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sonofthesaiyans · 2 years

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All of my grievances regarding Sasha....

Buckle down. This is gonna hurt.....

I am going to do my best to list off EVERYTHING that I take issue with in how Sasha Braus, our beloved potato girl and one of AOT’s most iconic characters, was horrifically misused by the bastard who callously tossed her from the story at the start of season four, the timeskip season that covers the final miserable 48 chapters of the manga.

Every major and minor offense, I’m gonna try to unload here. Let’s get this over with.

* The fact Sasha returns a year after the events of the Shiganshina battle in the manga, a battle in which she was already severely injured to the point of unconsciousness and her probable death heavily teased before we came down to the infamous Armin vs. Erwin scene.

* The fact that Sasha’s redesign post-timeskip, in my opinion, did no translate well to the anime. I didn’t mind it at first, but for some reason, it just doesn’t quite feel like the girl we knew from the first three seasons.

* The fact that Megan Shipman replaces Ashly Burch, and in my opinion makes Sasha sound YOUNGER and lacks the charm Ashly gave to her character. It is a blessing in disguise though as I would’ve been furious if Ashly Burch had to record for this season. There’s only one actress fit to play Sasha, and that’s Ashly.

* The fact that up to now Sasha’s relationships with both Eren and Mikasa are so badly underdeveloped that their reaction to her demise feels entirely one-dimensional and simply doesn’t follow up naturally upon what had previously been established among them.

* Sasha as a sniper; it might make sense since she is skilled with a bow and arrow, but at the same time it just doesn’t look “right” on her, that bandolier and that gun. The whole concept of it feels off.

* The fact that we NEVER ONCE saw her slay a Titan. You know, the original threat presented by a series called ATTACK ON TITAN?

* The fact that she died in that black Survey Corps uniform, which is apparently her eternal attire in the afterlife, once again this feels very wrong, especially since that outfit came to be associated exclusively with the Yeagerists almost immediately after this battle.

* The fact that she DID NOT HAVE A BREASTPLATE when everybody sans Levi did. There is literally NO valid reason for why she lacked one, and so it is clear that this was a deliberately manufactured plot hole Isayama put in place that he hoped nobody would dwell too much on.

* The contrivance of the same fucking kid she gazed upon just a short time earlier just HAPPENS to be the one to shoot her barely an hour after the fact.

* The fact that she died because nobody made any effort to secure the blimp or to man the freaking gun by the door.

* Watching her expire in her own blood, to the point that it was flowing from her mouth. For me, the single most horrific, traumatizing, and downright OFFENSIVE scene in the entire series.

* The fact that her final word was “Meat”. Even here, Isayama refused to allow her to grow beyond her most famous quirk.

* Her STARE. Her lifeless, unresponsive stare. I can’t fucking stand to see that!

* The fact that a GODDAMNED KID was the one to take her down. A massively inappropriate fate for such a great character, and for Sasha it feels especially wrong that a fucking bullet did her in. And that if she had to die, she didn’t go down in any more noble circumstances. It’s such a goddamned cheap sendoff.

* The fact that the character who replaced her just happened to have the exact same skill set, and was so obnoxiously overpowered and untouchable through the whole of the remaining chapters. There is nothing Gabi did that Sasha could not have done.

* Everything flashing back to her in “Brave Volunteers”, just to remind us that yes, Isayama finally did what he was talked out of back in season two, when he should have left well enough alone.

* The fact that her entire presence in S4 from that point on is a few scant flashbacks.

* Seeing her fucking headstone. This was the one thing I BEGGED AND PRAYED I’d never fucking see. The one thing, people. The ONE THING.

* The fact that we NEVER got to see her with her mother or her adoptive siblings, and that we NEVER got any time seeing her spend time with Kaya as her big sister.

* The fact that they invented a boyfriend for her, Niccolo, strictly as a plot device for her killer, Gabi. I will say it again, ONE flashback does NOT constitute a relationship! I am firmly against any idea of NicoSasha, especially given what Niccolo was involved with even after he fell in love with Sasha.

* The fact that Jean and Connie have such muted reactions to her end. Her best friends cared nothing for her! Connie never once sought revenger against her killer, saying “I understand it was an act of war”. You know any individual who would react so passively to a loved one being killed like this?

* The fact that Isayama used EVERY opportunity to make out Gabi as a wounded party instead of the killer that she is, and that absolutely no justice is EVER sought out for Sasha by the majority of those who supposedly loved her. Everyone takes pity on Gabi, who made the choice to go on a killing spree on her own accord. Nobody ever considers Sasha’s side or her own suffering in any of this.

* The fact that MAPPA’s animation made for a disturbing level of resemblance between Sasha and Gabi. Pre-Timeskip!Sasha has no such resemblance to the little bastard, but there are moments in season four which they made them look too much alike, and that’s absolutely offensive. And unfortunately the parallels get worse....

* The fact that Kaya, Niccolo, and her own parents SPARED HER KILLER just because of her age, even HUGGING Gabi instead of seeing she was held fully responsible for the death of a loved one. Gabi is not their family, but she took away one of their own, and we’re supposed to buy this notion that they spared Gabi because “it’s what Sasha would have wanted”, something that has NEVER been stated onscreen but instead is a sentiment peddled solely by Gabi’s defenders? In reality, few would ever be so forgiving towards one who murdered one of their own family. And they milk that “children of the forest” bullshit for all its worth once again to disguise their incessant need to keep Gabi in the picture.

* THIS SCENE

.....I was absolutely seething with rage when this came out, and again when it was rerun just this week on Toonami. To show Sasha in her former glory all while comparing her to her own killer, the context of this scene is enormously offensive and a serious insult to a character much nobler than Gabi Braun EVER was.

* Every flashback going back to Sasha’s demise. They are fewer and less graphic in the anime but no less upsetting to be forced to recall such an undeserved death scene that in the end, was NOT earned by a story that was already straying too far from what it was.

* The fact that Connie and Armin actually dined with Gabi and Falco, again......THEY OWE NOTHING TO HER, and they have no problem eating with the murderers of their comrades, including Annie? Just who’s side are they truly on?

* The fact that Gabi NEVER apologized verbally for Sasha or asked anything further about her or made any further reference to Sasha after she was forgiven. I’m expected to believe she regrets what she stole from Sasha when she never even mustered so much as an “I’m sorry” at any point? I’m expected to believe she sympathizes for Sasha herself?

* Hearing that bastard Griez badmouth Sasha right in front of Niccolo and her friends and family. As much as I appreciated Yelena blowing his brains out, it’s another one of those scenes we absolutely did not need. Like I said, you do not dare insult Sasha in such a manner, not even if you’re Hajime Isayama.

* Seeing Sasha anywhere near Marley. Who the hell put her up to that? Why was there any need for her or her friends to be anywhere behind enemy lines, on the side where they were all targets for murder? Sasha and her crew had absolutely no cause to be infiltrating enemy territory in disguise. More disturbingly, we have no confirmation that Sasha ever saw her home again in the time Eren vanished. Was her first trip to Marley the last she ever saw of Paradis? The fact that she met her demise away from her home......

* The fact that Connie was spared over her when he contributed absolutely NOTHING to the plot. Without Sasha, his character and what little semblance of a plot he had were dead in the water, deader than Floch. Sasha was the one who wore the pants in that duo, and without her he was nothing. Why was he the one spared?

* The fact everything above was used to push GABI BRAUN forward. Sasha was literally used as a plot device for Gabi. Her friends, her family, her NOT boyfriend, her best friend, all became tools to push Gabi forward. And that makes for one of the most contrived and tasteless subplots I’ve ever seen, and not the so called “redemption arc” Gabi’s foolish defenders tout it as.

* The fact that nothing ever came of Gabi’s survival or so-called redemption, she left the story the same as she entered it, rewarded for her crimes, living the life she stole from Sasha, she sure doesn’t seem bothered or sad for her part in having accelerated the global apocalypse. Never once paid her respects to the person who might have embraced her under different circumstances.

* Seeing Sasha in the afterlife, which is the last place she should be in this story. Her final smile does NOTHING to alleviate the grief that came with her demise and we don’t know what became of anybody residing in the paths with the final destruction of the Titans or Eren’s death. We don’t know! The fact that she was the only character in the main troupe to wind up here makes her end feel that much more unjustified and unfair.

* The fact that Gabi’s fans are some of the most obnoxious fans in the entire fanbase, relentlessly placing Gabi on a pedestal with the worst onces insulting those who adored Sasha and are bitter that we were forced to watch Gabi in Sasha’s place. And more recently, the fact that certain fans who identify as Sasha fans unironically defend Gabi.

* The fact that we can’t look up anything of Sasha without constant reminders of Assassin’s Bullet, Gabi fans got their way from start to finish no matter what but Sasha fans can’t casually enjoy Sasha anymore without this recurring dilemma. Maybe some of you are slow to realize but we don’t wanna see the scenes of Sasha bleeding to death.

* The fact that Sasha I swear was the only character hit with a “MAJOR DEATH INCOMING” announcement ahead of her demise. I don’t think any other character got hit with that during the course of the manga’s monthly releases. And I challenge you to prove me wrong.

* The fact that her death was referenced in The Rumbling intro for season four, something I did NOT want to happen.

* The fact that the enormous untapped potential with Sasha was never fully exploited but Isayama pulled all the stops to force a newbie character in her place who suddenly was the game changer of everything that happened in the story. Sasha was killed off for one of the most forced side characters in the story, one who is a blatant Eren clone who happens to bear unsettling resemblance to Timeskip!Sasha.

* The fact that Isayama never once expressed any sympathy or regret for how callously Sasha was tossed aside and how the fandom just carried on without a second thought, even now with the knowledge of the manga’s badly received finale.

And to that I can only say that Isayama and Gabi’s worst and most fanatical fans, to that I say...

I can’t stress enough how much this has bothered me and that every single solitary aspect of how this was handled, the fact that it was put into motion at all, makes me sick to my stomach and has made me bitter and angry when I should have no such feelings. Not a day goes by where I don’t think of this, and no work of fiction is worth that kind of torture. In the end none of it served a purpose, none of it accomplished anything, getting rid of Sasha only served to take down Attack on Titan and I am adamant that if all of this were to go away, we’d have had a much more watchable timeskip and that much less bullshit going on against the backdrop of the Rumbling for it. But because of all this, I no longer gave a shit about the story. Attack on Titan makes me feel angry, it makes me feel disrespected, and it makes me feel betrayed.

I hate Assassin’s Bullet, I hate the fans who defend it and nothing would make me happier than to see it written out of existence and banned. I still see very valid cause to have the timeskip made noncanon due to the failures of the ending.

Attack on Titan suffered with the loss of Sasha. And in the end the price paid was simply NOT worth it. Sasha deserved better. And I’m not soon about to get over it.

The eight words I wish to one day extend to Isayama in person:

There is no Attack on Titan without Sasha.

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jsabfreshnewbeginningsau · 1 year

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ay, what's up, mod Panic is back from the grave once again. and im doing something. possibly stupid.

i redesigned ALL my old jsab designs in my new style [or at least thought of the redesigns], and i wanted to use em somewhere, so i thought. why not here?

just know. if some of my old ocs are here, they won't have as important roles. i could never let go of cherry, the character that made my old blog a thing, to begin with, but i don't exactly want it to be as centered around ocs as it was when i first made the old blog. it was. sorta hard for me to keep up with, after a while. so yeah, ocs might be involved, but much less so.

Rules and stuff

~ no nsfw [dont simp for the circle bastard please]

~ make sure M!As are allowed before you try to make em happen. if you don't, sorry, it might be ignored

~ RPs are pretty much always allowed, but keep in mind that i do, in fact, have a life outside of tumblr, and may not always be up for it

~ restating this, keep in mind that i have a life outside of tumblr. please know it's not a huge deal if i don't respond to RPs or asks, right away. i probably just forgot about it and will respond when i get the chance

~ occasionally, i may not respond to an ask, at all. this could be for a number of reasons, but honestly, it'll most often be because i won't know how to answer it. if your ask gets completely ignored, just keep in mind, it isn't your fault, it's probably because my one braincell wasn't doing its job

~ don't be mean. there's a difference between constructive criticism, and just plain out telling me i suck. if you hate the characters i make or the way i write these characters, just. leave. like?? fr, if you don't like me, nothing is stopping you from blocking me lmao

alright, that's really all i could think of, see you doofuses on the flipside ~ mod Panic

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plaguelily-art · 1 year

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I posted 16 times in 2022

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I tagged 16 of my posts in 2022

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#if someone asks me to draw something sexy i end up too embarrassed to put my vast knowledge of silly outfits to any use

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I needed a break from my other WIPs, and I had recently (finally) come up with a design for Malon as she appears in my Sky Pirates story, so I figured a nice little concept art would offer me a good break. This is also how Link will appear in Sky Pirates, although I've had his design for quite a while now. Still not sure about some of the color palettes, so those might change as I continue to refine things, but overall I'm really happy with how my project is coming along, even if the progress is a bit all over the place. I also tried out something new for the hair shading, although I'm not...sure how keen I am about it yet, although it is easier than what I have been doing. I'm also not sure if I'll stick with adding stylistic halftones to the shadows yet or not, but they are fun to add in. My weird semi-hiatus will continue, as this continues to be the busiest part of the year for me.

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2022, Summer-Fall Digital (Adobe Photoshop) Redesigns, AU iterations, and the Sky Pirates story belong to me. Link and Malon are characters from the Legend of Zelda series, and belong to Nintendo. Artwork belongs to me.

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13 notes - Posted October 5, 2022

I completely forgot to post this yesterday because I was still recovering from a medical test and literally just, spaced posting art. Anyhow, my Christmas gift for @therebedraws of her DnD OC Aldrynn, who is a spectacular bastard (affectionate) in both the campaign of her's I'm playing in and in her other campaigns. He ended up being a mix of fun to draw and somewhat challenging due to character design and "wearing a sexy outfit" as a prompt. I rarely use oranges as main colors in art, so this ended up being a really challenging and interesting piece all in all, and I had a lot of fun!

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2021, Winter (End of Year) Digital (Adobe Photoshop) Aldrynn belongs to @therebedraws. Artwork belongs to me.

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14 notes - Posted January 13, 2022

I will be posting on the correct day next week, I just got my days all mixed up again. The final Christmas art, this one for my friend Midori of Annmarie from her webcomic The Search for Henry Jekyll . The Search for Henry Jekyll is coming to an end soon, so when I was given free reign to draw whatever I liked, I wanted to draw one of my favorite characters. The story's really fun, and while I'm sad to see it come to an end I'm also excited to see how the final arc will play out, I would highly recommend reading for those who enjoy suspense and drama mixed with homage to a beloved classic.

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2021, Winter (End of Year) Digital (Adobe Photoshop) Annmarie Sing belongs to @midorilied Artwork belongs to me.

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24 notes - Posted January 20, 2022

This was originally an old sketch from 2019, but I felt like trying to ink and color it digitally to see how that would come along. I remember sketching without a reference, hence the outfits being just whatever I could remember to draw instead of the in-game armor. I have a lot of ideas for other artworks and haven't had a chance to draw these two recently, so it was nice to complete an artwork of them again!

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2022, Winter (Beginning of Year) Digital (Adobe Photoshop) Dedue and Ashe are characters from the Fire Emblem series, and belongs to Intelligent Systems. Artwork belongs to me.

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49 notes - Posted January 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I have been working on this for...over a month. Which isn't actually that long for this type of illustration, but I do not want to try and emulate the "Skyward Sword official art textured shading" again, not for another year at least (it crashed Photoshop like, five times). I'm not even sure the shading is good, I've been looking at this for too long. I drew the knotted border by hand, but that was somehow easier than dealing with the shadows and highlights. Anyhow! I loved Triangle Strategy, and I loved these two especially. The writers did a good job convincing me Serenoa and Frederica fell deeply in love over the course of the story, and it was just, such a soft and sweet romance. I love the way they love each other. Originally wasn't planning to make this a dancing pose, but that's how the sketch eventually worked out, and I'm happy regardless. At this point I think the "intimate forehead touch" is just my go-to for soft romantic art, not that I'm complaining.

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2022, Spring Digital (Adobe Photoshop) Serenoa and Frederica are characters from Triangle Strategy, and belong to Square Enix. Artwork belongs to me.

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bookio · 2 years

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Come and involve me, you bastard (1997) by Stefan Ekberg

Martin och Jocke are two best friends, both grew up with similar childhoods of neglectful parents. Now they're 26 and struggles to have enough money for food and rent. They spends their time trying out different scams to collect minor sums of cash - such as fake subscription services through letters (this was back when you could send money through mail) and fake charities. Even though they have the creative skills to sell trash through phone or door-to-door, the money is never enough. Even if they successfully get a bit of money, they instantly spend it on material for the next scam.

Martin, the MC and the most educated of them two, is not entirely against taking regular jobs. For the first half of the book he works as a coffee machine maintenance worker, where he mostly spends his time in an empty office waiting to be called, to then drive around and fix machines at different companies. Every day he bothers his boss about getting an upgraded workposition, and eventually lands the job as a seller, but in another town. He feels that this is an opportunity to finally get rich so he leaves Jocke behind and moves there.

There's a quick subplot in this segment, where Martin's alcholic father resurfaces and wants to have contact after spent 2 years in rehab. Dad's crying and telling his sob story to a numb Martin, who's silently reminiscing how his father used to physical abuse him. He's not going to forgive him but instead sees a chance to ask for money. His dad, desperate for forgiveness, gives him 15 000 SEK just like that, which Martin uses to drive all the way to the new city, and rent a room at a woman's villa.

Through long distance, Jocke suggest they still try to make some scam money together, in case Martin's new job doesn't work out. They come up with the idea of making a dirty book (not to be confused with erotica) as their next gig. So the plan is: Martin is to steal already written stories from dirty magazines (but change the characters names), and Jocke is to draw silhouettes based on the photos of the adult workers from said magazine. Then send the mix to a printing company, order about 10 000 copies and sell them to different local book stores and kiosks. Jocke manage to contact serval stores, and there's definitely an interest but Martin never finds time to put 100% effort into it. Instead he tries to write his own dirty stories, while driving around trying to sell coffee machines. His stories are based on women he has shallow encounters with or see randomly on the street. It's quite creepy tbh. Like fanfiction.

We get to witness Martin's coffee machine selling skills at various companies, and it's quite obvious the product is not very attractive. The businesses in this town are too small to be in need of such big complicated machines in their lunch rooms.

After weeks of running around trying to sell, Martin goes to a bank to collect his monthly pay, only to discover - there is none! His boss says (on the phone?) that this position is a comissioned job, he has to sell at least ONE machine to be accessed payment.

Desperate and scared of going broke, he successfully gets a quick buck lifting boxes onto a ship at the nearby harbor. He brags to Jocke that this might be his new job, instead of selling machines. But the harbor never needs his services again after that. He however finds a new money opportunity with his landlord. She aims to redesign the place for a future Bed & Breakfast and smalltalks with him about it, saying it will cost 17 000 SEK to hire people to complete this transformation. He offers to help and she cooks lunch for them both, unknowingly that she'll now be included in his dirty stories.

He takes the liberty to fix and set up the wallpaper in every room of the house when she's not home (without asking), bragging to Jocke on the phone about how he'll soon have 17 000 SEK in his pocket. After he's done, it takes a couple days before their schedule opens up for him and the landlady to actually cross paths again (he still trying to sell machines) and when they do meet, she's insanely grateful. She hugs him and will prepare a huge dinner for them, making Martin think that he might be okay to even get into a relationship with this woman, to live there rent free and earn money with her future bed & breakfast.

But all of this daydreaming immediately shatters when she exclaims "Thanks to you i saved 17 000 SEK!". He quickly realizes that she never intended to pay him (she didn't even ask him to help tbh). To save his pride, he tries to hint that he wants something sexual as thanks, like his "fanfiction" about her. But his attempts are futile as she has no interest for him in that way. The only physical contact he gets is a sympathetic comforting pat on the cheek (face).

Jocke calls and tries to get Martin to move back home again, mostly because he's lonely but also because it's hard scamming without his wingman. So with his last money, Martin says "fuck it" and buys a wholesale stock of shady candles whose packaging says 100% stearic candle wax, but is actually made of cheap paraffin. He drives all the way home, leaving the town of oppurtunities behind.

Even though i didn't like Martin's personality, i did find it entertaining to read how his character was motivated to constantly get into all these strange situations in hunt for financial freedom. But he would always end up making bad decisions - everytime something went well for him, like getting a large sum of money from any of the scams, he didn't save any of it! Instead he'd spend it on the next idea and next, even if it was obviously something that wouldn't actually profit.

It was exciting following the different ways they tried getting money, things that wouldn't work today! Like mailing letters to gas stations lying that the machine ate their money and get easily comped for it. Or pretending to be a charity caller on the phone, and give them his own bank account number for transactions. The guys even installed serval gumball machines around town, which they spent way too much money fixing up, transport and refill, only to suffer big financial loss on it.

I didn't mention it before, but one of the creepiest things with Martin beside writing dirty stories about women he just met, is throughout the book, he stalks his high school sweetheart. He uses an old shirt she once wore (she forgot it at his parents place once) to masturbate - which means, everytime he moved, the shirt got brought with? Ew! Not only that, she was 16 when they hung out. That was 10 years ago! This 26 year man sniffing a then 16 year old's shirt is really.. vile! He even makes time in his schedule to drive up to her house, where she now as an adult lives with her husband and child. He has a specific bush that he crawls into to watch their windows and spy on them. Even calling their phone only to hang up as soon as someone answers. Martin dreams of "saving" her from that "boring normal life", which is craaazy because he has literally nothing to offer in exchange. It's too disturbing to think about.

Also, because of Martin's pent-up frustration of being used as free laborer, he sometimes enter a.. what he calls, "therapy mode", where he finds a silent place (often his car) and imagine himself going batshit crazy on people he has anger towards. This is not something neccessarily bad, since he's not actually doing anything, and i just know sometimes people find it stress-releasing to think of such things in a way to calm the mind down and stay professional. But since Martin is the MC, we the reader get to experience his "therapy modes" and it's really disturbing. Killing, r*pe threats, murder, torture, shootings etc

This story is kinda like a tragic portrait of man who keeps going around in circles without result, even though he really really wants to grow. It reminds me of Sisyphus, that guy who pushes a rock up a hill only for it to roll down again so he has to push it back up again and again. Eager to get the boulder up the top without looking for other solutions something idk. So even if the MC makes me uncomfortable, it was an interesting read. I really liked the dynamic of his best friend, another third guy joins them later on and they just seem wholesome together, pulling out the best of each other. Like the guys encourage him to stop stalking the high school sweetheart and even try to make him see that the coffee boss is taking advantage of him and so on. 3/5 stars

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Occupation: Influencer. How to make a career online! (2018) by Linda Hörnfeldt

Not really a how-to book despite what the title claims. Instead it feels like a obscure 3 step work instruction manual for a new job? The intro goes into how influencer came to be on the Swedish market but then quickly goes to how important it is to build a brand so you can make money out of it. The first part is to find a nisch, or a theme for yourself. Try to stick out among all the rest, find a 'purpose' for your social media presence. They remind you that influencers can make millionss~

Second part of the book is how to connect to your audience. They want you to be personal, share your life to feel relatable. "Erase the borders between private life and worklife." (p. 61). Sell yourself through attending events, invite yourself to podcasts, commercialize yourself like the newest item. They encourage you to show your face (was this before vtubers?), claiming "Selfies get the most likes, and the youtubers who choose to look people in the eye grows the fastes." (p 76). Post or create drama to keep people intrigued and wanting to return for more updates.

The third part is heavy about collecting that sweet sweet money when grown yourself an audience. Sell ads, create products, offer web classes, hold free seminars to keep your relevance. Hold contests, giveaways and "like" lotteries for your followers. Everytime you travel, make it into a business opportunity by creating a series, like "Five best restaurants in London" or something. The furthur you go into this book, the crazier it gets. If you decide to change something with your social media or stop something, you have to tell your audience and update them about your "friendship" (p. 74) and let them take action or have an opinion about your new deal, or give the ultimatum to break up. Huh??

So make yourself a relatable person, start accepting sponsors and ads. Sell sell sell, win win win. Become a living walking ad board. At the end they lists how your social media should look like at the end of the day. Blog should have display ads. Your instagram should also have display ads, shout-outs and collabs. You should attend Podcasts and Events to sponsor yourself. You should create products for people to consume, like books, web seminars, podcasts etc. If you have a youtube, you should have sponsors and commercial ads, even in the description. That's.. INSANE.

It's also scary that the book doesn't mention the possible risks and negative impacts of this profession. Only be positive (even drama has to be spun around to make yourself look positive). Ignore haters, block them. Popularity is apparently good no matter the shape? The end disturbingly lists 3 pages full of rules for their company if you ever feel like joining. Like reading a brochure for a new workplace with suspicious malice intentions. 1/5 stars

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skullndaisy · 2 years

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>> I would just consider this "returning the favor."

A lil poster-drawing whatever thing for that AU idea I had, because po3 with a gun is my brain rot atm, and to counter it I needed to draw Leshy but with a spear. Ngl reeeeeeeeeaally tempted to do a mini-comic with the concept I had in mind, just for the beginning I had in mind.

But also, I wanted to make a short animatic thing for something completely unrelated. Who knows, depends on how I feel. I don't have a lot of time on my hands these days.

Likes and reblogs are always appreciated, friends!!

<<Please click for quality>>

Full-body designs below the cut, if you wanna see that lol~

boo. get spook.

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funkinmadnesss · 2 years

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Hello gamers i totally forgot these guys were sitting in my drafts, and since im gonna work on designs, might as well post them for Content jNKVFD

Behold! My fnaf ocs but glamrock <3 these babs are pretty much as old the first game, i just redesigned them a bit. It was so nice drawing them again <3

More about them under the cut: (Very long. so. heads up jndfk)

From left to right you have: Leon, Shepard, Finnick, and Saber!

They work at a Iceskating and rollerskating rink, named Saber's stellar Skating rink! (iceskating is seasonal) that is kind of a sister location to the pizzaplex (by that i mean its not built into the main building, but is instead a separate next to it connected by a big hallway!)

Saber: Sabertooth tiger, She/her. Shes very sweet and kind, And Very energetic. Her main job is to teach skating lessons, and watch over the rink! She'll also sometimes go skating with the kids, Especially Kids who are too nervous to do it alone.

Finnick: Fennec fox, He/him. Very laid back and chill. He Helps Saber with lessons and also manages the songs that play throughout the rink. He usually stays in the DJ booth, Just watching saber play with the kids. occasionally though he will go skating with her (Mainly after hours but sometimes during the day if she drags him to the rink lovingly jNKJFD)

Leon: Lion, Any/all. Very closed off animatronic when shes not doing shows. She Only really opens up after hours when hes alone with the gang. They mainly does birthday magic shows with shepard (much to her dismay/j) and they sometimes watch the rink with Saber (Mainly because He's alot better at enforcing rink safety rules. Saber is sometimes too nice)

Shepard: German shepard, He/they. An absolute chaotic bastard. Master at annoying Leon. Hes Leons assistant, but when he's not doing shows he's just causing trouble in the rink/hj. They're usually the one getting yelled at my Leon, because They're "a bad influence on the kids". Though Once a parent complains he usally tones it down a bit.

Theyre all have built in roller and iceskates, after to flip either or out when needed (like wheelies JNKJVFD). Leon and shepard how ever are slightly different. since they're magician bots, Leon has built in capsules, opening on her palm and forearm. She has 3 capsules in each arm. One filled with handkerchiefs, one filled with conffeti and one filled with flammable fluid. the capsules spin around in his arm so he can swich between what comes out of his palms. This has malfunctioned before, in which she accidently set decorations on fire, which is why she goes through a small check up after each show.

Shepard, on the otherhand, has. what can pnly be desribed as Bluetooth body parts jNKVF each of his limbs have their own separate battery, and a signal that leads back to his 'brain'. so if one of his limbs get taken off, he can still move it and such. this is usually for their normal magic show act but sometimes he uses this just so scare kids (especially after one of them accidently rip off like, his tail or arm)

despite being a sister location, they work on completely different systems than the glamrocks, and most importantly, have complete different staff from the pizzaplex. The owner of the place simply has it associated with fazbears because clout/hj So game-lore wise? these bitches sleepin absolutely clueless of whats happening next door jkNKVFD.

also incase anyone was currious this is their head security guard, Ren

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf security breach #security breach #fnaf oc #security breach oc #rufioarts #rufioocs #THIS POST IS SO LONG SOBS #i have alot to say about my oldest children <3 #i was not joking when i said theyre as old as the first game #if anyone ever manages to find my old deviantart you infact #can find their first deisgns #them and all the content over this is very old and Very embarrassing for both our sakes dont go searching jNKJVFD

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opera25 · 3 years

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Ok so hello, I've decided to ask now because i Definitely won't remember later, but your OCs look Really Cool! I like their design :)

If you want to, learning peoples stories for their ocs is Very nice, so if ya feel like infodumpin about theirs that'd be neat to read 👍

Oh wow I didn't know anyone would be interested in my ocs since I'm a fanartist. I'd like to warn you though! I'm a terrible writer and these ocs were made like 4-5 years ago? I completely redesigned their looks, of course, but the story is still messy and not at all polished. Maybe I'll do a revamp one day but,, not today,, since I don't know how... so uh bare with me please!!

(honestly I'm having a headache trying to remember thinfs)

Dark themes, violence, ghosts belief, and inaccurate representation of buddhist monk ahead!

The story is set in a quarantined dystopian state of Thailand where there is much more deaths than there is births. Spirits, ghosts and dark magic(ไสยศาสตร์ มนต์ดำ) are all very real in this universe and they are not helping the country. Founded by the Great Monk is an organization(not really but I don't know a better word in English) that gathers people from across the country who has The Sixth Sense จิตสัมผัสที่หก (people with the ability to interact in certain ways with spirits) together. With not the goal of defeating those dwelling spirits, but to make their soul pass on, resting in the Peaceful Realm at last.

With all that said our main character is เข็มทิศ สรพล Sorapon "Khemtid" (Just call him Tid or Compass) a very stubborn, lazy, prideful bastard.

Compass here was born with the rarest kind of Sixth Senses. The Sense where you can see, hear, touch, smell, feel spiritual energy of ghosts. Sorta like the jack of all trades though he is a master of none

Even with the many innate abilities he has, he doesn't seem to really care about... anything, really(especially not after what happened to him and Payu) He finds it pointless to even try to make spirits pass on, since they will just be more deaths(and dwelling ghosts) the very same day. Why even waste your energy? The organization(ahem... *cue payu*) tries many, many times to recruit him but he always goes "nah lmfao go to hell"

Though he may change his mind once he realizes this all runs deeper than he thought. And for the sake of a certain kid he absolutely refuses to admit he cared about.

Next is พายุ อชิระ Achira "Payu" (or Storm) who might look like a human, has emotions like a human, he is anything but.

A childhood friend of Compass. Now? Barely strangers if that even is possible. Storm has similair abilities to Compass. They would train, always doing things together when they were young. They promised each other to see both of them progress and grow. Though nothing lasts, and Compass found out that Storm is merely a Hun Phayon(หุ่นพยนต์), puppet animated by dark magic, with the sole purpose of manipulating him to join the shamans' side. Compass, feeling so sick and betrayed, beat the hell out of Storm until he was on the verge of being dispelled. Though he wasn't brave enough to actually finish him off for good, Compass ran away, never to be seen again. Storm was then overwhelmed with emotions and somehow broke free from his owner's wills, becoming sentient. Afterwards, he joined the organization in hopes of making things right with Compass again.

........though it's quite difficult since Compass refuses to talk to him. He wasn't even sure if he recognize who he is.

That ends my rambling. I hope that makes sense!! Thank you for hearing me out!! <3

I will put this post in "read more" tomorrow!

#long post #tw dark themes #tw ghosts #tw violence #this is veeery messy #this is all i remember anyways ksjdkskd #ope ask #ope oc #new tag!!!!

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egg-emperor · 3 years

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I honestly don’t get why so many people want a random generic monster over Eggman. Like outside of Chaos and maybe biolizard every other monster is the same monster with some different power. They don’t even play that well. Give me the egg dragoon over Dark Gaia any day.

FR THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING!!! Chaos and the Biolizard I can accept because they have better backstories and purpose of being there and the big evil monster concept was still fresh. They can look cool but even then, they're nowhere near as interesting as Eggman, who actually has an established motive and personality, instead of "grrr I'm big evil monster, I destroy" villains that lack life and personality.

Even the less monster-like beings that can talk such as Mephiles and Infinite don't interest me because they're very one-note and poorly written. I'm still certain that a large number of fans just prefer their designs over Eggman's and like to imagine them being written better than the games. (Or praise Mephiles and act like he's better than Eggman for killing Sonic, ugh)

In Unleashed, Dark Gaia might look cool emerging from the planet and rising up from the lava, I won't deny that those cutscenes look badass, especially with the amazing CG and high-quality detail. But what else did Dark Gaia have going for it? It was never all that interesting. I prefer the Egg Dragoon, the boss fight is a blast, and Eggman's incredible lines amp it up further.

I like that Eggman doesn't have to be a try-hard edgy villain or big scary monster to be as big of a threat as he is. His design is fun and unique and his evil shows in his actions instead of appearance, which is why he doesn't need a gritty redesign or red and black eyes. He has an interesting motive, a fun personality full of life, a perfect balance of being a funny and truly evil bastard, and he never fails to entertain.

His robots are also fun, have great designs, and have made for tons of really cool and fun boss fights. It's a shame that people forget or overlook that just because there's a pattern of reusing the Nega Wisp armor's battle assets since Colors. They act like Eggman and his robots are the problem but they can be amazing, it's just that the developers aren't exploring the potential.

But a lot of those people just clearly refuse to acknowledge that because they dislike Eggman and are salty that he gets to be the main villain, instead of their favorite edgy villain or monster. They're desperate to get rid of him, even though they have they don't complain about other series having a main recurring villain.

Eggman deserves to have his true potential explored again and to be given the spotlight and badass final boss fights he deserves. Because I feel the exact opposite to the way they feel, I think we still don't have enough. That's what needs to happen, not for fans and developers to act like he can't be interesting on his own and toss him aside for other villains. He deserves much better!

#asks #dr. eggman #dr eggman #eggman #dr robotnik #opinion #my post

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flapjacs · 3 years

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Hiya, tumblr! I realized I never introduced myself; let’s go!

🌱 ko-fi | redbubble | instagram | twitter | youtube 🌱

I’m a female human American 90′s kid from sunny California! I cannot start, hold, or end a conversation properly and I’m only mean most of the time. I’ve been doing or been involved in art my whole life but life kinda sucks so I gave it up for a while but recently realized I can’t live without art so I’m back again and plan on going full time. You may know me from my project to improve my skills and consistency, aka, my Stardew Valley portrait mod, and my Farmer Fennel vignettes, or maybe even classics such as Bye-bye petit papillon~, Sailor Scout Glove Redesign, or Après le duel v2 which is defs due for redraw no 3 bc I still hate the hair.

I’m working on getting things together to start my own shop, among other endeavors, but I won’t be able to do a lot of things until I move out, which I’m struggling to do right now.

For now, you can buy my designs via my redbubble shop where I have a mix of silly things and some nicer illustrations optimized for stickers. I personally don’t like the formatting of their other merch, but hey visibility. I also have a ko-fi page which I might not know how to fully utilize, but! if you tip 3 cups, aka $15, you’ll get a neat little headshot sketch* in return! *see my requests page for more details. I need to open commissions yesterday, but I might be a little afraid to put myself out there. But I gotta do it. So stay tuned~

If you can’t spare a shitload of dimes, that’s okay! You have no idea how much I appreciate your support just with the likes, follows, and kind words you bastards keep hiding in the tags so I can’t directly respond to them.

If you want to follow me elsewhere, I have spread myself thin across the platforms linked at the top of this post and can’t update all of them regularly~ I use instagram the most even though I kinda hate it.

#about the artist #meet the artist #artist support #ko-fi #artists of tumblr #ko-fi support #kofi support #kofi request #redbubble #artists on tumblr #donation requests #art requests #donation sketches #donation rewards #kofi sketches #ko-fi sketches #about me

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toxicfucksaround · 3 years

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I’m not dead I swear

Hello! Sorry I was gone for so long, I needed a break from tumblr. But, I’m back, and, well, completely different. Anyways, I bring with me some art for your enjoyment! As always, it’s oldest to newest! This is just the most recent stuff, my Deviantart has been kept more up to date, as you can see here.

Onto the art! First up is my new Persona in three different outfits I have saved on Pinterest.

Next up is two designs for Marina, as she has two completely different stories now.

Next up is Moss, a shipchild of mine. If you’ve followed me for awhile it’s probably obvious who his parents are. To make things easier, his mother is Lottie.

The next one’s name was written wrong! Her name is Comet, NOT Saturn!

And now we’re getting into the good stuff! Aka, a style change!

I’m gonna be honest here, this was heavily inspired by Danganronpa.

Next up is the bastard himself, Monokuma! I fucking love him man, he’s definitely the star of the show.

Next up is Nina, but redesigned because frankly her old design was shit.

Could it be? Zoey is back again? Yup, though she hasn’t changed much.

Next up, my persona again, but this time in my new style and also dressed up for Danganronpa because yes I am that obsessed.

Next up is a cutie made for a character design thing, frankly she’s super cute and I might sell her.

And finally, we’re getting into a little bit of the spoiler territory here for Danganronpa 2, so please proceed under the cut with caution.

Tis Nagito! Because he’s a fucking joy and I love him so much man.

And that’s all! Thanks for sticking around till the end! Have a great day!

#New persona design #Max the shapeshifter #enby #Marina jackson #Moss Winchester #Comet the Doll #New artstyle #Monokuma #Danganronpa #Nina Vengaza #Zoey Gonzalez #Character design #Nagito #nagito komaeda #Danganronpa 2 #Danganronpa 2 spoilers

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sonofthesaiyans · 3 years

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It could be MAPPA’s inferior animation....

But I really am not crazy about the redesigns of the main cast after the timeskip.

Eren I’ve commented on enough, he cannot pull off that Jesus hair, I don’t care how many fans have passed out fawning over his hobo ass.

But the girls really look bad. Mikasa has that idiotic looking bowlcut thing that makes her a little too boyish. It just doesn’t look good, but then again Mikasa Ackerman is one of the weakest links in the timeskip, so a crappy look to match an increasingly crappy character.

Sasha looks okay, but I absolutely am not as fond of her timeskip look as I am of her look from the REAL Attack on Titan. Again, it might be MAPPA’s inferior animation but I’m not sure I care for her new look. Plus it’s impossible to look at anything of Sasha from beyond that point of the series. The bastardization came in full force with what they did to her.

Even Hange looks off. And don’t get me started on the loss of her eye, not fucking cool. One of the many bad carry-overs from the REAL Attack on Titan era.

The guys look fine I suppose. Hilarious that Levi literally didn’t change at all, but then again the only reason people stayed was because of Levi. Armin though seriously could’ve gone for a different look, instead of looking like Mikasa’s kid brother.

Again, it might just be the simple fact that MAPPA is not as good as WIT. I still think WIT dodged a bullet with this one, they were wise to walk out on this series because why would you want to be the ones to animate Garbage Braun, Eren’s little whiny bitch confession to Armin, or Reiner sniffing a letter?

Ugly season befitting of a crap ending.

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detective-ai · 4 years

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The first time Rio kidnaps Shin Tsukimi, it’s total chance. He wasn’t being taken seriously as a villain! Keiji would always stop him with a hearty laugh, clearly remembering the silly freshman Rio from high school who could never manage to get along with anyone. He hasn’t been making a large enough impact with petty crime. He needs to go big! Go bold, go home!

So, he stages a large bank heist. He doesn’t need the money, but he does need the publicity. And sure enough, news reporters dole out in the dozens, bracing up against the barriers the police have set up around the bank. Rio surveys the scene again. Okay, so maybe there’s like... three. Good enough. Time to make his move.

He needs someone young, someone cute and pretty to send the town into a tizzy. He plasters a bright grin mask over his face as he leers down at the crowd, a pair of green heads catching his attention. Why the hell is their hair green?

He shakes off the distracting thought and shoots his grappling hook at one of the beams stretching over the front of the bank. It hooks, thankfully (god how mortifying would it have been if he’d missed). Rio rugs at the line to test its security before standing straight, smiling and waving down at reporters below.

And he jumps, the line growing taut and locking in as he arcs down. Someone in his audience gasps and several people point as he descends. Rio spins, just out of pure exhilaration.

Rio awards himself 25 style points.

He touches down, his legs hardly feeling the jarring impact of the concrete and releases the line as he folds into a roll, popping up into a sprint towards the two green haired reporters. Police shout around him as he approaches the police barrier, but a stern glare as he approaches has them hesitating. The taller of the two reporters- with his long, stringy hair pulled into a thin ponytail- hardly flinches. His bright, cold eyes flash warily as Rio approaches, fist clenching more tightly around his microphone. He feels something sinister crawl down his spine and he promptly decides this is not the one. The city would probably relish this slimy loser being taken off their hands. Can’t have that.

But the baby-faced cameraman behind him, with his powder-blue hair and his cozy jacket and beanie? The way he flinches back, jostling the camera on his shoulder? With his soft blue eyes that light up with recognition? That’s the kind of stuff that would have the city in an uproar if Rio were to snap him up.

Rio grins under his mask, skidding to a stop right before the two, so close he bumps the barrier. He pauses, letting the steel-eyed reporter eye him over. The cameraman behind him seems to hesitate, gaze shifting between the two before he hefts his camera higher and angles himself to catch both Rio and the reporter in the shot. Rio aims a happy wave at the camera. The reporter seems to take a breath to steel himself before smiling widely and lifting his microphone.

“I’m Sou Hiyori with ASUNARO News. Can I ask…” He hesitates and Rio rolls his eyes. “Who are you?”

“The name’s Rio Ranger, doll,” he drawls, a flicker of irritation curling in his stomach. He braces his palms over the barrier, leaning in with a sneer. Not that they can see it under his mask. Maybe he should consider a costume redesign. “Shouldn’t you know that if you’re a reporter? I’m not exactly new in town.”

“Maybe you’re not as big a name in this town as you believe then,” Hiyori returns with a smirk. Rio’s grateful for the grinning mask covering his lower face, since the scowl that that twists his lips certainly wouldn’t do anything for his popularity. The cameraman visibly flinches back in fear at the reporter’s words.

“You’re just horrendously underinformed.” Rio casts a glance around, scanning the area to make sure stupid Keiji hadn’t shown up early to crash the party. He’d set a few false leads around town to keep him busy, but certainly not for long.

“So, what do you have planned here?” Hiyori’s words cut through his straying attention, drawing his gaze once more.

“A robbery, naturally.” Rio sighs, lifting his hand to his head as he fakes exasperation. His gaze slides over, looking beyond the camera to lock eyes with the man behind it. He tenses, his grip tightening on the camera. “But that hero of yours will come soon, so… I’m also going to need a hostage.”

Hiyori cocks his head, the microphone dipping a little as his smile turns plastic. “…A hostage, huh? Me?”

Rio tosses his head a back with a laugh. “How presumptuous! I was going to leave it to a majority vote!”

He doesn’t want Hiyori, obviously, but he did write a whole-ass script and by God he was going to stick to it. He has a image to uphold! Or… create, as it may be.

“A vote?” Hiyori’s voice drips with sarcasm as he scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Of course, villainy runs on democracy.”

“Oh, what a snappy political statement.” Rio straightens, gesturing to the other two men. “Anyway, it’s up to you two! I’ll take either you, or your cute little cameraman here!”

“You want Shin?” Hiyori laughs a little, completely ignoring how the cameraman- Shin, apparently, what a cute name- frowns at him. The reporter grins lazily at Rio. “And what if we say no?”

He really doesn’t like this guy.

Bored, Rio pulls a small trigger from a pouch at his waist and presses the bright red button.

The front of the bank behind them explodes outwards, sending debris cascading down around them. Fire rolls toward them in a plume before curling up, smoke quickly filling the air. The ground shakes- Shin falls, the camera rolling to the ground beside him. Hiyori- the bastard- only stumbles back a step, his arm raised to shield his face.

The building shudders but remains standing. Good. It was easy to figure out where to plant the low-grade explosives to seal in his threat, but the building had to stay up for his grand getaway. Everything seems to be going to plan so far. Fantastic!

He laughs, stooping down by Shin, who looks up at him with wide, frightened blue eyes. The bright orange of the flames flick across Shin’s face. He holds up a hand, as if warding Rio off. Adorable.

Rio rolls his eyes and scoops up the camera, easily holding the heavy news camera at arm’s length to catch both himself and Hiyori in the shot.

“Answer enough?”

Hiyori grits his teeth and glowers at Rio. “I suppose.”

“Glad to hear it!” Rio bobs in place, glancing between the reporting duo. “So? Who’ll it be? Sou Hiyori or Shin…?”

He trails off with the question, raising his eyebrows imploringly at the man- who still hasn’t lifted himself off the ground. Shin grips his scarf tightly, mumbling into it. Even if the fire hadn’t been roaring behind him, he doubts he would have heard him. Rio leans in, cupping his hand around his ear. Shin flinches back before visibly taking a moment to gather himself and lean in.

“Tsukimi. Sh-Shin Tsukimi.”

“Adorable.” Rio pops back up, the camera teetering preciously in his hand. Shin’s face pinches and he makes an aborted movement, as if to catch it if it falls. “Okay! Sou Hiyori or Shin Tsukimi? Which of you will be sacrificed to my villainous plans!”

Hiyori takes a quick glance down at Shin and back to Rio. “Is anyone going to get hurt?”

“Nope!” He pops the p, but it’s muffled under his mask. “Well… Unless your hero makes things difficult for me. Or whoever comes with me decides he wants to fight back. Just don’t be a pain and you’ll be fine!”

Hiyori grits his teeth and takes a step back. Shin looks back over his shoulder in disbelief. Hiyori gives Rio a disgusted glare that he then turns on Shin. “I’ll make sure you don’t lose your job.”

“What?!” Shin shouts, gaping up at Hiyori. “I have a little sister to take care of, asshole!” he turns his glare on Rio. “I have a little sister!”

“Unfortunate.” Grinning, Rio shrugs and turns back to Hiyori. “You saying I should take him?”

“Yeah.” Hiyori nods. “I have people who need me.”

“I have a-!”

“A little sister, yes, you talk about her all the time.” Hiyori huffs. Ranger watches, fascinated, as a strange shift comes over Hiyori. The reporter’s face softens, and he kneels beside Shin, whose scowl deepens. “I’ll make sure she’s taken care of. But I have many many people who rely on me. I can easily add your sister to those I protect. But you understand that I have to be there to do that, right?”

Shin clicks his tongue and looks away, raising a hand to grip anxiously at his beanie. “…You promise Kanna will be taken care of.”

“Of course.” Hiyori shares a soft smile with Shin and holds out his hand. Scowling, Shin takes his hand and allows himself to be pulled to his feet. Hiyori reaches out to grip Shin’s upper arms, squeezing reassuringly. Then, almost teasingly, he adds, “Who knows? She may even be better off.”

Shin looks stricken as Hiyori drops his hold, wiping his own palms on his scarf. The two turn towards Rio, whose unamused expression has grown more and more impatient. “Well? You ready?”

He holds out his free gloved hand, wiggling his fingers enticingly. Shin squares his shoulders and ducks under the police barrier, reaching for his hand. He hesitates, shaking fingers hovering over Rio’s palm. Huffing, Rio snags his hand and pulls him snug against his side. Shin cringes away. The villain (supervillain) shoves the camera into his arms. “Hold onto that for me, would ya?”

Shin blinks down at the camera shoved against his chest. “What? Why?”

“Because I need both hands to make sure I don’t drop you.”

“Wait wait drop me? What do you mean, drop me?” Rio takes out his grappling hook again, ignoring Shin’s rising panic shrilling against his ear as he aims it towards the flaming building. “Wait, in there? You’re like a-a robot or something right? You know humans like… burn right?”

Rio laughs. “Stop worrying. You might sweat a little, but I’ll get you through this.”

“Rio Ranger!” A deep voice barks out behind them. Rio tenses, shooting a glare over his shoulder. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Keiji Shinogi, local superhuman and city hero, rockets down the street towards them, looking more enraged than Rio has ever seen him. Finally.

Shin perks up in Rio’s grasp, making a lunge for the police barrier. “Help!”

The android huffs and tightens his grip around his hostage, muttering about cooperation as he shoots the hook. “Time to go then!”

“Don’t you dare- hnk!” Shin gags as the hook catches and reels them in, choking on his words as Rio’s grip hooks into his stomach. He shrieks, tucking his face in against the crook of Rio’s neck as they zip through the air and into the flames. Rio can’t imagine the cameraman is feeling too well, surrounded by fire with his neck swathed in that deep blue scarf. He shrugs and dashes deeper into the bank, ignoring Shin as he begins to mutter under his breath.

“Safalin!” He shouts, struggling to be heard over the roar of the flames. The building shudders as Keiji shoves open the doors to the bank. Rio hisses, scooping Shin over his shoulder and bolting towards where he planned for his getaway vehicle to be. He hears the camera clatter to the ground behind them.

“Ranger!” Something on the other side of the room shimmers and a bright orange vehicle pops into existence. A bright green head hangs out the window, the blue ribbons on Safalin’s arms fluttering as she waves. “Over here!”

“I know over there, dammit, I planned for you to be there!” He shouts back.

Safalin draws back, scooting into the driver’s seat as Rio pops the door open and tosses his baggage in. Shin grunts as he bounces across the seats, blankly looking down at his wrists when Safalin reaches over and claps a pair of handcuffs on him. “I-I’m sorry, just a precaution…”

“Ranger, if you leave with that hostage things will not go well for-“

Ranger slams the door closed behind him. “Get going!”

Safalin nods and flips a few levers. The car lifts, bobbing the engines adjust for the weight of the car as tilts towards the ceiling. Shin flinches back into the seat.

“Please tell me you’re not about to try to fly through that.”

“Alright.” Rio lowers his mask, grinning down at Shin. Shin frowns up at him. “But you might want to hold on to something.”

They do, actually, fly through the ceiling. Rio climbs onto his knees to stare through the back window. Keiji stands under the hole the vehicle’s made, glowering up at them as they escape.

“Look at him, Saf, look!” Rio points over the back seat, laughing.

Safalin obediently checks the review mirror. “I say you left quite an impression!”

Rio settles back into the seat, kicking his legs up on the dash despite Safalin’s frown. He nudges Shin with an elbow. “No way they can ignore this!”

Shin stares steadily out the window, refusing to acknowledge his captor. Rio rolls his eyes.

He can sulk if he wants. The hostage isn’t even important in the long run.

It’s the response that counts.

#megamind au #your turn to die #yttd #kimi ga shine #shinrio #shin tsukimi #rio ranger #keiji shinogi #tia safalin #i dont even know #i hope yall enjoy this because i had fun writing it #stry writes #investigation reports

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let-it-raines · 5 years

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Not Your (soul)Mate {3/?}

Killian Jones doesn’t like the idea of soulmates. He sees how happy his friends are with theirs, but he still doesn’t like the idea, not when he’s found love and lost it time and time again only to still not know his sign. He has no markings on his skin, no voices in his head, but then one day he meets Emma Swan and everything changes. Because, well, he may not have ink on his skin to tell him who to love, but the very first time that he hears Emma’s voice he knows that she’s the one for him. Then again, that could simply be his desire talking. After all, for every word she speaks, he becomes aroused.

It’s not the worst thing in the world to be incredibly attracted to a beautiful woman, but things aren’t that simple when she doesn’t have any interest in being his soulmate.

He’s screwed. And not in the good way.

Rating: Mature

A/N: Are you guys ready for some meddling friends and conversations about stealing bread? Cool. I am too 💜 As always, thank you to @captainsjedi for her beautiful artwork and supportive reading and to the organizers of @cssns for putting this event together! 😘

Sorry for reposting. Something weird happened, and I had to delete it and try again!

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“I’m going to kill you for dragging me out here.”

“No you’re not.”

“Asshole.”

“Wanker.”

“Bastard.”

“You’re my brother, so if I’m a bastard, so are you!”

Killian stops running, his feet halting in their tracks, as his breath fully escapes him. They’ve been out here for over an hour, and his legs are burning. Hell, his entire body is burning, every inch of him slick with sweat that is doing nothing to put out the flames. He can practically feel his heart beating between his ears, and he knows that he shouldn’t hastily stop his running, that he should walk it out, but he can’t physically run anymore.

As much as he likes having their workouts done before work, sometimes six in the morning is too early when they don’t even have to be in the office until ten.

Scratch that. All of the time. Six is too early all of the time, and he’s an early riser most days. Unlike Liam, he’s never quite gotten out of a lot of the routines he became accustomed to in the Navy, but he likes to spend that time drinking his coffee or tea and eating breakfast, possibly catching up on some television or on what’s going on the world that he might need to know about. That’s not always the most pleasant thing, but it’s a necessary thing.

“I can’t believe,” he huffs, stretching his arms over his head to try to catch his breath and relieve some of the tension that’s pulling at all of his muscles while a pleasant breeze blows up from the beach, “that you basically just gave me a version of ‘I know you are but what am I.’”

“I probably got it from Luis and Luca. They’ve really been into fighting with each other lately.”

He looks over to his brother, eyes flickering down to his feet which are still moving despite the fact that they’ve stopped their run. The man is still getting exercise in when he knows that they’ve far surpassed their ten thousand steps...not that he tracks them. He had a fitbit at one point in time, but he may have accidentally dropped it into the ocean one day when he was inspecting one of their boats. He’d been messing with his wrist because his scars were agitated and burning like the dickens, and the damn thing came unclasped.

But really, there is no need for Liam to be still jogging in place. He knows that the man is five years older and that his metabolism might not be as great as Killian’s is right now, but damn. All he wants is to take a nice cold shower, eat some more food, and then maybe watch some television before he goes into work. He’s behind on The Rookie, and he really wants to catch up so that Ariel doesn’t ruin it for him. Whenever they watch the same shows, she always ruins them if he gets behind. And if she doesn’t, it’ll be Will. The only person he can count on to not spoil things is Robin, and that’s only because he doesn’t have time to watch anything that’s rated over G with a six year old at home. Technically Liam could also fall into that category, but Liam so rarely watches television unless Elsa makes him.

Elsa watches a hell of a lot of shows that are entirely in Norwegian so that Luca and Luis are bilingual. Liam is still working on his Norwegian, though. It’s funny, when Liam and Elsa could hear each other’s thoughts, things were always spoken in their native tongues.

It was like Google translate, free of charge and of bad mistranslations.

Imagine their surprise when they met and Liam didn’t speak Norwegian. Elsa speaks fluent English, though. Obviously she’s far superior to Liam.

He’d get his ass kicked if he ever spoke those words out loud.

It might be worth it. It’s most definitely true.

“Traffic is going to get bad if we stay out here too much longer,” he points out, his skin cooling down while his heart starts beating steadily again, normalcy returning to his body.

“We live in Storybrooke. There is no backed up traffic. Let’s do one more mile, and then I promise we’ll be finished. And good news for you, we’re not running tomorrow.”

He takes a deep breath, puffing his chest up, before he takes off, yelling to Liam that whoever gets to the library last has to buy lunch.

(He ends up buying lunch.)

(He’s going to have to start training alone so that he can beat Liam’s ass.)

(Who cares about fitness when being better than your brother is at stake?)

His next few weeks at work are a bit insane. It always is in the spring. On their website they recommend ordering customizations, especially full customizations or total redesigns, in the winter, preferably in the fall, but without fail, everyone seems to put in their orders in the late spring. It’s something about the sunshine being more prevalent, temperatures warming up, and everyone simply gets that itch to be outside, specifically to be on the water. He can’t blame his clients. He feels exactly the same way.

There’s likely no one who enjoys spending time outside, spending time out on the water, more than him, so he gets where everyone is coming from.

It honestly makes his life a little bit of a living hell.

It’s funny because hell is only supposed to be for the dead, and he’s only dead inside.

(Not really.)

Maybe his sense of humor is a little twisted.

Being busy is a good thing. It keeps his hands and mind occupied, and that’s something that he desperately needs right now. He needs something to think about other than his personal life. His friends and his family are great like they’ve always been, but they all have lives of their own that are separate from him. He spends his days at work, evenings as a mixture of personal times and spending time with all of his loved ones, but ever since Ariel’s pregnancy announcement dinner, his mind has been absolutely muddled with thoughts of...everything. He’d say his mind is muddled with thoughts of Emma Swan, but that would only be half the truth. After all, he’s only met her once, and he barely knows anything about her.

Scratch that.

There’s a pretty high probability (and he knows this even if his mathematics may be a little off and out of practice) that she’s his soulmate.

That is absolutely the most insane thing in the world. He doesn’t want a soulmate, not really. A part of him does, but for years now all he’s felt is despair. He doesn’t want to be forced to love someone. And yet only days after the anniversary of Milah leaving him, he might have met the woman who is supposedly the love of his life.

But what if he’d already met his?

What if he can’t love again after Milah? What if the universe is telling him to move on in a very big way and he’s not ready? What is he supposed to do with that?

It doesn’t even matter. Emma had been kind and witty, bloody well one of the most beautiful women he’s ever seen, but she’d very clearly not been interested in him. Obviously she was sexually, if only because they apparently literally cannot help themselves (She’s obviously stronger with her restraint than he is.), but she made it clear as day that nothing was going to become of them. He doesn’t know her, doesn’t know her background outside of what he’s picked up from friends, but she seemed just as averse to soulmates as he was.

Maybe they are kindred spirits.

Obviously they are.

But maybe in a different way.

He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know anything, really.

He’s freaking Jon Snow.

(Is it still funny to make that joke now that the show is over?)

(It doesn’t matter. He’s still going to make that joke.)

It’s all a confusing mess. He’s met the woman he’s supposed to be with. He’s met his soulmate like all of his friends and family have, but he imagines that not a single one of them had an aversion to their loves to the point of them meeting and then never speaking again despite having access to each other. It’d be a bit of a roundabout way, but he could still talk to her if he really wanted to. All he’d have to do is go to the police station, frequent Granny’s Diner since that’s where Ariel and Emma eat lunch together, or literally ask any one of his friends for her number.

But Emma’s not interested.

Besides, when they met, he spilled water down her dress, making it see through, and then they’d made each other aroused to the point that she caught him wanking one off. It was not one of his finer moments, so it might be for the best that they don’t see each other for awhile. Or forever. It’s not like they can talk to each other in public anyhow. Emma may be able to hide how it affects her, but he cannot no matter how many unpleasant thoughts he thinks.

Seriously. He’s come up with a lot of boner killers over the years, and none of them work.

The universe is fucking with them because it wants them to fuck.

Will: Belle wants to invite you over for dinner tomorrow. Can you make it?

He looks down at his phone, at the message that just popped up. Belle is always inviting him over for dinner. She’s an absolute sweetheart, but he honestly thinks she must assume he doesn’t eat or that he’s lonely. He does eat, and he isn’t lonely. But Belle and Will are both brilliant cooks, most likely because Belle spends her days in a library that has a section full of cook books and Will is always experimenting with food at the Rabbit Hole. So he’s definitely not going to complain.

Killian: Sure! What time?

Will: Six. We’ve got to do it before I go to work.

Killian: Okay, I’ll make sure to leave the office early.

He’s just put his phone back on his desk when it buzzes again, Will’s message popping up on the screen.

Will: At Belle’s apartment, not mine.

Cue the Tag Team because Whoomp (there it is).

He’s being set up on a double date with Emma, and he’s already agreed to go. He already knows that’s what happened because never once have they gone to Belle’s apartment instead of Will’s. Not once.

Sneaky bastards.

Starting tomorrow he’s designing himself a boat...no, he’s designing himself a ship that he can live in for the rest of his days, because he needs to leave Storybrooke in order to avoid Emma Swan.

He’s not even sure if he wants to. All he knows is that he can’t possibly be in public with her.

This entire dinner is going to be spent with him sitting at the table dying a little inside with every word, isn’t it?

No one told him life was going to be this way.

(He’s got to stop quoting songs.)

Maybe she won’t be there. Maybe he’s wrong. Maybe Will’s apartment has a gas leak or something and that’s why the dinner is at Belle’s.

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He hears Emma talking from outside the apartment door before he gets to the end of the hallway where their apartment is. His thing with sounds, his unfortunate ability to be able to hear absolutely everything unless he’s actively focusing on not hearing it or distracted by something else, is somehow heightened when Emma talks or laughs or even, he assumes, when she sneezes. He has a visceral reaction to it, his entire body heating and tensing, and he hasn’t figured out how to control it, how to make it stop.

There’s about thirty seconds from now until he’s inside that apartment to figure it out.

He doesn’t figure it out.

“Hi,” Belle smiles the moment she opens the door, not even letting him gather his bearings or knock. Belle might very well be the most considerate person he knows, Mary Margaret aside, and she has no idea that she is helping in his demise.

He’s not dramatic in the slightest.

(He definitely is.)

“Hello, love,” he greets, leaning down to kiss her cheek and handing her the bottle of wine he’s brought with him. He prefers to bring homemade food, but he came straight from work and only had time to grab something from the grocery store down the street. “You look absolutely beautiful today.”

“Thank you. Why don’t you come in? I hope you don’t mind that Emma is here. You two have met, right?”

He’s about to answer Belle, to say that they have, even if he sees the cheeky smile on Belle’s face, when Emma turns around from her seat at the table and sees him. She’s in leggings and a sweatshirt, her feet only covered in comically mismatched socks, and her hair is pulled back into a ponytail under a baseball cap. And if the way her lips keep parting before coming together again is any indication, she had no idea that he was coming.

Surprise.

She’s going to hate him.

This was definitely some kind of set up. Never in doubt.

“Hello, Swan,” he waves, awkwardly putting his hand in the air and moving his fingers. Her mouth snaps closed, lips pressing into a firm line, and he sees her eyes roll even under the shadow of her cap. She’s not happy that he’s here, and he doesn’t blame her. They’re in a bit of a complicated situation.

Instead of speaking (thank goodness), Emma simply waves back with a flick of her wrist and the slightest nod of her head. He’s grateful for that, truly. This entire night is going to be torture, but she’s doing him a kindness there. It’s the little things in life.

“Oi, why do you look like the cat has your tongue, mate?”

“Shut up, Scarlett.”

“You know I’m incapable of that. Besides, milady likes the sound of my voice.”

“I don’t know what you see in him,” he sighs to Belle as he walks into the apartment and settles against the kitchen counter next to the table where Emma is alternating between shooting him daggers and completely avoiding his gaze. He should probably stop talking, but he’s not entirely sure how to do that when he’s having dinner. Conversation is kind of expected.

They could all become mimes.

The apartment is a small place, especially for two people, but Emma and Belle have it decorated in soft whites and creams with green and blue pillows and accents everywhere. As well as books. He shouldn’t be surprised at that, especially with Belle living here, but he wasn’t expecting them to have an entire wall of the things. It’s nice though, cozy even. He loves his apartment, but there’s a certain staleness to it sometimes. He doesn’t have much there, just his leather couch with one or two pillows and a painting of the horizon at the bay hanging over his television. He’s got bookshelves too, but it’s nothing like the packed space before him. He wonders if Emma is a bookworm as well.

He hopes that she likes flowers for all of the ones that Belle’s father sends them from his shop.

“He’s surprisingly kind when he’s not being an asshole.”

“So once or twice a year then?”

There’s a loud snicker, more of a snort really, and he whips his head to the right to see Emma covering her mouth, her shoulders shaking the slightest bit. Well, look at that. He made her laugh. It may be a good night already.

“You find that funny, love?” he teases, not able to stop himself from talking when he knows that she must be losing her mind. Maybe he’s a bit sadistic, but it’s kind of fun watching her squirm and knowing that there’s nothing she can do to stop him.

“You? Funny? I don’t believe it’s your allotted one time a year for that.”

The beginnings of arousal spark at the base of his spine, but it’s not enough to do anything. Thank fuck.

“It’s not a funny joke when you have to steal it from me, love.”

“That’s cute that you thought it was a funny joke to begin with.”

“Aww, sweetheart,” Will sighs, leaning back in his chair so that it props up on two legs while he looks at Belle who is grabbing glasses out of the cabinet, “would you look at the two of them flirting?”

“We are not flirting,” he and Emma say at the same time while the real hum of arousal starts to spread across his skin. Sighing, he speaks again on his own. “Belle, would you like some help with dinner since your boyfriend is a wanker who isn’t helping you out?”

“You guys are such weird friends, but sure. That’d be great.”

He helps Belle butter slices of toast while she gets the lasagna out of the oven, the two of them easily moving in and out of the kitchen. His left hand being near heat can sting sometimes, so he tries to avoid it on days where he has pains. It’s been nearly a decade since the accident, and sometimes it’s like nothing has changed. He and Belle fill in casual conversation, catching up on how they’ve been while Belle recommends him some new books to come pick up from the library, and Will occasionally adds something in to make Belle laugh, her entire face lighting up. He sees Emma get up from the table and stalk off to what must be her room, and not a part of him blames her. It’s likely what’s best for the both of them, and he appreciates it.

Until she comes back into the room right as they start to eat, silently fixing herself a plate and settling down across from him. He can’t help but watch her, be fascinated by her. For someone who he knows is intelligent and graceful, incredibly athletic if her legs and arms are anything to go by, she’s not very graceful as she eats. He can’t count the amount of times she’s gotten sauce on her chin and he’s had to motion to his own to get her to wipe it off. It’s funny, if he’s honest with himself, but he’s also pretty sure that each move he makes causes Emma to hate him that little bit more.

Hate may be too strong of a word. She simply wants absolutely nothing to do with him. That’s all.

And that’s totally not hate.

Belle and Will are most definitely trying to set the two of them up, as every other sentence is some kind of not-so-gentle nudge for he and Emma to talk to each other. Emma is much better at avoiding everything, deftly nodding her head in answer or giving as curt of a response as possible. He’s not so adept at it, getting roped into saying a bit more than Emma does. He can’t help himself, even though he’s pretty sure that she’s going to murder him and then hide the evidence. She is a detective, after all.

He’s taking a sip of his wine while Belle and Will are having some kind of argument over their upcoming vacation. It’s refreshing to see that even with the whole soulmate thing that people still have normal arguments and petty squabbles. It makes life seem more…real and not like he’s living in some kind of manufactured box.

Out of the corner of his eye he sees Emma slide her phone across the table, the screen lit up with the messaging app open. He takes it, pulling it into his side so Belle and Will don’t see. It’s not like they’re paying attention anyways. They’re currently debating if they should go to England or to the beach in Florida. He’s not really sure how that’s a competition, but then again, sometimes people like sunshine.

Sometimes people also like not burning up in the fiery pits of hell of Florida.

If we leave right now, I bet they won’t even notice.

He chuckles at her words, looking up and curving his lips into a smile only to see her looking down intently focusing on what he assumes is a split end on her ponytail. Obviously he knows that she wanted him to see this message. She typed it and sent her phone over to him, but she’s acting like he doesn’t exist. It’s an odd disconnect, but he guesses this is how this is going to go.

Do you think we can take the bread with us?

God no. Belle would snap our heads off. The bread isn’t even worth it.

The bread is always worth it.

That gets a laugh out of Emma, even if he almost missed her small snicker. But he can see the slightest tick of her lips, the smallest of smiles peeking out.

Damn. It feels good to make her smile.

He’s not supposed to be feeling that way.

At least he’s not feeling aroused. That’s a damn good feeling and all, but it’s not something he really wants to deal with right now. It still may be the most idiotic soulmate (or maybe not soulmate and just some sick, twisted game the universe is playing with the two of them to screw them up even more) sign in the world, and while he’s still wondering just how long he’s going to have to suffer with it, it may not be the worst thing in the world.

As long as he doesn’t speak to Emma.

That seems pretty easy since they probably won’t be stuck eating another meal together.

He’s not sure how he feels about that.

“Killian,” Belle huffs, slapping her hands against the table just as he’s texting himself on Emma’s phone so that he has her number, something that contradicts every logical thought that he’s had all night (and something that will probably piss her off), “will you please tell Will that we don’t need to go to England when we can go somewhere nice and relaxing like the beach in Miami, which is definitely different than the beach here?”

“I – ”

“Florida sucks,” Emma starts, inching her glass into the middle of the table so that he can covertly slide her phone back to her. “It’s not only hot but also humid, and the people there are assholes.”

“Oh Emma,” Belle sighs, her eyes widening with what he thinks is compassion, “just because Neal is – ”

“It’s not about Neal,” Emma barks, cutting Belle off. If he wasn’t so interested in who Neal is and why he causes such a reaction from Emma, he’d probably notice the slight tingling sensation that’s working its way over himself. “Go to Spain or something. You get Europe and the beach. I’m going to bed.”

With that Emma gets up from the table and stalks over to her room, slamming the door shut behind her. He thought that things were going well tonight, especially with their little back and forth over the phone, but whatever just happened obviously made her change her mind.

“Damn, Jones. What’d you do to make her so mad? I told you she could kick all of our asses.”

He holds his hands up and shakes his head from side to side. “I didn’t do a thing. She was fine.”

“Until I mentioned Neal,” Belle laments, her lips parting slightly before snapping shut. He so wants to ask who Neal is, the words on the tip of his tongue, but it’s none of his business. Emma might not be interested in him, despite her being kind of friendly to him tonight, but if she’s really his soulmate, he’d like to get to know her on his own. Betraying her trust doesn’t seem like the best way to start that. And if she isn’t his soulmate, he’d still like to get to know her. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Why? You think Emma doesn’t enjoy talking about her bastard of an ex?”

An ex.

He figured that, but it’s still…nice, he guesses, to have confirmation even if he doesn’t want to know more.

“I just hate that she’s been hurt so badly,” Belle sighs, rising from the table and collecting plates. He stands with her, not about to let her take care of everything when she cooked. “I wish she could find her soulmate so that she could have that partnership, you know? Like us, Will.”

“You and I both bloody well know that Emma will shove her soulmate away whenever she finds him. She’s not about to fall for everything just because someone tells her to.”

Boy do they have no idea.

He doesn’t stay there much longer, only helping to clean up and chat with Will and Belle a bit more, before he’s leaving Belle and Emma’s apartment and walking home thinking about all of the little bits that he learned about Emma tonight. She’s definitely got protective layers around her heart, something he can understand, but he can also see some of the cracks that let in her friendliness and her humor. Sure, the humor might be a defense mechanism, but it’s still humor.

He rather likes her, he thinks.

He’s not sure if it’s just as friends or some kind of crush, but he knows that he doesn’t seem to hate her. Really, he’d love to talk to her some more. If only the universe didn’t suck and they didn’t have this teeny tiny (in his case big if he does say so himself) problem that keeps them from doing that.

Never in his life has he hated getting turned on this easily.

(Except maybe in secondary school in the middle of a mathematics exam, but that’s an unfortunate story for another day.)

Walking into his apartment, he turns on the lights and kicks off his shoes, leaning down to put them in the right order on his little rack, before he sheds his jacket and hangs it on its hook. It’s eerily quiet in here compared to his dinner, so when he sits down on his couch and props his feet up on the ottoman, he immediately turns the television on, letting it stay on the History Channel for some background noise on the American Revolution.

His phone vibrates in his pocket, and he responds to Ariel’s text about her time off for a doctor’s appointment next week. He’s about to put it back in his pocket when he remembers Emma’s number in his phone. He could text her, but should he? She probably doesn’t want to hear from him, especially if she’s in a bad mood because Belle mentioned her ex, but it’s almost like he can’t help himself.

Dammit.

He’s thirty-five. He should not be having this much of an issue on deciding whether or not to text a woman he fancies.

Killian: You know, I quite fancy you from time to time when you’re not yelling at me.

One, two, three minutes pass. He watches his screen for all of them.

Emma: I could just block you, you know.

He snickers at that. Of course that’s where she goes first.

Killian: I know. I also know where you live.

Emma: That’s stalkerish, dude.

Killian: Block my number and throw me in a jail cell, love. I’m ready for it.

Emma: Kinky.

Killian: The name’s Killian.

Emma: Asshole.

Killian: I also answer to that.

She takes a few minutes to respond, the little dots popping up on his screen and disappearing over and over again.

Emma: Good.

#Not Your (soul)Mate #cs fic #cs ff #captain swan fic #cssns

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