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imagine-knowing-a-name · 6 months

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It's Not A Phase

Summary: You've been dating Wanda for a while now, long enough that she wants to introduce you to the Avengers. Common room photos, however, reveal a side to her that you'd never seen before... a certain emo side.

Word Count: 1288

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: mentions of killing people, but generally just fluff!

A/N: you can blame @family-house-of-m for this one

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Very few things in this world feel as untouchable, unobtainable, and awe-inspiring as this; the architecture of the tower is symbolic, in a way, touching the sky like a beacon of hope.

But from where you stand in the street, dwarfed by its massive, looming shadow, you've never felt so insignificant. You shove your hands deep into your pockets, huddling in on yourself despite the warm summer air, as you wait for your girlfriend to appear.

When she does, she arrives like the blossoming buds in the park, a ray of colour and joy emerging from steely grey. Just like on a walk among the flowers, you feel yourself relax upon seeing her.

You smile and open your arms for an embrace that she willingly falls into, then she giggles into your neck.

"You look beautiful, sweetheart," you murmur when she pulls back, though your arms still drape over her shoulders. It's the truth too, with her long hair flowing free and swaying slightly in the light breeze, down to her coral and white sundress trailing her every turn. She's beautiful, and you want her to know it.

She takes your praise with a blush, pushing herself closer to your chest until your sporadic heart rate catches her attention.

"Are you nervous?"

"They're intimidating," you defend.

"They're harmless when you know them. But I'd fight any one of them if they made you uncomfortable," she promises, "and I'd win."

You know she's telling the truth, as – you assume – her team knows too. While your girlfriend may be the embodiment of summer and light, you know what she's capable of against those who hurt her loved ones.

"Getting through today without a fight is a goal I didn't expect to need."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she apologises, though you're quick to reassure her it's not a true concern. "They're going to love you, I think. Really, I'm the one who should be getting nervous."

"I don't plan to ditch you for your family; what else is there to be concerned about?"

"Oh great, another worry I didn't expect to need," she grumbles, a smile teasing her lips at the callback to your previous words. You scoff and playfully push at her shoulder with a shake of your head. She grins and pulls herself back into your arms. "It's…something else, but you'll see it when we're up there."

"Is my sweet superhero girlfriend hiding a deep secret?" you say with a fake gasp, playing into the act until she grabs your hand and pulls you into the building. "Something scandalous?" you tease again while you stand shoulder-to-shoulder in the elevator. You know without looking that she rolls her eyes, but you still don't get an answer out of her.

She interlocks her fingers with yours again just before the elevator pings, signalling your arrival at the destination. She takes a deep breath and you fear she's settled your own nerves at the expense of her own; you squeeze her hand and let her lead you forward into the common room.

"She's back everyone!" The yell takes you by surprise and before you know it you've jumped away from the voice and into your girlfriend, who shoots a glare at the laughing redhead.

"Natasha, this is Y/N. Y/N, Natasha."

"Um, nice to meet you," you greet, moving forward to shake her hand despite the flush of embarrassment lingering on your face.

Natasha clasps your hand, returning the greeting with a polite "pleasure to meet you too". Even if her smirk never fades and she tracks her eyes first over you, then over your girlfriend.

You cast a nervous glance behind you, before stepping back to your girlfriend's side; she smiles encouragingly at you, which fades when her gaze falls back to Natasha.

"Where are the others?"

"On their way, I'd assume. Did you not hear me shout for them?"

"We heard," the girl beside you huffs, drawing another smirk out of the older woman.

Natasha turns to you again, "they really are all excited to meet you, Y/N. Wanda's told us so much about you."

Before you can ask about what she's said, the room suddenly crowds with an influx of Avengers, all talking over each other to introduce themself to you first. Red wisps wrap around you and pull you free from the crowd to stand slightly behind her, the witch putting herself between you and the team until they prove they can act reasonably.

They don't take the hint and Natasha notices the growing stress of both you and your girlfriend, so she drops the teasing act in order to command the crowd into a line. You're surprised by the rapid change in pace from her drawing enjoyment from your fear and embarrassment to defending you against the rabid Avengers hoard. Wanda doesn't seem quite so shocked, as if she knew Natasha's allegiance all along – of course, that is very possible, considering they're teammates while you'd only met the redhead five minutes before.

Thanks to the assassin's work, however, you're soon able to greet each Avenger one by one, all with an opinion on your relationship with Wanda ranging from: "She's been so much happier since knowing you," to "Why on earth would you date my sister?"

The latter came, of course, from Pietro, Wanda's older twin brother. He took his self-assigned role as Wanda's protector very seriously: testing your grip on the handshake, glaring from across the room, and criticising his sister in the expectation that you'd say wonderful things about her to prove him wrong. You expect the "I'll hurt you if you hurt my sister," talk to come any day now, especially if you end up hanging out in the Avengers tower more frequently.

Regardless, he seems to approve for now, nodding his head and letting you walk farther into the common space, where you notice a very interesting picture up on the wall. You step closer almost without thinking, and certainly without comprehending your girlfriend's hesitant interruption behind you.

You turn back to her with a wide grin across your face and a sparkle in your eyes that she can't help but smile at, even if her eyes display a tense dread waiting for your reaction.

"Did my girlfriend…" you begin, edging back towards her, "my sweet, summer girlfriend… have an emo phase?" You're standing right in front of her now, foreheads practically touching as you interlace her fingers in yours, grinning knowingly.

"It's not a phase," Pietro teases, though his mouth is promptly shut in a red mist.

"Yeah, she's still emo-" Tony continues in his place. He is silenced too, but your eyes widen and Wanda realises that it's too late.

"Not so summery after all, huh?" you whisper for only her to hear.

"Not with them."

"I love getting to see that side of you." You punctuate it with a kiss, before speaking up for the whole team to hear you again. "Was that the big secret?" She nods. "Oh, my love, you didn't have to worry about that, I'll stand by you through any style you choose. I thought it was going to be that you'd killed someone or something!"

"...I mean, I have done that," she says bluntly. You look up at the team to see if she's joking, but they're all in various stages of thought themselves: slight grimaces, scratching heads, slow nods, and all avoiding eye contact.

"You all have, haven't you?" you ask.

"Missions aren't without their casualties," comes Natasha's reply; her voice is flat, but you can see the strained nonchalance with which she shrugs and you pull Wanda closer.

"I'll love you no matter what, even through your big, dark, emo secret."

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how you get the girl (11)

🌌 and that's how it works- that's how you got the girl. 🌌

part i

it is widely known that anakin skywalker excels at nearly everything- except one: how to get the girl of his dreams.

words: ~5.4k (warning: also did not proofread)

aotc anakin skywalker x padawan!ofc (+ besties padme & artoo)

best friends to lovers, miscommunication, a little angst ig?, fluff, whiny emo teenager padawans

Evelyn found herself meditating more aggressively than usual the next morning... with a lightsaber.

After she had finished her perimeter check in just an hour, she resorted to whipping her weapon around in a never-ending storm.

Her mind was too scattered, too dark. It was consumed by feelings she had suppressed for far too long, even though they were inevitable.

The vibrations hummed in the air. and she danced along with it. As she fought the enemy in her mind, she lost herself to the flow of it, letting the Force embody her, and she the Force.

Twirling and thrusting and concentrating, Evelyn reached the peak of her combination and went for the blowing swing.

Only to find resistance on the other end.

Opening her eyes in alarm, she was welcomed with the plague himself, his saber connected ferociously to hers.

Sparks sprouted around them, their blue rays challenging each other as they pushed one another.

"I knew I'd find you here," Anakin smirked, never faltering in his engagement to her saber.

From the intersection of their blades, Evelyn couldn't help but feel a little lost at the sight of his azure eyes, seeing how it matched their twined lightsabers.

She's always subtly complimented him about it, but never in the way she thought at that very moment.

"Oh yeah?" she dared to push against him a little harder, partly as a way to scold herself, "Is that what you told yourself running 'round the past few days?"

At this she ducked underneath his arm, freeing the both of them to circle around each other.

He chuckled deeply, "So you own up to actively avoiding me?"

Evelyn tilted her head, smiling behind the spinning blur of her lightsaber.

"You know I never lie."

"Well then if you're so honest," Anakin edged on, pointing the tip of his saber towards her, "Then what say you a bet?"

Despite herself and the events of the last few days (or the lack thereof), she was open to the idea.

She did admit that she found his composed demeanor quite strange, knowing Anakin extremely well as impatient. She expected harsh questioning, annoyed monologues, nosy tendencies; instead, he was acting as anything but that. Well, to an extent-he was still his cocky self this early in the morning.

Padme's rubbing off on him, I guess.

"Go on."

"We duel." Anakin states strongly, "It's been a while, so it’s even ground. And whoever wins, gets to make the other do something."

Evelyn scoffed, "Well, that's what a bet is. I meant, what's at stake?"

"If I win, you stop acting like a hellion and join us today. No questions asked," he gazed down at her.

Huh?

"And if I win?" she stopped walking, keeping her weapon by her side.

"I leave you alone," Anakin said simply, face unreadable.

Curious.

They regarded one another for a while, eyeing the other for any foul intentions. Taking it to the next level, their reach out to each other through the Force was wide open, unlike how Evelyn had closed herself off from him for days.

And so she rushed forward, swinging the first strike.

He met her by his head, admittedly a little shocked she would go straight for his neck.

He forced her to his right, then pulled her towards him so she would spin away, allowing for him to regroup. Anakin lunged for her legs, leaving a path of light in the wake of her fast feet, backing up on her toes as preparation to jump over his head.

She landed facing his back, and snatched his defenseless side as an opportunity. But as she expected, he had blocked her, his arms twisted to cover him, and his face turned over his shoulder to peek at her determined face.

He smiled, missing this.

A battling blur of blue and white ensued, dangerously similar to lightspeed; their movement rocked back and forth, bringing balance to their battle as they danced a tango they've danced before.

Both were swift, sure and strong in their steps, and it was painfully clear that they were each other's equals as they showed no falter.

Behind her followed her streak of dark hair, as sharp as her eyes; ever following Anakin's movements, discerning, calculating, deciding. She tried to ignore how his eyes never left hers if he could help it, and how she couldn't leave his. Evelyn didn't know what made this spar so different, but it intoxicated her senses.

She blamed the heat she was feeling on their lightsabers.

On the other side of their ferocious frolic, Anakin watched her fight as his body responded naturally, for they always did a thousand times. Her eyes narrowed, her teeth gnawing on her lip, her hair falling into place; he could fight her over and over again, win over and over again, lose over and over again, if it meant he got to witness this.

Unsurprisingly, Anakin maneuvered his saber in a way that always confused his opponents. Rarely Evelyn, however, as she had seen his signature move enough to handle it. He spun it impossibly fast twice behind and in front of him, meaning to draw her attention everywhere.

He was unsuccessful.

But he was counting on that.

Her perfect-on-paper tactic to strike his legs the split second his momentum drove him upwards was met with a jump. Anakin tucked his knees up to her surprise, then scooped her lightsaber in to turn against her.

He had caged her in: her own vertically challenging the side of her face, and his horizontally threatening her throat. Yet all she could feel was his racing heartbeat behind her as he pressed her back into his chest.

She silently hoped he couldn't feel hers.

"And one more thing." she barely stopped herself from shivering when his breath tingled her ear, practically feeling his ear-to-ear grin, “You've gotta wear the dress."

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It's shorter than I thought.

Evelyn expected as much. Padme was almost 4 inches shorter than her with a much daintier physique- of course, she would need less tightening of the soft corset attached, and it would stop above her ankles rather than her feet.

Though, the Padawan wasn't going to lie- the dress was beautiful.

Padme deserved credit for her fashion sense, for she knew well enough that Evelyn preferred simplicity and comfort, and gifted her a dress she was in genuine admiration of.

Like everything here, it was soft; lace hugging her skin as if it knew it belonged to be on her. She wasn't sure how Padme had come to know of her favourite colour, but the wispy layers of the dress were of a midnight blue, the same one would see if they looked up at the sky in the latest hours of the night.

Yes, it may have been odd given that all of her life was spent in space- one would think she would be tired of such a shade. But the night had been her friend since before she was plucked out of Canto Bight's fathier farm, always reassuring her that it was okay not to sleep, always staying with her as she told it her hopes and dreams until the sun came to ruin it all.

The straps on each side intertwined with one another, deceiving all to believe they were dark vines crawling up from the gently layered skirt, up her soft corset, across her shoulders. It wrapped her in all the right places, and she couldn't stop feeling anxious about wearing it in front of other people. Angling herself around multiple times to ensure nothing was more awkward, she scrutinised herself in the mirror.

"So this is what Padme feels like everyday," she said to herself, “Not in the same robes everyday, feeling pretty and strong.”

An all too familiar series of robotic chirps muffled through the door, and she knew R2 had come to escort her; unsurprisingly, Anakin and Padme had gone ahead.

She took a deep breath, still slightly upset she had lost the duel, and headed for the door.

"Where did you say?" Evelyn asked her companion.

They had just crossed a riverbank, encircled by large, majestic waterfalls that kissed her lightly with its teardrops.

"We're almost there! Just up ahead in the field," R2 beeped, letting out a surprised yelp as Evelyn placed him safely down on the bank.

"Hey, watch your language, Artoo," Evelyn frowned, Anakin's been talking to him too much, “Plus, I thought you could swim?"

He zoomed through the grass at the implication, afraid he'd be sent swimming back to the villa.

"Seems a bit extra for me to wear a dress like this out here, no?"

She watched her step, careful not to stain the dress.

He whirred and tittered in response, and it made Evelyn beam bashfully.

"Thank you, R2. And you look pretty, too."

It was a bright, ever sunny day, but Evelyn supposed the giant waterfalls provided them with a dew that brightened the whole field up.

She didn't know whether to be surprised or not anymore, for the flowers scattering the scene were breathtaking.

Just up ahead, was the pair sitting on a small clearing, where blades of grass turned outwards as if accommodating them.

"Evelyn," Padme gasped, cupping her face as she stood to meet the approaching Padawan, "Oh, it's so much better than I imagined!"

Padme squealed softly and held her at arms-length, observing her.

"You look amazing as well, Padme."

Indeed she did, in a floral dress that spelled out her elegance, the sun making it almost golden to the eye.

Anakin’s got one lucky ass.

"I do apologise, I didn't have anything that was longer for your height and less formal for the occasion.”

"No, please don't!" grasping her hands in return, "I can't thank you enough for your kindness. It truly is beautiful.”

"Well, it is even more so now," Padme smiled, dragging her towards Anakin, the droid and a noticeable basket in the middle, "Come! We haven't started eating yet."

"Good, Anakin wouldn't have left anything,” she joked, earning Padme's laugh.

The close attention from his gaze was not lost to her, and she couldn't bring herself to look straight at him.

But his aura forced her to. So, she looked to where he was sitting, already seeing him scan her every detail, every inch of her new look.

"So, where's your dress?" Evelyn snipped to break the ice. They sat down, and Padme began to offload the food in front of them.

"Oh, I would've worn it," he broke out of his trance and reached for a sandwich, "But I wouldn't've looked as pretty as you do right now"

Evelyn almost choked on nothing, refusing to let them see the profuse blush colouring her cheeks as she glanced down.

What lovely grass.

In all of their time together, Anakin had never called her 'pretty' out of nowhere. And even when he did, it was in the most unserious of contexts.

It wasn't to say that Evelyn never thought of Anakin as... attractive. Because he was.

It would be a crime to try and lie about that. Girls in and out of the temple would gawk and giggle as he walked past, and Evelyn would be there to watch all of it, trying her best not to let it influence her perspective.

"So, Ani," Padme brought up quickly as she sensed Evelyn's discomfort, "How did you draw our mission leader away from her duties?"

A pang of guilt rang in Evelyn's chest.

"An aggressive negotiation" they said at the same time. Though, Anakin had his mouth half-full.

"Aggressive negotiation?" Padme asked, "What's that?"

Evelyn waved a hand for Anakin to proceed, who laughed as he swallowed his food, "It's, well, a negotiation with a lightsaber.

"You guys did what now?" Padme asked astounded.

They burst into laughter, and that was the start of an afternoon that surprised even Evelyn. As if nothing had happened, the three of them bonded- talking of both surface and deeper topics, and getting up to explore the field when they found sitting tiresome.

"Careful!" came Evelyn's shriek.

The two women watched as the rebel was thrown around on a wild shaak's (as Evelyn had learned the creature was called) back, trying to maintain his balance as they unsteadily shot down the hill.

"Anakin Skywalker, you are not going to die on an animal's back on my mission!"

She assured Padme that she would retrieve him, telling her to stay put with R2. Evelyn removed her sandals, hiked up her dress and ran as fast as she could until she found a falter in the shaak’s prance.

"Then join me!" he yelled down at her. Anakin's big hand shot out, albeit bouncing up and down, and stayed there until she skeptically decided to take it.

A yelp escaped her mouth as she was tugged up, and she clung on to him for dear life when she had realised what she had done.

"Oh my word, I shouldn't be condoning this behaviour."

"Aw, c'mon, we used to do more reckless thing before this." he threw over his shoulder.

"Yes, but imagine how this would look if I had to report this back to the Council!"

"Then it'll stay a secret!" Anakin whooped, appreciating the feeling of Evelyn's arms wrapped around him.

He swerved them to the left, tightening her hold around his waist. They were both laughing to the point where their stomachs hurt, and she didn't find it so bad after all.

As they galloped towards the river, where a waterfall awaited them, Anakin tried to halt.

To no avail. His smile slowly faded. He tried again.

The shaak only seemed to gain speed, and it viciously dashed through the green and towards the roar of water.

30 meters.

"Anakin?" Evelyn's frantic call rang in his ears.

10 meters.

"Anakin!"

"Shit," he muttered. Anakin turned on his heels, taking her up into his arms and braced himself.

And just as the shaak feigned to head straight into the river, Anakin used the Force in panic to push it a sharp right, throwing them off its back and deep into the river.

The pressure hit them hard, water seizing their figures into its clutches. Evelyn felt herself wrapped against someone, and managed to open her eyes to see Anakin’s blurry figure inches away from her; strong arms wrapped around her, as if a protective shell from the impact.

Her heart dropped.

She took him with her as she rushed to the surface, ears popping to the angry bellow of the stream.

To her relief, and her wheezing composure, Anakin's blue eyes took her in, desperately surveying her, reflexively reaching for her.

"Are you okay?" he gasped nervously before she could ask. The two Padawans floated there, Evelyn's dress billowing around them.

Then she slapped him on the chest.

"Ow!"

"Why did you do that?!"

“What do you mean why did I-"

“You could've gotten yourself killed!"

"I'm sorry, are you really scolding me for prote-

"You don't need to protect me! We're both Jedi, Anakin!"

"I'm sorry, I just thought-”

"Well, don't!" she huffed. Her eyes were full of fear, and so was her Force signature- a mixture of colours that she would be ashamed to have. Colours of the dark.

Anakin saw it, and tried bringing her back to him. They held onto each other for what seemed like forever, brown meeting blue, chests heaving underwater. Her hair had come undone out of its tie, her lashes laced with droplets- he had never seen such beauty as he did then.

"Okay, I'm sorry," he said carefully, eyes shifting down to her lips dangerously. Just a split second.

She noticed how close they were, and she couldn't resist roaming her stare to his wet hair, his strong jaw, his eyes.

"But you have to admit that was fun,” he quietly said in between them, and it bled the red out of her mind, turning into soothing blue and starlight, like he always managed to do.

“Yeah," her eyes flickered down too, a smile creeping up her own, "It was."

Evelyn welcomed his scent to wash over her, mixing with the smell of fresh water and wind blown grass.

Anakin couldn't believe he had always had the privilege of being this close to her all his life, but only noticed how much he couldn't bear to be without it now.

Did she perhaps feel as tortured as he did?

Was this it?

Was this the moment he had been waiting for?

Surfacing from the depths out of nowhere, her lightsaber caught her attention.

And so she decided not.

The young Jedi pulled away, blinking rapidly as she kicked to the shore, a confused Anakin just on her toes.

The red fog was back, and this time it was consuming both of their hearts.

"Now can you just tell me what's wrong?" he asked frustratedly, trudging out onto the bank.

She angrily hauled the wet dress that weighed her down, now dead from its wistful life just moments before.

"What?" she asked stiffly, her back remained turned to him.

He who couldn't care less about how cold he felt from the water, ridding himself of his leather vest and outer robe to catch up to her.

"Seriously? You've avoided me since we got here, and it's been annoying the shit out of me."

"There's nothing wrong," she turned to him, wet waves accompanying her rigid features, "And even if there was, why would I necessarily need to tell you?"

"Because you always have no matter what" his feet automatically followed her traipse up the bank, long strides getting him next to her in no time, "We always have."

She visibly struggled to walk away faster in her sopping dress.

"Well, you don't need to know everything about me."

"But I do!"

"Well we're just friends, Anakin!" she did not stop, one expressive hand flinging in the air, "Sometimes, I wanna have my own mind to think with, and sometimes you'll have to deal with things yourself, too!"

At that, his anger flared. He grabbed her wrist and turned her equally enraged face to him.

"What is going on with you?" he exclaimed.

"Nothing!"

She yanked her wrist away from him, and they were face to face, having an almost-screaming match.

"Bullshit.”

"Look, you have every opportunity to talk to someone you genuinely care about, someone you’ve really liked since we were kids," she swung her arm behind her, implying Padme, "Her door is right next to yours, and I'm giving you a chance to do what you can't when we leave."

Anakin swallowed. He'll take the chance.

"Are you... jealous?"

"What? Why would I be jealous?"

He shook the sinking feeling off.

"Well, I am worried about you, Eve," his voice rose.

She turned back around, striding once more; he followed.

"There's no need, nothing is wrong."

"You're lying through your teeth." he heatedly said to her as they walked, "And you told me you never lie."

"And because that's so, maybe this is a reflection of your inability to trust me or be wrong,” she hollered back.

"No, Eve! I know you better than anyone else in the world- in the whole goddamn galaxy," he pointed an accusatory finger at her, "You're acting just like how you used to when we first met."

"No, I'm not! I'm just making sure you and Padme get all the time you can!" her strong voice wavered.

He stopped in his tracks, breathing heavy, looking at her longingly.

"But why does that have to come at such a steep cost?"

"What?" she whipped around, not quite believing what she heard.

"I feel like I'm losing you, Eve. It feels like you're making me choose when at the end of the day- at the end of it all- you are my best friend. And I refuse to let you go that easy."

"Ani-” she shook her head.

Breathe, trying her best not to let tears fall. Not here, not now.

"You're stuck with me, like you were 10 years ago, whether you like it or not.”

Both of them panted at the speed they had been playing chase, and they stood there planted, gouging out what was next to come.

She took a deep breath, letting go of her skirt and tucking her wet hair behind her ears out of habit.

"Ani, I am making you choose. Because the two of us, we, break the Code everyday, every mission, every second we serve under the Order."

"Well, then-"

"But you and Padme can hide this with the distance as horrible as it sounds. You guys can survive through it," Evelyn pushed past his urge to interrupt, "We have and will always be looked down on for being... best friends."

She couldn't stop it anymore; her voice broke as she looked away from him, suddenly cursing the sky for setting into the night that she loved.

"…What are you saying?" he croaked. The world had never been quieter.

“Maybe I'm telling you to make the right choice.

And it isn't me."

•〰️•

Traveling back was painful. Dinner was painful. Going to bed was painful.

It tormented Anakin to know that this was what heartbreak felt like, and he didn't know whether he would be able to mend it.

He didn't need to go to sleep to face a possible nightmare, for he felt he was already living in one.

The stars cried for him, pouring out compassion through their twinkling lights. There, in his bed with the moonlight bathing him, did his sorrows lie. Fear, anger, hate lead to the dark side; but every time he was scared, it drove him to fight harder. To fight harder for her. And why was that so bad?

But when has he ever liked losing? When had he ever been obedient?

Never. Especially not with her. But ultimately, she had chosen him over herself, prioritising him over whatever she may or may not have felt; it saddened him even more.

Anakin swung the duvet out of his way, leaning his elbows into his knees. Taking his loose, camel-coloured shirt from a chair, he slipped it on and treaded for the balcony with a tired rub of his eyes.

Stepping out into the cool midnight air, he looked to his right, a small twinge of hope to see Evelyn on her own balcony, melancholy dripping off of her.

But she wasn't there.

Of course she isn't.

She was the one who found solitude in her self-control. When she made up her mind, it was often too hard to change it.

He knew she was right deep down; he just couldn’t believe that he had lost her in the snap of his fingers, when he spent so long to even get close to her.

The cool stone ledge under his hands comforted him in a strange way, in a manner that even the stars couldn't; it grounde him back to reality, back to his present, back to the light of the Force-

Evelyn?

In the distance, just about to detach from the dock, was Evelyn's undeniable silhouette aboard a gondola.

Alarm rang throughout his body, and he stumbled around in a rush to get her.

No doubt, he would go after her.

Anakin pushed off from the balustrade, and ran faster than he ever had- through the dark corridor, down the grand staircase, and towards the docks.

"Eve!" he bellowed, running down countless steps, not keeping in mind who could've heard him.

For once, he thanked the years of rigorous training for his stamina. One foot in front of the other, he raced time to see Evelyn drifting further and further away from the shore- from him.

"Eve!" he cupped his hands over his mouth, heaving from the rush while he dreadfully stood at the very edge of the wood.

She didn't turn. She was painfully still, too; he feared the worst.

Was she leaving them? Was she under some sort of trick? Did someone get to her? Was she-

No.

Like always, Anakin acted impulsively, this time fuelled by an intoxicating amount of adrenaline.

He jumped.

He dove through the water less gracefully than he'd hoped, and swam until his whole body burned.

Don't go. Don't go. Don't go.

In time, the cold sting of the water motivated him to keep going.

Stroke by stroke, he could feel her presence intensify, and he had never been so glad to bask in it.

Seeing the tail of the gondola in the short moment he went up for air, Anakin stopped, grabbing onto it.

"Anakin?" he heard through muffled ears.

Thank the Maker.

Her startled face was illuminated by the blue glow of her lightsaber, but he didn't care, pulling himself up to join her from the loud splashing he had caused.

"What are you doing out here?" he gasped in confrontation.

"What are you doing out here?" she retaliated; no bags, not even properly dressed, nothing. He suddenly felt a little stupid; she’s had her fair share of sleepless nights, too.

Even after the ridiculous ordeal, as he shivered, he soaked in her perfect hair blanketing her shoulders, her sharp eyes softened just for him, and her in just her nightgown and robe.

Have mercy on me.

"Anakin Skywalker, are you insane?!" she tucked her lightsaber behind her, rushing to remove her robe to leave her arms and legs exposed to the cold air. She wrapped him in it, even though it was too short on him.

"Yes," he blurted out, "Deeply. For you. You've driven me mad. Crazy. Deranged."

He realised she was only half-listening, too preoccupied with drying him off.

"Clearly," she continued to pat him down- trying to ignore his nearly translucent shirt displaying the contours of his muscles- scowling through concentration, “What were you thinking? I could've sliced you in half! And you scared the shit out of me!"

“Please just listen to me," he implored, trying to catch her eye.

So, this is what she looks like in a nightgown.

He could definitely get used to it.

"What the hell are you talking about?" she sat back down across from him, boat rocking back and forth,"You could get sick!"

"Listen-"

"I can't take care of both Padme and you. You must be out of your mind to have just done that!"

"Can I just-"

"You've been acting half out of your mind since we got here," she harshly told him off.

"Evie."

She shut up from the urgency in his voice. Her face in that upset pout Anakin loved whenever he annoyed her, she waited.

'Then you tell her what you've always wanted to. And don't. Hold. Back.'

"Eve," he gulped, "You've been my best friend for, well, for a long time. It's been a long 10 years."

"Yeah, no shit."

"And I was too afraid, too cowardly," Gods, he was really doing this, "To tell you what I wanted."

He could tell she was still mad at him, especially given that she had completely closed her mind off from him.

"I want you," he whispered so softly, as if it might break them apart, "For worse or for better."

He kept his eyes on her, her increasingly surprised self. The more he spoke, the more he betrayed the Code.

To hell with it.

"I would wait for you, forever, no matter how long it takes. And I- I know I've broken your heart... but I want to be the one to put it back together. And to protect it, cherish it, love it."

He reached out to take her hand, pleased to find that she didn't pull back.

"If you will have me, the way I want you."

Something so wrong had never felt so right, and he was so addicted. Now, he didn't hold himself back from staring at her- his best friend.

Love may be forbidden in the Order, and both Padawans have continuously disagreed with it. To bring 'peace' meant to protect, to protect meant to love, and to love meant to fight. It didn't mean they were drawn to the Dark Side, but rather that they embraced the challenges, to know how to fight it, to beat it.

"But..." she finally sniffed out, the gleam glossing her eyes looking majestic to her partner in crime, “What about Padme?"

Anakin couldn't help but laugh, even though the face she made told him it was wrong.

"Eve," he held onto both of her hands now, "She helped us get together, helped me even get to this point. I was so lost, and when we finally saw her again, I knew I needed help from someone I could trust.”

At that, a tear finally rolled down her smooth cheek; Anakin gently wiped it away. She rarely cried, and he vowed the first time she did years ago to wipe it all away.

“I'm sorry if I made you think otherwise," he sincerely apologised, tucking her loose strands behind her ear, "I was too scared of our duty. Only to realise that I only did this- do this- duty because of you. It's always been you, even when I told you about Padme when we were kids. Even when Damon dared to challenge me in the courtyard."

I think I'm doing pretty alright with this.

“But what about the Code? And Master Kenobi and Gallia? And the rest of the Order? Ani, it's already been hard living everyday with the thought that something might happen to you, and now-"

She slapped his chest in the midst of her rant; it was a normal occurrence for them.

“You fucking sociopath!" she seethed through her flowing tears now, "Could've told me earlier!"

His laugh reverberated through his chest. He pulled her close to him, and pressed a tender, loving kiss on her forehead; so full of his caged emotions.

And so he realised, she, too, was betraying her whole life's purpose for this. For them.

“We'll figure it out. And, I mean, judging by your reaction," he pulled away, playing with her Padawan braid, "You feel the same way?"

She glared up at him, aggressively wiping her cheeks, "Yes, you dumbass! You should've told me before I looked like a fool, running around to get you two together for the past month!"

"I know," he sheepishly said, "I really wasn't good at the whole love thing. But what Jedi is, right?"

Her bottom lip quivered ever so slightly, and she sniffed, "Lo- you... love me?"

He smirked at her.

"I mean... I could not, I guess."

"Yeah? We’ll see how that goes waterboy," she threatened, giggling at his embarrassment.

Gods, he wanted to kiss her.

“You’ve always been and are so beautiful,” he cupped her warm cheek in his hand, “Almost lost my shit when I saw you in that dress.”

They both chortled, reminding themselves of the unpredictable day they had had.

“And we have got to sneak some of those nightgowns back,” Anakin’s smirk grew twice the size when she hid her face from him.

He realised he was wrong.

He believed now that in every universe they existed in, he would always find his way to her, he would always choose her, and he would always love her. Always.

"I love you," he confirmed.

Her eyes came up to flash in between his.

"Okay"

Huh?

Anakin's eyes bulged out.

"What-"

"I'm just kidding," she chuckled.

Her hands small compared to his own, though to him fitting perfectly, tugged him closer by her robe around his broad shoulders.

A canvas of colours blurred their visions, the pair allowing the paints of their passion taint the Force flowing between them.

She dared to creep closer, their knees brushing against one another, and she said with the most depth as she could, drawing straight from her heart,

"I love you."

“You promise?" he loved her smile, even if it was tinted with tears and her natural blush; he mirrored it unconsciously.

Evelyn tilted her head playfully, "I never lie to you, remember?"

With Padme and R2 cheering from their balcony as faithful witnesses, with the night sky ceremoniously hosting them as a mutual friend, and with the stars gifting them their blessing-

They kissed.

•〰️•

“You just lied to me again."

"…Yeah...we have a lot to talk about…”

•〰️•

a/n: got a bit carried away... i had more written, and with more detail, but i decided i couldnt possibly put everything in. anyways, one can imagine the aftermath- teasing, questioning each other, them going thru and talking out all of their feelings n miscommunications haha. hope whoever reads this enjoys! Imk if u have suggestions, prompts or just comments :)

#hayden christensen #star wars #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #sw prequels #anakin fanfiction #star wars anakin #original female character #r2d2 #Spotify

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etherealnoir · 6 months

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The Man in the Chair

Pairing: Dhan Rana x Zeke Wallace Word Count: 1.2K Tags: Phobias, Disassociation, Trauma (All mild), Subtle Emotional Infidelity (if you squint?) Summary: Dhan likes talking to Zeke. And he hates that he likes it so much. But he'd never tell Zeke that. A/N: Just a slice of conversation between a grumpy vet and a ray of sunshine techie. You could read this as romantic or platonic tbh.

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"Okay, Dhan, you did it. You survived. It's fine."

He took a deep breath, leaning over the sink and staring into his own eyes in the streaky, fogged up mirror.

He knew the door was quadruple locked. He checked once, twice, three times both before and after he got out the shower. And though the silence in the apartment unnerved him, it was better than the alternative. Once he felt semi-safe enough to relax, he played some low meditation music that Margaret recommended for him.

Typically, Dhan had a specific way of doing things: Lay clothes out, iron them, shower, hair maintenance, put on clothes, make the bed, head out. Muscle memory made his routine second nature. In his husband's absence, however, everything just felt...off. Like everything in his apartment had been moved two inches to the left when he wasn't looking, and he'd forgotten how to function.

He'd been trying to spend as little time in the confines of his shared home as possible.

As if summoned telepathically, his music was interrupted by an incoming FaceTime call from The Man in the Chair. He involuntarily felt the corner of his mouth twitch and he mentally kicked himself, schooling his features before accepting the call.

"What's going on?" Dhan said after clearing his throat, "Any updates on the text transcripts?"

Zeke quirked a brow at him, "I mean yeah, but why do you look so...wet?"

Dhan glanced at the smaller version of himself on the screen in confusion. His dark, damp hair flopped over his brows and droplets of water rolled down his face, staining his shirt. The one time chose to wear something other than black.

He did, in fact, look like he'd just survived a drowning attempt. Dhan sighed in deep exhaustion at the prospect of putting in effort to dry his hair, after already using so much energy to just get up and get dressed.

"I just showered, sorry for...this," he motioned to himself tiredly, "I'll get around to it. Eventually."

Zeke let out a good natured chuckle, rapidly typing something on his desktop keyboard as he spoke, "Hey, I'm not judging you! I just figured you were going for a new look. I think we all had an emo phase once, right? Who's to say you can't have another one at like...what? Thirty--?"

"--Ok, I get it, I look like shit." Dhan couldn't help the snort that escaped from him at Zeke's ribbing, "We can't always look neat and polished like you, rich boy."

Zeke's eyes flickered to Dhan's face on the screen for a moment and he laughed, "I was born with the natural ability to look good. Money has nothing to do with it, bro."

...Bro?

Dhan felt something in his brain twitch. Like the disappointment a child might feel when a parent denies them their favorite candy. He brushed it off. Or maybe he filed it away for later. He couldn't really be honest with himself about whether it was worth exploring further.

"The transcripts?" Dhan continued, rolling his eyes semi-jokingly, "What's going on with them?"

Zeke said nothing, but Dhan heard the telltale *ding* of a new message on his phone.

"I've just dropped the file into the shared drive, and I sent you the keycode for it." Zeke finally stopped typing to face the screen directly, "It's about 238 pages of text, but I've highlighted the important parts between July 3rd and September 22nd. Hopefully that makes it a little easier to skim."

"Thanks, buddy."

Buddy? The word felt like battery acid in his mouth.

"Buddy?" Zeke grinned, "Now I know you're feeling a bit off, today." When his gaze suddenly softened in sympathy, Dhan had to look away to feign interest in towel drying his hair. The younger man's kindness was disarming sometimes. Most times. It took a while for Dhan to get comfortable with it.

He didn't understand what Zeke got out of this other than an occasional gaming partner and someone to bounce bad jokes off of. Sometimes Zeke looked at Dhan with so much genuine care that it made him want to scream.

Stop looking at me like that! Stop fucking pitying me! I'm not a pitiful person. I've been at this for longer than you. Stop making me want to spill my guts.

Stop looking at me like I mean something to you.

"I still feel weird. Like, uh...Like my brain and my body are on different hemispheres, you know?" He confessed, intentionally avoiding eye contact.

Zeke hummed, "I've been there. Sometimes I feel like I'm trying to lasso my brain back into its rightful place, and it just won't budge. Other times I feel like I'm scattered everywhere like little particles of dust while my body stays stuck in this chair. I almost wish that were true. Maybe then this space wouldn't feel so suffocating sometimes."

There was an amicable silence between the two men as Dhan absentmindedly dried his hair.

Finally, he broke the silence and started to ask, "Have you, you know, tried going outside again since the--"

"No." Zeke flatly responded, instinctively pressing his hand to the scar on his forehead, "It's just...I'm not ready yet."

It was understandable. If Dhan's first time facing his fears in ages resulted in an injury that required a concussion check up, he'd be hesitant to try it again, too. Draping the towel over his shoulders, Dhan rubbed the back of his neck.

"It was impressive taking the chance even though you were afraid, by the way. I don't know if I ever, like, said that. To you. About that."

Zeke offered a weak smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. It didn't look right on him. Dhan awkwardly rushed to add, "And, hey, you're gonna have to check out my gaming setup sometime. You can only do that if you visit. You can't get jealous when you see it, though."

He grinned at Dhan. A wide, toothy grin that made his stomach swoop, “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that. But, seriously, don’t get too cocky. You’ve already seen mine and I’m still adding to it.”

At this, Dhan couldn’t help but smile back at his enthusiasm, even if it wasn’t as big and bright as Zeke’s. Though, could anyone’s smile match his? He allowed his mind to wander for a moment, indulging in the idea that he could never find another person who smiles at him like he does. It was nice to forget the complications of his existence for a while.

“I’m gonna, um, work on these…these files,” Dhan said, coming back into focus to find Zeke working on something off screen. “Thanks for sending them over.”

Zeke offered a casual salute in response, “Anytime, Rana. Call me if you need anything!”

He knew that, to Zeke, that last sentence meant multiple things. And Dhan had to wonder if he knew the effect he had on people.

Did he have this effect on people? Or did he just have this effect on him?

Dhan leaned against the sink again as the call ended and took a deep breath. In through the nose, out through the mouth. He ran his fingers through his damp hair.

Suddenly—for reasons that were completely unrelated to the previous conversation—he found the motivation to get himself together for the day.

#dhan rana #zeke wallace #dhan x zeke #zeke x dhan #dhanzeke #found nbc #Naja writes #sometimes Dhan looks at Zeke in a certain way and I'm like wwwwwwhaaaatcha doin bud?#that's illegal you can't do that buddy

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what are your thoughts on whether they will drop an album/documentary/live performance dvd and if they will tour again?? i feel really sad bc them playing fake your death seems like a final goodbye again but some ppl are looking at it as a positive and i can't seem to get there it feels pretty permanent that they are gone forever again :( (ik they're not done touring bc japan & australia but you know what i meaaaaaaaan)

last night’s encore was fake your death, their goodbye letter, and vampires will never hurt you, the first song they ever released. this isn’t a goodbye, it’s a new beginning. how I see it, last night solidified more than ever that this tour’s purpose is to be a tribute to the band and the people they were pre breakup and to lay the past to rest. during the years they were broken up, my chemical romance was set in stone. we had years to carve every image, lyric, and interview into our minds. and the band’s “emo band” reputation towards the general public was solidified. this tour’s job was to tear all of that down. it contorted their reputation so it can fit who they are today. it reached through their history and grabbed the things that stay true to who they are after years of change (see: the setlists, gerard’s costumes, the drumheads, changed lyrics, etc.), while leaving the rest in the past. the monuments that were built while they were apart are now torn down, now nothing is in their way. the future is an blank page.

it’s almost 100% confirmed that there will be a documentary/live album. so many people have said they were interviewed in europe and the US, audiences at the LA shows were notified that they were being recorded, and we’ve seen film cameras at countless other shows as well. AND there’s that live recording ray leaked on twitter. they are going to do something with all of those recordings and i can’t think of much else other than a documentary/live album.

as for an album, i dont think it’s likely that it exists right now because it doesn’t make sense with the timeline, however, they now have an open ended future, as well as plenty of time and passion to spare once this tour is done. keep in mind that frank told us that this isn’t a nostalgia tour, my chemical romance is an active band. remember, they got back together in the first place. by their own volition. and now they’re the happiest they have ever been, gerard said so themself. every single show they have the time of their lives, grins plastered on their faces as they sing every line. my chemical romance means more to them than it ever could to us, there’s no way they would say goodbye again so soon. with this tour they have been resurrected and their past is laid to rest. they are now free from expectations and the future is left for them to write at a pace they’re comfortable with. don’t sit around waiting for a breakup announcement because it’s not coming any time soon. they’re here to stay.

#i’m not one to get my hope up or to stir false hope either i usually stay far away from this stuff #but take a step back and look at it all #it’s borderline delusional to say they’d break up after all of this #stop worrying and remind yourself that they reunited in the first place #they didn’t have to do that!! they want to be here and they want to stay #mcr #my chemical romance #asks

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nerdyenby · 7 months

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DR pt2 reactions (spoilers)

Episode 11

Opening scene hypeeeeeee!!!!! Love seeing them all work together, there’s definitely been a soft timeskip with Arin and Sora’s costume upgrades and how well they fit together

Lloyd’s handling Wyldfyre pretty well, respecting her boundaries while making sure she feels welcome anytime

Ray and Maya!!! Are they alive lol? Will we ever find out??

“The monastery works best when everything is in its proper place” *cue explosion*

Not listening to Zane is the cause of 85% of problems in this show

Kai and Wyldfyre’s rivalry is everything, actually

I will never stop gawking at the new animation, it’s so beautiful ;-;

Yayyyyyyy propaganda /s

Aye, Sora’s parents!!!! Seems like they’re having doubts mayhaps

Keep questioning authority kids, you’re getting there

Kids get it done!!!

I am begging all the water, fire/heat, and ice elementals to practice some critical thinking and remember that ghosts cannot touch water

The delivery on Nya’s “Whaaaaaat?!??” was so good lmao

“Eh, it never came up” LMAOOOOOOO he was so deadpan I’m dying

“How hard can it be?” Arin I stg why would you say that

Frohicky!!!!!!!

Lloyd is so awkward I love him

Arin and Sora having a handshake <333

Episode 12

We love a villain whose pride is 90% of the reason they fail

If they start deadnaming Sora I’m gonna throw hands

I was so ready for them to confirm Kai’s age, should’ve known better tbh

Lloyd is such a good mentor, I could cry

They’re playing catch :((

Lloyd’s little “that was the last of our dinner plates” lmao

Has the Bounty actually operated as a ship before? In the course of the show?? Kinda love that they’re treating her like an actual boat now

Merlopians!!!!!

GAY PEOPLE!!!!!!!

Revolution counter: 1

That was so funny and for what

If they make it through this episode without mentioning Bentho I will be so sad

WAIT is the crab controlling the merlopians instead of the other way around????

CALLED IT

So glad the merlopians aren’t the bad guys here

Episode 13

Kai isn’t handling not being the most unpredictable person in the group very well

Kai’s girlbossing his way through life, as he should

Zane being down to drink motor oil but not fly juice is so valid tbh

Frohickey and Zane’s dynamic is so silly I love them

Zane you literally have a human disguise lol, kinda love him being comfortable enough with who he is that he prefers to stay as a nindroid even in disguise tho

Is that his detective costume from prime empire???? Now I’m thinking about what the ninja’s closets look like

Wyldfyre causing problems on purpose my beloved, she’s such a menace, I love her

I’m really enjoying seeing all the seemingly forgotten species come back, have we seen these skeleton people since season 1??

“Ninjasplaining” IM DEAD

The lavatides have such fun character designs

How did the other realms know about the ninja before the merge? Like it makes sense, but how about the practicality of it??

“Ok this is just getting silly” this show makes me so happy you guys

Zane has a holiday, as he deserves!!

So ready to watch Zane lose a Zane lookalike contest, surely nothing could go awry

GULCH :D

Challenging Kai with a character even more headstrong and proud then him is such a good move, it provides so many opportunities to showcase how much he’s grown

Poor Zane, this man does not need another ship of Theseus crisis

Damn, I’m kinda emo over this message

LIGHTNING??!???!?

Episode 14

I miss Pixal so bad, man

Frohickey’s trying so hard, I would die for him

Sora honey, I love you but please check that cognitive dissonance, the things going wrong are not your fault, none of it is your fault.

This show’s comedic timing is everything, I never get tired of it

Fat rip to Clutch’s book, no brobrogoogoo today :(

“Long before the Merge, Djinnjago was destroyed” Nya, are you not gonna mention that you were the one to destroy it???????

“Bad news first: our mission was a failure, also we have no good news” Sora is so fucking funny you guys

Frohickey is having such a rough time, poor guy

Nya having a lightning dragon can be so personal

Sora the dragon’s name is Zanth!!!!! Best resolution to the “other Sora” thread imo

I love this guys attitude so much lol

Confirmation that Riyu’s a special lil guy <3

The depressed icon we never knew we needed

Arrakore my beloved

Zane and Frohickey’s friendship is so precious

Episode 15

I like how Kai and Wyldfyre didn’t have a specific moment of “oh hey you don’t suck” its just “we’re too similar and it’s kinda annoying but you’re cool sometimes”

Why didn’t we get to see Arrakore’s song :((

Nya’s being so chill with Arrakore being djinn, obviously he has nothing to do with Nadakhan but it’s still nice, he also seems massively less racist so that’s good

Nya’s dragon finally has a name, Jiro my beloved :))

Arin infodumping and Lloyd just “mhm-ing” my beloved

Asking nicely always works, apparently

I entirely forgot about Rapton lmao

Is it Cole time??? I want it to be Cole time

*motivational music* “all life is important” “… but that’s Rapton 🤨” I love Arin

HEATWAVE TO THE RESCUE!!!! Though where has he been up til now??

Lloyd being like “yeah sure, how impossible can it be?” and being entirely justified is the most him thing ever

COLE TIMEEEEEE HELL YEAHH!!!!!!!!

Episode 16

Cole and Nya hug <3333

Someone other than Zane mentioned Pix, a day for the history books

Glad to see Cole’s as OP as ever lmao

Oh they’re so gay

I didn’t even think about that, it’s so fascinating that the earth is unsettled by everything that’s happened

That’s so sad what the hell, so in character for Cole to just adopt a buncha orphans tho

WHAT THE FUUUUUUCK IM SO ABNORMAL ABOUT THIS

Sora I love you but that is the worst possible way to phrase that

Kai talking about the importance of other ways of helping and how combat isn’t everything and showing Wyldfyre a healing technique :(( I’ve been rewatching s1 and he’s come so far

Geo :(( things are better now, but change didn’t come soon enough for him and now he’s Lost

Borg mention!!!!!!

Also I love having a reference point for Sora and Nya’s skillsets, it’s also just so heartwarming to see adults who are wholly supportive and unafraid of younger people being better than them

Cole is so out of the loop lmao

Zanth :0

Oh you bitch

Cole and Geo are so in love :(

Episode 17

I entirely forgot about this plot point lol

Oh this is so dystopian

Kai in a mentor role means everything to me

They’re actually addressing Kai’s grief??? Hell yeah, fucking finally /lh

Alright, betting time: Jay or Pixal?

Lloyd and Arin are so silly, I love them

Zane???!?!!?!

Zane really just sat in that office, huh (/ref but it’s so vague I’d be shocked if anyone got it)

It’s a part of the realm of madness oh my goodness that’s hilarious

“Are they safe for people?” “No” *proceeds to shove them both in there*

Zane had way too much fun with that superhero landing lol

JAYYYYYYYYYY HOLY SHIT ITS JAY NINJAGO!!!!!!!

Zane is having so much fun this episode, he’s just getting shit done and looking great doing it

So we’re not getting Jay back yet? Rip

Zane is so polite what the heck

Episode 18

So Wyldness confirmed to be the same realm as Imperium???

Is Beatrix gonna have the same origin story as Kalmaar??

Nya and Cole’s friendship is so tender and caring, they’re besties your honor

LaRow trash talking Rapton to his face lmao

Rapton redemption arc!??!????!

It’s so interesting seeing the backstory of Ras and Beatriz’s alliance after it’s already fallen apart

Wyldfyre did not need to be told twice lmao

THAT ACTION SEQUENCE HELLOOOO?!????? THEY WERE THROWING AROUND THOSE GUARDS LIKE A FUCKING VOLLEYBALL

From a psychological perspective, Beatrix is fascinating

Revolution counter: 2!!!!!!!

Episode 19

Lloyd letting Kai take point on wrangling Wyldfyre only for Kai to immediately match her energy my beloved

“You have no idea how foolish some of us can be!!” Pffff “-no offense Lloyd” PFFFFFFF

Interesting to go the “non bender revolution” route considering how few elemental masters there are compared to avatar where benders are a vast majority, but it’s a villain whose power hungry so makes sense and I’m entirely down

The quips this episode are impeccable

They built an hq??? Hasn’t it only been a week or two??

So much is interconnected in this season I’m kinda not following some of it, but I love it

Percival monologue going off!!!!!!

Sora main character fr fr

Kai and Wyldfyre are everything

Kinda iconic that Nya just hasn’t mentioned that she found Cole lol

That scene with the guard was so good!!!! The suspense and the realization of just how deep the resistance runs…. It’s such a good moment

Love that as soon as Kai has Wyldfyre even slightly reined in he’s down to let loose and make messes with her, as long as it’s for a good cause lol

That extra delivered with that cry holyyy

Heck yeah Rapton redemption :D

Rapton out here with the guardians of the galaxy motivation and I’m loving it

The fight choreography in this show never ceases to amaze me, holy crap

Sora’s speech goes so hard, I’m tearing up

Finally got confirmation the og ninja are in their twenties, thank god

One thing about Nya is that she will never pass up an opportunity to call her brother stupid

Episode 20

Rapton calling Dorama a “washed up clown” is everything I never knew I needed lmao

The stakes are staking

The glitch effect??? Hello spiderverse!!!

The platonic love on display this season is killing me, they all care about each other sm :((

That Rapton Nya interaction was so good and for what

Sora’s parents >:(

Deadnaming their kid and guilt tripping her saying she “abandoned you,” damn Sora’s response is so fucking cathartic as a trans person with unaccepting parents

I’m just here for the ride and having a great time

Frohickey!!!!!!!!!

Lloyd doing ye ole Chosen One things, as he should

Kai and Wyldfyre hug <3333

Dragon heritage mention???? Mayhaps???????

That was cryptic, cool though

Lloyd sees so much of himself in these kids 😭😭😭

Jordana boutta get the Harumi treatment fr

#ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #dragons rising spoilers #dragons rising pt2 #cw caps #cw swearing

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saitama-division · 9 months

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ARB Birthday Special: Lola Takahashi

~~ July 30th ~~

“A wonderful dress can infuse a woman with confidence and inner beauty, empowering the way she moves and feels.”

“Hm? Oh hey, babes! It’s sooooo good to see you! How you’ve been? Oh? What’s this?”

“Oh gosh, it’s that time of year again, huh? Aw, thank you for the present sweetie! Here’s one from me to you!” *mwah*

Voice Lines:

“On the contrary, I actually like celebrating my birthday. Aside from everyone celebrating me in all my amazing and sexy glory, it does allow me to reflect and I feel proud getting to where I am today. I worked hard, I deserved to be celebrated.”

“My phone keeps blowing up with notifications from my PROFILE, I get a happy birthday message at least every few seconds, don’t get me wrong it’s very sweet and I’m so grateful to my adoring fans but I have to put my phone on silent for the rest of the day.”

“Just like last year, the entirety of Saitama is very keen on celebrating my birthday with me. I’ve been hoping from party to party all day! I don’t mind of course, I love my city dearly and it fills me with such joy seeing everyone enjoying themselves.”

“Sayaka! Sweetness! I’m so happy you managed to show up! Are you having a good time? Oh, I’m so glad! C’mon, let’s head over to the Heaven area, there’s someone I want you to meet-hm? You have something for me?”

“Oh Honey! These are so adorable! I love them! Honestly, it feels like we’ve known each other far longer, I see you as a sister too and I genuinely can’t imagine my life without you, Kureha, and little Yoshiko. Don’t worry about the extravagance this is more priceless than any diamond necklace or platinum earrings I have.”

“Kureha! How’s my little ray of sunshine?! Aw, c’mon, you know I’m kidding, would you feel better if I say that you’re my special little rain cloud? Ahahaha, okay, okay, I’ll stop! So, judging by that look in your eye, you’ve come to give lil ol’ me à présent so come on! Lay it on me!”

“Aw, sweetie! This is so beautiful! It reminds me of your speakers, so very aesthetically pleasing. Hm? The sun is supposed to represent me and the moon is supposed to represent you? Oh god, you’re such a poetic emo, it’s so adorable! Aww, hold on, babe, come back! I was just teasing!”

“Dolly Darling! Thank you thank you thank you soooo much for hosting this party! I’ve been here, there, and everywhere but no place is better than the Afterlife! Look! You even got a statute of me! Damn, that looks good! Hm? Oh I see that look in your eyes, what do you got for me now, pretty?”

“No fucking way!! You actually managed to get it! Ugh, you have no idea how badly I’ve been craving these! Especially since they don’t sell them in Japan anymore! Oh thank you thank you, baby! You’re the best! You treat me so well!”

Sayaka Lines:

“Happy Birthday, Lola! You always know how to throw a fun party, I’m having so much fun! Oh, wait, before we go, I need to give you your present! Here you go, dear!”

“I know it’s not fancy or extravagant as what you usually wear but I had meaning to give you something like this for a while, you’ve always been like a sister to me, way better than the one that I already have and words cannot describe how lucky and grateful I am for having you in my life. I know that our bond is deep to the point where we don’t need something like these but sometimes it’s nice to have a physical reminder of how much family is important.”

Kureha Lines:

“Happy Birthday, Lola. You are the only person that I would endure going to a party longer than 20 minutes for, also could you not call me that?! That’s so cringe, ugh, that’s even worse! Will you just shut up and take this already?”

“I cashed in a favor with a jeweler friend of mine, the design was my idea. I know it looks like my speakers but that’s not the point, the sun represents you because of how brightly you shine and how you always light up the area around you whereas the moon represents me, calm, toned down, a beacon in total darkness…ugh, and with that, I’m leaving. Happy birthday, dumbass.”

Bonus! Dolly Lines:

“Heyyy bitch! Happy birthday to the sexiest whore in the city! You know that I love to do something special just for you, the whole staff was begging me to do a celebration in your honor anyways, I’m just glad you managed to show up. Anyways, I wanted to give you a little something since it’s your big day and all, something tells me that you’re gonna need it after all this.”

“Haha yep, I knew you’d like it. I know how bummed you were when they stopped selling these here so I decided to cash in a little favor and get you a carton, it wasn’t that difficult to get but try not to smoke the whole pack in one sitting, gotta save that beautiful voice of yours, okay? Happy birthday, baby.”

#hypnosis mic oc #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypnosis microphone #lola takahashi #sayaka miyuki #kureha koizumi #ikumi gakusha/dolly #femme fatale #happy birthday lola 2023 #arb birthday special #alternative rap battle #arb

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bookgeekgrrl · 2 months

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My media this week (3-9 Mar 2024)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

😍 That Was the River, This Is the Sea (what_alchemy) - 44K, Kaysanova, no-powers academia AU, meet ugly, annoyances-to-fuckbuddies-to-lovers - this was really lovely. the emotions were so good & chewy - very real family dynamics with all that grief and anger and love, Joe's journey of not immediately recognizing his own feelings 'cause his so fixated on a specific vision. And the sex was hot hot hot. I really loved Nicky's unabashed scent fixation. Just 😍😍😍 all the way around.

🥰 The Anthropocene Reviewed (John Green, author & narrator) - collection of essays about human things in the world; really enjoyable & hopeful

😊 The Canterville Ghost (Oscar Wilde) - via Serial Reader app

😊 Two of a Kind, the Perfect Pair (stfustucky (iwillpaintasongforlou)) - 78K, shrunkyclunks, fake dating - stucky bookclub pick - enjoyable

😍 Play It Again (metisket) - 63K, EXCELLENT Teen Wolf multiverse fic

💖💖 +74K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

the sound of you (wearing_tearing) - Stranger Things: steddie, 3K - short but super cute meet ugly

Accidental husbands… (darter_blue) - MCU: shrunkyclunks, 17K - - reread, a very delightful 'woke-up-married-in-vegas' fic

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Ghosts (US) - s3, e4

D20: Adventuring Party - s3, e6-11

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "Feasts & Families" (s7, e8)

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "Fight at the Museum" (s7, e9)

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "Nulla Dies Umquam Memori Vos Eximet Aevo" (s7, e10)

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "Let's Get Tiny" (s7, e11)

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "The Battle of the Hot Dog Cart" (s7, e12)

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "Of Rats & Dragons" (s7, e13)

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "History Checks and Lost Dex" (s7, e13)

D20: Fantasy High: Junior Year - "Vulture Clash" (s21, e9)

D20: Adventuring Party - "Emo People Meet at Panera" (s16, e9)

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

What Next: TBD - Google’s Scam Obituary Problem

Pop Culture Happy Hour - 2024 Oscars Guide: Original Song

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - What Happens to the Food You Try To Sneak into the Airport?

Vibe Check - Hey, Sis: featuring Raquel Willis

Today, Explained - Why groceries are still so expensive

⭐ The Atlas Obscura Podcast - GALS Gone Wild

It's Been a Minute - 'The Harlem Renaissance' and what is Black art for?

Vibe Check - The Oscars Are My Super Bowl

Code Switch - This conspiracy theory about eating bugs is also about race

Short Wave - The Recent Glitch Threatening Voyager 1

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Mr. Kaor’s Letters

Shedunnit - Lucy, Anthony and Anne

Films To Be Buried With - Ray Winstone

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Exploring the Abandoned with Blake Pfeil

99% Invisible #572 - WARNING: This Podcast Contains Chemicals Known to the State of California to Cause Cancer or Other Reproductive Harm

Today, Explained - Can Reddit survive going public?

Worlds Beyond Number: Fireside - Fireside Chat #000 "This is Our Salad"

Consider This from NPR - Generations After The First Nuclear Test, Those Sickened Fight For Compensation

Pop Culture Happy Hour - 2024 Oscars Preview And What's Making Us Happy

What Next: TBD - Why TikTok Went Silent

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Couple To Throuple

Dear Prudence - I Want People to Shut Up! Help!

Short Wave - The "Shocking" Tactic Electric Fish Use to Collectively Sense the World

You're Dead to Me - Emma of Normandy

It's Been a Minute - And the winner is… outrage? Plus, if the economy is good, why does it feel bad?

⭐ Worlds Beyond Number - The Wizard, the Witch, and the Wild One #1: The Open Door

Under the Influence - Buy-O-Pics: When Brands Become Movies

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Les Misérables (Original Broadway Cast Recording)

Cats (Original Broadway Cast Recording)

Carly Rae Jepsen

Lord Of The Lost

Judas Priest

Women of Rock

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necroangelz · 2 months

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bored, so gunna do yur ask game... 💌 and/or 🫀 pwease.^⁠_⁠^^⁠_⁠^ hru today btw! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

help this has been in my inbox for a few days oops im so sorry... i drafted up the first half of this post last friday but i forgot to continue it and i had no energy... anyways

as of right now i havent been that great, my mood swings r going crazy and im stressed over a test tomorrow, although i did a lot of thrifting on friday and saturday and bought lots of nice stuff! i'll post my entire .. "thrifting haul" when i feel like it...

emoji answers below! i decided to answer both. my answer for the heart emoji is very... long.......... but what do uu expect from an infodump?

『 💌 』

a quote or song lyric

muse just realized on muses pinned post it says "song" instead of "song lyric" erm... it's supposed to be song lyric help anyway

“ Come then, and let us pass a leisure hour in storytelling, and our story shall be the education of our heroes. ” -Plato, Republic Book II

wow, look at the intellectual internet angel, quoting Plato /s the quote is also referenced in the secret history by Donna Tartt (hir latest obsession) at the very beginning of the book ^_^ shi doesn't really know what to say, shi just really really likes this quote! shi likes very grand lines like this—the way that a simple leisure story can become an influence to the next generation of great heroes... there's something so alluring about it.

『 🫀 』

a game i played + an infodump

the free visual novel cemetery mary by arcadekitten! i really love cemetery mary and i can go on about it for hours, which is why i'll keep this infodump short bc i might just be typing here for hours and i wont get any sleep.

it's about a girl named mary anta (design is based on a manta ray), whose parents had mysteriously vanished without a trace one day. there's rumors of a killer in her city, called the blackwood butcher, and she suspects that her parents disappeared because of the butcher. she also texts a 'mysterious number' that claims her parents are alive and well.

she may look scary in the title screen but don't be fooled! she's a sweet and soft girl who simply has darker interests (such as the concept of death and cemeteries, as the title suggests).

here's mary hanging out with the other characters—crowven, twyla, and reginald. the player can pursue a route with any of these characters where mary will hang out with them and get closer to them. each route has a vastly different story and even genre/theme, and they lead to their own good and bad endings. i feel like it's easy to get the bad endings at first though... and they can get veeerrryyy VERY fucked up. there is also a true ending which is very entertaining and mysterious but leads to a happy ending.

i have about 42 hours in the game. yeah i got very obsessed with it... i like visual novels a lot and despite the occasional fucked up moments i enjoy CM because it's very chill and the characters are written well. and there's just something about how the game is designed that scratches my brain.

i got introduced to the game by a friend 2-ish years ago. we don't talk anymore but i liked that friend a lot... i didn't start playing CM until a few months later though

also just look at mary rn. SHE'S SO SILLY AAAHH I LOVE HER how can one not adoooreee her?????/

anyway let me just speedrun describing the 3 route characters rn

too lazy to find a better photo of him rn—this is crowven corvuson, design is based on a crow, and he's mary's cousin. except they're not blood related but they see each other as family. i don't interact with the fandom but i can imagine the discourse they would have about crowven and mary.

crowven is emo, moody, smokes weed, and has anger issues. his parents are dead. he lives together with mary. he gets up to secret business.

AAAAAHHH EHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHE this is twyla sophio, design based on an owl, this isn't her main "look" though, this is her outfit for a party. she's filthy rich, she's toxic, she's manipulative, and she's relentless to uncover the identity of the blackwood butcher. she also has some kind of rivalry with crowven (apparently it's accurate to nature where owls and crows have beef irl)

i am very very very in love with twyla in a normal way and i ship her and mary together

lastly, reginald tetra, design based on a pufferfish. this also isn't his main look, but he's so handsome here. i don't really like him that much but there's some certain scenes that make me like him...

he's your local average guy. he's so average. he's so normal. there's nothing wrong with him. i swear

he also has a littol tiny crush on mary :3 they develop a nice bond

ok thats it infodump over

#🎮﹕ press start 𝜗𝜚 ︵

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kodakorpse · 1 year

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hello gamers

so this is a little different to my normal stuff i post because. i decided halfway to turn it into my short story class and actually had to put in a character. so, yeah. updated rue! and teenage version because. he’s emo or something

step 2; here’s his design

and yeah. even tho it’s a lil different i hope u still enjoy this ^o^

~*~

“I’m not dead,” Rue called into his house as he pushed the door open and stepped inside, keys jangling in the doorknob. He let his black school bag slip from his shoulder and onto the floor by the entrance of his house, then took off his zip up sweater and laid it over a nearby chair.

“What a surprise,” Opal’s voice floated down from the top of the stairs, her voice lilted with dry humor as Rue closed the front door.

Rue pulled off his shoes then climbed to the top of the stairs on track to the solace of his room. He trekked through the house, his socked feet creating soft footfalls on the dark wooden floor. The hallway and its floors were clean like they always were; there was no dust on the wooden side tables that sat against the old-fashioned dark green flowery wallpaper. He sort of thought the wallpaper was tacky, but his mom liked the rustic feeling it gave off.

He stopped in front of the door of his room and turned around to face the white bathroom across the hall, where he saw his mom standing inside with a tube of lipstick in her hand. The color was a warm berry one that matched almost perfectly with the cranberry of her hair.

She turned from the mirror to give her son a warm smile, then glanced around him as if looking for another person.

“I thought Qiu was going to be here today.”

Rue shrugged.

“They went home to do something. I think their mom needed help with cleaning, but they’ll be over later.”

Opal nodded in understanding, then turned back to the mirror and did a once over of her face with her eyes. “I’m heading to work in a few minutes,” she added, stepping out from the bathroom and ruffling her son’s hair, “Be good.”

He pushed her hand away and wrinkled his nose, running his free hand through his hair to get it to sit right again. His mom gave no reaction to his fourteen-year-old angst, other than giving him a little grin and a wink before making her way down the stairs. Rue huffed to himself and turned away from her, trudging back to the comfort of his own room.

He took a seat on the tan comforter that lay on his bed, stretching his arms up into the air. He watched as the rays of the fading sunlight ran through his outstretched fingers, warming his skin slightly and exposing the dust particles that floated through the air. It also revealed the fading black smudges on the side of his hand. It took him a second to realize it was his eye makeup he had partially rubbed off through his day.

He groaned to himself, prying his body off the bed. He grabbed the little bag of makeup wipes from the side table next to his bed, then took a seat on the floor in front of the full-length mirror by the end of it. He wiped his right eye, taking off bit by bit until his skin was as clean as he could get it without irritating his eyes.

He surveyed himself in the mirror halfway through the process; his bangs had fallen in front of his eyes and threw off his focus. He stared at his hair, which was cut into a kind of messy shag that he teased then flat-ironed straight. His sandy brown hair and pale, freckled skin made the cranberry of his eyes lined with black truly stand out against the rest of himself.

Rue was only able to think on his appearance for so long before he heard a voice call his name from outside his window. He looked at it in surprise, standing from where he had been sitting then going to peer outside. On the grass below his room stood his neighbor, their dark brown eyes fixed on Rue’s window. Rue opened the window with a fake melodramatic groan, then leaned his elbows on the windowsill to stare down at his friend.

Qiu was just the way Rue had come to know him, with his dark shoulder length hair pulled in a half up ponytail. His outfit was one of his signatures, a crème sweater with a triangle confetti pattern of cool blues and greens. It was one of Rue’s favorites to see his friend wear.

“And why are you screaming at me from my backyard and not ringing the doorbell like a normal person,” Rue asked, his tone of amusement hidden for a monotone one. The only thing that broke through his flat disposition was the slight smirk that tugged at his lips.

“I’ve only rang your doorbell like three hundred times,” Qiu teased back easily, shifting their weight to one hip sassily, “so are you going to let me in yet?”

Rue pretended to give it a thought, leaning forward on his elbows and tapping his cheek with his index finger.

“Nope.”

Rue’s smirk widened before he stepped back from the window and shut it. Disregarding the fact that his makeup was barely half off his face, he began to head downstairs and towards the front door. Qiu shook their head with amusement and headed to the front of the house. They had known Rue long enough to know that he was racing to the door to let them in.

Qiu hadn’t quite reached the front door by the time Rue had opened it, so that left him to lean against the doorframe, waiting with his arms folded in front of him.

“Hey stranger,” he greeted once they had made it, moving to the side to allow Qiu to pass by.

Qiu gave him a friendly ruffle of the hair, and Rue rolled his eyes in his usual teasing manner. The taller one snickered at him and Rue stared back with a feebly restrained smile. The eye contact was a little too prolonged for the shorter teen, so he was the first to look away. Rue angled his gaze away from Qiu’s face and down to his feet sharply.

“Take off your shoes,” Rue reminded them, “Mom’ll skin me if you track dirt into the house.”

He then, almost too quickly, turned away from his friend to race up the stairway. Rue shook his head as he climbed, mentally kicking himself for being weird around Qiu. Again. With his abrupt leave, Qiu was left to do as they were told, taking their shoes off then following the sandy-haired boy up to his room.

The warm family home was as familiar to Qiu as it was to the rest of the Whitlock family, from the mushroom brown walls of Rue’s bedroom to the circle rug on the floor of the downstairs living room. Plus, Rue was their best friend and had been since the both of them were ten back in 2010, so predicting what their friend was going to do came as easy to Qiu as a rabbit to a garden.

Low and behold, Rue was in fact in his room; he was groaning at his own reflection with his hand at his face. He pulled at his lower eyelid, his mental-kicking becoming a mental beating as he realized he had still been wearing half of his eye makeup.

“Fuck me,” he muttered to himself, too caught up in his own frustration to notice Qiu coming into the room through his door. He grabbed his makeup wipes from the floor where they had sat abandoned, taking one out and furiously scrubbing at his eye with the cloth.

“Your makeup’s pretty cool,” Qiu commented. Rue jumped at the sudden reminder that there was in fact another person in the room with him. However, he recovered quickly, replying with one of his usual smart-ass remarks.

“I know.”

Qiu shot him a flat look through the mirror and Rue cracked a smile.

He finished wiping off the rest of the black eye makeup, avoiding eye contact through the water-stained mirror. Qiu looked on with interest, simply watching their friend.

“Stop staring at me, weirdo.”

Rue’s eyes flicked up at them through the mirror with narrowed eyes and a slight flush on his pale skin. His friend laughed and took their gaze away from him, sitting down on his bed.

Their eyes drifted around the room, taking the familiar surroundings in easily. It was simple, almost nothing had changed from when they first began visiting. The room simply grew with his age. The paint on the walls hadn’t changed, but the toy chest that used to sit against the wall across from his bed had been replaced with a tall wooden dresser. And the green glow-in-the-dark stars that stuck to the ceiling had been taken down. It was still a bit strange to not see them anymore.

Pushing the thoughts away, Qiu’s eyes landed on the black pencil eyeliner and makeup palette that sat on Rue’s desk, the white labels having faded from months of use.

“Hey, can you do my makeup?” Qiu asked out of the blue. Rue was taken aback at the sudden vocalization, leaning back on his heels and sitting up straight, then peering over the end of his bed frame to look at them.

He fumbled for an answer, turning over the dirty makeup wipe in his hands as he stared back at Qiu with slightly widened eyes. The thought of being that close in proximity to their face left a tingly feeling in his chest, butterflies that felt a little more like beetles in the moment to the teenager.

“I mean, I theoretically can.” Rue replied, squashing the beetles in his chest and returning to his lackadaisical disposition. No matter what he felt towards his neighbor, he was always willing to help them out. Qiu was in the middle of exploring their gender identity, as Rue himself had already done when he was a lot younger, so if he could help his friend in any way, he would be more than happy.

“Pleaseee?” Qiu asked, drawing out the last sound for as long as they could before Rue cut them off with an annoyed groan.

“Fine, fine. Just shut up and sit down at my desk.”

Qiu smiled widely, moving from the bed to Rue’s desk. They took a seat and got comfortable while Rue stood above them. As they were doing so, he grabbed his eyeliner pencil from its place on the table and popped the cap off, flipping it in his hand as if to start, but he paused.

“Wait, what do you want me to do? Can I just do what I normally do to my face or..?”

Qiu shrugged in response.

“That helps me so much. Fuck you, I’m gonna do what I want.” Rue retorted flatly, grabbing Qiu’s face and turning it towards him.

Rue made quick work, loading the small, fluffy brush with a warm brown shade then dabbing it into the outer corners of Qiu’s eyes. It might’ve been a little awkward, especially when he messed up around a dozen times (mostly due to Qiu purposefully giving him a hard time then laughing at his frustration), but it eventually came together.

He topped it all off with black mascara and a small wing of eyeliner. He did have to look up how to do eyeliner on a monolid, but he eventually figured it out. That was even more of a hassle, even with Rue squishing Qiu’s face in his hand and holding them steady. When he was done he let out a sigh of relief, dropping their hand from his face. He really hoped that it hadn’t been clammy while he worked.

“Have you never sat still in your entire life??” Rue asked, exasperation seeping into his tone.

“Nope,” Qiu responded in the affirmative with a cheeky grin. That got them a firm flick between their eyes. Rue pulled out his smaller mirror from under his desk, then positioned it in front of them.

“Don’t you look like a pretty princess.” Rue remarked, placing a hand on his hip and watching Qiu dart their eyes from one to the other in the mirror. They were amazed to see how much their eyes popped with the auburn shade that had been placed in their outer corners of their eyes— and the way their eyelashes fanned out made them feel tingly.

“Oh,” was all they could manage. The lighthearted air flew out of the open window, a serious one replacing it as the two teenagers sat in the room.

Qiu’s hands drifted to their face. They looked the same but so different at the same time. Something about it made something in their head click. They looked up at Rue with wide eyes, who had been silently watching their reaction with a rare and softly genuine smile on their face.

“What’s up?”

“Is there a thing where you’re a boy and a girl and not really anything? You seem to know a lot about, um, gender stuff.”

There was a pause of silence.

“Maybe? I really don’t know, uh but I can try and look?”

Rue offered a graceless, yet supportive smile. He was never really good at providing reassurance, but for Qiu, he would definitely try his best. He brought a hand up to rest on their shoulder and gestured his other hand along with his words.

Qiu was silent. What if they were just weird, and no one else felt like this? However, Rue didn’t let them stay in their head for too long; he could tell they might’ve been thinking negatively.

“But, maybe you’re just Qiu and that’s alright too. Or, uh, you’re whatever else you want to be. Whatever it is, you’re my… best friend. No matter what, it'll always stay that way.” Rue caught his words in his throat before his own rambling before it could start. He winced at himself, especially at his lack of direction in his sentence.

Qiu met his awkwardness with a warm smile. Without warning, Qiu pulled Rue into an affectionate hug, burying their head into the space between his shoulder and neck. Rue froze in his place, a wild blush spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. He lightly reciprocated, looking to the side in an effort to keep his composure.

“Thanks for listening, Rue. You.. you’re the best.”

“Yeah yeah, I know. Now get off me, weirdo.”

#our life now & forever #original character #our life #qiu lin #qiu lin x oc #visual novel #writing #yeah. idk

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here-there-everyfuckenwhere · 1 year

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C’EST COMME ÇA! C’EST COMME ÇA! NANANANANANANA!!!

#ray rants and junk #personal #holy shit the new Paramore singles absolutely fucking slap????#2023 is gonna be the year of the Emo Renaissance #I feel it in my bones #I am regressing into my Paramore phase in 2023 #Paramore #I have listened to C’est Comme Ça like 100 times today.

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mullothekwami · 2 years

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my q activities as anime characters

kaminari: i just spilled my lemonade I'm so sorry for it

toga: i have a beautiful collection of kn/ves uwu

jirou: not me listening to the same song over and over again

junko: darn theres school tmrw

everyone will d/e in my school

monoca: just ~~monika~~ monoca

nagito: wow 6 ppl said happy birthday to me irl

mukuro: theres this girl who has the same birthday as me and she got more respect and a fvcking tiara

ochaco: people who say they are very kind and nice: *exist*

you are not deku, fvck off

soda: plot twist: the duolingo bird is a monokuma

mina: deku wearing emo clothes sounds like a good idea

L: walking with dino arms in the halls is so hot

sero: 1 2 7 3 todoroki fell on the street

genocide jack: being my friend or accepted by me is such an honor how dare you not celebrate

todoroki: baahhaha imagine having a happy childhood

dazai: mental health goes brrr

asahina: i love how the german translation of toko's ultimate is super bookworm-

comments

toko: shut up swimmer girl

kyoko: shouldnt teachers know that the term 'family issues' exists? like wtf

hajime: ugh, dont you hate when your a blue face in someone elses story?

deku: WHY CANT ANYONE TALK TO SOMEONE WITHOUT BEING ShIPPED WITH THEM!

toga: i said yay to murder and these girls who sit infront of me in L&L asked if i said yay to murder and then they said "oh yea we are on good terms so i dont think u should murder me" i said i wont but-

junko: im teaching these kids the ways of despair hehehe

keebo: EVERYONE, STOP FEELING DESPAIR!!

WHY?

... BECAUSE YES!

nagito: i hate it when my phone dies instead of me

nagito: mikan, we are not gonna forgive you

why?

because killing for the sake of despair is a waste of time

you should kill for hope or love or justice

idc if she says she kill for her beloved, her beloved is literally despair so she killed for despair and not true love

kokichi: i eat bees

maki: i woke up today and chose violence

light: their home address please?

mikan: "the big letters ran away they were having an emotional breakdown and i think they needed some space :'(("

- grass

ray: burn the children

ibuki: im built different. i have 3 toes😎🥸

misa: block this user? no, i need to keep stalking them to find things to use against them.

kaminari: its ur birthday yea yea. if u touch my toes i will touch urs too

ray: pov norman is a farmer

comments

norman: i wish

emma: what-

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sporadicarbitergardener · 7 months

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October 7 , 2023

You be suprised how far love can go . Its even free on a keyobaord. I was raped. Used as an object, but is will never ever be a woman's or man's fault that they were preyed on and used as an abject. Today in these days were are in trials in tribulations and we are all learning how to let go , Let God. I'mstill having an on to on battle with God everyday as life goes on. I been through the ringer. I see why people don't get married anymore becasue people change on you when you fall on your ass. Family will never be replaced. I love my blood. Christine Seymour is locked up for life I was last told and I have no clue if that is true or now but she needs to get out becasue she has three babies she needs to finish be there for as they get older. As life goes on I will hunt for my family members and make sure they are safe because I made a promise to my grand mother Jackie Lynn Lachney to always be there for them kids last time I saw her January of 2017 last message I got from her was February 16, 2016 and my Aunt Christine took a charge for hurting someone because they were verbally abusing my grandmother.

Christine kept the bills paid when my granny and paw paw Michael Lachney were going through trials and tribulations in their marriage, my granny took care of him after his surgery and well he left for a year to go find peace. Me and my paw paw never made peace because he assumed I was on drugs when I wasn't I was mad at him because he left my granny and well she took that shit and she took him back.

Rebecca Greenhouse had to call my granny for me 3182404149 in 2016 of September to let her know I was pregnant with my daughter and well. Being honest it was crazy because well she was mad for a little while and when I last seen her in 2017 we layed down in the bed when I was pregnant with my daughter and I told her " I know your tired and that your worried about the grandkids , but I will always keep my eyes over my blood because 18 or not family is for life. I don't care who is divorced, I don't care who is racist. or even sexually biased. Accept others for who they are. I am proud that i found all my siblings my father placed , my aunt Christine may be locked up in Avoyelles parish . She was always the soldier out of Glenn Ray Seymour, herself, and Rebecca Greenhouse. Please spread awarness. Maybe look for her name on the website as well and also maybe donate something to comminsary because truthfully she stayed in her prayer.

Women does has it easy to a sense but our sexual and human rights are under attack right now day by day. Predatory ways and even schemeing men are out there now and they use an energy that feels like "rape or be killed ".

I apologize to anyone that takes this as a trigger warning . Please spread awarness. Create a safe place for people to talk. Don't tell someone that "their life doesn't matter" when it does more than anyone thinks. Plesae help me figure this out I can only do it from a keyboard .

I'm a freelance life coach open to even lectures on how I can word my life better. Please help me to continue to spread awarness.

She had a bad drug history , but her pain was never validated growing up I was always center of attention when she was 14 growing up. By blood she is my aunt but by love she is my Sister no matter what.

#Washington #louisiana #Avoyelles #love #grace #prisonstories #thugtalk #life #emo #selflove #freedom #awarness #freelancelifecoach #womenempowerment #women #men #love #family #earth #usa #life #god #blessings #awarness #womensrights #familyrights #bloodrights #happiness #comfort #reality #music

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chorusfm · 2 years

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Guardin

Recently I was able to catch up with Nicholas Kerr (Guardin) for a brief interview. In this chat, we discussed his new record called Creatures Together, artists he admires in today’s music scene, as well as further insight to his songwriting. Thanks for your time today, Nicholas. Let’s first discuss your new album called Creatures Together. Where did the inspiration come from to title the record this? When I was 14, my mom & I had adopted a kitten & named him Creature. He always hung out with me in my bedroom whenever I was working on music which led me to naming two of my earlier projects after him (creature pt. 1 & creature pt. 2). Sadly, he passed away a few years ago. I wanted to pay homage to him & that series of projects. With this being the final chapter, the title Creatures Together really ties things together as the death of an era. Can you describe the lyrical inspiration behind the song “jetlag”? I had just returned home from a full U.S. tour where I had sprained my ankle & broke a bone in my foot. Not being able to really go out & do much with my foot stuck in a boot, I had a lot of time to reflect on things & really think about not only all that I had accomplished while on that tour, but everything I’ve done over the last few years with my career. I started writing “jetlag” with all of this in mind, talking about the highs & lows between being home, being on the road & being in this weird gray area in between. I understand you’ve partnered with legendary musicians like Ray Toro of My Chemical Romance. What was it like collaborating with Ray and others in the scene? Working with Ray Toro was an incredible experience. We met back in 2019 through a studio session with our mutual friend Tom Rasulo (Patchwork_) and worked on a few ideas together there. Being able to see how both of those dudes approach the creative process & how they bring things together was really insightful. Going from a laptop and a microphone set-up in my bedroom to a full blown studio is usually very intimidating, but that session was anything but that & the energy in that room was beautiful. A lot of the songs on Creatures Together address mental health awareness. What do you hope listeners will take away from this new album? I just hope people find peace with themselves in listening to this album. I think it’s really easy to fall into the cycle of feeling awful about yourself & deeming yourself as crazy for how you feel sometimes, but nobody is truly alone in that & I just want people to know that more than anything. I think I want to know that too. Do you have any plans to tour on this material? If so, what tracks are you most excited for audiences to experience live? I don’t have any concrete plans for an upcoming tour currently, but I do have a holiday show with Hot Mulligan and a handful of other bands/artists coming up in December. I’m really excited to perform “eugene”, “geronimo” & “homebound”. I’ve got a few really cool ideas for lights/visuals/etc. surrounding those songs that I can’t wait to bring to life. What artists in today’s music scene do you admire, and are there any attributes you bring from other bands into your own music? I really admire my friends. I think a lot of what I create is heavily influenced by what they’re making or by whatever I am listening to at the time. My friend Miles who goes by Sewerperson is a prime example & his work ethic is one that I really admire. I think a lot of my belting vocals derive from a variety of midwest-emo bands & other alternative acts I listened to growing up. I’ve been really big on the new Death Cab For Cutie record too. That’s been my ultimate vice as of lately. --- Please consider becoming a member so we can keep bringing you stories like this one. ◎ https://chorus.fm/features/interviews/guardin/

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redalert-redalert · 5 years

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[puts on red eyeliner] for gerard way

#im feeling VERY EMO today #mcr #my chemical romance #gerard way #frank iero #ray toro #mikey way

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zillala · 2 years

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𝙼𝚢 𝙺𝚘-𝙵𝚒! ↓↓↓

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 ー〘 𝙰𝚗 𝙸𝚝𝚊𝙵𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌 〙

𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℝ𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕟

𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 ー 𝗠/𝗠 ー 𝗪𝗜𝗣 𝗔𝗢3 𝗧𝗮𝗴𝘀: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Gojo Satoru, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Minor Characters, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Aged-Up Character(s), Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Romance, POV Fushiguro Megumi, Consensual Sex, Porn with Feelings, Top Itadori Yuuji, Bottom Fushiguro Megumi, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, True Love, Anal Sex, First Time, Getting Together, Gay, Pansexual Character, Cute, Oblivious Itadori Yuuji, Power Bottom Fushiguro Megumi, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Sad Fushiguro Megumi, Friends to Lovers, Boys In Love, Love Confessions, Fushiguro Megumi-centric, Itadori Yuuji is a Ray of Sunshine, Cute Itadori Yuuji, Itadori Yuuji Loves Fushiguro Megumi, Feelings, Made For Each Other, Itadori Yuuji is Pure Cinnamon-Roll, Fushiguro Megumi is the Boy-King of Doom and Gloom, Itadori Yuuji is a Puppy, Fushiguro Megumi is Emo, Fushiguro Megumi is Bad at Feelings, Fushiguro Megumi Loves Itadori Yuuji, Canon Universe, Idiots in Love, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, First Time Topping, itafushi, FushiIta, Sad Itadori Yuuji, Itadori Yuuji Needs a Hug, Innocent Itadori Yuuji, Protective Fushiguro Megumi, Fushiguro Megumi Needs a Hug, Fushiguro Megumi is So Done, Pining Fushiguro Megumi, Opposites Attract, Angst and Feels, Soulmates, Touch-Starved Fushiguro Megumi, First Kiss, Trauma, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Mutual Pining, Demisexuality, Post-Shibuya Incident Arc (Jujutsu Kaisen), Shibuya Incident Arc Spoilers (Jujutsu Kaisen), Itadori Yuuji is Bad at Feelings

𝗔𝗢3 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: “So... How long?” Yuuji sat up straight in the bed, still practically drowning in the messy comforter surrounding him as he gazed up adoringly and inquiringly at a stark-naked Megumi, who was leaning ever-so-casually against the edge of the countertop while soundlessly sipping his tea. ╱ “How long, what?” Megumi asked flatly, cocking an eyebrow back at the pink-haired boy. ╱ “How long have you known how you felt about me?” ╱ Megumi’s face crinkled into a reflexive frown, wanting to react as if the question was presumptuous and arrogant, but inevitably he just sighed, knowing he should acknowledge that it was a serious question worthy of a serious answer. He paused and closed his eyes as he began to think back, to remember. ╱ “Hm… I suppose I knew something had really changed in me after I realized you’d actually eaten that first, disgusting finger.”

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔-𝚒𝚗-𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 & 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙸𝚝𝚊𝙵𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒, 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝! 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝‘𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚍‘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚊�� 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚔 & 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝙰𝙲𝚃𝚄𝙰𝙻 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝙸𝚝‘𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚞𝚖 𝚘𝚙𝚞𝚜, 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 & 𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 & 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎-𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞‘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚋𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝙰𝙾3 & 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞‘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗‘ 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘~! ;3

𝙰𝚗𝚢 & 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍! 𝙸 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, & 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚗 𝖠𝖮3, 𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕’ 𝚂𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚗𝚊! （ 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠! 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕’『がんばれ、がんばれ! 』／ “𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞!” ）♥︎

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