#just realizing i went on a kind of tangent oh well

[thelightintheattic]

We weren't really dating when we broke up, we were just existing in the same space. I left because it was already over.

#i cant believe this dude put the feeling ive had for months into words like I KNOW WHAT I WAS FEELING NOW #i actually can explain it!! its not just a weird nameless feeling anymore #the last bit of sadness and frustration i had is just kind of dissapated because i understand myself and why i did it #at points i was seriously doubting my decision because i didnt know WHY i did it i just felt like i had to and BAM #i think that was the last bit i needed to put this to rest #i deserve someone who is going to treat me like i am actually their girlfriend #i deserve someone who makes an effort to spend time with me and does nice things for me #im finding so many more people now who just enjoy being around me and ask to hang out and like that was the bare minimum i asked for #and he still couldnt do it #just realizing i went on a kind of tangent oh well #reall ife ppl you do not see this obv

[mothwingwritings]

It's not a request, more of a question hehehe. if the reader gets Pickle's attention, will the Hanma family handle it to protect their "little sister"? The huge caveman always appears and disappears unexpectedly, it's not hard for him to steal a person. Especially when he sees the small prey surrounded by three strong men

(I kind of went on a tangent with this and I have no idea if it even makes sense, so I apologize for the word vomit ell oh ell.)

If you thought Baki and Jack were suffocating before, you are in for a rude awakening as soon as Pickle enters the scene. The moment they get any inkling that Pickle has taken notice of you they become COMPLETELY overbearing in your life. I’m talking they won't even let you go to the bathroom by yourself, let alone wander off without having one of them attached to your hip. You’re under constant surveillance, Jack and Baki taking turns watching you in shifts when they both can't be with you.

They do all they can to block you from any media coverage Pickle is getting, even if that’s ultimately a losing battle. They know you are aware of him, and you are bound to see him in the news and hear about him on the street, but the less interest and knowledge you have about the man the better.  It’s hard keeping you in the dark, especially when they themselves have taken an interest in him. Jack and Baki are itching to take Pickle on, while simultaneously wanting him to stay as far away from their beloved sister as possible.

The brothers do feel slightly guilty over the whole Pickle situation-the whole reason he even knows of your existence to begin with is because of them. You most likely only ever saw Pickle once, and it was when you were with your brothers in Kourakuen. It was just in passing, but they haven’t forgotten the look of sheer awe in your eyes as you took in the prehistoric man before you. You were at a safe distance of course, and sheltered behind your brothers in the event he tried to come any closer.  You had to peek through limbs and stand on tip toes to get a good glimpse, and were extremely grumpy when Jack and Baki whisked you away in a hurry. You didn’t even get to wave hello. :(

Honestly, you thought Pickle was a little cute. Intimidating, yes, but the flabbergasted look that spread across his face as he took in this new world around him, mixed with the childlike glee that lit his features when he uncovered something new or exciting… You couldn’t help but find it a little endearing.

However the brothers knew from the moment Pickle saw you, they were in trouble. That toothy grin mixed with the inquisitive gleam his eyes held as they locked on to your every movement held only impure intentions. They got you out of there as quickly as they could, but the warning glances they cast Pickle on the way out seemed to excite him more than dissuade.

At first you found it a little silly, all the effort your brothers were putting into this seemed like a waste of time more than anything. After that first brief meeting with Pickle you really couldn’t fathom a moment where you would ever again be in his presence, let alone have him be a threat to you. If anything, you were more concerned about what someone like that would do to one of your brothers if they ever got in a serious fight. You were well aware that both men were actively pursuing an altercation with Pickle, and it made you cringe thinking the sheer amount of violence they were willing and eager to inflict upon each other. It was hard for you to wrap your head around. Pickle seemed almost… Pure? What joy they found in beating on someone like that, you couldn’t understand. 

Regardless, you figure they just need some time to see how ridiculous they were being, and as time passes so will their irrational fear of Pickle getting to you.

What YOU don’t realize is that even though your encounter with Pickle was brief, he is VERY much interested in you. There was no courting in his time line, base instincts taking precedence. What he wanted he would claim by any means necessary. He is intrigued by you, a feeling of insatiable curiosity pulling him towards you. You were so tiny, yet guarded by such fierce beasts. He wanted to see you again, wanted to get his hands on you. He needed to know just what about you made you so desirable, not just to him, but to the others as well. You were new, you were mysterious, you were confusing and beautiful and you smelled so nice… If he got the chance, he would definitely steal you away and spend time alone with you, giving you his undivided attention and taking as much time as needed to unravel your mysteries and make you his mate.

Your flippant attitude towards Pickle, mixed with the awareness Pickle has taken a liking to you only serves to make the brothers more domineering. Don't you understand how much danger you are in? The brothers kept this particular broadcast from you, but they saw what Pickle did to that news reporter woman on national television and they'll be damned if you become his next source of release. They’re not leaving your side until he’s out of the picture entirely, no matter how long it takes.

As for Yujiro, I feel like overall he just likes seeing you in different, compromising situations. He takes great pleasure in seeing you squirm-watching with unparalleled interest as you time and time again get yourself into messy affairs, often without even realizing you are doing it. It’s truly incredible that you don’t realize the threat Pickle poses to you, and he can’t help but laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all. You must be blind, because it only took one look for Yujiro to ascertain Pickles intentions, and that his advances were not something you would walk away from unscathed.

Yujiro knows he can stop it in a moment. He was definitely stronger than Pickle and much smarter too. Yujiro’s presence alone would be enough to dissuade Pickle from ever looking your way again, taking only a small exertion of his power to stop him dead in his tracks and get him fleeing with his tail between his legs. But there was something about the way you were so nonchalant about Pickle that kept him from intervening. It was almost as if you were toying with him, tempting him with your big doe eyes and clueless nature. Did you feel comfortable around Pickle because you knew if necessary, daddy would save you? Surely he wouldn’t let his little Princess be ravaged by this big scary Neanderthal, right?

Don’t worry, Yujiro won’t let Pickle destroy one of his favorite toys, but he’s also not gonna play knight in shining armor unless the reward is worth it. So go ahead and play dumb, writhe and cry out for help when you inevitably get trapped in Pickles embrace. When Yujiro rips your quaking form from the cave mans grasp, and you fall into his open arms sobbing, hurt, and half naked, he expects you to show him nothing but the utmost appreciation. That is unless you prefer him watching as Pickle has a few rounds with you. Would you like that, having your father’s unwavering gaze drink in every inch of your debauched form as you are taken like a wild animal? Yujiro didn’t hate the thought of it, monitoring the situation while he smiled down on you devilishly, your face constricting in a mix of pain, fear, and pleasure as another man had his way with you.  

Whatever you want princess, just don’t wear yourself out before he gets a turn.

#in short: you are up for a hell of a wild ride :) #Jack and Baki are ready to throw hands the moment Pickle so much as ever breaths in your direction #Yujiro is like lol lets see how she handles this one >:) #and Pickle is just like... I want her :) #thank you for this ask it was very fun! #baki imagines #mothwingswritings

[zuppizup]

Hi hello I have a weird question because Netflix is a bitch and won't let me take screenshots while in the app. Do you think it's possible if you could get some caps of the hug scene at the end after the group is all hugging? Between when Ez and Soren joined and then before Zym joined? I was staring at that scene cuz it made me rayllum heart almost cry, and Rayla and Callum just look so, so happy and content there. Probably mainly to have their first tender moment in 2 years, and with their other two favorite boys with them. To top it all off, Callum is really digging into the hug. So much so that I'm pretty sure he's only hugging Rayla with his head buried in her neck, while Rayla has an arm around Ez and the other firmly around Callum. And has her head against him when she's not looking at other stuff. It just makes my heart so fucking happy to see that after how (very understandably) hurt Callum was this season. How he said he was so happy to see her bad but also mad and felt weird in general. And how it was clear that he wanted to be close with her but didn't really know how d/t his mixed emotions. But the end seemed to make him realize that he really truly still loves Rayla and was beyond happy and relieved that she came back alive and okay. And lept on her to give her the biggest and longest and deepest hug we've probably seen and Rayla was so happy and content about it too. It just makes me so fuckin happy to see them hug like that this season, especially when seeing how tightly Callum (the mad/truly hurt one of the 2) hugged Rayla and buried his head into her neck and just seemed to refuse to let her go (until Zym decided to add to the joy). Oh boy I went on a tangent here didn't I. I'm too soft rn after finishing the season a second time and rewatching that scene A Lot lol. Anyway, do you think you'd be able to get some screenshots of the parts where Callum and Rayla hug real deeply while in the group? It just makes me so damn happy to see and I dunno how I can truly get them myself cuz netflix is rude. But if nah, it's all good. Either way, thank you for all the content you make and share. It's so great and I love having the other screenshots/gifs and I really appreciate your content a lot. ❤❤

Aw, thank you so much! You’re too kind! 😊

Those hugs were precious! The little nuzzle legit broke me. When TDP does it’s micro-expressions, it does them well!

I hope this is why you were looking for.

(Bonus Stella reading the room and giving the gang space).

(Zym not so much)

Also, I made another gif of the Rayllum hug. Because… look at it.

#thanks for the ask! #damn Netflix and the black screen! #the dragon prince #tdp #rayllum #rayla #callum #soren #ezran #zym #azymondias #tdp stella #tdp spoilers #tdp season 4 spoilers

[zukkaart]

Okay LISTEN

I don’t jump on the divorced Zukka bandwagon- not because it’s stupid or invalid but because it makes sense and I hate it because I want them to be domestic and happy until they’re grey and old okay???????

That being said

“Bleach” from 5sos5 gave me a thought-

So we know that cutting your hair is generally seen as a formal act of losing a part of yourself or your nation. Seen very clearly here- Iroh and Zuko cut their hair off when they realize they no longer have a home to return to.

A little more indirectly when zuko shaves everything except his top knot after being banished as a sign of his exile and dishonor but still tied to the fire nation.

And even a little MORE indirectly when we see Azula cut her own hair- not out of solemn realization or dishonor but because she is LITERALLY losing pieces of herself to her madness

All this to say

(Sorry I went on a bit of a tangent there)

And IF Sokka and Zuko DID break up or get a divorce it would be seen as improper for the fire lord to cut his hair over something so “trivial”

After all Ozai didn’t alter his when Ursa left

SO I think Zuko would probably try everything possible to alter his hair without actually cutting it. I.e. braiding, hiding under hoods, etc.

I think he would even go as far as to bleach his hair- especially if they really did get divorced because even though there was no love lost- their lifestyles of being leaders of separate nations just couldn’t cope. He’d start a little at first- just a few strands on the underneath where no one could see done by himself late at night.

Little by little he realizes “cleansing” little pieces of him makes him feel the slightest bit better because the man in the mirror is starting to look less and less like the man who Sokka loved, who loved Sokka…

Obviously he couldn’t bleach all of his hair but imagine Sokka comes to the Fire Nation as his Ambassador and Chief status requires to find Zuko with one stark strip of white cutting through the right side of his hair, he looks closer and finds the smaller- subtler ones in the under layers, some obviously more well done than the others, some faded with time.

Imagine Zuko finally turning to lock eyes with him- but before he can get a word out to explain Sokka reaches up and brushes the light strip that leads into his topknot.

“What’s this?” He asks, dangerously closer than most Ambassadors should be to their hosts.

“An experiment” Zuko says quickly, unsure why he chose those words in particular, but Sokka is a scientist right? He’ll understand.

“Oh,” The playful smile drops from the darker boys features, although Zuko is unsure why.

“Does it bother you?” The words came out more defensively than Zuko meant. Why should he care now anyway?

“Not at all it’s just…” nothing. Everything.

All the words Sokka left unsaid somehow came down to this one white strip of hair, as white as Yues. The truth was that he had hoped Zuko would tell him that he had no idea where it came from, letting Sokka come to the logical conclusion that it was in fact Yue who had blessed him, and he could take it as a sign that he and Zuko were meant to be together. That they could make it work this time if they really tried. Spirits knew that stuff right?

It doesn’t matter now. The hair was fake. For whatever reason Zuko had done it on purpose. It unsettled Sokka in a way he didn’t expect.

“Sorry” He snapped out of his own thoughts. “It just looks so different from the pictures I have, it looks good though.” Sokka offered a timid smile.

Zuko stiffened imperceptibly at that but still responded in kind. “Thank you, I should go. I have others to greet before dinner.” His voice did not waiver but his mind raced. He still has pictures of me? Of us? And he looks at them? Zuko hadn’t been able to do that for months.

“Of course” And when Sokka turned to leave Zuko noticed something. A thin strip of leather braided in to the underside of Sokkas wolf tail, dyed such a deep shade of red that it almost blended in to his hair, but Zuko noticed, because Zuko always noticed.

It was the same strip of leather that Zuko had used to tie his topknot with on his first visit to the South Pole. Deeper in color than his usual choice because he didn’t want to stick out too much, but Sokka had protested anyway, gently pulling it out of his hair and replacing it with one of brilliant blue, a color as deep as the ocean but somehow still as alluring as a familiar set of eyes. At the time, he would have gladly drowned in both.

That was 15 years ago now, when Zuko hadn’t even been brave enough to hold his hand.

Sokka had kept it. All this time. And now he was even wearing it - subtle as it may be. And Sokka was just the same, just the same, same blue eyes, same genuine smile, same gentle brush of fingers against his hair, the exact same Sokka. His Sokka.

Zukos hair was back to its natural color by morning.

#zuko #adult zukka #zuko x sokka #zukka au #zukka nation #zukka incorrect quotes #avatar the last airbender #sokka #sokka avatar the last airbender #Zukka fanfic #divorced zukka #zukka headcanons #Zukka my beloveds #idk what I’m doing #5sos #5sos5 #5sos5 bleach

[kittykat700]

So first spoilers for rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles, also it’s been a minute since I watched it last so it might not be completely accurate but, yeah. SO, I was listening to the rottmnt theme song, ya know as you do, and I had some thoughts. So I know most people talk about how different rise is from other versions but I thought of a few similarities. One thing is that like 2012 in rise Karai is shredders daughter. Also it has some, kind of weird similarities too, like it quite a few voice actors from previous incarnations. AND, and in same vein of the whole karai shredder splinter thing, it’s interesting cause in most versions shredder and splinter are enemies but in rise they are not directly opposed (tho that seems to be the case in MM as well considering that splinter was just a normal rat before, also sorry spoiler alert) and, well, okay this might be a stretch but, okay so karai is their great great something or other grandmother and the shredder is or was her father before he turned into a demon like entity so therefore the turtles had to fight a relative. I think it’s interesting that the reason they (the turtles) fought the shredder wasn’t because he was trying to harm their father but because he was trying to destroy the world. Another thing is that usually shredder and the kranng work together but in rise they never even met. And yet they were both summoned by the foot clan. Wait I just realized I made this post about the similarities that rise has to other versions and then I went off on a tangent about how it’s different, like what am I doing, idk what I’m doing. Oh well, in joy some pictures I found on Pinterest

#tmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt fandom #rottmnt #rise rambling #rambling #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

[sugawhaaa]

Jeongin x reader

"If only it were a birdie,"

Pairing:: Jeongin x female!reader

Warnings:: mention of blood and broken bones, mild foul language,based on the Canadian school system and is set in Canada bc I'm Canadian and it felt more accurate and safe to set it in Canada.

Word count::2, 553

Songs to listen to while reading::

A/N:: Another Jeongin fanfic 😍 it's to be expected lolol but the reason this fanfic came about was because we were playing pickleball in gym on Monday and everytime the guys playing infront of me would hit the ball I'd flinch because it was so loud. Then my brain went on a little tangent and then ta-daaa fanfic

"Alright class dismissed," your Science teacher clapped his hands and your classmates filed out of the room. You were going to head back to your locker when you remembered. This period is gym class. You groaned as you opened your locker. There was one good thing about gym class. All of your friends shared that same period. Despite it being just before break it was nice to spend time with all your friends for two whole hours. 

While you were sorting through your locker to find your gym bag the boy next to you asked you a question.

"Do you know what class we have next?" 

He was a super nice guy but he didn't have many friends. He's Korean, wears square glasses 90% of the time and has a unique fashion sense which most kids in your school don't like. He tries to fit in but when he realizes he can't, he just moves along. He's near the top of your class though, he's very smart. 

"We have gym now," you said, smiling up at him.

"Thanks," he said as he continued to mind his own business. You know all these things about him because you share every single class with him. Both semesters. Everyday. Like what are the chances! Must've been some kind of mistake in the system but oh well. Also he's very friendly so you just naturally get along with him.

As you were on your way to the gym you ran into your friends.

"Claire! Kira!" You called out as you sped up to them.

"Oh hey Y/N," Kira said waving to you. The three of you went into the locker room. You changed into your gym clothes while talking about the latest gossip with your friends. 

"Did you hear about that girl in 10th grade?"

"The one that got expelled, you mean?"

"Yeah!"

"I can't believe it's October and someone already got expelled,"

"I really don't wanna deal with Mr. Congies bs today,"

The girls chatted amongst themselves as you tied your shoelaces. You finally decided to join the Convo.

"Have you thought about going to Sarah's party next weekend?" You said grabbing your water bottle and going over to the other girls.

"Yeah," most of them said.

"And???"

"No way I'm going," they all shook their heads.

"Please! Any of you," you pleaded.

"We all know what goes down at her parties,"

"Yeah,"

"Man you guys are no fun," you said crossing your arms. You're just joking of course because they had the right to not want to go. Sarah's parties usually involve too many drinks for high-schoolers and too many…questionable sounds from the bedrooms. Either way you were gonna go, mainly to just get out there, but if your friends aren't going you probably won't either.

You and your friends walked into the gym to see…pickleball. You put your hands on your hips and shook your head. Your class has been doing pickleball for the past like 2 weeks. You went to the nearest court and stood on the side to wait for your turn with all the other girls. There were already four people playing and they had all the paddles so you stood there bored as fuck. Sure the talk between your friends was entertaining enough. Suddenly a girl shrieked, catching everyone's attention. Your gaze shot to where the ear piercing sound came from. There was the boy from earlier and a girl covering her body. Everyone stopped playing to see what the fuss was all about.

"He was taking lewd photos of me!!!!" She accused the black haired boy. 

"No I didn't! I was just looking at my phone!" The boy protested. Then Mr. Congies came over. 

"What's all the drama about," he said loud and proud. The girl explained that while she was waiting in line to play the boy behind her was taking inappropriate photos of her. The gym teacher snatched the boy's phone, "that's quite an accusation, we all know taking photos in school is illegal! Not to mention lewd ones," the teacher put his tiny glasses on and looked through the boy's phone. He looked terrified. "There is no evidence of any photos on Jeongin's phone of you." The teacher said, handing the phone back to the boy. Jeongin, that was his name. I forgot. You thought to yourself.

"I will get the councilors to look further into this later. For now, Jeongin on the court before I send you to the office," he said sternly pointing his wrinkled finger to the court and jeongin abided. He went over to the court, took a paddle from the other players and started playing. Mr. Congies put his hands on his hips with pride.

"Alright the rest of ya' back to playing," he said, waving the clipboard in his hand. Everyone continued to play as if nothing happened, including yourself. You kept talking amongst your friends.

"Ugh we haven't done anything all class,"

"Is that a bad thing though?"

"Yes! I wanna do something. Hey Y/N what time is it?"

Your friends all looked at you and you looked up to the clock in front of you.

"It's only eleven twenty," you said "why couldn't you have just looked at it?" You laughed with your eyes shut. That's when there was a sudden excruciating pain on the bridge of your nose. You opened your eyes to see everyone staring at you and a boy running over to you. Your friends were freaking out as you put your hand up to your nose, right between your eyes. It was SO painful. You slid your fingers down your nose and when you looked at them there was blood. Your eyes widened. What the hell just happened.

You looked down between your shoes as another drop of blood fell on them. Between your shoes there was a neon yellow pickleball with the tiniest bit of blood on it. You then pieced everything together. When you were laughing someone hit you right in between your eyes with a ball. 

"I'll go get some ice!" Claire got up and ran to Mr. Congies. The boy that was running to you earlier sat next to you. It was Jeongin. He kept apologizing as you just sat there awkwardly. "Here Y/N," Claire said as she offered you the ice with Mr. Congies standing next to her. 

"She should go to the nurse's office. Will one of you take her for me?" He said as you put the freezing ice to your nose. You flinched at the feeling. Jeongin shot his hand up before standing up.

"I'll take her!" He called out.

"Fine but first, who did this?" Mr. Congies crossed his arms.

"It's my fault Mr. Congies, I wasn't paying attention," 

"No. It was Jeongin he hit you didn't he," he said glaring at Jeongin. All your friends nodded their heads along with I.N. "Alright go on now I don't want anymore blood on my precious gym floors," Mr. Congies said with a wave of his clipboard. Jeongin took your arm and held the ice pack to your nose for you. He took you down the hall. You had your eyes gently shut because you now have a piercing headache. 

"Careful there's stairs here," He said, making you open your eyes and wobbly step down the stairs. He held you gently, guiding you. "We're gonna go in the elevator so we don't have to go up more steps," 

You two arrived at the elevator and you were still dizzy. Why are these damn pickleballs so hard? You thought to yourself as you heard the elevator ding open. Jeongin tripped on your way in making your eyes shoot open.

"You okay?" 

"Yeah, just my shoe laces," he chuckled as he pressed the third floor button. "Can you hold your ice for a sec? I'm going to tie my shoes," he said as you put your hand over his to hold the pack. He then bent down and fixed his laces but when he stood back up he didn't hold the ice. That's when the elevator suddenly started causing you to lose your balance a bit. You tilted over but Jeongin caught you. "Whoa, easy," he said as he held you up. Your cheeks get flushed at his tone of voice. 

"Thank you," you said as you stood back up properly.

After an awkward walk to the nurse's office you finally arrived. 

"Whoa whoa what happened here," the kind woman in the office stood up coming over to you as Jeongin held you up.

"I accidently hit her square in the nose with a pickleball!" Jeongin said as he set you on a little bench. 

"Oh ouch are you okay sweetie?" The lady said, sitting back down in her white chair as she rolled over to you. Her dark hair and questionable outfit was quite eye-catching. She sighed and shook her head. "How many times have you been here this year?" The nurse asked as she crossed her legs and turned to Jeongin. He just laughed awkwardly before her attention got drawn back to you. "Alright, I'm afraid there's not much else I can do for you dear. You want me to call home?" She said as she grabbed her clipboard. What's with this school and clipboards? 

"Yeah, my mom's number is [phone number of your choice]" you said as the nurse quickly wrote it down. 

"Alright I'll call her now. You two talk amongst yourselves in the meantime," she said as she rolled her chair over to the room next door.

"Y/N?" Jeongin randomly sat down next to you. You replied with a simple hum. "Why did you take the blame for getting hit, we all know it's my fault," he said with those big, doey, eyes. You couldn't help but tell him the truth.

"Well I just think people blame you too much for things that aren't your fault," you explained to him while shutting your eyes. "You get a bad wrap for no reason," you sighed. The chocolate haired boy thought for a moment, supposedly about your words. "You weren't taking lewd photos were you?" You asked out of the blue.

"Huh? Oh yeah. I'd never, I always screw shit like this up," he said with a sigh. You looked over at him sadly. "It's sounds corny but I feel so misunderstood here-"

The nurse came back interrupting your conversation. "Your mother said she'll be here in about 20 to 30 minutes," she said with her hand on her hip. "In the meantime," she turned to a big table in the center of the office. She grabbed bandaids and tissues. "Use these to stop the blood," she said, handing you the tissues. You did as she asked and whipped away most of the blood. Most of it had already come out of your nose so it was just the extra gunk. "And Jeongin can help you put this on your nose while I go take this call," she handed Jeongin a box of bandaids and left. 

When you open your eyes you see him pulling out hello kitty bandaids.

"Seriously, hello kitty," you laughed.

"Awe I think they're cute!" Jeongin chuckled as he opened one of them. "Now close your eyes," 

You did as he suggested. You felt a sticky feeling across your nose. "Oh thank you," you said touching it lightly. He threw the wrapping in the garbage and sat back down next to you. There was an awkward silence as you swayed your feet lightly. You pulled out your phone and turned on the camera. You analyzed your new accessory across your face. "Oh it looks so weird," you laughed.

"I think you look cute!" He said with a smile. You cooked a brow at him. "I mean! It looks cute!!!" He said as he waved his hands around with a pink face. 

"Thanks Jeongin," you said putting your hand on his shoulder with a smile. "I'm gonna ask the nurse if I can go pack up my things before my ride gets here," you said standing up. 

"You think your feeling steady enough?" He asked as he stood up next to you. 

"I'll be fine," you said as you turned the corner to the nurse's office room. You talked to her and she said it's fine but you should bring Jeongin with you, or someone. You relayed this to him and he happily joined you to your locker. You were collecting up your things when you ran out of hands to hold everything. "You mind holding this for me," you said as you handed him your Science textbook. He held everything with no complaints and quickly gave you something back when you said you needed it. "Damn I forgot I'm in my gym clothes still!" You shot up on your feet.

"Here take your bag with you and we'll go back to the locker rooms," he said calmly as he handed you your bag. You smiled back as you took it from him. You two went to the lock rooms and you walked into the girls one. You turned back to look at him.

"You comin'?" You raised an eyebrow at him. 

"No, I'm a man," he shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm sure it's fine just this once, there's no one else in here," you waved a hand at him.

"Okay," he said as he shyly followed you into the pink painted room. He held some of your things as you gathered your things and took off your gym shoes. "It really isn't that different is it?" He said as he looked around. "It's just pink," 

"Yup,"

"And there's not garbage everywhere,"

"Mhm,"

"And no condoms…" he laughed after the silence. You giggled too.

"Okay," you said before taking your shirt off right infront of him. He jumped and covered the view of you with a yelp. 

"Haha maybe a warning next time?" He awkwardly laughed as he turned around.

"Oh sorry, I'm so used to doing this infront of girls who don't care," you smiled innocently while shrugging. After you finished changing everything the two of you went back to your locker. That's when there was an announcement over the PA system. 

"Y/N L/N please come to the office ready to go your ride is here. Y/N L/N please come to the office ready to leave, your ride is outside," you put on your thin spring jacket and your backpack. 

"Alright, thank you for all your help In," you smiled up at Jeongin.

"In?" He said with a confused expression.

"Yeah, I was trying to think of nicknames for you when I was getting changed," you said lightly blushing.

"Hm? Okay then, Noona," he said with a wink.

"Noona?" You tried to copy his accent but it was kinda hard. He chuckled.

"In Korea it's a term younger Koreans use to address older woman," Jeongin said with a smile that reached his eyes. 

"Noona, I like!" You said with a smile that mimicked In's. "Okay I'll see you soon In!" You said while waving and walking to the door.

"See you Noona!" He said as he waved back. "Oh, what am I gonna tell my teacher," Jeongin sighed as he walked back to his class.

#stray kids fiction #stray kids smut #stray kids jeongin #yang jeongin #skz x reader #skz ff #skz fanfic #skz jeongin #skz #stray kids #Spotify

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

Ok- I’m dying to hear your thoughts on the latest episode of the mandalorian!! Also, any updates on “A Fresh Start?”

Oh boy oh boy OH BOY. I have been sitting here waiting, JUST WAITING, for someone to ask me my opinion. Oh shit oh shit. Okay I’m vibrating in excitement. alrighty here we go I’m gonna climb up on my soapbox if you don’t want spoilers (or to hear my many opinions) then turn away now my friends. i'm also gonna talk about so much more than just this last episode i'm sorry in advance.

SEASON 3 HAS BEEN THE WEIRDEST FUCKING THING.

From the get go, i have been scratching my head in confusion. as a (somewhat okay) writer i can usually pick up on themes and plots fairly quickly. but the pacing of this story has been so off? with the way we started i thought the main plot would be din trying to find redemption (and maybe learning that internally he doesn't need a physical redemption of bathing in some ornamental body of water b/c he's more than that), and I WAS SO PSYCHED. Then, we fucking accomplished that by like episode 2??? what?? and since that episode, i have been struggling to figure out what the overarching plot and theme was? yes, the other seasons have episodes of din and grogu bounty hunting or doing random shit but it was to further their main goal.

they also put a lot of emphasis on this fucking darksaber to do nothing with it. and i get. the argument is "din never even wanted the sword so of course he gave it away it's stupid for people to think he wanted it". I KNOW HE DIDN'T WANT IT. but that's kind of the point? they set it up, with him being forced to carry it but not being able to use it well because the 'weight' of responsibility and power it carried. then the armorer trained him for 2.5 seconds and told him he needed to overcome internal obstacles to use it. So essentially, they set up the perfect story line of a reluctant bounty hunting learning he has the ability to be more. Then at that point, if he learned the theme and was able to use the blade well i could see him passing it on then and being like "i realize that i have the ability to be this leader, but i also realize my heart is not in it like others and what i truly want is to just be grogu's father and settle." Basically, my beef isn't that they gave the darksaber away, my beef is that they set up this huge theme and story line just to be like 'psych bitches'.

NOW. BO KATAN. Here's the thing, y'all, i know very little about star wars. like a stupid little. I saw the movies like AGES AGO, but when the mandalorian started i could not pick obi wan kenobi out of a line up and i had to ask my brother repeatedly if the empire was the good guys or bad guys. So, watching the mandalorian and seeing this character walking around saying shit like "does this look jedi to you?" was great b/c din djarin was just as clueless as i was. [I went off on a tangent here and i breifly forgot my point, but here it is]--

BO KATAN. I know nothing beyond what this show had offered me, and from that I like her. I have no beef with her. In season 2, i thought she was an interesting foil to Din Djarin. This leader who is struggling to get people to follow her with a nonchalance on this creed thing vs a man who by all means should be a loner but everyone and their cousin is just drawn to and they want to follow him.

Going into S3, Bo Katan felt different? And not in a "oooh look at all that character growth" kind of way, more like in a "y'all skipped a few steps here" kind of way. I won't go more in depth on this otherwise I'll be here all day. But overall, despite the flaws i think they made with her, i'm okay with her and din being buddies and her learning that din isn't some faceless, mindless drone dedicated to a creed and coming to respect him. I like that friendship. Honestly, i get more sibling vibes from them than anything else (you cannot tell me bo katan and the armorer didn't have chemisty. the "take your helmet off" scene? pls).

BUT I AM SAYING THIS RIGHT NOW, I HAVE THIS TERRIBLE GOD AWFUL FEELING THAT NEXT WEEK THEY ARE GOING TO CONFIRM BO KATAN AND DIN DJARIN AS A ROMANTIC COUPLE AND I DON'T LOVE IT.

it just feels like they're shoe horning in a romance for the sake of having a romance and i don't get why? i would watch 12 seasons of din being a tired, single father taking care of his menace to society gremlin child.

As for chapter 23, i didn't hate the episode. it had some good bits. Grogu in the IG-12 suit is the greatest thing I've ever seen. As heart breaking as it was watching Din get manhandled to the ground by Imperials, i'm a slut for angst and god that was some good angst i can't deny that. i was so sure that gideon was going to rip off din's helmet right then and there and i was SCREAMING at my television i was so horrified and heartbroken. i think all that happened was we hit pause on that devastation tho b/c i'm guessing chapter 24 we're gonna see Din Djarin's face and as much as I wanna see his face I DIDN'T WANT IT TO BE IN THIS WAY. NOT LIKE THIS. I HATE IT.

Side note, here's my theory for the next episode (it's what i think is going to happen and i won't be happy with it): din gets his helmet taken off, it's devastating, bo katan saves him (fucking again), he's helmetless, him and bo katan share a moment and they share that bottle of wine that karga gave him and told him to use in a smaller setting, then they maybe kiss. or confess romantic affection. i think that's the game plan and i hate it.

If I was optimistic, I would love if Bo Katan betrayed him. They won't do it, they haven't set it up well enough and i have no faith in them, but imagine if this entire time Bo Katan has been playing Din and his covert in order to get her hands on the darksaber b/c she knew doesn't trust she'd be able to win against him in combat. how delicious would that be?

One last thing, as I think about it, i think they nerfed Din this season. In S1 and S2, I have a list of badass moments where Din kicked ass, but this season? Maybe one or two moments? And, I think it happened b/c they fell into that age old trap of "we want our female main character to looks so badass so obviously the only way we can do that is by making the male character look less so". Which is so silly. I am all for a strong, badass female MC. But she should be able to stand on her own and be seen as amazing without a guy to overshadow. it just really bothers me that Din has needed Bo Katan to save him so many times this season.

Okay, I'll stop now. I need to stop now. Oof. I went off the rails i'm sorry lol.

#the mandalorian #din djarin #mando #season 3 #i could talk about this all day #i have so many feelings about this

[mavis-merry-magnolia]

next question

i think you will like this one...

what parts of hanekawa makes her your favorite? give me the full blorbo thoughtdump 😈

OH so you want it to be go time? It's go time? I suppose it's go time.

Note I am NOT a writer or well articulated so this is going to be ALL over the place fdjkhds.

So just to begin, Hanekawa is such a fun and mysterious character for a lot of Bakemonogatari. She's literally the first character we're introduced to properly other than Koyomi. And their very first scene already establishes that they have some history together, what with her seemingly being Koyomi's only friend. And shows us a couple flashes of Black Hanekawa but refusing to elaborate. And the season just continues to drip feed us that there is just something UP with the sweet little glasses wearing student council president. Allusions to spring break, and Something happening during Golden Week that Koyomi and Meme don't really elaborate on much. Her genuinely offputting comments about the way Koyomi hitting Mayoi and how he's "supposed" to do it, combined with the fact she could see Mayoi at ALL once it's revealed what exactly Mayoi is and how her mechanics work. The fact that whenever she's on the phone she's NEVER at home, always wandering the streets. It builds up so much subtle intrigue in what the hell is going on with her behind the scenes, given that Koyomi basically outright idolizes her and talks up how amazing and perfect she is in most cases.

I'm a very big fan of these kinds of setups for characters and their arcs. It's why i'm currently so fascinated with how information and scenes regarding Ougi are being dripped out and revealed across Second Season. But I digress.

And then Tsubasa Cat rolls around and begins to shed some light on just exactly how NOT okay she is by revealing information on her home life, as well as the beginnings of exactly what the hell went down during golden week. It's at this point that the narrative starts to pick at the part of her that it's kept hidden so far. How much of her Good Girl act is a raw self defense mechanism for her. She's never had anyone she could actually open up to like Koyomi before. She just so...casually talks about the abuse she's suffered to him.

To go on a small tangent, a character trait about Koyomi that I like is that he's really willing to throw himself under the bus for the sake of cheering others up if need be. During the talk where Hanekawa talks about her father hitting her, he realizes that he can't really...do anything about it, and can see that she's getting really upset and desperate when she asks him not to tell anyone. So he starts going on a goofy little pervy bit to cheer her up, since she likes his weird sense of humor. It's a really sweet moment for them.

Anyway, back on topic. Not to detail my own life all too much but, the way Hanekawa defends herself from her environment and the world around her hits VERY close to home with my own experiences. As someone who's had to constantly mask and people please her whole life, it hits so close to home seeing how she handles all of that and...the consequences it has, in the form of Black Hanekawa.

This is just me speaking entirely from my own experiences but, learning from the Nekomono Duology that ultimately even with the influence of the Sawari Neko, Black Hanekawa is STILL Hanekawa, hit really close to home, in the way that when stresses in my life build up like this, due to my own masking and outright rejection or ignoring of them, it manifests in....destructive episodes. I start thinking, talking, and acting erratically in a way that doesn't feel like Me at all. I've ended up nearly permanently damaging very close and important relationships to myself several times because of this. I don't feel like myself at all, like I become a totally different person. And, I dunno, I just...I really felt something seeing Tsubasa be pushed to her breaking point and lashing out at everything around her in a similar way. It made me really...invested. In seeing where her character would go after that.

Augh and speaking of where her character goes like...I've mentioned it in past posts but I love how absolutely dynamic of a character she is too. Like, we've gotten to see her ENTIRE journey through this story. From her mysterious introduction in Bake, seeing her chronological introduction in Kizumonogatari and just...seeing how MUCH her and Koyomi went through together. With Kizu you can just...it's SO easy to see how Tsubasa fell in love with him. Their budding friendship and complicated feelings for one another through the story arc are SO sweet and precious to me. Like. For every part of her that's a front, she really is just a sweetheart underneath it all. She just isn't able to express it all healthily. I mean, her persistence and care managed to break through Koyomi's shell at his MOST soggiest and cringiest. And then Nise...while she doesn't appear much, I REALLY like how she's shown here, taking the aftermath of Tsubasa Cat where everyone just kinda...puts a bandaid on the situation.

Okay doubling back to talk about that, something that I think makes Tsubasa Cat stand out compared to the other 4 Bake arcs is that each of the other arcs resolve themselves pretty soundly? Like yeah we know that down the road more complications arise but, looking at the story in the order it's written, pretty much all of the arcs have a solid and happy end. But that doesn't really happen with Tsubasa Cat, because the issue of Hanekawa being unable to express her feelings just isn't addressed at all. We just go back to ignoring it and hoping for the best. And I love how Tsubasa tries to give off the air that something has changed. Wearing contacts and cutting her hair. Hair cutting being a pretty common symbolism of change and all. But...it's both superficial. It's another act, and I love it. I've been there myself so many times. Acting like i've made a big change to fix something going wrong when really...it's a lie i'm telling myself and to others.

And then there's the Nekomono Duology just, making EVERYTHING come full circle. The full explanation of just What Black Hanekawa is and how she relates to how Tsubasa is. Tsubasa spending time with Hitagi, who helps her start to break down some of the barriers she's put up, with their discussion of cooking among other things. Kako manifesting at a time that Koyomi is NOT there anymore for her to fall back on and depend on, forcing her to take what she learned from spending time with Hitagi, Karen and Tsukihi to heart and just...coming to terms with herself. ALL parts of herself. Tsubasa, Black Hanekawa, and Kako all together. Finally coming to change herself for REAL and make REAL steps towards healing and growth, symbolized far more proper by Black Hanekawa and Kako's white hair mixing with her natural black....it all comes together so wonderfully. And it's really helped me start to figure myself out in a similar way and make real, ACTUAL changes for the better for myself.

It's the narrative in Monogatari that has hit me the absolute hardest to date and I love every second devoted to it.

...and on a much less personal level, I just think she's really funny and cute in how she bounces off of all the other FREAKS in this cast. It's hard to call anyone in Monogatari "Normal" but I think she plays a hilarious straightman in most situations she's thrust into.

Gods and I've barely even talked about Black Hanekawa or Kako have I? Silly cat and Angy cat. The fact that Yui Horie can have such a distinct range for Tsubasa and Black Hanekawa is amazing, on top of the fact she has to pepper all those nyas into her speech too. I just love that the manifestation of Tsubasa's repressed stress and feelings is just acting like a silly catgirl who fucking GETS you. I wish that's how my stress manifestations were.

I've been typing this for like, an hour and I still feel like there's more I can say jdkhdf.

Basically. I love her so much. All of her. And she's been helping me understand and come to love all of me too.

#merry mumbles #monogatari #tsubasa hanekawa #hanekawa tsubasa #this is soooo long and so unorganized and not even half of what I could say i'm just too sleepy to keep going fdskjhfd

[ohtobealady]

more disassociation thoughts:

Cora and Robert’s little simpering exchange in S2 after Cora’s ✨convinced✨ Robert to ask Doctor Clarkson for “a favor”

After he’s told her he’s talked to Clarkson, Cora’s “Quite right. Thank you, darling,” and Robert’s little *heart eyes* at her and then quick little sobering glance to O’Brien before he leaves is great.

Followed by O’Brien’s impressed, “Well done, m’lady!” because she darn well knows how that must’ve gone down.

Oh lol. Cora’s proud look that is very “Why, thank you. Indeed. I understood the assignment” back at her, an underrated moment for sure.

LOL what on earth took place for him to be so glowing and giddy? *giggle*

Honestly, S2 Cora … she didn’t really neglect Robert in the way she says she has when she apologizes in E8 (?). She was busier, obviously, but in nearly every episode of the season, she is either boosting his self-esteem (“I don’t think you’re a fool!”), or kissing his cheek with a quick explanation for her busyness, or getting noticeably *fans self* hot and bothered by his authoritative rage over Isobel’s demands — another underrated scene. Cora, you are SO gently chaotic lol.

Anyway, I feel this definitely supports the idea that she totally knew about Jane to some degree and in some way. Women really do always know.

(There’s that Violet line in S4 regarding Tony Gillingham, that if they know Tony isn’t acting committed, then they can be sure Mabel knows.)

More Jane thoughts: Obviously Robert was depressed, and I think it was very much a casting decision to have Jane’s character be similar in appearance to Cora (as far as fair complexion, bright blue eyes, dark hair). In Jane, Robert is attracted to the vulnerable, sweet wife that prewar Cora had been to him — the whole “Angel of the home” stereotype. Jane needed help when she dropped those apples. She needed help to provide for her little son. She was sweet mannered and obviously attracted to him, too. I won’t go too much into how I still hate how the end of that storyline went; however, I do think Robert’s character allows for him to have a wandering eye sort of incited by depression — especially considering his station and the reality of that time period.

Doesn’t change the fact, though, that I still feel like he wouldn’t have had that bizarre exchange with Jane after Cora nearly freaking died and he was in that chair in her room with his head hanging in his hands, Clarkson explaining to him that they’ve done everything they can, saying things like “my whole world gone over a cliff in the course of a single day” or watching Matthew lose Lavinia. I never really could understand that part (when he kisses her goodbye), except that maybe his kindness extends that far and his realization that Jane really was in an “impossible situation,” not in the least because he would never love her, his heart really did belong to his wife. Even if he was too depressed to feel anything but numbness.

Ooo, sorry. Tangent.

Anyway. Just thought I’d air out my fun little thoughts I had while mopping my kitchen. Ciao.

#cobert #downton abbey #that maid trigger lol #anyway #character analysis

[callsign-bunnie]

Rodolfo - Chapter 7 - An Academic Achievement

Rodolfo manages to get those pictures for Soap. Alejandro is starting to grow on him. Even if Valeria insists he shouldn't.

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Rodolfo waited at the cafe. He’d already got the assignment and a notebook set up so he could take notes. Notes helped him a lot.

Thankfully, Alejandro was only five minutes late, this time. “Hey.” Alejandro said as he sat down. “Spanish or english?”

“Spanish, obviously.” Rodolfo smiled, already switched. “You’re on time. Sort of.”

“Yeah, one of the players broke their leg. Sucks for them, but Price had to take them to the hospital, so I got out on time.” Alejandro smiled.

Rodolfo frowned. “Poor them… Will they be okay?”

“Oh!” Alejandro frowned and seemed sheepish. “Yeah, I’m sure. Gaz went with them, so you could ask him.”

Rodolfo nodded. He probably wouldn’t, but he was glad for the option. “Well, I got everything set up.” He gestured.

Alejandro nodded. “So I see. Alright, let’s get started.”

Alejandro tutored Rodolfo for about an hour. At some point, he’d went off on this huge tangent to try to compare the problem to a donut. He’d gotten very passionate about it and Rodolfo had somehow found himself biting the end of his pencil and imagining Alejandro’s face between his legs.

He wasn’t sure how he got there, either. He stopped once he realized and quickly sat up. Alejandro was still talking, gesturing big as he did so. They’d definitely gathered a few stares, but Rodolfo didn’t care. Alejandro was kind of cute.

“Anyway, do you get it, now?” Alejandro said, once he was done.

Rodolfo smiled. “I think so. Though… I don’t really understand why you chose a donut?”

“I’m hungry.” Alejandro admitted, sheepishly.

“Well, after this, do you want to get dinner?” Rodolfo offered, since he was also hungry.

“Sure!” Alejandro grinned and then continued to tutor him.

When they were done, Alejandro helped him gather his stuff and they went to a random restaurant. “So, did you bring the pictures? I legally have to ask or Soap will skin me.” Rodolfo asked after they ordered, hoping to god Alejandro had not forgotten them.

“I did!” Alejandro dug in his bag, getting out a small box. “They’re polaroids so… Not the best quality but… there’s a decent amount of them. Several of Ghost. I reprinted them. So, you can just take them.”

Rodolfo took the box immediately. “Thank god.” He opened the box, looking over the pictures. The top one was of a stage where Ghost, with a fairly intricate skull mask, and Alejandro were next to each other. Alejandro was singing into a mic and Ghost was playing the guitar, a little behind him. Alejandro’s hair was long. Rodolfo blinked, not having ever thought that’d be attractive, but damn it was.

There was writing on the back. He turned it over and smiled. Ale and the Ghost. “Ale and the Ghost, huh?” He looked up at Alejandro, who looked sheepish.

“Yeah, Ghost and I were not… very creative.” Alejandro shrugged.

Rodolfo smiled. “No, I like it.” He did. It sounded like a band name. Very tongue and cheek. Well, now he had a name. “Was this a concert?”

“Concert is pushing it. More… performance.” Alejandro chuckled, taking the picture from him and looking almost sad. “Our last one.” He smiled.

“Oh.” Rodolfo frowned. He looked down into the box again, taking out more pictures. Several of them were blurry but he found one that he knew, immediately, Soap was gonna adore. It was of Ghost. He had slightly shaggier hair than he did now, and it was a little more dirty blonde. He was half bent over, presumably in the middle of a headbang if Rodolfo had to guess. The picture was from under him and he had a black face mask covering his face.

Black eyeshadow surrounded his eyes and he was mid strum on the guitar. “Soap is gonna die when he sees this.” Rodolfo grinned, showing Alejandro.

Alejandro laughed. “I thought the same when I was reprinting it. There’s more of similar in there.”

Rodolfo smiled. He was so glad Alejandro was doing this favor for him. He continued to look through the pictures, spotting one of Alejandro. Alejandro was shirtless, beating on some drums. His hair was wet and he was half covered in some kind of black paint that was splashed everywhere in the scene. 

He held it up. “Black paint?”

“Black out!” Alejandro grinned, taking the picture. “Oh god, I remember that night! Hang on.” He grabbed the box and dug through it before coming up with more pictures. “This was a charity event. It was called Black Out. It was for this kid with cancer. It was to raise funds to afford his surgery.”

Rodolfo almost melted. Oh that was so sweet… “Did they raise enough?”

“No, but I paid the rest of it off, anyway. Convinced my dad it would make him look good.” Alejandro shrugged, showing Rodolfo the other pictures. “I poured black paint on the drums and it splattered everywhere as I played.”

Rodolfo looked over the pictures, smiling. Alejandro had started out fairly clean but ended up almost completely covered in the black paint. There were several of Ghost, too, who looked like the black paint had been dumped on his head and dripped down on him. He was wearing a white tank top, too.

And Alejandro had paid off the rest of the charity. He had never considered that Alejandro could be so sweet. “Wow…” He smiled. “Why black?”

“The kid’s favorite color was black.” Alejandro nodded, showing Rodolfo another picture. It was a little kid between Ghost and Alejandro. They were throwing up the rockstar hand sign and Alejandro and the kid had their tongues out. The kid was also fairly covered in paint. 

Rodolfo needed to be very careful or he’d fall very quick for Alejandro. “That’s so adorable.” He smiled. He was gonna keep that picture and the first. “I didn’t know you could be so generous.”

“Oh, most of our shows were for charity.” Alejandro shrugged. “I could afford to keep us afloat and it was never for the money for Ghost. He just liked to play. Got out frustration, apparently.”

Rodolfo nodded a little. Fuck, Alejandro was… actually really fucking good of a person. He looked over more of the pictures, putting the ones that were of Ghost or ones he thought Soap would like the most on top.

“I um… I hope this doesn’t seem like too much but I found a mixtape of some of our stuff.” Alejandro got out a tape from his bag. “I thought Soap would appreciate it. Though, you can listen to it, too.”

“A mixtape??” Rodolfo laughed. “Old school.” He took it, though, putting it in the box. “I think Soap has a Walkman. He went through a retro phase last year.”

“Ah.” Alejandro laughed. “I think the radio club has a tape player, anyway. So, you could borrow that, I’m sure.”

“Yeah.” Rodolfo smiled. “Damn, you thought of everything. Starting to wonder if you have a crush on Soap.”

Alejandro frowned. “No. I just… Well, I want you and I to be friends and… I figure if I help Soap out, maybe you’ll stop looking at me like I’m an asshole.”

Rodolfo frowned. Alejandro had picked up on that? “I don’t think you’re an asshole.” He mumbled, looking away.

“I know you do. And I get it. I insulted you on our third time meeting each other. I’m a frat guy, we already don’t have a high reputation and… well, my old best friend is telling you I’m a shithead and you should stay away from me.” Alejandro sighed. “The… cards are stacked against me. But… I want us to be friends. So, I want to try.”

Rodolfo frowned. He sighed. Alejandro had been putting in a good effort. “Look I… admit that I did but now… I dunno. You’ve changed my mind. Maybe I’m willing to look past it so I have someone to speak Spanish with.” He teased, a little.

Alejandro seemed relieved. “Well, I’ll do whatever I need to to change your mind. If that involves dragging up some… mildly cringe memories to make your friend happy, then I will do that.”

Rodolfo chuckled. “And I am very grateful for that. He’s gonna be over the moon.”

“I hope so.” Alejandro grinned. “Tell me how he reacts.”

“I will.” Finally their food arrived and Rodolfo started to eat, putting the box in his own bag. “I just hope he doesn’t die on the spot. From happiness.”

“I will pay his hospital bills if so.” Alejandro laughed, shaking his head.

Rodolfo grinned. “I’ll hold you to that.” He relaxed. Maybe Alejandro wasn’t so bad.

When he got back, Soap was already in bed. He debated waiting until the next afternoon but… no, Soap would want it, now. He shook him awake. “Hey… Soap.”

Soap groaned and for a moment, tried to wave him off. But then he jerked upright. “You’re back! Did he have the pictures??”

Rodolfo laughed softly and shook his head. “You’re cute. Here.” He got the box out and handed it to him. “Ale and the Ghost.”

“Ale and the Ghost?” Soap frowned.

“That’s their band name.” Rodolfo chuckled, sitting on Soap’s bed and turning on his lamp. “Alejandro found one of their mixtapes. You still have that walkman, right?”

“Of course I do!” Soap grinned, immediately opening the box. He put the tape to the side, though Rodolfo could see the restraint in his eyes. He melted at the first picture, the one of Ghost mid headbang. “Oh… Oh Rudy…” He seemed in awe. “He was so pretty…” He touched the picture.

Rodolfo laughed, softly. “So, am I forgiven? Completely?”

“You’re more than forgiven! Fuck, I’m gonna petition to have you sainted!” Soap hugged Rodolfo, tightly. “This is better than Christmas! Oh, I’m gonna have to get you the best birthday present ever, now!”

Rodolfo laughed. “No need. You’re my best friend. I know you’d do the same.”

“Yes but I can’t and you can and I- thank you so much, Rudy…” Soap went back to the pictures and Rodolfo watched Soap marvel over each one. Rodolfo had left all of them in there, save for the one of Alejandro in black paint that he’d saved for himself.

“He said you can keep them. He reprinted them.” Rodolfo hummed. “I picked up thumbtacks on the way home.” He got them out of his bag and held them out.

Soap grinned. “You are so brilliant.” He immediately got to work tacking up what Rodolfo assumed was his favorites. Rodolfo got under Soap’s bed, getting his doom box out. Thankfully, Rodolfo had managed to convince him to keep only one.

He rummaged through it and managed to find the neglected walkman, getting it out and getting the earbuds for it out as well. He took the tape from where Soap had set it and put it inside, tapping Soap and offering him an earbud. Soap immediately put it in his ear.

Rodolfo put the other in his own and hit play.

Hey, guys! This is Ale and the Ghost! Alejandro’s voice came through. Ghost, say something.

Something.

Nice. Anyway, this is mixtape number 5! ¡Espero que disfrutes de la escucha!

Rodolfo chuckled, softly. So he was always like that. Soap seemed in another trance, listening intently.

The first song started. It was a cover of “Paint It Black” and it was obviously Ghost’s voice first. Rodolfo had to admit, his voice was pretty good. He could sing really well and that ever so slight roughness really put it over the edge.

Soap was grinning. “He sounds amazing…”

Rodolfo nodded in agreement, chuckling. Then, Alejandro’s voice came in. He was doing the chorus. Rodolfo felt himself blush as he listened. Somehow, Alejandro did the whole thing in spanish; it was perfectly in time and everything and he sounded fantastic.

He was definitely looking up that soundcloud. He glanced at Soap again, who had his eyes closed, and was swaying to the music. He was so glad this had made Soap so happy. And that Soap had forgiven him.

He watched his friend move for a bit before gently handing him the other earbud. “I’m gonna go to bed since I have early classes. Okay?”

Soap quickly nodded, putting the other earbud in.

Rodolfo chuckled and then went to their changing area, changing and then going to bed. He was so glad that Soap had loved it.

“Hey.” Alejandro said as he sat down. “Did you already give him the pictures?”

Rodolfo nodded, smiling. “He was in awe. Already has some of them tacked up.”

Alejandro grinned. “And you’ve been completely forgiven?”

“Completely. He’s apparently gonna have me sainted.”

“Wow.” Alejandro laughed, softly. “Well, I’m glad I could assist, in that case.”

Rodolfo laughed, as well. “You know, you have a pretty good voice. I’m impressed how you rephrased the chorus to be in Spanish of Paint It Black. It was so smooth and flowed so well.”

Alejandro grinned. “You think so? Yeah, it was a pain in the ass. But, I think it was worth it since it came out so good.”

“Definitely.” Rodolfo agreed. He’d listened to more of their music on Soundcloud and Alejandro sang most of his parts in Spanish. “Anyway, I think Soap said this morning that he’s gonna track you down and thank you, himself.”

“Awesome.” Alejandro grinned and nodded. “Well, I look forward to it.”

Rodolfo turned to the Professor as she came in, listening to the lesson. He was dreading the next day. It was the first day of debate club and he knew Valeria was ramping up to be a bitch.

“Hey, so, there’s a party on Friday-” Alejandro started but Rodolfo looked at him, half amused. “Right. Not your scene.” Alejandro flushed. “Just thought I’d offer.”

Rodolfo smiled. “It’s really not.” He turned back to the professor.

Rodolfo nodded as Valeria spoke, explaining everything to the new members. Shockingly, she’d been rather cordial. “I’m the president, this is our Vice President, Rodolfo Parra.”

Rodolfo waved a little. There were 15 of them in total. Including Roach, who Soap had asked if he could join as an interpreter. He and Valeria had been grateful since they needed an interpreter and no one had applied.

He smiled as Roach waved back. Even Valeria had seemed to take a liking to him. “Anyway, we both answer questions and pretty much split responsibility. He’ll lead meetings when I have games. We have a new interpreter.” She gestured to Roach and then went over, dragging Roach’s chair over to the front. Roach seemed to be amused by the action and Rodolfo shook his head. That was Valeria.

“Anyway, our new interpreter. His name is Roach. New members, you will need four copies of your points or speeches. One for the judges, one for yourself, one for Rodolfo and I, and one for Roach. Roach needs practice as well, so you need to give him a copy as soon as possible! Roach, come to me if they don’t, and I’ll get it taken care of.”

Roach gave a thumbs up. Rodolfo smiled. He seemed so excited. Though, he always seemed like that.

Rodolfo stood as Valeria gestured to him. “As you may know, we do not travel for Competitions. Valeria and I do not have time. However, some of you may be offered the chance. You are allowed to take it, we will not hold you back. In this case, come to me and I will help you with the process.”

He gestured to the stage behind him. “This is our practice stage. We share it with the Groovy Shakespeare troupe. You’re gonna occasionally see odd props, just ignore them.” He sighed. “Anyway, Valeria is for questions regarding competitions, I am for everything else. My phone number is on the flier, just text me. I try to answer when I can but I have a very full schedule.”

“Alright, the meeting is over, bye.” Valeria waved to them and then immediately rounded on Rodolfo. “Why were you on a date with Vargas??”

“Keep your voice down!” Rodolfo hissed, glancing at Roach, who had definitely heard. “I wasn’t on a date with Alejandro Vargas. I was… Look, I can’t tell you why. Wait, are you stalking me?!” Rodolfo frowned, now concerned as to how she knew.

“I was at the restaurant with… my own date.” Valeria flushed. “Anyway, regardless, that looked like a fucking date.”

“It wasn’t!” Why was Rodolfo even defending himself to her? “Why do you even care, anyway?”

“Because, I told you to stay away from frat guys! Why didn’t you listen to my advice?? I give great advice, yet you never listen to it!” Valeria crossed her arms.

Rodolfo laughed. “Some of your great advice has been to drown myself in the river. I think you can figure out why I take everything you say with a grain of salt. Anyway, no. It wasn’t a date. And even if it was, it’s none of your business!”

Valeria shook her head. “Look, Alpha Lambda guys will chew you up and spit you back out.”

“Watch it, I happen to have a friend in Alpha Lambda, and so does Roach.” Rodolfo glared at her.

“Alex is the exception. Honestly, I don’t even know why he’s still there.” Valeria waved her hand. “Every other Alpha Lambda guy, however, is an asshole. I can guarantee you that Alejandro is pursuing you for nothing other than some ass for a night.”

Rodolfo was a little offended that she thought he was so stupid. “First off, he’s not pursuing me for ass, he’s made it clear he just wants to be friends. Second off, I’m smart enough to know when I’m being played. Roach, come on, do you still want to be walked back to your dorm?”

Roach got up and quickly nodded, coming over.

“Rodolfo, I mean it! Stay away from him.” Valeria warned.

Rodolfo rolled his eyes and flipped her off, leaving with Roach. “Yes, she’s always like that.” He told him.

Roach giggled, softly, and nodded.

They walked together in silence for a bit. “Hey, do you want to go by the football field and see if Gaz is there? I think he mentioned Price doing some drills. I know it’s a little late but… well, you know Price.”

Roach seemed to consider before nodding, so Rodolfo switched paths to the one that led to the football field. “You enjoying it here?”

Roach nodded. Rodolfo smiled. “I see you and Soap have become close friends. I’m glad. You seem sweet and Soap needs more people to hang out with.”

Roach nodded again and smiled at Rodolfo. “Oh! Fuck, I forgot.” Rodolfo stopped him, remembering that he’d found a necklace in one of his classes. “Farah mentioned you like bugs. So, I found this in one of my classes.”

He pulled it out of his bag. It was a resin pendant with a giant spider in it. “Someone had left it on the ground so I snagged it.”

Roach’s eyes went wide and he immediately took it from Rodolfo, looking in awe. “I can help you put it on?” He offered.

Roach immediately nodded, handing it back and turning around. Rodolfo put the necklace around his neck and then clasped it, smiling. “There. Do you like it?”

Roach nodded and grinned. He signed thank you and Rodolfo signed you’re welcome back. Then, they continued in silence again. When they got closer to the field, Rodolfo started to look around on the field. He stopped when he caught movement behind the bleachers.

Sometimes, Gaz, Alex, and Farah would hang out behind the bleachers and talk, so Rodolfo figured they were doing that that night. He pulled Roach over, frowning as they heard noise the closer they got.

Once around the bleachers, Rodolfo stopped in shock. Instead of Gaz and his friends, Alejandro Vargas was there. He had some blondie against the back of the bleachers, biting their shoulder as he fucked them.

It took Rodolfo a moment to get his brain working again and he quickly grabbed Roach and left, unable to fully process what he’d just seen. Roach looked up at him concerned as they all but ran away from the field.

Rodolfo stopped once he felt they were at a safe distance and shook his head, trying to get the image out of his head. Oh god, why did that… why did that hurt?? He had to fight actual tears, which was so dumb because he didn’t like Alejandro like that.

Roach touched Rodolfo’s sleeve and Rodolfo took a deep breath, looking at Roach, who seemed pretty concerned.

Rodolfo just forced a smile. “See? Valeria has nothing to worry about. Alejandro just wants to be my friend. Nothing more.”

Nothing more at all.

Rodolfo threw himself back in bed, groaning with frustration. He was trying to study but he couldn’t get that fucking image out of his head. What was wrong with him?! He didn’t even like Alejandro, so why was he obsessing over it??

Yeah, he thought Alejandro was cute and he honestly would not mind giving in to just one night of him if Rodolfo was interested in those things, but that was where it stopped. He didn’t want more than that.

So why couldn’t he get it out of his head?? He kept playing it, moment by moment, over and over. He’d practically memorized the way Alejandro had had their leg wrapped around his waist, the movement of his hips, the way a tattoo peaked out of his collar, able to be seen from the way his neck was bent down. Fuck.

Rodolfo covered his face. “Fuck!” He needed to do something to get it out of his head and at this rate, he was tempted to go track down Soap and get him talking about Ghost again just so his brain could focus on something else.

Soap was, unfortunately, keeping his promise and doing the Chemistry Club. Well, fortunately since Rodolfo wanted him to have something to focus on. Unfortunately since that was where he was, right now.

He considered. Well, that meant Dr Jen would be busy with the club since she was their Sponsor. Which meant Laswell would be in her office, likely. She always had good advice. So… he decided to go find her and talk to her. Maybe she’d have good advice or at least something to clear his head.

He got up and grabbed his bag, heading to her office. Thankfully, she was a short walk away, he made it there in about five minutes. He slowed as he came to her door, which was slightly ajar, hearing speaking.

“I know, I know, I just feel like… He’s ignoring whatever is between us on purpose.” Rodolfo recognized the voice, immediately. Alex. Seems like they both needed similar things. Well, he’d not be getting advice, but he was not walking all the way back.

He knocked on the door before going in. Alex was sitting at the little table Laswell had in her office with Laswell. Laswell smiled at him as he came in. “Rodolfo! It’s good to see you!”

Rodolfo smiled and went to the table, sitting down. “It’s good to see you, too.”

“Hey.” Alex smiled, though his eyes showed concern. Shit, Roach must have told them. Oh well, he couldn’t be too mad. He’d never said not to and the freethinkers had made it clear there were no secrets between them.

“Hey, Alex.” Rodolfo nodded.

“Alex and I were talking about his own stuff but you’re free to join.” Laswell nodded. “Tea?”

“What kind?”

“Chai.” Laswell nodded.

Rodolfo knew that was a spicy kind of tea so he nodded, taking a cup from the tea tray she had. She poured him a cup and he put sugar and some cinnamon in it. “What kind of problems, if you don’t mind?”

Alex sighed. “I don’t care if you know. I’m sure everyone can tell. I… I like Gaz.”

“Yeah, it’s… kind of obvious.” Rodolfo winced, smiling sympathetically.

Alex nodded. “I figured. But… I… I know he likes me back. There’s no way he doesn’t. But whenever we get a moment together he just… completely blows me off. Like, the other day, we were hanging out and I mentioned this movie that he’d seemed interested in that was coming to theaters. He said that he was helping Soap unbunk your beds. I accepted that, even though I thought that had already been done. But, when I talked to Soap, Soap said that he’d already done that!”

Rodolfo frowned. Yeah, that was a clear blow off. “Gaz is kind of awkward. Maybe he feels nervous?” He knew that wasn’t it. There was something deeper.

“I don’t know…” Alex sighed. “I just know that whenever we seem to get closer, he yanks away and I… don’t know what to do about it.”

Rodolfo looked to Laswell, who seemed deep in thought. “Well, have you considered trying to talk to him about it? Direct confrontation can be a good method.”

“Yeah, I have. But, he just avoids it. And he has anxiety so I don’t want to trap him or anything.” Alex sighed and slumped. “I wouldn’t mind if he’d outright reject me, but he won’t even do that.”

Rodolfo felt bad for Alex. And Gaz. He knew Gaz wouldn’t do this without a reason. “Hey, maybe do an indirect confrontation. Talk about something else, first. Something… similar. Maybe the topic will round to the one you want. And if it doesn’t, it looks like he’s been avoiding that, anyway, so you wouldn’t be losing anything.”

Alex seemed to consider that. “Yeah, that sounds… well, like something. It’s better than the nothing I had.”

Laswell smiled. “You’re a quick thinker.” She hummed to Rodolfo, who flushed, flattered.

“I try. I’ve been working on problem solving. Need to be able to break down and find solutions quickly.” Rodolfo smiled. He did logic puzzles to help with that. 

“Alright, your turn.” Alex said, gesturing as he ate a cookie.

Rodolfo frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you came here. Laswell hasn’t started her internship until next week, and it’s the day that that will be primarily taking place. So, what’s up?” Alex shrugged.

“Deductive reasoning, good job Alex.” Laswell chuckled. “But, he is right. What is it, Rodolfo?”

Rodolfo sighed. He’d been had. Should he tell the truth or make something up? “Last night, on the way back from Debate… Roach and I saw someone… having sex… behind the bleachers on the field. We were trying to see if Gaz was still there.”

“Yeah, Roach told the group chat this morning.” Alex winced. “I can’t believe he’d do that on the field. Gross.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna be careful where I sit now.” Rodolfo shook his head. So Roach had told them. “I… I dunno. It’s just been stuck in my mind.”

Laswell raised an eyebrow. “Well, who was it?”

Rodolfo bit his lip. “Alejandro Vargas, he’s… my math partner.” He sighed.

“Oh.” Laswell frowned. “Well, do you like him?”

“No!” Rodolfo responded, too fast from the unconvinced expressions he was given. “No, I don’t. He… He’s kind of an asshole and… so not my type. I prefer… not frat guys. Sorry, Alex.”

“No, I get it. I live with those assholes.” Alex chuckled. “But, Vargas is okay. He’s pretty cool. At least, I’ve never had a problem with him.”

Rodolfo frowned a little. “Yeah… Well…” He turned to Laswell. “He told me I had a stick up my ass on the third day of knowing me.”

Rodolfo saw Alex’s hand fly over his mouth from the corner of his eye. “I take it back, he is an asshole.” Alex said as Laswell frowned.

Rodolfo shook his head. “No, that was definitely an asshole move. But… He apologized right after. And he didn’t have to. And… Well, Soap has a crush that… Alejandro knows. Or used to know. And so he got me some stuff to have Soap forgive me when we were going through a spat. He didn’t have to do that, either. He said it was because he wanted to be friends.”

Alex frowned. “I… don’t mean to… assume. But that sounds like something I would have done for Gaz.”

Rodolfo frowned, confused.

Laswell spoke up, finally. “You know, now that you mention him, I do remember him coming by my office a few days ago. Asked me a bit about you, Rodolfo.”

Rodolfo bit his lip. “Like what?”

“Just asked me to tell him what I could. I said I couldn’t tell him anything because you were my student and I didn’t want to break confidentiality.” Laswell nodded a little.

Rodolfo blinked. First he’d asked Alex, and now Laswell about Rodolfo. That was… odd. Why was Alejandro asking around about him?

“Yeah, he asked me stuff, too. On Tuesday, last week.” Alex nodded. “That’s so weird.”

“Yeah…” Rodolfo agreed, looking down at his tea. That was very weird. “Why would he do that?”

“To find stuff out, obviously.” Alex shook his head. “But… why does he want to find out?”

“Let’s not make any assumptions. He could just be curious about Rodolfo. They are math partners and he has stated he wants to be friends.” Laswell offered Rodolfo more tea and Rodolfo took it.

“You’re right.” Alex nodded. “We can’t make too many assumptions.”

Too late, Rodolfo was already in assumption junction. “I guess…” He mumbled. “Well, regardless, I… I want that image out of my head.”

“Well, unfortunately, I don’t think I can fully help with that.” Laswell frowned. “However, you’re welcome to stay here until you feel better. Alex, you too.”

Alex smiled. “Thanks, Laswell.”

Rodolfo nodded. As long as he was distracted, he didn’t care. “Sounds good.”

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[nonclassyparty]

it’s kind of funny bc i was just thinking about SR today and then i suddenly got a notif that you posted the final chapter!!

anyways, i just finished reading and man - you really have a way with words. like i can’t remember the last time i was so immersed in a series but you really are such an amazing writer. thank you for letting us read your stories because i know how tiresome and draining it can be :( but thank you thank you, i appreciate you and your work.

moving on to my reaction to this final chapter!! AHHHHHHH i loved the ending and am so content. like i was so curious on everything with mingi, san, wooyoung and hwa and you summed it all so perfectly in this last chapter. with mingi - i totally understand what you did there and honestly thought it was perfect. ngl i did think mingi would be end game but the reasoning behind why she can’t be with him was so valid. san - oh san, what a character. even though i hated college san and how he treated y/n, i really think he was just protecting himself and obviously that hurt a lot of ppl, but he had his reasons. that scene with him and y/n in the hotel room really brought closure, i think, for the both of them and i love how when y/n was like “let’s not meet again”, san accepted it so graciously. wooyoung - omg i love wooyoung so much. the scene where he was like “you b-bitch” broke me but made me laugh out loud bc he is so adorable and you can definitely tell how much love the two have for each other. i’m glad those two worked out their problems (i had no doubt they would but they both were valid with their initial feelings that started the argument). wooyoung is my favorite character <3 hwa - girl i literally was so happy when san brought up his name bc i wanted to really see where their relationship lied at the end of this all. i’m so happy they were able to mend everything. i’m still upset at how hwa treated her back then but again, siblings have this relationship where it’s really hard to not forgive. i could see how much the two regretted not talking to each other and how much they wanted to make up for lost time and that make my heart so full. lastly y/n - the amount of hurt, sorrow, anger, admiration, love, and understanding i felt for this character was crazy. the amount of growth we see her go though in this series is actually so interesting and felt so natural. initially, she was selfish, only thinking for herself. she wanted san and despised anyone who stood in her way. but then she met wooyoung, mingi and started to care for others. fast forward to her adult life, she only is thinking of others, not herself, and is so scared of being selfish but then after that convo with san, she realizes she needs to be a little bit of both. idk it just felt so full circle for me.

wow this was a long ass reply and i’m so sorry - like you don’t have to read this bc i literally just went on a tangent. but just wanted to say thank you again for your work and all the time and effort you put into your writings <3 i’m sad SR is over but i’m looking forward to more of your work and am forever a supporter :’)

ahhhhhhhhh thank you so much, you explained everything so well that i truly have nothing left to add except to thank you for reading ❤️

[noitar-arat]

⭐⭐⭐ real talk i have been dying to chat with you about ur writing but i've been so "AHHH" about it

AAAAH myself to you too😭

Director’s Cut

Hmm I definitely have a lot to say about some of my fics, but for today I’ll talk about “Matter of Honor” because that was my first vaynemille fic and apparently the one most peeps know me for (to the point I saw one peep brought it up in official server and my soul proceeded to leave my body pls why must you mention it in official)

A-hem

Back when I first played g22-g23, being a fresh returnee to mabi, I never got a chance to grieve over Talvish because the moment Vayne appeared oh boy the effect he had on me…the design(I’m weak towards edgy looking bastards), how the dialogue constantly states he stares at your milletian…THE TOUCHING OF FACE AND HIS STUPID SMILE….a-hem. The point is I was falling HARD and what better way besides making fanart to express how much I adored this bastard.

Write fanfic! Smut fanfic! Though the actual smut is like waaaay at the end and is like three paragraphs top at best!!But! That was my goal, to portray the slow burn desire that transpires between Vayne and the millet. In this case my millet but not millet Elise!

(The face of a fool with horrible taste in men)

I’m sure I already talked plenty about Ellie before so I’ll keep this part brief, but one of her most defining traits is that she can be quite the pushover and is always the one to suggest giving people a chance (even if said people might not deserve it. Something she needs to learn coughs).

Vayne, as much as her passive ass does irritate him, he does use it to his advantage as he sees fit. Like arriving at her doorstep, drenched in dirt and blood knowing full well her kind nature won’t reject him.

Any sane person would have prolly chased Vayne out of their farm with a shotgun (atleast that’s what I would do if I saw a freaky guy clad in demonic armor standing on my porch) but alas my poor fool of course lets him in. Once that door closes, here is where their dance begins as Elise immediately becomes overwhelmed by the scent of blood and the implications of said blood (did I mention she has a murder fetish, people always freak out about this over her cannibalism for some reason shrugs).

I realize now we never learn what his exact duties are as a member of the BMO at the time I wrote this, but I always figured Vayne had to at least have taken part in hunting down potential victims for the cult or spies trying to infiltrate the order. I don’t believe now with everything we know that he does mindless killing BUT…he is(was) the Destroyer, was responsible for the biggest war that transpired in erinn(not to mention setting lose the dragon in Tara castle).

But going back to the start of the dance, Elise is busy having an internal battle with herself for desiring Vayne SPECIFICALLY when he has freshly killed someone as she already struggles enough as it is it’s desiring her enemy in general. I could go into a tangent about this, but basically Elise has always had a morbid fascination with violence, not on a massive scale but more personal 1 versus 1 kind of situation. Is part of the reasons she first became drawn towards Vayne, sensing immense power from him, later for him to confirm to her he is a hardened warrior just piqued her interest more. And her interest becomes piqued once more.

We enter now the next scene where the dance prepares to escalate, inside the washroom where everything transpires. I had a lot of brainstorming concerning where they were gonna do the do, originally it was going to be a bathtub since that is usually the norm in medieval times and the positioning required would be easier with their height difference.

But I thought about it more, I truly wanted a claustrophobic setting with Elise trapped and personal space non existent between them to make it more intense. So after a lot of thinking it over(and doodling it) I went with the small shower stall route. And I know a shower stall may seem modern, but like, this game is still a fantasy world with a lot of inventions that would have never existed in medieval Ireland. So I took liberties and figured Elise would have eventually discovered how to set up a magic plumbing system. The fountains in Tara and Belfast imply a plumbing system does exist already, at least in the cities.

Here we enter the first escalation as Vayne is being his charming self and offering some major insight on how he got his very tiny injury. And because he is a perfectly normal gentleman he uses it as opportunity for roleplay and he just so happens to have the best rp partner for it.

Look at her, getting into character so quickly, a dream rp partner /s

Sadly the roleplaying doesn’t end well, as Ellie tries one last futile attempt to kick him out (I’ve been writing post g25 Ellie a lot and I realize she would have set him on fire at this point otl). It doesn’t work obviously, this is a smut fic and I must build it up and the pretense of trying to get rid of him, which SHE can..if she truly wanted, is just part of it as we get balls deep into it.

Hehe get it, balls, cuz he took off his pants-shot-

This part was my favorite to write the inner conflict Ellie is having here as she has to battle between keeping her pride and not allow herself to be pushed around anymore or embrace her craving for intimacy. The rest of the fic deals with it as these idiots are just challenging each other to see who is the most horniest (both, both of them are just different ways to portray it). Either way I just realized both situations could have been wins, she gets dick regardless at the end.

Anywho, that’s it for my commentary, and rereading the fic again there’s so much I need to rewrite sobs

#asks #sorry for the essay #long post #and sorry for late reply I actually got so excited my brain had stage fright otl

[halcyandaze]

question that came to me out of the blue but were there previous versions/scrapped ideas for bonomo and nova [or oc in general]?

oH BOY so I've had bonomo for over 7 years now so uhhh I do indeed got plenty of old material of those two and how they kinda evolved and changed over all that time

so lucky for you guys, for once I'm gonna *pukes in mouth a lil* ugh, share my old art from when I was 15, oof uhhh you're welcome in advance (yes I realize some of my old followers here could have been following since I was 15 but still) also since I've had these characters for so long and tie into my own life at times I may accidentally go off on some tangents but whatever

strap in folks, this is gonna be a long post

bonomo

2015: aight so I first made this lil dude in september 2015 in a sketchbook after school. didn't think much of him at the time, just a cool character design that kinda stuck around. an ex friend of mine gave him the name bonomo (I suck at naming things) but yes humble beginnings here, literally just a little guy

early 2016: ok so at this point I got attached to the design and wanted to flesh him out more. at first he was just a lil creature with a monitor head, but I wanted to run with that retro computer kind of theme and fully embraced it by making him into a robot

mid/late 2016: alright so here is when the design really started to take shape and tighten up as you can see, from this point not much changes with bonomo as far as the design goes except for just minor art style changes from here. this is where I start building more personality, being rather positive, naive, goofy

2017: here is where I really start knowing the character well and finally get all the kinks out of the design. ended up making him very expressive, taller, softer, rounder, everything past this point is peak bonomo

2018/2019/2020/2021/2022: not much to report at this point his design is pretty much solid from here

nova

early 2016: so here I first wanted to make a simple persona/self insert kinda thing and made this rough unnamed loose design of a lil alien creature, as you can see I cannot decide on a color palette to save my life

mid/late 2016: got a name for them and started calling them nova, and I finally picked a goddamn color palette and basic outfit design about damn time. at this point they went from being just a nameless self insert persona concept to be their own character instead

2017: same with bonomo, this is where I feel like I got a good solid design for them, and all of their major design has stayed the same from here on out. I also brought back/revived some elements from their very first designs in 2016 as a design for their younger self for backstory purposes, but this is still a bit rough and I put it on the back burner to shape up their current design and story before tackling their backstory

2018: not much change here except I feel my art has gotten much better at this point lol

2019/2020: at this point I have bonomo and nova's personality, design, dynamic, and story rough ideas down pretty solid so I work more on nova's past and backstory more and have nailed down the design for their younger past self

2021/2022: both versions of nova have remained pretty much unchanged from here

early 2016: both bonomo and (at the time unnamed) nova were more of just designs than the characters we know em as today. I started drawing them together around march 2016 just because I thought "oh haha a robot and alien, sci-fi cross over time" without thinking much of it

mid/late 2016: here I find myself drawing the two together more and it's at this point I realize to myself 'oh shit I can do something with this' and started to really flesh out who they are and where they came from and wanted to turn them into full characters instead of just little doodles. here I started experimenting with lore and story ideas, many of which have changed a lot or have been scrapped completely by now. at first I imagined both of them being from space, but ended up scrapping that and having bonomo be native to earth. I also didn't have a full motive for nova to come to earth yet either, but I knew they'd both be on earth at this point just causing trouble. I also was debating making their story much more depressing and even toxic at points for the two of them, even debating having bonomo leaving nova for good at some point, but that just made me sad over time so that quickly was changed

2017: here is both when their main design elements and personality start to take proper shape. I base their personalities off of exaggerated aspects of my own, bonomo being my goofy silly naive geeky half and nova being my feral stubborn paranoid half. I have also started forming the very rough idea of nova's backstory to how they arrived on earth, why they're on earth, how bonomo and nova meet, and their basic every day lives

2018: ok so now that I have their designs, personalities, and daily lives and motivations down, I start working on their actual story and have gotten it pretty solid now (but these are all spoilers so hmm ask for more info later if y'all really want uhhhhhhh)

2019/2020: at this point my art has gone from much more simple and flat color generally to much more rendered and symbolic and distorted and psychedelic, cuz this was after I dropped out of college and was battling some nasty drug addictions at the time which quite literally changed how I see the world to a much more confusing and broken and distorted place, and my art changed to reflect that. it was at this point that I started working more on nova's backstory seriously since it ties into where their story finishes

2021/2022: my art at this point was a lot of self reflection cuz I had a lot of emotions and a lot of personal growth and a lot of change in my life at this point and phew these two were really going through it in my artwork while I figured my shit out. but here we are now!

so yeah uh that's bonomo the prototype robot and nova the ex-space criminal they live in the middle of nowhere new mexico and get up to silly shenanigans and tomfoolery :]

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[ascalonianlightbringer]

In the quasi-conclusion to Gwen's "Order Neophyte" arc, I pointed out that the dialogue suggests it happens back to back with the next arc, but that one isn't actually unlocked for another ten levels. So I headcanon that the scene combines two different conversations that "actually" would happen a few days apart, given those ten levels.

And as a member of the Order of Whispers, Gwen would need to have some kind of cover for her activities and not just run missions 24/7. And she does have to sleep. I can see why the game doesn't go into that kind of minutia, but I imagine it's a thing.

So this post is not a personal story-with-amendments recap, but pure headcanon (ETA: that mostly slides into fic).

In my imagination, Halvora gruffly tells Gwen to get some rest, act normally in Divinity's Reach, and return to the Chantry in exactly three days at such and such an hour for their next mission. Gwen agrees, and she and Tybalt leave the Chantry.

She half-expects to be attacked on the spot again, but they're fine without Demmi's hunters on the loose. I imagine Tybalt stands a bit awkwardly and is like "well ... uh ... thanks. I'm sure it's been a bit rough."

Gwen feels she's handled herself with great aplomb, actually, given the multiple reasons she's had to be upset, and politely says, "Rough? I wouldn't say that, unless I missed something that went wrong." It's not hard to sound anxious as she thinks back. "Did it?"

Tybalt says something to the effect of "No! No! It was great, we did great."

She relaxes, but at that point, she's just going to wait him out to figure out what he's getting at.

"And I really appreciate you wanting to work with me again, especially with me being like this"—he glances at the left paw—"and, well, you know, who I am, and you being you. Can't be easy."

He's not looking at her, clearly uncomfortable about whatever it is he's trying to say, as if he'd like to avoid a difficult subject. Gwen doesn't really know anything about him that he hasn't told her, except the obvious basics, but he's got to know how little information she has on him. And she realizes: he doesn't mean "who I am" so much as "what I am."

A little flatly, she says, "You mean, because you're a Charr and I'm a human."

He gives an uneasy nod.

"An Ascalonian human," she goes on—not aggressively, but not backing down. "You knew that the whole time, didn't you?"

By silent assent, they start making a meandering way towards Lion's Arch, avoiding the most direct route.

"Yeah," he says. "Our mutual friends told me what I needed to know."

They fight off some random skale or something without needing to say much, and as Gwen is cleaning her sword, she says—less urgently than she feels— "I'm curious about what they thought you needed to know."

He hesitates.

She presses, "We're partners, aren't we? It helps to be upfront with each other, unless there's something you're not supposed to tell me. —Oh, I think this is the best place to cross."

They swim across the channel on the way to Lion's Arch, but continue their indirect route, keeping alert for threats or listeners. Gwen is starting to doubt he'll say anything more, until he abruptly says,

"Well, they said you're not a Separatist."

She actually laughs. "True. Separatists are fools and traitors."

She expected him to agree with her. He just seems more uncomfortable than ever.

"But," he goes on, "you don't like my kind."

She stops smiling.

"I didn't expect you to hide it so well, honestly. The Order's been watching you a long time. They said you grew up hungry and without shelter most of the time because your sire and your mother were fighting us in Ascalon. You had your—your sort of fahrar instead."

"My what?" she says politely, welcoming the tangent because she's actually unsettled by him just laying it out like that, even though she asked.

"It's a Charr thing," says Tybalt, and Gwen stiffens. "It's the people you grow up with, who become your warband if everything goes right. But sometimes it doesn't and—anyway. That's not the point. The point is, they said you had a sort of fahrar, growing up, but not enough of one to keep you safe. You hid a lot, but not that you hated the Charr and blamed us for your parents being gone."

"I don't blame you specifically," she says at last, and looks up at him. He seems as absurdly nonthreatening as ever, and it takes all her resolve to keep her hands from fidgeting, or clenching, or something. At last, she lifts her chin. "But they're right. I did blame your people."

She hesitates, not quite willing to risk 'And I still do' to his face. It would be foolish, jeopardizing their tentative partnership and the good will of a friendly superior. And she's torn between the stifled resentment she feels and a certain—well, it's hard to hate Tybalt. She can't, really. But she doesn't think he understands.

"I was surprised to meet someone else with my last name," she says carefully, "because half the family died in the Searing, and most of the rest were killed as they tried to escape the Charr. They'd just been merchants in Ashford before. They weren't soldiers, they weren't threats, and my family only became fighters because your people wouldn't stop hunting us."

She's astonished to hear her voice rise, to hear words freely tripping out of her mouth. With Tybalt, of all people!

"It was our home, too," Tybalt says quietly, "and that was a long time ago."

"It hadn't been your people's home for longer than that," she says, figuring that it doesn't make much difference, now. "And it wasn't such a long time ago that my mother died. She said she was going to bring us home—my sister and me. But we can't ever go back to Ashford, and Kryta will never truly welcome us. I only have a roof over my head in Divinity's Reach because my sister and I have been useful to the Seraph, but it's not home. Nowhere is. Deborah's noble enough not to resent it."

I'm not goes unspoken.

"Well, you could," he says. They can see the entrance to Lion's Arch, and slow down.

"I could what?" says Gwen, calming. She doesn't lose her temper much, and she doesn't like the feeling when she does. She takes a steadying breath, hoping she hasn't obliterated her entire future in the Order.

"Go to Ashford," Tybalt says. "There's a cease-fire now, after all. And we'll see that there's peace between our peoples—like it or not."

"I do want peace," she says earnestly. "It's just—" She straightens, deciding she's betrayed enough weakness for one day. "Anyway, a human mage alone in Ashford? That's just asking for trouble."

He hesitates, then says, "I have to go back to Lion's Arch. It's where I live these days. But I'm not exiled or anything. Technically. If you promise you won't—I don't know, murder anyone, I could take you to Ascalon. You've never actually been there, have you?"

Gwen stares at him. As lovable as he's been, she's still utterly shocked by this.

"No, I haven't," she says. "I always wanted to, but I needed the gate fee money for food, and..."

She's babbling again. Gwen snaps her mouth shut.

"I can pay it," he says. "Oh, you can murder Flame Legion, by the way. Magic 'em to death to your heart's content." He sounds nearly gleeful, in fact. "It'll just make them madder! But you'd better be sure you really want the peace treaty to go through—and that you don't mind fighting ghosts or Separatists."

The ghosts of her people, perhaps her own ancestors. The Separatists—her kin, however foolish and disloyal and vicious.

But seeing Ascalon, at last. It had grown back, people said: the kertch trees, the sunflowers. She could see them, touch them. She could set foot on the same land that her foremothers and forefathers had, back when they were prosperous tradesfolk instead of starving beggars on the streets or desperate soldiers in Ebonhawke.

"You don't have to go see it," he adds. "Maybe you'd rather pray or something."

Gwen actually laughs again.

"You can believe this," she says. "I don't hate you at all, Tybalt. I'd be glad to see Ashford with you."

He claps her on the shoulder with his good paw, and her knees nearly buckle.

"Good to hear," he says. "I don't hate you either, Gwen. Tomorrow it is. Meet you in the Trader's Forum?"

"I'll be there," says Gwen.

#t: greetings friend #h: everyone has a secret #long post #f: lightbringers of the order of whispers #c: gwen velazquez #c: tybalt leftpaw #espionage brotp!

[hopeymchope]

Okay okay, I have a theory for her wearing a diaper: Maybe it's the way Monokuma belittling her. Like "you are as useless as a baby, so take this diaper and stfu".

And yeah!!! THAT is what I want to talk about!! I saw some askers in your blog, as well as you complain about how class has treated Mikan which I agree so much!! But I'd like to point out that the class also shut their eyes to Monomi's abuse just like how they did with Mikan's. Monokuma beat her up and mocked her front of the students whenever he can! But despite everything, Monomi is still caring about the students! At the first time she realised that Monokuma was in the island as well, she went to confront him and when Monokuma brings the Mono - bots, she tries to battle them, even if she failed to do so.

Than later, she continues to fight with Mono - bots to help to students. Like, she is the reason why the students could discover rest of the island, and students either ignore her, or get rude to her. Like why???! She is as much a victim as the other students, if not more!! But of course, what can you expect from the class who ignored Mikan's abuse until she snaps?.. I swear it's like a pattern for them.

Note: This is a direct follow-up to this previous ask.

RE: The diaper, I know it makes sense in-universe, but I was more wanting an explanation for why the DR team put her in a diaper. Are they thinking "Oh, this is something associated with a baby and therefore it is cute"? Because that is absolutely NOT my reaction. I realize this is probably a personal bias/hang-up, but I just... do not react well to seeing a wee child walking around in only a diaper and no other clothes. Especially not when they're indoors, in a business of some kind like a restaurant or museum or whatever. For some reason, my immediate reaction to that scenario is "EW, GROSS." Never am I ever thinking "Oh cute, that kid is just in a diaper." I am instead thinking about the fact that nobody bothered to cloth that human who is only wearing something that helps them wallow in their own waste. And I'm grossed out by that. ........... Maybe I just have issues, but THAT'S where my mind goes when I look at Monomi's design. "Nothin' but a diaper. Just a fucked-up rabbit that's probably ensconced in its own feces."

(Can Monomi not remove the diaper? She obviously didn't wear or need one as Usami. Is it permanently bolted onto her person by Monokuma or something?)

.......................BUT ANYWAAAAY, that's just a side tangent to the greater Monomi issue you've spoken about: The class' treatment of her.

I kind of understand that Class 77-B feels like they don't know if they can trust the weird robot animal (well... it appears to be a robot to them, at the time) that's running around, because who is really controlling it? Wasn't this robot the same one who took us this island without us asking??? Even if it's NOT in league with the one who is demanding a killing game, why should we trust the one that dragged us to a remote island without our permission??

But at the same time... they obviously don't JUST distrust her for that reason. Characters regularly suspect her of being in league with Monokuma, even though it's plainly obvious to everyone that she's being beaten up, tied up, forcibly shut up, AND she never does anything aggressive or mean towards them (despite obviously living among them and speaks directly with them frequently). And she appeared very confused/shocked when Monokuma first showed up and immediately tried to fight him. And SO ON.

I get that they're in a scenario where trust isn't an easy thing to just hand over. I also understand that she's not even really human, and her capacity to "feel" is probably unclear to them... like, is she just *acting* when she shows these emotions? Is that a programmed response? Or what? And ok, she's somehow weirdly able to open up these islands, but how can little robot do that shit against those beasts? And why does it always just lead to more places Monokuma has corrupted, with even more potential murder motives? Etc ec.

But I'm making a ton of excuses for the fact that it feels dumb the way they keep on suspecting her all the way up until she gets Tetris'd to hell and back. I could make additional excuses, even, based on the specific characters who are most hostile to her! But... it just... never feels right to me. There's even lip service paid to how she "even looks like him," which is something that is LITERALLY DONE RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM AGAINST USAMI'S WILL, so like, that's an absolutely shit reason to be such a hater. Shut up. :P

Somehow, their treatment of Monomi is simultaneously both more and less logical than how they treat Tsumiki.

#dr2 spoilers #asks #monomi #usami #danganronpa #class 77-b

[sunderedazem]

5 and 6 + Corrain for the OC asks

OH Thank u for the ask!!! (I am sorry ahead of time i went on a Long-Ass Tangent-) 5. What kind of clothes is your oc most comfortable wearing?

So, this varies, actually, based off when in his story he is!

Pre-Vitiate/Ch2 Class Story ending - He usually prefers soft (but not silky or too-smooth) fabrics and light, swishy clothing, in neutral earth tones. Loose is better for the most part, though he'll wrap up any swishy sleeves well above the wrist area so there's no accidental Lightsaber Accidents. Basically he's most comfortable in the traditional Jedi robes he's grown up wearing, as long as the fabric is soft - or anything similar in design. Also, since he mainlines the acrobatic Form IV in battle at this point, the lighter his gear and clothes overall, the better.

Post Vitiate Trauma/Ch2 Class Story ending - Armor or heavy leather/armorweave/similar-material clothing, mostly in darker colors. He still likes soft fabrics, and he still uses Form IV a lot, but after THAT...he wants to feel protected, all the time. Form-fitting clothing is best for him now, (soft, cottony internal textures are nice, no silky/satiny feel), and heavier boots and gloves are appreciated too. Lightweight armor worn tight is also a bonus - keeps him from feeling like he's coming apart. It helps that by this point he's not quite so reliant on Ataru form, and leans more into Form VII, Juyo (the dark version of Mace Windu's Vaapad).

KOTET/KOTFE and beyond - Kind of a nice middleground between the two! He's still picky about cloth textures, but he likes both flowing extra fabric and more form-fitting innerwear, sometimes combined with armor. He's far more fluid in switching around his lightsaber combat forms, and he's learned that he likes the obscuring factor of flowy sleeves or capes or skirts or robes or etc, but he still wants something heavier sitting close to his skin. The weight can be comforting for him.

Throughout all of this, however, I realize I am talking about his clothing *function* and *texture* and not style skjdfhakjsdh so- he's ALWAYS most comfy in practical clothes. His definition of practical just shifts from "Jedi Streetwear" to "Combat-Ready Right Fkkn Now" around the Vitiate Time.

6. What kind of clothes is your oc least comfortable wearing?

Easy. Anything that makes him look even the slightest bit attractive. If he thinks he Looks Kind Of Nice in the mirror, he goes cherry-red and flustered and wants it Off. Formalwear, casual non-Jedi streetwear, exercise gear, pajamas - nothing is spared. Boy is self-conscious to the extreme, and ALSO has the terrible perfectionist complex where he physically cannot comprehend the idea that he Doesn't Have To Be Doing Something Useful. So if he's wearing something that he can't be Ready to Go in under two minutes in, he's uncomfortable. Looking Nice is for downtime and he can't afford downtime so.../pats him/

Also, to the material side of things - satin/silky textures will murder him in cold blood, he swears it. He hates those even over the quintessential itchy woolen texture (yes i'm projecting SUE ME) and will probably throw a tantrum (or just pout) when he eventually has to wear Nice Things including that texture

Thank you for the ask!!! Sorry it got so long, lmao....all over clothing choices....i may have a Problem (one idiot jedi knight OC)

#jedi knight #jedi knight oc #corrain #davi answers! #i gave him my cloth-texture preferences oops #moonrise legacy