#I should just use golden mercy as a tag LOL

[cozy-the-overlord]

Miles To Go Before I Sleep

Part 3 of Cozy’s Fluff-To-Angst Fun and Games

@fablesrose said:

Alright, break my heart.

A lover softly combing their fingers through your hair as your head lays in their lap, quietly drifting to sleep with a hum.

Summary: She could accept this fate, did accept this fate, if it meant that he would escape safe and sound. But Loki could never let her fall alone.

Word Count: 1,663

Pairing: Loki x Sigyn

A/N: So this is based on a dream I had a while ago ... it’s weird. I know it might not make any sense, but my dreams never make any sense lol, so I was kind of trying to channel that a bit. The title is from Robert Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”-- I debated about that for a while, because I know this story doesn’t really fit that poem thematically (like ... at all), but the atmosphere it creates is sort of what I was going for? Kind of? Idk this story is a trash fire. 

Also please let me know what you think of the ending! I’m genuinely curious to see how people interpret it ...

Thanks for reading!

Warnings: Drowning? (but no death)

Tags:  @lucywrites02 @silver-lupines @whatafuckingdumbass @the-emo-asgardian @imnotrevealingmyname @electroma89 @lokislittlesigyn @moumouton4 @theredrenard @justdontmindmetm​

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At first, she thought she was dead. That moment when she first hit the water, the icy crack that shattered her vision as millions of tiny needles pierced every sliver of skin and cut straight to her bones—surely, she must be dead. No body could survive such raw cold.

But she wasn’t. She was alive for now, alive enough to scream as freezing water rushed down her throat, up her nostrils, through her ears, ripping her apart from the inside until there was nothing left but ice.

Can’t breathe—

The surface sparkled above her with a mocking glow. She knew how to swim, but when she tried to kick her legs only dangled in the water, useless chunks of lead pulling her deeper and deeper with each failed flail. Her arms weren’t working properly. Her fingers had turned to icicles.

No, she wasn’t dead, but she was dying.

The thought electrified her, and she tried another half-hearted thrash for the surface even as her chest swelled with water. She didn’t want to die. Not like this. Somewhere, deep down, she was ashamed of her fear. She hadn’t fought the drop. She had given herself up to death’s eternal slumber. Why was she panicking now?

But this was different. She had made peace with the fall, yes, but the water did not hold the same mercy. Please. She gasped for the surface, not even sure who she was pleading with.

Please, not like this.

She wasn’t expecting an answer.

And yet one came.

In one moment, she was spiraling down into the blackness, in another, the light was flying towards her in a halo of bubbles, a familiar arm tight and firm around her waist.

Somehow, the air she heaved into her lungs was even colder than the water below, the frigid wind that whipped across her cheeks threatening to take her skin with it. She coughed out a waterfall, the panic that had been frozen in her throat finally freed from its floodgates as she sobbed and shook against his chest.

His.

Sigyn gagged on the realization.

“You—you—” But her voice only burned, too raw for speech. When she attempted to twist around to see his face, he only held her more tightly against him as he pulled her to the embankment. She pulled at his collar with numb fingers.

“You were supposed to run,” she choked. “Loki, you were supposed to run.”

Loki said nothing. He scooped her up like she weighed no more than a feather, his ruby eyes staring off at something only he could see as they trudged through the snow. She realized suddenly that she was shivering, teeth chattering like a pair of castanets, and she gulped as she tried in vain to hold her frostbitten hands still. Loki’s grip around her tightened.

“We need to get you warm,” he said. “You’ll freeze like this.”

What he needed to do was drop her and get as far away from her as possible, but Sigyn’s voice wasn’t working properly. Really, very little was working properly. Her vision was going fuzzy in the corners, the steady sound of his wet boots crunching against the ice was starting to fade into an indistinguishable buzz.

She only noticed they had stopped when the fire crackled to life—a vibrant, vigorous warmth that washed all over her, and she found herself bathing in the glow of dancing flames despite her better judgment.

“Loki!” she whispered weakly, fighting to cling to her last dregs of reason. “The smoke— he’ll find you—”

Loki lay behind her, holding her to his chest with a touch so gentle she barely felt it. His fingertips danced across her temples, stroking clumps of wet hair from her face as they went.

“You’re so beautiful.” His voice was soft and safe, a warm blanket wrapping her up and sheltering her from the world.

She inhaled. Her chest felt numb. “What’s going to happen?” She hated that she sounded so small, like a frightened child cowering at a storm. But surely what they were facing was a storm of its own? Sigyn knew very well who it was pursuing them. She knew he would stop at nothing to retrieve what he wanted.

It could only be a matter of time …

But Loki was unconcerned. “Don’t worry, darling,” he soothed. “Don’t worry. It’s all going to turn out right.”

“The tesseract—”

He hushed her gently. “Everything’s going to be just fine.” He hummed as he combed through her hair, a tune that Sigyn almost recognized, something innocent and nostalgic. It was something from a lifetime far away, dancing on the edge of her memory. She found her eyelids slipping closed, even as she fought to remain awake.

Can’t sleep now. Can’t leave him …

“It’s all right, my love,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. “You can go. I promise I’ll be all right.”

And so, she gave into his words, and the world faded to black.

…

When they found him, the fire had gone out. Loki was hunched alone in the snow, watching little flecks of ice crystalize on his blue skin. He didn’t bother to stand as they surrounded his makeshift camp. Why should he? He was weary, and besides— it didn’t matter now.

The Mad-Titan loomed over him, his golden armor sparkling with frost as he regarded Loki with a kind of patronizing amusement.

“And so the Jotun blesses us with his true colors.”

Loki fixed him with a heavy-lidded stare, breath whistling through his lips in a silver vapor. He was too exhausted for words. Besides, what was there to say? Everyone here knew how this was going to end.

At least, they thought they did.

“I’m surprised at your choice,” Thanos grinned. It was a spider’s smile, one that said he wasn’t surprised at all. Loki pressed his nails into the palms of his hands. “I thought for sure you had chosen to run.”

Yes. Sigyn had thought so too, had wanted him to flee. He had seen in her eyes, that peaceful resignation as she accepted her fate.

As if he could ever let her fall alone.

Thanos knew it. That was the frustrating part. He knew Loki would jump in to save her or die trying. He knew he’d give up his life, give up the tesseract, give up every living creature in the universe if it meant keeping her safe …

It didn’t matter now. Sigyn was free from harm, far outside the Titan’s reach, and the tesseract …

“Hand it over, princeling.”

Loki only smirked. History may call him Silvertongue, but oh, sometimes silence tasted so sweet.

Thanos’ eyes narrowed.

They dragged him to his feet in an instant. Loki didn’t fight it. It was only a matter of seconds before the realization would strike, and he for one was enjoying the anticipation.

The Titan towered over him. Loki fought the urge to laugh. He clearly thought himself intimidating, but his tiny eyes glaring out from beneath his helmet only made Loki think of an overgrown cockroach wearing armor.

Still, he bit his tongue.

“I’ll ask only once more,” Thanos leaned towards him, practically spitting in his face. “The tesseract. Hand it over.”

Loki didn’t flinch.

“My lord—” It was one of his Children, hunched over a datapad with a molded tension in his shoulders.

Here we go.

“What?”

“It’s not here.”

“What do you mean it’s not here?” Thanos snapped. “He has it!”

The man inhaled a shaky breath. “Forgive me sir, but he doesn’t. Here—” He held the tablet to the Titan with trembling hands in frantic supplication. “It’s not on his person. It’s not even on this planet. There’s not even the slightest trace of its gamma signature on this side of the galaxy!”

Loki grinned.

…

She awoke in her bed, cocooned in the snug embrace of her favorite fuzzy blanket. The rain pattered on the roof outside, a soft hum that almost soothed her back into slumber. Still, she pulled herself from sleep’s clutches and yawned, stretching as she sat up.

Such a strange dream.

It seemed so distant now, all wrapped up in warmth. She could only barely recall the last dregs of icy panic, floundering in a frozen river. And the man who had pulled her out …

She chuckled to herself. If only every nightmare ended with a tall, dark stranger rushing to her rescue. Although memory of his face eluded her, she couldn’t forget the feeling of his arm around her waist, so strong yet so gentle at the same time, clutching her to his chest like it was his sole purpose in life to hold her close. She sighed. Her subconscious had been kind to her last night.

A loud yowling from down the hall startled her from her reverie—the cat, demanding his breakfast. She frowned at the clock and jumped when she realized how late it was. Oh well. Can’t spend all morning fantasizing about handsome dream-men. Time to get up.

There was a song stuck in her head, she realized suddenly. It took her a moment to place it. Some silly jump rope chant from elementary school that she hadn’t thought of in years.

She giggled. How obscure is that?

Another meow reverberated through the apartment, an impatient edge to the cry. She groaned, throwing back the covers.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming!” One of her slippers was missing from its usual spot. She frowned. “Tigger, did you steal my slipper?”

Tigger only let out another screech, and she huffed. That damn cat was always snatching everything she left out and stashing them under something—he was a veritable hoarder.

“Fine,” she yelled, making her way to the kitchen slipperless. “Be like that, you little thief—”

So distracted was she by the cat, she didn’t notice the faint blue glow emanating from the tangled mess of her bedsheets.

#loki marvel #loki fanfic #loki angst #loki x sigyn #loki x ofc #logyn #miles to go before i sleep #cozys fluff-to-angst fun and games #cozy writes

[mystic-shadows42]

Assigned Target

A/N: Didn’t do any proofreading on this one. I hope it’s okay.

Pairing: Ubbe x Reader (AU) One-shot

Warnings: Angst, Language, past sexual references

Summary: Ubbe and Y/N have been assigned to kill each other. Once lovers turn enemies.

You held the file in your hand. His file. You had to choose what to do with it. Do you give it to the people that you sold your organization out on already or risk Ubbe coming after you?

If you knew anything about Ubbe its that he took each job seriously. He separated his personal life from business. As much as you loved him even you questioned his love for you.

There was no doubt that Ubbe was one of the best. Better than you. He was an excellent shot. He never missed any of his targets. You pitied the people he had to take out. Now that person was you.

You two kept your relationship a secret. Though it didn’t start off that way.

When you two were paired up for a job was when it happened. The sexual tension had reached its limit.

That’s when you both gave in to your desires. Before you knew it you were tearing his clothes off like a person who had gone mad. Ubbe had tried to stop you but ultimately gave in.

He had never expected you to interfere in his life.

You shook your thoughts away. It was all in the past. You brought this upon yourself. You sold out your employers and every dark secret they had covered up.

Ubbe was the very reason why you did it.

This was all for him. The company was turning him into a person he wasn’t. Someone you hardly recognized anymore. He was becoming the very monster you feared.

He was the company’s ‘golden boy’ using him to kidnap, torture, and kill people that went against them.

You tossed Ubbe’s file in the fire. As much bad as he’s done, you couldn’t do that to him. Deep in your heart you still loved him.

You don’t know how you ended up walking all the way to a church. It made you feel comfortable knowing that you were responsible as well. You were apart of all the bad that happened too.

The phone in your pocket started to vibrate. You answered it despite some people looking your way.

“Hello.”

The call on the other side was distorted.

“You’ve been assigned to kill Ubbe Lothbrok. If you do this, your name with your former organization will be cleared. If you fail to do so, we’ll have no choice but to terminate you.”

They hung up before you could utter a word back. It didn’t surprise you that they’d still find out about Ubbe. It was a long shot to try and clear his name.

You dragged the phone from your ear, looking down at it in your lap. Could you really kill Ubbe? In the end, you’d be losing something. There was no winning either way.

Your thoughts were interrupted when a person sat down next to you. Looking from your peripheral you knew exactly who it was. 

He found you.

In less than two hours he found where you were hidden at. You felt the barrel of the gun pointed at your side. 

Ubbe turned so he could have a better angle and keep his gun hidden.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?”

“No. I was just hoping I’d have more time.”

“Your time has run out. This is what I need you to do. You’re going to get up and walk outside.”

“If I don’t?”

“I really don’t want to do this inside a church.” He brushed your hair behind your ear in a slow manner just like he used to. “You wouldn’t want to be responsible for all these innocent people’s death, would you?”

This kind of talk was exactly what you were trying to save him from. By this point, he probably wasn’t even worth saving.

You pulled your knife on him. He saw it coming and twisted it out of your hand. You grimaced and bit down on your lip to keep from yelling out in pain. He had swiped it before it could hit the floor and draw attention.

“If you don’t get off this bench in ten seconds I’m going to kill that old couple. That man with the glasses, even his two little girls. The priest-”

“That’s enough. You’ve made your point.”

You stood up and started to walk out the church with Ubbe close behind. He concealed his gun but had a tight grip on your arm.

Once you both made it outside he pulled you around the back, hidden from plain view. He pushed your back against the wall and leaned forward.

“So, this is what it comes to?”

“Guess so.”

“Then do it,” you challenged. Ubbe wasn’t known to talk to his targets. You wondered why there wasn’t a bullet in your head yet.

“I’m taking you in.”

“I know your orders aren’t to take me in. They’re to terminate me.”

“What are your orders?”

“What do you think? I betrayed the company and now if I don’t get rid of you, someone else will kill me anyway.”

“Why? Why’d you do it?” His nostrils flared. He’d always been loyal to the company so your betrayal was sabotage to him.

“The company isn’t what it used to be. They’ve been killing innocents. You’ve been killing innocents.”

Ubbe clenched his jaw looking away.

“Not everybody is innocent. I’m just the only one who’s strong enough to go through with it.”

You couldn’t help but grow angry. He said it with such conviction that it made him sound like he was doing it for the greater good.

“What I did was the right thing. You know that you just don’t want to admit it.”

He reached around his waistband only for you to stop him by kneeing him in the groin. You quickly reached for the gun.

He kicked it away and tackled you to the floor. He hovered over you holding your hands above your head.

“Quit fighting me.”

“Why should I? We have to kill each other and just a few minutes ago you threatened to kill people in the church!”

“Yeah, because you wouldn’t have listened otherwise. You were always so soft when it comes to people.”

He leaned forward and whispered in your ear. “That’s your weakness.” You twisted and turned in his hold but his grip on you tightened. “That’s what I loved about you.” 

You stopped moving when he said that. His comment caught you off guard. He had mentioned ‘loved’ in the past tense but the fact he admitted he was in love with you was the kicker.

He never once admitted being in love. It was the first time he said it out loud.

“Not anymore, right?”

“It just makes this a lot harder. They told me the sooner I take care of you, the less hard it’ll be.” You saw the flash of silver as he drew out his knife from his sleeve. “I’ll always love you.”

He had a hard time saying it but he did. You knew what his plan was. He’d kill you as quickly as possible, a mercy killing. Though, you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of getting rid of you so easily.

“So will I.”

You head-butted him and kicked him off once his hold on you loosened. Your head hurt like hell but this was life or death.

You did the only thing you could. You ran. Ubbe’s arrival so soon was unexpected. You weren’t prepared but that’s what all your training was for.

Be prepared at all times. Be tactful. Be clever. Be resourceful.

You two will be face to face once more. Only this time you’ll be prepared. Ubbe was ready to let you go by killing you. He’s made his choice, so now, yours is made.

You loved him with your whole being but you won’t hesitate to kill him like he would with you. 

Tagged: @belovedcherry​ @lordsexmachine​ @lol-haha-joke @mariaenchanted

#Ubbe #Ubbe x reader #Ubbe Imagine #Ubbe Lothbrok #Ubbe Ragnarsson #Ubbe AU

[sakurazukamouri]

delete this if this makes you feel pressured or anything, but I absolutely adored your VNC graphics (and fanfics!), would you ever consider making more of different characters? if so, what color schemes would you use for jeanne and dominique if you did?

Thank you for your kind words anon! I’m happy to hear that you enjoyed my VnC edits.

At the time that I made them (2017), there wasn’t much colored artwork of other VnC characters yet, which is why I didn’t make any. Though if I were to make a graphic set for Jeanne and Dominique, their respective color schemes would be probably a golden yellow and light shade of purple. I originally had purple in mind for Noé, but pink just suited him so well when I was playing around with my PSD that I just left it at that lol

Now that we’re playing this game, I would make Roland’s a shade of green similar to his eyes. Hmm, Olivier would be a navy blue, perhaps? Alfoso would be a peach color, though we’ll have to see if they get any more colored artwork. The Dhampirs haven’t gotten much love in the official art department so I can’t say for sure what color scheme they would have, but hopefully that changes!

That being said, I’m not sure if I would/should make more VnC edits. Ever since my Vanitas’ graphic set was marked as “unsafe,” my edits often do not show in the tags, so I’m at the mercy of people choosing to reblog my edits or letting them die in their likes. I would love to contribute more to the fandom, but it’s difficult to find motivation for hours of work to go unnoticed.

#once again thank you for being so kind #vnc #vanitas no carte #case study of vanitas #vanitas no shuki #text post #shhh the trash king is speaking

[myriadimagines]

Picturesque Moment

Game of Thrones One Shot

Pairing: Reader x Bran Stark

Other Characters: –

Warnings: –

Requester: anonymous

Request: “Could I get a one shot for Bran Stark? I was thinking the plot could be that the two of you are married and Bran is telling you about the visions he saw of your future. He sees the two of you still happily together but with children. You don’t believe him at first, as you were sure he was unable to produce an heir, but Bran places a hand on your stomach and says that you are pregnant now. Sure enough, you deliver a baby 9 months later. I hope this is worthy enough of your talents lol”

Word Count: 1,028

A/N: Hope it’s alright!! In my mind this is set like years after the shitshow that is S8

please reblog/leave comments, they’re very much appreciated!

Your name: submit What is this?

King Bran. Bran the Broken. Three-Eyed Raven. All titles you still have yet to become accustomed to, despite having been married to Bran for years. Even as King, even being the most powerful man in the Seven Kingdoms, to you, Bran will always be the young boy in the North you grew up with, will always be the doe-eyed, shaggy haired boy you loved to explore Winterfell with, no tree or tower too tall for the two of you to climb.

Despite being together for as long as you can remember, you and Bran had gotten married not long after he had been crowned King, as it seemed only natural to officiate your relationship and make you his Queen. You are just as fit for your position as Bran is, having been through and all the trauma humanly possible and surviving. All the skills you’ve accumulated over time makes you a proficient Queen, one who is loved by all, and together, you and Bran rule over the Kingdoms in hopes to rectify and rebuild the kingdoms torn apart and ravaged by years of war.  

Your guard pushes open the heavy doors of your bedroom, quietly closing it behind you as you pace across the room, stopping at Bran’s side where he is peering out at the city below him from your arched windows. He looks up at you, offering you a small smile as you ask, “Deep in thought, my love?” 

He shrugs, turning his attention back out onto the city. “I had a vision.”

“A vision?” you echo in surprise, lowering yourself into a nearby chair as you lean closer to Bran. He nods, a vague expression drifting onto his features that you can’t quite decipher, but an expression you are familiar with. There are days where Bran remains a mystery to you, a dense fog infiltrating your chambers that you can’t quite find him through. He is a knowing smile, a smile that holds secrets that you will never know, a smile that is aware of something that the Gods granted only Bran the knowledge to. You love your husband, yet there are days where you wish he was more transparent, more open to you about the things he can hear and see that no one else is privy to.   

“Yes.” Bran confirms, finally turning to meet your eyes. You can’t tell from the impartial look on his face the nature of his vision, whether it is a good one or, may the Gods have mercy, a bad one. He studies your face for a few seconds, eyes narrowing ever so slightly before he reveals, “It was about us.”

You lean even closer, hanging on the edge of his few words. You feel short of breath, your heart pounding madly in your chest as you anxiously wait for Bran to continue. If you didn’t know any better, you could’ve sworn Bran found the tension entertaining. Reaching over to place a reassuring hand over yours, Bran quashes your worries as he states, “We’re still together. Very happily.”

You finally let out a small breath, still feeling your heart fluttering in a frenzy. The smile lingers on Bran’s lips, his vision playing in front of him again. The two of you, aged every so slightly but your youthful smiles remaining. Sunlight streams the thin curtains, illuminating the room in a soft, golden light, a ring of light outlining your body. You are perched on the edge of your bed as Bran sits opposite you in his wheelchair, mirroring your beaming smile. A small blanket is bundled in your arms, and you coo softly at it as you cradle it in your embrace.

A child. A cheerful child bubbling with laughter as it reaches a chubby hand up towards you.

Another laugh from the corner of the room. You and Bran turn to see a young boy run towards the two of you, clutching a wooden sword as he rushes to Bran’s side, hugging his leg as he cranes her neck, eager to catch a glimpse of the new addition to the family.

A family. A beautiful, joyous family in a picturesque moment that is your soon to be future.

“We have children.” Bran finally reveals, and your eyebrows furrow in confusion. You scoff ever so slightly, pulling your hand away from Bran’s. He watches as you lean away from him, in clear disbelief, and Bran continues, “A boy first. Then a baby girl.”

“Bran,” you croak out, expression softening. “You can’t have children. We can’t have children”

His smile, his smile, immediately reminds you that he is the Three-Eyed Raven for a reason, and that he sees the things no one else does. Reaching for you, his places his hand on your stomach, his palm pressing against you as you hold your breath.

“y/n,” he says quietly, his touch warming your skin under the thin fabric of your dress. “We already do.”

—

Your baby boy cries out, small limbs flailing as the maid gently rests him in your arms. Sweat plasters your hair to your face, tears stinging your eyes from the pain, yet it all disappears as you feel the warmth of your newborn child in your arms. You smile, laughing with relief and happiness as you whisper a hello to your child, gently tracing a finger along his stomach as you rock him up and down. Bran sits at your bedside, leaned forward as his arms rest on the edge of your bed. He smiles as you angle your baby towards him, weakly sitting up for Bran to get a better glimpse.

Despite seeing the scene in his visions, Bran can’t help but note that it is even more beautiful experiencing it in person. 

He gently strokes the baby’s head, his voice low as he says, “Hello there.”

You bend down, nuzzling your nose against your son’s. “What should we name him?”

The answer comes almost instantly, almost naturally, to Bran. The man who cared for him, who he looked up to and admired for most of his childhood. The Young Wolf, the King in the North before his untimely death, “Robb. Robb Stark.”

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#got imagine #bran stark imagine #got #got one shot #bran stark #bran stark one shot #reader x bran stark #bran stark x reader #imagine #imagines #reader insert #one shot #oneshot

[dazais-guardian-angel]

🔥!

I was trying to think of something good and ohhhh okay, something I’ve never actually talked about explicitly on here before at length and have only really vague-bitched about in tags lmao. go here we go. hunter x hunter, boys. this got way too long because of course it did, and i’m about to be burned alive lol rip

I really, really, don’t like the chimera ant arc of Hunter x Hunter, well specifically everything after everyone/the focus moves out of NGL and into the palace. I really just don’t think it’s good or handled well at all, it has good ideas, but what little good ideas are there are not given the proper focus and time they deserve (basically I just mean Meruem and Komugi’s story, that’s literally the only part of the arc in the palace besides the Kite and Gon stuff I had anyyy investment in). The focus of the arc starts out on Kite, and Kite’s relationship with Gon, and that should have stayed the focus throughout the entire thing, but instead Kite becomes less of a character and more a plot device to die for Gon’s angst, which would have been OKAY…… if it weren’t for the fact that then Kite’s importance drops to zero in the midst of the other 3045839 story threads that are introduced (too. many. characters. so many that I can’t care for hardly any of them), and that story, the core of the arc, the REASON EVERYONE ENDED UP IN THE PALACE ON THIS MISSION AT ALL, gets focused on like 3 other times, with so much other shit in between it that I don’t care about, that by the time those moments do come, they don’t hit nearly as hard as they should have. I don’t care if Kite was never meant to be important in the grand scheme of the arc, he’s introduced as so important, he’s the reason Gon starts on this journey at all not that the 2011 anime cared to let us know that, so the emotional impact of his fate should have carried all the way through, ideally leading into Gon and Killua saving zombiefied him and working together to defeat Pitou. 

Which leads to the other biggest thing that pisses me off about the arc. First, the fact that it makes Gon out to be a villain for having terrible trauma and unsupported grief because adults literally send him into a war zone with no care for his own mental state, for wanting to kill a creature that killed his father figure (that the narrative tries to paint as having “changed” and “humanized” just bc she wants to save Komugi for Meruem, but she’s only doing it to save her own hide; she’s boring as hell and has NO MERCY for Gon all the way to the end), and for telling Killua to let him be ONE TIME, AGAIN, WHILE EXTREMELY UNSTABLE, AND WHILE KILLUA HAS SHOWN TO GIVE ABSOLUTELY NO FUCKS ABOUT KITE WHATSOEVER (so why wouldn’t Gon say it has nothing to do with him??? he has absolutely no reason to believe otherwise), DESPITE SHOWING A LIKING FOR HIM EARLIER IN THE ARC. Gon is villified for doing things and behaving in ways that are 100% justified and understandable with the circumstances he’s in, and Killua is shown as desperate and pitiable and the victim here, when he had ample opportunities and ways to try to help Gon before the mission, but did nothing, even recognizing that he was going over the edge, and then later cries about “not being able to do anything”, and then LATER gets ANGRY at Gon, who is currently dying, for putting himself in this position and not letting Killua help him fight Pitou, when again 1) Killua made no effort to help him, in ANY way, and 2) Gon had no reason to think he wanted to help because of his behavior about the situation, and no ability to ask for help because no one had given him earlier, for lack of a better word, HELP. Killua even SAYS something like “I know Kite was only important to you”, even though, again, Killua grows close to Kite too early in the arc, but that’s completely retconned later in order for Gon to go it alone and to woobify/make sympathetic Killua. :)))) In one episode before the palace mission begins, I can’t remember which, Killua pulls out the needle in his head, and seems to gain a new understanding of his relationship with Gon, and is determined to protect and support him???? So where does all of that go??? He just goes BACKWARDS, becoming more unhealthily dependent on him than ever. Not to mention that they give a fantastic opportunity for Killua to develop outside of Gon, when he befriends Ikalgo (that friendship is ADORABLE, MY GOD)! but they just……… don’t go anywhere with that…….. why……..

Other problems are the GODFORSAKEN NARRATOR OH MY GOD ANIME/TOGASHI DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND THE CONCEPT OF SUBTEXT AND LETTING THE AUDIENCE BE ABLE TO PICK UP ON THINGS THEMSELVES, again, having 30485039 characters and plot threads ongoing at once, with nothing happening over 5 episode-spans and nothing I care about for 15, which again ruins the impact of those moments when they do come……. I cried when Gon found out about Kite, and when Meruem/Komugi died together, but shit man, both of those sets of characters deserved so much more to their arcs. And then Kite becomes a redhead chick who Gon says “hi, glad you’re back, bye!” to (literally not even exaggerating that much) in the second to last episode………………… w h y i know why, because keeping him dead would mean Gon would actually have to deal with mourning properly and WHO KNOWS HOW TO SHOW THAT, NOT THIS WRITER. KITE WHO???

The chimera ant arc is just such a hot mess. so much i don’t care about over an exhausting amount of time, and not nearly enough for the little I did care about. Pouf and Youpi get high for an entire episode over golden baked Meruem. just why. i still don’t understand, im so tired. i’m still so salty, why does this arc get so much praise. togashi why are you like this, you do not know what you’re doing.

#replies #i'm so sorry i hope this is okay :'D #someday i really do need to rewatch hxh and make a fully detailed post tearing down this shit #because i hate it so much lmao #i love Kite and Meruem and that's IT #nighttime-sabbatical

[avengerdragoness]

Children of The Gods Ch. 3 - Demigod AU [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/n: Chapter 3!!! Since you guys said you didn’t really care if it was long, I just went with this one and it’s a bit lengthy. Sorry I’m posting it late, I just couldn’t stop lol. I really enjoyed writing this chapter!! I hope you guys love it and I’d love to know if you love it!

Ch. 1 - Ch. 2 - Ch. 4 - Ch. 5 - Ch. 6

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It’s early in the morning, the sun hasn’t even come over the horizon yet. As there were about a thousand things running through your head as you walked through the camp. This trip was going to take nearly all five days if your calculations were correct. You don’t know where the adamantine itself is, but have knowledge of where a map that leads to it is. Though, the map is guarded by the Drakon Kholkikos. An ancient dragon that used to guard the Golden Fleece. It’s no easy feat, and it would not be easy to retrieve everything else you needed before actually going after the adamantine.

You were lost in strategizing and thinking of anything else you might need, you never even felt the eyes of all the half-bloods on you. Usually you were upbeat and aware of the people around you. Always shooting smiles their way or stopping to talk and check up on the younger demigods. But you were so focused and serious, no one had the guts to come up to you today. Especially after last night’s display, some of them never realized how powerful you actually are. They’re not scared of you, but they’re definitely intimidated.

No one dared come up to you until you entered the stables. Finding Kaldur leaning against your pegasus’ stall. “[F/n] we need to talk.” Making eye contact, you ignored his order and went into the stall. Leading the animal out before mounting and continuing on as you were. Though Kaldur wasn’t letting you off that easy. “[F/n] Stop!” he yelled after you before retrieving his own steed.

Following you all the way up to the cabin dedicated to your father, your cabin. “[F/n], you’re not getting out of this conversation.” He said while following you inside. “Kaldur, is this necessary?” asking with an annoyed tone. “Yes. I’m not going to let you go out there and get yourself killed. [F/n] I understand your reasoning behind this, you feel responsible for what happened to Garfield. You feel like you have an obligation to M’gann. However, you and I both know this is a dangerous mission. I wish the two of us could handle it ourselves but this exceeds us both.”

“I will not put anyone else in danger for damage I caused. If I’m going to live up to the expectations that come with being Zeus’ daughter, I must be able to fix my own mistakes.” You whipped around to face him. Frustration in your tone. “You’re not your father [F/n]! Yes, there are expectations that come with being a child of the Big Three, I know, but we are still mortal. We aren’t gods.” He told you sternly, knowing when you’re frustrated and stressed it’s the only way to get through to you. He knows you know these things, but he must bring out your rational side once more. You’ve always been a warrior who relies on instinct before all else, so when you’re worked up, Kaldur is a good person to have around.

“We can bring along warriors we both feel are trained and strong enough for this. I suggest Dick and Conner, Conner is the lead guard and Dick was trained by Bruce. They both can handle themselves.” Kaldur suggested as you leaned against a desk. Thinking. “Fine, but make sure they know the risks. These trials are life or death, the monsters don’t show mercy. They have two purposes, protect and kill.”

He nodded before turning and exiting the cabin hurriedly.

As soon as he left you felt a presence. “You disagree with my decision.” Asking while turning to the lightning bolt as it lay in it’s case. It was left for you for two reasons. One being, the daughter of Zeus should learn to wield her father’s weapon. The second, being a way for your father to communicate with you, it acting as a phone of sorts.

“You could handle this yourself.” A low voice rumbled through the room. “You are my daughter, you have the makings to become a goddess.” You sneered at the comment, “You mistake me for another.”

“I do not.” The voice rumbled again. “I would not have left you such a weapon if I did not believe it so. You are better than this. Your abilities exceed those of these friends of yours”

Scoffing you turned away. It wasn’t often your father talked to you, he only did it if there was purpose. “What do you want father? You don’t normally pop in just to say ‘hi,’ what have I done wrong this time?”

“Other than thinking lesser of yourself. You grow affections for one of the new half-bloods. This son of Athena.” You shook your head, “I hardly know him.” For some reason your father always had troubles with the Goddess or any of her offspring. Not that you knew why, it was ‘olympus matters’ after all. “I know these things my daughter. Such affections are but a distraction.”

“Coming from you, that’s a bit hypocritical.” Rolling your eyes. “Your actions are that of a child.” He growled. You clenched your jaw, turning to the open case “And yours are one of a god not a father! I am no goddess, I’m not immortal like you! I am not you! My life is fragile and I must remain cautious, you wish for me to be this immortal being of which I am not! If you want me to stay out of your brother’s grasp then I suggest you don’t doubt me or my friend’s abilities. They are fine warriors and I trust them with my life!”

“Were you not just the one needing persuasion to bring your friends?” He questioned angrily. “I was but not because I think them weak, I actually care for their safety and know the perils ahead. I don’t want them hurt no matter their skill.” Snapping back.

“No matter, they will hold you back [F/n].” You shook your head, “You’ve said your peace now leave me to mine.”

“So be it.”

After those words you felt the presence leave the room. Sitting down in a chair near the desk, the case sitting open. Looking over at it, you slammed it shut and flipped the clasps closed. Running your hands through your hair, resting your head in your hands. Feeling rage rush through you system, you soon had stood and swiped everything to the left off the case clear off the table. Leaning against it on your hands, seething. “Hold me back, what does he know? ‘Almighty’ my ass.”

Picking up your backpack that has your supplies and the case with the bolt in it, sliding your sword into the scabbard your hip. Heading out the door to leave this place behind for a good while. Once mounting the pegasus you gave the cabin one last glance before clicking your tongue, signalling for the animal to go.

Flying you found Kaldur with a group of the veterans of the camp and the new recruits. After landing you dismounted. “[F/n], good morning” M’gann greeted you. “Good morning” Eyes trailing over the rather large group. Kaldur, Conner, Dick, Jason, Kori, Roy, Wally, Tim, Barbara, Cass, Steph, M’gann, and Zatanna. Turning to the veterans you began, “Okay, so as you all know Dick, Conner, Kaldur, and I are leaving this morning. While we’re away, I need you guys to pick up the slack from our absence. Wally, I need you to keep up on communications, be ready if we need you out there. Zatanna, we need to figure out how the Sirens got through the barrier and get it back to full capacity. Tim, I’d appreciate if you could assist her with research. Cass, while we’re away you’re lead guard. Steph, you’ll take over Dick’s position in helping any new recruits. Barbara I need you to fill in for Kaldur as second in command around here. Finally, M’gann I’m trusting you to keep this place in line. You’re a great leader and the half bloods trust you. I know I’m asking a lot but I need this from you.” Placing your hand on your shoulder.

She smiled, “You can count on me. Bring Garfield home.” Returning her smile you nodded.

“[F/n], we wish to accompany you. We know the real world well and could be of use to you.” Kori stepped up, drawing your attention to her. “I appreciate the offer but I refuse to put anyone else in harms way.” Shaking your head at her.

“I don’t know. [F/n] she could be right. They were strong assets in the siege last night.” Conner spoke up, calling your attention there. “My answer is no.”

“Why?” Roy asked. You turned to him, “Do you know what this mission entails? These monsters we will face will be nothing like the ones from the siege. They have but two purposes, to protect what they’re guarding and to do so by killing. They won’t show you mercy of any sorts and they will never let their guard down. You let yours down and you’ll spend the rest of eternity in the company of Hades. Are you willing to risk that?”

The three exchanged a look before looking back to you, “Absolutely” Jason answered sternly. Looking at his back you noticed the hilt of the sword you had given him the other day. Getting an idea your hand shot to the hilt of your own sword, drawing it you went to strike Jason. His instincts and reflexes kicked in, drawing his own he blocked the attack. “What the hell [F/n]!?” Wally yelled.

You only smirked, not breaking eye contact with Jason. Pulling your sword back you put it back on your hip. “A test, you passed. If you’re willing to put your lives on the line I can’t stop you.” Hearing that they smiled at each other, “But! You do so, you follow my command. Do we have a deal?”

“Deal” they said in unison. “Well, we’re losing daylight. We should get moving.” Turning to the three others joining you. They nodded, and you turned to your veterans again. “Keep the place in one piece while we’re away.” Wally gave you a thumbs up, “You can count on us.”

However you walked over to your pegasus, “Keep an eye on them beauty” whispering before handing her over to M’gann. “Alright, let’s get moving.” Saying while picking up the case with your weapon in it.

“We are to head to a place called the Lost Sea Caverns. They are a series underground caverns with lakes. That is where we can find the map.” Kaldur instructed and you nodded. “Alright, that should be around a day of travel. We need to go.”

After that your group moved to step outside the gate, though when you passed Jason you called his attention, “And Jason. Nice sword.” Smirking while passing him. He chuckled before putting it on his back once more.

While traveling Jason and the other Outlaws began to talk to Conner and Kaldur more. Getting to know the people they were going to be fighting beside. Roy and Kori adding Dick to the mix. However they were all a bit disappointed you didn’t join in on any conversation.

Kaldur thought this strange, usually you were all for getting to know new demigods. Crisis or not. Sometimes you like to think he knows you too well. There are some things you just want to keep to yourself, your relationship with your father being one of them. Everyone at camp thinks you have the strongest bond when it comes to immortal parents, however you two barely see eye to eye. That’s what’s clouding your mind right now, and keeping you from conversating.

“Is [F/n] alright?” Kori asked leaning toward Kaldur. He sighed, “She has a lot on her shoulders. Being a child of the Big Three adds a lot of extra pressure. [F/n] and I are the only ones to be children of the Big Three. My father is not as harsh as Zeus though, things like this take a toll on her.” He explained, not going into much detail.

“What is Poseidon like Kaldur, does he speak to you?” Roy asked, peering around Kori. “Sometimes, through the water. He can be as calm as a stream to as harsh as a raging sea. Though he is often understanding.” Kaldur answered sincerely. Honestly you thought he has the best relationship with his immortal parent.

“Conner, Dick, what about you?” Kori looked at the two other men. They shook their head, “It’s not often because they have multiple children instead of just one. In a fight or battle we may hear from them but it’s a different set of circumstances.” Conner explained as Dick agreed.

“So we will most likely not hear from our parents.” Kori said sadly, looking over at Roy. “I wouldn’t say that.” You interrupted from in front of them all, “It doesn’t just depend on skill, but dedication to your training and willingness to help people. Conner and Dick are being modest, I know they are often communicated with. Apollo and Ares are proud of them. Along with Poseidon with Kaldur. Doing something like this, it will make you parents proud as well.” Glancing back at them, a caring look in your eyes.

“Thank you [F/n]” Kori thanked you smiling. Jason watched as you turned back forward, throwing back up any walls you had just put down.

Kaldur noticed his watching you. “You are curious about her.” He more stated than asked. Jason looked at him, noticing the others caught up in conversation. He nodded. “[F/n] is reserved in situations such as these. She carries the weight of the world on her shoulders, being the one in charge so she takes full force of any mishaps. She won’t ever even let me take some of the weight off her. However, she trusts you. When she lunged at you at the camp, she knew you would block it. Perhaps you are different, maybe she will let you carry some of that weight.”

Jason shook his head, “I’m nothing special. Just someone who was given a second chance.”

“Maybe, that’s what makes you different.” Kaldur said keeping his eyes on Jason. Jason shrugged sighing, “Maybe.”

You had all traveled quite aways when it began to become too dark to go any farther. You announced that you’d set up camp, still being a good ways in the forest. Everyone seemed to sigh in relief. After building camp everyone basically passed out immediately.

Though you didn’t find sleep as easily. Thinking everyone was asleep you rose and headed to where you had seen a stream on the map. However you didn’t realize Jason was still up. When he noticed you leaving he decided to tail you.

Though coming upon the stream you were nowhere in sight. He looked around confused until something fell beside him. Looking down he noticed a branch, his brows furrowed in confusion. “Up here” someone called. Looking toward the source of the voice he saw you sitting on a branch, your back leaning against the trunk of the tree while one leg was dangling and the other was bent. “So, you like trees.” he joked.

You laughed, “Closer to the sky.” He nodded in understanding, watching as you motioned for him to come up. He grabbed onto a branch and began to climb. Making his way to you. Once on the same branch as you he noticed you staring at an opening in the trees, looking to see the stars.

“Do you know the constellations?” You asked looking at him. “A few”

“Do you know that one?” Pointing to a certain cluster of stars. He shook his head. “It’s Sagittarius, the Archer. Sagittarius is a Centar. He draws his bow pointing it at Antares, which is the red heart of Scorpius. It’s said he’s avenging Orion who was slain by the sting of a scorpion.” You explained, not looking away from the night sky. Jason smiled, “Who taught you that?”

Your expression turned somber, “My mother used to be an astronomer. She taught me all of them and the stories behind them before she died.” “I’m sorry” You shook your head, “You have nothing to be sorry for, it’s in the past.”

“Maybe but the past can hurt.” You chuckled, “you can either run from it, or learn from it.”

“Wise words of Rafiki.” You laughed. Making Jason smile. “Thank you by the way.” He caught your attention. “For what?”

“Opening my mind up to all of this. The camp I mean, embracing being a half blood.” Your spirits perked back up a bit, “My pleasure.”

A comfortable silence fell between the both of you. “So, what’s it like being the daughter of Zeus?” Jason questioned curiously. You shrugged, “Not as glamorous as one might think. How about you, son of Athena?” He chuckled, “Not bad”

“Care to elaborate?” You rose an eyebrow curiously, swinging your leg mindlessly. “You really want to hear my sob story?” He laughed making eye contact. “Well you’ve already heard about something in my past, it’s only fair.”

Chuckling he began, “Let me start from the beginning. Before I knew about all of this, I lost my parents at a young age. Not that they were necessarily good parents. Like Garfield I never knew of my true heritage until my so called father was arrested then died in prison, and my mother overdosed. I turned into a street kid until one of those monsters put me on their radar. That’s when Bruce saved me and I became one of his wards. He trained me and I did some good, having refused to go to the camp. But there was this certain villain that just kept coming back. The Joker. He ended up setting me up in a trap, using my not so dead mother as bait. I fell into his trap, and well he killed me. I remember being in the underworld, it’s vivid. But my mother, my real mother, Athena apparently made a deal with Hades. That gave me a second chance at life, but Zeus was against it I guess. Though my mother didn’t care, she wanted me to live. So when I came back I met Roy and Kori, and we formed the Outlaws, determined to help people. Working outside of Bruce’s moral code. Then long story short, we were brought to the camp after a mishap on a mission.” Jason explained. His story cleared up a lot of things to you, but you couldn’t help but feel awful. He just poured it all out to you.

“Wow, that’s terrible. I’m sorry you had to go through that, and that my father was against it. It kind of explains why he seems to butt heads with Athena now.” You sighed, remembering what he had said about your ‘affections.’

He shrugged, “Like you said, it’s in the past.” Nodding as another silence fell, “My mother, she was killed by one of the villains. I don’t know which one, the League refuses to tell me. She died in my arms, her last words were telling me about the lightning bolt and my true heritage. After that I was targeted by multiple villains and had some close calls, that was until the League found me and brought me to the camp. That’s where I grew up.”

“I guess we both have some pretty fucked up pasts.” He chuckled as you laughed, “Yeah I guess so. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to just talk to someone like this.”

“Me too” Jason smiled and you felt a blush creep to your cheeks, luckily it’s dark. “Um, we should get back. Tomorrow will be a long day.”

“Yeah, maybe we can make a habit of this. Plus I’d love if you could teach me the rest of the constellations.” Jason smirked while climbing down. You laughed, “I might just take you up on that.”

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[nerbert]

This is like, months late I’m sorry please forgive me

This was a questions tag thing that went around like a month ago, and it’s been sitting in my drafts waiting for me to finish it

I forget the rules, and I think everyone has answered these already, so I’m not going to bother tagging more peoples, but if you haven’t done this yet, and want to, answer any 11 of these questions!

3 people tagged me, so this is long

@thecrazyexfangirl tagged me for these:

1. What are you studying or what is your profession? 

I’m studying economics! I’ll graduate with an honours undergrad degree next year, and then I want to complete a masters in economics, a masters in public policy, and a phD in economics, then spend my career writing macroeconomic policy for governments. Basically I want to run the world 

2. I read a lot of opinion about FMAB and FMA03 Mustang, but what is your opinion about FMAB and FMA03 Edward?

I have opinions, and I am going to start on that essay post soon! 

3. Where are you from? 

I grew up in Victoria BC 

4. What is your favourite film/book and why? 

Across the universe is my favourite movie, because I love Beatles music, and I think the movie is just so well done. and Harry Potter is my favourite book, because, well, why does anyone like Harry Potter? It’s the first book I read all the way through, because it came out when I was a smol, the first book that had enough diverse characters that I could identify with, and rereading it it’s feels like catching up with an old friend❤ 

5. If you get a role in the FMA live action, which role would you play? 

I would love to play Major General Olivier Mira Armstrong, but I think honestly, I would want more of like an extra role, because I’d be too busy fangirling to actually act, plus, acting isn’t really my thing 

 6. FMA03, FMAB or FMA manga? 

Good golly, that’s tough. I haven’t read the manga yet, I have a processing disorder that makes it hard to read black and white manga. Between 03 and brohood, brohood is definitely a better series, but 03 is important to watch. I really love Ed’s character development in 03, and I LOVE satan Tucker’s fate. Death is too merciful for him, I love that he sufffeeeerrrrrrrrrsssssss 

7. If you get an opportunity to meet with an author who would you choose? 

I think Arakawa would be a really cool person to meet. From the little that I’ve read/heard about her, I feel like we’d get along 

 8. Which fictional character would be your best friend? 

I think Mai from atla would be my saltmate for sure 

9. Favourite fandom? 

Definitely fma 

10. When did you join to the tumblr community? 

I think I made a tumblr in like 2012, but didn’t really get into it, then after watching fma, I started looking at fanart, and found royai fanfics that soothed my soul, and then I started using Tumblr, so mid 2016. 

11. Do you make fanarts, fanfictions, amv etc.?

I wish. I am an artist, but I paint impressionist landscapes, so fanart isn’t really my domain. And I’ve never really been a writer.

@queenxolivier tagged me in these:

How did you get into fandom? What was your catalyst to finding the tumblr community?

This was kind of answered with when did I join Tumblr. But I got into fma after my brother nagged me to watch it. I got into fandom back in the days of My Immortal and the Harry Potter fandom, but I didn’t have a tumblr back then, so it was more looking at hp fanart on deviantart and MySpace, and googling fanfics, but I was never part of a fandom community until I found fma

What’s your favourite part about your favourite fandom?

I love that the fma fandom is still thriving, like, brohood ended 6 years ago, and people are still joining the fandom, making new art and fics, it’s awesome!

If you could spend the day with any fictional character, who would it be and why?

I’d love to spend a day with Katara, she’s so incredible, and I think I could learn a lot from her, like just how to be a better person in general

What fictional character has had the biggest impact on your life or has inspired you the most?

Hermione was the first character to have an impact on me. And it was because I have gigantic teeth just like her. Seriously, my front teeth are like twice the size of my husbands, and I’ve had these teeth since I was a tiny 8 year old. So I latched onto her character, and started to find more similarities between me and her, and she taught me it’s ok to be smart and a girl

Talk about your favourite book (I KNOW IT’S HARD but if you had to pick one).

Lol hp fo sho. It's just so perfect, like even now, there's still more I'm learning about the Harry Potter universe, and so many more headcanons I can get behind...and more reasons to hate Snape 

Do you have any accomplishments or anything in your life you feel the most proud of?

Ha, way too many. I have a super interesting back story, but that will take to much to talk about here

Tell us about a project you have going on! Or if you don’t have one, maybe something you’ve always wanted to write or draw?

Right now I’m doing an econometric analysis on whether minimum wage increases have impacted the CPI in British Columbia for the last 30 years, and I’m also writing about how Canada’s economy wouldn’t have developed without the help of the Indigenous Peoples

How do you feel about AU’s?

Meh. I like the funny au headcanons, like the one @izumiicurtis proposed, where everyone wears period clothing, except ed still looks like he robbed hot topic in the dark (that is the best joke in the fandom I swear) but I never really got into au's

Do you have any favourite composers or soundtracks?

I really love the Rent soundtrack 

In your opinion, what is the best Disney movie to come out since Disney’s Golden Age?

Wreck it Ralph

Fangirl about something, really go wild.

Major. General. Olivier. Mira. Armstrong. that woman is a goddess and could kill me and I’d be ok with it. She’s so powerful and doesn’t take any crap and she’s so smart and always plans ten steps ahead of everyone and she’s not afraid to admit she doesn’t know everything and she loves her brother so much and does so much to protect her family plus she’s absolutely beautiful like her hair is made of silk I swear and the way she fights with a sword instead of guns I just love swords

@haganenobeato tagged me in these

1. Would you wanted Solf J. Kimblee perish a deserving death on that train? Yes or yes? 

Yes. He should have died RIGHT THERE 

2. Is there fanart or fanfiction you feel needs to be made but doesn’t exist yet or w/e? FMA or otherwise? 

There should be more RizBecca (Riza and Rebecca) fics/ art, and more Marier (Maria Ross and Olivier Mira Armstrong) fics/art. Just more wlw content in general in the fma fandom 

3. What do you think Hayate’s Cream Shiba’s name is? 

well, I think that dog must be Roy’s, and Roy is a nerd, so he probably named her similarly to how Riza named Black Hayate

4. Knowing the FMA baddies masterplan, what would you have tried to do to stop Father? 

lol I’m 5 feet tall and I’ve never been in a fight in my life, If I tried to stop them, I’d somehow trip and accidentally press the big red button that sets the plan in motion (oh there’s no big red button that does that? surprise, when I’m around, there’s suddenly a big red button that does The Bad Thing(tm) )

 5. Which is your favorite AU? 

Idk, I’m not really into AU’s

6. What fictional character would you have a comfortable silence with? 

Riza. I feel like she’s the type who doesn’t do small talk, but when she gets to know you she starts like, making puns and when she has a topic to talk about, she really gets into it. And she doesn’t seem like the type to be awkward with silence

7. Which fictional character would you introduce to your family? 

Riza. I think she’d have a lot of fun with my family, and I think my family would like her. I would say Olivier, but she doesn’t seem like the ‘meet the parents’ type of person to me

8. Which fictional character deserved better? 

Katara in legend of korra, they really did a horrible job with her character 

9. Which FMA character (assuming they don’t know alchemy, even if they do in canon) would you rather be stuck on an island with? 

OLIVIER MIRA ARMSTRONG 

10. What scene brings a smile to your face each time? 

the EdWin proposal, it’s just so cute, and so awkward, and so appropriate for how Ed/Winry propose to each other

11. FLAIL AND CAPS LOCK SOMETHING, ANYTHING

IDK WHAT TO CAPS LOCK ABOUT. NOW I’M THINKING OF EDWIN SO MAYBE I’LL FANGIRL ABOUT THAT. THEY’RE JUST SO PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER AND THEY’RE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AND BEST FRIENDS AND ARAKAWA WROTE THEIR RELATIONSHIP SO WELL AND IT’S SO SUBTLE AND BUILDS OVER TIME AND THEY’RE SUCH A SUNSHINEY COUPLE AND THEY HAVE SUCH A CUTE LITTLE FAMILY AND I LOVE MY BABIES

if you read this all, you’re my new best friend

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