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nutmeggery · 8 months

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I need Neil Gaiman to know that Good Omens 2 made me feel emotions I haven't felt in nearly a decade.

When I heard there was going to be a Good Omens 2 I was looking forward to it, of course. I just wasn't expecting it do anything super special to my emotions. I was sure I'd enjoy it, though. I really enjoyed s1.

But, for the last few years, I watched shows and afterwards basically thought well, that was fun, and I quickly moved on and didn't think much about them. There was only about 3 shows in the last 5 years that had made me feel truly emotional and stayed on my mind to the point where I felt like I needed to engage in fandom for a while. (Good Omens 1 was one of them.)

I wasn't spoiled by the leak. I never even knew there was a leak. So I had no idea what was coming in s2. And oh boy...

See, I'd watched Our Flag Means Death, a show where you don't expect the lead characters to kiss, because, well, that never happens in these types of shows, right? And this is important because when they did kiss, it felt like a door that had been locked with just about all the high security locks in the world had suddenly, inexplicably, been opened. Something switched inside me. It took me months to understand what it was, but when I thought about Good Omens before s2 came out, I realized what it was.

I would never truly enjoy a bromance they're-only-queer/in love-by-your-own-interpreation story ever again. Stories where nothing is confirmed, just subtext that anyone who doesn't want to see it can easily deny and mock those who wish it was more.

While it was clear that Crowley and Aziraphale cared a lot about each other in s1, and were probably in love, it was still just a fun ship for fans to play with in fanfiction and fanart. Do they love each other? Oh sure. In what way? Well, that's up to interpretation. Ok, cool. But it's not quite Our Flag Means Death, is it?

Then I watched Good Omens 2. And from episode 1 I saw my favourite Angel and Demon duo love each other. And I was having the best time. I hadn't had such a good time watching a show in a long while. It was not only right up my alley, it was an alley I wasn't even aware was my alley until I saw it. I enjoyed seeing the old characters, the new characters. Oh, I was wonderful.

It was clear to me that, of course Crowley and Aziraphale love each other, are IN love with each other, showing it in their own way. And I wasn't expecting it to be THIS obvious.

And then when the kiss happened, I couldn't believe it. I covered my mouth with both hands and gasped and sat up straight in my seat. I had never expected it--the heartbreak it added to the already heartbreaking scene--it rewired something inside me.

It was like my emotions had been locked up in a stall like a horse for so, so long, and now the gate had been opened, the stable door kicked down, and the horse was running out onto the large pasture into the daylight, bucking and kicking up grass. Oh my god, I have to take a few minutes to process that entire 6 hour marathon of emotions.

And by a few minutes I meant a few days.

More than a few, actually.

I didn't need a kiss to understand how much they loved each other, but I did need the kiss to understand how intense and heartbreaking their separation is for them after everything.

But more than that, the kiss broke a barrier. They really did it, I thought. They really dared.

Aziraphale and Crowley aren't human males, no, but they're played by male actors. And that is significant. That makes the kiss significant. In the world we currently live in.

Weeks later, I'm still obsessed with the show, re-watching s1 and 2, reading the book again, listening to the audio drama. And I'm on tumblr, seeing people's posts and art to somehow sate my hunger for a s3 that doesn't exist (yet).

And I'm having a wonderful time.

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alltoolewis · 9 months

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Timeless- Mason Mount

I'm finally off for the summer & finally back writing! This one is super special and is inspired by timeless by Taylor swift, if you haven't heard the vault track please listen to it while reading this! This has to be one of my favourite things I have ever wrote... Hope you all enjoy & I can't wait to write more! Hope this apologies for my absence Love you guys x

P.S I will not comment on him leaving to united btw... as Liverpool fan I am devasted 😒

Summary- When you and Mason are cleaning your nan's attic you discover a book of your grandparents love story... helping Mason think of the perfect anniversary present for you...

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"Mase please.." you squealed as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, taking you by surprise as you continued to search through the old dusty boxes "This really needs doing and I never would of agreed to let you help if I knew you'd be messing around like this!" You didn't realise that agreeing to clean you nan's old attic would result in your clingy boyfriend of almost 5 years joining you. What was suppose to be a solo task, turned into a duo one the minute his brown eyes grew wide at your claim that you were leaving him for a couple of hours alone.

"I didn't know showing my beautiful girlfriend of 5 years love was classed as messing around..." he pouted, loosening his grip of you but of course not fully as his arm still hovered your waist. "It's not 5 years yet loser" You smirked, throwing something you believed was an old sock that was hiding in the box at him "We're still 3 weeks of that title!" You still couldn't believe that it had already been that long. It felt like just yesterday that he caught your attention in the dimmed lightened room, his laugh being the loudest noise as the speakers blaring out the music you had always hated silenced, allowing you to hear what has since been your favourite sound. Since that night you had been by each others side, through the ups and downs, the spot next to him was always yours and vice versa... there was no Mason without (y/n) and he prayed there'd never have to be!

Silence filled the room once more, however the smiles never faded as you sorted through all your nans precious things. Growing up you never thought of your nan as a hoarder, her house was also tidy barely anything on display except the odd pictures of core memories but little did she know that she kept the purest things locked up here. From her old ballet shoes to her old school books, her old prom dress to a rock she found on her secret dates with your late grandfather... she kept everything.

"What's this?" Mason asked curiously, lifting up a book covered in dust and cobwebs. Being nosy of his new finding, you quickly went to where he was sitting next to him on the old fragile footstool, floor creaking as you did so. Your eyes hovered over the brown book in his hands, that it was safe to say that time has took its toll on. Crouching down in front of him, your hand swept across the front cover, tears immediately filling your eyes as you read the words...

'THE STORY OF ANNIE & JOHN'

The words were followed by a photo of them together, smiles brighter than the stars as the look of love was written in there eyes. You had already heard the story of your grandparents many times from your nan... but seeing it in hidden pictures made your whole world freeze.

Noticing the sudden emotion in your face, Mason sighed "You okay, darling?" wiping away the fallen tears as they fell down your cheek, letting his hand hover there as a guard. Nodding, you gulped "Yeah... yeah I'm good.." Smiling he patted his knee, silencing telling you to come over which of course you obeyed.

Now the book was on your knee as Mase held you tightly on his lap, head leaning over your shoulder as he traced comforting shapes on your arm. "Are you going to have a look honey?" He could see your clear hesitation to open it, as your hands strummed over the outskirts of the pages. Apart of you wanted to open the book, see the love of your grandparents everybody talked so dearly about, the love that was always compared to yours and Masons, however the other part of you couldn't help but think you were invading the privacy... you knew there story like the back of your hand. A secret romance that was forbidden by there families, your grandmother being in a privileged family who had a tradition to pick other privileged people for there children to fall in love with. While your grandad was the son of the maid, 2 years older than her but fell head over the heels the second he caught eyes with in his word 'a princess' They hidden what they had for years, scared that there families would tear them apart... but faith took its role and 12 years later they were happily married as a runaway couple, ready to start there new lives together.

As your mind wondered away, you felt his hand lace over yours, squeezing it tightly "It's okay (y/nn)? She would want you to see this??" You knew he was right... she'd be screaming for you to open it if she was there. Listening to him, you squeezed his hand back before opening it up.

The pages looked just as battered as the front cover, but the love was still clear as rain. The book had different chapters, just like a fairy tale. It began with there first year, where your pop's mum first got the job and he was allowed to be involved in the staff picture where your grandmother stood just 5 people away.

"I didn't know your grandad was in the war.." Mason whispered, scared to ruin the moment as you were flicking through there years together. It was there 7th year 'together'... the year your dad got drafted to fight in the war. "He didn't want to go" You mumbled back, hand touching the envelopes your nan had clearly stuck in the book "He wanted to stay with her although no one knew about them... he wrote her love letters, signed them off as Dave so no one knew it was from him"

"Didn't she call him Dave all the time..." Mason chuckled, squeezing your hip gently. He only had a few years with your nan, while with your pops he only had 1 short one & for the longest time he was convinced he was called 'Dave' "Yep!" You giggled back "Even after all those years together she still called him it. It was there secret code word..."

For the next couple of hours you flipped through the rest of the book, pausing to read the letters, see the small details of the grainy images. From there wedding to the birth of your mum, from the day they ran away together to the day your grandad came back to find your nan had been set up to marry someone else... it had all be recorded in the book.

Your heart broke when you flipped to the last filled page in the book, your grandads order of service leaflet from his funeral. Your heart broke even more when it came clear that your nan had placed it in by herself... ending there story together...

Noticing the tears falling faster down your face, Mason closed the book placing it gently down as he wrapped his arms tighter than ever around you, allowing you to sob in his chest. He didn't say much as you cried, just rubbed your back and whispered a few words of comfort, knowing what you needed most was time to absorb what you just saw.

Once you calmed down, you lifted your head back up to look at his warm brown eyes, his hand instantly going to your cheek "They we're amazing (y/n).." He smiled, causing you to mirror it back "They would been so happy you got to witness it through there eyes..."

"They were timeless..." You breathed out, looking down to the book on the floor that was bound to come home with the two of you.

"Just like we will be.."

Your head shot up to look at him with blood shot eyes "You think?"

"Oh I know we will!" He smiled, causing you to cuddle deeper into him "I hope so Mase..."

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3 weeks later.....

"Mase stop!" You laughed as he picked you as you went to put the key in your new shared home in manchester "Please stop we need to get in before it rains... stop messing around!"

"I didn't know showing my girlfriend of 5 years of affection was classed as messing around..." He sulked as your laugh continued to echo around the house, taking the heels that had killed your feet all night "and before you start I can call you that now!!"

"I know..." You smiled, turning around to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, one of many that day "and I couldn't be prouder to now say it.." Mason returned the kiss as he muttered I love you, which of course you mumbled back. Somehow you two ended up in your bedroom, his jacket through on the floor as the zipper on your dress began to be pulled down.

Just as it was about to get even more heated, he pulled back causing you to sigh dramatically. "Don't be dramatic lovie, we have all night to do that.." He laughed, dragging you to the end of the bed "But first I want to give you your final present of the night.."

"but mase you've already given me loads today.." You groaned, hating how much he had already spoiled you today. Giving you far to many presents, making you bed in breakfast and then taking you to the fanciest restaurant in Manchester. You honestly didn't know how he'd make the day even better before he pulled out a box placing it gently on your knee... "Now this one is kind of for the both of us..." He smiled wrapping his arm around you "But I think you'll appreciate it.."

Carefully, you untied the little red bow on the box lifting the box up with the expectation of finding more personalised jewellery. However your heart dropped to the floor as you saw something you'd never thought you'd see...

A book... Similar to the one of your grandparents but instead of there names it read...

'THE STORY OF (Y/N) & MASON'

And just like the other one, a picture displayed below it. One of you and him at the champions league final, your smiles brighter than stars and the same look of love they had.

"Oh my god M-Mase..." You speechlessly gasped, covering your mouth as tears escaped your eyes "I c-can't believe it.."

His eyes mirrored yours with tears as he placed his hand on top of yours "Open it darling.." He whispered, voice full of love "Don't be scared to read this one... it's ours only"

Listening to him like always, you opened the book, smile immediately spreading across your face as you flipped through to see the many filled pages of your story so far. The first day you met at that party, the first selfie you took together, your first chelsea game, the day you moved together... every memory shared together was captured in perfect unison to the orginal.

"I didn't even know this exsisted!" You laughed messily, as you looked at the picture of you drunkenly asleep on Mason's lap at his Chelsea leaving party. You couldn't remember much of that day, other than you drunk the night away in hope that it took the sting away from living the beloved club and city...

"Ben took..." Mason smirked "He sent it me the next day along with the video of you doing my celebration on top of the table..." "Please say that's a joke.." You muttered as you hid your head in embarrassment, hoping that he was lying..

"Nope!" He chuckled "I'll show you that later darling, first you have to finish this book!"

So you did. There wasn't much after that, other than his first day at united and your new home in Manchester... little did you know there was one final page to your story you were yet to experience...

"What's this?" You questioned as you flipped the page to see a brown envelope stuck to the page, similar to love letters your grandad use to write. Unable to say much, Mason whispered "Open it and see..."

With shaking hands you pulled out letter which was folded in half, his scruffy handwriting evident. You shot him one last look, nervousness written all over his face as you began to read the love letter addressed to only you....

My dear (y/n),

I've never been good at doing speeches or expressing how I feel, but with you by my side I feel as though I can do anything, so here I am... Ever since I saw you my whole world changed for the better. You fixed the hole in my life like a puzzle piece and ever since then I knew I'd never want to lose you.

The other week when I held you in your nan's attic made me think of if we met in another life, would be the same as we are right now... and the truth is sweetheart we would of have! Even if we met on a crowded street in the 40's or if I was sent to war and you were forced to marry another man... my head would of still turned for you just like it did at that party...

you still would have been mine, I'd of make sure of it!

I'm going to love you for the rest of our lives, till we have grey hair, mini mounts running around the place, a cardboard box stored of memories we made, we'll have it all!

Our story starts now Angel...

we're going to be timeless...

look forward...

Mase x

Tears poured down your face as you followed the letters instructions, showing him down on one knee, a small box with the most gorgeous diamond ring displayed in it, one that coincidently resembled the one your nan had...

"Mase..."

"(y/n)... will you please make me the happies man alive & spend the rest of your life with me??"

Unable to speak you nodded your head, falling to your knees as you wrapped your arms around him. "I love you so much.." You sobbed into his neck.

"I love you so much more..." He cried back, pulling back from you for a brief second to slip the gorgeous ring on your finger "This is your nans ring" He smiled "I asked your parents if it was okay if I gave it you... I want us to be a timeless classic like your grandparents, I want to fill that book up with you till the day we are torn apart by fate..."

Once more you were speechless as his arm wrapped around you, your head lay on his chest listening to the heart which had loved you for 5 years... there was no (y/n) without Mason and you prayed every minute of the day that you'd be the couple your grandparents were. A love so strong it could be seen from miles away, a love everyone dreamed of but only a rare few could experience... one that even time couldn't forget... Your going to be...

TIMELESS

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eltramuffinz · 6 months

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Okay so here’s that Itto and Weaver test drive/scene I did a while ago and touched up. It’s only really a first attempt and it’s a bit crack-esque, but then again that’s gonna be the vibe of the actual fic at times in the future so yeah, enjoy whatever this is lol.

GN! Reader x Arataki Itto, 2.5k words, you try and sumo wrestle the Oni

To set the scene: You and Itto are walking through the Inazuman wilderness to the gang’s secret base (which was a kind-of-not-so-secret base that you and the gang had worked together to build) for a weekly catch-up.

He’d met you at your place of work, that being Ogura Textiles and Kimonos, since he’d wanted to accompany you on the way there.

‘To be your super-mega-strong bodyguard of course!’ were his exact words, despite the route you were following being quite safe all things considered.

Somehow the conversation had turned towards the eccentric Oni’s favourite sport of all time, of course being sumo wrestling. Cue you casually remarking you’d never seen a match before, and Itto freaking out as he stopped dead in place, jaw dropping practically to the dirt.

“WHATDOYOUMEANYOUVENEVERSEENAMATCH?!”

“We don’t have sumo in Watatsumi, okay???” You crossed your arms defensively, eyes narrowing at his extreme response to your complete lack of sumo witnessing experience.

The hulking Oni tried to make puppy-dog eyes, the resulting expression only making a slight grimace pull at your lips. It worked for him when he wasn’t actually trying, since when he did try to make a cute face like right now, it ended up looking a bit… well… extreme, if you had to describe it for lack of better words.

And of course, he pulled out his slightly whiny, childish pouty voice as he pleaded with you.

“C’mon, take me in a sumo fight! …Pretty please?”

… Was he joking? You had to double check.

“… You’re kidding, right?”

He beamed at you, the clownishly extreme cute face morphing into a more sincere yet no less hyped grin.

“Nope!”

Always the more reasonable of your duo, you really had to spell it out for him.

“Okay… Itto… you can’t be serious. You’re like… at least ten times as strong as me. Probably more. I don’t think that’s very fair.”

“Awww don’t give up before you even try! Even the smallest onikabuto can win against a bigger and tougher opponent if they give it enough oomph!”

“I’d really rather not get flattened.”

“I’ll go easy on you!”

You raised a brow at him suspiciously. “Doesn’t that go against your morals? You never go easy on kids when you challenge them for snacks. Why am I getting special treatment?”

“Heheh welll! Well! Uh! Um…” His face was starting to turn pink and his red eyes darted around the place, stammering and trying to find an answer while you stared at him.

“Uh- ooh got it- ahem!” Exaggeratedly he cleared his throat loudly and puffed up his chest, looking at you proudly with a raised chin.

“A real man encourages his opponents to step up to a challenge, even if it seems a thousand times too hard at first! If Arataki ‘The Oni Sumo King’ Itto has to tone down his immeasurable strength for you to accept the challenge at all, then I’ll do it… and then I can go all out, ‘cause like you said, that ain’t my style to hold back!”

“... I’m going to regret this.”

His insistence and authentic hopeful twinkle in his crimson eyes had a way of swaying you, no matter how reluctant you were at first to get involved in his antics. He had been pointing to a large and flat area of field where this activity could take place, showing you that there was a spot right here as well!

You slowly started walking to where he had pointed and he beamed in delight, hurrying to walk at your side.

“Psshhhh no you won’t! This is gonna be awe-some~! I’ll show you all my super secret techniques that are one hundred percent foolproof! … Minus all the times they weren’t- I mean you didn’t hear that!”

Before you knew it you were standing with him in the grass, looking around for a moment, and then… Itto started what looked like stripping, taking his coat off with gusto and casting it to the ground powerfully, and then his hand was going to his belt-

“Oh my gods Itto why are you taking your clothes off-“

“It’s professional sumo attire!”

Of course it was, and of course you should’ve seen something like this coming. You’d already accepted long ago that Itto was… a very unique character. But hey, he kept you on your toes, especially with how he constantly made you feel like a cat raising its hackles.

“DO NOT GET NAKED!”

“I’M NOT GETTING NAKED, I JUST GOTTA FEEL THE BREEZE ON MY-!”

“IT LOOKS LIKE YOU ARE- KEEP YOUR PANTS ON DAMMIT!”

“Fiiiine-nuh!”

Keeping his belt and pants on, lest he show the entire wilderness something that could never be unseen, you two eventually stood facing one another.

Itto looked like this was the best thing that could be happening right now. You looked vaguely regretful you had somehow agreed to this.

“I’m gonna break my glasses-”

He left you no time to back up, crouching with his hands on his knees and a toothy grin, his diamond-pupils honed in on you. Those red horns were looking particularly pointy right now.

“Ready!… Set!… Go!”

Your immediate thought as you launched towards him was that this was a terrible idea.

His long powerful legs pounded across the dirt and that wild grin still on his face with his red eyes, ripping up the dirt as he charged at you.

Your reflexes screamed at you to dodge this veritable mountain of a man coming at you like, well like a raging bull.

You braced yourself and then-

The wind was knocked out of you as you collided with him in a weighted clash of bodies, all but smacking into him and you scrambled to get a hold on something since you were meant to be wrestling, grabbing his clothes with a death grip.

You felt his large hands land on your torso above your hips, gripping somewhat tightly as his fingers curled into you.

You were not someone who wrestled as a daily activity and did the only thing you could think of, which was to basically lean all your weight forward and attempt to push Itto towards the edge of the dohyō, which he’d told you was the proper name for a sumo ring while he’d scratched it into the dirt with his foot.

You were so focused on what you were doing, breathing heavily and pushing forward with everything you had, you failed to register you had basically shoved your face into Itto’s upper chest, staring straight down his abdomen while you strained against him.

Bearing your teeth, you grunted out a huff of effort and gave him another shove.

C’mon, you could do this, you could do this!

…

Since you were looking downwards at the ground you could see the movement of his legs, and so far… he had kind of been taking small steps back as you kept your grip tight and pushed against him.

But… then you felt him actually retaliate against your efforts.

All he did was… push against you gently and lean into you like you were to him, just slightly, and his feet stopped moving completely.

It took a long, painful moment of you audibly grunting and huffing for it to click, and suddenly you paused.

You had been pushing against him with everything you had, head shoved into his chest and shoes digging into the dirt from the effort, and Itto… had used a fraction of his body mass to counter you and now you were basically pushing against an immovable wall.

Slowly, agonisingly slowly, you slackened your grip on his sides and stopped pushing. You didn’t have the bravery to look up, forehead still flush to his sternum.

“Itto… you’re not moving. Like… at all.”

The tapping of his fingers against your waist was enough to startle you and tilt your head to look up at him.

He was looking down at you with wide crimson eyes and furrowed brows, mouth working silently for a second before he found his voice and he stammered over himself.

“Uh… well! Y’know, thaaat… was a super awesome strong start! You’ve got all the enthusiasm of a real tough fighter, I bet you could take down a hundred Tenryou soldiers-”

You groaned over the top of him, letting your head drop back against his chest, feeling how it vibrated as he spoke.

A surge of giggles burst from your throat at the futility of the situation; you were giving it your all and this Oni wasn’t budging an inch. He was just too strong; you were no more than a fly pushing on a bull’s flank.

He trailed off while you started laughing loudly, and you tried to start shoving yourself against him again, dirt being pushed up from the toes of your shoes behind you.

“Itto you dumb Oni, this isn’t working-!”

“No no no, I think I’m moving this time! I can feel it! It’s happening!”

You only snorted as you released your grip from his clothes to slam your hands against his abdomen, now trying this new approach.

You failed to notice in your endeavours how underneath your palms the muscles clenched and above you he barked out a noise between a laugh from the sensation and a grunt.

“Oh shut up, you’re not moving! Hah… Gods why’re you so hard to move?”

At last you gave up, admitting defeat and sagging against him, panting from completely exerting yourself while he had basically held you in place, unbudging.

A second passed and then it clicked how this position must have looked for a bystander: you, panting and exhausted, your head resting over his heart and your hands on his exposed abdomen, leaning into him, while he had his hands planted on your waist with a firm grip, leaning slightly into you as well.

… Nothing strange about this, no sir.

Taking a step back but unable to retreat further due to his hold, you have peered up at him with a scrunched brow and flushed face.

You didn’t expect to see the visible blush to his cheeks, starting to match the shade of his horns.

Rolling your eyes, you let go of him to run a hand through your hair.

“Hmph… told you sumo wrestling isn’t my thing. Can we just say you won and have this be done alre- wh-!”

You yelped when suddenly your feet were off the ground, the world blurred briefly and then… you were on your back.

It all happened so fast, but with a single movement your oni companion had swept you off your feet and semi-thrown you to the ground, sumo wrestling style… with a couple subtle changes.

He was kneeling at your side, leaning over you. His hands had moved; one was now flat on your stomach, fingers splayed out. That must have been how he pushed you. The other… was cradling your head, and had cushioned it from smacking against the dirt.

Gods why did his hand have to be literally almost the size of your entire head. Why did this man have be so large in general?

He wasn’t directly hovering over you or anything, but somehow just feeling his broad hands resting on you made you feel incredibly small.

Looking at him with a stunned expression, he merely gave a toothy grin, his little fangs flashing mischievously in the afternoon sunlight.

“Woohoo, guess that’s another win for Arataki ‘The Oni Sumo King’ Itto! I am pretty good at it, ain’t I?”

You opened your mouth but he kept talking.

“Ah ah ah, I know you must wanna express your complete awe of my amazing skills, but please, I don’t need to hear it! …But also, feel free to say it anyway, I’m all ears!”

He turned his head so that his slightly pointed ear was facing you, and you raised an eyebrow.

“Well… you beat me. Congratulations I guess. Even if it wasn’t much of a fight for you.”

You grunted when his hands both went to your shoulders, wrapping around them and pulling to sit you up.

“Nahhh don’t sell yourself short like that! I get it, I’m a tough opponent to beat! Never mind those tengu who can, I don’t get how they’re so skinny yet so strong… pssh anyway!”

He gave you a firm and reassuring shoulder pat before shifting to sit cross-legged opposite you while you brushed the dirt from yourself after lying on the ground. For some reason you kind of missed the support of his large palm behind your head.

“You gave it your all, and that’s what matters! Believe me, it’s aaaall about the attitude. Take it from the most charismatic and beloved gang leader in town!”

You exhaled and squinted at him. Despite basically owning you in that sad excuse for a sumo match, his cheeks were still strangely flushed for how little effort he needed to use for it.

You shrugged at him with a defeated smile.

“Weeeell, I dunno about ‘beloved,’ but I appreciate you trying to make me feel better about it anyway.”

Snickering at how his jaw dropped again in shock for the second time, you got to your feet and extended a hand to him. “C’mon Oni, let’s get moving. It’s gonna get late soon.”

Despite pouting at you he didn’t hesitate to encompass your smaller hand with his much larger one, even if he definitely didn’t need your meagre tugging to help him to his feet.

He was still ruffled, letting go of your hand to run it through his wild mane of white hair.

“I’ll have you know I’m very beloved! Like for real, who could resist the famous Arataki charm? Hah, I could go on for ages, I’m beloved by the gaaang, by the tooown, by- uh…”

By now you were walking side by side, and you hummed curiosity when he started to sound unsure.

“U-uh… maybe… beloved by yooou? Hahahah…!” His voice cracked a bit at the end of his laughter there.

Smirking, you nudged his broad shoulder with your own.

“Man, I gotta think about that one Itto, it’s hard to say…”

He attempted to wave it off with a lot of dismissive sounds and shaky laughs, and you shook your head and sighed.

“Relax buddy, I guess you’re beloved by me as well. You do have your moments.”

All doubt was wiped from his face and a blinding confident grin took its place.

“Waitreally? I mean yes, see, the charm is irresistible! No take backs, I’m beloved by you and you said it yourself so now no one else can say otherwise! Another win for Arataki ‘The Most Beloved’ Itto!”

“You’re gonna be Arataki ‘The Most Late’ Itto if we don’t hurry up.”

He didn’t seem perturbed, slinging an arm across your shoulders and crushing you into his side. You eyed his black nails resting near your face and the red markings on each finger while he gestured nonchalantly.

“We’ll be fiiiine, we got plenty of time! Why rush when we can enjoy this beee-autiful scenery!”

“Oh yeah, like what?”

“Like y- heyyyy like uh that… that amazing and totally not average bush over there!”

“Wow. Truly awe-inspiring.”

What a pair you made.

That’s all lmao hope that was entertaining.

P.S. This is not the only time Weaver has to tell Itto to keep his pants on.

#itto x reader #i just want itto fluff #arataki itto genshin #genshin impact itto x reader #genshin impact #itto fanfiction #arataki itto x reader

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Okay I just found out something. So we all know Captain Marvel. (BTW this post is for marvel fans) and her movie. I've watched that movie multiple times. Love it, I think it's written fairly well, great CGI, funny script, good lore and story, love how everything ties in, overall its a really good movie; and captain marvel is one of my favourite superheroes, and one of the most badass.

WHY THE F*CK do people think she's a "bad movie and bad superhero" like it's one of the really good B.E movies! (Before Endgame)

**I'm using B.E as Befoee Endgame because A.E (after endgame) is arguably the worse marvel era. Don't get me wrong, it has some great stuff in A.E, but B.E is just better overall.

Anyways, back to what I was saying. I think k Brie Larson was a great actress and did really well portraying the character Captain Marvel. Not to mention captain marvel was one of the overpowered superheroes in the B.E era, before they started making everyone OP to defeat big CGI villains and to make their movies more action packed to get more views and stuff. She had good plotline, good powers, cool backstory, funny, and genuinely one of my favourite female superheroes.

I would love to see her as the new face of the MCU, A.E. considering they killed off what was generally considered the "face" of the MCU, Iron Man and Captain America, they haven't put much focus on one or two specific people to be aforementioned face.

Captain marvel hasn't been killed off, she has amazing potential, and she's personally one of my favourite 'Big Badass Backup To Fight Big Strong Villain" in those "No hope left" moments.

I don't understand the hate on her. May e its because she was, along with Natasha Romanff, one of the first female superheroes on-screen in the MCU. Sexism is a big thing in movies and stuff, but I have some reasons why I think she and another person- who I will mention later- should be the next 'Face of the MCU'.

1: the previous 'face' duo was Iron man and Captain America. So it sta ds to reason, along with what marvel has been doing to be more racially and gender inclusive, that we should have 2 female superheroes.

Yes I know the whole 'really overexaggerated feminist film superhero plotline new budget annoying superhero to earn more money and get higher ratings' thing is annoying; but hear me out.

Point 2: I have a few options, but to continue off of point 1; I feel like a good combo would be The Scarlet Witch and Captain Marvel. (Wanda Maximoff and Carol Danvers)

They are both powerful, badass, good storyline, great actors behind them heroes/characters. They could make for a good duo to contrast from the B.E duo of men.

Point 3: yes u know that Wanda is 'dead' BUT before the rocks fell on her, you could clearly see a flash of RED MAGIC in the rocks. After the entire Dr Strange MoM (multiverse of madness) plotline was 'Scarlet Witch has grown in power she's following us into DUFFERENT DIMENSIONS and was prophesied since the DAWN OF TIME, and has unlocked much more of her powers, I HIGHLY doubt some normal old rocks would kill her.

It's just unlikely considering how obscure some of marvels foreshadowing has been, we know that they foreshadow films that come out like 3 years later.

Point 4: moving away from Captain Marvel and Wanda, how about a new duo.

Bucky Barnes and Yelena Belova. Its similar to the old duo of Captain America (man out of time, from 1940, soldier) and Iron Man (normal human, with special training/ gear that is one of the only things that makes them super.)

This duo would be interesting, especially as we've seen both bucky AND yelena on an official marvel movie poster together.

I personally love both characters;and it pays homage to the golden age of marvel B.E.

Bucky is homage to Captain America (obviously) and Yelena is homage to both Iron Man AND Natasha Romanoff.

And it could allow for more opportunity of the old age to come shining back through the new age, in the form of two humans, who have a rivalry,

(I think it would be interesting to have bucky and yelena to have a mild rivalry at least, considering we chose them due to there similarities with the old duo, cap and stark)

Who are also enhanced in ways that gives them an advantage in fighting, and it could give a lot of opportunity to save marvel. And bucky is a fan favourite character, so considering marvels reputation going down now their movies are getting worse COMPARED TO B.E, I think this could be a great way to bring the nostalgia of the old movies back.

So my original rant was about captain marvel being hated. Sorry for making you read all this, and if you have read everything here, I thank you immensely for giving me the time and chance.

I really miss the B.E era, and hate how they kill off all the OG great characters for new, sh*ttier superheros like Kamala Khan.

So here is just some ideas in my passionate rant which I would love to see. I love Wanda and Captain marvel, but personally I think I would prefer the Winter Soldier and White Widow duo because it would need less fancy magic CGI, and give the film(s) they appear in a more B.E and better quality feel then just a bunch of CGI that takes away from the quality of the movie and storyline, and the lack of CGI ( I mean the bright magic flashy stuff they constantly use in A.E, not the general cgi they more often use in B.E)

Would give the film(s) a better, more enostalgic, more authentic, emotional, just overall better film quality and plotline.

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A little more warmth

Eönwë was more surprised that the Balrog had actually remembered the concept of payment in lieu of pillaging than by the offer, but his head and ears were nicely warm now, and he was more fond of the cute white and yellow patterns on blue than he had assumed; he did, however, fear for the bobble's safety just a little bit. "If it isn't too much trouble," he said, polite as always, yet failed to suppress a giddy smile and blush. Who would've thought that one day he would be the one getting pampered by a big, strong Maia instead of all the expectations of courtship resting on his shoulders?

❅ Pairings: Gothmog x Eönwë, background Fingon x Maedhros

❅ Characters: Eönwë, Gothmog, Ori, Maedhros, Fingon, Caranthir, Aiwendil (briefly), Nári (mentioned), a guest appearance by a very special mortal

❅ Synopsis: After Gothmog successfully talked Eönwë into going on a date asked Eönwë out, the two Maiar visit the market together to buy some gifts, argue and enjoy each other's company - while making everyone else's day significantly worse. Also featuring a few fun cameos from my giftee's favourite characters.

❅ Featuring: Canondivergence/AU - everyone's alive and happy, holiday fluff, awkward dates, bickering, marketplace stroll, kissing, holding hands, fluff & humor

❅ Warnings: Some sexual humor and innuendo

❅ A gift for @i-did-not-mean-to, written for the @whiteoliphaunt exchange. IDNMT also kindly let me use this super cute star divider.

➥ Read on AO3

"Do you think this is... appropriate?" Eönwë asked bashfully, referring to the fact that his hand was presently being held by a larger, clawed one.

"How else am I supposed to let everyone know that this hot piece of ass is mine?" Gothmog retorted, chuckling when he looked over to see his not-quite-official lover blushing furiously.

"Language," Eönwë hissed and squeezed his hand for emphasis, but made no move to pull away. Gothmog had suspected for a while now that he secretly enjoyed open displays of affection and even desire more than he would like to admit, stuck in his mindset of etiquette and propriety as he was.

"Let's get you something to keep your ears warm, hm? The tips are all red," Gothmog teased, gently tugging on the smaller Maia's feathered ear before pulling him over to the nearest market stand that had any sort of textiles for sale.

A Dwarf with reddish brown hair was currently leaning over a box filled with wool, engaged in spirited conversation with a dark-haired Human, only for their fun to be woefully interrupted by the appearance of a Balrog.

"Hey you," Gothmog addressed the Dwarf. "Do you have something to put on the head of a pretty little hero? He's all red from the cold."

"Gothmog, please." Eönwë flashed the duo an apologetic smile. "He is... very enthusiastic today."

"Oh, um... that's lovely!" the Dwarf replied with as much elation as he could muster, still seemingly spooked by the way two Maiar had just interrupted his conversation. "I have a couple of hats you could try... woolly ones, some with bobbles too –"

"A bobble hat. Blue if you have that," Gothmog interrupted, grinning from one non-existent ear to another.

"Must you always attempt to ridicule me?" Eönwë grumbled, his plumage fluffing up defensively, but the Balrog patted his head as their unwilling acquaintances beheld the spectacle. While the Dwarf searched his wares, nervous but determined and smiling unerringly, the Human appeared to be strangely entertained by the scene she was witnessing.

"I have blue with a bit of yellow –"

"Perfect." Gothmog snatched the hat he was offered and placed it on the smaller Maia's lovingly patted head, pulling it over his eyes in his enthusiasm.

"Aww. You look cute. Do you like it?" He flicked the bobble with his claw while Eönwë adjusted the hat and smiled at the friendly Dwarf.

"It is very lovely, my dear –" His sharp eyes caught the small name tag made of clay that was attached to a thick woolly shawl. "Ori."

"And it suits you, good sir," Ori complimented, "the blue matches your eyes. Well, um, your current ones, I mean. Mahal told us that your kind can change that at will, but –"

"Yes, he's very pretty, with and without his blue eyes. And he's my boyfriend," Gothmog cut in, a hint of smugness in his tone. "Do you want the hat, bird? I'll get it for you."

"If it isn't too much trouble," he said, polite as always, yet failed to suppress a giddy smile and blush. Who would've thought that one day he would be the one getting pampered by a big, strong Maia instead of all the expectations of courtship resting on his shoulders?

Gothmog, lord and brother to the bane of dwarven kind, leaned closer to Ori who flinched a little. "You. Do you accept gems as payment?"

"G-gems? Yes, certainly... uh... which ones do you have?"

Instead of answering, Gothmog merely pointed at his gem-encrusted shoulders. Ori's eyes widened. "Oh! Yes, one of those is quite alright!"

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"I am most grateful for your kindness, but did you have to scare the poor Dwarf like that?" Eönwë rebuked, the bobble on his head wobbling from the force of his righteous indignation.

Gothmog took advantage of his momentary distraction to reclaim his hand and hold it as they continued their market stroll.

"Hey. Now the little guy has a trophy for his bravery, facing the mightiest and most terrible of all Balrogs!" He chuckled to himself. "Nári would try to fight me on that, but she isn't here."

"Thankfully so." While Eönwë feared no opponent on the battlefield, neither the bite of a Balrog's whip nor the edge of their blades, he knew to respect the sharpness of her tongue.

"Don't let her hear that either." Gothmog looked around for other things of interest, then suddenly pointed at another stand. "Speaking of people with flaming hair, isn't that the Elf who escaped you back in the day?"

It was indeed. The former high king of the Noldor, known as Maedhros after his time in Beleriand, was busying himself with the making of candles, carefully dipping them in wax over and over again until he was satisfied with their shape and thickness.

"How do you even know about that?" Eönwë asked, referring to his companion's previous question.

"Mairon told us everything," Gothmog shrugged, "and this one escaped us too. Slippery little Elf. But still just as flammable as his father."

Eönwë elbowed him warningly. "If we are to talk to him, please refrain from making such comments. And don't set anything on fire."

"Fine."

Maedhros appeared to be blissfully oblivious to their approach, focused on his candles as well as a certain other Noldo manning a stand close by, carving soap and exchanging the occasional glance and smile with him. Eönwë recognised Fingon, yet realised too late that this other former high king was, unfortunately, yet another victim of Gothmog in particular.

Before he could intervene, they had already spotted each other, and a huge grin appeared on the Balrog's face.

"Soap, huh?"

"Would you prefer me carving something out of your horns?" Fingon retorted, managing a smile that was a little too pleasant in return.

"You could certainly try, little Elf."

"I could indeed. You don't have your friends with you this time."

"Enough. No more of this," Eönwë said firmly and greeted the two Noldor with a respectful nod. "May we have a look at your wonderful work?"

"Sure. Though I am not sure what you need a candle for if you have a Balrog with you," Fingon said with a cheeky wink at Maedhros.

"Some of them are scented," the red-haired Elf hummed, watching wax drip from the candles he was currently working on. "I suspect Balrogs are not."

"Perfume is even more flammable than incarnates," Gothmog said lightly and walked closer to Maedhros' stand to take a whiff. "What's that supposed to be?"

"Berries. The others are vanilla and sandalwood."

"Ah." Gothmog continued sniffing. "Interesting."

"Nothing you would find in Angband."

"Heh. You know it."

Eönwë made sure to stay close to his companion and admired the candles.

"I didn't know this was one of your hobbies," he said.

"He has developed quite the skill with candles and other things like them."

Maedhros blushed furiously, and Gothmog eyed the two Elves as if there was something suspicious about the comment, though whatever hidden meaning it held was lost on the ever innocent wind spirit.

"And you with soap it seems," Eönwë chirped happily, ignoring the awkward atmosphere, and walked over. "So many lovely scents too... may I touch these?"

He pointed at the artfully sorted and stacked bars of soap.

"Of course."

"I've had candles, but never soap," Gothmog commented and lowered his head to sniff a green bar Eönwë had picked up for closer inspection. "What's this scent even?"

"Fir," Fingon answered. "You probably didn't have that in Angband either."

"What's a Balrog supposed to do with a tree anyway? Turn it into firewood?"

"Please never repeat that when Lady Yavanna is near," Eönwë chided. "Speaking of the lords and ladies though – which scent do you think would please Lord Manwë and Lady Varda, Fingon?"

"Vanilla," Gothmog snorted and proceeded to heartily laugh at his own joke while his three former and current enemies stared at him in silent disbelief.

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"No. Absolutely not."

"Yes. Very yes."

"Gothmog, please. How am I supposed to look anyone in the eye after this?"

"You don't have to. I could just take you home and keep you as my pet bird until the end of Arda."

Eönwë glowered at the grinning Balrog.

"You are not going to publicly purchase lace underwear for me," he said, slowly and empathically. "Neither I nor poor Caranthir want to have that conversation, I would imagine."

"If that angry little Elf doesn't want to talk about lace, he shouldn't be making it," Gothmog huffed and gripped Eönwë's hand to pull him over to the stand of Caranthir who was already eyeing them with mild dismay. Unfortunately for the heroic herald, he lacked both the size and strength to prevent the inevitable embarrassment.

"Hey you," Gothmog greeted the Noldorin prince with his usual lack of courtesy. "Do you think you have something that would look cute on my boyfriend?"

Eönwë's sigh of exasperation caused all nearby textiles to flutter dangerously and Caranthir to stare in disbelief.

"Manwë's herald is dating a Balrog of Morgoth?"

"You watch what you're saying, Elf. The boss doesn't like that name," Gothmog growled before the other Maia could respond.

Caranthir was still staring. Eönwë resisted the urge to hide his face underneath his wings and cleared his throat. "We have... become more closely acquainted."

"That's his way of saying we're dating, yes." Gothmog smacked the counter with his free hand. "While I'm at it: Be sure tell your uncle too. Tell him that I meet up with the pretty bird to train now, and afterwards we f–"

"Gothmog!"

"What?! Just making sure."

"You have said more than enough!"

Caranthir blinked a few times, watching as the two Maiar turned back to face him after their brief argument.

"You... you meant that?"

"Yes! Need I say it again?"

"No. Please don't."

He cast one last glance at Eönwë who merely closed his eyes and prayed that all his embarrassment would be cleansed in Arda Healed.

"Well..." Fighting to regain his composure, Caranthir began to look through his completed pieces. "Are you looking for anything specific?"

Gothmog shrugged. "No idea. I don't wear underwear myself, so..."

"Just look for... any sort of bottoms," Eönwë mumbled, the word alone causing him to blush. He didn't consider himself overly squeamish with language – at least not after all the foul words he had heard during the War of Wrath and after – but part of him feared this statement could somehow end up revealing too much.

"Good idea, bird." Gothmog pulled him closer and rubbed his cheek against the side of his head. "I can already imagine how cute your ass would look in some nice lace panties –"

Caranthir let out a choked noise of discomfort, but Eönwë's attention was preoccupied with something different. He had dealt with the lewd and vulgar behaviour of Melkor's servants enough times to predict what might be coming next and seized Gothmog's wrist before he could touch the part of his anatomy he was referring to.

"Not in public," he hissed. "Or else I shall be forced to draw my sword and take your hand."

"Feisty bird."

"I am a warrior. Never forget that."

In the meantime, Caranthir had selected a few pieces. With an expression that spoke of defeat, the fire in his dark eyes dim, he showed a skimpy piece of soft blue fabric with white lace.

"That one would match your hat," he commented.

Eönwë was unsure whether it was mockery or an earnest attempt at being helpful.

"Thank you for your trouble," he said with as much grace as he could. "Though I am not sure if you need my measurements or anything...?"

"You could just try it on," Gothmog suggested with a gentle nudge.

Maia and Elf alike stared at him, utterly mortified.

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"You are terrible."

Eönwë's tone was still accusatory, but Gothmog remained unfazed.

"Drink, bird," he encouraged with a gentle nudge – one that would have still sent any incarnate flying, but caused only a mild rustle of feathers thanks to the smaller Maia's impeccable stance and balance.

"Fine," Eönwë mumbled and took a sip of mulled wine, critically eyeing the beverage. The taste was more pleasant than he had anticipated, but he needed to be careful not to drink too much, lest he be seen tipsy or even drunk in the company of a Balrog. His lack of alcohol tolerance was something other Maiar, particularly those in Oromë's, Tulkas' and of course Melkor's service, liked to tease him about.

"Hey, don't look so glum. Don't you like shopping?" Gothmog held the bag filled with various items they had acquired up with one claw, and Eönwë couldn't help chuckling lightly. Neither of them seemed like the type to enjoy a quiet marketplace stroll, but it had been surprisingly pleasant, even with the Balrog's tendency to tease and intimidate other visitors.

"I will never hear the end of this," Eönwë lamented, though more for show than out of actual annoyance, and downed half of his cup for dramatic effect. "Buying underwear together with the Lord of Balrogs... oh the amount of questions I will have to answer."

"I don't get why people are even wondering," Gothmog shrugged and practically inhaled his wine, causing steam to rise from his mouth and nostrils. "I mean, what's there to ask? Everyone's seen that cute ass of yours, and I bet I'm not the only one who –"

"Enough," Eönwë hissed. Aiwendil, who had been feeding some pigeons nearby, was staring at them with wide, curious eyes, but squirrelled away when he realised he had been noticed.

"Anyway. It's mine and I want it to look pretty."

"If you insist."

"Aw, birdie..." Gothmog wrapped one arm around his shoulder, and Eönwë found himself reflexively leaning against him despite his (futile) attempts at salvaging his dignity. "I was hoping that, if I get you some nice stuff for your collection, you'll be in the mood to try on those panties later... and show me how pretty you look in them..."

"We shall see if your behaviour warrants such a reward."

"Must you always be so strict with me? And with yourself too?"

When Eönwë looked up at his companion, surprised by his observation, Gothmog's smile was weirdly disarming.

"Y-you need to understand that I need to maintain a certain decorum, even though I... admittedly have grown quite fond of you," he attempted to explain himself.

Gothmog shook his head. "Eh, I'm sure they want you to believe that, but you also know we think differently. You deserve to have fun too."

His expression shifted to a devious grin. "As do I. May I perhaps have a kiss then?"

"In public?" Eönwë asked nervously.

In lieu of a response, Gothmog dropped the bag, fished a mistletoe twig out of it and held it over their heads with his free hand – an easy feat thanks to his greater size.

"See? Now we're basically socially obligated to kiss."

"Did... did I already say you are –"

"Terrible? Yes. And smart and handsome too."

"Was this Melkor's idea?"

"Maybe. Does it matter?"

It didn't, and Eönwë knew just as well as Gothmog did that he tended to talk too much and ask too many questions when he was flustered. Accepting that he had been outsmarted by his fiery lover and mortal enemy, he proudly raised his head to receive a searing hot yet gentle kiss.

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xoxo-ren-xoxo · 5 months

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life game asks! 🌓🧨⚡️🌹❄️

🌓 opinions on the watcher lore?

yall KNOW im insane about this. Martyn's canon, the general fanon, everything from EVO... I am insane. I have my own Watcher Lore which is very very Sad also

🧨 favourite season and why?

This is so tricky. I think Third Life will always be special to me just because of how hard it went with the drama, and because of just how different the POVs are (e.g., the difference in how desert duo appears from their own pov vs everyone elses). However Limited Life was the first I watched live so it is my beloved, and Secret Life is maybe my favourite concept!

⚡️most cinematic death?

It has GOT to be Scar's final death in Third Life, hasn't it? Next to Ren's yellowlife beheading in Third Life. But there are so many outside of Third Life that it is really hard to pick. Jimmy falling (being pushed) in Limited Life?!

🌹if you could add one more player, who would it be?

God this is a good question. It has to be a hermit I think, just for the dynamics. It wouldn't work at all but if I could add Joe Hills... <3 Doc would be super fun too especially if Ren was there.

❄️ be honest, which character do you care about the least?

This is such a mean question you're so mean to me. Hm. I'm watching every POV for Secret Life so I suppose now is the best time to answer with a full range of viewership. I think I'm always least excited for Lizzie's POV? Though I really enjoy her videos still, I don't watch her stuff outside of the life series so I'm not super attached to her content. I still love her tho. This was such a mean question I literally love them all.

#ben chats shit on the internet #ask #life series #traffic series #traffic smp #trafficblr #secret life #limited life #third life #ask game

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partnersincrimesuau · 2 years

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PARTNERS IN CRIME - Stevinel SU Fan Comic Chapter 2: Rogues Like Me Page No. 6

Ch.1 Start Ch.2 Start Previous Next

(One of my personal favourite pages this chapter so far!!! ^^)

(SUPER SPECIAL SHOUTOUT TO MY BESTIE @thecrystalpinkspinner!!! She owns three of the beautiful elite and spinel duos featured on this page ^^ I couldn’t have done this page without ur help, my friend!!!☆ﾟ･:*:･｡★)

This page is a bit of a lore flashback mixed with a real flashback – Spinel thinks about herself and her ‘sisters’, who are gems she’s never met before, but are gems that were made the same as her.

And we’re talking about the good ol’ caste system again!!! Spinels are jesters, designed to entertain and accompany their higher gems (hence the elites at the top of the page) and are not intended for any other use.

Therefore, what happens when a spinel is abandoned, or turns rogue…?

(From the left: Almandine, Melanite, Taaffeite, Fire Opal, and Tanzanite (and Pink Diamond, of course ^^))

Info about PIC here. Join the official PIC discord server!

(Made in FireAlpaca) Steven Universe is owned by Rebecca Sugar

#partners in crime chapter 2 #partners in crime #steven universe comic #stevinel #spinel steven universe #spinel #pink diamond #elite gems #steven universe #remember this page...

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Shu's Seventeen Song Recs (for @heavenfilm) - sorry obviously I didn't add every single song in but they have no skips so I recommend just listening to everything!

Shu's cry songs (ie, the songs I listen to when I write angst... or the songs that some of my moots might want to yank away from me because I love angst haha also yes I'm aware some of these are happier sounding songs...)

when I grow up

healing (I listen to this when I travel and it does make me sob on the airplane...)

beautiful

highlight (uhm... idk how to explain this being here... I love the soothing sound of the music)

lean on me

don't listen in secret

smile flower

don't wanna cry

habit

if i

without u

lilili yabbay (same as highlight I like the sound of the music)

pinwheel

flower

campfire

thanks

run to you

our dawn is hotter than day (I listen to this during plane take offs... also makes me sob for some reason)

hug

home

lie again

247

second life

fallin flower

my my

kidult

together

24H

all my love

not alone

anyone

same dream, same mind, same night

imperfect love

I can't run away

2 minus 1

power of love

circles

don quixote

shadow

if you leave me

fml

I don't understand but I luv u

dust

April shower

Now - even if the world ends tomorrow

SOS

yawn

headliner

silent boarding gate (jun solo)

hai cheng (minghao solo)

Shu's happy music (ie, the songs I listen to when I want to be hyped up)

adore u

mansae

pretty u

love letter

aju nice

beautiful

boom boom

swimming fool (SUPER FUN SONG)

CLAP

flower

rocket

thinkin' about you

call call call!

holiday

come to me

moonwalker

good to me

shhh

getting closer

happy ending

hit

fear

let me hear you say

network love

back it up

snap shoot

left and right

together

Home;Run

Ah! Love

heaven's cloud

ready to love

anyone

Gam3 Bo1

Wave

to you

rock with you

crush

Pang!

darl+ling

_world

hot

don quixote

March

domino

shadow

'bout you

ash

dream

super

fire

Sara Sara

god of music

diamond days

back 2 back

monster

psycho (jun solo)

tiger power (uhm... Hoshi's unofficial solo)

spider (hoshi solo)

Shu's favs (ie, Shu's favourite songs... oddly similar to Shu's cry songs...)

pretty u

aju nice

don't wanna cry

habit

if i

pinwheel

campfire

thinkin' about you

thanks

run to you

come to me

our dawn is hotter than day

good to me

hug

happy ending

fear

network love

fallin flower

left and right

together

kidult

Ah! Love

all my love

heaven's cloud

ready to love

anyone

gam3 bo1

to you

rock with you

imperfect love

I can't run away

2 minus 1

_world

Hot

don quixote

shadow

'bout you

if you leave me

ash

fml

super

fire

I don't understand but I luv u

dust

April shower

Sara Sara

SOS

headliner

yawn

silent boarding gate

hai cheng

Shu's picks (ie, songs which gives me HUGE brain rot for seventeen. either the videos are my favourites or I love the growls in the song... ahem anyway)

pretty u (listen... jeonghan's fancam from one of last year's performances when his hair was long... my absolute favourite)

aju nice (needs no explanation)

healing

don't wanna cry

if I (I love the instrumental in between the verses)

pinwheel

flower

rocket

falling for you (duet between my loves? jeonghan and Joshua? yes please)

call call call! (the intro is everything)

holiday (just a fun song!)

our dawn is hotter than day

good to me (this does something to me....)

hug

happy ending

fear

network love

back it up

network love

fallin flower (fun fact! there's this panda I like who always rolls around... her name is he Hua which means peace flower.. anyway when she rolls I literally hum fallin fallin fallin...)

left and right

kidult

24H

Ah! Love (the 95 liners in one song? them saying ah! love is you? obviously I love it)

all my love

heaven's cloud (soft yet fluffy)

ready to love (Joshua's voice is dreamy)

anyone (I fell in love with Joshua because of the special video)

gam3 bo1 (really fun sound!)

rock with you

crush

Pang!

2 minus 1 (American duo!!!)

darl+ling

circles (ie the song that makes all carats sob)

HOT

don quixote

shadow (.... the growls.. I just melt)

ash

fml

super

fire (watch the fancam...)

I don't understand but I luv u (also... watch the fancam)

dust

April shower

Sara Sara

SOS

headliner

god of light music (duh!)

#shu's daydreaming ☁︎#yea this is almost everything i think #obviously i didn't include every single song although i love all of seventeen's discography #this is my personal taste so if anyone is wondering where a certain song is #it's in my playlists i do listen to all of seventeen's songs #these are just my picks to recommend to heaven #Spotify

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mahou-furbies · 4 months

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Closing thoughts on Mahou Tsukai Precure!

Since I ended up progressing at unexpectedly rapid speed with the first half of this season I wondered if I would manage to fit everything in this year's summary, and it turns out I did, with a couple days to spare too!

I had seen that the general opinion on this season skews negative, expect for the shippers, which I am not, so I didn't have too high expectations. But I'd say that for me it managed to crawl its way to mid tier.

Like I said in the first impressions post I somehow thought Mirai would be a more toned down lead, but unfortunately that was not the case. Especially in the beginning she really got on my nerves, with how she forced herself into Riko's company and how in many episodes her energetic and carefree way clashed with Riko. But things improved on this front when they properly became friends, and overall I think characters like this work better in a duo where attention can be divided more equally over a group where it can lead to the whole cast singing the praises for her virtues. In the end Mirai isn't the worst of her ilk but I didn't like her either. Cute clothes though.

Then there's Riko who in theory should be my fave, with her more serious mannerisms, but she's tied so strongly to Mirai who drags her down that I didn't end up getting a lot out of her. Still she was likable enough and I would have liked to see more of her working through her insecurities.

Mofurun also exists and… she's just too much, she's such an unbelievably cutesy, saccharine, twee, cloying mascot (especially the voice) that it's a definite no for me. However I must admit that she didn't really ~do~ anything wrong, like she doesn't instigate mascot-causes-trouble escapades and in general manages to be surprisingly chill and level-headed. So begrudgingly I have to concur that she makes for an alright mascot even though I certainly won't miss her.

So completely unexpectedly my favourite character turned out to be the magical baby, who knew? Though to be fair she had very little presence in her infant and baby forms and the next one skipped toddler and went right to small child. Her excited and a little out of breath "Haa!" simply works for me every single time she says it, and she also sounds super elegant in her Cure form; overall very good voice acting work on her. And green cure discourse aside I like her design a lot as well, especially the powerup form. She also has a unique role in both the story (her origin and final fate) and character dynamics (the child to Mirai and Riko's mothers), which is definitely a rarity in Precure. She was responsible for quite a lot of trouble though so logically I shouldn't like her as much as I do, but I've decided to open up my heart for her.

The plot was pretty weak, nobody watches Precure for the plot but here the pacing somehow felt particularly plodding and big revelations weren't set up well enough. Like the headmaster's Very Special Friend, that stuff came out of nowhere, and the show also switches its end boss in the middle but takes its sweet time introducing the new one so we're left with flat randos we know nothing about for way too long. Overall incredibly weak villains, might be an all-time low for Precure. I read that the overdesigned smug bishie one is more popular but to me he was just as boring as the rest.

The supporting cast was decent though and I really liked the three magical school classmates. Though there are two wolves inside me, and one of them wants more non-Cure friends for more varied character dynamics, but the other wants magical girl designs for everyone. I'm glad I knew not to expect them to become Cures though (even one-off side Cures) because otherwise I would have been disappointed.

Even if the story and villains were pretty weak, the finale was still great both in terms of epic mahou spectacle and emotional sendoff for the characters. And they spent a lot of time for a proper timeskip ending, I kept checking the runtime and wondering if they're actually going to focus on quiet character moments for over half of the episode and it turns out they did. So I'd say the ending was one of Precure's best. Or the actual final episode was terrible capitalistic drivel as far as I'm concerned but I'm just going to pretend it doesn't exist.

Final verdict is mixed feelings, with Ha-chan being the only real highlight, but the low points were still manageable. And now I'm ready for the sequel well in advance!

#precure #mahou tsukai precure!#review I guess

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thequeenofsarcaasm · 4 months

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Hello...Can I ask, what are your top 10 (or top 7) favorite media (can be books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series)? Why do you love them? Thanks if you want to answer....

Hey,

I think I’m incapable to do that but I’ll choose two anime, manga, books ,TV series and movies I really really liked.

Anime

My favourite is FMAB. It’s just so good. I rewatched the last three episodes yesterday and I’m still as touched as I was when I watched it for the first time almost ten years ago.

Then there’s HXH that I loved for how unique it is and for the characters. Killua is my favourite anime character ever and no one can change that.

Manga

My favourite manga is Claymore. Unpopular opinion but Claymore walked so AoT could run. It’s great not only for the plot but especially for the mainly female cast and how sick (and 🏳️‍🌈 yk) they are. Jesus. If I have a daughter one day I might call her Miria.

Saint Seiya the lost canva is the first manga I ever read. Most of it wasn’t adapted in anime and it’s a shame. The characters are super well developed, the homoerotic tension between the duos extremely palpable, and the art absolutely beautiful.

Books

I started reading seriously with The Hunger Games so I’ll always love it. It’s a super well written story with a compelling main character and plot. What really makes it special is how raw and realistic it is.

Moi Tituba sorcière is another book I absolutely loved. It’s about the first woman to be put on trial in Salem. She was an enslaved mixed race and queer woman.

TV show

Hannibal (NBC) is a show I will always recommend. My jaw was on the floor for most of it tbh. It’s excellent.

I watched Pose during the summer and it quickly won my queer heart. That show is PURE ART and I think everyone should watch it. Especially if they’re LGBTQ. So many different storylines that all circle back to one thing: community. People often forget that without Black and Brown queers the community wouldn’t be what it is . But we’ll keep fighting for visibility.

Films

Whiplash: just watch it and see for yourself.

The talented Mr Ripley, girl (gender neutral). It’s a rite of passage.

Thanks for asking 💕

#asks

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samobservessonic · 2 months

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Our story, “Ocean of Horror”, brings us the usual high quality art from Elson, but is special for another reason - the writer is Lew Stringer! Alongside Nigel Kitching, Stringer is one of the most influential writers on StC. He wrote a lot of my own favourite stories and is also the writer who created Tekno, Shortfuse and many other well-known characters in the series. I wasn’t exactly sure when he came onto the book, so it was a pleasant surprise to check the credits for this issue and see his name appear We’re going back to the Oil Ocean Zone as well, as StC continues to firmly establish the zones from Sonic 2 as part of its world. Not that Tails is very happy to be here. As if anyone can blame him for that

After smashing up some badniks, Sonic bursts into Robotnik’s latest machine, known as “The Pump”. He rightfully believes that this was way too easy and could’ve been a set-up

Robotnik gleefully jumps in on a computer monitor to tell Sonic that he’s right about that and this whole thing was a trap to lure the duo into the firing line of a bomb. Not only will the bomb destroy them, but it’ll turn the Oil Ocean Zone into a fireball that’ll have a catastrophic effect on the rest of Mobius!

The next sequence shows Sonic running through the zone while a timer ticks down, looking for the bomb. He’s trapped by the fact that, no matter how fast he is, he just doesn’t know where to find the bomb, putting both himself and Tails at risk. The ticking timer is an effective way to help the audience feel the stress that Sonic’s going through and we all know what happens when Sonic gets stressed in this comic…

…It’s our boy, Super Sonic!

He’s essentially doing the exact same thing that Sonic was, only he’s much faster than Sonic could be. But he’s a double-edged sword, because despite this increase in power, Super Sonic is absolutely out of control and could potentially become a bigger problem himself once the bomb is dealt with

Super Sonic finds the bomb and has no time left, so he goes straight for it. Luckily for Tails, he’s solely focused on destroying the bomb right now. The last few panels are spent on the final few seconds counting down, showing Super Sonic going faster and faster in his attempts to destroy the bomb Also, part of me actually thought the bomb might’ve been a fake-out by Robotnik to lure out Super Sonic, but then I remembered that this Robotnik doesn’t mess around like that, so of course it’s a real bomb

…Success! Super Sonic manages to destroy the bomb and use up enough power that he reverts back to Sonic. Both Sonic & Tails look cheerful about this. I mean, obviously they didn’t get blown up, which is good, but I feel like maybe they’re not as on-edge about Super Sonic as they becomes later on, once they see exactly how dangerous he can be

But all’s well that ends well, with Robotnik being the only person upset by this outcome. And that’s our first Stringer story! I’m not sure if it was the first one he wrote for StC, since the wiki says that was StC issue 30, which we haven’t quite reached on this blog yet (the next main issue we’ll be getting back to is 29), but it’s the first one I’ve read for this and I’m excited to see one of my favourite writers come into the mix. We’re off to a strong start with this standalone Super Sonic story and I know that there’s a lot more great stuff to come as we get back to regular issues for the next update

#sam observes sonic #sonic the comic #sonic the poster mag 5 #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #super sonic #dr. robotnik

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