#with finding slightly incorrect wording and stuff??

[haruchuiyo]

Captivating

You and Lieutenant Ghost dance around each other with your feelings for the other.

content: sfw, depiction of violence, mending injuries, in love!simon, lots of fluff, bare chested and back simon, he is absolutely downright in love with you (he doesn’t know it), you fall first he falls harder!trope

ghost x fem!medic reader

fyi, I’m not a medic so some stuff written in this could be incorrect ;(

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He was captivating just the way he carried himself.

The first day you saw him walking inside the room, it’s like your eyes zeroed in on him. He was quiet, gave a subtle slight nod as a greeting to everyone in the room. His eyes flickering over everyone and when his eyes landed on you and your eyes met his, you couldn’t look away.

And he held that eye contact for what felt like ages, but was in fact just a few seconds before he looked away to pay attention to what Captain Price was debriefing about. You looked at him for a few more seconds before looking away.

During the entire mission, when you had your brief freetime, your mind went to him. And when he was anywhere in your presence, your eyes found him as if it’s a reflex.

One time you got caught and you startled in surprise, you couldn’t see his expression cause of his mask but you do hope he wasn’t laughing at you behind it for being caught. Much did you know, he didn’t pay it too much mind.

Until you approached him for the first time and blurted out the first thing you could think of.

“I know how to make explosives.” What a great first greeting. And for goodness sake, you’re a medic, how do you know how to create explosives? You wanted to uppercut yourself after saying that and after seeing his reaction. The behemoth of a man in front of you was stunned in surprise. How do you know that, his eyes slightly widened in surprise. You feel your entire body heat up.

“I don’t know why I’m telling you that but I do wanna say that you need to come in for an examination.” You ramble on. “You know, for blood tests, and all the important stuff.” All the important stuff? You can’t embarrass yourself even more? “Alright, see you. And the examination has to be done this week.” You say before walking away. Then you stop before turning around and he is still standing there, much to your surprise. So you give an awkward small wave before walking away in a haste.

Ghost was speechless. As a man of few words unless necessary, he was a man of even more few words after his interaction with you. Which left an impression on him. Just a little bit. Oh how he proved himself wrong just the day and days after.

Each time, he finds himself looking at you. And he sees you look back, your eyes widen in surprise and your lips part as if you’re lost of words. During examinations, even if you don’t show it much, he feels your hands slightly shake when checking his pulse. And he sees you not holding eye contact with him for more than three seconds. And he finds it so amusing yet so endearing. He has barely uttered more than ten words to you and he already has you in shambles.

During a debrief, he hears Price talk about you coming with them during one of their missions and Simon has to physically hold himself back from walking away from the meeting, and ask you ‘why’. A medic on the field means you gotta have combat training. Do you have it? How long have you been training? Were you a soldier before being a medic? How long have been you a medic? And he finds himself asking questions that make him get to know you. On a personal level. And he doesn’t know what to make of it.

“I used to be a soldier.” You tell Ghost one day during one of weekly examinations you have with the 141 team. Ghost looks up at you, away from your hands on his bicep where you wrapped a blood pressure monitor around his bicep. And when you don’t hear a reply as usual, which you don’t mind, you turn away to check on your screen to see his other results when you hear him speak up.

“How long?” His question is so simple but it has your heart pounding so fast against your chest. His voice is so deep and has a hint of gentleness in it. He is trying his best to ask his question as gently as possible. Your heart flutters at his obvious intention.

“Five years, almost six.” You reply with a smile on your lips and you swear you heard his breath hitch before the familiar sound of the monitor beeps and you get his pulse results. It’s increased.

“Your pulse has increased since last time and your blood sugar, which you can see here,” you point at the screen thinking Ghost would look as well, when he in fact was looking at you instead while you explain his results to him.

“So make sure to do it, alright?” You tell him what he should do to maintain his pulse, blood sugar and pressure before turning to look at the screen again. He wanted so badly for you to look at him rather than the screen, he wanted to grab your chin and turn it so you look at him and him only. Not his pulse, blood pressure or anything else. I’m pathetic. Ghost wants to uppercut himself. Johnny would have a fun field day if he heard what he is thinking right now, and he shudders internally at the amount of teasing Johnny would have if he knew.

After your first field mission as a medic not as a soldier, you finally got back to the base. Not unscratched though, you have a cut from when a bullet grazed your arm which you knew wouldn’t give a long lasting impact.

A bullet just grazed your left arm when you felt pain on your entire left arm just a few seconds after. You heard Ghost yell orders at someone in the radio before you see him running towards you, kneeling in front of you before grabbing you to the side for safety and to avoid more wounds. He places you against a metal board and you hear him frantically tell you to stay awake.

“Stay awake for me, love? Alright?” Why is he saying that? That’s when you hear ringing in your ears and your visions getting blurry before you feel Ghost patting your cheeks rather harshly, which wakes you up for some reason.

“Good girl, your pupils are clear and now eyes open, copy?” He orders and you nod. “Copy, sir.” He nods at you before speaking into the radio and you look down at your left arm and see a bullet hit you and you put pressure on the wound. The bullet are gonna feel like torture to take out. You think to yourself, sighing amongst the chaos. You see Ghost reach behind himself and you see his small box of first aid kit. You can’t help but chuckle at that.

“You’re the medic here now.” You giggle and Ghost gives you a look. How can you be giggling during a time like this? He wraps your wound in a haste and you hiss in pain when he grabs you up with your right arm.

“Johnny took down the rest, now let’s get to safety.” He tells you. “Yes, sir.” You manage to utter out. Your left arms hurt like a meteorite hit you.

Back at the base, you redid your wound and amidst the chaos on the field, you managed to take out the bullet and the fragments. Thankfully you only had your left arm shot, which is less of a damage than what Soap received on the sides of his stomach. And Ghost has knife wounds on his back and the rest of the team was left uninjured.

You managed to stitch him up after telling him take his shirt off despite your left arm, while Soap was on pain relievers Ghost was still as a statue as you stitched him up.

“All done.” You say before sighing because of the pain in your left arm. “You good, doc?” You hear Soap ask despite his own pain.

“Yeah don’t worry about me, let me know if the pain doesn’t subside.” You tell him as he nods and give you a thumbs up before he gives in to sleep. You look at Ghost who is now standing up beside you, shirt on. Which bummed you out a little bit.

“Be careful with the stitches, or I need to redo them.” You tell him with a smile on your face before leaving the room with him and Soap in it. Then you went back and walked into the room, Ghost was still there, feeling on his stitches through his shirt as he watched his comrade rest. His face turns to look at you when he hears you speak up.

“I’m gonna need to check on them again though, so I call on you when needed.” You say with a sheepish grin. “Thank you.” You hear him say and your heart flutters at that.

“It’s nothing, just doing my job.” You say softly. And you see his eyes soften and which has you wanting to melt to the floor.

Weeks after that day, you call Ghost back in to check on his stitches. He turned around and lifted up the back of his shirt but to no avail, it showed partially off his back. You see him look at you over his shoulders and your body feels hot. Alone in a room with a half naked man you can’t help but be captivated by, does things to you and when he takes his shirt off, you see the wounds on his back. Healed wounds and the stitches turned into fine scars.

“They’ve healed beautifully.” He hears you say from behind him. He’s never found his scars beautiful, just a reminder of what happened and his past. But if you think they’re beautiful, then so be it.

Ghost feels you graze your hands over his newly healed scars and he feels like a volcano erupted inside him. If she keeps touching me like that, I’m gonna walk out of this room without saying anything. Fortunately, you pulled back your hand which was also an unfortunate thing because Simon do want your touch on his skin. I feel so conflicted, I don’t know what to do around her. Should I talk? Should I just stare at her? Not talk? Her lips look so beautiful, I wanna taste them- and now I’m getting ahead of myself.

He still hasn't turned around to face you.

“How do you feel, by the way.” You ask him, wanting his input on his healed wounds. You see him do a slight shrug with his shoulders before you hear a simple “Good.” from him. It’s so him to be so straightforward, you can’t help but smile at that. He’s quite endearing.

“Alright, we are done here.” You tell him before noting down his results on his medical reports. As you look up, you see him stand up and he stretches his back, showing his muscles and you can’t help but stare until you see him turn around. Bare chest right in front of you and you look away after staring for a good three seconds. He really is a behemoth of a man.

He didn’t miss the look on your face at the sight of his chest and he can imagine the look when you saw his back. He felt your eyes on him. Everytime he’s in your presence, he is so conscious of you he doesn’t miss a thing.

“Am I dismissed, ma’am?” He hears himself say, feeling like teasing you. He sees you look up so fast like your neck would snap. You’re so endearing.

“Ma’am?” You blurt out before you wave him away, “Yes yes, you’re dismissed.” Simon just loves it when you trip on your words. You’re kind of cute. Kind of? Very cute. Yes, Johnny would definitely have a fun field day if he knew what I was saying.

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i want to kiss this man.

If you’ve come this far, a reblog, feedbacks and likes would soo much much appreciated :3

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[silentcrowsilentravens]

Good day Raven! Could you please write Resident Evil's villainess's reacting to their SO calling them cute?

Just because they're murderers and stuff doesn't mean that I don't do this constantly.

Mother Miranda, Donna Beneviento, Daniela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrescu, Alex Wesker, and Alcina Dimitrescu reacting to their s/o calling them cute.

(Gender neutral).

Warnings: brief reference to sex.

Masterlists here!

Mother Miranda

You are not only the only person to consider Mother Miranda cute of all things, but also the only person comfortable enough with her to say it to her face. 

When the words first leave your lips, you make her pause what she's doing.

It takes her a moment to fully process what you said. Then, she slowly turns her head to look at you and hits you with a >:^ face.

You're lucky that you're cute and Miranda loves you. Otherwise, a comment like that would make her kill you where you stand <3

She seems genuinely offended that you would regard her in such a way. Have you forgotten who she is? The things she’s done? What’s she capable of? How could you—

(Alright, maybe there’s a very, very small part of Miranda that’s... amused? Clearly, she’s too soft with you).

(Not that she’s going to do anything about it). 

“I am most certainly not ‘cute’,” she tells you flatly before returning to her work. 

Donna Beneviento

Uh oh! Seems that you've rendered Donna unable to form a coherent sentence!

Or thought, for that matter. 

The remark instantly flusters her. Her brain is just going agdadjshkjakall.

She bows her head down slightly. 

Although she has her veil on, she brings her hands up to cover her cheeks, which you’ve managed to make flush red.

I hope that you plan on paying Angie the same compliment because she’ll be upset and offended if you don’t. 

And she’ll probably bite your ankle. Or whatever gets closest to her mouth first. She isn’t picky. 

Daniela Dimitrescu

Daniela is super fucking cute and she knows it. A cute lil' 6'3" murderous fly woman <3

And she loves hearing you call her cute. It’s one of her favorite compliments to receive. 

You say the word and Dani just...

Gives you a big ol’ (often bloody) grin. Starts full on cheesing. 

You get to hear a giggle from her as well. 

She tells you that you are too, and then she gives you a quick kiss. 

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Cassandra immediately bristles and gives you an offended look. 

Cute? Cute??? Never before has a mortal dared to say that to her. 

...You know, when she thinks about it, you’ve dared to do a whole lot around her that most other mortals don’t. 

That’s the thing that drew Cass to you in the first place. 

 "And?" she eventually says.

Upon reflection, surprisingly, she doesn't mind being called cute. By you and you alone, that is. 

...As long as you also call her fearsome or hot right after.

"And also so very terrifying."

Oh! If you're going to go around saying it, it better be in private. She will be genuinely upset if others are around. Especially her sisters. She would never hear the end of it. 

Bela Dimitrescu

Bela is quiet for a moment. 

“No <3.”

“No?” you echo.

In her eyes, you are mistaken. Wrong. Factually incorrect!

You see, that is a word Bela sometimes uses to describe you, but it simply is not applicable to her. 

Don’t even try to argue with her. After all the time that Bela has spent around her sisters, she’s gotten very good at winning arguments.  You will lose.

Alex Wesker

At first, Alex doesn't even realize that you're talking to her.

She does hear you, though, and wonders what the hell has you using that loving tone you reserve just for her.

When Alex turns to you and finds your gaze on her, she is not very amused.

Cute is not a descriptor she’s going to let you use for her. 

Alex will let you get away with it just this once. But do that again and she'll take you to the bedroom to punish you. Then you'll see just how "cute" she is.

...Well, I guess that might be an incentive for you to keep saying it...

Alcina Dimitrescu

Many words have been used to describe Lady Alcina Dimitrescu and cute is not one of them.

When you call her that, it fully takes her aback.

You can't help it, though. This woman can be so ridiculously soft with you, and when she gives you a blatantly pouty look? Right after you push back her request to cuddle a few minutes so that you can finish what you're doing? It's cute.

Alcina straightens up and by the expression on her face, you'd think that you just said the most insulting thing possible.

She lets out a scoff.

The scoff is then followed by her going on an impressively long rant about the reasons why you’re wrong.

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[whore-for-chris-evans]

I lack the wisdom required to write this fic, but I hope someone skilled enough takes the initiative to.

Have any of you ever thought about Steve Rogers waking up from the ice and not going back to fighting?

He wakes up, Fury tells him he needs him, and Steve makes a choice for himself and says no, at least for now. Fury respects that choice, Steve gets a therapist (a good one, not Dr. Christina Passive-Aggressive Raynor) and uses his second chance in life to do the things he actually wanted to. Art. History. Maybe he goes to college again.

On top of all this, he figures out the internet (come on, he's a smart man. He's not gonna be clueless forever) and you know golden boy Steve would jump at the chance of using social media for a good cause.

And I also think Steve would be great at debates. The fucker (affectionate) has a way with words. He's also a nerd. He's well informed and has quick thinking skills. He gets into online fights a lot. Tweets and retweets a hell lot.

Gets Tumblr. (Steve would love tumblr don't lie to me) Reblogs things like it's his last day on earth. (But somehow makes sure to utilise the tag feature perfectly so everything is organised).

Some dudebro makes a misogynistic comment and he's there to verbally drop kick Dudebro into the next week.

Somebody makes an offhand comment regarding something historical and Steve gets his trusty motorcycle and drives his star spangled fine ass to the library and the next day there's a video circulating the internet of him citing sources (down the page number, paragraph number and line number) to prove why the offhand comment was grossly incorrect.

Someone angrily reposts his tweet saying "THAT IS NOT THE AMERICA OF MY DREAMS TALKING" and Steve proceeds to respond with "I'm a person. I can't be a country. What I can try to be is a good human being." and then absolutely demolishes the other person. (Yes to Steve reclaiming himself as Steve Rogers and not Captain America)

He also posts art. Like, everyday. But it gets slightly overshadowed by everything else he does and says.

He has a separate Instagram. For more personal stuff. Pictures of himself? Rarely. Pictures of birds and animals and trees and sunrises and sunsets? Absolutely. Pictures of the cat and the dog he rescued and now is a proud dad to? Everyday. (He's definitely a both person.) Maybe someday he'll step out of his comfort zone and start going live. Everyone loves him. Everyone rational, that is.

He stays away from tiktok.

2014. Fury shows up at his apartment and gets shot. Something stirs in Steve's brain as the masked assassin catches his shield. Those eyes seem familiar. Despite his reservations, he jumps back into the fray. The whole CATWS thing happens.

He finds Bucky. Brings him home. Fights tooth and nail for the charges against him to be dropped. He's got 70 years of military back-pay, he's got no problem getting the best lawyers (Matt Murdock is definitely among them) for the love of his life.

Anyways Bucky is set free. Moves in with Steve. People start gushing over him too. He stays out of Steve's internet life at first, but then the old Bucky comes back little by little. Maybe he'll join the livestreams. Maybe he'll make an Instagram of his own to post more of Steve.

People, being people, start shipping them. The two of them have a good laugh over it.

One day, out of nowhere, Steve shows up on one of his livestreams wearing a wedding ring. Comments go crazy. Bucky joins him on the couch, throws an arm around his shoulder, flashing his own matching band, smirking lazily.

The rest is mayhem. But they don't care. For Steve, life is perfect.

[I'd love to see Steve Rogers vs internet troll he'd eat that up]

I hope the good Steve Rogers authors see this. This has potential I think.

#steve rogers #steve and bucky #bucky barnes #stucky #steve rogers and bucky barnes #captain america #marvel #avengers #chris evans #sebastian stan

[daddyy333]

Take care of yourself | Eddie Munson x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 1.0k

warnings: reader has low iron, reader passes out, ?

if I got any information about having low iron incorrect, please let me know and I will correct it

summary: Eddie just wants you take care of yourself



You should’ve known better. You’d run out of your iron supplements weeks ago and kept forgetting to buy them again. You felt fine for a while, and then all your symptoms came back. You kept meaning to buy it, truly, but things would come up or you’d be so exhausted you forgot everything and just focused on getting home.

Today, you felt the worst you’ve ever felt in your life. Your entire body felt heavy, and you were so dizzy you almost felt like you were swaying all day (you definitely were), and your manager sent you home because you looked sick.

“Baby?” Eddie said as you walked in the door. You sighed, rubbing your eyes as you set your keys down and hung your bag up. He walked over and kissed your head, a little surprised when your sort of leaned all your weight on him.

“You tired?” He asked and you nodded. He rubbed your back and said “let me make you something to eat first, go get comfy” “no it’s okay” you mumbled, slowly walking to the bedroom. Eddie noticed how weak you seemed and quickly grabbed your hips to steady you.

“My love, what’s going on?” He asked and you shook your head. You shivered a little, feeling really cold before you said “it’s nothing, I’m just really tired” “alright,” he said cautiously. He kissed your head and you made your way to the bedroom.

You sighed, slipping off your shirt and pants and turning on the shower. You shivered slightly, brushing through your hair. You felt so weak, you couldn’t wait to sleep.

You lost your balance trying to step into the shower, at least that’s what you tried to convince Eddie has happened. What really happened was you completely passed out and barely missed the handle of the shower as you fell.

“Baby!” Eddie yelled, running into the bathroom. He turned off the shower, and scooped you up into his arms, kissing your head a few times. He rubbed your arm and said “baby, baby wake up for me, yea? Come on, y/n, stop scaring me”

You groaned and squirmed in his arms, making him sigh a breath of relief. “Sweetheart, please, please calm down it’s just me” “I’m fi- I’m fine, Eddie. I just slipped” you said and tried to get out of his arms. He held you tight and you weren’t nearly strong enough to fight back.

“Babe, when was the last time you took your iron pills?” He asked and you groaned. He tapped your cheek, thinking you were losing consciousness again. You sighed and said “um…I don’t know, a few weeks ago? Please don’t- d-don’t take me the hospital. We can’t afford it”

“Weeks? God, baby you’re killing me. And yourself, fuck’s sake!” He said and scooped you up. You sniffled and said “I’m so tired, Eddie” “I know, I know my love” he said and set you on the bed, smoothing your hair back.

He went to the kitchen to find your list of “iron good foods” that you wrote a long time ago so when you needed to keep your iron levels up when your meds ran out you could at least try to by eating these things. Eddie got you a whole platter of everything you had in the kitchen that was on your list and made his way to the room.

“Eddie…it’s cold” you said, shaking slightly. You were panting softly, curled up under the blanket. He caressed your cheek and said “baby, eat some of this stuff. I’m gonna run to Walgreens and get your prescription. I’m gonna have Max come watch you while I’m gone”

He had to get out of there fast, you looked so tired and weak it was breaking his heart. You reached out and grabbed his hand, beginning to scare yourself now. “Wait, wait don’t leave” you said and sighed.

He couldn’t help it as the tears streamed down his cheeks. He remembered the first time this happened and you being in the hospital and discovering your ridiculously low iron levels, it all brought back so much fear and anxiety.

“What’s wrong baby? Do I need to get you to the hospital?” He asked, voice shaky and strained. You whimpered and said “no, no…I just- I-I can’t breathe” “it’s okay, it’s okay just take some deep breaths for me” he said as he caressed your cheek.

When you were feeling a little less like you were gonna pass out 29 times in one minute he got up and called Max to have her get your prescription and some hydration packets as well.

You ended up taking a nap and when you woke up you were feeling better. You knew it would take a couple weeks to actually feel more human and less zombie but you could at least take that shower you wanted and walk around the house.

“You can’t do that again. You know how poorly your body stores iron, you can’t forget to take it. Who knows how much longer you would’ve gone had this not happened, you know eventually it becomes toxic. You have to take care of yourself, babe” he said as he cupped your cheeks, kissing your head.

You nodded and said “I know, I’ve just been so busy and it’s honestly just really stupid that I’ll depend on this stupid pill forever. I hate it, and I wish I wouldn’t pass out because of some stupid thing in my body keeping me from getting one stupid freaking vitamin” “I know gorgeous, I know it’s stupid” he said and you buried your head in his chest.

You took a deep breath and said “I’m sorry I scared you” “it’s okay, I’m just glad I was here. I think I would’ve passed out too if I came home to find you like that” he said and chuckled. You giggled and looked up at him.

“You must really love me if you’re this worked up” you said and he rolled his eyes. You giggled even more and he said “this is what it takes for you to realize?” He shook his head and kissed you softly, grinning at how cute you look.

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@tlclick73 @munsonmecrazy

@prestinalove @nevermoreraven1

As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Lo’ak

Neteyam

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes

CW!Bucky Barnes

Chris Evans

Geralt of Rivia

Henry Cavill

Chris Sturniolo

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and l'll add you :)

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[fluentmoviequoter]

Sunshine in the Darkness

Summary - Dalton finds shy!reader hiding in an empty room at the frat party, and his world brightens. 1.7k+ words

Warnings - large fluff, medium angst, Dalton complains a lot at first then gets flirty, incorrect description of how Dalton enters the Further, open ending

A/N - Here is the runner up from my poll! This is one of the first fic ideas I had while watching the movie so I had fun writing it. I edited and proofread but please let me know if I missed anything or what you think! Enjoy!! :)

Dalton meant it when he said he did not want to go to the frat party. Meant it when he told his dad. Chris. Himself. Yet here he is – declining diaper pudding and walking through the crowd in front of the door. Although Chris is in front of him and facing the other way, she feels Dalton’s eyes roll during Nick’s speech. As the chanting ends and the music resume, Dalton tries expressing his opinion again in hopes that Chris will allow him to leave.

“This party’s lame!” he yells over the noise.

“Agreed,” Chris seconds as she turns toward him.

Dalton’s hopes of leaving are crushed by Chris stating she wants to go through the stuff in the house, directing Dalton toward the stairs. He releases a sigh as she starts testing doorknobs.

“Check the one at the end,” Chris says as she starts down the hall. 

Dalton rolls his eyes for the approximate hundredth time as he drags his feet to the end of the hall.

“’The night Dalton Lambert had fun,’ she said. Yeah, having so much fun,” he complains as he goes.

He grabs a doorknob and twists it, preparing to tell Chris it’s locked before it swings open. Dalton looks over his shoulder to call Chris, but something diverts his attention – a sniffle? Taking a step inside, Dalton closes the door behind him and walks further into the seemingly empty bedroom. As he rounds the bed, he sees someone sitting against the wall with their knees pulled up to their chest.

“Oh, sorry. I was-“ Dalton trails off with his thumb pointing over his shoulder. “Are you ok?”

You look up and locks eyes with him. In incredibly stark contrast to every other moment of his life, Dalton Lambert has only one thing on his mind. You. Without knowing your name, who you are, or anything else about you, you managed to calm the storm in Dalton’s life.

“I’m ok,” you answer quietly, drawing his attention again. “Just trying to get away from all the people.”

Dalton nods as he watches you play with your fingers hooked under your bent knees. 

“Dolphin?” Someone yells from the hallway, causing you to flinch and bring your legs closer, ducking your head again.

“Give me a few minutes, Chris,” Dalton says through a crack in the door.

“Do you have a girl in there?” Chris asks with a huge smile. She tries to push the door open, saying, “Let me in, Dalton!”

“Chris,” Dalton interjects, gently pushing her back into the hallway. “Give me a few minutes. Guard the door if you want, but wait, alright?”

You don’t hear her say anything else, but the music is muffled again as the door is closed. Dalton enters your sight again, and you relax slightly. 

“May I?” Dalton asks, gesturing to the floor in front of you.

You nod, watching as he sits down. He’s within reach of you but not overbearingly close. Leaning against the bed, he stretches his legs out. 

“So,” he begins, “why come to a party if you don’t like the people?”

You shrug again. Dalton stares at you, smiling as you fail to hide your small smile before looking away again. He watches you for another moment, trying to decide if he should keep talking or leave you alone.

“I didn’t want to come,” you admit quietly. As Dalton's eyes connect with yours, you look at your knees and continue. “To the party, I mean. My roommate dragged me and then left with some guy so I’m alone now.”

“My roommate forced me to come too,” Dalton explains. “She’s the one who tried to force the door down a minute ago. Means well, I think, unlike yours.”

You nod, feeling shy again under his gaze.

“What’s your name?” Dalton tries.

You whisper your name, then ask, “Yours is Dalton?”

“How’d you know?”

“Your roommate said it in the hall.”

“Alright,” Dalton says as he stands. He reaches a hand down to you, smiling as you look between his face and hand. “You obviously don’t want to stay. I don’t either. Let’s go.”

You swallow and wipe your hand on your shirt before taking his hand. He immediately wraps his hand around yours and pulls you to your feet, causing you to fall against his chest. Dalton’s arm wraps around your shoulders, holding you close as you look up at him.

“You always this shy or is it the party?” he asks quietly.

“I think it’s you,” you admit breathily, maintaining eye contact.

Dalton’s eyes widen, as does his smile. “Not so shy now, are we?” he exclaims.

You try to pull away, but he wraps his other arm around you, forcing you to hide your face against his chest.

“I’m sorry. I’ll stop if you want,” Dalton says in your ear.

“It’s fine. You’re- you’re easier to talk to than most people.”

“Dalton, we need to go. Now!” A voice you recognize as Dalton’s roommate says as the door opens. “Hi! I’m Chris! Dalton, now!”

Dalton keeps his arm around your shoulders as you navigate the party and exit into the front yard. As you turn to walk down the street, Chris elbows Dalton.

“I’m going to my new dorm. You two have fun,” Chris says before walking in the opposite direction.

Dalton’s arm remains firmly around you as he begins walking.

“Why’d you stay?” you ask once the noise from the frat party is in the distance. “When you walked in the room and saw me you could’ve just left. Why’d you stay and talk to me?”

“Thought you could use a friend. Maybe I knew we both needed a friend.”

“Thank you.”

“Hey, let’s turn here,” he says when you approach a dark intersection. “Something happened when I was younger and now I don’t really like the dark. Sorry.”

“No problem,” you respond as you turn. “And don’t apologize; everyone is scared of something.”

Dalton invited you to hang out in his dorm room after class the next evening, then insisted you accept. He is drawing when you arrive, and you wave him off, encouraging him to finish. You watch his back, your interest growing by the second.

“What are you drawing?” you ask quietly.

“You.”

You laugh, thinking he’s joking before the power shuts off and all of his lamps and lights go off. You stand up and move to stand beside him.

“Not right now,” he mutters, sounding utterly broken.

Kneeling by his chair, you take his hand in yours. “The power will be back on soon. Everything is alright.”

“You need to leave,” he says.

You begin to question him when he raises his voice. “Go! Now!”

As you pull your hand from him, it’s like another switch is flipped. The room feels darker now as he lurches forward to grab your hand again.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please don’t leave me. I’m just scared, and I didn’t mean it. Please don’t leave me," Dalton begs, grasping your hand tightly.

He’s out of the chair now, kneeling in front of you. You move your free hand to the back of his head, and he leans against you, pressing his face into your stomach. After a few minutes, bordering on eternity, you hear a small crackling as the power returns. Dalton looks up at you with teary eyes.

“How’d you do that?” he asks.

You look at him, drawn back into yourself because he yelled at you to leave. He realizes what he did and stands quickly, one hand raising to your cheek as the other holds steady on your hand.

“I didn’t mean any of that. I yelled at you because I thought you were in danger. Please don't stop talking to me. I need you,” Dalton admits to you and himself.

“How did I do what?” you ask, voice barely audible even though Dalton is inches from you.

“You kept me here.”

You swallow and look up at him, eyes following a tear as it travels down his face.

“Danger from what?”

“Me. I can astral project and the last few times the lights have gone out like that it’s been violent. Even in this realm. But you kept me here.”

You hug him, unsure how to respond to all the information he just told you. His arms wrap around you, holding you as tightly as he can.

“There's one other reason I stayed last night,” he whispers in your ear. “You’re beautiful, you're bright. Once I saw you, you were the only thing I could think about. So, I couldn’t leave. Not when you lit up what has been a very dark world.”

You smile into his shoulder before pulling back to look at him. “You’re scared of the dark and you just compared me to light. That’s kinda romantic, Dalton.”

His gaze drops to your lips before he states, “I can be much more romantic, Sunshine.”

You feel embarrassment creeping up in the form of a smile and hide your face in his chest again.

“You didn’t say anything about everything else I said,” he points out.

“I believe you. If that’s what you want to know.”

“What do you want to do? Since I fought so hard to get you to come over and we can finally enjoy some time that’s just us.”

You shake your head, burrowing further into his chest, unable to explain that being with him is enough.

“She’s back,” Dalton hums, more to himself than you.

He removes a hand from your back and twists to do something. Before you can look up to see what he's doing, he falls backward onto his bed with you in his arms.

“I’m glad I went to that party,” Dalton says as he rubs your back.

“Me too,” you admit quietly, looking at the art decorating the wall behind you.

“Want to go to another one?”

You shake your head and find it in yourself to look up at him again. “What are you going to do? About the projection and the door in the picture?”

He looks at the picture of the door, then back at you. “Figure out how to close it. Forever.”

“You said ‘us’ earlier. What does that mean?”

“I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“You seem too comfortable to get shy about the answer right now. So, tomorrow, Sunshine.”

“Tomorrow,” you repeat.

Later that night, Dalton thinks about you as he settles into a dreamless sleep or perhaps a false sense of security. Either way, all he can think of now is you and tomorrow.

#dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert imagine #dalton lambert fluff #dalton lambert fic #dalton lambert #insidious #insidious the red door

[oleander-nin]

Writing advice(hopefully)

I TAKE EVERYTHING BACK I SAID I DO HAVE A METHOD TO WRITING. I JUST DIDN'T REALIZE IT WAS A METHOD BECAUSE I'VE DONE IT FOR SO LONG.

advice under cut

Before you write something, flesh the ENTIRE thing out. I don't mean like kinda do a couple word summary, I mean write the basics before you write how the basics go together. You want to write about a picnic? Flesh out things they might say during it, what their bringing, who's making the food, etc etc.

Examples from my own writing doc for my most recent posted fic->

As you can see, it's long, and tells me most of what I need. It's also not organized, and many things are misspelled or grammatically incorrect. This is because my main goal was to get a basic plan out, not to make it look pretty. I also had three slightly different ideas I could go with before deciding on which I wanted. The more you have down, the easier it will be. I also color code mine, but that's not necessary, it's just ease of use. I can explain my color coding if needed, but I won't until asked.

2. Write in chunks. Do you have that really specific scenario already planned out? Write it first. You can make the rest around it, but once you get at least that small bit out, the rest can come naturally.

3. Keep yourself occupied. I get bored easily if I'm just writing, so I have to be doing other things at the same time. Just make sure it's something simple so you don't get distracted. I personally use my cat as to keep my stimulated(?) enough to continue. You could mimic something like this by putting on music/shows in the background, or writing multiple fics at once.

4. Don't force yourself if you can. I know I said I do earlier, but that was mostly a joke. I write to deal with stress, so writing in itself calms me down. It's difficult to do something if I'm not perfectly in tune with it. If a request is proving to be difficult, or an idea isn't doin what you want, change it up a bit until it fits into the puzzle better. You'd rather have a changed fic than no fic.

5. Use prompt generators for ideas if you're stuck. I personally have a big tin of cookie fortunes and verbs/nouns so I pick two up and create a story around that. It helps get your brain going. And you can keep doing this until something sparks.

6. Stay as focused as you can. Close other tabs, keep your eyes on your writing, stuff like that. I know this may seem to conflict with the 'keeping yourself occupied' one, but you really have to find the right balance for you. For example, I can't have music playing, but I CAN talk to other people while I write. Play around until you find your zone.

7. Try not to edit as you go. It's okay to fix a word or two as needed, but once something takes over 5 minutes to fix, you should skip it and move on. Your main goal should be able to get it all down so you have something to edit eventually.

8. If you forget a word, don't dwell on it too much. Just put something as a safeholder(ie: Elephant, Jumanji, etc), highlight it, and move on. You can shoot a friend a text to help find the word, but don't stress if nothing matches what you're thinking of. You can figure it out after, or find a new word.

9. If you get stuck while writing, go back about three to five sentences and read it over. See if you can continue going, or find what you need to change. It doesn't have to be a huge change, it just has to be enough to get you going again. And if you can't figure it out? Skip it and write the rest and figure out the transition later.

10. Use references throughout you're writing. Whether it's on the world, injuries, dialogue, emotion portrayal, or anything in between, do research and find references. It can help make connections in your brain as well as make it easier to write. For many fanfics, if you look up the fandom's wiki, their personalities will be included in their character's article.

I think that's it for now, I might add more later. I really hope this make an inkling of sense, I got frustrated after Tumblr deleted half of what I wrote the first time around. Apologies for the rambles, I am neither good with words, neither with explaining myself in a coherent manner. If anyone needs/wants extra clarification, don't be shy to ask. And my sincerest apologies for not saying this in a reblog @itsyagurlchip, but it was starting to get long and I hate how you can't collapse reblogs so I put it here. If you need me to, I can copypaste and put it as a reblog.

#writing help #creative writing #writing advice

[writer-of-the-lamb]

"darkwood dating" - cotl oneshot

--the lamb shoots his shot. narinder replies accordingly--

The sun shone through the thick forest canopy, casting dappled light onto Narinder and the lamb as they wandered. Holding a map from Clauneck in his hands, the lamb turned to face him.

"We have arrived."

Narinder raised an eyebrow, all three eyes looking around skeptically. "..Arrived where, exactly?"

The lamb flourished his arm outwards, conjuring a picnic blanket in checkered red from his crown before adding a wooden table atop it. Narinder watched him craft, giving the crown's eye a dirty look.

Sometimes he kicked himself for giving that thing away.

The lamb pulled back a chair, bowing slightly and looking up to Narinder. "Take a seat." he said, grinning.

Disgusted, Narinder sat himself down. "How will this help us harvest for the feast tonight?" he asked as the lamb sat across from him and leant onto his elbows.

"Oh that was a lie. I already have stuff ready." The lamb revealled nonchalantly, tilting his head. "Soo..."

Unamused, Narinder scowled. "So what?"

"How are yooou?"

"I beg your pardon."

"You enjoying the weather?" The lamb tried again, winking with a click of his tongue.

Narinder's face scrunched in horror. "Are you...attempting to advance on me?"

The lamb's eyes crinkled in a smile. "Now who implied that?" he said innocently.

"W- you are asking me mundane questions. Am I incorrect to assume that is not an attempt at being forward?" Narinder argued, waving his hands.

The lamb chuckled, eyes glistening merrily. "I think you're being forward."

Narinder's eye twitched. "What is this." he whispered, terrified, scanning the perimeter of the forest clearing they were in, "This is a trap."

"I'd never."

"You just killed a follower in cold blood after she neglected to tend the farms."

The lamb giggled, almost airily. "Whoopsie."

Narinder broke his gaze off of the lamb, watching the swaying camellia like they were about to jump out and kill him. "Forgive me, but I am incredibly suspicious of your motives."

"Why's that?" The lamb asked, grinning again.

Narinder paused, eyes narrowed. "Forget it." he muttered, turning away in his chair. "Must we sit here for longer?"

"Until you answer my questions, yes."

A loud groan.

"Ask me your ridiculous queries, then." Narinder mumbled, clenching his jaw.

The lamb beamed, now kicking his feet under the table. "How are you on this fine day, then?" he chirped, tilting his head.

"Indifferent."

"How do you find the weather?"

"Palatable."

"How do you find the flowers?"

"The colour is acceptable."

"What about Darkwood?" "It was better before this."

The lamb laughed - a merry laugh Narinder didn't think he'd quite heard before. There'd been a lot of chuckles, snickers, snorts at his expense...especially when he had been dethroned...but a laugh?

Narinder's face softened slightly as the lamb wiped his eyes.

"I'd apologise but I don't entirely care about you hating me." he chuckled, grinning.

"I don't hate you."

The lamb's gaze snapped back onto him.

Narinder pursed his lips, looking away.

"Repeat that?" The lamb asked wide-eyed, leaning forward.

"No."

"Be prepared to sit here forever then."

A pause.

"I simply stated...that I do not despise your presence before me in the circumstance of a table-sat gathering."

"You like me."

"If any soul here favours someone, it is you toward I." Narinder scoffed. "You are a pathetically obvious fool, Lamb. One I regrettably enjoy tolerating."

"Your fancy words don't hide your true feelings." The lamb smirked, "How would you feel if I was 'advancing' on you?" he asked, using air quotes.

"Disgusted." Narinder replied.

The lamb rolled his eyes, chuckling.

"..but not impartial."

The lamb waggled his eyebrows. "Pathetic display, truly. I have been better wooed by specks of dirt." Narinder said, fighting a smile.

The lamb leaned forward on his elbows, whispering. "Specks of dirt wouldn't dare approach you under my gaze."

Narinder felt the sun get hotter on his face. "Your sudden vocabulary change does not impress me, Lamb."

The lamb stood from his seat, walking over. "So if I told you something like 'the crimson upon these flowers has nothing on the divine red of your soul', you wouldn't be interested?"

Narinder shut his mouth.

The lamb stepped back, chuckling. "We can go back now, by the way. I'm shooting a shot." he grinned. "Can't blame me fo-" Narinder rose from his seat, abruptly seizing the lamb by his robe and kissing him firmly.

The lamb's eyes widened just as Narinder let him go, turning on his heel back toward the cult.

"Are you advancing on me?" The lamb mocked, running after him.

Narinder smiled a small smile. "Now who implied that?"

#cotl #narilamb #BRAINROT IS REAL ARGHHH #I LOVE THEM SMM #theyre gay your honour #cult of the lamb #fic #oneshot #narinder x lamb #darkwood

[cannibalovers]

Hannibal song of the day: song no. 8

a bit about the song:

"Parasite"(released in 2010) is a song by How To Destroy Angels(HTDA), a music project by Trent Reznor(NIN) featuring his wife, Mariqueen Maandig Reznor, Atticus Ross and Rob Sheridan. His wife has taken over his usual lead vocalist position, with him taking on the background vocals, although in this song, both of them sing all the lines are the same time (although Mariqueen's voice is still quite dominant). The song fits the experimental, eletronica and post-industrial genres, beginning with a building guitar noise, thick drums soon come in, followed by more discordant guitar screeches. All the guitars soon stop and the drums and a synth bass are left to play behind Trent Reznor's and Mariqueen Maandig Reznor's low, smooth vocals and dominant drums, with the screechy, haunting guitars coming back in later. The lyrics are quite intimate, presenting two subjects talking, maybe asking each other questions about each other and answering them. They are slowly becoming each other, infecting each other, like parasites.

ngl it was hard to find anything about the set meaning, only everything about Trent's style and how he has mixed it with his wife and others, producing this album (so basically about the sound and production) so i guess this will be fully just my interpretation. very hannigram, once again, i have some other songs that remind me of other characters and stuff im gonna have to do smth about those too at some point lol

and again quite short, the song is very instrumental and feel based in my opinion but anyhow

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Verse 1

"Yes, I can feel you

Yes, I believe

Yes, you can have me

Yes, I can breathe

Parasite

Yes, now I need you

Yes, you are mine

Yes, you have shown me

Yes, you define

Parasite"

through the whole song, the lines are sung at the same time, creating a feeling of unity and harmony, which the subjects seem to be agreeing to feel. They both feel and need each other, they believe in each other, they agree to devotion to each other and admitting how they have changed after being with each other, they let each other be dependent on one another - it seems like they're merging, like parasites. Maybe they chose the word parasite due to it's slightly negative connotations, maybe that's how the rest of the world sees them, infecting, controversial and desperate and obsessive with their love or unrightous and incorrect - considering that this is most likely based on Mariqueen and Trent, they have rattled the world a bit, Trent being the frontman of a harsh rock band known for its depressing and angry themes and involvement in drugs, Nine Inch Nails and Mariqueen bit less rattling, having been a former vocalist of West Indian Girls and a Playboy model for one of their magazines, but them two together - that have rattled the world, receiving some negative and racist reaction after finding out about the two getting married, even producing a song called "The Space In Between" which talks about their relationship and how the media has been treating them.

for hannigram, these lyrics remind me of them due to this, how they view unity and courtship. They seem to infect each other like parasites - they are quite dangerous to each other and to others around them. Hannibal seems to be like a parasite, he latched himself into Will and since then, hasn't let go of the idea that Will should be his and like him, trying to turn Will into him and understand him as he slowly feeds off of Will's sanity. Will recognises that after realising that Hannibal framed him for his own murders and tries to get revenge, letting Hannibal indulge in him and try to pretend to become Hannibal to try and frame him too, but this ends up with them slowly become more and more dependent on each other, to the point where they can't deny it anymore. It wasn't Will's intention at first, but as time passed by, they both have willingly began to accept each other and Will finally let Hannibal in. Both feel and need each other, they believe in each other, they agree to devotion to each other and admit to how they have changed each other.

in conclusion this is their song fr (<- what i say about every song i ever hear)

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additional notes:

i've learned whilst researching for this that another song by htda, "the space in between" was actually used in a promo for hannibal holy shit i have this song in my playlist i am so writing about that one later

i have so many songs that technically apply for season 3 or where i could mention s3 and its driving me insane omfg but anyhow

i recommend the whole self-titled ep by them, it is very good

anyway hope you enjoyed<3

#Spotify #hannibal song of the day #hannibal sotd #hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannibal nbc #will graham #hannibal lecter #hannigram #murder husbands #will x hannibal #hannibal series #hannibal tv show #how to destroy angels #htda #trent reznor #mariqueen maandig #atticus ross #rob sheridan #music #rock music #electronic rock #electronica #post industrial #experimental music #industrial #song analysis #music analysis #hannibal analysis #nbc hannigram

[cyberwears]

He found his Peggy

Before Steve passed away he told (y/n) to “Find your Peggy.” Only after Steve’s funeral did he finally understand what he meant by: “Find your Peggy”.

Relationship: Bucky “James” Barnes X male!reader, Sam Wilson X male!reader (platonic)

Request: NO

Warnings: Mentions of grief, loss, broken hearts, mentions of wounds. Main character Death, surgery, mentions of ED, using sex as a form of coping (unsafely), mentions of homophobia

This one has a bit of a set up. I will not apologize for there the background though mainly angst with very little fluff. I am not/ was not in the military, so I apologize if anything is incorrect or inaccurate

(y/n) grew up alone. Never looking back or relying on people. Not once in his life did he think things were ever going to go his way. Lost his mother and father at a young age, lost his grandparents shortly after, being disowned by what was left of his family for being queer after they promised they would always stick together. (y/n) knew disappointment and resentment like that back of his hand, so he enlisted into the US Air Force to hopefully find something to do with his life. He hid who he was behind tattoos and a bulky front act for his “Military Family” as he liked to say. 

During his time he met Sam wilson. Sam broke his walls down and helped him heal. (y/n) told him about his issue and Sam responded in kind. This was the first time he could be real with someone and he felt like a person. Sam never got upset with him or condemned him for his emotions. It was quite the opposite and a lot of “Hey man, it's ok to have emotions. I’m here for you man. Whenever you need me, you know where to find me”. 

When (y/n) heard about Sam leaving due to personal reasons he cried, Hard. (y/n) felt like he was losing another brother. This shut down (y/n) again. He became a hard and solid soldier (not that he wasn't already.), quickly rising to the top of his class (for a lack of a better word). He sharpened his senses and stopped putting his trust in the people around the base and once again fell back into the cycle that was cynicism. 

The moment (y/n) got the notice he was being discharged he packed up his stuff very carefully. He was injured in the air and was forced to crash land the jet he was in. He was told by the Doctor that did the surgery that his heart stopped twice and he was very lucky to have made it though. After he made it back out into the work he moved to Washington DC to look for work. He found a pretty cheap apartment and settled in. He never really unpacked much, just some basic necessities. It looked like he never lived there, but if you looked closer you could see the small remnants of a military man. The bed was made a specific way, apartment always clean, bag stuffed under the bed, the shades always drawn closed to block the outside world out and keep him inside. He almost never slept on the bed, it was either the floor or the couch on an easy night. 

(y/n) suffered from his wounds. Physical and mental. It didn’t matter, it started to take a toll on him as he suffered from night terrors and paranoia. Once he was cleared by his physical therapist he started going on runs in the morning to clear his mind from the terrors that plagued his mind in his sleep. One morning he came across an Ad on a cork board outside of a shelter he frequently passed on his routine. It was an ad for group counseling for Veterans. Pushing aside the distrust for therapist and counseling he pulled a slip off the weathered and slightly crisp yellow paper and slipped it in his jacket pocket then went about his routine for the day. 

A few days later he stood in front of a builder that held the address that matched up with the one on the slip of paper he pocketed a few days before. A shiver ran down his spine as he took a deep breath and slowly opened the door, making his way inside. He slowly sat down towards the back and kept his head low before the session started. He was startled out of his daze when he heard a man speak up, a man he hadn’t heard from in 6 years. Sam Wilson. His head shot up in alarm as Sam started speaking to the group of veterans in the room. 

The session consisted of basic introductions and some people talking about how their experience in the service was. (y/n) kept to himself for most of it, only talking about how he had to force a land and ended up being discharged due to injury. After the session was over, (y/n) shakily rose to his feet and turned to leave. He heard Sam call out to him and jog over. 

“Hey man, nice to see you, it's been a while. How have you been?” The question caused (y/n) to freeze. Shit had gotten hard, not just hard but almost unbearable. “Honestly Sam, I just missed my best friend.” (y/n) retorted and pulled Sam into a bone crushing hug, silently wincing at the faint pain in his shoulder. (y/n) and Sam spent the day making up for the 6 years of absence and reconnecting over beer and greasy bar food. 

Over the next few months (y/n) and Sam fell into a routine. Morning jogs, lunch, afternoon counseling then went about their days. One morning went a bit differently. As Sam and (y/n) were out on their morning run they heard quick footsteps approaching them and a quick “To your left” as a man sped past them. This continued their whole run and (y/n) found it extremely annoying but he kept it at bay. When they finished the run Sam walked over to the stranger, (y/n) following closely behind. He stayed silent during the conversation (other than introducing himself). 

A few days later he was kicking it with Sam to pass the time after his shift at the music store by his apartment. He heard a knock on the door and hollered for Sam to get the door. He bristled when the door opened and he saw Steve Rogers and the redhead woman that picked him up standing in the doorway, looking rather banged up and exhausted. Sam let them in and told (y/n) to close the blinds. (y/n) did as Sam asked and grabbed towels for Steve and the Woman, Natasha so they could clean up. After they cleaned up and talked for a while they were filled in and told about Shield and Hydra (Which (y/n) had some knowledge about due to his military background). When they asked if they could help Sam immediately said yes but (y/n) was more apprehensive but eventually said yes. 

(y/n) had gotten severely injured during the battle in the helicarriers and was admitted to the hospital. Sam and Natasha regularly checked in with him, keeping him up to date about Steve’s condition and the news. After (y/n) was discharged from the hospital he packed up what little things were around his apartment and went over to Sam’s to let him know he was leaving for Brooklyn. (y/n) said it was for a change of pace but Sam knew better. They shared a hug and Sam promised to keep in touch. (y/n) over the next 2 years led a steady and quiet life, staying in the shadows and off government radars the best he could. That changed the day 50% of the Earth's population disappeared into thin air. After that he roped into helping hold meetings with Steve to help form a community and a safe place in the new and scary world that was so suddenly thrust upon them. (y/n) helped out around Avengers HQ where he could. During this time Steve and (y/n) got close while mourning Sam and Steve Mourning Bucky and Sam. They became as close as brothers. 

There was a day that (y/n) was getting a drink in the compound kitchen area and he heard a loud rumbling noise, Looking over at Steve he sent him a nod then booked it for the lawn area to see a ship (in rough shape) landing and a skinny, malnourished Tony Stark come fumbling out the ship. (y/n) heard Pepper gasp and ran to Tony to help him up and get him inside to receive medical attention. After Tony’s outburst at the table (y/n) excused himself and went to his apartment. (y/n) spent the night drinking and sobbing about all the people who had disappeared. 

Over the next 7 years (y/n) was in and out of the compound to keep Steve company or work. One day when he was at the compound he Heard Tony storm in saying that he figured out time travel and that they could reverse what had happened. That caused (y/n) to perk up with interest and he helped Bruce the best he could to get something set up so they could do it properly and retrieve the stones. (y/n) stayed behind and monitored the area and kept an eye on the screens. Everyone came back, except Natasha. He watched in horror as Clint broke down in silent sobs. (y/n) felt his stomach drop, Natasha wasn’t quite a sister but they were close in the last 9 years since the mission in Washington. Bruce took charge and snapped, reversing the Blip.

The next thing (y/n) knows he is standing side by side with Steve on the battlefield, across from Thanos and his army. A handful of monsters and a power hungry alien that was trying to get the stones. (y/n) sent a silent plea for strength and help before looking towards Steve, who sent him a stoic look. 

“To your left” said an all too familiar voice into (y/n) and Steve’s earpiece as thousands of orange portals opened, thousands of people came out of the portals. The only one that mattered to (y/n) was Sam who came flying next to him before landing. “Are you really here?” (y/n) asked, his voice quiet and choked. “I am here brother. I’m here.” Sam said before hugging (y/n), something the two didn’t do regularly before turning back to Steve to await the call to rush into action. Steve made the call and the battle commenced. 

They ended up winning, but at the cost of Tony. Everyone on the field took a knee and a violent hush fell over the chaos that surrounded him, cut by sniffles and the cries from loved ones. They held a funeral at Tony’s lakehouse and Steve volunteered to take back the stones. (y/n) had a bad gut feeling about it but waited with Bucky and Sam by the lake side. As Bruce looked in confusion when Steve didn’t return, (y/n) saw Bucky’s shoulders fall slightly. (y/n) then realized that Steve never planned on returning to the present day. (y/n) turned towards Bucky and placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulder in sympathy, Bucky glanced at (y/n) as he pointed to the lake side. There was an old man resting on the bench and Bucky looked down with a soft smile but a pained look in his eyes, something (y/n) was all too familiar with. (y/n) and Bucky looked over at Sam who was walking over to Steve who was sitting on the bench. The two were in deep conversation. (y/n) watches with Bucky as Sam picks up the shield and finishes his conversion with Steve. (y/n) looked over at Bucky, who sighs and looks down in contemplation. “Don’t force yourself to do anything you don’t want to.” (y/n) whispered then nodded to Steve, who sent him a small wave. 

Over the next few years (y/n) kept in touch with Steve who consistently asked if (y/n) had found anyone who only got back a snarky “now that you're old, you are so nosy” and a laugh. Steve always told (y/n) to look out for Bucky and Sam, which he did. He and Bucky became closer. Not as close as Sam or Steve but they became friends. In this time (y/n) slowly took notice of things he never did before. The way Bucky’s eyes lit up when talking to Steve, the nostalgia that overtook Bucky’s features when Steve told him about The Howling Commandos, the way Bucky's eyebrows furrow when he was in deep thought, how Bucky bites his cuticles when he thinks no one is looking, it was little stuff but it meant something to (y/n). During one visit with Steve, (y/n) was talking about something and Steve looked at him as (y/n) told him about some story that happened last week with Bucky. 

Steve chuckled and (y/n) stopped mid sentence. “What was that about?” (y/n) asked as he returned focus to Steve. “You’re in love with him.” Steve said with a soft smile. (y/n) choked on air. “I am sorry? Me? In love with Bucky?” He said. “I know that look and the way you talk about him is how I talk about Peggy. You have to find your Peggy.” Steve said, leaving (y/n) dumbfounded. This soon became sort of a catchphrase for Steve. It was always “find your Peggy. Life is short, make the most of it.” and (y/n) took it to heart. 

When Bucky got the phone call that Steve had passed he rushed over to (y/n)’s apartment to tell him. (y/n) had heard the news already and was asked to be a paul bearer. He said yes and looked to Bucky for emotional support. The two of them grieved together and helped plan the funeral. (y/n) openly cried at the burial while Bucky was more put together, but (y/n) knew Bucky was just as torn up as he was. 

(y/n) was asked to speak at the funeral. He told the story of how he met Steve and he was a good man and an even better guy. “When I would visit Steve he would always, without fail, pry into my love life, or lack thereof. He noticed the small things y’know. I would sit differently and he would notice. He also always told me to ‘Find your Peggy, and to always cherish them because life is short. Make the most of it’.” (y/n) said as he started to break down again. After the crowd had dispersed, (y/n) stayed and talked to the casket that held Steve’s body. He cried and told him that he would miss him, then he talked about how he finally understood what he said about finding his peggy. (y/n) told the Casket that he loved Bucky and he would always keep him in his heart even if he didn’t love him back. He laid a small white Chrysanthemum on the casket and turned to leave, only to see Bucky back by a tree, talking to a younger girl who was consoling him. 

(y/n) felt his heart rip in two when he saw Bucky slip an arm around her waist and walk away from the grave side. His head was fuzzy and he felt like the wind was knocked from his lungs as he took cautious steps towards his car. When (y/n) got his head together he drove away in silence from Bucky and the grave sight. (y/n) choked down tears the whole way home, only allowing himself to cry after he got the door locked and laying on the floor, not even making it to his own room. The next morning he felt sore from laying on the floor, his mouth dry and head pounding from crying. He slowly got up and made his way to the kitchen to get some water and pain killers to alleviate his headache. He checked his phone to see a few texts from Bucky and a missed call from him. The texts were asking where he had disappeared off to and one saying goodnight.

(y/n) checked the voice mail from the missed call. “Hey (y/n), it’s Bucky. I was just wanting to check in and see how you were doing. You seemed pretty shaken when you left. Call me back when you can. Remember we have lunch tomorrow. See you then, Take care” Bucky’s voice played back through the phone. (y/n) sighed and deleted the message. He went and hopped in the shower, washing off the grime from yesterday and to recenter himself. He slipped on a pair of jeans with boots and a plain cotton T-shirt. Grabbing his keys and phone. He locked his apartment door and left. 

(y/n) went to the diner they planned on meeting at for lunch. When he walked up to the door he saw Bucky and the girl from yesterday sitting at a table, talking about something. She said something that caused Bucky to laugh, (y/n) took notice of how Bucky threw his head back and the way his lips stretched into a smile as he laughed. (y/n)’s body shook a little as his feet practically glued himself to the pavement outside the diner. Taking a deep breath (y/n) made his way inside and over to them. When Bucky saw him, he stood up and gave him a one armed side hug and motioned for him to sit. (y/n) sits down and Bucky falls into a natural conversation with the Woman across from him. Bucky looks over at (y/n) and furrows his eyebrows. “I forgot to introduce you, this is Ellie. My girlfriend. Ellie, this is one of my close friends, (y/n).” Bucky said as he took a drink from his cup. 

“It's nice to meet you, (y/n).” Ellie said, shifting in her seat. “Likewise” (y/n) responded before ordering water. (y/n) felt his heart crack a bit more as he saw the way Bucky was interacting with Ellie. (y/n) ordered his food and ate, making the occasional comment then going quiet and eating. (y/n) felt out of place, he felt like a third wheel. When lunch ended he quickly left. Only when he got home did he start breaking down again as he felt his soul being crushed. 

Now he understood why Steve said to “find your peggy.”. He waited too long and now He was gone. 

(y/n) spent the next few months in agony. At night he went out and partied or went to whatever bar was close to his current location. He took  whatever girl or guy that showed any interest in him back to their place and hooked up with them, only to leave in the morning before the other person woke up. (y/n) ate less and ended up losing some weight. He wasn’t rail thin but he didn’t exactly look physically healthy. He always went and got checked to make sure he didn’t catch anything. This became his new routine. He was trying to force his feelings for Bucky away. 

One night as he grabbed his keys to go out for the 4th time this week he heard a knock on the door. (y/n) huffed quietly then made his way to the door. When he answered it he was not expecting to see Bucky, tear stained face and eyes rimmed red that made the blue in them more prominent. 

“Ellie left me” was all he said before breaking down, leaning on (y/n)’s shoulder. (y/n) felt his heart crack again for the first time since he started going out. (y/n) sighed out and let bucky in, guiding to the stools in his kitchen and making him sit down. (y/n) moved fluidly through the kitchen and grabbed a couple beers from his mostly empty fridge and opened one before passing it to Bucky then turning away to the sink. With shaky hands (y/n) opened his own beer and took a drink from it for courage, then he turned to face Bucky only to meet his eyes. Bucky was studying (y/n)’s body language. 

“Stop that.” (y/n) snapped as he leaned against the counter. “Stop what?” Bucky said as he looked back to the counter. “You’re analyzing me, my movements, and probably how I breathe.”  (y/n) said as he pulled himself up on the counter, not looking away from the man in front of him. “You haven’t contacted me or Sam in months. I was worried about you.” He said and sagged his shoulders. 

“Yea well a phone works both ways. Sam has been busy and you had Ellie. I didn’t want to interrupt them. She didn’t like me very much when you introduced us so I backed up and stayed out of it.” (y/n) said and ran a hand through his hair then picked at the hem of his own shirt. (y/n) leaned back, resting his back against the cabinet  behind him and looked over towards Bucky. “Why did you come here? Other than Ellie?” (y/n) whispered. “I missed you man. Isn’t that enough. Not everyone has ulterior motives. I just wanted to see my friends. Is that an issue?” Bucky said, his voice breaking and looking down. 

“Of course not. I just had plans tonight.” (y/n) said and Bucky’s head snapped up in anger. “Yeah like what? Going out and fucking the closet person avalible? You know you aren’t as careful as you think you are. I have seen you leaving clubs and bars with people, I have seen the hickeys and the marks left by people who don’t even know your name.” Bucky snapped and Stood up suddenly. 

“Oh, you’re my mother now? Look. James, not that it’s any of your fucking business but its how I cope. Don't like it? Leave.” (y/n) said, anger building in his chest. Bucky made his way around the counter and stood between (y/n)’s legs, caging him in his spot on the counter. 

“What are you so scared of? What are you running from? Why didn’t you think to talk to me or Sam? We could help you, but you have to let us help you.” Bucky said and locked eyes with (y/n). “This issue isn’t yours to fix” (y/n) growled out. “Try me (y/n). I’ve been through more shit than you can imagine.” Bucky said as he grabbed (y/n)'s wrist. “Not this one. isn't your problem, Believe me.” “Then tell me. Please, I can’t lose you.” Bucky said, his blue eyes softened as he moved closer to (y/n), his face inches away from (y/n)’s. 

‘Fuck, this is bad. If I don't say something Bucky won’t give up. Make something up for fucks sake.’ (y/n) thought as he reached out, gripping Bucky’s shirt. “I am in love with you.” (y/n) whispered, barely audible. ‘You fucking idiot. Out of all the things you could have said you chose that one?’ (y/n) thought bitterly as he looked away from Bucky, mentally preparing for rejection. 

Bucky felt his face heat up and stumbled over his thoughts for a second, his head and tongue not agreeing on what to say. “I’m sorry? Repeat that?” Bucky stammered out and turned (y/n)'s face to look at him. “Fuck! What else is there to say James? I am in love with you. These past few months I have been trying to get over my feelings for you and got lost.” (y/n) repeated, on the verge of tears. 

(y/n) went to push Bucky away from him until he felt Bucky’s lips touch his in a fury. Their teeth clashing, Bucky’s stubble digging into (y/n)’s face. (y/n) kissed him back, gripping Bucky’s shirt and wrapping his legs around his waist to root Bucky to his spot in front of him. After they break for air (y/n) looks at Bucky. “Bucky, stop. You are upset and going through a break up. You don’t understand what you’re doing” (y/n) says goes to move, Bucky grips (y/n)'s arm harder and prevents him from moving. “You will not be the person who tells me I don’t know what I am doing. I am not the one who is drowning in loveless hookups. You are. You can’t even come out of your haze long enough to see that people are worried and care. That I care.” Bucky said before he let go of (y/n) and stepped away. At that moment (y/n) started crying and looked away from Bucky in shame. 

Just as he was able to maybe bury his feelings for Bucky, he had shattered that possibility. “Then prove it, Buck.” (y/n) said as he pushed himself off the counter and leaned onto Bucky’s chest. Bucky sighed and looked down at (y/n), wrapping his arms around him and holding him tight. “I will. I promise” He said, pressing a kiss to (y/n)'s head.

#bucky barnes x reader #x male reader #mcu fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #steve rogers #sam wilson #winter soldier #fanfiction #angst

[brainlessrot]

i lost the ask but anon asked me to make the "grabbing them by their tie" but for heartslabyul, so, here you go anon!!!

Heartslabyul — Grabbing them by their tie

Contents ;; Fluff, can be seen as platonic or romantic, GN! reader

Characters ;; heartslabyul dorm members

Riddle ;;

Ace and Deuce had told you to pass through their dorm to pick up some stuff they wanted to give you, probably some junk that had no place in Heartslabyul's storage room. But hey, reduce, reuse and recycle, right?

You walked along the empty corridor, your uniform shoes clicking against the clean marble floor. You stared along the walls, looking over the various decorations and paintings hanging, some caught your eyes, and some others made you question the previous dorm leader's interior design skills.

You heard a familiar shrill voice, probably nagging at some students who had done something incorrect, and surely, there he came, face the same bright red tone as his hair, stomping over in your direction.

He stopped a couple of steps away from you, you yourself standing still so as to not aggravate the situation. His hands went to fix the imaginary folds on his perfectly clean white dorm uniform, his skin slowly coming back to his usual tone.

"Prefect," He cleared his throat, his hands now putting his crown perfectly in place, the clip making a clicking sound the moment it was situated. "I was informed that you'd come back, and was told to help you find the storage room."

His fingers moved some loose hair strands out of his view, and finally came to a stop to his sides. However, as you gave a quick look, you noticed that the petite black and red bow that was held by a crown pin around his collar was slightly crooked. So, you proceeded to tell him to stay still for a second, stepping closer and extending your hands to move it.

Riddle's face became bright red again, perhaps from anger, since you were stepping into his personal bubble, or because of embarrassment, since you were stepping into his personal bubble. He made some incoherent noises, with some scattered words of "what", "unacceptable" and "you??" audible.

You finally fixed the bow in place, hands still on his collar, your eyes met his, and an idea struck your mind, this would probably end with your head coming loose, but it was worth it.

Your hands gripped his collar, forcing him to come forward so you could peck his cheek with your lips, immediately letting go and turning around to run away. You could hear smoke coming out of Riddle's ears as you told him that you knew where the storage room was and didn't need help,making him even more furious than he was, now closer to popping a vein.

"OFF WITH YOUR HEAD."

Trey ;;

"You brought the flour?"

You were helping Trey in the dorm's kitchen, he was mixing some stuff in a bowl, a light pink and green apron tied around his school uniform, side turned to you.

Well, helping would be a strong word to use in this case, you were mostly giving him the utensils and ingredients he asked, and when he wasn't asking, you just looked how his hands moved dexterously as they broke eggs, mixed the ingredients to make a soft paste, or cut fruits in small pieces. He truly was a skilled cook, you believe you could watch him cook for hours if you could, and the way he was humming some song while moving around, probably an old nursery rhyme from the Queendom of Roses was hypnotic.

"Hey, can you start the oven? Yeah, with the temperature I told you earlier." You did just as told, watching as the oven lights turned on, the inside already warming up.

You watched as Trey bent over, opening the oven and placing a tray inside, dusting his hands off as he closed it.

"Now we wait." His smile felt warm, just like every part of him. He turned his back to you, just as you got a message from Deuce, you responded to him quickly, he needed you to go and break up a fight between Ace and Grim, the usual.

You looked up, now seeing Trey without the apron, his uniform magically still clean, but his collar slightly crooked. You stepped forward, grabbing a hold of his tie, and pulled on it, fixing it in place. You brushed your lips to his cheek quickly, and soon enough, before you even got away from him, he returned the action, leaving such a soft kiss upon your temple that if someone told you a feather had graced you, you would have believed it.

You turned around, waving your hand goodbye without looking back, missing the fond smile he gave you as you walked away, his hands resting on his waist.

Cater ;;

Ah, the smell of freshly made coffee. Cater had dragged you to this "amazing" coffee shop he had found that had opened not so long ago, and was luckily not that far from the campus. He even paid for your food in exchange for you taking some "aesthetic" pics of him! It was a win-win situation!

You were sitting next to the window, close to the back of the store, the sun that filtered through the crystal felt warm against your skin, it was not too late, but the evening was close to an end.

You had your fork on one hand, the dessert Cater had recommended to you was truly spectacular, and you eyed the only thing he had ordered— a black coffee with no sugar. He was currently looking out the window, chin resting on his hand with the other around the drink.

The way the sun coated his skin as if it was liquid gold truly made him look even more attractive, his nose looked sharper, his eyes brighter, and the peaceful smile he adorned on his face could melt you in the spot if it was directed at you.

Your hand reached for his phone, which was laying upside down in the middle of the table, he prefered his camera over your old second hand phone Crowley had generously gifted you with, no offence, but the pictures it took had two pixels maximum.

You unlocked his screen, being met by the camera app already open, you pointed the phone up, camera looking directly at him and quickly snapped a picture, you made a mental note to ask him to send it to you so you could keep it as a memory from this day.

You clicked on the little image preview at the bottom of the camera app, opening the gallery as you wanted to see how the photo turned out, but accidentally, swiped to the side instead of zooming in, the image changing to one with your face in it. You were smiling wide, your eyes locked on the dessert he had bought for you, he had added the image to his “favourites” album.

Your eyes moved from the screen of his phone to his face, still looking out the window, the hand with which he was holding the cup moved around, making the coffee inside swirl. He looked at you as he took a sip, a playful smile on his lips.

“Taking a picture, honey?” you played along with him, but showed him what you were seeing on his screen, telling him that you were indeed taking a pic, but accidentally found that gem. “Oh. Oh, okay… Uhm,” He was not expecting you to see his secret, he just thought that your expression was too precious to not save it forever on his phone. “Do you like it? Cay-Cay couldn’t resist, sorry!” He stuck his tongue out, winking as you laughed him off.

Your body bent over the table, grabbing the hem of his hoodie to force him closer to you, his playful demeanor disappearing almost instantly, his face becoming nervous and perhaps even flustered. As you told him that you did like it, you left a chaste kiss to his cheek, sitting back in your place, you gave his wink back, resuming eating your dessert.

“I may have to invite you out more often if things like these happen every time.”

Ace ;;

“C’mon dude!!” He pushed you with his body to later put his arm around your shoulder, shaking you around lightly. “It’ll be just this one time!”

“LEAVE MY HENCHMAN ALONE.” Grim clawed at his legs, having been removed from your shoulders a while back and now walking alongside you. “We all know you’re just a lazy ass!! Do your damn homework and leave the Prefect outta this or you’ll face Grim the Great’s anger!!”

Ace sneered at your cat companion, shaking his leg to get him off, his arm not leaving its place encaging you close to him. He forcefully swayed you both around as he tried to get rid of Grim, until he finally succeeded, sending Grim tumbling over, rolling on his back to finally end up sitting on his ass, a vacant look in his eyes as he processed what just happened.

Silence took over, Ace knew that his life was pending on a threat, if Grim had gotten hurt, you'd surely end him right then and there. So, when Grim’s eyes slowly tracked up to meet your own, tears swelling on them, he knew he had fucked up.

Grim got up, his paws now holding your uniform, looking up at you with a pout.Your head slowly turned towards Ace as he pulled his arm off of your shoulders, trying to back away. His hands came up, his smile faltering as he broke into a cold sweat.

"Yo, Prefect, ya' know I didn't mean to do that… right? It was an accident!!" He crouched down to be on eye level with Grim. "Hey dude, 'm sorry if I hurt you, you'll forgive me, yeah?"

Your hand came up to his shoulder, forcing him to stand up. As your fist enclosed around his tie and you pulled hard, Ace felt his soul leave his body. You were eye to eye, noses almost touching, your hand gripping tightly at his collar. Your voice was low as you told him that if he did anything like that to Grim ever again, that'd be the last thing his eyes would see. Ace felt a shiver down his spine, but nodded nonetheless.

You turned around, picking up Grim with a smile on your face. As you looked back at him, he knew that that smile could and would destroy his life at any moment, but when you told him to follow you to Ramshackle to help him with his homework, he obliged.

Deuce ;;

"HAAH?! What did you say, dumbass?!" Deuce held his fist with his other hand, making his knuckles crack as he cornered a student that had muttered something under his breath that you did not get to catch, but, as you see, Deuce had, and he was less than happy at whatever was said." C'mon dickhead, say it out loud so that I can hear you!" His lips curled upward into a smile. "Or are you too much of a chicken?"

The student seemed to coward under Deuce's gaze, unable to repeat what had angered him, only making some unintelligible bubbles. Deuce's hands went to the boy's collar, faces so close that their noses would touch if they moved the slightest bit, be it not for the reason of their closeness, you would have teased Deuce.

He pushed him further against the wall, continuing to ask him to repeat what he had said if he had the balls to. Grim hid behind your legs, too scared to say anything, instead grabbing tightly into your uniform. You sighed, rubbing your temple, you had fought against multiple overblots, but this was still a pain in the ass.

You halfheartedly tried calling out to Deuce, telling him to stop and that it was a waste of time, but he did not listen to any word you said. Really? You HAVE to actually work to separate them? Damn it.

You walked towards the scene, ignoring the look some other passing students were giving you all. Grim stayed behind, holding your backpack.

Standing right behind Deuce, you rubbed your hands together before getting a hold of Deuce's shoulder, pulling him to spin around, face to face against you. Your free hand went to his tie, holding it and tugging so that his full attention was on you. You looked at him as your hand left his arm and went to his cheek, pinching it between your index and thumb, pulling at the skin softly. He flinched and complained, his arms flailing to his sides. Your eyes roamed behind you, where the student still stood, and looking right at him, you said one simple word, run.

And run he did, bolting it the moment you commanded him to, almost tripping over his own shoes.

"Ay, ay, ay," He held his cheek, looking at you with a pout. "I'm… I'm sorry prefect, I got angry." You patted his back, reassuring it was okay, before starting to walk towards Grim to grab your backpack. "OH NO, WE'RE GONNA BE LATE, RUN." You barely got to grab your bag before he dragged you alongside him to class.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #heartslabyul #heartslabyul x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #trey clover #trey clover x reader #cater diamind #cater diamond x reader #ace trappola #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader

[destinygoldenstar]

Why I Don’t Want To Talk About RWBY Again

Yes. She decided to show her face again.

And she will probably instantly regret it.

So, this isn't usually the media I talk about. However, I addressed it in my post 'Is Screen Time An Issue For A Character', where I talked about multiple media to gain a wider perspective on a solid critique point to figure out where this possibly came from? And in terms of the RWBY-related stuff I said there, I got... some honest, fair, completely non-personal attacking feedback. No personal attacks whatsoever.

I thought 'okay, maybe I am wrong' if everyone is so insistent that I am 'incorrect' and what they're saying is 'facts'. We all make mistakes. So I decided to rewatch the show in it's entirety and actually see Volume 9 for myself. I actually hoped that maybe I was wrong and they were right and I could see this show for the masterpiece that it is...

Uh, short answer: Not really...? For the most part, the points I made in the past are still how I feel. (I just didn't word it very well in that post. I'll take the L for that one)

I'm disappointed I learned nothing too. I really wish I did.

Okay, so for my background, I jumped on the train of this show just about a month or two before Volume 6 came out. I got it recommended from a classmate in school who was obsessed. And I thought it was... okay.

And then I got bullied and harassed by the person for the remainder of the school year. Cause I DARED not said it was a masterpiece.

(Yeah, this is a running trend for me)

But with every new Volume from there, I rewatched the show as background noise for homework, to the point where I've at least rewatched it 5-6 times, maybe 7 including this rewatch. But with every rewatch where I actually noticed certain details... the certain volume would get a little worse. (Except for one case)

Maybe it's because I'm a jerk. I've been called that more than once.

Maybe it's because Celtic Phoenix's rewrites of the show are a thing. But that’s also a topic for discussion here.

But I know the exact point when I abandoned the show for over two years. When Volume 8 came out.

It was... it was a miserable viewing experience for me. And for me, this was my last straw with the show and I fell to the dark side. There were so many production problems where I could see why it turned out the way it did. There were so many decisions with the plot that I did not agree with.

And the biggest reason why I left. And this is a thing that's been consistent anytime I engaged with the show in any way. And the reason WHY I don’t feel safe talking about this show.

The fandom is terrifying.

It's not as bad as the Dhar Mann situation, I don't think, but it's still a nightmare to engage with.

There are so many toxic entitled people online that feel the need to bully and harass anyone who says ANYTHING about the show that isn't 'I think this was handled perfectly'. You say anything even slightly neutral, or even hint that you may not think perfection, you will get cyberbullied.

And I MEAN THAT when I say cyberbullying, you get personally attacked, you get cursed at a lot, you get accused as homophobic and misogynistic, and you get double bullied and ganged up on when you ask for feedback towards you to be impersonal and focused on the work itself. There is NO breather to this.

People just really love to attack every single being they can find. Over a CARTOON.

If this was some real life documentary or something, then I would get it.

But this is a FICTIONAL SHOW.

It's very unwelcoming and it's miserable for people like me to engage with these people as a result.

NO, I AM NOT SAYING EVERYONE IS LIKE THIS. I'm sure there are still good civilized decent people in this fanbase. But the ones that are like that are the loudest.

There's also a 'hate-fandom' spawned. Which I also despise cause it's basically just the same thing but the opposite approach. And why are you even tearing apart something as sport? That's sick. Do something else with your time. Do literally anything else.

You have to pick a side.

Either you love the show, if you don't you're a horrible person.

Or you hate the show, if you don't you're a horrible person.

THIS is the real reason why I left the show.

And the fact that I'm even daring to say this guarantees that I will get backlashed.

At least I anticipate that this time. (But I'm just gonna ignore this behavior and I will only respond to people who keep things impersonal and just focus on the content. I don't care if you have a valid point against what I say, if you personally attack me or anyone else, and act like you know me, I won't listen to you. It doesn't make you better than me, it's cyberbullying.)

For the sake of this rant post, I am OPTING OUT of the idea that 'I have to love the show or hate the show'.

I'm a neutral saying my perspective as a neutral.

And I will say that as long as you're not a cyberbullying racist/sexist/homophobic piece of garbage, your opinions towards this show is VALID in my book.

If you think this is the best show of all time, that's VALID.

If you think this is the worst show of all time, that's VALID.

If you disagree with either of those two statements, then you can leave my post right now.

I am not going to take either side, as I really don’t want to. I am not the type of person to be openly happy all the time, as when I feel any emotion at all I will say it. And I am not going to hide my emotions to make other people happy. That’s not who I am.

But I also don’t want to be seen by the public as a hardcore complainer for that. Spending all your time whining is just exhausting and tiring and unrewarding, when you could be doing literally anything else, and healthier stuff, with your time. I should know. I used to criticize Dhar Mann videos. While those were worth critiquing it cause multiple mental health problems for me. So I stopped and did other stuff with my life.

So really, if I were to pick a side, either one, it would be doing injustice to my character. And the fact that people have to be split in fandom sections for a single show is insane. I’d be harassed endlessly no matter what.

And harassment like this over a cartoon is just not worth it. Even if you try to calmly explain yourself and defuse a fight, you’re not gonna be heard. They’ll just keep arguing until you reluctantly confess to their side. Which is gaslighting.

And this is a both sides issue. So you know. Again, I’m not picking sides when I say this.

This is not a ‘this side good ; this side bad’ issue.

At that point it has nothing to do with the show itself, or a rewrite of said show that some people made.

Fixing RWBY, that rewrite project on YouTube, is not immune to criticism. It’s not better than the original show. It’s not worse than the original show. It’s just a thing that exists. Like all rewrites do. This whole project is just a group of people approaching a story in their own writing style, like fanfiction tends to do. It’s really just a group of artists and writers coming together to play around and have fun.

So obviously that makes this project a crime against nature and a product made out of pure evil spite. /s

FIXING?! FIXING a show? HOW MALICIOUS CAN YOU BE?! YOU DARE IMPLY THAT YOU THINK THE SHOW ISNT PERFECT AS IS?!

Now, take note, I myself HAVE seen the entirety of this fan project. I have my own problems with it, and it certainly did not fix everything. But I can also safely back up that SOME PEOPLE are fat liars with their critiques on this project.

There’s being critical, and there’s lying.

That’s it. That’s all I’m saying about certain users. Because this isn’t really a ‘one person is entirely to blame’ problem so I don’t want to pin blame on one user.

And the worst part about all that is that it’s one thing to be a critic towards anyone’s work, you know, looking at their work and giving feedback. It’s another to act like this is personal.

It stops being about the show and more about throwing around accusations on people as though you personally know them.

News flash: ten to one, you don’t.

And it’s not just me. There are multiple blog users and YouTubers who said their peace on this and said the same things I’m saying. People will go out of their way to personally insult and harass neutrals to make sure their point sticks and they take it to heart. Because if it’s about the person and not the work, they have to change their mind, right? No one wants to be called a gross human being after all.

That’s not how that works. This is why if you go to my blog you see me more often than not making posts about other media. Not because I think these shows are better than RWBY (I’ve criticized them plenty as well, criticisms that I think are deserved), but because I feel more welcome in their fandoms…?

I’m not gonna pretend they’re perfect, every fandom has some nasty people, but at least I’m not gonna get barraded for every single opinion I have as though my opinions over cartoons are a judgement of my real life character.

Yes people have disagreed with me and given me criticism, but at least it’s focused on what I’ve written and the flaws in my logic of writing style. An IMpersonal critique towards me. That gets more through to me than personally insulting everyone and treating everyone that isn’t you like they’re pure evil.

Even when I try to look at RWBY related tags, it’s just this exact stuff.

You say an opinion that isn’t 100% positive? BASH.

You like something about the show? BASH.

You make art of a ship someone else doesn’t like? BASH.

You try to make an analysis post? BASH.

You write a fanfiction? BASH.

You like a fanfiction of the show? BASH.

You don’t like a fanfiction of the show? BASH.

You dare title that fanfiction ‘fixing’? BASH.

Then people really love to use buzz words fir extra power. ‘Sexist’ ‘Racist’ ‘Homophobic’ and all kinds of bad words. Without ever actually hearing an explanation.

You like a certain ship? BASH. YOU’RE HOMOPHOBIC. (Never mind nobody ever said they hoped their ship was canon or said they preferred that ship over a canon one)

You think a villain character is a well written and interesting character? BASH. YOU SUPPORT TERRORISM. (Never mind there’s a difference between agreeing with a characters POV and just liking them as fictional characters)

You like a character that so happens to be male? BASH. YOU’RE SEXIST. (Never mind that no one said they should’ve been spotlight characters or anything. And the least sexist people don’t even give a shit about the gender of the character)

You don’t like this character? BASH. CLEARLY YOU DONT LIKE THE CHARACTER BECAUSE THEYRE NOT STRAIGHT WHITE MEN.

Completely ignore if the person who says the opinion actually explains WHY they don’t like the character. Completely ignore if they don’t even mention the race, sex, or sexuality of the character once in said explanation. Completely ignore if they even said they like other characters that fit those same categories as the one they didn’t like.

Completely ignore actually checking out the persons blog to see if they like other characters in anything, not just RWBY, that have some sort of diversity to them. Maybe even love those characters and praise them.

Nope. Doesn’t matter. You don’t like one character, clearly you just hate women.

CLEARLY everyone who doesn’t agree with you are dares to say why and how they personally would’ve done it is a PURE EVIL HUMAN BEING GOING OUT IF THEIR WAY TO SPITE AN ENTIRE COMMUNITY. Don’t even bother hearing the person out or letting them say WHY they feel this way or WHY they changed it, (like the FRWBY writers DO in streams btw) NOPE. PURE EVIL. SOLELY BECAUSE YOU MADE A REWRITE.

It’s not like rewrite fanfiction as a concept is all about people reimagining someone else’s work into their own vision, and multiple fandoms do this with varying intents, whether it’s out of fixing a critique they had or trying a different tone or ‘what if’ scenarios or whatever. And again, multiple fandoms do this. (Hell, I did it with Total Drama’s Season 2. I don’t think that show is perfect, either. Far from it.)

But I don’t even trust myself to word this all right, so I’m case you don’t trust my word. I’ll link some people who have said the same things I’m saying but in more detail than I could ever. That way I can avoid plagorism.

Judgemental Critter and Twilight Guardian go VERY in detail of these problems. They go in depth about certain users I don’t feel comfortable talking about myself, they go in depth about how this is a both sides issue, and so much more.

Go look at both of these.

It’s all so unwelcoming and I just… can’t.

I can’t take that.

No one deserves that level of harassment over something so not worth it at the end of the day.

It’s just a show guys.

This isn’t real life propaganda.

This isn’t Election Day.

This isn’t school.

It’s a product designed for entertainment purposes.

You can feel whatever way you want to about it. You don’t deserve to be shut out for however you feel.

I am not a perfect person. That much, I will admit. I will admit to my mistakes when I recognize I make them and try to improve myself. Just like the rest of you, I’m just a normal human on the internet talking about stuff I find interest in. But I will also admit I need to get better at defending myself when I recognize something is just plain bullshit.

So… yeah. I did a poll on the possibility of me doing commentary posts to expand my blog. I already decided I’m starting that experiment with The Amazing Digital Circus’s one episode right now. But I do have a set poll for shows people want me to do commentary on. And RWBY is one of the options. If that wins, then I’d have no choice but to explain all my opinions of the show in as much detail as I could.

No one deserves to feel this unwelcomed and unsupported. Maybe I would talk about the show more if I wasn’t this scared of harassment. But nothing is worth it if it’s accompanied by that amount of bashing. It has nothing to do with the show. It has to do with the treatment of said show. That’s the worst part.

And I personally don’t want to be a part of such an unsupportive and unfulfilling environment. Especially when I can do other stuff with my life.

Maybe I will try to talk about RWBY again one day. Explain my opinions fully. As honestly as possible.

But I KNOW no matter what I’m gonna say, I will NOT be welcomed with warmth, instead with guns pointed at my head.

And to that, I’ll just say, ‘Hit me with your best shot’

*sigh* Welp, if you excuse me, I’m barricading my windows for the mob that I know is gonna come at me for the sins I have committed here.

#rwby #fixing rwby #fandom #No one deserves to feel this unwelcomed #And unsupported #Maybe I would talk about the show more if I wasn’t this scared of harassment #But nothing is worth it #If it’s accompanied by that amount of bashing #It has nothing to do with the show #It has to do with the treatment of said show #that’s the worst part

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Kalim, Lilia: What else can I do?

KALIM MY SON MY PRECIOUS SUNSHINE CHILD 🥺 Sorry for getting this out late—

BRUH YOU DON’T KNOW HOW VALIDATING IT WAS FOR ME TO READ THESE VIGNETTES I’ve literally been saying this entire time that Kalim’s way underestimated as a leader despite his social intelligence 😭T HANK YOU LILIA FOR CONFIRMING TO US THAT KALIM IS A GOOD JUDGE OF CHARACTER AND THANK YOU KALIM FOR CONTINUING TO GROW HNGNGNGGNHHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHHHHHH

Imagine this...

"I always see Sebek scolding Silver. He does that because he cares for him, right?

Lilia suppressed a chuckle. “Yes, that would not be incorrect to say.”

“Gahahah!” Kalim’s full-bellied laugh rolled across the lavishly carpeted floors, his smile lighting up the entire room. Sunshine spilled in from wide windows, and out from within the birthday boy. “Sebek must have a really big heart for all that love!”

A chortle slipped out of his interviewer.

“Kufufu. He is very passionate in expressing himself.” Fingers curled under Lilia’s chin. “To think that you’d pick one of my own… I’m positively ecstatic~ You’ve made a good judgement call, Kalim.”

“Eh, I have?”

“Indeed.” Lilia nodded knowingly, his eyes creasing—a subtle shine of elation. “Most find Sebek too brash and bold to approach. Ah, but you—you’ve so easily stripped away that harsh exterior and gotten right to his core. You are able to see the forest for its trees. Not many can compare to that discerning eye of yours, Kalim.”

“Thanks, Lilia!! I’ve never thought of it like that! Jamil says I can be pretty careless when I just say what my gut feeling is…”

“Then your gut is very accurate. You have a strength that comes so naturally to you. The ability to read and to understand others is a wonderfully indispensable skill for a leader.”

Lilia beamed, slapping a playful hand on the birthday boy’s back. “Fufu. I approve of you to serve as Sebek’s elder brother. Be certain that you swing him around in your arms often, just as you do with your siblings!”

Kalim took the joke with ease, barely pausing for a beat before replying, “I’ll try!! I’d love to spoil him too! … But I shouldn’t. Not yet.”

“Hmm? Now what might you mean by that, I wonder?”

“It’s like... I think I need someone like Sebek around--someone who’ll scold me and tell me when I’m doing something wrong.”

“Is that not what Jamil already does for you?”

“Yeah, but...” A pensive look formed on Kalim’s face. “Lately I’ve been thinking of how I can help him. Jamil does so much for me, and I’ve realized that I haven’t done a lot for him in return. And when I do try to help, I just screw things up and make more trouble for him.”

His shoulders slightly sagged as a thought crossed his mind.

I’ve... always caused trouble for him.

The memories collected one by one. Particles of sand falling into a mound. From the top bulb, funneled through the neck, and to the bottom bulb. The happy moments, times spent playing together, chasing each other in the bazaar, dancing in the garden, splashing in the water, snacking and studying…

All of it, a pretense, shattered by his words. A thin, potent poison ran along them, bitter and bleak.

“As long as you exist, I will never be free,” Jamil had snarled. His face had been so twisted then--calm, and yet his eyes were as pointed and as cold as icicles, sharpened to form blades. Ink engulfing him, creeping over his skin like a swarm of locusts consuming a fresh feast.

All the hate he had kept bottled up, at last eating him alive.

Hate that had stemmed from him.

From Kalim.

His smiles, his laughter.

His ignorance.

Kalim inclined his head, letting the brim of his hat eclipsed his garnet eyes. “... For a long time, I’ve hurt Jamil without realizing it. I don’t want to do it again--not to Jamil, not to anyone. That’s why I’ve been thinking: how can I be better? What else can I do?”

“Kalim...”

“I don’t notice stuff myself. I need that kind of criticism so I know when I’ve done something wrong, so one day I won’t need Sebek or Jamil or anyone to tell me I’ve made a mess, so I can the kind of dignified person that people will follow. Someone that’s earned the seat of dorm leader.”

Someone that’s worthy of being Jamil’s friend and rival.

In spite of the shadow cast over Kalim’s eyes, they glittered just as bright as ever. “Until that day comes, I’ve got to work hard. Then, one day...”

I can be where he is, as his equal.

Kalim didn’t complete his sentence out loud, letting the last of his words hang in the air--raindrops suspended, not yet fallen to the ground. A pocket of solemn silence in an otherwise loud, lively party.

No one heard the rest but Kalim.

“... I understand.”

Lilia patted his junior on the head, gently stroking his hair. “There’s no need to rush growing up. I have no doubt that you will rise to the occasion when the time calls for it.”

“Really? You think so?”

“I know so.” Lilia chuckled, indicating an open window. “You’ll rise through the roof, to the skies, without a magic carpet ride, but on your own power. If you continue to work hard and be mindful, surely that wish you’ve stowed away in your heart will come true.”

“Aww, you always know just what to say to make me feel better! You’re awesome, Lilia!!”

“Of course, of course… but at this very moment, do not concern yourself with me.” The fae smirked, retracting his hand. Reaching into his jacket, he magically pulled out a pie, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “You need only eat, drink, and be merry!”

“Ahhhh, you’ve got me there!!” Kalim cried with a laugh. “Is it time for the Gift of Good Fortune already? It’s still a ‘gift’, so I’ll happily accept it!!”

“My, such a good sport. I’ll do my best to deliver your gift to you.” Lilia tossed the pie into the air, testing its weight as it fell back into his palm. His lips folded into a grin as he brought the pie back. Stance practiced, arm poised, as if this was done he had done many times over.

“Good fortune and the happiest of birthdays to you, Kalim!!”

SPLAT!!

The pie was a direct hit on the lower half of Kalim’s face, the whipped cream forming a cloud on his chin we the paper plate slid to the floor. The result was the birthday boy dressed handsomely in a fluffy, airy facial hair. Seconds later, the whipped cream plopped off and joined the plate on the floor, leaving Kalim with traces of a sweet-tasting stubble behind.

“K-Kfffft!!” Lilia bent over, clutching his stomach to prevent a howl from escaping. Between giggles, he managed, “M-My liege…! How big and bushy your beard is!!”

Kalim took the joke in good faith and with a large grin. Beckoning with a hand, he said, “You don’t need to bow! Raise your head!!”

Lilia lifted his gaze as he had been commanded to—and found Kalim picking a pie off a nearby table. He raised an eyebrow at his junior.

“I want to join in on the fun, too!! C’mon, grab another one!! We can have a food fight, you and me!”

“Haha, very well. I cannot turn down a request from our beloved birthday boy.” Lilia’s eyes slightly narrowed. “Kufufu. You’d best be prepared for combat! I cannot promise that you will make it out of this experience alive.”

“Yup!! Let’s sing! Let’s dance!! Let’s die… of fun!!”

Kalim’s smile was as certain as the sun, promising to reach ever upward.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Kalim Al-Asim #Lilia Vanrouge #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #disney twisted wonderland #Kalim birthday takeover #something no one asked for #spoilers

[fracturedporcelaindoll]

Dear diary,

I've been thinking why do I care what other people who don't know me say or think about me. I don't need to win some popularity contest yet I realize I've always cared about what others say. I suppose it was because I thought if I was being nice why would anyone be mean? The navieity of that.

I know I shouldn't think more on it, sure was there a little truth to what that random person said? yes but did they consider the effect of the words or give me a chance to better explain stuff so they might have a better understanding? No.

I could have replied with anger which I certainly felt and I could have pointed thier flaws out but I merely acknowledged thier perspective as informative while remaining calm.

I mean you think a person would appreciate calmness over emotional outbursts. Of course that's not to say I am always calm either.

Well onwards to another topic, I watched Red and Red 2 recently and very good movies. I don't care what anyone says there is something sexy about characters that are in the line of dangerous work, like assassins, spies etc. I wouldn't have called the police like the fl, (first movie) obviously Bruce Willis is just gorgeous and he could fuck me anytime.

I completed my workout and added in additional routine sets that I had taken a little break from and I remembered to stretch this time before starting sets, yay me lol.

As I was working out I got annoyed as some days I find it takes a little longer to complete set than other days. Although since recently upped reps it's to be expected that a couple of days may be needed before get into a comfortable pace during set. Honestly I feel like that can be the most difficult finding the right pace and literally remembering to breathe properly during workout sets.

I found a quiz that models or aspiring models use to help guide them with getting into shape and it made me feel so much better about myself. I mean maybe it's silly since I know am not a Victoria secret model physic yet but I am including the link in case others want to take the quiz as well.

It recommends diet and exercise focus regimens as well as has offer for program not that I'll be doing that as prefer not paying to participate in workout programs.

I also don't think it was accurate on diet, like do I love carbs? Absolutely but I can't just eat as many as I like without suffering the consequences.

I also found that my prior liking to believe I was an hourglass figure shape was incorrect so much for being a classic bombshell beauty..... I have a rectangular shape which apparently is considered less womanly and more girly. I'll take it tho as apparently such body types are recommended for model industry.

I also have according to the quiz results have what's classified as an Ectomorph body. It may just be marketing to get people to buy into thier workout program in hopes of achieving model physic of Victoria secret models but thanks for making me feel slightly better about myself.

Of course I think I'll wait til April before purchasing any sexy swimsuits.

#my thoughts #dear diary #diary entry #diary #dieting #diet #eating healthy #workout entry #workout #calories #model body goals #model body aesthetic #fitness #fitness quizzes #fitness programs #thoughts #overthinking #criticism #movie review #bruce willis

[aceontheline]

CaliYork (Pt. 3)

T//W: PTSD flashbacks, Abusive relationship between Mass & New York

Gov smiled and asked if they had just got together. York nodded and looked at his gleaming partner. Flo asked if the two would like to go to a party that he and Loui were hosting together as a new couple. Cali nodded, agreeing to the invitation. York thanked Flo as well, writing down the party details. It would be later this week: Saturday at 8:00 pm, in a reserved, Concert hall type space. There would be music, food, games… All the typical good stuff. Flo was going to be a D.J and Loui was hosting. A lot of the other states were going as well, with the exceptions of Alaska and Hawaii. The "Lower 48" all knew that those two liked to be left alone. Cali asked if those two had a "thing" going on, to which everyone shrugged. "They seems more like friends to me" York replied, pulling Cali in closer toward his broad shoulder to let him rest on it. Cali's head sort of naturally sank into York's shoulder, despite it being on the colder side. Everyone else was talking and doing their chores now, with the exception of Flo, who was busy looking at his "Party Jams" playlist. 

After what felt like FAR too long of a week, Saturday finally arrived. Flo gave everyone all the relevant information: Location, time the door was to open, what to wear, etc. Cali was dressed somewhat nice, shedding the beanie & wearing a light blue polo shirt with dark jeans. York also shed his beanie, and was sporting a navy blue button up and dark jeans. York blushed a bit after brushing his straightened hair out. "I feel ridiculous," he said bluntly, looking at himself. Cali reassured that they didn't have to go if York didn't feel like it. York sighed and insisted that they were going somewhere at least, because the two looked decent enough to be shown off. Cali got a good laugh out of it. York liked to hear Cali's laugh so much. It was incredibly contagious & somewhat adorable. York chuckled a bit too, throwing his somewhat nicer shoes on. The two left and took Cali's car to the event. 

After a little while of driving, York concluded that Cali had either entered the directions incorrectly into the GPS… Or that they were lost. York tried to tell Cali, but Cali would insist that he knew where he was going. The GPS spouted more incorrect directions, making York slightly more agitated.

"Can you just admit that we're lost? Pull over and I'll call Flo-"

"York! Please! I am trying to find the way-!" Cali interrupted. 

York cowered a little. "N-No! I'm sorry!" Cali then noticed what was going on. His hand was raised toward York. Cali immediately pulled over and attempted to comfort York, but York pulled away. He was shaking like a leaf, muttering "Don't hurt me" over and over again. Cali covered his mouth in shock, gasping slightly. He insisted that no matter how angry he was, Cali would never lay a hand on York in that sort of way. He apologized for even raising his hand to York in such a way. York didn't respond, rather just absorbing every word that Cali said to him. Cali asked York if he wanted to just forget the party and go out somewhere, just the two of them. York thought about it for a moment, before saying he'd want to go to the party. Cali agreed, trying to reprogram the GPS. 

Turns out, the directions were, in fact, wrong. Cali had typed in "Street" when he meant "Drive". It took them to the right address this time, as they both saw Loui standing outside. Loui saw York get out of the car first and greeted him. "Hey there, Sha! Glad you made it" he said, quickly shaking York's hand. It was still shaking a bit, so Loui questioned what happened in the car. He went up to Cali, asking why New York seemed so scared & if everything was alright. Cali recounted that he got a bit upset when York was exhibiting major impatience with finding the party venue. Then he recalled raising his hand in York's direction and slightly raising his voice. Immediately, Loui shook his head. "Mais, that's one of York's 'triggers'" Loui stated matter of factly, his arms crossed. 

"Wait, how do you-?"

"York didn't have anywhere else to run to after he got hurt by Mass. Would usually just come to me or Flo" Loui said with a shrug. 

Trauma response. Crap. York was having a flashback, so Cali needed to go find him immediately. Cali searched for about 5 minutes, soon finding York hiding in the bathroom. Cali stood near the bathroom sinks, waiting for York to come out when he was ready. After some more patience & coaxing, York finally came out. He looked a little better now, a weak smile on his face. Cali asked if he could hug York, to which York just pulled him in for a hug anyway. The two stood there for a few moments, feeling each other's embrace. Then they shared a brief kiss on the lips. York insisted that Cali should know exactly why York reacted like that, referring to his past relationship with Mass. "I do now. I'm so sorry" Cali said, kissing York's forehead. York sighed, showing forgiveness in Cali. The two went out to the party and had a wonderful time.

York got incredibly intoxicated, so Cali had to be the designated driver that night. He was fine with that, just letting York & himself have fun. They danced a bit, ate some food & played "Spin the Bottle". Though, at one point, York landed on Mass, and the two blatantly refused to kiss. Flo & Loui understood why and didn't kick them from the game. Everyone was eventually tired and were all leaving one by one. Cali and York left with about an hour left of the party. It was already about 1 am, when Cali noticed that both him & York were dragging a bit (in terms of energy levels). York and Cali drove home & immediately changed out of those outfits. York looked away while Cali changed, but Cali couldn't help but notice York's… Bruises. Scars. He walked up to York's shirtless self & pointed these things out.

"Again, York. I can't emphasize how sorry I am for what happened tonight. I personally don't know what an abusive relationship is like, but I know it must've been Hell for you" Cali stayed, running a hand over a scar on York's arm.

"... That one I got after Mass said I was 'celebrating too much' after the Bills had won for the first time in a while. Plenty of other stories to go along with these. I've been hurt bad, Cal. But if you apologized THAT quick, only raising a hand to me, I don't think you have it in ya to hurt me" York replied coldly. 

Cali hugged York close to him, insisting that he would never hurt York like that, or anyone in such a way. "Unless they hurt you or myself first" Cali reminded, making York smile. The two shared a long hug & an equally long kiss. York asked if Cali would like to sleep in his room that night, since he didn't want to be alone right now. Cali nodded. "Absolutely" Cali said excitedly. The two got into more comfy clothes and cuddled up to each other for the night. They slept like never before, their body temperatures being perfectly evened out due to Cali radiating heat & York being constantly cold. 

Before his set alarm, York woke up in a panicked state, his whole body shaking & being in a cold sweat. His whole body shook, rocking back and forth. Cali immediately woke up and saw this, holding York's hand. Cali managed to get York to do some deep breathing exercises, and then to lay back down in bed. "Bad dream?" Cali asked. York nodded, saying that it involved a flashback of Mass threatening to kill York, after York broke up the relationship.

Cali reminded York that the response Mass had was extremely manipulative & that York was in a much better spot now. York tilted his head curiously, as if to ask "How so?" Cali, once again, assured York that no matter how angry or upset he was at York or just in general, Cali would never lay his hands on someone like that. Because that response is not the right thing to do. York softly smiled, apologizing for doubting Cali's words & affections. "It's okay" Cali said, hugging York. The two embraced each other for a while, cuddling up & falling asleep together.

The next day mainly consisted of York managing to nurse his own hangover and Cali taking care of business on the West side. He did his share of chores before throwing in the towel for the day to check in on York to see how he was doing. Cali was already tired from a bunch of the chores, so he found York rather quickly and just sat down on the couch. York had just taken some headache medication and sat down as well, his legs thrown across Cali’s. The two watched T.V for a little while before eventually just ending up in each other’s arms and barely paying any attention. Florida and Georgia were walking and talking, when they saw the new “power couple” on the couch together, basically play fighting. York was okay with this, reassuring Cali a dozen times or so before they started it. York had Cali pinned down when Flo rushed over and just stared at them with a knowing smirk and asking them if Flo should leave. York threw a pillow at Flo and insisted that wasn’t going on at all. “Not with that attitude” Cali replied, making York blush immensely. His face felt so hot, in comparison with the rest of his body. Flo teased them a little, then just rushed off with Georgia to do their own thing. 

Cali and York were left alone for a while, except for when they managed to fall asleep on the couch. Mass walked by and saw this. Knowing how cold it could get on the East side for a Westerner, he threw a blanket over the two and walked off. York caught a glimpse of Mass walking away before falling back asleep shortly after. After the brief little nap, York got up first and texted Mass, saying “Thank you” for the blanket. “No prob” Mass replied in his usual, brief fashion. Cali woke up shortly after, still nuzzling into York’s chest. York ran his fingers through Cali’s messy, curly hair, just allowing him to stay rested there. 

“You’re too damn precious. I’m gonna need you to tone it down” York teased.

“Look who’s talking. Your face when it was all red like that? Wish I had my camera” Cali teased back, making York lightly shove Cali off of him.

York and Cali got up and made their own food for lunch. Well, York did. His primary love language seems to be “Acts of Service”, as he made the two of them a lovely pasta dish. Cali even seemed surprised how delicately York was while cooking, to which York assured that it was so the food didn’t taste off (not too peppery or salty, for example). Cali hugged York from behind at one point while cooking… Shit. Another flashback. 

It was a long time ago, but York could remember it clearly. York was trying to surprise Mass for dinner, cooking them a wonderful Chicken Parmesan dish after a long day. Mass hugs York from behind and kisses the top of head, asking him what’s for dinner. York says “Chicken Parm!” Mass immediately pushes York away from the cooking station and proceeds to dump everything into the trash. York very angrily demanded an explanation as to what Mass had just done… To which, in response, Mass harshly slapped York across the cheek, making him fall to the floor. Mass towered over York with the spoon he was using to cook and took a few cracks at him. All while screaming: “I told you! No more of that Italian shit!” Mass walked away in a huff, leaving New York on the floor, shaking and trying hard not to cry, confused and scared. Many of the others walked past him or just assumed he was strong enough to handle it on his own. Until one finally stopped to check on him… Cali. Cali knelt down and picked York up, patching him up and asking him what happened.

York came back from the flashback, cringing a bit as Cali held him in such a way. Cali immediately backed away and apologized a few dozen times. York sighed heavily, saying that it was fine, but just to not do that again. Cali agreed, sitting down at the dinner table. York went into the bathroom to ride out his anxiety attack for a few moments and insisted that people leave him alone if they saw him freak out. Once things felt like they had calmed down a bit, York splashed some cold water on his face, reminding himself where he was. In the here and now, and that Cali was waiting for some pasta as well. York came out of the bathroom and finished up the dish, serving it promptly.

Cali admired the rich flavors of the sauce York made, as well as the perfect softness of the pasta, making York a little happier. He had almost completely forgotten about the flashback moment, as he seemed happy with Cali right now. York looked down at his scars though and shuddered a bit, looking at Cali to preemptively warn him that he wasn’t doing too well still. Cali sat down next to York, asking if it was okay to hug him. York agreed, and the two hugged for a while. Cali calmed York by doing some grounding exercises and with healthy distractions. The two eventually went back to eating dinner together and talking. After cleaning up everything, Cali takes York back to his room, stating that if he wanted to be alone for the night, Cali would understand. Before Cali could take one step out of the room, York turned Cali around and hugged him close.

“I hate to admit that I need someone but… I need ya. Please stay” York said, a little shaken in his tone.

“Of course. I’ll stay for as long as you’d like” Cali replied, hugging back.

“Stay the whole damn night” York said with a soft chuckle.

The two giggled, then got into bed together. They watched YouTube and cuddled before finally struggling to stay awake by 12 am. York fell asleep first, nestled closely to Cali’s chest. Cali played with York’s hair for a bit, before kissing York’s forehead and falling asleep himself.

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[dyad-of-fate]

please tell us about the evolutionary chain thing

Oh boy. This is a VERY long explanation which we are working on turning into an illustrated series but we can give a brief run down~ (Speaking of the series, to help the process along, we would love to have animal suggestions!)

Basically we are running under two different scientific theories.

Human evolution (based on current anthropological findings)

Convergent evolution

To skip over a lot of complicated and still heavily debated things in the anthropology department, we are running under the assumption that homo sapien was not the one and only "intelligent life" but that it is the last surviving line of the hominins (Neanderthals, homo erectus, heidelbergensis, etc). Taurs are the "okay what if they didn't die out though? What if they not only survived, but continued to form even more branches of the tree of life?"

To help illustrate a little bit we took a screenshot of a very basic version of the evolutionary tree and modified it where the taurs are. [Link]

And from here the species followed this line of evolutionary paths.

You may have noticed that there are not humans/monkeys/apes and the like at all. Those are "facets" vs "taurs." A facet is an umbrella term for a six limbed creatures whose upper torsos are (typically) elongated, the foremost limbs have opposable hands/paws, and somewhat increased problem solving skills. In other words, they are the monkeys, lemurs and apes of this world. Taurs are those who developed more "human" like brains and features. The big thing that's really different is that the homo sapien incident wasn't the only instance of sapient life developing. (We will make a much better/cleaner version with actual taur and facets as we fill out the tree. :)

Convergent evolution then explains why many taurs look very similar but have slightly varying proportions. Generally speaking, hooved taurs have bigger heads and long upper torsos, pawed taurs tend to have shorter torsos and arms comparable in length to their front legs... Though their internal workings are also varied. Like humans, taurs are omnivorous. However, animals that are normally herbivores have common intolerances and allergies to meats. Their carnivorous counterparts require more proteins in their diet...

Why can there be so many variations? For those who don't know about biological anthropology, this is what the most commonly accepted human tree looks like (actually a few are missing from this picture but it gets the idea across) [Link]

Many of them overlap with each other, especially at the 2 million years ago mark.

So yeah! For taurs there was likely a single common ancestor that started to develop a larger brain, which later split their physical characteristics (carnivora, cetartiodactyla, perissodactyla, etc) then within those groups began to fractal into taurs and facets, then back to physical characteristics splitting (canines, felines, equines, mustalids, etc). Bouncing between each change until current day.

...And that's not getting into the difference between "domestic" and "feral" taurs, which is both a social structure and physical characteristics. :)

That is about the most paired down version we can give- also apologies for incorrect information if there is any for the real world stuff. One of us took a few biology classes including one biological anthropology overview, and I like to keep up with current scientific findings but I am not an expert. Take this with a grain of salt and enjoy the fantasy~

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[moonvalecrossing]

Alright, top 3 favorite and least Gym Leaders of Paldea?

Hell yeah Fam lets do this! PROBABLY MORE SCARLET AND VIOLET SPOILERS KIND OF. THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING. Also unpopular opinions probably! I aint stopping you from liking what you like. Nobody attack me for the following!

Favorites first.

#3. Kofu. I like the colors in his design. I like that he's a friendly old man. I also liked how they used him to introduce a side activity in the game that I might otherwise have completely passed by. Even though I wound up climbing the mountain around Cascarrafa in order to get to the other town he went to because I was scared to cross the desert and run into the part of Arven's quest that was out there. I want to try his cooking.

#2. Grusha. The last gym leader is always supposed to be the strongest and I did not expect to find the Ice Type gym in this slot. Of course, but his point in the game I was a tad over leveled. By this point in the game, even when I was swapping out and training entire teams for a gym/team star/legend battle I was already thinking about what mons I'd take to the elite four and any other endgame stuff so I already had a pretty good party set up. I sorta pulled the rug out from under this cool cucumber's sassy ass. It was absolutely adorable how he was clearly embarrassed when our character asks for a picture with him after earning the badge.

#1. Larry. Larry is we all. All of us are Larry at some point. This man is so tired you guys. He just wants to get his job done. He didn't want to be a gym leader, he's just really good at it so that's his job now. The poor thing is even one of the elite four. How did they manage to make a tired salaryman a pokemon trainer? I don't know but I'm so happy he exists 10/10 I would hang out and share a meal with him when he had some time off.

Honorable mention: Ryme. Her hair is dreadlocks shaped like skeleton parts. She's a rapping old lady and that is rad as FUCK. Yes, queen! SLAY! RAISE THE DEAD. NECROMANCY!! The only thing I didn't like about her design was the fact the people who made her model made her dress so damn tight that you could see her navel through the fabric as well as the damn creases where her thighs meet her abdomen. Not even rapping grandmothers are safe from the male gaze anymore, folks. Every woman wears vacuum sealed plastic in the future.

Now the least favorites! Preface: I don't HATE these characters. Well besides the unlucky duck who's sitting at the top of the #1 slot. I kinda really hate them but we'll get to that. <3

#3. Brassius. PUT DOWN YOUR PITCHFORKS, DID YOU SKIP THAT PARAGRAPH UP THERE JUST NOW? I don't hate him. But... I don't really like him too much either. I want to, don't get me wrong. I'm a sucker for artist characters. I've always considered myself an artist. But... this guy is a lot of what I hate about artist characters. A bit abnormal? The dude was standing on the damn windmill before the battle started and implied he watched us collect those sunflora from all the way up there. He uses the word 'avant-garde' way too much. Also, gonna say it now. His pieces of art aren't that great. He's got like 200 of the same sunflora statue all over Artazon. It's not even that impressive of a statue. Just slightly exaggerated of a regular Sunflora. And whatever that other work is supposed to be... yes, okay sure Brassius is such a skilled artist that his weird thorn ring thing needs to be shown on billboards all over that one city. At least they decided to give the multiple copy pastes of this piece different colors. And then there's the class he joins in during Mr. Hassel's teachings at school. If you pick the wrong emotion when he asks how he was feeling when he made that damn sunflora statue? "No no no... completely and utterly wrong!" Look here you avant-asshole. If there's one thing that really rustles my jimmies its 'artists' who get offended at someone having an incorrect interpretation of your art. You made a mildly constipated looking sunflora statue, not some great piece depicting Arceus mourning over having no choice but sealing Giratina away. Get out of my art class before you spread your bad personality to the younger students. Don't glare at me when those creepy eyebrowless eyes. You look 24 going on 79. Burgh will always be the superior artistic gym leader!

#2. Tulip. Okay, so overall I love this woman's design. Well besides whatever the Kentucky fried fuck is going on with her eyelashes. Like, goddamn woman. Stay away from open flames they might catch fire. How do you hold you eyes open with that much weight on them? However, the design is about all I like about her. We're introduced to her gabbing on her phone. She's not thinking about the gym battle she's about to be challenged to, oh no. She's too busy planning out a makeup line with someone. And this cake-up faced woman has the gall to decide the tagline for this new line of cosmetics should be 'naturally beautiful'. Uh, honey, no. Please do not enforce the idea that 'natural' beauty needs eyeshadow, mascara, lipstick, and the whole nine yards. It's bad enough that women end up trapped in a Schrodinger's Box of being 'slutty' and 'fake' if they wear too much makeup, or looking like a corpse or they're sick if they don't have enough makeup on. When she finally deigns to get off the damn phone she's quick to let you know that being gym leader is just a side gig and that her make focus is all about makeup. She then calls our character cute and says that her ESP training made us all the more beautiful. Woman your challenge was possibly my least favorite of all of the gym challenges. It was obnoxious and all it made me feel was a strong desire to have my Annihilape break your nose. And when we finally beat her? One of the first things she says is that she should take you under her wing before we find our big break somewhere else. You stay away from me, lady. This tube of purple lipstick is all I want in life. Oh, and I hope you trip on your heels when you get back to your absolutely packed schedule. Seriously, don't quit your day job. Quit your side gig. Let me battle someone with a better personality. Also? Ryme's got better taste in makeup than you.

#1. Iono. I hate this child. I hate this child so, so much. Gamefreak did an amazing job of recreating everything I hate about the stereotypic streamer girl persona. LOL SO CUTE AND RANDOM INTRODUCTION? Punny name? Oh, Iunno, looks like it! A weird-ass crazy vtuber design? Hot damn this kid's got it all! It's a good thing she's got simps like Electro King throwing money at her because after she filed her teeth down to get those absurd spikes her dental work must be an absolute nightmare. Like Tulip, Iono is clearly more focused on her job outside of working as a gym leader. She only cares about how many views you can get her. She even says as much before introducing her gym 'challenge'. We can't 'collab' with her unless we play a cheap man's version of where is waldo with some random guy she pulled off the street (who luckily just so happened to be someone we could easily recognize). If we can't get this narcissistic cotton candy brat the views she wants, we'll fail. Were I actually in this universe, my gym challenge would have ended right here because I would have called her out on that shit, walked right out of the gym, filed a complaint with the league, and bought tickets to the furthest away region I could as well as got my legal name changed as soon as I touched down. I'll be carrying my best pokemon on me at all times because there's no way in hell I'm getting jumped by rabid manlets because I called out their waifu. My brother keeps telling me she's a grown ass woman. Yeah, okay. I don't care how many thousands of years old that dragon loli is she looks like a child. The final cherry on this sundae is how she signs off after losing her gym battle. I'm guessing she's supposed to do that heart symbol with her hands as the camera zooms in on it but, unfortunately, her designers decided to give her some bigass sleeves that cover her hands. So in that split second zoom we get, all I saw was the camera zoom in on this child-looking streamer's non-existent boobs. Fantastic and not the least bit unfitting. I bet Electro King had more pokebucks for her after that one. Also she did what I absolutely hate and had an electric type that's immune to ground types because of FUCKING LEVITATE. Fuck. I hate that ability so goddamn much. How dare you make me dislike Mismagius in any way.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

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