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strawglicks · 6 months

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Talking About Cathal's Flaws Because Why Not

cathal is my whole world my whole universe they are allowed to do anything they want they can end the world and i will stand by their side i adore them. ok now that i got that out of my system let me genuinely talk abt his flaws and analyze it a bit more in depth

To Be Real, He's Very Spoiled.

Now, it wouldn't be fair to demean Cathal to just some spoiled brat. But, to be fair, the only reason they've gotten as far as they have is because of their dad holding their hand through it all. Cathal's dad is the only reason he has a job, is the jr V.P, and hasn't gotten fired.

Their dad wrote their personal statement to ensure they were hired.

Their dad specifically makes sure, no matter how many disciplinary records they have, that Cathal doesn't lose their job. This line may actually imply that they HAVE almost lost their job (which makes sense due to the amount of rules they've broken) but their dad stopped it from happening.

Not to mention, even when made aware of his son slacking around, Allan straight up lies to management. He claims he'll disconnect the cable immediately, but according to the following lines in Cathal's battle:

...Allan didn't do anything about the cable like he said he would.

Due to all this, it makes sense Cathal is spoiled. They just have their whole future handed to them on a silver platter without them even needing to try. And because they're not even given the chance to learn, grow, or develop new skills, they wind up rather depressed and apathetic. Which leads me to another point.

Cathal is Extremely Apathetic/Careless, Which Affects Themselves and Everyone Around Them.

A huge aspect of Cathal's character is his laziness, procrastination, and carelessness. But I think it's important to dive into the "why" of these qualities.

Like I said before, Cathal has their career handed to them without even lifting a finger. There are several times he slacks off, doesn't show up to work, doesn't DO his work, etc., yet he keeps his job because of his dad and nothing is done about these problems. This is likely one of the biggest reasons he's so apathetic and doesn't care to get around to his work anyway. If there are no consequences, what's the point of following the rules?

And that's where most of this behavior drives from. "What's the point?"

If the toons won't attack Cathal, what's the point of Cathal attacking the toons?

If their dad just keeps getting repaired, what's the point of destroying him in the first place?

What is the point of any of this?

Cathal seeking a meaning and finding none leads to their apathy and carelessness, which then causes them to slack off and make things harder on their fellow coworkers. This is shown in things like this comic, featuring a skelecog who's overworked just to do a simple, minimal effort task just because Cathal didn't feel like it.

What's the point of doing ANY work when he can have someone else do it instead?

Which leads me into another point-

Cathal is Quite Selfish and Doesn't Value Anyone's Time But His Own.

There are several instances of Cathal being pretty self-centered, specifically about their time being wasted. Almost like a certain someone...(graham. its graham. im talking about graham. these two are like two sides of one coin but thats another post for another day)

Many of these instances can simply be found in their fight dialogue.

They give total attitude when you interrupt their shows, rushing to get back to it because they find it much more important than their actual job: fighting the toons.

They're shown to generally be impatient and rude whenever they feel their time being wasted. (This handful of lines also displays some of Cathal's attitude and snarkiness, which I think goes WAY unnoticed in the community)

Cathal doesn't even seem to have any shame in the fact he wastes time. As a matter of fact, he almost seems prideful of it, like no one seems to understand how pointless this all is except for him. It almost gives him a bit of an ego (almost like a certain someone.)

That All Being Said, I Don't Think Cathal Has Any Malicious Intent.

I think they're young, spoiled, and inexperienced in the workplace. Their only real jobs have been helping their dad with small chores around the office rather than working for a massive company as a whole (not to mention being next in line as Jr. Vice President of said company. it's a lot of responsibility to spring onto someone so inexperienced, and it's a big responsibility to just hand to someone who clearly has no interest or passion in it.)

Cathal's never been given a real chance to find something to be passionate about, or given any real motive to be passionate about the things he DOES have. I don't think it's an excuse for him to sit back and make everyone else's lives harder, but it is an explanation.

I think Cathal is an important character to mention when discussing Cogs. Inc and how capitalist companies like this tend to destroy people. All it's done for Cathal is drain him of any passion or motivation whatsoever, if he had any before. The one thing he seems to be passionate about is his Dad, which is why he puts up with all this in the first place.

Anyway that's all I had to say. Cathal's an extremely important character to me, my absolute top favorite from TTCC (alongside Graham) and is heavily underappreciated and underdiscussed.

Here's a drawing I made a bit back of Cathal gaming because. This has been sitting in my files and I haven't found an excuse to post it LMFAO

#toontown #toontown corporate clash #ttcc #toontown multislacker #cathal bravecog #cathal ray toby bravecog #my big juicy brain in full effect #strawglicks art gallery #hell ig bc of the last image it does belong on the gallery .#its almost midnight and ive had a long day so if theres grammatical errors or i repeat points. oh well.

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six-white-venus · 5 months

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I wrap my fingers around the warm cup of tea. I have discovered that I like lemon tea now. I’ve been discovering a lot of things lately; my smile, to breathe without hurting, what it means to exhale, unwinded shoulders, and the love i have for my perima.

I take a sip. It’s new. It’s wonderful.

I learn to play rummy during my vacation.

I’m good at it, but my cousins are way better than me. But that’s okay. I’m still learning, and that’s okay.

I learn how to reduce points from my stack (one by one, I pick my troubles out of my chest. I don’t need them anymore), I learn that I know way more songs than I thought I knew (I look back at the path I’ve walked. How come I never noticed the flowers that lined them?).

My sister wins the game. I grin because I’m no longer in the last place.

I flip through the polaroids taken in the last two months.

click! I hold my birthday gifts in my trembling hands. They’re lovely. I burst into tears as my best friend holds me close. In her arms, I am safe. I know when I fall, she will be there to catch me, always.

click! I talk to her till midnight about all my woes. She’s saved as ‘mushroom head’ in my phone and I miss her terribly. A month later, we sit on the floor of a bookstore and she listens to me ramble about classics. The distance between us isn’t so huge anymore.

click! I’m out of breath from cycling. The girl painted in red sits behind me and yells, “Hurry! Before anyone sees us!” We sit down to catch our breath in a lonely, lively part of the forest. I look at her like she’s my sun.

click! we talk for hours and hours on the phone and dream of our future together, of grocery runs, dorm rooms and fitful sleep. Every time we meet, we end up in a pile of laughter and tangled limbs. He is home.

click! they yell my name whenever they catch sight of me, like my presence matters, like it’s precious. Our feet carry us towards each other, running, running, running, till we meet halfway in an embrace that steals my breath away. I knock my head against theirs and we exhale a laugh.

I close the album with a smile. There are many more polaroids to take.

days blur into weeks. I get my heart broken by the people I love, and I pick myself up again. I gag and push away my sister, laughing, when she bites my cheek. I goof around with my mother, learn to drive from my father and fall on my face once. The wounds don’t bother me because I know they’ll cease to burn one day. My doctor gives me a fist bump and wishes me luck for my exam.

I sleep. I wake up. I wonder what’s for breakfast as I brush my teeth. I’m glad I exist.

#this is the first poem i wrote after i started thinking oh. maybe it's worth waking up another day #i hope this poem makes you feel the warmth it made me feel #honey sweet and sleep soft #i hope one day you too can read this and think that #perima means aunt in tamil #grief #love #poetry #my writing #prose poetry #healing #recovery

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thatturtleleon · 9 months

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TFP Human Hcs Pt. 2

Note: I love this scene, just look at them LMAO, also here's pt.1

Raf

so this is a bit of a newer headcanon i have of him, but i feel like he's transmasc or genderfluid

raf never really cared about gender roles and things like that, but he overheard miko talking about how she didn't mind being called a girl or a boy or whatever people wanted to call her

he asked her about it and she replied saying she knew herself better than anyone else so it didn't matter what other people thought or wanted to label her, she knew who she was and that's the important part

miko then went back to talking about monster trucks or something and raf's just *cue the mind blown emoji*

lol i love them

he definitely went as the Dr Emmett guy from back to the future or as some mad scientist character for halloween

is actually pretty ok at drawing, just doesn't enjoy it as a hobby that much

LOVES learning about cybertron and its history and everything about it

at first ratchet thought all of raf's questions were annoying but grew to appreciate his curiosity

raf prefers asking ratchet any questions he has about cybertron because optimus goes on telling a long memory/story and trails off from the original question (raf's a sweet kid tho, he listens through the whole thing), while ratchet gives more straightforward answers

dog person

Jack

him and miko have "try not to laugh" challenges (raf's the judge) and usually wins

one time however, miko did something unintentionally funny while doing the challenge and jack let out the loudest screeching laugh they've ever heard, like the type of laugh that bubbles up and explodes when you're trying to hold it in

dated sierra for a little while, then sierra came out as lesbian, they still remained good friends though

(leon try not to HC every girl as a lesbian challenge, failed.)

considered going into the medical field like his mom did but decided it wasn't for him later on

in the future he eventually got a job with the government thanks to agent fowler

goes to drive-in theaters with raf and bumblebee but always ends up falling asleep

bought a mini blue motorcycle figurine and carries it in his bag

cat and dog person

favorite song is "roll on (eighteen wheeler)" by Alabama

discovered that he and optimus had similar taste in music (country music ofc) and plays some songs in the base if it's just him

Miko

makes fun of jack for liking country music

cat person (canonly has cats i believe) but she loves dogs too, except for the crusty tiny white dogs that old people have

drew bulkhead and herself together fighting some decepticons and framed the picture for him as a gift

he cried lol

speaking of gifts, she told the bots about birthdays and all of them immediately wanted to know when all the kid's birthdays were

bulkhead and some of the others took her to a monster truck event and she had the time of her life it was amazing

actually got jack into some of the music she likes, and they like going to smaller concerts around town

she bonds with raf by getting into comics and graphic novels, they both enjoy sci-fi ones

definitely doodles all over her desk at school, especially when she's in detention

although she's VERRYY extroverted, whenever she gets a crush on someone or thinks they're pretty, she gets a little quieter/shyer; not a lot but you can tell

jams out to metal music with bulkhead (canon)

i don't remember if this is canon or not, but she has a bag with pins and stuff she's collected over the years

her bookbag has doodle marks all over it, like little stars and swirls and stuff, very much a miko bookbag

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joanie-writes · 2 years

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Ohhhh boy! Saw that requests are open and came rushing. I'm a huge RDR2 fan and I've read so much Arthur fic but I can't get enough lol.

There's this fic I've been wanting to write but can't seem around to get to and I thought maybe I'll share my idea, of you would like to write it.

So young Arthur and reader have to pretend to be a couple in a lavish party as part of a scheme with Dutch and Hosea. Throughout the years they had been great friends and enjoyed each other's company, but there had always been some underlying tension.

While sneaking around the mansion looking for documents they almost get caught but end up kissing and getting handy as a way to fool the guard as to why they were there lurking around.

After that barrier was breached they can't seem to look at each other in the same way. Neither want to lose their friendship but this new development makes it hard for them to keep their hands to themselves.

Thanks for the request, I hope this lives up to your ideas <3

Grand Gesture

Well that certainly wasn't supposed to be apart of the job.

Young!Arthur x GN!Reader

Warnings/AN: NSFW, unsafe sex - Arthur and Reader are both in their early twenties

Word Count: 3.3k

I caught him staring at me again. It made my heart jump into my throat like usual.

I'm not exactly sure what changed over night, but one day Arthur went from being my closest friend to somebody that made my skin feel hot whenever I was close to him, somebody that distracted me from my chores, someone who I imagined a future with before I shut my eyes for the night. I'd never really had a crush before, I only seen the rare stranger that made me turn my head every once and a while, but recently I had only turned to Arthur.

"Hey," I heard a voice after a quick pat on my shoulder, which brought my mind back down from space, "Dutch and Hosea want to talk about some lead when we're done here." Arthur sat at the table, joining me for an exhilarating dinner of stew.

I nodded, taking a hopefully nonchalant deep breath before I spoke, "How was hunting?" I had to physically stop myself from cringing. I loathed the awkward small talk of late, it was like our friendship had fizzled into almost nothing. I prayed that he hadn't somehow found out about my feelings towards him, I've only written about it in my journal; not daring to tell anyone.

"Went fine, two bucks and a few rabbits." Arthur said, and I responded with a simple hum. Then the familiar awkward silence settled down, joining us for the rest of dinner. With our bowls joined in the steadily growing pile, Arthur and I took to Dutch's tent to learn about whatever goose chase he was setting us on now.

Hosea and Dutch both looked up at us as we entered, Hosea smiling and saying proudly, "Ah, my star students." The both of us smiled, looking over to Dutch as he responded, "I believe they're our star students, Hosea, I taught them just as much as you did."

Hosea batted his hand at Dutch, "Anyways, here's the idea. I scored an few invitations to this big party in a ritzy part of town for tomorrow night." I glanced over at Arthur, more than happy to see him in some sort of proper attire.

Arthur's brows knitted with confusion, waiting for Hosea to continue, "The four of us will go in pairs, the goal is to mingle and try to pick up some new lead, because whatever is going on in Bradford is well hidden, you two can go together. But we have to act proper and blend in, nobody can know we're degenerates, got it?"

The fabric was itchy and the sleeves were sort of tight, but I don't think I ever looked that put together. Dare I say, styled to perfection. Dutch and Hosea really went all out for this party, somehow they even managed to get their slippery hands on not one, but two stagecoaches that John and Bill would drive us all seperately to town in. A wolf whistle brought my attention upwards to John in the drivers seat, causing me to laugh and give a small spin. "You clean up good!" He let out his raspy laugh.

"You do." I turned to the sound of Arthur's voice, God I hope he couldn't see my heart about to burst at my chest. Arthur looked, so handsome. His hair styled with extra care, a suit that complemented his figure perfectly, and the usual swag that carries him to tie it all together.

I stood up straighter, clasping my hands together, "So do you." I smiled shyly, giving him a subtle glance up and down.

Dutch pushed his head out of the carriage window, his baritone voice barking out an order, "C'mon you two, quit ogling get a move on!" I want to say that I saw a blush form on Arthur's face, but I couldn't be sure due to him quickly ushering me into the coach. With a snap of the reigns we were off towards the bustling town of Bradford.

Arthur looked around the carriage, grinning once he found a bottle of champagne under the seat. "We can't show up seeing double, Arthur, Dutch and Hosea will be pissed." I chuckled, shaking my head as he popped the cork anyway.

"Just a few sips to calm the nerves, you know how I get around fancy folk. Besides, where'd all your fun go?" Arthur teased, taking a drink from the dark green bottle. My eyes shifted to his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he drank, pulling it together when he handed me the bottle. He cheered as I lifted the bottle to my lips, taking a swig of the bubbly liquid.

We passed it back and forth, deciding to leave some for later, to celebrate our findings or help drown out the sound of Dutch's disappointment lecture.

Arthur got out first, giving me a polite hand out of the stagecoach. My gaze was brought upwards to the grand manor before us. Fancy lanterns lit the way towards the door, the door surrounded by gaudy statues, two fountains, along with plenty of butlers and a few armed guards to boot. It was surely that fanciest place I had been before. Marble floors greeted us inside, royal paintings that took up half a wall, dazzling chandeliers too. Arthur and I couldn't help but look around sort of star struck for a moment, our inner street kids amazed that we were set foot in what could be a castle.

I made eye contact with Hosea, returning his sly nod, a wordless push to get to work. Arthur tapped my hand, motioning over to a group of snooty young men that he was going to integrate into, "They look like daddy's money boys, I'll go see what I can find out." He spoke close to my ear, both to convey his message over the string quartet playing and keep his plans private. But I only noticed how is breath on my skin sent goosebumps all over me.

Almost frantically, I looked around the noisy ballroom, trying to find somebody of importance to strike up a conversation with. An older gentleman caught my eye, mainly it was the gold ring adorning his pinky and confident look about him. I grabbed a glass of champagne and went in for the kill.

Mr. Perry as I learned, was an easy safe to crack, I quickly learned he was a very close friends with the host of the gala. I made sure to keep Mr. Perry's glass topped up, laughing at his dry humour and leaning in a little closer for his enjoyment. It wasn't long before he began mouthing off about some business he had with the host and a few other men here, ranting on their unwillingness to compromise and all of the money he was apparently wasting. His rant became a bragging fest in no time though, and as he talked of his fortune and how easily he had gotten it my attention drifted off. But in the midst of his boasting, his hand fell causally upon my waist.

My eyes widened slightly, and in the awkwardness again, I found myself looking around the room ultimately catching Arthur shooting daggers at the man with his hold on me. My cheeks grew hot. I apologized to Mr. Perry, not bothering with an explanation as I slipped out of his hold and made my way towards Arthur.

"Who was that fool?" Arthur grumbled when I met him, I furrowed my brow, confused but flattered by his seemingly jealous reaction.

"That was Mr. Perry, he's close with the host, I only let him touch me to try and get details." I informed him, wondering why I had just justified perfectly reasonable actions to my friend.

Arthur flicked another mean stare towards Mr. Perry before turning back to me, "Hm, anyway, I got word of a safe upstairs, supposed to be holding some things of value." Arthur whispered the last part of his sentence. I nodded, wordlessly looking for a way to hunt down this safe. I patted Dutch on the back as I passed him, silently signalling him to keep watch for Arthur and I.

With Arthur on my tail, we slipped into the other room, locating the servant staircase for a much more secluded way up. What we were met with was a labyrinth of sorts. "Let's split up, try not to run into anybody, give a whistle when you find something." Arthur said, both of us sharing a nod before separating in search of this prized safe.

Rooms filled with riches proved fruitless somehow on my search, though I did manage to snag a fancy new pocket watch. While I was searching though yet another cabinet, I heard a soft whistle from the hall.

I walked down the hall, listening to the muffled voices and music downstairs. As I walked into the room, Arthur was just pulling open the safe handle, "You're getting good at that." I complimented, smiling and taking a few papers from inside to snoop on. Arthur chuckled, slipping a few bill stacks into his coat pocket. I leaned up against the front of the big mahogany desk, skimming the words on the pages in search of anything important.

The sound of the door knob turning caused us to look up at each other in dread. In a matter of seconds, Arthur shut the safe, rushed over to me, took my face in his hands and kissed me so passionately it made me feel almost drunk. He even pressed himself up against me to conceal the papers. I could taste the floral of the champagne, which mingled perfectly with the intoxicating smell of the cologne he had applied. Though it was only a moment, it was hot and needy, his teeth nearly clashing with mine but at the same time it was so tender, the edge softened by his plump lips.

My eyes shut the moment he pressed his lips to mine, only opening when I heard the heavy wooden door creak open, which caused Arthur to pulled away. "O-oh my," The butler gasped and his face turned a bright crimson colour, he cleared his throat before speaking, "I'm afraid guests are not supposed to be upstairs."

"Sorry pal, we didn't realize, uh we'll get going." Arthur laughed softly, looking down and pretending to fiddle with the buttons on his pants to allow me to hide the papers on my person. I was too shocked to speak, to even look at Arthur really. The breath left my lungs yet again at the feeling of his hand on my lower back, guiding us out of the door being held open by the butler. Shamefully, we were chaperoned by that same butler down the grandeur staircase, catching the attention of Dutch and Hosea immediately. The embarrassment crept up my neck, making the room feel much too hot which only worsened when Arthur took my hand in his, I suspected to keep our little act going.

Following the two older men, we went outside, awaiting John and Bill in impatient silence. Hopefully John hadn't emptied the champagne, we'd need it to drown out the uncomfortableness.

It had been a few weeks since my, interaction, with Arthur. And if I thought our relationship was off before, things got a lot worse. I couldn't bare to look at him, let alone be near him. He hadn't made much an effort to speak to me either, choosing to eat alone and always going out with John.

I was in the outskirt of camp scrubbing some laundry in the stream when I heard footsteps from behind me. "Hey." I said to Arthur, standing up and dusting myself off, he seemed like he wanted to say something, I'd never seen him look so nervous before.

"I just uh, wanted to apologize for what I did at the party I-"

A boost of confidence suddenly bursted through me, the adrenaline pumped as I moved closer to him and cut him off with a kiss. Some kind of switch flipped in him, the nerves were gone and in no time he took control. Arthur carefully walked me backwards, unable to pry our lips apart and letting a tree catch my back. His hands were on my face like the first time, I couldn't taste champagne but the twinge of tobacco and mint wasn't terrible at all. I moaned into the kiss, my mouth left ajar as Arthur kissed down my neck, surely leaving marks on his way.

Arthur mumbled against my skin, "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." I smiled, keeping him close with my hands around his neck.

"Trust me, I know the feeling." I said, making him laugh while he returned to my lips, taking the chance to deepen the kiss. My fingers tangled into the honey blonde locks, focusing on the feeling of his hands sliding down my body, squeezing and appreciating me.

"I need you, Arthur." I pulled away to whisper to him, smirking when I noticed the bumps appear on his skin, much like he had done to me at the party. Arthur raised his brows, his thumb absentmindedly stroking my hip.

He cleared his throat, "W-where do you want to go?" I only smiled in response, abandoning the pile of laundry as I pulled him by the hand farther out from camp.

We both looked around, making sure nobody from camp was out this far. After a quick spin to look for anything to sit on, Arthur pulled off his coat and laid it out in front of a tree. He sat himself down and beckoned me to him, the blush on his face making both of us chuckle. The passion from before was quick to return with me now straddling his lap.

Breathless, Arthur pulled away and looked to me, "Can I take this off?" He motioned to my shirt, looking more than pleased when I nodded. I helped him pull the fabric off my arms, a gasp leaving me as he kissed down my chest, taking my nipple into his mouth. My back arched with the feeling, my hands gripping the material of his shirt. Arthur moved back up to my neck, kissing the shell of my ear while I unbuttoned his shirt like he had done mine.

I ran my fingers over the growing patch of his chest hair, smiling before beginning to leave my own signature over his skin. "I didn't know you felt this way, I um, I was so worried something had happened to our friendship." I told Arthur honestly, taking a break from loving up on him.

"You didn't know? I thought you had maybe realized and starting hating me for it." Arthur admitted with a soft laugh, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

"I could never hate you, Arthur." I said, smiling and placing my hands on his broad shoulders.

Spoken in between kisses, Arthur laughed, "We'll see about that." His hands held me close, moving down to grab at my ass, all while moving me to feel the swell in his jeans. Shyly, I skimmed my hand down his torso, watching his eyes close while I touched him through the denim. Broken out of his sudden trance, he reached down as well, taking things a step farther as he undid his pants, his length hitting his stomach in arousal.

A familiar heat warmed my ears, he looked so good like this. Hot and bothered, leaned up against a tree and at my disposal. I took his cock in my hand, swiping my thumb over his leaking tip. "Shit." Arthur groaned, his hips thrusting himself up into my hand. I worked him up and down, keeping eye contact until he brought me close, connecting our lips once again. Arthur hummed into the kiss, even breaking it at one point to take a deep breath. He was so hard it seemed like it hurt. I reached down to undo my own bottoms.

"Do you want to go through with this? I don't know if I'll be able to quit you after." Arthur spoke just above a whisper.

"That is more than fine with me," I spoke as I tossed my bottoms off to the side, straddling him properly once again before continuing, "I haven't stopped thinking about the party, I wish that butler had just turned around." We both chuckled, Arthur's grip drifting to my waist.

"I'm sure there'll be another chance to continue what we started there."

A breathy moan left the both of us as my hips sunk down onto his length; he filled me up perfectly. It took me a moment to adjust, same with Arthur. I watched his eyes screw shut the second he felt the warmth of me, the squeeze. "God, you're so tight," Arthur pried his eyes open, looking up at me with an already glossed over look, "can I move?"

I only nodded in response, silent until his first thrust shot a wave of pleasure over me which caused me to throw my head back and involuntarily moan out his name. The sight seemingly spurred him into continuing his pace. Once I had familiarized myself with the blissful feeling, I took some of the weight off him and began moving with Arthur, lifting myself up and down atop of him.

With my arms kind of half wrapped around Arthur's shoulders, I tangled my fingers into his hair once again, keeping him just as close to me as he was doing with me. "O-oh, there, again." I sputtered out the jumbled sentence, whimpering out a sound of pleasure with nearly all of his upwards thrusts.

It didn't feel like all of the time I spent wondering and wanting had led specifically to this moment, like how they would describe the climax of a crush in the stories I would borrow from Mary-Beth sometimes. It felt beautifully unique, like I had chosen the right path to get here.

My clouded mind was no match for the warmth beginning to gather inside me. A groan from Arthur brought my attention upwards again, "I ain't gonna last much longer." His cheeks were pink and a sweat began to gather at his temple. My back arched at the feeling of his cock hitting that spot once again, and again.

"Please, Arthur ugh!" I moaned, feeling him take the lead from me completely. My hips stilled as he desperately fucked himself into me, chasing.

The feeling was an uninhabited release of control, of doubt, and of myself. With my legs shaking, I curled inwards, my head falling to Arthur's shoulder while I slowly fell from my place of ecstasy. Jagged and uneven thrusts brought Arthur through his orgasm, I could feel the hot finish filling me to the brim. He moaned and held tightly onto my skin, my skin adorned with red fingermarks at his ease.

Slowly, I lifted my head, smiling softly at the sight of a faintly teary eyed Arthur Morgan. "That was-" He began and then stopped, searching for a word that could explain that experience.

"Yes, it was." I said with a laugh, lifting his chin and connecting our lips again finally.

Ever the gentleman, Arthur helped clean me up, affectionately doing up my shirt and fixing my hair with great care. And how could I not do the same for him.

"What's this gonna be like now?"

I looked over at Arthur, sat beside me while we overlooked the lake where the gang was holed up by. The sun was shining on us, lighting up the blue in his eyes and causing him to squint, quite adorably I might add.

"I mean, if you want to give us a try, I would really like that." I chose my words carefully, chewing on my lip while I awaited Arthur's answer.

"Of course I want to." He smiled, taking my hand in his and squeezing.

So, I guess I could call that crush my boyfriend now.

#arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x gn reader #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan smut #arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption #rdr2 #red dead redemption arthur #x reader #reader insert #fluff #smut

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thetonethetollandthethunder · 4 months

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Scythe chapter 16-20!!

Ayy we’re backk!! Let’s just get started shall we?

Chapter 16!!

-oh god the elegy—

-“Could you imagine me as a teenager?” OH YES I CAN OHOHO

-This also shows how much power scythes and especially Goddard has

-And also shows how bad of a scythe Goddard is as well

-Scythe Curie makes a good point that also relates to the toll, in which it doesn’t matter if they kill Goddard or anyone like him because another with the same ideology will always come along without fail

-this chapter didn’t have much but it IS good so ykyk

Chapter 17!!

-OHHH ITS THE MOMENT THAT EVERYONE LOSES THEIR MINDS OVER!! SCYTHE FARADAY IS D-D-DEAD or is he? :) :)

-Rowan instinctively trying to protect Citra!!!

-it makes sense for most disabilities to be nonexistent but that doesn’t mean I have to like it :/ like idk why the way it’s done is just :// especially as a disabled person myself

-The way the describe Faraday’d death is already suspicious if you already know he isn’t dead but when you’re first reading it, it does make sense!

-OH AND THE SEPARATE TRAININGS BEGINS!!!

-“If I ever take on an apprentice it will be for a different reason entirely.” OHOHO I KNOW I KNOWWWW

-Again not much to say BUT still rlly good!!

Chapter 18!!!

-Part 3 begins!!

-SCYTHE CURIE!!

-Again I always forget the names of these places, falling water is a very pretty name!!

-Citra being angry about Faraday’s death OUGH, she’s rlly going through 5 stages of grieve style

-Could you imagine ppl in the future calling our decor and shit old fashioned? Bizarre

-I love how they make Curie instantly charming and likable with only a few scenes, good writing man!!

-What hobbies would other scythes have? I wonder…

-Fun fact, i cannot drive, tried to learn and crashed the car, oh how I wish driving wasn’t necessary like in scythe

-Giving us little notes about the comfort scythes can give

-We hear a lot about being stagnant in the Scythe universe, and like, yeah, if you were in this utopia wouldn’t you grow stagnant even quicker than most? You have nothing to do literally

-You can really feel how observant Curie is, she noticed the small details

-Jesus even Curie’s yelling scared ME and I already knew what was gonna happen! She’s rlly intimidating—

-Gotta uphold your image!!

-“Another Scythe might have exacted a punishment far worse.” *COUGH COUGH GODDARD*

-Again shit names!! Barton Breen??? What??

-20 kids,, Jesus,,

-You can Curie’s own version of compassion, it’s different from Faradays yet still wonderful

-She did find her own way of gleaning!!

-Again FUCK Goddard!!

-I do wonder what would happen if Citra was trained by Goddard instead of Rowan…

-“Immortality has turned us all into cartoons.” GOD THAT LINEE

-Amazing chapter!! Told a LOT abt Curie!!!

CHAPTER 19!!!!

-Oo!! I thought this moment happened in Thunderhead but I misremembered!!

-Tho I THINK something similar happens??? Idk maybe my memory is fuckin with me ushejdj

-ALSO DAMN CITRA!! Pushin girls in front of TRUCKS holy fuck!!!

-Hate the eating descriptions!!

-TELL THE MOTHER YOU TWO!!! LIKE CMON??

-Cindy lmaoo, whenever someone whitewashes Citra im gonna call it Cindy instead <3 spite

-“err on the side of respect.” LMAO love that line

-RONDA ROADKILL IM DYINGGGGGG and so did she! (Temporarily but yk)

-“Can i throw you under a truck some other time?” She’s a busy person! I’d totally throw Citra under a truck! Would be fun!

-Morals change when theres little consequences, Citra would never even CONSIDER pushing Ronda in the mortal age, but since people can just come back it doesn’t seem like such a bad thing, it also shows how the concept of empathy and morality has changed in this society

-“the cloud” like icloud! Guess apple won in this world!

-“The machine had a purer soul than any human” NO IT DOESNT IVE SEEN AI ART YOU CANT FOOL ME!!!

-FUCK YOU SCYTHE GODDARD!!!

-OO TIME FOR CITRA TO INVESTIGATE!! I remember LOVING this plot so!!!!

Chapter 20!!

-Rowan finally!!! I missed you!!!!!

-He doesn’t wanna kill Citra!!! The beginning of his devotion to her UGHHH

-god hes only 17, I think we forgot how young these characters are, they really are just kids being pushed into this horrible situation god,,,

-“His was a life without substance, and now it would end.” God and here we see Rowan’s iconic self deprecating “emo” moments, people make fun of these scenes a lot but I fucking love em, it really contrasts Rowan and Citra. Citra has people who love and care about her, Rowan doesn’t, he knows that (in this moment) if he died no one would really care or remember him, so when he finds Citra, someone who does care about him and would care if he died, he clings to it. I mean when you’re that neglected and want SOMEONE to care even a little about you, wouldn’t you do the same thing?

-He already wants to change things!! And he will!! He will change a lot, though not as much as his girlfriend!!

-VOLTA!!

-“So is there a reason why you choose your robes to be the color of piss?” HA one of my favorite lines!!

-“the Change” god their ideology—, the fact they’re all thinking that they’re changing things for the better really shows how convincing of a man Goddard is, GOD i hate him!!!

-Ans here we have Goddard’s MANY parties

-my sensory issues would hate this

-I accidentally spelled Goddard’s name as Goodard which…Isn’t that so Ironic?

-“Bimbotech” Neal I’m BEGGING you to stop

-“Rowan wondered if the man had a diamond-studded bathing suit in his waredrobe as well.” He would because he’s a vain prick!!

-HES UNDERAGE STOP GIVING HIM ALCOHOL!! *Looking at you RAND especially ya creep—*

-“He was lucky if they even remembered to get him a gift” rowans parents man,,, He was really fucking neglected man it’s so awful, and the fact he still cares about them despite that GODDD

-See how goddard bend the rules? See how he twists them to make them fit what HE wants? Yeah, he’s gonna do that a lot; again, fuck you Goddard

-ESME!!! Shes backk!! And he’s right! She’ll be important!!

-GOD this is a good chapter, rowan my beloved!!

And that’s it!!! Next time will be chapters 21-25!! We’re going so fast aren’t we?

#the tone speaks #arc of a scythe #long post #this will make things a bit out of order apologies

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So kind of random but do you have any headcannons on Janice's twin sister, or maybe any on the idea of Lips being Zoey's dad (for some reason my laptop won't let me put in question marks). Last one in particular I think is a super neat idea and I think Zoey and Lips's personalities mesh well together!

Oh! Well actually I have been doodling Janice and her sister for the pass few days and I've come up with some headcanons! Not just with them as sisters but also them being older sisters to Lips!

I will be referring to Janice's sister as S because I'm confident that she will get a name sometime in the future.

☆Soo Janice and S have a very strained relationship with one another. I imagine that , though she would never admit it, that S is a little jealous of Janice. Not of the fame; but of her friends, Floyd, and pretty much just the care free life Janice has.

☆ S has a much different life than Janice. While Janice went out and traveled, S stayed close to home for college. When Janice was risking it becoming a musician, S got a safe job. (taking over Rose's beauty business it's totally canon 👀). While Janice was out with multiple partners, S settled and started her own little family. (I've been drawing up some designs for potential kids).

☆ They were color coded twins. S being purple and Janice being yellow.

☆ They had a good relationship growing up, always trying to pull classic twin shenanigans. But just like how all sisters do ,they fight. Now I'm drawing these next few examples from my own life cause I got 3 sisters and these are all true events.

- S was taking a shower and Janice dropped in live fish bait (worms)

- S got mad at Janice one day and while Janice was laying down, S dropped a rock straight on her teeth. Causing Janice's tooth to chip.

- They lock mom out of the car and start trying to drive it.

☆ S and Janice were okay older sisters They loved Lips, but they also liked to laugh at him. I imagine whenever Lips got his lips stuck to the trumpet Janice and S laughed their asses off. But they would always make it up to him by trying to make him feel better.

Now Lips and Zoey. I don't know what made me think of the idea of just dropping a random kid into Lip's life. But I did it and honestly I thought people would have forgotten abt it by now. But let's began.

☆ So Lips has the title of a professor or some sort of doctorates since he gives lectures at universities. So I imagine that he would Zoey having a rock hyperfixation and try to help her get as much information about rocks as possible. He's egard to help her learn about things that she's passionate in.

☆ He loves watching Zoey mess with Elmos head. He thinks it's hilarious that they argue like siblings. Elmos parents aren't to keen on it though and ask Lips to stop encouraging Zoey.

☆ He likes to makes her clothes from his old baggy clothes.

☆ He loves doing activities that would be seen as girly by most. Play dress up, making bracelets, painting her nails, and letting her do his hair." Anything to make Zoey happy" is what he would say whenever anyone questioned why he'd let Zoey do it.

☆ Him and the rest of the band volunteers at Zoeys preschool as music teachers and help teach the kids instruments and music.

☆ Zoey has an old electric Mayhem t shirt that she's wears almost every night as pajamas.

☆ I'm a multi shipper whenever it comes to Lips. So I just see him as a single dad and whenever he does search for a potential partner he always says this "Look I got a daughter and she comes first. If you don't think you can handle it, then I don't think this is gonna work." And most people respect it, other people get pissed.

☆ Also this might be unrelated. But for some reason I see Yolanda and Lips as besties. So I totally see Yolanda being Zoeys God mom and baby sitting her whenever Lips needs to do something.

☆ I'm not quite sure what her relationship with the rest of the band is. All I know is her and Janice have aunt and niece dates.

This was kinda long. Was not expecting myself to have so many headcanons.

#omg thank you for your ask!

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lizardrosen · 9 months

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This Something Settled Matter In His Heart

Not More Native to the Heart, part five (part one, part two, part three, part four)

Claudius rearranges his schedule so Polonius can spend as much time as he needs to with his wife and the important things will still get done. Anything non-essential can wait, and the government won’t collapse if his file cabinets go unweeded for another month. One of the less glamorous elements of leadership is learning how to prioritize, and Claudius’s attention to detail is almost a rival to Polonius’s sheer intuition.

Caroline is cleared to go home by the end of the week and Polonius that she very patiently explained to Laertes how her oxygen canister works, and lets him help her change it sometimes. But leaving the hospital turns out to be a premature decision and what begins as a cough that lingers longer than it should becomes a spot of blood on her handkerchief, a panicked drive to the hospital, and many sleepless nights.

They all start seeing a lot less of Polonius in those days, and Claudius takes on several of the chief advisor’s responsibilities in an official capacity. They already worked together closely so the learning curve isn’t even too terrible. However, he draws the line at seating charts for formal functions. No one else has Polonius’s natural touch for navigating the inter-family dramas of the upper echelons of Danish society but Claudius is the only one among them who nearly kicked off a civil war when he forgot about the long-standing animosity between two neighboring dukedoms and placed their governors together for a formal banquet alongside a known agitator. They don’t talk about that little incident, but it’s generally accepted now that literally anyone but him can manage that sort of detail from now on.

However, it’s not just the court missing its chamberlain. Laertes and Ophelia also spend less time with both their parents and start relying on each other more and more. Gertrude arranges as many playdates as she can manage just so they have fewer afternoons on their own in that empty house, but even she isn’t superhuman and Claudius steps in to babysit far more frequently than before Caroline’s illness struck.

Other nights, when the queen is visiting with her childhood friend and the king is wading through paperwork, Claudius will drop by his brother’s place to watch a movie or two with the young prince. They watch a lot of The Great Mouse Detective and Oliver and Company, but nothing beats the look on his nephew’s face whenever he holds up a copy of The Little Mermaid. “I won’t tell if you won’t,” he always says with a conspiratorial grin, because King Hamlet is a great father in many ways but still has some quaint ideas about the stories a son of his and future monarch should enjoy.

Hamlet is becoming quite the chatterbox. It is no longer enough to quietly observe the world; he has to ask questions and push against his own hypotheses with the help of an audience, willing or not. Sometimes it seems like he just likes to hear his own voice and Claudius has to smile at his enthusiasm. Besides, he suspects it’s more about the shape of anyone’s words, that Hamlet is fascinated by language itself. Give him another year or two and he’ll be eloquently arguing in defense of seconds for dessert, and win.

As for Laertes… “Hey, kiddo, are you doing okay? It’s great to see you taking turns with your sister but you’ve been a lot quieter than usual. Do you want to talk about anything with me?”

“Huh?” Laertes startles out of whatever thoughts have held him so rapt. “I’m just trying to be extra good so Mom will get better and she’ll be able to come home and play with us again.”

It worries him, how much responsibility this boy is taking onto his shoulders, when infections don’t care about anyone’s morality and illness is no punishment. The explanation hurts all the more for how matter of fact it is.

“What do you say we make a get well card, then? That way she’ll have you right next to her in the room. I’m sure she’ll smile every time she sees it.”

#hamlet #claudius #gertrude #laertes #ophelia #not more native to the heart #my writing #shakespeare

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flightfoot · 2 years

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Hey, I'd like to say thank you for answering my "oc from future gets stuck in the present" fic ask on how Marinette would react to a Lila-descendant Cat. I finally got the first chapter published and the next two chapters are coming along. It's a weirdly cathartic experience.

But now I'm hitting a bit of a bump on Adrien's side. He has the opposite problem to Marinette's side: instead of worrying about going overboard in criticizing him, I kinda worry if I could criticize him enough without going too easy on him.

I have a vague idea of some reckless stunt he might pull in a desperate attempt to get back to the present, but I wanna build up to that. So in the meantime, I wanna tackle his other flaws.

There're the common criticisms of him such as him not taking Ladybug's rejection like a champ or him not being responsible enough as a superhero... but without Marinette around, I don't think anyone can call him out for either of those. Heck, the current grandma guardian might even discourage him from actively participating in akuma fights to not risk his safety for the timeline.

So my next best option is for him to find parallels of his situation through the future bug.

Like Adrien, the bug loves his hero partner and was rejected when he confessed - but unlike Adrien he took it like a champ. The bug stresses how he doesn't wanna drive his cat away and ruin their bond because of his feelings... but I'm not sure how effective this will be since Adrien, who's allowed to know at least the bug's identity for convenience in covering for him, would hear from Calico's fox bro that Calico's got a thing for civilian!bug. And bug isn't letting it sail cause it feels like he's taking advantage, which on the other hand may jab at Adrien (based on his actions in Chat Blanc).

Like Buginette, he now has more pressure on him with his cat gone and he's got a team to lead and a historical cat to look after. The bug's personality is overearnest and honest to a fault, like an open book slammed right into one's face... but like Marinette, he's also forced to hide things from his cat, such as his true identity and how badly he wishes he could just tell her or how much the pressure is really getting to him but he feels the need to put a stronger front for her and the team. Adrien gets to see a fraction of Ladybug's baggage through her similarities to this bug.

I know Adrien could be a bit socially clueless, but is he empathetic enough to learn a lesson this way? How self aware is he actually? Would this be enough to give him a wake up call that he needs to straighten up?

Well, thanks for hearing me out anyway.

Okay so, really have to dig into more details about why Adrien keeps hoping for Ladybug to return his feelings, even after she turns him down (which she first did "officially" in Glaciator, before that she just thought he was joking).

It goes back to the kind of optimism he carries through with his other relationships, most notably with his father, where he basically has to keep on asking in order to have some sort of hope of Gabriel actually like, caring about him, and keeping up that hope in order to function.

Well, and also just plain "Adrien has really strong feelings for Ladybug that he has trouble putting a lid on, as much as he tries to". Something which parallels well with Marinette's different attempts to put a lid on her feelings for Adrien, and her subsequent failures to do so.

It's not that Adrien doesn't understand that he needs to let his romantic feelings for Ladybug go. Or rather, to not pursue them. You see it whenever it comes up, especially in Glaciator and Glaciator 2 - he really wants to be with Ladybug, but he does accept her rejection, doesn't want to hurt her, and values her friendship. Thing is, his feelings don't care about what would be convenient, and he's still in love with her regardless, which can be hard to deal with. But he does make efforts to not impose them on her, he's just not always successful at it. Also doesn't help that his and Ladybug's relationship has always been somewhat flirtatious, and the exact boundaries of that aren't always clear.

You do see him making some specific efforts to try and deal with it, like in the NY Special he manages to find a platonic way to show how much he cares for Ladybug and give her flowers, by looking up flower languages and figuring out that yellow roses symbolize friendship.

Ladybug:(distressed) Cat Noir, I've told you to stop bringing me flowers! Cat Noir: Yeah, I know. When I tried to offer you a red rose, you told me that red symbolizes "passion", so you refused it! And I offered you a white rose, but you said that white stood for "pure love", and you refused it too! So now I'm offering you a yellow rose, because I've looked it up and yellow represents friendship. Here's to a perfect partnership. Ladybug: Are you sure yellow roses don't represent jealousy? Cat Noir: Uh- No. That would be blue roses? Hang on! No, purple!! Or was it orange?(Ladybug looks amused) Ladybug:(chuckles) You don't need to give me flowers! I already know you're the best partner ever, Cat Noir. (smells the rose) It smells really good anyway. Thanks, kitty! (uses her yo-yo and swings away)

Plus he actually did try to move on from her, pursuing a relationship with Kagami. Which fell through because well, superhero duties, though I doubt it would've lasted longer than a few months anyway, since it was basically a rebound.

And then in Glaciator 2, he's pretty determined to try to find some way to deal with his feelings for Ladybug that doesn't end up hurting her, since she was pretty upset with him that episode, and he doesn't want to hurt her. Annoying her is one thing, but hurting her is another story. Which mostly comes back to attempting to deny his feelings for Ladybug, which again, doesn't work well because he can't make them disappear like that.

None of this is helped by basically all of Adrien's emotional eggs being in the Ladybug basket, even just on a platonic basis. There's a reason why he coped pretty well with his break-up with Kagami, while Marinette had a crisis over her relationship with Luka ending, despite her break-up going far better. He's highly emotionally dependent on Ladybug, and so long as his relationship with her is solid (platonic or romantic), he's generally in good shape. Sadly his support system is really shaky, with not being able to count on the adults in his life for emotional support, and his friends at school... well, he doesn't have as much access to them as say, Marinette has, and they can be torn away from him at a moment's notice. Basically the only people he can count on to not be ripped away from him who are part of his support network are Plagg and Ladybug, which means that anything involving his feelings for and relationship with Ladybug is amplified. He NEEDS that relationship to be secure.

It's also not that Adrien doesn't understand the kind of pressure Ladybug's under. He does. He often reassures her and comforts her, helps boost her up when she's having trouble coping with her responsibilities. One of the things he's frustrated by is that she won't open up and let him help her. But he does try to be there for her when she lets him.

So yeah I don't think that Adrien "not knowing that he needs to not impose his feelings on Ladybug" is the issue, or him not wanting to do so. It's more that he doesn't really know how to actually deal with those feelings, like, a good way of coping with still having those strong romantic feelings for her. Which your bug might be able to help with, actually. Have him talk through how he deals with still having strong feelings for his cat, and wanting to let her know that he loves and cares for her, and basically give Adrien some specific coping techniques to use, cuz no one else in his life is gonna teach him any.

I could see Bug telling Chat that like, Ladybug knows his feelings for her, and he needs to not pursue that any further unless she makes the first move. And him saying that he knows and he's trying, but being frustrated because while he doesn't want to hurt her, his feelings for her are still there, and he's not sure what to do to keep that under control in a way that won't remind her of that constantly. Bug just saying "try harder" wouldn't help here, Adrien needs some more specific ways to cope with it. As it is, what he and Ladybug worked out in Glaciator 2, with him asking her whether it was okay for him to still call her "milady", and Ladybug saying yes, and basically that as far as boundaries go, if she says to stop doing something then stop, is a good start.

Calico's got a thing for civilian!bug. And bug isn't letting it sail cause it feels like he's taking advantage, which on the other hand may jab at Adrien (based on his actions in Chat Blanc).

Eh... don't really agree with this stance, personally. They're still themselves as civilians, it's not like either the superhero or civilian versions of themselves are "fake". Whichever version of each other that they have a crush on, it IS really them, so I wouldn't count that as "taking advantage". Like. Adrien really is Adrien, he's not disguising himself as Adrien, he IS Adrien. Being Chat Noir as well doesn't change that.

#ask #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #ml analysis

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3 CS Fic Outlines/Concepts

Ideas for some fics for angsty august if I had the time to do them justice, all on the milder side. (Since I probably won’t be finishing them, if anyone wants to use them however they see fit, feel free)

1: “Obsolescence”

Setup: Killian texts Emma/leaves her a note as he goes off to do something while she’s busy/asleep. She brings it up later, amused by his old-fashioned spelling and grammar.

Angst: As time goes by, she sees how much he’s been left behind in this world. He’s not helpless, and there’s plenty he’s figured out all on his own—but there are times where it seems like he’s having a hard time keeping his head above water. There are skills he has (that he’s worked hard to both master and remaster) that have been not only replaced by technology, but done better. He uses words that have been lost to time entirely in the centuries that have past, no one able to quite understand him for a moment. The music he finds nostalgic—that reminds him of Liam and the high-society events they attended (and discreetly rolled their eyes at) while serving—is dismissed, seen as boring by most. The world that his has been replaced with is entirely alien to him, and there are days where everyone else seems to find it funny.

Resolution: Emma redoubles her efforts to explain everything she can about this world. (Pick a partner who knows what she’s doing, Killian) Henry is all too excited to help as well. (Operation Crash Course or something lol) Eventually, he's nearly as fluent in the ways of this realm as he was with the last one. Just as importantly, he does this without relinquishing his identity—he just adapts, as he always does. He wears jeans with his kohl and long leather coat, the lock screen on his phone is a Montague Dawson painting he found on the internet. He tells Emma about the realm and era he’s from—the foods, the customs, the stories, the music—anything, whenever he’s reminded. She makes sure to always give him her full attention. His time may be long gone, but she’s made plenty of space for him in hers.

2: “Lost Future”

Setup: Something reminds her of the nursery she saw in the Enchanted Forest. A home decoration magazine on a side table, a TV advertisement, etc.

Angst: It’s an old wound, just as painful as it always was. Some bitter, mumbled comment she makes in relation to her parents tips Killian off. Once the dam breaks, the words come tumbling out. She spent a long damn time fending for herself. She had to get here the hard way. But apparently, it didn’t have to be that way, and if--

Killian shakes his head.

“That’s a good way to drive yourself mad, Swan.”

Resolution: All they have are the moments now, he goes on to say. What did she always want when she was younger, the little things? The everyday? Emma puts her hands on her hips, shrugging. The little things? “I dunno,” She takes in a breath and finds herself answering the question, as best she can in the face of the knot in her chest. Someone to...give a shit about her, and ask real questions about her day like they care. To make chicken-noodle soup or whatever the hell when she’s sick. Someone to teach her how to make (insert recipe), to sit with her and watch movies older than she is (and act surprised when she says she hasn’t seen them), someone to tell her all the little wisdoms of the world they’ve learned and hold her when it all seems ready to fall apart. Killian frowns. Who’s to say she can’t have all that with her family now? There’s a lot she may have missed, but she hasn’t missed all of it—sometimes, focusing on the the little things makes it easier. After a few months, he finds himself invited to a movie night at the loft. (This time, it’s a Disney movie marathon, and there’s howling laughter and indignant shouting at the screen all the through the night. At least three new inside jokes are born from this.)

3: “Public Opinion”

Setup: Nebulously Post 3A, possibly no curse...¯\_(ツ)_/¯. While discussing how to deal with the villain-of-the-week, a townsperson sarcastically asks if Killian thinks that just because he helped once, everyone will just forget the kind of guy he was before.

Angst: This isn’t the first time, it won’t be the last. And it’s not entirely unjustified, he supposes. But the opinions of the masses are starting to get to him.

He’s done irreparable harm under the philosophy that the end would justify his means. It’s a stain that can never be washed out, he’s mostly come to terms with that. And this idea everyone seems to have that his redemption would absolve him of his past—that he’d somehow be “getting away with it,” (and they can’t let him do that) bothers him. By no means has that ever been the goal. But feels like he’s never going to be anything more than a monster to the world some days.

In a brief, very human moment of frustration, his temper gets the best of him, somewhere in private. Emma finds him during this and her questions spark a bit of a rant:

“—A monster, forevermore, am I?” He scoffs, but there’s no hiding the bitterness underneath the scorn. “I’ll give them unforgivable, I’ll—” He breaks off. He sighs. His shoulders fall, and he closes his eyes. No, he won’t. He and Emma both know that. He has changed, and isn’t that proof right there that he can’t even finish the thought? Resolution: Emma tells him that, or something like it. But words only do so much in situations like these. After a moment of thought, she offers some kind of opportunity to help the community, one where he’s doing tangible good, but probably isn’t the public’s punching bag.

Bonus: His pirate tricks are what save lives in a confrontation with a bad guy, or end up being a game-changer in a “how do we stop the villain” strategy meeting. Just because he’s reformed doesn’t mean he’s been de-fanged >:)

(some of these were originally in the comments of the original announcement for this event (by @cosette141), but the character limit had other plans lol. seemed easier just to drop these in a post all their own)

#am i doing this right? idk #a writing attempt was made #tbh im afraid ive accidentally written down a scene from the show without realizing it lol #i dont have disney plus i cant double check #i havent rewatched the show in a while hopefully these arent too egregious lmao #a while being several years #have I proofread this? yes. Will I find errors in it later? also yes #that’s a problem for future me I think #csangstyaugust22 #emma swan #killian jones #ouat #captain swan #hare posts #hare writing

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nickgerlich · 2 years

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Stick Shift

I got my first car in the summer of 1979. Things were different then. Unlike kids today, who usually have wheels by the time they get their license, I was 20 when I got my first one. Heck, my Dad was 34 when he got his (a ’55 Bel Air), so I figured I was doing pretty well. Times had changed, and our car culture had become so ingrained that it was a necessity for daily living.

I’ll never forget Dad taking me to a Toyota dealership. Dad knew the owner, thanks to his many years working for Cadillac. This guy may have defected to the “other side,” a contentious issue back in the 70s, but he gave me a good deal. I got a ’79 2-door Toyota Corolla. AM/FM radio. Heater. Rear defroster.

And a 4-speed manual transmission.

Oh Lord, I had to learn how to drive all over again, but it was fun. The car and I became one, and I quickly learned how to feel my way through the shifts as my speed increased (and without a tachometer, mind you—I went by sound). I could hold my position on a hill with a red light, power through turns, and use my engine as a brake whenever needed. I may not have been Steve McQueen, but it sure felt like it.

Little did I know then that manual transmissions would one day become scarce. They were less expensive than automatic transmissions back then, and got better mileage. And aside from the 2-door Nissan Sentra with the 4-speed manual my first wife had brought into the marriage, my long-term automotive future would be exclusively automatic from the mid-80s forward.

Today, good luck even finding a manual transmission. Only 2.4% of new cars come with a stick. We as a society have gone so long with so few that knowing how to drive a manual transmission has put me in dying breed category. Automatics have come a long way. They’re no longer an expensive option, and fuel economy has been vastly improved. I get it.

There’s a great essay about this woeful reality in The Atlantic, and worth the read. Truth be known, it’s a lot like riding a bicycle. You never forget. But first you have to learn. I would give anything to have one again just for the feel of being completely in control.

Which all got me to thinking this morning about the other products and methods that have somehow managed to slip into the collective rear view. I am old enough to be able to generate a pretty long list. Give it a few years, my students. You’ll get there. Or, as my mother used to say, “You’ll get old, too,…if you live long enough!”

Let’s talk about calculators. True, the generation before mine could bemoan their existence, because they did math using a slide rule. But I didn’t have that basis point, other than about a year of high school math in which we were taught to use them, but then calculators were introduced. That was the end of that. Even with a mechanical aid, we still had to calculate long equations. And while at university, we still had to manually calculate t-tests, F-tests, chi-squares, and so forth. We had to know the mechanics.

Of course, we have software for everything these days, and I have used SPSS for many decades now. All I have to know is which method is appropriate, and then know how to manipulate the software. Easy peasy, but for students today, they likely have no idea—nor appreciation—of how those stats are derived. You really learn about the sensitivity of sample size when you do them by hand.

And what about spreadsheets? Is there anyone under 40 who knows how to keep books on a ledger sheet using a pencil? Good grief, we use spreadsheets for everything, and for far more than just accounting. They are one of the great organizational conveniences of the modern era (actually, dating back more than 35 years to when I first used one), but once again, we have lost the skill to make those columns all add up.

I could go on about anything computerized. Word processing and presentations come to mind. Typing is a breeze today compared to knowing how to insert your paper onto the platen, snugly within the paper guides. You then had to set margins, both visually and manually, and then commence to typing, hoping and praying you never had to erase or use liquid paper to fix things. There were no word counts other than what you counted.

And presentations were simple, often acetate transparencies made by running them through a copy machine from an original printed from Word. And you thought PowerPoints were boring.

I’ll stop soon. Trust me. I don’t want you to think I am a grumpy, self-righteous old man. I have embraced all of the changes that have come along, and they keep coming. I say “Bring it!” Yes, I know how to use an atlas or one of those fold-out maps we used to get at gas stations, but I prefer my Google Maps. I prefer shopping online, because I am no longer limited to nearby stores and catalogs. I prefer cashless, self-check, and QR codes to pay my tab at the table. I can be oh-so-modern like that.

It all boils down to your baseline, as well as your openness to change. It’s easy for younger people today to laugh at the ways and days of old, but your time is coming. What you consider the norm now will be replaced once or more before you get old. And then you’ll have to figure out where you stand on all this change, as well as the skills you acquired today no longer being needed in the future.

But the ultimate question is this: Can you drive a stick? I can, and that is the ultimate cool. End of story.

Dr “Don’t Pop The Clutch“ Gerlich

Audio Blog

#marketing #manual #stick shift #obsolete

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Two OCs from my Spy X Family AU whom I’ve drawn and shared a couple of times already. These two--Rafael and Lucius--are my ideas for Loid and Yor’s biological sons in the future who would have a story set 20+ years into the canon’s future. (And prior to Rafael’s conception, there are no longer any secrets between Loid, Anya, and Yor.)

I’m not a storywriter so there’s only so much I can describe. Ideally, I would’ve loved for their story to juxtaposed alongside the canon’s, alternating between arcs and masking their real family name with a forged “Aether”, until a late arc reveals they are the Forgers’ children.

For now I’ll just list their names and key facts about them:

1. Rafael Forger (Age 19, born January 18) Driving Force: “Inspiration”

As a young child, Rafael idolized both his parents and fictional heroes. Dreaming of becoming similar a paragon himself, he would proactively take up martial arts training with his parents whenever time allowed. He also tailored his other hobbies--such as music and art--to help fantasize the kinds of journey he wanted to pursue. But despite being a prodigy in these fields, Rafael cares very little for a social life.

There are five things he considers to be great omens as inspired by his training (and works of fiction): (1) Waterfalls - Omen of Resilience; (2) Mountains - Omen of Triumph; (3) Full Moon - Omen of Detachment; (4) Wolves - Omen of Determination; (5) Dragon - Omen of Elegance.

Despite being naive at times, Rafael was often skeptical, if not paranoid; traits that would carry over into his job as a police detective. While diligent and reliable in his career, he is not above using violence and intimidation to extract information. Moreover, one of his motivations for becoming a detective was to keep any eye on WISE and Garden’s activities (especially the latter), both to help hide his mother’s tracks and make sure his parents aren’t wronged by their respective affiliations.

While fearless to most dangers, Rafael has a few specific fears and dreads. Similar to how his mother fears bugs, Rafael is comically terrified of slugs and worms.

More notorious, however, is his inherent loathing of drunks, or “poison” as he believes. His family has a few different theories on where that came from, but either way it’s more instinctive than rational; even the mere topic can give him a foul mood. (Incidentally he is also deathly allergic to alcohol.) Rafael is aware of his overreactions, so he tries to keep it under wraps; he’ll usually just leave the scene. But piss him off when you’re drunk and you’ll receive a few bone fractures.

Rest assured, however, that he loves his mother unconditionally and always believes in the perfect image he had of his family as a child. Thankfully Yor quit before he was conceived, but if he were to find her drunk, Rafael would want to “save her from the poison”. Speaking of his parents, Rafael placed a blind faith on their careers, such that even questionable or darker activities would be justified (though he may still argue with them on some areas). He himself would also become extremely violent to anyone threatening his family.

In his sleep, Rafael often has dreams beautiful enough for Anya to deliberately enter them every night (her psychic powers have expanded to that by then). In contrast, when he is in a foul mood (aforementioned examples), Anya would sense a dark, cacophonic noise clouding his thoughts and even paralyzing her in fear.

__ 2. Lucius Forger (Age 13, born December 23) Driving Force: “Ownership”

In contrast to Rafael’s admiration of heroes, Lucius was more inspired by the supervillains as a child. As soon as he learned the natures of his parents jobs, Lucius marveled at mom’s ability to kill and dad’s “info games”. And while Rafael generally inherited their parents’ more heroic traits (with an edge), Lucius got the antihero juice. For example, whereas Yor used to contemplate on killing her obstacles, Lucius would also suggest committing crimes and misdemeanors to get what he wants (though he’s more candid and less remorseful about it than his mother).

With mom and dad’s secret “badass” lives, Anya’s psychic powers, Rafael’s talents, and his own gifts, Lucius truly believes the Forgers are a power family that shouldn’t just settle for a humble life. Instead, he dreams of his family taking over the world and enjoys brainstorming comical “plans” towards that end. But more practically, Lucius does at least want his parents to be higher brass in their departments, in hopes of having both WISE and Garden under his family’s control.

While Rafael’s talents are mostly physical and artistic, Lucius is more gifted in intelligence. His passions and hobbies include video games and mechanics; i.e. he’s something of an “evil boy genius”. Needless to say, Lucius likes creating gadgets and hacking computer softwares. He has even taught himself to drive or pilot vehicles at a very young age.

Despite all these points portraying a supervillain in the making, Lucius is generally a very cheerful and optimistic boy with a mind full of jokes and wisecracks. Whenever presented with an obstacle or inconvenience, he usually just treats it as a brainteaser and finds/prepares/creates some loophole out of it.

While a proud and loving son and brother, Lucius still loves teasing and poking fun at them, especially Loid. He will oftentimes sneak into Loid’s workplace and try to get involved in WISE’s agenda while trying to get him promoted, but even then he likes to pull pranks on everyone including his dad. Altogether, his mischief, quick thinking, and audacity make Lucius the most scolded child of the three, but also the hardest to parent or discipline (i.e. school teachers get even more headaches with him). He is slightly more intimidated by Yor’s anger, however, though she still often finds him funny and amusing.

__ Currently, Lucius supports Rafael as a detective assistant, providing with tools and methods to aid investigations. The two brothers have a bit of a straight man-comedian dynamic as well as brawn and brain. When they’re not working, their joint pastimes typically include video games, music production, table tennis, bowling, and capoeira.

Anyways, I ended up writing so much more than I had planned, so I may copy all this into a Deviantart Journal at some point (if anyone wondering why they’re seeing identical text).

#spy x family #spy x family au #loid forger #anya forger #yor forger #au #lucius forger #lucius aether #rafael forger #rafael aether #twiyor #loid x yor #loid and yor's children #oc #loiyor lovechild

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reidselle · 2 years

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till forever falls apart (part one)!

paring: spencer reid x gender neutral reader

category: angst with no happy ending

content warnings: emotional cheating, trouble getting pregnant, arguing/fighting, breakup

word count: 2.1k

authors note: this is part one to a two-part fic! i want to give special thanks to @leftoverenvy for helping me and editing this fic the whole time ive been working on it and @lilacprentiss for the moodboard ilysm! anyways i really hope yall enjoy this ive been working on this for awhile!! <333

I didn’t work at the BAU, so when Spencer started to become distant, I began to worry. Lately, Spencer had no longer shown any desire and made zero effort to get back home as soon as possible or take the time to call or answer my texts while he was away on cases.

I thought that maybe this was all just a small fluke in the air and I was going to have the man who used to not be able to detach himself from my side after coming home from cases. The man whose cheeks would turn a deep crimson every time I would compliment him or give him a quick kiss on the forehead in public. The person who was behind sending me treats and love notes to my work. He made me feel like the most stunning and loved person every time I looked into his eyes. But I learned very quickly that this was very far from over.

The day wasn’t even over yet and I was ready to go home, take a hot bath, and go to bed. Sleep was the only time I got to escape from the hell that was my reality.

Arriving at the apartment complex, I parked my car, glancing at Spencer’s empty parking spot next to mine. He didn’t drive often, so he either took the metro or just rode along with me on the days we would both go out to complete a task that needed to be done. Always enjoying and craving to be in the other’s company whenever possible. The last time we were in the car, or together, was two weeks ago after I had dropped off Spencer’s car at the mechanic.

I wasn’t expecting anyone to be home since it was midday, and Spencer was supposed to be out of town on a case. So to say I was shocked to see my boyfriend standing in the living room area of our apartment with an endearing smile spreading across his face was a bit of an understatement. The moment I saw him, I forgot about everything that had happened these past few months: all those nights in our bed alone crying over the life I was positive Spencer and I would make together. I mean, if one were to have asked me a few months ago if I was going to marry Spencer Reid and live out the rest of our days loving each other, I would have once told you that was a silly question to even ask.

My hopefulness of things being all better came to a halt when I noticed that Spencer was on the phone and hadn’t even noticed my presence, too enthralled with the conversation he was having.

After only moments of standing there, the phone call he was having seemed to be coming to an end. Needless to say, I wish I would have picked up the extra shift my boss had offered me tonight.

The second I heard the words, “I love you too,” leave the man of my dreams’ mouth, I dropped the metal water bottle and everything else that was previously in my hands.

Frozen still, and my ears ringing, I watched as the color drained from his face and he frantically ended the call.

As per usual, he had nothing to say. With tears in his eyes, he struggled to get something out but failed miserably.

I was determined not to lose it in front of him. No matter how much he deserved to be screamed and yelled at, he deserved the same treatment he had been giving me for the past few months.

It was as if I no longer existed to him. In no way was I ever a thought or priority that occupied his mind.

No matter how hard I tried to hold our relationship and future together, how much I was there for him, it didn’t matter.

*FLASHBACK*

I had been sitting here for what felt like hours. Drinking my coffee and desperately trying to study for the MCAT. Then suddenly all my textbooks had been knocked to the floor.

“Shit” I exclaimed out loud as I hurriedly tried to pick up the fallen books.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry” I heard a worried man's voice say.

I looked up at the sound of his voice and there bent down in front of me was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.

I did not move until I saw how nervous my stare was making this beautiful man. His cheeks were flushed as he continued to ramble out his apology and hand me the fallen books.

“It's okay, I promise. Accidents happen” I say, grabbing the books from his hands and standing up with him.

“I’m Y/N,” I tell him after setting down my books back on the table I was seated at. I reach out my hand to shake his, which to my surprise, makes him even more nervous.

“I’m sorry, I’m not much of a h-handskaker. The number of pathogens passed during a handshake is astounding. It's actually safer to kiss,” the man hurries out.

I again stood there for a moment in awe of him before smirking at him and saying, “I would love to take you up on that offer if I could just get your name first.”

“S-Spencer, Spencer Reid,” he says.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

Walking as calmly as I could to our shared bedroom, I made my way to the closet and began throwing all of Spencer's belongings into suitcases.

Hearing his footsteps and sniffles as he got closer just made me more determined to get him out of our once shared apartment as quickly as possible.

“W-what are you doing?” I barely hear him choke out behind me.

But still, I stayed silent. I didn't even react, I just kept putting his cardigans, work shirts, and converse in the separate suitcases I had laid out on our, well my bed now.

For a moment, he just watched me, but as I began placing the albums of us and our time together that I made for him for his birthday, he broke his silence once again.

“Y/N I-I’m not leaving you, especially not now when you're this upset. I-I love you Y/N, and I care about you.”

Freezing, I looked up and looked him dead in the eye.

Who does he think he is? I think to myself.

“Who do you think you are?” I asked him with a straight and calm expression on my face.

“What?” he questioned.

“You heard me, Spencer. Who the hell do you think you are? Do you think you're in any place to say that you love me? Let alone care about me?” I said, my expression never faltering.

“Y/N what do you mean? I’m your boyfriend, of course, I love and care about you,” he said confidently.

“You, firstly, are no longer my boyfriend, and obviously haven't been for a very long time, unbeknownst to me,” I began. “Secondly, whenever you were actively my boyfriend that didn't stop you from loving another person did it, Spencer?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“I-I, t-that’s not-” he tried to get out, but I cut him off.

“And finally, you definitely do not love or care about me. At least, well I mean, I think you did at one point in time. But you haven't for a long time,” I said as I began to finish packing his shit up, wanting him out of here more than ever at that point.

This foolishness of his is going to make me break my calm and collected act if he keeps it up.

Eventually, I moved into the bathroom connected to the bedroom and grabbed all of his toiletries. Throwing them into the final suitcase, I zipped it up and started grabbing all the bags I could at once to set outside. Not so secretly hoping this would be the final push he needed to get him out of my life.

As I go to move past Spencer- who has looked like a deer in headlights ever since I last spoke- he grabs my arm to stop me.

“Y/N please just let me explain, I still want to be with you. We were trying to make a baby remember? You wanted to have my kids Y/N.” he said, trying to pull me closer to him.

Ripping your arm from his grip, “YOU DON’T GET TO DO THAT SPENCER!” I screamed, poking his chest with my finger, not being able to stay collected any longer. “You don’t get to bring up how I wanted to have and carry your children Spencer. You especially don't get to explain how you started seeing someone else after we found out that I couldn't give you what both you and I wanted.” I said, taking a step back and seething at him.

“How did you know-” He started to ask

“Because unlike you, Spencer, I’ve been using my brain to put together that the person, whoever they may be, on the opposite line of the phone call I walked in on earlier, is the same person that the suspicious love note I found the other day while in your office.” I explained

“What the hell were you doing in my office Y/N?” He asked you, getting anger

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me Spencer,” I said exasperated “You have NO RIGHT to be angry right now, but if you'd really like to know, I, unlike you have noticed that you have seemed a little overworked lately. So being the loving and caring partner I am, I decided to give your office a very needed clean-up. I mean god Spencer who do you think is responsible for throwing away the molding coffee cups that were thrown everywhere. I even went as far as organizing all the files in your drawer, as well as restocking your snack drawer.

“I mean you would think I get so much as a thank you from you, but it must have slipped my mind that you had forgotten about my existence.” I quickly spat out before taking a deep breath and continuing, “You almost had me fooled Spencer I must admit, if it wasn't for me walking into our apartment at the wrong time today, I would still be foolishly waiting for the love note I found. But now I know damn well it isn't for me.” I say while moving to put the rest of the bags I packed outside.

Now standing at the front door, I heard Spencer say, “I didn’t even meet her in person Y/N, I swear to you. We only ever talked on the phone.”

I let out a breathy laugh, “Oh because that makes it so much better Spencer. Let me be completely honest with, something that you should try yourself, I would have preferred you fucked a rando one time and that be it. Maybe then we would have a chance, but no, you so obviously have feelings for someone else that you haven’t even given me the decency to tell me who they are” I said tired and just ready to not see his face anymore.

“It’s Maeve, Y/N. Maeve is the person I was speaking to earlier.” He confessed

“Maeve?!? The doctor I found for your headaches Maeve?!”

“I’m so sorry Y/N. But I told you I still love you.”

“No, no, no you're not sorry, you're just sorry you got caught. And if you really love me like you say you do let me ask you this, me or her?” I ask, having a sliver of hope for the first time since coming home that, maybe just maybe our relationship could actually be saved.

But then Spencer had to crush my heart once again, “Y-Y/N I can’t just choose between the two of you,” He said in a whisper

“I think you just did. Please get out of my house Spencer and never contact me again.” I said sternly, walking past him into my once shared and full of love bedroom, slamming the door closed once I’m in the room.

After about ten minutes I finally heard the front door shut, not before Spencer gave another apology though.

Letting myself slide down the door, once I hit the floor I laid down, curled up into a ball, and let out the most heart-wrenching cry.

Spencer Walter Reid, the man I thought I was going to marry and grow old with, didn’t love me anymore.

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norangeyyy · 3 years

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Late Night HCs

Bucci Gang Edition

TW: nothing too extreme, just a little bit of hurt/comfort stuff sprinkled right here and there.

Bruno Bucciarati

► Bucciarati typically doesn't stay up late at night, he has work and would squeeze all the amount of sleep he can get on his free time.

► Unless he has a lot of things in mind.

► It doesn't matter whether it's a work-related problem, his past, a random thought, or just generally his worries about his future. It will keep him up.

► He'll definitely need someone to be an outlet but if no one's available, he'll just stare at the night sky and distract himself with the moving clouds or finish some of his work until he's too tired to think of anything.

► If you happen to be in the same situation and same place that night though, then make sure that you take care of the trust he has for you when he was at most vulnerable and he will do same with you.

► I personally headcannon Bucciarati to be the type to like those kind of conversations since i highly doubt that he has been so vulnerable in front of anyone besides Abbachio ever since he joined the mafia.

► And even then, he's mostly the one who lifts the spirits up and not the other way around since he's the leader.

► So expect to hear things and words you wouldn't expect to come from the Bucciarati you see everyday come spilling out of his mouth, it'll be a lot.

► Pat his back or better yet, give him a hug and brush his hair while doing so. He needs it a lot since he hasn't really got one after his family fell apart.

► "I feel so much better now, thank you. I'll make sure not to forget about this night. "

Leone Abbachio

► The night owl of the gang.

► Staying up until 3AM is nothing new to this man, hell, he could even go on a whole day without sleep if he has a lot of things that's bothering him.

► He's the opposite of Bucciarati, he prefers to shoulder his intrusive thoughts alone. It'd take some great amount of effort and trust to make him talk and let it out.

► What he does during those times is either using his stand to replay certain memories that could either worsen his guilt or put him at ease, or just drink until he passes out but most of the time, he does both.

► He could also be listening to some music while he does so but if he's feeling guilty for making Bucciarati concerned about his frequent drinking, then he'll just listen to music and hope that he'll fall asleep and not just keep his eyes closed until the sun rises.

► It works, kind of, but even without alcohol driving him to sleep, he'll always be tired. His sleeping schedule is seriously messed up because he never really cared about it in the first place.

► Would sometimes go out for a walk. Leone is fond of the city's peacefulness when everyone is asleep, with the only thing keeping him accompany is the cold air and the dim light of the lampposts.

► Secretly still has his police uniform and would occasionally take it out just to stare at it or talk to it in a not-so-kind of way as he sees his younger self in it.

► Gets dragged in whatever shit Narancia and the others are up to if he gets spotted. Mostly it's just for a movie night behind Bucciarati's back but Abbachio knows better and expects the unexpected when it comes to the gang.

► Knows what everyone does in late night if they're still up and has seen a lot of ungodly sights.

► Whether it be seeing a sleepy Mista and the pistols chanting a weird prayer to a bowl of cereals or Fugo being dragged out of his room by Narancia, Leone knows it.

Pannacotta Fugo

► Just like Bucciarati, Fugo rarely stays up late at night and if he does, it's usually just because he's busy.

► Fugo has hobbies like painting and reading, everyone in the gang knows that. It's just that he gets carried way too far sometimes and loses track of time.

► Who could blame him though when the book he's reading is just too interesting or the painting he's currently working on is almost done, right?

► On extremely rare occasions where something unpleasant enough to keep Fugo up at night happens, he'll bundle himself in his fluffy blanket like a butterfly in its cocoon.

► He always does this back when he's still living with his parents, it makes him feel safe from anything that's haunting him.

► And if it's neither his hobbies or problems that's keeping him up, he'll just hear Narancia whispering outside his door or Mista throwing pebbles at his window.

► For the first few times the duo did this, Fugo was still able to resist until he just can't anymore knowing that they wouldn't leave him alone all night.

► "Well, this isn't so bad. "

► He says as he enthusiastically tosses a popcorn into his mouth with his eyes glued all over the lit screen of the TV.

► Movie nights, along with sneaking out to go the nearest convenience store, became a common thing between the Torture Dance Trio™ ever since then.

Narancia Ghirga

► The type to wake up in the middle of the night and think "Hmm... Everyone's asleep, let's commit robbery tonight!"

► Fugo's sleep paralysis demon.

► Would literally not hesitate to steal chocolate bars with Mista and probably does 3AM challenges with him too.

► Never runs out of ideas to keep himself up at night and is the one who comes up with everything but what he does still depends on his mood.

► If Narancia's feeling a little too lazy then he'll just sleep and most of the time, with music keeping him accompany. But unlike Abbachio, he purposely doesn't wear headphones just to annoy Fugo whose room is right next to his.

► If he's feeling like it, he'll straight up just invite the others to watch a movie or play videogames even though Bruno has already made it clear not to use the TV after 11PM.

► But just as he likes staying up at night doing crazy things with the boys, he also uses his energy left and free time to self-study, as surprising that may sound.

► He may hate reading but he takes advantage of the fact that his brain is much active at night and he doesn't want to depend on Fugo too much. After all, he dreams on going back to school and he's more than willing to be capable enough to do so alone and pass without the other teen's help.

► Will cuddle anything that's near him while he studies but if you give him a plushie, it'll be instantly his favorite and he would definitely use it as a study buddy.

Guido Mista

► Alright, let's be honest here, this dude wouldn't even stay up if it weren't for his bros.

► 5 seconds lying on the bed and he's already knocked out for a good 10 hours if there's no work he has to do for the day. Make it 8 at weekdays thanks to his mafia-related responsibilities.

► He sleeps like a log so only a combination of shaking him up awake with Fugo and Narancia can make him rise from what seems like a two year coma but is really just a normal tuesday night.

► Will pretty much join Narancia at anything he does but since his last three brain cells are obviously still as half asleep as him, he won't be able to remember that much the next day.

► And once he's out of the room and is already sitting on the couch with the guys, Mista's the type to fall asleep halfway through the movie.

► You can't blame him though, it's 12AM and it seems that Fugo got to choose what movie they'll watch since Narancia already got to choose the other night.

► Unless they're playing videogames or are going out then he won't be acting like a slow ass PVZ zombie with a fried brain. Actually, he'll be hella active if that's the case.

► Active at grabbing every snack each second, that is.

► Actually, it's the pistols who does that but oh well, it's not like Mista's innocent too.

► "I swear it's not me who ate all of our groceries for this month! Right, guys?! It's the pistols! "

► And that, everyone, is how Guido blew their little rendezvous without even trying.

Giorno Giovanna

► There's not much to be said about this boy since just like Mista, Giorno goes to bed early as he makes sure he still gets the proper amount of sleep.

► He already has a lot of things to deal with at day so of course, by the end of it, he'll be exhausted.

► Nights before exams are excluded because although he may seem like he skips class sometimes, Giorno still knows his priorities.

► Only when he became the head of the mafia did he really started to lose sleep as great power comes with great responsibilities.

► It took a LONG time for Giorno to adjust to a lot of things cause come on, he maybe resilient but he's still a 15 year old teen.

► Not only does he have towers after towers of work but i like to imagine that he still continued his education and used some of the things he learns in class in the mafia, specifically in classes like history or geography class since as a boss, he has to know every nook and cranny of Italy.

► Not to mention that emergencies happen and he always has to be ready to give out orders, even if it means being woken up at 1AM.

► God, help this child because all the things mentioned above are just an understatement of what happens on the first few months of being in charge of Passione.

► "So this is why Diavolo looks like he's about to explode whenever something goes wrong huh. "

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cartmankisser · 3 years

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Kyle x reader alphabet please ?

yes of course!! this isn’t proof read so i apologize if it’s a bit wonky lol

Kyle x Reader Fluff Alphabet

A ctivities - “What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?”

loves to go on cheesy dates with you. picnics at sunset, fancy restaurants, romantic walks at the park, etc. he learned trough movies how a “real man” should act in a relationship, so it’s his top priority to show you how much of a gentleman he can be.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

definitely honesty. he likes to know that he doesn’t have to think twice about what his partner is saying, which can be a breath of fresh air when you’re friends with someone like cartman.

he knows personality is important, but he can always admire a pretty face :)

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc?

i think he would give amazing advice. i mean, you’ve seen his speeches that he used to give at the end of every episode. he might not be very touchy, but he wouldn’t mind holding your hands.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

he would like to settle down someplace quiet and calm, maybe have a kid or two if that’s what you would want.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

i feel like he would be the more dominant one because like i said before, he is using cheesy movies as a relationship guide

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

he adores you so much. he has had a few failed relationships, so he really thinks that since you haven’t left him, even when cartman has schemes to drive you two apart, he knows that you are the one for him. you are his confidence

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

he has no secrets with you. he overshares a lot. but what can he say? he likes talking to you and he trusts you not to tell anyone

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

you motivate him a lot to take extra care of himself. he makes sure to brush his hair every morning, because you complimented his curls before. he steals his dads cologne because you said he smelled nice when you hugged him.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

he is very protective of you. when he gets jealous, he gets scary quiet because he’s trying not to curse out the guy hitting on you. afterwards, he likes to talk about it with you while holding you against him tightly. he values communication and honesty.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

very awkward kisser. let’s be honest. he’s a fourth grader, not a sex god. short but sweet pecks anywhere on your face really.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

over the top, but very sweet and cute. he would go all out for you. dresses up nice and brings you flowers of your favorite color and some

chocolates to your door. he saw it on tv and thought you would like it :)

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

idk i just think it would be adorable to propose the same way he first confessed his love. i think he would prefer a smaller wedding with friends and family and the flowers he first brought to your door. aww <3333

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

casual ones. sweetie, honey, babe, you get the gist

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

it would be painfully obvious i’m sorry. always staring and blushing around them, going out of his way to talk to them whenever he can, smiling when he sees them, even if they’re just walking past him in the halls.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

casual pda. he likes to hold hands and doesn’t mind hugs but he prefers not to kiss or anything in front of people. definitely gushes about how much he loves you to the boys though

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

outstanding memory. he remembers the one time you mentioned something that you were into, like your favorite candy or what perfumes you like

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

pretty cliche most of the time, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t care about dates. he would probably cry if you made him a special date setup with all the things that he likes. he is more creative with his gifts than setting up dates.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their? Do they believe in them?

he would support anything that they want to do, unless they are dangerous or highly illegal. he’s learned his lesson with cartman and doesn’t want you to end up in outer space or something lmao

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

he prefers routines, but i don’t think he would hate having some spontaneous moments. he likes doing exiting things that could possibly get you guys in trouble because they always make the best memories. totally worth it just to cry laughing with you.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

he would be open minded when it comes to you, meaning arguments are really kept to a minimum and aren’t that serious. he knows that you are smart, so he wouldn’t really be mad at you, unless you got hurt because you were being dumb lol

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

one of his top priorities. he really cares about you and is always thinking about you, so it would break him to have ditch you to do something else. even if it’s something he has to do, like homework. would ditch class to kiss you in the bathroom stall

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

collects random trinkets from previous dates, like acorns or rocks. he probably labels them with the day they are from

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

loves affection when it’s just the two of you. would kiss your cheeks and pull you into his lap. i think he would love physical affection with you. he would totally put his arm around you and

does that thing where he pulls your leg over his hip when you guys are cuddling.

Y earning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

i feel like he would just sulk. maybe look at pictures of you guys. he would try to make you something cute to give to you when he sees you again

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

he wouldn’t ditch his friends, but he would definitely beat someone up for you. especially if they ever started ripping on you (cough cartman cough) even if it gets him in trouble

#kyle x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle brovlofski #south park x reader #south park fanfiction #south park #i had fun with this

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Scythe chapter 16-20!!

Ayy we’re backk!! Let’s just get started shall we?

Chapter 16!!

-oh god the elegy—

-“Could you imagine me as a teenager?” OH YES I CAN OHOHO

-This also shows how much power scythes and especially Goddard has

-And also shows how bad of a scythe Goddard is as well

-this chapter didn’t have much but it IS good so ykyk

Chapter 17!!

-OHHH ITS THE MOMENT THAT EVERYONE LOSES THEIR MINDS OVER!! SCYTHE FARADAY IS D-D-DEAD or is he? :) :)

-Rowan instinctively trying to protect Citra!!!

-it makes sense for most disabilities to be nonexistent but that doesn’t mean I have to like it :/ like idk why the way it’s done is just :// especially as a disabled person myself

-The way the describe Faraday’d death is already suspicious if you already know he isn’t dead but when you’re first reading it, it does make sense!

-OH AND THE SEPARATE TRAININGS BEGINS!!!

-“If I ever take on an apprentice it will be for a different reason entirely.” OHOHO I KNOW I KNOWWWW

-Again not much to say BUT still rlly good!!

Chapter 18!!!

-Part 3 begins!!

-SCYTHE CURIE!!

-Again I always forget the names of these places, falling water is a very pretty name!!

-Citra being angry about Faraday’s death OUGH, she’s rlly going through 5 stages of grieve style

-Could you imagine ppl in the future calling our decor and shit old fashioned? Bizarre

-I love how they make Curie instantly charming and likable with only a few scenes, good writing man!!

-What hobbies would other scythes have? I wonder…

-Fun fact, i cannot drive, tried to learn and crashed the car, oh how I wish driving wasn’t necessary like in scythe

-Giving us little notes about the comfort scythes can give

-We hear a lot about being stagnant in the Scythe universe, and like, yeah, if you were in this utopia wouldn’t you grow stagnant even quicker than most? You have nothing to do literally

-You can really feel how observant Curie is, she noticed the small details

-Jesus even Curie’s yelling scared ME and I already knew what was gonna happen! She’s rlly intimidating—

-Gotta uphold your image!!

-“Another Scythe might have exacted a punishment far worse.” *COUGH COUGH GODDARD*

-Again shit names!! Barton Breen??? What??

-20 kids,, Jesus,,

-You can Curie’s own version of compassion, it’s different from Faradays yet still wonderful

-She did find her own way of gleaning!!

-Again FUCK Goddard!!

-I do wonder what would happen if Citra was trained by Goddard instead of Rowan…

-“Immortality has turned us all into cartoons.” GOD THAT LINEE

-Amazing chapter!! Told a LOT abt Curie!!!

CHAPTER 19!!!!

-Oo!! I thought this moment happened in Thunderhead but I misremembered!!

-Tho I THINK something similar happens??? Idk maybe my memory is fuckin with me ushejdj

-ALSO DAMN CITRA!! Pushin girls in front of TRUCKS holy fuck!!!

-Hate the eating descriptions!!

-TELL THE MOTHER YOU TWO!!! LIKE CMON??

-Cindy lmaoo, whenever someone whitewashes Citra im gonna call it Cindy instead <3 spite

-“err on the side of respect.” LMAO love that line

-RONDA ROADKILL IM DYINGGGGGG and so did she! (Temporarily but yk)

-“Can i throw you under a truck some other time?” She’s a busy person! I’d totally throw Citra under a truck! Would be fun!

-“the cloud” like icloud! Guess apple won in this world!

-“The machine had a purer soul than any human” NO IT DOESNT IVE SEEN AI ART YOU CANT FOOL ME!!!

-FUCK YOU SCYTHE GODDARD!!!

-OO TIME FOR CITRA TO INVESTIGATE!! I remember LOVING this plot so!!!!

Chapter 20!!

-Rowan finally!!! I missed you!!!!!

-He doesn’t wanna kill Citra!!! The beginning of his devotion to her UGHHH

-god hes only 17, I think we forgot how young these characters are, they really are just kids being pushed into this horrible situation god,,,

-He already wants to change things!! And he will!! He will change a lot, though not as much as his girlfriend!!

-VOLTA!!

-“So is there a reason why you choose your robes to be the color of piss?” HA one of my favorite lines!!

-“the Change” god their ideology—, the fact they’re all thinking that they’re changing things for the better really shows how convincing of a man Goddard is, GOD i hate him!!!

-Ans here we have Goddard��s MANY parties

-my sensory issues would hate this

-I accidentally spelled Goddard’s name as Goodard which…Isn’t that so Ironic?

-“Bimbotech” Neal I’m BEGGING you to stop

-“Rowan wondered if the man had a diamond-studded bathing suit in his waredrobe as well.” He would because he’s a vain prick!!

-HES UNDERAGE STOP GIVING HIM ALCOHOL!! *Looking at you RAND especially ya creep—*

-“He was lucky if they even remembered to get him a gift” rowans parents man,,, He was really fucking neglected man it’s so awful, and the fact he still cares about them despite that GODDD

-See how goddard bend the rules? See how he twists them to make them fit what HE wants? Yeah, he’s gonna do that a lot; again, fuck you Goddard

-ESME!!! Shes backk!! And he’s right! She’ll be important!!

-GOD this is a good chapter, rowan my beloved!!

And that’s it!!! Next time will be chapters 21-25!! We’re going so fast aren’t we?

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