#what if i can't recover. some people are destined not to. what if that's me. what if i am never happy. i'm never going to accomplish

[littledata]

I know you’re probably working on those prompts, but I, too, just ended up on North Sea tiktok, and if you have time, I’m curious what Ava’s reaction to that particular algorithmic destination would be. Because like, Bea’s the most capable person ever, but those waves are Very Big, and why isn’t everyone tethered to the boat at all times??

(From the on that dizzy edge universe. An example video if anyone would like context.)

For a long time, Ava's TikTok experience was predictable. It mostly went: hot girl biting her lip, hot girl playing guitar, hot dude baking a cake, weirdly mesmerising crafting video, drama about people she'd never met, hot person kissing another hot person.

The number of straight-up thirst traps has been on the decline recently though - mostly because Ava just has to turn her head and Bea will be changing her shirt or using a hammer or standing perfectly still, all of which is a lot hotter than any video she's ever seen. In its infinite wisdom though, The Algorithm has seen her scrolling past those videos and decided it needs to fill the void with something else.

That thing, apparently, is North Sea TikTok.

They're lying in bed when it happens for the first time. Beatrice had spent the first few weeks after she came home insisting they should try to maintain separate bedrooms, move their relationship along at an orderly and appropriate pace, but she pretty quickly gave in to the allure of spooning and her bedroom defaulted to being both of theirs.

Now, before they go to sleep, they often end up lying side by side while Beatrice reads one of her insane books about lesbian necromancers or whatever and Ava scrolls TikTok or reads fanfiction about hot people falling in love in coffee shops and stuff. It makes her feel mature and settled and safe in a way that's sometimes so exciting she has to take Bea's book out of her hands and make out with her about it.

Anyway, so they're doing that (lying in bed, not making out) when it shows up on her for you page. It starts with the weird, slow sea shanty, then there's the huge waves, and then someone is getting slammed in the face with the fucking ocean.

Ava lets it loop. Then she lets it loop again. Then she taps on the suggested search north sea tiktok and she's presented with a thousand more videos exactly like the first. People falling overboard and huge waves crashing over ships and and and -

"Bea." Ava taps her arm insistently.

Bea looks up from her book without much concern - she doesn't use TikTok but she does submit to being shown Ava's curated favourites. Also, she's wearing glasses and she looks super cute.

No, Ava, don't get distracted.

"Bea," she repeats and holds her phone up to her face.

Beatrice watches with a scrutinising gaze. When the video finishes, she says, "They really shouldn't be filming in those situations, it's distracting them from proper safety precautions."

Ava stares at her. "That's all you have to say? They could have died."

"Possibly," Beatrice agrees. "Once someone falls overboard it's very difficult to recover them, although certainly not impossible. And it depends a lot on the kind of ship. I assume someone wouldn't post a video where someone died though."

Although Beatrice's naivety about what people are willing to post on the internet is adorable, Ava's mind is stuck somewhere in between the words overboard and impossible. Even Beatrice, careful and capable as she is, couldn't keep herself from being swept off her feet by some of those waves. Ava can picture her so vividly, disappearing under the surface.

"You're not making me feel better about this."

"Oh." Beatrice blinks in surprise as if she has only just realised that they aren't having a purely practical discussion. She puts her book carefully down on the nightstand. "I'm not sure what to say. I can't lie to you and pretend it isn't dangerous. Those are cherry-picked clips showing the worst though, it isn't always like that."

Which, yeah, okay, Ava already knew it was dangerous. For all the months that Beatrice is away she lives with the low-level, prickling anxiety that the next call she gets will be telling her Bea is hurt, or worse. It's different seeing it though, seeing how quick it is, how powerful -

"How often are you in the north sea?" she asks, as if that's the only problem with it.

Beatrice winces, "Well, it depends. The contracts I work - " She explains something complicated and lengthy about shipping and demand and the company she works for and Ava thinks she's the most interesting person in the world but this stuff is, also, a little bit boring and she's still pretty busy picturing her girlfriend's imminent death.

She needs to send these videos to Camila. If there's anyone she can rely on to overreact with her, it's Camila.

"Ava," Beatrice says, seeing that she's lost her. She tugs Ava's phone gently from her hands and puts it down next to her book. Then she wraps one arm around Ava's shoulders and the other around her waist and pulls her in close.

Ava has always loved being hugged by Bea, even before they got together - she's strong and solid and lets Ava hold on for as long as she needs to. (Also, she smells fucking amazing, like, all the time).

It wasn't until they started dating that she realised Beatrice had been holding something of herself back though, not letting herself relax entirely whenever they touched. Now, it's as if her whole body sinks into it, like some tension evaporates the moment Ava's arms are around her.

Ava pushes her face into Beatrice's chest and inhales, lets herself hide there in the fabric of her shirt for a moment. It's dark and warm and hard to worry about anything.

"I promise I do everything I possibly can to come home safe to you," Beatrice says into her ear, "I'm sorry I can't give you any more reassurance than that."

"Okay," Ava says, voice muffled against Beatrice's chest. It's not enough but it has to be enough. This is Bea's job, the thing she loves more than anything else, and Ava won't ever touch the sanctity of that. "I'm still going to worry about you."

"I know." Beatrice presses a kiss into her hair and pulls back, "I worry about you too though, when I'm gone."

Ava rolls her eyes, "The most dangerous thing that could happen to me is Lilith finally snapping and turning on everyone she loves."

"So fairly likely then?" Beatrice asks.

Ava snorts, "Like a 90% chance."

They settle themselves to go to sleep, lying down fully and adjusting the pillows and blankets. That's another thing Ava learned recently: Beatrice - her big, tough sailor - likes being the little spoon. She won't admit to that, obviously, but she sighs contentedly whenever Ava wraps her arms around her from behind.

So when Beatrice reaches up to switch the lamp off, Ava does just that, presses herself against Bea's back. She listens to Beatrice's breathing become slow and even, and she clings on.

#extra writing #asks

[poppystain]

𝐼𝐓'𝐒 𝑂𝐊𝐀𝐘 𝑇𝐎 𝑁𝐎𝐓 𝐵𝐄 𝑂𝐊𝐀𝐘 ( 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 )  tv  drama  series   /  feel  free  to  change  pronouns  and  subjects  as  you  see  fit  !

❛ in all my fairy tales, the witch is always the one that's pretty. ❜

❛ who told you all princesses are kind and pretty? ❜

❛ she hates everyone apart from herself. ❜

❛ who cares about destiny? if someone shows up when you need them, you call that destiny. ❜

❛ my father's soul is dead, but he's physically alive like a zombie. ❜

❛ don't forget any of it. remember it all and overcome it. if you don't overcome it, you'll always be a kid whose soul never grows ❜

❛ you remind me of someone i used to know. a woman whose eyes completely lacked warmth. ❜

❛ i want you to be my safety pin. keep me under control so i won't explode. ❜

❛ there's something we always say to patients who recover. "hope i never see you again." ❜

❛ you're not avoiding me. you're just running away because you're scared. coward.❜

❛ but today, for the first time, i suddenly thought maybe i was just running away because i wanted to. ❜

❛ you see, when life is unbearably hard the easiest way out is to run. ❜

❛ some things can't be torn apart no matter how hard you try to do so. ❜

❛ how can you define a relationship in just one word? every encounter we've had was awfully dramatic, being an inch away from death. ❜

❛ every moment we crossed paths, we surprised each other. if such coincidences, one after another, somehow led us here, how would you define our relationship? ❜

❛ it'd be such a cliche to say that we're destined for each other. ❜

❛ i hope you read a lot of fairy tales and wake up from your dreams ❜

❛ don't look up at the stars in the beautiful night sky. look down at your feet that are stuck in a filthy sewer, accept your reality. ❜

❛ do children have to be useful to their parents? ❜

❛ what do you think i really wanted, satiating my hunger or feeling someone's warmth? warmth—this is what i truly wanted. i didn't want to be just fed. ❜

❛ your lies carry a sense of sincerity. it makes me want to believe them. ❜

❛ it's fine even if it's fake. putting on a smile isn't so hard to do. ❜

❛ is everything yours once you set your eyes on it? if you can't make it yours, you would even destroy it to get your hands on it. ❜

❛ you call that love? that's just obsession and greed. ❜

❛ don't bother wasting your emotions on me. i don't deserve any of that. ❜

❛ i'm sorry for running away when i was the one who liked you first.i regretted it the moment i turned away. ❜

❛ i'm done with being someone who is needed by others. ❜

❛ but the heart is a liar. it stays quiet even when it's hurting. ❜

❛ if you want to be fashionable, you must be uncomfortable and stubborn. ❜

❛ "get lost." do you know how many times you've said that to me? ❜

❛ last night, it sounded like you were begging me not to leave. ❜

❛ last time i ran away, but today i thought i should stay with you. ❜

❛ i think that's why we're meant to be. you're patient and i'm volatile. ❜

❛ like a bomb and its safety pin, we go hand in hand. we're meant to be together. ❜

❛ i feel like you're taming me. ❜

❛ i keep doing things i wouldn't normally do because of you. ❜

❛ he doesn't have anything to offer. i must've thought i could be the one to fill up his empty life. ❜

❛ she has the face of an angel, but there lives a demon inside. ❜

❛ if you keep a secret to yourself, you end up getting frustrated. you need to tell someone in order to relieve your stress. ❜

❛ your rationality can never win against your desires. ❜

❛ she's very lonely, but she doesn't want anyone to know that so she pushes people away. ❜

❛ i told you that i can no longer hold myself back. i guess i can't run away anymore.❜

❛ i dreamed the impossible dream. i should've known my place. ❜

❛ you were like a firecracker to me. a one-time event. i had my fun, so it's time for you to get out of my life. ❜

❛ i'm not a firecracker. i'm a bomb! i don't disappear once i explode. i blow up and kill everyone! ❜

❛ you're not taking me away from him. he now has one more person who will stay by his side. ❜

❛ i don't care who it is. i will not forgive anyone who messes with my family. ❜

❛ are all parents automatically forgiven for all the bad things they did before they die? ❜

❛ the one who neglects and turns a blind eye to the abuse is worse than the abuser.❜

❛ when i see you smile at me, i forget everything else. ❜

❛ stop pretending like it doesn't hurt. stop pretending like you're okay. ❜

❛ you pretending to be okay and me seeing that masked face will make me walk on eggshells around you. it'll suffocate me. i'll be tormented. ❜

❛ the one that torments you can also be the one to save you. ❜

❛ if you can't erase it, you just need to cover it with something better. ❜

❛ you belong to yourself and i belong to myself. ❜

#prompts #sentence memes #sentence starters #rp ask meme #rp meme #rp starter #inbox memes #inbox prompts #it's okay to not be okay

[azandsstuff]

soulmate that is not destined to be together

Summary : Yuu already return to their own world while leaving their partner With nothing to remember them. While there was a sudden rumour about a soulmate going around.

A/N : I was reading this while suddenly think about dangerously yours and remember that one Greek myth about soulmate :v

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"Do you know that humans do not always look like this. We used to have one body, 4 hands , 4 legs and 2 heads. Until one day we make god mad and punish us two separate from our other half. After that we are always searching for our soulmate" said some student. "Really, then my soulmate must be from another world since I never found them" reply by other student. "Shut up, dude. We need to go to sir Trein class" said that student while trying to move faster to go to they history class.

What they didn't know was that certain people heard them from all around the corner. Among them all that people who heard them are ...

If that was true then he would wonder if his soulmate is from here. But what does he care about anymore after all the people he is in love with are you and yet you move on so easily.

He remembers during the shooting star event. He asks you a question that the answer still lingers in his mind.

"Look ,(Y/N) . A shooting star!"

"Did you make a wish?"

He asks you while looking at you with a star in his eyes .

"..."

"I don't have time to wish"

You answer with a sad tone.

"Really, What did you wish for?"

"I was wishing that we were two other people who were meant to be together forever and I was wish that I meet you during our childhood so you won't feel lonely anymore"

He remembers the look in your eyes. Your eyes have a sad look but also have a hopeful look in that. Only if he knows how short the story both of you have.

"If I betray you, I betray myself"

"If I betray him, I betray my world"

"My world is very dear to me"

"Dearer than I ?" He asks while looking at you with hopeful eyes.

You answer nothing.

"Dearer than you" you answer his questions while looking straight to his face. He can't believe the answer that comes out of your mouth. After all those months you guys have been together, after a year you guys have met."

If only he knew

...

It has been 2 months since you went back to your own world. Up until today he can't move on from you. He still remembers the word that you give to him before you go back.

"You live a long time yet, (You S/O)"

"An eternity without me?"

"You will look at the face of that passers by hoping for something that will, for an instant, will bring me back to yours"

"You will find the moon at night strangely empty because, when you call my name through them there will be no answer"

"Always your heart be aching for me"

"And your mind will remind you how soulmates never existed in the first place and how your heart will never recover from the fact that I choose to leave you alone instead of staying together with you"

"That's how broken your heart are, trying to forget our memories together"

If only he knew how true those words are then he will wish that he never fall in love with you in the first place. And now he left with nothing to remember you. Not a single thing but his memory of both of you when you guys are together.

Past forward a few days later, there a strange rumour at school about a soulmate. But how does he care when the person he wants to be with forever is already gone and choosing their own world than him.

Until Crowley decided to show a mirror that whoever looked into the mirror could see their soulmate. He tested it. To see if his soulmate here perhaps he can move on from you and perhaps he can look forward to be with a 'new soulmate' he can fall in love.

Oh...

How weak he leg is when his saw who that mirror shows who his soulmate is. Of course it is none other than you who he sees in that mirror. How tears fall immediately from his face seeing you there. Oh, how he wishes he can turn back time just once and make you stay with him. And perhaps if he shows you this then perhaps you can stay together with him. And then he sees the mirror start to show some sort of memories being replayed of you and a certain someone.

"Tell him the truth?"

That other person nod.

"Tell him the truth so that he will watch the star through tears?"

"Instead of following the one cold star that hid destiny?"

You ask that to another person who is beside you. To only answer with simple nods.

"No ... No I can't do that"

"Perhaps I let him think that I never loved him"

"Or let him think that I never love him from a start and make sure he hates me with full might when I leave from this place"

"So perhaps when I go he moves on better and lives a normal life again without remember me"

It stops. Video or the memory that play from the mirror stop.

Oh, how cruel are you leaving him like this. Leaving him thinking that you never love him from a start thinking and how cruel of you that you decided that the best way to walk off from his life like that.

Oh, how cruel of you.

...

Fast forward to a few more days.

(At Ramshackle Dorm)

Here lies all both of your memories together and here also lies you beloved monster who is already gone from this world. Perhaps that monster is too scared to live alone and decide that following you to the afterlife is better. At his grave he lies a bouquet of yellow roses to symbolise their friendship. On the other hand, near the monster grave he lies a bouquet of carnations. There are many colourful carnations in that bouquet.

Pink in that symbol gratitude for you.

White in that symbol pure love and how lucky he is to have you.

Dark red is how affected he is with your love that you give to him.

Meanwhile light red in that show how he admired you from the moment both of your eyes meet from eyes to eyes.

But there is also Yellow in that to show how disappointed he is when you choose your world over him and how the fact you reject.

Oh, if only you choose him over that world of yours. And perhaps he can understand you better.

#twst mc #twst yuu #disney twst #grim twst #twst fanfic #twst imagines #twisted wonderland angst #twisted wonderland #malleus draconia x reader #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #leona kingsholar x reader #twst malleus #betrayel #twst wonderland #twst angst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader

[bonefall]

Why did bluestar give away her kits if she knew they were the solution (so to speak)? If she knows Thistleclaw is gonna be a tyrant via prophecy why doesn't she speak up? Is Goosefeather still plagued by The Visions? I mean iirc Goosefeather could see the future by touching someone, why didn't Thunderclan see this as a huge bonus?

Why did Bonefall Bluestar give up her kits if they were destined to defeat Thistleclaw all along?

Because they are her children, and she is their mother.

Stand back as they grow up in a hardened Clan, accused of being halfclan? As Thistleclaw causes the people she loves to get torn into shreds in bloody battle disputes? How many bodies will she bury before Mosslight prevails?

Mosslight is the hero of destiny, but what of her other two children? Will they die before seeing Thistleclaw dethroned? She looks to the future and imagines what the Clan will look like by the time it's saved, and no matter what she envisions... it's not the ThunderClan she loves.

For Rosetail and Thrushpelt who deserve long and peaceful lives, for her Forget-me-Nots in the Clans who would find war waged against them, for her children threatened to suffer for the sake of some ridiculous prophecy, she would pull the moon from the night sky so Thistlestar can't reach the sun.

If she knows Thistleclaw is gonna be a tyrant via prophecy why doesn't she speak up?

Goosefeather is committed to carrying out his visions to the letter. His own sister Moonflower was fated to die in a raid, and he obeyed. He knew from the offset that the WindClan raid was pointless and commanded it anyway.

So how would Bluestar even go about that? Goosefeather wants Thistlestar. She's lucky she's Sunstar's apprentice, and she's even luckier that she's Tawnyspot's son's best friend. How would it look if she started raving that Thistleclaw would be a tyrant, like a lunatic?

She has to be careful, and she can't sound the alarm because there isn't one.

Is Goosefeather still plagued by The Visions?

Yes, but he is dedicated to them. Like an elephant calf with a stake in the ground, Goosefeather learned his lesson about defying fate during the Great Hunger. He firmly believes it only causes more heartache and pain.

The truth about these visions that they aren't always commands. They're just glimpses into the predetermined future. StarClan doesn't necessarily want these things to pass, they just... do.

After Mosskit dies in the snow and Bluestar assumes power, the thread of fate is so shredded that the visions halt. What was a powerful river is now a delta of branching choices, a thousand paths and Goosefeather can never again tell where they will flow.

...This is upsetting, to him. He spent his whole life carrying out visions of the future, got his sister killed, dedicated himself to putting a tyrant into power, and Bluestar broke it. Just, casually shattered it. After everything. After every pain he'd been through.

What was an inevitability to him was a choice for her. That is extremely painful. I don't think he really recovers from it, dying shortly after.

The last appearance I have planned for him is by voting to save Bluestar during her StarClan trial, one of the few that are committed to this. It offers a glimpse of hope that people's minds can change, even though her odds don't look good in the beginning.

(this trail ends up going so well for Bluestar that Thistleclaw and many of his supporters leave heaven in anger.)

#Bluestar's Flowers #Forget-me-not AU #Bonefall Rewrite #Bonefall Bluestar #Bonefall Goosefeather

[strxbrymochi]

chapter 31. to a second chance

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synopsis: when jeno took over his family's empire, yn was the last person he expected to see given their past. now, she's in a relationship with one of his best friends, and he's left wondering about "what could have been". surely working together wouldn't revive any unspoken thoughts. right?

warnings // not much

word count: 1-2k

a/n; and with that "maybe this time" is officially over. thank you to everyone who supported my first smau (ofc special shoutout to @justalildumpling for encouraging me ily) and hopefully there will be more to come (if i fix my sched lol!) let me know if theres anything else you'd like to see, send me messages/asks and let me know what you think of mtt!! i'd love to make friends but also to hear all your thoughts :)) thanks friends and see you guys in my next fic <3

"come on jeno, have a little bit of fun!!" haechan says, pulling him into the group circle. they've been here for 2 hours now, and he has still not ingested a single drop of alcohol. he was eyeing you, he could see you from the corner of his eye sitting with your friends, talking about God knows what. mark, maybe. of how stupid he was for letting a girl like you go. that was what he thought at least.

"i know what will get you to drink." jaemin starts. "hey!! who wants to play some beer pong?"

they start setting up, dongju of course making his way to the table. "come on bro, you can't not expect me to be at a beer pong showdown." he jokes, taking a swing of his drink. some concoction someone made. you follow to watch but then memories of all the games you played with mark floods your memory. you couldn't handle this, being around this environment, these people, just reminded you of him.

you turn and make your way back to your room, locking the door and sitting behind the door, just to make sure no one comes in. head in your hands, you start crying. soft, muffled cries escape your lips. you're so tired of crying. you probably cried as much now as you did when jeno rejected you then. but it hurts, a different type of hurt though. like your heart shattering into a million pieces. mark was the guy who pieced you up again, made you feel whole. complete. but he took your heart and dropped it, and all the glue disappeared just like that. you were back to being a million pieces broken. how does one recover from something like this?

"y/n?" you hear a soft knock. "are you okay?" you hear brie and rinji's voice behind the door.

"can we come in or do you want to be alone right now?" they ask. you've had a bit to drink, no you've had quite a lot. your lip was numbing, head hurting, but that could also be because of all the crying and dehydration. and the fact your mind was running 500 miles an hour now.

you remember seeing jeno come in with his friends, but you were tipsy then. seeing him for the first time since the whole fiasco as your birthday, other than work at least, felt odd. you felt anger, embarassment from what happened but at the same time, curious? as if you wanted to know what he thought and that you were genuinely considering the possibility of it being a second chance.

"do you guys believe in right person, wrong time?" you swing open your door to see a confused brie and rinji.

"uhm...." they stutter, looking at each other then at you. it's quite loud, so you're raising voices. you hope they can hear you.

"how about red string of fate?" you go on, "like the idea that everyone has one person who they're destined to be with and no matter what happens they'll find their way to each other?" you think back to everything that has happened since then. was this meant to make you realise that mark wasn't the one? that maybe coming to seoul again was a sign for something? i mean surely everything happens for a reason?

"where is this coming from?" brie asks cautiously.

"nowhere. i just-" you start. "now that i'm single, feels weird saying that" you pause and take a breath. "i miss him." you say, finally, a tear starting to roll down your cheek again.

brie and rinji close your door and walk you to your bed, taking the spot next to either side of you.

"i hate how even when he does this, he's still sweet and still cared about me. i wish he would've just cheated so i can be angry but he didn't. it wasn't his fault, his parents did what they had to do for the company and he was just collateral, that's how the business works and i can't fault him for that. it just sucks how he moves on, gets a wife and a successful career to continue his family legacy and i'm here, broken and single and alone." you say, in between sobs.

"look honey, i know its tough but what would mark want you to do?" rinji asks, "if he was still here?"

"he would want me to be happy..." you sniffle. no matter what, mark told you he wanted you to be happy, to find someone who would love you and care for you the way he did, or ten times more than he did. "he told me to talk to jeno." you say, hesitantly.

"do you want to?" brie asks.

"i don't know but i feel like i should." you say. "maybe let him explain his side too? i kinda just left him there all those years ago."

"well uh," rinji says, eyeing brie, obviously plotting. "i think that's very mature of you y/n."

"is he still here?" you ask.

"we can look for him for you. maybe go downstairs so you guys have a quiet place to talk?" brie says.

☁️☁️☁️

"you wanted to talk?" jeno's voice hits your eardrums faster than you can react to the man standing behind you.

you turn, and you see him. hair a bit messy from the party, shirt wrinkled. he stood there, not moving.

"yea, i did." you say, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. you were nervous. and why wouldn't you be? you didn't know what the hell you were doing.

"i uh, can't guarantee anything though cause i'm quite drunk." you say, a small laugh escaping.

"me too." jeno says, approaching you and taking a seat next to you. "haechan and jaemin really got me tonight."

"the same with my friends." you say. "wait, do you think they planned this?" you look at him suspicious.

"i- i don't know but i wouldn't be surprised." he says.

a silence dawns over you both, as if one is too scared to speak over the other, so you just sit. in silence. afraid to say a word.

"what's your side?" you finally ask.

"excuse me?"

"that night. in the beach, when i told you i had feelings for you." you say. "what was your side? i kinda ran away before you said anything so i'll listen. now, i'll stop talking and just listen to your side of the story."

was this it? was this his second chance?

jeno took a deep breath. the cold air leaving a faint pink on his cheeks. this was it. he lost you once before, he didn't want to wait to lose you again.

"i liked you." he says, softly. "i like you."

"as in like as an employee? yea i got that..."

"no yn like, i like like you. i did love you too, all those years before, and you saying it, it didn't feel weird, i didn't know how to react so i just kept silent. i didn't want to stop you from reaching your dreams so i just watched, and let you go, even if it hurt me. and i thought i was over it, but then i saw your file and seeing you at work again, was a floodgate, everything just came back and it didn't help you were with mark hyung too. do you know how hard it was for me to do him that favor of buying you those gifts? how much i wished it was me who was surprising you? that it was me you would call to pick you up? or take care of you? or if you just wanted to talk to someone if you were having a bad day?"

you sit there, eyes almost budging out of your sockets from the sudden confession. now it was your time to be silent and listen to what he had to say.

"i tried, really, really hard, trust me. i tried to kill any feelings i had for you but it never left. i ignored you after you asked me if i ever loved you at your party because i knew i wouldn't be able to control myself and you were in a relationship for goodness sakes, and now you're ex is getting married like who does that? i'm so sorry i couldn't protect you from that type of heartbreak but then again, i'm to blame for every other heartbreak you had before that hey?"

"i know you just got out of a relationship and you still love him, and it might be too soon but im answering your question. i'm not going to stay silent anymore. i loved you, yn. and i still do. i think you should know, at least." he finishes. he's refusing to make eye contact. he's nervous too.

"maybe," you start. "we should try this again?"

"what?" he asks, looking at you, confused.

"this." you say, gesturing to you two. "us being friends and seeing where it goes."

"that's it? that's all you have to say?" he says.

"i think, everything happens for a reason. i think me meeting mark was a good thing that's over but i also think me coming back here in seoul to work for you out of all the thousands of firms out there had a reason to happen, i think that us sitting out here finally speaking was for a reason too." you say. "then again, i am drunk, so." you both laugh.

"alright then. let's go back to where it all started." jeno says, standing up. you follow him. he extends his hand for you. "hi, i'm jeno, and you are?"

you give him a small smile and shake his hand. "i'm yn, nice to meet you."

"yn i think i owe you a drink, what do you say? for old times sake?" jeno asks.

"i'd love that." you say, smiling at him. "for old times sake."

☄️☄️☄️

"HAH I KNEW IT. 10 BUCKS PAY UP." haechan cheers, with the rest of the group reaching down their pockets to pay their half of the bet.

they were watching you guys by the window and they were betting on whether or not you and jeno would confess and reconcile in one conversation or if it would continue on longer.

"you better pray to God he doesn't break her heart again lee, because i swear i will-" seokwoo starts.

"i won't. i promise." they all look behind them to see you and jeno smiling at them.

"so you guys did plot against us huh?" you say, accusingly. "i see how it is."

"yeah yeah yeah but you're all happy now so what's the point? we didn't even have to do much everything just played out on its own perfectly." haechan defends himself, earning some laugus across the room.

"enough with the sappy stuff let's have some fun!! this calls for a celebration!" dongju says, running over to get (more) drinks for everyone.

"what do you want to toast to yn?" jeno whispers beside you.

"to a second chance." you say, lifting your glass to which he hits his glass with. "to a second chance," he repeats.

"and maybe this time, it'll work out just the way it should be." 🍓

🫵🫵🫵

tags: @n0hyuck @toodleeee @vianna99 @mark-geolli @polarisjisung @dinonuguaegi

#nct dream scenarios #maybe this time smau #nct dream fluff #jeno fluff #jeno smau #jeno x reader #jeno x you #nct dream fic #nct dream social media au #mark smau

[emyluwinter]

A few ideas about the Postman AU

The main ideas of Au

Yuu is a postman in a supernatural world where there are 7 (+1 one more. But it is secret and almost erased from memory) of territories inhabited in one way or another by mythical creatures such as Merfolks, werewolves, vampires, fairies, dragons and so on.

There is also magic and teleportation, but logistics points are still tight due to the fact that the territories are located in more remote places. Roughly speaking, a remote place that you just can't get into.

Unlike their "ancestors", the current generation is less aggressive. Yes, they swear among themselves 24/7/365, but not so bloody in the past.

There are also "Hunters" who mainly look after the territories so that they do not incite wars and conflicts among themselves. And they are engaged in those who were forcibly "converted", both by the victim and the attacker. Or they are sent to a "Realibitation Center" on a certain territory so that the convert receives specialized help and can accept his new reality. And also to understand how to live on and what to do in general.

***

A little bit of the relationship between Yuu and other territories. The names are the same as those of the dormitories. It's not all here because I still think it might fit…

The Pomfiore are vampires for the most part. - Sunscreen is their specialty.* plays with eyebrows * Pfff. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. They specialize in potions and also perfectly help with alternative options for donated blood.

Heartslabyul - they mainly help the postman with renting "carts" if you need to transport heavy boxes over long distances or if there are too many of them to carry everything in one bag. They have like magical hedgehogs, having fed special berries to increase growth, you can persuade them to take a small "walk" to their destination.

Riding hedgehogs…San, where the hell did you get to go..

I think they are mostly engaged in magical tasks from the outside in this territory.

Savanaclaw - WEREWOLVES. AUF. * laughs * sorry, I can joke so ridiculously and you won't stop me. No one is eager to go there because there are a lot of newcomers who move a lot and want to "frolic" at full strength. Leona was completely confused when he saw about 4 of his wards all in bites and bruises from the "humble Postman"

-Um…. chief….and now we will turn back into people if an ordinary person bites us?

-I'm surrounded by idiots…NO, THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS. DID SOME POSTMAN BITE YOU?!ARE YOU SERIOUS?!ARE YOU DOGS TO CHASE THE POSTMAN??? All the "victims" immediately look at Jack. Jack sighs wearily and begins to growl menacingly.

-How many times can I talk about it…I'M A WOLF. WOLF. NOT A DOG. NO, I'M NOT CHASING POSTMEN!!

Diasomnia - fairies of all kinds.

Yuu, to put it mildly, were greatly confused when they saw Silver, usually a person among all the faeries.

-Can I ask you something?…don't take my words for rudeness. ..How did you end up here?! Silver is completely calm - My father brought me here…

-AH… I see….NO. WAIT. THIS NOT A KINDERGARTEN?!?

Postman Yuu passively-aggressively HATES IDIA WITH HIS ENDLESS DAMN PARCELS.

-Orto I ask you to put a restriction on the purchase for your older brother.

-Why?Are there problems with border checkpoints?

-No, no, no, it's all right….I'M JUST SICK OF CARRYING THESE PACKAGES. 244 BOXES?!IT'S ONLY TUESDAY!!

Yuu finds Grimm in the form of a "big beast" (like the one from the prologue) wounded and exhausted. Deep in the woods on one of his evening walks before going to bed. Only a few weeks later, Grimm recovered and decided that there was no point in eating this harmless person. And decides to join him.

It was one of the scariest nights for Yuu and they still can't understand how they were able to gain the trust of this "big formidable guy"

Yuu hides Grimm from the "hunters", telling them that he has found a "cute furry friend" and now they are under their responsibility. Grimm, in turn, uses his "big terrifying appearance" only in case of danger to Yuu and himself. So far, he's been pretty quiet and always tired because of wounds that haven't healed yet. Several times Yuu took Grimm with him on a trip to work as a postman so that he would not feel completely alone.

Grim really enjoyed riding with Yuu and looking at different views and landscapes of the territories. And also to receive all the care and love from this person.

I'm sorry that it's a little bit here, I'm a little busy with work and trying to understand my well-being..

#postman au #twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst yuu #twsited wonderland

[your-resident-boat-person]

what are your thoughts on the current situation involving the missing sub

Speaking purely from my gut, something tells me they either hit the crush depth or the hull simply just failed.

Speaking logically, I can't really say anything because anything is possible. The ocean is very big, and we only have a very limited amount of time left to find them. Assuming they haven't been crushed, our best bet at this point is the reports of banging. I can't speak on any of the rumors like the safety issues because I am not knowledgeable in that area and I don't want to perpetuate any potentially false information. Also, it's important to keep in mind that it's a submersible, not a submarine. Those are two very different things.

Personally, I'm a lot more liberal with the wreck than most. Many would argue that it is a gravesite, so artifacts shouldn't be recovered. Some of the more extreme people would even argue that the wreck should not be visited for any reason, including scientific study. Personally, I think the recovery and preservation of artifacts is extremely important (i would go into more detail, but that would be going beyond the scope of your question). Furthermore, I think a lot of the work Oceangate Expeditions has done has been very important. However, the wreck should not be a glorified tourist destination. Visitation should be reserved for scientists and experts. I use the term expert loosely, but I mean people who are knowledgeable about Titanic and other ocean liners (like myself). I think anyone who earnestly believes crackpot theories like the switch theory or the v-break theory or the coalfire theory should be immediately disqualified from visitation. People like that treat Titanic more like a source of entertainment and obsession rather than an area of study or respectful contemplation.

#rms titanic #titanic #ocean liners #ocean liner #missing submersible

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for abandoning the guy (20M) that got me (16M) out of prison and gave me something to do with my life?

The opening sentence surely makes me sound like the asshole but listen, there's a lot that's happened in the past week. So I've always had a short fuse and when I snap I tend to lash out to those around me. It's not something I'm proud of, but I've grown to live with it and the consequences it brings.

One of those consequences was ending up in jail due to an altercation I'd had with one of my professors (I was advanced to a collegiate education at a young age but was forced to drop out due to the aforementioned violent acts). My family disowned me because of this and because of that there was nobody coming to free me from jail. Until I met him. He invited me to join him in working as a soldato, a mafia foot soldier. I agreed as it was clear there was no place for me in the normal man's world anymore.

All that's well and good, our team grows to five people, we get on fine, but then things start going south. See, our team is all very anti-drug, they only bring bad things, and we thought our Boss (???M) was too, but there's been evidence of a drug trade continuing to happen in our territory despite all routes it could come in from being closely monitored and none showing evidence of that stuff or anything out of the ordinary for that matter.

Now that's bad, but things continue to take a dive. Going to start referring to people by letters here to make things more concise than just saying "that guy", so the man who got me out of prison and leads our group (B), brings on in a new guy (calling him G, 15M). He passed our Capo's test so I can't complain, but this kid has something about him that puts me off, a confidence I don't think I've seen in anyone before.

Not long after he joins word gets out our Capo has apparently killed himself, and B gives us all a mission: Recover our fallen capo's fortune. Simple enough right? We get attacked on our way there, just some thugs after the treasure, nothing huge. Once we reach our destination, we receive more information, a mission straight from the Boss and B getting promoted to Capo.

The mission was to deliver the Boss's daughter to him, lay down our lives should we have to as long as it means she makes it to him in one piece. The girl's fine, whatever, she's a little snotty but we gotta follow Boss's orders, right?

So we begin our several day journey, following random clues left out for us, like a treasure hunt except there's an assassin squad out for the girl's head and we just keep managing to run into them at every turn. A few close calls with death later, we wind up at the final location. Only one of us was allowed to bring the girl to her dad, the rest of us were to stay in one spot, I assume for privacy reasons. G offered to go but B ended up being the one to go with her.

At this point I'd thought we were finally done with all this, it had been a very VERY long week and I was tired of having to deal with the threats lurking on every corner all for this girl we barely knew. So imagine my confusion and annoyance when B comes back to us, battered and beaten, with the girl unconscious by his side.

Something had clearly gone wrong, but when I learned it was B who had caused it to go south I was. God I don't even know. He's always been a smart man, always sure in his ways, it's why I went with him when we first met. It's why I stayed by his side for so long. But he betrayed the Boss. It was, still is, utterly unthinkable to me.

Apparently Boss wanted the girl delivered to him to kill her himself, something about someone with his image running around rubbed him the wrong way. B had decided to save her and rebel, going on his own mission to take down the Boss. He made it very clear how dangerous what he had just done was, and that should we continue to follow him we would be putting ourselves in the path of a warhead.

I tried, so hard, to reason with him, convince him to give the girl back and apologize, to see how foolish he was acting. One of the other members agreed that what he was doing was insane, but.. He followed it up by walking over to him and joining him in the boat we came in on. One by one the team all joined B in that boat that would take them on a path to fight one of the most powerful men of the modern day and surely die because of it.

They left me and one other member (17M) standing by the water. The kid had asked B if he should join, B had strictly advised against it for our own safety, but the kid went and joined them anyway, even after they left him in his moment of hesitation. I know I was right in my choice, I can't just betray the organization like that for someone I barely know, and B had said to not come, right? But I'm not sure what exactly to feel about it. I feel betrayed despite making that choice myself... So, AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality #suicide mention

[eyecicles]

36, 57, 62!

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

I definitely used to, but I think I've learned my lesson. Even when I don't completely break ties with someone, I now find it hard to stay emotionally open after someone seriously hurt/disappointed me. It's especially difficult when I don't even understand why someone did whatever they did, of course.

57: Do you believe in true love?

Boring answer, but it depends on how you define "true" love. I'm not cynical enough to think that love is always self-serving, or that being a little selfish means you can't call it love. I just doubt that anyone is destined to love a certain person, or that it has to be an indestructible force for it to count.

But I know that some people know each other extremely well and still think the world of each other, all flaws included. And if someone were to call that true love, I wouldn't disagree.

62: What makes you happy?

Seeing my mum recovering from her cancer treatment, listening to good music, feeling inspired and actually creating something, seeing my dog happy, reading something interesting, discussing my interests with someone who's seems genuinely interested, gardening, ice skating...

#ask meme answers #13eyond13

[the-broken-truth]

Hello, my dearest friend. I decided to do something different from what I usually request of. Recently we have been into Greek mythology and a few hours ago I imagined myself being darling of Yandere dad Hades who grew an fascination towards me.

Let me give some information of “myself”:

My name is Ana, I am a eighteen year old Brazilian psychology student in the second year of college, I like to draw and write in my free time. My personality traits is: gentle, caring, friendly, quick to irritate, tend to forget things with ease and easily distracted. Physical traits are: Light brown skin, 5’3 height, dark brown eyes and long dyed red hair with dark roots. Clothing style is heavily on grunge and goth, besides I use a lot of makeup.

So my idea for the request is: Ana/Me is going through a rough time after a relative of mine’s death, let’s put an uncle, and I was very depressed and I couldn’t do anything right in work and at college due to my grief. When I started to visit my uncle’s grave constantly I met with the human version of Hades, that after I helped him pick up flowers to make a bouquet for his dead wife, he grew to have a fascination towards me and started to send people to watch me for a few days.

After around two weeks and I was slowly recovering from grief, one day after a long day of work and going to college, I was abducted and woke up on Hades’s palace. He said that from now on I would be his daughter and that I had no more reason to be in grief or sad, cause he got attached for me due to my nature.

Hades proposed that if I stayed in the underworld, he would give anything I want as long as I stay by his side and if I refuse, he would have to put my family in risk and punish them in their afterlife. Even if I tried to convince him not to do so, I decided that the best choice was that I need to obey the God of the Underworld or else my family would suffer. So I accept and he says that I would get use to it and that I would learn to love the underworld, besides being his daughter and helping him with everything he needs.

Also let’s be honest, I might make this man feels less lonely when his wife is gone. Anyway, sorry for the long request and I hope that you don’t mind if I make this one hahaha xD

In the world, there were cycles from beginning to end: A Caterpillar becoming a Butterfly, the progression of a vaccine against an aliment, the process of a bundle of parts becoming an automobile, but the most common and well-known cycle is the Cycle of Life. From the moment we are born, we are destined to die, nothing in this world is eternal…and I was finding that out the hard way as I stood before the headstone of a blood tie severed by the mortality of life.

Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. Allow me to introduce myself.

My name is Ana - A 18-year-old student that is studying psychology at a college here in my homeland, Brazil. I was called away from the college when I got the news that one of my uncles had fallen deathly ill and wouldn't have that much time left on this Earth. I rushed to the hospital where he was being kept and only a had few moments to say my goodbyes to him before he flatlined and fell into an eternal slumber. It was heart-wrenching for me, even more so for his children, but as I said, that was the cycle of life…it just never bothered me as much as it did at that moment when it clicked that death could happen to anyone, even those closest to you. I hope wherever he is, he finds the peace he was searching for in his mortal life.

It has been about 4 days since we laid him to rest and I still can't get it out of my head that I didn't even say a proper goodbye - maybe it was the guilt I felt from not speaking to him when I went off to college or having that many conversations while he was with us. I felt like I owed him that much and decided to give him that, even if his body could no longer hear me, I hoped that his spirit could and I was going to have that conversation with him and say my proper goodbye, but first, I needed a proper tribute - something my uncle loved doing was tending to his flower garden in his home and I was going to bring some flowers. Luckily for me, there was a flower shop near the cemetery where he was buried and I was heading that way now.

My hands were in my pockets as I walked up to the flower shop - Persephone's Flowers, the place was called - kinda funny that they named the flower shop after the Greek Goddess of Spring but it was a rather fitting name since this place was known for having the most beautiful flowers with the cheapest prices - it was perfect. I reached my hand out to take the door handle into my hand and pulled, causing the bell above my head it rings as I walked into the shop while returning my hand to my black jeans pocket. I looked around the shop and there were a lot of flowers - all with their own meanings and some with the same meaning - my uncle used to teach me that each flower had a meaning and each meaning had a proper place. I reached into my left pocket and pulled out the small list of flowers that meant farewell - I didn't want to say goodbye, just a simple farewell, I was sure we were going to meet again in the afterlife…wherever that would be.

Yellow or White Chrysanthemums

Marigolds

Black Roses

Willows

I picked four flowers so as to not overwhelm myself with choices and I remembered seeing some of these flowers in my uncle's garden…well, except for the Black Roses - Black really wasn't his color as it was mine. I heard the clicking of heels and looked over to the counter and saw a woman - taller than me by a head, with long white hair that was tied into a long braid that was thrown over her shoulder, wearing a baby blue dress with a flower bracelet on her wrist as she placed her hands on the counter, looking around the store before she laid her eyes upon me as I walked over to the counter - the name on her nametag read 'Demeter'.

"Good day, Miss Demeter. I was hoping that you could help me find some flowers." I said as I politely bowed my head and smiled at her which she returned but her smile looked sad and her eyes were full of sadness - she wasn't herself and I could tell, even though this was the first time I had ever met her.

"Hello, dear. Welcome to Persephone's Flowers. How can I help you?" She asked me with the same sad smile on her face. I reached the list over to her and she took it in her hand before looking at it with her icy blue eyes.

"Do you by any chance have these flowers in stock?" I asked her, she exhaled before looking at me.

"You have lost someone as well?" 'As well?', so I was right, she was sad for a reason. I wonder who she lost.

"Yes, Ma'am. I recently lost my uncle about 4 days ago. I didn't have the chance to say a proper farewell to him and I want to make up for that." I said as I looked at the ground.

"What is your name, dear?" Demeter asked.

"My name is Ana." I answered

"Well, Ana, I have all these flowers with the exception of black roses, someone bought the all out a few days ago…and I don't blame him." Demeter looked at the ground before the bell rang once again as the door opened but I didn't turn to look. I heard thundering footsteps and saw a shadow engulf my own but still, I didn't turn around.

"Hades… What are you doing here?"

'Hades?'

"I was hoping that you got more Black Roses." A grumbling voice behind me.

I turned around at the sudden tone of voice that rumbled behind me and came face to face…or rather face to chest… with a rather tall individual. My brown eyes slowly scaled the tall figure until they locked with eyes as crimson as rubies; I was only half his size, man, I felt like a shrimp. He was dressed in a black suit with a matching tie, and his right hand was lifted to show Demeter the 3 Black Roses he had in his hand - rings with giant gems (Rubies, Sapphire, and Emeralds) dawned upon his hand. He had long black hair with a long black beard that connected at the sideburns. However, the most exciting thing about him was his eyes - they were as crimson as the ruby ring on his finger - I couldn't tell if they were contacts or his natural eye color. Still, they radiated the same sadness that I felt, that Demeter felt, the dismay of the loss.

"Hades, I told you that you didn't need to constantly bring flowers to her grave - I know that you miss her, I miss her as well, but you need time to heal and grieve," Demeter said to the tall man but looked down at the flowers in his hands, I looked at him with sadness in my eyes before looking at the flowers - he clearly wants to make a decent bouquet of flowers for his wife. I knew I shouldn't have opened my mouth but I lifted my hand to present the flowers to the grieving man - he looked at me with confused eyes before I opened my mouth to speak.

"These flowers symbolize 'Farewell'. I may not have known your wife or know you but I think she would always like these flowers instead of Black Roses, and you can add the black roses to this bundle." I said with a small smile, Hades looked at the flowers before reaching his large hand slowly to the flowers and wrapping his large hand around the stems - I released the flowers and he looked at the bundle of flowers.

"Thank you…" Hades said as he looked at me with a gleam in his red eyes that bore into my brown ones. I smiled at him before walking around the store again to collect the same flowers to make a new bouquet and walked back to the counter with the flowers in my hands - Demeter rang me up. I paid before Hades paid for his flowers and the two of us walked out of the store, walking in the same direction.

'We must be heading to the same place.' I thought as I walked down the street with the large towering man beside me; it was like we had dark clouds hovering over our heads but we didn't say anything. Just walking in silence.

[The Cemetery]

I looked upon the headstone with unshed tears in my eyes as I reached down and placed the flowers on the grave before opening my mouth to speak. I greeted him and spoke to him about past moments and hilarious moments in our past. I asked for his forgiveness for not being around while I was in college and told me that I would come to speak t him again before turning on my heels and walking away from the grave with my hands in my pockets. I walked down the stone path when I stopped at the sound of rolling thunder, I looked up to the grey skies before the downpour hit my skin. I closed my eyes and exhaled - just great - I was getting soaked...until a massive umbrella covered me and blocked out the rain, I looked at the familiar massive hand on the handle of the umbrella and followed it to the face of Hades.

"You will catch a cold if you remain in the rain for too long." His deep voice said as he stood near me and looked down at me.

"Thank you." I said as I smiled at him and he smiled at me as well.

"I want to thank you. The flowers you picked out were a lovely bouquet and I'm sure Persephone would have loved it." Hades said as he and I walked down the stone path, out of the cemetery, and down the sidewalk.

"Persephone? Was that your wife's name?" I asked him.

"Yes. She was the founder and owner of Persephone's Flowers along with her mother - Demeter." Hades said as he looked down at the ground as our feet splashed on the rain-covered sidewalk.

"I see. I'm sorry for your loss but it is the cycle of life." I said as I looked up at him.

"The Cycle of Life? I am familiar with that." Hades said as he walked me over to my car, I unlocked the car and stepped inside before closing the door. I thanked him before he asked me for my name, I gave it to him before I placed the key in the ignition and drove away - I need to get ready for my schooling in the morning.

[Two Weeks Later]

The wound slowly began to heal but something was going on - for some reason, I have been feeling like i have been flllowed. I have been noticing the same man with red hair and pale skin in a black business suit but he never speaks to me, just stares at me. I noticed him while I was working at a cafe in Brazil, he would sit at the table, drink his coffee, and stare at me but he always left when it was closing time.

One night, I was leaving the cafe after a long day at work and walked into the cafe parking lot with my eyes narrowed from the tiredness in my eyes as I walked to my car with my keys in my hands when I accidentally dropped them under the car I got down on my knees and reached under the car until I touched the car keys and pulled them from under the car. I smiled and rose to my feet and looked in the car window to see someone standing behind me. before I could turn around and cloth was placed over my nose and mouth and I suddenly felt dizzy until I passed out.

[The Underworld - Hades' Palace]

My head was hurting. I opened my blurry eyes and blinked until my eyes came into focus - I was no longer in the parking lot of the cafe. I wasn't even in the college dorm. I didn't know where I was! The room was luxurious but it was full of items that weren't from Brazil. Suddenly, the door opened and a boy with short black hair, ashy pale skin, one green eye, and one red & black eye, dressed in a red greek toga...and were his feet on fire? He looked at me before looking out into the hall and yelling out.

"Father! She's awake." The boy said before another figure walked into the room.

It was Hades but he looked different, his skin looked greyer and his eyes were black and red. He was dressed in a red and black toga with a skull on his shoulder and rings on his fingers.

"Ana. It's good to see that you are awake now." Hades said as he walked into the room and sat on the bed at the foot. I crawled away from him, eyes wide and throat dry.

"What's going on?! Where am I?! What are you doing here?!" I demanded to know.

"You are in the Underworld in my palace." You will be staying here with me and my son - Zagreus - from now on as a daughter of Hades." Hades explained but I just shook my head, "I know that this is a lot to take in but there is something you need to understand. You are mine now, you are my daughter and if you don't submit to me, I will bring misfortune on the family you share blood ties with." I looked at him with wide eyes and looked out the window, if I didn't stay with him, my family with suffer. I looked at him and nodded my head, he smirked at this, "Welcome home, Daughter."

#Hades #Zagreus Hades #OC: Ana

[thebarefootking]

I know I just sent you an ask about despe/hiromu, but if you're still taking requests can I get your thoughts on douki too? I too adore this little gremlin man, and I adore the way you write about wrestling.

I have been beating my head against the wall for DAYS, trying to figure out how to answer this ask. I got so stressed out over my own inequality to the task that I had an unsatisfactory dream about meeting Douki (in full ring gear) on public transportation, where we had a painfully awkward and brief social encounter. None of this is your fault, nonny. I appreciate being made to think. Douki is just fucking confusing, I have lots of feelings about him, he's my Favorite of Favorites, and I genuinely just don't know what to write or where to start. I'm going to give it a solid try, though. Please forgive my tardiness, and enjoy these three songs that inevitably give me Douki feels.

----------------------------------- Sometimes in life, there is no sensible avenue to your destination. Sometimes, the most reasonable route between point A and point B is a freefall. Although I am no longer practicing, I spent my entire childhood and youth in an environment that prioritised, over and above everything else, religious faith and the mystical experience thereof. I am also in possession of a brain with both bipolar and adhd. These facts combine to form a person deeply prone to perceiving meaning, intention, and importance in places where others do not -- and, sometimes, to acting impulsively on these perceptions. Is it any surprise that such a person would find resonance in a character like Douki? Douki, who attests that everything has meaning? Douki, who responded to rejection by hauling ass to a different continent, with no prospects, no money, and no ability to speak the local language. Douki, who returned to Japan with the intention of kicking Jun Kasai's ass -- by showing up to a deathmatch entirely unarmed, even his teeth covered by his mask. Douki, with the anger of a martyr and the patience of a thief. Until suddenly... that's not quite right at all. Douki, whose greatest wrestling strength is -- not his unique and experimental moveset, not his stylised presentation, not even his commitment, but -- his absolute gameness. His readiness to, at the drop of a hat (even, I have my suspicions from watching him closely, when he is working injured -- though I wish he had both the ability and willingness to not fucking do that; this Moose's heart can't take that shit), to 'yes-and' the hell out of whatever he is given.

Oh? You beefed it on your finisher? You're gonna do something batshit off the top rope to distract everyone? Sure, I'll catch you with my smaller, wobbling, clearly injured body which is currently incapable of performing even my most familiar moves with any amount of grace. We'll make it look cool as hell! Nobody will even notice that you botched the most important move of the match -- and if they do, now they can't say a fucking word about it without sounding like an asshole. Oh? My old training buddy from Mexico just returned from his second major injury in three years? He needs to look badass to prove he's recovered and like his old self for now so that people question it less when he gradually changes his style to something that will keep him in the business longer? Bet. We know each other in the ring like butter knows toast. We can both bring it. ... 'Barricade'? What's that? And so on. Every damn time. If you give him something to work with, he will spin it into gold. This has the unfortunate downside of making his matches a little hit-or-miss; if his chemistry with his opponent or partner is bad or if they give him little to work with, he frequently fails to deliver -- creativity and impulsivity are traits of his, but pure initiative in the ring is something he seems to struggle with, at times (though I note he's getting better, and some of this deficit is apparent only, and due to questionable booking). (Jesus, that sentence got away from me.) Of course Douki appeals to me. He has an unassailable faith. Perhaps it's Minoru Suzuki's 'faith in the future' he once ascribed to the man who would become El Desperado -- perhaps something more enigmatic. I have a hard time sussing out exactly what is going on in Douki's head at any given moment, and he often does things that surprise me, in a way that someone like Despe usually does not. (Example: 07/01/2023 in CMLL when Douki let his teammate Zandokan Jr. shake him around by the skull, and his response appeared to be utter delight. What even was that? I think Zando's the best thing since sliced bread, and even I'd probably be pretty damn unsettled if he grabbed me from behind by the cranium and started shaking. And afaik, that was their first time working together. Fucking weird vibes that whole match.) (I need more of that shit, actually.) Douki's a hard read for me in general, so I'm not confident in my assessment, on this one. But it feels like he has faith in the process. Probably not in the future, maybe not in himself, and certainly not in the system. He has faith in the process of life, in the journey, in the getting-there. And that's why there's no one better at throwing himself into a freefall when necessary than Douki. He knows how to build his wings on the way down, and he's done it a thousand times before. (Tbh, I think Hiromu learned more than just the physics of the Douki Bomb from him. I think he might have gleaned enough of the philosophy to greatly ease his path.)

#wrestlebloggin #wrestling asks #douki #hiromu takahashi #gently featuring #jun kasai #minoru suzuki #el desperado #thank you so much for the ask AND the compliment! multiples are very welcome #i was *really* hoping someone would ask about douki anyway #i just didn't realise what that would ENTAIL on my part xD

[machtaholic]

My 2023 According to AO3

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I posted TWELVE fics in 2023!!! One in The Witcher fandom (Geralt x Jaskier) and ELEVEN in the Stranger Things fandom (Steve x Eddie)!

The Witcher:

A Change of Face

“Well, put it back,” Jaskier demanded. “I don’t want this face. I want your face.” Just a quick, slightly cracky (but perhaps plausible?) explanation for why Geralt will look different in Season 4.

Stranger Things (oldest to newest):

You Are Your Own Magician

"What do you do when you realize you've been living a life that other people have told you you should be leading?" Steve realizes that he hasn't been making his own choices for a long time and decides to change that … and then Eddie returns.

I Want Candy

The Party all goes to Steve's for a swim in the pool. When they arrive they find Steve in the driveway washing his car. Eddie is aroused.

I WIll Sing You a Praise Chorus

“How much of Steve is a mask and how much of it is real?” Eddie whispered. “Now that is the question,” Nancy replied. “I think only Steve knows the answer.” “Huh.” Now there was a mystery Eddie was eager to crack. Eddie works to crack the mystery of Steve Harrington and reaps the rewards.

A New Style

Steve gets a haircut. Eddie gets feral.

A Different Kind of Brave

Eddie ends up in Indianapolis and runs into Steve at the most unexpected of places … the Glamour Haven Institute where Eddie finds himself one of Steve's clients. And this Steve is different than the Steve Eddie knew back in Hawkins. Realizations are made and revelations revealed but something is still stopping Steve from being his new self back in Hawkins. Can Eddie help Steve push past his nerves and free himself? Spoiler alert -> yes, Eddie can.

5 Times Eddie Sabotaged Steve's Dates (+1 Time Where Eddie was the Date)

points to title Steve has a very specific list of qualities for someone to date, but somehow doesn't seem to use his own criteria. So Eddie does it for him. And discovers maybe he's actually the perfect person for Steve.

You Happen to Me All Over Again

It's Memorial Day Weekend 1990 - four years have passed since Eddie Munson was lost to the Upside Down and everyone has tried to move on. But then something happens at the Creel House and the Upside Down spits something out. Or rather, something. The Upside Down expels one Eddie Munson. And the only person he seems to recognize is Steve so he's taken to Seve's to recover. And maybe, just maybe, the two of them can help each other heal.

I'm Lost (I'm Found) In You

All the stress and trauma Steve has gone through made him start to go prematurely grey at the age of 20. So he wants to fix it. Eddie convinces him to keep it.

You Can't Rehearse the Chorus

Corroded Coffin is a famous band, selling out arenas after opening for Metallica. Eddie Munson, it's lead, has some very specific needs. And his manager Nancy always makes sure he has what he needs. During Corroded Coffin's Indianapolis shows, Nancy finds what Eddie needs … Only it's Steve Harrington, Eddie's crush from high school. And for Steve, finding out his client is Eddie is … surprising. They have a whole week together - what happens when it's all over?

Destiny Inn

It's the first Christmas post losing Eddie - Steve is on a quick road trip and trying to get home in time for Christmas Eve. He stops at a roadside motel called Destiny Inn where he sleeps. And dreams. Of Eddie. But it's just a dream, right? Or does Destiny have a plan for him? [spoiler - totally not a dream wink]

To the Gods I Will Speak Bluntly as We Traverse the Road to Right

When the emperor with the golden heart and the unknown demi-god unite, Vecna’s reign will end. In a world filled with magic, gods and goddesses, where a prophecy is destined to bring Eddie and Steve together and a vengeful god will do anything to keep them apart, can Eddie and Steve find their way to each other and achieve their happily ever after? [NOTE: Billy is NOT GOOD in this fic, please be forewarned]

#long post #my fics #according to AO3 #stranger things #steddie #writer's block broken

[buniyaad]

#deadass forreal forreal#one thing i hate about ppl who sensationalize chris but then turn around and shit on jon is this right here#like cousin be real#chris ALSO got shafted by the narrative and they did it to pitch some ultra epic romance and keep clark form raising him#age-ups are common for a reason#i am deadass terrified they're gonna age up otho and split her from osul so clark won't have to raise her either#truly terrified#clark's children suffer on account of being his kids#it's sad and i hate it and neither chris nor jon are at fault for being editorial's playthings 😭😭😭#real talk#dc comics

OP I am vigorously shaking your hand, THANK YOU.

I have been screaming about how Jon got the literal SAME treatment as Chris for AGES but people can't seem to get over the fact DC decided for the UMPTEENTH time that you know what couples need? Biological kids over adopted ones we have always been screwing over anyway! Chris isn't the first adopted kid to get fucked over by DC! Stop concentrating your anger on the fictional characters and start getting angry at the writers and editors! I want THEIR asses on a platter, not Jon's!

Oh, let's not forget the fact Chris was always going back to the Phantom Zone at the end of his debut run— but because Last Son's artist had to take a nearly year-long break due to health issues, the other writers took that as an opportunity to develop Chris and his relations with the Superfamily.

Superkids are disposable for Clark angst, whether one accepts it or not. Chris isn't the first to get the shaft (that would be Cir-El, who was even retconned as not being RELATED to Clois because people hated her guts as a Supergirl-replacement so much) and as you can see, he certainly isn't and won't be the last (see: Jon). I'm sure those twins won't last long either.

(I have beef with Kennedy so I tend to ignore the twins' existence unless someone forces me to acknowledge them. He is on my shit list though— at least Jon wasn't created as a (blatant) replacement for Chris, unlike those two! I can't believe he even admitted that! In an interview!

You could have found a way to deage Jon and solidify yourself as a legend regardless of how the rest of your run goes, but noooo, you had to cram in your own OCs instead! You don't even get to own their IP, idiot!

Oh, and I read somewhere (or was it in the same interview?) that the girl was gonna die at the end of the Warworld saga too! As if the boy twin wasn't enough of an obvious replacement (who I might add even has some similarities with Chris too)! And you had to screw over the New Gods for them too! They are barely recovering from King's Mister Miracle, dude!)

see anon, one thing i've realized about BOTH dc fandumb and dc editorial after being off dc comics for nearly ten years is that......... they not reading 😂😂😂 that's literally it, and im tired of pretending like that's not a problem on BOTH sides. it's so funny bc yeah, chris was never meant to last, but he DID have an impact, but you would think that after the nuking of the universe, the failure that was the new 52, and then the rebirth initiative to bamboozle hoes back into buying overpriced singles.............. they would, like, make a genuine effort not to be stupid with their own heritage properties, but the clowns keep clowning!!!

as for the children of clark kent.... i mean, yeah. they're destined to suffer. i don't know kennedy johnson that well but i enjoyed warworld, and tbh, i love ALL of superman's kids. call me clown too, it's ok. i know there's no hope for any of them to lead any kind of meaningful life on account of being his children, adopted or not, but i do love how their characters fit into the broader narrative. unfortunately, i did not know he was using otho and osul to substitute for what would have been OG chris, but tbh, that does not surprise me.

just like it doesn't surprise me how a lot of fandumb is quick to blame pink capitalism as to why jon was revealed as bisexual and not, like, the fact that bendis didn't DO anything with jon after aging him up. homie was just floating in the 31st century macking on a telepath and looking like tom welling circa 2005 😂😂😂 listen, the gays are being fed for the time being. tomorrow they might decide we're not worth the hassle, but for now, we get to see cute pride specials with superman and his pinkette since no one's bold enough to write a series of elgibbityqueue elseworlds where clark gets to mack on john henry irons and jimmy olsen.

but i digress! i love those superkids! i love chris and jon! i hope bendis comes back and destroys the rest of this continuity so we can finally force editorial to commit to character bibles, and hire editors who aren't writing books that might be easy to adapt into shitty tv shows and movies. i also hope the next wave of dc blockbusters flop. plus i want kon el to kiss bart allen. i am a woman of multitudes.

#i thought most of pre-flashpoint fans left this hellsite gkjdxhfgkhdfgfd #thank you for proving me wrong #real talk #dc comics #superfam #lor zod #chris kent #jon kent #otho ra #osul ra #superman

[rarepairqueenmochi]

Here We Are (We've Finally Found Our Destiny) + 2, 3, 4, 5, 9, 10, 14, 15 (big fic gets a big ask m'kay)

*cracks my knuckles* Let's do this 2: The first scene I put down was the Charming-Beauty reunion because I knew there had to be at least one kid OC in this, and Daring and Rosabella seemed like the perfect fit for it. I also wanted to get an idea of Recovered Beast!Daring down. 3: There are honestly so many points of narration in this fic that I love. Darling debating on being a mom, Raven seeing how happy the Wonder-cule is with Clay, Apple having her own baby-brain thoughts. Also the descriptions of characters' new looks. 4: "Then what is there to be scared about?" It's later in the story, but this line to me encompasses the feelings of lots of characters. Their fears about destiny, their stories, their lives, romance and happiness, all of that. To me, this line is the question that everyone asked before making their lives their own. 5: Definitely the maternity struggles. I have no idea what it's like wanting to have kids, so I kind of had to wing it based off what I knew from others and other people's headcanons. 9: This story was as set in stone when I realized that the 10 year anniversary of Ever After High was coming up. I knew I wanted it to fit in with the anniversary and be 10 years later in canon, I knew what pairings I wanted. I knew what this was going to be from the beginning. 10: Sort of going in with canon for these pairings, ngl. Daring/Rosabella as well as Hunter/Ashlynn are essentially confirmed, and while Apple and Darling are destined true loves, Raven's connection to both was too significant to ignore. Cupid/Blondie, Cerise/Cedar, and the Wonder-cule were more for me, but a majority of fandom ships these as well. 14: Not necessarily learn anything, but reminisce on their childhoods and really get to thinking of how the stories could've continued for these characters. This is just one of many ways that the story could've gone on, and I would love to see other people's iterations! 15: I learned a lot about having fun with headcanons and changed dynamics, as well as learning to expand my own stories and think of the far-ahead events rather than the just-nows. Thank you for your questions, and for anyone who hasn't read Here We Are, please consider giving it a look! It's a celebratory fic for EAH's 10th anniversy, which was a couple months back, but it's never too late to read!

(can't link for some reason, but just check out my AO3 at rarepairqueenmochi!)

#ever after high fanfic #ever after high #raven queen #apple white #darling charming

[theangrypokemaniac]

Part Two

Best enjoyed with a cup of tea and some biscuits.

What I've explained so far is merely the intellectual portion of my hatred.

I don't think it's too much to ask for something to make sense and respect the history and laws of its own universe.

I haven't even started talking about my emotional reaction, which is somehow even more volcanic.

Little T.A.P. had what's known euphemistically as 'the artistic temperament' (nutter) and as such, was the most hardline, take-no-prisoners Rocketshipping extremist you'd ever have the misfortune to meet.

Worse than everyone on Tumblr, combined.

If anyone reading this considers themselves an obsessive, then no, mate, you're not.

You ain't seen nothing compared to my psychotic prime.

Glorious, it was.

I, but a simple, unassuming child, had a clear vision in life:

I will kill anyone who comes between you.

And I wasn't one o' these wishy-washy 'Oh there's nothing there now but it has potential' dishcloths, I was the Real Deal.

NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! IT IS UNSPEAKABLY BEAUTIFUL TRUE LOVE OF MYTH AND POETS AND SONGS AND DREAMS!!!!!!

As far as I was concerned, it deserved to ranked alongside the great romances of history and legend.

• Romeo and Juliet

• Lancelot and Guinevere

• Anthony and Cleopatra

• Tristan and Isolde

• Victoria and Albert

• Orpheus and Eurydice

• Nicholas and Alexandra

• Hero and Leander

• Heloise and Abelard

• Pyramus and Thisbe

But, you know, without the death.

Besides which, I had no internet, and no friends who liked Pokémon, so I sincerely believed I was the only Rocketshipper in the world, and felt it more intensely on top of the rest as compensation.

And if you watch the early Indigo League in the view that Jessie and James aren't just destined to be in the future, but a fully-fledged, when-can-we-be-married legitimate couple, but it's never mentioned much because it's not relevant to the main story of Ash's quest, then it bloody works!

Suddenly you start thinking that maybe they want that one big heist so badly so they have enough to retire on and set up home together.

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

See talking about brings it all the bastard memories back and how they all died and led to nothing and now I want to sit in the corner and cry for the love that never lived.

Imagine me, in such a state, watching this utter abomination, matching Jessie with a man, and it's not James, and thinking I would ever take it well.

I don't understand how anyone could.

The best (THE BEST!) explanation I have is that these writers, now needing to string it out until the final moments of Johto, realized they'd taken the romance too far and wanted to hold back, but did it in the most cack-handed, clod-hopping fashion, undermining it so the whole ship collapsed about their ears, from which it's never really recovered.

This team, after all, thought Tracey was a good idea, so how much could we ever expect?

I'm not saying it died that day, as I still found things (the second film, by Shudo), but this was the first inkling I got that, well maybe it won't end happily after all.

And that hurt.

I should've seen it in Bad to the Bone, but this decision made the uneven writing far too plain, so how could I ever put my faith in it all turning out alright, if it's so dependent on an individual writer's whims?

What if the last-ever-episode was written by the wrong person, and it was left to his decision?

I dunno. Maybe the success of Pokémon went to their heads and drove 'em doolally, thinking they could coast serving up any old tripe.

Or they never wanted Rocketshipping to be so big, and deliberately set about a sabotage to put people off.

After all, the dearth of shipping content come Hoenn, the first region after Shudo left, can't really be explained otherwise.

And everything beyond that is the most paltry, blink-and-you'll-miss-it table scraps, like Jessie touches James back for half a second and the fandom flies out of its mind about it because they're so deprived of proper nourishment.

Then the supposed big stuff always comes with a catch that yet again chips away at their formerly established personalities, giving with one hand but robbing with the other.

I once heard someone defend XY063 (AND DON'T START ME ON THAT!!!) with talk of how:

For something shippy to happen, something anti-shippy needs to happen first.

We can't take one step forward before we've took a step back, so nothing ever moves.

In the present anyway. The canon gets ripped to ribbons.

Well who says it should?

'Cause I don't remember any price paid in the golden age of Rocketshipping. Back then it was just allowed to happen.

So what changed?

It can't only be they cut down on the romance to give it greater appeal to children, thus turning a bigger profit, as what do they think we were?

But here is where you start to see the almost brainless willingness to ignore all that's gone before.

Anything to keep it going, eh?

The entire reason Jessie and James was special is because it's two kids adrift from the worlds they were born into where no one understood them...until they met.

You go by the original canon, and it's them chancing upon their soulmate, realizing it, and never parting from that day.

They was only ever going to be the other in their lives, and they knew, and IT WAS SO BLOODY BEAUTIFUL!!!

The idea there's one person for everyone is the magic material woven into all the highest dreams of humanity, and it made Little T.A.P.'s tender heart sing hosannahs to its holiness.

Oh, but yer can forget that now, 'cause it's all gone to shit.

Turns out Jessie DID have one of them connections (honest!), but it was some other random knobhead named Darren who sniffs glue round the back of Netto.

Oh-ho, I bet Keats, Byron and Shelley are dusting off their immortal quills as we speak, keen as mustard to commit these wholesome snippets to paranormal paper.

Get this: she, apparently, knew Darren practically from the maternity ward, and spent her whole life with him, which is longer than her own parents lasted (supposing that bit of her past stayed the same, and I'm not sure it did, but anyway) meaning he's the biggest relationship of any kind she ever had, the one constant source of emotional support and companionship throughout her younger years, twinned with her as no one else ever could be (PFFT!!!) but he's never been bloody mentioned before!

And he's never seen again!

And he's got No Fookin' Eyes!

He's SO important, but he also doesn't matter at all, as them writers don't care no more.

James not only isn't The One, he ain't even The Two after Osstin got invented, and The Three is Darren part two, for Jessie's slummin' it for sloppy seconds.

James is well down the rankings of First Ever Love Evah in the modern configuration, which is nice.

And they just keep twisting the knife!

Pokémon Tech. is a school for Trainers, so first-year pupils must be at least ten, therefore I surmised that's how old Jessie and James were at their fateful encounter.

BUT she's evidently younger than ten here, so not only have they killed off her joint history with him, they've gotta mock it too by making out it couldn't even come close to the depth of dependency she had on ding-dong-merrily-on-high Daz, since they go way back!

As I said, Jessie's established past is oblitered by this scene, but so too is James's, and now he didn't abscond from school to join a bike gang, and I don't know where he comes from either because Holy Matrimony! is out too.

If I'm generous however, and overlook that, presuming the 'rich kid' theme still applies, there's no telling why, when or how he ran away, but I'll guess he was ten when he did, for that's the traditional age of majority here.

As the Training Daze version of events now takes precedent with everyone who isn't me, and those lauding it want to hammer yer into submission about how Duh Twenny Fyve, this makes a fifteen-year gap from James leaving home to swanning up at HQ, which is just an enormous black hole of cold emptiness.

Has there ever (EVER) been an episode dealing with what happened to him then, who he met, what jobs he had, how he survived?

NO!

With Indigo canon binned (apart from the following, apparently, which is convenient), I'm supposed to accept that James, who wasn't just a small boy, but a preened, pampered only child and precious son and heir, fêted and catered to by a household full of servants, with no life skills or survival instincts to speak of, somehow scraped by on the streets on his own FOR FIFTEEN YEARS, with no Jessie to take care of him, or Chopper, or Tyra, or any kindly biker?

As if! He'd have been dead within hours!

Of course, he caught no Pokémon during this period either (being most of his life) and consequently had no form of self-defence to hand, but this colossal plot hole doesn't seem to trouble anyone.

Who knows, maybe in this timeline he stayed home until the night before Giovanni snapped him up, which I suppose makes Jessibelle his own personal Darren in significance.

Except people never mind if, by default, every new Jessie backstory comes replete with endless gobshite wasters queueing up to give her Forgotten Major Trauma, but if James has another woman, and it's Jessibelle, there's hell to pay.

Well no wonder she's miffed, staying with him for decades only to watch him walk out the door as soon as she slipped on the veil.

I reckon it's only the good humour of Vileplume that keeps her from tipping into full Miss Havisham mode.

Whilst I'm at it, the art style of Training Daze is a bit...off, and doesn't resemble the rest of Hoenn.

I suspect it's an imitation of how they looked in their earliest scenes, in fact the above screenshot is suspiciously like this one, even if they haven't bothered fixing the colours.

See? They can draw better. They just won't.

My theory is the crew knew retconning the past was playing with fire, so deliberately designed 'em as close as they could to early Kanto, thereby easing fans into accepting it, as if now it's obvious Indigo Jessie and James really went through the prequel, and were originally invented with this past in mind.

Yeah. Not that it makes sense, for if the Kanto style was that important to anyone they'd still be going by its canon backstories come what may, and certainly wouldn't have rolled over blithely accepting the mushed-up faces on 'em recently, but then, who really cares about coherent thinking?

It's so overrated.

And I can't deny it worked. People tie themselves in all sorts of weird knots insisting Training Daze ackshully does fit with canon...if you just shut up and stop noticing.

Once that got through, in their view we'd swallow anything, so why even try making it match?

Who is this supposed to be, man? 'Cause it don't resemble any Jess I remember.

If this picture had gone round labelled as 'Young Nurse Joy' before Sinnoh, no one would've doubted it.

What's wrong with yer bloody eyes, love? They ain't even the right shape!

How can I believe a backstory that happened to someone else?

Now I, being a calm, mild-mannered sort of soul, don't ask for much in life.

But he should die.

Incidentally, years after the fact I skimmed a Cori Falls story where Darren knocked Jessie about, and although I would never once suggest that happened (but it did) I can't say I have a single ounce of sympathy for him.

I mean, if he didn't want that sort of representation, he shouldn't have bloody turned up.

Please understand, I haven't relentlessly insulted him merely from a shipping perspective (die), but also with a fine artistic sensibility.

Firstly, he has No Bloody Eyes, which, logically, constitutes some sort of Shadow Dæmon, but more importantly, and much worse, is the brown hair.

Brown hair.

You're in an anime, and yer got brown hair.

...

YOU COULD HAVE ANY COLOUR IN THE WORLD AND YER PICK BROWN???!!!

Even worse ('cause it's personal now), it ain't even arranged in some ker-razy spiky display as compensation.

Oh no. He's too good for that. Instead Darren's got his barnet all nice and smooth, like a human haircut.

...

See what I'm saying?

He comes swaggering in here, throwing his weight around and upsetting everyone, and hasn't even got the decency to look the part.

Not even an inch of sideburns on this oaf.

I wouldn't mind nearly so much if we were dealing with some ultra-cool world-class titan, the sort of shining star suited to front any other anime, where you could understand Jess taking an interest, but I am not putting up with sticking this bog-standard, penny-pinching tow-rope, with his all-over even wood finish and cow lick, into her past without so much as a by-your-leave, and thereby casting aspersions on her character.

Just consider the insult:

You're telling me Jess has gone from bagging herself James, who's not only young, good-looking, carrying the classic anime style, AND actually matters in the grand scheme with a massive fan following, because he's well-designed and interesting enough to pull a crowd (plus, let's not forget, HE'S FOOKIN' LOADED, MAN!!!) to settling (and come on, it's settling) for eyeless, bland background filler, who wouldn't even pass muster as a one-time guest character?

Yer can piss off!

Indigo Jess had some flamin' standards and wasn't gonna compromise 'em, but Orange Jess apparently has no taste whatsoever, and is just bloody grateful when any old slobbering air thief shows interest.

And I'm not 'avin it!

See that's why she's on the floor. He hit 'er.

All I said about Darren being Jessie's main source of stability also applies in reverse, as she is that to him.

And still he effed off.

Arsehole. Complete arsehole.

What a classy moral-of-the-story routine this was for the romantically-inclined Little T.A.P.

'Used t'be Jessie crossed paths with her everlasting soulmate (James) and stuck it out through thick and thin.

Message: True love is real, kids!

Together forever!

No matter how long!

From now until the end of time!

Now? Oh yeah, she had a thing once, and thought it was the proper stuff, but...meh.

'Cause even after years together you just can't trust 'em not to leave.

Message: Never feel secure!

Not for one second!

You don't know what he's plotting!

Oh, kill the dream, why don't yer?

Let's not aim for something higher anymore, trying to convey the soaring ideals of love, so that, despite their misery and poverty, Jessie and James have a little beauty to cling on to through the darkness.

Nah, mate, kick 'em when they're down!

Thus Darren departs continuity, oversized coat and guide dog in hand, as Orange Jess sinks to her knees, pleading for his return.

Have some bloody self-respect, Jess!

You're so invested in a walking Cuprinol advert you're actually begging him not to go?

You like minimum-effort mediocrity THAT much?

And you're STILL sorry it didn't last?!

Fuxake, woman!

For if I accept it, I think less of her.

There once was a time when our Jess pictured herself as an earthbound goddess served devotedly by adoring slave boys.

Ooooh. Some of them lads have brown hair.

They've all got curtains, perms and mullets, man!

That's the default setting of anime!

Being mere fantasy figures, they don't really exist in this universe, and thus I'm cutting 'em some slack, given this whimsy never buggered up canon.

They know their place.

But watching her debase herself like this, crawling across the scratchy nylon carpet, clutching at the tan polyester seams of Darren's best waterproof ensemble, really got my goat, as that ain't the Jess I loved and idolised.

Old Indigo Jess wouldn't have stood for any of that nonsense, as her lovely little speech in The Ghost of Maiden's Peak makes plain.

Oooh, but she's just trying to save face because of what she did in the past.

A. You're only saying that in hindsight, wanting to believe Pokémon has a solid continuity where both Barren Darren and Austin Powers fit, even when it's impossible.

B. Where's the evidence for this in original canon?

C. There's nothing wrong with learning from others' mistakes instead of going there yourself.

D. Orange Jess evidently doesn't regret it, what with telling us all about sinking so low she's hankered after Spirits From The Nether Realm, and giving it good woe-is-me in the aftermath.

Back in the first series, all the fellas Jessie wanted waiting upon her had James's lean physique, with the majority sporting some variation on his hair colour.

Is it really just a coincidence that since then, none of her supposed beaus look remotely like him?

Each one has either brown or dark grey hair, making 'em as boring as possible:

• Darren

• Aston Villa

• Dr. Shite

• Speccy in the Lucario film.

• Him from Mewtwo Returns, whatever his name is, the sub says Penicillin.

So the art department's going out of its way to tell us:

1. James is NOT Jessie's type.

2. She has really low standards, yet he STILL doesn't meet 'em.

Now Darren doesn't really matter too much, since everyone else who hasn't been nursing a grudge for two decades forgets him.

Even I don't care until he comes up in screen shots.

Osstin however is the real shithouse.

He gets an entire bloody episode nurturing his canon balls.

See here's where the slippery slope knocks yer down:

• Make Team Rocket look Indigo for Training Daze.

Once accepted, don't bother letting Jess resemble herself in Crossing Paths!

• Introduce other men in a minor flashback.

Now the past is broken, have whole episodes pissing on its memory.

And how the quality has sunk in the meantime.

Darren, whilst a massive step down from James, is at least reasonably masculine, and probably as attractive as shape-shifters get.

Osstin meanwhile...

I'm gonna ignore the brown barnet, being a tangle of jagged edges, evidently over-compensating for what lies beneath.

'Cause he is ugly, man.

Jessie's tastes have degraded so badly they've slipped into the perverse, juvenile blood throbbing at the sight of a squeaky, short-arsed four-eyes barely bigger than herself.

Why, God? Why do you curse me?

James was a wealthy effeminate fop, in his day, Darren was a normal, middle-of-the-road incubus, in his day, both of which are a sight load better than whatever this is supposed to be.

You want me to believe Jessie's gone from either of them to a squinting, emasculated and vertically challenged dweeb, fogging up at the mere sniff of Reddit and SY-UNCE, and truly hideous to behold?

She left Darren for him, did she?

Takin' liberties here!

Remember it, tho?

Back when she was taking expensive dance classes in an unspecified region paid for by her indulgent moneybags parents with those familiar best friends of hers?

You know, that pair we keep seeing on the road.

Never not on our screens, are they?

I'm sick of hearing about 'em.

It's always Jessie getting dumped, you notice. Never her kicking the useless sod to the kerb, realizing she can do better.

Nope. Only James is low enough for that.

But do they really expect me to still love and admire Jessie, look up to her even, as I once did, when now I'm told she's so pathetic even nerds don't want her?

Bastards!

Oh, you're sorry this didn't work out, are yer Jess?

You're crying because you didn't marry the gormless incel and birth a dozen bi-focal babies?

Just look at yerself, girl!

Worse, Darren left her when they were reasonably grown-up, about the age she was in the Orange League, meaning if it happened (which it didn't) it had to be not long before Kanto began, so I might understand her still being upset over a man she'd known since childhood, supposing I did believe it.

BUT Osstin buggered off when she was at best, about bloody eleven, and so they had no romance in the first place, yet she's still moaning about The Geck That Got Away well into Sinnoh, meaning she regrets losing him more than Darren!

You're rapidly going down in my estimation, Jess!

Of course, the irony is James morphing into said revolting breed of 'male' in the later eras, so by rights Jessie ought to be on him like a pigeon on Monster Munch.

I marvel at anyone who kept their Rocketshipping hopes up this long, given just how many warning signals the writers put out over the years.

Nothing blatant, obviously. They're not stupid.

Even the quote above quietly kills off any hint of Jessie and James's then-relationship, and as usual with retcons, once said, you're expected to apply them to the past and pretend it was always this way.

No one loves Jess, kids!

And certainly not James!

All that Indigo evidence was just in your head!

There's never a positive reflection of her being glad she met James and Meowth, that these various conflicting pasts led to them, and so it all worked out in the end.

Every time she bemoans a 'lost love', it's a tacit admission she wishes she was anywhere but here, and with anyone but them.

Anyone but James, in truth.

Oh, that's cheered me right up.

How miserable she looks.

If nothing else proves Holy Matrimony! is out of continuity (barring bits of it, when useful), it's that her Orange League whining come after this scene.

And this one.

And this one...

...When she is plainly in a relationship with him.

Jessie's first action after staring into James's eyes for an unnecessarily long period of time is to move closer and wrap her arms about his neck, for one of those entirely platonic embraces, no doubt, both so captivated by the moment they've forgotten Meowth exists.

But it never happened, did it?

They've always been Just Friends, haven't they?

See when I rule the world (it won't be long now), and people ask why I did all them war crimes, I'm gonna point 'em to THIS for setting me off.

The End

#Rocketshipping #Team Rocket #Jessie #James #Jessie and James #Darren #Astin #Orange Islands #Wherefore Art Thou Pokémon? #Hoenn #Training Daze #Sinnoh #Crossing Paths! #Kanto #Holy Matrimony! #GIFS

[yukimini]

Sad Astrid Story

[I had a dream in 2020 and I decided to write it down, I just transcribed it but after 2 years I found the story again and I was kind of shocked, whenever I reread it I cry, I don't know why but I thought I should share it somewhere]

Astrid Old lady Ugly and dirty Waiting outside Asked a passing person to help her She wanted to make her dog who was kinda lethargic to walk to the show inside the house It was a small open dog talents show The walking person clicked his tong but walked inside with the dog The dog didn't do any tricks It didn't know any The guy was there just waiting the show to end The judge was really mad for the "your making me waste my time with such a dumb dog" The guy was pretty mad with the judge so he picked a ciggarette and put on his mouth Exalled a long and strange smoke and said Ya know If u go outside u will see a dead lady at ur entrance waiting for this almost dead dog go back to her Her name is Astrid and before she passed away She could sense me, a passing demon for help She could not see anymore And was only functioning in the base of desire and regret U see Every time that a big misfortune happened with her, she tried to compensate making a big dream that she had come true Things that she always wanted like trying ice cream or using make up She was homeless and lived only with her dog The last one, even I would not do something like this, was caused by a white kid with his white privilleged car, above rules like ur americans say The mommys boy wanted to see what he could do in the streets so He target a homeless person walking with his dog and rrrrun rrrun, runned over The lady went flying she smacked the head on the post and the dog ended in the midle of the street The dog was destined to die The lady didn't think on checking herself she was just really worried about the dog But nobody wanted to help her She was nobody in everybody eyes So she did what she always did She went to a beaultiful people shows It was in the neighborhoad she had saw the marketing before But the thing is, she was bleeding, she hit her head in a nail, she needed help too, but she was worried about the dog and this show was to she and her dog so it didn't matter This was the last thing she wanted to do for them both She was trying to keep the appearances But her conciouness was fading So she accidentally felt my presence Hey young lad, could you help me please? Uh? Me madamm? Oh ho elegant of you to call me madamm! Cof See, I am waiting them to call me, this is a talent dogs show I always wanted to be in one of these But my little one here is tired Oh i see Could you help me send him to this show I am pretty old and tired I can no longer help him She started sobbing U see... he was run over by a car and I didn't want him to die before our dream came true I am shameful but i am not pretty enough to be with him either She was with old worn clothes and some blood on her tough she didn't noticed Please kind one I can't go, but take my dog to this show please It maybe help her to live U see, always when bad things happen I wish to make some dream of my come true to i do not know Make things better Maybe one day this will make a miracle happen I trully wish a miracle to happen That my dog gains strengh and not die here So please take my dog with u to this show I would do anything to you if i could to compensate It is my dearest wish to make her live and do this dream for us, please And I took her dog here Some comotion Some people where crying ans some were surprised I smoked the last and tossed away Its time to take my leave so I disappeared They encountered the homeless lady dead outside She was in a nice dress, the make up was ok It didn't look as a homeless person, just like an old lady The dog was with some nasty health problems but someone who was watching the show took care of it and for everybody surprise has perfectely recovered Nobody saw the man ever again