#why is that anyone's business. all ships are good and real. fuck off

[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

Hi, I apologize if I'm being annoying but I love your shipping au and I was thinking of something and wanted to tell you

What if once the shipp that is most trending is MC x the worst possible noble of that country. Like, people notice mc has a lot of chemistry with glasya or bimet and instead of a king there is now a whole thread talking about how mc should stay with the noble instead of the king? I think it would be really funny

Oh, I love this. Mc that has terrible taste in men is so real.

*Glasylabolas posts a photo of him kissing Mc*

Glasylabolas: Task failed succesfully

Foras: I'm glad you like the dead so much because there's no way you're going to keep on living after this

Barbatos: I'm preparing the candles

Glasylabolas: It's fineeeeee I made it so only people that follow me can see it. His majesty Leviathan doesn't follow anyone.

Dantalian: BROOOOOOOO THIS IS SO COOOOOOL

Glasylabolas: I know, right? The child of Solomon is my significant other now. Everyone else can go cry about it.

Dantalian: You'll be sharing with your bestie, right

Dantalian: 🥹👉👈

Glasylabolas: Of course

Dantalian: Yepeeeee

Glasylabolas: Tell Ronové to check his dms

Dantalian: He's busy. We're in the middle of a battle

Glasylabolas: I don't care, I want to see if he has time in his scheduel for our threesome

Dantalian: wait... I thought I was your bestie!

Glasylabolas: I have many besties, Dantalian

Glasylabolas: Most of them from Abaddon. You people trully understand me

Dantalian: It's fine. Wanting to fuck corpses is tame. Just yesterday someone died from getting fucked by a horse.

Glasylabolas: Crazy

Dantalian: Can I have more pics with you and Mc? I want to make an edit

Glasylabolas: Absolutely, just send it to me directly

Dantalian: sure sure

*Glasylabolas posted 10 more photos*

Dantalian: wiat ill doiy when i grt homt

Glasylabolas: Are you having a stroke?

Dantalian: m typng wjth m feert

Glasylabolas: Pop off

5 hours later

*Dantalian posted an edit*

Dantalian: It's done!

Glasylabolas: This is great! Though why is the song "Be my bad boy"

Dantalian: Because you're the bad boy and Mc is the badass dom

Glasylabolas: They haven't dommed yet

Dantalian: yet

Gamigin: WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS??????

Paimon: It's not even photoshopped... Glasy, how could you?!

Eligos: Nooooooo out of all the bad decisions, Mc made the worst one

Amon: I think I just lost my appatite for the next century

Dantalian: Come on, guys, it's not that bad!

Amon: @Gamigin are there any free beds in Paradise Lost? I think I need emergency medical attention

Gamigin: I'll send Buer over

Amon: Thx

Eligos: This is fucking outragous

Paimon: My main question is how Glasy is still alive

Foras: @Glasylabolas I think you should brace yourself

Gamigin: What happened?

Barbatos: Hi guys!!!! So, his handsome majesty Leviathan took care of everything. His last words were "This is hot"

Gamigin: Is he dead?

Paimon: Good

Dantalian: He was a good devil.

Dantalian:

Dantalian: Stay strong, brothers

Foras: He's not dead, just unconcious

Paimon: Bumeeeer

*This forum has been terminated at the request of his majesty Leviathan*

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb glasylabolas #whb foras #whb barbatos #whb leviathan #whb dantalian #whb eligos #whb paimon #whb amon #whb gamigin #shipper au #whb x reader

[mamamittens]

How Our Seeds Grow (Pt. 2)

Platonic Yandere Whitebeard Pirates & young!GN!Reader

Main|First|Next

Warnings: Emotional distress, a very naked snail, and minor blood.

Ah! Almost forgot, for those that asked to be tagged: @iggy5055 @badluckinfrench (idk why it won't let me tag you bro, sorry, the minute I got to the 'f' it said no)

Word Count: 2,248

You’d never really considered what you’d do if you did ever run afoul of pirates. The other marines were usually quite good at keeping any real threat far from you, often by bodily tossing you to someone else. And you didn’t know if this was the usual fate of a marine caught by pirates either. It sure didn’t seem like it, but none of the pirates thought it was weird, so what did you know?

You were seated in a medical bay on board their ship clutching the hem of your shirt anxiously. You weren’t injured anymore but dried blood was still smeared over your face and collar. Nose a little stuffed up.

A man with a blue mask over half his face and a kind smile gently wiped your face off with a wet rag as he asked questions. Pheonix taking notes on a clipboard with a pleasant but vaguely fake smile. It didn’t even hurt, the damp, warm fabric just removing any leftover blood from your broken nose. When he was done, he pulled out a few tissues.

“Have you had any shots? Blow your nose into this and we’re done with that—” Deuce ordered softly, holding the tissues over your nose firmly as you followed his instructions.

“Nnn—I don’t know? I think so?” You whined, ears popping as your nose itched, now free of any leftover blood. Deuce winced and tossed the tissues away, wiping your face clean one last time. You rubbed your nose, wrinkling it with a grimace as the sensation faded. “…thanks.” You mumbled, still unsure about what you’re supposed to do.

You certainly couldn’t run. Where would you go? The ship had left port a few minutes ago and until that point you'd been carried or had a hand on your shoulder. You couldn’t call for help, the fight with Fire Fist was loud enough that anyone who could hear would have already shown up. And you definitely couldn’t fight.

Deuce smiled softly, patting your head.

“That’s alright, kid. We can figure out the rest later.” He reassured you. “What do you like to do? We’ve got a lot of stuff on the Moby Dick for all sorts of hobbies. And plenty of people willing to teach you if you don’t know how to do them.” He kneeled down so he was looking up at you, no longer towering over you despite sitting on an exam table.

You swallowed hard, wringing your shirt in uncertainty.

“I-I’m a marine? I don’t got time for hobbies. I clean or I train or I go on patrols.” You explained lamely. You’d seen some marines do things in their downtime. Like knit or read. Some gambled. But you’d always been kept busy and unable to really get to know the others on any base you were stationed at.

Deuce’s expression fell, Pheonix keeping his gaze fixed on the clipboard in his hands—but he gripped it hard enough you could hear the whine of the board under stress. Deuce cleared his throat, smile returning.

“Well! I guess that just means you get to try everything! You’re too young for any serious training.” Deuce explained cheerfully, tapping your nose.

“Bring-ring. Bring-ring. Bring-clack!” your snail called out as you scrambled to answer quickly, pulling him free from your pocket.

“H-Hello! E—”

“Where are you?! Ensign Williams was found passed out in the marketplace! It was supposed to be a simple patrol—you can’t just go running off because you feel like it!” Someone you think you recognized as the base captain’s assistant shrieked, tears pricking your eyes as you cleared your throat.

“U-Uhm… we were on patrol when my partner and I got orders to confront Fire Fist and to run if he was accompanied by another Whitebeard Pirate. W-Williams was beaten and… the Pheonix took me?” You mumbled, face red as you refused to look up.

“What?! Who the fuck gave that order—Never mind! You need to return to base immediately for punitive assignment, ensign!” You sniffed, tears falling as you impulsively choked out a strained cry,

“How?!” you sobbed anxiously as the snail was plucked from your hands. Through foggy glasses, you saw it was Pheonix but his expression was blurred.

“No.” Pheonix stated simply, his voice hard as you rubbed your eyes. “They won’t be returning, period. So, consider this their resignation.” Your chest tightened while Deuce rubbed your back, whispering into your ear.

“Easy, kid. You’re not in trouble—we won’t let them have you back, I promise.”

“But I gotta!” You whined, Deuce tutting as he pulled down your hands to wipe your face with the rag.

“No, no, no, you really don’t. It’s not your fault, alright?”

“ON WHO’S ORDERS?!” the vaguely familiar voice screeched.

“Ours.” There was a crunch of metal and a hand gently opened your palm. The snail’s firm weight notably lighter. You pulled back from Deuce’s attempt to clean your face, clumsily putting your glasses back to look.

The snail, a pleasant crème color, was missing his standard issue shell. Visibly shaking from either fright or a chill.

“O-Oh no, Cream, you’re naked!” You cried in despair, Deuce choking out a laugh. You jerked, remembering suddenly that you weren’t allowed to name the snails or get attached.

Pheonix kneeled down and stroked your cheek fondly. That familiar sensation of bated breath and birdsong in your chest almost reassuring in it’s intensity.

“Don’t worry, we’ve got some spare shells in storage. None that let you make calls though.” He reassured you as you placed your hand over Cream’s naked back. He looked a little relieved, ducking his head as much as he could in the small space you provided. “Think you can clean up the rest on your own? Ace should have found spare clothes by now.”

You sniffled.

“I-I have to wear a uniform though…” You objected. “It’s mine.”

Just about the only thing you did own, actually, besides pet treats. Even Cream was actually the base’s snail.

Pheonix’s expression twisted again into something sad and deeply troubled as he glanced over your uniform.

“Well… I doubt we can take off the letters, so the hat has to go… but you can keep this. How does that sound? We’ll get you new clothes soon.” Pheonix reassured you while gently tugging the blue fabric free from your shirt collar. He moved your hand and placed it over Cream with a soft smile.

You ducked your head shyly.

“…alright.”

Fire Fist trampled into the room with a bundle of clothes in his arms.

“Found it! A little big but these should fit just fine!” Fire Fist declared as he handed you the bundle, wrinkling his nose at the very naked Cream. “Uh, why’s the snail naked?”

Cream ducked under the blue fabric, skin turning a soft pink hue.

“Hey! Don’t be mean, he’s shy!” you protested before thinking better of it, though rather than take offense, Fire Fist held up his hands and laughed.

“Sorry, sorry! I just never see these guys without a shell—what happened?”

“Run along now, baby bird. Deuce will show you where to clean up while we help fit… Cream with a new shell.” Pheonix helped you off the table and picked up Cream with a slightly embarrassed look. Fire Fist almost asked again, it was clear on his face, but Pheonix glared and it was dropped. Deuce gently pushing you out of the room and towards a private bathroom.

“Take your time, alright kiddo?” Deuce told you softly as he closed the door, letting you have privacy. It was a modest bathroom and you took full advantage. Having the chance to take your time not something you’ve been afforded for a while since the bases have shared bathing areas and your partners were rarely patient enough to wait for long.

It felt weird not getting dressed in a clean uniform. The old one ripped up and dirtied from the marketplace. Your alternative a baggy white shirt with Whitebeard’s jolly roger and shorts that tied at the waist. You looked at the blue neckerchief that Pheonix was allowing you to keep, considering where to where it. The shirt didn’t have a collar to tie it around. Your wrists were too thin unless you wrapped your forearm. It was thankfully clean despite your bloodied nose.

After a long moment, you looked at the mirror.

You looked tired. Eyes red from crying behind your broken glasses but otherwise clean.

It felt wrong to wear this anywhere but your neck.

Decisively, you tied it around your neck like a bandana, pleased to find that you could pull it up over your chin easily. It wasn’t too tight or loose, the weight reassuring in the absence of the layered uniform collar.

Sadly, you folded up your old uniform and held it to your chest. Standing before the door as your heart raced. You weren’t sure why they decided to take you with them and the sudden change in routine was frightening—something you reluctantly admitted to yourself as you stared at the bathroom door.

They were nice but… if you could, you’d go back to the base right that minute. Even if it meant being given chores as punishment for ‘running away’. At least you knew what to expect on base. This pirate ship was a whole new situation though.

There was a yip from the other side of the door and nails scratching the wood.

“Hey! Don’t rush them, Stefan! Let the poor kid take their time.” Fire Fist chastised Stefan softly, a low whine echoing with a few, last petulant drags of nails on wood.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the door, still clinging to your old uniform with your eyes fixed to the floor.

“…hi.”

There was a shift of fabric and boots as suddenly Fire Fist squatted down low with a soft smile.

“Hey, kiddo. You alright? Nice bandana, it looks good on you.” He remarked, an almost understanding look in his eyes. Your chest ached and you shook your head before thinking better of it.

“I-I wanna go back. I-I’m going to be in so much trouble…” You whimpered thickly, tears quick to flood your cheeks. There was a flash of a grimace on Fire Fist’s face as he scooped you up, Stefan managing a single lick to your shin.

Fire Fist felt warm and bubbly. A soothing heat like a sun bathed rock on a beach that hugged you close. Hand brushing over your back.

“No, you’re not, c’mon now, no more tears. You can’t be crying into your food—the chef didn’t put teary stew on the menu! It’s not Thatch’s cooking but it’s still pretty good.” Fire Fist soothed you with a soft bounce to his step. “If this is about that uniform, I promise we’ll get you something way better soon! Haven’t you ever wanted to wear something else? Anything else? Whatever you want, you can have, I promise! Cheer up!”

Even through your tears you could smell the thick scent of dinner as a soft voice piped up behind you.

“They’re going to need some time to adjust, Ace. I know it’s hard to see them like this, but you have to let them let it all out. It’s like when you first came on board. Eventually you tired out from it… eventually.” Fire Fist’s grimace was clear despite the haze on your broken lenses. Cheeks pink as he blushed, holding you closer with a sheepish expression. “Think I can take those old clothes now, baby bird?” Pheonix asked softly, tapping the folded pile in your arms.

You felt your lips wobble as you held it tighter to your chest. A sob startled from you as Fire Fist bounced you to get your attention.

“Hey, looks like he wants to trade.” Fire Fist pointed out, jerking his chin towards Pheonix’s other hand. Cream sat in his curled palm, a sea green shell settled on his back. He looked far more comfortable now than he did before, his small arms wiggling towards you as he considered you with some worry.

After a long moment, you relaxed your grip, allowing Pheonix to take your old uniform and trade for Cream.

“…thank you. His new shell looks nice.” You whispered, holding Cream close as he tried to brush away your tears with a soft hum. You curled into Fire Fist’s arm, head tucked under his chin as you couldn’t help a weak sniffle.

“You’re welcome. Now let’s get you two something to eat. We’ll be arriving at the main flagship pretty late.” Pheonix advised as you glanced up at him. He smiled, cupping your face to swipe away a tear with more success than Cream had.

You wanted to reiterate how deeply in trouble you already were but all that you could say was a meek response.

“…okay.”

Pheonix handed off the clothes to Deuce and walked with Fire Fist towards the eating area.

“You’ll like it here with us eventually. Everyone loves it when we get a new baby on board.”

“Oi!” Fire Fist protested sharply. Pheonix grinned sharply, eyes narrowing at Fire Fist.

“Don’t get jealous~ you’re still a baby in Oyaji’s eyes.”

“That’s not what I meant!”

Small nubby arms tapped your chin as Cream tucked himself close to your neck with a reassuring murmur.

Maybe… maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all. If everyone is like them. Even if they’re pirates.

#one piece #platonic yandere #oh sweet child of mine #how our seeds grow #marco the pheonix #fire fist ace #child reader #gender neutral reader

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

opinions on erivris? (canon + potential)

Friendship! This one's a bit weird to answer because I personally feel like canon pretty much shows us what's up with their relationship, but I can still talk about it!

So we know that Vriska initially got Mindfang's journal from following a meteor she saw shortly after leaving the caverns. This journal eventually led her to a ghost ship, where she found the Flourite Octet during a roleplaying campaign. Eridan mentions getting his crosshairs from a ghost ship too, implying that the two found it together while FLARPing. Since Vriska was explicitly led there by the writings of her ancestor, and she always wished to be like Mindfang, and Eridan also believes that his inheritance of the gun was a sign that he was meant to follow in his ancestor's footsteps/finish their unfinished business, it's heavily implied that the two's kismesistude was largely the result of both of them feeling obligated to pick things up where their ancestors left off.

Now, Karkat's speculated before about Vriska's fucked-up psyche from all the murders. I'll probably just post that, because, to be honest, I trust Karkat's opinion:

CG: OK, MOST PEOPLE WHO HAVEN'T HAD THEIR LOBE STEM CAUTERIZED ARE CAPABLE OF FEELING THE TWO PRIMARY EMOTIONS, HATE AND PITY. CG: PITY IS OF COURSE JUST THE TONED DOWN VERSION OF THE CENTRAL EMOTION, HATE. CG: AND ALL THE NUANCES OF PITY MANIFEST AS VARIOUS OTHER KINDS OF FEELINGS LIKE WHATEVER CHEMICAL REACTIONS TRIGGER MATING FONDESS OR THE MYSTERIOUS FORCES THAT ARE BEHIND MOIRALLEGIANCE. ... CG: A WELL BALANCED PERSON IS IS GOING TO HAVE A GOOD DISTRIBUTION BETWEEN HATE AND THE VARIOUS PITY HUMORS. CG: HAVING A GOOD BALANCE KEEPS ALL THE EMOTIONS SHARPER, SEE I THINK THAT'S YOUR PROBLEM. ... CG: BUT SEE, YOU'RE TOO HEAVY ON THE HATE SIDE, OR AT LEAST YOU PRETEND TO BE WHICH IS MAYBE WORSE. ... CG: AND YOU THINK YOU'RE HATING UP EVERYONE HARD WHEN YOU'RE REALLY JUST BURNING OUT THAT ENTIRE EMOTIONAL HEMISPHERE. CG: IT'S LIKE LUKEWARM HATE. PRETENDER'S HATE, WITH NO COUNTERPOINT AT ALL. CG: AS SUCH THERE'S NO REAL SUBSTANCE TO YOUR HATE, IT'S LIKE A CARDBOARD MOVIE PROP. CG: WHICH IS WHY YOUR BRAIN IS BROKEN, KIND OF LIKE TAVROS'S BUT ON THE OPPOSITE HEMISPHERE I GUESS. CG: OR MAYBE YOUR BROKEN BRAIN LED TO THE IMBALANCE IN THE FIRST PLACE, I DON'T KNOW. CG: WHATEVER THE CASE IS, YOU'RE KIND OF EMOTIONALLY SCREWED, SORRY TO SAY. CG: YOUR HATE'S TOO DULL FOR A PROPER KISMESIS, IN MY OPINION. CG: AND I DON'T SEE ANYONE CHOMPING AT THE BIT TO BE YOUR MOIRAIL HONESTLY, UNLESS THERE'S SOMEONE OUT THERE WHO WOULD ACTUALLY BOTHER PITYING YOU. CG: AND LANDING A MATESPRIT? HAHAHAHA! CG: SERIOUSLY, LIKE THAT WOULD EVEN INTEREST YOU. CG: BASICALLY ANY FEATURE OF YOUR EMOTIONAL PROFILE THAT USUALLY MAKES SOMEONE VIABLE IN THE REDROM DEPARTMENT MUST BE TOTALLY FRIED. CG: YOUR BLACKROM POTENTIAL'S PROBABLY TOAST TOO.

So basically, what Karkat is saying is that Vriska's a sloppy mess. Because of her personal suite of issues, caused by a demanding and "intense" "sym8iotic" relationship with her lusis and all the child murders she's had to do (many thousands), she functionally doesn't have enough emotional effort to muster up for pretty much anybody.

And this all makes sense, because Vriska's entire suite of problems stems from having to be tough as nails and justifying her actions. No weakness, no kindness, no mercy, no pity. And since she's closing herself off from the rest of her emotions, all she has left is a "dull" hate, insufficient for a proper kismesistude. Frankly, according to Karkat, she just can't hate anybody hard enough.

Now, Vriska and Eridan have a lot of parallels, between their ancestors' shared history and the similar demands made by the lusii in their lives. However, Vriska is far more successful at fitting into the highblood mold; since she's better at closing herself off from feelings of guilt or pity, and - Team Charge debacle nonwithstanding - capable of forming and maintaining friendly relations, if not friendship, with other trolls (Equius, Kanaya).

In contrast, because the two kind of serve as foils for each other, Eridan is really bad at managing his feelings. Between expressing guilt about the kid he just orphaned:

That should keep her happy for a while. And make a freshly orphaned troll somewhere pretty sad.

And the fact that he's generally known for his "exaggerated emotional theatrics," which generally stem from genuine deep-seated anxieties he holds towards his position in society and the weight of a seemingly inescapable future (check out my Eridan essay for more), I think it's safe to say that he kind of represents the opposite of Vriska's personal suite of issues: where she closes herself off from her feelings too much, and is thus constantly projecting an air of being tough and mean and scary, Eridan expresses his emotions too much, and is thus seen as cringe and overbearing and attention-seeking.

And this equal-but-opposites kind of thing crops up in other facets of their life - Vriska's murders are motivated primarily by self-preservation, as her lusus dying means she dies, too; meanwhile, Eridan's murders carry with them the survival of the entire species, as well as his friends specifically. Vriska's lusus is described as intensely demanding, and their relationship symbiotic (read: codependent); Eridan's is described (by proxy, via Cronus's lusus) as "stern and fatherly," with an implication that he's provides pretty much no emotional support whatsoever (which I expand upon here).

So, if Vriska's relationship problems are caused by the fact that she's so removed from her own feelings that she has no emotional effort to spare, then it stands to reason - and indeed seems to be the case - that Eridan's emotional problems are that he's far too emotional, and thus, going in too hard, and in too messy a direction, no matter who he's attempting to pursue. (Nepeta calls his flushed advances "cr33py and insincere," Kanaya finds his ashen advances "indecent," and Equius expresses feeling uncomfortable with his flirting.)

Indeed, Eridan strikes up flirting astonishingly quickly, as seen when he shares only a few words with Rose before asking if she wants to go pitch with him. There's several factors involved here.

The first is that his emotions run fever-hot at all times, to the point that he has difficulty parsing both their origins and their aims; if you asked him point-blank if he was really in love/hate with whomever he was flirting with, he would answer you with a firm "yes," even if it's obvious to everyone around him that he probably isn't.

The second is that he's desperately lonely, and likely sees a relationship as a form of alleviation from that loneliness, so he's over-eager to get into one. A romantic partner isn't supposed to leave you alone, after all, and we can see from Vriska accidentally ghosting him to mercy kill her lusus that he tends to assume people ignore him on purpose. Because he has anxiety. The boy just craves attention.

And finally, establishing a relationship, especially a pitch one, is tied up in his general problems regarding duty and obligation. Not only is there pressure from the empire to fill both concupiscent quadrants by adulthood, but Dualscar had a kismesis, so Eridan ought to have one, too. We see from the way he treats killing angels as a duty he has to undertake, the same as killing lusii, that he has great difficulty divorcing his current situation from the anxiety that motivates him to complete his work, so it's likely that he's still moving according to this feeling that he "has to" fill these quadrants or else Something Bad Will Happen.

And, with Vriska specifically, here's the thing - there's never a point where he genuinely describes hatred for her. The most we get is him using some colorful slurs to describe her to Kanaya, but he never goes into specifics, like "I hate her for X". So the question that all of this begs is, did Eridan ever hate Vriska at all?

And the answer is probably no. Personally, I don't think their kismesistude was ever really serious, nor did they ever actually hate each other. Both of them, feeling obligated by their bloodlines, entered into the kismesistude on the grounds that it was their duty, an obligation, and at some point, Vriska realized she wasn't really into it, and Eridan got the rejection through his thick, woeful skull. Their interaction in [S] Past Karkat: Wake up. pretty much says it all.

VRISKA: Hey. ERIDAN: hey VRISKA: So........ ERIDAN: wwhats up VRISKA: Nothing. VRISKA: Standing by the old horn pile I see. ERIDAN: yup VRISKA: Yeah........ VRISKA: Ok then. Carry on I guess. ERIDAN: god damn vvris wwhys it still got to be so flippin awwkwward like this come on ERIDAN: wwe used to havve a good thing goin remember our campaigns ERIDAN: that shit wwas epic wwhere are you evven goin to find a rivvalry like that VRISKA: It was fun, Eridan. While it lasted. VRISKA: 8ut it ran its course! I don't know what else to tell you. ERIDAN: oh as if im not so ovver it please spare me your disdain mindfang ERIDAN: im wworkin on findin a neww rivvalry wwhichll make ours look like a kiddie game ERIDAN: wwhich oh by the wway IT WWAS VRISKA: If you say so, Dualscar! 8est of luck with that. VRISKA: Too 8ad the luck's all mine now! Hahahaha.

To paraphrase:

-Awkward foot shuffling- ERIDAN: I really enjoyed what we had, when you paid attention to me. Are you sure you don't want to go back to that? VRISKA: I guess it was fun, but I'm not interested, like I've told you a bajillion times already. ERIDAN: Yeah, I know, I just figured I'd ask. ALSO I'M TOTALLY EMOTIONALLY FINE AND NOT SAD AT ALL BECAUSE SADNESS IS WEAKNESS AND I'M NOT WEAK, SEE? I CAN BANTER. I'M NORMAL ABOUT THIS. I'M TOTALLY OVER YOU. VRISKA: Hahaha. Yikes. Good luck, dude. Genuinely no hard feelings on my end.

And there really aren't hard feelings. Before the retcon, Vriska mentions on the ghost pirate ship that she wishes Eridan was there; post-retcon, she's the one who's willing to go to bat for him a little when she and Terezi are discussing who to bring back with their extra kernelsprites. Eridan is doing his usual thing of "well, I've accepted their rejection... but am open to them changing their minds, crazier things have happened" thing with her, but that DOES mean that he has accepted the rejection. (More about the way he handles rejection and flirting here.)

So pitch is toast for them; they've been there, done that, and probably never even hated each other in the first place. On the other quadrants:

The thing with pale is that it's about keeping each other calm. Given that Eridan seems to puff up whenever Vriska is involved - because, even if he never hated her, the fact that she could do the Highblood Thing more naturally than he could probably fuels his general insecurities about his inability to meet that ideal - I don't think it would be successful on that count alone. Even without that, I highly doubt Eridan would be capable of reining Vriska in, nor would he even particularly care to (and vice versa) - the two of them both struggle with empathy for other people.

Flushed is, hmmm... well, the thing is, both of them have been shown having flushed tastes of "nice" - Vriska's weird vascillatory thing with Tavros, and then her fond feelings for John, and Eridan's interest in an idealized version of Feferi. In fact, Karkat outright says he thinks Tavros is broken in such a way that he doesn't feel hatred for anybody, and Eridan says to Feferi that he thinks she's too nice to hate anybody; whether or not that's true, we can extrapolate that the two of them tend to be interested in people who are just really really nice. And unfortunately, the two of them are not particularly nice at all.

So personally, I think the best possible ending for these two is friendship. The incompatible aspects of their personalities - Eridan's desperate need for attention and emotional support, and Vriska's difficulty with providing it - wouldn't be a problem in a casual friendship, and they clearly hold each other in fairly positive regard. For their own sakes, I don't think they should be in too much contact - Eridan is painfully sincere and emotional even at his best, and Vriska is tough and badass even at her best, and I think she'd wind up hurting him, and he'd wind up exhausting her - but as, like, casual buddies that see a movie with each other or do extreme sports or something every so often? Not bad!

#homestuck #eridan ampora #vriska serket

[acescorazon]

Buggy x Mihawk x Crocodile prompt: Mihawk and Crocodile's bullying and beatings start taking a toll on Buggy, especially since he's somehow fallen irrevocably in love with both his "business partners". After a incident where Crocodile goes too far and Mihawk actually intervenes to stop him, Buggy falls fully into despair and decides to fully fall into the ocean to certain death. He waits until late at night and sneaks off to the docks. He falls in and expects the end but just as everything goes dark he sees a pair of golden eyes and hands reaching for him. When Buggy opens his eyes again he's very much alive, with Mihawk and Crocodile keeping vigil over him. Mihawk is mighty pissed and Crocodile is uncomfortable in his guilt. They figure things out eventually, messily and all.

Bestie if you didn't read this post, this is for you (as well as some of my other anons/ ppl who sent in requests ) LOL (it explains my shenanigans.)

ANYWAYS!!! Bby your idea...she's giving slow burn...she's giving...make it hurt...She's giving multi-chapter series realness. She deserves so much more than a one shot. She's a star who deserves to shine brightly...and i'm giving her what she deserves LOL. i don't have a title, so fuck it we ball, but consider this a prologue since it just really goes over Cross Guild's past briefly. So for anyone about to read,i'm not telling you how to live your life, but i'm juuuust saying you might want to have read up to like Ch 1082?

The sounds of canons being fired and screaming can be heard all over the island, and Buggy swears that he’s moments away from having a full blown panic attack. Why now? Why did they suddenly decide to abolish the warlord system? Buggy was just starting to enjoy his newfound power and, more importantly, protection. His men keep screaming at him, begging for him to do something because Buggy’s so strong and powerful, and mighty after all. He sailed the sea with Gol. D Rogers, Dark King Rayleigh, and a young Red Haired Shanks after all. He ‘led’ a prison escape after all. He ‘fought’ in the war after all… He’s the one who’s a former warlord of the sea after all…  Buggy must be a formidable foe, right? Buggy must be able to bring him and his men to victory, right? Buggy can take on some marines…right…?

Buggy watches in horror as a fleet of marines attack his battle ships, sinking them, as they gradually begin to encircle the entire island. Oh, they’re doomed. His men are still yelling at him, asking him questions that he can barely process at the moment because he can’t breathe let alone talk.

“Chairman Buggy, what are your orders, sir?!”

”Chairman Buggy, the marines just sank another one of our ships.”

“Captain Buggy, why are you just standing there?!”

“Chairman Buggy, do something!!”

“Captain!!!”

Buggy’s…Buggy’s got to go, like, right now. He can’t handle this. He doesn’t know what to do, this attack happened so fast… He swears the world government abolished the warlord system just this morning, and they already have marines on their ass. He needs off this island before it burns down and he turns to ash with it. He hopes and prays that he still has at least one good ship that he can escape on, and as for his men…

God, Buggy can’t do this. He can’t do this. The amount of men he controls has grown considerably after the war, and he can’t’ confidently say he can evacuate everyone on the island, not that he thinks anyone wants to leave in the first place. His kids are all dedicated and always willing to fight…(Buggy wishes he can say the same.)

Screw it, he’s calling for that evacuation order.

“Chairman Buggy, someone’s attacking the marines!” Someone’s attacking the marines…? Did Buggy have men out at sea that are now returning home and diligently attacking the marines now that they see the island is under attack? Does he have any allies who were conveniently on their way to visit, when they noticed the marines were attacking them? Is this just another group of pirates who noticed the marines and wanted to make a name for themselves, so they decided to attack them while they just so happened to be attacking Emptee Bluffs Island? Who are the heroes saving Buggy and his children?!

“Hey! It’s Crocodile!”

“Chairman Buggy, Crocodile is here to save us!!”

As soon as Buggy hears that name, his stomach drops. No, why? Why now? Why is this all happening to him now? There’s only one reason why Crocodile would be coming to Emptee Bluffs island, and Buggy…Buggy needs to leave. Forget his men, they’ll be fine, Buggy’s the one whose life is in grave danger. In all honesty, he’d rather be facing the Marines than have to deal with Crocodile’s wrath.

Buggy leaves the tent where he makes all his official announcements to his men, and his men watch him, confused, as he tries to make his escape. Some of them even mindlessly try to follow him, and Buggy doesn’t have the heart to tell the men following him to leave him alone because they’ll just bring unneeded attention to Buggy while he tries to flee. He makes it two, no, three steps out of the tent before he sees him, heading his way. “AHHH!”  Buggy screams at the top of his lungs, instantly, spinning back around on his heels and trying to push through a crowd of men, “Let me through! Let me through!!!” He orders them, trying to get back inside his tent and hide.

“Chairman…What’s wrong…it’s just Crocodile?”  

It is not just Crocodile. Do his men not realize how scary this man is? Do they not realize that their beloved Chairman and Captain is moments away from getting his ass beaten? Buggy forces himself through all the bodies in front of him and rushes back into the tent, but it’s too late.

“Running away, Buggy?” He hears a deep, intimidating voice call out from behind him. Ah, so it looks like this is the end of the road for Buggy, huh…? What does he do now, he doesn’t think he can out run Crocodile…

Beg for mercy?

Buggy slowly turns around, waving nervously at Crocodile, “Uh, hey!” He greets him, voice already shaking as he speaks. He’s going to scream, cry, and vomit, and all in that order. “I wasn’t running away… I was just, uh…” he trails off, unsure of what excuse he could possibly use in this situation because Crocodile saw him make a run for it with his own eyes. He notices belatedly that Crocodile has that other tall, slightly less intimidating but still extremely scary, fellow with him…Daz…? They all escaped prison together, didn’t they? And…There’s also…Mihawk? Why is Mihawk with him?

Crocodile’s cold voice brings Buggy crashing back down to reality, “Whatever. Where’s my money, clown?” Where’s his money…right…Right…the money that Buggy borrowed after the war, and most definitely has right now… That money…

(He’s lucky if he even has money for lunch.)  

Buggy forces a bright smile onto his face, “Y-your money?!” he repeats, trying to buy himself some more time while he figures out an excuse that’ll save his ass. “Well.. You see.. about that…” he’s just about to start babbling bullshit when Crocodile narrows his eyes at him, giving him the nastiest look. Oh! Okay! “Crocodile, please.” Buggy whines, “Look around, I have so many kids to feed…and… and It’s not exactly like business has been booming…and, and…I just lost my biggest money makers…and…”

Buggy’s never been one to admit his failures,  but this is a matter of life or death, and truth be told, Buggy’s delivery service hasn’t been doing too hot lately, but he just needs a little bit more time! He… He can fix everything, and get Crocodile his money back. “Please, just...Give me a month…” He begs, and Crocodile gives him that look again. Oh, okay! That’s obviously way too much time! “Three weeks, give me three weeks and I’ll have all your money… plus interest…”

Truth be told there’s no way in hell he’d ever be able to repay Crocodile the amount of money he owes him in that amount of time, and he sure wouldn’t be able to pay him interest on top of everything, but he… he just needs an excuse. If Crocodile believes him, then… Then as soon as he gets the chance, he’ll pack up and leave. He’ll dye his hair and change his name, and…

Crocodile scowls at him, “You’re saying you don’t have my money?” Well, no…but, yes… but, no he’s definitely not saying anything like that…what… what he is saying is that he’s broke right now, and just needs a little bit more time… “That’s fine.” Crocodile tells him, despite still having a terrifying look on his face, and there’s a moment where Buggy’s filled with hope.  Is...is his life saved? “I can just sell you.” Crocodile says the words, ‘I can just sell you.’ nonchalantly, and like Buggy isn't human, like…like he’s nothing more but an object, and like his life has no meaning to it. God, what did Buggy get himself into?

“Hey…Hey…Croccy, baby…Hey!” Buggy raises his hands up. Is it hot in here? Is Buggy the only one sweating right now? “We’re friends…remember? We escaped Impel down together remember?!” he stammers, trying to remind Crocodile of all the good times they shared together like….when they… well, uh, there was that one time where they… and then there was that other time when they… Oof.

Buggy is the one using his powers to make himself look ten times bigger than he should actually be right now, but for some reason, he still feels so small especially as he picks up the not so subtle shifts in Crocodile’s expression. He goes from slightly irked, to fully annoyed, to looking like he’s moments away from ripping Buggy to shreds.  “Oh, I remember, but I need my money now. I’m starting a new company and I need that money, clown.” Crocodile announces, and Buggy’s not sure how much longer he has before Crocodile snaps and beats him within an inch of his life. “If you can’t pay me back now, you need to make up for the money you’ve borrowed in other ways. Understand?”

Buggy swallows hard. God, what now? What does he say now? He considers making a run for it again, when all of a sudden an idea forms in his gigantic brain, “Oh!” He exclaims, “I know! I know! I can be your errand boy, or something,” he suggests, “I can work off my debt to you!” Crocodile’s cold, harden expression remains on his face, until Buggy casually stammers out:

“I…I have men who can give your new company the flashiest debut possible! My men can do it all: printing, design, advertisement, you name it…Just please don’t kill me!”

…

Somehow Buggy survives his encounter with both The Marines and Crocodile…Don’t ask him how, he’s always had the stupidest of luck. It doesn’t matter though, as soon as Buggy gets the okay from Crocodile, he’s looking for the best choice among all his men to design a flyer for their, well, Crocodile and Mihawk’s new company; Cross guild, hm, it’s got sort of a ring to it.

Buggy finds a few of his men and orders them to design and distribute a flyer for Cross Guild, and tells them to make it look flashy…because if it’s not, Buggy can kiss his life and or freedom goodbye.

Okay, that should keep Crocodile off his ass for a couple of days, right…? It’ll take his men a few days to design a breath taking flyer and then distribute it, and then Crocodile will see that Buggy’s actually a really useful guy after all!

That’s how Buggy thought things would go at least.

Buggy’s most devoted followers make a flyer for Cross Guild in a day and a half, taking pride in the fact that they didn’t stop for a break even once during the process, and the results are: Terrifying. As soon as he sees the poster, Buggy knows that he’s doomed and that what little chance he had at surviving and living a somewhat decent life was gone. It’s not like the flyer is poorly designed…it’s just… Buggy’s face is sort of… for lack of better terms... his men made it so that Buggy was in the center of attention while the other two look like an after thought, and that’s…that’s not what he wanted.

Buggy’s just an errand boy!

As soon as he sees Cross Guild’s debut flyer, Buggy feels violently ill again, like he’s going to throw up his breakfast, and he quickly orders his men to redesign the flyer so that Buggy doesn’t get killed, but they...

“Oh, we already distributed it.”

Okay, don’t panic. Don’t panic, maybe there’s time to fix this..or at least run away before Crocodile and Mihawk see the flyer. Buggy exhales a shaky breath, trying to figure out what he’s going to do about this whole flyer situation. Is...is there any way to just…just, make all the flyers go away? No? It doesn’t work like that?

Fuck.

[Next Part]

#one piece #cross guild #asks #my writing #i aint tagging shit #cw: crocodile #LMAO #Also ily pookie this whole series will be on tumblr for you #and if nobody likes it but us at least we have each other #changes

[jeffgerstmann]

So apparently AEW pays well and that's bad?

I know a couple of current WWE folks who definitely got better contracts simply because AEW existed and, thus, created a world where people might jump ship and go somewhere else.

But yeah, I don't know, people are fuckin' crazy. That said, with all of the recent free agent talk going around and that article that is all "WWE needs to look in the mirror about why they keep losing free agents to AEW," I think that's a little off the mark.

Like, yes, in a theoretical, big-picture kind of way the WWE should probably ask themselves why people would want to work anywhere else. And they can chalk it up to "well, we've had some negative press lately" or "this person just didn't want to work as many dates" or whatever. Each case will be different. But I think in the three recent cases cited, there are very real life reasons why none of those three would go with WWE. It's great that the offer from AEW was better and, honestly, I think those signees will easily find more success in AEW than they would in WWE.

Like let's not kid ourselves here: WWE could have offered Okada a fuckton of money, but would he actually make a meaningful mark in the WWE? He'd come in, the announcers would have to spend a ton of time educating the audience on why he matters because most of their audience doesn't watch anything else, and he'd probably just end up being the next foreign heel. The types of great matches he had in NJPW aren't really the kinds of things that WWE is looking for or especially needs more of. They'd probably rush him into a main event program for three months or so and then do something embarrassing with him. He'd be tagging with Nakamura in a team with a vaguely racist-sounding name or something shitty like that. He'd be another amazing performer in search of a meaningful storyline and the WWE's midcard is fucking stuffed full of guys like that right now. He'd be losing to Karrion Kross by Survivor Series.

Tack on the notion that WWE's business is doing really well and they're selling tickets everywhere they go and inventing new, more evil forms of revenue all the time and it's easy to see that WWE doesn't need Okada. They need to be making sure that they have a fresh crop of young talent ready to take over when the current headliners fall off or move on. At 36, Okada isn't quite that guy.

However, Okada is a great fit for AEW and its audience. Too good, actually. I mean I don't think he'll be a "needle mover" on the ratings because anyone in this country who knows who Okada even is already watches AEW. They're super-serving their audience. They're "building golden toilets" for their fanbase. As someone who really likes that shit, I'm stoked. But the weirdo ratings nuts online who live and die by television ratings are melting down over "is Okada a draw or not" or something. And I think it'd probably be obvious to anyone who really sat down and thought about it that Okada wasn't ever going to drag in a whole new American audience.

I'd say mostly the same thing about Ospreay. He'd become the leader of the Catch Wrestling Crew or whatever the fuck they're called now.

The other thing I'd say is that, over time, a better program will probably attract a larger audience. So AEW's programming is better by way of these new signings. They're great performers and I think they both have the ability to be super big in the US for years to come, provided they're working somewhere that plays to their strengths.

Bringing Sasha Banks over to AEW has a chance to bring in new audience since she had a level of fame here in the States already and, hey, maybe fans of hers weren't already watching AEW. It's possible! Punk did it, right? We'll see. That might immediately make her more valuable than Ospreay and Okada. That said, there are already a ton of women that I'd love to see more of on AEW TV, so inserting another star at the top of that division kinda rubs me the wrong way.

Either way, I think these three specific cases are, well, specific enough that trying to use this to claim that WWE is "losing out" on this free agency stuff is probably wrong. They know how much they're willing to spend on an individual talent, they've been at this long enough to have a pretty good idea how some of these people are likely to monetize once they get there, and they're simply not going to overspend on any talent anymore because they're really focused on trying to bring in new talent and raise them up through their system. For all we know, AEW overspent on all three.

But they aren't spending my money, so fuck it! It's awesome! I only get mad when the people I want to see are locked behind the ROH paywall. Like Athena! Put her on real TV, she's fantastic! What the fuck!

#wrestling

[fuck-customers]

My workplace isn't doing a good job convincing me not to jump ship and look for a different job after coming back from vacation. Especially today.

So our new manager started working with us (the deli department) this week. She doesn't have any experience in deli as her previous departments were produce and bakery. Not a big deal. She's learning the ropes, I get that. But that should mean she knows the basics of cleaning a department, such as sweeping, mopping, and washing dishes.

So tell me why she did fuck all to help me close deli when she sent my coworker home early??!!

My coworker cut herself and is on blood thinners. This meant the cut wouldn't stop bleeding even after treatment. And since that's a biohazard she couldn't go back to work. Again, my new manager made the right call. I'm not faulting her for that.

But when I'm the only one in this goddamn department who knows how to clean the goddamn slicers (besides my coworker closing cafe, but he was busy with his part of the department), why the FUCK wouldn't you help me out so I dont potentially lose my shit??! Especially when we were getting slammed with customers??? So I'm forced to help them instead of cleaning the turkey slicer??!!

She even said the best she could do would keep on counter when I asked her if she knew how to clean a slicer. SO WHY DID SHE BASICALLY STAND THERE DOING NOTHING WHILE I WAS STRUGGLING WITH CUSTOMERS??!!! EVEN IF SHE DIDNT KNOW WHERE EVERYTHING WAS, I COULD STILL DIRECT HER WHERE IT ALL WAS ITS NOT LIKE I DONT ALREADY DO THAT WITH MY OTHER COWORKER HALF OF THE TIME

Even if she couldn't handle counter, she could've at least swept the department and maybe even mopped. But instead she was focused on getting shit off the main floor since it was being waxed tonight. Which I even brought up when she started dragging stuff behind the counter, but she just brushed it off.

And before anyone comes at me with "well managers have their own stuff to do it makes sense that she couldn't help you," my previous manager wouldn't have left me struggling like this. She would've jumped on helping me close deli by either cleaning the slicer, cleaning dishes, or jumping on counter after sending my coworker home. Even if she was busy with her own manager stuff, she would've made sure I was caught up first before going off to do something else.

It was a miracle we even got out at a decent time, mostly because the cafe closer was a champ and helped me out instead of punching out once he was done. But fucking Christ we had to cut so many goddamn corners. I'm sure I'll get bitched at tomorrow by morning crew. I don't give a fuck at this point.

For real, I was seriously considering putting in my 2 weeks right then and there. Because fuck you you don't get to act friendly with me and not help me out at least a little bit, especially when I was legit struggling and almost had a mental breakdown. I wanted to give this manager a chance, I really did. But if this becomes a pattern, I'm fucking jumping ship I don't care anymore.

Posted by admin Rodney.

[smokingtiger]

WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT DELUSIONAL SHIPPERS/SOLOS (AGAIN)

Hello again, it's me! I know you guys haven't (properly) heard from me in a while and I want to say that I've been incredibly busy and will probably continue to be busy until I know what my schedule looks like come January. But anyways, enough about me, I just wanted to say that I have come across DEEPLY DISTURBING rhetoric spread about Jimin as of late and I wanted to bring it to your attention!

It seems that during this solo era, many solos on every platform have increasingly grown, whether it be in number or in appearance. Now although I don't really understand being a solo stan, as long as the person is not outwardly calling for BTS' disbandment, hating on any particular member, or spreading rumors that are not true -- I have little to find an issue with. But I will say that during this band 'hiatus' and solo journey, the amount of hysteria surrounding certain members has gotten crazy -- ESPECIALLY IN THE SHIP SPACE.

Once again, the target seems to be Jimin. I swear this boy is too sweet for this ugly world...

Anyways, once again I'm going to be talking about delusional taekookers/taekooker solos -- and once again, may I remind you that when I refer to 'delusional' shippers, I am not talking about people who find taekook cute, people who ship taekook, or people who have their suspicions/theories, I'm talking about the people who put on a tinfoil hat every day and spew lies in an attempt to pass them off a truth. People who try to make a meal meant for twenty off of nothing but crumbs. Theories are theories, but they are NOT the truth. They should never be promoted as such, nor worded in a way to encourage people to wholeheartedly believe in them.

Enlistment "Drama"

What I find to be the worst part about this entire debacle is that people cannot just let Bangtan be -- everything has to be about a ship, everything has to be about this or that. This is an incredibly difficult process that every Korean man is subjected to -- and not by choice. The fact that Jimin and Jungkook can go together at all is a MIRACLE, especially since the companion system runs on a lottery-type system. We should be celebrating that they have someone familiar to cling to during this major life change. Anyone who claims 'fanservice' seriously needs to get the fuck out. This is REAL LIFE. Get a fucking grip. Now let's think logically for two seconds... why on earth would Jungkook and Jimin subject themselves to supposed 'fanservice' for eighteen months when

them being selected for the companion system was not even a guarantee (no exceptions, no favoritism from the SK government)

they'll be completely isolated from the outside world for eighteen months, therefore having no reason to 'show off'

deliberately selecting one of the more strenuous units when they could've done something less taxing

being upset that the press released the information regarding their enlistment/location, among other things

Being exposed as queer in the South Korean military is NOT a benefit; it actually can serve as a social detriment

Instead of thinking about this through the lens of shipping, why don't we look at this from the view that, maybe, JUST MAYBE, the two of them have been very close/good friends for over a decade and decided that this was the best approach moving forward? People started talking about how their company was forcing taekook apart all for fanservice and that they were sending Jungkook in with a 'mentally ill person'. These people even tried to report Jimin to the fucking military ministry. If Taehyung wanted to apply with Jungkook through the buddy system, he could've. But he didn't. That doesn't prove nor disprove any ship. It just means they were making decisions they thought was best for them because... the military is no fucking joke. They are the PROPERTY OF THE SOUTH KOREAN STATE. Let me repeat: THEY ARE PROPERTY. OF THE. SOUTH KOREAN. STATE. Trying to avoid this results in PRISON TIME.

This isn't some quirky summer camp... and the fact that toxic shippers and solos are making this into a fucking circus... it's just disgusting.

Do you really fucking think that Taehyung OR Jungkook approve and cosign that type of behavior towards one of their closest friends? Do you really think that?

Just take a look at this conversation. This is beyond ship wars... these people need to get some serious help. A ship like this should NEVER drive you to this much resentment and trauma.

Also, let us take into account that Jimin is very close friends with Taemin from SHINee. Taemin suffered from harassment (reportedly in the showers) while he was in the military. Given their similar personas (a very fluid presentation), perhaps Jimin felt that having a friend could help prevent him from experiencing that same type of harassment from other people. Perhaps Jungkook also had anxieties regarding that and also sought Jimin for a type of protection as well.

Why are you making this poor boy your personal punching bag? The fact that some shippers think that they know Jimin/Jungkook better than they know themselves... They had to personally file for this, and select where they wanted to go. There was no manipulation from higher-ups, Jungkook is not being TORTURED by going with Jimin. Also, I'm sure Taehyung is just as heartbroken to be separated from Jimin (may I remind you, is his BEST FRIEND), Jungkook, and Namjoon. These boys are his family.

These people are lost causes, they obviously have lost their grip on reality entirely. Also, the fact that solos are sending BUSES to the training camps after the boys got on their knees to BEG people not to come. These people are not fans, they are sasaengs with little regard for human emotion.

If your obsession with RPS has gotten this bad, go to fucking therapy. Get off the fucking internet. Unstan BTS and the boys entirely. This is not okay, this is plain insanity.

Also, if you guys are looking for something to laugh at during all of this, here's an ARMY who turned a video of a toxic tkkr/jimin anti crying over the enlistment process into a Jimin edit.

TRIGGER WARNING: FLASHING !!

The jimin anti/toxic tkkr deactivated, but I did get a screenshot of what they said over the crying video.

until next time.

#JIMIN #JUNGKOOK #TAEHYUNG #NAMJOON #JIKOOK #KOOKMIN #TAEKOOK #VKOOK #BTS #BANGTAN #Literally it's just a shit storm #can you people be normal #for two fucking seconds #v #rm #jimin literally is such a sweetheart he does not deserves all of this hatred #namjoon is not even mentioned in all of this #god #maybe thats a good thing #may they be safe

[obsessedaizawa]

◤ albert wesker; 3AM thoughts pt. 1? ◥

✠ ━━━━━━━━┓ ✠ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ ✠ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ ✠ ✦ This man would throw me against the wall without a second thought. I could just breathe in the same direction as him and I would IMMEDIATELY be snapped in half like a stick. Anddd yet I still want him- To be honest we ALL want this infected, delusional, sick fuck of a MAN. God he makes me go crazy. In a good way though I can promise you that. ✦ I wonder how he would feel about the thirsty editors that makes edits of him? (Myself included in that~) I mean he is literally all over my feed on TikTok. AND I still get recommended super old AMVS of him on YouTube. The veteran editors did it first TBH. (I started editing AMVS on YouTube back in 2016?) Though those edits on TikTok are so fucking hot I swear to GOD! Props to all of you that can do those~ ✦ Does he have other outfits that he doesn’t show us? Like besides the ones in the games? Do the developers just doodle outfits for him that WILL never get into the game? DO they ship him with anyone? I gotta know! ✦ Why did they kill him off? Like for real. You ain’t gonna beat Whiskey~ No matter how hard you try. TBH the only reason his bitch ass was killed in the first place was because of the sake of “HEROISM.” You can’t convince me otherwise. ✦ I wonder what kind of partner Wesker would even like? Obviously smart. If your a dumbass then bye :D TBH I would say a driven person. Goal driven? I doubt he would want someone that is lazy with no motive. Especially since he is a workaholic anyways~ I don’t think he would like a clingy person whatsoever. Like he has shit to do, he doesn’t need your needy ass. Maybe because he is busy all the time he would feel lonely sometimes and crave a partner. Someone who believes in his ideals? IDK- ✦ I feel like he is a person who likes strong beverages like whiskey and rum. Likes wine too I believe. I feel like he isn’t a sweets person but will partake in lemon cake? That shit is good so I don’t blame him if he does. Lastly I feel like his music choice is either classical or a mix of early 2000s rock. ✠  ━━━━━━━━┓ ✠ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ ✠ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ ✠

- yours truly

- obsessedaizawa

#albert wesker #albert wesker headcanons #resident evil 5 #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker x you #albert wesker thoughts #re wesker #resident evil wesker #stars wesker #wesker x you

[isekai-crow]

Cherry Magic Ep 3

I thought we were gonna get the partner for Masato in episode 3, but we got him in episode 4. INSTEAD HOWEVER, in episode 3 we got some other fun characters!!

ONE OF THEM BEING VOICED BY FUCKING YUUSUKE SHIRAI!!!!

Was not expecting his high pitched whiney voice to appear OUT OF A CHARACTER LIKE THIS but also I really SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SURPRISED. HE'S A STAPLE IN BL ANIME AND AUDIO DRAMAS. High pitched whiney is a compliment by the way because its CUTE and made Capybara have conniptions while listening cause this is his favorite VA, and also DAMN THIS DUDE HAS RANGE.

GO listen to the character Ramuda's voice from HypMic and you'll see what I'm talking about. His other characters are friggen Sasaki from Sasaki and Miyano, Nikaido from Idolish7, Usui Masumi from A3!, and basically this man can SING and has RANGE and is bread and butter in the anime idol boy world.

So yea, Shirai, Yuusuke plays the annoying kouhai Yuuta Rokkaku, whose only purpose is to make Kurosawa jealous of Adachi spending time with someone and make Adachi jealous of Kurosawa's 'perfection' when Kurosawa starts showing off trying to get his attention away from Rokkaku. I also hope he becomes a Shipper On Deck with the other new character, Nozomi Fujisaki!

Koshimizu, Ami is the voice of Fujisaki sempai, who is so far just a stereotypical Japanese office lady, but having seen her in the opening we know that she is the CAPTAIN of this Ship, All Hands On Deck, and has fucking Acrylic Stands of these two that she's absolutely gonna make kiss like barbie dolls.

She also voices fricken Ryuuko fro Kill La Kill, Kallen Stadtfield from Code Geass, Sailor Jupiter from Sailer Moon Crystal, and a TON of other big name female characters!! Delightful.

LMAO if this isn't the first thing that pops up in episode 3!! I'VE TAKEN THIS MEDICINE BEFORE. It's OTC anti-hangover meds THAT FUCKING WORK. They're also really good for dealing with certain IBS symptoms. OTC Meds in Japan are Great. (*w*)b

Episode 3 is the Karaoke Episode, standard Japanese business life going drinking with your superiors to "improve moral" (This shit sucks, and I only had to deal with it the first 3 years I lived here. Bosses don't know what boundaries are, don't even know the word).

There's tons of funny faces. This episode was having so much fun.

Poor Kurosawa fails at impressing his love interest with Karaoke cause the man is too upset by how perfect he is. WHY DOES HE HAVE TO BE GOOD AT EVERYTHING. I'm waiting for the moment when that perfection is peeled back to show the person underneath.

Adachi tries to rescue his female co-worker whose being catcalled / harrased by drunk dudes not even from their company, only to get rescued himself.

Fujisaki is all of us. She knows EXACTLY WHAT'S GOING ON. Even if Adachi doesn't lmao. She doesn't need to read minds. She's got Fujoshi-Senses.

Adachi is also not subtle at ALL ABOUT TOUCHING?????? But he's also NEVER successful???????? MY BOY. THINK. USE THAT SINGULAR BRAIN CELL TO FIND A BETTER WAY.

I guess Adachi like Rokkoku enough to go to a Sauna with him? And Kurosawa is of course tags along because he gets to see Adachi naked.

This is also SUCH a Japanese thing. Someone's hobby is always something boring like "listening to music" or "watching movies" or "drinking socially" which aren't REAL hobbies, OR IT'S WEIRD RANDOM STUFF LIKE GOING TO A SAUNA.

OH LOOK HIS NIPPLES ARE GROWN IN. (This is a running joke between me and Capybara about whether a character is an adult or not)

Bless this poor simping man. Some day. Just you wait.

STEAM CONDUCTS THOUGHTS!!!!! Poor Adachi clutching his towel and running like the fair maiden heart he is after seeing all of Kuroswa's fantasies.

So capybara and my theory is that it's BODY heat that transfers the thoughts, otherwise it wouldn't work through clothing. (What happens if we get an Adachi or Kurosawa with hypothermia? Sick Fic anyone?)

But also this is the kind of stuff I feel bad for Kurosawa about. He's allowed to have fantasies damnit! They shouldn't be held against him! Unless he does something to Adachi that he doesn't want or consent to LET THE MAN LIVE DAMNIT.

But also poor Adachi for having to experience that anyways haha.

We get a rare moment here of hearing Kurosawa's inner thoughts (mostly self pity about the situation his heart has gotten him into), and it's NOT filtered through Adachi for once! So it humanizes him a bit more (not that he wasn't human before? But like people idolize him rather than villanize him... I don't know the word I'm looking for... endears us to him?) and we get to see his thoughts on the situation, the damage that's been done from being basically a "Gifted Kid" in more ways than one, fucking SA'd by a CEO Lady and also WHY he likes Adachi and damn, it took someone seeing him as something less then Ken Doll Perfect for once in his life to fall for someone of the same sex. It's definitely more than that, but like. That's so story book sweet and a little sad type romantic. I love it.

It took one man giving him a Dom Face to awaken the Inner Sub in him, and his heart was stolen, lmao. (I think this might be Capybara projecting and wanting someone to look at HIM like that tho >w>) (im gonna get murdered for that)

I hope they continue to play with tropes and don't follow the standard "One of these MALE characters is just a stand in for a FEMALE, so one is the seme/top and one is the uke/bottom and they NEVER switch."

God I hope they switch. And/Or Adachi makes the first real move. Or like, Pins / Kabe-Don's Kurosawa to the wall. That would make me so happy.

CAREFUL ADACHI. HE'S ON TO YOU. HE'S STARTING TO SUSPECT YOU'RE USING WITCH CRAFT ON HIM.

also AHHHH THIS IS SO CUTE. Kurosawa is adorable and so in love and so worried, and it's fairly realistic! I can't wait for more.

#anime winter 2024 #cherry maho #cherry magic #チェリまほ #adachi kiyoshi #kurosawa yuichi #shirai yusuke #bl anime #yaoi #yaoi anime

[samarecharm]

Okay everything under the cut is like, something ive (mostly) already had saved in a draft but was too punkass to post but

TL;DR: Akira forms a palace 12-18 months after the events of the base p5 game and it manifests through the anger (fear) of being left behind/tossed aside once his usefulness of being a leader was up. it is incredibly self indulgent, and it is comprised of a ton of hcs ive never really talked about on this blog so some things may feel a bit ooc, but like on god if i actually made a fucking fic it would make more sense 😭

The timeline of events is: base p5 game ->back home after probation -> [akira] spends the summer and third year alone -> palace develops sometime during the end of third year-> thieves infiltrate and clear palace during the beginning of summer -> boy time :) -> spend rest of summer following the plot of p5s. Once i actually play strikers i think that will be the motivation needed to start writing a draft for this fic.  (also good lord i transferred this from my google docs on mobile to desktop and theres so many words 😭 )

Ive wanted to make an actual ‘Akira has a Palace!au’ but it feels like. Nearly impossible to try and do so while making it seem realistic (read: in-character and not horrifically ooc), so i simply have not put it down on paper. But within the last year its morphed into something im Okay with and happy to daydream about :)

it hinges on existing hcs i already have for him. The ability to have a palace is dictated by a noticeable degradation in his personality; post game (ignoring royal) has him left alone back home but more importantly, without purpose (in his eyes). From punching some deadbeat and having that lead to gaining a family, saving japan (shido), saving the world (yaldabaoth), only to lose everything he gained in the blink of an eye is just so jarring to him. Existing in the real world does not even compare to being Joker;  the finesse and grandeur is simply an aspect of himself he feels he'll never tap into again. There was something comforting about being able to have a separate persona crafted for the metaverse and hes not sure hell be able to tap into it in the real world. On top of that, with how busy everyone is post game (graduating/college applications), while Akira acknowledges that the thieves, his family, are trying really hard to continue on with their lives, he is bitter that they get to do that together without him. 

It initially manifests as him simply tinkering about (another hc) to keep his head busy and buzzing, but as he does his own college process, he is more acutely aware of how he is doing this Alone. His entire problem is that being removed from his family has amplified some deep, deep insecurities that hes had way before he got shipped off to tokyo. Its why he is loyal to a fault, its why he demands loyalty in return; all he has to offer is his body. Literally. He promises safety and leadership and in order to accomplish this, he will give his body up again and again; in the metaverse and in real life. If you peel back the layers of his personality, you see someone who has a deeply ingrained sense of justice, and someone who clings to that desperately bc the one thing he feels like he has to do (to have any impact on the world and the people he encounters) is to stand up for and defend people who need defending. If he doesnt have that, what Can he do?

So the combination of being left alone again (sent back home), having a Not Positive relationship with his parents/caretakers, having to do stressful/difficult things alone again after getting comfortable having a team to help with tasks, no longer having the power granted by the metaverse to feel strong, and no longer having the power of the metaverse to allow him to directly impact peoples lives starts to wear him down. HONESTLY it would be over a year before anyone saw the metaverse app appear on their phone again; Akira would be bitter but he would not suddenly spiral out of control months after he goes back home. His friends still call and video chat with him and even ryuji and ann visit a couple of times, but it would be months and months of radio silence before it would sit heavy in his heart that maybe they Didnt want to be bother with him, esp if he had no way to actually be Useful to them. It would sound outlandish to him as hes laughing in a group call w everyone a month after he comes back home, but its alot more plausible when people are simply dubbing his calls. 

The whole point of this is that Akiras palace is created from the insecurities in his heart, amplified to a thousand, and so the theme of his palace would be something akin to neglect and Wanting To Have His Family With Him Again. But he is also someone who has an obsession with the bonds he has, and NEEDS to have people who will have a borderline unhealthy relationship with him; if he is willing to die for someone, that someone needs to Also be willing to die for him. He would not Want them to actually die for him (he LITERALLY would die for them before they could do such a thing) but it is the trust in him that he needs above all else. And this is not a GOOD thing! This is kind of bad maybe !!!! It manifested as something good while they were fighting rulers, but now that theres no one to fight, no treasures to steal, its eating him alive. Theres a phase in his boss fight that has his shadow casting Charm/Brainwash on random teammates bc at his core, this is what he misses; his team! And if they wont willingly come back to him, he will Make them come back to him. Thats !!!!! NOT Good !!!!!!!! At all !!!

His palace is the culmination of his internalized beliefs about the world around him, how his role fits into all of this- his true ‘purpose’- and how becoming misguided in life leaves him truly directionless in the worst way possible. His will is as strong as ever, but its been refracted through a dark and muddled lens. He Wants, and he Wants so bad that its warping his desires and his ability to think rationally. The destruction of his palace is more or a less a rebirth of sorts, and it marks the beginning of the thieves real relationship with him and amongst each other. Akira is no longer a Leader, hes just… Akira. And when u just have Akira, does that alter the relationship you have with him? (The answer is yes, and its for the better!!)

The confrontation w the thieves (and subsequently, the confrontation with his own insecurities) is followed up by a necessary respite, where they all take the time to reconnect. Makoto and Haru are in college!! Ann and Yusuke are doing well in their respective budding careers, Ryuji is Ryuji :) ( i am joking; in this au, he is looking into doing personal trainer stuff, and trying to work up the courage to do track stuff again by doing marathons), and Futaba is still a menace (affectionate). AND! After they split up (PROMISING to meet up soon!), Akira answers the door two days later to Ryuji standing there w a suitcase and Makoto waving goodbye to the two of them 

From here on, when the plot of strikers happens (directly after this entire mess and maybe a week or two into ryujis stay), Akira is the leader he loves to be, but the burden of responsibility no longer weighs heavy on his shoulders. They are a team; always have been and always will be, only now, they wont settle for an ‘its okay’ when everything about Akira clearly says otherwise. Theyre a team, and Akira will realize that they are more than capable, but more importantly, more than willing to step up when hes unable to do so himself.

#persona 5 #akira #palace au #this is so much please read at ur own risk 😭 #i am v passionate about this if u have questions i Will answer them #also it is not really mentioned but pegoryu is implied #and maybe this is also a get together fic ....

[mykingdomforasong]

skysolo + FWB + “will you be good for me?”

[prompt list]

One of these days, Luke thought as his back was pressed into the lumpy old mattress of the Falcon's captain's quarters, he was going to insist they sprung for a hotel room.

He couldn't get the words out now though, with Han's mouth already on his, one hand holding him up over Luke as the other skipped the shirt and went right for the closure of his pants. He hadn't even gotten his boots off yet.

Luke should have expected something quick and messy when Han had comm'd an immature "u up?" When Luke messaged back "yeah" (it was the afternoon on Yavin, why wouldn't he be?) Han let him know he was only minutes away in the hyperspace lane. They'd taken off again just about as quick as they'd landed. Han had some business on one of the core worlds, but he had to pass by Luke's way. Figured he'd pick up some company.

They had hours to kill now before they arrived, and Luke wasn't sure exactly when Han would bring him back.

Han flipped them over. With Luke now on his hands and knees over Han, Han was able to finally get his pants open and pushed down over the curve of his ass. The air on the ship was a little cold on his bare skin, but Han's hands were warm, and they quickly pressed into the soft, bare flesh of his ass. Luke pressed their mouths together again, blindly tugging at the hem of Han's shirt, untucking it from his pants.

Once Han felt Luke's hands on the bare skin of his chest, he broke the kiss and breathed out a desperate, "C'mon baby, touch me."

Luke smirked. He knew from the comm that Han was horny, knew from the second the Falcon landed he was itching for it, and knew by the time his back hit the bed that Han was rock hard.

"You haven't touched me yet," Luke said. Through half-open eyes, he could see Han frown, before reaching a hand around to his half-hard dick and stroking it gently. Luke bit his own tongue to hold back a whimper, not ready to give Han that satisfaction.

Han leaned up to kiss him again. Luke leaned in to it, but he didn't move his hands.

"I wanna fuck you real bad, baby," Han confessed. "Been thinking about it all day."

Luke almost laughed. He didn't doubt that Han had been thinking about fucking all day, but he doubted his thoughts were actually on Luke. Ever since he'd first bent Han over a table after the Battle of Yavin seven years ago, they'd always been an outlet (or an inlet) for each other when tensions got high. Nothing more than that. If Luke had to bet, Han's thoughts were on some holoporn star who was also maybe blonde.

It didn't bother Luke. His focus on a new Jedi training school meant he hadn't know the pleasure of anyone but his own hand recently. And anyway, he'd never really been one for romantic relationships. Han couldn't get one to work either, so they routinely sought each other out. They were ideal for each other in those ways.

Luke moved his hands up further under Han's shirt, running fingers over his nipples, something he knew did absolutely nothing for Han. Han rolled his eyes.

"Aren't you going to be good for me?" Han asked. Han liked to imagine himself as a brat tamer, and even though he'd succeeded in tying Luke up and getting him to a proper, pleasurable submissive headspace on more than one extra fun occasion, he'd never succeeded at breaking Luke's bratty attitude.

"Am I ever?" Luke asked before kissing him again.

Han grabbed Luke's ass, pulling him down a little as he thrust up. The rub of his pants dragging across Luke's hard cock. It wasn't particularly pleasurable, but it did make Luke long for more.

Luke rolled over, and Han followed, pinning him under him. Luke pushed back, rolling but only onto his side, before Han pushed him back down. Luke wrapped his legs around Han's hips, not sure if he was going to use the position for momentum to flip again, or to encourage Han to shut up and fuck him.

"You're always good, baby." Han sat back on his heels, forcing Luke to drop his legs. Han pulled off Luke's boots, then started to work at his pants. "Just wish you'd behave."

Luke almost laughed at the idea, but the sound died in his throat as Han undid his pants. It wasn't a remarkable cock, as cocks go, average in just about every way. But Han knew how to use it. Luke reached a hand between his own legs and started to touch himself at just the sight of it, waves of anticipation and pleasure building low in his pelvis just at the memory of its familiar pulse inside him.

"Well, what would you like. me to do, Captain?" That was a much rarer nickname between them compared to Han's signature baby. It turned Han's cheeks pink, but he tried to hide it with a steady command.

"Take off your shirt, then roll over."

Luke did as he was told, watching as Han fully undressed himself next to him. He watched Han slip a condom on as he got onto his hands and knees Han ran a hand up his back, and Luke leaned down to press his face into the mattress, resting his forehead in his arms.

Luke thought Han would start fucking him fast and rough with how wound up he was, and Luke wouldn't have minded. They'd done it like that dozens of times by now. But instead, Han decided to take his time fingering Luke. He seemed to enjoy the hot tightness of Luke on his fingers, the way it was always enough to bring Luke right to the edge, until Luke was begging "wait, stop, I'll cum!" but never actually did.

The bastard wants me as ready to bust as he is, Luke realized. It was working though.

"Han --" Luke said.

"Tell me what you want," Han said.

"You're the one who came all this way just to get me," Luke said. "You can do whatever you want."

Han pressed a kiss to Luke's lower back, before gripping his thighs tight and pressing in, his cock warm enough that Luke barely noticed the cold of the lube.

This time, Luke couldn't help it. He moaned on Han's cock. Hardly half an hour had passed since he'd gotten Han's first comm; when it arrived, sex had been far from his mind. Now he was begging to be fucked, whimpering on Han Solo's cock. It would have been embarrassing if he wasn't enjoying himself so much.

Luke reached a hand around and gripped onto Han's thigh, holding him close even as Han pulled his hips back to thrust again.

"Touch yourself," Han told him. Luke didn't need to be told twice.

They hardly ever talked once they really started fucking. Sometimes Han would pull out some dirty talk, but Luke mostly just offered a string of moans, yelps, and yes's in return. Talking dirty took thought, and he didn't want to distract any of his thoughts from the slow drag of Han inside him.

Han only lasted for a few minutes, cumming with a grunt and without warning, his hips pressed up against Luke's as he finished. Luke couldn't judge him though, because once he felt the erotic pulse of Han's dick, he came too. Once he started, he realized they'd forgotten to put a towel down. He did his best to catch his spend in his hand, but he left a few stains behind anyway. There were plenty of stains already though, most of them his. One day, he'd inside Han buy new bedding.

#skysolo #luke skywalker #han solo #my writing #n/sfw

[mdhwrites]

I saw you on Twitter ask why Hexside was part of the story, and I remember that the school element was something forced on Dana by Disney that she had to work with, which is why it loses relevance come S2.

I'm going to be blunt: I mean Gus, Willow and Amity when I say Hexide isn't a part of the story. After all, a setting is mostly a tool to a writer and frankly I think TOH uses its school setting pretty well. It understands how incredibly useful a school setting is for introducing its characters, enabling easy explanations for characters of a certain age to come together and the sorts of events that are made possible by a school setting, such as clubs, dances, sports, etc. But none of that explicitly had to stop it from being plot relevant. Eda actually gets part of her backstory filled technically the one time she goes to Hexide as an adult. We then get that made redundant by Them's the Breaks Kid. King has a good B plot about stage fright during Grom, though it's contradicted by his one other appearance at Hexide where he immediately takes over a classroom. Still, it was proven that the two could do something with Hexide. Here's the problem: King has two B plots with Gus, one meaningful conversation with Willow and one adventure with Amity where Amity ignores him for the majority of it and he's there mostly for comic relief. Eda has one B plot with Gus, shared with King, zero real conversations with Willow and serves the same role as King in Eclipse Lake with Amity so gets no meaningful interactions with her either. The Hexide Squad (and frankly this includes Hunter too) and Eda/King are NOT ALLOWED TO INTERACT. Eda spends more meaningful time with EDRIC than she does with AMITY. And one of those Luz's girlfriend. And remember that Found Family, especially Found Family with King, is theoretically the most important part of the series as it literally revives Luz and allows them to win. And yet more than half the cast isn't allowed to even interact with the Found Family. Well what about Hunter? Hunter is at least plot relevant, right? Well... Yes. But if you cut out Labyrinth Runners then Hunter can go to the Titan Hunters with Luz and we can spend some time actually dealing with what just happened to him. Willow's role with Hunter in S2 bare minimum is to have a point of connection through "Don't judge a book by it's cover" and "I've struggled with magic too" which... *gestures at the magicless, bullied human* It's really not that different from Hunting Palisman frankly. Amity gets a Hunter moment too but the larger point of Eclipse Lake isn't anything Amity says but the fight forcing Hunter to use/bond with Flapjack which would have been done by Harpy Eda had she not been busy off screen. These are moments that are either wholly unnecessary outside of shipping or just easily replaced by Luz so that Hunter gets a real connection with anyone instead of four half formed ones by the time he's redeemed. And of those three moments, only Amity's holds real character weight for the Hexide character in question. After all, Willow's problems with magic didn't last long, SKARA is one of those 'don't judge a book by their cover' characters for some fucking reason, and Sport in a Storm is generally agreed to be about Hunter much more than Willow while Amity's character stuff in Eclipse Lake is actually relevant to both Hunter and her. It's also, as I want to point out, actually new since Willow's stuff is mostly a retread of Hunting Palisman.

The only other thing that can be argued is the importance of the Abomatons and... really? If that's your argument, it's pretty weak. The Abomatons never are portrayed as a proper threat to the heroes, to the point where they had to make an ULTIMATE MECH SUIT for Kikimora in order to try and say that THAT thing was a real threat. You easily swap out Abomaton for Emperor's Coven Captain and nothing changes except you don't add literal robots to your fantasy setting. And no, I don't count them as golems because the circuitry and metal is what's made out to make them powerful rather than the magic or the magical material. And the final aspect to talk about is themes. I've talked before that either Gus or Willow needed to be cut because they are such natural savants capable of only one form of magic, doomed to never be able to perform others correctly (this is explicitly Willow's issue) that they actually make it look like Belos is straight correct with the coven system. Bare minimum, they both come off as chosen ones in their own field. Amity at least can claim to have studied and trained to get to her position of power. Self expression is very loosely explored with Willow being better at plant magic at least. It's theoretically a large part of what Amity is about but her defiance against the old pressures that made her conform and be bad is so weak and limp that really, how much does it feel like any sort of struggle? This actually becomes worse as the feeling that she does everything for Luz becomes stronger and stronger. Rather than "This is the real Amity!" it starts coming off as "Amity swapped her mom with Luz for who she was modeling her life after." And the final point on this portion I want to make is that Dana claims that from a very early point, they knew they wanted a queer romance. Amity is that romance. The school isn't to blame for Amity never interacting with Eda and King. It's not to blame for how much time Amity's arc took because I do agree with people when they say the romance isn't rushed. It's given SO MUCH TIME as to feel decently natural if we ignore the ease in which Amity discards her past. If the school was forced upon the show... It used it for the part that frankly should never have been a part of the show anyways. Because The Owl House is a comedy adventure with major themes of found family and fantasy versus reality. The romance with Amity is explicitly even framed in the show as part of Luz's fantasy, through multiple lines from Luz, and she is not a part of the found family. Amity has no business here. But Amity is also why the show was more popular than Amphibia, at least on social media.

Let's talk about the Catch 22 that is the Hexide Squad. All of them minus Gus really. Shipping is a very powerful thing after all. Amity is also what allows Luz to be openly Bi in a way she wouldn't be able to otherwise. A way that is more definitive. Amity being explicitly a lesbian was a HUGE marketing point for the show to the fandom, especially as part of why The Owl House is more special than other cartoons. These are also the characters who are most popular in the fandom. They reflect the age demographic (Hunter included) and are pretty well written teenagers so it's easy to see why people latch onto them. This actually got so bad between S1 and 2 that some people who hadn't properly watched the show, only having been exposed to the shipping art, that they though AMITY was the main character. Which I don't wholly blame them for. S1 Amity has really strong protagonist hair.

Without the Hexide Squad, you don't have shipping and LGBTQIA as such forefront elements of the show. It's frankly the exact problem that theoretically Amphibia S1 faced. Lots of people apparently skipped S1 (and I really need to do a blog on how incredibly well written the first couple episodes of S2 are to even allow that) of Amphibia because they didn't like Anne. They didn't connect with the frogs. They needed more of the trio instead because people who look human are much easier to connect with from an audience perspective. Also from an art perspective, they're going to be a lot easier to draw because you have more references and more experience drawing humans. Amphibia knew what it was though. It was a story about friendship, relationships, Found Family, the complexity of relationships and how they're grown, challenged, etc. and S1 of Amphibia is CRUCIAL to that. Frankly, the decision to make Anne unlikable (in a really entertaining way to me and she normally gets genuinely punished in some way for being a bitch) and to keep S1 almost exclusively with the frogs is a braver creative choice to me than probably ANYTHING The Owl House does. Especially if we're not talking about societal contexts, because Amity is frankly, imo, the only brave thing about TOH and her arc of getting with Luz isn't brave or new or different at all from straight romances that have done that dynamic. She's only 'brave' because it's LGBTQIA+ which by the time Owl House would have been greenlit, that ball was already moving for them. Korra for Nickelodeon existed. Steven Universe for multiple reasons for Cartoon Network. The writing was probably on the wall by then for Adora and Catra for She-Ra as far Netflix representation goes. At that point... Disney was being pressured by their competitors to either start including representation in their televised stuff or getting lots of attention on why they aren't including representation while their main competitors are. And no corporation wants that sort of attention. It actually gets worse btw if you don't count SPoP because then it becomes even clearer about them wanting to get ahead of their competition with the first LGBTQIA+ main character and they failed even at that. But that gets into a lot of themes for why every July EVERY corporation, regardless of politics (Minus Chick Fil A because holy shit that company is religious and fuck Chick Fil A), gets covered in rainbows in someway. In fact, to the point where Skittles lost their Rainbow last year to give it to the LGBTQIA+. That's not a joke. That actually happened. But to get back on topic: You also don't get straight shipping with Huntlow. You don't have Gusthollomewl as your mlm representation. Hexide is ALL about the shipping. Literally. Every episode needs to feature a ship being pushed forward. That's why two of Gus' three episodes feature Matt and then his third has that atrocious moment where Hunter is able to identify Willow better than her BEST FRIEND. Hell, let's take this one step further: Them's the Breaks Kid's main function, as one of our very few real glimpses into the past, is to show Raeda. Just make you sure all adore Raeda. Understand that these two are soulmates and if you don't understand that, what the fuck is wrong with you?

BUUUUUUT Them's the Breaks Kid is also arguably the best episode of S2B. It's easily the most fun, possibly more fun and just entertaining than any other episode than S2 as a whole. It's an episode that embodies how much of a waste of time Hexide is, even when using a main character like Eda, while also showing that the show clearly knows how to have way more fun with a school setting than its own fantasy setting. So if Disney forced them to include a school setting... It sounds like Disney knew the strengths of the writers better than the writers did and knew what the real draws to the show were better than the writers. =========

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#The Owl House Criticism #TOH Critical

[lindszeppelin]

Omg Omg Omg. First off, loving all of the anons popping off today. I’ve been sleuthing for a few weeks (more on that below) and was already a fan but today feels like justice.

Second, I especially loved hearing about that tweet about an actress losing roles to Kaia Gerber. Not bc it’s a good thing bc it’s too real!! I’m also in the industry and am likely not up for her roles (slightly different demos but not by much) so I can’t commiserate too personally but I have tea anyway bc boy do I know people who have had the misfortune of dealing with her in one way or another.

-The reason not a ton of tweets like the one mentioned exist is because people who work in the industry have to unplug. Going on Reddit or something to read about show business gossip is not the relaxing time it is for those not in the industry, ya know? And the last thing you wanna see online is some untalented offspring eating at Nobu or shopping in Beverly Hills while having access to roles and directors and more while we go unnoticed in our acting classes and- if we’re lucky- bit parts on shows or landing that tampon commercial 😖. Social media users also cling to their favorites with rabid fever, so why risk getting our experiences gaslit bc some fan thinks we’re “haters” or strangers who lie on the internet. Also, some stuff is too specific to a project and it’s unsafe to spill tea ( either bc it’s too identifying and we can’t burn bridges or bc of contracts stipulations-sometimes you can’t say ANYTHING about a project until it comes out and even posting anonymously isn’t necessarily safe.) That said, with the strikes I think more of us are bored and online more and- speaking for myself- am looovvvving finding content like your blog and some other sources bc it’s validating to see not everyone thinks Kaia Gerber is a great actress all because her mom is famous or whatever. Like we in the industry have issues with her, but when she keeps getting cast in things it messes with our sense of reality ya know?

- I know writers who are FURIOUS at their words being spoken by these nepo “actors.” Writers rarely have power with castings (unless maybe they wrote a movie that they are directing or created the show and are the head writer. And even then there’s sometimes other political stuff at play…it sucks) so it’s heartbreaking to actors when parts go to people who can’t even act like humans. Look, I’m not saying American Horror Story is amazing and hasn’t gone downhill, but it started fine until they kept doing stunt casting and jumping ship! (Again, writers only have so much power. They take the jobs they land, but the show runner decides where the plots and themes of a season are coming from. Meaning many talented writers write for bad projects bc they a) have to take a job and b) can only do so much depending on what’s outlined for the season- if that makes sense.) Hollywood is brutal but seeing some famous spawn phone in the work and bastardize their words and plots is just the sour cherry on top. Every writer I know HATES, nay RESENTS Kaia Gerber the most out of alllllll the little nepo babies bc of how truly awful she is. If they ever get to rise up in the ranks and get more power (like becoming a show runner), they all hope to have enough power to blacklist that sorry excuse for an “actress” from their projects as revenge. And frankly, best of luck to them and I hope they succeed.

- Kaia is also not exactly as warm and friendly to everyone on sets unless you’re, you know, Laura Dern or of some importance to whatever the project is. She’s not a bitch throwing cell phones but she does not give a fuck about anyone not in power…and it shows. I sadly know a few people who had the misfortune of working with her and she was not interested in having real talks with anyone not important. Multiple sources from multiple projects have told me that. Only unkind people act that way bc they can’t keep up a facade when under the stress of filming. And I’m not talking one or day off days…consistently uninterested in anyone who does not have power. Many people more famous than her treat everyone the same on sets…just saying. People need to stop assuming she’s nice bc she what, doesn’t act like a total brat on red carpets? Everyone can act nice when there’s a camera around, c’mon people. What you see in interviews is not reality!

- Responding to another anon, sure Austin should join the strike pickets. He doesn’t have to post on social media but others would do it for him and it would show support, even if it’s a touch performative so many week in. (I know this is an Austin safe space so I’ll refrain on saying more.) That said, I’ve picketed a bunch and have yet to see a celebrity. Most days it’s the actors and writers who are not famous striking, but when famous ones show up it makes the news and genuinely helps with morale. Yes, of course sometimes they show up but not even close to as much as the little people do. I wish more famous people would, but when the nepos don’t…it’s even more insulting. They literally bought their way into much of their success (even if bribes don’t happen for roles c’mon, do you know how expensive a publicist is? We know all about the nepos before they hit the catwalk or land their first role bc they hire people to do PR, which gives them an even bigger leg up in addition to the connections they already have). These nepos do not care they are out of work bc they have other things they can do and still have financial security. It’s just insulting. And I think the original anon was speaking to Kaia mysteriously making news for walking her dog when she has a movie coming out she can’t promote. I’m not sure but I don’t think Austin has any movies for a moment so it’s not as egregious that he isn’t doing that this week ( unless I’m missing something, which I may be bc I don’t follow him much). The least these nepos could do is support the little people who are actually impacted by the strike. It’s proving how little they care about the industry and how unaware they are or how hard it is (we’re striking because we’re not being paid enough!) One social media post is a joke- especially since she was on one of the few projects that got an exemption!! She can’t act, she gets to act in the strike anyway (with exceptional people, btw), and then goes to Nobu instead of the picket lines? Please. That’s how I read the original anon at least (and loved their support so thanks if you see this!) and I don’t care for the second anon picking a weird fight about it. If Austin has struck work then fine, they’re right, but if not it’s not the same thing- at least not at this moment.

TL;DR- Thanks for all of the posts today. It was a good and validating read after a hard summer. Keep sharing why Kaia needs to be canceled! I don’t even believe in cancel culture and think it rarely sticks, but I’m willing to make an exception for Cindy’s entitled spawn who brings absolutely nothing but headaches all around. If nothing else, let’s encourage her to go back to school if she’s so “scholarly” with…is it romance reads in her book club? I genuinely don’t understand it and don’t want to but geez, that girl needs perspective outside of Hollywood for a few years and I hope she gets it somewhere (school or otherwise) bc that’s genuinely the best thing that can happen to her. I pray for the day she stops getting cast and my friends do instead.

omfg anon, whoever you are, i love you endlessly and i honestly don't have any words. this post should be sent around to the ENTIRE FANDOM because some people need to wake up.

am i shocked that people in the industry are fed up with kaia? absolutely not. i have read a couple of small blind items in the past that have mentioned her bitchy behavior. and while there weren't many of these accounts coming forward, it was those in the whole pile of good publicity surrounding her that always stood out to me more. it's so easy to fake being nice when you want to rub elbows with important people to get a foothold in the acting door.

im also so incredibly sorry that you and your fellow actor peers are even going through this strike right now. it's horrific and it should never have happened. it's the little people that already struggled to get jobs in the first place to get by that worry me more than some A list celeb that can't work on another movie but can chill in their nice house until the strike ends.

people that have creative type jobs and that work for their passions are always getting shafted by society. we shouldn't have to suffer because we don't want the typical corporate career. too many actors work their asses off to go to 100 auditions and are lucky to book maybe one thing in a blue moon while working day jobs at cafes or something. im sure it can feel depressing and degrading. you guys just want your big break, and to pay the bills while working your dream job. and im sorry that people like kaia gerber steals the work from right under your feet without a second thought. AND she butchers the roles she in, making the whole thing a farce.

im so glad you decided to come over here and talk about your experiences. honestly i hope more of your actor and writer friends speak out about the injustices. if you don't have a blog of your own i'd suggest making one now to document your feelings. who knows, it might get around and in the right hands of people to promote it ona grander scale. the regular media is barely covering the strike as it stands. we need to see that you guys are continually being shafted left and right.

and hey, i hope that more A List celebs picket with you guys on the front lines. it helps to make the headlines. thank you again for your commentary <3

#lindsay's anon asks

[waheelawhisperer]

Here's a strange one for the ask request, if you have to ship a RWBY character with a Arknights character, who'd it'd be and why?

Fuck I'm not good at crossover ships

Qrow gets pegged by half the cast because this man has a phenomenal ability to attract tops that crosses the boundaries of gender and sexuality, they're helpless to resist the overwhelming urge to bend him over the nearest furniture

I actually had to think about this one a little bit, but if I had to pick one entirely serious ship I'd go with Horn x Robyn Hill, they're both very used to fighting for an oppressed people by this point in the story and I feel like they could get along quite well. Their potential dynamic actually reminds me of Schneewood Forest in a way.

I will marry Ironwood to Theresis because I enjoy watching disasters unfold in real time

Cinder x Talulah just seems funny to me for some reason

Taiyang and Saria bond over being divorced dads, get married, then get divorced. Silence's Homewrecker Instincts activate but she can't decide which one to sleep with so she ends up choosing both of them. The whole thing ends with everyone miserable but Saria and Tai have both doubled the size of their repertoire of dad jokes, so the real losers are Ifrit, Yang, and Ruby

Ruby is too busy gushing over all the Terran technology to get shipped with anyone, but she probably makes friends with all the engineers

Weiss collects a harem of people with ice powers

Silence's Married Woman Senses go off the moment she sees Willow, Willow gets her first orgasm in at least a decade as a result (and then her second, third, fourth, and so on)

I think Jaune would see Nearl and be painfully reminded of Pyrrha, poor boy would watch Margaret do her Paragon of Chivalry and Goodness thing and start sobbing uncontrollably on the spot

Specter and Nora become fast friends and cause no end of trouble

Blake and Blaze end up dating solely because they think it would be funny to watch everyone around them mess up their names

Yang marries Nearl and then I marry both of them because tall busty blonde onee-sans who could kick my ass activate all my neurons

#rwby #arknights #ask game #qrow branwen #horn #robyn hill #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #winter schnee #james ironwood #theresis #saria #silence #cinder #talulah #taiyang xiao long #willow schnee #nearl #margaret nearl #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #specter #nora valkyrie #blaze

[snelbz]

When We Were Young {4}

The DILF series, part 3.

Ship: Hunt x Bryce

Summary: After a series of tragic events, Bryce is forced to raise her daughter alone until her ex and father of her child, Hunt, gets discharged from the military. When he comes back to town, Bryce finds that the past cannot simply be forgotten.

Warnings: Mature content throughout. Language, sex, drinking, etc. 

Written with @theladyofdeath

NOW.

Hunt hadn’t slept at all the night before. Baxian’s apartment in the city was as nice as the one he kept in the Eternal City, the bed just as plush and comfortable as the one in his spare room that he’d slept in hundreds of times there.

Usually his sleepless nights were thanks to the shit he’d seen in the conflict in Pangera, of the months he’d spent captive in rebel camps. His therapist was helping him work through that though, helping teach him ways to breathe through the memories that were so real they threatened to swallow him whole.

No, last night, he had been wide awake for an altogether different reason.

He’d been sitting in Baxian’s living room, watching the pregame for a sunball game when his phone rang. Snatching it off the coffee table, he looked at the screen, the name Bryce Quinlan lighting up the screen.

He wasn’t sure he’d ever had her saved in his phone with just her first and last name. It had always been some joke between them, which more often than not had ended up getting him in trouble when Micah picked his phone up by mistake. 

“Bryce Sucks My Dick Like A Champ wants to know what time you’re picking her up for dinner,” he’d said with a sneer the first time it happened.

Hunt had been mortified.

It certainly wasn’t the last time it happened and it wasn’t even the worst thing she’d saved her contact name as in the two and a half years they were together.

He was about to answer when he started to panic slightly. Did he answer and immediately let her know that he knew it was her? Should he go full professional and answer like he had in the Army? Nonchalant and cool?

Why the fuck was he overthinking this? It was a phone call with…with his baby mama.

Hunt hated that thought. Clearing his throat, he answered, “This is Athalar.”

Her responding snort as she heard what he said told him he’d picked wrong when it came to the greeting.

“Hey, Athalar,” she said, breathless. “Quinlan here.”

His cheeks burned. He felt like a dumbass. Why hadn’t he just answered with a natural Hello? and called it good.

Because he was a dumbass.

He cleared his throat again, trying to ignore the thrill hearing her voice did to him. “Hey.”

It had been nearly a week since Hunt had come back to town and he still hadn’t seen Lennox. She had previous engagements, Bryce had said, when she’d called him last week to let him know she was bringing the situation up to her at dinner that night.

Hunt didn’t know what they were, wasn’t sure if it was school or sports or some sort of extracurricular activity. All he knew is that he was ready to see his daughter. After years of pictures and videos, of occasional stilted phone calls and presents awkwardly shipped at the holidays, he was ready to finally meet the daughter he’d never expected.

“Busy tomorrow?” She asked, cutting straight to the point. Hunt shot to his feet and he wasn’t sure why.

“No,” he replied. “Are you…busy?”

That snort again. It was like he had forgotten how to talk to her, how to talk to anyone. He supposed after nearly a decade in the military he had forgotten how to do a lot of things. 

“I’m taking Lennox to the zoo,” Bryce replied, nonchalantly. “I’d-.” She cleared her throat. “We’d like for you to join us.”

“Of course, yes, absolutely.” He didn’t care that he had sounded too eager, not when his daughter was involved. 

She gave him the time and that had been that. The conversation hadn’t lasted even two minutes.

Now, even though he was dragging, he filled up his coffee cup and changed his clothes three times after nearly having a panic attack in the shower.

Would she even care that he was going? She had done just fine with one parent for eight years. Their relationship was about to forever change.

Hunt just prayed it would be for the better. 

After settling on a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans, he grabbed his wallet and keys and was out the door.

He remembered where the Crescent City Zoo was, even though he hadn’t been there since before he’d joined the Army. It occupied the eastern most point of the city, in Moonwood, and was home to some of the most beautiful and carefully cared for creatures in the world. He hadn’t accounted for traffic across the city and was almost ten minutes late by the time he pulled his rental car into the parking spot, slamming it into park and hopping out before the engine had even quieted.

He swiped the ball cap he’d tossed onto the dash, putting it on and hurried towards the main entrance. Bryce had texted him a few minutes before, letting him know they’d gone ahead and would be waiting for him at the info center. He bought his ticket and found a map just inside, and after locating the info center, walked to them as calmly as he could.

He spotted Bryce’s vibrant hair as soon as the building was in sight. It was tied up in a high ponytail, still as long as he’d remembered. Longer even. He paused, watching as she crouched by a bench, pulling out a water bottle and drinking deeply. He tried not to stare, but seeing Bryce, after all this time…

She was still just as beautiful as she’d been the day he left. She was captivating, that glorious smile and those bright eyes that sparkled.

He felt eyes on him though, and looked away from Bryce to find a near identical set watching him.

Hunt had been about to approach, but he froze as he took in Lennox, at the same time she looked at him.

She had gotten so big. He’d seen her a handful of times in person when he was able to visit for a weekend here and there, but it had been a while and she had grown more than a couple feet since the last time he had taken her into his arms.

He was worried of how she would react, worried of how this first interaction between the two of them would go, but when that realization finally lit up her eyes, Lennox was giving him a gap-toothed grin. “Dad!”

That single word had him hauling his ass into motion. He took a few steps her way but she was already sprinting towards him and throwing her little arms around his neck. He picked her up and swung her around, holding on tight. He breathed into her hair, “Hey, kiddo.”

“Hi, dad,” she said, voice muffled in his shirt.

“You’re getting so big,” he said, looking down at her. 

When he set her feet back on the pavement, that smile remained. Hunt wanted to say something more, but no words came to mind and he hoped it wasn’t awkward. The only kids Hunt had been around in years were the refugees he was escorting out of the war zone. 

“Hey.”

Hunt’s eyes snapped up at the voice from behind him, and he turned, connecting with Bryce’s as she approached them, adjusting the backpack on her back.

“Hey,” Hunt replied, letting loose a breath.

They stared at one another and Lennox, in between them, was looking back and forth between her parents. “Can we go now?”

Bryce’s eyes darted to her daughter and for a second she looked shaken up. “Sure. Yes.” She chuckled. “Lead the way, babe. It’s been a while since your dad has been here, I’m sure, and you know this place better than anyone. Be the leader.”

“Can I have my book?” She asked, reaching an arm out toward Bryce. She turned, allowing Lennox to reach up on her tiptoes and grab a large pad and a small silver box out of the backpack. She re-zipped it and turned to Hunt. “Do you want to see the giraffes first or the bears?”

Hunt considered for a second and said, “Bears.”

Grinning, Lennox started down the path behind the info center, letting her parents trail behind her. They walked in comfortable silence as Lennox expertly navigated the park.

Trying to work up the courage to say something, Hunt kept glancing over at where Bryce walked beside him. She caught him and smiled as his cheeks heated.

She looked back toward where Lennox had found a bench overlooking the bear enclosure and said, “You look good.” She made no move to follow their daughter, instead pausing beneath a small awning far enough away to grant her a bit of privacy, but still close enough that they knew she was safe.

Releasing a breath, he watched as Lennox sat cross legged on the bench, opened the pad on her lap, and started sketching. He pulled the hat off, smoothing those stray hairs that never quite stayed in place back and putting it back on. When he looked over at Bryce, her eyes were on that backwards hat. “Thanks,” he said, drawing her attention back to his face. He gestured towards Lennox. “So she likes to draw, huh?”

Bryce let out a mirthful laugh. “Draw, paint, color. You name it, she loves it. She’s pretty good, too.”

“Wow,” Hunt whispered, watching Lennox study the animals before her. “I never knew.” He felt a pang of guilt, but he quickly pushed it away. He could go on and on and on about everything he felt guilty for, everything he had missed while he was in the Army. It wouldn’t do any good, though. He had signed his life away at eighteen and if he hadn’t gone, there would have been Hel to pay. He went, he did his duty, and now he was back. All he could focus on now was the present. 

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know.” There was nothing hard in Bryce’s voice, it remained light. She was simply stating a fact. When Hunt looked back her way, she was watching him. “You’ll have the time to get to know them all now. You’ll be able to get to know her, Hunt.”

He nodded and went back to watching Lennox. He was talking to Bryce, though, when he said, “How have you been?”

There was a pause. “Good. Busy. Had the day off, though. Doesn’t happen often. Usually I just have Sundays off.”

“You work Saturdays?” Hunt asked. “Most of them, but only in the mornings. Sometimes Nox goes with me, sometimes she hangs out with Ruhn, sometimes my mom and Randal, when they’re in town.” 

“How are they?” Hunt asked. “Your parents.”

“Oh, good,” Bryce said, laughing quietly. “I talked to them last night. Told them you were back in town.”

Hunt was about to ask how that conversation had gone, but he felt that he didn’t have the right to. Instead, he asked, “Ruhn didn’t want to come today?”

Bryce looked up at him with raised brows. “Want to spend quality time with my brother, do you?”

Hunt couldn’t help but grin. “Ten bucks says you didn’t even tell him that I was meeting you two here today.”

Bryce scoffed. “I did, actually.” And when Hunt’s grin grew, she added, “He had a lot to say about it.”

“I’m sure,” Hunt grumbled. “Can’t say I blame him, though.” 

She grew contemplative and she shrugged. “There’s a lot that Ruhn doesn't know about us, or anyone else for that matter.” She crossed one of those long, lean legs over a knee. The leggings she wore did wonderful things to highlight them. And her ass. He wasn’t going to pretend he hadn’t noticed. Cause he had. And it looked great, too.

He nodded, knowing exactly what she meant, but also having no clue what life was like for her for the past eight years. “We should…talk about that at some point.” As she looked over at him, eyebrow raised in question, he clarified, “Us, Quinlan. We should talk about us.”

“Us?” She asked, cocking her head to the side. “I didn’t realize there was an us.”

Her tone was light, but she was right. There wasn’t, hadn’t been since she broke his heart over eight years ago. Still, there was enough defense in her words that he asked, “You aren’t seeing anyone, right?”

She didn’t say anything at first and a pit began to grow in Hunt’s stomach. Just because she lived with Danaan didn’t mean she didn’t have a boyfriend. Single mom or not, Bryce was perfect in every way. There was bound to be someone out there who didn’t mind helping raise the kid he hadn’t been there for.

After pursing her lips, Bryce finally put him out of his misery. “No, I’m not. I haven’t had a serious boyfriend in…a long time.”

Holstrom, no doubt, he thought and then immediately chastised himself for it. He wouldn’t speak ill of the man, no matter how he’d felt about the man.

“I see,” Hunt said, then felt like it was a ridiculous thing to say. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know why he had asked in the first place, but he had to know.

“But just because I haven’t had a serious relationship in a long time, Hunt, doesn’t mean that we-.”

“I just want to catch up,” Hunt said, turning to face her. “I want to be involved and to do that I feel like there needs to be…” He wanted to say closure, but that seemed too final. “We should talk it all out first, you know? I don’t want there to be any bad blood or anything.”

“There’s no bad blood,” Bryce said, but she was no longer looking at him.

“Bryce,” he began, voice low. “I’m not asking for anything except a civil conversation. A lot has happened that we’ve never talked about. I plan on being around. A lot. I meant it when I said I was here to stay. We need to recreate our foundation. Please.” 

With a weary sigh, Bryce met Hunt’s eyes, once again. “On Friday, Nox has a sleepover with a friend. Why don’t you come over for dinner? I’ll make sure Ruhn is out for a couple hours. We can…talk.”

He didn’t want to wait until Friday. He wanted to hash it all out right now, but he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t bring any of it up, not today. Today would be a joyful occasion. It was all about Lennox. He didn’t want any tears being shed today. 

“I’ll plan on it, then,” he said, and he realized during some part of their conversation that he had taken a step closer to her. 

Quick footsteps hurried over to them and they looked up to find Lennox approaching. She pointed at a sign behind them they’d overlooked when they had started talking. “They have a new exhibit on otters.”

Bryce’s eyes flared and he watched as she tried to contain her excitement, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling. “Let’s go,” she said, coolly, but Hunt could see the happiness radiating off of her.

The second they entered the exhibit, Bryce was off, Lennox giggling as she followed her mother. Hunt stayed in the back and watched the two of them, hands in one another’s, pointing excitedly as the otters jumped off their perches into the water below. At one point, Bryce’s head fell back and she laughed, and Hunt’s stomach tightened. 

She had been beautiful at eighteen, but now? She was gorgeous. Fully confident in her own glorious skin, she emanated beauty. Hunt couldn’t help but stare, especially when she smiled, when she laughed. It brightened her entire face, lit up her entire being.

Hunt used to make her laugh like that.

But that had been so long ago.

It seemed that Lennox got her mother’s otter-loving gene. She giggled as an otter came up to the glass and they watched one another. She soon had her sketchbook out and was sketching away. 

“This one is for you, mommy,” she said, smiling up at Bryce before turning her attention back to the mass of otters in front of her.

Bryce just smiled and kissed the top of her head. “Thank you, my love.”

They were so close, the two of them, two peas in a pod. Hunt envied their relationship, but he wasn’t surprised by it, was grateful that Lennox had such an incredible mother.

It made her even more beautiful to him.

“Dad!” Lennox called, and Hunt started. “Come look at the otters up close! They’re sooooo cute.” Hunt chuckled and obeyed the command. She was right. They were adorable. Bryce was practically bouncing out of her shoes. 

When they left the otter exhibit, which was the exhibit they spent the longest in all day, they went on to see the penguins, then the meerkats, the monkeys, and the giraffes. 

They were on their way to the elephants when a loud bang sounded in the near distance. Hunt stopped in his tracks and jumped, his body tensing, his jaw tightening as he looked around him. He could hardly contain the pounding in his chest, could hardly contain his racing thoughts, but he quickly calmed himself, remembering where he was, remembering who he was with. 

Lennox was ahead of them, going up to the fence of the exhibit. 

Hunt took a step to follow Lennox but a hand reached out and grabbed his.

He hadn’t realized his hands had been shaking. “Hey,” Bryce asked, voice low. “You okay? It was just one of the truck’s backfiring.” 

Sure enough, a little pickup truck with the zoo’s logo on it was driving from one exhibit to the next. 

Closing his eyes, Hunt nodded, trying to calm his shallow breathing.

I’m here. I’m now. This is not then.

It was a stupid mantra, but when his therapist had told him to come up with something to ground himself on the fly, it was the best he could come up with. Now, the eight words were what kept him from bolting from bed, hurling his guts up, or having a full breakdown in front of his daughter in a public place.

I’m here. I’m now. This is not then.

When he was able to take a breath and let it out without shaking, he opened his eyes. He didn’t want to see what he beheld in her stare.

She was looking up at him with concern, but…but not pity. Instead, there was something else he saw that he hadn’t expected. Pride.

He’d become so used to the pity that he accepted it, but seeing Bryce look at him like that, like he was worth something…

“You’re here,” she breathed, as if she could read his thoughts. “You’re with…me, Hunt. You’re with me and Nox and we’re here. All of us.”

He took another deep breath and nodded.

Words were beyond him at the moment, more energy than he could expend until he had a chance to collect his thoughts. Somehow, Bryce knew that, and could tell as she squeezed his hand and said, “I’ll go see if she wants to stop for a snack. Why don’t you take a minute and meet us over there?”

He found a bench to sit on and closed his eyes again, listening to the sounds around him. Sure, the sounds of monkeys chittering and exotic birds calling weren’t exactly the sounds of normal life moving around him, but the squeal and laughter of children were. The sounds of everyday chatter, even of a baby crying somewhere nearby. It settled him, brought him back.

I’m here. I’m now. This is not then.

When he opened his eyes, Hunt felt like he could breathe again.

Even then, he took one more minute alone, listening, waiting, before getting to his feet and walking toward the nearest snack shack. Lennox sat at a table with a giant soft pretzel as he approached, but Bryce spotted him right away.

He didn’t say anything as he sat next to Lennox, across from Bryce.

Bryce didn’t ask him again if he was okay, didn’t bring it up at all. 

Lennox, oblivious to it all, tore off a piece of her pretzel and held it up to Hunt with a soft smile. He gave her one in return as he took it and popped it into his mouth. 

“Thank you for letting me come today,” Hunt said, looking down at Lennox then up at Bryce.

“Will I see you again soon?” Lennox asked, mouth full of food. 

“Whenever you want,” Hunt said, putting an arm around her shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere. You tell me when and where you want me, and I’ll be there.”

Lennox leaned into his chest as she said, “Good.”

Hunt met Bryce’s eyes, gentle as she watched her daughter and Hunt together. She repeated Lennox’s words quietly as she looked up at Hunt. “Good.” 

#cc hoeab #cc hosab #crescent city #snacmc #snacmc collabs #when we were young #snacmc WWYW #quinlar #bryce quinlan #hunt athalar #hunt x bryce

[mlobsters]

supernatural s8e1 we need to talk about kevin (w. jeremy carver)

new season, new me. *silent wish goes up for smaller sideburns*

of course they had to include "dick is coming" in the recap. we can't let the opportunity for a dick joke slip out of our hands

very xfiles

okay i threw this in lightroom real quick to make it less dark because what is going on here? it's very... strike a pose, for feral!dean. and the kids are like from a painting. it's very dramatic. maybe i will paint it some day.

well the infamous benny appears. i also didn't realize purgatory was gonna be a time jump like hell. read something not too long ago that was fairly evocative of the environment of purgatory so i was thinking some of the show happened there (though i suppose flashbacks are also a possibility).

lol i'm already upset, broad strokes know how this goes with their reunion emotionally.

this is so ridiculous. i was just complaining how i felt so blah with the end of s7. well here we go, let's hurt my feelings with brother conflict stress and i'm gonna be upset about it? make up your mind

okay so some fics i've read are like "sam didn't look for dean while he was in purgatory" but i did not pick up that for all intents and purposes, sam had no reason to assume he wasn't dead.

there's a lot going on in this scene. like the semi dodging the cas questions, how he got out, etc.

SAM Yeah. Yeah, I – you were gone... Dean. Cas was gone, Bobby was dead. I mean, Crowley even shipped off Kevin and Meg to parts unknown. DEAN So you just turned tail on the family business.

are you kidding me right now, dean? like he should carry on hunting because it's the family business??? i'll chalk this up to being mad and fucked up for being hunted for a year.

SAM Nothing says "family" quite like the whole family being dead. DEAN I wasn't dead. In fact, I was knee-deep in God's armpit killing monsters, which, I thought, is what we actually do. SAM Yes, Dean. And far as I knew, what we do is the thing that got every single member of my family killed. I had no one – no one. And for the first time in my life, I was completely alone. And, honestly, I-I didn't exactly have a roadmap. So, yeah, I-I fixed up the Impala, and I just... drove.

💔

DEAN After you looked for me. Did you look for me, Sam? [SAM looks away.] Good. That's good. Now, we – we... always told each other not to look for each other. That's smart. Good for you. Of course, we always ignored that because of our deep, abiding love for each other, but not this time, right, Sammy?

well i can see now why fics harp on this point. so i'm assuming sam thought dean was in heaven. would dean expect sam to try to get him back from there too? tucking 'deep and abiding love' into my pocket

okay right i've talked about this before too, how sam is always the fuckup begging for forgiveness and dean is the righteous man. and i'm tired of it! this thing with the voicemails from kevin tran is just... cruel. i don't like the point they're making.

real life, anyone in sam's situation would be a fucking mess. i still don't really think sam would flake on the phones with kevin like that.

whoa whole new desktop. so long untitled 1 and 2

oh we get urls now in the new web browser! and look at that, already an invalid web url http://www.searchtheweb/main missing your tld, friend 😔 1 out of 2, at least

lying about the dog in the car too. all right

okay, purgatory flashback after all. umm. what happens when you die in purgatory? respawn there? or is that the way to the big empty i've heard about

DEAN Hmm. So what was it, hmm? What could possibly make you stop just like that? A girl? Was there a girl? SAM The girl had nothing to do with it. DEAN There was a girl. SAM Yeah. There was. And then there wasn't. Any more questions?

*heavy sigh*

not getting through this episode tonight. reconvene tomorrow

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