?

Shion: Oh my…!

Kira: I want you to think about it more.

Eiji: Oh no…

Shion: Angel…

Yamato: It’s still no good?

Yamato: What should we do… Does anyone have any other ideas?

All: …

Shion: In Amakusa’s research, when it’s not easy to draw a conclusion, the number of subjects observed is increased… or the observation period is extended.

Eiji: That’s it, Shion! Extending the period of time!

Eiji: If it's okay with everyone, how about we continue to live together until it's decided?

Kira: I agree. It’s like in pottery. Patience is my greatest weapon.

Van: So basically like extra innings in baseball? I’m used to that kind of thing, so there’s no problem.

Yamato: That's fine with me, too.

Eiichi: Of course, I don’t mind that. So the only one left is…

(they all turn to Nagi, waiting for his answer)

Nagi: Geez, it can’t be helped… Naturally, it is OK! Under these circumstances, I can only agree to it, right?

Eiichi: All right. So, let's extend the time and start the second round now.

Eiichi: And if you still can't decide by then, we go by sudden death*. We’ll accompany Angel until they can make up their mind.

Nagi: Say, Angel. Do you dislike the idea of being with me forever from now on? Nagi doesn’t want to be apart from you even for a second. Of course, you feel the same way, don’t you?

Yamato: This time, victory will be mine. Of course, my opponent is you, Angel. In the end, you will pick me.

Eiji: I’ll work even harder than I am now. I’m done holding back from today onwards. Because I really like you. I want to take the initiative to convey my feelings to you.

Shion: This sentiment of love that I have found with you… If we continue to nurture it, how far will it grow? I want the two of us to witness it together.

Van: I will whisper passionate words of love to you as many times as you want, Angel. We’ll talk about so many interesting things, too. I hope you can always smile from the bottom of your heart.

Kira: I think only of your happiness. All my words and actions are for you. As long as I have your love, I don’t need anything else.

Eiichi: I will act according to your heart and offer you as much love as you want. Because my feelings for you will never wither.

(sound of a clock ticking, then striking)

All: HE★VENS LOVE AFFAIR!

All: Let's have a love affair that is like ascending to heaven.

Notes: *1 Chicken race- Eiichi is referring to a game in which two drivers drive toward each other and one must swerve or both may die in the crash. If one driver swerves and the other does not, the one who swerved will be called a "chicken".

*2 Sudden death- A way of quickly deciding a winner in which the first to score wins automatically

#uta no prince sama #utapri #translation #english #he★vens #eiichi otori #kira sumeragi #nagi mikado #eiji otori #van kiryuin #yamato hyuga #shion amakusa #heavens #love affair #drama cd

[sehtoast]

Okay, just a thought,

What if Ben started going though a transformation that started making him look more spidery? How would Homelander react?

I think Homie really is the kind of guy to stick around and get used to the changes. Likewise, I think he’d end up fascinated by them, honestly.  He might even find fun ways to incorporate them into their sex life, because that’s just how this man is.

Nsfw ahead bc i can’t help myself:

I imagine if Ben grew another two sets of arms (8 limbs), Homelander would be living his best life.  That’s extra hands to pet his hair, stroke his sides, touch his cock, play with his balls, and finger his ass all at the same time.  He’d be in tactile heaven and I sincerely doubt he’d wanna leave.  Plus, the snuggling?  The hugs?  He’d be down so bad.

If Ben grew fangs and could secrete venom from them, I think there’d be no problem there.  In fact, some spider bites (such as the banana spider) can cause erections that last for several hours, so I think there’d be plenty of fun to be had there.  I imagine Homelander would enjoy being bitten, and bonus points if Ben can actually puncture his skin so that he can really feel it.  Also, the thought of him getting in the mood and just holding his arm out like, “bite,” is so asdfhkjffk to me.  Yeah, he has no refractory period already and can ride a boner all day, but maybe the prolonged erection manifests as extra sensitivity in him.

Ben’s setae are concentrated in his finger pads and the soles of his feet, so I don’t think he’d end up all furry like a spider, but, even if he did, I think Homie would just shrug it off after he got used to it.

Thank you to @anon-nee for their infinite spider knowledge with this bit:  Male spiders try to book it after sex so they don’t get eaten alive by their mate (i know this is mostly about appearances, but this is just so cool aadhflkj and i’m SUCH a slut for angst).  If Ben ended up developing this instinct, I think it could make for some hurt feelings on both ends.  Like, why does he think Homelander looks so scary after sex?  Why is his spider sense urging him to get the fuck out of the room? Ben knows he’s safe, but it’s still scary.  I imagine Homelander would be crushed by the thought that Ben is suddenly so scared of him.  The man can practically smell fear, so he’d know as soon as it started that something was up.  He jumps to the worst conclusion: Ben must not love him anymore, obviously.  I think it’d take a while to settle the turmoil from this one.

The rest my brain is coming up with is Ben growing a few more sets of eyes, which, possibly a little odd, but I still think Homelander could get over it.  Maybe Ben ends up insecure about it and starts wearing beanies to cover them and Homelander is constantly trying to pull his hat off.  “Yeah, it’s weird, but now you can stare at me in six different ways!  What’s not to love?”

Ultimately, that’s his lil spider bf, and we know this man will cling to someone he loves until he literally physically cannot anymore (and even then, will seek out remnants of them [yes, I’m talking about the milk scene hahaha]).  I think as long as Ben stays true to him, he would do the same no matter how Ben looks.

#ask #the benlander agenda #thank you for the ask <333 #homelander x oc #request

[oraclekleo]

Kleo I’m dumb dumb and forgot to add the 🌻 emoji to my entry so I’m resending I’m sorry 🤦🏻‍♀️

(Good thing I wrote it on my notes lol)

Omg finally it’s my moment! Yeonjun is one of my favorite Korean artists… His story resonates with me a lot, and he’s also a Virgo, which apparently isn’t very common for idols? So I’d love to participate in your “kompatibility” event ❣️

(When I first read the event’s name I chuckled because it reminded me of the Krusty Krab from SpongeBob lmao I’m so sorry)

I’m actually 26, just in case because I don’t remember if I’d told you in previous asks 🤔

3 random facts about me:

* At the moment I have 6 cats and a dog. Years ago I had a bunny and I’ve rescued and released a few birds too. I love animals, and i definitely want to support or even establish an animal shelter in the future! 🐾

* For 10 years I’d been taking the MBTI test and got INTP-T every. single. time. (with very extreme % in each category too). Last year was the first time that I got INTP-A (assertive instead of turbulent), and when I retook it a few months ago I got INFP for the first time! I was so happy because, to me, it feels like all the inner work I’ve done is paying off. After taking the test 10 more times, for statistical validity, I came to the conclusion that my T and F are quite balanced, so I consider myself an IN(T/F)P now 💁🏻‍♀️

* Next semester is my last, so as soon as I do my internship, I’ll be done with university! It has taken me 9 years to get a degree I was “supposed” to get in 5, so I’m VERY ready to finally close the academic chapter of my life 🌚 I don’t ultimately regret having taken extra time though, because now I realize I had A LOT of growing up to do, and this definitely helped with my self-journey ✨ (what I do feel kinda sad about is maybe not realizing I loved dancing so much because I definitely could see myself doing that professionally, but that’s life lol)

When I first came across your blog I was actually intimidated? Like you definitely give off a vibe that takes no bullshit and commands respect… After reading your content and interacting with you, though, I think you’re a very sweet soul, and feel very comfy here. You are obviously good at what you do, and you’re not selfish with your knowledge and skills, which I’m very thankful for 💕

Thanks for your patience 🛐

🌻🌻🌻

Hello!

Thank you for participating in my event!

"When I first came across your blog I was actually intimidated? Like you definitely give off a vibe that takes no bullshit and commands respect… After reading your content and interacting with you, though, I think you’re a very sweet soul, and feel very comfy here. You are obviously good at what you do, and you’re not selfish with your knowledge and skills, which I’m very thankful for 💕"

Lol! Thank you! Yes, people often tell me that I'm intimidating at first sight but actually grow kinder and sweeter the more close we become. 😂 I'm glad you like my blog and I hope you have plenty of fun around here in future. 😉

Let's go to the thing we are here for. I didn't intend for the reading to be very 18+ but it turned out that was so first the warning:

18+ content ahead!

Lili-fcv + Yeonjun (TXT) Compatibility Reading

Cards: I The Magician, XVIII The Moon, XXI The World (Tarot in Wonderland), Knight of Pentacles, King of Cups, 8 of Swords (Tarot of Casanova), 16. The Knight (Oracle of the Roses), 2. Taurus (Starcodes Astro Oracle)

Right from the start, all those major arcana cards denote a rather powerful connection or better say an attraction. While the Knight cards (both the tarot and rose card) symbolise chivalry and romance, the Taurus is here to remind you of what your bodies desire.

You and Yeonjun might actually create quite a power couple. You somewhat inspire and encourage each other to dig deeper and explore within your souls, to cast light to the dark corners of your minds and to bring your most obscure fantasies to the spotlight. Yeonjun is likely to become unusually devoted and obedient to you, following any order you give.

As for sexual chemistry, I can see a lot of restraint here. Edging or bondage might be your thing. Because Taurus rules the neck and voice, you might also experiment with choking or with gag. Your foreplays are endless, you are likely to drag the anticipation and lust into extreme. The cards suggest Yeonjun being more likely a sub here so it’s likely he might want you to properly tie him up, gag him and give him an erotic massage, playing with him for hours. He derives pleasure from waiting and having to endure the tension for as long as possible. You on the other hand might have fun listening to his moans and, as the Magician card suggests, teasing him in multiple ways using a variety of methods or toys.

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[freedfromthegalactichivemind]

I am wondering if I am not alone.  Warning: serious topic ahead.  I am really hating the media coverage of Ye.  It’s not just his horrible words and beliefs, it’s the focus on his mental illness.  On one hand, I am glad that people are taking that into account instead of treating it, in and of itself as a moral failing, that he’s “just a crazy,” and, instead, are focusing on the actual moral failings and differentiating that mental illness does not make one praise Nazis, one has to have those beliefs to begin with for a mental health episode to take off the filter.   At the same time, I am finding it all triggering. I have bipolar disorder.  I had a bad manic episode last year.  I think it was inevitable in coming, even with my faithfully-medicated ass and the support that I have.  I had five really bad personal years in terms of physical health problems with me and my family and lots of financial hits - I’m talking things like me and loved ones literally almost dying, loved one going through emergency surgery while uninsured in America, all before 2020 hit, and being underpaid essential workers in 2020-2021 and all those years entailed and I’ve come to the conclusion that it was INEVITABLE that I’d have my “once in a decade” periods of completely losing my mind.   Stress, stress, stress, stress, stress building up to a breaking point.   And, unfortunately, the break happened with me unleashing it all over a subset of a fandom.  She-Ra fandom is contentious as it is, but the subset of a subset of a fandom I was in... I guess it didn’t really matter that I was one of the first entrapdaks in the fanworks game and was, in one person’s words, “a vital part of the fandom for two years,” some misunderstandings happened between me and some “friends” of mine - and I say “friends” in quotes because, in hindsight, I don’t think they were really good friends to me. Those who remain my friends know who they are and will go unnamed.  I got triggered up to some irrational behavior and did unleash some unwarranted anger on people who really didn’t deserve it and got into “I feel like these people have slighted me, so I just want to hurt them!” mode and other people who never should have been involved got involved and they all pretty much sided against me because I was lost in my own madness at that point.  However, people claiming that my suicidal talk was just me “crying wolf” and trying to get attention were wrong - dead wrong.  I try not to feel too much of it because when I came back from the hospital and saw former “friends” dismissing me and treating me like I never existed, I really did come to the conclusion that some of my former “friends” were disappointed that I didn’t die.  You might not want me dead per se, but it’s obviously that you do not care and it probably would have been easier for you to never have seen my name again online and have the benefit of the doubt that I’d “probably just fucked off from the fandom.”      For those of you who think I’m “causing drama,” please notice that I am not naming any names.  It’s been over a year.  No one remembers this shit who was not involved.  There’s not going to be any drama with new fans unless you out yourself.  I’m pretty sure everyone who was involved has me blocked anyway, or vice versa, so I’m pretty sure we aren’t even seeing each other and I can rant to my heart’s content on my own little blog.  Also, in fact, I am confessing (see above) that I know I was a complete ass when I was driving off the rails on my crazy train.   And that’s what a mania is like.  By my experiences with the condition, one is locked into a mode where, if one feels hurt, one wants to hurt others.  One’s perception is warped and you are likely to hit innocent bystanders and do other things that are unnecessary.  One also gets into a mode where one knows that one is in trouble, but there’s this drive, this utter DRIVE to dig oneself deeper.  “How worse can I make it to test limits, where is the breaking point - I hate myself and those suicidal voices in my head need an excuse to act.”  Something like that.   And it is TERRIFYING.   When you come down from it, after you’re getting help, get a med-adjustment, get therapy and whatever else you need to re-calibrate, it remains TERRIFYING.   It’s just knowing that you have an ingrained, incurable brain-disease that means that when you’re sufficiently stressed (and it may take a while to build up, like years of rotten luck that you manage to soldier through), something or a series of somethings will set you off, and it can be as unpredictable as some misunderstandings among your “fandom-buddies” in a stupid-ass fandom.  You know that, even with the most careful treatment, it is inevitable that you’ll go off the rails again sometime, even if your intervals are “about a decade,”  it’s still... yeah, you treat yourself, you try to stave it off...  And then you see some celebrity on the news all the time for the very thing of “going off the rails,” and “out of control, digging himself deeper,” and you recognize that DRIVE, you know it intimately because you’ve been through it before and you’ve just been through it!  And you start to think “Is this who I am?  Are we all like this?  Maybe all of us with this disorder should be rounded up and shot for the good and peace of Mankind.”  And you stave that off because that’s the kind of immoral thinking that the object of the news is trapped in for whatever reason.  You also realize that you are not going off the rails most of the time and other bipolar people manage their illness well, and maybe you are, too, for the moment, because you don’t feel like dying anymore - instead you feel just too stubborn because the “I’m going to beat this” switch has been flipped in your head, but your self-esteem suffers because you’re getting a VERY PUBLIC REMINDER of where you were not long ago and where you can easily be again if you aren’t careful.   Again, I’ve never been a Nazi.  I’ve never thought “slavery was a choice” because that goes against the very definition of the word.  I’ve never been rich enough to ever feel insulated from my own poor actions (I do think wealth makes it worse for celebrities).  I don’t have the bigotries / deeply-ingrained moral problems nor whatever religion I suspect might be an underlying source of them for Ye. (I have some ex-evangelical baggage, but it’s not...that.  I suspect there’s a fringe-religion thing going on that’s becoming sadly mainstream).  But it’s just... all of the other stuff surrounding his case...  It’s hurting me, messing with my self-esteem, making me wondering if I’m just evil in general because I share a disease with him and see a lot of manifestation of that disease that I’ve experienced out front. He is definitely reminding the world why it just does not like bipolar people and it makes me worry about others who haven’t been diagnosed being reluctant to get help (when I was first diagnosed, it felt like the end of the world for me because it’s what my brother had and my brother is/was an abusive asshole, so I literally thought “Great, I have the asshole-disease”).  I worry about further discrimination and barriers to us.  And it is all making me wonder if we even have the right to exist.   Again, too stubborn right now to feel suicidal.  I’m not in that phase.  If you hear me talking about suicide / actually wanting to die, that’s the time to worry, right now, I’m kind of holding on out of spite, but I’m worried about others who aren’t as spiteful as I am right now, seeing this kind of trigger all over the news all over the place.   And bringing it back to this fandom, it makes me wonder if the world - any world, Etheria or Earth, is a better place for people having the freedom to go off the rails and “be like Catra” for a while, or if all defects need to be found, rooted out and culled / exiled like with the Galactic Horde.  In either case, I relate to Hordak - I know I’m a defect, and sometimes I want to go into the Pool and just erase myself, but most of the time, I am stubborn.   Just a random rant, trying to sort my thoughts.  

#personal #mental health #ye #I apologize to the entire entrapdak and clone fandom #even if I am afraid to do so to specific people on a personal basis #I understand why so many people exiled me #and I hope that new people are willing to give me a chance #since I am calm now #and am very self-aware of my problems #like hordak I am a defect #turns out I'm defective like entrapta too #I try to cultivate the entrapta-appraoch to failures #bipolar disorder

[amateur-deductions]

Observation, Assumptions, and Biases

Note: This post is based on another post I made years ago and later deleted, I thought it could still be useful, so I updated it and here it is

I’m sure most of you have already read a lot of posts about observation, and are now thinking “God, not this again”. but I’ll try to make this one as different as possible, let’s go through the basics quickly.

Observation is the first step in the deductive process, and its purpose is to gather as much information about the subject being observed as you possibly can. It doesn't just consist of looking at something, but using all your senses, (yes, sometimes even smell and taste). Now most people tell you to focus on getting all the small details about everything and don’t get me wrong, this is very important and you should try to acknowledge any small detail you can find, but the important part of observation is realising that the smallest details are just as important as the big obvious ones

/B U T H O W ?

I know the frustration of being told to observe and not knowing what to look for, I’ve been there myself. The answer to that question is everything, and this is what people don’t tell you. Observing is as simple as noting qualities about a subject, the more details you can find, the more qualities you can point out, “clay” you have to build your “bricks”.

There’s nothing specific you gotta be looking for, this is just observation, this is just getting the clay for your bricks, and it’s as simple as thinking “what can I see?” (or smell or touch, etc.), it just consists of raw information. For example, statements like "the man has a red tie" or "the tie has a small coffee stain" both count as perfectly good observations, and that’s all you have to do while in the observing stage. 

My advice would be, don’t overcomplicate it, you have to observe, just do that, no conclusions, no deductions, nothing, just observing, just gathering data. But obviously, you’re not a computer, you can’t store unlimited amounts of observations and information all in 30 or 40 seconds. If you try to observe and take note of everything you can possibly see or smell or touch, etc. About a subject, you’ll end up very confused, and probably exhausted (unless you’re writing them down). So my advice is this: take it step by step, object by object, if you’re looking at a tie, stick with the tie, if you feel you can move to another section without getting mixed up and remembering all the things you took note of, then go ahead, but don’t mix more than 3 or 4 sections, this will come later on in the process of deduction. You should take it bit by bit

/A S S U M P T I O N S

When we observe we must remain impartial, there's no room for baseless assumptions or jumping to conclusions automatically, this may be quite dangerous as it they, more often than not, are wrong. Unfortunately, the human brain makes rushed connections all the time, it's almost impossible to stop it from forming assumptions, after all an assumption is simply an idea, and you can’t kill an idea, you can, however, disprove it. When faced with an assumption, don’t try to forget about it, it only makes you think about it more, like telling you not to think of a pink elephant. Instead try to look for evidence that points towards or away from said assumption, if the evidence doesn’t point towards it, just discard it, and mark it as incorrect.

An important thing to note about assumptions is that just like what we call "hunches", they're simply your brain making some kind of connection between something you’re seeing and a piece of information you already have. This means that while they can be dangerous if taken as fact without a validation process, the fact that your brain made a connection between two things might still be worth exploring as an idea, why did you come to said assumption? what triggered? is it wrong, and if so, why? could some other element of it lead you down a correct path? all things to keep in mind, but always with the intent to find evidence that proves your ideas, and if you fail to do this, discarding them

/B I A S E S

The nightmare of every deductionist, a bias is basically your emotions and opinions playing a part in the logical process. While there is a part of deduction that requires emotion, the logical aspect of it must be kept away from these.

The way to approach biases is similar to assumptions since you need to check the reasoning behind every conclusion you reach to see if your deduction or observation is being affected by a bias. If a purely logical train of thought cannot be followed from evidence to conclusion, in other words, if at any point there's an emotional or illogical explanation for an observation in your train of thought, the process is being affected by biases and should be discarded.

Following the example of the tie, if you think the tie is ugly you're forming an opinion. You have to check the facts: do people seem to have negative reactions when noticing or talking about the tie specifically? if you can read that on people (for example, through the use of micro expressions in specific situations), and it seems to be an existing trend, then you can integrate that as a fact, but if it's simply your opinion it has no value in deduction

And that's it for this very simple but quite essential topic, as always if anyone has any questions or comments feel free to send them over and I'll answer them to the best of my ability.

Happy Observing!

-DV

#deduce #learning deduction #deductionist #deductive reasoning #deduction #sherlock #logic reasoning #observant #observation #profiling #psychology #logic #sherlock holmes #bbc sherlock #sherlock bbc #Sherlockian Deduction #How to think like Sherlock Holmes #study #studyblr #learning

[sailorsirius]

A Meeting With the Archangel Michael

Around the same time I realized I might be meeting Zachary this month, I came across a post on instagram. It was written by Archangelhypnosis, whom I’d started following a long time ago, but I didn’t normally see their posts because I do my best to limit how much scrolling I do.

The post was about this person’s experience realizing she was a twin, connecting with her twin in the higher plane, discovering that this being was in fact the archangel Michael, and then eventually meeting her twin in person.

And at this point, I was pretty deep in my resentment of the term “twin flames”, because everything I read about other people’s experiences just did not line up with mine and Zach’s at all. I’d even started wondering if we were something else entirely, tbh. But this person’s story just sounded so familiar that it made me cry. (Except for the part about archangels; I’m not saying Zachary’s not an angel or some similar entity, but if he is, I don’t know about it yet.)

So I messaged her. I told her how closely my story lined up with hers, and that I thought I might be meeting my twin in the flesh very soon. I asked her a couple questions, and she very kindly answered all of them and offered some advice.

What I learned from the Akashic Records reading I did about a year ago is that I should absolutely trust myself when I feel like I know things. My intuition is so much stronger and louder than I think it is–I don’t need to doubt myself or seek outside answers. And honestly, my MO is figuring things out by myself from scratch, forming my own methods, and drawing my own conclusions.

But I just had to know if I was really going to meet Zach soon, or if I was setting myself up for disappointment.

So I booked a reading.

The questions I asked

I had actually prepared like, a whole page of questions and notes ahead of time, but I ended up scrapping it because I knew I wouldn’t be able to be in the moment and focus on all the things I wanted to say and ask at the same time. I ended up leaving out the explanatory info, because if Michael could help me, then he wouldn’t need me to explain anything. I distilled my questions down to just a handful:

Are Zachary and I twin flames?

Who is Zachary? Who am I?

Can you tell me about some past lives of ours? Who is Jessie Traeger?

What are we here to do?

Are we meeting this weekend?

How it went

We met virtually. First Evie introduced herself, and then she introduced Luther–her partner, twin,  and the archangel Michael incarnate. (Y’all… have you ever wondered what an angel incarnate looks like? Luther is it.)

We chatted for a couple minutes and got to know each other. Then Evie set up a camera over the bed Luther would lie on. Luther got comfy, and then Evie did a quick group meditation for us. After that, Evie brought Luther down into a theta-brainwave state using SCHH, a quantum hypnosis technique. This allowed Michael to come through and communicate through Luther.

I asked my questions. Michael speaks slowly and quietly and tends toward longwindedness, so Evie translated and rephrased as necessary. And when I was done, Evie brought Luther back to consciousness and asked him if he remembered anything from the session. Typically he doesn’t, but this time, he did.

What I learned

My extremely close relationship with Zachary

I could barely even get the question about whether Zach and I are twins out before Michael blurted very loudly and clearly, “YES.” It almost made me laugh, like he was saying, duh, of course you are. We’ve been through many, many cycles together (which I can attest to), dealt with challenge after challenge together, and fulfilled countless contracts. Our connection is so strong because we’ve done all this work together. Which tracks to me, because I’ve always felt like one of the ways my experience differs from other twin flames’ is that I feel like we’re already deeply unified. Other twins seem to have a task to complete together or a grand lesson to learn from each other, but Zachary and I don’t. Further to this point, multiple people have sensed a duality about me, as well as a nebulous, amorphous, flowing sense of masculine and feminine combined. And then there’s the whole bodyswapping thing.

Who we are and what we’re here to do

This wasn’t overly clear to me–Michael got quiet here, but what I heard was “galactic council”, and things about the trading of energy and information as well as higher-dimensional civilizations. This resonated with me because as I’ve mentioned before, I don’t really know how to describe how uncomfortable I am inside a human body and being so limited. But also, this place–this whole planet, this global civilization, has so much wrong with it that I just Know can be fixed, and I’m kind of eternally struggling against the fact that it can be and very much IS better in other places, and being frustrated that it’s not fixed yet. And I think that comes from still not fully knowing what place I take in this council–if I take one at all–and what my higher self knows and remembers.

And the reason why I feel like there’s nothing in particular that Zachary and I are here to do, and why in a lot of my dreams he just wants to be near me and we’re not really doing much–it’s because our purpose here is to take a vacation. To relax, to heal, to just be with and love each other. We’ve earned it, we deserve it. This makes a ton of sense to me too because I feel like I came into this life bone-tired and world-weary. I don’t want to work, I don’t want to labor to live, I want to fucking rest.

I’m meeting him this weekend

If it’s the timeline he’s thinking of, Michael said, then yes, we’ll be meeting at Comicpalooza.

I fucking knew it.

Having gone through this experience himself reuniting with Evie, he advised me that I control this situation and that it’s up to me to see that it gets done. Letting negative energy cause doubt and interference would be detrimental, but that ultimately, I’m absolutely strong enough to see myself through this, and that I got this.

I’m so fucking excited I can’t stand it oh my god.

Who is Jessica Traeger?

A few of you might know me as Jessie Traeger. This name, like so many other things, came to me for no apparent reason one day and just Felt Right. Jessie as a name is so familiar to me, and it’s what Zach calls me, just the same way I call him Zach. Traeger, as you may have guessed, is Zachary’s last name.

It didn’t really occur to me until this reading to wonder where this name came from. Whether it was my name in a past life or a future one, or if it’s someone I know in a different realm.

Michael couldn’t tell me. He wasn’t willing to interfere, as there’d be more information coming to me soon. I respect that and am intrigued, to say the least 👀

Other things of note

We got through my questions pretty quickly and had some time to spare. Michael was kind enough to agree to answer more questions if I had any, so I took the opportunity to ask some things–surprisingly, or maybe not, I asked things that came to me right then, rather than going back through my original list of questions.

I asked about the artifact room

This is a place I don’t think I’ve written about here yet, but it’s somewhere I went in a dream once… which I’m realizing now was astral projecting, not dreaming. I’ve visited it several other times since then via meditation and other routes. I’ll write a post about it if I think of it, but basically it’s a place with a bunch of artifacts unknown on Earth, and at the end of a long hallway is an office–Zachary’s office. Michael told me that some things he doesn’t have authority to say, but since mine and Zach’s connection is so close, he felt okay with telling me that it’s an office of affairs dealing with energetic codes, which are delicate and protected. The galactic council sometimes meets here, and Zachary does in fact work there.

The thing that Luther said he remembered after he came out of hypnosis was this symbol. He described it as a glowing blue crest on a dark background, and that inside the triangle were infinitely intricate smaller symbols.

I get the distinct feeling that I’m now allowed to know more than that right now, but more will come in time. I think I might know what the symbol is, but I don’t think I should say.

(The symbol Luther remembered seeing after the session)

I also asked about Aarón

Michael described him as a commander of sorts, but said he couldn’t tell me at this time what work he does or where he falls within the chain of command; we’ve been connected in various ways over many lifetimes, and there are things he knows about me and Zach that we don’t know about each other yet.

I’m not sure how this fits with how he’s appeared to me since I’ve known him, but tbh, figuring it out is not at the top of my list right now. At the moment, I’m happy to have helped him heal, and I’m grateful that he’s provided me with some safe places to practice my own healing. He’s not around all the time, but when he is, I know he’s looking out for me, and I’m looking out for him.

My thoughts afterward

I’ll admit–unlike the Akashic Records reading, I felt pretty nervous afterward. I did get to rehash the session with Evie and Luther afterward, and it was very cool and humbling to be able to offer what information I know about the Pleiadeans–or at least my family–to them, whether they may already have known this info or not. It was very heartening not to be a completely new and tiny infant baby for a second and to be able to offer my own knowledge.

What I’m nervous about isn’t necessarily meeting Zach and the process of it or how it’ll go, because I Know (that higher-dimensional knowing) that will be absolutely incredible in every way. I know we’ll know each other and there will be no doubt. I’m nervous about–or maybe dreading is a better word–the anxiety will come during the lead-up, and the exhaustion of constantly coaching myself.

Still… it’ll absolutely be worth it.

I’m so incredibly grateful to have met these people and for their kindness and communication!

If you have questions about twin flames, incarnation, or angels, I highly recommend checking out Archangelhypnosis’ instagram. If you’re interested in seeing what a reading with Evie and Luther is like, definitely check out their youtube channel.

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#readings #zachary #cosmic twins #twin flames #jessie #artifact room #aarón #alien papers

[kisilinramblings]

The ending scenes of Wishmaker had a lot of development and foreshadowing. 

On the positive note, both Adrien and Marinette are moving on. The theme of the future isn’t as scary for them anymore. They feel ready to tackle it on even though they were so lost at the beginning of the episode.

Adrien (as he is looking a picture of him with his mom) : I may not remember my childhood dream, but that’s okay. It’s time to focus on the future and find my inner music like Luka said.

Adrien steps forward and while he accepts part of his past, he decides that what matters is what is ahead of him. He sets himself in a quest to find himself. Which contrasts with his scene with Kagami inside the art club at the beginning of Lies where he thought he knew himself.

Kagami : These are all modeling poses. Try something that is more natural, more you.

Adrien : What about meow! Err.. I mean, now.

Kagami : No. You are not at all natural. 

Adrien : Yes, I am. I promise. This is the real me.

Kagami : No! It’s you when you are being silly.

Adrien : What if I’m being silly I’m really me?

Adrien has arrived at a point where he is questionning where he stands. He said so at the beginning of the episode. Both about his civilian and superhero sides of him.

Plagg : Don’t you want to continue to model?

Adrien : I don’t think so, Plagg. I’m doing it now because my father asked me to and I realize now I don’t know what else I want to do. I’ve never asked myself that question...

Plagg : What do you think of Chat Noir as a career?

Adrien : Well, since Ladybug keeps giving Miraculous out to other Holders, one day, she’ll probably won’t need me anymore.

Adrien realizes his life and role is either controlled or dependant of others because he personally doesn’t know what he wants for himself. And this is one of the reasons that lead for Chat Blanc’s akumatization to turn awry. Because he was torn and lost. Because the two most important people of his life were trying to influence him in opposite direction when he was in an extreme vulnerable mental state that didn’t allow him to think for himself.  And because he lost control of himself, his powers went out of control too.

And in that timeline, because he was living a dream, CB!Adrien had never mentally prepared himself to find his own voice before the reality punch him in the face.

Now, it is too early to say that Chat Blanc has been fully avoided, because there is still a lot of work to do, but after Wishmaker (along with Optigami, Sentibubbler and Rocketear), Adrien is on the right path to find his voice and find what he truly wants for himself.

As for Marinette...

Marinette (facing the choices ahead of her) : You know what? I’ve decided I’ll do it all! I’ll be Ladybug. I’ll design clothes, jewelry, furnitures, space rockets! I’ll be Luka’s best friend and I will love Adrien!

Fluff : But how are you going to do it at the same time?

The choice of Fluff in this particular scene is very clever. 

Fluff is the Kwami of Evolution and is heavily associated to time. Their Miraculous is a watch and their superpower allows their holder to time-travel.

But there is more to that. It is a recall to Timetagger. To a discussion Ladybug had with Bunnyx. 

Bunnyx : You can always count on Ladybug. With her around, every problem has a solution. 

Ladybug : How I ever get to be like that...?

Bunnyx : By growing up, Minibug.

This was how Marinette was. Unsure, overhelmed. But look at her now. 

Marinette : I don’t know how yet, but yes, I can do this!

She is boasting with confidence. She is accepting herself how she is. She is most probably chasing two hares at the same time, but she also accepts she will drop it sometimes too. She is confident she can rebound. But while I love how determined she is and isn’t scared of the unknown variables (for now), I cannot help but notice she appears to have forgotten something.

In her enumeration, she forgets to count Chat Noir, her partner. I am a bit worry about this. Being Ladybug means many things to her, but I’m afraid she is solely focusing on the duty of her job and doesn’t realize she is lacking on the human relationship aspect of her job with her partner. 

I mean, it’s great that Marinette loves herself now and feels she can face anything now. It’s a great step she has accomplished since the end of S3 and the show is not subtil about it at all xD Like...

Right after she has come to her conclusions, we get Fabulous Alec appearing on screen with the moral.

Alec : And now we are going to love one another, starting with everyone loving themselves! Because how are you going to love other people if you don’t love yourself?

And both Marinette and Adrien have accomplished that. They have evolved from the selves they were back at the end of Truth and Lies. But now, Adrien needs to build himself enough to face his father, but also to find his place in Ladybug’s team. And Marinette needs to have some important discussions with her partner.

And this is summed up in the ending card

Fabulous Alec is the manifestation of self-love and he reaches everyone with his light, shielding them from Shadow Moth. There are also music notes that creates a barrier. Because Luka’s music allegories have made an impact on both Marinette and Adrien. 

Marinette has her music note and it is as if she owns it. Adrien doesn’t have any note nearby him because he has just begun his personal quest.

We see Ladybug and Chat Noir fighting together while being watched over by Luka who now knows both superherores’ secret identity.

Also, please note where Adrien is place in the picture. He is at the bottom right. And it feels like Adrien is leaving the frame completely. And to be himself, he may need to continue to distance himself in the process. But it also places him in the complete opposite direction where Shadow Moth is. Adrien is heading in a different direction that Shadow Moth AKA Gabriel AKA his father might want him to stay. 

As for Marinette/Ladybug, she is not noticing the growing distance occuring.

#miraculous ladybug #ml season 4 #ml s4 spoilers #ml spoilers #wishmaker #ml s4ep18 #ml analysis

[nattikay]

So that “Nine Realms” httyd spinoff is a thing apparently...admittedly haven’t watched it myself, but I saw some clips as well as the reviews and uh...yeah, I think imma pass on this one, it looks....pretty bad. I don’t necessarily think the general concept of exploring the httyd universe a thousand years in the future is the worst thing ever, but from what I’ve seen the execution of said concept was just....yyyyyyyyeah, not great. 😬

But of course, I can’t resist the urge to whip up a fun redesign every once in a while, so here’s my take on the main dragon, Thunder. (I might do some of the other dragons as well at some point, though I don’t plan to touch the new human characters because wow i just d o n ’ t  c a r e )

I did a lot of thinkin’ about the future of the Fury species given that Toothless is canonically the last Night Fury (confirmed not only by the film but also by the director or writer or something iirc, so no I don’t want to hear any “but maybe there was another population hiding somewhere!!1!” in the notes. Don’t get me wrong, I think it would be awesome if it were true and I’m sure it makes for fun fanfics, but it’s simply not canon so I’m not going to be assuming it for these purposes.) At first I was skeptical whether the black/bicolor scale coloration would still persist after a thousand years of Toothless’s descendants interbreeding with Light Furies, but upon further consideration, and assuming Fury color genes work similarly to those of cats, I came the conclusion that yes, bicolor Furies could indeed still be a thing (and we could eventually even get fully black ones again)--but I think I’m gonna save those details for a separate post, tomorrow maybe. Don’t wanna bog this one down any more than it already will be).

However, while it would be theoretically possible for Thunder to still have his canon color pattern despite being so many generations removed from Toothless, I really wanted to emphasize his Light Fury genes, since that’s what he’d mostly be, so I increased the ratio of white scales. Also went ahead and gave him a primarily Light Fury body structure--fins instead of spikes, less nubs (albeit slightly longer ones than a standard Light Fury), the like. oh and also the general adjustment of giving the boi some actual torso because good golly why is it so short--

Lastly gave him a proper Fury tail rather than whatever the heck that triple-fin thing is supposed to be. I assume that they were going for “oh the dragons evolved while they were away” but the change just seems so...arbitrary. So a standard two tailfins he gets, with a shape somewhere in-between those of the standard Night and Light Furies (his wings are a similar in-between).

He can keep the little lightning-shaped blaze tho that’s kinda cool I like it

Aaaaaand there you have it, a far-future Night Light who doesn’t look like someone took an off-model plastic Toothless toy, repainted it, and tacked on a few arbitrary extra features with clay :)

#how to train your dragon #httyd #nine realms #thunder #my art

[littlepadika]

Calling Home (1) | Frankie Morales x Reader

Summary: You are a receptionist at the VA. Frankie Morales keeps calling. Yearning ensues...

Rating: M -> E in later chapters

Warnings: fem!reader, age gap (legal), praise kink, voice kink, discussion of addiction/PTSD/trauma, no use of y/n, no beta reader, reader is bad at Spanish, Frankie has a sexy voice 😩

Masterlist here

AN: My first fic. Pedro writers have inspired me to finally start writing again 🥺. Concept inspired by the movie RED. I hope you like it ❤️Set after triple frontier.

Chapter One

~~~~~~~~~~~

The first time he called was an ordinary Thursday.

“Veterans Affairs, how can I help you?”

You had been working at the VA office for about two weeks. Fresh out of college you felt lucky to have a job in the first place. You went to school to be a writer but your big idea for 'The Next Great American Novel' had yet to present itself. At least here you had access to the most inspiring stories and interesting people. Men and women who had seen more and done more than you probably would in your entire life. You loved talking to clients on the phone. It was weird but something about only being able to hear people’s voices excited you. You would sometimes write little stories in your head about the people you'd talk to, filling in the details that were unknown.

Your desk accessories reflected your love of books and writing. You had your growing collection of books sitting on your desk sandwiched between baby pink bookends. Next to them was a matching desk organizer filled with your favorite sparkly pens and sticky notes. You had decorated the plain cubicle walls with posters of quotes from your favorite books. You also brought your favorite candle from home. Even though you couldn’t light it you still liked to lift it to your nose once and a while and smell it between chapters. When you weren’t on the phone or scanning documents you would read. You finished To Kill A Mockingbird in your first week on the job and were now halfway through Murder on the Orient Express.

You were starting a new chapter when Frankie Morales called the first time.

You picked up the phone on the second ring already mustering your chipper 'customer service' voice. “Veterans affairs.” You stated your name. “How may I help you?”

“H-Hi. My name is Frankie- uh-Francisco Morales." A deep voice answered you. "I’m calling because I have gotten my benefits check yet. It’s been a month. I was hoping you could tell me if it got sent?”

“Okay Mr. Morales." You flipped on the computer. "Let me check. Can you spell your last name for me?”

“M-o-r-a-l-e-s”

“Okay... let's see.” You clicked on his account. You were momentarily distracted by his picture likely taken when he graduated basic if you had to guess based off the uniform. He looked sweet. Sharp nose and strong jaw balanced by kind eyes and a shy smile. You could imagine how age would continue to soften his expression making him even more handsome. The image was a strange juxtaposition to the voice you were hearing on the phone which was much deeper and rougher. His profile said he was special forces. A pilot. The rest of the information was blacked out. Something you were used to seeing on many people's accounts but even his years of service were redacted. He must have been involved in some dangerous stuff, you thought to yourself. The dates that were not redacted were mostly in Latin America. You clicked over to processing requests. “Looks like the check got sent one week ago.” You informed him.

"I'll look again but I haven't seen anything-" It sounded like he was apologizing when clearly it was not his fault.

"No no. It's probably a mistake on our end." You interrupted. With how shitty and outdated the payroll interface was you wouldn't be surprised if there was a mix up. "I’ll go ahead and let payroll know to send another."

"Great. Thanks." He replied sounding relieved. The roughness in his voice gave way to a smooth baritone.

“No problem. I'm sorry for any inconvenience it may have caused. We'll get it sent right away." You hoped he was not relying on this benefit check for anything important. While you could promise you'd fix the problem, the administration was notoriously slow. When he didn't respond you asked, "Is there anything else I can help you with today, Mr. Morales?”

“Uh-no" The roughness back in place. "Thank you." He paused before adding your name onto his thank you which made you smile. People usually never remembered your name.

“Alright. Have a nice day and thank you for your service.” You chirped before hanging up. The smile he put on your face lingered for a few minutes as you returned to your book.

The next time he called was exactly twelve days later.

“Veterans affairs” you answered, your routine greeting cut short as your eyes were still on your book.

“Hi- I’m calling because uh I still haven’t gotten my benefits check. This is Frankie Morales.”

“Oh Mr. Morales.” You recognized his voice even before he even said his name. You quickly shut your book, pushing your hair out of your face. Had you been thinking about him? No! Okay maybe you stared at his picture for a few minutes longer after he hung up. Yes, it was probably very unprofessional but you couldn't fight the curiosity. You were trying to rationalize the contrasting sharpness and softness of his features with his voice. How it all worked together. How one person's voice could change textures and colors so easily. You wondered what kind of things this man might have seen on the job. Most of the veterans you would help day to day did not have so many redacted missions and deployments. You were in the middle of Narcos season one so you immediately thought of drugs or something equally dangerous. After much pondering, you had come to the conclusion that Frankie Morales was both insanely attractive and insanely courageous. “Still no check, huh?”

“Nope.” He sighed the sound making the phone's shitty speaker crackle as you held it to your ear.

“Let me just check that it was approved...“ you found his profile again and scrolled to the status page. “Hmm... it says it was sent out last Friday after we spoke. That’s so weird...”

“Yeah. Really weird.” He echoed your frustration on the other end.

Typical payroll, you thought to yourself as you rolled your eyes. “I'll get another one sent to you right away. I'll see to it myself.” You tucked the phone under your chin and typed out a short email to Mary in payroll letting her know you'd be stopping by her office to explain the situation. You realized he hadn't hung up yet.

“Sorry for the back and forth.” You said, trying to fill the silence.

“It’s not your fault." The earlier irritation gone. "You’ve been really helpful.” His voice sounded warm and reassuring. Less gruff than it was last you spoke. Instead it was that rich baritone that you caught of glimpse of last time.

You feel your face warm at his compliment. It was this annoying reflex you had. Praise always made you blush no matter what context but it was worse when it came from a (you assume) gorgeous stranger.

“And just to verify that your address is correct- you’re on Maple Lane in Miami, Florida?”

“That’s right.” He confirmed.

“Okay. Sent!” You clicked send on the email, which caused the window to close and reveal Frankie’s profile page again. “I was curious-" You spoke before you really made the decision to speak. You didn’t want to overstep but once again your curiosity got the better of you. Honestly, you were just searching for a way to keep him on the phone. The day had been so boring.

“Your profile says you were stationed in Costa Rica.”

“For a bit.” He replied after a moment. He didn’t sound too defensive but there was definitely some tightness in his answer that made you feel bad for asking. Like you were scratching a wound.

“Did you like it? The country I mean.”

“Are you planning a trip?” He sounds a little amused.

“Yeah- well- kind of. It's more a trip in my head right now. I’d like to go there one day. It looks so beautiful.” You sighed closing your eyes trying to imagine the heat on your skin.

“It is." He agrees. "Really humid though.”

“Mm that sounds nice.” You would kill for some warm weather after such a long winter in DC.

“It was too muggy for me at times." He grumbled. "If you do go, stick to the costal areas where it’s more breezy or else you’ll just be sweating the whole time.”

“I don’t mind a little sweat” you shrugged, still thinking of the awful east coast winter you were currently suffering through. The sexual connotation of what you said hit you hard as soon as you heard the statement in its entirety. You felt your face flush again, though the man on the other end would never know.

“I’m learning Spanish!" You announced loudly trying to move the conversation past your awkwardness.

“Wow. Muy impressivo.”

“Si” you replied but after a moment you admit “I don’t really know what you said.”

Frankie laughed loudly on the other end and you couldn’t help but join in, drawing dirty looks from the elderly lady, Donna, working in the cubicle across from you. You ducked your head behind a stack of papers to avoid her glare.

“Fake it till you make it.” He chuckled.

“Maybe you should help me out.” You took on an indigent but still playful tone. “You sound better than duolingo” Your smile widened when he laughed again. His laugh was what you hoped it would be, by all your assumptions from his picture. It was an unencumbered, unburdened, rich sound with only a hit of roughness from the air behind it.

“Tell me you’re not using that dumb app to learn.” he scoffed, saying your name in an almost scolding tone.

“I’m got my thirty day streak today.” You boasted.

“You’ll be a total tourist if you go by duolingo.”

“But the owl is so cute every time I get something right!” You argued your voice taking on a more childish cadence.

“That’s how they trap you, silly girl.” He teased right back. Usually such a condescending nickname would piss you off but something about the affection behind him using it made you feel very differently. You felt warm like you were proud to be silly as long as it made him laugh.

“Then you saved me just in time, Mr. Morales.” You bit your lip. His scoffing and laughter died down on the other end.

“Frankie” He corrects you.

“Frankie…” You repeated it, smiling at how well the nick name suited the voice over the phone. Honest, sincere, and not pretentious at all. Way better than the pompous guys you know with equally stuffy names like “Edward” and “Christopher.”

“So what do you want to know?” Frankie interrupted your thoughts. “Dime”

You started asking him questions in Spanish to the best of your ability. Granted they weren't particularly probing questions. What is your name? What is your favorite color? What is your favorite animal? What's your favorite book? I am reading Gone Girl. He answered them all with patience and amusement, occasionally interrupting you to correct your pronunciation or explain what a word meant. Every time you’d repeat the word back correctly he would say something like “good” or “there you go” or “you got it”. You hated to admit that his kind words and his praise was doing something to you. You didn't even realize you were clenching your legs together unconsciously, almost in anticipation of his next correction or next answer. His low voice so sweet and encouraging against your ear, more tangible when he was speaking Spanish. You just wanted to hear more of it. Would it be this sweet in other situations? Would it get huskier or rougher? If you closed your eyes it was like he was sitting right next to you. It would be all too easy to slip into that daydream and escape the dull office.

Suddenly out of the corner of your drooping eyes you saw a flashing red light on the phone console meaning another caller was waiting.

“Shoot- i’m sorry, Frankie- I have to take this call.” You shot forward in your chair, legs uncrossing.

“Of-Of course. I should let you get back to work.” He sounded a little sad or so you hoped. You felt bad for interrupting him after you both were having so much fun. You wanted to say he could wait on hold but he killed that idea when he said, "I have work too. Technically I'm five minutes past my lunch break."

Your pout turned to a smile. He was spending his precious lunch break with you? Get a grip! you snapped at yourself.

“You’re welcome to call again if you want.” You threw out the offer in a small voice, scared you would be rejected. You peered over the cubicle wall to see if you were still being glared at. Thankfully Donna was away from her desk. Probably out for a smoke. “It’s really boring here and usually no one calls.”

“Maybe I will.” He replied and you could hear the smile behind those words. You felt your heart clench weirdly in your chest like it didn't know how to process the sudden spike in emotions.

“Bye, Frankie.” You beamed.

“Bye”

This time the smile on your face lasted for hours. Frankie’s laugh echoed around in your head, taunting you, sending your mind to the gutter. His voice went from grit to molasses on a dime. You wanted to be the one to bring out those sounds. You wanted to hear his voice bend and stretch and strain as you fucked him. What the hell is wrong with me? you screamed internally. You had never been so depraved and with a stranger no less! You clearly needed to get laid fast because this much yearning would not end well.

Frankie got the second VA check a few days later and this time he didn’t even feel bad about ripping it in half. He was already reaching for the phone to call you.

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[comfortbucky]

I asked for the doctor!bucky andd you don't have to write but I forgot to ask... He is like a really busy doctor and it surprises the female reader that he is going to do her stitches... Wanda is his assistant. He has to give you a pain numbing shot in your cut and he comforts you when you scream and writh in pain... Thanks xxx

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pairing: doctor!bucky x fem!reader

warnings: descriptions of bloody injuries, medical settings, stitches, needles

A/N: omg i’ve never written for doctor!bucky before so i’m excited hehe :) thank u for ur request! // i changed around who was administering the numbing agent and doing the stitches btw i hope u don't mind, just made more sense in my head for bucky to be able to comfort her if his hands are free!

hope u enjoy! <3 sorry if this isn't that good asjdfhaldf

Y/L/N = your last name

also let me just indulge myself and sprinkle some of my own experiences in this bc a couple months ago i literally slammed my head into a wall and cut my eyelid😃nothing bad enough to get stitches but i do have a scar💗

word count: 2k

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completed requests!

“Y/N! Come quick!”

Y/N was digging through her dresser for a sweater when her roommate, Darcy, called out for her. She lifted her head up and spun it without thinking, completely forgetting that her dresser was situated in the corner of her room, slamming her head into the wall.

Her ears started to ring and she bent over in laughter, her natural response to pain, as tears threatened to fall down her face.

“Y/N?” Darcy was met by silence, Y/N struggling to respond, her body overcome with laughter so hard she was inaudible. Concerned that Y/N had knocked herself out cold, Darcy peeked her head around the corner of Y/N’s doorway, to find her hurled over, a hand over her left eye, drops of crimson blood on the ground.

“Holy shit, are you okay?” Y/N lifted her head, calming down from her fit of laughter, and nodded.

“Yeah, of course, this would happen to me,” she replied chuckling, taking a tissue from Darcy to put pressure on her cut.

Carefully making her way to a mirror, Y/N grabbed her phone on the way. She stared at her reflection and slowly removed the tissue from her face to examine the extent of her injury. It was steadily bleeding, most likely a bad sign. Y/N placed her tissue back over her cut and reached for her phone and Facetimed her friend Matt, an EMT.

“Hello- What the fuck happened to you?”

“Hi Matt,” she replied, shooting him a grin through the screen. “Slammed my head against the wall, by accident.”

“I would hope so,” he sighed. “Let me guess, you’re wondering whether you should go to the ER or not?”

“You know me so well, Matty.”

“Has it stopped bleeding?” Y/N removed the tissue and felt a warm liquid trail down the side of her face.

“No.”

“Go to the ER, please.” She groaned.

If there was one place in the world she despised, it was a hospital. But Y/N knew she wouldn’t be able to convince either of her friends otherwise, and dragged her feet as she reluctantly followed Darcy to her car.

It was a normal night in the ER, which meant a fury of organized chaos. Bucky found himself needed in 6 places, all at the same time. But this was an environment that he had become accustomed to, almost finding comfort in the madness of it all. Although the ER was bustling with patients, there weren’t any injuries that were very severe, mostly just broken bones and lacerations. Simple enough to the point where Bucky felt like he was operating on autopilot mode. Going through the motions of whatever task he needed to do, but not anything more than that. He felt numb. For the last several years of his life, the hospital was all that he knew. Bucky kept himself busy with work, leaving him with only a small social circle and his cat, Alpine. It was enough for him, but he never really felt complete. Which is why he threw himself into his work, drowning out his inner thoughts about a missing piece he never thought he’d find.

“Dr. Barnes, paging Dr. Barnes to bed 25.”

Bucky took a quick sip of his coffee and sighed before heading off to see his next patient. Wanda appeared from around the corner and started walking with him.

“This one’s a simple laceration, just might need stitches.” Bucky nodded in response to her, keeping his eyes straight ahead.

She was one of the select few who he considered a friend. Which was a little odd considering he was an attending and she was only a resident. But she was a good student, a fast learner, and one of the only residents he was ever willing to work with. He took her under his wing, fostering a friendship by spending time together in his office, reviewing various medical cases and files.

“Alright, you up to do them?”

Wanda came to a halt, Bucky taking a couple steps before looking back at her, tilting his head, waiting for a response.

“Y-Yeah, yes!” She stammered. “T-thank you, Dr. Barnes.” He nodded his head and turned back around to continue walking, Wanda close behind.

Y/N was sat on the edge of the bed, one hand holding a blood-soaked tissue over her left eye. Her leg was bouncing, a nervous tic she had developed from a young age. The adrenaline had worn off, forcing her to feel a throbbing pain, her eyes brimming with tears. She avoided crying in front of people whenever possible, so as soon as Darcy left to grab some coffee and snacks from the cafeteria, she let the floodgates open. The sound of footsteps approaching made her freeze and she used her sleeves to sloppily wipe away the tears that were streaming down her face.

“Ms. Y/L/N?”

A firm, but somehow also gentle, voice called out to her before the curtain was pulled open to reveal a tall man with dark brown hair, a stubbly beard, and stunningly blue eyes standing next to a woman with blazing red hair and contrasting green eyes. Y/N’s gaze was immediately fixated on the man’s eyes, unable to look away for a moment, before she realized she was staring. She quickly looked down and cleared her throat.

“Y/N, you can just call me Y/N.”

The man nodded and set down his clipboard at the end of the bed before speaking.

“I’m Dr. Barnes and this is Dr. Maximoff.” The woman gave a slight wave as she began charting on a computer. “Can I take a look at your eye?”

Y/N nodded, feeling her anxiety rise as the doctor pulled some gloves on and approached her.

He pulled over a stool to sit on and carefully removed the tissue that Y/N had been holding in place to assess the injury. While Bucky looked at her cut, he stole a glance to study the rest of her face. He couldn't help but take note of the pained look on her face, her eyes still watery and her button nose red from crying. It was the first time in a long time that he felt a twinge of pain while looking at someone's injury, that he felt practically anything at all during a shift. She felt his warm breaths on her face for a moment before he pulled away and replaced her bloody tissue with some gauze.

“Do you mind if she takes a look as well?” Y/N nodded again. Bucky got up from the stool, allowing Wanda to take his spot and assess her eye.

“So it looks like you just need 2 or 3 stitches, very simple procedure.”

Y/N felt her entire body tense up at Wanda's conclusion. She could barely stand sitting in a hospital bed alone and now she was about to get poked and prodded with needles. Bucky noticed and attempted to ease her worries.

"We'll administer a numbing agent, so you won't feel any pain, just pressure at the site."

She looked up at Bucky, who had a kind, tired expression on his face. It looked like he was having a long night and she didn't want to make his job any more difficult than it probably already was. Y/N gave him a small nod and Wanda started to gather the necessary supplies.

She laid back in bed with Wanda and Bucky sitting next to each other on her left. Her hands were folded on her stomach, eyes shut.

"You're gonna feel a slight pinch, okay?" She nodded and bit her lip to try and distract herself.

Wanda proceeded to administer the numbing shot and Y/N squeezed her hands tight, whimpering in pain. Bucky observed the pained expression on her face and placed a hand on her forearm, reflexively rubbing his thumb in small circles. When Wanda pulled the needle out, Y/N slowly fluttered her eyes open and was greeted by Bucky's warm smile. A blush crept to her cheeks and she turned her attention to the ceiling. Immediately, Bucky realized how unprofessional his action was and removed his hand. He had no idea what had come over him, but he'd never felt so drawn to someone like this before.

"Now I'm going to do the stitches, okay? You should just feel a slight pressure." Just as before, Y/N shut her eyes after Wanda spoke and gripped her hands tight. She felt the pressure that Wanda was talking about and couldn't help but squirm at the feeling. Another wave of anxiety rushed over her and she felt herself start to hyperventilate.

Wanda removed the needle and quickly turned to Bucky, a panicked look on her face. He gave her a reassuring look before speaking softly.

"Y/N? Do you think you could hold still for just a little longer?" She opened her eyes, brimming with tears.

"Sorry, I just, I hate needles." Y/N fiddled with her hands as she kept her gaze up, trying to avoid the tears from escaping. Bucky felt his heart sink in his chest at the sight.

"What do you think would help you relax?"

Thoughts ran through her head as she tried to find a solution to relieve her anxiety. Y/N thought back to when she was young and chuckled, remembering a stuffed whale that she got at an aquarium, that went everywhere with her.

"This is stupid but, when I was a kid, I would carry around this stuffed animal around and it helped to hold it whenever I had to get shots."

Bucky thought for a moment and ran a hand through his hair, wondering if he was going to regret the words about to leave his mouth.

"You could hold my hand."

Y/N and Wanda both looked at him with surprised expressions, regret instantly hitting him.

"If you're comfortable with it," he quickly clarified. Y/N felt the corner of her mouth curve into a smile as she nodded.

She laid back down and Bucky took her hand in his. The instant transfer of heat soothed Y/N and she shut her eyes to allow Wanda to get to work.

When she felt the pressure on her eye again, her hand automatically gripped Bucky's tighter, and he squeezed it back to help calm her. Y/N focused on the callousness of his hands, how his hand seemed to fit into hers perfectly. Suddenly, she was thinking about his eyes again, those glimmering blue eyes. Blue was always a calming color for her, reminiscent of her trip to the aquarium where she got her beloved stuffed whale. As she felt Bucky's thumb gently rub the top of her hand, she realized that her whale could never provide as much comfort as he did.

Bucky felt a sense of pride as he watched the tension in Y/N's face disappear. Suddenly, he found his eyes wandering, looking at the loose strands of hair on the right side of her face, the rosiness of her cheeks, how she glowed. His heart started to palpate and Bucky realized a flame had kindled inside him. He was feeling again.

"All done!" Wanda chirped, stepping aside to let Bucky check her work. He smiled at her patted her on the back with his free hand.

"You did good." Wanda beamed and thanked him, walking away to complete her charting.

Y/N's eyes fluttered open, still feeling the warmth of Bucky's hand in hers. He greeted her with a tender smile and slowly helped her up, placing his other hand on the small of her back.

"See? Wasn't that bad after all," he grinned, releasing her hand. Y/N's smile faltered, missing his touch, and nodded.

"Thank you, Dr. Barnes."

"Bucky," he stated. She raised an eyebrow. "Call me Bucky."

The pair stared at each other in silence, enjoying each other's presence before the PA system snapped them both out of their trance.

"Dr. Barnes, paging Dr. Barnes to bed 16."

Bucky sighed, slowly getting up from his seat.

"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you, Y/N."

"You too, Bucky."

He turned around and was about to pull the curtain open when he paused, turning back around to face Y/N, scratching the back of his head. It took one look at her face and Bucky knew he didn't want to let her go just yet.

"Would you like to get coffee sometime?" She beamed up at him and Bucky felt his knees go weak.

"I would like that very much." He chuckled in disbelief and smiled.

Bucky had finally found his missing piece.

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[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 315: I Didn’t Expect This to Blow Up

Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi was all “guess which plot that you thought was dead is actually not dead and is making a comeback!” and we were all “EVIL HPSC??” and he was all “girl you know it,” and that’s the story of how we got a sexy Lady Nagant flashback with lots of guns and murder. Flashback!Lady was all “gotta murder peeps to preserve the people’s trust,” but then a little while later she was like “actually wait that makes no sense,” and so she shot her evil boss and they sent her to jail. Back in the present, Deku was all “okay fair, the hero system might in fact be a little fucked up, but hear me out... have you considered not helping AFO take over the world so he can murder like a bazillion more innocent people??” The chapter ended with the not-all-there Overhaul finally revealing himself to Deku, and I honestly have no idea where this is gonna go.

Today on BnHA: In what is unfortunately the single worst plan ever concocted by anyone in BnHA, Nagant is all “I’m going to try and get this Deku kid to panic and freeze up by putting someone in mortal danger.” Deku is all, “[doesn’t panic and freeze up at the sight of someone in mortal danger].” Nagant is all “omg no way.” Deku, who is now all of a sudden being so OP that even I have to acknowledge that it’s OP lol, is all “[smashes Nagant’s gun arm to bits]”, which sucks but is also really cool, and which also apparently makes Nagant decide that she actually likes this kid after all. Deku is all “NAGANT I REALLY LIKE YOU AND THINK YOU’RE GREAT SO PLEASE JOIN UP WITH ME AND STOP BEING EVIL.” Nagant is all “aw shucks (✿ •͈ᴗ•͈) well okay then” and everyone is all “( ･◡･) ✰ ( ˆᴗˆ ) ( ᵘ ᵕ ᵘ ⁎)” and then Nagant FUCKING EXPLODES LIKE AN EGG IN THE MICROWAVE AND FALLS TO HER DEATH!!!! except not really because Hawks saves her??? In conclusion, (a) THE FUCK, and (b) AFO TURN ON YOUR LOCATION I JUST WANT TO TALK.

so I have to tell you guys something, which is that barely ten minutes after I made that “please don’t send me spoilers” post the other day, someone replied to the comments in a stunning fit of “tell me that you’re twelve without actually telling me you’re twelve” energy and posted what seemed to be the copy-pasted spoiler summary from reddit or twitter or whatever lol. so here is my good news/bad news rundown of all that

good news: I have very well-conditioned ABORT!! reflexes and have trained myself to immediately look away from the screen (usually in dramatic fashion) as soon as I realize that whatever I’m reading is a spoiler

bad news: unfortunately as I was subsequently deleting said comments, I accidentally read the very last one

good news??: said spoiler was so unbelievably, absurdly over-the-top that I’m almost positive this person was just trolling. like, there’s just no way lmao

bad news: but in the unlikely event that it is true I will absolutely lose my shit I swear to god

(ETA: “NAGANT DIES.” that was the spoiler I read lol. like, literally all I read from the person’s comments was “My Hero Academia Chapter 315 Title: “Beautiful Words.” Chapter starts with...” and then I noped out of there, and then of all the comments to read as I was deleting, it had to be that one lol. I seriously was just like “SURE, JAN.” all “just how gullible do you think I am” sob. but I was wrong. a troll, but an honest troll they remain.

but anyways like I’m pretty sure Nagant isn’t even actually dead lol, so in the end this whole little adventure doesn’t even have a point to it, but for me it was a journey!)

anyway, so there are apparently two versions of the chapter today?? no idea what the difference is, but I’m going to go with the Bean version, because it’s the one at the top and I don’t feel like making decisions today

huh, so Overhaul is actually more coherent than Horikoshi was letting on

look at him having a whole back and forth conversation with her. side note, how is he still this jacked when he’s been sitting in a cell doing absolutely nothing for the past six months

anyway so he says he’ll go with her on one condition. I wonder what that condition could possibly be. do you think it could be the thing he literally hasn’t shut up about ever since he reappeared lol

yep! and damn -- maybe this guy will surprise me after all

still would be nice if you also felt a bit sorry for the little girl you tortured and traumatized, but this is something at least. maybe Deku will yell at him for that other stuff lol

(ETA: also can’t help but wonder if he wants to make amends because he put him in a coma, or because his plan was a failure and ended up destroying the family. just hoping you’ve finally had that “hurting other people is bad” epiphany dude.)

anyways so now Nagant’s arm is transforming again, and this particular transformation happens to be the only truly unsexy thing that Nagant has done thus far so I’m just gonna skip right on ahead lol

aaaaand we’re back to the delirious ranting

buddy. just. read the fucking room, guy

wow she really is aiming at Overhaul, then. those theories were spot-on

damn she’s really out here all “it really fucks with kids’ heads when you kill people right in front of them and make them blame themselves” like yo

I’m picturing her saying all this in a very loud stage-whispery tone while making very significant eye contact with Deku lol

uh oh but wait

um. okay. who’s gonna tell her. Nagant I might have some bad news for you about the kid you’re trying to capture here. specifically about the way he tends to do the opposite of what you’re thinking that he’s about to do

holy shit

so it’s basically just “tap x repeatedly to charge up your attack” lol

and okay, so that’s cool and all, but is anyone else wincing at the thought of what that must be like on his knees. oh to be young

anyway, but so to the surprise of basically no one, Deku did not, in fact, freeze. I am very sorry, Nagant. he’s just like this

LMAO

someone wanna tell me how getting yoloed in the fucking ribs by this fucking slingshot kid moving at literal sniper bullet speed is in any way even remotely better than getting hit by the bullet itself lol

(ETA: this is 10x funnier now that we know the bullet wasn’t even gonna hit him lmao.)

anyway so now Nagant is having an extended “!?!?!?” reaction about how Deku just moved with no hesitation, and I’m starting to get an inkling of fear that the rest of this fight isn’t going to go very well for her and maybe that’s what all the “hoo boy” is about

oh my god Deku are you about to Gomu Gomu no Rocket yourself at her you insane little man

now Three is popping up again and he’s all “I see you’ve learned your lesson and are now only using three quirks at once instead of five” like with all this effusive praise about how great and badass Deku is and sob, okay, yeah. this chapter is basically one of those machines that shoots tennis balls at people, except instead of tennis balls it shoots hot piping discourse

OH MY GOD

YOOOOOOOOOO but also, NOOOOOOOOOOO

lol oh my god it’s literally two opposing reactions at once wtf. do I love this or hate this. like just for once can Horikoshi actually let a badass lady character win their fucking fight without getting their arm ripped off, BUT ALSO fucking look at that absurdly cool “SMASH” onomatopoeia though. it looks like it’s about to float right off the page holy shit that’s some seriously good art

anyway so is this really the end?? do I need to break out my ಠ_ಠ faces

lmao okay yeah I can definitely see how this would piss a lot of people off

he basically one-shotted her and she’s all “damn this kid is so amazing that I’m about to do a complete 180 turn on all of my previous angst” lmao. Horikoshi is really shounening it up today

on the plus side though, maybe this means there’s still a chance for her to join up with him after all? unless that spoiler was true lmao, then all hell is gonna break loose

YESSSSSSS

OH MY GOD AND HE SAYS THE BULLET WOULDN’T HAVE DONE MORE THAN GRAZE OVERHAUL ANYWAY, wow, I’m actually more relieved by that than I would have expected. I mean I would have forgiven her either way, but it means that there was still more hero in her than she was letting on

YES!!! FUCKING YES, THANK YOU

lol but I mean, it’s also like, “oh so today they get to have brain cells”, thank you so much lol. sometimes it’s really hard to tell which times we’re supposed to question these character decisions that seem dumb, and which times we’re just supposed to full on embrace them and switch off our critical thinking

but okay, so in this case it really was Nagant going easy on him on purpose, and not just her fucking up for no good reason even though she used to do this for a living and was the best in the game. and I know in this case it’s probably just Horikoshi giving us some consolation headpats to soften the blow of her losing so abruptly, but you know what, shit. I’ll take it

also you guys the light is coming back into Deku’s eyes again for just a moment here and I’m having feels about it?? the way it still comes back when he’s reaching out to save someone, and following his own hero path instead of the much darker and lonelier Christopher Nolan path that’s been laid out for him instead that he never wanted?? it’s both reassuring and also very sad

YESSSSSSSSSSS

DO IT LADY OMG PLEASE?? PLEASE COME BE HIS NEW IRRESPONSIBLE ADULT SUPERVISION YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO

AHHHHHHH SHE’S GONNA DO IT AHHHH

p.s. I am now absolutely scared shitless that that spoiler was actually true sob. swear to god, I will throw this manga into a fucking volcano. but we’re almost at the end of the chapter and this seems just WAY TOO GOOD to be true fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck f

UCK

NOPE NAH SEND IT BACK, NOPE, NUH UH, DIDN’T ORDER THIS. “GULLIBLE” OKAY FUCK YOU?? “COUNTERMEASURES” NOPE, DON’T NEED ‘EM, WE’RE ALL FINE HERE. WE’RE ACTUALLY GOOD SO YOU CAN JUST GO, OKAY. PLEASE

fuck, lol, I don’t wanna do it. I don’t wanna scroll down what have I ever done to deserve this oh my god

WHAT THE HONEY-ROASTED FUCK

WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT FUCKING VOLCANO IN ICELAND THAT I KEEP SEEING ALL THESE PICTURES OF. WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT SHIT. LET’S GO

ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW

can someone please give AFO a really good, sharpish kick in the balls. just really let him have it. I’m so tired, what the fuck

-- ARE YOU KIDDING ME LOL WHAT

bro. I was literally going through my Excel folders to find the spreadsheet about female characters in BnHA that I made back when Midnight died. was gearing myself up for a wholeass rant. and honestly I might just let all of that continue simmering on low to keep it warm just in case lol, because to tell you the truth I have absolutely no idea what’s happening right now

my girl straight up does not have a face. she used to have a face. people usually need those, idk. like, even if she’s alive, her gorgeous eyebrows are definitely not making it out of this and I’m gonna throw a funeral just for them

how the fuck did AFO just blow her up?? how did he know what was going on?? and if he had a quirk that could explode people at will, why is this the first we’re hearing of it?? you’d think that might have come in handy at Kamino or Jakku, like what

(ETA: present!me, who’s had more than three hours of sleep and can now actually remember facts about the series, would like to remind past!me that AFO gave Nagant a quirk, and so this is probably just more Vestige shenanigans now on his part. that’s also probably why Air Walk suddenly stopped working out of nowhere. still doesn’t explain why he doesn’t go around blowing people up more often though but maybe he thinks it’s gauche.)

Hawks just straight up out of nowhere. just Mirioed his way straight into the chapter just in time to be too late sob. here I was looking forward to seeing your face when Deku showed up with his new best friend. can’t believe Horikoshi deprived us of that moment

on the plus side, WELCOME BACK, HAWKS’S FEATHERS. I have no doubt that in this chapter of Deku being an almighty threequirk-mastering god, and Nagant losing anticlimactically only to be immediately blown up because girl characters in BnHA can only be cool for one fight and one fight only, there are still some people who are focusing solely on the “how dare Hawks get his wings back when he is a MURDERER this is an outrage what about CONSEQUENCES” discourse, and to hell with all the other discourses lmao

anyway, so yeah. wow. and now it’s just occurring to me that maybe the real reason why Overhaul is there is so he can get a head start on that amend-making by actually doing a good thing for once in his life, and using his quirk to heal Nagant. assuming he can still do that

and so now Horikoshi has got me out here actually rooting for Overhaul. you know what, on that note I think I’m just gonna go ahead and call it a day sob

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[bigskydreaming]

Random scene from a casual not-therapy encounter between Dick and Bridget Clancy, his friend slash neighbor slash sorta therapist but not really from pre-Flashpoint.

Bridget rolled her eyes and tilted her soda bottle at Dick from where she curled up on the far end of her couch, knees pulled to her chest.

“Just as a fun little thought experiment, you ever considered the possibility that you’re not the cosmic jinx you assume yourself to be?” 

“Gee, Clance, don’t warm up with a couple softballs or anything,” Dick blinked.

She made an unrepentant moue of her lips before chasing it down with another swallow.

“And here I thought jumping right to the challenging stuff was more your speed.”

“Touché,” he grimaced.

“That it is. So we going for another round of deflection, or you want to just skip to the part where you answer the question?”

Dick barked a hoarse, startled laugh and settled deeper into his corner of the couch. Ground his palms into his eyes til he saw stars. Settled some more. Looked for the trail of her thoughts, tried to skip ahead and box her in. Considered the notion that might be a bit counter-productive. Oh well. Nobody’s perfect.

“I mean, its not like I just woke up one day and thought to myself, hey self, you’re a curse on your loved ones,” he shot at last. Brazen and breezily, if he did say so himself. He had no problem with acerbic, but if they were gonna play this game no reason he couldn’t match Clancy’s typical ph levels with some acidity of his own. “The awareness has always just sorta been there, whenever I stopped to look at it, y’know? I mean, my parents, Jason, Joey, a good half dozen of my other best friends, family, teammates. There’s a pretty obvious pattern there, with a single common denominator of, well. Me.”

See? Perfectly breezy.

Her skeptical eyebrow did not seem to concur, but that was just because her eyebrow was a bitch. Not Clancy of course. She was lovely. Her eyebrows however, Dick could do without. Very judgmental. Rude, even.

“Ah yes,” she nodded, agreeing in that way of hers that he knew to mean she did not actually agree at all and she was about to make him feel particularly foolish. He braced for impact and questioned not all his life choices, but just the two or three hours leading up to the decision to plant himself on her couch in the crosshairs of her annoyingly knowing gaze. Why did he decide to do that again? He couldn’t recall, all of a sudden.

“Pattern recognition, of course, being one of the most basic tools of all detectives. Probably drilled into you from a pretty young age. All things considered.”

“All things considered,” Dick agreed easily enough, if not a bit cautiously. They both skated around open acknowledgment of The Secret like a pair of professional ice dancers. She just nodded again and cast her eyes around her living room, pulling another swallow of Diet Coke from her bottle as she did.

“Quick question.....that lamp over there, my armchair, the picture over the TV....hmmm.....the pot that plant is in, and that throw pillow. What’s something they all have in common?”

He sighed and humored her, dropping his palms to his thighs and giving the room a quick scan. 

“I don’t know,” he shrugged after a moment, not sure what angle she was getting at here. “They all have at least some blue in them?”

“That they do,” she affirmed, tilting her bottle at him again in an ‘Attaboy’ gesture that deserved an eye roll at most. “And that pattern leads you to conclude....what about me, exactly?”

“That you like the color blue?” Dick asked dryly.

She snorted. “Thought you were supposed to be some kind of master detective. That a question or a conclusion?”

“Hard to conclude anything when I’m not sure where you’re going with this, Clance.”

“Exactly,” she crowed, shooting a triumphant finger at him in acknowledgment. “And y’know why that is?”

"Do tell.”

“Because pattern recognition isn’t about empirical proofs, you big lummox, its just an observational tool. And you know this! Our brains are hard-wired to see connections between things, whether they’re tiny pixels of light and color that combine to form a picture or points of information that add up to an answer or explanation of some kind. That’s why its great for detectives who have problems to solve, all kinds of questions to ask where patterns can reveal things about peoples’ behavior, connect bits of evidence, all that Law & Order shit. But you know what its not great for?”

Dick sighed and folded his arms across his chest, adorning his self-portrait of a dutiful student with a wry grin even as his mind raced about poking and prodding at the notion she’d presented. “Why don’t you walk me through to the finish line.”

“What its not great for is drawing conclusions about yourself when looking at your life, at yourself, as a problem to be fixed instead of just, y’know. Life. You. Not a data point in other peoples’ lives, but a person. Someone who exists in their lives not to form a specific picture or be an answer to an equation, but just to exist. Because that’s all we’re all doing.”

His jaw tightened and he chewed on that. Tick-tock went the clock. Again and again and again, the only sound aside from his thoughts until she declared it her turn to sigh.

“All those losses you see yourself as the common denominator in, you know what else they had in common? Mortality. We’re all common denominators in the eventual deaths of everyone we’ll ever know and love because everybody dies. We could all look at that pattern of dead loved ones and walk away with the conclusion that it all traces back to us, that we’re the one common factor in the lives and deaths of everyone that we know in specific. And maybe that’s a true pattern, but is it a pattern that actually means anything? Says anything about us?”

Dick blinked rapidly, rattled by the softness she’d draped her voice in. What did it say about him that he was more comfortable with the abrasive delivery she usually dealt in? He decided not to ask. She’d probably have an answer for him if he did. 

“And what if the problem is we can’t help but see ourselves as a problem to be solved?” He picked at a rip in his jeans. “If the patterns we see aren’t because we stopped and asked ourselves an actual question, but just....had that awareness of seeing a pattern there one way or another?”

Bridget pursed her lips and contemplated that for a moment. Then she just shrugged again and gestured vaguely at her room. “Same items as before. Okay, so they’re all at least a little blue, what’s something else they all have in common?”

He heaved a slow inhalation, planted his palms on his thighs and obligingly cast another glance around the room. 

“I don’t know. They’re all inanimate objects,” he offered.

“Bingo.” She tilted her bottle his direction again, a congratulatory cheers. 

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” Dick said sourly. She just grinned.

“Oh please, you get to be a hotshot genius mastermind every other day of the week. Let me have my fun.”

He sketched a quick bow in the air, hands waving a dramatic flourish. “Very well. The coup de grace then, if you please.”

“The answer’s as simple as just....looking for another pattern. Whenever you notice that....awareness of a pattern that makes you feel some type of way about what your presence in other peoples’ lives adds up to.....that’s the problem to be solved. The way that picture, that pattern you’re looking at makes you feel. So? When that’s being a problem for you, just take a step back. Look at the picture again. And find another pattern. One that adds up to something better.”

She set her drink on the side table and twisted in her seat to face him directly. Leaned forward with intent. He’d object to how downright gentle she was being at the moment - definitely not their usual speed at all - but well, it wasn’t without its merits. Obviously. Given that somehow his body had transformed into a windchime of glass and sand and breath so fragile the wrong movement might shatter him into a million pieces. Fuck. When had that happened? 

“I might not have known any of those people you’ve lost, but I bet you I could find a different pattern there myself,” Bridget said softly. “All those people shared a pattern of being treasured by Dick Grayson. And as far as common denominators go, that’s not one I think anyone would care to pass up on.”

He had no idea what to say to that, so he just bowed his head and said nothing at all for awhile.

When he did finally find his voice again, it only came in the aftermath of a great, shuddering breath that had him briefly shaking all over, like shedding himself of raindrops on his way indoors. She drew back, recognizing the effort for what it was, and picked her bottle back up, tilting her head back for a casual gulp that allowed the moment to shatter instead of him.

“So,” Dick said at last, forcefully grinning through the way the single syllable left his throat feeling raw and overtaxed on its way out the door. “That easy, huh?”

“Nah,” she shrugged without so much as missing a beat. “That simple, I said. Two very different things.”

He pursed his lips, considering the point.

“You could take pretty much any one of those fancy pants gymnastics tricks you do and break it down to its basic steps,” she continued. “A-one and then a-two and then a-three. They probably all look real simple on paper.....doesn’t make them easy to do, now does it?”

His grin firmed up, a little bit closer to being on solid ground. “Well, I am a professional, Clance. They’re all pretty easy for me.”

She smirked. “Sure they are. Now. Took a fair bit of time and practice to get to that point with ‘em though, didn’t it?”

He blinked. 

“I just played myself, didn’t I.”

Bridget just shrugged again.

“Did you? I hadn’t noticed,” she said blandly.

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Day 67: Soulmate (Take 2)

Okay- I don't usually do this but I'm writing two for this prompt. I think you guys were probably actually hoping for some soulmate au so that's why I wrote Soulmates (Take 1) but I feel like ficlets (or my ficlets, at least) can't really do that trope justice. So Take 2 is what I would have written based just on the prompt.

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Draco trailed his fingers along the smooth, strong planes of Harry's body. He loved the time they spent together like this when it was just the two of them, their bodies in sync, it felt like even their heartbeats had lined up.

Harry hummed as Draco's thumb brushed over his nipple and he pressed a kiss against Draco's forehead. "This is nice," Harry whispered. "I always like getting to lay here with you."

"Sometimes I think you might be my soulmate," Draco murmured back, thinking it was funny that they'd been thinking the same thing.

"I don't believe in soulmates," Harry said and Draco's heart froze. "One person that you're destined to be with," he shrugged, "seems like nonsense."

"Right," Draco said as he pulled away. "Of course." He grabbed his hair tie off of the nightstand and pulled his hair up as he stood and moved to collect his things.

"Draco, what-"

"Nothing," he said. "You're right. We're just fucking, it was stupid of me to forget," he added as he pulled on his trousers.

"I didn't-"

"No, it's fine," he said, shrugging Potter off and grabbing his things. "I'll see you around, yeah?" he asked in the split second before he apparated out of Potter's flat and to his own home.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," he cursed himself. Falling for Potter was the dumbest thing he could have ever done. Of course the other man didn't see him as anything more than a warm body. How could he have let himself forget?

Clean break. That's what he needed and he resolved not to see Harry Potter again.

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The trouble with that resolution was that he saw Harry Potter every single day at work.

(Read more below the cut)

But he did an admirable job avoiding talking about anything personal, if he did say so himself. By the end of the day he'd successfully deflected Potter so many times that he'd lost count.

He should have known that his luck wouldn't be able to last.

Just as the doors were sliding shut on the elevator, Potter slipped inside. "Draco-" he started.

"Don't," Draco said. "Please, just drop it."

"You misunderstood-"

"No," he replied, glancing at the other man, "No, I understood perfectly. And it's fine, Potter, honestly. You're right, we're just friends with benefits and I let myself get carried away. It's the dopamine."

"Are you done?" Potter asked, one unimpressed eyebrow raised as he stared at Draco.

"Done with what?"

"I just wanted to make sure that I could speak. You haven't let me string more than two words together, so I wanted to make sure you'd said what you needed to."

The doors to the elevator dinged and they opened onto the ground floor, "Perfect timing," Draco said as he started out.

"Draco," the other man growled, following him. "Can you please let me explain?"

He sighed because the truth was that he'd couldn't really deny the other man anything, "Over a drink." He turned to look at him, "Not here, in the entryway to our place of employment."

Nodding eagerly, he asked, "Now?"

"Meet me at Nightjar in an hour."

"Alright," he agreed.

Draco spun on his heel and apparated home to get changed.

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He walked through the door to the muggle bar, that he and Harry had come to several times in the past, about 45 minutes later and was surprised to see that Harry was already there, sitting at a booth in the corner.

Draco headed toward him and when Harry caught sight of him he rose quickly. He was wearing the tight jeans that Draco liked and the green cashmere sweater Draco had given him for Christmas. "Hey," he said breathlessly.

"Hi."

"I got you a Lupita because you liked it so well the last time," he added quickly, "but I can get you something else-"

"It's fine," Draco said, somehow Harry's nervousness eased his own nerves a bit. "Thank you," he added with a little smile.

Harry returned his smile and they slid into their seats.

They stared at each other for a long moment before Draco cleared his throat and said, "Right, so, I'll just reiterate what I said earlier. You don't need to apologize, I'd started t-"

"Draco," Harry said softly, reaching over and covering his hand. "I'm not apologizing for not believing in soulmates. I don't quite understand how I've hurt you but that is what I am sorry for."

"You don't need to be," he said again.

"Can I tell you what I meant?"

Draco nodded once and took a sip of his drink to keep himself from talking over Harry again.

"My whole life was dictated by prophecies and I often wondered if there were things that could have gone differently if there wasn't 'fate' involved," Harry said softly. "Not that I wouldn't have wanted to do my part and everything, just," he shook his head. "I'm done having things that make my choices for me."

"I don't understand," Draco confessed.

"Having a soulmate implies that there is one person that I am destined to be with."

"Right," Draco said, "You've got lots of options, I understand."

Harry's brow furrowed, "You're focusing on the wrong part of the sentence."

"Sorry?"

"You're focusing on the 'one person' but I am focusing on 'destined'."

He huffed, "Is this a riddle, Potter?"

"Let me say it this way: I want to be with you, Draco," he said earnestly. "I'm not saying I don't believe in soulmates because I want to keep my options open. I'm saying I don't believe in soulmates because I choose you. You aren't just some foregone conclusion that someone picked for me, I picked you for me and I hope that you'll pick me for yourself." His fingers threaded through Draco's.

"You want to be with me?"

Harry laughed, "Very much." He squeezed Draco's fingers, "I actually think I'm rather in love with you."

"What?"

He brought Draco's knuckles to his lips, "Yes. I was going to tell you last night."

He frowned, "No-"

"I was!" Harry protested. "I was literally going to say, 'I don't believe in soulmates, I don't believe that there's someone I'm destined for. But I do believe in love and I do love you.' But you didn't let me finish."

"You love me?"

He nodded, "Yes. Intentionally." Then he added, "Even when it's hard, I choose to love you."

"Well you're not always easy to love either," he huffed.

"No, I'm sure I'm not. I know that I am a pain in the arse, that I don't know my salad fork from my dessert fork, and I'm always diving head first into danger, and I-"

"I love you, too," Draco said, stemming the flow of words. "I choose you, too."

"Thank Merlin for that," Harry replied with a radiant smile. "Would you maybe like to make this relationship public knowledge?" he asked. "No pressure, I just thought it might be nice to go to dinner in our world, or hold hands at work, or-"

"Yes," Draco interrupted, leaning across the table to kiss Harry. "Yes, I would like that very much."

"Good," Harry said, with what seemed like a sigh of relief. "And would you maybe, someday down the road, consider choosing me for the rest of our lives?"

He blinked, "I'm sorry, that sounded an awful lot like a proposal."

Harry scratched his beard, "I'm not trying to get ahead of ourselves or anything. It's just," he trailed off, "I can't imagine ever loving anyone the way I love you and especially after last night, I want you to know that I am in this for the long haul. For as long as you'll have me."

"The rest of our lives doesn't seem like long enough, though, does it?" Draco asked.

"No it doesn't," Harry agreed with a radiant smile, "But I suppose we'll have to make do."

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Day 66: Bond | Day 68: Rain

(Read Day 67: Soulmate (Take 1) Here )

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[anime-grimmy-art]

Told you guys I’d ramble in due time.

I absolutely adore Bravely Default 2. It came at a really bad time cos I can’t waste 70 hours on a jrpg, but well, it’s too late to be concerned about that now. And as is tradition with me obsessing over a new game / show / whatever, you’ll basically find a fullblown review disguised as ramblings right under the cut. Be aware that I’m gonna talk about EVERYTHING, so spoilers are a given. Some maybe even for the previous Bravely Default games.

Also, if you wanna talk about this game in any capacity, hit me up, I’m DESPERATE to talk more about it.

Just for reference on how long this is gonna be, I made a voice recording while driving to remember all the points I wanna make, and that recording is almost 2 hours long. I did cut it down but still, this is gonna be a lot.

I’ll start off with the things that actually bugged me about the game, since there are only 3 things that really bothered me. First of, I really don’t like that you can name Seth. He has too much personality to be a self insert and player integration is not that big of a part in the game that this decision can be justified. It wouldn’t bother me that much if it didn’t leave a bad mark on the ending. First of all, we were robbed of Gloria desperately shouting for Seth, which makes the impact work less, and it’s just so prevalent that the name can’t be said because you have all the normal sound design going. If they’d just let the credits still play I wouldn’t have batted an eye, but because every other sound comes in it’s so obvious they’re just silently shouting in this scene, which makes it look silly. Like I said, this decision is more a detriment than an addition, and it’s a shame it casts a shadow on an otherwise heartfelt ending.

Speaking about lost potential, the other thing that really bothers me is the lost potential in certain plot points and character conclusions. I mainly mean Adam and Edna here. Both of them have been built up to be these formidable foes but they just, die. If it was just Adam I’d be fine with it, since you expect Edna to backstab him and be the actual big bad of the story, but I cannot fathom why they dropped Edna this HARD. If not Edna herself, I don’t understand why we don’t get more of a reaction from the Fairies and especially Adelle. I mean, Edna was her sole reason she left for her journey in the first place, then Edna dies and that’s it? No part where she grieves for a second? No concern from the others about Adelle? Mind you, I haven’t finished all the Sidequests, so maybe there actually is one in which this is addressed, but I think even just a Party Chat after Bad End 1 would have been sufficient to show how Adelle suddenly feels about the loss of Edna. It would have made Bad End 2 / The Secret Ending even more impactful, because, yeah, of course, you kinda know Adelle isn’t going to turn her back on fairy kind, but one of the reasons she doesn’t leave is because if Enda didn’t get a happy ending, then she shouldn’t either. It would have been amazing foreshadowing if she showed this sentiment before this scene happened. Other than that, it’s a shame that we know so little about Edna, or rather, how she became “bad”. I get she’s supposed to be corrupted by the Night’s Nexus, but how did it even come to this? It can’t have been a gradual thing, after all, Adelle says Edna was always good natured and then just disappeared one day. Really would have loved seeing more of that plot point.

Ok, last gripe I have, some choices in the soundtrack and sound design. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love the OST, and I will get to that, but damn, whatever Revo used for the lead instrument in Wiswald hurts my ears. It’s a really good track, but I always have to turn down my volume because these high pitched sounds physically hurt. And for sound design. Dude, the Night’s Nexus is the least threatening, nightmare fueled abomination that ever existed. I get that its growl is kinda supposed to be layered with Edna’s or sth, but it, it just sounds silly. If they went the route of just swinging between different voices or began distorting it from phase to phase, it would have been fine. But the choice they made really made an otherwise creepy design just absolutely silly.

Ok, enough jammering, on to the good stuff. Like I said, there’s going to be a lot, so I’ll try to be brief in each aspect.

Gameplay

I honestly like the new battle mechanics more than the old ones. This individual, turn based system feels way more dynamic and it’s easier to strategies in battles. Because nothing made me more angry than setting up for a heal and the enemy suddenly being faster than me and killing my healer. Now it’s easier to plan ahead a bit.

I also found myself experimenting more with the jobs. Not sure what it really is, but none of the party members leaning more towards certain types of jobs and the job leveling being way faster probably helped.

And I know some people get up in arms because the boss sometimes can be a real pain in the ass (looking at you pope dude), I still found it very interesting getting around counters or even using these counters as a benefit. As an example, I made Adelle my main physical fighter and gave her lots of counter abilities to help her profit from being countered by enemies themselves. Now, she can attack enemies, get countered, automatically evade that counter and earn a BP at the same time. Made a lot of boss fights way easier and fun to exploit.

Music

Ok, I will try my best to be really, really brief, because in my recording this part takes up almost 40 minutes. Anyways, Revo might have just become one of my absolute favorite composers ever. I don’t know what kind of magic he used, but I initially wasn’t that impressed with the OST, but every time I listened to it, I just fell in love harder and harder. Before getting into specifics, I wanna highlight the two things that made me love this OST overall. First of all, this soundtrack almost seems like a refinement of BD’s. While losing some of that fairytale vibe, it sounds even more fantasy now. And in contrast to the original, this almost sounds more balanced? Like, BD’s OST felt high energy throughout, BD2’s on the other hand manages to find a good balance between high and low energy pieces. Like, the character themes or battle themes are absolute hype, but the overworld themes are a lot calmer and easier to listen to while exploring. Second big point that makes this soundtrack amazing is that Revo is an absolute god at using emotional progression/storytelling and leitmotifs in his songs. And heck, do I love myself my leitmotifs. You’ve got some obvious ones, like the final battle theme in which all the character themes and other leitmotifs are integrated. Then you got some maybe more subtle once, just like how the overworld themes are just the main theme, just a lot calmer and using the lead instruments of the towns of the areas.

But my absolute favourites gotta be the character themes and the main theme. I love how fitting the themes for the characters are and in general, each of them is such a bop. At first I prefered Elvis’, because I sure am a sucker for jazzy vibes, but over time Adelle’s became my fav. It’s just something about the trumpets, and how the theme almost sounds a bit melancholic and bittersweet, that drew me in. And considering her story, mostly her bad end, that the bittersweet tone really fits.

Then there’s the main theme. Just like BD’s it shouts “triumphant anthem” and it definitely gives you a very familiar vibe, but I’d argue it has even better emotional progression. Heck, the first time I heard the music start up in the reveal trailer, I didn’t have to look at the screen to know this is gonna be a BD game. Also, the credit song version had me weeping at the true end. I’m someone who’s very easily affected by music (if me shouting about soundtracks on this blog wasn’t proof enough) and just hearing that ending song, getting the after credits scene, just for the second credits to start as a freaking duet. Dude, at that point I just started sobbing, I’m not gonna lie. Just this little part showed how much Revo knows how to put emotion in a song and also write it in such a way that he can elicit strong, emotional reactions from you too. 

Story

People have been complaining how the story is too boring and kinda disappointing in comparison to the last one, but I just think the games tried to accomplish different things here. Since the BD series is a celebration of old, classic jrpgs, “cliche” storytelling is a given. Though, BD did throw a lot of meta stuff in there too. BD2 in contrast just feels like a direct execution of that initial idea. It feels familiar, it feels comfy and it feels safe. Except for the little things with the endings and then overwriting the Nexus’ “save file”, BD2 doesn’t really get that meta, which is totally fine. It doesn’t try to reinvent or innovate anything, it just wants to be a fantasy story, that might be cliche, but still fun and enjoyable in its own right.

I’d also argue that the pacing is a lot better than the old game, because with BD I sometimes found myself skipping through scenes to get on with the story. Not that this game didn’t have me rushing through stuff as well, but I found it kept my intrigue way better than the original.

Characters

Next to the music, this is the part that I absolutely love the most. While, yes, they did lose a lot of potential with some characters, mostly with the villains, the main cast is just so much fun. I love these 4 dorks so, so much.

I honestly can’t stand how much people compare them to the original cast. Yes, ofc, I’ve been doing my fair share of comparisons too, but calling these four a more boring version of BD’s party physically hurts me. Because except for some initial impressions, the Heroes of Light are completely different from our beloved Warriors of Light.

While yes, Seth and Gloria give off strong Tiz and Agnes vibes at first, they both grow into such different characters that they’re not really comparable. I think this shows with Adelle and Elvis even more. I do understand how people could compare Adelle and Edea, since they’re both the feisty girl type, but I can’t understand how people can see Ringabel and Elvis as the same character type. While those two are the “suave” party members, they act so differently from another. And that’s honestly apparent the first time you meet them. 

Anyways, I love these 4 so much.

We technically don’t know a lot about Seth at all, but they manage to pull so much out of just the fact that he’s a sailor, that it makes him really endearing, really fast.

I was kinda disinterested with Gloria at first, because again, the initial impression was Agnés2.0, but she grew on me a lot. Gloria is way more hard headed and honestly sassy in comparison to Agnés and I absolutely adore it.

Elvis. Elvis, my man. I love this fantasy scottosh wizard so, so much. He’s such a ridiculous character but so endearing at the same time. You got all this dorkiness, with him setting himself on fire as a student, him doing god knows what for a good drink or just laughing danger and prejudice in the face. But then you got his super empathetic and caring side. Mind you, most of his wise moments come from quoting Lady Emma, but still, as much as he’s hopeless with certain social situations, he’s actually still really good at reading the room and playing things smart. He’s a smart and powerful idiot, which makes him a danger to everyone and himself, and I love him for it. (I also can’t believe they called him Lesley I MEAN COME ON)

And then there’s Adelle. I liked her from the start, but I didn’t think she would stick out to me. I think now she’s my favourite character. Not even talking about all the stuff that happens in chapter 3 and onward, because these story threads are awesome in their own right, but there’s just something about her personality that’s interesting and appealing to me. Like I said, I’m not surprised people compare her to Edea, I did too at first, but while Edea walks very close to the line of a Tsundere, I was really surprised that Adelle is, well, not a Tsundere at all. Yeah, of course she’s putting Elvis down a lot, but that stems more from her preventing his ego from going to his head than her being all embarrassed. No, Adelle is actually really well adjusted when it comes to communication. While it’s hilarious that she and Elvis met with her chucking her shoes at him, the two just got along well right from the start. Adelle in general has this really open and helpful personality, but also doesn’t shy away from putting her foot down, even if that sometimes comes out as an embarrassed sputter. She’s also the mother hen of the group. She looks out for the other three and gets concerned about them real fast. 

I dunno, Adelle just really grew on me over the course of this game, and then her kinda being paired with Elvis too, as partners and as partners, makes me like her even more. Because as much as I like their personalities individually, I like their character dynamic even more. I honestly love the relationships between all four of them a lot. You really feel them grow closer as friends and all the little character sidequests just always made me really happy.

Conclusion

You might not believe me, but I really held back there. This could probably have been 3 times its length. As much as I love this game, it’s of course not perfect. It struggles and flails in some parts a lot and it certainly has some aspects that might turn people off. But for me, it was just a very familiar and comfy game that didn’t necessarily deliver anything new, but that told its story in such a way that it still got me excited to keep going. The soundtrack is absolutely amazing and the conclusion of the story actually got me to cry. While not groundbreaking, this game is highly enjoyable and leaves you absolutely satisfied at the end.

Also, I would like to iterate that I am desperate to get more content about this game, so if you wanna chat about it, hit me up.

Anyways, anyone else felt like having a fever dream when everybody in chapter 2 started talking fantasy scottish? Cos I sure did.

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