#why yes i am blazing this post

[cyanomys]

#polls #polls and research #pointless poll #united states #midwest #hell #location #moving #america #look im sorry if youre insulted by me grouping some states but there are 12 Midwestern states and only 10 options allowed #i just took a trip across the country and my limited perspective is that Ohio is Not So Bad #i grew up in Missouri 🫠 #why yes i am blazing this post #i enjoy whoring my ideas to the masses to satisfy my curiosity

[minecrussy]

STOP blazing sydney crosby onto my dash acting like he’s a whole new guy. 1 in 5 personality keep the skates on boy

#YES I GET IT HIS CATS NAME IS MAVERICK ALRIGHT. #ALRIGHT. #why am I the target audience for every single blaze post about this guy #there’s been 4 surely that’s like #too many

[thelov3lybookworm]

Not a bad decision

Summary: Dresses are stressful.

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A/n: A short lil blurb like thing which was supposed to be posted during @/starfallweek, but i decided the other fics were better, so you get this now

(also i feel like i wrote this when i was sleepy even though i did not because this fic's writing feels a lil different from all my other ones 🤷🏻‍♀️)

well well guess who forgot to name the fic. IT WAS MEEEEE

anyways, Enjoy!

Dresses were not something Y/n was interested in, that much would be clear to anything with a pulse and a brain.

They were something everyone around Y/n was interested in though, and she felt like a rabbit among deers as Feyre gushed about the new seamstress the high lady had hired with her sisters and Mor.

"Oh mother, I am telling you Mor, she makes the most wonderful dresses. The dress I wore last week that you loved? She made it."

Y/n tuned them out, or tried to anyway. They were too loud, so loud that even the mother would have begged them to shut up.

"Y/n?"

Y/n blinked, glancing up from where she was sharpening her daggers to keep them ready for if she had to go to a mission in the near future.

"Yes?"

"Elain asked you what you were going to be wearing to the party." Mor told her, a knowing gleam in her eye.

"Oh." Y/n straightened, clearing her throat as she tried to think of an excuse to what she knew was coming. "Um, I think I'll be getting some new leathers, maybe a new shirt-"

"A shirt?" Nesta questioned, her eyes incredulous.

"Uh yes?" Y/n's cheeks were blazing, and she understood why it was shocking to the newer additions in the Inner circle like Nesta and Elain as they had only recently been made fae, and even then it had been rare for the to attend family parties.

"Y/n hasn't worn dresses in centuries." Mor explained, making Y/n deflate a little in relief.

"But why?"

"That, I don't know."

Y/n rolled her eyes at that. "Wearing a dress is not convenient. I can't fight in it."

And she looked weird in them. She never thought herself beautiful enough to look good or even begin to compare to the other beautiful females, so she never tried to wear anything other than her trusty leathers.

Nesta gave Y/n a look, and having become very close with Nesta to the point where Y/n had even started to consider her a sister, Y/n knew that look meant no good.

"No one is going to try to rip out your throat at a high lord's party you know."

Y/n smiled at Nesta, playing coy as Feyre announced that the seamstress had arrived and was waiting for them in the sitting room. "You never know Nesta, you never know."

"You are wearing a dress for this party. I won't take no for an answer."

Y/n's eyes widened when she realised Nesta was not bluffing. "I- I can't-"

"You will." Nesta muttered, her sentence ending in Y/n's cry of shock as Nesta grabbed Y/n's arm and dragged her over to where the other ladies had disappeared into the sitting rom.

Mother help me.

Nesta knew about Y/n's harmless little crush on Azriel. Of course she did. She knew everything.

She also insisted that this crush was not harmless, giving some stupid reason how Y/n was getting shyer and more concerned about what Azriel thought about her, leading to her becoming more secluded.

Y/n did not believe Nesta's wild accusations though. She was sure this little infatuation would go away with time, even if it hadn't in the past three hundred years.

"Y/n, are you coming or should I arrange your funeral?"

Y/n rolled her eyes at Nesta's absurd statement as she began walking towards the door.

"And why would you do that?"

Y/n found Nesta glaring at her when she opened her bedroom door.

"Because it sure seems like you were taking your time dying in there."

Y/n laughed, but the sound was short lived as her previous insecurities came rushing back as she glanced down at what she was wearing. She was so scared of how weird she would look she hadn't even glanced in a mirror, and now felt like it was a bad idea to be completely unaware of how she looked because now, she wished to die.

Maybe Nesta should arrange a funeral.

"How do I look?" Y/n questioned, and by the soft look on Nesta's face, Y/n knew her concerns were clear in her voice.

"If I were Azriel, I would kill myself if I wasn't the one removing that dress tonight, I'm just saying." Nesta muttered, shrugging. Y/n gaped at her.

"What- I- I don't even know what to think-"

"Good then. Stop thinking and just enjoy the party. You're already late. All the guests have arrived, and starfall is about to begin soon. We need to hurry."

Y/n nodded, and with a last skeptical look at her dress, she hurried after Nesta.

Starfall was considered a sacred night, and more so in Velaris. Plus add to that the extra and huge show off that was Rhys. The party was bound to be extravagant.

And sure enough, when Y/n stepped into the main ball room where everyone was gathered, drinking and chatting and dancing, Y/n's eyes widened in amazement. It should not have been a shock, considering Y/n had been attending these parties as part of the inner circle for the past three centuries. But this was a party thrown by Rhys, and he had an unbeatable streak of always shocking Y/n with his over the top arrangemens.

"Y/n!" Came the whining voice of Cassian, and Y/n turned to find him running towards where Nesta and Y/n stood, his head turned to look at someone behind him.

Y/n smiled. "What happened?"

At that, Cassian turned to look at the two females, an adorable pout on his lips. "Azriel is not being very nice-"

Cassian's eyes were fixed on Y/n, wide and shocked. She blinked at him, glancing down at herself, doubt again creeping in before she made herself meet his eyes.

"Cass?" Nesta mumbled, a self satisfied smirk on her face.

He blinked, glancing at Nesta for a moment before turning back to Y/n. "You- you look good."

Blood rushed to Y/n's cheeks at that. "Thank you."

He nodded, his eyes running down her frame quickly before he seemed to remember what he came here for. "Azriel. He's fighting with me."

Y/n blinked. "Fighting? For what?"

"I begged him to drink with me, and he said no. And then he was being mean and not nice at all."

Y/n laughed, patting his shoulder. "I'll take care of him, don't worry."

He seemed satisfied. "He is right next to the refreshments table."

Y/n nodded uncertainly, then went off to find Azriel.

She found him exactly where Cassian had said she would, and she walked up to him with a deep breath.

"I heard you were bullying Cassian."

He turned to meet her eyes, then froze. Y/n had to stifle the urge to cover herself somehow with the way he was studying her form. He himself looked ravishing, clad in a tight shirt and a coat.

To get some semblance of control back, she snapped her fingers in front of his unfairly handsome ace, and he startled.

That in turn startled Y/n.

She, a mere fae, had managed to startle the spymaster of night court? This was certainly new.

"I- what? Did you say something?"

He... was he... blushing?

No why would he blush?

Was he?

"I heard you were bullying Cassian?"

His brows furrowed. "I haven't seen him since this morning though."

Y/n blinked, then whipped around to glare at where Cassian and Nesta were standing, off in a dark, secluded corner, and giggling among themselves.

Y/n folded her arms across her chest, feeling betrayed, but before she could think more about that, Azriel's voice broke her focus.

"Um, Y/n? Will you- can I have a dance?"

Y/n stared at his nervously shifting form, speechless. "You- you want to dance... with me?"

He nodded, his confidence seeming to increase as he extended his hand, his gaze boring deep into Y/n's eyes. So deep it seemed to touch her soul.

Blushing, she slid her hand into his scarred one, and, in a burst of boldness, ran her thumb over the back of his hand. The move seemed to shock him, but still, he led her to the dance floor, his back straight, wings high.

As she followed behind him, she could not help but glance around in search of Nesta, a wide smile on her face when her best friend gave her a thumbs up.

Maybe this was a good idea after all.

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[lonely-cowboy]

future of us

pairing: connor (rk800) x f!reader

summary: after finding a box of home videos, you're overwhelmed with thoughts of the future. only connor can ease your worries.

word count: 2k

warnings: panic attack sorta, good ol' daddy issues, a 6yo (and a however old you are)yo having an existential crisis about death, i actually don't know what this is i just felt like writing it, rushed ending

author's note: yes i was complaining about my angsty gameplay in my last post and yes i am posting angst after saying i needed more fluff to feel happy. what about it. i like the angst, it makes me feel smth.

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The television flickered in the dim living room, the shadows shifting like otherworldly creatures. The heavy rain pounded against the windows combined with the quiet whistle of the winds. You would think that with such advanced technology nowadays the intense weather wouldn’t affect the power. Apparently, that hadn’t been a priority during this era of technological breakthroughs. But you didn’t mind. The flickering screen and hissing static were comforting, reminding you of the days Hank still had his old-fashioned television.

In the peaceful hours of the early morning (or late night depending on who you asked), you sat huddled on the couch with your eyes glued to the television. Wearing one of Hank’s old sweatshirts that was far too long for you, you hugged your knees tightly. 

You watched the screen as a little girl sat bashfully at the head of a long dining table, kicking her feet giddily as a birthday cake with six blazing candles was placed in front of her. She was surrounded by loved ones who looked at her fondly, singing in unison with enthusiastic, booming voices. One voice– the cameraman's– overpowered them all, his voice uncharacteristically jaunty and cheerful. As the singing reached its end and the little girl blew out her candles with a big breath (and a lot of spit), the cameraman squished himself into the frame with a wide grin.

And there was Hank Anderson. A younger, much happier Hank, but Hank nonetheless. He grinned at the camera, calling the little girl’s attention. They both smiled brightly into the camera, ignoring that it was a video and not a picture. Hank and his goddaughter. Hank and you.

You were honestly surprised when you found the box of old VHS tapes. Yes, VHS tapes. No, you weren’t that old, far from it actually. Hank was just always old-fashioned; he never had a knack for technology. So any videos from your childhood were found on VHS tapes that Hank had kept for all these years.

You found them when you were organizing his garage. The entire day, you had been cleaning around his house with Connor’s help because his drunk ass could never do it. You hoped that maybe by giving him a clean environment he might be able to clean up his act. You weren’t too sure about that, but the thought was there.

When you found the tapes, it was already well into the night. Hank had passed out hours ago, and you released Connor to recharge not long ago. That’s when you decided you were deserving of a much-needed break, dragging the hefty box of VHS tapes into the living room for your viewing pleasure.

Only you hadn’t realized the experience would be the exact opposite of pleasurable. The more videos you watched, the more your misery grew.

You couldn’t exactly explain why you were so upset. All you knew was that your chest was heavy with dread, your eyes forlorn as you watched video after video.

You were so distracted by the video of your sixth birthday (Hank was now interrogating you about the differences between being five and six, ever the detective) that you hadn’t heard Connor’s light footfalls. Though you probably wouldn’t have heard them anyway. Androids were scarily sneaky like that. You didn’t realize Connor was even in the room until he was standing right beside you, his figure nothing but a shadow in your peripheral vision. You had almost forgotten he was here, simply resting (or whatever it was androids did) in Hank’s spare room.

Your attention snapped to him, fumbling for the remote to pause the video. With only the light of the television to guide you, you struggled to find the pause button. By the time you finally found it, your cheeks were unbearably warm with embarrassment. 

Watching videos of your childhood self to remember the good times with Hank before he practically cut you off completely, dried tear stains on your cheeks and fresh tears welling in your eyes? Pathetic.  

With your face buried in the baggy sleeves of Hank’s sweatshirt, you tried to casually wipe away your tears, but you knew it was too late. Connor had already seen them. And even if he hadn’t seen them, you were sure he could guess by the shaky tone of your voice.

“Hi, Connor,” you greeted weakly.

Connor was silent for a moment as his eyes trailed over your figure, surely analyzing you. His LED circled yellow for a long time. Even when he sat down beside you, it continued to show yellow.

“Are you alright?” Connor asked softly, reaching a hand forward to rest on your knee and giving it a loving squeeze.

You were so surprised that he didn’t offer some kind of thorough analysis of your current mental state that a guttural laugh escaped your lips. The sound confused even Connor, his eyebrows furrowing at your impromptu reaction. You covered your mouth sheepishly, flashing Connor a look that said “I’m-sorry-I-don’t-know-what-that-was-either-kindly-ignore-that.”

Connor was silent again as he considered what to say. His eyes flitted to the television screen that had paused on a frame of you shoving your face into the camera with a toothy smile. You were missing two of your bottom teeth.

“Is that you?” Connor inquired. He was only being polite. You both knew that with a simple facial scan he had already determined that it was, in fact, you.

“Yeah,” you answered lamely. “My sixth birthday.”

Connor’s hand that was resting on your knee moved to your hand, slowly pulling the remote out of your grip. He unpaused the video and sat stiffly, his eyes darting from you to the screen like he didn’t know which to watch. The television showed you as you flaunted your missing teeth before pulling back to answer another one of Hank’s questions.

“Alright, last question, kiddo,” Hank said off-screen, his tone teasingly serious. “We gotta hear the final verdict… d’you like being six?”

Your little self squinted her eyes in consideration, lips pursed into an extreme pout. For added effect, you put a finger to your chin and tapped it thoughtfully.

“Hmm…,” you thought loudly. “No!”

“No?” Hank repeated with a hearty laugh. “Why not?”

“I don’t wanna get old,” you admitted innocently as if it was the easiest answer in the world. “Getting old means I’ll die.”

You snatched the remote from Connor’s hand and hurriedly paused the video again. All of a sudden, your breaths were coming out in sharp pants as your body was filled to the brim with an inexplicable panic. You needed a distraction, you didn’t want to think about any of this. 

Connor was calling your name calmly, his voice a steady, grounding force. Your wide eyes snapped to meet his, hands moving to clutch both of his. As you latched onto his warm gaze, you felt an odd imbalance. You couldn’t tell if you were comforted or stressed by his presence.

“How can I help you?” Connor murmured, allowing you to grip his hands as tightly as possible.

“I don’t know… I don’t know,” you stammered. “I’m scared, Connor.”

“What are you scared of?” 

“I don’t know.”

“Okay… okay,” Connor whispered soothingly.

Freeing one of his hands from your grasp, Connor’s hand snaked to the back of your head and pulled you forward until your forehead was resting against his lips. He pressed light kisses against your skin, murmuring comforting words as tears started to silently spill from the corners of your eyes. You collapsed forward until your face was buried in the crook of Connor’s neck. His lips moved to your head, kissing along the top of your head.

Why were you crying? Why were you crying? Why were you crying?

You didn’t understand why you were so overwhelmed, you just knew that you were. You had felt it so suddenly that there hadn’t been time to ask why. 

“Are you scared of… losing Hank?” Connor questioned.

No, that wasn’t it. Well, yes, you were. But that wasn’t the cause of your unexpected anxiousness.

“Are you scared of… dying?”

Yes. Yes, that was it. That was it. Sort of, at least.

Too broken to speak, you simply nodded against Connor’s body. 

“Can you tell me what scares you about it?”

Could you? You thought about it, blinking furiously to slow the tears. Why were you scared? Sure, death was scary in general, but there was something else. There had to be something else because your heart was still pounding furiously.

“I… don’t know,” you croaked.

“Okay,” Connor said patiently. “That’s alright. You don’t need to know.”

With his hands still on you, Connor carefully pulled away from you to meet your gaze. The corners of his lips were raised in a loving smile as he studied you, his thumb absentmindedly running along your knuckles.

“I want you to know that you’re safe with me,” he continued.

You matched Connor’s smile hesitantly, feeling your heartbeat slow to a resting state. Your attention was drawn to Connor’s spiraling LED as it returned to its usual blue.

That was it.

Your smile vanished quicker than it appeared. Your eyes were now fixated on the LED at Connor’s temple, a constant reminder that he was an android. And you were only human.

“I’m going to lose you,” you whispered hoarsely.

A puzzled look crossed Connor’s features, the crease between his brows returning. His LED blinked yellow again as he realized you were still in distress. 

“You won’t lose me,” Connor promised, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. “You can’t lose me.”

“That’s the problem, Connor,” you sniffled. “Someday, I’ll die. And you’ll keep living.”

The tension in Connor’s face eased as he realized the root of your sadness, though he didn’t look at ease himself. His LED quickly turned to a solid red. He looked so… sad. As if it hadn’t occurred to him until now the inevitable future of the two of you. 

The look on his face made you want to apologize profusely. You were sorry for ever putting that thought in his head. But you didn’t have the words to speak. You were frozen, just as he was.

Connor broke your suspended state by inhaling slowly, nodding his head as he thought to himself. You noticed that his grip on your hand was tighter as if he was afraid to let go. His other hand had moved to rest on your upper arm, rubbing it soothingly. It seemed to be a calming gesture for both you and him.

“Maybe that is how it will be,” Connor muttered, his eyes finding yours again. “Or maybe there’s another way we don’t know of. But that… that’s far in the future. That’s not something we need to concern ourselves with right now. Right now… is right now.”

Your tears had stopped falling long ago once there were no more left to cry. You resorted to chewing your lip worriedly, ignoring the bead of blood that infested your tastebuds. Connor’s hand moved to caress your jaw, running a thumb across your lips to stop you from hurting yourself. 

“Right now… I’m holding you. On this couch. Because I care about you,” Connor continued, though his voice was still slightly frazzled. “And that’s all we need to worry about.”

Either way, his words did do something to calm you. You nodded along as he spoke, leaning into the warmth of his smooth palm. Your fear wasn’t gone, not completely anyway. But it was certainly less than it was before. 

You moved quickly into Connor’s arms, pushing him back so that he was lying on the couch. Your head curled against his chest, holding the front of his shirt tightly. You never wanted him to leave. His arms naturally fell around you and lightly rubbed your back.

It wasn’t necessary for Connor to breathe, but you could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest. You knew he was doing it for your sake. You followed the pattern of his breathing until you finally felt a sense of peace for the first time that night.

“Will you keep holding me like this?” you mumbled.

“I’ll hold you like this, right now and forever.” 

#detroit become human #connor x reader #dbh connor x reader #rk800 x reader #dbh connor #connor rk800

[whateverisbeautiful]

♥️ Ranking Richonne

#5: You're My Family (S9E05)

✨Top 5!✨ Words can't even fully capture how much I adore this scene right here. 😭 But I'll try. - I am so grateful for it and for Danai for being a big reason why we got this moment. This is such a significant scene, especially because it’s Rick and Michonne’s final exchange of dialogue before Rick’s departure. And what a perfectly fitting, stunningly beautiful way to land their love story until they’re reunited again. The family and true love Rick and Michonne know they found within each other will always move me. And I know this scene is a hallucination, but listen, Michonne said it’s real, so it’s real to me too 😌...

(now if I went all out for my last 25 posts, then for my Top 5...🎵you know that I'm gon' be extra🎵 as we get into the big guns of this countdown. thanks for reading ♡)

I'll always love that Michonne is Rick’s final hallucination in his final full episode. It’s such a confirmation that she truly is home to him.

As I noted in my Reveling in Richonne post on this scene, the final stretch of a journey is often the most draining and challenging to get through, and it’s there when you need to tap into the most powerful source of strength and reflect on what most fuels you to keep going, so, of course, Rick's mind went to the ever-so-important love of his life - Michonne. 

And I love how any time we’ve seen Michonne in Rick’s mind, she's always this glowing, calming, goddess-like presence. No wonder Rick looks at her like she hung the moon and the stars all the time. 😊

It’s sweet seeing that while Rick's mind conjured up all the living people he loves on this bridge, it’s Michonne whom he envisions having a personal moment with. He needs her. And she’s so reassuring when she tells him it’s gonna be okay.

The real Michonne is going to be understandably distraught when she sees Rick bleeding out on this bridge, but here Rick imagined her as the calm, comforting, and life-giving presence she’s always been to him. 

And then it’s powerful for Rick to tell Michonne to take care of tf because he’s again passing the torch. Similar to him telling her she’d have to be the one to lead the others forward in Say Yes, Rick clearly believes so strongly that his people will be in good hands with Michonne as the leader. He knows this because he’s been in good hands with her as his leader. 🥲

And what a testament to Rick's trust and belief in her that he could know that this thing he’s dedicated his life to - protecting his people - is something that Michonne can continue. And as he thinks he's dying, it's like this moment is Rick personally finding solace in that Michonne will continue to hold things together if he doesn't make it.😭

Michonne encourages him, instilling faith that he'll get through this, and I always love the moment where Rick vulnerably says, "I can’t" because he’s always been allowed to be so human with her. I love that she says confidently, "You will, it’s not over," and it's just so believable when she says it.

And then, I have many favorite parts in this one scene, but the following part is particularly special because it is my favorite visual of Rick and Michonne of all time.

Like if you told me I could only ever look at one visual of Richonne again it would be this one right here where Rick and Michonne stare right into each other's souls as her eyes instill this blazing strength in him.

BREATHTAKING. 🤩😍🤗 It’s just beyond powerful and beautiful to me and perfectly illustrates the relationship and depth and strength of these soulmates so well. What this gorgeous power couple gives to each other is one of a kind. And as always, this moment is literally and figuratively magnetic. 🧲

I love that Michonne tells Rick adamantly, "We don’t die" as a motivating rendition of "We’re the ones who live" and a graphic novel nod. And again, when Michonne speaks, you just believe it.

I remember watching this live, unsure if Rick would survive or not, but when she said this I was like alright it is written, my baby Rick doesn’t die, cuz Michonne is always right...

But I also love her saying "we don't die" for its figurative meaning, as truly the love Richonne found with each other is endless and will never die.

And I adore that Rick looks her right in the eyes and nods, hearing and believing her even despite the odds and the pain. All versions of Rick can hear Michonne and allow her words to reach him. 

Then there’s this wonderful moment where Rick is about to exhaustedly hang his head and Michonne lovingly takes his face in her hands to both physically and emotionally lift him up. The movement just feels so symbolic of how she will not let him stay defeated and low. She always lifts him up like only she can.

I get teary over this whole scene, especially because of how powerful it is to see Rick have someone who can hold him up like this even in his toughest moments.

And because Michonne always knows what to say, she then brings the focus back to one of the most motivating, important, and inspiring things in their life - their love. 

When Michonne asks Rick, "You wanna know why I fell in love with you?" in that lovely tender tone, I was gagged then and I'm still gagged now. Like you would think one of us pitched this moment. 😋 It’s just so romantic, and I am forever elated that Rick and Michonne got to directly discuss their incredible love in their final conversation. 

(Also, again, you really can't watch this scene and then be surprised that TOWL is being called an epic love story. I repeat - Richonne's story has always been an epic love story. 😌)

At this moment on this bridge, where Rick needs the ultimate fuel to keep fighting, this is his own mind focusing specifically on the love supreme he found with Michonne - his guiding light, who has kept him going so many times before. Eternally here for it. 🙌🏾🥹

One of the many things that chokes me up about this gorgeous moment is when I stop to think about the start of Rick's TWD journey.

When we were first introduced to Rick he had a wife who wasn't sure if she was still in love with him and caught legitimate feelings for his best friend. And that very best friend ultimately plotted to kill Rick and told him his own family would move on from him because "they've done it before." Like that's so painful.

But then, in the wildest of circumstances - an apocalypse - Rick found a wife and a best friend all in one. He found the ultimate love of his life. He found Michonne - whose love for him runs so deep, so visible, and so certain always.

And where his hallucinations of Lori were more tormenting, here Rick is hallucinating his wife Michonne and envisioning her enveloping him in her consistent and unwavering love that has always meant the world to him.

And as Rick's mind imagines Michonne bringing up their love on this bridge, it's him in the potential final moments of his life also thinking about how honored he is to have loved her and been loved by her. 🥹

So after Michonne asks if he wants to know why she fell in love with him, it is so extremely moving the way Rick intently looks at her with a tear, eager for the answer.

And Michonne stays holding his face up as she tells him with conviction that she fell in love with him, "Because you're a fighter and you never give up." 😭 Exquisite. To see Rick be showered with this love and praise from his true love is just everything and more.

You can really tell that for Rick in this exact moment the only thing he's thinking about is her. Not the pain, not the turmoil, not the past or the future - just his wife's love.

And it's cool because in one of my Reveling in Richonne posts from years ago, I was analyzing that season 4 finale scene with Michonne in the car with Carl while she listened to Rick talk to Daryl outside. And I felt like that scene in the car and their special "Cuz I'm Okay Too' scene were signs that Michonne was falling in love with Rick, especially after Rick showed how far he'd go to protect his son in contrast to her previous partner. This is what I wrote way back then:

"Like she needs someone who won’t give up and she saw firsthand that Rick doesn’t give up, especially when his son is involved. And so I think this is when she starts really thinking of Rick differently."

The fact that years after that post, Michonne straight-up tells Rick she fell in love with him because he’s a fighter who doesn’t give up made me even more confident that my love timeline theory is pretty accurate and that I was on track with my studies in getting a Ph.D. in Richonne. 😂

She fell in love with him way back then. I mean, Danai has even said Michonne has been in love with Rick for a long time. (And I bet if Rick were to tell Michonne when he fell in love with her, it would suggest it was around season 4 as well.)

In this s9 hallucination, I love that Rick gets this uplifting encouragement from the woman he loves and has long been in awe of and that her words so clearly breathe life into him. Michonne has always breathed life into Rick, so it's only fitting that she did it one more time in this series.

And then I really love that she tells Rick, "Fight for me." 🥹 Oh it's perfect. It’s just touching knowing this is Rick’s mind telling him to fight for her. Fight for his wife. Fight for Michonne, the most important person in his life apart from his kids. 💯

I'm willing to bet that during the years that Rick's been taken away from Michonne and Judith, the words "fight for her" likely played in his head often and helped keep him going.

(Side note: This moment and "fight for me" line right here should tell everyone watching that Michonne is in a category of her own to Rick. It shouldn't need to be clarified cuz it's so obvious. But for anyone that still needed clarification, I love that TWD & TOWL promo has set the record straight (time & time again, amen) that Rick's wife and kid(s) are his ultimate choice. As I've noted before, one thing I've long known and long-loved about that man Rick Grimes is he gon' make it about Michonne every time and make sure everybody else knows what we've known for years - His wife and his kids are his everything. I'm not against a reunion with some of team family eventually, especially a reunion with Daryl after he watched over Richonne's kids - but I also just know viewers demanding to see all these different friends (and even enemies 😪) on screen with Rick again does not automatically mean Rick needs it. Within the actual story that we've been watching of Rick Grimes since the pilot episode of TWD, we can be confident that reuniting with his immediate family - Michonne, Judith, and RJ to be clear - will take precedence. As TWD has said, reuniting with each other is the only goal - as it should be when a man's been taken from his wife and kid(s). 👌🏽 While I haven't seen TOWL yet {which ahhh we're so close 🤗}, I've been quite positive for literal years that while Rick's been away, he's felt like all he is anymore is a man looking for his wife and child...And anyone who has got in the way of that is gonna lose.)

Rick knows that despite the pain and exhaustion on this bridge he has to keep fighting for the love of his life. And it makes so much sense why Michonne would fall in love with the fighter within him.

And then Michonne says, "Fight for all of us," because team family is of course important to them too. It's just Rick is a whipped man, see, and so even here there's this subtle aspect where Rick is staring straight at Michonne and really only looks to the side once Michonne turns to face the others. 😋

But then, as Rick does best, he puts his attention right back on Michonne and just warms my heart completely when he looks at her and says, “You’re my family. I found you.” Gospel truth and Utter Perfection. 😭

I adore how s9 Rick was just so vocal about his reverence and love for Michonne every chance he got, even in hallucinations. 🤩 And it is so sweet that in his final exchange with Michonne, and really his final dialogue with anyone, Rick gets to look at her and cherish finding family through her.

And with what a family man Rick is and has been since season 1, it is truly the greatest treasure in the world that, even after losing all his family from before the apocalypse, he still found a genuine family that became his life's fuel.

I love the way Rick places a hand on Michonne's shoulder to really emphasize that he found family in her.

It is so great that in this 9.05 episode where Rick is repeatedly talking about needing to find his family, his mission since s1, we get this lovely declaration that Michonne is so much of who he was always looking for. 🥹

And what a beautiful way he found her both in their actual life journey and in his mind’s mental journey this ep. 

Michonne’s tear as she smiles and again affirms him and says, "You did." Just beautiful and melts my heart.

Andy and Danai did a masterful job depicting the immense love Rick and Michonne have for each other in this scene. They always have, and of course, their final scene delivered on another level. 👏🏽👑

Truly this has been a stunning love story from the moment they laid eyes on each other in season 3 all the way to this s9 moment here (+ their s11 finale moment) - and now beyond as we look forward to Richonne's story continuing. 🤩🙌🏾

It’s heartbreaking that after a moment of such love and warmth, Rick then has to acknowledge that this exchange isn't actually happening in real life. He says, "But this isn't real", and then I will forever love that Michonne assuredly says, "Yes it is." 👏🏽

It is real. What they found with each other is real. The abundant love emitted between them in this scene is real. I feel like had Michonne actually been able to get to him on this bridge, the exchange could have gone similar to this (but like a lil more frantic probably cuz she'd be anxious to get him some medical help) But in many ways how Rick is picturing their love playing out here is so real and accurate.

So I love that Michonne got to confirm that the love and family she and Rick found in each other is real in any dimension. Since this is all in Rick's mind, it's like this is his mind also deciding that everything in this moment is real and something he has to fight for when he wakes up.

Then Rick and Michonne seal the moment with their precious final kiss within the TWD series and it's another perfect example of true love's kiss. Y'all this really is a love story for the ages and I’ll never stop shouting that from the rooftops. It’s beautiful. 🥰

It's fitting for Rick to imagine her kissing him and breathing life into him one more time because 🎵these are a few of his favorite things🎵. And if he's dying then Michonne's love is what his mind wants to remember before he goes.

(Also I wish the real Michonne got to know that on this bridge Rick was imagining her empowering him and kissing him one last time. 😭)

Finally, Michonne tells Rick to wake up, and the resilient king does as she wishes, notably without knocking out like he did the other times he hallucinated people, which to me is a nice subtle way to suggest there was something more real about Richonne's exchange than his previous hallucinations.

This scene is just gorgeous and touching and emotional and a lovely ode to what makes Richonne so special. We really are spoiled cuz we’re fed with gourmet content in each and every scene. And this scene was a feast and the perfect exchange to close out Richonne on the show. #I'mGrateful

Had this moment legitimately been their last exchange ever it would have done Richonne justice. Fortunately, though, we've finally arrived at a point where this won't be the last exchange between them. 🥳🙌🏽 Soon, this 9.05 scene will have to be referred to as Rick and Michonne's 'final convo in TWD,' because more Richonne content is coming. And this is why...

In this Top 5 moment from Rick's last full TWD ep (where Andy and Danai gave a masterclass in each scene they had both together and apart 👏🏽) I adore that this final intimate exchange between them served as a reminder that Rick and Michonne fell in love, that they don’t die, and that what they found in each other is a beautiful family that is forever real and everlasting. The ultimate win.

I will always celebrate that Rick and Michonne found the truest family in each other and that they will soon find each other again. 😌

#richonne #top 30 #top 5 #number 5 #rick x michonne #real soon this won't be their last moment together 🥳 #we're so close! #twd towl countdown #twd towl #the ones who live

[everlastlady]

Bloody Legend Part 5

✘Posted: 11/10/2023

✘Story Contains: Anxiety attacks, Mammon being a cunt, Verosika, Striker, Rosemary, Charlie Morningstar, & Cute moments.

✘Word Count: 2685

✘Author's Note: Bloody Legend Friday. I'm taking it easy with writing because yesterday I had a seizure so I was drained. But I won't let y'all down. Remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink some water, get some fresh air, take your medicine, and remember that you are loved. If you loved this story remember to comment, click or tap that heart button, reblog with tags, and blaze if you can. Always remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

✘ Story Parts: Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4

“ Please stay… “ (Name) softly spoke as they glanced at Mammon who stood there. Mammon looked at (Name), they wanted him to stay. Did they really enjoy that dinner with him that much? This made Mammon smile, Mammon knew he wasn't a very well liked sin. The only person he considered a friend in the higher up places was Lucifer. But he didn’t really hangout with Lucifer. “ Sure, scoot over. “ Mammon lifted the blanket while (Name) scooted over the two laid in the bed looking at each other, locked into a staring contest before (Name) spoke up. “ Mam, I have a question… “ (Name) said while playing with the fabric of the green blanket. “ What’s your question? “ Mammon said while playing with (Name’s hair), he would answer any question they had as long as he got to be by their side. “ Are you using me for money? Am I just a puppet for profit? “ (Name) asked, looking away, hoping that their question wouldn’t upset Mammon. The greed lord taken back back this question, he didn’t expect them to ask this so soon. He didn’t know what to tell them;of course he was using them for profit, they were his cash cow. Making more money for him than Fizzarolli did. But he couldn’t tell (Name) that because what if you get upset and leave. He couldn’t have that; he couldn’t lose (Name). “ Of course, I’m not using you. Yes I’ve pushed you too hard which is why I set up that dinner and relaxing night for us, I promise to be more gentle with you to not work you so hard. But remember I saved you from that shithole comedy club in Wrath. “ Mammon placed his hand upon (Name’s) cheek. “ You promise, you aren’t using me? “ (Name) asked with a smile. “ I promise (Name) and I never break a promise. “ Mammon smiled. But deep down he knew this was wrong to lie to (Name). But he knew that (Name) would never find out. Because he wouldn’t let that happen. After a couple of moments (Name( fell asleep holding onto Mammon.

Mammon watched (Name) sleep, the covers were pulled up against them. Their chest rising and sinking with each peaceful breath escaping their soft lips. How he wanted to place a kiss on their lips but pulled that thought from his head. The green blanket was fluffy which was keeping both Mammon and (Name) warm. Mammon stared up at the ceiling, sometimes he could feel (Name) toss and turn in their sleep. They truly looked peaceful and happy, they deserved it. Mammon eventually fell asleep himself because he couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore. The next morning, Mammon woke up before (Name) he groaned and looked down to see (Name) was still sleeping, slightly drooling which Mammon found cute. Unlike (Name) who could sleep in because they were still recovering. Mammon got out of bed since he had many of his businesses to attend to. Mammon carefully got out of the bed and tucked in (Name) and left the room. “ Make sure to serve (Name), breakfast and that they take their vitamins if the doctor stops by then let them know I’m out. “ Mammon said to the small shark servant who nodded. Mammon got himself ready, his phone rang and he picked it up while adjusting his jester hat. “ Hello? “ Mammon adjusted his jester outfit. “ Uncle Mammon, Hi! “ A cheerful voice came from the other side of the line. Mammon’s large smile appeared already knowing who that cheerful tone belonged to. “ Charlie! My dear niece, how are you doing? What’s up, do ya need some money, business advice for that hotel that you’re doing, or need someone dead? “ Mammon sat down while a servant brought him breakfast. “ I’m doing good uncle Mon, I was wondering if (Name) could perform at the hotel in 2 weeks. It's the grand opening soon . “ Charlie asked. Mammon had forgotten about his niece's grand opening of her hotel. Her Hazbin Hotel, to help sinners get into Heaven. Mammon found the idea comical but he wouldn’t tell her that because he loved his niece and actually wanted to see how this would go. But she was requesting (Name) to perform for the grand opening.

“ Charlie-Bean… “ Mammon bites his lip thinking. He truly loved and cared about his niece, but he wasn’t sure if (Name) should perform. “ Dad will be there and he likes (Name’s) performance and a lot of other important people of Hell will be there so I thought (Name) would be good since they can sing and make people laugh. “Charlie sounded nervous as if she was hoping her uncle would say yes. Lucifer will be there and the other important people. Mammon couldn’t pass up this especially since Lucifer likes (Name’s) performance and if the important people of Hell would be there and if they like (Name’s) performance then many of them would try to request for (Name), he would make so much money. He was sure that could make (Name) perform a bit longer before making them quit. “ Charlie, (Name) will be there and I’ll make sure they give the best damn performance, thank you for requesting them; I’m sure they’ll be honored to perform at the grand opening. “ Mammon marked his calendar. “ Thank you so much uncle Mammon, I’ll be sure to give (Name) the best room, bye! “ Charlie said in a singful tone, like father like daughter. “ Goodbye Charlie, love ya. “After the call ended Mammon set his phone aside. “ They can hold out a little longer, they can hold out a little longer. “ Mammon held his head in his hands while repeating that to himself. Mammon looked at the picture of (Name) on his desk. “ I know you can hold out a little longer. '' Mammon stood up and walked out his office to go talk with (Name), he opened their bedroom door but didn’t find them. (Name)? “ He peeked his head out of the room, as he saw a small imp servant walking with a water can. “ Hey, Mae, where is (Name)? “ Mammon asked. “ They were in the garden eating breakfast, they were feeling stuffy in the room. “ Mae said. “ Thanks, carry on with your duties or whatever you are doing. “ Mammon walked past Mae who bowed. Mammon walked out into the garden as he saw (Name) sitting at the table surrounded by the beautiful flowers while they ate breakfast.

Mammon thought they looked beautiful surrounded by the flowers and plants. How the sun shined down on them. They looked like an angel, even though Mammon hated angels. If (Name) was an angel then he would repent. Mammon walked up. (Name) turned around as they could already hear the jiggles of Mammon’s hat. “ Mon, Hi. “ They smile. That smile that Mammon loved so much. He pulled out a chair and took a seat. “ (Name) since you are better in two weeks, you’ll be performing at my niece’s grand opening of her hotel. Ya know Lucifer’s daughter who is doing that Hazbin Hotel. “ Mammon said, picking up a fork and eating off your plate. “ Oh! I heard about her hotel. I think it's sweet what she is doing but can sinners really be saved? “ (Name) asked. “ No, once a sinner always a sinner it’s why those creepy looking angels come down and kill off sinners to make room for more that die and end up here. But hey, gotta let the kid dream. Besides, if she somehow does it, Lucifer won’t be happy, he’ll probably shut it down. “ Mammon laughed. But (Name) frowned, shouldn’t a father support his daughter. But (Name) nodded their head. “ Okay, sounds great, I can’t wait to perform. “ (Name) said while drinking their coffee. “ Good! Because a lot of important people including Lucifer will be there so don’t disappoint me, you’re a bloody legend (Name)! “ Mammon stood up and walked off. (Name) sat there frozen, Lucifer? Will be there. Their heart was thumping in against their chest it felt like they had lost all color, the breaths became shallow and their hands trembled as they dropped the cup that held their coffee onto the table as it fell. Their thoughts were scattered, body tensing up. They can’t let themself down… they can’t let their mom down. (Name) closed their eyes and took a deep breath. “ I’ve got this, I got this. I’m a bloody legend. “ (Name) still trembling stood up and decided a nice day at the spa would help so they called up Verosika. (Name) would not disappoint Mammon or her mother. They would do their best to perform and make sure that nothing went wrong.

(Name) waited outside of the gates of Mammon’s palace, soon Verosika’s hot pink and white limo pulled up blasting pop music. The door opened as Verosika sat there wearing a white tub top and a matching short skirt. Her legs crossed as Striker sat next to her. “ (Name)! Ready for a relaxing spa day, I booked the best session for us. “ Verosika purrs. (Name) smiled and got into the limo. As it pulled off. Verosika could tell that (Name) wasn't themself over the phone when (Name) had called and asked for a spa day with her. “ So sweetheart, are you okay? You didn’t sound too good on the phone. “ She asked, rubbing their thumb over the (Name’s) hand. “ Yes, I’m okay… It’s just Lucifer’s daughter Charlie, she booked me as the opening and closing act at the grand opening of the hotel. I'm kinda nervous because Lucifer himself will be there and other important people. “ (Name) rubbed the back of their neck. “ I just don’t want to let Mammon down. “ (Name) looked down as Striker rolled his eyes. But he didn’t want to cause a scene. “ Do you want to perform there? “ Striker asked. “ I do, I think what Charlie is doing is sweet and I would like to be able to perform again instead of laying in bed and taking vitamins, I’m already feeling much better and will be able to be up on stage again soon. “ (Name) smiled. “ Well, as long as you want to perform then that’s fine darlin’, you’ll do great I’m sure of it. “ Striker smiled.

Meanwhile Mammon was thinking of an outfit (Name) could wear to that grand opening. Something that would match him, so that (Name) and him would look cute. Maybe other people would think that he and (Name) are a couple which is great, because if people assume that (Name) belongs to Mammon then they wouldn’t mess with (Name) or dare to even touch them. “ No, No, too plain, too baggy, ugh! Not enough flash. “ Mammon didn’t like any of the outfits that the servants brought out. “ I need something that will make me and (Name) look like a power couple. “ Mammon said. “ But you two aren’t a couple. “ Rosemary said, laying in the chair. Mammon glared at the plant demon woman. “ I know that! But that doesn’t mean others can’t know that and besides (Name) wouldn’t mind matching. “ Mammon said. “ I only called you to help because I refused to ask Asmodeus for help. “ Mammon rolled his eyes. “ Or you could man up and ask him. “ Rosemary said while drinking her tea. “ If you want to be able to attend that grand opening, then you’ll quit being a bloody drongo and help me. “ Mammon said. “ Fine… go with the outfit on the left, you can get a custom one made and tailored for (Name) it will somewhat mirror what you’ll be wearing. “ Rosemary said. “Good good, you are right. “ Mammon tossed the outfit towards the goat servant. “ Go to the tailor shop and have them craft something for me and (Name) “ Mammon said and turned towards Rosemary. “ You know the dinner worked… We had a goodnight together and cuddled in bed. “ Mammon sheepishly said. “ Oh? What happened after that? Because I know you didn’t confess since you want to lie about being a couple with (Name) especially without their knowledge. “ Rosemary rolled her green eyes. “ I couldn’t, not yet but I will soon. “ Are ya sure, you’re a bit of a duffer. “ Rosemary sighed. “ I’m trying Rose. “ Mammon sat down. “ I love them, and I will tell them at the right time. “ Mammon looked down. “ Listen, take all the time you need; just don’t take too long or else someone else will go for it. And you won’t be able to stop it, I have to go because I have some mob boss named Crimson coming in for surgery and I need the money if I’m going to look my best at the grand opening, take care Mon. “ Rosemary walked out of Mammon's office.

Mammon sat there thinking about what Rosemary said. Could someone truly come in and sweep (Name) off their feet. And he would just have to stand by and pretend to be happy. Because he can’t just say no and force (Name) to love him, that’s the last thing Mammon wanted to force upon (Name). He sighed. “ Maybe at the grand opening, I’ll confess…” Mammon poured himself a drink and pulled out his phone. His lockscreen was a picture of (Name) and him when they first met. “ (Name), I love you, will you go out with me? “ He kept repeating this but when the door opened Mammon jumped dropping his phone and glass onto the floor luckily none of them broke. He looked up and saw (Name) standing there. “ (Name) you almost stopped my hearts! “ He picked up his phone while one of the servants cleaned up the spilled drink. “ Sorry, I just got back from the spa and did a little shopping. I saw this and it reminded me of you so I got it for you. “ (Name) pulled out this small plush toy that was a green centipede. Mammon chuckled and carefully took the centipede plush toy. “ Aww, thanks (Name) this is quite special. I'll keep it on my shelf. “ Mammon stood up and walked over to his shelf and set the plush toy down next to some other items which were just simple old pictures before Mammon donned the green outfit and other nick nacks. '' Mammon, do you think I’ll do a good job at the grand opening? “ (Name) asked. Mammon turned around and saw (Name) looking at the ground, Mammon smiled and walked over. “ Of course, you’ll do great (Name) you’re a bloody… you’re a great performer, someone who knows how to bring laughter to others and I know you can do this, because you never failed a performance. “ Mammon placed his hands on (Name’s) shoulders. (Name) smiled and felt their anxiety ease just a bit. “ Thank you, Mammon. “ (Name) said. The door again slammed open as the goat servant from earlier came back. “ The matching outfits for him and (Name) are ready! “ The goat demon said. Shit shit, Mammon wanted those outfits to be a surprise. “ Matching outfits? “ (Name) looked at Mammon and then walked over to the outfits.

They ran their fingers against the fabric and picked up the outfit, they looked over at Mammon who had a nervous and flustered look. “ I love them! “ (Name) squeals. And hugged the outfit close to their chest. “ Y-You do? Great! Because I thought matching outfits would be great for business, and we’ll also look better than anyone else at the party. Maybe even better than Luci and his wife. “ Mammon teased. (Name) laughed. “ Looking better than Lilith and Lucifer, I don't think we'll be able to pull that off. “ (Name) said, setting down the outfit. “ But I don’t care what others think, because I know we’ll both look great. “ (Name) said with sparkles in their eyes. Suddenly Mammon didn’t care about looking better than anyone else at that grand opening. “ You’re right, I can’t wait to attend the grand opening with you. “ Mammon smiled. “ How about we go work on your act and then go out for lunch? “ Mammon held (Name’s) hands. (Name) nodded their head with a toothy grin, Mammon and (Name) walked out of his office holding hands, there was so much to do for the grand opening.

Mammon Tag list aka The Bloody Legends:

@hellbornediamonddreams

@mizavia

@lbcreations-blog

@sylum

@a-library-of-old

@queenfishie

@lizzywizzyeatsart

@universallyweaselwobblermuffin

@lucasisstupid

@stinkykittypet

@g0dwat3r

@polaris107

Special thank you these lovely people for supporting this series, y'all are bloody legends! I'm also sure Mammon appreciates your love and support.

If you are loving this series and wanna be added to the tag list let me know.

#helluva boss #hazbin hotel #hazbin charlie #helluva mammon #helluva verosika #helluva striker #helluva mammon x gn reader #helluva mammon x reader #helluva x gn reader #helluva x reader #helluva fanfiction #helluva fandom #helluva everlasting #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction #fandom #bloody legend #everlasting request 🪻

[theriu]

Dear @staff ,

I must respectfully yet with restrained Millenial rage request you please put the “My Blog” button BACK at the bottom-right of the app and put the new Tumblrmart button at the top, because accidentally clicking into the Mart while trying to look at my own blog makes me actively disinclined to buy anything in the store. And I RESPECT that ya’ll need to make money! But this feels like the kind of underhanded trick other social media sites hit us with, and I am so, so irritated about it.

And it’s not even just the marketing ploy, it’s the sheer inconvenience! Before, I could switch easily from my Notifications to my Main Blog; now, my Main Blog isnt even ACCESSIBLE while I’m in Notifications, adding more clicks. You took a very convenient app and made it less convenient. I am so freaking aggravated that every time I go to look at my own dang posts, I feel like I’m barely avoiding being tricked into visiting the store, making the whole process of using the app less enjoyable. You already ate one of the prime buttons with Tumblr Live, why did you need to do THIS?

In summary, please just switch the current locations of these two buttons; the Mart would still be visible on the app, and this unnecessary annoyance would be rectified. I wish to remain respectful and reasonable because I value being polite and I appreciate a lot of things you all are doing to keep our beloved dumpster fire (affectionate) of a site funded and running, but I also confess a deep, admittedly childish desire to throw things and flail angrily.

And to show my passionate sincerity in this endeavor, yes, I AM Blazing this post because I’m so determined someone actually see this that I’m willing to throw money at it. Thank you in advance for any acknowledgment of my mightily restrained ranting.

Sincerely and cordially (and irritably) yours,

A Tumblr User Of Like 12 Years, For The Love Of My Sanity Please Fix This

#tumblr #tumblrmart #staff #respectfully #I could ignore the tumblr live button but I use the my blog button a lot #and now I feel tricked and I do NOT APPRECIATE IT #this is probably not gonna do any good but MAYBE?

[buildabettermeme]

Why is no one talking about the riots and protests over the murder of 17-year-old Nahel by police in France?

This boy was only 17 years old, shot in the chest in the driver's seat by cops. People seem to think there isn't racism in France but there is. We all need to be talking about this. Nahel should not be forgotten.

The French government is attacking their own citizens with 40,000 police officers (yes, 40k cops) to quell the unrest. 5,000 cops are being sent to Paris alone.

The French government needs to realize that there wouldn't be riots if you didn't allow cops to and protect cops who kill unarmed, non-threatening, peaceful civilians, ESPECIALLY CHILDREN. French citizens won't let their government get away with this. Neither should the rest of the world.

If we all join forces to condemn this horrible tragedy, all across the world, maybe less young POC people will be murdered in cold blood by police officers. Maybe the French government WON'T sanction murder of their citizens for exercising the basic human right of free speech and protest. Maybe, one day, cops will have stricter standards and punishments. Maybe, in the future, there won't be cops at all, and no one would die by their hand. But we HAVE to work together to ever see that happen.

Blow it up. Blaze it if you want to. Find every post about this murder that you can and FORCE the media to notice.

Nahel's mother is organizing the protesting and has been photographed speaking and acting out for her son. We should also support her, because not enough parents would do this for their murdered child/ren. I know mine wouldn't. But she is, and she deserves to be recognized and supported.

Don't let children be murdered in vain, without notice, without awareness, without action. If we will not avenge our next generation, they won't be here to avenge anyone else. Don't let them die, especially not like this.

I don't know how to start a GoFundMe but if anyone did and wanted to, this would be a great place and cause for funds to go to.

Make the French government quake in their boots. Make them terrified of their own people. Make the government pale at the reality that is facing them; they will lose everything, all of their power, all of their money, if they do not get their shit together and protect their goddamn people.

This CNN article is horrifically boot-licking, however it is the most comprehensive reporting I have found in English, and my French is unfortunately nonexistent.

Don't buy into the copaganda. These fuckers are murderers, plain, cold, and simple.

Fuck the French police.

Fuck ALL police.

(Disclaimer: I am horrible at tags, I'm learning I swear)

#nahel #police brutality #police murder #child murder #french police #france #riots #gun violence #protesting #human rights #civil rights #fuck the french police #justice for nahel #justice for cop brutality #justice #poc #people of color #racism

[yanderelmk]

Hey! So saw your ask yanderes and I decided to ask :)

It is okay if I ask : MK, Mei, Redson, Wukong, Macauqe, Syntax, Mayor, and Nezha ?

If I can then what would they do if their darling decided to just end the friendship because of their issues? Ahaha... TRUST ISSUES. their darling don't trust them no more and decided to end the friendship. And their darling will not be hearing any excuses from them and will end that friendship right there.

(My issues😘)

Hope you can do!

- 🌼 (did I request too much?)

A/N: You're good! I said no character limits, so no limit shall there be. Just a lil heads-up for anyone else, yes there are no limits, but do be warned I'll be taking extra time on longer asks to make sure everything flows properly A/N: Since Tumblr won't let me write too much (and started not letting me post it) I had to break it up into two parts! Don't worry I'll be posting it soon after this one <> CW: Kidnapping 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛 "Wait- what do you mean you don't want to see me anymore?" MK felt tears beginning to sting his eyes. "Listen, I know sometimes I kinda got intense, but I told you I don't mean to scare you. It's just- when I see someone who looks like they're gonna hurt you I get really angry, and I want to keep you safe. Y/N, please! Don't go!" He suddenly grabs you by the shoulders. "I can change, I swear! Just don't leave me!" As you turn and begin to walk away, his breathing gets shorter as panic begins to swell within his heart. In a blink, he's struck you unconscious. "It'll be okay...it'll be okay...I'll just get you home. Then we'll talk this out, it'll all be okay..." MK repeats this to himself like a calming mantra as he carries you off. 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚 Upon you saying you're breaking things off, Mei laughs. "Ahh, that's a good one Y/N. You really had me goin' there for a minute." When you continue to stare at her, she slowly sets down her milkshake. "You're...not kidding? But why would you want to stop hangin' out with me? Don't we have fun together? Don't you like hanging out with me?" She stands up from her seat, hand twitching towards her jade sword. "Who is it, huh? Who's so much better than me that you're willing to just throw away what we have for them? What do they have that I don't?! Are they prettier? Smarter? WHAT IS IT?!" Mei can feel her power beginning to spark up, but she's too upset to truly care. "TELL ME!!!" ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 Before you can even get the words out, Red Son's got you by the throat and is lifting you up into the air. His hair is completely aflame, and his eyes are blazing. "So that's it? You think you're just going to leave me? Well there's just one teensey little problem there, Y/N." He pulls you closer until your faces are inches apart. "You. Are. Mine. And I am not in the habit of letting go of what I rightfully own." Red Son's fingers are squeezing your throat, he doesn't seem to notice how much force he's using. "Now we are GOING back to my home, you will SIT in the dungeon and THINK about what you've done, and I EXPRESSLY FORBID YOU from EVER mentioning leaving me again. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡 "Aww, it's cute that you think you can leave." Unbeknownst to Y/N, the seal to the entrance to Flower-Fruit Mountain begins glowing brighter, sealing them in. "Look Y/N, I think you've had a very long, very stressful day. Why don't you..." He picks from his fur a few strands and blows on them, transforming them into the sleep bugs he's used so often in his Westward journey. Before you can jerk back, he's got you by the throat and has dropped them upon you. "Take a little nap? Then when you wake up, you'll feel better! I'm feelin' like goin' out for dinner, we can talk then!" As the world begins to fade and your eyes begin to close you hear his laugh before he says, "Sweet dreams."

#lmk #yandere lmk #lmk yandere #lmk yandere x reader #lmk yandere mk x reader #lmk yandere mei x reader #lmk yandere wukong x reader #lmk yandere red son x reader #lmk ask the yanderes #lmk yandere mk #lmk yandere mei #lmk yandere red son #lmk yandere wukong

[sgiandubh]

Imma need an in-depth breakdown of Puff please! And I’m not being sarcastic either. Puff pre-dates my time in the outlander fandom.

Regards,

Your curious anon.

Dear Puffy Curious Anon,

If my cantankerous boss would have summoned me at 03:03 pm EEST (when your request landed in my inbox), just to tell me "Imma need an in-depth breakdown of the Greek trade unions' position on the current critical understaffing of the HoReCa sector", I would have politely answered "yes, ma'am, when is the deadline". I would have then turned on my heels, rolled my eyes, sworn like a drunk sailor under my breath (fuck my life comes to mind, pardon my French) and quickly be done with it.

You, bless your Anon heart, wrote: "Imma need an in-depth breakdown of Puff, please". Wee difference, Curious Anon: you are not my cantankerous boss. That being said, since the question has been asked by several people in the comment threads of the day's posts, I am gonna give you my two cents on Queen Pufflander, even if you've been around before I even knew this weird place existed. And hopefully put to rest this nonsense forever (wishful thinking, doubt it will happen).

Once upon a time, when S&C's bantering was the plat du jour on Twitter and this fandom a considerably less toxic place, Puff the Magic Dragon of the US East Coast was one of the Queen Bees of Shipperville. Her blog was witty and no-nonsense (if a tad verbose) and, as *urv, she quickly earned her fair share of side performers: Stella and Deep Throat (SOURCES) or the tarot reader(s) immediately come to mind. People loved Puff and that is only fair, to be honest: I bet the farm she was great fun. Little by little, information traded in DMs started to pile up in her famed Vault, from which she was generously sharing, from time to time, sibylline rants ("maybe they did or maybe they didn't, but don't worry, something happened and all shall soon be revealed"). I can critique that forever and a day and tell you that all this sent people's expectations up the roof and beyond, of course. But, again: I was not here. It is unfairly easy to judge all these things with a historian's eye, and people who lived to tell the tale are far more entitled than me to comment their fandom experience, circa 2015.

When the whole Shatner/Watchtower baliverne started (early 2016, if memory serves) things ugly escalated and rather quickly so. People started jumping ship. With McSideburns already in the house (EIFF comes to mind and a certain poignant S&C penguin picture, too), enter Flukenzie Floozy. Thus, after IFH, Puffy decided to pack her crystal ball & tent and move to greener pastures on Wordpress. There, she held court with a keen eye for the Byzantine politicking of this fandom, not unlike what Perfidious Albion did with regard to the Thirteen Rebelling Colonies, after that Boston Tea Party. Her main moments of intersection with the rest of the shipper community are Covfefe Pics (of course) and Remarkable Week-end (of course). With regard to Covfefe, she quickly cried wolf, but by the time Remarkable Week-end happened, she pulled off a mighty witty breakdown of The Nuptial Charade of the Century. Blaze of glory was Quarantein Ha-wa-wee (of course), when she blamed S for all the world's evils and then some more. After that, she concentrated on her Neverending Feud with *urv (a Private Investigator was, at some point, hired and paid for via crowdfunding), which somehow managed to end (nevertheless) with a Report she might or might not have sent to S, "for further consideration".

As all good prophets, Puffy finally went into Occultation circa 2021, not without warning us that she was torn between Gay Sam & SamCait intellectual traditions, with a wee penchant for the first (reason why I completely ditched her peddling, because IYKYK).

I can understand why people might think I could be Puffy. I am, however, very sure about my own identity, whereabouts and creed: to state the opposite would really, really be mental. I fully assumed my responsibility and went ahead to actually prove you, this morning, I wasn't. Reading her rants was useful, but also taxing. I doubt Stella and Deep Throat were anything else but narrative helpers in a sophisticated Greimas actantial model. Something I would never do, for example: I am confident enough not to need any crutches. And I am very, very sorry for this word vomit: it should come, perhaps, as solace its length could never compete with Puff's storytelling marathons.

To wash my sins (not really: because I really love that picture), here's S,C, a penguin and a cakebox (?), at EIFF 2015. This is, you can be certain, the purest thing on this page, Anon:

#Anon

[elejah-wonderland]

_elejah

_time travel_au

a/n: Elena is sent to 1988 to get Elijah's blood for a spell. She was not supposed to talk to him...but one thing lead to another and she fell in love. As she returned to 2035, her real time, she is heartbroken. Elijah died together with Klaus in 2026.

*

_a random snippet

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New York, 2035

No matter how much she tried to move on and forget about Elijah, she could not.

"I know that I shouldn't have got involved. I know that. And the way things were left - everything just made it worse."

"This is why time travels were a big NO." Bonnie said citing her Gram's Grimoire froma case before.

"But ours was for a good cause." Elena reminded her friend.

"Yeah - but left you miserable."

"I will get over it - eventually. I guess I need to grieve. There's nothing else I can do." the brunette looked at the polaroid of Elijah she had taken.

Flashback

"Always and Forever" Elena thought. "But it's not going to be. There will be dreams to come for you, sunshine on rainy days, laughter and silliness, just not together. Just not together. You would never forgive me lying to you again. Taking away the memories of you and me. The love we shared. But deep down in my heart I pledge the always and forever. I do."

*

Meanwhile

In New Orleans, Freya found a box at the back of an old wardrobe. Opening it, she found a notebook with Elijah's handwriting on, saying simply - notes. As she opened it, she found a paper wedged in. Curious to see what it entailed, she unfolded it.

Dear Elena,

I wanted to tell you before I left how completely abjectly sorry I am for all the pain I have caused you. The reason for this letter now is - I die tomorrow, I wanted you  to know that you sparked something inside me I thought was dead and buried.

By the time you read this I will be gone but please know I am still always at your side. Every moment spent with you was like walking through paradise. You had my heart spellbound the moment I have set my eyes on you. I have not known the intensity of my feelings for you until one morning as I woke up. It was like a dance of rich adventure, tenderness, dreams that were most real, even though I've never told you so. 

I'm taking my leave now. As Khalil Gibran had said 'The resting place of my soul is a beautiful grove where my knowledge of you lives'

Faithfully Yours, Always and Forever,

Elijah'

Freya looked at it, slightly shook by the content of the letter.

"Hey," Keelin said as she stepped in the attic, "have you found the pin amulet?"

"No - but - Elijah's writings and - a letter" Freya said.

"What letter? Are you ok? What does it say?" Keelin knelt down next to her wife.

"A letter to Elena - he never posted. Dated the day after our wedding." Freya said.

"We can post it to her now. Or give it to her when we visit Hope. What does it say?"

"He apologizes to her...uhm - it's really strange. It seems like he was in love with her. I know it's private - but here - read it." Freya handed the letter to Keelin.

"It's private, like you said. Let's post it to her."

"I thought he was in love with Hayley - but it seems it wasn't so" Freya said picking up the box.

"Well, look at Klaus - it was Caroline he was actually the one." Keelin said.

Freya inhaled sharply. "I didn't really know my brothers after all."

"You didn't really spend that much time with them." Keelin concluded.

Freya couldn't disagree.

*

Mystic Falls, a few days later

Salvatore School

"No - you're kidding me, right?" Caroline's eyes widened, blazing surprised at Bonnie.

"I'm resurrecting Elijah - yes." Bonnie said.

"What? Bonnie?" Caroline shook her head in disbelief.

"I'm happy with Damon. You got your happy with Enzo. Elena deserves her happy, too. I am doing it. And that's that.

_to be continued

#elejah #elena gilbert #elijah mikaelson #alternative universe #elena and elijah #tvd imagines #time travel au #1980s #fanfiction

[jackunzelfebruaryspecial]

Hey shippers! It's been a while but we, @moonlight-dragon and @gryffindorkxdraws, are bringing back 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐳𝐞𝐥 𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 for 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒! We discussed on what to do for the next JFS event, and finally we were able to come up with a conclusion. Ready to hear what we got? 2024's theme is... 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐬! ❄ ⋆ .·:·* That's right, we're going with 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 for this event! Exciting isn't it? We carefully selected what to use for this event —we tried for each week to have a 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞 (the verses alongside the song really hint towards it), but we also want for you guys to tell whichever story the music sings to you, so all the lyrics are the limit.

Without further ado, here are the prompts!

𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 (𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟏-𝟒)  · 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐂: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐧 But when does a comet become a meteor? / When does a candlе become a blaze? / Whеn does a man become a monster?

𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 Would you fall in love with me again / If you knew all I've done? / The things I cannot change / Would you love me all the same?

𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 (𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟓-𝟏𝟏) · 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐚

𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 With the sun in my eyes she was gone / But if I were still ten/ In that crowd of thousands / I’d find her again

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 Yes, Princess, I've found you / At last / No more pretend / You'll be gone, / That's the end…

𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 (𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟏𝟐-𝟏𝟖) · 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐦𝐚𝐧

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐞 “Run away," they say / “No one'll love you as you are" […] / And I know that I deserve your love / There's nothin' I'm not worthy of

𝐑𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 It's up to you and it's up to me / No one can say what we get to be / So why don't we rewrite the stars? / Maybe the world could be ours tonight

𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 (𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟏𝟗-𝟐𝟓) · 𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 All I’ve ever known is how to hold my own / But now I wanna hold you, too [...] / I don't know how or why / Or who am I that I should get to hold you / But when I saw you all alone against the sky / It's like I’d known you all along

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐜 𝐈𝐈𝐈 (”𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝…”) They took each other's hands / And brother, you know what they did?/ They danced

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 (𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟐𝟔-𝟐𝟗)

This is your chance to use any 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 (inspo list) we didn't include in the prompts. Choose whichever you want to work with for the ship! Or you can go back and do the prompts you weren’t able to do but wanted to and/or pick another song from the prompt musicals. The choice is yours!

Have fun with the prompts and event because, boy, are we excited to see what you come up with, but do keep the rules in mind!

RULES:

Use the tag #JackunzelFS24 as one of the first five tags in your post, because Tumblr won’t include it in the search if you don’t. Also, feel free to tags us @jackunzelfebruaryspecial in your post!

Feel free to submit any kind of Jackunzel work such as writing, digital and traditional art, a video edit, or graphics. Anything really, so long as it focuses on the ship and it works with the theme.

Crossovers with other characters/fandoms are allowed, so long as Jackunzel is the main subject and that there is no hate on other ships or characters. Always keep in mind to be respectful.

There is no limit in submitting! You can submit one work per prompt, or you can submit more than one if you want to. You have the option to post as many as you want!

Have fun and spread the love!

𝐖𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 —𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫— 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟏'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟐 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲!

We are also hosting this event in instagram! So if you want to post your works there too, feel free to tag our ig handles @gryffindorkx and @kris_moon14 in your submissions! Here is the instagram link to the official post:

❄ ⋆ .·:·*

#jackunzel #jackunzelfs24 #rotbtd #rise of the brave tangled dragons #rise of the brave tangled dragon #the big four #jack frost and rapunzel #jack frost #rapunzel corona #announcement #Instagram

[multi-fandomsfreak]

Hey!! Can you do movie sonic x mobian fem reader (platonic) who is a fan of him and wants to show herself to the world and fight eggman but she is too scared people will hate her

Sonic Meeting Mobian!Reader Who Happens To Be A Fan

Hey there! Thanks for the ask!

Sorry for the late post. I’ve had a bunch of requests coming through and with me going to the hospital recently to see if my foot’s good (by the way it’s healing great just need to get used to walking again.) so I didn’t have the time to do it till now. Hope you like reading this because I definitely enjoyed writing this. ~J/Blaze

Pronouns: She/Her

Warning: ⚠️Mentions of low self-esteem/anxiety⚠️

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Sonic + Mentions Of Tom + Maddie + Tails + Knuckles + Eggman

Proofread: ❌

Credits: Icon by jennieismygirlfriend on Pinterest + Banner by scyprod on Pinterest

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- Sonic the hedgehog. A name that constantly rings through your mind constantly. You most likely discovered him around some point from the baseball scene to near the end just like how Tails did. You had heard about his antics on earth and to say you liked him was an understatement. Judging on the info you had discovered from the most recent event with him and eggman you became a massive fan of him. Can anyone blame you? He helped you be inspired in your own way. Even if you had some problems expressing yourself mostly due to fear of what people might think of you. You wanted to prove your worth but you just didn’t know how.

- You really wanted to meet him even dreaming of what he would be like if you were to talk to him. Would he take interest or not? You were contemplating on going to earth just to meet him in real life. Show him how he has helped you in a way without directly meeting you. But you let your insecurities get the better of you. Eventually you decided to risk and travel to earth, you didn’t know what you were going to do when you got there, you didn’t really have any other motive besides meeting your idol. With Eggman gone as far as you were aware of and no one else who wanted to carry out his plan you didn’t really have any reason to go and get yourself into any trouble but still for some reason you felt like you needed to go. It kind of took you a while to get used to being on earth as well trying not to get spotted by pretty much everyone. You never know what they’re reactions could be seeing you and honestly you didn’t want to find out so you created a hide-out like what sonic did in the first movie.

- Now for when Sonic met you for the first time. He managed to come across you and your hide-out on his solo adventure and to say he was surprised was an understatement. There was another mobian like him, he immediately went over to you and started asking you a bunch of questions catching you off guard before immediately recognising him as the idol you love. You were too busy internally fangirling about if this was a dream or not to answer his questions.

+ “Ma’am is everything alright there?” Sonic asked, managing to snap you out of your fangirl trance concerned about the lack of reaction coming from you “oh…yeah I am, you're sonic right like the actual sonic?” You asked in return wanting to confirm it even though you knew it was. Sonic gave you a confused look before slowly answering your question “yeah I am sonic, why do you ask?” You gave him a cheerful smile before bringing him into a hug, surprising him even more but still hugged you in return despite just meeting you. You then told him about how much of a fan you were of him, telling him how much you appreciated him to which he thanked you and joked about he never knew he had fans.

- Pretty much since then he wanted to introduce you to Tom and Maddie because why not, they were also starting to suspect something with him constantly going off to see you. At first you were nervous because based on how he described them you guessed they were humans and your nervousness was getting the best of you but sonic managed to convince you that they really didn’t mean any harm and you trusted him so you decided to go with him to meet the two of them. As soon as you met the two of them they were excited they’d pretty much had gotten used to seeing sonic so seeing you with him although surprised to see someone like sonic they openly welcomed you with open arms, they were just happy that sonic met someone else. Also Sonic may have been teased by Tom about you especially since you were a female but except for that they enjoyed meeting you.

- Sonic will be your number one defender. If anyone even dares to make you upset about something he isn’t going to sit there and let you take it, making you even more self conscious. He doesn’t like seeing his friends upset, it kind of makes him both angry and upset himself seeing you just take insults being thrown at you.

- He pretty much noticed a bit after meeting you that you're very self conscious about yourself. Although you seemed to be somewhat open, when it came to expressing yourself and your strengths he noticed how unwilling you were to do it. He didn’t really understand why at first because he thinks you're really cool. You must have some sort of strength if you were willing to leave your home planet just to visit him. But once he learns about your lack of confidence he honestly feels bad for you. He could tell by the way you talked to him that you do genuinely want to prove yourself to the world; you just let your feet get the best of you. So with the new information he learned about you he’s willing to do anything to help raise your confidence. He feels like he has to, what sort of idol would he be if he didn’t?

- He takes it a step at a time, although he was wanting to make sure that you gain your confidence he knows it will take some time. You two will often have one on one sessions basically letting you express your feelings (imagine that scene when sonic is acting like a therapist but it’s with you and not just him).

- Eventually when Eggman returns from Mushroom planet Sonic definitely wants you to join him alongside Tails. He knows this would be a big step for you but he sees this as an opportunity and wants you to join him. He promises to keep both you and Tails safe as long as you're with him. Although a bit nervous yourself you could see what his point was and you knew he wouldn’t let you get harmed. You wanted to prove yourself and put what you learned from him to use so without thinking you joined him. And to say that it felt oddly good to finally do what you wanted to was an understatement. Still you were nervous but that nervousness was overwritten by adrenaline and relief. Although you went through some things during the trip to get the chaos emerald it was worth it in the end. This is when you decided to permanently join Sonic’s group alongside your new friends Tails and eventually when he decided to join Knuckles.

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#sonic the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog x reader #sonic #sonic x reader #sonic movie #sonic movie 2 #sonic movie x reader #movie sonic #movie sonic x reader #sonic series #sonic series x reader #tom wachowski #maddie wachowski #miles tails prower #movie tails #knuckles the echidna #movie knuckles #eggman #movie eggman #x reader #platonic #request

[crystalitecloudie]

Ok so I finally finished the Belabog quest line and…Sampo really scared me at the end. Like, WHY WAS HE LOOKING DIRECTLY AT ME? I DO NOT WISH TO BE PERCEIVED.

Also, he really said, “Are you not entertained?” Yes I am, but you scare me man.

The funny thing is, I have a post in my drafts right now theorizing sampo's involvement in SAHSRAU, but I've been sick the past couple of days so it never got finished.

I also want to write a part 2 to one of my other SAHSRAU posts and blaze it before that 50% off blaze coupon code that I have expires... we'll see if that happens.

#sahsrau #honkai star rail #hsr #honkai sahsrau #sampo koski #sampo sahsrau

[slusheeduck]

Fictober 2023 Day 26 - Prompt: "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Lae’zel was engaged in battle. A most difficult one, without so much as a blade at her disposal. She locked eyes on her foe—it met her gaze with soulless black voids. It did not move, but neither did Lae’zel. She’d stay here and watch, for as long as she could, until it gave up its secrets, but it was a formidable opponent. Finally, with a growl, she reached forward, hands wrapping around its neck as she brought it to her face.

“What is your hold on Karlach?” she spat out. “How do you have your claws so deep in such an unmatched warrior?”

Her opponent gave away nothing. Because, of course, it was a stuffed bear, and they so rarely talked back.

“Oh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Karlach said, catching sight of Lae’zel bringing Clive back up to her face to examine him. “That’s how they getcha—next you’ll be cuddling ol’ Clive. But I don’t think he’d mind at all.”

“Chk.” Lae’zel turned her gaze over to Karlach, eyes narrowed curiously at the tiefling. Yes, she was indeed still every bit the warrior she was on the battlefield—engine blazing, muscles rippling, self-assured and oh-so-deadly. So this just wasn’t wasn’t adding up.

Karlach tilted her head. “Something the matter, soldier?”

“I have seen you cleave enemies without so much as a grimace. You rage with all the power of the hells themselves. If you were to rend someone limb from limb with your bare hands, I would not be surprised. You are a formidable warrior that I respect immensely.”

“Aw, Zel, you’re making me blush,” Karlach said with a grin.

Lae’zel held up Clive. “So I do not understand why you keep…this.”

“Well, he’s cute, isn’t he?” Karlach shrugged. “I’ve always had a soft spot for cute things.”

“But what merit does it have? It does not aid you in battle.” Lae’zel narrowed her eyes as she brought Clive up to examine him again. “And you were upset when I suggested we use it for target practice.”

“Well, yeah! Clive’s been there through thick and thin for me,” Karlach said. She set her hands on her hips. “I won’t lie, I’m great at what I do. But I don’t want to do it all the time, you know? And sometimes I need a cuddle—Clive’s been a bit charred up over time, but he takes it well enough.” She looked over Lae’zel for a moment. “You know what? Give it a try.”

“What.”

Karlach waved toward Lae’zel. “Go on, give him a cuddle. I bet you’ll like it more than you think.”

“T’chk. Githyanki have no need for…cuddles. And I do not need a child’s toy for comfort.”

“Oh, I’m sure you had something just like it when you were little.”

“In the Crêche, I amused myself by cutting down the weaker children myself.”

Karlach blinked. “I…well. All right, then!” She gave a little smile and leaned in. “Come on, though,” she whispered, giving Lae’zel a goading little poke. “Just one hug. Bet you’ll like it.”

Lae’zel rolled her eyes. She looked down at Clive for a moment, then back to Karlach. After a scoff, she pulled the bear to her in a stiff hug. She was silent, face impassive.

“See? Not so bad. Now I can take him ba—”

“I am not finished.” Lae’zel’s eyes flicked up to Karlach. “I…would like to observe this for a moment longer. For reference.”

Karlach winked. “Take all the time you need, Zel. Clive’s an expert in cuddling research.”

Fictober 2023 Drabble Master Post

#fictober23 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #karlach #lae'zel #clive the bear #LET HER CUDDLE HIM

[hyperfreaksating]

Listen Kidd is probably the worst fucking person to ever look over kids I am aware, but I can easily see him becoming the triplets favorite guy ever (ironically, because Law tries his best to be a good influence and they all can’t stand him at first to some extent)

Worst guy ever.

Rory starts sobbing out of nowhere?„Why’s he crying?“ „You think a drag of my blunt would calm him down-„ „NO!“

Blaze holding his hands up to Bepo going „Beep-Boop!“? Bepo is delighted „Eeeeee so cute! I’m his uncle Beep-Boo-„ „THE FUCK DID YOU JUST CALL MY FRIEND YOU LITTLE SHIT?“

Skye toddles up to him and gives him a kiss on the cheek? „Agh! Don’t do that you little slut.“ „SHE’S THREE YEARS OLD DONT CALL HER A SLUT!!!“

And yet he’s their favorite because he’ll see them bang on the table with their tiny hands, making the glasses jump and getting cigarette ashes everywhere, but doesn’t go „Ohh oh no kid don’t do that.“ but just gives them the horns and goes „Yeaaah! Fuck it up you little punk! Killer get a load of this little anarchist here!“

Yes. 100%. Totally. Listen Red and Bugs definitely shouldn't ask him to watch their kids but..... the others would tame him a little right ?.... and they really need alone time (not to cook another bunch of triplets - they're done with that for a little while, Rory Skye and Blaze are good contraceptives - no just to sleep and shower) so... you know hey fuck off let's give the punk a try ok. (This OR they still aren't aware Kid is here when GROAR come for babysitting. When they discover it they threat to fire the messy band but too bad their three little goblins hyper attached to them already!)

Oh gosh this crossover has SO MANY DELIGHTFUL POTENTIAL my dear anon.

I think that Law would be Rory's favorite tho. Because. Obviously. Later, when Rory will be a teen, they would sigh and rant together over the global stupidity of people around them. And how amazing would it be if Law became his mentor figure like Corazon was for him? The clown cycle would repeat.

Osha are the parent's favorite because... Responsabilities and kindness much. Being the older sibling and then a cook for the Whitebeard concert hall , having to deal with this young rookie named Ace and making him eat vegetables teached them a thing or two. Even under the REALLY BAD INFLUENCE of Kid they always do a bunch of meal prep and clean all the flat before Bugs and Red come back. Immediately gaining points. (Without them they definitely wouldn't have any contract in the cross guild label, they and killer are the dogs, Law and Kid are the cheetahs. They are the big buff enby Law need to release, when he has to violently scream out his angst he does it in their chest - oh I have to draw this.)

And I think that Killer is the best babysitter because dealing with his boyfriend 24/7 is already babysitting let's be honest.

Ending this post by saying. Listen this is modern AU but devil fruit and stuff still exist, chopper would still be a reindeer, not taking the fun out of one piece here ok. Now. In this AU it's Kid who gave his devil fruit to Blaze. Just for fun.

#buggy the clown #redbomb family #redbombshipping #redbomb triplets #trafalgar op #law one piece #eustass kid #killer one piece #one piece oc #one piece au #GROAR band #G.R.O.A.R