#or just change the writting team

[lesbianseaweed]

I am really neurodivergent or i am just being written poorly

#adhd #neurodivergent #idk what im doing with my life #but it isnt working #the crew need to force me into some character development #or just change the writting team #or maybe the writters are striking idk

[folkvangr-seidr]

You're a bad idea.

Pairing: Cairo Sweet x Dom!Fem!Reader

Summary: Cairo is mesmerized by the new, mysterious student sharing a class with her.

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: cursing, steamy scene (no smut however) I think that's all?

a/n: i'm sorry if it feels a little rushed? i changed the ending almost four times. hope you enjoy!

You hated how everything was changing but still, you felt numb.

You moved to another state, you decided to focus on your writting and suddenly you became a mystery.

Or at least that's how Cairo saw you. And she loved a good mystery more than anything.

More so if the mystery was the new and gorgeous student sharing a class with her.

Yeah, maybe she was getting a little obsessed over someone she had only exchanged a few words with.

She knew very little about you. Your name. The amazing writer you were. The body she only saw once, when you crossed paths in the locker room, you having finished your training with the soccer team, she getting ready for her swimming lessons.

The way you seemed to try to blend in so no one would be able to notice you. But she did. How could she not?

So she found herself, once again, writting about you. The possibilities were endless.

Who were you? Why did you get here halfway through the course?

God, she needed some sleep.

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You were late to your first class but you couldn't care less. The creative writting lecturer was really annoying.

You didn't bother knocking on the door and just walked in, getting a few stares from other students AND, obviously, your professor.

"So you decided to finally show up? What an honor" he said.

You chose to ignore him, it was really early in the morning and you didn't have time for coffee before you left home so yes, you felt like shit.

You scanned the room looking for an empty seat somewhere you could just lay low until your eyes landed on Cairo Sweet.

Well, on the spot near her. You walked there and without another word you sat next to her and opened your laptop on your desk, ready to start writting while blocking out your teacher's voice.

You opened your most recent work, knowing full well you didn't have the energy nor the time to finish it right then but you thought you might as well give it a try.

You could feel the burning stare on the side of your head but you decided to ignore it and started typing instead, focusing on your work.

The minutes passed excruciatingly slow and you could feel yourself getting more and more annoyed at the fact that you were unable to focus on the poem you were writing.

"Trouble in paradise?" Cairo asked with a smirk, leaning closer so only you could hear.

You stared at her with no sign of emotion on your face and she felt like you could see clearly every thought she ever had.

"Mind your own bussiness" you retorted.

You saw dissapointment flash across her features before she returned her attention to the stupid lecture and for some reason all you could think about was her smirk, the small dimples on her cheeks and all those freckles.

Fuck, her face was like a sky full of stars.

You tried to focus on your work with little success when Cairo's face haunted your mind.

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Class ended and you were the first one to leave, almost as if you were in a rush so when Cairo saw you smoking against a wall near the parking lot she was pleasantly surprised and without thinking it twice, she approached you and snatched the cigarrete from your hand, allowing herself a long drag before looking up at you with that same smirk from before.

You looked at her. Really looked at her. She was gorgeous. Her tiny frame held herself with shameless wonder. You felt like some force was pulling you to her.

"What do you want from me?" you asked.

She laughed and you swear your heart skipped a few beats in that moment.

"That's a great question" she said mischievously "I'm still figuring that out"

Then she stepped closer to you and she placed the cigarrete back in your lips.

"Then find me when you do, Cairo" you said smirking back before turning around and leaving.

She felt confused, she thought she was getting somewhere but she felt like you were always running.

Cairo watched as you started your bike and drove away from the building.

You really needed that coffee now if you wanted to make it to practice later that day.

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You were distracted, which earned you a talk from the coach. You scoffed and left the field to sit on the bleachers, as he instructed you.

"Sit back there and cool down, don't want that temper on my team, kid" were his exact words.

You couldn't help it. You either felt numb or mad, there was no in-between.

You watched as the rest of the team finished some drifts and exercises and you joined them, the only answer to your move being a slightly nod from the coach.

Practice finished without further inconvinience but you always decided to run around the field while everybody went home.

You liked the solitude of it.

So you found yourself entering the locker room really late that day. You took off your shirt first thing and then looked around to find no other than Cairo Sweet, her wet hair falling around her shoulders. And she was definitely checking you out.

"Enjoying the view?" you asked raising one eyebrow at her.

"Mhmm" she muttered not looking away from your abs.

You stepped closer to her and that seemed to put her out of her trance and look straight to your face. She was blushing and biting her lower lip.

"I will ask again, Cairo. What do you want?" you took another step closer.

Her eyes darted back and forth between your eyes and you lips as she licked hers.

"I want you, Y/N" she said breathless.

And she sounded so sure of it.

Your eyes darkened as she leaned closer to you so she could trace her hand against your jaw.

"So pretty…" she said.

Something inside of you switched and in a swift movement you grabbed her hand above her head and guided her backwards until her back made contact with the locker behind her.

"Fuck" she whimpered.

You leaned so close that she could feel your breath against her mouth.

"That's what you want, Cairo? You want me to fuck you?" you demanded.

"Y-yes" she was breathing hard and you were enjoying every bit.

You released her hand and she placed it on your shoulder, tugging for you to get even closer, while your hand made its way to her collarbone, you traced it slowly and then you placed it on her throat, with just enough force to keep her head in place as you finally closed the gap and smashed your lips agains hers, kissing her hard.

You shivered when you felt her hand tracing down your torso, taking her time around your top to finally rest on your abs.

She moaned when your tongue traced her lower lip, asking for permission which she happily complied.

The sound of a door closing took you both out of your steamy make out session and you felt your body tense when you pulled apart.

"I have to go" you said "Didn't mean to start a fire" you added smirking at her.

And with that you grabbed your things and left her there, speechless and aching for you.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega x female reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #cairo sweet #cairo sweet x reader #cairo sweet x female reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x female reader #wednesday addams x fem!reader

[maxphilippa]

A lot of the neg claims about II are really just making a problem really big/treating it as , or taking things out of context, so let's talk about some of them, ESPECIALLY because of a certain someone(s) lately. Let me clarify that I know that II's writing ISN'T perfect, but nothing is perfect really, and most of these issues are misinterpretation, the choices of the fandom and/or even AE TRYING to fix the writing of a character because a certain SOMEONE was fired on early stages of the writing of said character.

So.

Let's talk about Inanimate Insanity Invitational, and the usual claims that come with it.

1. Cabby's Writing, Interpretations of Her Relationships, and ableism.

Cabby is one of the most... "controversial" characters when it comes to talk about III's writing, which it really shouldn't be like that at all, although I get where people are coming from expressing their concerns when it comes to the writing of her. Let me clarify something. Yes, I am aware that Cabby's writing changes A LOT and that it isn't perfect by any means, but I think that what people fail to understand most of the time is that Taylor was the one that started the Cabby-Test Tube storyline as a whole, and at some point as early s3 was being made, Taylor was fired from the team due to. Well, you guys know it. Pretty bad stuff. So of course, they had to figure out what direction they could go with Cabby as a whole, and to giving her character more depth than her just using her files for the game.

Now, it is obvious that they didn't plan from the start to have Cabby as a disabled character, but again, writing isn't always perfect. They had to somehow make things work. And even IF it wasn't planned, you guys have to remember the other factors that came with the writing on general. So of course her writing isn't as consistent as the writing of the other character on s3, but on later episodes it does get more better. I can see why people don't really like her arc, but those factors really matter when criticizing a form of media.

Cabby's writting and her disability isn't bad. Yes, it could've had better ways of execution, but it's not bad.

When it comes to relationships, I have seen someone seeing Cabby's relationship with Test Tube as a canonically sapphic thing because apparently Cabby's VA had that sort of intent, and therefore even claiming that Cabby suffers from lesbophobia(via claiming that she had a crush on Test Tube) and misogyny.

And that's not true. First of all, Cabby's and Test Tube's relationship is pretty much an example of friendships that don't work, and Test Tube pretty much exposed Cabby to the world and made her feel bad about herself for the rest of the episodes. A headcanon doesn't mean that the whole thing changes on canon, it's just that, a headcanon/interpretation, and claiming that what they did to her was lesbophobic is. Pretty weird. Since it is shown that Test Tube hurted Cabby a lot. As well, just because the Voice Actor had an intention, IT DOESN'T mean that the writers had said intention.

When it comes to the claims of misogyny, I still don't quite get why people try to see what isn't there.

The thing is that there isn't a lot of femenine characters on II and such, but Cabby isn't treated like that because "she doesn't do anything for men", she helps everyone on general, she cares about people. But she isn't put as a bad woman because of this. What you guys tend to forget is that. Cabby WAS kind of a prick on early s3. She DID commit mistakes and wasn't a great person, but that doesn't mean that misogyny is there just because for that. Just because people treat a fem character badly/not great BECAUSE OF HER PAST ACTIONS, doesn't mean that there's misogyny. The cast on general didn't like Cabby at all until she "redeemed" herself/changed/was true to herself. So that claim is. Pretty out of nowhere.

Now... with the ableism. I do get where you guys are coming from, but if you look into it deeply, they genuinely did have other intentions. The thing that people usually tend to forget is that the II characters aren't all white and black, they're gray. They do messed up stuff when they don't understand things. What the characters do to Cabby before she becomes more open about her disability is NEVER glorified and they always end up learning about it one way or another. Is it reasonable? Yes, was it ever justified on canon terms? Nope! People can be assholes without knowing that they're assholes and THEN learn! Things like that happen all of the time. Writers don't condone the actions of the characters.

Let's take an example at the scene with Bot and Cabby on episode 14. The main problem here was Bot giving fake information to Cabby, which yes, I agree that was a very bad move to do and you should NEVER do that to a disabled person (especially taking in count that Cabby suffers from a sort of memory disorder), but they didn't have an malicious intent whole doing so at all. Bot was still figuring out themselves and didn't want to be written down by somebody (because. THAT'S WHAT TEST TUBE AND FAN DID.), and Cabby doing the file thing was also easy to take on a bad light, but after Justin's explanation, it makes sense.

Could've it been treated on a better way? Yes. And YET, Bot apologizes for what they did to Cabby and DOES the disability aid themselves for her, and apologizes on EPISODE 15, just a few hours later probably or some days later. And on the same episode, Lifering tells Cabby that she shouldn't be ashamed of using her aids and that she shouldn't feel bad about those. Test Tube RESPECTS Cabby's space once she gets that she was wrong about her too. She knows she messed up too badly.

Later on, on episodes 16 and 17, everyone finally gets Cabby's files and respects them, because they finally saw that she actually needs those and that hey, she changed a lot. They treated her good. Characters can be human and can make mistakes, but they can also get better and learn. Although Cabby's arc is not flawless, it is still good. And all of the issues are easily explained just like that.

2. Bot's creation, and how it's never justified by them.

One of the main points that some people tend to bring on "III's poor writing" is the fact that Bot was pretty much built based on a parasocial relationship of sorts. However said people dare to say that AE portrays it as something good/thought that it was okay, and never did anything else to show Bot being uncomfortable by it, but this is NOT TRUE.

Ever since Bot found out that they were a replica of someone, they knew it was pretty fucked up coming from Test Tube and Fan. Meanwhile it is not explained the loss these two went through (The Shimmer egg probably does not count, since traces of "Bowbot" have been seen on early-mid s2), we know for a fact that what happened was pretty bad for the two of them. But, Bot never really forgave Test Tube. "What about the chat they have where Test Tube apologizes to them?", Bot is willing to give her another chance for the fact that Test Tube offered to help them to be themselves.

Even then Bot explains on their interview that the main reason they acted poorly towards Cabby, was because they got attached to Test Tube, the "only" person that could've helped them to change at the moment. However, again, III doesn't justify what Test Tube and Fan did. Sure, Bot considers them their parents, but they just created them and even when Bot was discovering themselves, Test Tube was. Still pushing the fem terms on them.

So, Bot is fully aware about their existence being fucked up, but they're just trying to live their life as well. These claims do not make any sense despite it being the easiest part to look into.

3. Invitational's writing. (And how The Bright Lights not being themselves is part of the fandoms fault, but also what happens when you try to expand an character who's arc is over).

Ah... one of the most... complicated points here. People tend to absolutely want to kill AE over the writing feeling weird or unprofessional on S3, but I think that all of you just kind of forget many factors at hand that came with it.

The reason as to why the most of the main Bright Lights were there IS because of viewer voting. The Bright Lights had their arcs finished on s2, and trying to have an story where something is going on with characters that are pretty much done in their stories is VERY difficult, and should not even happen at all. The only characters that did have something going on were Nickel, Balloon and Yinyang on s2 terms. Even OJ was just not having it.

So of course the viewer voting getting those 3 Bright Lights there kind of made things so much more mid on a building up relationships term. Other characters had a lot going on that needed to be solved, not them. I do think that AE should NEVER let the viewers do anything anymore because that's one of the weakest points of s3: most of the s2 characters. When you try to develop characters who's arc is closed, you kinda pretty much go nowhere with it. But you can't just have them sitting doing nothing till their elimination.

However... it's not bad when you forget those 3 characters (Fan, Paintbrush and Test Tube) and have the remaining s2 guys and the new characters. It isn't bad at all. In fact, their arcs are pretty consistent for the most part (except for Cabby's if we count the start of it), and the arcs of Nickel & Balloon AND Yinyang show some real growth and ARE proof that AE does know how to write characters. As long as they ACTUALLY HAVE something going on for them.

As well, something that people forget a lot when it comes to III's writing, is that it is more lighthearted on comparison to S2. Which I can get to an extent, but then, let's remember this: AE made S3 because they were burnt out from S2's writing.

They wanted to make something more fun, something that was more S1 like, and meanwhile I do get people not liking S3 at all because of this, please do remember that S3 is meant to be more silly. More funny. Less serious stuff. Until the last episodes dropped that is, but it is still it's main intention.

4. ...Transphobic? Allegations/accusations.

This point makes me feel so SO tired at this point and it's how people say "AE gets the trans characters out just when they came out" and get so SO tired of people missing the point with Bot's design, but also missing the whole Paintbrush thing.

The reason as to why they get eliminated is because they get closure to their arc, and they have to get growth off-screen. On both of Paintbrush's eliminations, they were gone as a way to have closure, because the competition wasn't a healthy place for them, and Paintbrush's growth off screen is subtle, but it is still there. Back on s2 they were scared of saying their identity, but after they got eliminated, they got comfortable enough to the point of having the non binary flag on their shared room with Fan, and are pretty respected by the whole cast afterwards.

On s3, their elimination is pretty much the same, but it's them knowing that they don't have it on themselves to keep competing in the show. They get closure with Mephone4 instead.

When it comes to Bot, I have genuinely seen people complain about AE getting rid of the "fem traits" because Bot is... nonbinary. But. That's. That's fucking dumb at this point. The pink and the EYELASHES are FROM BOW. Bot's whole arc is about finding themselves and showing their true self to the world, and Justin has confirmed that Bot still DOES like those things, but that they're trying to find themselves! Trying to be their own person! And them getting out was also them getting closure because they finally know who they are, and they know that no matter what, no one can change that for them.

And for the last part of this... it is pretty obvious that s1 and early-mid s2 had quite some poor humor regarding Painty's gender, but this can be explained by two things: 1- They were still quite young when these seasons were made, 2- Taylor was still on the team (and he was the main reason as to why there were slurs on II, please do correct me if I'm wrong), but they ended up getting treated with respect and decency despite all things. Again. It wasn't perfect. But they managed to fix it and make it work.

Now, are those factors worth pointing out? Yes, they are, but are they arguments to try and say that AE is transphobic on actual times? No. They showed growth and tried to fix their mistakes. And meanwhile it isn't flawless, it's still pretty good.

5. Nickel's Writing Is Actually Good, You Guys Are Just Too Convinced In Your Own Headcanons

Oh boy, now, if you are quite familiar with the plots I usually analyze here, you must know already how strongly I feel about Nickel as a character and his arc with Balloon as a whole. Because everyone gets them so so wrong and misses the whole point of it. You may know this but people complain a lot about Nickel's arc taking "too long" or "being way too rushed", and both of those takes are pretty much wrong. Some also say that Nickel was worthy of a big villain just because, oh, what was his crime? Sucking at communication and trying to protect his alliance from someone he saw as dangerous at the time? That's called being a complicated character. That's literally it. Some even complain about him "not getting what he deserves" but he pretty much does get called out on the series, but also yelling at him and telling him to die won't help.

That's now how it works. Nickel's arc makes sense and it was long because he had to solve a lot about himself and about learning how to be a good, genuine friend. He became soft because he ended up having people (ex: Box) that told him to get his shit together and to stop putting his petty feelings first to focus on the team. Nickel's whole arc is about knowing what you did was wrong, and wanting to become a better person despite all odds. Even if those who you care about might never forgive you. It was necessary for The Grand Slams arc to make sense and to keep on growing.

You guys want a character to get better, but then complain when one character does become a better person, a more genuine version of themselves. And no, Nickel's actions were never justified by the show or by himself, although he did excuse his actions with fear at some point, but even then, he fully recognizes that his actions were terrible and understands if Balloon won't forgive him.

Just because you hate a character it doesn't mean you can just mischaracterize them and or forget the whole point of their arc. Nickel's arc alongside Balloon's MAKES sense and it's pretty much the best arc on s3 all factors considered.

6. Is Invitational a bad season overall?

It isn't a bad season. Yes, I keep repeating myself, it is not perfect, but that doesn't mean that it's a bad season. It doesn't stand up to the point where s2 is, but that's the goal, it's meant to be a season made for fun and to chill, and meanwhile I can agree that there are things that can be better or could've been executed on different ways, and it got way better on later episodes due to better structure.

I can get people not liking s3 because of it's flaws but it's not the WORST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED AND A MOCKERY, it's genuinely just something made for fun. And people tend to forget that.

There is not a media that is perfect. Inanimate Insanity isn't by any means.

But man. Isn't it a good show anyway? Isn't it a show that made you feel for the stories and it's characters? Isn't it imperfectly perfect on it's own way? Isn't it made with care and love? Isn't the fact that it has flaws makes it feel more genuine?

I personally think it is. But that's just me.

Thank you for reading.

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[tmzrkstan]

the idol!reader stuff eats so bad but barely anybody does it

I am particularly passionate about this type of reading. And taking advantage of the moment, I leave here an old idea that I never gave a chance to. ;)

nct dream (hyung line) working with ex idol!s/o.

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genre: idol!reader, ex to lovers (?), smutty, adult language.

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✭MARK:

Looking from a professional point of view, it was such a great opportunity. You could finally get to do another kind of concept, show other side of yours. Besides, you knew very well how much of a talented idol Mark was. Your team almost beg you for you to do it, them just freaking out with the attention y'all would get.

Even when you accepted there wasn't really a lot of meeting with your ex. Untill the MV shooting day at least. There you were, watching Lee from far while finishing your make up. He was receiving instructions from the director.

"Hey..." your voice sounded quietly.

"Hi!" his eyes turned out similiar from a lost puppy. "You look nice... I mean, it´s nice seeing you." he just got a short smile from you. "Your part it´s really great"

"Of course, you must think so since you composed it" he stammered a bit before correcting himself "No, I meant you made it a lot better."

Before any more chances to say anything the director made you two start the work there. Both of you acting the way you were supposed to. Inside, you were annoyed and still feeling a litle hurt, on the Mark´s side, he was feeling awful. He knew it was his fault that the break up happened. You were the most understanding girlfriend ever, since you knew what beeing an idol means. But you also got tired of waiting for your turn, to get attention. He lost weeks not even calling you while on tour, but you didn´t. Always texted and videocalled him.

After a lot of fighting you gave up and clean the way for him to focus just on that. Lee really tried to see as the best thing for you both but he was suffering every day since. His members made him notice who the jerk was. He smiled like a child on Christmans morning whwn you agreed to collab with him. It was the last chance and it would be worth.

Hours passed out, your ex complimented and took care of you all day long. Those who didn´t knew about your relantionship were surprised by how a gentleman he was with you, who just tried your best not to fall for his sweetness again. Especially when you found a letter on your bag during a pause.

It was his hand writting and his true feelings. Apologies all over it, confessions like that he writted the love lyrics of the song for you and that he never stoped loving you. Admitted he was wrong and childshid and was ready for trying again if you do too.

''Oh boy'' you thought as seeing how good he was with words while they were on paper.

The last ''Cut!'' was heard and you carefully whisper at him "We can have dinner, that´s all." you bet he was happy. "Better not wase my time."

"I would never dare to do it again."

✭Renjun:

Beeing in a relantionship with him was sweet, comfortable and lovely. But unfortunally this only was like this when you still a trainee. When you had a chance to debut it all changed. Schedueles, dates, you lost time together and all the fighting started. You just didn´t talked with each other anymore since the end. Until you worked together in a survival reality as judges.

Everybody noticed how you were always on opposite sides and skewered each other for your different opinions. There were even compilations of yours fights, that carried a lot of chemistry and tension, on the internet every week and the audience loved this intrigue.

Eventually, they ended up having to help the same team, which made them put their fights aside and gather even behind the cameras looking for a solution to help the poor trainees.

"I can't understand your point" you rolled your eyes laughing "Of course you never did." he huffed "It's not all about you, though you may think so..." you were discussing what would be the best direction for a choreography.

"You're so childish! It's obvious that this step is better! You take it, however, you lose your balance at a certain point and end up almost falling, if it weren't for him catching himself abruptly. Eye contact was present and you felt your mouth go dry and your hands sweat.

"You should be more careful!" he puts you back on your feet, still holding tight to your waist. "If not what?" he looked down at you "What?" you then repeated "If not what will happen?"

"I'm going to have to teach you a few things…how to respect your elders." "How?" He sighed, smiling with some anger. Took you to the wall attacking your lips aggressively as he squeezes your waist again and you lose your fingers in his hair.

✭Jeno:

Starting to date with your co-worker wasn´t a really a good idea, especially if him was another MC from the TV show you worked on. But who could blame you for not resisting to Jeno? I mean, look at him right?

You should´ve said "no'' the first time he asked you out, but was too late now. After a few months you two had a big fight because of diferences on toughts and were obligated to work together for at least five weeks more. You runaway for as long as you could but after a quick tour on Asian you had to get back. But it was clear that he wasn´t going to make this easy.

A lot of smiles and flirting talks run free during the meeting for planning the week and when you were on make up session.

"Just shut your mouth up!" you yelled as soon as the stylists leaved the room.

"Why? Need it shut for you to kissed?"

"I´m gonna punch just on the midle of your face."

"The face you love." he smiled all playfull.

"I simply hate your attitude and confidence, you´re not that all." you roll your eyes as you listen to him laugh. "What?"

"It´s fun... the way we were making out on that sofa a few days earlier and now you are saying this stupid thing..."

"You are stupid." he got up, walking to behind your chair and facing you through the mirror. "Really, darling? Only because we had a silly fight you think that?"

"You know it wasn´t silly" you sigh. "For me it was, anything that keeps me away of these beautyful lips it´s silly..." he pus both hands around your shoulders, caressing exactly the way you like it.

"Don´t...don´t touch me." you hesitate before spinning your chair to his front. "I´m not going to fall for your charm again."

"So I do have a charm." his high was cut in half by his knees touching the carpet. "You fall once, sweetheart." he blinked slowly before biting his lower lip. "Let´s not promise things we can´t deal with later, ok?"

The door was open after three knocks, reveling the hairstylist team. He came back to his chair, with a cheeky smile. Oh, he was so sure you would be his again, just in a matter of time...

✭Haechan:

You really didn´t wanted to finished things with Donghyuck, but unfortunately beeing famous demanded a lot. When you noticed your, just recent, relantionship with him was making Haechan a lot distracted from his work you felt guilty. With wich power could you make him risk everything if you got into his life few days ago? So hard, but you did it. Lied and end it all because of "mental confusions".

But here you were, getting ready to practice a dance stage with him for an award concert. The fans picked you two for it, based on your aparently "friendship", and you get bad to your side if you recused.

Very diferent from what you expect, he was normal around, at least for his general behavior. He joked around with the dance instructor and tried to make you laugh, he wasn´t awkard at all. However, you felt very strange inside.

Luckly, you guys were quick with it and finished the day earlier. You grab your things nd almost run to grab the elevator, the same he stops putting one hand between the doors.

"Oh, isn´t such a coincidence?" he pressed the bottom on the metalic wall.

"I guess..." you smiled weakly.

"I didn´t get why you so weird around me..." he sigh slowly. "I should be the one to be like this, since you broke my heart few days ago, right?" even though his words looked painfull he was smiling yet. "You really didn´t had pitty for me, y/n..."

"Haechan, I..." your felt like falling as the elevator lurched and its lights were replaced by a darker, apparently the emergency one. "What´s this?" you grabed your bag stronger.

"Don´t worry, this one always do something like it, just wait a few minutes." he put his back at one wall.

"What? Why didn´t you told me before?" he looked down "I ask the same to you..."

"Come on, it´s not the same thing!" you frowned at him. "All we can do it´s wait, i swear it happended before."

"Fine... but I won´t be listening to you atacking me or my motives during this time!"

"I wouldn´t do it." he shrugged. "Even hurted, I know you didn´t mean anything that you said." "What?" the man came closer "It may look like not enough time, but I nkow you well by now. You were concerned."

"About?" he looked up "Me giving all of me in this...what did you called it? Hookup time."

"You can´t be sure of that." you tried to get back but he grabbed you wrist "But I am, as much as I decide to forgive you for this." he put one hand on your cheek "Also sure that you missed me how I missed you..." And everything happened quickly, the touch of lips, the lights and the elevator coming back and the doors opening in Jaemin and Jisung's faces who watched everything with a shocked face.

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#kpop #kpop imagines #mark lee #nct #haechan #gn!reader #kpop reactions #jeno #renjun #nct dream hyung line #idol!reader #nct dream reactions #nct reactions #nct imagine

[brucenorris007]

“Why do autistic folk make up such a huge percentage of the Sonic fando-?”

Because the characters are colorful and funny and can be appreciated either superficially or in-depth just the same; whether surface-level stories or lore appeal, it’s available. Because they’re anthropomorphic animals, and holding any one of them would probably be a unique and possibly peerless kind of stim all by itself in addition to snuggly.

Because all too often neurodivergents are made to feel like we’re a different species to neurotypicals so we project onto and find comfort in characters who are confident and assured in the things that make them different. Because autism doesn’t give us superpowers but it’s an important aspect of who we are that will never not be relevant to our daily lives just the same as Blaze’s fire or Knuckles’ strength or Silver’s psychokinesis.

Because autism presents in as many different ways as there are Mobians in the cast of the games and comics and shows; even more besides, to say nothing of the even broader spectrum of neurodiversity as a whole.

Because there are days when we feel and mirror Sonic’s idealism; there are days when we relate to Shadow’s nihilism more instead, just keep hold of our closest friends and damn the rest of the world. 

Because connection with other people is an inherent and primal need for all humans, be it Sonic and Tails’ unbreakable bond, deep mutual respect and care of Team Dark, or the strangely functional not-quite-familial dynamic of the Chaotix. Because finding that connection is so often disproportionately harder for us on the spectrum than off the spectrum, and at least on Mobius, we can find that connection vicariously.

Because projecting that onto these characters provides comfort and doesn’t hurt anyone and most importantly doesn’t change who they are at their core; Sonic is still Sonic.

Because despite an admittedly rocky decade in the 2010′s, he’s still here and still fighting and going strong; same as we are despite all the nonsense of our individual lives and of the world writ large.

In sum:

We like him.

#Sonic #Sega #Sonic the Hedgehog #Autism #ADHD #Neurodivergence #I'm avoiding readings again #I swear this the first and last of Tumblr for the day tho #Thoughts #Bruce talks about

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

Was aaron ehasz wife a zutarian or is it just made up

Do you think the comics and lok are so messed up because aaron is misding or was it a great team work of all of them 3

I don't know what Elizabeth's thoughts on the ship, assuming she had any, but I know she wrote The Southern Raiders and I think on the script she did use the word "zutara" instead of saying "Zuko and Katara" during one of the action scenes. It does not surprise me if people took it as confirmation that she liked the ship, and who knows, maybe they're right.

She wouldn't be the first writer on the team she said she liked it - it's surely way more believable than the idea that Aaron was fighting to make Zutara a thing but evil Bryke stepped in, like it was in the infamous "interview" zutarians still quote even though he has repeatedly said that shit is fake.

While I think Aaron was a part of why the original show worked so well, and his job as lead-writter meant he had a HUGE impact in it, it's not fair to pretend he was the only one who truly mattered. Bryke were the ones to come up with the very concept of the show and they were pretty heavily involved in it, and the other writers (like his ex wife) deserve credit too for developing the story. And we gotta remember, Aaron also approved of bad parts of the show. Nobody is perfect.

So no, I don't think he alone could have saved the comics or Korra - especially since Bryan and Mike would still have the final say on the matter and they were clearly more than okay with all the awful creative decisions that ruined these projects, including letting Yang project his daddy issues onto Zuko's plot, accidentally reverting his character to the point that I'd argue he became WORSE than pre-redemption Zuko.

I consider both the comics and Korra to be bad storytelling - that had POTENTIAL to be good. It's why you have little moments of good writting, or funny bits, or even good ideas that were simply not handled well but are not inherently bad. Hell, the newest Azula comic was THE best thing we got since the original show, and not in a "it's the best of terrible content" way but in a "this is genuinely good and mostly coherent" way.

Is it possible that maybe Aaron would have noticed some, or maybe even ALL of the major issues with the comics and Korra? Sure. And is it possible that maybe he could have made Bryke change their mind about SOME of the things they were about to give the greenlight to? Yes.

But that's the issue. MAYBE he'd notice. Or maybe he wouldn't. MAYBE he'd do a good job of explaining it to the people calling all the shots. Or maybe he wouldn't.

There's too many maybes to say "Aaron would have made the comics and Korra be great." Personally, I'd say he would have at most made them decent, but not genuinely great like the original show because his presence/abscense is not the ONLY factor that changed.

He was not the only one who left and there were new people around. And nearly 20 fucking years have passed. Aaron changed, Bryke changed, everybody changed. Putting all the old team in the same room is impossible because they're not the same people they were in 2005.

And in my opinion there's another factor here: while ATLA still had storylines that could be turned into a sequel show/comics (what the hell happened to Ursa, what's gonna happen to Azula, how will the Gaang help rebuild a world that spent 100 years at war, is Toph ever going to confront her parents, the dropped idea for an episode centered on Aang's parents, etc) I just don't think Avatar could EVER be turned into this big franchise that keeps going on and on for decades that Bryke wants it to be.

First they made the mistake of not giving that show the fourth season it clearly needed even though it fucked up the pace of book 3, and now they're making the mistake of not letting the story end even when they don't seem to have anything left to say. Ehasz can't fix that.

#anti zutara

[5ammexicanviolist]

3 am head cannons pt. 3🖍️

If the octonauts were on a volleyball team; peso would be libero, Shellington would be setter, tweak and Dashi are outside hitters, and the cap is a right side hitter, inkling is ref, and we have vegimal line judges :)

Dashi and the captain would be the type of students to take early morning classes "just because"

Dashi and peso take the class that requires you to take care of the fake babies.. kwazii messes up their children D:

Tweak and kwazii would be the type to wear pajamas to school

kwazii and peso would earn the seal of biliteracy 🌟

Dashi and peso have sports after school, so they often come home late and are left sleepyyy asf (but they would never want to quit <3)

Tweak always forgets to charge her phone and has to ask around for a charger

Dashi's notes are super colorful, neat, organized and she has soo many pens/highlighters

shellington's notes are just black pen writing covering front to back pages :)

kwazii has notes...😀 (the writting is so illegible and smudged but he can still read them???)

All of them would take college classes/ dual credit classes that align with their careers bc they smart like that

The captain would give everyone and anyone a ride; and any underclass men he befriends is like his children

Shellington had a white board calendar that's suppose to keep track of assignments but hasn't changed it since last year 🥹

peso let's others "borrow" his pencils all the time and at some point runs out.....same thing ends up happening to his pens

kwazii goes mad for p.e sports, especially dodgeball 🫣

#octonauts #peso #kwazii #dashi #shellington #captain barnacles #tweak #inkling #headcannons #back to school #the melatonin isn't melatonining :(

[endiness]

for people who actually care about basing their opinion off of all of the information instead of, idk, none or clickbaity article headlines... here is what tomasz baginski said in his interview when it comes to changing things from the books:

There is also the question of the recipient’s sensitivity. I often point this out to others [in the production team], such as how they simplify politics in the plot. We, Poles, see various political events differently because of our history and experiences. We see more nuances. Especially in the context of what is happening beyond our eastern border. We can recognize this gray area where various influences and powers flow. It is more understandable and transparent to us. For example, that this person is good and this one is bad, but also a little good, and here it’s rather gray and we understand why this good hero does some unpleasant things. We catch it in three seconds. I had the same perceptual block when I presented Hardkor 44 [a never-made variation on the Warsaw Uprising] abroad years ago and tried to explain: there was an uprising against Germany, but the Russians were across the river, and on the German side there were also soldiers from Hungary or Ukraine. For Americans, it was completely incomprehensible, too complicated, because they grew up in a different historical context, where everything was arranged: America is always good, the rest are the bad guys. And there are no complications. When a series is made for a huge mass of viewers, with different experiences, from different parts of the world, and a large part of them are Americans, these simplifications not only make sense, they are necessary. It’s painful for us, and for me too, but the higher level of nuance and complexity will have a smaller range, it won’t reach people. Sometimes it may go too far, but we have to make these decisions and accept them.

and here is the thing he said about tiktok in an interview over a year ago when talking about s2 because for some reason we're bringing this up:

BAGINSKI: I see the fastening of the processes Jacek Dukaj wrote about in his book – "Po piśmie" ("After the script"). We resign from cause-and-effect chains, from the linear narration. This book-like narration. When it comes to shows, the younger the public is, the logic of the plot is less significant.

INTERVIEWER: What is significant, then?

BAGINSKI: Just pure emotions. A bare emotional mix. Those people grow up on TikTok, Youtube, they jump from a video to video...

INTERVIEWER: You're talking to such person.

BAGINSKI: So, it's time to be serious: Dear children, what you do to yourself makes you less resilient for longer content, for long and complicated chains of cause an effect.

INTERVIEWER: You're talking about something else that's hidden between your words. What you mean is that you don't know how to make a show kids'd like to watch.

BAGINSKI: Generally, I try to know what people react to and like to watch. Long and complex narratives will remain, it'll be like a classic shelf in a bookstore. People will still read that, it will be popular at some point. But the edge of the mass audience is moving a bit into the a less linear narration, less cohesive one. I think it's inevitable. As reading is not natural for the human brain.

INTERVIEWER: Yep, you gotta learn it, it's hard.

BAGINSKI: Oh, in this sense, yes. You need a lot of effort to learn to recognise all these symbols. You probably don't remember that. If you're a genius, you read when you're 3. It's some big effort for your brain, moreover, it's not natural. The things we receive with our heads... There's nothing literary there. We have to learn literature. Learn to receive it and write it. It's like mathematics, a lot of abstract symbols you have to learn to recognise. People who understand it will remain, the people who work on narration, they have to work on texts. But, more and more people won't need it. Why write if I can record or say it? Why write if I can receive emotions in a different way. It's a controversial thesis. When Dukaj published it, there was a lot of arguments like: "But I still read! My friends, too!" However, we talk about trends in a scale.

INTERVIEWER: Yeah, it's not about you or your friend.

BAGINSKI: We talk about global trends. The success of TikTok wouldn't be possible without that. It's happening. It's just easier to watch and click, watch another one, than read a book and follow all those twists and plots. We'll see how it goes. I think The Witcher is safe for now, there are still a few more years... Maybe it's because of the generation.

in either case, it’s pretty obvious he’s not blaming ~*~the fans~*~ for the changes the show made to the books but talking about how american/western media is made and younger audiences who grew up on social media in general.

#the witcher #tomasz baginski #tomek baginski #!txt: the witcher

[powdermelonkeg]

Assorted headcanons about my current Team Dragonborn:

Lydia Iron-Forged:

Former Companion, left after being invited into the Circle

Serious to a fault—a fan of deadpan humor, to the point where you often can’t tell if she’s actually joking

Older sister ran off to join the Stormcloaks, carries an amulet of Talos that was sent home shortly after

Can lift a werewolf if she really tries

Likes her mead with snowberries

The kind of drunk that laughs at everyone and everything. Tally thinks it’s an unsettling change

Practices, either with sparring or with forms, her swordplay just before dawn

Has a soft spot for horses, uses them as a litmus test—good people always take care of their animals

Can cook, mostly hunts for her own meals. Makes a good hearty stew

Sword is named “Stormblight,” enchanted with shocks. Was a gift from her father, bought off a Khajiit caravan

Has a scar on the back of her neck from a fight with a troll

Mikael used to pick on her when she was a little girl. Her sister taught her how to punch to break noses, and Mikael’s nose hasn’t been straight since. She’s the one woman he won’t flirt with

Bisexual, with a preference for Ysolda women

Kaidan (of Northwind):

Once had an affair with a young noblewoman named Isabel. She got engaged to the count of Bravil, so he tried stealing her away and was thrown in the dungeon for it. Paid the fine, was going to serve sentence (40 lashes), but Isabel got in the way of one and stopped the whole thing. She didn’t say anything else except to tell him to leave. She still has a scar on her cheek

A thrill-seeker, though won’t admit it. Takes vampire contracts for the rush of adrenaline

The tattoo on his face marks him as blood-kin to the Orcs

Has a faded lightning-pattern scar spread across his back, beneath the newer interrogation lashes. Rosalind gave it to him

Could learn a shout if he really, really tried for it. Not as easily as the LDB, but in a vastly shorter time than the Greybeards (as per the Akaviri Dossier). Would learn Aura Whisper (Laas Yah Nir) if given the chance

Can follow being read to much more easily than reading. Not that he can’t read, just prefers a voice—pages blend together after awhile

Very much a “hold my beer” kind of drunk. Don’t tell him he can’t do anything or try to show off in front of him

Does scrimshaw to burn extra stress, especially after a nightmare. Tries to make his work useful in some way (ie a horn, some cups, a knife, etc)

Sells his scrimshaw in between contracts

Gets tense and snappy from moon sugar withdrawal

Caryalind Thallery:

Wears gold lipstick when in town. It’s very subtle and usually only noticeable to fellow Altmer

Is a slow morning person—the kind to wake up early, but spend the next hour basking in morning sunlight in a silk robe with a coffee

Skyrim’s air is NOT good for his curly hair. Whenever he can manage it, he scrounges up some septims and stops by the caravans to see if there’s any orange oil in stock. He always smells faintly of oranges

Whenever Cary senses magicka, he immediately goes on high alert, even if it’s just Restoration

Cary got a handful of threatening/hateful letters as prince, and kept them, feeling terrible and not as if he should be allowed to throw them away. His friend back home (Termia) found them one day and convinced him to burn them with her

His hair is soft. Very soft. Feather-down soft. Yes, it’s natural

His calian (sphere of aetherquartz that denotes his place in Altmer society) is clear magicka blue, the size of a clementine, and has translucent etchings of his birthsign’s stars set in it. Sometimes he almost laughs at the irony

Taliesin (alias):

He used to write up letters on the field about things he’d seen to send to his sisters. Couriers were sparse, so sometimes he’d wind up sending 5 at once because he’d been holding on to them. He keeps them in his robe, next to his chest

He had a packet of letters on his person when the Talos Shrine incident happened. They got bled through

He still writes sometimes, even though he might never be able to send them

He once swiped the head Justiciar’s hood and pretended to be him to amuse his colleagues. Said justiciar walked in on it

He will judge you SO HARD if you eat dog meat. No it’s not the same as when he eats slaughterfish, slaughterfish at least have the decency not to slobber everywhere!

A decent cook, if only because he got tired of having to special request everything

Very intelligent. Not in the sense of book smarts (though he does have those), but he has an uncanny knack for reading the room and gauging reactions—part of it is to be of service to whatever his current task is (knowing when someone is about to run, playing good cop/bad cop with other agents) but the majority is because he had to learn how to read his father’s bad moods

Pays extremely close attention to how his friends react to others’ mistakes. Especially mistakes he has in common with them. What’s the difference between his past and Paarthurnax’s? Kaidan’s? Caryalind’s? Bonus points, this means you can gain his trust more effectively by treating people besides him well

His jokes and wit double as a litmus test. When he meets someone, it’s to test how much of a pain they are to get along with. Past that, it’s his subtle way of checking in; if someone who normally laughs at him is annoyed, or someone who’s usually annoyed doesn’t react, something’s wrong

Complains because it’s cathartic and misery loves company

Has a few dragon scales in his pocket once he starts traveling with the LDB. It’s to show his sisters if he ever sees them again

Accidentally acquired a taste for firebrand wine—Summerset cuisine is notoriously delicate, so drinking firebrand was the “cinnamon challenge” in the Solitude Thalmor ranks. Naturally he wanted to show off and one-up everyone

Like Kaidan, is a “hold my beer” kind of drunk. If the two get drunk together, they’ll keep one-upping each other until they either black out or are physically separated

Never learned how to swim because when he was little, his father deadpan-joked about maormer in the water kidnapping altmer that didn’t behave. He avoided deep water like the plague, then never remedied it when he got older

Calian is milky-rose quartz, big as a gooseberry. It got chipped once on the field; after repairing it, he’s padded its box with as much cotton as he can get

An absolute ace at card games, and decent at dice. Won his horse in a game of cards. Loves her to death and spoils her

Has a lovely voice but makes you earn it. Favorite song to sing is “Star-Eyed Bride of Alinor”

Very much an “I told you so” kind of person, takes it to the point of “Oh, I was right? What was I right about? Speak up, my pointy ears can’t detect your whispers of shame.”

#skyrim #tesv #taliesin skyrim #caryalind thallery #Kaidan skyrim #Lydia skyrim #what can I do for queue #long post #apologies. these got progressively more wordy as time went on

[riddle-me-im-sirius]

Shattered Reflection

Miguel o'hara x Darling (reader)

NOT PROOF READ ( i continued writting this at 3am so the grammar and spelling might be wrong)

No use of y/n. I think?

Warning: None so far but (this fic might show a little obsessed miguel as the story goes on cause why not)

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In the bustling spider society's headquarter, Jessica Drew a.k.a Spider-Woman was embroiled in a heated conversation with their boss, Spider-Man 2099, A.K.A Miguel O'Hara. She was explaining the importance of teamwork and the need for a new recruit. The idea wasn't sitting well with Miguel though, and as usual, he was being stubbornly cold about it.

"The team's doing fine as it is, Jessica. We don't need a newbie slowing us down," Miguel stated, his arms folded across his chest. But before Jessica could respond, the door slid open, and in walked a figure that would soon change Miguel's perspective on 'newbies'.

There you were, (Y/N), the newest recruit. Your eyes sparkled with excitement and curiosity. The moment you walked in, your energy seemed to light up the room, it was as if you carried the sun in your personality. You were practically radiating positivity and enthusiasm.

"Guys, meet, our new teammate," Jessica introduced her, a proud smile on her face.

"Hello everyone" You said radiating with positiveness, while miguel was glaring dagger at jess.

Because how could she recruit someone when he already declined alot of times, moreover the newbie looked like she couldn't even kill a bug, how would she even help save the world when she looked so innocent.

'This newbie is gonna give me a headache'

Oh but how wrong miguel was..

The next few days were filled with his usual cold demeanor towards her. He kept his conversations short, his responses was curt. It was clear that he was keeping his distance.

But No matter how cold or distant he was, she would always greet him with a warm smile. Every morning, every meeting, every training session, your positivity was a constant. It was like a ray of sunshine that couldn't be dimmed.

As days turned into weeks, something in Miguel began to change. Every time he saw you, he couldn't help but notice that radiant smile of yours. It was infectious. And no matter how much he tried to keep his icy walls up, they seemed to be melting bit by bit.

One day, after a particularly grueling training session, Miguel found himself sitting alone in the mess hall. He was nursing a cup of coffee when you walked in. As usual, you greeted him with a beaming smile and a cheerful "Good Morning."

Miguel, for the first time, found himself returning the greeting with a small but genuine smile. You looked surprised, but your smile grew even wider.

And from then on Things started to change, Miguel found himself gravitating toward her sunny personality, he would start tolerating her personality, and teach her a thing or two but that did not mean miguel like her,no, he was just teaching the newbie how to survive when saving the world.

Right?

But this did not go unoticed by jess

"Soo changed your mind about having a new recruit?"

And miguel grumbled in response

"What do you want jess" he muttered

" she's a darling you know"

"Who?"

"You know who im talking about, Don't be so grump to her, she is doing her best, plus who knows maybe you guys can be acquinted"

"Don't talk nonsense i don't want to deal with an irritating person"

She's not irritating

"Whatever you say miguel, But you know she really is trying hard to be close to you, she even asked what was your favorute meal. She's a darling miguel. Don't be harsh on her"

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Im having a writer block while doing this since its already 3:42 am. I hope you guys enjoyed

Should i continue this? I mean this is just half way through the plot😭

Let me know what you guys think!

And also please let me know what you guys think about the story!! You can leave your thoughts on my inbox, if u want😊♡

#miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv miguel

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

hello dear! I hope you're having a great day ✨ I don't know if you're still writting for PKMN ScarVio, but if so, may I request HCs with Eri having a fem!SO who's basically acts as the "Nurse Joy" of Team Star (having mons such as Blissey, Slurpuff, Cleffa etc.), being the one in charge of healing them and making sure their healthy and in good condition, and of course, making sure her 6'1 super strong gf is in good health as well? Tysm in advance ☺💗

Even before Eri joined Team Star, you two were dating.

Despite her rough attitude and aggressiveness towards other students (mainly her bullies), you never stopped loving her.

She was the kindest girl you've ever known, and she was just sick of being pushed around by everyone.

That being said, she did get quite into a few Pokémon fights with her bullies, ending with her team badly hurt since they tended to charge in without a strategy.

Luckily, you were studying medicine and working toward obtaining an internship in being a Pokémon Nurse. So you knew how to heal her companions quick and easy.

Every time you're in the hall or outside reading, you may hear "Mankey, use Cross Chop!" off in the distance and sigh, putting away your book to go help Eri. She pushes the poor little thing too far sometimes.

Eventually, you met her other friends--all of whom were bullied for their own reasons.

You understand their pain, as you were often mocked for having "cutesy" Pokémon and became a major pushover when some jerks demanded you healed their Pokémon before your own.

They were very aggressive towards your own team, too, growling at your Slurpuff and Spritzee if they tried calming them with sweet aromas.

Ironically, Cleffa is a fierce defender of your team and has beaten up the perpetrator(s) with deadly moves via Metronome to show she's not messing around.

When the scandal broke out and Team Star got expelled, you chose to go with Eri...even though it would put your future in jeopardy, leaving the Academy to live on the base with her.

From there on, you've been the "nurse joy" of the group, ensuring all of their Pokémon were feeling their best after battles and training, especially your girlfriend.

Although she's grateful you stuck by her, she still thinks you should've stayed at the Academy and not throw away your dream because of her.

However, Blissey and Primeape begged to differ, as you both see her taking care of him, with the usually angry ape not being so..well..angry at the world for a change.

You're right where you belong, you reassured her.

#clanask #anonymous #pokemon x reader #pokemon scarlet x reader #pokemon violet x reader #team star x reader #team star eri #team star eri x reader #eri x reader #female reader #headcanons

[taddymason]

*Suplexes into your inbox* TADDY!

I come with a question around your Dad Jay AU! Will Kaida ever see Nya as a sort of mother figure in the future? Would Nya even want to try and fulfill that role? And are you planning on giving Jay his memories back or is he just going to make new ones?

I.e. I'm addicted to single dad Jay and must have MORE!

Hi Finn, thanks for the asks!

Will Kaida ever see Nya as a sort of mother figure in the future? Would Nya even want to try and fulfill that role?: In the future, Kaida will probably come to see Nya as a mother figure, but it will take a long time for that to happen. Especially that she came to trust her and the rest of the team because of how unaccustomed she would be to an environment like that in which she practically thinks they want to "steal" her father. Suffice to say, the first few interactions between her and the ninjas will NOT be friendly, but eventually Nya convinces her to trust them.

And are you planning on giving Jay his memories back or is he just going to make new ones?: Although this may change when the second part of DR comes out, the plan for now is that Jay does not get his memories back or if he it does; it won't be completely and it will take a long time. The guy had amnesia for 5 years, so the damage would be pretty permanent at that point. BUT, the important part is that the team will try to start over with him and create new memories so that they can be a family again, even if they know that he may never remember those years.

I'm really looking forward to continue the second part of this Single Dad Jay AU and writting as much angst/fluff as possible with the entire team interacting with each other. I'm addicted to the found family trope.

#ninjago #jay walker #jay ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #ninjago fanfic #ninjago spoilers #AU “Everything I think I Know it's just static on the radio” #dad jay au #Kaida Walker

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 384: After the Lawyers

“Thank you ladies,” Melissa called, just as the last of the girls - Lakshmi, Randi and Josie - were stepping out of the room. The rest of the staff had filtered out a few minutes earlier, Sheryl’s team of attorneys a little while before that. That left Melissa and I alone here in her office. It was almost 1pm. “Close the door behind you, will you?” she asked them, from where she sat.

The door shut, pulled closed by Lakshmi. Melissa pressed a button under her desk and, with a <click>, a lock slid into place. 

For some reason I shivered. 

I was looking down, at a thin yellow paper trapped underneath Melissa’s foot under her desk. I was weirded out, confused, made to feel pretty helpless. What had just happened? I’d been doing pretty okay, I thought, during the photoshoot earlier. But then, this whole thing with those guys, the lawyers? What had they tried to do? Take me into their custody? They had all these accusations about human rights violations, zoning violations, illegal use of dangerous substances. They were even trying to call us out on “domestic terrorism” charges and had all sorts of warrants and writs.  But, yeah, what freaked me out the most about them is that these attorneys and their toadie of a police officer seemed prepared to take me away, ‘for my own protection’. Why was everyone trying to ‘protect’ me??

But did I..need it? Protection from…what was happening? Should I have..?

Again, I was confused. What was happening? Were they right? Maybe I…I…maybe I was in danger. I mean, so much weird stuff was happening, all around me…and to me. Was there something happening that I didn’t realize or understand, that these guys did? If it hadn't been for Sheryl’s squad of blonde attorneys swooping in, I may have had to go with those guys. Would that have been better? Especially since the women seemed to know about the emails from that ‘Anderson’ guy.

The paper under Melissa’s foot: it was left behind, from the stack of one of the male attorneys. When the men all dropped their papers, shocked by Melissa’s appearance, they’d been commanded to  ‘leave them’. How had Melissa done that? And what was up with her voice, changing like that, being so…powerful? It had shook something deep inside me - inside every man in the room at the time. It had been so easy to just…listen. Later, the papers were gathered up by Sheryl’s attorneys who’d told us that they’d: “sort through these, see who else downtown allowed this to happen, who signed all these things.”

But they missed one. It had slid under the desk, a single sheet, and was now pinned under Melissa’s massively high heel shoe.

From where she sat, she looked up at me. She cocked her head, and I could tell from her expression that she was worried about me, concerned. But there was something else. “What are you looking at, sweetie?” she asked.

“There’s a, uh, paper, one of the ones the guys dropped, under your desk,” I muttered in reply. 

She paused, pondering for a moment while she considered something, shifted her legs under her desk. “Can you get it for me?” Melissa asked. 

“S-sure,” I complied. I stooped down to get it, needing to scoot under her desk on her left, on my hands and knees and finding myself in sudden close space, up close and personal with her legs. She was wearing tight gray slacks, and had her right leg crossed over her left at the thigh. The thin material was riding up her right lower leg a bit, exposing her pretty ankle and highlighting her tendons and the musculature of her calf. I gulped, suddenly struck by the size of her foot. It was only inches from my face, and it was huge! Her black designer pump dangled a bit casually from her toes, and the paper was trapped under her left high heeled foot, which was planted on the floor.

Sheryl’s team was, yes, a hundred times more prepared and had all sorts of information. They’d come with documents of consent for the missing construction workers, copies of very recently changed zoning regulations, and all the rubber stamped approvals necessary for hazardous chemicals. But these guys had seemed to have pretty official-looking stuff, too.

“Can you, uh, move your foot?”

She didn’t, at first, instead asking a question:

“Sweetie,” she said, from where she sat above me, as I knelt at her feet, “Do you promise me you won’t talk to that man again?”

I looked at her foot, her huge foot in her huge high heel. She was lazily rolling it, at the ankle.

“I, uh, yes, sure,” I answered, becoming mesmerized by it. “But, like I told the lawyers, he’s sent me emails, but I never responded to h-”

“Just don’t read them,” she said, her giant leg, ankle, foot tensing under the table with me, as if swelling with strength, “I don’t want you to read them, and I want you to tell me if you get any more.” Fuck her leg looked strong, and she was letting me admire it, them…her legs and feet. 

“o-of course…” I stammered. 

Satisfied, Melissa lifted her left foot just enough for me to slide the paper out from under it. I saw it was some court paper, a yellow duplicate. Several signatures were scribbled across the bottom, dated today. I slid the paper towards myself, across the elegant hardwood of her office floor, and gathered it to my chest. Backwards I scuttled, away from her legs, and stood once I was out from under her desk. 

I handed the paper, half-crinkled, to Melissa. 

“Thank you sweetie,” she smiled, placing it to the side, on her desk. Then she looked back at me, now with honest concern. She cocked her head again, studied my expression. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” I told her, “I’m just…still a little freaked out.” I paused. “I guess I’m a little afraid of lawyers.” I meant it as a lame joke, but for a moment the spectre of Sheryl hovered above us, in the room.

“Awww, I’m sorry baby,” she purred with a pout, “I’m sorry you’re frightened.” Melissa’s hands came up to rest on my shoulders. Her eyes sparkled, and I began to get lost in their greens, their hazels, their browns.  Flecks of gold glittered in her eyes, maybe more than I’d ever noticed before. She graced me with her warmest smile, dimples carving her cheeks. “You still look very handsome.”

“Th-thank you,” I replied, seeing a reflection of myself in her dark pupils. She’d removed my suit jacket from me earlier, taken off my tie. With her strong hands she now began to rub my shoulders.

“You’re tense,” she told me.

My eyes fluttered. That feels good. “I, um…yeah…”

She rubbed my shoulders some more, watched me close my eyes, draw in a deep breath of her perfume. After a few moments, she spoke again.

“Did you like watching me today, with the little lawyers?” she asked me, “Did you like seeing me take charge like that?”

I spoke before thinking. “Oh my god yes.”

I heard her make a little noise, maybe a chuckle.

“You like when I’m bossy, huh?”

Despite myself, I groaned behind my closed eyes. The feel of her hands, rubbing my shoulders, was mesmerizing, relaxing.

“It’s okay. Men really listen to me when I talk like that, they do,” she continued, “it’s like my big-mom voice haha. I can just tell the boys what to do, how to behave. I’ve been practicing, downstairs.”

“Haha yeah…” I agreed - though at the time I didn’t put together what she was talking about. All I knew was that her fingers felt great, working at my tense upper arms. “Yeah…” I opened my eyes, a slit, and found myself staring at her tits. They were huge, swelling inside her crisp gray blouse. Perfectly massive, round, stretching the fabric taut and buttons near to bursting. In fact, I think she’d undone one for me.

“You like that?” she asked, “You like seeing how big my ‘powers of persuasion’ are getting?” 

“Uh…uh huh…” I nodded. Was she still talking about her voice? I felt wobbly on my feet, but she was holding me up. 

“You like how they give me so much power over men?”

“y-yeah…”

“That’s good, sweetie,” she said, and thought for a moment. “Do you want me to tell you what to do? Boss you around too, hm?”

“Y-yeah, please.”

Melissa giggled, amused. “Oh my god you’re too adorable,” she gushed. The golden sparkle in her eyes had grown brighter; she was just so beautiful. “Okay we’ll let’s start like this. It´ll be easier for me to give you a massage if you´re sitting on my lap.”

With that, she pushed herself away from her desk, uncrossed her legs and patted her big, strong thighs. “Okay little man, up,” she directed. 

‘Little man’? Yes, she’d called me ‘little man’, but with the change in timbre of her voice - a subtle deepening - it didn’t bother me at all. She was telling me what to do, and I liked it. Without hesitation I turned and - with the help of her strong hands under my arms - boosted myself up onto her lap. Facing away from her, I sank just a bit into the cushioning flesh of her hugely muscular thighs, ready for my massage. 

She steadied me with hands on my shoulders. “Ok, let´s get you comfortable,” she said with a soft, sensuous tone behind my right ear as her hands slid across my chest to the first button of my shirt. One-by-one she began to undo them, exposing my thin chest. “Now, you’ll listen to me, won’t you?” she began, tenderly, as she continued to unbutton my shirt, “You’ll do what I tell you?”

“y-yeah, sure…” I answered, “I will.”

“I don’t need to use my perfumes on you? Or talk to you in my super-voice? You’ll just do what I say, because you’re a good boyfriend?” She’d reached the last of my buttons, and my shirt had fallen open. 

“Uh huh…yes,” I said, maybe a little confused but focused more on the warmth of her big legs, the promise of my bared skin and her gentle hands than what she was actually saying. Sunlight crossed her office in long beams. 

“I can be bossy with you, because you like being bossed around, don’t you?” she continued, now peeling my shirt back, pulling it down off my right shoulder. “You like being bossed around by ladies, by dominant women, hm?”

“I…I do…” I admitted, god help me. I pulled my right arm from out of my shirt, with her help. 

“And I am the dominant one here, aren’t I? In our relationship? In the office…” she pressed, helping me now remove my left arm from my shirt, “…in your life?” There was a latent excitement in her voice, I could hear it under its calm, placid surface; she was getting as turned on by this as I was. “I’m the alpha, the alpha woman. I’m bigger than you, stronger than you. I have more money, more potential. I’m being given all the authority. Everyone’s beginning to listen to me, now, even you.” She paused. “Especially you.”

“y-yeah, yes,” I agreed, as I pulled my left arm finally out of my shirt, “Y-you’re the alpha, Melissa.” I was saying, I knew what to say, everything she wanted to hear. It was her dream, her fantasy, to succeed, to be the boss. And I was more than happy to be her simp, her underling here. But we were just playing, right?

Carefully, she folded my little-boy dress shirt and put it on the desk beside us, to our right. 

“Tell me that again, Jay,” she breathed into my right ear, as from behind her hands slid up my back and onto my shoulders.

“Y-y-you’re the b-boss,” I repeated, my voice shaking in my now crippling arousal, “you’re the boss, Melissa.”

“Mmmm that’s right,” she purred, “I like hearing you say my name. I like you knowing your place.” With that she began, gently, to rub my shoulders again. “Okay, dear, now I´ll try to be gentle,” she started, “just let me know if I get too carried away, okay?” 

“o-okay,” I agreed, shocked at how big her hands felt on my bare shoulders - they covered them like little apples - but the difference in our sizes didn’t bother me at the moment. I was already lost in the luxury of her attention, her lap. Though the office air was cool on my naked upper torso, her warmth kept me from being uncomfortable. Still, I had to resist the urge to nuzzle, to bury myself back into her warm, soft chest. I felt her begin to massage me, gently, and speak down to me. 

“You´re so tense, hm?” she purred, slowly starting to work on the knots that lived in my upper back, “You’re worried, hm, aren’t you? All the time?”

It felt as if something had caught in my throat, but her comforting hands and tender voice were opening me up, already. I am worried. I’m worried all the time. “y-yeah, kinda…”

“Aww I’m sorry. Is it because of work?” she asked, though not expecting an answer. She could read me like a book, by this point, and knew my worries went way beyond the day-to-day of the office. Her hands, firmly, were taking control of my gathered stress, of all the tension in my shoulders and back. “Don't fret,” she continued, “everything's fine, I´ve got you. You shouldn't worry about anything.” 

“Mmmmm….” I hummed, like a satisfied sigh. I was beginning to relax, for sure, allowing myself to enjoy the massage. My eyes were closed but I could picture it all. Her hands were so big, they had everything under control. She knew I was stressed, and was concerned about my state of mind. But you also know how to get me to relax. 

“That’s right, sweetie, relax, just relax,” she assured me, “Work´s fine. The world’s fine. You’re fine. And I´m here to help you out. Cooking, cleaning, protecting you. Managing everything. You´re not alone, don’t worry…” 

I sighed again, and let myself enjoy the warm strength of her hands, which now came over my shoulders and were slowly rubbing my chest. I listened to her tender cooing as her hands kept massaging me, slowly inching downwards, towards my-

I suddenly shook, eyes shooting open when fingers brushed my belly. 

“Haha wow,” she giggled, “You just got so tense again! Was it something I said?” She growled a little purr, and continued to dance her painted fingertips across my abdomen. Her giggles came again as I fought back from outright moaning. I’m sure she saw it, the boner that ran down my right pant leg and how it was surging, now, desperately eager for her touch. It threatened to tear itself loose up out of my slacks as her fingers grew closer, teasing it. “It’s hard to relax with that, hm?”

“unnngh…yeah…” I groaned. Electricity ran through my spine as Melissa’s hands, now both fully stroking my belly, made me quiver. 

“That erection is so big,” she purred, both our eyes now focused on the thick, linear bulge that reached nearly to my knee. “And you just woke up a little while ago. You haven’t had any relief today yet, have you?”

“n-n-no…” I answered, barely able to speak as the brush of her fingertips kept my insides in knots. 

“Are we gonna have to put you on a schedule soon? Hm?” she asked, mischief in her voice, “So you don’t have to deal with this…you poor thing.”

“uuuhh…” wh-what? What was she implying?

“Well, I can help fix, can’t I?” she said, fingers now moving down to take the buckle of my belt, “Will you let me do that?”

“y-y-y-y…” I couldn’t even get the word out, and dissolved into a moan as I let my eyes close. 

“There we go, that´s right, you need it don't you?” she cooed, as she undid my belt, my button, and went deftly for my fly, “You just lay back and let Melissa take care of you. Clear your mind, close your eyes and enjoy.”

I was too big, nine inches and thick as a squash, for her to just pull me up and out of my boxers. I needed to raise my hips, let her pull my pants down. They slid down my knees, pooled at my pale ankles. I was naked now, in full, cock standing out of my body like a flagpole. I sat on her lap like a child. 

Behind me, she was unbuttoning her blouse. 

“Now, sweetie, let’s begin,” she began, as her right hand slid back down my body and grasped my shaft. She giggled as I fought myself back from outright groaning and thrusting and trying to keep myself from bucking up into her hand. “Shhhhh, relax. I want you focused only on your breathing as my big lady hand rubs allllll your thoughts and worries away.” 

Slowly, I let myself go. I closed my eyes, and felt Melissa’s other hand now come to rest on my chest. She was pulling me back, gently, into her. My head touched her boobs, and she pulled me in closer. Her chest began to mold itself around my head, the slick silk of her bra sliding over my hair, scalp. I was pulled in to my ears and then - her touch leaving my chest and coming to rest on my forehead - using just two fingers she pushed me completely in between her two big, huge boobs. I was surrounded and my world was suddenly one thing, her breasts. Melissa’s big, big breasts.

She giggled, and was looking down at me. “I can barely see you in there, now,” she laughed, “Just the top of your little head!” Her two digits had left my forehead and now stroked the top of my scalp, playing with my hair. “My cleavage just swallowed you right up.”

To that, I groaned, and bucked my hips into her right hand. 

“Ooooo! You like that, hm?” she laughed, “You like the idea of my chest just - nom nom nom! - eating you up?” She pressed her breasts together with her arms, consuming me in further, her boobs bulging up over the crown of my head. 

I felt the pressure of her breasts, one on each side of my face, squeezing me as she pressed her bosoms together. Again I bucked into her hand and - best I could - turned my face right, left, and right again, my mouth open, trying to get lips to skin. 

“So squirmy!!” she laughed, holding me only tighter and then, suddenly, releasing my cock from her right hand. “Here, let’s do this, so you can’t get away…”

The next thing I felt, and kind of saw, was Melissa pulling the edges of her blouse back together. Stretching, tugging, struggling to get it to work but she did. She was able to pull her blouse closed, in front of my face and over her massive bosom. My body stiffened, straightened and tensed, but already I was trapped. One button, then two, she was-

“There you go…” she huffed, beginning to work on a third, “there you go..!”

Oh my god. I thrashed, but she held me tight. 

She was buttoning me into her blouse.

“There you go!!” she finally laughed, satisfied that she had three buttons done, pinning me in, wrapping me bound completely into the space between her breasts. I was in there with her, in her shirt, her chest surrounding me and sharing the space with my head. It was warm, yes of course, warm and pillowy soft and it smelled like her. And now it was darker, what light I got was filtered through the gray fabric of her blouse. If I pulled forward some of it stretched across my nose, lips, chin, but she pushed me in deeper so all I felt was boob and bra. I saw how the buttons strained, stretched, how little windows of light were opened between their gaps. I had been struggling before but now I settled, resigning myself to my warm, pillowy prison. I was not going to escape. 

“There you go…” she repeated one last time, now cooing to me, “there you go…” The right hand that had held me to her across my ribcage slowly left, while the other remained over her chest. I could see the shadows of her big fingers across the span of her button-gaps. “All snug you are, in there with me,” she purred, “Just like a big in a rug.”

I moaned, and breathed in the warm air from her skin. Sweat, perfume, sweetness in the dim light. Woman. I could feel my cock growing even harder, bobbing and weaving in the air and…nnnngh!!

I was in her hand again. 

“Do you feel safe now, sweetie?” she asked me, as she slowly began to stroke. 

‘Safe’? I felt surrounded, trapped, enveloped, nearly absorbed. I felt like a symbiote, a small thing latched into a larger creature. But, yes, I felt safe. “Y-yes,” I answered, from deep within her tits. 

“Good,” she replied, voice muffled by her boobs but rumbling around my ears, “I’m going to keep you safe. Outsiders, men like those lawyers, men like the one that sent you those emails…Melissa’s going to protect you from them.”

I was silent, listening, slowly moving my hips now up into her hand, in the rhythm she was setting. 

“But she wants to make sure her little man doesn't start being a bad boy,” she continued, her voice hypnotically seeping into my midbrain, “she wants you to stay her sweet, innocent boyfriend. Can you do that? Will you stay a good boy for Melissa?”

“y-y-yes,” I shuddered. 

“Okay. So, from now on I don't want you talking to anyone from outside. No one else. Just me, and the girls, unless I give you permission. Okay?”

“o-okay…”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Her stroking had become slick, slick with my precum as she worked me in the palm of her hand. 

“Good boy,” she cooed, dreamily now, “You are such a good boy.” Up and down, up and down, slowly still. 

I was surrounded by pillowy softness and it was warm, so warm. Trapped in her top the scent of her breasts engulfed me, her skin wrapped around my face. I heard her giggle

“So, how is it in there, little man?” she purred, “You like being in between my big boobs? Inside my top with me?”

I could only groan in response. 

“Sounds like you want to just move in and live in there,” she giggled, squeezing my playfully, “Maybe that can be arranged haha.”

oh god yes.

“Mmmmmm….” she purred, she cooed, she encouraged. She loved this, she loved enveloping me like this. She loved being bigger, she loved me being small. She wanted to be my whole world. “Am I wearing too much perfume, sweetie?”

Mmmm…no. You smell amazing, I marveled, bearing my nose up against her soft flesh and purposefully breathing her in. It made me shudder; I trembled in her hand. It felt so good. Please give me more?

“Oh, of course, sweetie.”

I shuddered again as, with my next breath, I was assaulted with an intense wave of her pheromonal scent. Her stroking gained sudden momentum; it now became faster. 

“There you go,” she purred, now bringing me right towards my climax as my head - sandwiched between her tits, trapped within her crisp blouse  - swam in her delirium, “You like that? You see what I can do for you? Anything you want…” 

Her hand sped up, I began grunting in rhythm with my every feeble thrust.

“Why would you need anyone else anyway, talk to anyone else, when you’ve got me?” she said, “You’ve got me, you’ve got the girls. You’re protected, you’re surrounded. Surrounded by women that love you...”

Faster, faster.

“…surrounded by me.”

“oh god, oh god..!” I belched. 

“That’s right, sweetie, that’s right,” she urged, drawing me even deeper into her chest, “Just sink in. Just let it go and sink in. I’ve got you…”

“Oh god..!”

“Let it go…”

“NnnnnnnggghhhhHHHHHHhhhhh…!!!”

My hips bucked, my loins exploded. I felt my balls - huge, swollen things - tense and then release, release, release. My shaft, in her strong grip, surged and erupted, sending what must have been an epic load soaring into the air. I felt it, in fact, splash down onto my naked hip, and then again onto my right thigh. I bucked, I lurched, I saw stars and lightning. I came and I came and I came, all under the command of her powerful hand.

“That’s right, that’s right baby,” she purred to me, in the throes of my orgasm, “let it all out.”

I was in the dark, of course, in the cave between my girlfriend’s enormous tits, but I knew her hand was urging from me the pent-up fluid that would - nnngh! nnngh! nnngh! - be making a huge, briny mess. I didn’t care, at first, but as my climax began to wane, I pictured what the scene must look like.

"That’s right, look at you. All bundled up in your girlfriend’s blouse, all wilted up on her lap,” she purred, “Now tell me. Tell me Jay. Who did this to you?" she asked. I knew exactly what she wanted to hear.

"uughh…Melissa…" I croaked, “Melissa did this to me.”. 

"That's right…that's right…keep saying my name."

“M-Melissa…Melissa…Melissa…”

Oh my god, I worried, as I felt the bliss leaving me, starting to feed all the women around me, in the building, in the office, making them all stronger, so much stronger compared to me, I’m so pathetic. 

“Shhhh…shhh honey,” she assured me, “You’re fine, you’re exactly what we want…”

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thanks to Joshua67, ElephantPorn and especially RiF for ideas and guidance

#growingintothejob

[specialagentlokitty]

Patrick Jane x reader - perfect is a person

Hi!! Could I ask for a Patrick x Jane drabble with prompt 1 and 2! I just wanted to say that ur writting is really good!! And ur one of the few who write for him : - Anon 💜

1: “And she looked at me… like there was something worth looking at…”

2: “I fear one day you’ll see me for what I truly am… and you’ll leave me all alone.”

Laying on the couch, you were playing a game on your phone when the team came back in.

Setting the phone aside, you shifted into a sitting position and gave them all a bright smile and a wave.

“Hey.”

“Hey, you waiting for Jane?” Rigsby asked.

“Yup. Know where he is?” You asked.

“I think he was talking to Lisbon.” Grace smiled.

You nodded your head and laid back down to carry on playing your game.

You weren’t sure how long you were playing the game for, but you got bored waiting and decided to take a nap while you did.

Cho covered you up with his jacket and they carried on with their work.

Not long after that Patrick and Lisbon came through, and Patrick immediately spotted you sleeping on the couch.

“We must’ve been longer than we thought.” He said.

“I guess so, why not leave her for a bit.” Lisbon smiled.

They all loved you, so they didn’t mind having you sleeping in the office while they were working.

In fact, there were days you’d come by just to see them.

Patrick sat down in front of the couch, resting his head on it as he read his book.

A few minutes of silence passed, and Patrick was messing with your phone.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Rigsby asked.

Patrick looked up and nodded his head, setting your phone and his book aside.

Rigsby got up from his desk and walked over, sitting down in front of his coworker.

“How did you know (Y/N) was the right one?” He asked.

Everyone perked up at this question.

They were curious about this, Patrick was distraught when he first came by, and none of them could blame him.

And you weren’t in such a good state when they first met you either.

They’d gone by your work to ask you a few questions, and you’d just had your store burned down and you were injured in the fire.

But you were always smiling and laughing when they saw you.

Patrick looked back at you and smiled, kissing the back of your hand.

“We weren’t supposed to start dating.” He explained.

Patrick sighed, and looked at them all.

“I was offering her support after the fire, and we got to talking. I wasn’t ready to move on, and she had too much to deal with, then one night she was looking at me…”

You started to stir, and you could hear the conversation but you pretended to still be asleep.

“And she looked at me… like there was something worth looking at…” he whispered.

Everyone smiled, and you reached around, hugging him as you pressed a kiss to the side of his head.

Patrick quickly turned around and you smiled at him.

“Because there is something worth looking at Patrick.”

You sat up and he stood up, grabbing your stuff.

“Thank you for the jacket Cho.”

“No problem.” He smiled.

You handed him his jacket back and held your hand out to Patrick.

He smiled and took your hand and you guys said your byes to everyone before heading out.

You went for a small dinner before he came back to your apartment with you.

You headed to the bedroom to go get changed into more comfortable clothes.

While you were changing your top, the door opened and Patrick came in.

Quickly you covered yourself with your blanket.

“Do you have a spare top? I spilt tea on mine.”

You chuckled and nodded towards the wardrobe.

“Thank you.”

Walking over, he kissed the top of your head and grabbed a top, throwing it on he turned back around and tilted his head a little.

“Why are you doing that?”

“Doing what?”

“Hiding yourself.”

You averted your eyes and he walked over, sitting next to you with a frown on his face.

“(Y/N)?”

“I just…”

“You’re scared.” He whispered.

You nodded your head.

Patrick wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

“You’re perfect, I understand if you’re scared. I can leave so you can change if you’d like?” He offered.

“Yes please.”

He smiled and kissed your head and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Quickly you changed into a large hoodie and left the room, heading over to the couch you tucked yourself back into his side.

“You know you’re perfect, right?”

“It’s just.. hard…”

“What’s on your mind?”

You sighed, sitting up, you turned to him.

“I fear one day you’ll see me for what I truly am… and you’ll leave me all alone.”

“You’re not a monster (Y/N), you’re absolutely stunning.”

“Tell that to the people who’ve seen my back and run away…”

Patrick leant forward, placing his hands on the side of your face.

“They just don’t know true beauty when they see it.”

He smiled and leant over, kissing your nose, then head then gently kissing you.

Smiling into the kiss, you shuffled forward and he immediately pulled you into him.

Laughing, you kissed him again, and rested your head on his chest, letting him hold you.

Patrick smiled down at you, pulling the blanket from the back of the couch he covered you with it, messing with your hood.

You rolled over, resting your chin on his chest as you looked up at him, and Patrick smiled down at you, holding you a little tighter as he beamed brightly.

The amount of love you had for this man was ridiculous, and you knew you were never going to find anyone as good as him

#the mentalist x reader #the mentalist imagine #the mentalist #patrick jane imagine #patrick jane x reader #patrick jane

[nothingtherefornow]

“B-BUT CHLOE APOLOGIZED IN XOMBIZOU AND QUEEN WASP!”

1. Zombizou she only apologized to Bustier. Not the people who were ACTUALLY wronged by her. Ie marinette for destroying her gift.

2. She only apologized to ladybug because she admired her.

“BUT FELIX AND NATHALIE NEVER APOLOGIIIZED”

3. You’re right, they didn’t apologize directly, but the greatest apology is changed behavior. They changed their behavior. Nathalie went out of her way to protect Adrien afterwards. And Felix chose to do right by them afterwards. Also yes both Chloe and Felix stole miraculi from Ladybug but the latters motives weren’t just “I GOT TOLD NO HISSSS”

“BUT GABRIEL WAS REDEEMED!”

4. Lol no. Gabriel was never sorry for what he did. He took the easy way out. He didn’t regret anything.

I could argue about Gabriel not regretting what he did but I think there's a higher chance that in the end, after Bug Noir beat him and made him listen to Emilie's recording, that he realized his wife would hate him for what he did. What the point of bringing Emilie back if the only thing he gets out of it is a Divorce ? Gabriel may be able to control Adrien, but he wouldn't be able to do the same with his wife once she realized how far he went to bring her back

Maybe Gabriel also realized that no matter how much control he has over Adrien with his amok, his son would still hate him and their relationship was truly ruined. An awake Emilie would also easily spot Gabriel using the rings to subdue their son and not be alright with it. Even if Gabriel made his wish and used it to kill Marinette by making her the sacrifice, he would only end up with a wife and a son hating him for life. Not to forget, Gabriel was also still planning to heal Nathalie with his original wish, yet she was almost ready to kill him to stop him. Had Gabriel actually succeeded, who know if Nathalie wouldn't have tried to take Adrien's amok from Garbage Agreste in order to free Adrien, and reveal all the truth to him and Emilie about the terrible Gabriel did ?

So yeah in a way, If Gabriel finally realized through his madness that both Nathalie and Emilie would be against him in the new world he wanted to create, it makes sense that he would want to take the easy way out and join his wife in death by trying to fix part of his mess and giving up his own life for that.

But like I said, there's also a reason why the ML writting team made Gabriel formulate his wish in a manner that does not make it clear what he truly wished for. We know that Nathalie being healed was part of Gabriel's wish, but was it the only thing ? Was he actually sincere when he asked Marinette to not tell Adrien about the monster that was his father ? Or was he manipulating her ? What if what Lila saw and was scared of at the end of Re creation was actually another consequence of Gabriel's wish ?

#miraculous ladybug #ml thoughts #ml rant #miraculous ladybug speculation

[reversedumbrella]

hello and happy birthday!! I wanted to thank you for your art, your comics always make me smile anytime I see them and I really love how expressive the faces you draw are! Your demon OC's are also very cool looking... would you like to tell something about them? do you make these for some story or just for fun? 👀

Hope you have a good day.. or night!

thank you!!

my demon oc's are just for fun! they belong to a series of stories "demonicismos" which i don't plan on ever writting. sometimes i don't even remember their stories! i always find myself revising these characters and changing stuff about them and how their world works. i haven't got the opportunity to infodump about these uys in years (actually counting for how long some of them have been around is making me sick)

im going to talk a lot about them. like. A LOT

checking the demonicismos tag on my blog led me to discover i have never really posted much about them, despite the fact that i made charater charts in 2020 or something (unavailable to me atm. most drawings of these characters are away from me rn)

nowadays i don't really care much about them. i've thought about doing a digital card game with them like south park: phone destroyer (yes i used to be into south park. im not ashamed of it. im using this example bc i really liked how a kid could only ever be in the battle field one side at the time. if your opponent played character A and you also had that one, you had to wait until they opponent's died. i also thought about playing around with character dinamics. if a character saw someone they hated join their team, they'd join the enemy team and vice-versa. i got distracted so i never started programming it)

currently im mostly trying to redesign the characters as an exercise for myself. these were the original concepts for egil (pink), marcel (orange/red) and antonio (yellow), versus more recently (i am unhappy in regards to marcel and antonio)

Design Rules

my ideas have changed over time and with them how characters should look. first there weren't any rules, i just drew whatever. then i choose that every demon should have horns and a tail even in human form - it would be a reminder of what they lost. they'd never be human again. then i went back and forth on how much demons could change their shape. it ended with all demons having a human form and a demon form, with some having specific shapeshifting habilities but always with horns and a tail (egil can stretch his limbs but mostly does so in order to be the tallest guy in the room) my last rule, added for this exercise, is that all demons always have their human face. the idea came from that undertale quote - "despite everything its still you" no matter what you do its still you. the good. the bad. you. demons can blame their behaviour on the "corruptive nature of hell" but its them

Basic Lore

i debated myself over wheter or not i'd talk indept about worldbuilding lore, which would triple this post's size. let's go through the basics. people die and become demons in hell. hell is divided into numbered layers and where someone goes after they die is judged according to the motto "nobody deserves to suffer". people that actively stopped others from suffering go to layer 1 and people that found joy in other's suffering go to 9. a demon belongs to a layer but can go to the ones below it, but not above (demons from 5 can go to 6,7,8,9 but not 4,3,2,1). demons are souls, and their physical bodies are made of mud transformed by that soul. i was inspired by some papers i read on witchcraft. demons couldn't manifets physical bodies so they'd trick people with smoke, gases and dust in the air a demon can only have one body at a time. if their arm is cut off 1) they reattach it or 2) a new one grows at the same pace the other turns back into mud. if the entire body is destroyed they reform from the mud in ground demons dont need to eat or sleep but feel hunger and sleepyness. hell is a punishement for their behaviour so layer 1 is ok, layer 9 is... not. money is also a thing. because this is hell

demons have powers based on personality and character flaws

a demon's size is based on their strength - how big their soul is - but their human form is the size of their human alive self. there are 3 ways for a soul to grow. 1) feel strong emotions, then rest and absorve those emotions. its important to rest. 2) cannibalism. eating other demons body part will give that part's strength 3) deals. a demon can share their power. deals are fast but demand consent. cannibalism is slow but nobody can stop it

Finally talking about the Characters

i don't remember very well the first story i made. it was about a boy that had another boy living in his head. and the boy in his head was really angry because he couldn't do anything and when he got extra angry things started to burn and melt around them

miguel (or michael or any other version of this name)... actually i just remembered i wanted to do this guy's story

Egil. his original design was based off angel dust from the hazbin hotel pilot and i don't think he has changed that much.

those blue branches on his head are the guy who killed him. there are ways to permanetly end a demon and after egil did that, the dude fused into his head. the pink arms and legs are rubber gloves/boots. he's a biologist, specialized in genetics. his house/layer is full of vats filled with unnatural stuff growing in there. he doesn't have friends, he's prone to anger and always has to be the smartest person in a room - this goes with his tendency to always be the tallest person in a room. his shapeshifting powers come from his unhappines with himself and inferiority complex. he used to love biology but now tries to gain knowledge just so he can know more than the people around him. he gets angry easily so he's an unpleasant person to be around so he doesn't have any friends so he convinces himself he doesn't need anyone and i hope im making sense here

antonio and marcel. father and son. marcel my baby. you deserve a redesign more than anything

back when the stories where set in an alternative earth with history similar to ours, antonio was an italian american. now i don't know. he went around killing fascists and made immortality magic so strong one of those "get rid of you permanetly" things just sent him to hell and is now lodge in his heart. he can remove the sword and use it as a weapon but his beating human heart is there and removing it will kill him permanently (unless you put the sword through another heart) in hell he had time to think and understood that he was only killing fascists to saciate his bloodthirst on people he deemed deserving of death. the true way of ending fascism is with good infrastructure and school system. killing fascists became an hobby

marcel... my sweet son marcel that deserves better colors. rules don't apply to him he can do whatever he wants and i'd let him. technically a cannibal

quick sketch of the sisters. i don't rememeber their names. i dont even remember if they had names. based on a bird and on a pupper/spider. cannibal vs deals

they're both very manipulative. the bird one, the older sister, always got the upper hand at home so the spider one let out her frustrations by manipulating and controlling people. the bird one can turn people to birds and control them if they hear her play her harp. this counts as cannibalism (slow and no consent needed). the spider one manipulates weaker demons into bellonging to her by deals. in their story they end up fighting each other as they scream their frustrations, coming to the conclusion that everything is their mother's fault (wrong)

barbara and barbara, one is based off a carnivorous plant and the other a bear

i had never thought of them as friends until i started the redesigns but now i kinda like the idea. they're both cannibals with my favourite being the plant one. in this drawing she's missing teeth on those big green jaws. she closes them with some guy inside and digests him

i have so many more characters but i've also been writting this the whole afternoon

#i really enjoyed getting to remember all of this #i don't think of these guys very often #so it was nice #xavier #demonicismos