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greeneyed-thestral · 1 month

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I MET MICHAEL SHEEN. 16/03/24, National Theatre

So, if you've read my post about booking tickets to see Michael, you know all about my what-ifs. But the day was finally here.

I arrived at the National Theatre, followed all the Nye signs and here's the Olivier Theatre. I made my sister buy me the show's programme, hoping I would be able to get it signed.

I find my seat, I'm not in the centre but the stage still feels very close and you can see everything (amphitheatres are always the best).

Lights out. The audience is in religious silence. Can't believe I'm actually here, this is happening.

[skip this part in smaller font, if you want to avoid spoilers] In the words of Staged, he really loses himself in his roles. First of all, it's great to hear him speak in a Welsh accent.

But then we also see him turning back into a child, and you can totally believe he's young and innocent again. His stutter feels so real, his struggle and sadness too. The entire ensamble is great during the classroom scene, where they all help Nye against their bullying teacher (using those big canes to make him look scary really works). Hearing young Nye confessing that at times he thinks he 'shouldn't exist' because of who he is was a gut punch; Michael's delivery of that whole part is incredible, in that moment he really becomes a little boy that allows himself to feel vulnerable and says something dark to a friend. The way he jumps while saying "I can visualise and enunciate!" made me wanna jump too, he was ready to give up and then he found the solution through books, it's the joy and relief you feel when you realise that there is another way and your life is not over.

Now, I've watched musicals all my life and let me tell you that man is meant to be in one. He opened his mouth and all I could see was someone that had been waiting a long time for the occasion to show his talent, truly showstopping. He was so free and happy and confident, singing and dancing spectacularly. I couldn't stop smiling and giggling, we all clapped.

It's clear he means every word he says, and when he points and shouts his political arguments at the audience, those who feel called out must be shaking; I thought 'This is how people in Ancient Greece must have felt everytime they went to the theatre'. His Nye is inspiring, passionate, someone you'd want to follow, he stands up for what he believes in and lets nothing get in his way.

We get to watch him flirt, on all fours, waggling his 'tail'; everytime we think we've seen all he's capable of, he does something like this and surprises us.

But most of all, we see him being scared, first of having to do something, and then of not being able to do enough for all of us. At one point everyone has requests for Nye and I was expecting him to shout "Heal yourselves!" like Jesus in JCS, it totally conveyed what it must have been like to be in his role at the time, overwhelmed with daunting responsibilities.

In general, I appreciated the fact that it wasn't a linear biography, they chose life moments that have universal situations everyone can relate too, like they do in bio-musicals. I loved the staging. The colour palette is so recognisable; the curtains and the beds are used in many different ways so everything is explored at its full potential.

He is on stage basically all the time for more than two hours (sometimes twice a day, can you imagine?). Also barefoot and in his pajamas from start to finish, he looks like a teddy bear you just want to hug and protect.

He bows, looks at Nye's achievements, then leaves the stage.

Standing ovation, applause. I go back to the theatre lobby, I was supposed to wait for my sister, but she's late. Meanwhile, a fan asks me how to get to the Stage Door. I start too fear that I'm going to miss my chance if I keep waiting inside, so I decide to go on my own. After no more than 5 minutes, he's outside with us. Forget Nye, I am living my fever dream. He has just finished his second show of the day and yet he's smiling and listening to each and every one, signing and taking pictures. I know many have said this, but he really is an angel.

My sister arrives, and as soon as I'm sure she has the camera ready, I make my way to him. The two girls next to me who were speaking to him needed a pen and I lent them my sharpie, so I got my chance to look generous in front of him.

And suddently it was my turn. This is as much as my scrambled mind allows me to remember: I tell him I'm Francesca and I'm from Italy, he asks me how long I am going to stay, I confess that I had arrived that morning and just to see him, that I would be leaving already the following morning. I can't even focus while he's signing my programme, I just want to find the right words. I manage to say how I enjoyed seeing his passion, all these different sides of him and how watching him sing and dance has been the highlight of my evening. We take a picture together, I feel his hand on my shoulder and I realise my arm is around the waist of this person I love. I had to thank him again, telling him that he only deserves good things and that we are so lucky to have him. He wishes me a safe trip home, and I melt. I leave and I can't stop trembling. On my way back to the hotel I hold on tight to my signed programme and the sharpie that was in his hands just moments earlier. Only later I will realise that he's also written 'Ciao!', 'love' and 'X', without me asking for it or anything! Seeing him act live was a big gift already, but what followed outside was beyond my dreams. I can't look at the photos without blushing, the way he looks at me in the video and then also strokes my arm for a moment, I mean pinch me now.

The more I think about it, the more I can't believe it happened.

I want to thank everyone that under my first post pushed me and encouraged me to see the pros of doing this, I share this beautiful moment of my life with all of you. <3

#michael sheen #nye #national theatre #london #btw I was also wearing one of david's headbands

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deakyjoe · 6 months

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Somebody’s Watching Me: Halloween Deleted Scene

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader (“Sarge”, she/her, British, backstory)

Category: slowburn coworkers to friends to lovers/idiots in love

Summary: Simon thinks about you after your first run in.

Warnings: swearing/cursing, overthinking

Word count: 400ish (just some quick thoughts I had)

A/N: You guys waited so long for the epilogue, I thought you deserved more Ghost <3

The sight of toffee apples reminded him of you.

Granted, everything reminded him of you. He just couldn't get you out of his head. But toffee apples especially.

And the fucking things were everywhere considering Halloween was in a few days.

He debated whether he should just buy one and take it to you in your flat. Then he decided that was too weird considering he'd only been there the once and neither of you had discussed actually seeing each other again. You'd think he was overstepping. Inviting him over the first time was just you being polite.

That's what he convinced himself anyway.

Maybe he could drop it off anonymously and then leave before you caught him.

No, that would be way more weird. You'd think someone was trying to poison you and throw away the apple immediately.

Who knew it could be this difficult to give someone a bloody toffee apple.

Maybe he should just forget about it completely. Forget about you completely.

Impossible.

He couldn't deny that his hand had itched to reach for his phone a few times to call Price to investigate you a little more.

Creep.

Creep!

He hated himself. Truly.

But the thought of it was so tempting. And he could feel himself giving in to the urge to look into you- no... stalk you every time you popped into his brain. Which was every five seconds.

Fuck.

What would you think of him if you ever knew what was going on in his head? You’d despise him probably. But then he also wondered if you were capable of that emotion. You were too… good.

Certainly too good for him.

What could he possibly ever do to deserve you? Or deserve that smile you’d sent him in the cheese aisle? You hadn’t know who he was then. Were you really just that nice?

He knew you were. He didn’t even know why he was questioning it. Maybe just to think of you some more. As his brain loved to do recently.

Ugh, it was a nightmare. A living nightmare.

And Lieutenant Simon Riley had dealt with objectively far worse things than this.

Really, this should’ve been a breeze. You were just a person. Not only that. But someone he already knew. Why was he suddenly thinking about you so much more? Had the new setting really changed that much?

Apparently so.

The next time he saw toffee apples he bought one, went home and ate it whilst thinking of you.

A/N: Happy late Halloween, my friends!

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 month

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Hi, if you’re request are open I was wondering if you could do one where yn is a total loner, has a resting bitch face and has a temper when needed so everybody (including hellfire) is terrified of her, everybody think she’s been in jail and crazy rumors like this but in reality she is just extremely shy and has a huge crush on Eddie. One day in the cafeteria Jason is picking on Dustin or anybody from hellfire and reader temper get the best of her and gets involved and since Jason thinks she a witch or something he immediately gets scared but so Hellfire but when Jason is gone yn turns into her shyly usual persona and mumble something like ‘are you all okay?’ and runs away blushing. Eddie brains gets short circuited from the interaction because he never thought you could be so… sweet and then you can go from there 🤧

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Mostly everyone in Hawkins had a tendency to stay away from you, even though you had a few trusted friends you were a bit of a loner. Since you moved to Hawkins two years ago it had always been like this.

You also had a bit of a temper when the occasion called for it, a permanent resting bitch face, and no tolerance for bullshit. So rumours spread around the school that you had been in jail, kicked out of your old school or just plain bad news.

None of the rumours had any basis of fact. Most people didn't realise you were actually very gentle matured. It's just you hated bullies, fakes and idiots, and Hawkins was rife with them.

One person who you truly liked and you were nursing a crush on was Eddie Munson but you were way too shy to do anything about it. He was probably as terrified of you as the rest of your classmates were, the thought made your heart sink.

Maybe one day you'd pluck up the courage to talk to him but every time you thought about it, you would talk yourself out of it.

Fate decided to intervene in the form of a jackass by the name of Jason Carver, he had a penchant for bullying others he deemed as less than him.

His favourite target was Hellfire, never Eddie as he seemed to leave him alone. You were certain Jason was terrified of Eddie and his supposed satanic rituals in the Hellfire Club. Rumours you didn't buy into one bit.

Jason's taunts were particularly bad today. As usual Eddie gave as good as he got but Dustin, Mike and even Lucas got the worst of it. The longer you listened to Jason, the more angry you got.

Who did this asshole think he was? He seemed to think he ran the school because he was dating Chrissy, who was the sweetest girl you had ever met.

When Jason rounds on the younger Hellfire members, begins to harass them even more, you've heard enough.

"Oh shut the fuck up and sit down Carver, no one wants to hear your opinions" there's a collective gasp around the room, more than a few people nodding their heads in agreement.

"Excuse me?" Jason snaps and you stand up and stare him down.

"You heard me. Sit down and be quiet for once, your stupidity is showing" his mouth falls open and he decides to go in for the kill, or at least so he thinks .

"Oh Please, you've been in jail. What was that like?" You stare at him exasperated.

"I've never been in jail or kicked out of my old school for that matter. I just don't like bullies, which means I really don't like you" Jason flounders after this and promptly flees from the scene like a bat out of hell.

Idiot.

The rest of Hellfire gape as you turn around and go suddenly shy at their shocked gazes, "Are you all okay?" Eddie nods and then pulls himself together.

"Uh, yeah. Thanks" you feel awash with happiness at your interaction with Eddie and then leave, your heart racing and stomach full of butterflies.

Eddie's mind was racing. You weren't mean or anything like that, you were sweet and clearly liked him in some way to jump to his defense like that.

Suddenly Eddie was very intent on getting to know you better

🫶

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #protective reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson request

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bubblekidaesthetics · 1 year

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Baby gays be gayin 💚💫💖

When we first got introduced to Valentine in the Monster High universe he was just another villain. His whole spill was kinda cool tho.

Collecting the hearts of girls in love as trophies, thus making it impossible for them to ever love anyone again??? I was immediately hooked. And it was a Draculaura-centric movie too, so there was a bonus.

However it wasn't till many years later that I discovered Valentine's diary and boy did it deliver.

If that sounds kinda like the gay archetype, well, put on ur listening ears for a sec, 'cause we've got a story for you. Apparently, according to the creator of Monster High, his diary was supposed to have him come out as gay. It was a collector's item anyway. Kids wouldn't have had a chance to buy it as it was a convention-exclusive doll, but Mattel said and I quote "It is not the right time"

An extract from the original post of the creator which just goes to show how little influence they truly have over their own creations.

Well, the gay route was a no-go, so instead they had to be sneaky about it. If you read the diary, the core, the framework of the original idea is still there. Evident especially in the May 3rd entry:

"I now know that what I did - stealing love - was because I thought that's what emotional vampires were supposed to do. But it never felt quite right. I thought if I kept doing it, it would eventually feel right. Then when Draculaura called me - well, Toralei really - I thought that if I could get the heart that got away, it would change me, and everything would be fine. But I was just a real pain in the fang to everyone and made a fool of myself. So I've come to the conclusion being myself has to be easier than not being myself, right? Back then, I hated the thought of who I really was, and that conflict made me become someone who wasn't me. It's time to be true to myself, but it's scary."

Like come on!!!! How can it get queerer than that?!? He is one foot away from coming out of his coffin with glitter make up and rainbow hair!

But then the diary had to go the sneaky route. They knew they couldn't make him gay... At least directly. They had to be increeibly sneaky about that. Just then Spelldon Cauldronello steps onto the scene.

Written into the diary as a blink you'll miss it moment, Spelldon is Casta Fierce's younger brother. Up to that point there was no mention of the character in Monster High cannon. but his interaction with Valentine, well... It was short for one. But a lot was packed into that very short meeting. Keiran Valentine upon first meeting him spaces out, after which they spend some time together gettin to know each other better, ultimately ending with Valentine asking Spelldon for his number.

You'd think there'd be more, yet sadly that is where Spelldon's part in Valentines story arch stops. There was clear intent there to create a more inclusive Monster High, for which I am grateful. Despite not giving us a look at Spelldon's design, the fandom took it upon themselves to create designs and fanart, thus keeping his character alive.

The design I used in this piece actually belongs to my incredibly talented friend @i-have-serious-brainfreeze . He created this design of the nerdy Spelldon on a whim, and since then I have been utterly obsessed with it. So much so that I choose to create a fanart piece of the two bby gays.

As of now, Gen 3 made no current mention of either Valentine or Spelldon, so it's safe to say their story has been shelved for the time being. However, things are moving on the Monster High representation front. Twyla has been cannonicaly made autistic, Frankie nonbinary, and Clankie steered slowly towards a canonical romantic relationship.

If there ever is a better time to bring back Keiran Valentine, it certainly is now.

I'll be here waitin Mattel. I'll be here💖

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gumsnail682 · 7 months

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Mammon the Service type-

The Submissive type will do anything for the one they love, buy any gift, tell any secret, find any information and even make every wish come true whether their love really wants it or not.

Cross posted on my AO3 (Link in my bio)

You were having an overall shitty day, no, a shitty week. Nothing was going right for you, you couldn't relax for even a second because of some big test one of your teachers decided to spring on you, and even after studying non-stop you completely bombed it!

You got most of the questions right but the professor seemed to hate you and used literally the dumbest reasons to mark you wrong. "It seems he has something against Humans, he did the same thing to Solomon." Satan was also upset, he had spent so much time teaching you only for it to mean nothing because of that teacher.

"ugh, I wish he would just die!" You obviously didn't mean it but you were upset, everyone says things they don't mean when they're blinded by irritation.

But Mammon didn't see it that way, he happened to "Overhear" your conversation with Satan and three days later that same professor was found dead.

It had been a shock to the entire school, you didn't see it yourself thank Diavolo but from what you heard it was anything but pleasant. His eyes were gouged out completely, one of his hands was found a few feet away from the rest of his body and his chest was ripped open, according to someone who saw the gruesome scene.

When you heard the news you were in shock, Satan was the one to tell you. "I.. I know I said I wished he was dead but.. I didn't mean it." You said, hands covering your mouth.

"The timing is quite suspicious but I know you'd never be capable of something so gruesome. If it makes you feel any better I can look into it more." Satan offers in an attempt at comfort.

"Thanks but no, I'd rather not think about it." You felt sick, even though you didn't do anything you felt so guilty as if it was somehow your fault. You decided to go to Mammon, he never failed to cheer you up.

"Hey, Mams?" He seemed to notice your distress immediately.

"Hm? Need something from the great Mammon?" He asked, not wanting to sound too alarmed, he didn't want you to know just how easily he could read you.

"Can we go to your room? I need some comfort right now." Mammon couldn’t describe the amount of euphoria he felt whenever you come to him for things like this.

It made him feel so special, so loved and needed, it was addicting to him the way you treated him as if he mattered.

He brought you to his room quickly, no questions asked. "I can tell something's eatin' ya, what's the matter?" He asked, holding you in a comforting embrace.

He listened intently as you explained how you felt, drying your eyes when tears would escape. “Hey, listen to me, one comment said in anger isn't gonna cause someone to up and die. I get how this can be scary for a human but there's no way you could be at fault.” His words meant more to you than anyone else's.

“I guess you're right, thank you Mammon.” When you smiled at him his gaze softened and he curled himself around you. “Someone clingy today.” You chuckled.

“Is it a crime to wanna hold my human?” your voice was so comforting he nearly fell asleep.

“That's right, just keep smiling. I won't allow anyone or anything to dim your light, not Lucifer, not anyone." Mammon thought to himself as you fell asleep in his arms.

He noticed every change in your expression, every smile, every hum, and every snore. Mammon felt pure bliss as you nuzzled your face into his neck, wanting to be closer to him. He was truly smitten with you, you were the light of his life, his reason to keep going.

If anyone caused your smile to falter he would deal with them personally, usually, he would just threaten or hurt the person that caused you despair but when he heard you say you wanted that teacher dead he couldn't stop himself.

He knew you didn't mean it but that didn't matter in the moment, he did feel guilty, horribly guilty because his actions caused you to feel awful. He was going to make it up to you though, he always would even if you would never know what he did.

Mammon would do anything to keep what he's been doing hidden but something within him snapped when he saw Belphegor’s hands around your neck.

He felt like something was wrong, very wrong and he let his instincts guide him to where you were. When he saw his youngest brother's hands around your neck it was like his most primal instincts took hold of him.

He threw Belphegor off you, “How dare you put your dirty hands on MY HUMAN!” You’ve never seen Mammon so angry, you fell to the floor, hands moving to where Belphogore was just strangling you. The area was already starting to feel sore and you knew there was bound to be a huge bruise.

Your eyes were glued to Mammon who had completely lost it, “Mammon.. Mammon stop!” Your voice was coarse and it hurt to talk but you still called to him, “Mammon please stop you’re scaring me!” You cried, tears escaping your eyes, Mammon only stopped his assault on his brother when he heard you crying.

He was by you in an instant, holding you close to him as tears welled up in his eyes. “You’re ok, it's ok now.” He held you in a comforting embrace and was so happy when you didn't flinch away.

“Mammon!” Your hands clenched around his shirt as you trembled in his arms.

“I’m here, I'm here, you’re ok.” He tried to soothe you but knew this would take a lot more than a soft voice and reassuring words.

“Mammon, what happened!?” Lucifers and the others had run upstairs and saw the aftermath.

“Belphagor tried to kill MC!” Mammon moved to cover your ears so you wouldn't have to endure the yelling that was about to transpire.

At one point Mammon took you back to his room and locked the both of you in there, thanks to Mammon you didn't hear most of the yelling and were very thankful for it.

You were still shaken up and trembling and you couldn't take much more right now. “Is.. did you kill him?” You managed to ask.

“I.. don't know. I didn't check. Would you.. Hate me if I did?” You sniffled and held him tighter.

“No, I could never hate you Mammon never ever, you saved my life! I love you too much to ever hate you.” You didn't even have to think about what you were saying.

Mammon was absolutely stunned, he never thought you could love him, not in the way he loved you. “I love you too MC, no one is ever gonna hurt you again I promise. I’ll do anything to keep you safe, I don't care what I have to do or who I have to hurt I just want you to be safe and happy beside me.” Mammon held you tightly and you just couldn't find yourself being afraid of the implications of that statement.

After that night you willingly turned a blind eye to the disappearances of people who hurt you, you knew it was Mammon's doing but willingly looked the other way. It was comforting knowing Mammon was always there, you felt safer.

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x mc #obey me mammon x reader #spooky month yandere shorts

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viatagrinner · 1 year

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Gilbert von Obsidian. Christmas. I give you my love.

Epilogue

Christmas was so busy this year that MC was already fed up.

She visited the fair with Gilbert, played with children who were acquainted with the prince. Then she invited Gilbert home, treated him to homemade cake, and afterward they went to a Christmas party together.

Even though the girl spent time with the enemy prince, she had fun.

However, it didn't end there.

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Kitchen.

To make amends and heal the prince's wounded heart, MC made a lot of cookies.

Gilbert: You think you can just give me food when I'm in a bad mood, don't you?

Gilbert: Do I look like such a simple guy?

MC: ...I hope so.

MC: If you don't like it, you don't have to eat it, right?

She wants to take the cookie, but the prince won't let her.

Gilbert: Do you want this country to be destroyed?

MC: Um... Don't say it smiling.

Gilbert eats, there's no way his hand is going to stop.

He's already eaten a lot today. The girl wonders where all the food goes.

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Gilbert: Anyway, you gave me another Christmas present. I have to repay you.

MC: It's just an apology. A token of my appreciation.

Gilbert: Yes, it means you can no longer accept gifts from me.

Gilbert: That hurts me.

She had to accept the gift.

He asked MC to hold out her palm to him. Covering her palm with a linen rag and conjuring, he removed the rag. The girl had a dagger in her hand.

(However I look at it, Master Gilbert's magic is amazing.)

Gilbert: To tell you the truth, it's my favorite gift.

The handle of the dagger was studded with angular black stones. It's the same stone as the one in Gilbert's ear.

This scene reminded me of an episode of The Bodyguard (1992)

Gilbert: It's not an accessory, look.

Gilbert pulls the dagger from its sheath and cuts the linen cloth tossed in the air.

The cloth cut in half was drenched in blood.

Gilbert: It will cut right through.

MC: And now you want to give me a dagger?

Gilbert: I've been worried for some time because the court is full of mindless beasts.

Gilbert: Look, you've been in a lot of danger already, haven't you?

There's no denying it, she's seen blood a couple of times. That's the price of friendship with an enemy prince.

Gilbert: Convenient in that it can be used not only to kill, but also to threaten. Ah, shall I teach you how to use it?

Grabbing the girl's hand holding the dagger, the prince pointed it at her throat. One mistake. And it will be irreversible.

MC's hand and weapon trembled.

Gilbert: You have no power, so aim here.

MC: ...I don't think I'll ever get the chance to use it.

Gilbert: Why not?

(Master Gilbert won't allow "those who would hurt me.")

Gilbert helped the girl every time she was in danger. At any rate, her body would not be harmed.

Because the "ever-victorious marshal" always wins.

If that is true, she will never be harmed again, unless by accident.

And the only one who will hurt her and on whom the dagger can be aimed is Gilbert himself.

MC realized that this gift was so she could stand up to the prince.

Gilbert: Hehe, you're really smart, aren't you?

MC: .... Did you think it would give me pleasure?

Gilbert: Because you don't want to be at my disposal, do you?

Gilbert: I thought that if you had a weapon against someone who took advantage of your weakness, you'd feel a little calmer.

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But the girl refuses the gift. She doesn't want to hurt the prince any more.

(Violence, however, is not the only way to escape control.)

Gilbert is stunned.

MC: If you feel guilty about dominating me and show me mercy, I'll be glad to get along with you.

MC: There's no need to threaten you with a dagger or kill you.

MC: I'd rather capture Master Gilbert's heart than appeal to his conscience!

MC: I'm going to show you what it means to be truly in control.

Gilbert is silent. The girl becomes embarrassed.

Gilbert: In short...

Gilbert: A trick?

No, she knows he's not buying a simple trick like that.

Gilbert: I can't wait to see how you can control my mind/will rule my heart.

From his face, she understands that he didn't believe her. A little hurt, the girl wants him to be able to consider her a "little threat".

The disappointment seems to be reflected on her face. Now Gilbert feeds the girl a cookie. She takes a bite of half, he finishes the rest. The prince wiped the corners of MC's lips with his cold fingers.

Gilbert: Well, it's a long way to go if you're stuck at this level.

Gilbert: If you want to dominate people, don't let them take the initiative. You have to turn the situation your way.

The prince licked his finger that had touched the girl's lips before.

MC was being teased now, but she promised herself that she would repay him.

This time she lost, not daring to look him in the eye.

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The dagger was useless.

Repeating the trick, Gilbert turned the tip of the weapon into an obsidian rose.

This gift made MС feel more positive.

Best dialogue 😂👏🏽👏🏽

Gilbert: Right? I did my best to carve it, okay?

MC: Yes, that's right, you carved it......

MC: .......Carved?

Gilbert: Yes, I did.

МC: ........By whom?

Gilbert: By me.

MC: ......

Gilbert: Think of it as me and take good care of it, will you?

(I... I feel I won't be able to stand up to this man for the rest of my life.)

A prince who is extraordinarily dexterous with his hands, eats a lot, knows how to control people...

Gently clutching an obsidian rose, she decides to reach Gilbert's heart.

Gilbert's Masterlist

#ikemen prince #ikemen ouji #ikepri #ikepri translation #gilbert von obsidian events #ikemen prince gilbert #ikemen gilbert #ikepri spoilers #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri gilbert

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cselestial · 8 months

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hello all! my name's cas, and i'm looking for some fellow 21+ writers who would potentially like to form a close-knit little writing group on a private jcink site.

i'm thinking mainly of having a little sandbox style site with mini sites built in, where we would have the potential to kind do whatever we want, but there's also the possibility to create our own little universes as well. if this sounds like something you'd be interested in, take a peek below the break for some more info!

also, as a quick note i'd like to say i've already got some skins set aside that i already have purchased or some other ones i'd like to buy in order to get things set up, so we'll be able to have something to start off with!

i've been out of the main rp scene for a bit, but i've been missing that small little sense of community that can come from creating amazing worlds and plots together. more than anything i'm seeking out like-minded people who feel the same, and would have a passion for doing the same. i want to really focus on character development, and cultivating all sorts of depth and storylines amongst each other! if that sounds like you're cup of tea, then i suggest you stick around.

a little bit about me as well before we start - i'm 26, nonbinary and use they/them pronouns. some of my favorite genres lie in supernatural, fantasy and crime elements. i also love love love queer plots, and most of my characters are queer each time. i'm a huge sucker for a good family plot and love a good bit of drama in just about everything i do. i prefer rl fcs and am comfortable with most topics, and i enjoy darker tones in a lot of my plots! some of my interests are video games, kpop, art, and obsessing over whatever show i have binged recently. i'm a huge chatterbox and love to get to know my partners, so if you like talking about headcanons or just silly stuff about our characters in general, then you're in the right place!

now that that's handled, just as a note, i'm looking for about 5-10 people who are interested in this little group! i think that number is good for a good little community to really get some plots going! i have a couple ideas already rolling around for some potential verses to start out with:

high fantasy — primarily inspired by the likes of got/hotd/lotr/eragon/etc and other similar fantasy stories, i'm imaging a world with multiple kingdoms, creatures, and all sorts of lore we could build out. primarily focused on court intrigue as well as a touch of classic fantasy drama, i would love to create a cast of characters to expand and fill out this world more.

supernatural — an open lore based world, i've had this idea rolling around in my head for some time. in this world anything goes for creatures, whether inspired by other cultures or simply a creation of your own imagination. but there would be an overarching plot revolved around a magical town and other subplots for us to take part in! (in that same vein though i'd love something simple too with just like a classic wolf pack dynamic!)

sci-fi — this is also quite a bit more open, but more in the sense of space exploration. inspired by the likes of dune and the robinsons, think space exploration but with a touch of plot as well re: some revolution elements. space pirates, androids, and all sorts of things are welcome! this one has a lot open in terms of world-building as well.

all this being said, these three are by no means the only things we could jump into, but rather a jumping off point! i want to encourage a place where all of us can develop these worlds as we see fit, and make something we all truly love! if you're interested, please feel free to like this post or shoot me a message and we can chat on discord!

#jcink rp #jcink roleplay #private rp #this is kind of a shot in the dark #but i figured i'd give it a try at least

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constitutionalweasleymonarchy · 2 years

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I’ve always loved Ron (I still do!) but the way you describe Percy is making it so hard to choose which one I love more. They are so alike I’m so many ways, than they would like to admit. I feel as Ron was close to Percy when he was smaller and after the war of course. Percy would always protect Ron from the twins bullying tactics and that’s something that I always hope is true.

Plus, you are amazing at painting a picture of Percy. Like the way he wants to prove others wrong and let the woman (or women, “Days That End in Y”, God Damn Percy you animal 🥵🥵. I bet Molly would have a heart attack if she knew about her son’s multiple relationships! Its almost if he’s the hope of the family, minus the p. 👀 😂) know that he is different from the rest of his family.

He’s such an underrated character and I truly love the way you write him. You show his flaws, attributes and most importantly his heart in each of your fics. You’ve made me fall in love with Percy/Audrey, I’ll love to read more of your work!

Seriously, now it’s difficult for me to choose between Ron and Percy, especially since I realize I relate to the both of them. Do you have a preference? Also, what was the first thing that made you fall in love with Percy?

Love, love, love the way you write Percy and your writing is amazing ❤️ ❤️

❤️

I hope you have a good night/day

I’ve always loved Ron (I still do!) but the way you describe Percy is making it so hard to choose which one I love more.

This is such an incredible compliment!! 🤩

Lmao at Molly finding out about Percy's action. I think he's still the least of her concerns probably. Remember the twins using "magic" tricks to hit on Muggles in the village? And hey, Days That End In Y Percy has a respectable three committed relationships before settling down, with a few ✨intrigues✨ sprinkled in there. 😋 (I kid, of course. BUT if you'd like to read more about Percy being the, um, town broomstick, I am begging you to read A Touch of Mystery by @edie-k !)

It's impossible for me to have a preference between Ron and Percy. As HP characters go, Ron is like my first real love, the one you never forget. When I was reading the books, I was actively bummed out whenever he wasn't on the page. Percy's the one who snuck up on me. I wasn't into him the way I am now upon my first reading of the books, but I was fond of his appearances. Maybe it's because I, too, was a driven, studious rule-follower when I was younger, but I never found him insufferable, and was kind of surprised, in a way, by readers buying into the:

...treatment of him.

Anyway, nobody wants to hear me rant yet again about narrator bias and active reading. The point is, I think when I really got into him was when I started writing my Percy/Audrey fic Irrational back in 2009. That's right, I decided to write about him before I fully loved him. I wanted to write a romance and at that time I hadn't seen a lot of Percy-centric romance fics and I thought it would be fun to explore him and the person who would love him for who he is. I didn't want him to become reformed/ transformed/ whatever by Audrey. I wanted to celebrate his inherent worth.

And with that frame of mind -- plus going back through the books to revisit his scenes (and seeing the really actually great, endearing guy staring us right in the face in black & white, whose actions and mannerisms aren't nearly as worthy of ridicule as a younger sibling's jibes would suggest) -- it was impossible not to love him.

Anyway, your comment has me all 🥹🥰 over here, and I thank you for these fun questions!

#percy weasley #I love this character a totally normal amount #hp fanfic #hp fic recs #ask me #ronsgirlfriday

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terras-diary · 4 months

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manga review - from far away

some context: another saga in my quest to read old shojo manga. again, read some actually kind of nice scans, for once, on my ipad.

the story: you know what. the first 2/3 of this story i actually liked a lot. i liked the fantasy setting and i enjoyed the two main characters - noriko and izark. even though noriko has to get saved by izark like all the time. that came to irritate me later on. i think the biggest issue is the world and cast are far to vast for a 14 volume story. the larger helping cast of protagonists. there were so many. why. the duo also visited so many towns. why. i do not recall the names of the towns or opposing empires because they were truly not referenced enough in the text to learn, even though that is kind of the driving force of the story. or at least a large part of why the antagonists are after noriko. this manga should have either been cut down in cast and characters, or just been longer while not introducing anymore than it already had.

the characters: again, noriko was cool. she took initative to learn the language and from the very beginning she knew she was a hinderance but it wasn't really played in a 'i need saving' sort of way at the start. but as the story went on, you'd think she'd become stronger (physically) but she didn't. she really only mediated. it's like her character never grew that much from the prologue. by the end i was kind of sick of her damsel in distress shtick.

and izark was actually a pretty good love interest. he was cold, yes, but the difference was you actually had scenes from his point of view. he even cries. you knew his thoughts. unlike toya in ceres lol. but that is really the key difference is you can't just have a cold love interest but not show the story from their pov at some point. and there was an age gap between them i believe? but again, for whatever reason it didn't bother me. maybe because it was a fantasy setting and not the real world? not too sure on that one.

the villains. were. not. great. the main villain was this vaguely chinese guy, and as i read more shojo manga, many villains are vaguely chinese men. ceres and banana fish come to mind. i mean i know why. i'm even thinking back to terranigma, which is a great snes rpg btw. go look at what china looks like in that game. i am aware....

other villains than him though were like these giant heads. wasn't sure what was up with that. i don't think it was the same giant head, but having three giant heads on three separate occasions was kind of weird.

other villains were just there to be villainy. they didn't really have much else to do other than plot. more of a device than a character.

the art: it was good. but uhh you definitely knew who the goons were. i mean they were busted fr. there is nothing much else to say about that. just go look at them lmfao.

conclusion: glad to have read it. probably my favorite of the series i've read so far. i'd be interested in buying my own copies if (one) they weren't extremely expensive and (two) if i had room on my bookshelf left.

#book review

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hopefullystillatheatrestudent · 3 years

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i'm so excited about you taking asks again ahhhh okay so. if you'd absolutely had to choose. what would be your top 5 cockles moments, and why? thank you ily <3

here’s the thing: there are so many routes i could go down with this, because cockles moments come in all shapes and sizes and formats. these include moments from their panels, their bloopers, the footage we get when they don’t even know they’re being recorded, stories being passed down from photo ops & autographs(one of my personal favorite ways to get cockles, tbh, because they’re all insane), and social media(tweets to each other, instagram posts & comments, etc.).

SO! since many a list like this has already been made, and i want to stand out from the crowd, what i’m gonna do is definitively give the number one spot to each of these five categories.(i might even throw in honourable mentions because they’re so despicably in love that they warrant that. i really put my whole pussy into this, guys, i hope you’re happy.)

disclaimer: these are my own personal opinions. but that also means i’m right. so. enjoy.

number one: top cockles panel moment

so we’re starting off with a bang, because how do you even BEGIN to rank what atrocities jensen and misha commit at jibcon. every single one they’ve had is damning in it’s own right, for different reasons.

however, considering just how much unabashed fuckery they’ve given us to sift through, it’s a good thing i do have a personal favorite despite it all. it’s heartwarming, the sweetest thing i’ve ever seen, AND it’s jarringly cinematic - mainly because it has a whole ass arc to it that was years in the making. it might even be surprising to some people, but my favorite cockles panel moment, and what i consider the one that encompasses their entire gut-wrenching journey from 2008-2013 in the most sweepingly romantic gesture possible, is this one.

i want this burned into my retinas. i am not even joking. when i'm through with my explanation, let me convince you why this is thee most romantic cockles moment of all time.

first, some history: people call this the resume off, but many seem to forget the botched attempt at a resume off a year prior. and yes, you guessed it: it's during their break up. it's a juicy time period for a reason, guys. it came across as exceedingly one-sided and VERY awkward. let me refresh your memory as to just how bad it was, and just how hard jensen was trying and ultimately failing at winning misha over: the funniest part of the whole resume off in 2013??? every joke/bit had literally already been made/done. they were just going through the motions again, but the difference THIS time...is that misha reciprocated jensen's energy. it. is. fascinating. i want to get into it more detail in another post, and i'll link it here when i'm done, but the main takeaway, i think, and the main difference that showcases how much they've grown in a year, is that in jib 3, misha flat out refused to do an accent, and this time around, he indulges jensen for literal minutes. when i tell you they're crazy, they're crazy. i can't wait to actually dive into it later.

ANYWAY, the resume off culminates in this moment here. and, like, a million things happen in this gifset. actually, more like a million and one. the music starts playingneediremindyouthatthesongissingingintherain(h e l p), misha starts dancing, jensen 'perpetually fake grumpy' ackles lets misha think he's not going to join, misha sits down defeated, but no!!! that was jensen's plan all along(look at his stupid fucking smirk) and he offers his arm to his dance partner who immediately grins like a fool, jensen then leads misha into their kick step, they perfectly synchronise and let loose, and are then very clearly having the time of their lives, hanging off of each other with joy and ease. from their expressions alone i can tell that this moment is so. so. so. so! much more than what initially meets the eye. i mean-misha is fighting back the biggest smile i've ever seen. to me, it reads like jensen is offering something to misha, something that misha kind of gave up on expecting, and him offering his arm like that is like, a surprise to him in the best possible way(and it's so not platonic, let me just say that.) as soon as jensen did that, it ushered in a new era of cockles. this panel is jensen and misha's favourite for a reason, and i think this moment is the biggest clue as to why.

whew!!! ok. that took a lot out of me and that was only point one. moving on,

number two: top cockles blooper moment

cockles bloopers hold an extremely special place in my heart, because it shows just how fucking disastrous jensen and misha are. they are so goddamn infatuated with each other that they HOLD UP PRODUCTION ALL THE TIME TO FLIRT WITH EACH OTHER(???). let me repeat. let it sink in. jensen ackles; arguably one of the most professional actors on that show who puts everything he has into each scene, with mountains and mountains of notes to prove it: would rather hold up production to flirt with misha collins. this sounds fake. it's not. he does it. all. the. time. and here's the thing guys!!! i'm gonna let you in on a secret!!! misha loves it. he loveesssss it. on top of that-misha collins: overlooked because he's pranked and people assume he's unprofessional as well, but his only pranks are in retaliation/off-set, and he rarely if EVER causes problems if he can help it....lets himself get carried away when it comes to jensen making kissy faces at him!!! are you actually kidding me!!! i mean. misha. it's just a face. you've seen it a million times. i don't buy that it triggers something in you that strongly....you like it, and you like jensen's reaction. you can't fool me!!! lisa berry's face in that one gifset shows just how fed up the crew is with their gross, coupley boyfriend antics.

i could pull up so many examples. sooooooo many. but my favourite was sealed since the moment i saw it.

i actually already wrote an analysis on it but i can't find it :(((( which SUCKS because i really unpacked the whole thing. i'll try to summarise.

basically, a backstory is part of this too!!! jensen and misha both had a really really hard time with this scene(because it's explicitly romantic there i said it), they sat down for hours and poured over their scripts together, they were super super nervous going into filming, both of them, jensen especially, were super hard on themselves for their performances not being true to their characters but they both complimented the other's work(boyfriend moments fr). so, yeah. they weren't confident going into shooting. and how do they get themselves to feel better???? by cuddling each other, apparently.

a lot. a LOT. happens in this specific blooper. to the point that i saw it years before i knew about cockles and it raised all sorts of flags for me.

1) stop pulling my face towards your crotch(as a thinly veiled request that misha would, in fact, move jensen's face towards his crotch, considering it was jensen moving himself there in the first place. also, why so comfy down there guys???) 2) you're my baby daddy i know(in the most intimate voice i've ever heard please) 3) i know, i know, i love you too i didn't say i love you i know but you wanted to say it etc. misha's right, of course. that's what jensen meant.

it just reeks of comfort, familiarity and intimacy between the two, and it's a moment that is extremely sweet and silly at the same time. they're so <3

number three: top cockles found footage moment

WONDERFUL category. truly the culmination of the cockles experience. many people have said that shipping cockles doesn't work because 'they're just onstage you dummies!! they're playing it up for the audience!!!' here's the thing, love. i could not disagree with you more. once you climb your way up the cockles ladder, you soon learn that they are, in fact, playing their dynamic DOWN, not up. they really are just Like That™, and they could not care less about the paying audience, if we're being honest, considering how much time they take to giggle with each other and refuse to let the audience in on the joke. and i love them for it <3

anyway, my point is that this category is for all you naysayers out there, all you 'jensen and misha's relationship is just for show and is real life queerbaiting'(?????lordhelp???) oh yeah? ok, explain this.

he. he. he calls jensen sweetheart. literally enough said. there's nothing to really add here, except, misha and jared then immediately engage in damage control. jared's method is distraction and misha's is retconning('get out of the car, dude') this was what got me to buy into the cockles dumpster for GOOD good. you don't call your buddy sweetheart accidentally and sound so completely earnest while doing it! especially not when that buddy is jensen ackles!!! you think he would let any of his friends call him that? do you?

one more thing; if it was a slip of the tongue, little mouth thing or whatever, you think jared wouldn't have jumped on it immediately??? i can hear it now. 'did you just call him SWEETHEART???' yeah. that's what i thought. you know why he didn't? because it was too revealing.

number four: top cockles autograph moment

i mean, i think we all know what it's gonna be, and if you don't, well, do i have the piece de cockles resistance that is gonna send you over the edge.

if you haven't heard of this story by now, as a cockles, truther, i'm gonna go ahead and get you to read it, because there is no possible heterosexual explanation for any of it, and you're fooling yourself if you think otherwise.

spoiler alert: it's the story where phones weren't allowed in an auto session, jensen nuzzles himself in misha's hair, leans his full body weight onto him, holds his hand, etc. etc. i'm imploding just repeating this back, actually. also, just, the sheer amount of stories from photo ops where they tackle hug each other or slap each other's asses or sing romantic songs to each other or almost kiss is, frankly, a lot. if i could wish for anything, it would be to witness them in person.

and finally,

number five: top cockles social media moment

this one is super difficult, because there's obviously a lot to choose from. but you know what? full send, i'm going with this one:

i just. what to say about this. how often do misha and jensen watch sunsets together for it to qualify as ‘always’ ??? why are sunsets synonymous with their relationship??? that’s like??? a very romantic thing????? ‘this guy’??? the fact that it’s a CANDID??? i don’t know guys.

that could have been better but i am TIRED so. there you go rose ily

#cockles #cockles ask #liz answers #i really just. spend hours. writing about misha and his boyfriend.#why. why do i. do that #long post for ts

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catxsnow · 4 years

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ADMIT IT D.W.

Summary: You crush on the great Boy Wonder was a little more than obvious

Warning: Older!Damian fLiRtInG

A/N: Damian is like early twenty’s here.

GIF not mine

Word count: 2k

It was a stormy night in Gotham. Rain poured from the dark sky and thunder boomed continuously. It seemed like any other night in that dreaded city. Day in day out, nothing but clouds and overcast. It was like the sun never shined in that city. If this was God's cruel punishment against the city, then you couldn't blame him.

Between the crime rates, the horrible citizens, and the corrupt police force, Gotham was no sanctuary. It was a city made for sinners, thugs, and those unfortunate few who had no chance of escape. You hated Gotham, you hated it enough to try and fight against the dreaded nights and sorrow days.

You worked by yourself, but it wasn't a surprise if part of Batman and crew showed up to your fight scene. They allowed you to continue your fight against crime as a vigilante, but they didn't dare trust you enough to take down important missions on your own. Sometimes you appreciated their help, most times, it was a nuisance.

It had been only a few years since you started this gig. Slowly at first, taking down petty thefts and drunk assholes. Then you started reaching the bigger leagues, the crime lords and mobsters. Soon, you became popular enough to be within Batman's radar.

The night was quiet, despite the loud thunder that rolled across the clouds. You saw the outline of Robin standing along the building edge. His cape flowed in the wind and his shadow cast upon the city as lightening struck behind him. You scoffed to yourself, but nonetheless flipped over to him.

"Dramatic much?" you asked. Judging by Robin's build, his voice, even the way he moved, you guessed that he had to have been around your age. At least, he was the closet out of all the others. You were nearing twenty-one, just shy of being able to buy your own drinks.

"Quiet out there tonight, huh?" You asked as he didn't reply. Robin seemed to tolerate you, nothing more, nothing less. He spoke very few extra words than needed and always had a snarky tone. You couldn't tell if that was because of his facade, or if that was who he really was.

Even so, after working with him several times, you couldn't help but be attracted to him. His voice, his actions, the way that he beat the ever living hell out of douchebags. Robin finally turned to face you, jumping down from the small ledge that he once stood.

"It is," he agreed. Truth be told, around you - it was an act. He would never admit that he enjoyed time with you. "That doesn't mean that you need to come bother me."

"But you're my favourite person to bother," you approached him. Damian stood still as you dragged your gloved hands up his chest and rested them at the bottom of his neck. "Why can't you just admit that you like my little visits."

"Because then I'd be falling into Batman's footsteps with Catwoman," Robin scoffed. He would never allow himself to admit that he did enjoy seeing you on the rooftops. Most times when he was on his own, he wished that you would show up to see him, even if it was just a coincidence.

His eyes would linger on you, the suit you wore was tight around every perfect curve of your body. Even the way you swaggered towards him like you knew god damn well that any man watching was eyeing you up. Damian wanted his eyes to be the only ones on you.

"Ugh," You rolled your eyes. You had a few run ins with Catwoman, none of them ending well. "I'm nothing like her. She's a thief, I fight for the good guys. I'm on your side, it's okay to admit it." You took another step closer to him so your chests touched.

You had a bad habit of shamelessly flirting with him. Robin was well aware of your attempts to flirt with him - and if he was any good at it he would have flirted back. Instead, his words came out cryptic. You often were confused by what he was feeling - his body was relaxed near you but his words said otherwise.

"Come on, Robin. Just one little word, just admit it," a Cheshire grin covered your cheeks as you stood on your toes. Your lips just barely brushed against his before pulling away. Fuck, did Damian want to pull you in, to kiss your properly after all these months of teasing him like this. You never gave him the satisfaction of what your lips truly felt like.

Damian's shoulders stiffened. He knew very little about you. Hell, he didn't even know your name, where you came from, how old you were. Yet, without knowing anything about you, he still found himself wanting to agree to your pleas. To admit that he enjoyed your company was to admit that he liked you. How could he like someone without even knowing them?

"I'll get you one day," you promised him. Damian watched as you backed away from him. The sway in your hips was entrancing and he couldn't look away. You stood up on the ledge that he was previously at. With a wink in his direction, you flipped off and soared down. Damian's breath caught in his throat, worried that you were going to fall to your death.

Not even a second later, you came flying back up again. A grappling gun was secured in the palm of your hand and your laugh echoed through the stormy night. Damian furrowed his eyebrows and looked down at his belt. You had stolen the grappling gun from him. Had you just used him to get the tech? Or did you genuinely want him to admit that he liked your visits? He wouldn't know.

"Fuck." Me.

Damian wished that he could get you out of his head. As Robin, as himself, he couldn't do it. He spent hours at night thinking about you, who you really were. He wanted to meet you, the real you. He tried finding out who you were, but you were careful - careful enough for Batman to have not figured it out yet.

He wanted to see you again. At night, he searched for you rather than searching for crime. He needed to see you again. This ache in his chest was driving him crazy and seeing you again was the only thing that was going to fix it. Damian was only frustrated by these feelings, he didn't want them to affect his everyday life but here he was.

It was over a week since your last encounter. He hadn't seen you, or any signs that you were even out on the streets. Damian was getting worried about you, he always saw that you were protecting the city at least once every few days. It was far too long to have no signs at all.

Damian overlooked the city from one of the tallest buildings in Gotham. It was stormy out again, this time the rain pounded against his skin, soaking him to the bone. He was cold, miserable, and was ready to call it a night and head back home.

"The Boy Wonder," a voice from behind him spoke. Damian nearly sighed in relief at the sound of your voice. He spun around to see you leaning against one of the arches. The grappling hook that you stole from him was tightly secured around your waist. He looked down at it. "Sorry, I don't exactly have the money to get one of my own, figured you'd have lots."

You weren't wrong. There were tons in the batcave, he just wasn't particularly excited to tell Batman that you had taken one from him. You strolled up to him, wiping some of the water that drenched your face off. It was useless, the rain wouldn't stop.

Damian noticed the stitches that laced up your cheek. His hand went up to your face, skimming just below where you had been cut. "What happened?" He asked, concern in his voice.

"Didn't realize you cared, Robin," you joked. As he moved his hand once more, you winced in pain. He went to lower his hand but you placed yours on top, forcing him to stay there. "Got myself into some trouble right after I saw you last. Thought I could take them, pulled out of pair of brass and well..." you trailed off. "It was nothing bad. Just a cut and some bruises. Had to stay home for a few days."

So, he was right to be worried. You were fine now, but what about the next time? What about the time that you aren't going to make it out with such ease?

"I'm fine, now," You told him, as if you were reading his thoughts. The brief look of sadness in your eyes was instantly replaced. "Better now that I'm with you.” You tried to reach for another one of his weapons but Damian was too quick. He latched onto your hand before you could steal something else of his.

You tried to interlock your fingers but, Damian pulled away and he once again went back to his rigid form. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were up here looking for me." You gestured to the high skyline and then looked back at Robin.

"I was looking to see if there was any criminal activity," Robin corrected. Lies. He was looking for you, but he wasn't going to tell you that. "But I am glad to see you aren't dead."

"Why because you'd miss me?" You teased. You jumped around him, flipping here and there to get some of the pent up energy released. Being forced to stay at home had you going stir crazy. However, with the rain making the roof top more slippery, you had lost you footing and nearly fell right off the edge. Robin had grabbed your wrist just in time, pulling you with so much force that you landed into his chest.

"Because you owe me," he referred to the grappling hook. He didn't mind you keeping it. "Twice, now."

"Mhmm, I could make up for it, right now. Up here, on this rooftop, with no one around," you suggested. The only reason that he knew you weren't completely serious was the joking tone in your voice. Yet, he swore he could feel your finger traceing his chest plate right on his skin. His thigh trapped between your legs, and you were nearly begging for attention. "Just the two of us."

He was tempted. God, was he tempted. Damian didn't care if anyone would show up, he would gladly accept your offer. But he couldn't, he knew he couldn't. So, as much as he wanted to, he denied. You pouted at him, which had made it even harder for him to decline your idea.

"Come work with Batman and I," Robin suddenly countered your offer. "The tech, the protection, at least someone will have your back so this doesn't happen again."

You pulled away from him. Batman had already offered to become a part of his team. You were sure he had a stickler for having young kids under his wing but you weren't eager to become one of them. It was easier to work alone, at least that way you would never have guilt of messing up with them.

"It was nice seeing you again, Robin," you had done the exact same thing as last time, flipping off the roof to dive into the streets. This time however, as you left, the playful smile wasn't on your face, but a frown. Were you really that offended to be working with a team? Damian was sure that you would have jumped on the opportunity to be able to see him more.

Damian frustratingly sighed. He ran a hand through his soaked hair. What was it going to take for you to join him? He just wanted you safe. Damian would never be able to forgive himself if you died while trying to save the city because you couldn't agree to work with him.

Avoiding Robin was easier said than done. Firstly, you didn't want to avoid him, you wanted to be there with him, teasing him like you always did. Secondly, between him, the Bats, and the others, it was near impossible to get anything done without being spotted by them. Yet, you managed.

Not being able to see Robin made you realize how much you actually liked him. It wasn't just playfully flirting, but a hope that he would in fact be able to recognize your affection. You wanted to know who he was, as a real person not as some side kick of Batman. Whoever was hiding under the mask was your number one goal to find out.

Maybe the only way to do that, was to join him.

You didn't want the pressure that being on a team came with. People relying on you? No, that wasn't something you were ready for. But maybe, with their help you could be ready for it. Maybe if they were so adamant on you joining, then they needed you just as much as you needed them.

So, instead of avoiding Robin, you searched for him. It had been weeks since you had seen him last. The gap in your visits was hard on you. It made you wonder how you could care for someone who you didn't even know. Robin thought the same thing, you just weren't aware of it.

"You must be getting tired of this rain too," You nearly jumped at the voice from behind you. Robin was leaning against a pillar with his arms crossed over his chest and a satisfied look on his face. Finally, he found you. He just wasn't aware that you let him find you, you wanted to see him again.

"By this point. I'm used to it," You answered. "Besides, getting to see you all wet like this? Mmm, that's a treat all in itself." You dragged a hand through his wet hair, having to stand up on your toes to even be able to reach. God, did you love when he got flustered to the point of not knowing what to say.

"It's been a while," Robin stated. You shrugged at him, pretending that the time that you spent away didn't bother you. Of course it did, but seeing the disappointed look on his face that you didn't seem to care? That was worth it.

"I was busy," You nonchalantly informed, waking away from him and back into the rain. It was true, you did have several busy nights but for the most part, things had been quiet, boring even. "Who do you think put Two-Face back in Arkham?"

"I figured as much," Robin stalked back over to you. He stood right by your side, brushing against your suit.

"You miss me?" You smirked up at him. He should have expected that question, you asked it nearly every time. However, the tone in your voice, the way that you were holding yourself up, it caught him off guard. You were genuinely wanting him to say that he had missed you - and after all these times that he denied it - he admitted it.

"Yes."

You looked up at him in shock. Robin always found a way to change the subject or come up with some sort of quip that ensured you that he didn't miss you when you disappeared. You could always tell that he was lying when he denied it but hearing him finally admit that he missed you meant everything to you.

Damian finally looked down to you. He didn't mean to blurt out the answer but he couldn't hide the truth any longer. Seeing you was always the highlight of his night, he couldn't deny that any longer.

"I want to see you, as much as I can," Damian continued on. He was surprising himself by these words, it was rare that he spoke of his emotions. "These little visits, they're not enough for me any longer. I need to see you, to fill this void in my chest when I'm not with you. Come work with me, please."

You were nearly as shocked by his words as he was. Robin never uttered a word of how he cared for you, how he craved to see you. Hearing him say this was everything that you ever wanted to hear. You cared for him, but could never accept that he cared for you back, he never proved it to you that he did.

After a moment of silence, Damian began to panic. Did you not feel the same way? Was the flirting just a trick? A game? No, it couldn't be.

Damian watched as you reached up towards your face, peeling of that mask that covered half your face. You met his eyes when your face was bare, revealing who you were and what you truly looked like. Damian was in awe of your beauty, everything about you was just as perfect as he had imagined.

"(Y/N)," You told him. "(Y/N) (L/N). I proved to you that I care enough about you, now prove to me that you care enough for me to join." You didn't expect him to do the same action as you - maybe one day but not yet. However, you also didn't expect what he actually did, either.

Damian kissed you.

His hands cupped the sides of your face, wishing that he didn't have these gloves on so he could feel you. Rain drops raced down your skin, between your lips that parted when needing a breath of air. Bodies pressed so close together that nothing could have broken you apart.

He kissed you with all this pent up desire that you constantly left him with. The worry that he had for you when you were on the streets by yourself. The neediness that he felt every time he was near you. He kissed you like he had cared about you for years.

Damian pulled away from you, his fingers still resting your facing. He rested his forehead against yours. This small taste of getting what he wanted didn't come close to fulfilling his desires. He needed you, constantly.

"I'll join you, Boy Wonder," you spoke barely above a whisper. "Just admit that you've been wanting to do that since the day we met because I've wanted you to do that since then."

"I admit it."

#damian wayne #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne oneshot #damian wayne x reader #older!damian #dc imagine #dc one shot #dc #batfam #batfam imagine #fluff #batman

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rpmemesbyarat · 3 years

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RP meme from Scream Queens Ep 1 "Pilot" & Ep 2 "Hell Week"(Note: Offensive content, use at own discretion)

Something really bad happened.

Did you just get your period all over yourself?

This isn't my blood.

Who told you you could have a baby here tonight?

I'm sure I can walk if I can just get some Gatorade.

I don't care if you can walk.

How are we supposed to get you to the front door without everyone seeing you all gross and postpartum?

No one wants to see that at a party.

This is super embarrassing.

I didn't even know I was pregnant.

You guys, they're playing "Waterfalls."

Is that a baby? Amazing.

I am not missing "Waterfalls" for this. "Waterfalls" is my jam.

Give the baby some mojito to quiet it down.

How do you know she's dead?

These are my minions. I don't know their names. I don't want to know their names.

I have a colonic at 10

Life is a class system.

Oh, still a lot of puke to scrub.

Yeah, you have an amazing skill at telling people what they need to hear.

I'm sorry. Did I ask you to pull down my panties and blow a compliment up my butt?

I hate sororities, and I hate you.

First of all, I'm not a lesbian.

You see, out in the real world, people just don't talk that way to other people. It's not normal.

Well, that sure sounds suspicious.

No one forced that goat to get as drunk as it got.

Historically, short people are sneaky backstabbers, like Napoleon or Paul Shaffer.

I could actually handle that you're built like a Thai ladyboy, but what I can't stand is that you think you're my heir apparent.

Don't you want me to spray-tan you?

I would honestly rather not have you around.

The police still can't figure out who filled that tank with hydrochloric acid.

It's good enough for me, and the D.A., who, last I heard, considers the case closed.

What is that skirt?

Your organization might want to find a lawyer.

I'm a pretty smart cookie.

I would not get personal with me, sweetheart.

I don't fight fair.

I am sentimental.

Look, girls are vicious, okay?

I don't have any of my own memories.

Just like we planned. Three-second silent hug, and then you leave.

Ooh, somebody call CSI, because there was a murder scene in that bathroom.

Someone puked in the sink and I'm pretty sure I saw an actual ringworm climbing up the wall. I'm not afraid of anything, but that bathroom scared the crap out of me.

This is gonna be a year of infinite possibilities.

Hold this. It's too heavy.

You didn't knock!

Look at them. They're the dregs of society.

Each one of these gashes is worse than the next.

She smells like hot dog water, and probably sprained her neck giving blumpkins down at the local bowling alley.

Look, I'm not saying that all heterosexual sex is rape. I'm saying all heterosexual sex is gross, and that deep down, every woman knows this.

All that girl's after is a whole lot of bikini burger.

Hey, girl, can I just ask you, what's up with your outfit?

God knows what they're talking about, basic bitches.

What fresh hell is this?

I need you to stay popular, 'cause if you want to stay at the top of the list of the pieces of ass I'm getting, there's criteria. And the criteria is you got to be popular.

Okay, I'm gonna stop you right there, because I'm getting really pissed off.

Stop fake crying.

Anyone you dated would be popular. I mean, they would be popular because they're dating you.

My ego, it's super strong, ok, but it's not strong enough that I can just go around dating garbage people.

Like, yes, I could find a random girl who wasn't popular, and, yes, if I started dating her she would then become popular.

But you said you loved me.

I do sort of love you.

I would love you a lot more if other people loved you, too.

Okay, I need you to leave because you're bumming me out

We're just trying to have a nice day hitting golf balls at hippies.

Pretty girls, like you and me.

That's why I'm gonna burn your face off.

Ugh! You burned the milk!

Next time, I get you fired, or worse.

Actually, I just want a regular coffee. Those white girl pumpkin spice lattes annoy me.

I like to think of myself, uh, as an investigative reporter.

I had to get a restraining order.

I tend to get a bit passionate about things.

Look, you intentionally led me on.

You kept acting like you liked me just so you could humiliate me.

Enter, ye who dare.

I love a creepy collage.

It's about kicking the living crap out of someone when they disrespect you.

I was just in your room, where I noticed you have a sizeable shrine with evil burning candles, photos of me with my face scratched out and pairs of my stolen panties.

How about I just drown you in it?

Well, of course she's dead! You just burned her face off!

You don't die from getting your face burned off.

There's a dead woman in your kitchen.

I'm going to the authorities.

That's not how I saw it. And my witnesses agree.

You're an awful person.

Who wants cocktails?

How did my life turn into this?

Have you seen the way girls dress on this campus?

I'm sitting in the same office I used to throw bricks into.

You're awful in bed. Are you aware?

I'm gonna take a pair of your panties.

I'm gonna barf on your face unless you get out of here.

Try to figure out who gave you such disgusting mommy issues.

You loaded a dead body into a freezer.

What are you proposing?

I want to help you with your exposé, secretly feed you info.

You need eyes on the inside.

I don't know what to do with the body.

Are you saying dead bodies don't turn you on?

You are so lame, you know that?

God, I love all that death stuff.

Show me the body.

Show me the dead body.

This blood oath will ensure solidarity among us. We are all related now.

I just Googled "blood oath" and this is what came up.

What does this oath even mean?

I just need you all to not say anything about what happened, and I figured a blood oath was cheaper than buying you all presents.

Wait, what about STDs?

Idiot, you don't get STDs from blood oaths.

You get STDs from dirty toilet seats and drinking the water in Mexico.

Um, "STD" stands for "sexually transmitted disease," which means that it's transmitted sexually.

When were you in Mexico?

You know what, forget the blood oath.

I can't stay silent!

I'm calling my mom, and I'm going home.

Okay, Pissy Spacek, you and I have a few differences we need to iron out.

I want you to be one of my minions.

It's the gateway to the top of the heap.

You put on a good front, but you're miserable.

Don't you think any of that has anything to do with the fact that you've created an atmosphere based solely on negativity and raw ambition?

Can we talk for real for a second, please?

I mean, you're so confident without being mean. What antidepressants are you on?

Don't you see that all that's happened isn't a crisis? It's an opportunity.

Yeah, no, I tried. See, I really tried. But all of this flowery, peace-on-Earth crap, it makes me want to puke.

You haven't even seen half of what I'm capable of!

Totally spit in your coffee, bitch.

I don't mean to be a contrarian, but I'm enjoying this.

Is that killer noises or am I hallucinating?

I'm gonna ask one more time, will you speak up?

What can you tell us about the murder?

There's an exodus right now.

The risks are real, but we need to close ranks.

I don't feel comfortable with a man protecting me. It's representative of the patriarchal, post-colonial culture that encourages violence against women.

We buy a pig and feed it the body. Pigs will eat anything.

Don't go skating on those poop lagoons, because if you fall in, you'll drown in the poop and come springtime, there'll be nothing left of your body.

Here's what you should do. Pulverize her teeth, burn off her fingerprints, and disfigure her face. Once her body is unrecognizable, we can create an incision on her inner thigh and drain out all of her bodily fluids. That'll give us more time to deconstruct the body.

Truly grinding down a body takes a lot of work. You need a really good food processor, and you run the risk of fouling the plumbing, which is why you should only do it if you know how to clear out meat and bones from a drain pipe.

I'm willing to help in any way possible.

You're obviously a psychopath and those ideas are insane!

Why are you trying to terrify us?

Can I call you Mom?

I feel so loved and protected by all of you.

Actually, it's a new pop culture trend where young women desperately in need of role models call other girls they look up to Mom.

I thought you'd be cool with it.

I mean, I did just give you several ways to dispose of a body.

Okay, fine. Just stop talking.

You are so friggin' creepy!

Someone just mowed off a deaf girl's head in our backyard.

I mean, as you can see, I'm not licensed to carry a sidearm.

Wait, so you don't have a gun?

I have pepper spray. And I have a walkie talkie that I can use to call the police, who do have guns.

What good are you?

Get the hell out of there. Run away, real fast.

Now, I would give you my number, but my cell phone is off right now.

If you want the place clean, maybe you shouldn't have burned the maid's face off.

Don't you wonder what's in there?

People have been whispering about that house for years, that it's haunted, that something really bad happened. I mean, there's no way there isn't some real-life story behind it, right?

I'm gonna have to break in.

I mean, I don't think anyone's gonna get killed in the 30 minutes we make out, right?

Can you stop talking?

You're kind of ruining whatever was good about it.

Please try to understand the situation I'm in.

I don't give a rat's ass about your job.

You know, I find good parenting incredibly attractive.

You're a snoopy little bugger.

Whose bloody clothes are those?

Supposedly, it was a super fun party.

We're all gonna pay for this.

I think it's all crap. Just a myth.

What happened to the baby?

Sometimes I picture myself like Derek Jeter, you know?

I'm gonna choke you out.

There's a serial killer on the loose.

Please don't say you want to choke me.

I'd love having sex with your corpse.

I'm sorry. This isn't working for me.

Well, I sort of am your boyfriend, and I'm protecting you by having sex with you.

No! I don't need a man to protect me.

How could I have wasted this much time?

Is my self-esteem really that low?

I'm sorry. I think we need to take a break.

I need you to leave right now!

You know, it would really help me feel better if I could just crawl into bed with you for a few minutes.

Are you gonna touch my wiener, or you gonna leave my wiener alone?

I'll leave your wiener alone.

Where are your hands?

He has a huge boner!

Why don't you go in there and ogle his big old boner?

Okay, uh, first of all, I'm not gonna go ogle his big old boner, because I'm not gay.

Look, I'm sorry everybody wants to have sex with me. Okay? I can't help that.

I'm hot. Everybody wants to get with this. Women, men, animals in the zoo, plants, probably.

You're gonna have to go right now, 'cause I am breaking up with you.

Excuse me, I broke up with you!

I regretted what I said, and I just wanted to come here and tell you that I am so sorry.

Well, I accept your apology. And now I'm breaking up with you.

Do you know why I'm breaking up with you?

You can't deal with how hot I am.

Sorry, I just broke up with you.

Can you please put some clothes on?

Um, they said, uh, I shouldn't be alone, you know, in case I fall asleep and die.

Can I just get you a robe or something though?

So you're saying I'm the killer?

Okay, this isn't about me thinking you're boyfriend material.

God, I was so gonna go to third base with you tonight, too.

What if we stapled their earlobes?

Private like the parts on a man you like putting in your mouth?

I want to publicly come out as gay on my own.

I mean, you guys have to accept everybody, right?

I actually think that's illegal.

I will come after you, do you understand that? I will destroy you.

I trust you'll consider my offer.

Name one bad thing that ever happened at a Best Buy parking lot.

You're just, like, super attractive.

Um, well, I was trying to be inconspicuous.

It's better than losing your life.

I have a thing for playlists.

Someone's got a poo belly.

Sweet Yeezus, I don't even know where to begin with you.

Bitch, I'm about to smack you so hard, your tampon's gonna pop out.

I heard screaming.

So you think the serial killer is still up there?

Upstairs to get the killer before he gets away!

You just said that you think the killer is up there, and that's where you want to go?

This is freakin' terrifying!

The killer is in the house! You hear me?

I need my damn inhaler.

What, am I supposed to be scared?

Don't even come out. We plan on getting drunk, and I don't want your bad attitude ruining it.

We're headed down to White Stallion to pick up some sluts, baby!

Yes, okay, I burned her slightly, but stop saying that I killed her.

That was a tragic accident.

I am a kind and devoted and loving friend to all.

I'm not some crazed psychopath.

Maybe you're the killer.

I will not be put on trial.

The truth is we don't know who the killer is, and, yes, I suppose it could be someone in this room.

You want to go first?

I banged, like, 50 chicks.

What took you so long?

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stormgardenscurse · 4 years

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Happy Birthday, Yuki!

My first proper(-ish?) A3! piece, featuring Yuki’s birthday! Fem!Reader, suggested to be around the middle/high-schooler age. Kind of tomboyish (running around with Juza and Taichi, gaming with Itaru and Banri, etc.) This is a casual type of reader insert, since I’m just starting to write for these guys. Do drop by my askbox if you’d like to see more of this fandom!

“How much time have we got?” Banri asks you, surveying the pile of decorations.

School’s just ended, and the plan was to occupy Yuki on his way back in order to set up for his birthday. Normally you'd distract him yourself, but in light of a small time-frame you’ve decided that all hands on deck were needed.

“One hour by Muku, then we’ll send Taichi over for another hour.” You turn to Banri with a grin. “Just like a game, right? We’ve got all our pieces set up.”

Truly, spending time with him and Itaru was rubbing off on you.

“A game, huh?” A competitive gleam enters his eyes. “Then we’ll clear it, easy.”

“Stop standing around and yapping,” Sakyo enters the room. “If you want to surprise Rurikawa like you planned you better hurry up.”

With that as a reminder you begin to assign items to everyone, double-checking as you go to make sure nothing was overlooked. You’ve decided that since Yuki always looked out for you despite your quirks and troubles, you’ll do your best for him today.

Strengthening your resolve, you turn to the boys that’ve gathered. “Right, let’s get to work!”

"This was nice and all," Yuki says to Muku, picking up the takeout bag. "But it isn't like you to be so spontaneous and try out a new cafe."

Reading his suspicion, Muku quickly covers it up with a short laugh, waving his hands as if to clear the air. "I just wanted to do something with you for your birthday, is all~ The guys on the track team mentioned that the desserts here were stylish, so it made me think of you!"

Fortunately, nervousness isn't an oddity from Muku, so Yuki relaxes his guard a bit. "I guess that makes sense… Though I don't get why people make such a big deal of birthdays, sometimes."

"It's an opportunity for us to show our appreciation for you." Muku opens the door for them as they leave. He's bought the others an hour, but isn't sure if that was enough. "Speaking of, why don't-"

"Yuki!!"

The pair jumps at the sudden sound, turning to see Taichi running towards them at an alarming speed. He doesn't seem like he intends to slow down, which makes Yuki step back and raise his hands in an attempt to stop him.

"Slow down, you dumb-"

"Happy Birthday!"

Taichi attacks Yuki with a side hug, hanging by his arm like a child. This earns him an unimpressed stare from the green-head, while Muku manages a little chuckle at the sight.

"What are you even doing here?" An exasperated Yuki sighs, pushing the other boy off. "Shouldn't you be back at the dorms by now?"

"Actually!" Taichi reveals a shopping list, "I came to help with buying groceries, but there's a lot to carry so it’ll be easier if we all go."

"How did you know we were nearby?" He rests a hand at his hip, wearing a doubtful look. "Creep."

"It's not like that! Y/n gave me a heads up in case I needed the help."

"Ah, right! We sent her a picture of the desserts that looked cute." Muku joins in, asserting Taichi's excuse.

In reality, you had planned out this entire scene by asking Muku to send updates from the cafe. Since you’re normally messing around rather than planning things like these, your strategic ability came as a surprise to most. Both he and Taichi make a mental note to never cross you, lest you use your powers for evil.

"...and Y/n is probably busy climbing the roof with Trianglian or something." Yuki shakes his head, seeming to have bought into the story. "Fine, we'll help you out. No one needs the groceries to be damaged from mishandling."

"I'm fine with that." Muku agrees, turning in the direction of the supermarket. "Shall we get going?"

- During the party -

“Why’d you go so far to buy two hours, though?” Yuki gestures to Taichi, who had intercepted him and Muku to further stall. “Did it really take that long to set up?”

“Well, Y/n was pretty adamant about having things up to standard.” Azuma smiles. “If anything was shoddily put up she’d go after whoever was in charge; no one would’ve dared to slack off.”

“It didn’t help that Banri and Sakyo were backing her up, too.” Tsuzuru recalls, grabbing another snack. “I thought I’d hung the decorations upside-down at one point - my heart almost stopped.”

You feel your face burn from their words. “It wasn’t that bad!”

The party goes on for a while. You and Yuki chat over at the side while the guys take to start a new video game (Itaru apparently bought it in honour of his birthday, so they were determined to clear it perfectly on the first try in his name).

Sounds of battle and intense playing sound over Kazunari’s narrations, which cause Yuki to roll his eyes. “Those idiots… It’s a good thing the place is large enough that we won't disturb any neighbours.”

“Not like anyone would dare come over, though.” You laugh. “The last time the mailman arrived Juza answered the door, remember?”

He shakes his head exasperatedly. “Those Autumn gangsters… They’re hopeless.”

As if summoned by the mention of them, Omi passes by. He joins in the conversation for a bit. “Hopefully the cake’s to your taste?” He asks playfully. “Kazunari helped draw on the cats on top as a memento to your second play.”

“I knew it… Those designs looked too familiar.” Yuki brings a hand to his head. “I guess I should be grateful he didn’t just paint a portrait on.”

Omi chuckles. “It would be quite a sight if he did.” As if a thought just occurred to him, he turns to you, voice melting into concern. “Y/n, did you ever treat your knee?”

You suddenly remember what happened - the injury had dulled away so it never crossed your mind. “Ah, I completely forgot… I’ll just wrap it up later at night. It doesn’t even hurt.” You try to assure them.

Yuki gives you a strict look. “No, you’re getting it treated now.”

When he starts off in the direction of the rooms, Omi bids you good luck. “It’s nice to know that he’s looking after you.”

Your shoulders slump as you make to follow him, guilt wrapping around your reply. “He shouldn’t have to… It’s his birthday.”

“I don’t think he minds, actually.” Omi lends you a knowing smile. “You should hurry so that you can return soon.”

“Seriously… How‘d this even happen?” Yuki applies the sanitizer to your knee, making you wince from the sting.

“We were hanging up the banners,” you sheepishly smile over the pain. “I tripped from the ladder and caught myself, but…” You gesture to the injury. “I scratched it on the roof.”

“You should’ve let the others do it.” He’s wrapping it up now. “Pretty sure Misumi or Banri could’ve done it quicker.”

You pout at that, crossing your arms defiantly. “I wanted to work hard for you! And I shouldn’t be let off from the work just because I’m a girl!”

Yuki sighs, clipping the first aid kit shut. “This isn’t about you being a girl.” He then meets your eyes seriously. “It’s about you being clumsy when you get too excited over something. You’re always running around with the others and come back fine, but once you’re distracted you’ll be open to injury.”

You open your mouth to rebut, but come up short. “Betrayal.” You say semi-dramatically. “I can’t believe you’re calling me out like this.”

He snorts, “I just don’t want someone important to me getting hurt.”

As if he didn’t just say something touching, Yuki gets up from the bed to store the things away. When he looks at you again, he pauses and raises a brow at how you’re staring. “What?” He asks, suddenly conscious of his surroundings.

You shake your surprise away, getting up as well. “Nothing, nothing…” By now you’ve made it to the door of his room. He’s a little ways behind you, to which you turn back, shooting him a happy look. “Love you too, Yuki. Thanks for patching me up!”

With that, you hurry away, leaving Yuki stunned in confusion.

What…?

“Hah?!” He exclaims, following after you. It’s not everyday you manage to throw him off like this, but with the ‘love you’ hanging in the air, no one can really blame him. “What was that about? Y/n!”

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movienotesbyzawmer · 3 years

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April 10: Rocky II

(previous notes: Rocky)

When this movie came out I was a little kid living in Northern California, and we used to go to huge drive-in movie complexes that had like six screens. No matter what movie you were watching, you could see other movies from your lot. I don't remember which movie we were watching at the time, but I remember being distracted by a nearby screen showing Rocky II. I totally watched the ending in suspense. It was eventually on cable a lot so I was able to see it for real, but still like 40 years ago.

Anyway, I wonder if this movie will have the effect of dulling the charm of how the first movie ended, so climactically and with appealing suddenness.

Also, is this the only one of the first four movies that doesn't have a rollicking hit song emerging from its soundtrack?

Stallone famously wrote each of these movies all by himself, and starting with this one he is the director of a bunch of them as well.

Same kind of intro with the fanfare, except the music sounds very clearly, to me at least, to not be playing on real horns. I think it's synths. "Modern".

We're now just watching the end of the first movie. We get to relive the intense experience of seeing Adrian's face in closeup closing her eyes for one and a half seconds. The drama.

The whole first five minutes is the whole last five minutes of the first movie. That's weak. Cheap.

Then the whole opening credits follows, and it's following the ambulance that's taking Rocky to the hospital because of all the punchplay. Not a good use of this time. But more importantly: are they going to address the eyelid situation.

Rocky and Apollo confront each other in wheelchairs in front of the press at the hospital. They're still fired up.

After Rocky gets out of the hospital he rambles a lot and it's like an amateur improv scene where he's figuring out on the spot some things to say about where they are. He gets the idea to have Rocky propose to Adrian, then when she accepts he does a Tarzan wail. What a cheeky clown that Rocky is.

His eye seems fine now.

0:18:20 - the a cappela street musicians are still at it, still not very complex with the harmonies. Isn't Sylvester Stallone's brother a singer named Frank, and does he look like the guy in this scene? I bet it's him.

I'm pretty bored of this movie so far. It's like the people were clamoring for an answer to the question, "what happened after the fight", and Stallone's enthusiastic answer was "just regular stuff like you'd guess!!!!!"

Oh my. It's their wedding night and they talk like dumb, uninspired newlyweds and then kiss, and it's like the director, who remember is Stallone, directed the two of them, one of whom is also Stallone, to perform slow, exotic lip dancing and no one told him that's a thing called kissing which is normal and common.

Rocky has some money now so he and Adrian are looking at buying a house. The realtor is all "this whole place is supported by solid steel" and Rocky is all "yo Adrian that would be a great spot for a radio". It's like porn stars that have been told to ad lib for a few minutes in the beginning of the scene. Except that we aren't about to be rewarded with porno.

0:28:05 - Adrian is pregnant! They talk about it. They talk about it in small talk. "What if it's a girl" "Oh a girl I didn't think about that can you imagine".

So one of the adventures of post-the-first-movie Rocky is that he gets to do a commercial. They show the filming of that and that it doesn't go well because of his Rocky personality. And the next scene he has realized that he needs a white collar job so he's at an employment agency office and asks for a job where he gets to sit. But he's not a good fit there. So he goes and gets a job at a butcher place. He promised Adrian he was done with boxing so now we have this boring part of the movie which isn't short enough.

Okay it's definitely going in a direction of not-boxing-is-sucky-for-Rocky, because he lost the butcher job and had to sell his car to Paulie. He said "it's a great car, buckle up for safety!" Do you think Stallone actually scripted that line or did he improvise it and the director, who you may recall is also Mr. Stallone, thought it was really good and kept it in

0:46:30 - He goes to visit Burgess Meredith at the gym. BM is not helping Rocky's morale, tells him he's washed up POI-manently. He begs for a job doing menial tasks at the gym and BM tells him everyone will think he's a loser but okay. Stallone does okay looking humble about that.

When he comes in to the gym everyone is laughing at a very stupid editorial cartoon in the local news publication, it shows Apollo doing harm upon Rocky-as-a-chicken with the ingenious caption "APOLLO CREED VS THE STALLION CHICKEN". It was clearly "STALLION CHICKEN". That does not make any sense.

BM was easily persuaded by Apollo's cockiness and so he then shows up at Rocky's nad easily persuades him to accept the rematch deal. Feels like movie formula but at least it's about to be less boring.

I like BM's voice.

They're doing a thing going back and forth between Rocky training and Apollo training. Apollo's is going better, partially because his facility is kind of luxuriously spacious. Then they stuck a scene in the middle of that of Adrian working at the pet store all preggo, but having trouble lugging a weighty thing and listen my friends, I think Talia Shire acting is not good acting.

We're in a long sequence that's about how Adrian had the baby prematurely and she slipped into a coma or something, and it's made clear that she had health problems because she was stressed out and overworked because of the heavy things at the pet shop and the husband who went back to boxing. Big old guilt trip taking up a lot of the middle of the movie. Adrian is in a coma. They don't show the baby. It's all just sadness about comatosity of Adrian.

But! She eventually wakes up! And after the first ever conversation they've ever had about what to name their newborn son, Adrian inexplicably changes her tune and tells Rocky she wants him to win. "Win!" That's what she tells him. Then she says it again. Stallone writing, Shire acting, what more could you want.

Now an upbeat training montage that's more hopeful and he's obviously high energy. He must be hitting the punching bags better because just look at how confident he looks.

1:29:35 - It is the sequel to the famous running montage from the first movie. The inspired updates include a new recording of that same song but with children singing "flying strong now" or whatever, and also children following him on his majestic dash to the steps of that municipal facility. Someone probably said "do the running scene again just exactly like in the first movie", but no. Stallone was not satisfied. "We will change it a little," he proclaimed. And lo.

Oh I hope there will be a sequel to the shot of Adrian closing her eyes for considerably longer than a blink. Do you think when people stop her on the street they're like "do the eye close thing do the eye close thing! My friends will all ask if you did the eye close thing and I need to tell them yes she did I saw it and it was even better in person"

We're at the fight now. It's about to start. It's all going as expected. I truly believe that everything will be okay.

Before it starts, Apollo tells Rocky, "you're going DOWN". So maybe it will NOT be okay after all…

Seems like the shots of this fight are not as varied or interesting this time, and they're relying more on the announcer commentary telling us what to think compared to the first movie.

Now the obligatory montage to show us the rounds moving forward and them still going at it. Not the same style as the first movie, but whatever it's working fine. I'd maybe watch a boxing match if it were shot and edited like this so that it's just ten minutes.

I swear I remember seeing this imagery from across the drive-in way back in the 70s, I don't care if you believe me or not it's the truth.

Look, I know I don't know nothin' 'bout boxin' but it seems like you're supposed to use your forearms as shields kind of, and Rocky doesn't do that like at all.

The dialogue is telling us that Rocky is maybe losing going into the final round. I wouldn't have thought so… thanks dialogue!

"YOU'RE GOING DOWN" repeats Creed. Such writing I tell you. Rocky II - A Film By Sylvester Stallone.

I will never forget the carefully choreographed climax of the movie. They both crumble onto the floor and the one-to-ten countdown all slow-like as they maybe try to get back up and Apollo doesn't and Rocky barely does so he is the new world champion. Then the last couple minutes of the movie is the same basic energy as the first movie. It's like the first movie's ending was a template and they just replaced a couple of things.

They kept making more of these movies! I'm going to keep watching them! I'm going to do this notes-about-them thing!

(next: Rocky III)

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Sparks Fly (part 3)

Okay I apologize for my delay, but you will be happy to know that I have the next chapter nearly finished as well (!!!!!) So hopefully it won't take me too long to post that one after all the editing😌 I hope you enjoy this chapter😌

Also, yes, I did use a Desperate Housewives plot for my murder case, and no I'm not sorry. I suck at writing crime😂

A flash of heat washed over you, the room was spinning, the loud music was drowning out your thoughts, and your vision was blurring. You could feel your heart begin to pound and the blood rushing throughout your body. The city lights blurred together as you tried to focus, but that was failing. There was a voice trying to get through to you, but you couldn't make it out. The next thing you knew you're head was hitting the dashboard and the sounds of screaming and car horns echoed in your mind.

"Y/N!" a faint voice sounded in the distance. "Y/N!"

The voice was louder now, and when you could feel yourself being shaken you shot up from your sleeping position on the couch and gasped frantically for air. You couldn't catch your breath and hot tears rolled down your cheeks. The person behind the voice was holding you tightly to their chest, and after a few minutes you knew that it was your big brother. He was rubbing your back and rocking you gently, whispering words of comfort in your ear until you could grasp into reality.

"That's your fourth one this month," he sighed from the kitchen 30 minutes later.

"I know," you acknowledge blankly and hugged the warm, couch throw around you tighter.

You watched your big brother roam around the kitchen making you his famous tea. He always knew how to calm your nerves after a night terror like this. Despite the every day frustrations of living with your brother; clothes all over the place, dishes in the hamper, towels on the floor; you were grateful to have him around these past 13 months. After your little incident nothing had ever been the same, and you didn't think you would have made it through without him by your side, especially in your line of work.

When he finally noticed you coming into the kitchen he shook his head at you and pointed back towards the living room. "No. No go lay down," it wasn't a request, but you didn't care. That old couch was not comfortable in the slightest.

"You don't have to baby me, Travis," your annoyance was clear, but obviously he didn't care about that.

"I do when you aren't taking your meds," he frowned and set an ugly orange bottle in front of you.

"Oh god, don't say 'meds' like that," you rolled your eyes. "It makes me sound sick," you huffed just as annoyed.

"This isn't a joke!" you jumped, eyes wide, when his voice filled the kitchen. He softened and ran his hand through his messy hair. "Y/N, I can't help if you won't even help yourself. What does NCIS have to say about this?" his eyes were searching yours for an answer, but you couldn't even come up with a quick enough lie. "Dammit, Y/N. They don't know about this?"

"Travis, it isn't as bad as you make it out," the words rushed out of you, but he wasn't buying it. "I can still do my job, and it only happens while I'm asleep anyway."

"And how long until that's not the case?" he tested you.

You sighed and walked around the island to him and took the tea he had made you. "Big brother I appreciate you looking out for me, I do, but it's too early for one of your fatherly lectures," you sighed and he rolled his eyes. "Now if you will excuse me, I have a shower calling my name before I have to be at work," you kissed his cheek and headed across the room.

"Does she know?" the words had you frozen in place.

You knew that he was talking about Jack. Who else would it be? Ever since the that night she came prying into your life, you couldn't get your mind off of her. She had been at NCIS for 6 months now, and the two of you had become the best of friends. She hadn't taken the place of Ellie, but Jack wasn't like Ellie, and neither were your feelings for her, even if you couldn't place them. Of course she didn't know. What did he think? That you were completely crazy enough to tell the NCIS psychologist about your night terrors? That you hadn't been taking your medication? Because if that's what he thought, well, he knew better than that.

"Why does that matter?" you tried to make your voice sound at level. The grip on your mug tightened so the tea wouldn't spill.

"So that's a no," he rolled his eyes and you could feel him staring a hole into the back of your neck. You hated how he could see right through you. You almost responded, but bit your tongue and stepped into the bathroom and the door shut behind you.

When you arrived at the office Gibbs was already there and a cup of coffee was on your desk. You dropped your bag on the floor and fell into your seat with a quiet sigh of relief. "Thanks Gibbs," you muttered tiredly and took a sip before furrowing your brow. "Wait, how did you know-"

"You've been early every day this week," he shrugged and glanced over his monitor towards you.

"Right," you nodded and began to set up your space.

"Anything wrong?"

You knew that Gibbs was concerned about any of the team who's pattern abruptly changed. What you didn't know was why it was such a surprise to you. Quickly you shook your head. "Nope," you could feel him staring at you but brush it off when you refused to say more.

You were grateful that he stopped there and you began to go through the paperwork on your desk. It was another 2 hours until the rest of the team arrived. You ignored the look of concern Ellie flashed you and finished up with the last of the paperwork. That was the 4th stack of paperwork you had gone through this week alone. Your mind needed a distraction and case files would do that to a person.

"Y/N," you looked up to see Jack standing up in the balcony. "Got a second?" She eyed you closely and you felt your chest tighten. You had been avoiding her lately. With all you'd been through the last thing you needed was for Jack to get suspicious. She always could see right through you.

"Got a body," Gibbs entered the bullpen in a hurry and grabbed his gear.

"Rain check?" You gave a sympathetic smile and quickly headed to the elevator. Thank God for this case. That was a horrible thought, one that you didn't truly mean, but you just needed to get away.

Jimmy was at the scene of the crime before anybody else had arrived, and with the help of Ducky they had gathered enough information to make a proper diagnosis of how this woman had died. She was murdered, hit by something wooden to the back of the neck and then strangled by a fishing rope and hung from her banister. It didn't take long for you to find a clue as to who the biggest suspect was while you and the team were looking through the house. There was a threatening note on the desk that read: I know what you did. I am going to tell.

"McGee," you looked over your shoulder and held up the note with gloves on.

McGee came over and read it, his brow furrowing the more he read. "It looks like Cathryn Phelps had an enemy," he stated as he put it into an evidence bag.

"Who is Jamie Harris?" Bishop questioned as she read it now.

"Did you say Jamie Harris?" Torres entered the room. He held up a picture frame with two women in it after you nodded. "She was Cathryn's wife."

You couldn't fight the surprise that flashed across your face when Torres announced that. "Why would she send a threatening note to her own wife?"

The rest of the car ride was full of theories tossed back and forth, and you knew Gibbs was thankful when the car finally came to a stop in the NCIS parking lot. He didn't hesitate to get out and head towards the building, and you quickly followed. You were eager to get your work done, and if you stuck around with the rest of the team you knew that they would start trying to analyze you. The last thing that you wanted to do was talk about your problems, besides this case wasn't sitting well with you at all and you wanted to solve it quickly.

"There you are!" Jack bounced into the bullpen with a bright smile, but you could read between the lines. She was up to something, you could tell by the way she narrowed her eyes ever so slightly. Not that you were analyzing the psychologist or anything as crazy as that.

"Here I am," you nodded and plopped down in your chair. "Busy as a bee. No time for chit chat," you knew you were giving yourself away, but you avoided her gaze.

"Go," you looked over wide eyed to Gibbs. "Y/N Go," he repeated with a slightly irritated frown.

"Boss I-" you stopped when he gave you that famous death stare. You frowned and closed your things before following Jack and muttering something under your breath as the team walked by and watched with curiosity. They were always so curious.

You followed Jack into her office and sighed as she insisted you go in first. It wasn't as though you were going to run away. Gibbs would just send you back up, and Jack would probably handcuff you to the chair. You shook your head as the thought of handcuffs quickly veered into a vivid fantasy you did not want to relish in at this moment. You sighed and took a seat on the sofa with your hands in your lap.

"What is so important that it couldn't wait, Jack?" you huffed.

Jack frowned, not understanding all of this hostility. "I'm sorry, Y/N, I didn't realize having to talk to me was such a chore," she pouted and crossed her arms from across the room.

"I'm sorry," you sighed and let out a long breath that you seemed to have been holding in. "I just have a lot that needs to get done."

"That's what I want to talk to you about."

Your eyes shot up and you crossed your arms. "My work? Jack I don't really think that is any of your business. It's not like I'm letting cases pile up or coming into work late every day. Frankly, I don't understand what this is even about."

"It is my business when it's been brought to my attention by someone who is concerned about you," Jack frowned as you kept taking that defensive tone with her. You had been doing it a lot lately.

"This is ridiculous," you huffed and stood up to leave in frustration.

"Y/N, sit down," her voice came out firmer than she anticipated. You frowned at her, but slowly retreated back into the couch. "The team is worried about you, and after all that they've pointed out... well, so am I."

"What the hell does everybody have to be worried about??" you snapped.

Jack opened up a file she had laying on her desk and came over to sit in the chair across from you. "You were in a car accident just over a year ago, am I right?"

You felt your heart drop and your stomach turn. Suddenly you felt nauseous and cursed yourself for not taking your medication this morning after Travis insisted. Your hands suddenly started shaking and you hugged yourself a little tighter than before. "Where did you hear that?" your voice came out in a hoarse whisper.

"It was in your file. Vance gave it to me when I started," she stated matter-of-factually.

You could feel your blood boiling. She had known from the start more about you than you even knew to this day about her! Was any of this even real or had she been giving you the sympathetic shoulder this whole time? You didn't know what to say, because if you spoke now you would probably regret it. You were functioning on 3 hours of sleep, and your emotions were running high already.

"Who was the woman?" her voice interrupted the thoughts racing through your mind causing your head to pound.

"What woman?"

"The woman in the car," her voice was soft as though not to upset you more. She could see this whole things was causing you to act on edge. "The woman who died."

The tears silently fell down your cheeks and you held your breath. You didn't even know that you had started to cry until the tears landed on your hands. You took a deep breath and quickly wiped your eyes. "It doesn't matter."

Jack sighed softly, this was going to be harder than she thought, but she needed answers. Vance had told her that you had refused to talk to anybody about the accident after it happened. At first it hadn't affected your work. He had been informed that you had spoken to Ellie and that your brother had moved in. It was as though the accident had never happened, but these past few months, especially the last 4 weeks, you had started to go backwards mentally. You had been forcing yourself to work 3 times your normal work load, you had been coming in 2 hours earlier, and you had taken spontaneous trips down to the gym at every chance. You had even started to doze off on occasion, and Gibbs hadn't been allowing you into interrogation lately.

"It matters, Y/N," Jack pressed on. Her voice was calming, and it only made you madder. "You can't keep carrying on like this never happened. It is catching up to you, and it isn't healthy."

"Just stop!" you snapped and jumped to your feet. "I didn't ask for your help! I never wanted help in the first place, so why are you pushing? This doesn't concern you!"

Jack let out another slow sigh and began to write something down. You watched her and clenched your fists at your sides. "I'm afraid it does, Y/N, and until you decide to talk about it, I am afraid that I am going to have to give you a suspension," she tore the paper from the notebook and handed you a copy.

You took the paper and looked down at it dumbfounded. "What the hell is this?"

"You aren't to step foot back into NCIS until you decide to cooperate," Jack had to be tough, her voice was firm, but she was doing all she could to keep it together. You and her were close friends, almost the best of, and this was harder on her than she was able to let on. "Pack your things and go home, Y/N," she whispered and turned to go to her desk. She took a seat and busied herself with her computer, avoiding any more contact with you.

"You can't do this," you argued, waving the piece of paper at her. "You don't have the right to do this."

"Actually, she does," you snapped your head to see Director Vance standing in the doorway with his hands folded behind his back. "Y/N, I trust you will won't need an escort," he eyed you carefully.

Your jaw dropped as you looked between the two. Jack still avoided your gaze and Vance was calm, be it he had two escorts waiting in the hall just in case. You rolled your eyes at the thought. He should have known you better than that. "You've got to be kidding me," you muttered and pushed past him before racing down the steps. You went to your desk, slid all of your belonging into your bag carelessly and zipped it up angrily.

"Where do you think you're going?" Gibbs spoke up, but you didn't answer, only worked faster. "Y/N!"

"Ask your boss," you snapped as you gathered the last of your things. The team was wise not to get in the middle of this, but Ellie quietly took the note out of your hand to see what was going on. What did you care? She was your best friend after all, it was only a matter of time before she knew anyway. "I've been suspended due to my hard work ethic and punctuality," you rolled your eyes in disdain. The sarcasm didn't sit well with Vance, who was now standing outside of the bullpen, but you didn't care.

"Like hell you are," Gibbs came to your defense and looked to Vance. "Leon, she's my best Agent for this case."

"I'm sorry, Gibbs, but my hands are tied," Vance apologized.

"Bullshit," you muttered and you could practically hear the teams eyes widen. You glanced up to see Jack offer a sympathetic pursing of the lips, but you rolled your eyes and walked towards the elevator. "Don't expect me back soon. I don't plan on 'cooperating'," you frowned and with that you were gone.

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