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spacedykez · 2 years

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ok ok ok so. branzy and clown are dating. good for them! no one else knows and everyone still thinks that branzy is being held hostage or being threatened by clown or whatever. branzy and clown think it’s so so funny but it’s getting kind of annoying. they bet on how long it will take for someone to realize that they are in evil gay love, and if it takes longer than either of them guessed they have to do one (1) PDA. i could not stop giggling while writing this

- joobies anon

this tale of reckless love

Branzy and Clown are dating. The rest of the server doesn't know this. Branzy takes this as an opportunity for some fun.

cws: none! | ao3 link | wc 1943 notes: actually beta read for once! and thank you joobies anon, i had a ton of fun writing this and i hope i did your idea justice :D

(Your friendly reminder that REBLOGS > LIKES, and now onto the fic!)

“Blink twice if you’re being held hostage.”

Branzy jumps slightly as Rek sneaks up beside him, whispering in his ear. He bites back a laugh- him, held hostage by Clown? It’s almost laughable. But he can see it- and oh, this could be fun.

“Don’t worry, I believe the term you’re looking for is indentured servitude!” Branzy tells him cheerily. It’s not, really, but why tell Rek that?

“Branzy, are you okay?” Rek demands. Of course Rek would be the first to ask about Clown; he’s Branzy’s closest friend after all- if you can call them friends. Their relationship is… well, complicated. It’s a whole thing, you know how it is.

“Oh, yeah, I’m great!” he assures Rek. He doesn’t imagine Rek believes him. It sounds like a lie coming from him, especially with his history of tricks and schemes. But funnily enough, it’s true for once.

Rek isn’t convinced- Branzy can see it in the worry on his face and the way he studies Branzy, scanning for indicators that he’s not telling the full truth. But Branzy’s had plenty of experience hiding his lies before, and this time there’s nothing to hide.

“Okay…” Rek says, eyes flicking away from Branzy towards where Clown is running after Rek’s teammates. “You know you can come to me if you need-”

“Oh, yeah, yeah!” Branzy nods. He’s not trapped by any means- if he really wanted to leave Clown he could slip away when needed. He didn’t stay alive this long by being helpless.

Rek spares him one last look of concern before dashing away to help his dying allies, leaving Branzy to break down in laughter. Did they really all think he was being held hostage by Clown? He’d known they were trying to hide their- relationship, but he didn’t think they were that convincing!

This could be quite enjoyable, actually. Quite enjoyable.

Clown’s not quite as amused by the idea of tricking the others as Branzy is.

He’s covered in blood when he comes back to Branzy, having chased Rek and his teammates away. They didn’t stand a chance against him, not when Clown’s so good at striking fear into his enemies. Branzy supposes that’s why they haven’t figured the two of them out yet; they’re too afraid of Clown to even think for a moment that Branzy and Clown dating is a possibility.

“We can’t tell them,” Clown insists in that soft but firm tone he uses on no one but Branzy. It’s a side of the man reserved solely for Branzy, a gentle part masked by an intimidating appearance. “It’s too much of a risk if they know.”

Well, that’s just no fun.

“They’ll figure it out anyways!” Branzy points out, wiping half-dried blood from Clown’s face. Clown doesn’t push his hand away, which Branzy takes as a sign to continue.

“It’ll take them a while,” Clown’s clearly trying to hold onto the last remains of his image, the image Branzy’s quickly breaking down. Clown doesn’t look nearly as scary when he’s with Branzy.

“Three days, at most,” Branzy shrugs. It’s only a matter of time, really- Rek will start to figure it out soon, at least. He’s always been perceptive, and soon he’ll start to realize that things just don’t add up.

“Only three days? That’s all you can give me?” Clown teases with an affectionate sigh. Branzy nods and twines his fingers into Clown’s, who really isn’t resisting this too much for a man who’s about to have his carefully-crafted image shattered.

“Mhm.” Three more days of Clown looking terrifying before he gives in to Branzy’s charms.

“Give me a week,” Clown bargains. He doesn’t seem all too upset about this, really- Branzy would have thought he’d be far more opposed to his reputation being completely ruined.

Branzy’s just that hot, huh?

“A week,” Branzy agrees. And then it’s all over. He knows Clown’s probably already regretting this, but Branzy’s definitely not. He’s gonna have so much fun once they don’t need to hide their affections anymore (not that Branzy’s doing a very good job of that anyways). “And then I get to kiss you?”

Clown sighs defeatedly, not very upset about this. “If they don’t figure us out sooner.”

Branzy considers this a massive win.

He lasts four more days before he slips up. In his defense, it was only a matter of time. And how was he meant to resist when Clown is so dang cute?

They’re in the middle of a chase across the ocean- Branzy isn’t even quite sure why they’re fighting, to be honest. There’s always some sort of conflict going on, he can’t be expected to know who’s allies with who. He’s too pretty to do that much thinking!

He and Clown are in a boat together, with Clown at the oars. Rek speeds along in another boat beside them. A ways in front of them, two other boats are racing along. “They’re getting away, I can barely make them out.”

“I know something you can make out,” Branzy snorts as soon as he says it- it’s an awful attempt at flirting, really.

“Branzy!” The boat slows for a moment as Clown bites back a groan. In the boat next to them, Rek lets out a startled gasp.

“Well, ohhhh-kay-” Rek chuckles awkwardly. Branzy should probably feel embarrassed, but he’s really not. For Clown’s sake, he backtracks. They agreed on a week.

“Oh- I mean, uh-” Branzy throws in his trademark nervous chuckle. He’s trained himself out of the habit after one too many times it gave away a plan, but Rek doesn’t need to know that. It’s a great lie, totally!

It seems to fool Rek, anyways. Clown shoots Branzy a pointed glare as best he can. Branzy bites back a giggle- maybe he wouldn’t mess with Clown so much if Clown wasn’t so fun to mess with.

Clown gives him a warning once the chase is over. “Branzy, you can’t just-”

“Can’t what?” Branzy says innocently, putting on his best puppy face. He’s been told he looks like one, and he’ll definitely play into that if it helps him accomplish his goals.

Clown looks up and to the side exasperatedly, still not truly annoyed with Branzy. He’s pretty sure he could kill Clown and Clown wouldn’t mind. “I’m not giving in to your pleading face.”

Branzy gasps in mock-offense. Clown’s not supposed to resist his puppy face! That’s illegal! He, Branzy, declares it!

“A week. We agreed on a week,” Clown tells him. Well, four days is basically a week, right? But he gives in, if only because Clown’s promised him a kiss.

Seven days after their agreement, Clown wakes Branzy with a scythe to the throat.

Branzy should probably be terrified, but he just can’t bring himself to be. He glances sleepily down at the metal and up at Clown. “Morning, Clown.”

“How does running for your life sound today, Branzy?” Clown asks. Branzy’s still unworried. Should he be?

“What about running for your love?” Branzy offers. Clown’s free hand slaps his mask in exasperation. Branzy’s still unbothered. Clown has no reason to kill him, and besides he could easily have slit Branzy’s throat while he slept if he really wanted Branzy dead.

“Just work with me here?”

Oh, he got it now. This sounded entertaining. Branzy lightly pushes the scythe away from him and rolls out of bed, grabbing Clown’s hand and pulling himself up until their faces are temptingly close.

Clown shoves Branzy away gently. “Kiss later, kay?”

“Aww,” Branzy whines. And finally, Clown gives in. He leans down and lifts Branzy’s hand to his face, pushing the mask up. One quick kiss on Branzy’s hand later, he lowers it again.

Branzy giggles and grins happily. Clown regards him adoringly, then lifts the scythe again. “Do me a favor and find as many of the others as you can.”

Branzy nods and takes off running. Spawn will probably have more players at it, so that’s where he goes. Clown gives him a head start, but after a few minutes Branzy hears the squish of boots on the ground running after him.

He does the logical thing, for once, and screams. It’s exaggerated, and he knows Clown can tell. But he’s trusting the others’ fear of Clown to help convince them. With any luck, they won’t think to question it, focusing on the very real threat of Clown chasing after him.

It’s not a real threat- Clown has no intentions of hurting any of them. But they don’t need to know that.

Rek is unsurprisingly the first to come running, with a fearful cry of “Branzy!?”

Branzy simply lets Rek’s worry do the work for him, barely trying to be convincing. “HELP!!”

“Why is he after you!?” Rek demands. Rek’s really is making this easy- he doesn’t need to bother to come up with a reply- it’s already on the tip of his tongue.

“Not the time!” See, usually he’d need a convincing explanation, but there wasn’t really a time for one when Clown was after you. Rek understandably doesn’t question him.

“Hold on, I’ll call for help!”

Perfect.

“Oh, Branzy!” Clown calls, taunting. Branzy resists the automatic urge to flirt. What can he say? A man’s got his priorities.

When Branzy loops around to spawn again, there are more people there, all ready to help him. He’s impressed, really. So many of them have been victims of one of his traps, yet they’re all more worried about Clown.

He purposefully slows a tiny bit, just enough that nobody notices. Clown catches him right by the fountain. The scythe appears in front of him, arcing around in front of his neck ready to kill.

“Branzy!” Rek calls, terrified. He’s watching with wide eyes, mouth open in a gasp. He’s probably thinking he’s failed, but what Rek didn’t know is that was never going to save Branzy. “What do you want with him, Clown!?”

Clown doesn’t answer, grabbing Branzy’s arm and spinning him around so they’re facing one another. Branzy is fighting to keep a smile off his face- one advantage Clown has with his mask.

“Oh, nothing,” Clown says easily, voice calm. He’s got nothing to fear, after all. “I just want him.”

Branzy’s sure the others are watching in horror, but he doesn’t bother to look. He grabs the bottom of Clown’s mask and shoves it up off his face with a smirk, not bothering to put on an act anymore. He hears someone gasp- the first one to figure it out. Took them long enough.

Clown is grinning happily, cherry-colored eyes shining like stars. Branzy reaches up and brushes a stray wisp of soft jet-black hair out of Clown’s eyes.

His heart is already racing from the excitement of running away from Clown, but it seems to beat even faster as Clown leans in. More startled gasps and yells fill Branzy’s ears, but Clown’s the only thing on his mind.

The kiss is even better than Branzy imagined it would be. His body tingles with excitement, mind filled with wordless pleasure. Clown’s hand is gentle and warm on Branzy’s arm, the contact the only thing grounding him.

He’s fairly sure he’d be lost without the touch, gone to a world of only Clown.

Branzy wraps his arms around Clown’s neck as they pull apart. He never wants to let go- never wants to leave this state of euphoria.

“How long-!?” Rek manages, the only one of the assembled players with any words left.

“Long enough,” Branzy is beaming, cheeks warming with satisfaction. He steals another kiss, and as their lips meet again Branzy doesn’t regret a thing.

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mishapen-dear · 2 years

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There’s something wretched in the air tonight.

Branzy doesn’t know what it is– or, not exactly what it is. It’s a corpse-smell, he knows that much. He’s been around enough corpses to know what a corpse-smell is. It’s why he goes through so much redstone for every trap. The scent permeates everything it touches, clings and follows everything he tries to reuse. It’s just not worth it. The smell always warns the pre-corpses that they’re about to become corpses, and then no one ends up falling for his trap at all, and it’s all really inconvenient.

Branzy contemplates his golden carrots as he evaluates his options. His foot swings free in the air, his other tucked under him on the wall. He could go inside and ask Clown why everything smells like death, or he can stay out here and not learn anything.

…He doesn’t really want to die. He doesn’t think Clown will kill him, but he still has a healthily irrational (or rational?) fear of the deadliest lifestealer, so he doesn’t dismiss that concern outright. He could sit with the fear for a little bit, marinate in it the way he could never sit with false comforts before they teamed up. Or… he could go inside and figure out what gross-nasty corpse is stinking up the place, because as atmospheric as it sounds to marinate in familiar fear in the presence of rotten corpse-stink, it’s really not fantastic at all.

Branzy sighs heavily, and dramatically, up at the moon. The moon responds with apathy and does not validate Branzy’s woes, so he swings his leg back over the ledge and heads inside.

He’s met with darkness.

His heart leaps into his throat and his stomach drops into a pit of molten dread. The corpse-scent is stronger, now. He strains his ears to listen for fighting, clashing swords or shouting– there is nothing. Nothing but his breath.

“Uh oh,” he whispers. He slides further into the hallway, slow and careful. A quick fumble through his inventory is followed by a more frantic fumble through his inventory. He has his sword –Clown would kill him if he didn’t keep at least one weapon on him, and Branzy can’t help but agree with the wisdom of remaining armed in the deadliest SMP– but he has no torches. Zero, zilch, none. No light sources, either. Not even a flint and steel, which is somehow the most disappointing discovery.

His foot stops, abruptly wrapped by something and held fast. Branzy freezes, breath caught, and waits to be dragged off into the darkness like in a horror movie. That doesn’t happen. Instead, Branzy reaches forwards slowly to try to figure out whatever has grabbed him, and comes away with a hand full of cobwebs. Cobwebs which do not belong in his house. Cobwebs which he’s seen Clown use in combat. Cobwebs which had not been there before Branzy had stepped outside to keep watch.

He giggles a little, inadvertant and pitched high. This is bad! This is nothing other than bad. He listens again, but he only hears silence. He tries to squint through the darkness and only sees –who would have guessed it?-- more darkness. “Clown?” he whispers, and Clown does not reply.

He could shout for Clown. That’s a thing he could do. Clown would probably hear him and come running to save him.

Whatever took out all the torches would probably hear him, too.

Branzy swallows, hard.

Then he cringes because that gulp was audible, and the very last thing he wants to cross off his bucket list is to get murdered. That’s the last entry on the bucket list for a reason, thank you very much! It comes right after all the cool things he wants to do, like win a fight against Rek and scam the whole server for all of their hearts, and those things become a lot more difficult if he goes and gets murdered before attempting them.

Down the hallway he hears an echoing groan.

Branzy flinches, hard.

“I never- I never knew we had such great acoustics,” he whispers, but it’s less than a whisper, barely a mouthful, because there are great acoustics. He doesn’t know what made that horrifying, awful noise, but he knows for sure that he doesn’t want to meet it.

Or- does he? What if it was Clown?

What if it was Clown?

He’s moving before he thinks it through, and by the time he starts to think he’s already running. He runs face first into the wall and bounces off with a yelp that tears violently through the silence, and then there’s no time to think because whoever is here definitely heard that.

He’s going to die. Clown is probably already dead. Or dying. Or dead. Or dying. Or dead. Or he’s dead and this is stupid and Branzy has the belated thought to put his right hand on the wall as a guide so he doesn’t run anything in the darkness, and he keeps running towards the source of the groan.

He’s panting already- which is stupid, he’s not tired. But he is terrified, so that maybe explains it. The corpse smell is stronger every second, and now he’s becoming convinced that the source of the smell is Clown. Branzy can see it so easily– their empire toppled, their home obsolete, an empty grave and a true burial that’s hidden away for so no one goes and does anything stupid like vandalize Clown’s bones, except fuck, wait, that means that Branzy is going to have to handle Clown’s bones– nope, nope, nope, not that phrasing, nope- but handle his- corpse. With the corpse scent. And the mushy melty decomposing skin and mask and- the mask won’t decompose, at least, but what is Branzy supposed to do with his mask?! Wear it?! When there’s corpse-smell all over it!?

Branzy runs into another wall.

He falls, this time, and then he lays there for a moment. The despair in his chest is heady, weighing him down and pinning him to the ground.

There’s another groan down the hall. Louder, this time. Closer.

Branzy gets to his feet and he keeps going.

It’s brighter, now, or his eyes have adjusted. He can see the rough lines where the walls meet the floor, and the rough shapes of more cobwebs. Alarm bells ring in his head. None of these cobwebs are placed along the floor. They’re on the ceiling.

Okay.

Ceiling-walking monster.

Ceiling-walking monster that can take down Clownpierce.

…

He should leave. He should turn around and walk away and leave.

He stops walking.

He doesn’t have to keep going. Clown wouldn’t know. He’d be dead, and he wouldn’t know. Branzy can leave and Clown wouldn’t be fine, but– it’s probably a fast death, right?

But those groans…

Loyalty is so annoying, Branzy thinks with all the rueful wretchedness he can stomach, starting down the hallway again.

He comes to an intersection. Down one path is light, a torch, and no ceiling-walking monsters in sight. Down the other path is darkness, and hell, and bad things, and-

The groan sounds again.

It’s closer. It sounds… weird.

It occurs to Branzy, for the first time, that maybe Clown isn’t the one groaning.

Branzy backs away, slowly, towards the light.

The groaning sounds again. Same volume, same pitch. It’s weirdly familiar, but Branzy can’t place it to any of his servermates. If he weren’t pants-wettingly terrified he’d feel embarrassed for mistaking it for Clown, now.

What if it’s the ceiling monster?

“W-we can talk about this,” Branzy tells the darkness nervously, raising his hands. “Listen, listen- do you want hearts? ‘Cause I’ve got- I’m pretty good at getting hearts!”

There’s another groan.

Branzy turns around and sprints towards the light.

He can’t hear any footsteps, or skittering, or scuttering, or sliding or slipping or treading or any noises of any kind coming from behind him, because his own footsteps thunder through the halls and his heartbeat thunders in his ears and he hears Clown call, “Branzy?”

The ceiling monster can replicate voices.

Good! Great! This is just what Branzy wanted! He wheezes in terror, snatches the torch off of the wall the very second he’s close enough to grab it, and looks for a way out of the fucking hallway. He’s going to barricade himself in a room and make a last stand with his very sharp sword because a ceiling monster that can take down Clown is probably very big, and moving through doorways works on Endermen, and it’s worth a try!

He doesn’t waste time looking behind himself. He finds the first door, slams it open, and then slams it shut the second he can. There’s another aborted shout of “-ranzy!” but Branzy knows those tricks and he won’t be fucking eaten because of some stupid mimicry trick!

It takes him a second to realize it, but the air tastes bad in this room. Really bad. Really, really, awfully bad, and it smells just as bad, too. Branzy closes his eyes and presses his forehead to the door. “Don’t be Clownpierce,” he begs. “Don’t be Clownpierce, don’t be Clownpierce, don’t be Clownpierce…” He turns around. Clown, corpse or otherwise, is not in the room. Instead, Branzy comes face to face with the decapitated skull of Rekrap.

He screams.

There’s a sudden sense of vertigo, and then Branzy gets a half-second to realize that the door has opened behind him and now he is falling, backwards, into the nefarious grip of a monster that is going to eat him and–

Arms come up under his, catching him. Clown’s mask stares down at him. Branzy’s scream cuts off with a squeak.

The two stare at each other for several seconds too-long when there’s a Branzy-eating monster loose, so Branzy moves quick to scramble out of Clown’s arms when his brain comes back online. “Clown!” he hisses. “Clown, quick, we have to move quick, there’s–!”

A groan down the hallway. A figure shuffles into the light.

“--a zombie?” Branzy finishes, dumbstruck.

Clown looks at the zombie, then he looks to Branzy. He looks into the room that Branzy has just fallen out of, them looks to him again. He doesn’t seem particularly concerned by either the zombie or the encroaching darkness of the hallway. “Are you okay, Branzy?”

“No,” Branzy says. He gestures wildly to the room behind him. “What- how did- Rekrap?”

Clown almost winces. Branzy would say he does wince, but it’s Clown and the thought of him wincing at the decapitated skull of Branzy’s best friend is simply inconcievable. “That was supposed to be a surprise,” he says, morose.

“A surprise?” Branzy’s voice is shrill.

“Well, everyone else is going to be freaked out by all the spiderwebs and darkness and chase,” Clown says, waving his hand. His hand just so happens to be holding his very deadly sword, which casually lops the head off of the previously-encroaching zombie. Branzy watches the head loll across the floor. “If you wanted to have a run, we would have to do something different.”

“Something- different,” Branzy says. “Different from- from what?”

“The haunted house?”

“Oh.”

Clown’s mask tilts a little. He looks at Branzy for a moment, and then he says, in a voice Branzy always associates with deadly amusement, “Well? Did you enjoy your little… test run?”

“I think I wet my pants,” Branzy says, a little faintly. “Did- oh my god. Why take out the torches? The mobs?!”

“Rek mentioned how scary it is to never see anything,” Clown says, his voice light in a way that lets Branzy know he is definitely grinning.

Branzy looks at the decapitated head in the other room, covering everything in its wretched corpse-stink. “Oh my god,” he says. “I’m going to kill him. Again. You helped him?!”

“He said he’d tell you,” Clown says, closest he ever gets to brightness in his voice. “Who am I to get between two friends, Branzy?”

“The worst!” Branzy declares, pointing his finger straight upwards because the true-fear has bled away to faux-fear once again, and he doesn’t dare to point his finger straight at Clown. He snatches the zombie head from the ground and stalks off again.

Clown’s cackles echo behind him.

(ao3 link)

#mishapen words #branzy #lifesteal #the lifesteal fic i wrote at 3am because i wanted to write and then it grew legs and became this #one day ill do a proper character study on these guys and present it to The Blorbo Experts for judging but this one is just for fun #and The Blorbo Expert didn't have an immediate complaint about my characterization so we'll count that as a win for 3am me B)#(hello blorbo expert You Know Who You Are)

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emelkae · 2 years

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Word Find Tag

Thanks for the tag, @yejiwritesthings!

My words were rhythm, fire, energy, love, lips, and boom.

From WARRIOR:

Rhythm:

Taa-bi hissed for [Briar] to shut the door. Her desperation sent him scrambling to close it just as the rhythm of boots flew down the ladder. She sprinted from her place and locked it behind him. Someone stopped outside and pressed a button, but the door didn’t move.

Fire:

Briar didn’t know it by shape yet, but he figured they must have approached the Center when Pather Ozz-rek pushed a building’s door aside. A roaring fire greeted them within, as well as bedrolls along the floor and woven tapestries on the walls, which danced with the fire’s shadows.

Energy:

They spent the better part of an hour circling the ship, reminiscing about past battles and exchanging furtive punches to the arm to expend Lug’s boundless energy, but there was only so much distraction Sharpe could take before he itched to be alone.

Love:

“What’re we gonna do when we get to Dracuri?” [Mobo] asked as a change of subject. “I’d love to deconstruct the pain coding.”

“We’re homeless without a ship. We’ll prioritize ship parts. I spent the night reprogramming the Warrior’s model signature myself, so we should at least get into Iggsil unscathed.”

“You reprogrammed it without me?”

Lips:

[Beyy-ma] balked at the approach of two Dracurians in unique armor, lit a solid uniform blue and absent any of the rock-like accessories everyone else had embedded in their chests and arms. Their thoughts were alien to her, but their sense of suspicion was universal. Their helmets made reading their lips impossible. Beyy-ma kept her eyes on Taa-bi instead.

Boom:

[Briar] yelped at the tremendous boom that must’ve been from Lug’s fist, “Don’t come in! I’m okay! I just tripped!”

“Unlock the door,” said Sharpe.

“I kinda want to be alone right now.”

Your words are press, shape, alone, and itch.

Leaving an Open Tag, but also tagging some people under the cut:

@forest-of-madness @orzabal @lizartgurl @that-one-emo-enby @whats-amata-you @arixabala @stardustsnight @talesofsorrowandofruin

#me.#writeblr #word find tag #tag games

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thefoodwiththedood · 7 years

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OC Fact: In a recent game, Rek rolled so well on a lie check that he convinced a security guard to let him and Korrtak into a crime scene to perform a "wookie atonement ritual," which included, among other things, the guard turning the cameras away, leaving the door open, and closing his eyes.

Tell me a fact about your oc and I will respond with a semi-related fact about mine

Duuude, that’s awesome! Rek’s such a shyster, I love it :D

Hes and Russ did something similar—though to be fair, their success was mostly due to dumb luck and Imperial incompetence, rather than any cunning on their part.

(This is likely gonna be a long story, so buckle up and click that “read more” link to check it out! I’d recommend checking out Russoc’s origin story here first, though, cuz I’ll call back to that a lot in this.

On one fateful Empire Day in 17 BBY, Hes Chaddic (barely 17 years old at the time), and Russoc Dhaalgondt (35 years old, and a rebel for only one week of that) were hanging out in Montellian Serat, watching the Imps parade their arsenal through the city streets. The Angels’ leader at the time, Jussalc’sai’Truertos, had told the entire band of rebels not to try anything at the parade—”too much risk”, as he’d put it. Hes was never one for just sitting around, especially as a rowdy teenager, but begrudgingly she and Russ agreed to lay low. So, for that afternoon, the two just sat on a rooftop and watched the bucketheads meander past them.

It wasn’t how Hes had wanted it to go, though: she’d hoped she and Russ would get to rough up the Imps a bit, just to make ‘em look like the idiots they are. She thought that was just what Russ needed to help him cheer up—ever since he joined the Angels, he’d been a total sad sack. Sure, he pulled his weight and everything, but rather than laugh and have fun like the other Angels, he just seemed to wanna sit alone and be sad. It was so weird to Hes—she remembered him being so happy and kindhearted when she first met him at his veggie stand, but now he just seemed so…lifeless. Probably ‘cause the Imps took his horns, Hes thought to herself—yeah, that was definitely it. So of course fighting them would help—revenge always helps, after all!

And so, Hes would set about to get her new friend his revenge. Halfway through the parade, the horns blaring “Glory of the Empire” were interrupted by Hes gasping loudly, and the sudden force of her hand on his shoulder shook Russ from his moping. She pointed off to a stage at the end of one street, where several wanted posters of criminals (namely ones of fellow Devaron’s Angels) were displayed, with a bounty set under each of them. What had Hes so excited was the leftmost poster—her own wanted poster, displaying a bounty comparably higher than anyone else’s. Russ failed to see the humor in this, but he could tell Hes was excited, so he smiled and halfheartedly congratulated her.

Hes smiled proudly, but then stopped as an idea began to formulate in her mind. She went silent as she thought it out, but in a moment she was smiling again, this time with an almost malicious look in her eyes. Russ looked quizzically at her for a moment, but before he could even ask what was up, Hes started to relay her plan: She would be giving herself up to the Imperials. Russ did a double take as she said it, and without hesitation he replied, “You’ve lost your mind!”. Hes wasn’t deterred, though, and she continued to share her idea.

Her plan went as follows: Russ would drag her to the nearest trooper he could find, where he’d say he “caught one of the rebels”. The trooper would of course turn away to take Russ to collect his reward, at which point the both of them would rush him and, if necessary, take him out permanently. Then, Russ would put on the trooper’s armor (his lack of horns would make it so the helmet would fit perfectly), and “escort” Hes back to the nearest Imperial stronghold for “questioning”. Once there, the two of them would just plant thermal detonators everywhere they could, steal as much as they could carry, and escape on whatever ship they could find—and bam! Angels: 1, Empire: 0!

While Russ admitted he liked the idea in theory, he worried how it would work in practice—Hes was a terrible actor, for one, not to mention all the ways they could get killed once they made it inside the stronghold. “Besides,” Russ even said, “Truertos told us it’s not worth the risk”. Hes immediately shot back that Truertos was an idiot, and that it would totally, 100%, without-a-doubt work. Her goading got her nowhere at first, but then she said something about it being revenge for what they took from him—immediately, Russ was on board.

And so, they put the plan into motion—and it went about as well as you’d guess. Russ played his part well enough, but Hes almost got them caught every time she was forced to act like a prisoner: there was a lot of the “Oh, woe is me, I’ve been nabbed by the authorities!” and “Curse you, you Imperial scum! You haven’t seen the last of me!” type of postulating from her. Yet, miraculously, they made it into the Imperial stronghold, and from there they got to work. First, they raided the weapon’s depot and put every remote thermal detonator they had on everything of value. Next, they took all the food, guns, and ammo they could hold in their four combined hands. And somehow, by a combination of not-so-careful sneaking and the mere fact that the Imps were more focused on Empire Day than guarding the facility, they made it to the hangar to make their escape.

Problem was, there was hardly a usable ship in the whole room. All the TIEs were out at the parade, all the shuttles were on lockdown, and there was no way they were gonna try to get their whole haul out on speeder bike. Their only barely viable option was one shitty clone wars-era ship in the back of the room—an old Nubian Freefall-class bomber, which was obviously only being used for spare parts. Russ and Hes debated for a moment about finding something different (as well as how stupid the plan was, according to Russ), but before they could think of a better option, blaster fire and trooper jargon started coming from the corridor behind them. Suddenly, the Freefall looked like a gift from the heavens.

The two quickly hopped on board, dropping all their loot in the cargo hold the second they walked in. Without taking a moment to decide who should go where, Hes ran to the cockpit, while Russ ran to the rear gunner seat. As he got settled in, however, Russ called out to Hes on the internal com: “Hey, Chaddic? You know how to fly this thing, right?” Confidently as ever, Hes called back, “Nope! Not a kriffin’ clue!” Before Russ could protest or suggest he fly, the engines roared to life and the ship took to the sky.

At first, it looked like they were home free—and then the engines started to stall. Instantly the bomber tumbled from the sky, nosediving right towards the parade. Hes began to flip switches and pull levers wildly, and miraculously, the ship’s engines started again just before they hit the ground. Of course, they then had a new problem—the literal army of Imperial forces marching towards them. A barrage of crimson lasers began raining on the ship, leaving literal bulletholes in the fuselage, and just as Hes got the shields working she called back to Russ: “Yo, Dhaaldgondt! Hit the switch on those detonators and start firin’ back, will ya?”

Just then, Russ remembered he was in the gunner’s seat. He pressed the button on the remote detonator he was carrying and began firing back with everything the ship still had, sending troops flying and vehicles exploding as the stronghold explode into a massive orange-and-black fireball. As he watched the carnage erupt before his eyes, Russ felt something awaken in him. He remembered the faces of the flametroopers torching his home—his family burning alive before him. He remembered the fury he felt as he killed them all—the sadness and anger, all rolled together. Now, he was dishing that back out, to all the white-clad sons ‘a bitches who’d taken everything from him—and it felt good.

On Hes’ end of the internal com, she began to hear Russ laughing maniacally, shouting a string of obscenities at the Empire as a whole. Confused, she looked on the ship’s rear camera, only to see a massive plume of smoke and fire where the Imperial arsenal had once stood. Holy shit, she thought, this guy’s goin’ nuts! She worried about him for a second as she flew, but then she realized—this is exactly what she wanted. As bloodthirsty as his fun was, Russ was having fun—whatever bundle of emotions he was feeling now, sadness sure wasn’t one of ‘em. Hes smiled to herself proudly as she flew out over the jungle, leaving the Empire Day parade in smoldering shambles behind them.

Eventually, Hes and Russ made it back to the Angels’ base, where they were promptly scolded by Truertos. He calmed down a bit when they showed off their haul, of course, but he made sure to let them know he was still mad. Neither of them cared, though—they’d made Empire Day into a victory for the rebels, and they had a blast doin’ it. The two then decided to sit together on the nose of the Freefall—Hes was thinking of calling it the “Lady Lucy”, though she wasn’t certain yet—and watch the sunset, laughing heartily at their hard-won victory.

As they sat, Russ suddenly went quiet before turning to Hes. “Thanks, kid…” he said, “For helpin’ me have some fun,”

Hes laughed. “No problem, man, thanks for goin’ along with my shitty plan,” she, too, went quiet for a moment before speaking again. “If you don’t mind me askin’, Russ…what had you so down in the first place?”

With a heavy sigh, Russ decided to tell her his story. He told her about Zolovau, about his daughters, about their farm…about how it was all taken by the Empire. And all because he couldn’t pay his stupid debts—he lost everything, just because his vegetables weren’t selling well. As Hes listened, she almost started crying, because she knew exactly how that felt. She didn’t feel ready to tell Russ she used to be a Jedi yet, but she did say this: “I know what it feels like to have everything taken away…I’m so sorry, man,”

Russ laughed. “Y’know…maybe it isn’t all bad,” he said, smiling just a little, “I’ve lost what I can never replace, but…I have the feeling I’ve found something new, too,”

Hes smiled back, chuckling ever so slightly. “Me too, big guy…me too.”

#Star Wars OC #My OCs #rekkingcrew #OC Questions #Hes Chaddic #Russoc Dhaalgondt #whoOO BOY that was long #it was super fun to!!!#thanks so much for the ask Rek!!#sorry it took me so long thO #life and stuff

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bishop-legacy · 6 years

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for the mun and muse mem, could we get 7, 15, and 16 for Cira?

Oh thank you so much for asking~~~

Alright, let’s get to it, shall we?

7. If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?

Hmmmmm, let’s see. I think it would probably be standing up for myself and not being a doormat. She’s not afraid to stand up for herself and I just kind of need to learn that, so I guess, that’s something I would borrow.

15. Would you like your muse as a person if you met them in real life?

Honestly, I’m not really sure. On one hand, she’d be a bunch of fun to hang out with and we could draw together, but on the other she finds joy in getting drunk and partying and that’s really not my scene. So its a 50-50 there.

16. In what ways are you better than your muse? In what ways are they better than you?

Well, I hate saying I’m better than Cira, but I’d say I’m probably better than her in the fact that I actually abide by every rule given just to survive. She’s better than me in the fact that she is amazing in subterfuge and infiltration and that’s just something I can’t do.(I’m too anxious to hold a good “in person” conversation)

#thank you so much Rek~#asks #answers #oc:Cira #Cira Frohurst #Frohurst siblings #swtor #my swtor oc #my oc #swtor imperial agent #imperial agent #rekkingcrew

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thehollowprince · 2 years

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so i guess delusional means 'actually pays attention to canon'. hmm, not what it says in my dictionary. these people must use a dictionary that comes from the same alternate universe that their version of teen wolf is from. it's almost fascinating how many people buy into this warped fanon version of the show. so many actually believe that st*rek is canon? that scott is the real villian? it's so wild. thank god for blogs like yours that keep some sanity alive in this fandom!

It is a truly baffling concept, isn't it?

That so much of a fandom bases their entire experience in said fandom on stuff that never happened? Don't misunderstand, I'm all for headcanons and the like, but mine are based on what happened in the show. I could get behind a "Stiles is Jewish" headcanon, because there's nothing in the canon that directly contradicts that. The same with Derek being Native American. The problem with the headcanons that so many focus and fixate on often come at the direct expense of the characters that are already part of a minority.

This branch of fandom never even considers Scott's heritage or want to explore the backstories and possibilities of characters like Deaton or Kira or Mason. They will outright erase character traits in others that offer a more complex look into those characters while simultaneously heaping more and more and more upon characters they like. And usually in doing so they often forget what about the characters made them so interesting and likable to begin with.

One of the big ones they love to throw around is the whole "Scott is a bad friend" or "Scott is abusive", despite nothing in the show even remotely supporting that idea. And so to back up those claims, they'll latch onto a scene (often a single scene) and exaggerate it to death, while simultaneously removing any and all context from it.

They will call Scott a bad friend based solely on the episode Abomination, because he didn't immediately drop everything to go rescue Stiles and Derek from the kanima. They take the fact that Scott was at the Argents house for dinner and will scream to the heavens and back that Scott was ignoring his best friend because he was so obsessed with Allison (the exaggeration) - that he cared more about his romantic life than the life of his friend (and Derek). What they leave out (the context) is that Scott and Allison were having dinner with Gerard - the same man that Scott had witnessed bisect an omega werewolf with a sword. They leave out that once Scott was in the clear, the first thing he did was rush to the high school to save them.

And most importantly, they're so fixated on the danger that Stiles had been rescued from that they ignore the scene that came almost immediately after that.

How many times have you seen any of them reference this scene when they call Scott evil for working with Gerard? How often do you see any of them mention the fact that Gerard threatened to kill Scott's mom? More than once, at that?

The answer is that we don't. When Stiles called Melissa "mom" in season 3B when he was exhausted, they took that and ran with it, add that to the many headcanons they already had about Stiles and Claudia (a lot of whump in those). But when it comes to Scott's relationship with his mother, something we actually saw on screen - how his relationship with her affected him and how he responded to certain situations - suddenly they're Helen Keller reborn.

I can't tell you how many times I've gotten an ask from A certain anonymous asshole talking about Scott's "canon abusive tendencies" solely because of the episode Anchors where Scott shoved Isaac.

Once again, what they completely ignore is the context of that scene, specifically what happened immediately before he threw Isaac.

This episode was immediately after Lunar Ellipse, where Scott, Stiles and Allison all sacrificed themselves to awaken the Nemeton. This was the immediate aftermath, where all three were struggling with the side effects of that ritual - namely Stiles inability to read anything, Allison seeing Kate everywhere and Scott losing control of his ability to shift.

These people will remove all that just to try and make the show fit the narrative they made up in their minds. And when we call that out, not that they have their headcanons but that they're outright lying about what happened on the show, they call us delusional.

Delusional? Just because we point out what actually happened and can provide the episodes and scenes that back it up?

Like you said, clearly we're using different definitions of what that word means.

It's exhausting, sometimes. Dealing with people who have no actual interest in the show they profess to be fans of. Watching them use every horrible racist stereotype you could think of but then proclaim that they're not because (insert repetitive "reason" here)

At the end of the day, their fandom experience is based entirely on their love for the actor and, if we're being honest, said actor's physical appearance.

#teen wolf fandom problems #teen wolf racism #fandom racism #scott mccall defense squad

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shemarmooresfedora · 3 years

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Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

please read A/N at bottom :)

Masterlist

Chapter 31

Spencer knocked on the LaMontagne’s front door.

He heard Jo screaming, “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” on the other side.

He chuckled, opening the door after hearing JJ yell “it’s open” from another room.

Jo bolted towards him and he scooped the little girl up in his arms.

“How excited are you to meet your baby brother and sister?” he grinned.

“This excited!” Jo outreached her arms to the widest they could possibly go.

“Well, they are very excited to meet you too. They are back at the hospital, resting with Mommy,” Spencer smiled.

“Can I come?” Henry asked.

“You’re going to come later Henry with your mom and dad plus the rest of the team,” Spencer explained.

JJ came around the corner, “Yes, Henry. We will go later. We’re going to give them some family time first.”

“Bye guys,” Spencer waved.

“Thank you Auntie JJ for letting me sleep over,” Jo said, “See you later, Henry!”

“Anytime for a kid with such good manners,” JJ smiled.

Spencer set Jo down right in front of the door to your hospital room.

“Okay so we are going to be extra gentle with the twins and Mommy and use our quiet voices,” Spencer reminded Jo.

Jo nodded and Spencer opened the door.

“Hi, Baby J,” you smiled, you were holding Ollie because you just finished breastfeeding him.

“Love, Ophelia is in her bassinet right there if you want to get her,” you told Spencer.

Spencer wasted no time picking Ophelia up because he already missed the babies after just a quick ride to JJ’s. He sat right on the edge of the bed.

Jo crawled into Spencer’s lap so she was right underneath him holding the baby.

“This is Ophelia, Princess. She was born 3 minutes earlier than Ollie,” Spencer rested the baby in her lap so she could hold him with his help.

“Hi, Ophelia,” Jo whispered, leaning down to give the baby a little kiss on the forehead.

“Oh that’s very sweet of you,” you smiled, watching the adorable scene unfold in front of you.

Meanwhile, Spencer was a blubbering mess like his body had gone into cuteness overload. You handed him a kleenex.

Oliver made a soft whine in your arms.

“Jo, I think your brother wants to see you now. You will have plenty of time with the both of them in the future, I promise,” you said.

Jo gently crawled into your lap and you set Ollie down in her lap, “So this is Oliver or Ollie for short.”

“Like the baby elephant in the book?”

“Yes, that was all your idea,” you confirmed.

Jo pressed another soft kiss to Oliver’s forehead.

“I love them a lot,” Jo beamed, switching her focus back and forth between the two babies.

“Daddy and I got you something to wear when the team comes if you want, Baby J,” you motioned to Spencer who grabbed a gift wrapped in dinosaur wrapping paper.

You got Jo a little something because you didn’t want her to feel left out since she was used to having you and Spencer’s full undivided attention but now she was going to have to share it with the twins.

Jo unwrapped the gift, revealing a white shirt with ‘big sis’ written on it in colorful letters.

Jo beamed, “I wanna put it on now please.”

Spencer handed you Ophelia before he helped Jo change into her new shirt. Then, she leaned over the babies in your arms and began blowing raspberries to entertain them. They couldn’t laugh yet but they seemed to be enjoying it. Ollie was staring up at his sister curiously while Ophelia was gurgling happily.

You heard a rapid knocking on the door and it swung open as soon as Spencer said “Come in!”

A flash of glitter and pink letting out an excited squeal sped past him. Penelope was in front of you before you knew it. She was setting two teddy bears with sweater vests and a bouquet of flowers down on your table.

“These are for the babies,” she gestured to the fuzzy bears, “and those are for you,” she pointed to the bouquet.

“Thank you so much,” you smiled, “you can put them in the twins’ bassinets if you want.”

“I don’t get a gift,” Spencer fake pouted.

“How many babies did you push out of your vagina yesterday, Boy Wonder?” Penelope retorted.

“Well technically she had a C-section but point taken,” he grinned, “The babies are the greatest gift I could ever get anyways.”

“Okay, names! I need names to call my godbabies!” she demanded.

“Yes since we have kind of unofficially decided that Jo’s godparents are JJ and Will. You and Derek will be the godparents of the twins,” you smiled, “whose names are…” you looked to Jo.

“That one is Oliver or Ollie. I named him!,” she proudly pointed to the little baby in your arms.

“And this is Ophelia,” Spencer tilted the baby in his arms slightly to give the team a better look at her face.

“Awwww,” the team smiled.

“Okay, everyone will get a chance but we’ll let the godparents get first dibs at holding the twins,” you said, starting to hand Ollie to Penelope.

“Wait!” Spencer exclaimed, “Please use the hand sanitizer first. I don’t know where you people have been,” Spencer joked.

Spencer bought baby-safe hand sanitizer in advance and put it in the hospital bag. He was very insistent on everyone using it to keep the twins healthy.

After everyone passed around the sanitizer, Penelope reached for Ollie once again, “Gimme this little cutie pie.”

Spencer carefully passed Ophelia to Derek.

“Hi, Ollie. I’m going to have a lot of fun spoiling you,” Penelope beamed.

“Derek, are you crying?” Hotch asked.

“No,” Derek adamantly denied, still not breaking his gaze away from Ophelia in his arms, “It’s just allergies.”

“Oh, then I should probably pass Ophelia to Emily so you don’t get her ‘sick’,” Spencer grinned.

“No! Five more minutes,” Derek insisted, “Ophelia, I’m your Uncle Derek. Can you say De-rek?”

“Morgan, she was born 16 hours, 35 minutes, and 53 seconds ago. She is not going to be talking already,” Spencer stated.

“Hey, you never know with your smarty pants genes, Kid.”

“Reid, coincidentally, today marks the end of your year leave from the BAU. I’m going to need an answer by the end of the day if you’re returning or not,” Hotch stated, “We’ll support you either way but I already have a feeling about your answer.”

Spencer made eye contact with you and then he looked at Jo leaning over Ollie in Penelope’s arms and JJ and Emily playing peek-a-boo with Ophelia in Derek’s arms.

“As much as I love you guys, I can’t come back. I think my heart would physically be ripped out of my chest if I had to leave my family for an extended period of time,” Spencer chuckled.

You smiled softly up at him and he grabbed your hand, kissing it softly with all the admiration and love in the world.

A/N: hello my loves! i am asking you for some feedback here (a comment, an ask, whatever you want). i currently have 2 WIP one-shots (one is A/F and one is just pure fluff). would you like me to prioritize chapters of this fic or try to get my WIPs out and only get out like one RF chapter a week? please understand that even if i prioritize RF chapters they will still be on a delayed schedule. thank you so much for your patience and feedback in advance!

taglist: (just ask to be added or removed!): @samuel-de-champagne-problems @g0lden-cth @spencerreid9 @averyhotchner @coldlilheart @k-k0129 @ickleronniekinsemotionalrange @harrystylesandthegoobs @cmily @rem-ariiana

#spencer reid fluff #dad!spencer #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x y/n #spencer x reader #criminal minds #reid x reader #cm fanfic #spencer reid #dr spencer reid

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hxdrostorm · 2 years

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@gwiazdowe has sent: ★ Did you have a mentor or an idol you looked up while training to become a great warrior? (for rek)

Asks for the warriors among us! [Accepting, SPECIFY MUSE]

★ Did you have a mentor or an idol you looked up while training to become a great warrior?

“There were the alphas... ARC troopers. They were our reference, they were our role models. They were the ones who received the most direct training from the template, and as a result, they are the ones who comes the closest to matching his skills. I didn’t get to experience much from Jango in person, but I received extensive training from the alphas.”

“With that said, once the war broke out, and we were sent out of Kamino. I grew to admire others... Cody is the one I’ve always admired the most. I wasn’t exactly meant to lead my legion, I became a captain because of my general’s decision. But I wasn’t supposed to be in charge of the 501st... We had our commander, it was Appo. I was born as a CT, I received the proper CT training but I don’t have the traits that a CC has.”

“That’s why I’m thankful to Cody. He taught me the most essential things on how to properly lead, more than enough for me to secure my men’s lives in the battle field. I admired him so much, and that never went away to a certain degree. He went from being my mentor, to my friend!”

#▸ captain rex | headcanon ◂#▸ captain rex | ic ◂#gwiazdowe #thank you for the ask!#:') cody & rex feels tragic my dude

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ssamie · 3 years

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nine. reki?!

oikawa tooru x fem langa!reader

(hq x sk8 the infinity)

warnings: spelling mistakes, swearing, 2k+ words, u have langa’s blue hair sorry

gen masterlist. “snow” masterlist.

"Y/N I FOUND YOU!" reki exclaimed as he sprinted towards her

"man, you guys sure were fast" he said "i almost lost you guys in the trail" the redhead tripped way too many times as he struggled to avoid the random bushes and twigs sticking from the forest grounds

"Y/N!" reki grinned as he finally came to a halt before her

though she didn't respond and simply blinked as she stared at him wide-eyed as if she was seeing a ghost. "uh- y/n?" reki sweat dropped as he poked her cheek

the redhead then sighed and flicked her right in the forehead, making her yelp and gently cradle the sore spot. "y/n!" he yelled again, this time with a soft laugh of amusement

"reki?!" y/n shrieked out as she finally snapped out of whatever daydream she was in.

reki laughed and pinched her cheeks with his hands, squishing her already heating up face as she gapes up at him in disbelief "took ya long enough" reki mused "did you miss me?" he asked

"y-yeah! i missed you!" she stammered out as she placed her hands on reki's cheeks and lightly pinched them as well. she and reki chuckled, encaging each other in their arms as the boys watch their interaction.

"you did so great! i saw you do your trick again!" reki exclaimed as he shook her shoulders excitedly. "thanks! i also did stuff that you taught me!" she smiled as she let reki shake her up as he pleased

"also how are you here? adam said he didn't invite you" she asked him once he had finally calmed down. reki then scowled and let out a huff "yeah, he didn't. i had to save up for a ticket to fly here with the others" he said

"and some guy tweeted about it so i was able to find the location" he explained as he showed her the said tweet. she grinned and nodded along "im glad you're here reki" she beamed "i really missed you"

"me too" reki chuckled. he then eyes the boys behind her and sheepishly waved. "aren't ya gonna introduce me to your friends?" he mused

y/n perked up and looked back at the boys. "right!" she said. she brought up hanamaki and matsukawa first. "this is hanamaki-san and matsukawa-san. we're in the same year and they're in the volleyball team i mentioned." she said

hanamaki and matsukawa grinned at him and raised their hand to wave "hey, so you're the reki she's always talking about huh?" hanamaki mused

"she talks about me?" reki asked with a smile

y/n spluttered and shook her head "that's not true! i don't talk about you at all!" she rebutted

reki sweat dropped and scratched his head in confusion "oh.. okay then..?"

y/n then shook her head again and paled from the guilt "i mean of course i do! you're my best friend!" she shrieked out "i talk about you all the time, reki!" she rambled

reki sweat dropped and comforting patted her back. "so which one is it, really?" he chuckled as watched her distressed state. "let's.. let's move on.." y/n cleared her throat as she gestured to iwaizumi next.

"this is iwaizumi-san. he's in my class and we're also neighbors." she said. "hey man, nice to meet you" iwaizumi sent him a curt nod, to which reki responded to with a smile

"nice to meet you too, iwaizumi! im reki!" he introduced himself with a wave

as the two conversed, she looked back to find oikawa, only to find him sitting by a curb, looking at the passing cars with a bored look on his face. with a hint of confliction, she reluctantly walked away from reki and towards the brunette.

"oikawa-san?" she called out to him. "yeah?" oikawa replied as he briefly looked back to glance at her "you need something, y/n-chan?" he asked

"um." she muttered "are you okay?" she asked as she crouched down beside him. "yeah, whyd you ask?" oikawa hummed with a faint smile

"no reason.." she muttered as she scooted closer to him. "are you tired? you don't seem as lively as usual." she said

oikawa shrugged and brought his knees up to his chest, "kinda." he said. "aren't you gonna go back to reki?" he asked. he faced her with a smile and chuckled "you were so excited whenever you mentioned him." he mused "so i thought you'd have a more escalating reaction than that"

y/n raised a brow at his indifferent tone and playfully nudged him with her elbow. "you're so weird, oikawa-san. are you jealous or something?" she jokingly asked with a laugh

"ahahaha." oikawa laughed along with a staright face. "yes."

"what?" she blinked with a blank smile as she looked up at him cluelessly. "just kidding!" oikawa exclaimed with a cheeky grin. he ruffled her hair and laughed as she simply looked at him in confusion. "you're so gullible, y/n-chan! but i guess that's what makes you fun" okawa chuckled as he stood up from the ground to stretch his limbs

"cmon, let's go. i wanna meet your friend too, yaknow?" oikawa mused as he held out his hands for her to grab

she smiled and took his hands, pulling herself up as she dragged him over to the redhead. "you'll like him a lot, oikawa-san" she said "reki is nice, i swear!"

"reki!!" she called out with a grin "hey" reki waved back.

he then perked up as he recognised the brunette she was dragging around. "oh, you're that guy from a while ago!" reki exclaimed "i recognised you, haha"

oikawa smiled back and nodded. "yup, that's me.."

"im oikawa tooru. nice to meet you, reki-kun!" oikawa beamed with a charming grin. "you too!" reki grinned as he excitedly shook his hand. "hey, you guys wanna come with us? me and the others wanted to have a late night snack"

"the others?" y/n hummed in confusion "what do you mean? are they-"

"Y/N!" a loud shout was heard

y/n looked behind reki's shoulder and paled as she watched miya propell himself from a random curve and fly through the air towards her direction. "m-miya?! wait! don't jump! you'll hit--" she was cut off by miya's stomach hitting her straight in the face

"YOU SLIME! I TOLD YOU TO WAIT!" miya hissed at reki as he hugged her head with his arms while he wraps his legs around her torso

"hey, if i didn't go ahead, we would've lost them!" reki rebutted with a huff "and get off her! you're not a cat! stop it!" reki exclaimed as he tried to pry him off of her

"you don't know that" miya huffed, "also, back off, slime! we're having a moment." he said as he hugged her even tighter

"you're killing her, rather" cherry chimed in as he watched y/n clawing desperately for miya to let her head go "she's losing air" he sighed as he plucked miya off of her

y/n heaved as she held miya up by the back of his thighs, holding him as you would with a child as she gasped for air. "i've missed you, miya.." she meekly chuckled as she ruffled his hair

miya's face exploded into a concerningly bright shade of red as he huffed. "hmp. miss you too or whatever.." he muttered. "he's so stubborn." reki sweat dropped as he watched miya desperately try to keep his nonchalant façade but obviously failing

"huh? who's this?" miya raised a brow as he looked oikawa up and down "did you find a slime boyfriend while you were gone?!"

oikawa scowled and gave miya a nasty glare "hah? me? a slime?" he scoffed in offense

"who else would i be talking about, slime?" miya taunted him

he then gave him a smug smirk and laughed "well, my bad for that one."he mused "i mean you're a slime, yeah. but you'd never be her boyfriend" he sneered "she's just too good for you"

oikawa scowled once again and glared down at the boy. "who says i can't be her boyfriend?" he sneered

"why? are you?" miya gritted his teeth as he glared at oikawa

"no. but you're definitely not either" oikawa gave him an irked smile "whatever, i won't argue with kids." oikawa mused as he waved him off

miya hissed at him under his breath and reached out to claw at him, only for y/n to stop him by grasping his hands and keeping them in place. "dont argue with people you just met, shittykawa!" iwaizumi scolded the brunette

"he started it!" oikawa rebutted, earning a smack from iwaizumi. "shut up." iwaizumi scowled "be nice. you're embarrassing me."

"anyways, wanna join us?" joe asked as he flexed his arms with a grin "i could go for a drink right now"

"they're underaged!" cherry said as he slapped joe in the head

"well where else are we supposed to go?!" joe exclaimed with a groan "McDonald's?!"

"i want a happy meal.." y/n said as she and miya looked at the toys displayed by the counter

"i want that toy.." miya said as he stared longingly at the cat toy

"i want fries!" reki exclaimed as he faced cherry with an expectant look

cherry raised a brow and glared down at them "why are you looking at me like that?" he asked "im not gonna pay for you." he narrowed his eyes at them

"but we're broke!" reki exclaimed. "you have some pocket money, just use that" shadow said as he ordered himself a burger. "but its too expensive!!" reki whined dramatically as he slumped on the seat

"what're you guys gonna get?" he asked the boys. iwaizumi shrugged "just a drink that's all." he said "we'll share fries!" hanamaki said as he pointed to matsukawa beside him

"i got a happy meal too!" oikawa grinned as he laid the box on the table with a grin, chuckling as y/n and miya 'ooh'ed in amazement

"can we share?" y/n asked with sparkling eyes as she sat down beside the brunette

"are you gonna keep that? im taking it." miya said as he snatched the cat toy and pocketed it with a cat-like smirk

"hey! don't take too much!" oikawa exclaimed as he slapped her hand away "and you! cat boy! paws off my toy!" oikawa hissed as he playfully fought miya

"BACK OFF, SLIME!" miya hissed back

"well, at least they're getting along quite well" joe mused with a laugh. "and those two are having their long awaited reunion" shadow sneered as he nodded towards y/n and reki

y/n smiled as reki rambled to her about the moments she's missed in okinawa. she really couldn't understand anything with how fast he was talking but it was nice to hear his voice.

"you still make those same faces" she muttered

("reki my love🥰🏳️‍🌈... of skateboarding 😝😃💔♀️" do u guys remember that from the dub 😭)

"what? what's wrong with my face?" reki abruptly stopped rambling as he blinked at her with a confused smile. "nothing.." she smiled at him. she turned to miya and whispered, "reki's face always makes weird expressions.." to which miya agreed to with a nod

"eh?! did you just say my face is weird?!" reki shrieked out in offense

"no.. it said your face is.." she trailed off with a sheepish expression "unique." she finished off with a smile "so unique." she praised him with a smile as she petted his hair

"somehow, i feel very judged at the moment" reki sweat dropped

"no no, you're very beautiful!" she beamed at him. "i like your cute expressions"

"awe you think im cute?" reki smiled at her with a faint blush tinting his cheeks

"NO! I TAKE THAT BACK!" she panicked "you're normal." she said

reki sweat dropped and nervously rubbed the back of his neck from the sudden change of heart. "oh.. okay..?" he muttered in confusion

"never mind! reki, you're not normal!" she exclaimed in a state of distress and flusteredness.

"that's even worse!" reki exclaimed with a gasp of shock

"i meant you're perfect and amazing!" she shrieked as she covered her face which was heating up from embarrassment

the rest of the group sweat dropped as they watched the interaction play out. they knew she was bad with flirting but they didn't expect it to be to this extent. "ah, young love" joe chuckled "i was like that once too" he mused

"really?" miya raised a brow at his statement

"no. im not a loser" joe laughed "im a ladies man, girls just come to me, ya know?" he grinned as he flexed his biceps

beside him, cherry grimaced and scrunched his face in distaste. "you're getting too confident, you gorilla." he scoffed "you were like that to me back then." cherry taunted

everyone at the table's eyes widened as they eyed joe suspiciously, whistling under their breaths as they eagerly listen in on the conversation.

"i- that's not-" joe gritted his teeth and groaned in aggravation "i thought you were a girl, okay?!" he defended

"i was so clearly wearing a male uniform like you and everyone else." cherry deadpanned

"its just the hair, i swear!"

"joe.." y/n muttered "it's okay. we accept you." she smiled at him

"yeah. gay rights i guess" miya shrugged as he sipped on his coke

"i- this isn't funny anymore, i get that you wanna joke around-" joe deadpanned

"hey!" reki exclaimed, startling everyone in the table as he points an accusing finger to joe's face. "gender identity is not a joke!" he exclaimed "yeah!!" y/n cheered him on

joe sweat dropped and glared at them with dread. "im leaving you behind so you can stay and rot with your goddamn girlfriend" he said to reki

"and i'm not gay!!"

this is short and idk why gender identity suddenly came up ?? i was writing an essay for it on our health exam a while ago so maybe that's why ?? I'M NOT QUEERBAITING I SWEAR! ALSO THIS WHOLE SHOW IS FRUITY ANYWAYS ??

sorry for the spelling /grammar mistakes if there are any :<

ALSO APPARENTLY JOE LIKED ADAM AND NOT CHERRY?? IS THAT TRUE??

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dq-journal · 3 years

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Terry: Not a Protagonist

If you haven’t guessed, Terry is my favorite. Hush you

Anyway, I tried writing up a post like twice for this but could not seem to find the reference for it. Fair warning its in Japanese, I don’t know if it comes in English sorry (can do a full translation later) Long and short of this, basically Terry was going to be the protagonist of the story of VI and was found too much of an asshole. I think about this a lot Also he kinda looks like Taipon?

To make clear, this was going to be Rek’s design, but it didn’t end up working, and you can see the parts they basically kept and scrapped to make Terry.

「初期設定ではテリーが主人公だったが感情移入しにくいと思いやめた」（堀井氏）「テリーみたいな主人公を最初に描いた」（鳥山氏） The grabbed parts from the interview I wanted basically they say (not a translation) terry would be hard to empathize with as a hero also Toriyama says he drew the hero like Terry here.

This article is really great to read if you get the chance. Otherwise I will translate on request. The Article

its a theory pretty good if you ask me

i don’t think a lot of American fans have seen that part of the interview so I wanted to share it. I think about it much ~

As long as we’re talking about Terry, let me just say. As much as I love him...he was a fucking ugly ass kid.

New art is not as nice looking as the old art on him, not gonna lie

Thank you and have a nice day

#Terry #dragon quest #ドラゴンクエスト #ドラクエ #テリー

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malepresentingleg · 3 years

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is it 2013 again? cause i have a rant about teen wolf coming and i feel 16 y/o.

so due to dome heavy procrastination I've consumed a lot of teen wolf content, i skipped a bunch of episodes and a lot of scenes in the ones i haven't but i still have some Thoughts TM

it's good??? i had a Good Time watching, it was funny but intense and dark and i felt Feelings watching, some of the plotlines were meh (or maybe i just skipped them heh) but a lot were interesting and i loved the characters and their interaction

scott. my sweetheart. my baby. such a cutiepie, such a great protagonist 10/10 i love him and would die for him. he's so pure and cute and his little smile melts my heart. i love how he's fundamentally Human no matter how non human he is. he's a great character all around and i kinda wish they didn't do that shit to him at the end (imma get there) or treated him like he ISN'T the protagonist for such big parts of the shows

people KNOW. Stiles knows from day one, allison finds out soon, his mom finds out in season 2! the sheriff in 3, and they just become part of the gang and can help them with stuff bc they UNDERSTAND. shows like that get really tiring when the teens constantly lie to everyone around them and it was very refreshing. the running gag with the coach ruining things tho was funny and I'm ok with it.

Ok this is mellisa appreciation time. she's SUCH a great, complex and unusual mom-of-hero character. i absolutely love her and her attitude, i love how she's not simply being used as a tool to cause scott pain (just.. sometimes) and their relationship is parenting goals.

also isn't it fucking hilarious how she's a nurse but she just knows everything medical. she's also a surgeon and a mortician and a doctor. ik it's for plot reasons but it funny af.

in general women on the show.. had a lot of potential, i love them, but i hate how they were treated.

allison was all around great imo, her and scott's relationship was built very well and was two sided from the start (unlike... yeah), she has emotions, she's smart and brave, but also human and scared, she kicks ass and, again, exists outside of Scott's GF status (mostly). andddd they killed her. idk if the actress had to/wanted to leave or it was a pure writers decision bc they needed to keep just her father or something, but that would have been ok if not for all the other things

we have 3 main kickass ladies with powers- lydia, kira and malia. lydia spent close to FIVE whole seasons not knowing anything about her abilities/not knowing how to control them. cmon, it gets old. scott masters his powers after a season or two (and had control a lot sooner), parrish finds out what he is like half a season after it becomes relevant etc.

malia- do i need to explain? she was CONSTANTLY struggling controlling her abilities, no matter how badass she supposedly was. and kira oh boy, they did her dirty, didn't they?

kira was such a cute adorable character. i loved her and her little crush on scott and wanting to make friends and being freaked out about relationships, i love her discovering her past and heritage and learning to fight and gaining control and becoming a badass. but. what? they just undid all this? oh no the fox is taking over she has no control no agency of her own she needs to disappear for years now bye :( again, idk if the actress needed to leave but it was so unsatisfying and was insulting to the character. she wasn't even mentioned later a bunch like allison was, just they needed her mom for a plot tool and didn't even acknowledge it was her sword they were breaking. uhm rude?

LET WOMEN HAVE POWERS AND BE AWESOME WITH THEM. and not just minor/bad characters thanks.

i love the concept of a pack on the show and how you don't have to be a werewolf to be a part of it, how scott becomes a true alpha and how he cares about his friends. i kinda feel like in later seasons him being an alpha was more talk than show which like /: meh. like i said, he stopped BEING the main character, just talked about as if he was.

i love how friendship is valued, but i think it could be more.. i mean the scene in the motel, all season 3b, scott and lydia, all the girls with each other.. i love it. too many times tho it "wasn't enough" and only romantic love worked which SUCKS. in 6a i was so happy scott went in to try and remember stiles and the memories hit me right in the heart. then when it "wasn't enough" i was SO pissed and frustrated goddammit. i guess that leads me to the next point-

ships, should i talk about ships? i don't want hate in my asks but oh well it's been a few years maybe there's no fandom to care. I'll start with the end

malia and scott. what. the. fuck. when, out of fucking no where, they had like a lingering look or something i was just "nope. no thanks". and then every scene they had together i had to cover my eyes bc it felt so wrong and bad and awkward. jesus. no build up at ALL, they're like family, i just. ew. no. it felt way too much like "oh we gotta pair off the leftovers" or "the main character can't end up single" well guess what, he fucking can. it was. god. i can't even explain the disgust. when he needed to heal and all she had to do was kiss him ugh. it felt so fake and empty of meaning. i would 100% prefer for it to be stiles (I'll get there) or his mom who snapped him out of it.

melissa and chris, i could get aboard with that. def cute, def weird af since his dead daughter was dating her son but, well.

stiles and lydia is a ship i have conflicting feelings about. i absolutely hate the concept of "the nerd" is in love with the popular girl since freshman year and he's borderline being a creep ("oh but it's stiles! he's a dork and he's harmless" no.), completely obsessed with her and she ignores him but then they end up getting together.. i mean, it sends a bad msg to obsessed boys about how it's worth it in the end, and it makes the whole relationship feel unbalanced from the start, makes her reciprocation feel unatural. BUT, i have to admit the show did kinda make me warm up to this ship by the end, curse them. it was kinda cute. i wish there was more mutualness before it became such an important part in 6a tho.

just gonna put it out there: malia/kira and lydia/allison. i wish we saw more girl on girl interactions in general but the ones we had were very good, great dynamics.

i won't get too much into it but i.. i don't ship st*rek. i understand why they're the biggest ship (two white hot boys that interact with each other, i mean.), and i see the couple of fan service-y moments the show throws at us but just. they don't have my heart, i don't really care about them. not the characters, the characters i absolutely love! (tho this watch i skipped most of season 1 and 2 and 3a and i think that's where derek is the most asshole.. didn't he do really bad things? idr) idk if you want a bad character on the way to redemption with someone you should ship liam and theo who had way better shippy chemistry imo, even tho their ship probably wouldn't be healthy given their dynamic history, huh.

the ship that does owns my heart? scilies. I'm a softy when it comes to best friends to lovers, and their bond and relationship is just. so. pure. don't get me wrong, i love me a good platonic relationship, but there was just one to many homoerotic interactions between them for me not to ship it, hard. (not to be that person but my guess is that if Scott was white it would have been a way bigger ship, but who knows?) i love their love, i love they would do anything for each other, and i feel like there were a bunch of very missed opportunities for them in later seasons :(

so representation. this feels like a show that is trying to be Woke TM but it's not going so well. the main character is supposedly latino but it's never ever addressed. idc about "oh we want a world without prejudice" you can still fucking address it. i mean they went to Mexico a couple of times, stiles keeps saying "Mexican cousin" i mean. god. give us something. did i mention scott was told he'd make a great "nazi youth" ..

and you don't need to be a genius to see the most characters are very white or at least very white passing. and when you don't address their non whiteness they might as well be..

i already mentioned how poorly i feel kira was treated, but also mason, who is a wonderful character, gets no depth? we know nothing about him other than being gay and smart pretty much.

i also spoke about the women already but, they were really really great women characters, but not enough of them, not enough that lasted.

there's not much to talk about disability bc it just wasn't on the show. the only blind character was healed which. /: same with epilepsy and asthma..

i think the show is probably very proud (ha) with their LGBTQ+ rep bc they're like "oh let's make this insignificant couple gay bc hey nbg". examples are lydia's grandma, La Bete and marcel, i think nolan and jiang were exes and then nolan and gabe were a thing? idr if it was explicit. the couple of girls in the tent.. probably a couple more. it's nice, def better than all random couples being straight but that's not satisfying as rep.

Danny was great. i think he and ethan were.. cute? i think he was awesome, i loved danny so much and was very excited to learn he KNOWS at the end of season 3 and was waiting to see him join the pack. instead he fucking disappeared?! wtf. #WhereDidDannyGo

brett was cute rep, especially being bi but i feel like it could go into the insignificant pool which, again, is better than nothing.

mason and corey i just don't have strong feelings about. they were definitely cute and I'm glad they were together, i love mason A Lot. i think this relationship could be explored more, or at least the characters could be explored more to give this relationship more depth.

very interesting how there's no wlw canon couple, not even hinted. just fan servicey hot malia kira dance which /:

not to mention transgenderness. god can you imagine the interesting plotline of transitioning while being a werewolf 0:

i think the rep i was most happy about was ethan and Jackson. even tho i don't think there was build up or clues in the first couple of seasons, I'm happy for the actor who i know was struggling with coming out publicly, and it was very fun and refreshing for the ending. even if we got very few scenes with them the dynamic was 10/10

the biggest problem is obviously stiles. i just don't understand why, if they're so supposedly progressive, they went to that length to queerbait without following through. the whole gag of wanting to be attractive to danny and to gay guys, the whole "aww danny want to have sex with me that's so nice", the whole "do you like guys too?". it's a gag. his alleged bisexuality is the butt of a joke, and it pisses me the fuck off. they don't have to make it a big deal or have him get a bf for it to be official. it wasn't subtle subtext. it was a CHOICE. to put a spotlight on his sexuality but not deliver. -100/10 would not recommend.

also they could talk about his mental health more.

and about Scott's, please and thank you.

and everyone's.

i had some more feelings, like villains changing sides without getting a proper redemption and having no consequences, the wholesomeness of the sherriff and mellisa being each other's kids second parent eichen house (wtf??), and more, but i think i wrote enough for now.

tl;dr- good show with A Lot of problems, will always have a place in my heart bc I'm a nostalgic gal.

#teen wolf #scilies #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #allison argent #kira yukimura #malia hale #lydia martin #rant #fandom #werewolves #I'm sorry i couldn't add a read more thing on mobile but I'll edit it when i get the chance

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buudie · 3 years

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for the salty ask list: 5, 9, 11, and 20 for the teen wolf fandom. thanks, babe. 🥰

5. Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you? i mean, i wouldn't have liked them either way, but the fandom made me hate them with a BURNING rage by making everything about them 24/7: st*rek

9. Most disliked character(s)? Why? okay, this is controversial but... theo. listen, listen, i hate gerard and kate as much as the next gal but we're meant to hate them. theo however??? dude does some of the WORST things we've seen in the entire show and gets the laziest redemption arc i've ever seen??? the only thing that changed in theo's character in s6 is that the show stopped framing him as a villain, and started framing him as one of the good guys. literally nothing else about him changes. i said what i said. also while we're on the subject th*am???? ew??? my boy liam deserves so much more better what the fuck

11. Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why? Hmm... I'm not sure? I don't think so.

20. What is the purest ship in the fandom? allydia is......... so soft. my loves

salty ask list!

#ask game #tw #sara tag 💖

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dai-bendu-conlang · 3 years

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Agisti! Taweju wan fehl ibli ollun naki sedoremak!... Starting with the words I ran into trouble with while constructing that sentence. How do you say 'to ask'? Or 'question'? Is 'ibli ollun' the correct way to combine two adjectives? (I was trying to approximate 'a few', because 'more' isn't on the list yet.) What about other relationals? How do I say 'less', 'inside', 'below', 'between', or 'connected to'? Oh, and how do I say "How do I say [word]"? Qahsreash!!

Hello! Please teach me a few (more) words

Agisti! Taweju paden fehl rek eq navi sedoremak.

few: eq

more: rek

How do you say 'to ask'? Or 'question'?

to ask: biru

to question: verk

Is 'ibli ollun' the correct way to combine two adjectives? (I was trying to approximate 'a few', because 'more' isn't on the list yet.)

This combination of words is almost correct and understandable (and a clever way to convey that!). This is taking an adjective (ollun) and modifying it with a word which acts as an adverb (ibli).

English puts the adverb before the adjective “incredibly (adverb) beautiful (adjective) fish”. Dai Bendu puts the adverb after the adjective so it would be structured as “beautiful incredibly fish”

What about other relationals? How do I say 'less', 'inside', 'below', 'between', or 'connected to'?

less: you would use eq for this as well, or rather it’s comparative form eqtho. “There are less apples” = “There are fewer apples”

inside: chahk

below: vehmiin

between: luzha

connected to: fazmi

and in an expression like “The ship is connected to the planet” You would say “Tamah yor fazmi imolo’al”, meaning you’d put the object into comitative case, which literally translates to “The ship is connected with the ground”

Oh, and how do I say "How do I say [word]"? Qahsreash!!

¿A’ainah foh *insert word* zera?

zera means “how” and a question is structured like a statement (I say *insert word* how) and differentiated by intonation in speech and by the questions marks in writing

Thank you so much for this question! And sorry it took two weeks to answer, the word creation took longer than we thought it would.

#dictionary #asks #gostaks #dai bendu #ask

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a-lil-bi-furious · 3 years

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9, 13, and 24 :)

Thank you so so much for these!! 🥰💕 So sorry for the wait, but I swear the second I looked at these questions I forgot every ship I’ve known ever 😅

9. Most angsty ship?

okay, as I say this I’m positive there are more angsty ships I’m forgetting, but I’m gonna throw it back a bit and say Katniss/Peeta from THG, purely because of the book 3 hijacking which made for some hefty angst!

13. Most shippable character?

100% without a doubt Scott McCall. It helps that Posey just oozes chemistry with everyone, but also it’s just like...canon that every person who comes into contact with Scott develops strong feelings for him. Sometimes it’s the “i must destroy him” type but mostly I’m preeeeetty sure it’s the “oh, so this is love 😍” type. and sometimes it’s both. That boy has excellent foundation for shipping with almost everyone, and I indeed ship him at least a little with almost everyone (adults excluded. though I do sometimes enjoy the future-both-grown-ass-adults flavor of Scerek) ALSO he’s the most poly-shippable character for me, like, this boy has so much lOVE to give to evERYONE ok???

24. Biggest notp?

oof, I’ve got several.😅 I’m having trouble thinking of a notp based solely on merit of the characters/relationship without outside influence? But overall one of my biggest notp’s is st*rek. I’m not a fan of the relationship itself and not okay with the age gap, I have a several issues with the individual characters, but honestly the biggest nail in the coffin is toxic fandom elements (esp. scott hate) that often accompany the ship.

(Send me ship asks!)

#ask games #ty friend <3 #donnas-troia

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millennialzadr · 4 years

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psa on what happened to recapkid

hey guys, feel free to scroll past this if you don't want to read any discourse. i haven't been around much because life has been a bitch lately and I've been exhausted in general, so when i heard about the shitstorm around rek and their departing posts, i seriously leaned towards just ignoring it. but it stayed on my mind, mainly because since i have more than a handful of followers now, I've been getting more hey! let's be friends! messages lately, which is lovely, but I'm feeling inclined to let others know a little bit about what kind of person i am in regards to what i think are important issues, because honestly these days I'm pretty wary of the possibility of becoming friends with people who end up stressing me the hell out. nobody asked for my opinion and idk if anyone cares, i just feel like i want the people who interact with me to know where i stand, and i'm legit just too tired to chime in with a whole heated discussion in my servers. I'm also writing this at 3am so i hope it's coherent.

i didn't like rek's art. it made me uncomfortable. any romantic or sexual art that depicts zim as two feet tall makes me uncomfortable, because in my mind i associate extremely small bodies with children and infants, even in very stylized art. and when i peeked at rek's nsfw account because i was curious, i was really grossed out by the content there.

but i do not think rek deserved to be threatened, stalked, or doxxed. never did they exhibit predatory behavior towards other people, and for as weird as their nsfw got, none of it focused on age, and all of it was private. and while their style alone appeared to infantalize zim, art is and always will be subjective. and just like i said in my last """discourse""" post, i am SO GLAD that more and more people are speaking out against predators and predatory behavior, but at the same time, we have to think carefully about who we target. the second someone attempts to harm someone else is when it's okay to harm them, but people are different, develope different thought processes, and nothing is ever black and white. accusing someone of pedophilia or predation is life ending. being against someone is one thing, criticizing someone is one thing, but death threats and stalking??? i understand MANY antis are minors and very young adults who have yet to understand the impact of the power they have to affect someone's life, but this is serious shit and it is not okay.

my main purpose for saying this is, please don't try to be my friend if you ever wished death on rek, or if you were happy that they were harassed. imo they had some major issues and gross kinks, but they kept their nsfw behind closed doors and were never a threat to anyone.

that's all, thanks for reading, this is as short as i could make it but please don't take my wording as oversimplifying or making overly broad statements, i seriously just don't want to spend more than a short amount of time and energy on this, nor do i want this crap all over my blog.

(and sorry for the lack of fluff lately, i just haven't been feeling very fluffy.)

#discourse #negative #text post #my post #why the fuck cant i add a read more on mobile #zadr discourse

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