#the world’s a scary place. how much will be left of me when everythings truly said and done.

[babacontainsmultitudes]

Great teen talk overall, but honestly I was particularly interested in what Matt had to say about where Lincoln is at right now (and that we might get a better glimpse into this next episode? Which has me both nervous and excited but I'm trying not to think about it *too* much cause I'm already super nervous about how things are gonna pan out for the twins next episode).

It all tracks- Lincoln's increasingly nihilistic view of the world impeding on his ability to feel much of anything but nevertheless caring about how *his friends* are feeling and what they want. Being too deep in a dissociative state to process his own grief (and everything else) but caring that *Normal* is sad and doing what he can to help him.

I think Lincoln is a funny and incredibly fascinating character because if you look at his words, honestly no one can deliver a blow like Lincoln- a trademark of his brutal honesty, and in most stark contrast to Normal's "toxic positivity", neither being inherently better or worse than the other just inverted, and reflective of different values (something something cheerkicks is doomed by the narrative they should kiss etc. etc. not what the post is about). Conversely, if you look at Lincoln's actions (and Lincoln is, at his heart, an action-oriented character), truly nobody is putting their ass on the line for the people around them quite like Linc is. I've stated on several occasions that I believe Lincoln is the most selfless of the teens, and I stand by this, but this is a virtue as much as it as a flaw. It's heroic, to put yourself in a line of fire to save your friend's dad, or impale your leg on a candy cane twice to get an anchor, or hug your friend to show them you care even if it literally winds up killing you- but it also reflects self-preservation instincts that somehow manage to be even weaker than those of the guy who tried to throw himself out of a building thinking that a parachute would save him (god I love Taylor).

Lincoln cares immensely about his friends (despite his growing numbness to the world around him), but dangerously little about himself and what becomes of his own life. As a less dire example, "Apollo Four Teens" acts as a great demonstration of how Lincoln will stretch himself thin for everyone around him until there's nothing left, but forgets in the process to stop and register his own emotions and tend to his own needs. Combine this with Lincoln's perpetual "keep calm and roll with the punches" attitude towards the nonstop bullshit the teens have gone through over the course of the season, including an extensive list of unresolved issues related to Grant (which by now I've outlined fairly thoroughly), and you have a serious recipe for disaster. Characters like Normal and Scary are, relatively speaking, pretty obvious and emotive with respect to their pain, even when they are trying not to be. This is good, since it makes it easier for other characters to recognize that they need help in the first place and try to look out for them (they may not always know how to do so correctly, but the intent is there). Lincoln, in contrast, shuts down and becomes less emotive in response to his own pain (in a manner that is somewhat similar to Darryl, more similar to Glenn, and of course most similar to Grant, but ultimately different from all of them), silently building his walls up higher and higher but being no safer for it. It is partially for this reason that other characters very rarely think to check in on Linc and see how he's doing (Taylor to his credit tried after the titanic episode, but that got interrupted, and Grant does also try but- much like his own dad with him- fails to meet his son halfway in being honest and vulnerable and hence fails to make any progress), leaving him to mostly suffer in silence perhaps without even truly realizing it himself.

I guess the gist of what I'm saying is, Lincoln is in deep water, all of this has been a long time coming, and if nobody does anything about it soon... (Metaphorically-speaking of course-) that boy is going to drown.

#. Also I liked how much they talked about the shade witch (and candlethorp) #dndads #lincoln li wilson #despite how verbose this ended up I'm actually having a lot of trouble wording my thoughts tonight- #but teen talk really got me thinking about my boy so I had to try and get some of it out lol #dungeons and daddies #also posting this at a horrible time but that's not a big deal #baba babbles

[chamomiletealeaf]

Sweet as Pie

Chapter 4

The willow tree was the biggest Simon had ever seen. It's long branches and leaves swayed in the light breeze and he found himself staring at it, admiring it in its grandeur.

"Pretty, i'n it?" You ask him, standing with him in front of the tree.

Not as pretty as you He thought.

"Gorgeous." Simon said, but he meant it more towards you than the tree.

"C'mon, come sit." You urged him along, as you moved the willow's leaves out the way, and you disappeared behind them.

He followed you and sat in the shade of the tree, wrapped and hidden away by the Weeping Willow, facing the lake. It was truly such a calming and beautiful sight. But yet again, Simon just couldn't focus on anything other than you and how your hair reminded him of the branches of the tree, just falling so gracefully and perfectly.

"I sit here a lot when I need somewhere quiet away from the house." You tell him with a smile as you stare at the lake, the both of you sitting against the tree's trunk.

"Y'know, I think there's some kind of magic in this tree." You continue. "No matter what could be goin' on, the world could be endin' and yet this tree will stay it's same, quiet self. And anything hidden behind it's leaves is immune to anything outside of them. It's like... A force field. A safety net. Everything, all the noise and bad things, just get left outside when you walk behind this wall of leaves."

"Feels that way." Simon responded. "You seem to know this place really well. You been here a while?" He asks.

"Been here all my life. House was my auntie's. One day she told me: 'y/n? When I'm dead an' gone this place gon' be yours. Keep it alive for me.' That's why I keep so many plants in it. To keep the life in that house my auntie always had. Treat em' like my babies." You confessed.

"I can see that." Simon joked, referring to not too long ago when he saw you dancing and taking care of them.

You laughed, and surprisingly, so did he.

"So what about you?" You asked, shifting the conversation.

"What is a handsome man like you doin' all the way out here alone?" You teased as you nudged his shoulder, a boldness taking over you.

Handsome? She thinks I'm handsome? Simon thought, and that damned blush he hated made it's way back onto his face for the umpteenth time.

"Military." He answered. "My best friend in my Task Force nearly died by a shot to the temple. I never thought my life meant anything which is why I dedicated it to the military but when I almost lost him, it was a wake up call. I realized I had something to live for, and I knew I shouldn't take life for granted so I wanted to try and do something for myself."

You looked at him with sympathy, listening to him intently.

"So, I bought that house to at least get a breath of air before I take my last. To experience something good for once."

Simon was shocked with how much he let slip out, but for some reason, he felt like he could trust you with his life.

"I'm sorry about your friend. I'm glad he's ok." You comfort him. "That must've been real scary. But I'm glad you're doin' something good for yourself. You deserve it. I'm sure he's happy for you too." You punctuated your sentence with a smile, and Simon smiled back.

You both sat there under the willow tree getting to know each other until the sun was just beginning to set.

"Simon?" You ask him.

"Hm." He answers.

"Would you like to come over for dinner tonight?" You ask softly and hopefully, and Simon's brain short circuits. Were you... actually interested in a man like him? Or maybe you were just being friendly.

"I'd love that." He says.

You smile at him again as you begin to stand up.

"Well, hope you like Shepherd's pie, sugar, cuz' i've been dyin' to bust out the ol' recipe for it." You brush off your cardigan and wrap it around yourself.

Simon stands up and brushed himself off, flattered that you want to cook for him. You were too sweet to him, and he wondered what he ever did in his life or past one to deserve the company of you.

"That sounds lovely." He smiles down at you and the both of you make your way back to your house.

As you two enter your little yellow house, Simon admires how nice it is. He looks at all your well-loved plants and the little trinkets adorning your shelves. He looks at your patterned furniture in the living room and notices a really old looking white wooden rocking chair with the paint peeling off of it in the corner. In it sat a dark green wool knit blanket. It looked so warm and comfortable, and he wondered how it felt compared to his old black and navy blue bedding.

"Well, here it is. This is home." You say proudly, closing the front door behind you two.

"It's lovely." He says, still looking at the blanket and rocking chair.

You notice him staring at it and take note of his curiosity.

"That's aunties old rocking chair. Been in the family for years. She used to sit in it and knit me all kinds of clothes. Now I sit in it and knit too. Made that there blanket myself." You tell him, gesturing to it.

"You made that?" He asks in shock. It was a huge blanket, and it looked so well made. Of course you made something so perfect like that. What couldn't you do?

"Yeah" You beam up at him. "Here." You say, and go to grab it from the rocking chair. You bring it back to him and wrap it around his shoulders.

"There you go hun'. It's yours." You say and wink at him.

He goes to take the blanket off his shoulders in protest.

"Oh no I, I can't take this you must have spent so much time on it."

"Oh please that's nothin', I saw the few boxes you brought into that house of yours, you ain't never gonna find yourself a nice blanket like this one. Trust me." You joke to reassure him as you grab his wrists to stop his movements and you wrap the blanket back around his shoulders.

Did she just, grab my wrists? Simon thought, the action taking him off guard and he felt heat run through his body that wasn't from the blanket.

Fuck stop stop stop don't blush He told to himself, or more to the blood rushing to his face.

"It's your color anyway." You say, taking a step back to look how the dark color brought out the brown of his eyes. Were his eyes always such a pretty, rich, honey color?

"Come on an' sit at the table while I get this started." You tell him, and he secretly liked how assertive you were. You wanted to take care of him, which is something Simon never experienced before. It made his heart melt.

He watched you cook for him and how you hushed him when he offered to help, and he felt a smile creep it's way onto his face. There was something so... intimate about what you were doing for him.

"You sure you don't want me to help?" He asked again.

"Oh hush now with all that, you just sit there and look pretty while I fix this up for you. Excited for you to try it. Haven't made this in forever." You tell him with a smile.

His heart jumped once again at your coddling, calling him pretty this time. God he was gonna have to make a list of all the sweet things you called him to remember them all for the nights he's feeling lonely. Or maybe, you would be there to tell him directly.

You placed a plate of shepherd's pie down in front of Simon and one for you across from him. You then set out two glasses and went to the fridge to take out a pitcher of iced tea. With a mischievous smile, you poured some into both glasses and sat down. Little did Simon know, he was gonna taste the sweetest, most tooth rotting iced tea he's ever gonna have.

"Thank you y/n." Simon said, then took a sip of the iced tea. You brought your own glass to your lips and took a sip as well.

Then Simon placed his glass down with a coughing fit and you let out a cackle.

"Bloody hell what did you put in that?" Simon asked between coughs and you were losing it.

"That right there, is some authentic southern sweet tea baby." You laughed.

"Christ if a bullet doesn't kill me that sure will." He laughed, his coughing subsiding.

"Well do you like it at least?" You ask.

Simon took another sip, preparing himself this time, then nodded after a second.

"Yeah... I could get used to it." He smiled at you, and you smiled back.

"Go on an' eat now, look like you haven't had a thing all day." You said, as you picked up your fork to try your freshly prepared meal.

Simon did the same, and when he took a bite of the Shepherd's pie, he swears he'd never tasted anything better in his life.

"Holy shit." He says with his mouth full.

You look up at him from your plate with wide eyes, hoping he likes it.

"This is the best damn thing I've ever had." He said, taking bite after bite.

You giggle, glad he enjoys it so much.

"Really? Ok good, I was nervous. Haven't made it in a while." You confess with the biggest smile on your face, watching the big man in front of you eat like he hasn't in weeks.

By the time you finish your plate, Simon has already finished two and downed his sweet tea.

"I haven't had a meal like that since before the military." Simon says, leaning back in his char satisfied, wrapping the blanket back around his shoulders.

You finish off the rest of your sweet tea then place the glass down to answer him.

"What? Really?" You ask in shock and horror, wondering why this mountain of a man hasn't been eating the way he's supposed to.

"Oh baby we gotta change that." You say with a laugh.

There it is again. Simon thinks. Baby.

He doesn't know how to react, all the affection he's receiving from you, someone he just met, was more than any affection he's had his entire life.

"Here, lemme help you clean up." Simon offers, standing up and grabbing his plate.

But you stand up too and reach for the plate in his hands.

"Uh-uh, I got it, you're a guest tonight." You say, hands going to take his plate.

Simon pulls it back so you can't grab it.

"No no please, you've done so much for me already. I got it." He says, and you stand there for a second, considering.

"Ok." You say, giving in to his warm, brown puppy eyes he's giving you.

"Just place it right there in the sink." You tell him.

After you two clean up, Simon realizes how late it got. Time with you seemed to fly.

"Well, I better get home now." He says sadly, not wanting to let the night end, but he doesn't want to keep you up taking care of him. "Thank you so much again, y/n." He says, smiling down at you in the kitchen.

"You're welcome, Simon." You say, now smiling up at him.

You two stay there for a few seconds, just smiling at each other, enjoying each other's presence and proximity.

"Here, lemme walk you out." You say, breaking the moment first.

You both walk to the front door together, him trailing behind you and taking note of how cute the sway of your hips is as you walk. You open the door for him and you both look at each other again.

"Goodnight, y/n, I had a good time." Simon says.

"You're welcome, me too." You reply. Then you notice he doesn't have the blanket you gave him. Your eyes widen and you gasp, making Simon's eyebrow rise in concern.

"Oh my god, wait, your blanket!" You say and hurry off to the kitchen where the blanket was draped over the kitchen table's chair and bring it back to him.

"Here you are honey." You say, as you reach up on your toes to place it around his shoulders.

Simon grips the ends of the blanket and tugs it the rest of the way around his shoulders.

"Don't want you to forget that." You smile up at him. "You're gonna sleep real well with that, trust me." You say.

"I'm sure I will. Thank you." He says, smiling back.

"Goodnight Simon." You tell him softly, smile never leaving your face.

"Goodnight y/n." He reciprocates in the same soft tone.

He turns to walk out the door and onto the porch, then looks back at you before turning around to make his way back to his house.

You lean in the doorway, crossing your arms over your chest as you watch him walk away, feeling warm despite the night's brisk air, then you return back into your house when he reaches his own, smiling to yourself for the rest of the night.

Simon makes his way to his room, but not before looking at your house through his kitchen window one last time, watching the lights turn off inside them.

He enters his room and sits on his bed, wrapping the blanket still on his shoulders tighter around himself. He lays down, bringing it up to his nose to take in the scent of your house, trying to etch it into his brain forever.

He gets lost in how warm the blanket is and how it smells so much like you that his eyelids get too heavy before he can change into his night clothes. The thought and smell of you overwhelms his senses in the best way and he finds himself falling asleep to their comfort.

And as he slept, not a single nightmare creeped it's way into his mind. How could they? His mind was already occupied with dreams of you.

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[inhonoredglory]

Hey, I reaaally love all your meta analysis, especially the one on Aziraphale's morality. You truely have a wonderful writing style! And you expressed the feelings I had about the S2 finale I couldn't put into words and had me in tears again. I never really believed in the coffee theory (although a part of me hoped for it since it would be way less painful). But there is one thing I can't wrap my head around. The coffee theory is partly supported by the final scene of Aziraphale in the elevator and his creepy smile. Even when he looks forward to his new position and is convinced he does the right thing, I can't believe he wouldn't smile like that (and Michael Sheen is to talented for it being am accident). He still lost his soulmate Crowley, he still had to give up the life he loved so dearly and we know how much he struggled with that in the first place talking to Metatron. So why this smile, which aside from that, really did not look like him? I fear, that his memories were wiped out in this elevator. But since you have so a great understanding of Aziraphale's character, I would like to know your theories about that? Thanks a lot!!

(In response to my meta on why Aziraphale had to go to Heaven)

Thank you so much for your kind words, @sabotage-on-mercury (truly means the world to me). Honestly, the creepy smile was one part of the ending I couldn't quite put my finger on either, until someone pointed out on a Twitter response to my meta:

The reason why its scary is bc azi is becoming properly angry at the system and is 101% determined to set things right (Source)

In season 1, Aziraphale was determined not to kill anyone to stop the Apocalypse. He wouldn't even tell Crowley where the Antichrist was, because Crowley's only solution was to kill him.

And because Crowley consistently didn't have any ideas ("not one single better idea??"), Aziraphale took it on himself to pursue the only option left––to ask God to intervene and stop both Heaven and Hell from destroying Earth. Therefore, Aziraphale had to keep the integrity of his angel status by distancing himself from Crowley, while the world was still in danger.

Despite this dedication avoid bloodshed, when God didn't have an answer, Aziraphale went against one of his core beliefs to help save the world. He was willing to murder a child.

For Aziraphale, that takes guts. And (seeing how he reacted at the end of the Job minisode), I wonder that if he had killed Adam Young, Aziraphale would have checked himself into Hell.

Going to Heaven for Aziraphale is ultimately a conscious choice, one that he is clearly afraid of. We see him constantly steeling himself again the Metatron in the end, covering his fear and hurt from losing Crowley with a placid smile and a flippant attitude. He's wearing so many masks, to Crowley, to himself, to the Metatron...

All season we've seen him playing roles (detective, magician, doctor, landlord). But the final role is warrior. Going up that elevator, we first see Aziraphale's eyes searching, worried, panicking, but unable to show it because he's not in a safe space. He swallows, blinks, he's breathing hard (you can see his entire shoulders rise and fall).

But as he goes up, his expression steels. He's quite literally putting on a mask (to himself): a vengeful, hardened expression of pure anger and rage (to drown out the fear and uncertainty he so clearly still has).

Michael Sheen conveying contained anger in both Good Omens and Masters of Sex (gif by @julielilac)

Cuz this isn't just him scrambling to kill a kid, this is him walking calmly and knowingly into sacrificing everything he loves most (Crowley, the bookshop, his entire life on earth) to create a world that will always be safe for him and Crowley and humanity for the rest of time. Where he would have to go up against the most powerful angels, the Metatron, and God Themself to change things. He can't be the kind, sweet angel he was on Earth. That won't cut it in Heaven if he wants to make a difference in any real way.

He wanted to do it with Crowley, with the love and support and strength of his demon. But without him, Aziraphale has to channel something else to keep his resolve afloat.

Something he had when he was a warrior, fighting on the front lines of a battle between Heaven and Hell, when he very likely led a platoon into divine fields of bloodshed before the earth was born. When he was an avenging angel.

I haven’t done this since the Great War.

It was a time and an identity he had chosen to leave behind, because it wasn't the kind of angel he was anymore ("I'm not fighting in any war!"). In this context, you can read Aziraphale's passionate unwillingness to take a life (his pacifism) directly into his past experience as a warrior. It is often the veterans of terrible wars who are the most earnest advocates for peace. (And especially in Britain and Europe, where the violence of the world wars is still such a powerful and painful national memory.)

As he goes up the elevator, he's breathing so hard we can hear it mirrored in the soundtrack, and he is so hyperfocused on steeling himself that he doesn't even care that the Metatron is watching him. He doesn't rest until he's psyched himself into that warrior mindset necessary to carry out this mission entirely by himself, to be both the moral advocate and the uncompromising leader of angels who had intimidated him his entire life. To demand respect and to talk to the very face of God and tell Them they are Wrong.

(Please read this Neil-approved meta for further thoughts on God and Aziraphale.)

That creepy smile is clearly not there because Aziraphale is happy to fall into a toxic parent's false love. There's no comfort or wistful nostalgia in that face. There's no "it'll be so much nicer" in that smile. It's not a happy smile. It's an I'm-gonna-fuck-shit-up smile.

Because it's a warrior's smile before they go into battle, before they put on that armor and, for a while, become something they're not in the name of some greater good. He's fucking furious and it's downright frightening.

Because I have no doubt that the angel Aziraphale we get in Season 3 is the angel Aziraphale who can say this:

He's not there yet in the TV show. But this bravery, this anger, this flaming rage is how it starts.

Or as he's described in the book when Aziraphale mysteriously does away with the local mafia:

Just because you’re an angel doesn’t mean you have to be a fool.

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[navybrat817]

Hello Beautiful Navy ❤ I miss the tattoo boys. Always. Seeing as though Halloween is coming up, what do you think their plans would be with their girl? Would they stock up on candy because they secretly love the trick or treaters? Scary movies snuggled up on the couch? I can see the reader carving pumpkins to put outside their shop 😭 Would love to hear your thoughts 😘

Lau! AHH! I love this so much. ❤️ And all of the above!

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers Summary: Bucky and Steve spend Halloween with their best girl. Word Count: Over 860 Warnings: Implied explicit sexual content, fluff, innuendos, very slight feels (it’s me, c’mon), tattooed Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers (they’re warnings, okay?) A/N: I had to do something for our tattoo boys. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Thank you, lovely! Banner created by yours truly, but Bucky and Steve photos were provided by the talented @nix-akimbo ! This AU wouldn’t exist without them. Divider by the wonderful @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

Your boys go all out for Halloween. It's one of their favorite holidays.

Bucky and Steve take a day to decorate the place, inside and out, and make sure to include items you used to set out at your old place. It's your home, too, so you get a final say in everything.

While the boys work on the house, Mandy and Natasha sit out back and help you decorate pumpkins for the shop. The boys were nice enough to take you to a farm not too far away to pick them out. 

You do a mix of carving and painting, making sure everyone has one. You don't want anyone to feel left out. 

You're thrilled with how well they turn out and Mandy shrieks with delight when you make her one, too.

Loki pretends he's unimpressed when you drop everything off at the shop, but he softly thanks you when he thinks no one is looking and puts it on display with the others.

Bucky tells you to close your eyes once you get home, going through the back like they ask, so they can surprise you with their hard work. Steve has a blindfold ready if you need it.

"Thought that was only for the bedroom," you tease.

"Don't tempt us," Bucky winks before you close your eyes, allowing them to each take an arm to lead you inside.

You're in awe as they take you through the place, which is completely transformed.

Each room has a different focal point that somehow comes together as a whole: pumpkins, bats, skulls, witches, vampires. The porch combined everything, along with cobwebs and lights. 

Nothing too scary as they don't want to frighten the kids. Not after a rude neighbor made a sweet, little girl cry a couple of years ago.

Bucky managed to calm her down while Steve went to have a word with the jerk about etiquette.

You take photos and make sure to say how proud you are of how great the place looks. You swear they blush when they say it's nothing.

The last decoration the boys put out are the personalized pumpkins with their names on them, intricately designed like tattoos. They surprise you by getting you one of your own, setting it in the middle.

"You didn't think we'd forget about you, did you, Blossom?"

You thank each of them with a kiss, appreciating how thoughtful they are. It's a gift you can't wait to put out every year.

They practically buy half of the candy aisle for the trick or treaters and have comfortable chairs, blankets, and warm drinks set up for the three of you on the porch. 

You somehow convince them to dress like Mario and Luigi while you dress like Princess Peach. And almost regret it when they say they're keeping the mustaches on later.

Bucky smirks and reminds you that the costumes for Thor's "Day After Halloween" party the next night are a lot more risqué and would scar the kids if you change. Steve laughs and says you're stuck with the staches for the time being. 

"Don't you want a mustache ride?" Bucky asks innocently, dodging you when you try to smack his arm.

"For the love of your tattoos, stop," you beg.

"C'mon, Buck. We know she prefers beard bounces," Steve says just as casually.

"Fucking tattooed bastards."

The two hours of passing out candy fly by and your heart warms as you watch how the boys interact with everyone. They're perfectly at ease as they let the kids tell jokes and are patient when some take their time selecting their treats. 

They even give out a few temporary tattoos, after asking the parents if it's okay. 

If Mandy saw them, she'd make comments again about one of them knocking you up. 

You're almost sad for it to end, but you know you still have a night of cuddles and movies to look forward to. They always end Halloween with at least one film.

Bucky bets you'll only make it through one before you're begging for them. Steve gives you a little more credit and says you'll almost make it to the end of the second.

You don't make it through the opening credits before you're split open and you feel no shame in that as they take turns ruining you. 

Without the fake mustaches, thankfully.

The orgasms relax you as they snuggle on each side of you after. Bucky is sweet enough to feed you a piece of your favorite candy. 

Steve kisses your temple as Bucky nuzzles your neck, thanking you for giving them such a great Halloween.

"The celebration isn't over yet," you say once you can speak again.

"Oh, yeah? You ready for round two, Blossom?" Bucky asks, kissing over your pulse.

"I was thinking about Thor's party tomorrow. I'm sure we can find a spot there to have some fun," you smirk.

Steve laughs as he kisses your temple again. "And you call us menaces."

"Sex all over Thor's place could be a new tradition," Bucky chuckles, the sound warming your insides like they did minutes ago. 

"I learn from the best, boys. Happy Halloween."

I love them so much. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[kimbap-r0ll]

Hi! I congrats on 1600 followers! I wish you more followers and inspiration~ Can I request 👀 for Malleus, Idia, Lilia, Azul and Cater? I'm sorry if it's too much. And maybe little sweet angst for boys? 👀

Hi, thank you for the ask!

Follower Event: Malleus, Idia, Lilia, Azul, Cater with "I've had more of those bad dreams, you were ten feet in front of me. I went running but I couldn't catch"

Malleus

A fae's life is long but a human's is short. It's a reality Malleus had to face when he met you for the first time when you dropped into the ceremony in the first part of the school year. He grew to like you, he wanted to spend time with you forever. But that wouldn't last for eternity, he knew that

One night, he had a dream. It was the first time he had a dream in a long time, and it wasn't pleasant. You were going back home, going back to the place you had originally fell from to come to Twisted Wonderland. While you seemed to be sad, you didn't turn around to look at him while he ran to hug you. But in a flash, you stepped into the mirror and disappeared.

Waking up with cold sweat, he looked outside of his window. Did Malleus really want you that badly? Sure you two were close, but you two weren't dating quite yet. He wasn't sure how to tell you his feelings since he knew he could be scary, but there might not be a lot of time left for him to truly express how he felt about you. He was determined to tell you the next thing in the morning

It was a calm day, he went first thing to Ramshackle to knock on your door. Malleus waited patiently, but no one was coming to answer. Finally, after twenty minutes, Grim came running from the main school direction. "W-what is it?" Malleus asked, a bit surprised that the magic beast wasn't in the dorm. "Y-Y/n *huff* they just found out they're going back!"

For a moment, it felt like there was an earthquake. Malleus looked at Grim with a surprised but disconnected look. "Is that so? Without even a proper goodbye?" He said and started walking towards the school. He couldn't let you leave like that, no, maybe he didn't want you to leave at all. Grim called out to him and said to not do anything bad but Malleus couldn't hear him. Maybe the magic was overflowing in the fae, he wasn't sure. But he wasn't going to let you go

Idia

He had a lot of nightmares, all the time. That was the main reason he didn't like sleeping and instead preferred to spend his nights downing energy drinks and playing video games. But it all changed when you came into his life, for once it seemed like he was at peace

Ortho was the one that had introduced Idia to you. He was reluctant at first since his younger brother said to Idia that you were super cool, and yeah you were! Idia didn't think he was worthy of getting much attention from you, but you opened up to him and let him be vulnerable around you. It was more than he could ask, and he soon found himself head over heels for you

But that would also start the bad dreams about you. It was just Ortho at first, but now it was also you. Monsters dragging you away, him hurting you somehow, or you just leaving him all of a sudden. They happened almost every night that he couldn't stand lying down on his bed.

"What's the matter?" you asked one night when he laid down but refused to sleep. "Ah, it's nothing, don't worry," he mumbled, but you could see right through him. "It's okay, tell me everything you need to, I'll listen." That was all it took for him to suddenly burst into tears. You were too kind, you were almost like the entire world to him. He told you all of this while you hugged him and patted his back

"Idia," you shook your head. "I'm not leaving, I'm not going to leave you. I'll always be with you." Ah, Idia felt it was unfair that he got to be around someone so amazing. You comforted him for the rest of the night, opting to grab a hot drink and cuddle with him

Lilia

Fae's are selfish creatures, it's just that Lilia learned to push that nature of his down. He was much wiser than Malleus so he knew just causing an earthquake wouldn't do much, but when it came to you it seemed like he couldn't contain his emotions.

Lilia would often tease you more than anything. He had no fear of jumpscaring you in the hallways or popping out from the corner with a "hah!" Either way, he liked seeing you flustered but this was mainly to mask his insecurity that you could one day disappear.

Fae live longer than humans. He knew you would one day leave without him. He had a horrible dream like that one night, and he woke up panting. It was a strange nightmare, one that mixed his days as a part of the army and his current life. He couldn't get rid of the image of your corpse in his head

Seeing you the next day so bright and happy made him feel better. "Lilia, you look a bit dazed, are you alright?" You asked, brushing his hair out of his face a bit. "Ah, don't worry about me. Just caught up in some thoughts," he laughed weakly, waving his hand to gesture it was no big deal. But of course this wasn't the case, he was still thinking about that dream he had. He could see you so alive but you could be gone in the next minute, who knows what could happen.

Lilia won't tell you how he feels directly, especially his fear of losing you one day. Thus, he makes a deal with himself that he'll enjoy every minute, every second he's with you. He can't go on regretting his life decisions in the future, right?

Azul

If there was one thing he didn't want to come true, it was a dream he had where he saw you leaving. It was a horrible dream, one where he had broken your trust because of his greed and one where you justifiably left him in his own dark desires. Azul knew your first impression of him was when he overblotted, but he wanted to start anew, and this time with you by his side

He started off awkwardly, with you having to hold the reigns most of the time in the relationship. Outside of dates and treating you out, Azul couldn't do much. He had a hard time telling you how he felt and things like that.

But this would change when he and you were studying together. He let you work on his desk while he slept. You thought you heard a mumble of your name and looked around but Azul wasn't awake. Thinking it was just your imagination, you were ready to go back to your studies but you heard a whimper next.

"Azul?" you looked at him, wondering if he was making those noises. Turns out yes it was him, except he was having a nightmare, one which was about you leaving. Azul was starting to cry, causing you to worry and try to wake him up from whatever torment he was going through. "Azul, Azul I'm here, it's okay."

Those words seemed to echo in the back of his mind. It slowly woke him up but he was crying a lot. He realized you saw him in his vulnerable state and was about to kick you out of the room but all he could do was reach out his arms and hug you. Holding him tighter, you told him it was all okay while stroking his hair, trying to comfort him

Cater

If there's one thing Cater regrets, it's letting himself take a bunch of photos with you. It wasn't that it was bad photos, but more that the memories of you would hurt him even more. You had left Twisted Wonderland only a few days ago, and all he had left of you were pictures

He had a dream one day, one that was about you leaving for your world. It was selfish of him to want you to stay, especially because you didn't even originate in Twisted Wonderland. But you were also the only person that looked at him for who he was. You let him be vulnerable, you didn't care if he wasn't always a bubbly photogenic student

Grim was the first one to tell him that you were leaving, but by the time he got there you were already going through the mirror, it was heartbreaking that all he could see was your back. "Y/n!" he shouted, wanting to say goodbye one more time, reaching out as he ran.

You turned around, realizing it was Cater and trying to stop the mirror from pulling you in. Maybe it could give you some time to say goodbye. But it kept pulling you in, and you had to fight the current that was taking you away from the person that you couldn't find the courage to say goodbye to. Cater and you took each other's hands and said your goodbyes, promising to meet each other again soon. However, it was only a minute long before you were gone

Cater stood there, silent and arms still outstretched. He wasn't sure how to act, it was also the first time Ace and Deuce had seen him so serious. Trey was about to ask Cater if he was alright, but Cater just gave him a sad smile and said "well, good things don't last forever, right?"

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slipping through my fingers

Obi-Wan Kenobi x platonic!padawan!reader

summary: obi wan has to let go of his padawan as you grows up and out of his protection and teachings || warnings: i cried writing this, mentions of death || word count: 623 || masterlist

Obi-Wan can't help but to feel guilty as he watches his padawan interact with the other Jedi knights. He can't shake the feeling that he's letting her go out into the world woefully unprepared. You've changed so much from the young girl he first met.

He supposes these are the fears all parents feel as their child grows up. Because that's what you are to him. He raised you since you were a child to the adult you are now. You were his child, in everything but blood.

He’s watched other masters let go of their padawans and move on with life. But he wonders how they can move on without glancing back at the person they’re leaving behind. Do they not feel guilty about taking new padawans? Or are they desensitised to the whole system? Maybe the first is always the hardest, maybe it’s the first that sticks with you, maybe the sudden ache in his heart will ease when you smile.

“Are you alright Master?”

He’s been lost in thought for a while, longer than usual. Obi-Wan simply nods, taking in the time he has with you know and fondly remembering everything you had done together. These moments will not happen again, nothing ever will. Life is made of fleeting moments you don’t truly appreciate until they’re over. But you must hold tightly to those moments and cherish them so they don’t go forgotten.

It’s a duty as a parent, or pseudo-parent, to come to a stop and let their children continue on their own. It’s scary. It’s terrifying actually, but all birds leave the nest, all seeds float away in the wind.

“Are you sure Master?”

Obi-Wan placed a hand on our shoulder, “You’ve grown up so fast.”

“Master-“ Words fail you. “I’ll never be too grown up for your teachings.”

“I’m very proud of you.”

You pull him into a hug, burying your face in his chest. “I can’t cry. Don’t make me cry.”

He chuckles, sounding slightly watery.

Becoming a Jedi Knight was very important to you. It had been what you were working toward for most of your life. Somewhere along the way, you realised that being a knight meant leaving the safety net you had relied on most of your life. Obi-Wan Kenobi was your safety net.

At one point, you would be away from him for the longest time, be the furthest away from him you had ever been and see him for the final time.

It was nice to be grown but there was something to be said for youth. There was no shame in not wanting to grow up but we all do it, we all move on. A new chapter begins because the previous one ended.

Time would separate you and your Master but he would always be your master. Eventually, death would call for him and you would be left without a source of advice and comfort. Death was such a small word for a big thing. But death is only the end if you assume the story is about you.

Your story would not end at your death, the same way Obi-Wan’s story did not end at his. His story did not end because of you, his padawan, his child. Your story would not end for the same reason. Everything Obi-Wan taught you, you taught to your padawan. The chain continues on and stretches back as long as time goes on.

You could trace teachings through time, from master to padawan, as padawan becomes master and teaches a new generation.

Every Jedi carries the legacy of a hundred others on their back.

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture and save it from the funny tricks of time.

Boy, oh, boy. I’m looking at future uni destinations right now and this song hits hard. I’m sobbing into my pillow at 1am after finishing writing this

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Azriel x demon!Reader | The Dungeon

type: smut (fluff at the end) warning(s): explicit descriptions, rough sex, shadowplay, vulgar language word count: 2.3k words

request: sure, my wicked mind won't leave me alone. Could you write (if you want), one where the reader is part demon maybe? but there is a "beast" form that she is afraid of being scary and that Azriel don't like her anymore, but one night Az asks them to have an intimate night with reader in her real form ? something certainly lewd and fluff. English is not my first language so forgive the mistakes 😅 and thank you 🌺❤️‍🔥

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Azriel’s eyes are trained on your sweat slicked skin, how your hands are bound together, chained to the ceiling. Teeth bared, you growl lowly, eyes aglow. Once a full moon this would happen and Azriel wanted to finally see it. He wants to be with you, wants to be there for you.

You have been mate’s for a while now, but not once did you reveal your real —your beast— form to the shadowsinger. But Azriel wants to change that—your are his mate, he wants to truly know all of you.

Icy cold power stretches out like dark cloud, crawling under the spymaster’s skin when you growl again, your eyes trained on him. They glow vividly, burning flames dancing in them.

Azriel feels everything but cold. His blood is running hot, his skin prickling, grazed in a thin film of sweat. He wants to feel your icy skin on his warm membrane. He wants to feel your touch all over his body. He needs to feel you touch all over his body.

You have been afraid that it would scare Azriel, that he would no longer like you after seeing you in this form, but gods, it did the exact opposite to our shadowsinger.

Some primal, animalistic part of him gets him quite aroused at the sight of you, the danger, the lethality glowing in your eyes. He knows what, in this form, you could be capable of. And he wants all of it. He wanted to experience it all. The danger, the rawness, the power. He wants to have a taste of it all, he wants to become subject of it.

One hand moving over his crotch, his skin feeling so tight, his cock throbs at the sight of your disheveled figure. He knows that every rational part of his mind has left, finding that sight so terribly arousing. But he also knows of the so called heat, the desire and arousal you emit during that phase. Maybe it is your lust that reaches him through the bond and gets him so worked up.

You want him just as much as he wants you, but could he truly let this happen? Could you let this happen? Could you allow this? 

An escapee of the prison. A demon locked away centuries ago. Caught by no other than the shadowsinger himself. That is what you are. So could the restraints really be removed from you?

Over the months that you were living in his dungeon in the Hewn City you and Azriel got to know each other, grew closer, found yourself yearning for the other until one day the bond snapped in place. Neither of you could believe it. It seemed like an atrocity–everyone apart from you two had been shocked. 

Azriel is the High Lord’s spymaster. You are a creature with no other purpose than bringing pain and violence to this world. You thought there would never be a life in freedom for you and if Azriel would allow his deepest desires to reach the surface, if he would allow himself to claim you, he would not only betray his own morals but also his dear friend, his brother, the High Lord. Rhysand ordered that you either would be locked up again in the Prison or that you would otherwise be taken care of—killed in other words. Someone like you could not be trusted, you were thought to be cruel, vicious, lethal. It that is what people say about you. You were never given a chance in life. From the moment on that you were born your fate was doomed. Azriel, once there was no denying that the two of you were mates, convinced his brother to allow you freedom, to let him be with you. And he allowed it, you became a citizen of the Night Court, living amongst the others. You were finally given a chance. Rhysand gave you a chance. And most importantly Azriel did. 

Only once a month you would go back to a prison, a different kind of prison. Azriel’s dungeon for the really, really bad kind of fae. His torture chamber was the only room that could hold your power in, that could hold you in. 

Where shackles of magic bound you, you had found a place to let your true self show. 

In the past you were always alone in here until Azriel said he wanted this to end. He wants to be with you during this phase, knowing how agonising and exhausting it is for you. He is you mate, he needs to be there for you every step of your love. For better, for worse. 

Azriel leans back in his chair and crosses his ankle over his knee. “It is midnight,” he breathes. You rattle on the chain, groaning, your toes curling on the ground. His voice, the deep tenor reverberating through your whole body, is your undoing. It fuels some primal need inside of you, that makes wet heat flood your body.

During a full moon you are so sensitive, so full of need for your mate. Also the days around full moon, like the previous night where Azriel has taken you five times and you still felt a throbbing need between your thighs in the morning. 

You rub your thighs together, the memories flooding you, making your skin feel tight and hot. But gods, your body is actually icy cold, the demon inside of you reaching the surface. Black has replaced your eye colour, damp strands of hair clutch to your face, the same with your thin night gown that is drenched in sweat. But for Azriel you still are the most beautiful female in this world. Breathtaking and stunning.

You rattle the restraints once again, growling and snapping your gaze into his direction. He looks delicious–stunning, cruel beauty. 

The shadowsinger's pupils are dilated when he looks at you with a heavy-lidded gaze, long lashes drawing shadows to his flushed cheeks. Azriel must have felt hot as well, you thought, as a thin film of sweat has built up on his forehead, his nose, his neck. Gods, his neck! You want to taste his neck, lick over it, bit into it while he moves inside of you. While his proud cock stretches you out, ruts into you, makes you come. It is torture having to look at him without being able to touch him. Without him touching you.

“Need you,” you groan through gritted teeth and squeeze your eyes shut. “Need you in me. On me. Please touch me.” Azriel breathes a laugh, a smirk appearing on his face. His hand moves over his crotch when his shadows slowly scattered towards you. Almost like a cat’s tail they curl around your calves, slowly gliding up and leaving heat in every place they touch.

You eyes closed, your head falls back when two of his shadows brushed up your torso, smoothing over the pebbled hardness. The slip, damp with sweat, clutches to your skin and leaves absolutely nothing to imagination. Azriel groans low in his throat, his shadows at the ready but waiting for their command. 

“Say please,” Azriel coos.

“Please,” you breathe through gritted tears. His shadows shove your night gown down, curling around your nipples, rolling, teasing and tugging just like their owner likes to do. Two other shadows slide inside your undergarments and part your hot and damp flesh, moving inside, making your growl in pure bliss. 

The stimulation was perfect, intense and overwhelming.

Azriel loves the sight that is presented to him, your hands chained to the ceiling, his shadows bringing you pleasure, your hips rocking, lips parted. A lewd sound leaves your

Gods, it truly was a sight for sore eyes. Azriel adjusted himself in his pants, his cock throbbing and aching behind his tight pants. The shadows move in and out of you, just like your mate’s scarred fingers. Azriel is not touching you, but then he is. HIs hand toys with the laces of his pants, his head tipped back slightly, lips parted, eyelids heavy. He was not going to make you come with his shadows, just play with you, tease you, prepare you for him. 

Azriel shoves his pants down his legs, sitting now fully nude and in a sprawl in front of. It…does things to you and fuels your need even more.

A feeling of amusement, almost arrogance, fills the shadowsinger at the sight of you. He knows how much you need him and he loves it. He loves the feeling of lust that reaches him through the bond. 

And then….it was enough of the teasing. The shadowsinger decides to take matters into his own hands. He stands, moving over to you in a fluid movement. His shadows depart, skittering away from you and leaving you aching for some more touching. 

Azriel’s hands fall to your hips, mouth mere inches form your face. Desire stretches out. But Azriel turns you around so your back his to his front. He is hard and ready, pressing against your back.

“Want me to take care of that throbbing need?” Azriel groans against your ear, his hands sliding to your front.

You grit your teeth, arching your back so your ass rubs against your mate's front. A shudder courses through the shadowsinger, his hips thrusting forward. “Yes,” you say when he fists your slip and rips it into two halves, your undergarment following immediately. “Better.”

Still chained to the ceiling, Azriel adjust you so you are flush to his body, his hard length pressing against your core.

Your bodies come together when he pushes forward, holding you at your hips, one hand moving up to curl around your throat. You moan, your head leaning against his shoulder, his sculptured, solid chest pressing against your back. It is the raw and primal lust that fills this moment–not once had either of you felt such want, such desire, such need. 

A loud growl leaves you, followed by a lewd scream when your mate thrusts his hips against yours and slides in to the hilt. His fingers curl tighter around your throat, squeezing. 

“That‘s what you wanted, huh?“ Azriel pants against the back of your neck, his proud length stretching you out, making your walls clench around him. The two of you move against the wall, the shadowsinger steadying himself on you. The cool brick wall presses against your front, your cheek, while Azriel ruts into you, his pace soon turning fast, relentless almost. And then he fucks. Just like you wanted him to. 

A feeling of light-headedness overcomes you when flecks of black and white spark in your vision. His fingers press into the sides of your throat, hips thrusting against your ass. He has never taken you so hard and you know this even thought you have half-entered a state of oblivion already. But it is exactly what you needed, how you needed to be taken care of in that state. Azriel knew this, understood it and now takes care of you in just the right way. 

Rocking against him, deep, primal groans leave the shadowsinger, accompanied by growls of pleasure that have your toes curling and your walls clenching tighter. 

When the heat finally cools and after having been pressed against the wall for quite some time you breathlessly fall into bed–you don't remember much, it has all become a blur or need, of desire, of pleasure, of damp skin moving against damp skin, of feeling Azriel's cock so deep inside of you, of the press of his body against yours. 

Azriel wraps you in his arms, in his wings, cradling you tightly to his chest. His scarred hand brushes over your damp hair when you curl your leg over his waist. “It did not scare you?” you silently ask, voice barely above a whisper. You cannot meet his gaze, afraid that his eyes might say more than his mouth does. Azriel gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze, inhaling deeply. "There was not one moment where I was scared. It was definitely something new, something different. But there was not a single moment where I felt intimated or in the slightest bit scared. It is who you are and I know that you would never hurt me." Azriel kisses the top of your head. "And I couldn't be more thankful that you showed me this side of you. That you showed me this vulnerable part of your life.”

Your heart swells at his words, at the lush feeling reaching your through the bond. He meant what he said. He truly loves you no matter your dark side. He is not afraid either. A single tear falls to his skin and you kiss his peck. 

“I love you, Azriel,” you mumble into his soft and in a thin film of sweat covered skin. “More than anything in this world.” “I love you with my whole heart, Y/N. And you have to know one thing for sure—“ Azriel grabs the  back of your head, tilting it back so that you look straight into his eyes, “you will never have to spend a full moon alone. From now on until the very last day of our immortal lives will I be with you on a full moon. We will always be down here and I will take care of you, my love.”

You move a hand over your mouth, a silent sob leaving you when tears brim your eyes. You want to scream it from the rooftop how much you love this male, how important he is, how much he values you, how much you value him. 

“You are so perfect. The way you are. And I couldn’t love you anymore. I will never be scared of you. I will always be in complete and utter admiration of you, my love.”

A tear rolls out of your eye, your heart swelling, heart beating rapidly against your ribs.

“And before you say you don't deserve this,” Azriel says, the corner of his mouth tipping up, “you do. You deserve all of it. All the love you can get. You had to live without it for so long. So I will spend the rest of my life worshipping and loving you as much as you deserve to be loved and worshipped."

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Buddy Daddies Episode 10 - Sub vs Dub Comparison

I’m a bit late on this comparison, since there was so much to talk about in Episode 12! But, I have an hour or so before I’m going to head over to my friends’ place and help them with some inventory, so let’s dive into this!

This is a bit of downer episode, so let’s start with a part of the sub and dub that is a bit funny:

In the sub, Kazuki says to Rei: “There’s nothing worse than having someone else mess around in your kitchen!” Rei’s response in the sub is: “That’s the issue?”

In the dub, Kazuki says to Rei: “What would you know about the indignity of some stranger messing around in your kitchen!?” Dub Rei’s response is: “Actually...”

Because, you know, Kazuki was basically a stranger at one point who used Rei’s kitchen, and is still using Rei’s kitchen, lol.

In the dub, they make it absolutely clear that Misaki’s cancer spread to her throat. 

The dub translation also makes no mention of Misaki going back to her parents, instead the translation it goes with is, “I’m moving back home to get what’s left of my life together.”

The Japanese uses 自家 (jika), which means “one’s own house.” In Episode 11, when Rei talks about returning to his father and the Suwa Manor, he uses the term 内 (uchi), which means “one’s home, one’s family.” But, Misaki’s phrase is specifically talking about one’s own house, so it is a bit different. It also makes whether Miri actually has grandparents or not a bit more ambiguous. I would say it would make more sense that she probably doesn’t. 

One dub translation I don’t care much for is how they changed Misaki’s line from: “If you consider yourselves her parents as well,” to “If you truly care for her,” in the Japanese, she specifically calls them 親 (oya) or parents, so I don’t like how the dub kinda took that away from Kazuki and Rei here. 

Though, perhaps it can be viewed from the perspective of Episode 10 Kazuki and Rei are still, not necessarily pretending, but there is that element of “fostering” still, right. It isn’t “the real deal - 100%” until the end of Episode 11 when they choose to leave the underworld behind. Because, in a way, Kazuki and Rei kind of chose to remain in the underworld in this moment, even though they could have told Misaki, “We’ll be leaving that world behind,” etc. 

But, of course, they weren’t emotionally ready or there at that point yet in their development. And Miri still had other, seemingly safer, options at that time.

Two cute comedic bits that I feel land better in the dub:

When they arrive at Marino City, in the sub, Miri says, “Hey, Hey! Tell me what it is!” In the dub, she says, “We’re really here! Where are we?”  lol It was delivered so well and is very on-point for something a kid would say.

Also, also! 

When Kazuki is like, “Let’s rock this place!” in the sub, both Rei and Miri put their hands up in the air give an sound of affirmation, which gets translated into “Yeah!” In the dub, they have Kazuki ask, “Who’s ready to have some fun? I am!” 

Miri and Rei respond with, “Meee.” It’s just really cute and funny to hear Rei’s VA deliver that “Meee.” He drags it out and everything, lol.

They kept the meanie to weenie translation in the dub, which makes perfect sense.

Sub: You think we took her mother’s happiness?

Dub: Are we taking away her mother’s last shot at happiness?

The sub frames the taking away of happiness as something Kazuki and Rei did, by taking in Miri when her mother was at her lowest point. Meanwhile, the dub is framing it as Kazuki and Rei taking away her mother’s happiness now, after she has shown a desire to change and has started working on getting her life together. That’s a very different thing. Though, the dubs use of last shot, is very dark humor or harsher in hindsight (I think that’s what the trope is called). 

Inside the Ferris wheel, Rei asks Miri, “It’s not scary?” while the dub has him ask, “You having fun?” This change was very deliberate and due to the way that a question like “It’s not scary?” would be answered in Japanese vs. English. 

In Japanese, Miri nodded her head “Yes,” to confirm that it was not scary. But in English, we would nod our head no, to confirm that it is, in fact, not scary. In the sub, they have Miri answer no, but the animation has her nod her head yes. This kind of mismatch is okay enough to have in subtitles, but when it is actually spoken, it would look extremely off. So they had to rework the question completely to make Miri’s answer fit Rei’s question.

Instead of having Rei finish Kazuki’s line when it came to seeing things through to the end, specifically, “Don’t get involved if you can’t see it through...” The dub has Kazuki say the whole spiel, and Rei say back in response, “How are you still saying that crap at this point?” I feel that line is much more in-line with the energy that Rei brings to his conversation with Kazuki in Episode 11, though him finishing Kazuki’s sentence is more accurate to the actual Japanese, iirc. This could have been a situation where they needed Kazuki to say everyting in order for lip flaps and timing to work out right though.

Lastly, we have Kazuki’s “Normal happiness,” line. In the dub, they make it a bit clearer by having him say, “Still time for her to have a normal life.” In the sub, they just have Kazuki say “normal happiness,” and with him going on to talk about things like “getting into fights and singing songs,” etc. the implication is he is talking about Miri having a normal happiness, not them. But, in English, we tend to speak more specifically, so they made it clearer in this part that Kazuki was specifically talking about how there was still time for Miri to have a normal life, which means “normal happiness.”

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Okay, wow! I finished this post right on time, lol. I gotta head out now. But feel free to add your own thoughts to this as well! :D

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Do you have any like actual tips for pro-socials who have antisocial loved ones, like friends or partners? So many sites are like “dealing with a [x]? Here’s ten ways to handle it!” and then it details abusive tactics (which is blatantly stupid, IMO, pwaspd/npd already expect the world to do this to them so idk where they’re getting the idea that pwaspd/npd wouldn’t expect this behavior because their upbringing TRAINED them to expect this behavior but hey, nobody said ableists actually knew what the fuck they were talking about).

I personally struggle with an aspd trait here or there alongside a bigger bpd/npd comorbidity so I get the pathological aspect of this disorder but truly, it is hard to like. believe them when they say they care or whatever because even though I know, mentally, that the bare minimum is pretty much their way of trying to care when they don’t get anything out of it like I do, a small part of me wishes for the mask back where I got the effort and adoration I used to. It sucks but I also don’t think pwaspd should also be left behind in society just because their relational instincts got fucked up before they had a chance.

Idk. I feel like there’s a lot of ableism that people without aspd need to unpack (myself included) but it’s also like, what do you do when someone quite literally admits to manipulating you (in an effort to hold themselves accountable) and frequently lies to make their lives easier? Like I get it Mentally and I can pinpoint why their actions Are them trying to care and show care, especially if they actually do care and well, aspd innit? but the mental understanding is one thing and the craving for the emotional connection with them is another.

I hope this is cohesive and I hope I’m not imposing or being an ableist dick or anything, I just. Don’t think it’s fair to hold the disorder against them and a grand majority of people who think “HOLD THEM ACCOUNTABLE” about mental illness advocacy is almost always punitive and withholding and expecting an exorbitant amount of groveling or self-flagellation on part of those with “scary” disorders and idk how to approach this with sensitivity and nuance that it deserves and requires.

Ok, so first part of your question asked for tips for prosocials who have antisocial loved ones. Here I go into how to support someone with ASPD (suspected or diagnosed).

Following the tips further down in this post can avoid conflict as well as help you communicate in ways that are effective to pwASPD.

As for dealing with someone telling you they are manipulating you, try and remember that much of the socially acceptable (and even some mandatory behaviors) are manipulation. Manipulation is just trying to affect someone's feelings, thoughts, or actions, or trying to change the end result of a situation. This includes flirting, job interviews, college applications/essays, pay raise negotiations, court proceedings (on the part of everyone in that room except the judge and jury), etc etc etc. If you have ever apologized with the hope or expectation that you will be forgiven, you have manipulated for your own gain. If you've ever bought someone dinner before asking them a favor, you have manipulated someone. One of the most romantic things someone can do - an elaborate proposal where you take them on a lovely date to their favorite places and make them feel special and then list all of your favorite things about the person before asking them to be with you forever is MASSIVE manipulation. It's just not malicious manipulation. Have you ever tried to convince someone to get out of an abusive relationship? That's manipulation for the purpose of sabotaging a relationship because you believe it is what is best for another person, even at the expense of what they think about it and what they want. Does that make it wrong? Of course not. There is such a thing as being manipulative in neutral and/or positive ways - society just doesn't like calling all of that stuff manipulation because the word manipulation has been given a nasty connotation.

As for the lying, though, if they are lying to *you* consistently and not making effort to change despite communication about it (including reassurance that you will allow them to explain themselves fully without interrupting and do your best to remain calm even after that no matter what they tell you - people with ASPD need that if you expect us to give up a coping mechanism as big as lying in a close, vulnerable relationship/friendship that we don't want to lose), that is a problem. It is not acceptable for them to lie to you. You are entirely in your right to make boundaries and separate yourself if they can't be honest with you, especially about big/important things, but honestly about anything. If they're lying to other people in a way that doesn't affect you, though, why is that a problem? They are dealing with their symptoms and making certain they are doing so in a way that doesn't harm you. That is very difficult for someone with ASPD, as it would be for anyone with any personality disorder, and that effort should be respected and appreciated.

Also who *doesn't* do things to make their lives easier? If you were being asked by a creep at a bar for your number, would you give it to them? Would you maybe lie about having a partner or give them a fake number or say you had to go for a pretend emergency to get out? Yes, those lies are for your perceived safety because that situation could be dangerous, but for pwASPD (people with ASPD), every interaction with other people has as much potential for danger as the situation I described. It is understandable to not be used to seeing things that way, but that was our life during vital stages of development and there are things we had to do to adapt to that reality. ASPD literally changes how your brain is wired, so there is only so much that you can expect us to change, and one thing you cannot expect from most of us is to get rid of that belief that we are in danger. Trying to only really makes us see *you* as a danger trying to get our guard down so you can hurt us.

I also don't think "the bare minimum" is a fair way to describe the way pwASPD show love. It not being what you're used to is not the same as it being the bare minimum. It takes an exceptional amount of work on the part of someone with ASPD to try to understand, accommodate, communicate with, and avoid hurting prosocials what with all the extra effort that requires for us. We literally work more than a prosocial does to be "extra" in a relationship just to manage what you call the bare minimum. What is caring about someone if not inconveniencing yourself purely for the sake of understanding them and making them happy? What is love if not effort?

I do understand wishing for the mask to come back, but as someone who has disorders you mentioned in your ask, I'm hoping you understand why asking them to do that would be unfair, unrealistic, and ableist. However, it is none of those things to privately miss that time, and it sounds to me like you're doing the latter which is in no way problematic in my opinion.

There are ways to ask for some of their previous behavior and treatment back without asking them to mask again, if it's things that aren't symptoms of ASPD themselves. For example, if they initiated hangouts/dates more often before, it's completely reasonable to ask them to do that again. If they no longer are expressing interest in your emotions, you can address that concern. Things like that don't have to be asking them to mask - it can just be asking them to do some things within your love language. That's not unreasonable if you're being kind, communicating with them, and making sure your requests are made within reasonable expectations with their symptoms.

You're allowed to have needs and most pwASPD will respect you much more if you can effectively communicate exactly what they are, rather than a generic "I don't feel like you care about me as much anymore" or expecting us to read social cues we aren't wired to understand/look for. I have given (and stick by!) more than one pwASPD the advice to not engage with guessing games and make boundaries expecting their partners to communicate in a way they can understand easily - and thus to not adjust behavior unless they have been told that it is causing harm unless it is *blatantly obvious*. When I say that, I don't mean obvious to prosocials; I mean things like physical or sexual abuse. Even raised voices are pretty normal to plenty of pwASPD, to the point where it isn't obvious that that would scare or hurt someone.

However, if no amount of simple behavioral changes or verbal reassurance can convince you that someone with ASPD cares about you without them basically not having the disorder or letting you cherrypick allowed symptoms, then I feasibly see two choices for you. This isn't me trying to be a jerk, just being objective to what I think makes sense for you and them. The first is that you can put in the work yourself to unlearn the ways that you're used to care being shown to allow you to accommodate your loved ones with ASPD without feeling hurt. If that isn't something that can work for you, that's okay. It's okay to have boundaries and be honest with yourself about what things you are incompatible with. However, at that point, the only thing to do that would be fair in my opinion is to separate yourself from the people with ASPD that are in your life.

I'm not suggesting you never speak to them again (although you are certainly allowed to make that choice for yourself). I'm suggesting you may need to restructure your relationships with those people such that feeling like they don't care (so long as they are doing their best to show they do) won't negatively impact you. In other words, for example, if you can't handle a partner showing they care the way they do because of their ASPD, then it's your job to end that relationship with them and either entirely remove yourself from their life, or just be friends.

If that's the choice you need to make for yourself, then I think it's important that you stress to them that this is not anything they have done wrong or need to work on - that it is an issue with how you are able perceive people caring about you. It's hard to say this in a way that won't sound ableist, because admittedly the issue would be rooted in some societal ableism (not really ableism on your part, just that the way children are taught to perceive love is incompatible with ASPD and even other disorders that can affect empathy and such).

It is very important to note that most of this does not apply if what you are dealing with is abuse - meaning for the purposes of this that they know they are hurting you, they are in control of the behavior that is hurting you, and are choosing to continue it without making any effort to change despite you clearly communicate your pain and what exactly is causing it. To evaluate that, you need to be objective and really ask yourself if you're coming from a reasonable place or not. Are you asking this person to either not have a disorder or allow you to pick and choose what symptoms you find acceptable? Or are you communicating boundaries to protect your wellbeing and making compromises that work for both of you while respecting their past and their symptoms? Those are two very different things, and there are shades of gray inbetween. Asking another prosocial who has not intentionally worked to unlearn their ableism against ASPD and done their research into its symptoms or a pwASPD who has not taken reasonable steps to heal their trauma and not hurt those close to them is not going to be truly objective. If you have a therapist who is aware of and respectful of ASPD, they would be a relatively objective place to evaluate what is abusive vs symptoms they can't be expected to control, assuming you could keep your language neutral (moreso than in your ask, which while not disrespectful or ableist, was definitely not entirely neutral). However, as a person with ASPD I would always prefer my partner speak to me about their concerns over my behavior before they ask anyone else - so if you haven't done that, I would certainly advise you to start there.

Even if any of the things I said are ableist or are rooted in ableism apply to you, it's worth noting I'm not saying or implying you are ableist yourself. Evidently, you came to a blog to get help with this situation from someone who understands the perspective of your loved one as much as possible, and that shows you likely aren't ableist - but as you mentioned one can have ableism to unlearn while not being ableist themselves. Please do not take any of this post as aggressive or attacking. It was all written in a neutral tone, I promise. I am aware how my text tone can come off to prosocials, which is why I specify this. If I was upset with the ask or thought you were just an ableist person or that the ask was disrespectful/not in good faith, I would just delete it.

I hope this helps and if you have or need any clarification, have any other questions, etc. you are more than welcome to submit them to me./gen

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Persona 3 reload: a retrospective

A while back, I watched a let’s play of persona 3. And I hated it. I found it juvenile, nihilistic, extremely gross, and I felt like the members of sees were hardly friends, so their bonds hardly meant anything.

But, Persona 5 is a game I love, and also a long game that I’ve played multiple times, so I wasn’t sure if I was ready to play it again. And I had scrounged up enough for the new game, with me reasoning to myself that I’d have a better experience playing myself

And I was right. Everything I didn’t see in the game before came out at me in this playthrough so much I wondered if the original was ever really as bad as I thought.

So I just wanna recount a lot of the experience here. Beware of spoilers.

story and themes.

In my first watch, Persona 3’s story sort of felt like what I’d come up with at 14. Constant talks about how death is inevitable, nothing matters, and a line at the end saying our dead protagonist “found the answer” by dying which honestly made my jaw drop when seeing it. Not a good thing for someone with constant suicidal thoughts to hear, and the line struck me as tasteless, gross, and neglectful of the audience mental health.

That line is still there, and I still despise it, but this time around, I better understood the message the entire game wants to convey, that being: “Yes death is inevitable, yes nothing in life matters: which is why it’s important to live each day to the fullest and make your time matter.” This is shown by the fictional condition “apathy syndrome” a syndrome that literally makes you stand in place doing nothing forever, essentially a giving up on life that is what the villains hope to inflict on the world. The fall isn’t just an instant death. It’s plunging every human on earth into this state of apathy, and through this, they will all die while not even doing anything about this, and THATS what makes Nyx terrifying. And understanding this, it greatly raised my appreciation. The game also comes with a label warning for heavy themes and advising players to take a break if it gets too hard, which I appreciate.

There’s also a pretty good conflict with the heroes that being: the want for the world to constantly be in peril so they have something to do with their lives. This was sort of in Persona 5 with the thieves (Or really just Ryuji) soaking in popularity, but Persona 3 is a much better utilized version of this. All these people hated their lives before they became humanities saviors, and the idea of losing that purpose in life is scary to them. It’s only through their bonds with eachother they come to realize what they’re actually living for, and makes the villains Strega perfect foils, because their bonds with eachother aren’t enough. Jin obviously would give the world for Takaya, but they so easily threw Chidori away for bonding with the ones who took away their purpose. Takaya is pushed forward by pure nihilism and the ability to do whatever the hell he wants, and so he neglects the people around him. Jin dies in his final fight with you to protect Takaya’s dreams, and Takaya in his last moments wishes Jin could see the end but he didn’t. Takaya put his power trip over the only person he had left, so he was alone at the end.

I will say though, that while Strega are good villains, I don’t really like the games wishy washy handling of the Kirijo group. I’ll talk more about Mitsuru and her bond with her father when I get to characters (it’s nowhere near as bad as Haru though) but while the actions of the company are truly horrific, it sort of looks away from what it means for Mitsuru to inherit a company that caused this entire disaster then profited off of it, which like, yes I hate capitalism, but it’s also a very fascinating thread of idea that gets dropped. Also, yes, making the villains the group of orphans who were experimented on by the Kirijo group and have nothing from the heiress except a line about how she had ‘no idea’ and having the main characters work with the police, and the police being seen as a role model, and working with a coorporation is. A choice. And a huge downgrade from P5. Back to Mitsuru and the Kirijo’s though, this sort of thing could easily have been explored in her social link.

Speaking of which….

Social links and linked episodes

So when I watched that let’s play, the worst part for me was the social links. They were where a lot of personas signature brand really gross content came from, and the characters were utterly uninteresting to me. So were they bad as I remembered?

Yes and no.

One big thing I’m glad they’ve changed is that in the original game, whenever you maxed your bond with a female character you’d enter a relationship no matter what. So if you wanted to max your bond with multiple girls, then guess what! You’re cheating on your girlfriend. This lead to moments where I cringe in sympathy because Mitsuru is ranting to her fiancé about how much better and kinder the protagonist is and knowing this boy is leading on seven different girls.

Also some of the bonds were better than I gave them credit for! I loved coaching the group of kids with Yuko, being with Hayase in rough times, and helping Kamiki come to terms with his death.

Some were just as bad as I remembered though.

The hermit social link is extremely uncomfortable, having to listen to a woman who is obviously your teacher gleefully talk about her plans to get you alone to date you and the game treating this as funny and not horrific. Or Kenji talking about dating his teacher. Or a girl whose so nervous around boys so you can fix her and she becomes confident enough to protest a sign at school condemning relationships between students and teachers- what is with this game and student teacher relationships?

There’s also the problem of the best options in some of these links involve being an enabler. Yes little girl, run away from home, and only bring your insurance card, this is a great idea. If you don’t wanna take the optimal route and say that, you can tell her she deserved her parents hitting her. Yeah, in the original let’s play, I had NEVER hated a main character more than this guy and he was literally a silent protagonist.

I still really hate these moments. I could get attached to the main character (probably because I was playing as him, and there was more time in between… this. And also he wasn’t a cheater) but I still felt so ick picking what I knew was the best option.

So what about the parties links?

I think they’re a mixed bag. Yukari and Aigis have incredibly good social links about themselves and their lives, but Mitsuru’s is clearly just written with romance first, introducing a fiancé who is never mentioned anywhere else in the game for the protagonist to be better than, and Fuuka took a potentially interesting character and made her character arc about what a good cook she is. Thanks Atlus, feminist as always.

But what about the boys? Hahaha… sickos… YEEEES.

The boys in the original game did not have social links. This contributed to my original feeling like SEES weren’t friends, and my dislike towards the protagonist that you couldn’t hang out with any of your roommates who weren’t romance options to cheat on, but reload fixes this. Well, sorta.

Instead of social links, you have ‘linked episodes’ with the boys where you spend a day together and get stat upgrades, and I LOVED this. Often during these episodes the rest of sees would come together and hang, and even if they didn’t, the character insight offered felt worthwhile and like they had bonded. This and study sessions with the group, seeing Yukari Junpei and the protagonist spending time as a group chatting after school, and nightly activities where you could chill with your dormates after dark contributed so much to making these bonds feel more real, and making me believe they’re friends. Even if it’s just the protagonist hanging out with Akihiko on his own, you still get bits of him talking about Shinji and Mitsuru that make it feel alive. I LOVE how sometimes if you go to Tartarus one person won’t be able to make it because they’re out, or they’re studying, or they’re just not feeling it. It makes you feel like you need to take everyone’s schedules to heart. I’m aware that last feature is in the original, but it feels a lot more meaningful to play it for myself.

I’m getting off topic. Time to talk about

The characters

A lot of the characters in P3 I did not like on my first go. With the exception of Yukari and Junpei. And I’m glad to say I’ve come around to all of them this time around. So to go one by one:

Junpei Iori

Junpei at first seems like your typical first persona party member. He’s not very bright, he’s sexist in the way a lot of teenage boys are, and he’s seemingly just there for comic relief.

Then the game flips the script. You realize Junpei is insecure of you. You realize that his girlbestie who teases him all the time, may actually be getting under his skin. You realize that he’s so deeply and utterly sad, and finding out that the entire world would crumble without him is the best thing that happened in his life.

And then he meets the first love of his life.

Chidori and Junpeis romance is so well written, and makes me wish the games would make more romances for your party members instead of the obnoxious romance system that exists where the developers think if the player can’t date any woman that moves they’ll keel over dead.

Junpei finds with Chidori the first girl he doesn’t just think of as someone to hit on for the man points. He finds a genuine crush, someone he cares about the safety and well being of, and a reason to keep going and saving the world because Chidori is in it. And Chidori finds much of the same in him. Watching Junpei turn from a womanizing creep into the sweet guy who waits at Chidoris hospital bed every day was something that even in my first watch had me gnashing my teeth about how Yosuke and Ryuji didn’t touch this level. So yeah. Junpei is great and so is his character arc.

Yukari Takeba

Yukari was the other character I was attached to first run. Mostly because the lets player kept talking about how much he hated her and nothing makes me love a female character more than male audiences treating her like shit, but I was also just attached to her relationship with Junpei. They were the only characters that to me felt like genuine friends, and you could see by the way they’d jab at eachother back and forth.

And I was glad for her headstrong nature. She was the one questioning what was really going on, and she could be mean, and angry, and unpleasant. She could kinda suck, and I appreciated her for that. The scene in my first time where she tries to cheer up Junpei by teasing him and it backfires miserably lived in my head rent free for a while.

And while my opinions of Junpei being a good character pretty much stayed the same this time, my love for Yukari skyrocketed. I realized how endlessly loving she is, and yet how emotionally stunted her beginnings made her, with her dads death, her moms distance, and her friends leaving her behind. I loved when I realized ‘Oh. It’s not just that one time. Junpeis been bothered by her teasing since the beginning, but it’s her expression of love because she’s afraid of vulnerability.’ I loved how she connected with the protagonist, she found someone in a similar situation, but she could still be an asshole to him sometimes because she’s messy and complicated (and side note: I think I ship shuyuka now.)

So yeah. Yukari is a ten out of ten character.

Akihiko Sanada

I thought this guy had no personality the first time around. What was I thinking? Oh boy, I love this dork.

Akihiko going on about bolstering his muscles but can’t bolster his social skills enough for a normal conversation (Mr Autism my good friend) is already endearing to me, but what really comes in clutch is his relationships to Mitsuru and Shinji.

Aki is the only person in the group who doesn’t really see Mitsuru as an authority figure, disobeying her orders from the very start to not push himself, and pushing her buttons a little, a far cry from how she’s essentially the leader (yes I know the protagonist is the textual leader but let’s be real. Mitsuru is the leader.) and they’re a bond I feel like I neglected my first time around.

But let’s talk Shinji.

Akihiko and Shinji are a tragedy and despite knowing how it ended every step of the way this time, I couldn’t help getting attached. Aki losing the only friend he had as an orphan was not all at once but a slow burn. It’s easy to see coming, and yet Akihiko is Sisyphus pushing that boulder up the hill, hoping this time, things can go back to normal with every time he tries to talk him into joining, not realizing the boulder is already falling to the man’s death and Shinji knows it.

I think his final awakening and development happened to fast after that though. Like at least give the man more than a day of his best friend being dead before you make him have his big revelation.

Okay that’s pretty much all my thoughts but one last thing: I didn’t realize how hilariously gay coded he is my first time. He has crowds of adoring girls around him but doesn’t talk to any of them and instead goes to hang with the guys. He’s best friends with Mitsuru and romance isn’t hinted at once. Why are you as a man so obsessed with Shinji, hm?

Fuuka Yamagishi

I think Fuuka has an incredibly strong entrance into the game.

Her status as a navigator is like any person playing their first persona game and gets the navigator, pretty weak at first. Until you realize how powerful she really is. And I think that’s a good metaphor for her character. Turning her bully into her best friend shows her kindness, but also her strength at how she got Natsuki to respect her, not through brute strength but just by being good to her and saving her, and began to spend time with her because of this respect.

Unfortunately, Fuuka is pretty stagnant through most of the story.

I’m glad for some things like her bond with Yukari, and how she finds out the truth behind the Kirijo’s, but it seems like most of this is frontloaded while she takes a backseat to other plotlines, and most of her lines just seem to be her using her persona.

She does get one last incredible scene though in her evolution. When Natsuki leaves and gives Fuuka encouragement, I honestly did feel tears in my eyes for this friendship and the growth Fuuka had knowing she had people who loved her, in both Natsuki and SEES. I speak as someone who usually HATES the bully and victim become friends trope when I say they were a highlight.

So Fuuka isn’t my favorite but she’s a worthy character. I would fix some stuff, but I care her.

Mitsuru Kirijo

This is another character I found bland and uninteresting my first time. I can’t believe how dumb I was.

Okay, so there’s problems with Mitsurus character. I’ve mentioned most of them. Her social link, her becoming the heiress to the evil coorporation, etc etc. but oh goodness is she interesting.

This girl subjected herself to some implied horrific shit for the sake of correcting her families injustices. Because she didn’t want her father to live with the guilt. So she became isolated, depressed, and a bit of a ‘no fun allowed’ type. It could be argued that in the beginning she wants to rid the world of the dark hour the most.

But she’s also just a kid who shouldn’t have to subject herself to that. Her happiest moments aren’t when she’s talking to the father she wants to appease but with her found family in SEES.

As for Mitsurus dad- okay it’s not a Haru’s dad situation. I CAN see some of why Mitsuru cares about him. He’s the ‘stoic but kind’ archetype. The ‘beforetimes’ referred to are before the near end of the world was caused by this man’s father and left him feeling awful, and Mitsuru herself wanted to change that. But I still think the game glorifies him a little bit. Like hey, Strega said they were gathered by Kirijo group to learn persona summoning, and I’m pretty sure Mitsurus grandpa died in that explosion, so who was in charge of those child experiments that killed orphans? You wanna answer that game?

But okay, at the very least, I can see why Mitsuru would care for her father. He’s not as cartoonishly awful as Okumura is, he is an actual human being. And the game keeps its focus on this arc on Mitsuru where it belongs. And her big awakening is, while it’s still not great about acknowledging her dads shit, where it should be. On her realizing she has her friends.

So yes, Mitsuru isn’t as tightly written as Junpei and Yukari, but she’s still a good character.

Aigis

While most characters my first time around felt boring, Aigis felt fetishistic.

Like yes, this robot girls first action is to bury her face in the players bare chest. She watches you while you sleep. This is a running theme. Not only that, but I did not buy her transition into caring about SEES and becoming more human for reasons stated before. SEES don’t feel like friends, yadda yadda yadda.

This time around though, I saw a lot differently. Having the main character slowly bond with her as a friend outside her directive made her feel so much more like a character and not a writers fantasy. I liked little things like how she got excited over ladybugs and that made me appreciate other things like how she goes ‘maaan’ to repeat Junpei or how she gets into an argument with Koromaru. And this made her character development and realization of life’s beauty so much more impactful.

A robot who comes to understand life is a very typical trope, one that I love dearly. My first time didn’t really capture any of the magic for me, but this time around I really love Aigis.

Koromaru

Well, Koromaru is a simple character. He’s literally a dog. He does dog things. He’s implied to be smarter than the average dog. He has a backstory. But sometimes that’s all you need. He is a puppy. A creature. He’s your best friend. He’s loyal and he guarded the place of his last owner. I love you puppy.

Ken Amada

Okay, so first time, I thought Ken had the pieces of an arc that were decent but everything happened so fast. He was introduced, then the next time he did something significant it was saying his backstory and then attempted murder.

I think reloads linked episodes fixed this for me because god I wanna hug this kid. The way they imply his suicidal idealation, and how everyone in SEES sees him as a little brother, give him a family, but he just keeps ruminating on the single worst day of his life so bad he makes another. This kid has such good character development.

Shinjiro Aragaki

God I love Shinji. I love the ‘tough guy secretly loves dogs’ tropes. I love how he knows he’s doomed but still uses his last moments to try and make sure Ken doesn’t end up like him. I love how he cares about Akihiko but doesn’t want to move past his trauma. I love how he’s stuck in place as he is, refusing to let things go but is still fundamentally kind. I love Shinji.

Shuji Ikutsuki

Despite the fact I knew his betrayal was coming this time, I didn’t wanna believe Ikutsuki was a bad guy.

I loved his bad puns, his notebook full of them, how he suggested making the garden, how he just came to hang out in the living room sometimes to be supportive. I love you can catch him on camera making his bad jokes and laughing like a hyena to know that even if he was a shitty dude in the end, he genuinely loved those jokes. After everything he put you through, he was genuine when he told you his bad jokes. Which to me, is far more interesting than anything anyone has ever gleaned from Adachi.

Ryoji Mochizuki

Ryoji is honestly a very good character and I’m shocked. I’ve seen people compare him to Akechi for ‘friends who turn into antagonists’ but as much as I love Akechi, I don’t think Ryoji is anything like him.

But boy do I love him.

While the idea of a nice grim reaper has been done a million times, a kind hand guiding you towards the afterlife, (mind you I love that trope) Ryoji is the first time I’ve seen a bringer of death who hates being one. He loves life, and his friends, and the idea of it ending is scary, but inevitable and he wants to offer a choice, and it honestly feels so gut wrenching when you spend all this time waiting for him to betray you, when you realize he’s just a sweet kid who didn’t ask for this. And honestly, I think I liked him my first time around for that reason. Ryomina is a different story, but I came around to that too this time, and I don’t want this to be bogged down with thoughts on shipping.

Chidori

I pretty much got all my thoughts about Jin and Takaya down in the story section so I’ll skip right to Chidori. And I love her.

Chidori in the beginning feels like just another member of Strega. But when she gets taken to the hospital by SEES partway through, you can see that Strega were not very good to her. They don’t really care most of the game to try and free her, and we find out that she’s been self harming for a while- something Strega doesn’t just ignore, but considering Takayas philosophy, probably actively encouraged. And I like that at first, SEES aren’t equipped to handle her either. They close in and interrogate a very obviously traumatized and mentally ill girl before Junpei busts in to yell at them to give her space.

And I like how we see her passion for art. That despite her claims she cares for nothing, obviously she can’t do that. She loves art. And it’s because of Junpei she really wakes up to that.

I love Chidori

Conclusion

Honestly, I’m not sure if I can put my finger on what it was about Persona 3 that clicked for me this time. Maybe it was the linked episodes, maybe it was playing it for myself, maybe I’m just better at literary comprehension and analysis than before.

But P3 this time really stuck to me, and despite its flaws, I really do get the hype now.

#not putting this in the tags because it is very personal #p3 #gothitxt #that’s it

[danddymaro]

Afraid of Something | Daryl Dixon x Reader

Reader is afraid of the dark.

some sweet fluff. We appreciate Daryl here, ok?

Word count: 3100

Afraid of something

The dark had always been intimidating.

Your distress to it went far back since childhood, the relationship never truly mended by any reassurances made before. 

Now, with what the world had become, you detested when nightfall came.

 It'd become a place where every dark crevasse held a hidden beast, one that with a single snap of the jaw could chuck you into that same, miserable nothingness  they existed in.

In the world of before the fear was rather tamed, easily conquered by many. 

But now?

Nightfall was when they had all the advantage, left with too many places to hide and pull you from.

Who would have thought that what had been only irrational fears that could have only come from your imagination would one day become rather grim possibilities.

You couldn’t even tell yourself that you were being silly, or that there was nothing to worry about because there always was.

Monsters really did exist, and they were out to get you.

The dark, it was something that you couldn't stand.

It always had you feeling  everything you shouldn’t be.

It made you feel vulnerable and weak,  much more, pathetic when someone would discover the truth because they'd look at you with a gaze that held harsh judgment, almost as though having any fear in the world you lived in now was forbidden.

There was so much wickedness in the world, so much nothingness that reached far and wide.

- But of course, with the darkness came the light.

And your light happened to sport sewed, off-white wings that lay over a patch of durable leather. 

They were his signature, always in perfect view as he walked before you, determinedly standing in front, leading the way  through the unknown that always surrounded you now.

You remembered when he first sported the look, and how as time progressed, there'd been so much wear and tear that they’d become dull. 

They’d lost their brilliance of pure white, but, even so, there was so much beauty to behold within the faded décor that held far too many stories that ended with him leading you back.

"Hey..." came a short whisper, and it had you back down to earth, the sound of Daryl’s voice though faint and hushed quickly luring you back from your thoughts.

Amazingly, while having always been afraid of such surroundings, with him there with you, you managed to doze off every now and then.

It happened more frequently now, the realization rousing  a soft breath of surprise from you because you wouldn’t be able to rally pinpoint when it had started happening.

It also hit you that aside from that, you were an entirely different person.

You were no longer  the same anxious, skittish woman from the begging whose eyes were always peeled back like a wild rodent in the big scary, world full of predators.

You’d changed...so many things had changed.

Just as quietly you answered back with a hum, not bothering to speak and interrupt the rather pleasant, silent nature that welcomed you.

To think you’d find comfort in it on day. Silently, you mused over how pretty the night could be.

"You ok?" he asked you, the man having noted your quiet state, taking it in with concern.

He knew you well enough.

He’d known, and in all the time he’d known you, he hadn’t asked you any questions about it, only standing by when you needed him, always being the one to pair with you. 

He’d made a promise to not just you, but to himself to protect you from whatever it was that could lurk in the darkness.

"You know...” he started, a soft breath set in between, “ you can hold onto me," he reminded you. 

During your trip back it was just you two, and even if it hadn’t been, his offer would still stand. 

He really cared about you.

- You knew that, right?

He wondered if you really understood just how much he was willing to give, what unmeasurable lengths he’d go for you, just to have you feel safe, just to make you felt at home wherever you went.

You were never a bother.

While he’d reminded you of the offer at that moment, he wouldn't have had the nerve to voice it out for anyone else to hear. 

If there had been any one else with you guys, he would have simply inched closer to not draw in any attention. 

And if you needed to take hold of his vest you were welcome to do so.

If you needed a place to hide your fear, your shame, and everything else you couldn’t show anyone else, then right behind him was the perfect spot.

It was your refuge, and he was there to stop anything you didn’t want to reach you.

The brunette male wouldn't want to embarrass you, just like he wouldn’t be able to stand anyone asking him more unnecessary questions about you. 

He was someone that didn’t like talking about his intimacies, about the stuff he feels, it’s just not easy to do.

So, of course it was a little different when other people were around.

- Maybe you were a soft spot, what of it?

Why was it any one else’s business?

 Besides, if it was that obvious why did anyone have the need to ask him about it?

- All it did was make things weird between the two of you. 

It made him think too much, and when he thought too much around you he felt like he was messing up. 

Moreover, it made you act like you were scared around him, like you shouldn’t be talking to him at all.

 The way you stumbled over your words and shied away, it reminded him of how things used to be between you two when you were just a part of the same group and nothing more.

It reminded him of just looking at you, knowing that something was wrong, wanting to do something about it, but convincing himself that he shouldn't.

 It made him feel something strange when he thought about it, about how at one point you’d been nothing to each other, and as he had that thought, you mused over how it had all started.

Nightfall had come and you’d yet to make it back from your run. 

Your original plan had been tossed out the window when you’d encountered other people who right off the bat had been intent to take what you’d found. They hadn’t been satisfied with going your separate ways, taking what you each could. 

- No.

They wanted it all.

All the commotion drew in walkers, and while you two managed to make it out, the others hadn’t run with the same luck. 

And as you stumbled out, diving beneath rotten arms that tried to capture you but were too slow, you heard loud cries of plea, making you turn back for just a second to see bloodied figures attempt to crawl away from the snapping jaws that captured their flesh, painting the road red.

It wasn’t your first time seeing such a devouring, and you’d been certain that it wouldn't be a last, that you’d see much worse, but even then, you had yet to grow numb. 

You had yet to find it in yourself to not care.

It always stuck with you, and that nasty image  that you had the misfortune to remember so vividly was too fresh in your mind, playing over and over as your surroundings darkened.

It played on a loop until the scarlet painted body that tried to crawl out had your eyes, your very voice replacing the one of before.

You were seemingly out of danger, far from that place, and you had only gotten worse. As nightfall came, your face had fallen.

You shook the entire time, and he’d noticed. It had been hard for him not to have realized that your behavior was off.

For the tenth time on your route back you bumped into him, and it frustrated him, making him whip around suddenly, 

“What the hell is your problem huh?” he said with annoyance, and it made you jump. 

As he turned around you let out  sniffle, and he took a step back like he’d been the one to beat it out of you, “You - You cryin’? “ he asked you, his eyes narrowing, and you had no answer, nothing to say.

If you could even talk, what would you say?

You’d only ever exchanged a few words with each other, most of which were required when you went out together.

You hardly knew the man and you were even more afraid to look at him sometimes with how he looked at you, all mean and snappy. 

You had a hard time when your stubborn eyes drew to him a little too much, catching that dark look he shot you often. 

As for Daryl, he was one to look at you too, and unfortunately,, he had no other look but the one he bore all the time.

He hardly spoke a word to you, true.

But, even if he didn’t talk to you, he’d learned a couple things about you.

One, you learned quick which sometimes made him hide a little smirk.

Two, when it came to it you could defend yourself pretty well, and it was good because that was useful.

- useful when you were in a pinch, and much more for the much needed runs made that you couldn’t say no to.

Three, you weren’t one to argue. If you were needed you were needed, and he was inclined to believe that no was a word you didn’t put too much strength behind and rarely bothered to voice.

- Which was maybe why you ended up contributing so much. 

Being looked at with expectancy was enough for you to agree, and he’d caught on quick to that. 

And finally, nighttime had you acting funny.

You hid yourself during the hours, and moved just a bit too shakenly when you weren't.

He’d caught on, but he figured no one else had noticed because to your luck, the group only made moves during the day.

- But now here you were, frozen before him. 

Were you scared of the dark?

‘  that it? ‘ he wondered.

A walker then rustled through the tall grass, and even before  Daryl had been able to notice it, you jumped, raising your pistol with a speed that had him surprised. 

You tried to take aim, but were unable to get your hand from shaking long enough for you to take decent aim.

Your quick reaction surprised him, but not much more than how long it took for you to actually take the shot. 

It irked him because he’d seen you do it before, getting better and better with your aim with each time.

So now what wa sthe problem?

He’d watched you put them down before, a handful of times only, a few with your pistol, and a handful of others with an old bat you’d traveled with.

He wasn’t the only one to consider you competent.

Andrea had openly commented on your capability before, her desire to do more making her quick to point out that you were a woman too, and that it didn’t stop you from protecting yourself.

And she argued that you could defend yourself because you were given the chance to, something that she was denied.

But of course that was something between her and Dale, and it had been their issue, not his so he didn’t but in, or even bother to listen more.

.

.

.

He wondered; 

Was your fear that bad?

The creature moved forward slowly, determined to reach you and as it did, Dixon had made his way beside you with a frustrated stomp, his right hand coming over yours and providing you with the sternness you needed to steady the gun.

He then took the shot, pressing down on the trigger himself, and it’d been good enough to get the approaching walker falling back. 

With large eyes that shinned just a bit too much you looked up at him, and he couldn't stand how long you stared, nor how much anger he didn’t feel towards you when you’d been so utterly useless right then.

If anything he felt more of a need to get you back to camp and make sure you made it into your little tent to hide away that pathetic look you wore and that made him swallow hard.

You continued to stare at him, and your lower lip trembled making him click his tongue as he tugged you towards him, right back to where everyone else waited.

He let out a frustrated grunt before he huffed,

“You stick by me, you got that?”  he said sternly, no room for argument as he pulled you by the wrist with an abrupt tug.

 “You stay behind me, and if any of those things show up, they’re mine, you got that?” He hurriedly said.

You tucked your chin down in shame, accepting his offer as the best to come.

 “Thank you...” you breathed, and his jaw locked before he let out an annoyed sound,

“I ain’t doin’ it for you!” he was quick to say, and he knew that if his brother had been there he would have laughed in his face. 

He would have kicked him down for trying to save face when he was very clearly getting too attached to you, because he’d already commented on how he noticed the way he looked at you.

- like a lovesick puppy.

He’d already pulled him aside more than once having to remind him that the second the group looked away, they’d clean them out so his little ‘Crush’ was something he was going to have to get over quick. 

Time and time again he had to remind himself that it was just merle and him, even if they traveled around with everyone else.

The thought made him let you go, and his hands fisted at his sides instead, not wanting to touch you more

.

.

.

.

“-I’m sorry,” you then added while suddenly stopping, and he’d taken a few more steps before he looked back and noticed.

”I just...I’m so scared,” you lamented, and you hugged yourself like you were cold, the chills you had almost making him believe you were.

And he had an itch to touch you again. He had the need to forget about all the garbage his brother told him.

“yeah, I know,” he said with annoyance, “ And I Already told you to stick with me,” he reminded you, his words just a low grumble. 

He then pursed his lips as he looked away, “ Besides, if you’re that scared just …just grab on to my shirt or something,” he suggested, his heart racing.

  “I'm not goin’ anywhere,” he assured you.

In his own way he’d given you comfort. That night you’d discovered that the scary Daryl that you couldn’t even look at had a sweetness to him underneath his mask.

That sweetness touched you, even when it hadn’t been needed, when you never asked for it.

Afterward, he continued to offer you the same opportunity, and you did take them, slowly becoming accustomed to doing so, happy because you’d taken a liking to him.

While out together a hand would often touch his back, and you’d walk a step behind, keeping an eye out to where he couldn't as a show of gratitude.

- As a show that you cared for him just as much.

"- I don't mind," he then added, that kindness of his flowing through his very existence, easily making you smile.

He didn’t need to tell you again, you were well aware.

You were also conscious of the fact that somewhere along the line something had changed.  

Something had changed, and by then you'd had a greater fear than the darkness, a different fear that would be the end of you and had the first feeling like nothing.

- And it was losing him. 

It was losing your benevolent Angel that would always path way for you, and that was the only one that could save you from the black that had threatened to consume you so many times before.

Daryl Dixon, for that man you’d walk blindfolded through an entire field of wilderness beneath the darkest night if it meant it would save him. 

If it meant that he could live longer, you’d dig your fingers right through your very sockets and take away the promise of any sight of light.

"- I know..." you answered back, so much emotion in that single whisper of words that you had to swallow down the pathetic sound that followed them.

He meant so much to you, too much to put into words.

Thus, you always choked somewhere in between when you tried.

Finding it futile, you chose to grow quiet again. 

Instead, quietly, you got a bit closer, and it wasn’t because you were afraid. 

It wasn’t because you thought you’d get lost either, but rather, because he was there.

Your hand landed on his back, sitting there for a moment as you thought of how to tell him.

Maybe it wasn’t the time for it, but you hadn’t felt the need to do so greater than at that certain one, and if you couldn’t push out more than a few breaths you chose a different way to get the message across. 

Hushed, you wrapped your arms round him, your cheek pressed against his back as you held him from moving further.

“Thank you Daryl,” you said with a soft smile, your eyes fluttering close, your heart feeling especially warm as one of his hands found yours as they rested at his chest.

He then held it in his, the roughness of his palms pressed against your knuckles, his fingers curling into the space in between your thumb and index. 

There was a desperation in his grip, and you responded back with just as much need while you then breathed out his name so longingly he felt flustered enough to where his face warmed.

He’d never bothered to tell you what had him feeling just as distraught, what it was that made him have nightmares' too, but if he had, you’d know that losing you was something he couldn't swallow down. 

Even as a passing thought it’d been something that made his chest ache.

Luckily, it wasn’t something he’d take any chances with.

He do a good boi Protecc

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[littletxt]

So I got an idea for a request.

I have really bad night terrors and wanted to request caregiver Taehyun comforting you after you woke up from one being small?

~princess 🐰

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Night Light

There’d been no particular reason for them to start back up. It could have been the most suffocating, heavy and humid summer heat. Or, maybe it was the stress of moving away from the security of the place you and Taehyun had called home for so long, along with a new job, new people you weren’t comfortable around and new names you’d have to learn. But more than likely it was the lack of time you’d had to regress, to be vulnerable and safe with your Daddy. It’d been weeks as you packed up your whole life to start over somewhere new. No particular reason for them to come back, but far too many.

Jumping out of his sleep, muscles tense and ready as his eyes searched foggily searched in the sea of black that was your bedroom, only lit by a single yellow, heart-shaped nightlight. Reaching out to find the switch to the bedside lamp at your first sound of distress, Taehyun was prepared to take on the world for you. Whether that meant putting years of boxing experience into practice with a swift bonk to someone’s face or taking the weight of your anxieties head on, he’d do anything for you. With no danger in sight, he relaxed for only a moment until another cry left your lips, poured then pressed thin, and you trembled and fidgeted in your sleep. A thin sheet of cold sweat covered your anguish-twisted features as your hands tightly gripped the sweat-damp fabric of the thin sheets you'd traded out from your usual comforter to cope with the hot summer nights.

Pushing down that deep ache in his heart he turned to you, stroking your reddened cheek and wiping the sweat from your brow.

“Princess….hey. Wake up, baby.”, he gave a gentle squeeze to your clammy, trembling hand before pulling you easily into his arms, rocking you softly against his chest until you woke. Breaking from the deeply rooted claws of your night terror, your breathing became frantic as you grasped, delirious, to anything and everything around you.

“Hey, hey! Daddy’s here… I’ve got you. I’m right her. Open your eyes, pumpkin.”, Taehyun spoke clearly, loosening the tight grip of his arms to allow you to look at him, watery, wide eyes rapidly shifting over the features of his face. The pure terror on your face, he couldn’t imagine, no matter how many times over the years you’d told him, how truly awful it’s hold must be. You’d think he’d have gotten used to it by now, the nightmares being more common on muggy evenings like this one. Though he never could, it did help that he knew exactly what to do to help you through it.

Taking deep breaths until you followed along, he squeezed you tight again, grounding you, bringing you back to him. When your ragged breaths calmed to short hiccups he loosened his hug and stroked your hair in repetitive, slow motions.

“Same one?”, his voice was soft and unfeigned, strained with emotion. No matter how badly he wanted to take your pain, he couldn’t. But that would never stop him from trying. A weak nod was all you could manage as you rolled over into his chest and cried. Not a little, but endlessly tears fell as you tried to hold back your sobs.

“Baby, hey. Sit up.”

Letting him pull you up to look at him, you sniffled with your puffy red cheeks and nose, grumbling a bit, knowing full well what was coming.

“You can cry, Princess. I know it’s scary. It’s so so scary and Daddy wishes he could be there to protect you each and every time. It’s not real, but it really feels like it is, huh?”, Taehyun leaned forward, kiss your forehead, continuing to stroke your hair as you nodded. You’d never needed to say much with him, he knew you better than you knew yourself.

“Daddy will always be here when you wake up. And Princess knows that Daddy would never ever let anything hurt you don’t you, baby?”, he giggled at the way you fought off a smile, finally relaxing for a moment. But only a moment, a distraught expression returning, your brows wrinkling, eyes watering once again.

“‘m sorry…”, your head fell, tears dripping one by one, each a blotted stain on his yellow shorts. Fully sitting up in bed with you he raised your head, holding your chin steady between his fingers. Those big brown eyes demanding your attention, but his soft, loving expression was ever more attentive.

“No, Baby. Never apologize to me for this. You have nothing to be sorry for. This is Daddy's job. and Daddy loves his jobs.”, he kissed your cheek, caring very little about the salt taste of your tears. Each line made you shy away, a blush creeping up on your cheeks., “I don’t want days off or holidays. I wanna spend every second taking care of you, Princess. That’s my job. I love you, pumpkin."

His voice grew softer, more tender as he spoke, caressing your heart in the safety of his love. Rubbing his nose against your cheek, now dry, he pulled you into his arms again for a brief minute. Imagining the sweltering heat was hardest on you, he knew his body heat certainly wouldn’t help. His natural, smiley expression greeted you, calm and tender-hearted.

“Now, let’s go cool you off with a shower, Princess.”

With another dutiful nod, a sniffle and an intertwining of his slender fingers between your own, you let yourself slip into that comfortable vulnerability, safe with your Daddy.

“Good girl.”

🧸End note: I know it took my forever, but here it is. honestly I was so afraid of how this would come out because I wanted it to be perfect for you 🫶 I love youuuu 🥺💛💛 I hope this was okay for my first fic in a while.💕

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[thatmexisaurusrex]

"confession in the rain" for the ficlet prompt thingy? :)

Quick Ficlet List

Oooh 👀 nice choice in prompt, @nine-blogs-in-a-trenchcoat! I actually figured this little ficlet on the MYSU discord, so thank you @runzu and @omegasamwilson for some of the inspiration for this ❤️ I hope you enjoy the ficlet! 🥰

Confession in the Rain

Bucky was at his wits end.

Truly.

It was as if everything and everyone was against him these past several weeks.

Bucky had finally decided to do it. Take the plunge. Say the words. Tell Samuel Thomas Wilson that he loved him. Or maybe liked him.

Would "like" be less scary to hear?

Would Sam freak out if Bucky (crying because Bucky had no idea how he wouldn't get emotional when saying the words) professed his undying love for Sam? That might be a little much, right? Probably too much. Bucky really had to make sure he said "like" instead of "love" when he said the words.

Bucky would need the opportunity to say the words, though. Because, again, the world was against him at the moment.

For weeks - months, really - Bucky had tried. He had tried to get Sam in his office alone, in a hallway, in Sam's bedroom, but every time, Bucky was thwarted.

Mission sirens would blaze at the Avengers' Campus. Joaquín would walk in grinning like he knew what he was doing as he asked Sam to help him train. Yelena would smile faux innocently as she asked Sam to spot her at the Avengers' gym. Monica would smile amused as she asked Sam to look over paperwork with her.

AJ and Cass would knock on the door, asking if Sam would help one of them with science homework, with play lines, with a book report. Sarah would ask Sam to help fix a faucet, would ask him to check on the shed in the back, would ask him to look over some of the bills.

All of them knew.

Bucky wasn't the best at hiding his feelings.

They all had to know.

Even Figaro played innocent as she meowed for Sam to continuously let her in and out of Sam's bedroom during one particular conversation.

They all knew.

Even the goddamn cat.

And they were all having fun watching Bucky squirm and not quite get his words out in time.

Tonight was no better. He had finally got Sam alone. He really had. Sam was in the kitchen grabbing some water and Bucky had him alone.

Until he didn't.

Because they were never alone for long.

Not that Bucky didn't like that about the Wilson household. He usually enjoyed it. He liked seeing AJ and Cass and Sarah. He liked Tommy and Carlos popping in whenever they wanted to chat and check up on everyone. He loved all of that usually.

And he could just see the glances of recognition in AJ and Cass' eyes, in Sarah's glee as they all tumbled out requests.

"Uncle Sam, could you help me with my homework?" asked AJ, holding up his notebook, "I'm having problem with this one geometry question."

"Uncle Sam, could you check on the code for this robot?" asked Cass holding up the wheeling leggo creation, "I'm still having problems with the tape maze and I don't know what I'm doing wrong."

"Sam, I need to fix that leak. The one in the hallway," said Sarah as thunder boomed outside (was Thor in on this too?), "Could you start preparing dinner for me?"

Bucky should probably call it quits for today. Maybe try again later.

Bucky stood there as he watched Sam look over the math problem and Sarah left to fix the leak.

And maybe it was because Bucky was running on barely any sleep. Maybe it was because he'd been at this for months. But something in him placed his hand on Sam's arm halfway through chopping a carrot and said, "I need to talk with you."

"Now??" asked Sam, sounding frayed.

Sam looked frayed too.

But Bucky really wasn't thinking clearly and he found himself dragging Sam into the hallway.

Bucky stopped in the middle of the hall, his mind whirling as he found himself suddenly in the position to actually say the words. He had to, right? He needed to.

Was something dripping on his head?

Bucky tried to ignore it, the pitter patter of it, the way it was running down his forehead and into his eye.

"Bucky," said Sam, like he was about to stop whatever was about to happen.

"No. I'm saying this," Bucky said a little deliriously, but then he heard the telltale signs of Sarah opening up a ladder.

"You're under the leak," said Sarah casually.

Bucky made sounds.

So many nonsensical sounds as he found himself gently pulling Sam by the arm through the hallway, the foyer, out the door, off the porch, in the rain. In the heavy rain, laughing, possibly a little unhinged because no one was going to stop Bucky now, right? No one was rushing into the rain to interrupt.

Maybe now he could say the words.

Bucky felt his mouth immediately fill with water the moment he opened it. Droplets blurring his vision as they caught in his eyelashes. Bucky tried to speak, he really did, but the rain was too loud. Bucky couldn't see well, but he could see that Sam wasn't hearing his half-sputtered words.

And he could hear Sam laughing - laughing - at him. Bucky was laughing too. Giggling and shaking along with Sam as they stood bewilderingly in the rain.

Bucky felt Sam grab him by the hand, guiding them over to Sam's truck.

"I'll pay for the detailing. I still owe you for that steering wheel," said Bucky helplessly, not sure why he felt so much shier all of the sudden.

Maybe because sitting in the backseat of Sam's truck made Bucky feel like a teenager. All cozy with a crush.

Sam laughed.

And Bucky lost the thread of what he was doing, turning to see that gap-toothed smile. Sam arching his eyebrow as if to ask what Bucky needed to tell him right that second. What Bucky had been trying to tell Sam for months.

And they were both soaked. In the back of Sam's truck. Staring at each other.

Bucky wasn't sure if there was anyone else other than the two of them in the world now. Not when he got lost in Sam's eyes like this. Smiling at each other.

Bucky wondered if Sam felt that way too.

Sam reached out to Bucky. Bucky leaned into the wet, chilly fingertips. Felt them on his cheek.

Felt Sam poke him, amused. Eyes soft. Eyebrow still arched.

"Bucky," whispered Sam.

Something in Bucky panicked. Because Sam had to know too. Everyone knew.

This was his chance. His moment. To say the words. Love. Like. Something.

"Wanna kiss you real bad!" blurted Bucky.

Sam cackled.

Bucky could die. Right then. Right now. Just kill him. Let him suffer no longer.

But Sam, surprisingly inexplicably, took Bucky's face in his hands.

"Okay," giggled Sam, leaning closer to Bucky, "Let's do that."

And then it was happening. Sam was kissing Bucky. Lips on lips.

Was this always an option? Bucky should have asked Sam months ago. Years, if Bucky was being honest. He found himself taking lead, Sam moaning in his arms.

"I. Um. I also. Like you?" said Bucky abruptly mid-kiss, and why had that come out as a question?

A dazed Sam blinked away his kiss high, snickering.

"Are you asking me if you like me?" asked Sam in a fit of giggles.

"I like you!" blurted Bucky, feeling his face heat up, "Fuck. Finally. I needed to say that for months."

Sam looked absolutely frazzled.

"R-Really?" asked Sam, some mix of confusion and - was that joy?

Was Sam happy about this?

Bucky pulled Sam closer again, peppering him with kisses.

"I do," said Bucky between kisses, "I love you, I love you, I love you, Sam Wilson."

Sam seemed overwhelmed. A little stunned. But he giggled and held onto Bucky close, hiding his face in Bucky's shoulder as he said, "I love you too, you weirdo. You didn't have to drag me out in the rain to say that."

Bucky kept laughing.

And kissing Sam.

Maybe because he was a man finally released from his curse. Maybe because he hadn't had a good night's sleep in months. Maybe because Samuel Thomas Wilson loved him back.

It was probably the third thing.

Bucky was just happy Sam liked him back.

Loved him back.

And dinner needed Sam. And the world needed Sam. And they'd leave the car soon. But Sam seemed to be okay with Bucky holding him right now. So, Bucky kept holding him. Kept holding the man he loved. Who loved him back.

*****

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[star-ocean-peahen]

fuck. fuck fuck fuck i am fucking terrified. (otherwise known as it's a Really Bad One today folks im literally just yelling into the void on this one take care of yourselves)

my dad. my dad can be really scary when he's mad. he says things that are really scary and he can be rough with me and my sibling when he's angry. i. i figured out that a threat of his from when i was a little kid has left me with a specific fear. i thought about all the times he takes it too far with disciplining us. he doesn't realize how much he's hurting us and i really absolutely truly believe that if he knew he would immediately stop. it's just hard because it's very difficult for him to understand us and himself and we're all exhausted and in a bad mental place.

but i told my therapist about that today and she said what i knew, that that's manipulative and probably emotional abuse, but then she mentioned the government protection system for kids and i hadn't put those pieces together and fuck fuck fuck fuck

when i was in my mid-teens i got my first and only other therapist and she called the government on us without mentioning it to me or my family because i had spoken about digging my fingernails into my arms and about how i felt bad when my parents fought and she decided that those things together (which i did not connect to her and are in fact not connected) necessitated a report and we all were interviewed. i had not realized at the time that the things my dad rarely did were not okay and nothing came of it but i was so fucking terrified that i would lose my family and everything i knew.

and now i know that if i told a protection worker about this my family would be taken apart. that would break my mom she's working so hard to understand why my dad thinks the way he does. (HE'S NOT FUCKING EVIL HE'S NOT PLEASE BELIEVE ME HE'S NOT HE LOVES US SO MUCH HE DOESN'T WANT TO CAUSE PAIN AND HURT HE JUST NEEDS TO FEEL SAFE ENOUGH TO TAKE THE NECESSARY STEPS TOWARDS MENDING HIMSELF AND HIS RELATIONSHIPS HE WANTS US TO BE HAPPY AND OKAY JUST AS MUCH AS WE DO HE WOULD WORK TOWARDS HEALING IF HE COULD HE'S GOOD I LOVE HIM) my mom is trying so fucking hard she loves us so much if we get torn apart because of something i did i don't know if i will be able to forgive myself i don't think i could forgive myself if i destroyed my family.

this therapist says she is not going to report anything yet she just wants call my mom but if she finds something she can't ignore she will have to report us and then i will lose my family. my family could be destroyed if this doesn't go well. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck im not safe anymore the people i love most in the world could lose everything in the next few months my life could be fucking destroyed and there's nothing i can do about it but hope my therapist decides we're working hard enough towards making this better that we can be allowed to stay together. and even if she does that my parents' trust in me and each other will be broken even more.

it's too fucking late why did i say that why did i say that my parents are going to be so scared all because of me because i told her all the gritty details and didnt realize that could fucking doom us.

help i can't do this i can't do this i don't know how im going to be okay or be able to trust my therapist again what am i going to do can i even do anything knowing that i could be losing everything

this is bringing up ALL the traumas and anxieties i feel so much worse what am i going to do fuck fuck fuck

#tw child abuse #tw abuse mention #tw therapy #tw therapy mention #lassie vents #vent #personal

[zhalar]

i was trying to reply to the post of yours i just liked and almost blazed it instead why are the buttons so close to each other.............. aNYWAY i only saw it now, and it feels A Bit weird two weeks later to be like Oh Hey. but. i've never been able to shut up in my life so! Oh Hey. i had to move to your ask box bcs the reply thing's word limit was like shut the fuck up!!! but. so. i don't even have anything useful to say except i'm 24 and started studying for my degree when i was like 19 and i still Don't Fucking Have It and in between i've moved like four times and am almost broke and saurrrr unemployed and Local Employers Hate Area Woman-Ish bcs of my very unsexy mental illness and lack of work experience. and i also fucking hate dishes and cleaning and groceries and everything IS stupid! we could all be eating berries and raising chickens and doing weird art in the woods! and maybe we should! all that to say that your vent was Extremely Relatable. modern society is a harsh maze. and shit's scary!! but i see you. and i'm rooting for you, for what it's worth 🐻🌻🍀🍄💕 and i hope the rest of your summer is good and joyful and everything goes smoothly with school and everything!! <3 good vibes and cheers ✨

YOURE SO SWEET TO REACH OUT TO MY SANGSTY (sad/angsty) VENT-POST OOOHHH places a fresh and washed stone fruit or suchlike of your choice onto your palm as a form of thanks....... im sorry to have left you hanging with my answering this btw, it was my last work day for the summer today and i didnt dare to open the message last night in case i got so distracted that the lateness woulda got me lol. love to plan my every move within the bounds of a work-life schedule. btw fully dying-laughing about the possibility of you somehow accidentally blazing that post CAN YOU IMAGINE DSHFKJGH

im real sorry that the general sentiment of that post resonated, sucks how we're ALL constantly in the trenches, here :-( (and also a bit sheepishly sorry if my vent caused any alarm or whatnot... sometimes it alll just gets to be oh so much and one must air their grievances out to the world unprompted like that. grhyeah..) truly would Shrimply Love To Own Chickens and Thatse It. my viiru&pesonen -fantasy lifted its head once again this summer, i meannnn now thaaaaats what i'd call living!! ffs!!!!

i would never ask you to shut up the reply-feature does Not reflect my views and opinions in case you were wondering. for real this msg brightened this day considerably, youre both a complete sweetheart and so fucking funny for the formatting and tone of this ask, good lord. hopefully you'll have some easier times going forward, typically i wouldnt wish a job onto my worst enemy but i also recognize how that is something thats uhhh, quite valuable actually, indeed, so in that sense im beaming some fking sense into your local employers' brains. [HIRE THEM!!!!!!!! for some NICE TASK!!!!!] I HOPE YOUR SUMMER THUSFAR HAS BEEN COOL AND FUN!!! and that the rest of it/the upcoming august treat you well also <3

#we r holding hands in a lush forest and skipping in a circle we are escaping the horrors of modern living tralalalaa #reply #dykenadjas #needed the good vibes. gonna hold them in my heart tomorrow as the School Times Begin #cant fucking BELIEVE that im going to SCHOOL. AMIKSEEN SIIS. idk ANYTHING about amis-culture theyre going to eat me alive there i think

[pbandjesse]

Last night was actually legitimately scary. We survived but no one slept well. It was a bit of a trial.

After I finished my post and Dante and Allie left the rain would calm down for a bit. Enough for me and James to decide to move back to the tent. Despite the rain and the wind it was still dry. And everything seemed secure.

We would lay and watch videos and talk

The fan was still working and while the rain was strong and the winds would pick up the thunder and lighting went away for the most part and we felt mostly safe.

I would fall asleep pretty nervous but comfortable enough. I woke up when the wind really picked up. It was intense. I asked James to take the fan down just in case because I didn't want it to fall and hurt us.

It was raining again though. It had stopped for a while before we went to sleep. But it was back and I decided that I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep until I went and used the bathroom. It was like 4am and I was like. I gotta.

But I was also still tired and delirious and couldn't get the tent open and panicked. James was slightly startled and fox it for me but I couldn't also close it so I ran through the relatively light rain to the bathhouse.

But it was raining harder when I was done. I decided I needed to get back in the tent fast. James had closed it but I thought I could get it and I didn't realize how large the drops were and by the time I was in the tent I was soaked to the skin. My pajama dress was dripping. My hair was dripping. And I started shivering standing at the end of our air mattresses.

Thankfully I was able to get the dress off without it clinging to much and grabbed something to dry myself off. My flannel shirt was also right there so I was able to get that on but my fingers weren't working and James had to help me I was shivering so bad.

I was able to get back in bed and get cozy but I wouldn't truly fall back asleep. Mostly dozing.

Our tent roof is mostly just screen so while the rain fly did a great job we were getting slightly misted when the rain was being blown by the wind. The rumpl blankets are mostly water resistant and while part of the bottom/foot of the bed for damp we had an extra blanket to cover that and we were able to be comfortable until the rain stopped.

I held James and would eventually text Jess to see how she was holding up. She said everything sounded scary but she was fine and dry. The world though was not.

When we got outside all of the things we had hung up, towels and my dress and bathing suit, were on the ground and soaked. Very very badly soaked. The grill was soaked. Our chair was mostly wet and I was frustrated because the chair and the towels had been in the tent when we were hiding in the car but once the rain stopped before we slept we had put them outside to hopefully dry with the morning shn. But nope, everything was gross.

Thankfully we had brought most of our stuff into the tent though so it was fine. There was a puddle on James's side but that was mostly from when we used the bathroom.

I got dressed and tried to collect myself. And once I did, Jess and James and I would start figuring out how to fix things up. Jess got napkins to dry the table (we forgot papertowels) and James started ringing out the towels while I dried the inside of the tent and assessed if anything was damaged. Thankfully not. We were a pretty good team. Finding the places we could hang stuff and utilizing the sun as it got warmer and warmer.

We were kind of suffering with the heat and humidity all of a sudden though.

We would drap the extra tarps on the next sites table (since no one was here) and check the inside of the tent we had lent to Dante and Allie. Which for the most part was dry and that made me feel slightly better. Like it's still not great but at least I know that the tent can hold up in such horrible downpour. I really wanted to make sure it was dry before we put it away. And I wanted it put away before we went anywhere off camp.

But there was time before we had anything else to do. Our big plan was to go to the light saving station musuem but that didn't open until 10. And since we had all basically been up and fixing up the site since 6 it was still really early.

James would amek us quesadillas. They had a really bad upset stomach though and I felt so bad but they were also being really silly and I kept laughing really hard. But the quesadillas were really good even if the one was pretty badly burnt. Ah well. Jess said hers was awesome and they were able to make coffee today so even though there was no sugar everything seemed good. Even if we were hot.

I would make a bracelet. And I didnt want to move. I was hot and tired and sitting still in the shade that the wet towels being draped on the canopy was the most comfortable place I could find.

But Jess was clearly bored. And hot So I suggested we went to go and check out the playground. I would swing for a bit but Jess was just not having fun and I felt frustrated because I wasn't able to fix things for her but I also was just not my best self being so tired. I would swing and enjoy the breeze it afforded me.

We would walk along the bay for a bit. Up to the camp store. Which was really cute! Some neat magnets and bait and things. And I was able to get a few sugar packets for Jess and James for tomorrow's coffee.

But being in the AC for a few minutes, while lovely, made Jess feel a little worse. Because then it felt even hotter when we went back outside. Which like. Fair.

We would get back to the tent and sat with James and all read for a while. It was nice to have some quiet time all doing the same activity but in our own worlds. And the towels continued to be great shade for the rising sun. But we were still hot. Jess was pretty uncomfortable. She decided she would take a shower. And me and James would go walk to the beach for a bit and come back after. I was curious if the storm washed up anything interesting on the sand.

But no such thing. The sand was wet though and the water cold. But people were out there already. Swimming and fishing. Me and Jess had seen someone with a whole bucket of bait fish he caught with a net. It was a busy morning for everyone, despite how hot it had gotten.

Me and James walked and enjoyed how pretty everything was. It had cooled down for a few minutes. We took pictures and it was just really nice being together. I felt happy. Even when the sun came back and it got very hot again. But there were storm clouds in the distance.

When we got back to the tent it was clear that there might be rain again. It was close to 1030. The musuem was open. But we needed to get everything packed away I'm case storms happened while we were gone.

We did a great job though. We even got the coolers in the tent. Nothing was going to get ruined this time.

And I'm glad we did. It would absolutely get worse later.

We went down the road to the museum though

I felt super cute in my outfit. I had cut the cuffs off the bottom and they were way better that's at. And we got to the museum in high spirits. It has a great gift shop. The staff was really nice. We paid out $4 a piece and got to watch a video about the history. Which was hard for the woman tos set up but I enjoyed once she got it.

We went over to the main building next. It was really interesting to learn about how the precursor to the coast guard essentially became. And how different tools and things were used to save people on the coasts. I was in charge of reading the pamphlet, which walks you room to room, outloud to Jess and James.

The best part was the views from the windows, the second best part was the quilts on the beds. The funniest part was the folk art and goofy whale and dolphin faces that were drawn. Or maybe the fact that they said they would play a life guard themed board game.

But the saddest part was they wouldn't let me go up the to the cupola, where they would see everything that was happening to more quickly save ships.

It was fun though. I really enjoyed it. It was starting to rain while we were in the captains quarters. We watched it for a few minutes but decided it was time to go before it got worse.

And it did get worse. It was coming down in sheets. I don't know what was happening back at the tent but I could only hope it was okay. That we arranged everything well.

We would go into town to have lunch. We had gotten a little wet running to the car and screaming and being silly. But we were also hungry.

We found a little diner/cafe. And the food was actually excellent. And they had an outlet so me and James could charge our phones a little. I was mostly people watching and enjoying our conversations. Some people outside were soaked and I felt bad. But we were dry inside at least.

After we had our very nice lunch we drove to Lewes Delaware to go to a very overpriced antique store. It was fun to look at things but it was entirely to much money. I would get two things that will be gifts. And I would get to dig through a whole tray of sterling charms and you know I was having the best time doing that.

There was weirdness when Jess found a ring she liked and put it on the counter and the shop person put it on and then Jess didn't buy it. It was just kind of a baffling exchange. We headed out of there pretty confused.

But we went for ice cream next. I got the littlest cone of cherry vanilla and that was perfect. Jess for a scoop of dark chocolate. And James got a root bear float with salted caramel ice cream which I got to try a few sips of and was delightful.

We decided to go to the outlets next. First to build a bear, but no luck on the one we were looking for, then to the toy store where I stopped us from buying stuffed animals we didn't need. Then over to a spirit Halloween but it was subpar and their animatronics didn't even move! Silly.

We stopped for the bathrooms next. It was super hot out and my throat hurt form being thirsty. But we had a few more stop.

Besides build a bear me and Jess decided we needed to get matching Crocs. Or at least we would each get a different color croc and exchange one so they are like friendship shoes. And I was excited when we chose the fur lined sandals that I have always really liked. We got a maroon and a light blue. And I already ordered the charms I want online. And I just love our choices so much. It was pricey but we got almost $30 off buying them together and with a little discount because I work in education. Technically. The girl was chill about it. It was fun.

We went to the vans store next. Where Jess got white pants and we hemmed and hawed about what her bogo 50% off item would be. But then I found what is basically a white lab coat with embroidery on it and was like. I want this. So we got those together. It was funny that we both got white things. James seemed to think we were very silly but was happy to be there.

I was very tired and dehydrated. And ready to go sit by the water. We would drive back to the camp site. Talked about nothing. I realized this was the first time we had all camped together and realized how happy that made me. And while I was tired I was also just really happy.

When we got back here thankfully everything was mostly fine. Just wet again. Everything inside the tent was fine. I hung all the towels in better sunny spots and dried off anything that I could. It was very hot again though.

I changed into my bathing suit and my new white lab coat. Jess decided she would lay down while me and James went to the beach to read. So we got our chair and umbrella and walked up there.

James left their phone charging in the bathroom and I didn't realize and it made me uncomfortable so I asked them to go get it. I would wait at our chairs and read. The water was much colder and felt nice for a minute on my feet but I wasn't going to get back in.

And once James was back we read together for an hour. My book is ridiculous and is so ridiculous in some parts I laugh out loud. And then have to read the absurd section to James. I was enjoying my book and really enjoying James's quiet company.

We would go back to the camp site soon after that. Jess was dozing but would wake up when we started moving around. It was decided James would make elotes so they got to work on sorting out the corn. Where we found out water got in the produce cooler and the tomatoes went back but the corn was mostly fine. So James shucked and cut those and me and Jess chilled in the chair. Eventually deciding to shower when James went to go set up a fire at the community fire pit.

They were good showers. But I was still a little overheated after. At least I was clean.

I was frustrated that the bathroom smelled weird. And it turned out it was because there was a footprint of dog poop on the ground. So even though I had just gotten clean I took it up on myself to clean the floor and immediately it stopped smelling so bad. I washed my hands for a very long time. At least I felt better about the space.

We would slowly join James. I would make the short walk a few times to check on them. Brought them water and then ingredients. I pulled out my skateboard to scoot back and forth to make it both faster and more fun. And as a plus the kids at the near by sites thought it was so cool and exclaimed to their parents that I was on a skateboard. It was great. I wish we had more flst smooth areas I could utilize but mainly using skateboards while camping is fine too.

As the sun set me and Jess joined James at the pit. A few little girls were over there talking to them. Which was really cute. Then when James walked away to offer our leftover wood to the group with a lot of teen boys, the girls interrogated us and when 6 and 7 year olds want to know about your life you gotta tell them.

The dinner James made was so good. The corn was incredible. Like the sauce they had made at home was so good. And we would have it on the hotdogs too. We also made smores. The sunset was beautiful. We were being absolutely ridiculous and giggly and silly. But man was I happy.

After dinner we came back here to clean up. Started packing things away. Figuring out charging some stuff. Which has been tough only having one wall box. But it's all good.

Me and Jess watched tiktoks while James did their Spanish. And now we are winding down.

I moved a bunch of stuff to the car. And we packed what we didn't need. And now it is time to rest.

Tomorrow we will go home. This trip was an adventure for sure. But I honestly loved it. And I hope the morning before we leave is fun too.

Goodnight everyone. Sleep well!! Have fun tomorrow.