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minispidey · 5 months

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04: Barbie and the Giftshopist.

Steven Grant x f!bimbo!reader. previous part. series masterlist.

04. Breaking into a museum with Barbie!

warnings: breaking and entering??? none really.

note: italics are the boys in headspace talking ❤️

As usual, it was as if you and Steven were in sync: showering, preparing, and dressing up at the same time before walking towards your doors and opening them in unison.

"Steven!" you smiled brightly at him as you stepped out of your flat and locked it "Okay! I got our whole afternoon to dinner planned out. I made a list~"

"Alright." he laughs "What's first?"

You crumpled the paper and threw it behind you "Shopping." you grabbed his arm and pulled him into the elevator fast.

You drove to the nearest furniture shop and practically dragged Steven inside "Come on! You need a proper table. Just because it's doe-able doesn't mean it's good enough."

"I don't got the money, love."

"Who said you're paying?"

Steven was a moth to a flame. He loved the clear difference between you and him. You were this big ball of energy, a magnet pulling him in. You were a bit of a ditz, but you had an incredible job and lifestyle, and he was just a giftshopist.

Maybe he doesn't deserve you.

"Alright. No more self-sabotaging. Just enjoy your date." Marc said from the headspace, groaning.

"I'm trying." he mumbled. Steven watches you look at different dining tables, knocking and asking for other colors and types of wood.

"Gosh… I've always wanted one like that," he whispered to himself "A little too expensive, though. I could never ask you to–"

"Stevie, come on!" you giggled.

You went further into the back where there wasn't any staff and settled on an oak table "I think this is it!" you lifted yourself and sat on it, letting your slip-on heels fall with two clicks.

"Alright. It's-" Steven's eyes widened at the price "...pricey."

"It's my treat, Stevie. Consider it uh... a gift! To commemorate our date and many more to come, I hope?"

He blushes, nodding "Yeah! Of course." he sets his hand on the table, beside your thigh "Maybe, you know... dinner one of these nights? I'll cook you something."

"Smooth. Don't forget to breathe." Jake chuckled.

You started giggling "I can't say no to that. Totally! I didn't know you can cook."

"You can't." Marc sighs.

"Yeah, I can." Steven took his hand off the table and knelt in front of you taking your heels "What else do you have planned in that list of yours? Anything you wanna do's fine with me."

"Well, Vogue released an article for the top most romantic dates and one of them is at a museum! Which I would personally enjoy, but you already work there." you shrugged "How about we shop until my ankles bruise and top it off with dinner?"

"Woah there, love. Wouldn't want to ruin your shoes now, would you?" he joked as he slipped your heels on your feet.

"Gosh, you're so right! I should buy a new pair to replace these ones!"

It looked brand new to Steven which puzzled him for a second.

"Let's go pay— well, I'll pay— and I'll have it delivered tomorrow." you grab his hand and hop off the table, walking back to the front of the store and placing your credit card down "Put it in my card. We'll take the one in the back."

He watched you with a faint, incredulous smile as the cashier took the card and rang it up. You were a madwoman, a sweet, generous madwoman, and he was in love.

It wasn’t even that the table was expensive, though it was— it was that you’d do this for him that meant so much.

In fact… this wasn’t just his favorite date. It was one of his favorite moments he could remember.

What an enchanting woman you were.

The two of you stopped by a bookstore, dragging him inside. The comforting smell of the books relaxed you and you began to read the titles of the ones lined up on the shelves. One looked old and intrigued you. You took it out and smelled the pages, making Steven smile.

He wandered off on his own, spotting a couple of classic novels before stopping in front of the Egyptology area. Steven checks out a few books, skimming through the pages before the old shopkeep coughs and points at a no reading sign.

"Sorry." Steven closes the book before setting it down. You found him and took his hand, heading deeper into the shop "I wanna look for something."

"Something?"

"Classic. Also one of the reasons why I love romance."

"What's this mysterious book?" he chuckled.

"Pride and Prejudice." you smiled "A prideful shy arrogant man with bad social skills and a prejudiced independent young woman fall in love. The best enemies to lovers book to exist. But then again I didn't read it yet, I watched the movie and the series..."

"Really? Maybe I'll watch it some other day."

"Totally! So, Egyptian history books again?"

"Research. I donated off some of my books from the pile we made last week so I can get new ones. I promise I won't get more than five." he laughs, holding up three books he picked.

"Aw, good for you!"

You placed his purchased books into the back of your car and drove off with him "There were a couple'a Pride and Prejudice books back there. Why'd you didn't get one?"

"Well," you let out a sigh "I wanted to get like, the original one. As in, original release."

"Original release? When was it released?"

"Eighteen–thirteen I think."

Steven stops to think "Love, that book was published over two–hundred years ago."

"And?"

"I don't think you'd be-" he stops himself "Maybe you'll get lucky next time."

"I hope so!" you turn your head towards him "I've been wanting it for so long! Ever since I watched Kiera Knightley, I was never the same! That was love and I refuse to read Pride and Prejudice unless it's the original one."

Steven was worried when you took your eyes off the road and held on to the wheel "Careful!"

"Oops! Sorry~" you giggled as you turned your head back "We should go on a walk to the restaurant! Maybe just a few minutes away."

"We could." he nodded "I'm just worried about your shoes. Are you sure you want to walk on cobblestones in heels, love?"

"I'll be fine! It would be so romantic and-"

"-totes not amazing!" you whimpered while you sat down outside the restaurant and Steven was kneeling down to try and fix your heels.

You two finished eating your dinners and you were still mopey about your pretty pink heels "These were the cutest kitten heels I had and I forgot these were Tommy! It's so hard to find these."

"Sorry, love. I should've stopped you harder." Steven looked up at you.

"No, Stevie. It's fine. I'm the one who insisted on having a romantic walk." you sighed "Can you get the car?"

After a few minutes, he (Jake) managed to drive the car to the restaurant where you waited and he switched to Steven before getting out of the driver's seat. You got up before tripping down because of your broken heel.

"Love, are you alright?" Steven helps you up and slip off your heels.

"I'm okay..." you took your broken heels and opened the trunk of your car, tossing it in before taking out your emergency pink fluffy slippers.

You both entered the car and drove away. It was a quiet drive as you stared straight ahead with a frown, no sign of your usually happy and cheery self present.

Steven thought he ruined it. He should've helped you with the date but instead, he just laid back and let you do whatever. He felt bad. He shouldn't, but he did. Even Marc is trying to tell him the heel wasn't his fault.

"I'm sorry, Stevie... I just wanted to have a really romantic and nice night and my heels ruined it..." you broke the silence a minute later.

"It's alright, love. You don't need to apologize. I enjoyed it anyways. All I really wanted was to be by your side..."

Your eyes lit up and the car slows down in the empty road "Really?"

"We don't even need to go out with a grand plan. Honestly, dates aren't my thing and I'm not good at it. But the times we just hang around in my flat are romantic to me." he smiled at you "Home-cooked dinner, a movie, and you."

You smiled back at him and you realized that he was the perfect man for you. You didn't want to let him go.

"What was that article again— oh, top best dates, right? A museum. Do you still want to go?"

You checked the time "Are you sure it's still open? It's already 10:43..."

"It will be." Steven held up a keychain. You kept staring at the key and he knew you didn't get it "We're gonna break in— well, not break in. I have the key, so. Not breaking in. Besides, I work there."

"Oh my gosh, Stevie!" you cover your mouth, smiling "Isn't this like, totes illegal?"

"Not if we don't get caught."

"Who are you and what did you do to Steven?" Jake laughed from the headspace. Steven ignored his comment and looked at you in the eyes.

"You know what? We've been doing what I want this whole time. Let's do it!" you drove off quickly, excited because of the idea. Steven was happy to see you smile again, and he was sure about his idea.

You parked away from the museum itself and both of you snuck to the door, Steven opening the locks with his keys. He opened it a bit and let you in. He shuts the door immediately and the museum is dark, but it amazes you.

You could still see the artifacts with the moonlight peeking in through the windows. You walked around and smiled as Steven talked about some of the artifacts in the Egypt gallery "And you work at the gift shop? Gosh. You could be a tour guide or something..."

"You really think so?"

"I know so. Totes!" your voice echoed throughout the room "I mean, you should totally apply for it or something. Those books are paying off real well."

Before he knew it, hours passed and you sat in front of a statue, making you curious "Who's this?"

"That's a Caryatid. She was a pillar used to support a roof." Steven looks at it and sits next to you "Caryatid is Greek for maidens of Caryae. She's one of six maidens, the Caryatids of Erechtheion."

"Six?" you turn to him "Where's the other five?"

"Athens from what I remember."

"While she's the only one here in London?" you stared sadly at the statue again "That's so sad... she has sisters and she hasn't been with them for god knows how long... it's so sad..."

Steven looked at you and nodded "It is..." his heart was crushed after understanding what you meant. But it did make his heart skip a beat when you cared for a statue.

"You know, if I had to steal one and give it back, would want to give her back..." you whispered, touching the base with your hand.

After that night, you didn't see Steven for two weeks. You were worried but didn't want to overstep your boundaries.

Was your date really that bad?

You missed having to step outside and see his face every day. It made you a little depressed too. It was yet another morning without Steven's greetings and you picked up the newspaper from outside your door before walking to your bed and opening it up to read the latest news.

As you were about to take a sip of your morning drink, you dropped it by accident upon seeing the article.

The Homecoming Triumph: Athens Welcomes the 6th Caryatid Statue.

UP NEXT: what happened to steven in the last two weeks?!

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ticklystuff · 2 months

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Energy to Burn

a/n: inspired by gaming's teapot dialogue (pls ignore thoma standing there menacingly i was too lazy to remove him for the pic..)

for some context, a lot of ppl that celebrate lunar new year will clean their homes prior to the new year! but ya i was supposed to upload this before lantern rite and that did not happen so just pretend i did

wc: ~1.8k

summary: aether has the very relatable problem of someone else doing his chores, oh the horror

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Hallway clean.

Counters sheen.

Kitchen kempt.

House pristine.

Aether's eyes scanned over the entirety of his living space, taking in the now well-organized room. Sloppy would be misleading in terms of how to describe himself and Aether did enjoy cleaning on the occasion, yet a certain floating companion could easily offset his progress. Compound that with constant settled dust and dirt while being away and keeping the teapot spotless becomes a massive ordeal. He did his best, he really did, but things were never exactly how Aether liked them.

Yet as much as his own reflection in the countertops was pleasing to the eye, Aether couldn't help but release a lowly sigh, recalling a conversation from the day prior.

"Now, I know you won't let me pay any rent while I'm here, 'cause we're friends and all, but I will at least insist on making myself useful. So, if you catch me cleaning or gardening at any point — don't try and stop me."

It didn't take a genius to deduce the "culprit" behind the state of the teapot and Aether soon found himself running through the hallways of the house, crying out to his guest, always taking a second to marvel at the cleanliness of each room, before bolting to a different area of the building.

"Gaming! Gaming!!"

A brief run-through of the kitchen area rewarded Aether with a clue for his efforts: a propped open backdoor to the garden area. Lo and behold, there Gaming was, kneeling down to feed the numerous cats Aether liked to bring home to the teapot, seemingly oblivious to the blond's nearby presence. The dancer's current attire heavily clashed with the colorful flora he stood amongst, adorning a simple grey t-shirt that gave a slight peek of his midriff, baggy shorts that fell past his knees, and his usual shoes improperly slipped on. As Aether approached the other, he couldn't help but notice the little tune Gaming hummed, bobbing his head along. Lacking the usual accessories, Gaming's disheveled hair flew about in the breeze without a care.

"Gaming?" Aether slowly approached the other, prompting him to practically jump in response.

"Oh- woah! Morning, boss!" Gaming giggled, catching himself in the moment. "Look at these little guys! They love the treats I brought them! Oh, and speaking of which, did you see the breakfast I made? It's nothing special, but I prepared some congee for you. I also found some pumpkins laying around and cut them up, if you'd like to add them to your dish!"

"Ah, I haven't eaten yet," Aether nodded, watching the cats devour their food, "but I just wanted to thank you for cleaning up the house."

"Oh, it's no problem-"

"But also, you really don't need to go through all this effort," Aether quickly interjected. "You're a guest here and you should really be enjoying your time, not doing my chores."

"Uh-uh, no can do, boss!" Gaming gave another grin, not a beat missed in his reply. "I've already told you that's not how it's going to fly. Plus, who says I'm not having a good time doing your chores?"

"Gaming.."

"Heh, don't sweat it," he tilted his head, before huffing in reassurance. "My po po always taught me that I should always show gratitude to my host for having me as a guest. Besides, it's almost Lantern Rite and it's customary to clean your home before then. I know this isn't my own place, but it's where I'm staying for now, so might as well!"

"Well, not to this extent." He couldn't help but sigh, feeling conflicted, yet at the same time, Gaming didn't seem to mind in the slightest.

"Don't worry about it," Gaming clicked amusedly with his tongue. "Just think of it as a productive way for me to burn all my energy for the day!"

"I suppose." Didn't really help him feel less bad about the whole thing, though.

"Alrighty then!" Gaming placed his hands on his hips in thought. "What's next on the agenda- Ah! H-Hehehey!" The sudden outburst took Aether by surprise, taking a moment to realize why. Now out of food, the cats Gaming had been generously feeding were brushing along the bare lower parts of his legs, some even pawing at his shins, meowing as if crying out for more food.

"N-No, get awahahay!" the brunet continued to giggle, hopping between each leg to avoid the encircling horde of kittens clamoring for their next snack. "H-Here!" Gaming quickly reached into his pocket, throwing out a surplus of treats that was enough to divert the attention of his new following.

And the whole time, Aether had been observing.. watching.. stewing the little idea that the teapot cats have so graciously handed to his brain on a silver platter. If Gaming had extra energy burn, he could certainly help with that.

"Whew," Gaming sighed in relief once the cats had dispersed. "Do you not feed them here? Why are they so hun- WahH! Hey! Boss, w-what're you-?! N-Nohoho! Nahahat you too!"

In his distracted state, it wasn't particularly difficult for Aether to bowl the other over, easily pinning Gaming to the grassy garden of the teapot. Once ready, Aether set his plan into motion, digging into the sides that were oh-so conveniently exposed thanks to Gaming's choice of current attire.

"You mentioned having a little extra energy to spare," Aether teased, pinching at the exposed sides in succession to create an erratic giggly response. "Thought that maybe I could help with that."

"Nahahat like thihihis!" Gaming shook his head with a smile, showing off the widest dimples adorning his cheeks. "I-I wahahas juhuhust trying to heheEHEHELP!"

Aether couldn't help but grin along, having just hit a particularly good spot that elicited the cutest squeals. He continued to make use of the newfound discovery, circling the area around Gaming's navel with the tips of his finger nails in repeated motions to draw out the contagious laughter. "Y'know this is your fault, right? If you hadn't started feeding the cats, I would have never found out you're so ticklish."

"Th-That dohohohesn't mahahake any sehehense!" Gaming kicked his legs and patted away at the hands that lightly clawed all over his midsection, but it was for naught, as Aether had no intent on stopping any time soon. "Ehehehehahaha! StahahAHAhahap!"

"I could," Aether drew out with his tongue, making sure to really dig into the vulnerable waist with incessant pokes, feeling Gaming's body lurch and his legs kick to escape the way Aether effectively straddled him, "if you promise to relax during the rest of your stay."

"NEHEHEVEHEHER!"

Aether shrugged his shoulders, perfectly fine with Gaming's stubbornness, if that's what suited him. His laughter was the best part, Aether soon realized; there was something softly warm to it, akin to nibbling into a slice of freshly baked bread. No matter the flavor of laughter, whether it be the sharp yelps from squeezing his thighs to the squeals Gaming would make whenever his navel was targeted, or maybe the bouncy giggles from tasing his sides, the lush vibrant undertones were never absent, satiating Aether's ears in the most fulfilling way possible. He was so content with the current situation that the reason the two were there nearly slipped his mind, until the sight of Gaming's tomato cheeks caught Aether by surprise.

"Hehe, oops," Aether giggled, giving his hands and Gaming a pause. "Well, have we burned enough energy for today?"

"Nuh-uh," Gaming finally shook his head. Breathless as he may be, there was still the faintest glimmer of vigor behind his smile. "I can do this all day."

"Hmph, me too." His hands poised once again, prompting Gaming's limbs to tense in response, yet Aether found himself stopping midair. If Gaming didn't break from everything tried so far, then it would only make sense to switch up his target, but where to? So far, nothing had worked, the boy seemingly a boundless well of laughter and energy, but surely there'd be something..

"What's wrong?" Gaming spoke up, his voice not having fully recovered yet. "Given up yet?"

"Heh, no," Aether lightly tweaked his hips, causing his arms to flail, before his arms landed uselessly on the grass next to.. a discarded shoe?? The blond blinked twice, taking a moment to piece together that one of Gaming's slippers must've flung off during all the kicking he was doing, which meant..

Aether quickly slid downwards, ensnaring the bare foot in an armlock before Gaming could make a move, creating what seemed to be panicked shaking from behind. "H-Hey, wait a minute," Gaming's voice could be heard running a mile a minute, as his free leg pressed against the grass in a last attempt to escape. "Okay, okay this is mean! No, no, no, you don't have to- NohohOHOHO! W-WahahahAIT!"

The effect was almost instant, as Aether scribbled up and down the sensitive sole, eliciting crackled laughter from its owner. He took a second to take a peek behind him, giggling at the scene of Gaming uselessly covering his face with his hands as muffled helpless laughter poured through. There was the occasional kick to his backside from the other spasming leg, but Aether made sure to reward those with a few rougher scrapes to his foot. "Surrender yet?"

"WahAHAHAHA!"

"I didn't hear a yes," Aether snickered, drowned out by Gaming's wailing, feeling the trapped leg buck in his grasp. His fingers ran up the length of the sole, earning himself squeal whenever he reached the base of Gaming's toes, before sliding back down to his heel.

"Okay! Okahahahay! Stahahap! I gihiHIHIVE!"

Just for good measure, Aether delivered a few more pressurized pokes to the middle of his foot, listening as Gaming slapped his hands on the grass in defeat amongst the pleading. When he eventually released his leg, Aether was surprised to see the limb fall limp instead of being pulled back to safety, though he supposed this was a good sign that Gaming's energy was finally spent.

"Urgh, why," the brunet groaned, exhausted without a doubt. "This is what I get for being a good person."

"No, it's what you get for being stubborn," Aether chided with a shake of his head, before offering his hand to help the other on his legs. Once Gaming stood up, Aether couldn't help but ruffle the disheveled mess of brown hair in an attempt at brushing away the pieces of grass caught in the strands.

"Mmm," Gaming shook his head, before running his fingers through his hair a couple of times. "Maybe you won today, but there's always tomorrow's chores. You can't totally stop me."

Aether rolled his eyes in response. "Is that so?" he said, fingers wiggling towards Gaming's sides.

"Okay, okay!" Gaming already began giggling again, jumping back to safety. "I'll learn to chill."

"Promise?"

Gaming sighed, almost as if he had something else to say, only to shake his head. "Fine, promise."

#gaming #aether #genshin impact #tickling

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kaythefloppa · 23 days

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Wild Kratts - Our Blue and Green World: Part 1: Review [Spoilers]

Welp, here it is, the Wild Kratts TV movie (not to be confused with the feature film they've been teasing us with since 2021). There's been a lot of hype around this special and season, especially with how much the latter was being hyped up during the hiatus. Let's see if the blue and green bros were able to deliver: Spoilers under the cut

Well, this is certainly an attention grabber!

This entire live action intro is shot and edited like an animated Wild Kratts episode, it's glorious.

Woah, intro change!

They said the thing! They said the thing!

HELP THIS IS SO RELATABLE. Also, THE BOYS ARE FIGHTING

Lmao I don't think they do it very often, but using animals/nature in their insults is very creative.

Also, whooping crane episode when?

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This entire song is mercifully short. Like most character sung songs in Wild Kratts, it's not good, but this at least is clever in its lyrics and its visuals. It feels like a Disney reference at best and I am content with that. I also ADORED seeing the Draco and Walrus Suit return again. It's arguably the best musical number in the series. No, that is not saying a lot.

MARTIN WHY ARE YOU THE ONE WHO'S MIFFED YOU NEARLY MUFASA'D YOUR LITTLE BROTHER

CHRIS WHY ARE YOU MILDLY INCONVENIENCED YOU GOT ACRAPHOBIA FALLING FROM THAT HEIGHT

When I first saw the clip, I thought that they were going somewhere with this, like they'd activate Peacock Powers at the end when they recognized the compatibility and blue and green. But nope. Wasted potential is an understatement.

Also, where the fuck are they right now? In a previous shot there was Target the Chameleon, implying that they've been to Madagascar, but that is an Indian peafowl, and as far as I'm concerned, they don't live in Madagascar. Were they just having an off-day? These animals have little to nothing to do with the plot when they really shouldn't have, so I don't see why they couldn't have just shown a projector image or something.

Remember when I joked about the Wild Pony Power Suit returning in S7.... fuck you Apollo.

Man, they are eating it up with the animation here. It's hard to tell with screengrabs but man, is it fluid.

The first half of this episode is mixed. While it feels like the brothers are incredibly stubborn, it also does make sense for them to be this fixated on their favorites. So I can totally buy this. It could've been insufferable to watch, but it wasn't.

As if YOU haven't spied on them since the first time your dorito-headed ass showed up on screen

Did you find that funny? Because not only do they do a similar joke like that later on, but they follow through on that joke in the most unexpected way you will shit your pants when you first ingest it.

Oh my god if they make a Creature Power Suit off of that bird, I will take back any diss I've made, that is so beautiful.

Good to know that Aviva put the button near the chest and not near the back.

Maybe it's just me but this is kinda pushing it. Chris is literally getting his organs crushed, I think that should matter more than A) being right or B) trying to get 2 people to stop fighting.

I'm loving the callback and what this leads up to but ew, all this does is remind me about how ugly bright the color pallatte in S6. Really glad they fixed it in S7.

HELL FUCKING YES

This episode finds really unique ways of showing how the two different biomes are interconnected. It's like Rainforest Stew's (very brilliantly handled) message only to a larger degree. Kids can learn a lot from this.

I fucking love this episode, man.

Honestly, the way they write Paisley in the first half of the episode is very in-line with her character. Most shows that do what this episode does has them be out-of-character as a set-up, but here, she's just roasting the fuck out of Zach. Once again, recontextualized entirely in the climax.

HOW THE FUCK DID HE GET TO MADAGASCAR FROM THE GODDAMN AMAZON IN ONE AFTERNOON THAT IS LIKE MORE THAN 1,000 MILES AWAY?? ARE ANACONDAS THAT FAST?????

Also, INDRIS!!!!! :D

I was frankly expecting this to horribly backfire but spoilers, it doesn't. This actually winds up working. Common Aviva W.

To be continued.... will the blue and green rivalry end? Will one prove superior over another? And will they be able to stop Zach and Paisley and save the planet earth? And will this change the adventures of the Wild Kratts team forever? Stay tuned for part 2!

Pros:

The live action segments.

The animation of the earth's model.

The musical number not being ass.

Paisely's catty behavior.

The Anaconda Suit.

The inventive ways they show how the stability of the Earth is complex. There are a lot of ways it functions and thus a lot of ways it needs to survive

The comedy.

Cons:

The villains do not do anything until the second half of this episode. In fact, they're left completely in the backdrop. I expected them to make their prescence known and for Aviva to invent the discs to get them together for the SAKE of fighting the villains. But no. It makes the stakes feel hollow, which is the opposite of what they should be gunning for in an hour long special that they hype the shit out of.

CONCLUSION:

It was an "okay" set-up. It did live up to some of the hype it had, but not all of it. Honestly if it wasn't for the second half of this episode, this movie would be mediocre or slightly above average, but no. They do pick themselves off the ground and... they do jump the shark. But we'll get to that next time

#spoilers #season 7 spoilers #wild kratts #wild kratts season 7 #paisley paver #zach varmitech #kratt brothers #2d kratt brothers #2d martin kratt #2d chris kratt #I lost sleep over this episode istg #Youtube

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Sunset Savannah’s Tamashina-Mina – Episode 2 (Part 2)

Following is part 2 of my translation of Episode 2 of the Tamashina-Mina event. This part contains episodes 2-3 to 2-6. This concludes Episode 2.

Spoilers after the cut!

Episode 2-4

Kalim: Woah. So these are the outfits we get to wear for the tournament. They’re so cool!! And they’re super easy to move around in.

Lilia: I agree. Ah, now I’m wishing we could go play Catch the Tail right now.

Vil: This is a wild look imbued with nobility and brilliance, and one that will serve me well as my ally in battle. What I’m seeking here with this piece is the sense of the wild in its rawest form, where you’re able to enjoy nature itself without any gaudy adornments getting in the way. I can already tell this outfit is going to be an indispensable partner for me during the tournament. ...All that to say I've never tried out clothing like this before, but it's not bad at all.

Kalim: Honestly, I didn’t really understand half of what you were saying just now… But I really like the vibes we got going on. Just wearing these clothes makes it feel like there’s a bunch of power welling up inside of me!

Lilia: And this mantle here will protect me from direct sunlight. What a lifesaver!

Kalim: Yeah, covering yourself up actually helps keep you a lot cooler than when you go around bare skin.

Lilia: At any rate, you pull off that outfit wonderfully, Vil. Same as you always do.

Kalim: For sure! You look just like a model!

Vil: It’s not that I look like a model.

Kalim: Huh? Oh, yeah! That’s right! I was just trying to say that you look really good.

Vil: Of course I do. And you also look very stylish yourself, Kalim. You’re always wearing a bandana, so that one looks very natural on you.

Kalim: I’m happy to hear it! I tried tying it a bunch of different ways.

Lilia: The way I’m wearing mine is super cute too, don’t you think? Come take a look-see.

Vil: Yes, it’s distinctively Lilia-esque.

Lilia: No matter what I wear, I end up looking good. Oh, to be a devilishly handsome young man such as I! And this bandana looks like it will help ward off heat exhaustion. It’d be an insult to Jack if we end up falling victim to the same fate as he did.

Leona: Sorry to keep ya waitin’.

Kalim: Oh, you finished getting changed, too. You look totally awesome!

Lilia: Your outfit is even more magnificent than ours.

Leona: Yeah. That’s 'cause instead of being a tournament contender like you guys, I gotta serve as the leader of the Sunset Warriors.

Vil: You look great, as expected. I knew out of all of us, this outfit would look the best on you.

Kifaji: Indeed. Fine feathers make a fine bird, as they say.

Leona: Thanks for all the compliments. These outfits…. the “Beastly Attire”, they use the lion that was called the King of the Beasts as a motif. In other words, it’s clothing that was made to be worn by members of the royal family. Of course I look good in ‘em.

Vil: What he’s saying is true, but it’s still pissing me off.

Kifaji: Does Lord Leona act in such a manner even at your school? Oh my. What a truly decorous prince you’ve grown up to be.

Kalim: The pattern that’s on the mantle is great. I love stuff like this.

Leona: Fabric’s been a big deal in Sunset Savannah for a long time now. We’ve developed techniques for embroidery and color dyes, and for weavin’ patterns into the fabric.

Lilia: The design is great and the outfit itself will protect us from the harsh sun. Just one good thing after another.

Vil: And what are these masks?

Leona: They’re used for Catch the Tail. I’ll give ya’ll the down-low once we start practicing.

???: Sorry to keep ya waiting! I got changed, too!

Grim: What do you guys think? Looking cool, right? These are the duds they gave me and Yuu.

Yuu: We’re matching!

Lilia: You two are both wearing ribbons, I see.

Kifaji: Though they won’t be competing in the tournament, they are still Lord Leona’s school companions. I had these ribbons prepared for them so as to not be discourteous.

Yuu: How do we look?

Leona: Well, ya don’t look weird or anything.

Vil: Leona’s right, you don’t look out of place at all. You two look very charming standing next to each other like that.

Kalim: I’m so happy we all get to wear the Beastly Attire together! I wanna show Jamil, too.

Leona: You can show him all ya want after the competition is over. If you’d like, I’ll even let ya take those outfits back to school with ya. I’m sure Jamil would be just delighted.

Kalim: That sounds great! I’ll go ahead and do that, then. Thank you!

Vil: This isn’t going to be pretty.

Lilia: Oh, dear. I can already imagine him prancing around all happily as he shows off his new clothes to poor Jamil.

Kifaji: You all look splendid in those outfits. It was worth going through all that trouble getting them prepared at such short notice.

Lilia: If you hadn’t shrunk Jack’s outfit with magic, it would have been much too baggy for Kalim. That would have been so cute to see, him in those oversized clothes. Well, not any cuter than lil ol’ me, of course….

Vil: Yes, yes. We understand that you’re very cute. More importantly, we all need to thank Kifaji for preparing these outfits for us.

Kifaji: You needn’t thank me. What I did is just another part of my job.

Leona: Was callin’ me up the other day and remindin’ me about the festival another part of your duties as chamberlain?

Kifaji: Naturally? When you failed to appear at last year’s festivities, Lord Leona, it turned into quite the problem for Lord Falena. It is my duty to relieve our Lord of any distress that might befall him, so please do try not to cause him any bother.

Leona: That’s why I showed up, isn’t it? Ya might wanna try sayin’ “thank you” for once.

Episode 2-5

Kifaji: Regardless, for Lord Leona to bring along his school companions with him like this… I was a little surprised. I hadn’t the slightest idea that he's been so busy fostering friendships with the other students at Night Raven College.

Vil: Fostering friendships, huh… I wonder, are we even really all that close with Leona?

Kalim: Of course we are! Leona is our friend!

Lilia: Kufufu. You heard him, Vil.

Vil: Ah, is that right? Then we’ll leave it at that.

Kalim: Okay! Now that we’re all finished changing, let’s start practicing Catch the Tail now.

Leona: Kalim…. You really wanna practice duking it out in the hotel or something? We got a place to practice at already, just gotta wait a little while until we can go use the arena.

Kifaji: Might I suggest we do a little sightseeing in Sunrise City in the meantime?

Grim: Yeah, that’s a great idea! I bet we’ll be able to get our hands on some tasty food.

Kalim: Huh? But wouldn’t it be bad if we all go out and have fun while Jack’s not feeling well?

Kifaji: Master Kalim, Hakuna Matata.

Kalim: Haku… What’s that?

Leona: Hakuna Matata. It’s this real convenient phrase that’s been passed down in this country over the generations. It means ya shouldn’t take things so seriously. Hakuna Matata! Hah! Got a nice ring to it, huh?

Kifaji: There you go twisting things again. This is an important matter, you know. Anyways, even if you all were to stay here, fretting and mulling about, it's not as though Master Jack’s condition would suddenly improve as a result. And if you let this trip go to waste, I’m certain he would blame himself for it. I find it more prudent that you all enjoy yourselves to your heart’s content, so that you can come back and tell Master Jack all about the different things you saw and did.

Vil: You’re right. We should leave Jack in the doctor’s hands.

Grim: Exactly! And I’m starvin’ here!!

Lilia: Then it’s settled.

Kifaji: Please allow me to act as your official Sunrise City guide today.

Kalim: Thank you, Kifaji!

Grim: ‘Kay, let’s go get us some tasty grub already!!

Vil: Oh, good. There’s not a cloud in the sky. Fine weather for sightseeing.

Leona: Fine weather for you maybe. Everybody here prefers when it's rainin'.

Vil: Do you guys get little rain here?

Leona: It ain’t like the annual precipitation is low or anything, it’s just that we pretty much don't get any rain outside of the wet season. During the dry season, the people here will all be super anxious for it to rain again. That’s why we go over the top for the Tamashina-Mina festival, ‘cause we’re prayin’ for the rain to come.

Kalim: Hey, look over there! They got a fountain!

Vil: It’s very cool looking. I like it.

Leona: They built that thing not too long ago. Sunset Savannah doesn’t have a national water service, and Sunrise City’s the only place they've been developin’ the infrastructure at. This fountain here’s a symbol of that. Seein’ as water and sewer services are cornerstones of public health and all.

Kalim: Oh, wow! What’s that statue in the middle of the fountain?

Leona: …..It’s a baboon celebratin’ the birth of that lion cub.

Kifaji: To my knowledge, the sculpture is based off an anecdote from the age of the King of the Beasts.

Leona: Back then, when the heir to the throne was born, apparently the whole country came together for this grand ceremony. And that’s what this sculpture was based off of.

Kifaji: The baboon depicted in the sculpture was the top shaman in all the land, and the infant he’s raising up into the sky is the newborn prince. The animals gathered together around the fountain are celebrating the prince’s birth.

Vil: I see.

Kifaji: This statue was constructed five years ago to commemorate the birth of Lord Falena’s son. We held a lavish ceremony upon its completion, but Lord Leona was not in attendance.

Leona: Oh, really? I don’t remember that. And ain't it boring just standin' here lookin' at this thing? C’mon, let’s go somewhere else.

Episode 2-6

Grim: Woah! They got stalls of all different colors at this place!

Leona: This is Raintree Market. It’s a bazaar.

Grim: Oooh, I can’t wait any longer! Let’s hurry up and eat something already!!

Kifaji: At any rate, how about we start off with some refreshments?

Vil: Good idea. We understand very well now just how dangerous it is to take the weather here lightly.

Lilia: Indeed. We should all be sure to drink plenty of fluids throughout the day.

Kifaji: I shall go fetch your drinks for you. What would everyone like to order?

Lilia: I’d love a glass of tomato juice.

Leona: Don’t think I ever seen that sold here before.

Lilia: Ah, I was fearing you’d say that…. And here I’d been hoping to enjoy some locally made tomato juice. Then maybe I'll try some of that red-colored juice they’re selling over there instead.

Kifaji: That is hibiscus juice.

Grim: Hibiscus! …What’s that?

Leona: It’s a type of red flower that grows here. You can find 'em growin' in the wild, and there's also some places that cultivate ‘em.

Kifaji: The juice is made by boiling the calyces of the flower together with a bit of sugar.

Vil: It’s certainly an unusual drink. I’ve never had it before.

Lilia: The way you’re describing it, I do believe I’ve had it before. It was a long time ago, and I can’t even remember anymore how it tasted. Was it delicious, or was it rather not very good…

Vil: Well if you can’t even remember, then why did you choose it?

Lilia: ‘Cause it’s red.

Vil: ….Don’t tell me. It’s not that you like tomato juice, you just like drinks that are red?

Lilia: Hmm. Who knows?

Vil: And what should I have, I wonder. Looks like a lot of the stalls are selling a white-colored juice.

Leona: That’s juice made from the baobab that grow wild here. According to legend, a long time ago, whenever a new member of the royal family was born, they’d celebrate by paintin' the newborn’s forehead with the juices of the baobab fruit. 'Cause of that, it’s become a local specialty in Sunset Savannah. No tellin’ how much truth there is to that old legend… But, I mean, the juice doesn’t taste bad. It’s filled with lots of vitamins and it’s high in magnesium. People call it a “drinkable beauty serum”.

Vil: Is that so? I’ll give it a try, then.

Kifaji: My personal recommendation is a beverage that’s made from a mixture of baobab and hibiscus juice.

Vil: Oh, they have something like that?

Kifaji: Yes. The legend that Lord Leona spoke of, about how they would paint the baby’s forehead with the juices from the baobab fruit… It was said they were using a red colored juice.

Kalim: Huh? But the juice made from the fruit is white, though?

Kifaji: Indeed. In reality, the juices of the baobab fruit are white in color. It appears that as the legend was passed down through the ages, some parts of the story got a bit embellished, shall we say. And over time, the color of the juice they spoke of eventually changed from white to red. Because of that, more and more establishments have begun selling baobab juice mixed together with red hibiscus juice.

Leona: It’s just like I was sayin’. No tellin’ how much truth there is to those old legends.

Vil: Well now that you’ve said all that, it suddenly sounds a lot less appealing… But I am interested in its beauty effects. I’ll take the mixed juice.

Lilia: Me, too. Being able to enjoy a refreshment that has so much history behind it makes this whole trip worthwhile.

Grim: It looks yummy, so I choose the mixed juice, too!

Leona: Me, too. The quicker we can get this over with, the better.

Kalim: I, umm….Aah….

Leona: Quit stressin' out about it so much. The second prince of Sunset Savannah’s gonna be drinkin' this stuff, too, ya know.

Kifaji: That’s right. I spoke with Master Jamil earlier concerning your safety and whatnot. I’ll be sure to inspect the drinks beforehand, so you needn’t worry.

Vil: As expected, your consideration for guests of the state is truly immaculate.

Kalim: Thank you both! Then I’ll get the same mixed juice as you guys.

Grim: What’ll you have, Yuu?

Yuu: Same as you guys, the mixed juice.

Grim: No surprise there! Nyahaha, I can’t wait.

Kifaji: So it’ll be six glasses of juice in all.

Kitafi: I do apologize for the wait.

Kalim: Guys, let’s all raise our glasses together!

Lilia: Do let’s! And could we also snap a group photo, as well?

Vil: Pictures of me don’t come cheap, you know…. Hah, normally I’d say something like that, but Rook did ask me to send him some photos. It’s fine with me. Okay then…

Everyone except Leona: Cheers!!!

(Leona starts drinking his juice instead)

Grim: Hey!! Leona started drinkin’ his juice without us!

Vil: You’re seriously coldhearted, you know that?

Episode 1

Episode 2 (part 1)

Episode 3 (Part 1)

Episode 3 (Part 2)

Episode 3 (Part 3)

Episode 4 (Part 1)

Episode 4 (Part 2)

Episode 5

#leona kingscholar #vil schoenheit #lilia vanrouge #kalim al asim #twst spoilers #twst #twisted wonderland #my tl #tamashina-mina

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2myl0ver · 5 months

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🫧 darling, you're my lover! 🫧

💭 SYNOPSIS. spending time with your boyfriend of five years, murata fuma, planning out your future together. describing what your house would look like, and possibly what your kids would look like, how you would never loose connection with him and how you'd always love him.

💭 WORD COUNT. 667

💭 GENRE & CONTAINING. fluff & crack, you live together, reader is the same age as fuma, most of this is just talking, but no warnings, just you and fuma in front of the fireplace <3

💭 AUTHOR'S NOTE. this work belongs to the Lover! series (2/9). this is my first fuma fic in a whilee since my hiatus!!🥹 hope you enjoy this. ♡︎

You walked up to fuma, who was sitting on the small sofa that he had just now dragged in front of the fireplace for the both of you.

You sat down next to him, handing him a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows while you drank yours. It was times like these in winter that you felt bad for him, he got cold easily, even just from air conditioning. Right now, he was sitting beside you, trying to get as warm as possible, layered in a bunch of clothes and a robe.

You reach out your free hand and start petting his hair. "I know you're cold right now, but I really love the decorations we put up this year."

He smiled, turning his head to you. "Me too. I think this is the best and most we've ever decorated after 5 years."

"We can leave the the christmas lights up 'til january. I really like them." you say.

"That's fine. There's no written rule that we can't do that. This is our place, we make rules. "

"I always imagine what it would be like if we had kids and a bigger home; imagine decorating with them for christmas! I would absolutely love to." you say, in an attempt to get him to think of something else aside from the temperature.

He smiles, glad that you see a future with him. "I imagine that too! Imagine how our kids would look like."

"Oh, they would look great. With me and you as their mix? The only way they'd look bad is if you cheat on me."

"Woah! what a way to turn this around." he laughs.

"I'm kidding. But seriously, I see the rest of my life with you." you say, genuinely; feeling and meaning every word.

"Glad you do; I've kinda planned my whole future with you." he confesses. "Good. I didn't really have anything else pictured in my mind."

He moves closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder while the other holds his hot chocolate. "I love spending time with you like this."

"Me too." you say, leaning your head on his shoulder.

"How do you picture our wedding?" you ask out of curiosity.

"Why?"

"Because, I need to know if we're picturing the same thing here. I don't want you thinking I'd have a wedding with neon orange as the color."

"I don't know what you're picturing, but I'm definitely not picturing that. I'm thinking of a natural light green, don't you think?"

"That sounds nice.. either way, my dress is gonna be white."

"I think white looks great on you."

"Everything looks great on me."

"You're right, sorry."

"I always am." you say before you both laugh lightly.

"But seriously, I think white looks great on you, it compliments your features." you listen to him say before looking up at him. "Really?"

"Yea," he shrugs. "You know that one white top you always wear? You look beautiful in it. Well, you always do, but white really suits you, like it was made for you or something. So, I think you should wear white.

"Wow, so much planning mr. murata, you haven't even proposed yet."

"Hey I'm working on it! I don't wanna propose with a random ring. Just you wait, I'm gonna get you the ring you've been on about for 5 years now."

"You don't have to, you know. I'd be glad with a paper ring as long as it's from you."

"I know that, you don't ask for much but.. I wanna give you what you deserve. The past 5 years with you, you've made my life feel like a movie and you've always been there for me." he looks away as he finishes his sentence, too shy to look directly at you.

You kiss his cheek, making him jerk his head back to your direction, you take advantage of this and kiss his lips. "I'll always be here for you, okay? I love you." you look him straight into his eyes. "I love you too."

#&team #&audition #andaudition #fuma #&team imagines #&team fuma #fuma &audition #andaudition fuma #&team scenarios #andteam #andteam reactions #murata fuma #fuma &team #&team fuma imagines #murata fuma &team #fuma murata #Lover ! masterlist 🍓

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lpsotd · 5 months

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hopefully this isn't too weird to say but - i read the tags on your last post, and you said you were on your last year of childhood – don't worry about that!

im currently 25 and im starting to collect lps again, and ill tell you, even though there's more responsibilities, you still get to be a kid! no one ever truly grows up! my 67 year old grandma keeps one of her ragdolls from when she was a kid and always sews it new dresses. one of her favorite hobbies is watching anime with me! my 46 year old mother loves tv too, but one of the things she's crazy about is boardgames! we have a big collection and we all always play together. (she's got crazy competitive spirit btw. i never win). my 28 year old sister goes out with her friends just to wander around town and eat fast food like she did back when she was a teenager. you're never too old to have fun :) you just gotta let yourself have it. <3

thank you for this !! tbh it's kinda hard to let myself be a teenager when i seemingly have so much to do kgjdnbkjgb, and it doesn't help that i have less-than-supportive around me (not friends. i mean family) who are quick to belittle me or dismiss the things i'm interested in. i just can't stop thinking about the time my aunt saw my lps collection and started laughing, it hurt a lot especially since she's (usually) the more understanding one, and it may have been a "woah??" kind of surprised laugh instead of a "i'm making fun of you" laugh, but it felt that way kjgsnbkjgsfbn

i did have friends who actively made fun of me for what i was into (i no longer associate with them, so phew), and they're one of the main reasons i'm always so hesitant to share and infodump about the stuff i like kjgnbkjdbnkdfgjb

i feel like kids shouldn't be pressured to grow up fast. like, once you reach a certain age, you shouldn't have to stop playing with dolls or watching cartoons. you can stop doing those things when you aren't interested in them anymore, not when people tell you that you should stop, because they don't know anything.

in february i'm gonna be 18 and it's a tough concept for me to grab. i've always been told that i am ""mature for my age"" (i am not, by the way.), and i think that also kinda warped my perception of myself, because i've always felt like i Had to act a certain way, or else people are gonna see me as childish instead of this serious and mature person, but i was only like, what, 14, 15 ?? i should not have felt that way !! i should've been doing what young teenagers usually do, not feeling the need to impress middle aged adults.

it's only now that i feel like i have a sense of self because i'm trying to distance myself from certain people (ahem. family) who made me feel that way, and i'm trying to embrace who i really am: i am not mature or serious at all. i'm 17 years old who enjoys toys, cartoons, coloring, and playing video games with my friends. but i'm also ready to embrace my up and coming adulthood, and i'm serious when i need to be. i'm me and i think that's good enough.

very sorry i went on a bit of a mini tangent there. your ask made me very happy, so thank you !!

#🍭.asks #rant #heehee hoohoo how did that happen

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simpingcowboy · 1 year

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Lovelight

Pairing: Marcus Pike x GN!Reader, established relationship

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: Being aggressively in love with Marcus Pike, light use of pet names, getting almost stood up, feeling of romantic inadequacy, just a teensy bit meta, The Wizard of Oz spoilers?

Summary: Even the worst of days are made better with your boyfriend Marcus Pike around

A/N: Another one down for my Year of ABBA as part of the "Year Of" Creations @yearofcreation2023 February edition!!! I've been on a Marcus kick so here we are!

It was a miserable day. A long, terrible, tiresome day. Even your room, your personal sanctuary, felt dreary and gloomy. The wide window offered no comfort either. The rain falling over D.C. clouded the skies. The whole world looked dark from inside your apartment. You let out a sigh of exhaustion; surrendering to the comfort of your bed. As you stare up at the blank old dirty ceiling, a soft knock is heard from the door.

"Babe?" The voice calls, slowly unlocking the door.

You perk up at that voice. Marcus…you smile to yourself, realizing your partner is at the door. Finally, using the spare key you'd given him ages ago.

"I'm here! Come on in." You call back to him.

You sit up on the bed, and make your way over to the door. The two of you practically bump into each other as you meet in the narrow doorway. Marcus looks as perfect as ever. Nicely clean shaven, hair just a bit tussled from the day, in his usual black suit and blue button up combo, a beautiful bundle of flowers in his hands.

"Woah!" Marcus says, trying not to knock you over. "Hi Baby," he says cheerfully, "I heard you had a bit of a day so I uhh thought I'd surprise you." A big smile overcomes his face as he tilts the flowers towards you. "Tada!"

Your eyes shift down to the bouquet. You find yourself giggling at the barcode still peeking out from the top. Imagining Marcus running out from the office to the corner store to grab these. Still, the colors are vibrant. Your favorite. The smell is bright. As you gaze back up at Marcus, the whole world feels brighter too.

"Do you like them? Sorry I couldn't go to the usual florist but I-" Marcus rambles on.

"No." You answer with a smile, taking the flowers in your arms. "They're perfect. You're perfect."

A tinge of red flushes his cheeks at your statement. "Far from it but I'm glad you like them. I also-" he reaches around the still open door to grab a bag from the hallway, "got take out! It's your favorite." He smiles bashfully. Suddenly concerned he'd gone a bit overboard. "I hope it's okay."

"You really are perfect, huh?" You tease, pulling him in and shutting the door behind him.

"I try." He concedes with a shrug. Moving the take out over to your table. Carefully pulling the food out of the bag.

You go to the kitchen, grabbing a vase and filling it with water. Dropping the bouquet in and rushing it over to show Marcus. "Look how pretty they are!" You can't help but smile at them. They fit perfectly. Suddenly, you could ignore all the old stains on the table top.

He chuckles at you, "They look good in here." He agrees.

You inhale, getting a sniff of the food. "That smells so good!" You exclaim, taking your seat across from Marcus.

"Ugh you're telling me! I had to stop myself from just eating it all in the car." He laughs, taking the plastic utensils in his hands.

You eagerly dig in. The flavors hitting your tongue like a firework. It was so rich. Cooked to absolute perfection. Though you know it had likely been some fifteen minutes of waiting in Marcus's car, it was somehow the perfect temperature. "Oh Marcus…I swear the food is never this good when you're not there! Are you sure you're not tipping off the chef or something?"

He scoffs, smiling at the absurdity. "Babe, the first time I went there was with you. There's no way I would have been able to do that."

You squint your eyes at him, a look of fake suspicion on your face. "I'm onto you Agent Pike."

"Yeah yeah," he rolls his eyes, taking another bite of his dinner, "eat your food!"

You continue chatting through dinner, airing out all of the day's frustrations. To which Marcus dutifully listens. He then goes on to talk a bit about his day. Nothing exciting, just writing up reports on his latest sting. Though he just so fails to mention how he left most of them piled on his desk when he heard of your bad day. Still- you cling to every word. At times it felt like Marcus could be talking about nothing at all, and you'd still be totally fascinated about it. Eventually you both finish. Marcus is quick to insist on cleaning up. Claiming as he always did that he had "brought the mess over" and therefore was responsible to clean it. Knowing that fight was yours to lose, you allow it. Watching from the table as he neatly stacks the takeout boxes before throwing them in the trash.

"All done!" Marcus claps his hands together celebratory. "Any ideas for how you'd like to spend the rest of the night?"

You pause to think, "Maybe a movie?"

He smiles with a nod. "Sounds good." He pulls on his tie, loosening it from around his neck. "Do you mind if I change first?"

"Be my guest. Your clothes are in the second drawer where they always are."

Marcus rounds the corner to your bedroom to change. You take the opportunity to get comfortable on the couch. Your body sinks into the soft cushions. A relaxed sigh leaving your body as your hands trace over the smooth material. Everything felt so cozy.

"This look alright?" Marcus steps out into the room giving you a spin. A white V-neck t-shirt on, paired with his comfy grey sweatpants.

You smile up at him, he just looks so snuggleable! "You look great. Now, come here!" You reach for him with outstretched arms.

Marcus, never one to keep you waiting, is quick to join you on the couch. Sitting besides you, pulling you into his chest in a tight embrace. "Alright, what are we watching?"

"No clue." You shrug.

"Channel flipping it is!" Taking the remote in his hand, he begins scouring for something to watch. "Ohh here's something, The Wizard of Oz?"

You watch him with wide eyes. A sense of sentimentality taking over you. "That's the first movie we saw together."

Marcus pauses for a moment, remembering. "Yeah…it is, isn't it? Though, I think we missed the opening of it."

"Which was your fault by the way!"

"Traffic was bad!" He defends.

You can't help but tease. "Excuses, excuses!" You huff as the memory of that date.

You stood impatiently on a corner downtown, across from the movie theatre. Tapping your foot and struggling to stop yourself from sending another text asking if Marcus was standing you up. It'd been about ten minutes since the movie started, and another twenty minutes since Marcus was supposed to have been there. Suppressing the tear in your eye, you bite the bullet and turn to head home. A hand grabbing your waist from behind to stop you.

"Wait-" the man pleads with a voice you recognize, Marcus. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. The traffic was so bad and I- I got here as fast as I could. I didn't see your texts until I was here. And I-" he pauses.

You turned slowly, with half a mind to tell him off for almost making you cry. But you can't. As soon as Marcus was in view, all your frustrations disappeared. It didn't matter that he was late. Only that he was here. And that those big brown puppy dog eyes were all yours again.

"Fuck-" he cuts himself off, leaning in to kiss you unable to resist the urge.

You relax even further into his touch. His hands still on your waist pulling you closer. Your hands wrapping around his neck, holding him to you. "Marcus…" you murmur softly, pulling away briefly.

"I'm sorry." He repeats against your lips. "I should have been here." He kisses you once more, pulling you tight against him.

Suddenly, the traffic seemed to get a little lighter.

"Marcus?" You grab his attention, your mind focusing back on the present. "What happens in the beginning anyways?"

"Of The Wizard of Oz?"

You answer with a nod.

"Well. We start out in Kansas with Dorthy who just got out of school. She's just kind of going about her day. Running into a whole little cast of characters that make up the main cast. A mean neighbor who's the witch. Lion, scarecrow, and the tinman are this group of guys who work on the farm. So on and so on. Same as the end of the film. She sings a little song and then a tornado happens. And we're in Oz!"

"There's a transition, right? When the movie switches into color?"

"Ah yes! That's the really cool part! After the tornado, she opens the door and the world outside is in color. I looked up how they did it but…it kind of ruins the magic." He says with a guilty smile.

"I know the feeling. Of Dorthy I mean. That feeling of the world suddenly being in color.'

"Yeah?" Marcus prompts you, asking for more.

You lean into his ear, with a low whisper, "The same feelings I get being around you."

He playfully pushes you off, "Okay now you're just teasing." His cheeks red with embarrassment.

"I'm serious, Marcus." You wrangle your way back into his arms. "I felt horrible earlier, but there's just something…when you're around…I don't know. My days are just so much better. It's like this aura? Or vibe?"

"A lovelight?" Marcus offers.

"Love-light?" You repeat.

"Yeah, you know…like the ABBA song?" He sighs and begins to half heartedly sing, "You must have a lovelight, everything around you is lovelight."

You chuckle, Marcus's affinity for old media never failing to entertain you.

"You've gotta know that one!"

"I do, I was just hoping you'd sing it for me." You smirk, knowing your plan worked.

He laughs, hiding his face behind his hands. "You got me."

You smile at him, moving his hands to plant a soft kiss on his lips. A smile tucked into each of your faces. "I like it." You quietly say into the kiss.

"Like what?"

"Lovelight…it fits." You nuzzle against his cheek. "You light up my whole world, Marcus. All the things you do. The things you say. Just the way you are. Everything around you is…lovelight."

His face goes red at your turn of affection. "You like it? It's not too much?" Insecurity creeps up his neck. He knows previous partners had felt suffocated by his attentiveness. But if you really liked it maybe…

"Yes. I love it. It makes me feel good. Being with you feels right. Everything about you is right." You lean, gently pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Don't let anyone dim your lovelight, Marcus."

Under you, Marcus anxiously bites his cheeks. His sweet dimples popping in and out as he tries to hide a smile. His eyes, dancing around to avoid catching yours. Though he has lots to say, "I love you…" is all he manages to vocalize.

You smile into his jaw, "I love you too Marcus. Now, I believe we have a movie to watch!" You relax back down at his side.

Marcus flashes you a quick grin. "To Oz we go." He says as he turns on the film.

The rest of the night is peaceful. Full of behind the scene facts from Marcus, and snacks you'd been saving for moments like this. After the film ends, you're both quick to agree to turn in early. Both you and Marcus are tired from your day, and know the next will be equally as tiring as well. Marcus takes his place in bed beside you, turning off the bedside lamp.

"Goodnight Baby." He gives you a soft kiss before tucking himself under the comforter.

"Goodnight Marcus." You return his notion.

As you get comfortable under the covers, you notice something. With Marcus around, even that old dirty ceiling seems a little whiter.

#Am writes #Year of ABBA #year of creation #marcus pike #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike fanfic #marcus pike fanfiction #marcus pike x GN!Reader #soft marcus pike

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yoongisleftshoulder · 1 year

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BTS Reacts: Biracial S/O Experiences Racism

A/N: Of course, something like this can be a touchy subject and I will take full responsibility if I write anything offensive or incorrectly. As I've said in previous pieces like this, you are welcome to call me out on any mistakes so I can learn and do better. I personally am not biracial nor have I experienced racism of the sort but my inbox is always open if you need support or someone to stand with you. Also, I apologize but I couldn't find credits for some of the gifs used. I take no credit for the making of them.

TW: General racism, bullying

JIN:

Jin couldn't believe it when you pulled up an antis hate themed blog focused around you. He knew there would be some heat once your relationship was revealed to the public but he never thought people would be low enough to create an entire blog to bully you and insult you just based off of your skin color. It almost blew his mind that someone would take the time to put you down so badly. Jin would gently take your phone out of your hand and close the page, setting the phone down and out of view.

"Don't pay attention to a word they're saying. They're not worth your time, you're perfect the way you are."

Jin made sure the blog and nasty racist comments thrown at you were forgotten quickly, reassuring you that they were meaningless and simply not true.

YOONGI:

Yoongi had been out with Jin picking up food for the two of you when you decided to watch a few video compilations on YouTube that some fans had created for your relationship with him. Most of them were cute and wholesome videos with nothing but positivity in the comment section and you found yourself smiling widely throughout your time reading them. However, on the last video you had chosen, the comments made your heart sink. You weren't sure why they were there all of the sudden but many users had written harsh racist insults towards you, some even going as far as writing out threats. You knew it was stupid and the words were empty and didn't really mean anything but you couldn't control the tears that were forming in your eyes, eventually beginning to spill down your cheeks. Just as you were at peak sobbing and second guessing yourself, wondering if Yoongi really loved you as much as he said, he walked in the door, food bags in hand. Immediately, when he saw you curled up on the couch crying, he dropped the bags and sat on the cushion adjacent to you. He started rubbing your arm, unsure whether or not doing anything further was going to upset you.

"Woah, what's wrong sweetheart?" Your boyfriend asked, his voice soft.

Between sniffles, you did your best to explain how so-called 'fans' were being incredibly racist towards you and saying Yoongi deserved someone of his own race.

Yoongi couldn't believe what he was hearing and was only able to muster out a quiet "What the fuck?" He was pissed to know you were upset and pissed that anyone could say such things to you.

"Don't listen to those assholes, they don't know you and they will NEVER know me. I love you, you're perfect the way you are. They're probably just jealous that there's nothing even mildly interesting about them. They mean nothing."

HOSEOK:

*Ping*

Your phone had been blowing up more than usual. Your boyfriend, Hoseok, was sitting next to you so you opted to check it, wondering who else would be sending you so many texts. Lit up on your screen were texts from your best friend, telling you not to listen to what people are saying on Twitter and that all of those people were wrong about you. Confusion washed over you as you opened the Twitter app to see what was going on. The first thing you saw was your relationship with Hobi on the trending list. Your heartbeat sped up as you tapped on the link to checkout the corresponding posts. As soon as it opened, you were met with post after post about the live you did with him yesterday, where you had revealed your face for the first time. There were comments saying how pretty you were and how sweet you seemed, of course, but among these comments were floods of hate speech. Every single negative comment had to do with the fact that you were biracial. You suddenly closed the app, tossing your phone to the side, startling Hoseok. He closed the book he had been reading in the chair across from you and asked you what was wrong, moving to sit aside you when he noticed tears pooling in the corner of your eyes. All you told him was to check Twitter. Taking out his own phone, he clicked on the trending HoseokxYN link and skimmed through the posts and comments. He very quickly put his phone back into his pocket, unable to read anymore racist words against you. Pulling you into a tight hug, he reassured you that he felt sorry for those people, telling you that they must feel so badly about themselves and have such low quality lives that they had to spew meaningless hate towards you. If anything, they were lower than you and were only doing it to feel better about themselves. Even though the remarks were towards you, it felt painful to read such things and he was overwhelmed by disappointment.

NAMJOON:

As you and Namjoon made your way through the intensely growing crowd inside of the airport, fans yelled and screamed various words of encouragement towards Namjoon. You loved to hear other people showering him with love and positivity, despite the craziness of the crowd itself. You were smiling widely while walking hand in hand with your boyfriend, listening to the fans, until you suddenly heard someone take a jab at the color of your skin. Namjoon heard the person too, stopping for a brief second to turn and glare at them. He shook his head as he turned back around, gripping your hand tighter, pulling it up to his face to lightly kiss your knuckles. Like a chain reaction, that one person being brave enough to say such things to you in front of him set off a wave of more racism. Namjoon began walking even faster, guiding you the whole way, wanting desperately to get you out of there.

"Those aren't my fans. If they were, they would never say such bullshit things to you."

JIMIN:

Jimin witnessing you beginning to cry after seeing racist comments saying you weren't worthy of being with him because you weren't Korean hurt his heart. Your laughter was his favorite sound in the world and he lived to see you smile. Seeing you so upset was painful and made tears prick his own eyes. You were so important to him and yet strangers were bringing you down with nonsense hate. Jimin made sure to pound it into your head that he wanted you and only you; if he wanted someone who was 100% Korean, that's who he would have chosen.

TAEHYUNG:

After a long chat, you and Taehyung decided to reveal your secret relationship to the public after having been together for over a year. Taehyung took the bold leap by posting a couple of cute, romantic photos from Valentine's day on his Instagram. Knowing that it would warrant a little bit of craziness, he did it late at night before the two of you went to bed, planning on checking on it in the morning.

That next morning, Taehyung had woken up before you. Rather than waking you up, he went into the kitchen, fixed himself up some breakfast, and got comfy on the couch with his phone, ready to checkout the reveal reactions. He found himself giggling at some of the comments, even feeling happy over some of the supportive ones he read. Not long after reading, though, he stumbled upon comments he wished he hadn't seen. Many racist insults and death threats filled the comment thread. They were targeting you because you were biracial, spewing hate and saying he deserved better than you, someone who was fully his own race. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"How could these people say things like this?" Taehyung whispered to himself, still trying to be careful about waking you up.

The thought of you waking up excited to read the reactions of army only to see your race being the main focus of the thread made him very upset. He pondered whether he should delete the photo or not, wanting to shield you from everything. After a while of thinking, he simply turned off the comments to the post.

When you finally awoke, the first thing you did was ask him about the public's reaction. He produced a white lie and said the staff recommended that he turn the comments off but allowed him to keep the photo up. Although you were disappointed, he would much rather have you thinking that's what happened, instead of being aware of the nasty racist comments that flooded the post.

JUNGKOOK:

The last thing Jungkook expected when you tagged along on a flight and exited the airport with him, navigating through the crowds of screaming fans, was to hear several death threats and racist remarks thrown around towards you. He gripped your hand tighter and tighter with each disgusting comment he heard, knowing he couldn't do anything in that very moment. He glanced at your face multiple times, checking if you were still mentally there, only to see that you had begun crying quite hard. Instantly, Jungkook removed his jacket and held it over you to cover your face as various people with their phones and cameras hounded you. When you were both sat safely inside of the car waiting for you guys, Jungkook pulled you in close, kissing the top of your head while you buried it into his chest.

"You know I don't think of those things, right? I don't care about your race, I love you for you. Don't listen to those people, they aren't real army."

#bts #bts reactions #bts reaction #jin #suga #jhope #rm #jimin #v #jungkook #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook

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I was actually going to sleep then I saw you respond to my ask, I'm actually very interested and intrigued so I wanted to respond immediately!

— Jesus fucking Christ they actually measured the entirety of the ship? That level of hm, how does one describe this, pettiness or determination? Perhaps a sense of both, I mean I'd get petty too if I lost something valuable and ended up getting an unfair compensation. I wonder what the reaction of the Germans were when they realized they actually measured it.

— oh god that's actually so fucking hilarious 😭😭 getting worked up over nothing, I mean, at least they had a design? 😭

— That's quite something, Grey Ghost? Why is QMS nickname Grey Ghost? Does it have relations due to it being not found?

— I... I have no idea what to say 😭 that's actually so ironic

— Holy shit a ship sinking in just 14 minutes is plain terrifying?? Why did it sink that fast anyways?

— Wow... That's actually really sad and quite brave of him too, I don't think I've heard of the Wilhelm Gustloff disaster and 9000 deaths in one night is crazy. Hopefully that guy is doing alright, it's possible he might get survivors guilt, I might research about the disaster and see what I can find!

— woah, the first design is quite pretty! The second one reminds me of a factory for some reason

Ahh this is what little brain juice I can squeeze out from my brain, though I actually enjoyed this and it made my night more interesting! :D I'll head off to sleep now, goodnight!

—🌊

— lol apparently? there were more petty things in that affair, such as painting a ship supposed to be given to White Star Line in Germany's colors, turnign the british officers' quarters to a cleaning supply room etc lmao

— it was a design alright ... just not a good one. The wings of the golden eagle fell of during a storm so they're at the bottom of the atlantic right now. The eagle looks even more stupid without the wings😭 (picture at the bottom)

—The ship was painted fully grey because it was used as a troop ship which made it hard to find it. The ship was extremely fast, so it was fast to catch her. These two characteristics earned her the name The Grey Ghost. (picture at the bottom)

— the ships weren't even alike???? one had an funnel and whatnot?? i'm not even sure how they thought that it would work ... and it clearly didn't.

— It was a foggy night and two ships were supposed to go past each other, but in the fog they couldn't see each others lights, so a norweigan ship called Storstad rammed the side of Empress of Ireland and cut up a gigantic hole. The ship itself was almost half the size of titanic. A lot of people died that night because they didn't have the time to get out.

— I'm not even sure it was legal to sink the WG? I know that it had been a hospital ship during WW2 (it's seen as a war crime to sink a hospital ship), but it seems like it had returned to a normal ship during the time WG was sunk. The reason (i think) why it was sunk was because a lot of nazi party members were on board with their families, supposedly relocating to another country, and was sunken by soviet submarines. WIlhelm Gustloff could only carry 1465 passangers, but had around 10 000 during its sinking. Although there were many bad people on board there were children as well. The actor was a small child, so i hope that he doesn't remember much of it, because I cannot imagine the horror he must live with otherwise.

— Unfortunately, the times were changing and the edwardian design was no longer popular :( I would have loved another Olympmic class liner :(

here's a before an after of the eagle lmao

From left to right: SS Normandie, RMS Queen Mary, RMS Aquitania

I could talk about ocean liners forever. If I got paid by the hour to talk about them I would be so fucking rich I'm telling you

#🌊anon

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kengan-daddies · 7 months

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My Byzantine Romance: Ohma Tokita x (F) Reader

Chapter 1, Chapter2

MY BYZANTINE ROMANCE : OHMA TOKITA X (F) READER

Anime : Kengan Ashura

Pairing: Ohma Tokita x (F) Reader

Warnings: Mention of death, horror, Violence, Mental Heath, Toxic Parents

You were an average woman, living in the big world, the city was busy and as loud as usual. The peoples where hustling and bustling, going to and fro. It was cloudy, but it wasn't raining. A relaxing breeze in the air, the leaves slowly changing colors, matching the cooling weather. Men and women of all ages, all going to different places.

You walked along the crowd, your mind wondering yet focused as you just walked, a destination in mind yet also not. You were an average woman, nothing special stood out about you, you weren't pretty, you weren't ugly, your weren't smart, you weren't dumb, you weren't tall, you weren't short, you weren't strong, you weren't weak. You were just average.

Average everything, you lived with your family, never having enough money to own your own place, you just made enough to take care of your needs, your hobbies and to help your family with groceries and household products. You sighed as you stopped suddenly in the middle of the sidewalk, your mind processing before you shook your head and you continued on walking. 'Nope, got everything this time.'

You thought as you walked through the crowd, you passed by all kinds of people everyday, but nobody every really stood out that much, every now and then you'll see someone wearing your favorite anime as a shirt or hat, a favorite band or even have a similar aesthetic to yours. For a split second you'd think of walking over an talking to them about it, but then you'd loose your nerves. 'What fi they think I'm weird? What if they don't actually know the anime or band? What if they don't feel like talking? What if they're a bad person? A kidnapper? A murder? A rapist?... Never mind, I should keep to myself.'

You'd think, you wanted to make friends, but with how messed up the world was, you'd always second guess it. You were a scary cat, you'd rather stay inside then actually go out an adventure alone. You'd dream of going out, going to places at night, or to stores you never been in. You'd think of moving out, getting away from your toxic parents, you'd think of dating... but non of it would ever happen. You were too scared, too cautious, too aware of your reality.

'I need to get home, I'm ready to start on this new fanfiction, it looks good and I wanna read it. Not to mention I even found an amazing writer on Tumblr who has a pretty large masterlist. They write about my favorite character, he doesn't get enough love.' You thought, as you can see yourself now, laying in your bed, the room dark, the TV on low playing your favorite show/song in the back. You sighed blissfully.

"Woah!!" You said, as you came back into reality right before you ran into a person. You stared at them for a while. 'Man, this guy is huge.' You thought as you looked up at him. His skin was tan, and his hair was shaggy and wild, he wore a red and black jacket with blue jeans. "Sorry!!" You said with an awkward laugh and a little wave. He stared down at you, a strange fire in his fierce eyes before he seemed to relax. "It's fine." He said in a low voice. 'Wow, he's sexy with a sexy voice too?' You thought as you stepped around him with a small nod as you continued on your way. 'Man that guy was hot... Wonder what he would be like if he was my boyfriend....no,no,no... he probably already have a girlfriend, and knowing my luck he wouldn't even spare me a second glance.'

You thought in self pity as you walked on, slowly forgetting about your encounter with the man as you made your way on to your destination.

You sighed in happiness as you crawled into your bed, tossing your phone onto your pillow as you plopped down next to it, your aching legs tensing before relaxing. "HEHEHEHEHEEH!!!! I've been on my feet ALL DAY LONG!!!!" You giggled in glee as you pulled the blankets on you, snuggling into your cocoon. Your hand slipped up from the blanket to grab your phone, you turned it on, punched in the password, the screen lightening up to revealed your newly obtained fanfiction. "And it's 20 chapters long too? LETS GOOOO BABY!!!" You thought in glee as your began reading. 'Not to forget that it's a smut too? I must've hit the jackpot.' Was your last thought, before you got lost into your story.

5 hours later, you awoke up to your room was covered in a slightly orange hue, the TV was still on but nothing was playing, the sun was beginning to set. You sighed as you stretched before you went limp on the bed. Your sleepy mind slowly going back to sleep, but the sound of a large banging noise shook you awake. You laid there, still... BANG! BANG! BANG! You heard. Your lungs became tight and your body ran cold from slight fear. You seen the light come on from under your door, the sound of your family waking up and coming to the front to investigate.

You laid there, listening for a while to your parents and siblings complain about the crazy noise. "WHO THE HELL IS BEATING ON MY FUCKING DOOR LIKE THAT!?" Your mom shouted in anger and irritation. You could hear everyone speaking about it before the banging started again. BANG! BANG! BANG! "THIS BETTER BE THE FUCKING POLICE!! OR ELES I'M CALLING THE DAMN POLICE!!" Your father shouted as the sound of the front door unlocking and opening sounded out. You listened intensely, but everything went quite, the the sound of screaming and gun shots sounded throughout the house. You sat up quickly, your chest raising quickly as your breathing became labored, fear coursed through your cold body.

'Holy shit.....what the fuck..... why......I gotta go.' You mind thought, as you quickly reached for your phone, you tuned it on, checking your percentage. '55%... shit.' you thought. You looked at your door, seeing that it was locked. The sound of glass crashing to the ground made you jump, heavy furniture moving, small furniture being thrown carelessly. Every new noise made you jump as you shakily got up from your bed. You put on your sweat pants, before you shakily pulled on your hoodie, stuffing your phone and charger into your pockets. You walked over to the window, sliding the curtains to the side.

You looked out, checking your surroundings before you unlocked the window and you slowly slid it open. 'Never thought this shit would actually happen.' You thought, as you stepped on your bed, your body was so cold, but your mind was on auto pilot. You jumped up on the window seal, pushing your body up until you sat on the window seal. The sound of the robbers roaming about your home grew louder as they drew nearer to your room. You looked back at your room, one last time before you jumped out. You hissed in slight pain as you landed on the uneven dirt, but you forced yourself to move quickly. You reached back up to your window, sliding it back closed to the best of your ability, but you gave up half way when the sound of your doorknob began jiggling.

"Fuck it." You said as you made a mad dash for it. Your bare feet slapping on the ground as you ran down the street, you breath labored and your legs burned your lungs ached but you refused to stop until you made it to the park. 'If I make it to the park, I can blend in, and match the people.' You thought. Honestly, you probably could've just acted like a young woman walking past the house, but your adrenaline was pumping, your fear was guiding you.

You huffed and puffed, as you staggered over to the park bench, you plopped down on it, as you focused on your breathing. "Holy shit." You breathed out, you sat there a while longer before you began to chuckle to yourself, your laughter growing in volume as the people around you stared at you like you were crazy, but you didn't care. "I survived... I survived... I actually made it out... the one person in the family, who never been in any form of real life situation as extreme as that. The sheltered child of the family, the one who was 'lazy' and 'cuddled'.... actually survived.....all by myself... I'm actually alone now... no more annoying siblings... no more toxic parents... no more anything....everyone is dead... they're all gone... I'm the only one left... I'm the only one.... left." You said, your chuckling died down, as you were left sitting there, numb.

No emotions could explain how you felt, no words could describe how lost you felt, nothing mattered anymore, as you sat there, lost in the daze, as shock over came you. The people in the park, non the wiser of what you just experienced, of what you just went through. You felt small, you felt alone, as you sat there in the park, on the bench. You sat there for a long time, the crowd of people slowly getting smaller and smaller, as the area grew quiet, dark and empty... just like your home... You sat there for hours, you should've called the cops, you should've asked for help, but the adrenaline wore off, and the crushing weight of reality kicked in... making your mind go blank and empty.

Someone walked past you, their walking was confident, and strong, no worries, no insecurities, you looked up, your dull eyes seeing the familiar black and red jacket, the Tan skin and the shaggy hair. 'It's the man from before.' You thought, as you watched him walk past you, not giving you a second glance as he went on about his business, you stared at him for a moment. His back was straight, sharp, and strong. He didn't have any issues, he didn't have any weight, he was his own man. You stared at him, suddenly moved by his own confidence, as you reached into your pocket, and you pulled out your phone, unlocking it as you went and dialed 911.

"This is the local police department, what seems to be your emergency?" Asked the male operator... You sat there for a moment longer, watching the man walk into the dark, towards what seems to be a larger silhouette. "Hello, I'd like to report a murder robbery, sir." You spoke calmly. "Okay, and can you tell us where this took place at, ma'am?" He asked, not sounding as relaxed as he was at first. You gave them the address of your home as well as much information about the situation as you could. "6 family members. 2 sons, 2 daughters, a mother and father, all dead." You said. The operator was quiet for a moment before he spoke once more.

"How many robbers are in area?" He asked. "Not sure, but I'd say 4 to be safe." You said. He went quiet once more before he asked one last question. "Do you have any relations to this family?" He asked. You answered, without hesitation. "No, I never knew them, I just seen what happened, and I'm reporting it." You said, your eyes never leaving the two men's silhouettes as they seemed to be in an heated argument. The man spoke once more. "Your name, Miss, for records, and where is your current location?" He asked, a edge to his voice. You remained silent, as you hung up the phone.

You turned it on airplane mode, before you pocketed it. You stood up, pulling the hood over your head, making a move to follow the two men. You didn't know what made you want to follow. By right you shouldn't care, by right you should be grieving, you should be waiting for the cops to come find you, you should be a mess by now, you shouldn't be like this.... so numb.... So empathetic. But you were, and for some reason, you couldn't find it in you to be sad. In fact, you were starting to feel glee, happiness, joyous even.

"I'm free." You said, your feet feeling light, your shoulders not so heavy, your mind free. "I'm free to do whatever now... no more hiding behind my parents, who were oh so strict with my safety, keeping me chained home with their manipulative head games... no more getting told how much of a fuck up I am, just because I make one little mistake... no more... I'm free." You spoke, a smile stretching on your face, as you followed the men around the corner leading to the city. The sound of police sirens filled your ears, and you looked back, seeing swarms of cops getting out, as they searched the area for you.

You stared at them all for a second, before you waved them goodbye, as you walked around the corner. "I'm gonna need a job, I need a place to live, I need to make it out here... as a new person." You said as you followed the men for so long before you stopped, you watched as they dipped into an alleyway, before they were followed by a wry old man with a briefcase.... 'Hmm.'

#kengan ashura #kengan omega #kengan ashura omega #kengan ashura ohma tokita #kengan omega ohma tokita #kengan ashura fanfiction #kengan omega fanfiction #kengan ashura x reader #ohma tokita x y/n #ohma tokita x reader #ohma tokita #tokita ohma #kengan ashura x y/n #kengan ashura ohma

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mooodyblue · 10 months

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I dont normally send ask, and you can totally ignore this!

I've had such a bad day and I was wondering if you could write something where Elvis's little has had a really bad day and is just super overwhelmed. I feel like elvis would be so sweet and comforting

im sorry you had a bad day!!! i hope this cheers you up a little <3 he would absolutely be sweet and comforting !

wc: 734

first it was spilling coffee on the new rug, vernon coming over to pester you about elvis and his recent spendings, then being nearly mobbed by a group of people at the grocery store and trying to not have a breakdown on the ride home. all you needed was bread! it wasn't until you saw elvis’s car in the driveway as you pulled in, knowing he’d be angry about you leaving by yourself.

you stepped into the house with the bag in your hand, tear stained cheeks as elvis stood there, glaring at you. you sighed, “elvis–”

“thought i said to not leave unless you got someone with you.” he strictly stated, crossing his arms.

“i just needed–”

“and i don't wanna hear it, don't be goin’ out unless you let me know. somethin’ coulda happened to ya!” his voice raised slightly.

you didn't say a word, only looking up at him as you began to cry. elvis’s facial expression softened. “oh, honey…” he sighed and pulled you close, tossing the bag of bread aside, and wrapping his arms around you. “what happened? talk to me.”

you sobbed into his shoulder, “t-they were chasin me, daddy.” he pulled away at the sudden name, more concerned. “a-and i spilled m’ drink all over the rug you bought and then-”

“woah, woah–okay. deep breaths, c'mon.” elvis took your hands, taking a deep breath. you copied him and exhaled, repeating this until your sobs slowed down. “that's right, honey. there you go.” he rubbed your shoulders reassuringly. “none of that matters, it's alright. you’re here now, you're safe.

“‘m sorry, really.” you sniffled. “didn’ mean to make daddy mad o-or be lil’.”

he gasped, “baby–no. don’t go apologizin’ now.”

“am i in trouble?...”

“no, honey. you ain’t in trouble for havin’ a bad day.” he sighed and looked around the house, thinking of a way to cheer you up. then a grin appeared on his face. “how ‘bout this, you go outside for about….oh…i don't know–five minutes? go walk around the garden for a bit. i’ll have somethin’ for ya shortly.”

elvis was good at a lot of things, obviously. he took pride in his singing and way of performing, however, he took more pride in making you happy. when you were little, you had things that made you happy. whether it'd be plushies, snacks or your favorite toys; they'd always bring you the comfort you needed. but on days like today, he knew you needed more than to just be lazing on the couch with a plushie.

he hurriedly went up to his bedroom, tearing all the sheets from his bed and dragging them down to the den. couches were moved around, he laid out sheets as high and far out as he could, creating the perfect fort. he filled the inside with another sheet and various pillows, wanting to create a cozy environment as relaxing as possible. he took one more trip upstairs to grab your plushies, a few coloring books and toys to fill your fort with. snacks too, along with a filled sippy cup. elvis had to take a step back to view his creation, incredibly proud of making your dream fort in a short amount of time.

“daddy?”

“in here!” he yelled back, smiling as you walked in. “well?”

you gasped, looking at the beautifully made fort in front of you. elvis got it perfect, he even brought your favorite plushie to join you! you didn't know if you wanted to cry, scream or jump into elvis’s arms but god, you were so happy. instead, you ran up to him and hugged him tightly. “oh daddy, i love it!”

he let out a sigh of relief, “thank god.” he laughed. “you've got snacks ‘n toys all down in there. but don’t go eatin’ 'em all at once. you know what happens when you eat too many snacks, right baby?”

“they make my tummy hurt.” you said, proudly.

“that's right.” he kissed the top of your head. “now go play.”

you giggled with excitement as you crawled in, hugging one of your plushies tightly before looking up at elvis with sad eyes.

“what did i forget?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“a-are you not gonna join?” you pouted.

he felt his heart melt, not being able to say no to that look on your face. “y’know what, yittle. i think i will.”

#elvis x reader

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ultra-kek · 6 months

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Is it true you don't like anything from Grant Morrison, or just the man himself at all?

I don't think I've mentioned my thoughts on Grant Morrison here but I do really love Grant Morrison's early DC work, in particular Animal Man being one of my favorite comics of all time, but I find their later work to be so terrible that I consider it my least favorite comics of all time. I blame this on the running themes of Metatextuality and a sort of reconstructivist ideology in Morrison's work that has ended up completely antithetical to what i desire from comics.

While the absurdist ruminations on the nature of fiction in Animal Man made for an amazing and radical sort of comic that deconstructed a lot about both superheroes and the relationship between fiction and reality, over time their work fell into what to me feels like just very shallow and uninteresting narratives that frequently fall into the same traps as like, redditors and youtube theorists, where it doesn't really have that much to say beyond "woah... this is a work of fiction and we're breaking the fourth wall!!!!!1111" and "superheroes are actually super cool and should never be criticized". The top examples i can think of are their Batman run, which brought back several concepts but in ways that felt shallow (was it really that necessary to bring back the Batman of Zurr-En-Arrh as an edgy violent alternate personality?), meanspirited (Son of the Demon being brought into canon, but retconning Bruce and Talia's loving relationship to... that.), or even offensive (if you're going to make a modern version of the Batmen of all Nations, even if you're going to be rewriting them to attempt to make more realistic and progressive incarnations of them is it really necessary to keep the more offensive designs, and redesign others to be even more offensive? I don't think they had people of color on hand for that stuff...). Meanwhile there's the multiverse stuff that I just really can't bring myself to care about, that kind of thing is already really boring for me personally and though Morrison tries to make more meaningful narrative in them that narrative is just "Aren't superheroes really epic and cool?"

There's also the fact that regardless of being nonbinary Morrison hasn't really had the best track record when it comes to depicting minority groups. I already mentioned the Batmen of all Nations but there's them turning Talia into a misogynistic and somewhat racist stereotype, and Professor Pyg, who's Buffalo Bill-type queercoding is so offensive that I genuinely can't stomach it as a character. This is more controversial, but I feel this even about A Serious House on Serious Earth, both in the character of Mad Dog but also in the comic's general depiction of Batman's rogues' gallery not as characters of their own but as caricatures of mental illness existing primarily as foils for Batman's personal conflicts, which bled into the comics and kind of became a defining part of Batman as a franchise and its frequent usage of psychological themes.

Morrison also has a particularly unfortunate flaw in that theyre kind of... redditbrained. They're famous for their personal theory on the ending of the Killing Joke of how it actually represents Batman finally breaking his one rule and killing the Joker, despite how the comic very clearly frames the moment as the one last moment of understanding the two will ever have. There's also Morrison's idea of all Batman media being true, and justifying it as the sillier parts of Batman being caused by... him and Robin being on drugs. They've literally said that.

My main like, ideological opposition to Morrison though is in their reconstructivist themes and the way they place superheroes as like gods to be aspired to. I certainly fall closer to Moore when it comes to my perspective on comics and while I don't think they're beyond salvation Morrison simply isn't doing them any favors. I just don't want to see comics about how epic Batman and Superman are or whatever, I want to see more radical stuff that breaks down superhero comics as a whole. By all means I like seeing the weird reinvention of old concepts, but being so stuck in the past is just kind of, stupid.

#dc #txt #text #sorry this is rambly im sick as i write this and tumblr has been fucking up and blocking me from replying for like 2 days

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seleniancalamity · 7 months

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what's that, another AF post? featuring all of the designs i.. for some reason never posted! read below the cut for more info and yes im aware some of these poses are garbage these are once again in my old style i drew these like weeks ago :sob: also the text below is Stupidly long so bear with me

bet you're wondering "gee, steven, where's cyalm/celesteal and voixer?" Welllllllll there's a bit of a problem with those designs and it's called "i might of taken a bit too much inspiration from a different artist's designs and i dont remember said artist's username" and so i'd feel REALLY bad for posting them (which is sad because voixer is my favorite design of literally all the ones i drew)

anyways, some design notes

arrolin was an actual fucking pain to design. red/green is such a difficult color combo to work with. i originally tried adding yellow but a challenge i wanted to do for this artwork is stick as close to the original palettes as much as possible

mino and morward are meant to reflect on each other since morward is meant to just look like mino but Advanced since.. here they're both robots

solgon and naen are married you can't convince me otherwise thats why i gave them rings

(yes i know naen is doing the "you know i had to do it to em" pose)

signol is a deliberate design disaster. i love them. (i also made them genderfluid because i said so)

i made shallare look like the most Guy of All Time with intent he's meant to look like if a normal ass guy was a point

i've already uploaded stratosfear in a different post so i'll probably post my own design for the first star savior later since i dont have any actual art for them besides a low effort sketch

pasless looks like a farmer i'm gonna be real i had no idea how else to incorporate Woah he's the guy that represents The Past (tm) other than make him look like a farmer

yawgate is meant to straight up deadass have a portal in his torso like i just thought it was a sick idea so i did that no i didnt think of the consequences

please ignore compale's shoes. they're meant to have snow shoe spikes but i cannot draw perspective for shit

ploque is best described as having designed to look like he'd work at home depot

ixol is meant to look like they made hawaii part II miracle musical into a personality trait

anshine is just an angel bro idk what else to say about him i made him very angelic looking to contrast stratosfear looking demon-y

ulipse was very fun to draw idk why also i have no idea where i got the inspiration for her design other than just "damn what if i made her more fem presenting because all of the other points are very neutral or masc barring signol"

and finally, staraza! my design for the second star savior! they have no personality atm i just think they're neat i gave them three colors and made them a point because... Well funny story i was on actual AF2 restored and someone said something along the lines of "point star savior ocs are bad" and i was like, internally. "fuck you" and decided to do it out of spite

I'll post a celesteal/cyalm/voixer design eventually but idk if it'll be the one i use personally

Also how the fuck do i tag any of this im just not gonna tag all of the characters i cant be bothered im sorry

#adventure forward #adventure forward 2 #adventure forward 2 points of conflict

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porfiriea · 10 months

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id love to hear an essay on how much you love Eua :33 i really love her as well but i wasnt too keen on how she was handled at the end of Sotsu

DGHDHD ACTUALLY TY FOR ASKING ME THIS

So, one of the main reasons I'm in the WTC fandom rn is actually Eua! Basically, I was going through my old pinterest boards in like 2021 or smtn, and I noticed the higurashi board I made wayyy back. So, I clicked on it, and under the 'find more ideas' I saw a character that looked like Hanyuu, but not completely. I thought they changed her design, blah blah blah, went to google and found out that gousotsu is a thing. But me being my neurodivergent self, I realised that I have to **read all of the higurashi and umineko VNs before I can watch it**. And so I did.

Now, let's talk about Eua's design for a bit. The grand theatre color palette usually consists of reds, yellows, and purples; and there are plenty of them in Eua's as well.

Secondly, her design, while still managing to look(a lot) like Featherine, puts a slightly different spin on the hair.

Now, I don't think that r07 planned this(cough, man looks for design inspo in magazines) BUT Hanyuu and Featherine have a very similar hairstyle, not just color and name.

Shape language bby. Yeas.

The triangular shapes of Eua's hair make her look much more dangerous than Hanyuu, but they also make her look far less reliable than Featherine.

Also! The way her hair frames her face makes Eua look like Thalia(the muse of comedy), or 'the smiling theatre mask'

In Eua's introduction, gousotsu version, she doesn't appear until Satoko is alone(in a dark shed too hdhdh), and in meguri she strikes while Satoko is basically 'reaching out for her old life'. She appears, and forces the story onto Satokky.

Basically, while Satoko is thinking 'woah I wanna go back to when I was closer to Rikuh and my friends', she asks 'hey you wanna do exactly that', but she doesn't really mention the part where, idduno, Satoko's mental health will decline if she does it?

She reveals the loops, but only the parts she wants Satoko to see. Also??? The ohoho girl literally has no idea what she's supposed to do! Without even saying so, Eua's convinced her that she can only rely on the power she bestowed. She doesn't lie, but she does deceive, spoon feeding Satoko hand picked half-truths.

I've talked about this take before, but Eua is absolutely affection bombing/using the push and pull method on Satoko but I honestly think that it needs to be said more often! Satoko is a kid going through a really tough part of her life, and if Eua didn't decide to make herself some entertainment out of it, she would have probably solved it.

Now... Eua had the potential to be a much more interesting character, and I am honest to god praying that meguri does smtn cool with her. Pls.

No, but actually. Her role of the 'corruptor'(person who gives Satokky the looping powers) could have been fulfilled by Une or Tamurahime, as they both have a certain dislike of Hanyuu and by extension Rika as well.

But they didn't use Tamura or Une! And that means.... There's probably a reason as to why not.

It really goes to show how absolutely manipulative Eua is, because only she could play that part, and how the only thing important to her is her own entertainment and-

Wait, doesn't this sound familiar? Eua is allegory of us, the viewers.

She calls Hanyuu her double, because really, they are two sides of the same coin. We as the onlookers want to see Rika Furude escape the endless June, but we also want to be entertained by their suffering at the same time.

And that means that I can proudly say: 'shes just like me frrr' . She's the type of blorbie that I don't know if I love to hate or hate to love, but uhhhh.. Hot. Yeas.

I like it when a character is like an underdeveloped fetus so I can make shit up about them😋🥰

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queerstickerjournal · 2 years

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Stim Toys

just a small thing that popped into my brain box. Basically mikey finds one of donnie's stim/fidget toys. Not proof read since it's short!!!

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Mikey was bored. Which probably explains why he decided to go into his brother's lab, a lot of the tech in there interested him with all the bright lights and buttons that made soft clicking noises. He didn't understand how much of it worked, but if it had pretty colors then it attracted him, and that was enough.

But he found something different on donnie's desk--well donnie had different blue prints or parts on his desk all the time, but this thing was different. it seemed like a toy. it was rainbow and kind of like a worm, is what mikey related it to. Only except if the worm was connected at both ends, therefore having no head or tail.

He tangled it around his fingers, with each bend and twist a clicking noise came out. Mikey absolutely loved it, he couldn't stop messing with it, something about it relaxed him but also made him feel really happy. He slouched back into one of his brother's office chairs and continued playing with the item. Mikey wondered if donnie made it, or if he was using it as some part for another invention. It didn't look like anything that would be used for the other's tech, but who knows, because mikey didnt.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but it couldn't have been too long, he heard footsteps walk into the room, he didn't bother looking up as he figured it was just donnie.

"What're you doing in my lab?" donnie questioned, placing his mug on top of his desk. Mikey spun around in the chair, only then did he finally away from the toy, "well, I was bored and your lab tends to have cool looking stuff, but I didn't touch anything this time" donnie raised a marker draw eyebrow as he motioned towards the rainbow tangle in the other turtle's hand.

"Oh." Mikey blinked quite a few times before speaking again, "I meant nothing that looked science-y" donnie pulled up a chair and sat down. Mikey handed him the tangle and donnie messed with it for a minute, "would you like one of these? They tend to help with paying attention, or just calming you down."

Mikey tilted his head, so it really wasn't anything tech related. "Woah, really?!? Yes of course I want one!!! How long will it take you to make another?" donnie seemed to take a second to process what was said before responding, "oh, no no I didn't make it! They sell these on the internet, they're meant for autistics and those who have adhd. Oh and they help with anxiety. I am flattered that you think I've invented almost everything in my lab" he teased after handing the stim toy back to mikey.

"Yeah yeah, I just figured you did! You're always inventing weird and cool looking stuff don!" He started playing with the tangle again, "but yes I'd like one pleaasee" "I already ordered one while we were mid conversation" donnie turned his phone around, showing that it was in fact, ordered. "Thank you donnie!! Can I hug you??" The older seemed to wince a bit before shaking his head, "thank you for asking, dear brother. But maybe just a fist bump would do" mikey smiled widely before doing what was mentioned.

#abrupt ending but still #im a bit rusty but thats okay #rottmnt #tmnt #takes place in rottmnt but could be read in others #autistic donnie #autistic donatello #autistic mikey #adhd mikey #neurodivergent mikey #neurodivergent donnie #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtle headcanons #teenage mutant ninja turtles #mikey and donnie

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