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miedvma · 6 months

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l. williamson x awfc!r

summary: jealous leah but she’s just a softie really

sharing hotel rooms with daan has always meant being up for anything she would come up with at half-past eleven at night, including painting her nails orange— and, of course, she’d have to paint yours too.

“yeah, for the netherlands!” danielle immediately reasons, her choice of colour still causing a disappointed frown on your face. “cause, you know, oranje leeuwinnen—”

you scoff. “i know, daan! it’s just.. orange is, uh, too much, no? plus, we’re like mid-season now— we should paint it red, for arsenal.”

danielle’s speech is followed by her expressing nothing but displeasure towards your suggestion, arguing that she’s constantly repressed by both her girlfriend beth and your girlfriend leah’s patriotism, insisting that you should stand by your roomie and best friend, getting your nails painted orange to rebel against the proud englishwomen’s system.

there is very little to discuss: dedonk can be particularly persuasive when she wants to win an argument, and so you find yourself with no other option than to settle your hands over her crossed legs and hope that neon bright orange suits you.

—

“hi love” leah peeps as she places a lovingly peck on the side of your neck, sitting down next to you for breakfast.

despite your strict no pda at work rule, the defender can’t really bring herself to be any less affectionate towards the girl she loves the most— and you eventually gave in on that once mutual agreement.

“hi love” you mock her tone, earning a roll of eyes and a shoulder nudge. “hi babe.” you quickly correct yourself, a satisfied smile taking place on your girlfriend’s lips.

as the defender devours her characteristic ham sandwich, her curious sparkly eyes watch closely as you sink a silver spoon on your berries bowl— most noticeably, your hands; more accurately, the weird coloration your fingernails are washed in.

“did you get your nails done?” asks a pouty leah, instantly shoving you out of the conversation you’ve gotten in.

you leave viv and her remarks about the game you’re about to attend on hold and turn your girlfriend, “mmh, do you like them?”

she doesn’t seem to like it. in fact, leah hates it when you get your nails done by yourself and don’t do hers as well— but as this had never happened before, you don’t really have any way of knowing it.

“you got them done without me.” she pouts again, her voice bathing in gloom. “oh, i’m so sorry babes, i’ll get yours done soon as we get home, yeah?” you use your nose to caress her cheek, then her own nose, and then manage to place a millisecond long kiss to her lips— causing the blonde to run out of words, cheeks blushing at the sudden interaction.

nonetheless the flushed older girl’s emotions, it doesn’t take too long before she’s back at cherishing her thoughts on the game ahead of you, herself quite really excited to attend to her favourite london derby.

as the morning progresses and you finally step into the pitch, leah’s excitement seems to fade away. which is a little strange, since you are well aware that beating spurs is still one of her greatest pleasures— so it does turn out weird for her to start acting a bit off out of nowhere, right?

well, not exactly. unbeknownst to you, leah’s got a pretty good reason to keep her distance from you (or at least that’s what she tells herself)—

“leah come on, you’re warming up with me” beth chimed in, causing the other blonde to furrow her eyebrows. “thought you’d team up with daan?”

“yeah no she’s taking the piss cause i said her nails look weird” beth’s eyes rolled as the defender worked the situation out on her head.

unable to settle for the other girls’ silly argument, leah’s gaze perked around the pitch just until she could evidence danielle’s neon orange nail polish.

it hit her harder. you getting your nails done without her? bad. you getting your nails done without her, with daan instead? worse. way worse.

—

“i literally scored a winner and you’re not even going to gimme a kiss?” you pout to your girlfriend, the both of you about to head home in her still parked car.

leah isn’t one to play differently or give any less of herself to win, but as soon as the whistle blew, there was no way of hiding it: the green monster inside her hadn’t really gone away.

“there’s um.. people here,” your girlfriend replies, nonchalant. indeed, there are people around the parking lot— teammates and staffers, all of them knowing about your relationship. besides, it’s not like she had ever cared about being seen anyway.

“right.” you mock her tone, leah giving you a stern stare until she realizes she had done the exact same thing before.

leah drives surprisingly slow, contradicting her clenched jaw and bitten lips. her lack of physical and verbal interaction, particularly in such moments, is highly unusual— especially considering arsenal’s victory, largely because of you. it’s easy for you to sense her irritation, and that is why you don’t exchange any more words the whole way home.

as soon as your girlfriend pulls up to your house you swiftly jump out of the car, hastening your steps to leave the girl alone, hoping some time apart might heal whatever conflict she’s found herself in.

it doesn’t. long after you’ve completed your extended skincare routine (usually a joint activity but not a good idea at the minute) and changed into comfortable clothes (opting not to wear leah’s, just in case), the house remains terribly silent.

your bed is empty when you leave the ensuite bathroom. the corridors are silent, and a peek into the guest bedroom reveals it to be just as empty. stepping into the dining room, you finally spot leah’s still-intact ponytail.

her head hangs down, probably slouched on the sofa; the tv is off, hinting that she’s mindlessly scrolling on her phone. you allow yourself to swallow your pride and prepare sandwiches for both of you before walking towards her.

as you hand her a plate, a mumbled “thank you” is all you get— her eyes still avoid meeting yours, or even your hand.

your girlfriend lets out a sigh before picking up the telly remote and switching on some rubbish reality show in an attempt to dispel the palpable silence— prudent, but ultimately ineffective.

“is something wrong?” you ask, your voice soft as always. leah usually finds your natural tone charming, but this evening even that doesn’t seem to be enough for her to open up about her troubled emotions.

she replies with a simple “nah,” but the distance between you speaks volumes to the contrary: even though the sofa can easily accommodate up to five people, your girlfriend always ensures there’s not a single atom between the two of you.

frustrated by the girl’s nonchalance, you decide to test how far her grumpiness can go. you remove both your plates and place them on the coffee table, hoping she’d take the hint— but she doesn’t. not at all.

the blonde remains in her original position, spread out on the sofa, elbow on the armrest, supporting her head against her fist, eyes glued to the screen, oblivious to your approach.

it is normally up to her to initiate closeness, drawing you in or melding you both together— so the fact that you’re moving closer on your own should prompt her to react, but nothing really happens, so you audibly huff as you stand up to leave the room in nothing but defeat.

“you’re sleeping on that sofa tonight.”

her head shoots up to look at you in disbelief. “no i’m not!”

“oh yes, you are.”

the blonde’s eyes roll back almost instinctively, and you shoot her a sharp look. “hey, no fair! you get other girl’s nails done, and i’m the one who’s supposed to sleep on the sofa?” her voice sounds genuine, yet tinged with frustration— and here she is, leah, in her purest and most absolute form, feeling nothing but betrayed by not having her nails done by her girlfriend.

“oh my god lee, is that why you’re all grumpy?” leah’s eyes dart around the walls, as if pretending you hadn’t just guessed it right. “danielle is my friend, our friend, you know that..” you chuckle, settling down next to her again.

“i know but— it’s our thing! and i mean, you’re pretty and all but that orange is just not it.” the defender glances at you with that one nonchalant expression that always reveals her disappointment, and you can only look back in amusement. how could you ever tire of how adorable she sounds when she’s jealous?

“just so you know, i’m really offended by you saying i don’t suit orange. and i do forgive you for being an asshole today.”

leah folds her arms, her look at you not good— but you had guessed earlier that calling her an asshole might irk her more (she kind of deserves it anyway). “you should be the one apologizing for breaking our rules!” the blonde hisses, though she couldn’t seem more harmless.

either way, you’re never willing to argue with your loving girlfriend. especially when you’re seeking a reward for your hard work after a tough game.

“okay, i’m sorry. i’m so sorry i let danielle do my nails, and i’m sorry i did hers. can i get a kiss now?”

a wide smile brightens the older girl’s face as her hand reaches for your hip, guiding you to lie down on the sofa with her on top of you. as she leans in and you blindly reach for her shoulders, a breathy laugh tickles your face, causing your eyes to widen.

“soon as you take that ugly-ass colour off your pretty nails, babe,” the blonde suggests, thinking she’s hilarious as she pulls herself off the mess she’s already made of you.

you scowl and toss a pillow her way, but she simply shrugs it off, fixed on watching the trashiest show imaginable.

realizing you won’t get any favours from her unless you get rid of the questionable colour on your nails, you rise from the sofa and set off to find some nail polish remover. “want me to bring the red one so i can do yours?”

you spot a smirk forming on the lips of the girl lazily lounging on the sofa. “no need love, gonna save my hands for other kinds of activities now.”

#leah williamson x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #leah williamson #awfc #engwnt

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youraverageaemondsimp · 6 months

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Fierce and Bold // Aemond Targaryen x Reader

warnings: none, fluff, reader is a badass, insults, insecurity, comfort, kissing + not proofread

Summary: The ladies at the keep mocked prince aemond for his appearance, what they didn't expect was to be confronted by you, who was known for your fierce behavior.

WC: 1.3k

A/N: just a small fluff one shot before CF&BD drops cause that is uhm yeah

You were known to be fierce since young, always bold and never holding back what you want to say, ready to confront anyone at any given moment. This caused many men who were looking for wives to completely skip you, because apparently according to them you were considered 'unladylike' a woman who does not know 'her place' but it did not bother you, because you did not want to get married anyway, for the life of solitary is better than being a broodmare for a man whomst you do not love.

But you had caught Aemond's eye, he first heard other men talking about you, mostly negative things and that piqued his interest, he wanted to see you, see the 'rebel' as others called you, by himself.

And as if the gods were on his side, his father, Viserys, threw a grand party in the honour of celebrating the fifth nameday of the twins, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, where your house was also invited.

It was as if the maiden herself entered the room when he saw you stepping in the grand hall, dressed in a beautiful dark blue gown and with it a pearl choker with a sapphire in the middle of it. His breath was caught in his throat as he watched you walk down elegantly, and it was at that moment that he decided that he wanted you all to himself.

“Look at the lady at the corner, the one with the dark blue gown, she reminds me of your sapphire.” Aegon comments dumbly, the wine and ale he had consumed already getting to his head, yet that revelation only made Aemond's desire to claim you further.

You were dancing with a Lord until you stepped backwards and hit a hard surface, you quickly turned back to spot the Prince looking down at you, and you shivered, something about him was so intimidating but also attractive, Aemond gives you his hand to take, asking you to dance in a silent way, and you do. Ditching the poor Lord you were dancing with for him.

And as you both dance, he grabs you by your waist and pulls you close, and for the first time in your life, you felt your heart flutter for a man, “You look amazing, my lady.” he compliments you, and you smile at him, “You too, my prince.” you say it back shyly, “Do you want to accompany me on a walk, my prince?” you did not know where that boldness came from, but you asked, directly looking into his eye, and his mouth dropped slightly in shock at your straightforwardness, he simply smirks and nods and you lead the way.

And soon you both are strolling through the gardens, you're admiring the garden of the red keep, how well it is kept and maintained, you pick up a rose and smell it, smiling contently when the fragrant sweet smell hits your senses.

You both talk quite a bit, it's mostly just you talking to him, enjoying his company more than you thought you would, he is the listener type, while you babble on, perfectly balancing each other out. The path is soon filled with your uncontrolled giggles at his 'jokes' and his face in a wide smile, feeling content and full with you.

But all of that comes crashing down when these three ladies stop in front of you both, greeting Aemond, he simply nods his head and walks past them, and you do the same until you hear them whisper.

“Look at his spoiled attitude, if he wasn't a prince then he wouldn't even be given a shit about.” one of them says.

“Yeah, especially with that hideous scar, and the missing eye, I heard that he looks like a monster without the eyepatch.”

And that's what makes you stop in your tracks and you turn to face them, Aemond had clearly heard them too, and you can tell by the way the huge smile was wiped off his face with those comments, it angered you to no end.

“What did you just say?” you go up to the three and stand in front of them, arms crossed and they scoff while looking at you, “The prince looks hideous?” you question them as you grit your teeth and that's when their expression turns into shock, knowing you both heard them.

“That's not want we-”

“If you have something to say, say it to my face, cowards. And no way you're saying that with such a hideous personality such as yours, spoiled to the core and rotten.” you quip and you watch as the ladies gulp, “Why are you defending him as if he is a lover? Oh my, a scandal?” one of the ladies tried getting back at you, suggesting spreading a rumour that can ruin your reputation but you just raised your eyebrow.

“Really now? That is the best you can do? What did I even expect.” you roll your eyes and uncross your arms. “But to answer the latter question, yes I do like him, in fact I think he is the most attractive man in the entirety of westeros.” you give her a sarcastic smile.

“Apologise to him.” you say sternly and they all look at you confused, “Tell him that you're sorry, and if I were to hear you slandering the prince once again, I will have your tongue, it is my word.” you threaten and they shiver, knowing you, they very well know how you keep your word.

They quickly apologise and scurry off, not wanting to argue against any longer, accepting defeat.

You scoff as you watch them pace back as cowards before you turn to look at Aemond who seemed to be looking at you in a daze,

“And they deem me mannerless, at least i do not go around mocking others for no reason.” you sigh, and go near him, you shake his arm, yet he doesn't budge.

“My prince-? Mhmph!” you're cut off when he slams his lips against yours, pulling you into a deep kiss, and you are confused at first but then you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back, and he groans in the kiss, pulling apart and kissing your cheek, and down your neck, nipping at the flesh.

“Marry me.” he doesn't ask, he commands and pulls you into a tight hug, his body leaning down and face buried in the crook of your neck.

“Of course, my prince.” you accept and he pulls back, giving you a smile before kissing you on the lips once again.

“You are different from all the ladies I've met before.” he says and you furrow your brows, “No my prince, I am the same as them, I am not different, a lady's lady, if you will, I only tend to speak out more and voice my opinions, a bad trait the others deem.” you sigh.

“That's not true, I quite like that you speak out more, and confront others, it is a wonderful trait.” he compliments you and you blush.

“You might be the only man in the history of Westeros who is singing praise about me.” you joke and he smiles, tucking a stray hair strand behind your ear, making you look at him.

“Gevie.” he says and you tilt your head in confusion, he chuckles before pressing a kiss to your forehead, “It means beautiful, in the language of my ancestors.” and you give him a shy smile, looking down.

“I shall ask for your hand in marriage once we get back to the hall, how does that sound?” he asks you for your opinion and you nod.

“It's perfect.”

Y/N L/N, Lady wife of Prince Aemond Targaryen, was known to be sharp, fierce, and bold, which was a trait no man liked. It was speculated that she was a witch who bewitched the Prince to fall for her, but later it was disproved by many other scholars as well as modern world scholars, who quoted ‘Historians just hate a woman who has a personality of her own.’

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #aemond x fem!reader #aemond fluff #aemond x y/n #aemond targaryen x reader fluff #aemond targaryen fic #aemond targaryen x you #aemond fic #aemond fanfiction #house of the dragon fanfiction #house of the dragon fanfic

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badgrrlscoven · 1 year

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Hey hey! May I request headcanons for luz and hunter (separately) with a S/o that's to innocent for their own good but at the same time always manages to get themself into some sort of trouble. (gender neutral pronouns please)

Luz and Hunter with innocent s/o headcanons

a/n: oh i had so much fun doing this! i hope you like this as much as i do, if you want anything changed at all you can message me :)

luz:

- she honestly thinks you’re just super adorable

- this simple thing called common sense goes over your head and to her, you’re just a witch version of king

- def gives you the “who’s a whiddle guy” look when looking at you for too long

- she will tease you relentlessly for your innocence, and again, your dumbass won’t always understand or you’ll pout

- now for the danger part 😭

- Luz believes you can handle yourself just fine but the poor girl also has a hero complex

- she has made to help you with any tussle you somehow manage to get yourself into

- a lot of ‘oh nos’ leave her mouth when you give her the smile that tells her you most likely did something…again

- Luz will most definitely help you from any problem and support you always, but i know for a fact this girl will tease you about it later til’ your whole body is red with embarrassment

- the trouble you always get yourself into is always stupid or because you did/said something stupid

- you’re her ‘innocent whittle bwean’ as she likes to call you in that voice

- you: you know, warden wrath’s face looks like a bunch of mashed snake butts

- Warden Wrath in the distance just staring you down before charging

- Luz, face sweating and dragging you away: ThEy DIdn’T mEAn iT!!!

- conformatorium escapee buddies together

- you both definitely have wanted posters for different things and honestly, it makes Eda very proud

- You have no idea why she’s proud though

hunter:

- in the beginning he’d probably point out how innocent you are, maybe accidentally making you feel stupid but this would never be his intention with you this boy absolutely adores

- (Probably cause he hasn’t really had a chance to experience love just yet and he may be mildly obsessed with you)

- only titan knows how this boy doesn’t lose his mind sometimes

- he completely adored you but you worry him with how innocent you can be

- honestly, you both probably have the whole ‘dumb x smart’ dynamic going on (you’re not stupid, just super naive but super cute so dw)

- this boy will be explaining something and if a question pops in your head, you ask it. sometimes he’ll pretend to me irked, but he loves sharing any information he knows

- SO MUCH FLUFFFFFFF

- he knows he’s uptight sometimes but he tries his best with you to grow and be lenient with your innocence

- it’s honestly a surprise when you two start officially going out because he is a very big rules and authority person abut because of the trouble you get into it’s sort of out of the norm for him

- you’re his little way of rebelling against belos even if you may not realize it :)

- now, after the whole belos ordeal and you’re all in the human realm hunter would be different around you a bit

- More laid back and chill

- he’s such a smartass about your innocence, cracking jokes about your questions and acting a bit of a know it all

- He’d be happy to answer questions you have without problems

- his ass would trick you and answer the questions wrong and would just watch the chaos that would ensue from this

- flustered.

- that is the only word to describe this boy and how your innocence affects him

#golden guard x reader #the owl house x reader #toh x reader #the owl lady #toh golden guard #hunter the owl house #hunter toh #incorrect toh quotes #toh belos #toh the collector #Toh Luz x reader #toh luz #toh headcanon #headcanons #toh headcanons #scenarios #yandere toh

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jinnie-ret · 7 months

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HIII so I'm the one who asked Abt the sister reader and I wanted to rq a older brother skz x adoptive little sister reader where shes 15 and cusses a lot and is always getting into trouble like piercing her ears without anyone knowing, loud introvert, things like that and how they react to it? Love ur writing btw!🫶🏻🫶🏻

rebel

stray kids x adopted sister!reader

genre: fluff

content warnings: none

word count: 0.6k

summary: the boys are too used to their little sister's rebellious ways by now, but that doesn't stop them from worrying every now and then.

Hi thank you so much!! I hope you enjoy this one! :)

As always, like, reblog if you enjoyed, and my asks are open for any requests you may have. And let me know if you'd like to be tagged when I post :)

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You had just arrived back to the dorms in the morning after coming back from your friend's house and spending the day with them all yesterday. It was silly of you to think that that boys wouldn't be awake at 10am in the morning.

"Ah, Y/N, nice of you to come home," Changbin says sarcastically, arms folded as he leans against the kitchen counter.

"It's not that late...?" you tried to get around the awkward situation, as you saw all of the boys eating breakfast with their phones out, and if you looked closer you would have noticed they had it open on the groupchat they had with you, waiting for a message to know when you'd be back.

"You could have told us you'd be ok," Han sighed in relief, coming up to you and affectionately stroking your hair back, but his fingers caught your ear, where you had gotten your second set of piercings done.

"Ow," you winced, causing him to raise a brow at you.

"You good?" Felix stood next to him, the September twins wondering what was the matter.

"Yeah, yeah, it's nothing," you shrugged them off and hopped onto the kitchen counter, nicking a piece of toast from Hyunjin's plate.

"I'll let that slide only because we were worried about you," Hyunjin sighed, still giving you the side eye despite his comment.

"Why were you worried?" you bit into the toast.

"Maybe because we haven't heard from you since 2am? What were you doing up at that time anyways?" Chan sighed, walking up to you and getting up from his seat at the table.

"Just watching films and that," you shrugged, mistakenly brushing your hair back.

"Oh, and what else did you get up to?" he frowned, huffing out a breath though his nose as his finger brushed against your new piercing.

"Ow... fine I got my seconds done," you admitted, looking away.

"With what money?" Jeongin laughed, "you only went to that local gig with your friends recently, and you can afford to have another piercing?"

"There was a discount! I got it done for ₩15,000!" you said happily, feeling like you had gotten a bargain.

"Oh dear, well hopefully you've got enough money left to pay for antibiotics when you get an infection," Minho wrinkled his nose.

"What do you mean?" you frowned.

"₩15,000?! That's too cheap, who knows if the metal is good quality, or if it was sterilised," Seungmin spoke up.

"Ah, well, I'm sure it'll be fine, only live once don't you?" you waved off their concerns.

"Yep, with infected gunky ears," Hyunjin patted your head.

"Stopppp," you whined at their teasing. But you didn't expect anything less from your brothers.

"Look, next time just tell us where you are and if you're ok, yeah?" Chan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Yeah, Felix thought you died," Changbin giggled.

"I did not! I just thought she got kidnapped..." Felix trailed off after his attempt at defending himself.

"You do worry about me a lot," you laugh poking Felix's cheek.

"You're still a child, of course we worry," he hugs you to him.

"Ah, I'm not that young, I'm mature enough," you smile at them all.

"Yeah right, we still hear you cursing like a sailor when you're on the phone," Seungmin exposed you with a smirk.

"Who corrupted our baby y/n?" Han shook your shoulders, making you almost dizzy.

"Ok, ok, calm down," you giggled at him.

"I remember when you were 11 years old, so innocent, and now look at you," Changbin cried out, putting on a fake emotional voice as he covered his face.

"Such a rebel now," Hyunjin laughed, shaking his head at the scene in front of him, as Felix clung onto you and Han, Jeongin and Minho where now inspecting your piercings.

tagged: @skz-streamer @backintomykpopphaseagain @hannahhbahng @kiraisastay

#skz #stray kids #stray kids x reader #skz fluff #skz x reader #skz angst #straykids imagines #stray kids fluff #skz fic #stray kids imagines #skz sister #stray kids sister

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kotir-propaganda · 10 months

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Mossflower has so much going for it, like I’m not even being biased because my blorbo is in it. I will die on the hill of it being Best Redwall Book for several reasons.

-It’s as early Redwall as you can get without actually being Book 1. As such, it avoids a lot of subjects and patterns that would later become repetitive tropes... but it also avoids the Book 1 jankiness of horses and human structures and the implied existence of Portugal. The world as we will come to know it feels more or less fully realized here. The abbey’s not here yet, but its foundation literally is- and we also get our first look at Salamandastron and the extent of Mossflower Wood as a whole.

-It has some of the most solid protagonists around. The legendary hero Martin is here, but he’s at a low point for most of the story and has to work his way up to that legacy! And this is where he does it, this is what future Redwallers remember him for, not the events of Martin the Warrior. Also, Gonff is here? Hello? Maybe the single most charismatic character in the series? Not to mention Dinny, how often does a humble mole actually get to go on a quest in these books?

-This isn’t even getting into how badass all the rest of the woodlanders are, too, but... they absolutely are. This is a small band of rebels that’s been driven from their little houses, they don’t have the luxury of those huge sandstone walls to protect them, but they’re still fighting like hell and outsmarting their enemies to boot. Some of them are seasoned fighters, but some of them are just ordinary families, all banding together to take back their homeland. And they keep it up the whole time! They’re not just waiting around for a guy with a sword to tell them what to do!

-The villains are probably the most nuanced in the whole series. Seriously. There are four whole wildcats here (don’t forget Sandingomm!) and only ONE of them is unquestionably evil. It’s absolutely implied that Verdauga was a fearsome warlord in his day, but if nothing else, he raised ONE kid who turned out to be about as Lawful Good as you can get, and he actually scolds Tsarmina for being mean to her brother!! I wish we could have spent a little more time with Verdauga, honestly, I have so many questions for this man.

-There are a decent handful of morally grey characters here, actually. Chibb spies for the woodlanders, but he’s not the most dependable and is motivated by payment more than sympathy to their cause. Snakefish allies with our questing heroes, but he minces no words in warning them that he’ll just as soon eat them if it comes down to it. Even Argulor is really just out here looking for a bite to eat and can you really blame him, because ashleg is a snack

-Tsarmina herself is irredeemably cruel, but even still there are multiple facets to her. On one hand, she’s scary- big and powerful and ready to rip into anything/anyone with her bare claws. At the same time she can be a clever strategist when she wants to be- poisoning her father and framing her brother, and later manipulating two of her obstacles, Argulor and Bane, into taking each other out. And still yet it can be kind of funny to watch her in action, as she gets humiliated by the resistance on multiple occasions. And maybe there is even a little pathos there, as we see her mind start to slip, and get some glimpse into the deep fear and paranoia that completely overtake her at the end.

-There are just great supporting characters on both sides. Mask is amazing, Fortunata is fantastic. And yeah, Blorbo Supreme Ashleg is here, and I don’t NEED to write a whole essay about him to promote Mossflower as a whole but... having him here is nice! It helps!! May we all follow his example and pursue happier lives for ourselves!!!

-Mossflower laid the foundation for so many events and characters of later books. I mean yeah, it’s a prequel. It’s there to support the first book and by extension, everything that comes after. But so many other great titles in the series have a direct line to Mossflower, from Outcast to Long Patrol to Lord Brocktree and more. Did you enjoy those books? You’re welcome. The threads were already there, just waiting to be expanded upon.

-at one point a wooden leg gets used as a projectile weapon and if you don’t think that’s the best thing ever, I don’t know what else to tell you buddy

#redwall #mossflower

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kazoosandfannypacks · 6 months

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sabezra week: day 1: in-between

during the decade in between, sabine helps the rebellion defeat the empire, but after the new republic is started, she's a rebel without a cause, until ahsoka suspects some force sensitivity in her and takes it upon herself to train her. after the death of sabine's family, ahsoka worries her grief will lead her down a dark path and stops training her. a rebel without a war, a mandalorian without a clan, and no longer a jedi- a keeper of the peace she's now trapped in- sabine spends most of her time on lothal, wondering if there's any way she can find ezra and bring him back home.

during the decade in between, ezra finds the noti and joins their clan, initially communicating with them via the force, but eventually adapting to their language, and swapping stories with them to pass the time while he waits for sabine to bring him back home.

headcanons and taglist below the cut. do not repost moodboards!

Sabine's loth cat, Murley, is nicknamed Cyar Kaysh Mirsh Solus [two mando'a phrases meaning: "beloved" and "his brain cell is lonely"] because of how much he reminds her of Ezra.

Anytime Ezra has a stupid idea, he hears a sarcastic little voice in the back of his head calling him out for it, and usually calling him a D'ikut, or some other Mando'a insult. That's part of why, when Sabine's with him again and makes a sarcastic and self-confident remark, all he can think to say is "I've missed you."

Sabine paints the walls in the tower on Lothal a lot, usually things that she knows Ezra won't mind when he gets back, but occasionally one or two things that'll annoy him in a half-sincere attempt to spite him out of hiding.

Ezra attempts to learn to draw/paint so that he can impress Sabine when she finds him. A lot of his early attempts were horrible, but by the time she gets there, he's quite good for someone with his limited resources, and he has a not-too-bad mural of the ghost crew etched in the wall of his mobile home.

Though she wouldn't even admit it to herself, part of the reason Sabine wanted to become a Jedi was to find a connection to Ezra though the Force.

Part of the reason Ezra worked on his proficiency in combat without lightsabers was because he half-expected Sabine to have lost his lightsaber over the course of their separation.

Sabine's family noticed how downtrodden she was at losing Ezra and asked about him, but she told them she didn't have feelings for him. Tristan asks her about it later, and and she tells him the truth, but her secret dies with him a couple days later.

Ezra tells the Noti all kinds of stories about what happened before he got to Perida. Naturally, their favorite stories are the ones that he seems the most excited when he's telling, so they ask him a lot to tell him stories about his friend Sabine.

Jacen loves hearing stories about his ghost crew family. One time while Sabine's watching him, they sit at the table drawing while she tells a story about his Uncle Ezra. Jacen, without even looking up from his coloring page, asks Sabine if she loved him. She's a little startled and deflects the question, but in that moment, she almost said yes. She hadn't even told herself that until that moment.

The language the Noti speak is a little different from basic. It throws Ezra for a loop when one of them asks to hear about his "girl friend Sabine" until he realizes that the Noti word for a romantic partner is completely different, and they were merely referring to his friend, Sabine, who is a girl. He has to admit though, he likes the sound of that phrase.

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#gonna try to do a different kind of media each day for sabezra week! wish me luck!#also if you saw me accidentally post this at 12:06 am and then delete the whole thing and then redraft and post it again... no you didn't.#sabezraweek2023 #sabezra #sabine wren #ezra bridger #ezrabine #ahsoka series #star wars rebels #ahsoka spoilers #kazzy's moodboards #headcanon

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Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic Prime, Character Analysis - Part 8)

Welcome to Part 8 of what started as Shadow's character analysis, but also turned into analysis of Sonic in relation to Shadow, as well as me just gushing over the Sonadow ship coz I find it cute.

This post covers the finale of Sonic Prime, Episode 23: From the Top, but this won't be my last post, because I decided to make one more, featuring something of a Final Conclusion to Shadow's story in Sonic Prime.

Well, either that, or I'll just write a bunch of headcanons in regards to what happens after the finale.

So, let's dive in!

Starting from the last episode, the only thing that remained of The Grim is Nine's citadel, with Sonic still fighting Nine, only to finally realize what Nine had truly wanted, understanding his desires. He tries to talk things out with Nine, when suddenly, the cavalry arrives.

''It's over Nine!''

I mean, they didn't really have anywhere else to go besides into the citadel even if they weren't here to beat up Nine for what he had done.

''Get back! Don't make me destroy you all!'' ''Is that what you want? More destruction? Look outside!'' *Nine looks at The Void outside the citadel, devastated*

'I'm sorry for everything Nine. I missed my home so much and was so focused on getting it back that I didn't listen to what you wanted or appreciate what you were trying to do. I never meant to hurt you.''

Just like Shadow, Sonic too has completed his own character growth, admitting and apologizing for hurting Nine. He has learned a lot about communication and how refusing to listening to other people can have devastating consequences.

''Stop! Everyone stop! This isn't the solution!''

Sonic goes so far to protect Nine from his own allies, showing a great deal of maturity. He knows when he has to stop the battle, being the voice of reason by pointing out how they have no time left and there will be nothing to fight over. All he wants is for this to stop.

Nine also understands how bad the situation was, apologizing for what he had done and noting how, without a great sacrifice, reality as they know it will be over. As everyone mourns their loss, we see this little exchange.

''Not yet!''

While I'm not certain whether Sonic saw Shadow's little nod, I know that he is aware that there is one more thing he can do. He has the remaining Prism energy, and he is willing to sacrifice his own life to stabilize the Paradox Prism and fix reality.

''You'd do that? After everything I-'' ''What are friends for?''

Sonic assures Nine that it's fine, and what I love about this moment is how he looks over to Shadow, once again seeking assurance. This will be dangerous for him, and he needs support. One could even interpret this as ''If I'm gone, take care of everything'', with Shadow affirming that he will.

Sonic then begs everyone to leave Nine alone, while also telling Nine not to cause trouble anymore. Rebel agrees with this, knowing they have no other choice. Now, they have to trust Nine. However, if he removes the energy, Sonic might fall apart.

''What about Shadow?'' ''Shadow wasn't there for the shatter event. He blipped into this reality. But I shattered the Prism.'' ''And without the Prism energy binding him...''

Gotta love how Rebel is willing to throw Shadow under the bus. Admittedly, she probably was wondering whether he too had the same Prism energy, at least until Sonic explains it that, no, he doesn't. He then admits to shattering the Prism, taking responsibility for his actions.

I'm certain that in this moment, Shadow was quite proud of Sonic.

Nine then starts the extraction, and it's obviously quite painful for Sonic. Once it's complete, he faints, seemingly dead.

Look at Shadow's expression here. This is the look of someone whose heart has just been shattered in a million pieces. He just watched Sonic sacrifice himself to fix reality, not even knowing whether he will survive, and he couldn't do anything. Shadow genuinely cares about Sonic, reaching out for him, but when there's seemingly no response, his ears droop and he looks crushed.

Shadow knows that Sonic has been in many rough situations, but now, he doesn't even know whether he is alive or dead. Hell, maybe he was also dealing with flashbacks of another loss he had suffered. Who knows? But, it is certain that at this point, he cares so much about Sonic and he doesn't want to lose him.

Fortunately, Sonic is still alive, but only barely. The only thing that kept him like this was the Paradox Prism energy, but now that he's gone, he became similar to his friends at Ghost Hill. To make things worse, he is also fading, meaning he doesn't have much time left.

Unfortunately for everyone, the Chaos Council, being Eggman's Shatterverse Variants, decide to betray everyone.

''Stand down, edgelord!''

Of course they had to throw in at least one edgelord insult for Shadow.

Fortunately for everyone involved, all of the Chaos Council members have egos the size of a skyscraper, so they quickly get into a fight with each other.

''Hold on, Shadow. Let's see how this plays out.''

Shadow wants to throw down hands with the Chaos Council, but is stopped by Rebel, who basically tells him to kick back, relax and get some popcorn while the Chaos Council members fight each other. And Shadow actually listens instead of going for the violent option.

With Nine opening the portal to The Void and the Mr. Dr. Eggman starting to blast everything, it is clear that they need to just end this pitiful situation.

''How about now?'' ''Knock yourself out.''

I just love how Shadow respects Rebel enough to ask her for permission to go beat up the Chaos Council. He was so itching for this fight and it had to be cathartic for him.

With the Chaos Council gone, Nine fixes the Shatterspaces, and the Paradox Prism vanishes.

Green Hill, Sonic and Shadow's home, is back, and now, they have to leave as fast as possible, because Sonic's time is running out. After saying their goodbyes...

....and hugging Nine for good measure, Sonic leaves with Thorn and Birdie, who want to bring him home.

We then get this moment.

''Oh! I suppose you need a ride too!''

They frigging forgot about Shadow! *laughs her ass off*

I just love how Shadow just responds with a ''hmph'', reverting back to his usual closed-off self. Sure, he can show emotions around Sonic, but everyone else doesn't get to see the softer side of him.

That, and he probably didn't want to ask for help to return home.

Admittedly, it is good that Black Rose and Rusty Rose got the ship to get Shadow to Sonic and Thorn, since Birdie got injured from the crystals.

At this point, Shadow knows that they have not much left, as Sonic is barely holding on and Black Rose's ship can't get any faster.

''Black Rose! You've brought us far enough. I'll take it from here!''

Shadow is the only one fast enough to bring Sonic to the safety of Green Hill, finally getting to do his part in saving Sonic's life.

''Goodbye, Roses...''

I'm not crying, somebody's cutting onions!

When Sonic goes down, Shadow has no other choice but to carry him bridal-style, now speeding through The Void as fast as he can. He is determined to save him, and I'm certain that he feels that creeping sense of panic, his heart beating faster as he realizes that he only has seconds left.

''I never knew you were a hugger.'' ''Do you want me to save you or not?''

God, this scene would be so adorable if it weren't for the fact that Sonic is dying. Like seriously, I was in a state between ''Oh, no!'' and ''Just kiss already!''

It is just like Sonic to get one last quip in, even on death's door, and it's to basically banter/flirt with Shadow. Shadow responds, probably relieved to see that there is still a bit of life in Sonic left, and we can see Sonic smile for a brief moment at his response, before fainting, his arm falling down, now limp.

Shadow has a look of terror on his expression, realizing that he's losing Sonic and quickly speeds up.

''HANG ON, SONIC!''

Shadow creates at least four sonic booms with the speed he had managed to achieve, flying through The Void and towards Green Hill, tightening his grip around Sonic. He is not going to let him go, shouting for him to hang on.

Then, he enters the gateway to Green Hill, and we see only white.

Fortunately, they make it through, with Sonic finding himself just in the moment before he shattered the Paradox Prism, elated to see that everything had gone back to normal, and even hugging Dr. Eggman because, yes, he missed him too.

He also shows off what he had learned, sticking close to his friends as they fight Eggman, only to spot someone familiar at the entrance to the cave.

It's Shadow, and he's gotten back the Chaos Emerald he lost to The Void. I suppose this confirms that time has indeed been reset.

We also know that Sonic and Shadow have retained their memories of the Shatterverse, both communicating with just a look about their plan to protect the Paradox Prism.

''This world is mine!'' *Shadow Chaos Controls on top of the Paradox Prism* ''Huh? Shadow? What the heck are you doing here?!''

''I am the Ultimate Lifeform. I go wherever I want.'' ''Wh-huh?'' ''CHAOS CONTROL!''

And that's how Eggman's plan got foiled. Sonic mocks him, he curses the day and leaves, and Sonic's friends probably wonder what the hell had happened.

Gotta say, if Shadow and Sonic had communicated about this back in Episode 01, none of the Shatterverse Adventure would've happened... I guess.

Sonic decides to relax on the beach with his friends, only to deal with a new threat (probably Dr. Eggman coming back with a new scheme) and the adventure continues, while the viewers are left with many unanswered questions, like what did Shadow do with the Paradox Prism and moreover, does the Shatteverse still exist, because what happens here resembles a lot the events of Sonic the Hedgehog (2006), where the time has been reset.

Also, I wish that Shadow had been in this group shot, because he really deserved to be added as a member of Sonic's team. Or at least we could've gotten one more moment between him and Sonic where they reflect on their adventure.

Rest assured, this adventure was great and watching Shadow and Sonic both grow as characters, and show a new level of appreciation, care, understanding and respect for each other was amazing.

Not to mention all the Sonadow moments sprinkled in-between that left the shipping community quite satisfied, giving us enough fuel until the inevitable when we finally get to Sonic Movie 3.

Tune in next time for my Final Conclusion!

#Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic Prime, Character Analysis - Part 7)

#Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic Prime, Character Analysis - Final Conclusion)

#Sonic the Hedgehog Analyzer (Masterlist)

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What am I without her? (James version)

James x lost boys daughter

Content: how has readers absence affected the blonde rebel whose heart she took with her?

Warnings: guilt, suicidal thoughts, thoughts of murder, yearning, max’s tough love

It had been two months since you left

It had been eight weeks since you left

It had been fifty six days since you left

It had been 1344 hours since you left

Since you escaped

James knew this, he knew this because he incessantly watched his watch tick by and every hour that went by he would add to his mental clock of how long he had been without you.

At first, he denied that you were gone. He was sure that David would catch you before you could even reach Michaels car.

But when he saw the beams of sunlight enter the entrance of the cave behind David’s crouched body, he knew you were gone.

Then came the overwhelming rage that consumed his every thought. He had so much built up anger which he blamed on many things, you for running away, David not catching you, faith for not telling your fathers fast enough, faith for telling your fathers, himself for not holding onto you tighter and himself for holding onto you at all.

This rage caused him to act out at every possible opportunity, he couldn’t work at the video store for weeks because his overwhelming desire to hurt himself or others around him was to strong to resist and every passer-by were just extensions of his anger.

Then came bargaining. He convinced himself that if he somehow cleaned up his act that you’d come back. He stopped smoking, he combed back his hair, he wore less of his leather clothes and dressed more like micheal did. For days on end he acted like he was better, like he was the best possible option for you in the hopes that you’d come back and fall into his arms again.

When this didn’t work, he pleaded with max to make him use his vampiric powers to put James in your dreams like he had done before. He just wanted to see you again, just to know you were safe and that there was no one around you that could love harm you. Max put his foot down and refused, he was already mourning the absence of the only person in his family that he loved and he didn’t have the mental energy to entertain James’s plans to only mentally torture you further.

After that plan failed, James fell into a depression. He wouldn’t leave your bedroom in maxs house, he barely even left your old bed as he pressed your shirts to his nose to make it so he could memorise your already fading scent.

It reminded him of you still, he finally understood the feelings you felt when you would go into one of your depressive episodes and he would lay next to you in the hopes that his mere existence would make you happy again. But now he understands, he understands the pain that you felt and he understands the overwhelming feelings that you admitted to him and the thoughts of just ending it all by simply taking some pills and going for a long sleep.

His thoughts were split into a raging war inside his own mind. Parts of him tried to reassure himself that trying to keep you home was the right thing to do and that he just wanted to make sure you could be safe in his eyesight, but he knows that’s a lie.

He knows he tried to keep you for his selfish wishes, the same way that a pet owner will trap exotic birds in golden cages and use the excuse of luxury as an exception for the cruelty of the confinement. And you were his sweet song bird.

Max knew of James’s selfish actions on that day, and while understood the extent of James’s love, it was unacceptable in max’s eyes.

Their once close relationship had grown rough and tense as the days passed. Until it came to a head on day.

James had stood in front of max with a new sense of purpose as he asked for a simple answer to his problems

“Turn me into a vampire” he had asked with desperation in his tone “turn me into a vampire, and I can find her and bring her home”

Max refused, his head practically burst as the rage he had felt build up since your absence found its release.

He saw James request as entirely selfish and ignorant to the cost. Max knew at that moment that he was talking with a naive child, and not the man he had kept under his roof for half a year now.

He threw James out with a simple look of shame and disappointment at another failed attempt to create the perfect family. James pleaded for a second chance but he was only rewarded with a pointed answer.

“Your love has grown poisonous, it infects and destroys everything you care about and I won’t let my granddaughter be another thing you kill in the process of finding your selfish happiness” max had said firmly “she is worth more than to be a kept pet, that girl could have the world at her feet if she so much as thought about making it her goal and I will not allow her potential to be wasted on an obsessive love that can only lead in her being kept like a toy who you choose to play with”

James saw max as a father figure in his life, he would never admit it but he does. But even that admiration didn’t stop James from envisioning himself staking max in the heart and enjoying watching the life fade from his eyes.

James resisted the urges to hurt the once significant mentor as he turned away and decided on a new plan.

This plan felt more like insanity with James every movement down to the cave, but he’d never felt more desperate for a solution to his yearning.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He heard David’s voice call out in a mixture of anger and confusion before he felt his back slam against the cave walls and he felt David’s hands grip the front of his jacket “you have a lot of fucking nerve”

James gazed at David’s face and almost flinched in shock at the state of him. The once king of Santa Carla had been reduced to a lowly shadow of his once proud self. His presence that had once oozed power and danger, now seemed to bring forward an aura of anger and desperation.

The once proud king of Santa Carla had lost his heir, and has now fallen from his paradise.

James looked once more at David’s snarling face before sighing and looking at him with a firm sense of purpose.

“Turn me” James commanded desperately “turn me and I’ll bring our girl back home”

#slashers x reader #lost boys x reader #lost boys x child reader #poly lost boys x reader #yandere lost boys x reader #platonic lost boys x reader #dad lost boys #yandere lost boys #the lost boys #lost boy x reader

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idontwanttospoiltheparty · 24 days

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An (incredibly long) "I want"-style song dedicated to the most unruly of trios: John Lennon, Paul McCartney, and George Harrison.

The setting is the late 50's – it's deliberately a bit of a mish-mash :-)

Lyrics below the cut!

John: Green Paul: Blue George: Purple P&G: Pink J&P: Red JP&G: Neutral Liverpool gave up on me the first day of preschool Teachers called me unruly cause I don't suffer fools And my aunt who says she can't believe I’d throw it all away Quarrybank, that school for cranks suspended me the other day

All those lads who quit this band to learn a proper trade Think that I don't understand the facts of getting paid But you both see, It's them not me, it's us and this here prophecy

Do you see us five years on – well Maybe three, that's sort of long As they're writhing for our songs And “Your group's on now, John "

Earning some preposterous wage Free of this less-town-more-cage As we enter center-stage In our gold disk age

And the birds will have to queue For a single peck at you Then, emboldened by the view Watch them molt on cue

And all we need is not to quit, They'll call us Great Britain's Newest stars, brand new guitars, guaranteed not to split

Picture us: the favourite band With a record deal in hand Going deaf from screaming fans As per my new masterplan

Where we going, fellas? Where we going? Where we going, fellas? Where we going? (To the topper-most of popper-most of popper, to the topper) To the toppermost of the poppermost!

I hear music in my head Wherever I go It's like it's bursting out my soul It's something I cannot control

Every night When I get home I watch dad roll his eyes "Heard of this thing called a comb? " I sigh as he implies That mum would be So unhappy and so disappointed in me

Meanwhile I can't drop this tune However inopportune There's a decade dawning soon Shooting for the moon

And John may seem unreasonable But his dream is feasible Sometimes yes, guess he's a gull I'll appease him though

And then I see how for we're come Joined, we're greater than our sum See, the rhythm's in the strum Of the guitars and then some

Playing my part in your vision, I'll Grab a pen, so much to discover Let's produce another Lennon-McCartney original

For the day he and John met And Yes George, I didn't forget! We become a matching set Writing tete-a-tete

Where we going, Johnny? Where we going? Where we going, Johnny? Where we going? (To the topper-most of popper-most of popper, to the toppermost) And where do I fit in? And when do I come in? Is there a spot for me at the To the toppermost of the poppermost!

I'm the youngest, there's no day when they let me forget But the part Paul will not say: I'm their safest bet See the fact is they don’t practice systematically like me I know my chord charts, strings, fretboard, parts of my soul, sorted by key.

Still the world is their playground And I am watching from the fence I can't yet jump with confidence But mum taught me about patience

I still feel Julia's arms around me every time I play What would my mum say? (She tells me) Anything I set my mind to (She taught me everything) The heights I'll climb to (She wanted everything) My time soon Anything to prove I'm worth it (Wouldn’t approve) Move the earth, they'll learn…

I had to learn to be the only one believing in me And ever since she's gone, I can hardly stand it (Mum says I can stand it) No one understanding (Don’t quite understand it) The thing she saw in me

And dad, he just wants me to be practical She’d call me her rebel without applause and tell me Just keep making noise, always play in your own key I will wait patiently He may believe in me but not my choice They will have no choice but to love me

Where we going fellas? Where we going? To the toppermost of the poppermost!

Liverpool has no idea what’s coming Liverpool will never be the same They’ll put up posters of us Like on this truck John, that’s a bus! Put your glasses on, Jesus! And dad will be non-plussed when Walking down the street he’ll see John (John), Paul, George (George) of the… Johnny and the Moondogs… What! Definitely not. The Shoes! The Quarrymen… Nononononono, JaPaGe3!

Insert band name here.

Liverpool has no idea what’s coming Liverpool will never be the same When they all see us one as three the blasphemous song trinity.

Everybody’s bitching Where’s that old ambition That got you essay prizes and into the institute? I’m not a delinquent I’ve just been rethinking No one realizes I’m still just as resolute Just keep making noise Always play in your own key They will have no choice But to love me

Anything I set my mind to The heights I’ll climb to My time soon Anything to prove I’m worth it Move the earth They’ll learn from me.

Where we going, fellas? Where we going? Where we going, Johnny? Where we going, fellas? Where we going? (To the topper-most of popper-most of popper, to the topper) And where do I fit in and when do I come in? Toppermost of the poppermost.

#the beatles #beatles #you would not believe how much time went into this lmao #or maybe you would #GOOODNESSS #main-tagging this. I've Earned It!#also sry if the colours are fucked up it's tumblr's fault not mine I corrected this twice already #my voice #fiona.docx #fic #friends.jpg

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Don't mind me, just talking about Shadow as being on the autistic spectrum, and how his portrayal in the games and anime (before 2010s era) reflected this even if it was never outright stated.

(TIME FOR A CHARACTER ANALYSIS ABOUT SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG)

When I was in high school, I struggled a lot in social situations, I'd go completely stiff and just watch people. I had a "resting bitch face", I never really could have conversations and seemed to just fixate on things. I'd make observations that irritated people. I'd ask "why" a lot. (Asking why or even asking 'obvious' questions seemed to make people think I was questioning their judgment, or that I was challenging them. But no, I just didn't understand and wanted clarification. I still run into this a lot and I wish people would stop assuming I have ulterior motives. I just wanna understand stuff better cause it doesn't connect for me. Even if it seems obvious. I'm the genius that asked my mom why she was crying at her dad's funeral when I was 11. It's not that I didn't understand why Grandpa was gone, I knew he passed away, but it hadn't really landed for me, and my brain registered my mom's sadness before it registered the why.)

I didn't like small talk (still don't) and would rather every interaction have a specific purpose. You'd never catch me at a party and I didn't think drinking or drugs looked fun or interesting. The act of rebelling didn't interest me either. The few interests I did have were something I'd always go back to, and I couldn't function without them. (For me, drawing has always been a huge part of my life and if I didn't have a pencil or pen and paper, then I couldn't hear. I know, very weird. If I were doodling or just even had my sketchbook open, I could study a lot easier. In High school, my teachers started telling me to put the sketchbook away, and my grades plummeted because my attention did, too. Trying to tell them just kind of led to the same old "well everyone else can't doodle so you can't either". I wasn't in any of the special ed stuff because I guess I masked too well.)

Sonic 06 and Sonic X have the same characterization for Shadow, especially in Japanese, and I think that's honestly the best he'd ever been-- he's quiet, he's reserved, he observes and he doesn't like to "waste time". Not because he's edgy, not because he's a jerk or too serious, but because he struggles in social situations and he's more introverted. He doesn't want to be the centre of attention, he doesn't enjoy any of that. Shadow also behaves like an adult, and I'm sure a ton of us on the spectrum have heard that before, that we're very mature for our age. In reality, we can't relate with our peers and have very fixated interests that don't really expand to other things. Limited interests and we just wanna do stuff tied to that. We know so much about that one thing or those things, but those things won't get you ahead in school. Unless you're LUCKY and your fixation is math, oy vey! (My fixation was etymology. I loved learning and knowing where words came from. Useful for 2 seconds in English class, quickly loses its usefulness in a skill-oriented world.)

I don't even think he's naturally boastful, at least he wasn't since SA2 (when he was an antagonist), but Sonic brings out a competitive side in him. Sonic brings out the childhood-self that he lost to trauma and being sealed away. Shadow never got to be a normal kid/adult. He has always had expectations placed on him. I think Sonic really brings out a side of him that even surprises himself. It's why he will even say very often "What am I doing?" or "This is such a waste of time!" but he won't STOP… Because he's having fun and doesn't know how to describe his own feelings. Shadow's the type who'll say "I'm fine" no matter what state he's in when you ask if he's okay. My spouse is like this actually-- I can often tell when he's feeling down, but he doesn't know how to describe emotions beyond functional things like "i'm healthy" or "i'm unhealthy", so he'll say he's fine even if he's having a melancholy day. I struggle with understanding my emotional responses, but not necessarily identifying them. A lot of people on the spectrum do struggle with identifying their emotions beyond empirical things. "Do I feel sick? No? then I'm fine" Shadow is exactly like this. And because his expression is so neutral, sometimes intense, he gets mistaken as being angry or too serious. In reality, he's just standing there. He's not gonna expend energy smiling when he's got nothing to smile about. Why force yourself to emote for people? Especially if it feels unnatural.

Another thing about Shadow being autistic is if he's got nothing to say, then he won't say it. If he wants to leave, he'll leave. Good luck stopping him! But for many actual people it's not an option to leave. We can't just teleport out or skate at lightning speeds like he can, so we have to just sit there and do little coping or self soothing methods to keep ourselves in the moment and calm. We don't often see Shadow stimming in traditionally understood ways, like lip biting or rubbing his arms or fidgeting with his fingers-- but he often stands with his arms crossed. This CAN BE a stim. Feeling the weight of your arms on top of each other, it allows for you to be aware of your own body. I fold my arms a lot in public, because I'm usually playing with the hem of my sleeves, or I'm rubbing my arms or squeezing them. Shadow doesn't seem to do any of that but he's rarely seen without his arms folded.

When his arms aren't folded, he stands so still and just stares at people. He looks completely out of his element. He doesn't seem to have a relaxed stance--until the anime, where he's shown standing with his hand on his hip. Rouge also does this, leading to the popular headcanons that Shadow is unintentionally imitating Rouge-- his masking leads him to identify the most 'normal' person in the room and copy their behavior in order to blend in better. Unfortunately it rarely, in my experience, leads to people NOT thinking I'm weird. Sometimes I'll even start imitating speech patterns or accents and BOY. I don't even realize I'm doing it until it HAPPENS. So embarrassing. But Shadow absolutely imitates everyone around him. We can see him do this even as far back as Sonic Heroes--that scene where he's nodding or shaking his head to whatever Rouge is saying. The scene where Sonic starts getting competitive and Shadow starts kind of imitating his posture and his way of speaking to become competitive with them-- I don't even think he realizes he's doing it. But it also makes sense with his NAME.

His name is Shadow. I think of Peter Pan, where Peter's Shadow can sometimes get away from him. Usually it does everything he does, but sometimes it gets away and does its own things, and Peter has to catch it. Wendy sews the shadow back on in Hook. I think Shadow's name is referencing that as well, that just like a shadow, he mimics those around him. He's watching over them, but also copying them. Learning to blend in.

Another moment I adore is in SA2 (and Sonic X) when Amy Rose hugs him from behind. According to the 2010s era and early IDW, you'd have expected Shadow to push her away or yell DONT TOUCH ME or whatever. But no, he actually just goes REALLY RIGID and doesn't even say anything. It isn't until Amy realizes her mistake that Shadow turns around to look at her, smiling like 'What are you doing???' But in Sonic X, they changed this scene further into autistic territory--

Shadow doesn't even TURN to her. He goes rigid, yes, and his eyes widen and he just stands there looking towards the audience like 8| He's completely OUT OF HIS ELEMENT. He prepared for the mission, NOT to deal with random people HUGGING HIM. He's probably not been hugged since Maria over 50 years ago. We don't even know if Maria hugged him much because Shadow has always seemed pretty touch-averse. I love GIVING hugs and I love receiving hugs but only from people I'm REALLY close to. I don't even like getting hugs from extended family. My spouse? VERY touch averse. He'll get hugs from me but hugging and touch are just not his thing. Shadow is not a huggy person, but he does tend to hold hands.

We know he grabbed and held Maria's hand, running with her-- but we never actually saw that until Sonic X (2003) he can be seen running with her away from the military, and he's holding her hand as he leads her. In Shadow the Hedgehog, Maria often grabs Shadow's hand when telling him things. This is also a grounding method to bring the person into the moment. For me, I feel like I can focus better on what my spouse is saying to me when he holds my hand and it's crowded or busy. Even in our home, if he wants to tell me something, I recommend that he hold my hand or touch my arm so I can focus on him better. This happens with Shadow.

Sonic doesn't tend to hold peoples' hands. In Sonic X he usually just picks people up, but we do see him grab Elise's arm in 06 and run with her. But holding hands? Not really his thing! Shadow does do it more often though. In Sonic X S3, in the episode, Molly's Dream, Shadow's immediate way of leading Molly away from danger is to grab and hold her hand. He even keeps holding her hand until she lets go. It speaks to me the sort of childlike behavior he may still be exhibiting, but not that I'm trying to say that autistic people are more like children. From my experience on the spectrum, I am more childish than my peers. I still react like a kid might to things, and I don't really think like an adult is expected to. I am mentally behind my peers as well, I think my emotional maturity is lower? But it's hard to measure that without a doctor. It's not just about laughing at fart jokes or knowing to pay bills, it's like, how I problem solve is more creatively aligned with kids than it is adults. This is both great and terrible, depending on the situation. A situation that requires math and stuff cannot be solved my way. A situation that involves encouraging kids to try again or be nice to each other, well it's very useful because I can communicate with them on their level (I was a teacher in South Korea for over half a decade, my brain was great for being a teacher but not great for other things).

I think Shadow really gets misread as a mean guy a lot, but he really isn't. I also don't really enjoy the headcanons that imagine him as very outgoing and whimsical when he was on the ARK, and I especially don't like headcanons that infantilize him-- I really don't like headcanons where people infantilize autistic people. We've seen Shadow when he loses his memories a few times. In Heroes, but also in S3 of Sonic X-- his personality is still the same. He's still reserved, he's still quiet, he still struggles in social situations and prefers getting to the point rather than dilly-dallying. I'd argue that he was exactly like that before the incident on the ARK, too. It's just that the incident caused his inner peace to be destroyed. His precious person, Maria, was no longer around and he lost everything all at once. He doubled down on the one thing that made sense: Revenge. But even after all of that was sorted out, he's not gonna just magically be a different person. He's still reserved, he's still serious, he's still "get to the point". If he played FFXIV, he'd only focus on main quests, and never do side quests. He'd never spend money on cosmetics, probably. He's likely a person who values gameplay over story. If the game is broken or the mechanics aren't utilized well, that's probably more what he'd be fixated on than whether the story was good or not. He'd skip through dialogue because he reads fast, even if the dialogue is voiced (my spouse does this and it drives me nuts. SHADOW I BEG OF YOU PLEASE DO IT FOR ME, DISABLE THE VOICE ACTING IN OPTIONS SO I STOP HEARING THE FIRST UTTERANCE OF A WORD EVERY TIME U MASH THROUGH THE DIALOGUE)

Trauma affects people in all kinds of ways. I don't think all autistic people are like Shadow, because autism is a spectrum and no two people present exactly the same, although there will be similarities. Shadow's trauma happened at a time where he barely knew himself already, so that's why it was so easy for him to fixate on revenge, and then he'd be content with dying afterwards because he figured he had nothing left to live for. Finding out he was wrong was the best thing that could have happened to him.

I was really saddened when SEGA decided he was an edgelord who hated everything and had no friends because that's such a horrible read of this nuanced character. In my personal headcanons for Shadow, he's actually very into plants and flowers, because Maria loved the planet so much. And eventually he learns to love the planet because of nature. Shadow's never going to be a people person, in fact he probably still doesn't care much for people as a whole, but that doesn't mean he won't step up when they need his help. Which is why his line in Sonic 06 is still so poignant. "If the world chooses to become my enemy, then I'll fight like I always have." Basically, it really doesn't matter, I've made my choice, I know who I am now and I get to make those decisions. No one else will shake the foundations of who I am.

And because he knows who he is, he doesn't feel the need to repeat it and boast about himself. He's confident, not arrogant. He can be smug and competitive, but that's playfulness, not cruelty. He's quiet and may just straight up walk away while someone is mid-sentence, but that's not because he's evil or intentionally being a jerk-- it's just how he is. He needs to work on it if he wants to have friends, but his friends already understand him very well. They know that he's like that, and from what we saw in The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog, occasionally they forget it's not personal. I'm happy to see them admitting "oh no, I completely misjudged you, I'm so sorry!" because it's been way too long since we've heard the main cast apologize to Shadow for assuming he was a big jerk on purpose.

Knowing the restrictions on how Shadow is written have been lifted, I'm really hoping we can get more of how he's meant to be, the reserved, socially awkward but well-meaning hedgehog we love. Autistic Shadow FTW!

(our experiences and headcanons

may differ, that's okay.)

#character analysis #character meta #shadow character meta #shadow the hedgehog #long post #sonic the hedgehog #sth shadow #shadow autism moments #he's just like me fr fr #sonic headcanons #shadow headcanons

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The Ginger Serpent

A/N: Archie's a serpent in this one shot.

They were watching Rebel Without a Cause at the Twilight Drive-In. It was the Drive-In’s closing night and almost everyone in town showed up as Y/N, his sister, and Kevin were sitting in the back of Kevin’s truck bed. Blankets all around and some to cover them as they watched, with Cheryl inviting herself in their little group as they watched James Dean on screen.

“That hair.” Kevin smiles.

“That jacket.” Y/N said in between bites of popcorn.

“Jason always adored the Drive-In.” Cheryl said. Kevin looks at Veronica and rolls his eyes. Behind them, the Southside Serpents were laughing and making a ruckus as Kevin snickers as he elbowed Y/N to get his attention to look at them. “Southside trash.”

“They’ve been doing that since the opening credits.” Veronica said.

Kevin turned his head towards them. “Shh!” They all shush hun back and throw cans at him that never reach. They’re still rowdy as Kevin looks at Y/N in defeat. They wouldn’t be quiet. Y/N’s had enough as he stands up and looks at the Serpents, locking eyes with a very good-looking ginger guy. “Hey! You know what happens to a snake when a heavy black boot steps on it? Shut the hell up, or you’ll find out the hard way.”

All around the Drive-In, the people applauded Y/N for finally saying what they were all thinking. Y/N bows like a gentleman. “Thank you.” He sits back down as the ginger eyes him as he smirks. Kevin looks at Y/N in disbelief. “I cannot believe you just threatened a gang-banger.”

“I’ve dealt with worse in the east village. I just hate when people disrespect my cinematic experience. Especially this one. It’s one of my favorites.” Y/N said.

It’s quiet until Veronica shakes the bucket of popcorn. “How about a refill, Hermanito?”

“Yeah, Y/N, how about a refill?” Cheryl smiles sweetly. “Cherry cola, as always.” He rolls his eyes as he gets off the truck bed as everyone scoots over one spot.

Y/N walks up to the concession stand and waits for his turn as he sets the bucket on the counter. “Can I get a refill?” The guy nods his head and takes the bucket as Y/N waits for him to come back. “And some gummy bears and a cherry cola and a regular one. Who am I trying to impress?” The guy gets all the things he’s asked for. “And can you put all this on Cheryl Blossom’s tab?” He nods his head as Y/N scoops up his treats and is about to walk away, when he almost runs into the ginger guy from the Serpents.

“Not so tough now, huh?” He asked Y/N. He’s about 5’11 with red hair and gorgeous brown eyes. He wore blue jeans and a red leather jacket to match his hair. He had a menacing and playful atmosphere around him. Y/N swallowed. “What? Am I supposed to be scared of you or something?”

“You do know what a Southside Serpent is, right?”

“And? You guys are like the watered-down versions of the Outsiders.” Y/N told him. “Now, may I go through, or are we going to have problems?” He tried to push past the taller male boy, but he grabbed his arm. “I have a better idea.” He basically dragged Y/N behind the concession stand towards the fence as he helped Y/N set his stuff down before he glared at Y/N. “You sure gotta smart mouth on ya, don’t ya?” He pushed him against the fence as Y/N looked at him.

“Yeah? And just what are you going to do about it?” Y/N asked him.

The ginger smirked before he leaned down and captured his lips into a kiss as Y/N was shocked as he let the redhead push him against the fence. They were grunting and panting as the taller male slammed Y/N gently against the metal of the fence. Y/N tangled his fingers inside the ginger’s head and messed it up as a small revenge as they broke apart for air. “I should go.”

“Something tells me you don’t want to, do you?” The redhead grins.

“I guess not.” Y/N told him.

“I’m Archie, by the way. Archie Andrews.”

“Y/N Lodge.”

“Lodge? Like Hiram Lodge?” Archie asked.

“Yeah, is that a problem?”

“No. Is this a problem?” He showed him his tattoo of a serpent.

“I won’t tell if you won’t?”

“Deal.”

They kissed again.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #archie andrews #archie andrews x male reader #kj apa #KJ Apa x male reader #riverdale #southside serpents #AU #james dean

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OOOH HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT WRITING POSSESSIVE BUT SUPER SWEET SITH!LUKE DOTING ON AND SPOILING READER (IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN...)

I’m not really into Sith!Luke (he’s way too pure for that 😭) but here’s a little fic for you anon! this was really fun to write and i hope you enjoy it! 💗

You caught Luke’s attention since the first time he saw you. And it’s not like you meant it, really, you are just a tie-fighter pilot, trying to do your job the best you can while trying to avoid any kind of trouble with him or his father.

You aren’t feisty or rude like all the other pilots. You know better than that. You are super sweet, kind and submissive, always looking down when walking by Luke, Vader or the emperor, waiting for their next order.

You’re quite a rare sight. Almost as if you didn’t belong to the empire. And that’s what makes Luke super fixated on you.

At first, you don’t notice that Vader’s son is trying to catch your attention too, until one day all of the male pilots in your fleet have been replaced by females. Something weird, considering that the empire always preferred the masculine forces.

You try not to think much of it, but then, while you’re walking down the hall with your helmet off, you accidentally hear the conversation between three stormtroopers. And they’re talking about you, gossiping about how Luke ordered to replace all those male pilots out of pure jealousy.

Jealousy? well, he’s handsome and you never thought you could be his type, so you feel extremely flattered.

The next day, when you step out of your room, there’s a small present waiting outside your door. You leave your helmet aside and take it in your hands, untying the bow and opening the little box, just enough to reveal the expensive gift. It’s a necklace, made of beskar and kyber, the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

You know exactly who sent such thing to your door, and you can’t believe it. Still, it’s too soon to wear it, so you leave it in your room and then go about your day as if nothing happened.

Everything goes as usual, like any other normal day at your job, waiting in the hangar for any deploy notice, watching some droids fix the damage on your ship caused from a rebel attack… until you suddenly sense someone right behind you.

“I can’t stand seeing you like this” Luke’s voice appears suddenly, and you immediately turn on your heels, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “You’re no pilot, you don’t belong to war, you should be by my side. Please join me, be my girl, and anything you want will be yours, i promise.”

Your heart beats like crazy and words get stuck on your throat, so you nod softly, throwing yourself at his arms, not even caring if the other pilots see you and start gossiping again.

After that, you’re not a pilot anymore, you’re his pretty little trophy. All your boring uniforms are replaced with the most beautiful designer clothes, you get tons of new jewelry, expensive makeup, and literally everything you ask for.

Luke absolutely loves spoiling you rotten. And the best part is that you don’t have to do anything! just look cute and be by his side whenever he needs you.

However, he only has two rules for you. 1: don’t talk to ANY males. 2: don’t get out of his sight for too long. One time you had a small conversation with one of your old fleet members, and well… the poor guy ended up stabbed by a red lightsaber.

“You can’t just kill people like that! he did nothing wrong!” you yelled at Luke, and he just shrugged, without a single trace of remorse.

“You’re my property, and they need to learn to respect that.”

And he’s right. After that incident everyone on the star destroyer is way too afraid to even look at you.

But you can’t stay mad at him for too long. He apologizes with a bouquet of some exotic flowers from Endor, and then hugs you tight, kissing your forehead while telling you that he won’t do it again (but trust me, he will, just behind your back the next time).

Once you start getting more comfortable with your relationship, you move into a shared room, and Luke lets you decorate it however you want, he doesn’t mind as long as you’re happy.

Sometimes, if he’s in a good mood and isn’t busy, he takes you out on cute little dates to any planet that you want to see, letting you wander around the big cities, or little towns, trying the local food and getting souvenirs.

And when you both finally fuck, oh god, he’s super dominant and rough, but always making sure that he doesn’t hurt you and that you cum at least twice every time.

You couldn’t ask for a more perfect boyfriend.

Vader doesn’t like to admit it, but deep down he adores you too, and is really happy that his son found someone like you, such a skilled pilot and pretty girl, to carry on with the Skywalker legacy.

#luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker fanfiction #star wars fanfiction

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ღ || cigarett. { 𝐈𝐈 }

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : lars alexandersson x reader.

✰ 𝐰. 𝐜. : 1k+

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : continuation to the first part.

✰ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : was quite unwell as I write this, so there might be mistakes can be found hhh :")

☁︎ : part 1.

. dividers by @/saradika-graphics !! 💫

No, no.. None of this was supposed to happen.

Everything went downhill in the blink of an eye without you being able to process it all, yet at the same time, you’re one of the fortunate ones to be alive. Half of their lives are gone due to the bomb explosion that has gone off.

Another good news is, Lars is alive as well. But he’s been diagnosed with amnesia. No one, not even the doctors can confirm anything if it’s only for temporary, or even the potential of his memories might come back anytime soon.

You remembered that day. Your world seemed to spin in endless wonders; eyes wide while your head was resting against the wall nearby, yet with a vacant stare. What’s even going on? Am I going to die?

The whole situation has sent you into a state of shock, still trying to make sense of everything around you. Several completely unharmed army members were the ones who helped you and Lars out of the building, which much to your unspoken gratefulness.

Everything spiralled out of control, collapsing on your very own eyes. Yet you couldn’t do much about it.

You watched, as most of the other members fell into their own worst fate, leaving your mind into a state of pure chaos, even when fate itself is on your side.

But at what cost?

Your eyes now darted towards him– now inside of the hospital building. But there wasn’t any recognition present within his own gaze. His expression is almost too blank; dumbfounded in a way, even, that you found it unbearable to stare at him for too long because it’s too painful.

There’s nothing much you can do right at this moment, but the feeling of determination within you grows a little more stronger. You wanted him to remember everything; especially on who you truly are, even if you might have to go through a tough process for it.

Bandages are being wrapped around your waist and on some parts of your body, but you didn’t pay much attention to the sensation it's giving you, even keeping them almost entirely covered by your own clothes.

Your presumably tired eyes scanned over the bandages around his head– the same goes for his chest area, to which is partially being covered by the hospital outfit. His deep blue eyes took notice of your current silent observation toward him, simply doing the same.

No hint of recognition crosses over his features at all, but he could somehow sense that you are completely harmless.

“I’m sorry, but who are you?” His sudden question made you stop momentarily in your tracks, keeping yourself composed despite the sudden rush of emotions beginning to try to overwhelm you. A small smile is etched upon your features, perhaps as a way to reassure yourself as well.

“Ah, you really don’t remember me?” A quiet sigh was what you emitted after those words. You took one of the chairs being provided nearby, sitting next to his hospital bed while telling him your name.

“I’m, well, a pretty close friend of yours.”

He merely watched you for a bit more longer silently, now taking note on how you’ve settled yourself next to him, yet with a respectful distance.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t remember you. My mind feels hazy..” Lars ended his words almost abruptly, perhaps due to the sudden feeling of guilt as he admitted those words. You just brushed it off, knowing all too well that it’s not his fault at all.

“Ah, I won’t force anything,” you merely nodded at him in understanding. “That’s okay.”

Was it, though?

“But you do remember that you worked within the rebel army, right?”

Most of his memories– including being together with you– may be lost or hazy, but that specific info simply sticks with him. “I do.”

“Though, if I may ask..” This causes your attention to be fully on him. “How long have we known each other?”

A completely valid question, to which you casually answered him. “Ah, for years, even I lost count.”

“Could say since our college years or something, I suppose.”

You chuckle to yourself a bit over your own words, before gently grabbing onto his hand; not trying to startle him or anything in the process. Lars admittedly was confused, but he didn’t pull his hand away, much to your luck.

Perhaps, it’s a silent way of telling him on how you’re glad– very glad that he’s actually alive and breathing the same air as you, even though his memories are unlucky in spite of everything.

“Even when you can't remember me, always know that I cherish you.”

The sandy brown-haired male either didn’t dare to break the lingering silence that was beginning to form between you both, or he has no idea on what to reply just yet, so he lets your words sink in. He sees no harm with you anyway, so he lets it be–

– or maybe, deep down, his soul knows you, but he couldn’t even tell it himself.

So, you keep on hoping every passing minute that there will be any sort of hope for you.

When it’s finally time for him to get discharged from the hospital, you remained by his side; trying your best to do any explanation to several random stuff that you both have passed by– whether it’s the shops you used to hang out together, or even the cafe where you two used to get some lunches almost way too often.

But you know that your efforts for now are futile, knowing he can’t react to most of the things that you expected him to be back then. On the bright side, however, Lars is gradually improving emotionally, appearing even more relaxed with you than how he originally was back when he still had to stay within the hospital.

It’s a good thing that the both of you got some breaks even when it’s only temporary, due to yours and Lars’ current condition.

His curious blue eyes spared a few glances at the nearby stores, as if trying to remember any info out from it without your knowledge. You tilted your head slightly as you gazed at the stores with an interested look instead for absolutely no reason.

You won’t give up on him– that’s your silent promise to him. He never gave up on you back then as your friend, so why should you?

Gently guiding him through some certain stores, you gave a brief explanation for him to somehow understand, especially the places where you guys used to hang out together and whenever you guys are away from missions. It gives you the feeling of familiarity and nostalgia as you did so, but to Lars, they seemed to be completely brand new, as if he’s trying to rediscover the places once more.

The sandy brown-haired male even made a mental note on how he wanted to return to some of the places– with you, of course.

“And this is some of our old pictures,” you showed him the said photos with such enthusiasm, whether it’s a sweet, silly or even something completely out of context being captured on camera right at that moment.

Lars did try to gain something mentally through the pictures being shown; especially on how happy he looked there with you. But his memories denied any sort of his own attempt.

He wanted to believe that he truly did recognize you in some other ways, along with the other existing ones within the same photos. But he just couldn’t, which led to self-frustration.

Nothing came to mind, as always.

“It’s just so frustrating.”

You somehow knew that he’s beating himself up internally for it– his whole body language showcases it all clearly. So, you did something in hopes of being able to let himself loosen a bit by placing your hand onto his arm, giving it a tender rub. His previously tensed up demeanor immediately relaxes just from your mere actions.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself. These things take time, after all.”

“You’ll remember it soon; I believe in it.” His expression softens as he hears your genuine statement; his blue eyes gazing back at your features as if to silently reassure himself through his inner turmoil.

“I just– I’m just scared, like, what if I ended up forgetting everything forever?”

He has a valid point, and you wouldn’t lie to yourself that what he just said did scare you at times. But you have to be strong, so you gave him a rather comforting reply.

“If that’s the case, then I would be willing to make some new memories with you, if you’d let me.” The words are exuding with such certainty, and without hesitation in helping for his sake. It feels so nice– warm, even, to hear those words out of your own mouth.

A small smile made its way to his handsome face, finding your words being quite uplifting and sincere; his free hand now grasping onto your own.

He looks a bit happier now too.

“I would love that.” And oh, did he notice the small trails of pinkish hue peppering across your cheeks? He looks so- something about him is making you feel things that you shouldn’t even be experiencing because it feels wrong– his current actions just added to it.

But even you can't control on whatever you’re feeling.

atp plot is almost going nowhere lmao

#aria's post 𖥔 ݁ ˖#tekken #tekken x reader #tekken x y/n #tekken imagine #lars alexandersson #lars alexandersson x reader #reina #jin kazama #tekken fanfic #tekken fanart #tekken 8

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Relax - Saul Goodman x gn!reader

Also avaliable to read on AO3 Pairing: Saul Goodman x gender neutral reader Genre: Fluff, hate-love relationship, hurt/comfort, “almost smut” Warning(s): Description of exhaustion and stress. Cuss words, gender neutral reader with they/them pronouns. Age gap, reader is somewhere in their mid 20’s. Nothing too explicit but kissing. Smutty ending. Words: 1.1K Summary: You work for Walter, and he sends you to Saul to hand him over some files. Exhausted after some long days with lack of sleep, you find comfort in talking to the annoying lawyer English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3

“Ah, sweetie, what an honor to see you at my office.”Saul chants, not looking up at you whilst doing paperworks by his desk. You just glare at him, not in the mood for his bullshit today.

“Saul.”

You reply dryly, him just nodding in reply without even looking at you when approaching the desk holding the files Walter asked you to deliver to the cocky lawyer. You take a seat in the chair across from him, waiting for him to look up. But today, he seems to be in the mood to annoy you.

“Could you just-”

He holds up a hand to stop you. Offended by his move, you stop talking. After a couple of minutes you’re done with his attitude. You stand up loudly, the chair almost falling in the process. Finally, he looks up. Without thinking twice, you slam the files down his desk, causing the table to shake. He cusses and manages to grab hold of his coffee cup before it falls to the blue carpet floor.

“What’s your problem, kid?”“My problem? What’s your problem?”The two of you continue nagging each other, and when he raises his voice, so do you. You sink down the chair again after a while, still trembling in anger.

“Will you PLEASE look at the files?”

Something about the frustration in your voice makes Saul’s face soften. He sighs and grabs the file, bringing out the pile of papers.

Describing the relationship between you and Saul… Chaotic. You can’t tell if you find him funny or annoying, and the feeling is mutual.

“What the fuck is this?”

He growls.

“Don’t ask me! Walter told me to not look at the files, so of course, I did.”

This earns a laugh from Saul.

“Such a rebel… I like that. And don’t worry, that secret is safe with your good pal Saul.”

“...Jeez, never refer to yourself like that again.”

He chuckles and starts reading the papers, and you know it could take him a while.

He mutters something from time to time, and sighs loudly, clearly annoyed by Walter.

“Should I come back later or wait here?”

He looks you up and down, making you slightly uncomfortable.

“You look tired.”“I am.”

“Well then… Stay. Treat yourself with coffee, play some games on your phone or whatever youngsters do today. Just… Relax.”

“Aight, thank you oldie.”

You taunt him. He replies with something rude, but you don’t really listen.

You sink into the couch in his office, only now realizing how exhausted you really are. Working in the lab, along with Jesse and Walter - whom you don't get along with - is draining. Gus watching over the three of you doesn’t ease the anxiety.

Saul continues reading and moaning in frustration over the work Walter has left him with. Apart from the lawyers complaining, it’s really quiet in the office. It’s afternoon, and outside, dusk falls. Saul’s office is dark, especially the corner you’re sitting in. You fight to keep your eyes open, but somehow fall asleep…

As you blink your eyes open, confusion washes over you.

“Mornin’ sweetie”

Seeing Saul sitting next to you on the couch almost makes you jump up. He chuckles at your reaction.

“Calm down, it’s just me.”

“How do you get any work done when you have a couch in the office?”You ask whilst rubbing sleep from your eyes. Truth is, this is one of the best (and only) naps you’ve taken in a while. Saul laughs. “Don’t roast my couch, kiddo.”

“Nah, I would never… How long have I been asleep?”

“10 hours.”

“10 HOURS?!”

You repeat his words and sit up, kicking off the blanket you have no memory of falling asleep with. When you open your phone, you notice it’s 6:20pm, meaning you’ve slept for about two hours.

“Not funny, Saul!”

You hiss whilst he laughs, clearly entertained by how mad you are. Without realizing it, your eyes burn from holding back tears. Saul’s laughter fades, and an awkward silence fills the room.

“Hey… What’s up, y/n?” His voice is soft and he moves closer to you.

“This is fucking pathetic! I don’t know why I’m crying…”

“When did you last sleep?”

You barely dare to admit that you’ve only slept a couple hours during the last week. Your face says it all.

“Is it Walter?”

“Mhm. I haven’t had a day off in a while. Always something to do at that damn lab.”

“You deserve a rest.”

“I can’t remember when I last got a rest. Apart from passing out on your couch.”

He smiles at you and you realize just how close you are to him. Dangerously close. There’s some sort of tension in the air between the two of you… Before you get the chance to consider it, to think things through or fight the lust, you kiss him. He’s on board directly, pulling you closer to him, almost groaning into your mouth.

It feels so right, yet so wrong. The kiss gets heated, and suddenly you’re lying down on the couch again, holding onto Saul by his tie as he sinks on top of you. You moan softly as he pulls away and starts kissing your neck whilst his hands move to your waist, pulling your t-shirt. Saul’s lips continue brushing against your skin and the way your body reacts to his touch excites him. Still, you can’t help but look at the clock on the wall, painfully aware that you’ve been away from the lab for way too long now. The last thing you want right now is to get into an argument with Walter, or have Gus react to your absence. But still, being with Saul, having him taking care of you, feels so right… “Hey…”

He notices your absence, and grabs your chin, carefully tilting your head so you look into his blue eyes.

“Hmmm?”

“Do you want this?”

You take a deep breath. You do want this. But…

“I’ll talk to Walt, ok? Tell him that those fucking files of his took longer then expected, we’ll come up with an excuse for you being away for so long. A white lie.”

You should resist, but something about his touch makes you melt. For the first time in weeks, you feel at ease, thanks to Saul, the same annoying man you thought you disliked. Instead of resisting, you nod. When he smiles at you, you smile back, allowing him to continue.

Fuck it, you need him to continue.

He continues touching and kissing you, making the anxiety you feel fade away. As he talks to you, he does so in a soft, seductive voice. Leaning close to your ear, he whispers:

“That’s it. Let all that worry go. Let me help you relax. Just… Relax.”

And then his lips move down.

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