#I'm so normal about him I swear (this is a straight up lie)

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A sad Nightcrawler is so heartbreaking.

Excalibur (1988) #20

#he's normally so charming and outgoing that when he's upset it really shifts my universe #his hunched shoulders and low tail and bowed head 🥺 #I'm so normal about him I swear (this is a straight up lie) #kurt wagner #nightcrawler #excalibur #marvel #marvel comics #comic series #my post

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en- when their words upset you

a/n: the part two of all members will come out next week since I posted three posts within one week :) also i honestly have no idea how to potray the two biggest rays of sunshine in an angst fic so please don't mind this :,(

rest : pocketz fifaz 02z

sunoo

 “ as if anyone would believe you.”

Since your childhood, you were the rebel kid who would always lie to her parents and friends about so many things - partying outside, hanging out with certain people et cetera. This led you to not develop many deep bonds with people. Your life was absolutely dark, until this huge and cute ray of sunshine came in and changed the whole trajectory of your being - kim sunoo. He was the one who knew that you were more than just a liar and traitor people assumed you to be. The years of mistreatment you got from people and deep down those insecurities which had always eaten you from inside seemed to disappear the moment sunoo walked into your life. Which led you to go blank hearing these words from his mouth.

“ You know I would really like to see you try and win the trust of all the people around you. Since, you had acted like such a headache in your teenage years.” he said, going back to making silly tiktoks for his fan following. 

You knew he meant it as a joke as it is very normal for the both of you to have regular banter exchanged. But maybe, this time you could not take it as a joke. You felt those ingrown doubts getting out from your gut and spreading through your body. 

“Yeah…right…I was…a headache for sure back then.” you let out slowly, taking deep breaths. Not bothering to hear his reply, you quickly got up from the floor, saying in a rushed tone -

“Don't you think the weather today is so hot? I’ll get us some mint choco. Wait here.” saying this you disappeared into the kitchen downstairs, gulping down a big glass of cold water to calm yourself. 

jungwon

 “ What do you know about leading a group anyways?”

You had been chosen as the troop leader for a camping trip your class would be going to for a week. You did not have major doubts on your skills as a leader, being an elder sibling but the problem was your class - the most mischievous and notorious class in your whole batch. If they did not cause any problems today, they would surely cause double the problems tomorrow to make up for tomorrow. The whole school knew it, even the teachers, that this one class was absolutely hopeless when it came to controlling them. Which brings you to your boyfriend, Jungwon - the only person you can get some advice from regarding leading a big group. 

“And you know, there's this guy named Wooyoung and I swear he’s not even human. Like, why would you go around biting people you don’t like?! I’m so scared about what to do with him when I cannot even get into his five metre radius……” and you went on about the different troublemakers and how you think you could handle them for a week, when those words of Jungwon made you pause.

“.....what do you mean not knowing how to lead a group?” you questioned, sitting up straight from your lying position on the bed, feeling irritation creeping up on you.

“No, I mean, I get it. You’re the elder sibling of your house so you kinda have some idea when it comes to handling babies but of course you’re gonna be inexperienced when it comes to leading a big group of grown ass adults.” he said, very casually, continuing to reply to his fans on weverse.

“maybe you should pass on the duty to someone else you know. Someone more capable of being a leader and someone who will be taken seriously by the people.” 

There. The damage was done. 

“So you think I'm some sort of pushover who people don’t take seriously? Huh. I'm starting to doubt if YOU take me seriously or not. All those efforts were for nothing.” 

Saying this you grabbed your hoodie and cellphone, heading towards the door. Ignoring maeumi’s barking, you went out - jungwon’s words replaying in your head making you breathe a sigh and look up towards the trees swaying furiously in the wind, indicating it was going to rain soon. 

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#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen fics #enhypen drabbles #enhypen imagines #enhypen sunoo #enhypen jungwon #yang jungwon #kim sunoo #kpop fics #kpop angst #angst

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Tonight I wish I was your girl

Pairing: Matty x Reader Warnings: smut (praise kink, choking, unprotected sex) Disclaimer: Ok, so I literally had a dream about this and then decided to write it down and make it a fic. I swear, I'm not weird, I just tried to put the pictures from my dream into words. Also, in my dream Matty was sitting in the pub with Pete Doherty (who had "Fuck" tattooed on his forehead (??) and Zane Lowe but there was no scenario on earth that I could come up with that made that believable in any way so I took that out. (Fun fact: in my dream I did something my anxious ass would never do and just went up to Zane Lowe, ignoring everyone, and just asked "are you interviewing them or just having a conversation? I'm just asking because I love The Libertines (a lie) and the... the... The Matty Band" and he was just like "who are you I'm not interviewing anyone, this is rude"). Also my dream ended when they arrived at the house so the rest is made up.

2.6k words and I didn't proofread any of them.

It was probably a pathetic Idea but your intuition told you to get on a train and head to Wilmslow on Christmas Eve.

Your plans of spending Christmas had fallen flat because large parts of your family had contracted Covid and wanted to stay by themselves to not spread the disease. In a desperate attempt to not feel lonely, you looked up train connections to any of your friends houses that might take you in for Christmas, but there really was only one person you really wanted to see.

Two hours and seventeen minutes and you'd be in Wilmslow via Stockport. You booked the connection without thinking twice. It was only when you were actually sitting in the Avanti West Coast Train to Manchester Piccadilly at Euston station that you thought about how crazy your actions were. They were the actions of a desperate idiot in love. There was no denying you were in love with Matty but there was a great chance that to him you were probably just a friend. Just as you decided that this was a bad idea and you should go home now, the train started to move.

After a short panic attack and contemplating whether or not using the emergency break was warranted in this situation you decided to just text Matty.

You: Hey, are you having a nice time in Wilmslow?

Matty: Yeah. Well, it's family, love them but it can be a lot at once. Might head to the pub tonight to catch up with some old friends. What are you up to?

You: Nothing really. Since Christmas is cancelled this year, I'll just... improvise. Your plan sounds nice, though.

Matty: Yeah, something's missing though, to be honest. Or someone.

You just assumed he was talking about his grandma or a different family member and didn’t give it a second thought.

Me: Hope you have a great time nonetheless :)

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You arrived in Wilmslow in the afternoon. On the train you had decided that once you arrived you'd walk around town a bit and then to get the next train home again because surprising your crush on Christmas Eve in his hometown is not the thing a normal person would do and you were definitely a very normal person and not at all a stalker.

You got out of wilmslow station and started to just walk straight ahead and see where the road would take you. You walked past parks and restaurants and shops that looked lovely but were mostly closed. Eventually the area became more residential and you couldn't help but notice that you tried to look into the windows of the houses in search of Matty. Right, that's it. It's getting dark and this is ridiculous you scolded yourself as you turned around to head back to the station.

As you walked by The Brewhouse and Kitchen you decided to get something to eat before heading back to London. The pub was crowded as you walked in. No wonder, it was one of the very few pubs that was open.

You looked around for a table to sit at when you spot Matty. You stare at him in shock. He's actually here. He sat in a corner booth with two other guys and had yet to notice you. Just as you were thinking about how you could make your way out of this scenario, Matty turned his head and looked right at you. You were fucked. There was no denying you were here now. His eyes grew wide and he stared at you with raised eyebrows. Right, this was definitely a mistake you thought but Matty waved you over to them excitedly.

When you didn't move because you were too embarrassed to do anything, Matty got up and made his way over to you. "Hii, darling, what are you doing here?" he asks excitedly. You couldn't answer. How do you tell someone that your family cancelled christmas, you were lonely and decided to go to the other person's hometown without telling them a word about it? Instead you just went up to him and hugged him. His arms enveloped you in one of his strong and warm hugs and it felt so incredibly good to be near him. "Surprise" you mumble into his chest. "Surprise indeed" he laughed. "It's so nice to see you. Come, sit with us." He lead you back to the table he shared with his mates.

After introducing you as his good friend and ordering your drink, Matty couldn't sit still. He was fumbling with either his glass, the table decorations or his fingernails until you decided to just take one of his hands in yours. An intimate gesture, you were aware of that, but it felt right and trusting your intuition was what helped you get here in the first place. Matty just looked at you with pure adoration and love as you felt him physically relax a bit.

After two more rounds of drinks, everybody decided to call it a night. You paid and made your way out of the pub where you said goodbye to Matty's mates. When they were gone, there was a brief silence between you until Matty spoke with the usual unserious tone: "You're so weird for coming to Wilmslow. How did you know where to find me?" "I didn't. I just walked around and... dunno" "I love that you're here. Come home with me?" "What and crash your familiy's Christmas, definitely not!" "Please? I can't let you take the train at this hour, it's dangerous!" we both know that's a lie "Also, what's waiting for you back in London? Please stay, my family won't mind, we're a pile of patchwork anyways" You looked at him and saw that he was actually excited about the idea. You just kept looking, noticing the light stubble on his face, the grey strands of hair at his temples, the eyebrows raised in anticipation and his lips. These fucking lips. You took your hand and raked your fingers through his hair. His eyes fluttered shut in enjoyment, a dopey smile forming on his lips. You decided then and there that you couldn't take it anymore. You could not go another second without knowing how his lips felt on yours, so you went up on your tiptoes, your hand anchored at the back of his head and crushed your lips to his. His hands came up to cup your face and you felt him reciprocating and deepening the kiss.

Your ears were ringing and your body felt like it was on fire. There's nothing else that mattered in that moment other than his lips on yours. After a few seconds you break the kiss and just smile. He's the first one to speak: "So it's settled then?"

You don't know if he meant the months of pining after each other or the question whether you'd stay or not but to both you just grinned and nodded.

He takes your hand and starts walking. It wasn't awkward, it was exciting. There was a lot of giggling and stopping randomly to snog on the way home but eventually Matty pointed to a house and said "that's us" as if you had always been a part of this and there had never not been an us.

Before putting his keys into the door he stops for a second and goes "Oh fuck, I'm sharing a room with my brother". You looked at him questioningly but he just continued "We have to be quiet, everybody's asleep". He opened the door and once you were inside he was on you, kissing your mouth, your jaw, a line down your throat to your collar bone. You couldn't help but let out an obscene moan and suddenly Matty stopped. He was looking at you with big eyes, raised eyebrows and a finger over his mouth that was curled into a smile, signaling to be quiet. "Sorry, sorry, fuck" you whispered with a giggle.

"Let's take the couch and figure something out in the morning" he suggested. "I can just take the couch and you sleep in your normal bed" "Baby, do you seriously think I will let you sleep alone tonight? Let alone on the couch in a house where nobody knows you are even there? If you'll have me, of course" "I really don't want to be alone, thank you" He smiled at that and kissed your lips again. So soft and so gentle.

Matty lead you into the living room and closed the door after you. The couch looked comfy, a suspicion that was confirmed when you plopped down on it. Matty laid down on his side behind you, opening his arms signaling you to lie down too. When you relaxed into his embrace as the little spoon, you felt all the anxiety and doubt and all the bad feelings leaving you. Feeling Matty's embrace made you feel invincible.

The position also let you feel something else which was the bulge in his pants that was growing and pulsing against your ass. You felt proud that you had this effect on him and so you took his hand that was resting on your hand in front of you and placed it on your lower belly, pushing it further down, all while moving your hips back into his growing hard-on. Matty let out a small groan "baby, we can't, they could hear us" "Please, Matty! I need you" you whispered, sounding incredibly needy. His hands slid under the elastic of your leggings and your underwear. "You need to be really really quiet" he warned and you believed him. His hand in your underwear spread your folds and slid through them, gathering some of the slick that had accumulated there. "Fuuuck, baby, you're so wet. Look at that, so so needy for me" he whispered, at which you just nodded. You needed him, you wanted him. You were so horny and needed some of that feeling to be released. He slipped two fingers inside and immediately started to fuck you with them. The room stayed silent except for the squelching sound of his fingers in your wetness and some heavy breathing. His movements were unrelenting. In a normal situation you would've screamed by now but you were biting your knuckles in hopes of staying silent while your orgasm was fast approaching. "Will you come for me baby, hm? Come on my fingers like the needy little thing you are?" at which you just managed to nod. Your orgasm hit you and you almost choked on the moan that was threatening to escape your throat as your walls clenched around Matty's fingers.

"That's it, baby. You did so well, staying silent." he whispered, kissing your shoulder between each sentence and you knew then and there that you couldn't go to sleep now. You kept grinding your ass against his boner and soon enough he knew what you wanted. "Fuck, baby, I can't fuck you, I won't be able to keep quiet" he whispers in your ear. "That's not fair, I need you to fill me. I feel so empty" you pouted while sliding your underwear and leggings off your legs. You kept grinding your naked ass into his boner until he was out of patience. Annoyed he kicked off his trousers and boxer shorts, flipped you on your belly and and angrily whispered in your ear "I swear to god if you make one sound this will have been the first and last time" before he lined up his cock with your entrance and started pushing inside.

The intrusion of his cock in your pussy felt divine. He was bigger than you were used to, plus you were lying on your belly which emphasised the sensation. "Oh baby, do I need to rearrange your insides to make some room for myself?" he cooed while relentlessly pushing inside you. "you're so tight, fucking hell". He stopped for a second as he buttomed out. "You alright?" "Yes, yes" you nodded.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful" he said as he pulled out until only his tip was still buried in your pussy and then slammed inside again. The slap of his pelvis against my ass rang out through the otherwise silent room. You weren't sure if you could take a pounding like that without anything to muffle your sounds so you grabbed a pillow off the couch and bit down into it but Matty wouldn't have it. He grabbed the pillow and threw it away. "You wanted this, remember? You're gonna take it and you're gonna be nice and quiet" and with that he started to fuck you in an unforgiving pace. When you were close again, you couldn't help but let out the tiniest whimper. In response Matty's hand came up to your throat and squeezed. That's what did it for you and you came on his cock, any cries that could have existed got muffled by the chokehold on your neck. "Baby, it feels so good when you come on my cock. Like you were made for taking it deep in your pussy." Your head was dizzy from the orgasm, the restricted blood flow and the praise. How did he know about your praise kink? "Can you come a third time tonight, hm?" he whispered at which you just nodded. "Oh baby, I'm gonna have to hear words, how else can I be sure?" "Please, yes" is all you managed to choke out, not able to form coherent sentences. It's all that Matty needed to hear. "On all fours, come on" he directed you to your knees and then started pounding you again. In this position he was able to fuck you incredibly deeper. His cock hit your cervix and the jolt of light pain that this stimulation triggered was making you lightheaded again. You felt so full, so incredibly, wonderfully full. When Matty's hand came round to your clit to help that promised third orgasm along you knew he had to be be close himself. "Come on, baby, come for me. Come on my cock" he was drawing quick circles with his fingers on your clit. Suddenly you could feel him spilling his cum inside you and it all became too much. You let out an overstimulated cry as you came a third time.

Matty stilled, cock still inside you and you didn't dare to make a movement or a sound. Fuck, did anybody hear you? You stayed like this for a few moments and when neither of you could hear anything in the house, Matty pulled out of you. You let out a shaky breath at the feeling of the unwelcome emptiness. You stood up, bit shaky on your legs and faced Matty with an absolutely blissful smile on your lips. "Thank you", you whispered and kissed him at which Matty just chuckled "I don't think anybody ever thanked me after fucking them" "Well that's just rude, isn't it?" you laughed and kissed him again. When you were able to feel his cum running down your legs, you asked for the toilet. You cleaned yourself up, thanked your past self for getting that IUD and went back to the living room. Matty was lying on the couch again, waiting for you to slot into position as his little spoon. You happily obliged and made yourself comfortable in his arms. "What will you tell your family tomorrow?" "That my new girlfriend surprised me in town, came home with me and saw a ghost, obviously" "Obviously" You had to laugh at that.

"I'm glad you're here. I was missing you like crazy" he confessed and kissed your neck. "I'm glad, too" you whisper. Once you were able to hear a light snore behind you, you added "I love you".

#matty fic #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy #the1975fanfic #matty healy x oc #matty healy x reader

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i'm so normal. can i request a part 2 to the knives/reader soulmate au? im just so curious how it'd go, hdjdjnd

Authors Note: Non-Normal Knives kisser spotted.

Kidding! yes of course I shall make you a pt.2 (guys am I the Trigun Soulmate guy now? I'm not complaining it's just a bit funny to me, let me infect you with Trigun soulmate au now...)

*Not NSFW but a slightly "spicy" scene at the end (jesus I'm old do people still say spicy unironically? guys I mean it ironically I swear-)*

Read Part 1 Here!

Knives X Reader Soulmate AU Pt.2

•It's a painstaking process, both literally and metaphorically, as Knives recovers

•You feel awful. Your body vaguely burns everywhere, Knives is incapacitated, and the fact it's Legato who sits like a hawk watching over the two of you not yet trusting of your intentions doesn't exactly ease any of your stress

•It's a bit tedious dodging the blue haired mans constant questioning not quite ready to say "hey you know the most feared man in all of Gunsmoke who hates the idea of soulmates is actually my soulmate?" yeah sounds awful.

•So you sit dutifully day and night rewrapping wounds and running your fingers through Knives's hair appreciating that he at least seems to heal much quicker than humans do so hopefully this aching burn will subside quickly

•When he finally wakes up it's, of course, the one time you leave the room to go get something to eat. You almost imagine the dammed plant planned this even though you know it's not the case

•You stand in the door way...saying nothing. The two of you had become close before, was close the right word? but now you felt awkward and out of place watching Knives' cold blue eyes stare a hole into you

"Legato says you haven't left my side" he says, it's more of a statement than a question but you'll bite

"Yes." You say simply, not making a move as if dealing with a wild animal that's ready to pounce

"Why?" He's searching you as if looking for something or...no he's watching you like he's waiting to catch you in a lie

"I think you already know" Is all you can manage. You stay still, waiting for sharpness of metal, you just hope it'll be quick. You weren't stupid, you knew Knives didn't want a soulmate, so there wasn't much to do than to accept the fate the universe had laid out for you. You close you eyes and wait....and wait....and- wasn't he going to kill you?

You peek your eyes open to see Knives watching you with a furrowed brow. You have to admit he looks oddly cute like this despite the fact your life is most certainly in danger.

He stares, as if perplexed by you then scoffs

"This is ridiculous. I'd never be bound to a human like you" he states, you just nod not sure what to do until he sits up straight in bed

"Come, inform me of what's happened while I was asleep"

You aren't stupid enough to try and push the matter or point out the fact he was a little worse off than "asleep" so you just sit on the side of the bed with him, giving him what little information you know.

•After that he begins to talk about his new plans. You listen intently, letting him ramble on about this new era he's planning to usher in

•and if he begins to stray from the topic, if he begins to go on about the Ja'lai incident, or about how he really thought Vash would understand...don't bring any attention to it, your slowly beginning to understand there's a reason he trust you with these things even if he won't say it out loud

•Speaking of which...he won't say anything about the "soulmate" matter out loud. Not now anyways, not yet. He's not sure why but...he can't bring himself to kill you and it scares him. He isn't used to sparing lives besides his brothers and even then his forms of punishment are a lot more severe than what he's willing to do to you

•Not that he didn't contemplate taking a limb or letting you see how sharp his knives can really be but there'd be no point really he'd only be hurting himself (at least that's what he tells himself)

•He's also...a bit protective of you now. Even though he still refuses to say to anyone, including you, that you're his soulmate he does make vague mentions of it when you try to leave and he says something along the lines of

"No you can't leave. If you were to get hurt it'd be inefficient for me"

•(aw he likes you!)

•He begrudgingly lets you begin working again because there was a reason he allowed you to stay with his team in the first place, although if his hovering around your work place was bad before it's 10x worse now

•You are met with the sight of his chest every time you turn around and you have to shyly look up to the piercing gaze that's trained on you like a predator

•eventually you get him to back up a little bit by telling him if you spill any chemicals on him it'll just burn the both of you although he still stands in the corner watching your every move

•In all...don't expect him to be all lovely dovey...yet. Although...

You stand absent mindedly as you look over your work. This formula was driving you nuts and the constant feeling of being watched wasn't exactly helping. You lean down placing your hands on the table scanning over the papers messily sprawled over your desk when you feel a strong pair of hands at your hips.

It takes everything in you not to yelp, only for that feeling to turn into you trying not to moan when teeth nip at the shell of your ear. Knives body is pressed against your back, strong and solid, god you were either touch starved or the soulmate connection was doing wonders because he'd barley even touched you and you felt like you were unraveling. He pushes you forwards slightly forcing you to hold your most your weigh with your arms as you shudder. He's trapping you against the table, mouth trailing down to harshly nip along your throat, right hand running up your side and his left hand is moving to-

he pulls away.

You're breathless. You glance up at him, and if the amused smirk on his face is anything to go by, you look like just as much of a mess as you feel.

"I fixed your formula for you"

you glance down and sure enough...the numbers you had been mulling over all day had been fixed in the matter of...minutes? Seconds?

You watch dumbfounded as Knives strolls away as if nothing happened, even thought the blush painting your face and the bruises beginning to blossom against your neck are more than enough proof

•That's the thing, the universe never prepares you for your soulmate being an asshole. That's okay though, two can play at that game.

#knives x reader #knives x you #trigun x reader #soulmate au

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So, this is the first part. It's the first time I write something so long, especially in English. It's not my first language so be nice ahah.

TW: swearing cursing bad words. I'm serious, I don't want to be responsible for you, kids, swearing. Also it's kind of sad. So don't read it if you don't like sad things. :(

--------- Roots of your problems : part 1

- Is it painful?

- What? To marry?

He chuckled loudly, yet he silenced himself fastly, as if it helped for her not to get offended by her little stupid question. But she felt so stupid for asking that to him. How could someone who’s never been married tell her how is that to be married? Well, atleast that's what Clef always said. ”I've never been married”. Alto lies a lot. Like, all of her childhood he used to lie, and lie, but somehow she doesn't think that it's one of his lies. How can a man like him lie about being married? He doesn't look like he has a wife or kids at all. And Marzia felt an embarrassment by asking something so stupid from a man who aren't even able to fall in love (at least that's what she thought about him and that's what she said to her)

And she was twelve once. She doesn’t go to school. When your adoptive parent works for a super-top-secret organisation and your sibling starts college to get a job at the same organisation it’s not like you have time or an opportunity to live a normal life. To be honest, it was ok for her to get an education at home. Marzia never liked other people, it was tiring to even be at the same room (it wasn’t the same with Michelle or Alto. Maybe it's because they’re not, exactly, ”people”?). People are gross. They're loud, they're stupid, they're nosy and Marzia didn't like them at all. Some of them were tolerable enough, like Glass. Their visits were long and she got used to him.

- She needs to socialise. You know how is it important for her age…Michelle, you have to…

- I know that. You see, she doesn't want to. She doesn't even pay attention to me, it's like I'm dead to her. I'm so, so fucking tired.

No. No, that's not true, she doesn't see him dead. Why did he say that? Maybe that's because she doesn't notice him sometimes? But that's not on purpose, that's just how her brain works, that's it. Sometimes it's just hard to talk, but he is dear to her. If only she was able to tell, things would be easier.

When she turned eighteen, she realised, that it's hard to find friends in the Foundation. Marzia didn't have even one, but somehow, she ended up in a group of pathologists. That's how she met Clem, who just got out of college straight to the Foundation. She was older, she was fun and she was like a star. Like a sun, but Marzia is nothing but a moon. She's not even a fucking planet, she doesn't deserve any of her warmth, but yet, somehow, she's here for her. So they're friends, for the first time Marzia had a friend who wasn't looking at her like she was a burden.

Oh, how she tried to shapeshift. She had a great example to follow, it was easy to pretend to be someone she wasn't. She tried to wear makeup and bright, extravagant clothes, she was unhinged, she was loud and sometimes it was too much of her in the room and she felt embarrassment when her laugh was just a bit, just a bit off. It’s like she was laughing a little bit longer and louder and somehow, she found herself crying while laughing. Because she couldn’t stop. She was trying, but she was laughing and laughing while tears are rolling down her cheeks.

And Marzia, stupid, little Marzia, Marzia with no friends at the age of eighteen, Marzia with no goals for the future, Marzia, who's life for the next fifty years is gonna be this stupid, concrete base, dusty shelves full of books and articles and paragraphs she'll never be able to understand, she was so lucky to have someone at her side, to have a person, the only person in the whole world who LOVES her and doesn't even wait to be loved back. And she was grateful, and she was trying so much to not be this stupid, little Marzia with her stupid socialising problems.

And they're sitting in front of fireplace. It's almost midnight and Clef and Michelle are already sleeping in their rooms. Clef doesn't like Clementine, neither does Michelle, but still, he allowed them to have a sleepover, and they're talking till the midnight and they're laughing and hushing at each other and Marzia knows that Clef is not sleeping. He's waiting. It's like he felt all this shit that was hiding inside Clem, he knew it. He felt it. But Marzia didn't care at all, he can think what he wants, she liked her. Even if she's evil. Even if they're doomed as a couple, and it won't be the last time it happened to Marzia.

- I want to show you something. Can I...uhh...trust you? Can I?

Clem nodded without saying a word. Her dark brown eyes reflected gold from a fire next to her. She was in flame herself, she was that flame from a fireplace. The only one who understands her. Her only friend. Her lover. And her eyes got wider as something tickled her ear as Marzia tucked hair behind it. Marzia handed her a flower. And Clementine knew about Michelle. She knew everything about her family, everyone did. And her face acquired a grimace of regret. She stood up immediately.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I can't. I don't want to...Shit, why did you do that to me? You know how complicated it's gonna be. I thought you aren't...you can't...warp...- She got silent, pursing her lips. And Marzia knew, she wasn't able to deal with a reality bender. She didn't want to have problems, to be in danger and to have her family and her friends in danger. And more, she didn't love Marzia back. She liked her, yes, but she didn't love her.

- I'm sorry. I'll call a taxi.

And Marzia is looking at her. And a big, painful lump got stuck in her throat.

- Marzia.

- Yes?

She was hoping so much that she'll change her mind.

- I won't discuss it ever again. And I don't want to talk again. Please, leave me alone, ok?

The door closed.

And the first abnormal spot ended, pulling her out of her own memories.

Now Layla is here.

- We got everything we wanted. Let's get out of here.

#scp fandom #scp #scp foundation #my ocs #oc #oc art #oc artwork #oc fanfiction #dr alto clef(mentioned) #this was hard uhhh #ah yes doomed lesbians

[uchihakeimei]

The simp-ification of Kaisagi is my 13th reason, I'm not even gonna lie chief. Why, whyyy are most Kiis fics like that. Why is Isagi always the poor submissive uke who cries and begs, like, have you seen THEM?? Are y'all sure that any of them would be screaming and crying?? Let's be real, if Isagi saw Kaiser choking himself he would lend a helping hand 😭 God they're so amazing. And crazy. And sick. And batshit insane. I love them a normal amount, I swear-

And I love red-flag-Kaiser. Him being a total asshole, the master of gaslightining, of poor excuses and ghosting. The dude does NOT know how to handle a healthy relationship. He would go crazy if Isagi ever tried to ghost him for a whole day, though. Like, the nerve.

I'm absolutely living for the current Kaiser, crumbling and falling into desperation. I need to see him at his lowest, where not even Ness can help him up. I need to see Isagi step on him and rise. Yet I don't know how this will conciliate with my desire to see PXG win… My boy Rin needs to step on both of them and take his rightful crown. Ugh, I just love all of them. Can't both teams win?? Ego can change football rules, right??

(You brought up two ships that I absolutely despise too, NaruHina and SasuSaku. I barely consider them canon since it's just a poor attempt of catering to heteronormativity. To me they don't even exist. Yes, I do dislike Kainess, but not this much, at least it makes sense somehow. But Kishimoto straight up decided to pull these two ships out of his sorry ass lmfao) I sure would love to say that I miss Naruto, but then I end up remembering that shitty ending and the nostalgia fades… I do really miss its villains though!

Facts, sister.

I have never really understood the attraction in one person of a pairing being absolutely down bad for the other- like, is it really fun when it's so one sided?

In some fics, you can just see the author bias, like its so blatant- one partner is absolutely on their knees for the other.

(Although, I don't exactly mind if it's a pwp, iykwim, it's okay if that's Isagi's kink, no kinkshaming here ;p

Is it unrealistic? Possibly.

Is it kinda hot? Yes)

What really grinds my gears are the character driven fics in which none of them are actually in character.

I see this a lot in Victuuri fics too- some make Yuuri a total BAMF Badass and Victor's completely down bad for him- to the point that Victor's always the one apologising, no matter if Yuuri is in the wrong too.

Kaiser and his everything- character style, arc, personality- is so delicious, I just wanna gobble him up lol

If only everyone could win in a football match... (Ego make it happen please)

NaruHina and SasuSaku... I could rant about these two ships and the travesty that was the ending all day.

Hinata and Sakura and their obsession over those two was so pathetic. The fact that the boys were given to them as reward for persevering in their love makes me want to kill something. And everything after the war arc ended was a way rapidly drive off all the fans of the series.

Like, even if you somehow look past their shitty marriages of convenience and the sheer insult that was The Last, what the fuck was that Hokage Inauguration episode. The sheer anger I feel at the thought of that episode and the fact that people defend that bullshit is going to make me end up at the therapist. Naruto not getting to attend his own inauguration as Hokage was a garbage joke and nothing and no one will ever convince me otherwise.

Sasuke and Naruto deserved to end up together- and no, them being spirit brothers is a garbage reason to not ship them because it's not even fucking true. Transmigration and reincarnation are not synonyms, people.

Personally, I think Kishimoto also wanted them to end up together, but he wasn't allowed to do that. The official art is so couple-y, it's not even subtle. To say nothing of what he wrote in his own series.

Indeed KaiNess makes a hell of a lot more sense then SasuSaku and NaruHina. Atleast Kaiser and Ness are friends- toxic yes, but still friends.

#bllk #isagi yoichi #michael kaiser #blue lock #kaisagi #kiis #bluelock #blue lock manga #yuri on ice #katsuki yuuri #victor nikiforov #naruto #naruto uzumaki #sasuke uchiha #anti sasusaku #anti naruhina #anti naruto ending #kainess #saijouno

[haleigh-sloth]

The one thing that most of the LOV are in common: An bunch of unreliable narrators who continually lie to themselves and delude themselves repeatedly.

Touya: I want to destroy everything my dad cares about including my family to prove that I existed

Also Touya: *cries about his family on two separate occasions when nobody else is around and also cries on the inside when Shouto stopped him without killing him*

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Tomura: I killed my family because I wanted to and was born to do that and am only capable of killing and I also want to destroy everything that led to me killing the family that I totally 100% wanted to kill haha

Also Tomura: *crying on the inside, upset at the unfairness of not being saved (despite thinking not being saved was punishment for killing his family???), questions Izuku's motives because he's suspicious that he wants to save him*

Tomura again: I totally wanted to kill my sister and mom and grandparents and dad hahaha it didn't bother me at all I was born to destroy

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Toga: I'm not miserable at all, the way I'm living IS my normal and I'm going to live MY NORMAL WAY

Also Toga: *chases UA kids every opportunity to ask if they'd kill her if given the chance, cries when they don't straight up say no, chases them AGAIN to ask them AGAIN, has a mental break down over not being able to turn into her friends because it means she doesn't want to be them which means she has to face that fact that even though she loves her friends she's still been miserable and unhappy the whole time*

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Spinner: I just want to follow this person into whatever miserable future he swears he'll provide

Also Spinner: *feels so elated by the idea of people looking up to him and following him because it made him feel like somebody*

Spinner: *the second he realizes he lost his following just immediately goes back to telling himself all he wants is to follow someone else's miserable shadow because that's all he thinks he's capable of doing as an individual*

Yeah they're all the worst lol

#the worst (affectionate) #love them #10/10 #league of villains #shigaraki tomura #shimura tenko #toga himiko #todoroki touya #bnha spinner #anonymous #bnha asks

[legacyshenanigans]

Guess who's here again B!!....At this point I should rename myself to #1 Rominis fan, I swear the amount of times I've asked you about them feels criminal.... I'm so sorry if y'all are done with my simping for these two you especially B, plese tell me straight away if you ever get tired of me asking for them 😖😖😖

Now If you're still not tired of me here's what I've got for you today:

Does Rowan ever get nightmares about the night he lost his parents and his entire community? I feel like this could also make a really sweet Rominis interaction, Rowan having a pretty nasty nightmare and Omi comforting him....🥺🐺🐍❤️

Today I've only got this one because like I wrote in the beginning I'm really starting to feel bad for constantly asking about them.

If you still don't mind my asks I love you guys and you B especially thank you so much for constantly making my days better with each post you make (even the traumatising ones🤣❤️) your an absolute tresure of the HL community and I'm so glad I found you ❤️❤️✨✨

Have a pleasant evening and hopefully some normal sleep, as always your little Dragon friend 🐲🏔️💚

Lil Dragon! Stop it! I dont mind your asks you can always send them in, I do the asks I wanna do, I thus far, I really enjoy the things you send my way! Even if they're always Rominis, which I dont mind! 💚 this is also the perfect ask for me to possibly add on to the other ask you sent me which I did before, "has Rowan ever lost control" I could blend that into this one in a way :)

And thank you so so much for saying that 💜 makes it all worth it to know my stuff is enjoyed, and it makes me REALLY happy to hear that stuff, can't lie, 🥹

Big love to you 😘💜

Nightmares 🐺

Ominis stirred and turned in his bed one evening, feeling movement and noise from Rowan, he had a look of slight confusion on his face, hearing Rowan aggressively growling and snarling as he began to thrash on the sheets, Ominis reached over touching him, though he was a little frightened.

Ominis: Rowan?!

Rowan suddenly burst into his werewolf form, not knowing for a moment where he was, his mind clouded by his night terror, he reached out and gripped Ominis's throat, letting out an aggressive deep growl, his fangs inches away from Ominis's face. He was suddenly brought back to consciousness, seeing what he was doing, and Ominis looking terrified.

Ominis: R-Rowan?...

Rowan: *turns back into his human form, looking horrified himself for a moment* Ominis..Oh god *let's go of his throat* I..Shit..I'm so sorry *sits up properly on the bed, looking at Ominis and strokes his hair*

Ominis touched his own neck, feeling the deep imprint of Rowans claws at the side.

Rowan: I'm so so sorry..I..Urgh!

Ominis: Shh shh shh, its OK.. Its not your fault..Did you have a nightmare or something?

Rowan: ....Yeah..Been a while...It was..My family.. my community.. The night they all died, it was like I was there again.. Reliving it...I'm sorry..

Ominis: Stop apologising..Come here *holds open his arms*

Rowan: *deep sigh as he leans into Ominis*

Ominis: *stroking Rowans head gently*

Rowan: *feels Ominis's neck softly* I'm sor-

Ominis: Shhhhhhh. *continues to comfort Rowan*

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#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt headcanon #ominis x rowan #rominis #rowan the wolf

[gumilac]

⁍ pairings. childe x reader

⁍ genre. modern/university au, mutual pining, fluff, angst if you squint, childe is called ajax

⁍ warnings. food, swearings, scaramouche /j

aki's notes. this man has been on my mind– i feel like im cheating on albedo w how much i think of the ginger 😭 also, why are stuff so expensive genshin?!

"well, that was a great meal."

childe leans back on his chair, stretching his obnoxiously long legs, that his shoes almost brush your calves. ignoring the way your stomach did a little flip at the miniscule contact, you lean forward, resting your elbows on the table.

"yeah, what i had was amazing."

childe hums and smiles, "it was, i'm so glad i took a bite."

"you'd might as well eaten the whole thing!"

"my bad," he lightly chuckles, raising his hand to signal for a waiter, "it was too good not to get a second bite."

"four bites," you corrected and he gave you a cheeky grin. the waiter arrives with the bill, handing it over to him. childe scans the receipt, barely reading the contents when he fishes out his wallet, ready to pull out his card when you–

"i'll pay," you grab the booklet from him, looking at the price and ... archons, what were you eating?

"150,890 mora..."

childe tilts his head when you look up to meet his azure eyes. he looks at you innocently, like the price wasn't worth a new apartment.

"yeah, that's the normal price here," he says casually, and you force a sweet smile, as the thought of paying will burn an enormous hole in your wallet. but, you have to.

"i can pay," closing the booklet and placing it on the table. which was a mistake because childe shakes his head and clicks his tongue, firmly saying, "i'll pay." before grabbing the cheque from you.

"ajax, it's fine, i'll pay."

you reach over to the table but he has already slipped in his card and swiftly handed it to a waiter walking by. you groan, all attempts of paying the bill turned futile. slumping back on your chair, you frown at him.

"i told you i'd pay..."

he laughs and leans forward, readjusting the watch that was on his wrist, "look, as much as i appreciate you offering, i did tell you this was my treat."

"but–"

"ah, ah, no buts," he reclines back in his seat and crosses his arms, a hand waving you off dismissively, "it was my treat. no room for discussion."

a huff leaves your mouth, and childe observes you from where he sits. your shoulders are slumped, eyes refusing to meet his, and a small pout found its way on your lips. sighing, childe smoothly takes the chair on your right.

quietly, he dips his head down to meet your eyes, or at least tries to, "please don't beat yourself about it."

looking up, your met with azure eyes filled with concern and furrowed brows. swallowing the lump in your throat, you sit up straight, and his eyes follow you.

"i'm not?"

childe gives you a look that tells you he's not convinced. he had always knew you a litte too well. blowing the hair that fell into his eyes — a habit you found so adorable — childe nods his head at the waiter. a nonverbal communication that tells him to leave the booklet on the table. he reaches over and grabs his card, before setting his eyes on you.

"it is, love," placing his card back in his wallet, "it's written all over your face."

your heart skips a beat. stupid nickname. and, it took everything not to let that same feeling that bloomed in your chest whenever he touches you, spread out on your cheeks as he casually drops the petname.

looking away, gathering your things, as you force a big smile when you look at him. and, he sighs once more.

"i don't feel bad," you lie and sat up straight, "now c'mon."

but as if he can read your thoughts, childe attempts to blow away your worries — which, he does an awesome job of doing, by the way. not that you'll ever tell him. not yet.

"i know that's not true," he quietly says, his eyes serious. he honestly does not know how to convince you right away, or fully, but he tries. he always will. your face slowly drops, as he caught you once again in your lies.

"but, there is absolutely nothing wrong. it is not a crime if you let me pay," his voice is so uncharacteristically soft, but at the same time it's not. because it's the same one he uses when he comforts his younger siblings. perhaps, that's the reason why he's so good at calming down your inner-child. with years of experience, he always knew what to say.

"so, don't ever feel bad when i treat you out. it's my choice to do so and i am more than happy to. so, you're not using me, okay?"

looking down at your lap, you quietly say, "okay... thank you."

while he does feel like you believe him, there's still that lingering feeling of reluctance. maybe he hasn't convinced you fully, but one day. one day he'll reach you.

he then decides that you two reach a compromise. to at least ease that guilt on your heart, until it won't be there to linger anymore.

"if it makes you feel any better," he starts slowly, "then fine. you can buy me anything."

you face lights up, a smile on your lips, that immediately transplanted itself onto his face too. leaning forward, his breath hitches at the sudden proximity, but he quickly brushes it off as he grins.

"really? what do you want then?"

squinting his eyes, he places a finger on his chin to further express his thinking, "hmm, lets see..."

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the initial excitement of getting to buy something for him dissipates, like the bubbles of a reclining shore. you deflate, cringing inwardly.

"you want ... ice cream?"

you slowly look at him, and he turns to you, a triumphant smile as he puffs out his chest a little, "yes."

"just ice cream?"

"anything wrong with that?" he says and you shake your head, huffing a little bit, "not really, but like you paid a meal worth a hundred... more, actually."

he nods his head, looking at you a little funny, as if not quite getting the point you intend to convey — which, to be fair. he does not.

you sigh, gesturing at the direction of the restaurant where you came from, "surely you'd want something more to that level, or price range. i don't know, like a watch? a new bag?"

his eyebrows raise, and chuckles, almost folding over himself that you had to watch him for a good minute or so before he finally straightens up again. tears pickling his eyes.

"oh, i may be financially well, but i am not stuck up or spoiled, darling."

seriously? again?

"money isn't everything to me, nor are the differences in the prices that we pay."

"ice cream is just fine," he says genuinely, finally easing the last of your gnawing worries, "perfect, actually."

and it is, he's happy with whatever you have to offer. honestly, just being around you is enough to pay a meal worth a new apartment. or a car, if you're lucky.

looking at childe, then at the shop, then back at him, you sigh. if he insists — which he will, knowing him — you smile up at him then tugged at his sleeve, bringing him over the array of ice creams.

"okay then," you beam up at him, and it took everything in him not to place a kiss on your face. maybe soon, just not yet.

he still has to make sure you felt the same way. he already has that 99.9% chance, but he wants the 1% just to be sure. because he's selfish, a little too much when it comes to you.

— ; next day.

"HE JUST LET YOU BUY ICE CREAM?" he slams the surface, the trays clattering that it sends food flying to litter the table.

"yes...?"

your friend, scaramouche — at least that's what he tells people to call him. his real name is actually better than his silly alias — runs an exasperated hand across his face before looking at you.

"I HAD TO BUY HIM A NEW BAG!! THAT DIRTY LITTLE–"

"you did?" your mouth falls agape, before a confused expression falls on your face, "he said it was okay..."

"YES, BUT–" scaramouche gives up at whatever he wanted to point out. the stupid ginger he wants to argue with isn't even here in the first place. "that asshole. he likes you for sure."

you look up, heat flooding your cheeks a little, "he does?"

"yes, he doe– why're you all heart eyes?" he looks at you disgusted, "oh no ... don't tell me you like him too?"

"maybe ..." you bite your lip, a small smile spreading on your face, "maybe, i actually do."

quite near you, something crashes in the cafeteria, the same time you let out the whispered confession. it's as if the subject of this conversation was eavesdropping.

sure enough, behind a pillar, childe suppresses the big grin on his face as he overhears your conversation. his chest is hammering, the blush in his cheeks deepening.

and, as if for the first time, this feeling right now as he ruffles his hair, leaning on the pillar. would be exactly like that day he won first place in archery, for the harbingers — the school's official sports team — but even better.

after years of pining, it finally seems like he got his 1%.

#✑ commisions #childe x reader #childe x you #ajax x reader #ajax x you #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia x you #childe #childe genshin impact #scaramouche #scaramouche genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact

[sevengraces]

someday I'm gonna be somebody people want

You, ch2, Title Card

AO3 Link

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Tim slowly stiffened as he came back into himself. He was curled up in Jasons lap, with his head shoved under the older mans’ chin and his face buried in his neck. His hands were gripping the back of Jasons’ jacket like he belonged there and there were half dried tears all over the both of them. Jason had his arm wrapped around him and his other hand was running though his hair. Casually, he pressed a kiss onto the top of Tims’ hair, still speaking softly throughout it all.

-or-

Nobody ever deals well with loneliness, but certain people are probably worse at it and certain people probably deal with it more often. Tim is of course both of these people.

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Hello, this is complete and I might just post it all at once, we shall see lol. First DC post at all tbh, and I've read exactly one comic in my life and am not likely to read more so if you are a canon type of reader then you might not wanna be here. All character and such choices come from the first Red Robin comic and fanfiction, that is it. The fic title is from Noah Kahan "Come Over" and the chapter title is from Dodie "All My Daughters" - I picked the songs and lyrics for the titles from a playlist I made abt Tim Drake and these were the best fits for the fic lol, lemme know if you want more Tim Drake song recs cause I've got a shit ton.

(also if you're here for my series in progress I'm sorry- I promise it'll happen just maybe not for awhile, it hasn't been my special interest in a hot minute so this is what you're getting rn lol)

CW's/TW's:

panic attacks negative self talk/low self esteem swearing vomit mentions of canon typical violence suicidal thoughts --- that should be all but as always let me know if I missed something

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Chapter 1- I'll grow the bones myself then, on my own again

Tim has pretty much always known, in the way that clever children tend to know things, that there is possibly something wrong with how his parents raised him. Objectively an eleven year old shouldn’t know to lie about who is and isn’t home to avoid trouble, but being alone suited him. It was convenient and necessary and normal and understandable and utterly, utterly miserable. But growing up a lonely child suited him in the same way that grief suited Batman, terrible but necessary.

Batman has only gotten better at grief and Tim thinks, as an emancipated minor in the silence of his blank apartment with big windows and echoey walls, that perhaps he has perfected the art of the lonely child.

Regardless of how suited he is to isolation, he knows he grows maudlin the longer it lasts. It’s a poor excuse for his weak will, but as he stands in his sparkling penthouse kitchen silently making his third cup of coffee this morning he considers.

Tim braces his elbows on the solid marble countertop with his eyes closed to the harsh fluorescent lights and the echoes of his mothers’ sharp nails in his arm and he considers picking up the phone. He could call someone- anyone at all, in an effort to avoid this sinking sensation he’s fled from since he was nine years old with nothing but everything he’d ever needed and a camera to keep him sated. Someone might even answer, depending on who he called.

It is ten in the morning on an entirely unremarkable Saturday. The sun is resting comfortably in the sky, his phone is fully charged, he knows where everyone he has ever cared about is, and he could call anyone.

Tim opens his eyes and stretches out an arm across the countertop towards his phone, hesitating slightly before making contact but pushing through nonetheless. He flicks it on and ignores every single notification with the heavy awareness that not a single one of them is from anyone who actually wants to talk to him, he taps through the apps before reaching the dial screen and he places the phone face up on the countertop and breathes.

He stands straight from where he had been bent over, carrying his coffee with him through the rest of the kitchen. He doesn’t open the fridge, there’s nothing in there anyways. Tim takes even steps until he reaches the far window of the living room where he leans against it and slides down slowly.

Once he’s rested against the floor with his fresh coffee cradled in his hands he leans his head against the cool glass and considers his options.

He could call Cass, she’d probably answer him. Mostly because he never calls unless there’s a world ending disaster, but she would answer him. After the hurried reassurance that “No Cass, nothings wrong- I just wanted to talk” she would probably let him ramble on about whatever he could come up with for awhile before she pointed out in that simple, honest way of hers that they didn’t talk like this and she knows he didn’t call just to make small talk. She would stare at his face through the screen and wait for his explanation, she would stare and wait for him to lie. Once he did, because he always did- what else could he even do? She would watch his body tense, she would follow the lines of anxiety like a roadmap, until every petty insecurity was written plain as sin on his face. And then she would accept the lie like it didn’t hurt, like she didn’t know. They would talk and maybe even have an okay time, then something would happen in Hong Kong and she’d have to go or WE would explode in some new way and he would have to go. Either way the call would end and Tim would be alone again in his pristine, lifeless apartment except this time someone else would know how badly he wanted to claw off his skin in the hopes of finding whatever was deeply wrong with him.

Tim laughed like a rusty hinge and took a sip of coffee. To no fault of her own, Cass couldn’t help him- he ignored the fact that the only solid feeling he’d had in days was that nothing and no one could help him.

There was always someone a little less discerning, like Dick. The man could flay him alive, but it would be entirely unintentional and oblivious on his part. He could call Dick and he might answer. Of course it was a Saturday morning so he was probably either asleep or with Damian, and Tim didn’t want to wake him up or deal with the building tension as he waited for Dick to hang up because the demon brat needed something at that exact minute. There was the chance he was hanging out by himself at his own apartment in Bludhaven, but even Tim could only intrude on the older mans’ personal space and time so often. No, Tim knew with a bone deep certainty that he could not handle this call going to voicemail or being cut short because Tim was the easiest burden to leave behind.

He carefully placed his coffee mug on the floor next to him and pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes, watching the spots burst into being and fade out slowly.

For obvious reasons he wasn’t going to call Damian. For all that he was eleven years old and impossible to deal with, Tim didn’t want to be the type of person who needed a teenager to regulate his emotions for him. The boy knew how that felt first hand- and even if he’d walked into Robin with his eyes open to the consequences, he’d been pushed out with his eyes a little wider and his chest a little hollower for more reasons than most wanted to believe. No matter how snot nosed the demon brat was, that kid had spent too long playing at being an adult and he deserved better than that from Tim, at least. Tim doggedly ignored the fact that he himself had only been a little older than Damian is now when he’d yanked on the mantle with two hands and the determination of a desperate child, he also ignored the fact that Damian would skin him alive for thinking such thoughts even tangentially to thoughts of the boy himself.

The seventeen year old grabbed blindly for his coffee and took a long drink. He had a feeling he knew exactly where this thought exercise was going, but Tim had never been one to give up. Not when he really should, not when it would’ve been easier for everyone involved, and not when it was pointless. He had been good at the suspension of disbelief long before he’d joined the crusade, and he was loathe to break a bad habit.

If not Cass, Dick, or Damian to call- there was always Jason. Tim choked back a snort and stared at the empty wall next to the front door, yes there was always Jason. It was maybe a little unfair to think so poorly of the older boy, but it was too easy for Tim to think highly of him and he had fallen from those heights a few times more often than he’d care to admit. It wasn’t that Jason wasn’t kind or even that he was unwilling to talk to Tim these days, it was more-so that he’d never stopped trying to impress the older man and peeling back his flesh to show Jason the slimy, unlikable parts and then ask to be coddled was a level of desperate that he shuddered to think of reaching. Of course Jason had never been one to coddle Tim in general, which was a generous way of putting it. But despite it all, Jason was a good person and lately seemed if not interested in Tim then vaguely affectionate towards the concept of him- he would probably answer on principle. But how was Tim to even start that conversation? “Hi Jason, I know we literally only talk when we’re working or when Dick gets it in his head that all of us being Robin at some point means something, but I was wondering if you would talk with me about something that wasn’t either mutually traumatizing or how much you hate me. Why? So that I can pretend that someone would choose to be around me, that’s all.” Yeah probably not the best idea he’s had to date.

Tim chewed his lips and pretended that his breathing wasn’t getting heavier the shorter his list of options got. He barreled forward with his mug between his feet and his head between his knees.

Alfred had never once refused a call, with the only recompense being the subtle implications that he really ought to join them for dinner more often. Tim could call Alfred and the man would answer. He would answer and reserve judgement, even more- he would be perfectly willing to bring Tim up to speed on everything he’d missed since the two had last spoken. He would fill him in like it was nothing and with no disapproval to be heard. Alfred was really his best option but nonetheless the boy refused to move towards his phone, still face up and turned on across the room. Alfred had never turned down any overtures of companionship, at least not since Tim had been allowed into the circle as Robin, but he’d also never really reached out to him of his own volition. Tim had always told himself it was the older mans sense of propriety, but what if it was that same sense of propriety that kept him on the line? Tim was lonely, sure, but he didn’t want to take advantage of the fact that Alfred had been attached to the Wayne name for longer than even Bruce had been alive and Tim had latched onto the family like a burr or a mold. The boy wasn’t sure he could handle being placated either, he’d met plenty of people employed under his parents and if today was the day Tim noticed how similar their vacant indulgence was to Alfreds’ steadfast professionalism he would probably break in irreparable ways.

He forcibly calmed his breathing and glared at the mug between his ankles. He ignored how that feeling from earlier had strengthened and barricaded itself in his chest and was making it hard to focus on his heartbeats.

There was Stephanie, one of his oldest and long-lasting companions. He could call her but she was pretty likely to be busy and thus not answer or be rightfully angry and thus not answer. He would have no way of knowing except that he knew which one was most likely if only based on historical precedence. He had been a bad boyfriend but a better friend- that of course didn’t mean much, it wasn’t a particularly hard bar to clear after all. Even disregarding all of their history, Tim hadn’t really spoken to Steph since blowing into town with ninjas on his heels and animosity between them a mile wide. They still hadn’t really sat down and talked about everything from her death, the gang war, and his radio silence during his search for Bruce. It felt wrong to call her up like none of that had happened and she still wanted him around as anything other than a competent yet obnoxious coworker.

The thought of Steph ached like a bruise and that pain only compounded the marching drumbeat in his chest that called out in gleeful tones "Not wanted, not wanted" and so Tim snuffed it like the wick of a bomb and moved onward once more.

Babs was always available, somehow. She made a point to keep a line open for any capes in the Gotham area no matter how frosty the personal relationship had gotten. But that was for professional things, and Tim didn’t know if he could deal with reaching out to her for comfort only for her to remind him exactly how they’d left things. He’d had a case related theory- Bruce wasn’t dead. Dick had disagreed, Barbara had disagreed, everyone had disagreed. Tim had pushed and Dick had taken it both personally and poorly, that moved things from a professional dispute between allies to a personal spat between the nosy neighbor and her long time closest companion. There was no version of reality where Babs chose Tim over Dick, honestly there probably wasn’t a version of reality where anyone chose Tim over anyone they even vaguely liked- let alone loved. It would be absurd to expect her to push past how he’d hurt Dick, even though he’d been right, and it was impossible for Tim to push past how she’d left him to fend for himself out of spite despite the fact that he should’ve expected it and known better.

Tim was trying hard not to catastrophize, he knew that was what it was actually called when he came up with one thousand plans with ten backup versions each, but it was so tempting to script his conversations so that nothing could go wrong. It was nearly fool proof and most of the time it felt like it was almost worth the consequence of looking in the mirror and having his gaze drawn to how his mothers eyes and bone structure fit comfortably on his face. There was always the chance that someone would see his railroading for what it was, but Young JustUs and Steph had been the only people to do so in any meaningful way.

There was nothing stopping him from call Kon, Bart, or Cassie. Well, that was almost true- Kon would answer but he had better things to do than hold his hand through the consequences of his self-imposed isolation. The super was just barely on good terms with Clark and testing the waters of a brotherly relationship with Jon- he had actual, real problems to deal with that didn’t have anything to do with the sort of best friend that had gone insane when he died and tried to clone him back to life. Bart was in a similar boat in that he definitely shouldn’t have to help someone who was somehow less emotionally adjusted than him handle reality. The speedster was beginning to settle back into this time period, and seemed to be believing in the permanence of it in a way he hadn’t before he’d died. Tim didn’t need to shake that up just because he was coping poorly with his own decisions. Cassie was an entirely different situation that Tim was in no way equipped to handle with competency. How do you ask your ex-girlfried/bestfriend/group life partner to tell you she still cares about you when your last proper conversation was her telling you how insane you’d gone and you telling her that you didn’t need her anymore- you don’t, that’s how.

Even though Young JustUs had been prepared to be together until the heat death of the universe, Tim should’ve known better than to hang his hopes on something as flimsy as that. People simply didn’t stay with Tim, which was something he’d learned at the age of ten when his parents had skipped every holiday that year (and his birthday) without comment or apology, he just knew that ten year old would be embarrassed at how far he’d fallen just because some people had been nice to him for a little while. He should’ve known better then and he did know better now.

Bruce was alive and in the correct time so he should be an option, but even Tim wasn’t that delusional. The man was still settling into the modern day and his new family dynamics that had changed without him. True, he was Batman again and Damian was his Robin- but the demon brat still deferred to Dick more often than not and Dick was a little too smug about such preferential treatment to discourage it in any meaningful way. Not that Dick was particularly good at discouraging the boy of any behaviors even when he didn’t enjoy the results but, water and bridges and such. Bruce was chafing under his performative authority and thus going on some sort of family building kick as a consequence. He would definitely answer, but Tim wasn’t sure he could withstand any sort of relationship they built getting thrown to the side once this little tantrum ended. This call would mean too much to Tim and be nothing more than bragging rights or blackmail for Bruce, there was a reason he was the bottom of the list.

Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne was sitting on the floor of his perfect apartment with his head between his knees and a recently emptied coffee mug next to him when he realized, with a sharp exhale like a punch to the gut, that it didn’t matter.

He shot up from his perch, kicking the mug across the room to shatter against the wall, and he laughed. He laughed so hard he couldn’t breathe. He laughed so hard he choked and shook and began to sob. Here he was, freaking out in his stupid apartment in ways he hadn’t since the first time his parents left him home alone for more than a week, and for what reason? He had known this little spectacle wouldn’t mean anything but tears in the end, what was his fascination with self-torture that he’d needed to break it down on a person by person basis like it wasn’t a foregone conclusion as of four years ago when he’d wedged his way into this doomed mission with nothing but empty hands and spite. His sobbing picked up volume and his breathing got sharper.

In some distant way Tim was aware that he was having a panic attack. A pretty bad one, if the crying and shaking had anything to say about it. But in that same distant way he didn’t really care. He was watching himself choke on his tears so hard that he had to curl over and vomit on the hardwood floors and he couldn’t bring himself to feel any type of way about it. What did it matter if he choked to death on his vomit in this perfect, sterile penthouse all by himself? Wasn’t it a little poetic, in a morbid sort of way?

If it wasn’t for the fact that Janet Drake had no physical choice, she would’ve skipped his birth just like his father had- she probably would’ve avoided his birth happening all together if they’d had their way. They’d left him alone as soon as they could get away with it, and he’d wasted away his years waiting for them to come back and acknowledge that they had a son. Wouldn’t it be ironic if he died choking on the physical manifestation of his loneliness in an apartment that reminded him too much of his childhood home to ever be comfortable?

Tim- not Drake or Wayne, just Tim-Nobodies-Son, spread out on his freezing floors and tried to breathe through the suddenly overwhelming urge to see if a second fall from a window would do the job. He tried to beat back the echoing voice that seemed to emanate from the middle of his chest, that had graduated from “not wanted” to “never wanted”, because he could see the next escalation coming from a mile away and he knew there was nobody there to stop it but him- like always. And ever so slowly his tears dried, tacky and embarrassing, and his shame returned to him like his coffee had just a moment ago.

He sighed loud and long, “What am I even doing? I’m lucky dad is dead- at least he doesn’t get to see exactly how right he was.”

As the boy kneaded the tension from his forehead he noticed a clicking sound that, in hindsight, had been echoing around his walls for quite awhile.

And then Jason Todd, in all his murderous glory, was standing in his doorway with lock picks in hand and an unreadable expression on his face.

#fanfic #tim drake #dc universe #batman #red robin #Jason Todd #mentioned batfamily #hurt/comfort #grace is writing

[hunsa-jars]

Favorite animatronic and why??

Oh boy

(I know I promised that i'll post that character tier list, i didn't forget, i swear! It will hopefully be up around christmas if everything goes right)

Chief, honestly, there's no definite favorite

That title is tossed around between four people, them being Golden Freddy, the Puppet, Circus Baby and Ennard

Goldie was my very first favorite, i was so drawn in by their mysteriousness and unsettling presence throughout the first few games, i just wanted to know more. My fondness for them just grew stronger when the Golden Duo theory entered the fandom space, and UCN solidified it even to another level. Even if it's just Cassidy residing in them, their unwavering resolve to punish William for all eternity, never letting him go, having him experience a fraction of what he put them and the other kids through. While never finding peace themselves, because it will never be enough- hhhgh good. Very good. Also i know some people characterize them as selfish because they only cared about revenge, but it never felt like that to me. (Stares in Golden Eyes theory) They cared... i know they did..

(j-gems and MD-PTV's portrayals of them mean everything to me, i could rant about them too all day)

Oh Puppet, my dearly beloved. Not gonna lie, i was lowkey very disturbed by them when i was younger. Can i just start with their design? It's wonderful, peak character design. Gosh... i adore them so terribly. For everything they represent and how they never abandoned the MCI. God dammit, I love Charlie so much too! They're technically the same- Even after making the wrong decision of bringing all the kids back to life and failing (Stares in Candy Cadet five keys story), she stayed by them and still tried to help them however she could. Ghhhgghg the selflessness and protectiveness in this 6 foot + sock monkey, it's killing me- Okay but i'm also so crazy about the fact that Charlie just straight up doesn't resent and fear William anymore, she just wants him to not intervene with her plans, damn (Well... this is only true if UCN is not 100% Cassidy's making, another can of worms, anyways-)

I need her to come back so bad, Steel Wool, where is she-

Everyone is wrong about Baby, Jesus Christ on a boat. She's like.... one of the most crucial characters in the whole franchise! In some cases, miles better than any of the other antagonists. But MAN, did everyone, including the books did her dirty (I know, Silver Eyes is not directly connected to the games, but sadly most fans treated it as such and i think the aftermath really damaged her image for others, goddamn you SE-) Before i lose it let me mention, i love her voice so much, it's such a perfect balance between comforting and unnerving. Oh your honor, THE LAYERS! The layers nobody seems to care about, it's pissing me off. (Mostly) everyone misunderstood her intentions in Pizzeria Simulator and i haven't felt peace since then, no joke- like you would think AT LEAST ONE of the more popular theorists would just say "hey what if she was just pretending to be on William's side to gain his trust and get closer to him" BUT NO?? Because that doesn't make sense after what she did to Michael THINKING he was William, oh my goddd, I'm so sorry Lizzie, I'm sorry that no one gets it- Pizzaria Sim was a nice session of Bang! (the card game), we had our bandits (being Michael, Molten Freddy and Lefty), we had a sheriff (being William) then we had a renegade. The renegade earns the sheriff's trust by acting like they're the deputy, their objective is to be the last one standing, even if it gets the outlaws killed. But they're ultimately on the bandits' side, because their goal is also to kill the sheriff- IT'S LITERALLY HER, GHHHHH. She's so tragic and so wasted away, i feel bad for her but can't forgive her but at the same time understand why she does the things she does and and and

I am SO NORMAL about Ennard, your honor (lie). I would like to blame (thank) j-gems and MD-PTV for the absolute clownery you guys have to witness in the coming weeks or months, they turned the already existing strong fondness into... hm, mind worms. Like holy smokes, j-gems's Ennard, I love that guy, it's making me look stupid. (He makes me crazy i can't stress this enough, he's so fun but still freaking threatening at the same time, man-) With MD-PTV's version, while i prefer separate personality Ennard over the complete hive mind, I really adore the Funtimes' dynamic in there (and how tragic it is that they just want to find peace and rest...... if only it wasn't also Mrs Afton Ballora-) This pile of wires has no business looking as sick as he does, genuinely. Scott COOKED with this design, and I shall be forever grateful. The whole gaslighting body snatcher concept too, it was so good, they had to pass it over to Fazbear Frights AND the Mimic, it's kind of funny. My poor fella is unfortunately so underutilized, like, I love Molten Freddy, i don't want to replace him at this point, BUT GOD ENNARD SHOULD HAVE STAYED THEMSELVES I WILL FOREVER MOURN WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN (not that i don't appreciate the MCI and Charlie both "becoming" bears to oppose the rabbit thematic detail, i could ALMOST forgive them for that). Like seriously, imagine an alternative universe where they actually gave him a personality other than the small characterizations in Help Wanted, that isn't just Baby dominating the body basically, hell- Kellen could have voiced him too, IMAGINE!

(Also i just see so much potential in the separate personality of his character, always viewed him and Baby as the twisted parallels to Goldie and the Puppet, but i'm gonna save that rant for another post)

(Also also i'm a huge fan of fics where him and Michael live together or just put their differences aside to find Will- The beautiful contrast of the serial killer bozo becoming an actual murder machine while the machine learns to become human, we love to see it)

I'm sorry, i could go on but i'm getting real sleepy, hope this isn't too incomprehensible

#thought i'm gonna write a little for everyone but i got a bit heated over baby oops #thanks for the ask! #fnaf

[flowers-and-fichte]

Schoethe raising a child headcanons

Okay, so @poesia-storica and I came up with this Schoethe concept in which Goethe and Schiller were secretly married and they (again, secretly) adopted Schiller's son Karl.

Goethe and Schiller only adopt Karl because adopting all of the Schiller children would draw too much attention.

They raise Karl very well, sometimes a little too well.

Charlotte, of course, is completely oblivious to the fact that Fritz is secretly raising Karl with Goethe. So when Karl runs up to his mom yelling that he has two daddies, she looks at him in utter confusion.

Cue Schiller saying that Goethe is the godfather, and nothing more.

Everyone else (except Christiane) knows the truth. And they're fine with it.

Karl does tend to run off. A LOT. So his dad and stepdad naturally came up with a solution: a leash child safety tether. Which of course both JoWo and Fritz are adamant about, but it's for the best.

Karl definitely tries to drag whoever is holding the tether along with him. When that thing's on, he pulls. Hard.

Also that kid just straight up runs off if neither of his fathers are keeping an eye on him in a public setting.

Everyone in Weimar thinks that these two men just running around and looking for this small child is completely normal.

Karl is definitely one step ahead of his dads. He is a manipulative little shit yet he is very adorable and sweet.

And by manipulative he will do that thing where small children lie and the parents believe them.

He also swears. @poesia-storica had this thought of Karl hearing Schiller cursing and deciding to use the word. All. The. Time. Poor Goethe has no idea what to do anymore.

So one day...

Karl: Scheiße.

Goethe and Schiller: *gasp*

Goethe: Don't use that word, Karl.

Karl: What word?

Goethe: *gives Schiller a "please help me" look*

Schiller: *whispering* I think he knows which one.

Karl: You mean scheiße?

Goethe: ...

Schiller: *sigh* Yes. That one. But don't ever use it again. We can, because we are responsible adults who can watch our mouths and know when and when not to use it.

Karl: I'm responsible too...

Schiller: You just swore twice.

Karl: SCHEISSE

Goethe: Oh no. Child is broken...guess we messed up.

Schiller: He's grounded.

I can imagine them in some public setting or something and Karl just suddenly runs around swearing his head off and Goethe and Schiller are mentally facepalming.

That doesn't mean that Karl isn't a good kid; of course he is. And Goethe and Schiller love him very much. They're just protective.

Also whenever his dads have a fight, Karl just goes up to Fritz, hugs his leg (refusing to let go) and just says, "I think Daddy likes you as much as I do. Probably as much as I like pudding."

And Schiller just M E L T S

Karl is not only cute and mischievous, he's great emotional support.

Overall, our favorite literary husbands love their son way too much and he loves them back, perhaps even more.

Credit to @poesia-storica for some of these amazing ideas!

#johann wolfgang von goethe #friedrich schiller #schoethe #schoethe headcanons #goethe and schiller would be the best dads #novalis writes #novalis’s slander #literary husbands #german romanticism #sturm und drang

[holly-fixation]

An Astral Myth: Ch 6

Summary: Before their journey begins, Cloud spends his last night in Midgar with the woman he loves most: The Sacrificed's Most Cherished.

Inspired by the beautiful Safer Sephiroth statue art by @hueyoart and the concept by @ehrenyu  .

Please Enjoy!

Chapter 6: Bon Voyage

Cloud spent way too long taking deep breaths in front of the dark blue door of his friend’s apartment. Friend. She was just a friend. He knew with every cell of his blood what he truly felt and what she may never know. He struggled to pry their friendship from the god’s threat. The sacrificed’s most cherished. The first to die if they failed, leaving him in complete despair until the god finally ended his own existence. He needed to breath, to pretend this was normal, just a normal night time visit. Well, the night part wasn't intentional but the sky was almost entirely lit by mako light pollution. She should be home. His heart tore with both the desire to see her and the fear he felt for her existence. He swallowed his hesitation and knocked on the door. 

There was more awkward silence before the deadbolt clicked and the door opened straight to his greatest friend. 

The tired smile on her face made his chest twist. “Hey, Cloud. Sorry I’m such a mess, we just got back an hour ago.” She glanced down at her oversized t-shirt and pajama shorts. She was clearly embarrassed by her comfort, but she always looked perfect to him. When her ruby eyes returned to his sapphire ones, his heart stopped. “Don’t get me wrong, I'm glad to see you, but what are you doing here so-?” Her joy vanished in an instant as she stared at him. 

“Hi, Tifa. Just wanted to see how you were after the concert,” He told a half truth. 

“Come inside.”

His brows immediately knotted at the intensity of her tone, but she didn't budge. 

“Get in the apartment right now.”

Oh gods what did he do? Why was she giving him that look? He knew he didn't usually visit without an invitation, but why was there worry in her eyes? This was supposed to be his last moments of joy and calm before embarking on a quest no one would believe to be true, especially not her. “Okay,” He heard himself accept for her sake, entering the apartment before she closed and locked the door behind him. He tried to stand a respectable distance from her, but she held her hands to his cheeks and forced him to look her in the eyes.

“Oh gods, Cloud…” Whatever he did, he was already sorry. “Why did you do it? What made you think mako was the answer?”

…oh. Now he closed his eyes with a wince to hide from her. What was he supposed to say? He did this for her.

“Cloud, if this is about what my father said-”

“It’s not about your father or what he said. It’s… just a lot to unpack right now but I'm not joining Soldier and I'm not doing it again.” 

“This isn't about Soldier. You know what can happen to you, right?”

He took a pained breath. “...Yes. I know. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want ‘sorry’, Cloud.”

“It made sense at the time and it was stupid,” He had to lie. He didn’t want her to be angry with him. Not right now. Not for the last time. “I swear I will explain everything next week, just… a lot’s up in the air right now and it’s not gonna make any sense until it’s over.”

She took a short breath and forced herself to calm down. “Fine. Just promise me you’ll get help for whatever made you do this? You know you can always talk to me too.”

“I promise. I’ll get on the waiting list for the closest therapist tomorrow.”

Clearly that statement alone relieved her, and with relief came the exhaustion she was trying to hide. “Good. Keep me in the loop or Mama Behemoth’s coming out.”

He gave her a small smirk. “I don’t think Mama Behemoth has a lot of energy after a seven hour drive. How was the concert?”

It was clear she wanted to scold him more, but she allowed him to respark the light he always saw in her. “It was amazing. The acoustics were so good. I cannot believe they got permission to host a concert in a cave!”

Cloud subtly moved toward the couch, silently encouraging his tired friend to sit and relax. She didn’t even notice that she followed as she plopped down and he sat next to her. “It was down by the Mythril Mines, right?”

“Yes! You remembered, as always.” Her smile made him turn and hide the slightest dust of pink on his cheeks. “One deal with the Corel Mining Company and they gave what might honestly be the best concert on this planet.”

“Really?” His slight smirk of disbelief made her pout in defiance. 

“Absolutely! You should’ve heard it- wait I have a video but it’s so much cooler in person-”

Her songlike voice always entranced him and he wanted nothing more than Tifa to chirp away for all eternity. His short but respectful answers were truly his hidden way of getting her to speak as much as possible. However, she was exhausted. Once the residual hype of the concert and the experience wore off, her exhaustion almost made her kick him out. 

“How about we just watch a movie?” Cloud suggested before her impulse could sink in.

She gave him a look, and he had to glance away again.

“Not like that. Actually watch a movie.”

“Trying to spend the night, Cloud Strife?”

He sputtered, “Uh- I-”

Luckily for him, Tifa shoved his side playfully. “Kidding. I’m kidding. Come on, put on whatever you want.” She handed him the remote.

“You sure?”

“Mhm. Don’t want you getting stuck watching my stuff if I pass out.”

His small smirk returned for a moment before he grabbed the remote and started searching through her TV. He chose the first streaming service he found, and the god of the stars must have been laughing at him. 

The first result in Tifa’s ‘continue watching’ section was a docu-series on ancient civilizations and religions. Cloud gave her a surprised look. 

“Don’t look at me like that.” Now it was her turn to hide her face. “It’s really interesting and the narrator’s voice is so calming it’s great for falling asleep.”

Well, Cloud couldn’t argue with that. She needed rest anyway, so he hit play despite her soft groan of protest, wrapping his arm over her shoulders to make her more comfortable. He didn't know what came over him that gave him the confidence to do that, nor did he know what came over Tifa when she nuzzled comfortably into his chest, sighing softly as sleep called her. 

Cloud couldn’t be more grateful for the peaceful expression along her face, the way her hair always fell as a perfect curtain in front of her eyes, the slight blush of her cheeks, the scent of her shampoo, the calmness she infected him with like a welcome cure. He wasn’t worried about every word coming out of his mouth to keep the conversation going, his fear of slipping up and worrying her with a quest she could not help with. Whatever was waiting for him was dangerous. He just knew it. The farther she was, the better. If this was the last memory he had of her until the god arrived, then he wouldn’t want it any other way.

They stayed in his vision of perfect tranquility for two hours. Around 9 PM, there was a knock at the door. He knew he had to go. 

“Hm?” Tifa perked up sweetly at the sound as Cloud tapped her arm.

“I have to go. I’ll see you next week.” He began standing to avoid her gaze.

She was still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she tried to follow him. “‘Next week’? What’s going on?”

He didn’t answer. He just opened the door, and Zack and Aerith were waiting on the other side with full backpacks strapped over their shoulders.

“Ready to go, Spiky?” 

Cloud nodded but Tifa was confused. 

“You’re going on a trip?” She put a hand on his arm to stop him from leaving. Her touch was so soft and so kind, he couldn’t break from it if he tried. 

Cloud opened his mouth to answer, but Aerith took the fall for him. 

“We’re heading up north for some research. My professor’s kind of a jerk, gave me no warning at all.” He was kind of afraid of how well Aerith lied. “I asked Zack and Cloud to come with me for safety. I’m surprised he said yes.”

Tifa couldn’t take her eyes off the blonde. “But Cloud, you have so much work to do. Can you really afford to take a week off? Have you told your teams yet?”

The involuntary shift of his expression told her absolutely not. “I’ll still be doing my work. I just won’t be in contact for a bit. I have all the work I need for my classes.”

She glared. Crap she saw right through him. “Cloud, please tell me what's going on.”

The oldest of them interrupted, “Tifa, I’m really sorry but we have to go now or we’ll miss our boat.”

Cloud looked up at Zack. “‘Boat’?”

“Yeah. It was the only thing he could get on short notice.”

Cloud nodded but the dark haired girl glared. 

“Cloud, this is really really sketchy. What’s going on?!” Clearly her calm questions weren't getting through to him, so raising her voice was the only option she hadn’t tried. 

Again, another burst of confidence claimed him and he turned to Tifa with his hands on her shoulders. “Tifa, I promise everything’s going to be okay. It’s just a trip.”

“Cloud, you're scaring me-”

He brushed her hair out of her face, and she let him, leaning softly into his touch like a kitten. “I will tell you every single detail when we get back.”

She held his wrist, and the worry in her eyes stung him. He didn’t want to remember her like this, so he took possibly the stupidest risk since he saw that comet in the sky. “Can I kiss you?”

Her red eyes went wide and her whole face flushed pink. “Wh-what?”

“Can I kiss you before I go?”

“Your scaring me-”

Instead of responding, he pulled her into a hug, taking one last whiff of her hair. “It’s okay. I’ll be back before you know it.”

She held him tightly. “Whatever this is, please don’t go. We can figure this out. Whatever it is, we can do it together.”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry, Tifa. It’s not that simple. I’ll see you when we get back.” Then he let her go and avoided her gaze with everything he had. “Let’s go.”

“Cloud!”

Zack glanced away and let him pass while Aerith only apologized, and the small party left the woman alone in the apartment. Cloud refused to look back, refused to see her in her door until she couldn’t see him anymore. He couldn’t bear seeing the betrayal in her eyes when he was doing this for her, to keep her safe, to keep her alive, to save her life before a celestial claimed it in sacrifice if he failed.

* * * 

Cloud’s belongings were already in the back of the car when the three of them arrived. He packed the moment he had some spare time and hid the trip from Tifa for as long as he could. Zack and Aerith tossed their own in.

Zack still had to pry though. “...do you wanna talk about it?”

“No.” He refused to elaborate on why he didn’t just explain everything to her. It was insane. They all knew it. It wasn’t worth explaining every detail only to have her worried for her life for the next week. In his mind, that was all she would care about: her life. He didn’t want her calling family members for goodbyes that may or may not come to pass. He just wanted to see her happy before they left. Why was that so difficult?

“Is everything taken care of?” Sephiroth questioned from inside the car.

“Yes.” Cloud plopped down with small guilt in his eyes.

“Yes, my roommates are watering my plants,” Aerith stated to lighten the mood as she entered.

“And my neighbors are willing to feed my dog. Ironically he has the same name as your friend over there.”

Angeal turned back to face them from the driver’s seat and raised a brow. “You named your dog ‘Angeal’?”

“Yup! Heard the name in a song once and liked it. He’s a really good boy!” 

Aerith softly elbowed him to get them back on topic as Genesis closed their door and slipped into the passenger seat. 

“So where are we going?”

“The new docks north of Midgar. The Lessaloploth Marina,” Sephiroth explained. “From there, we dock at Lunar Bone Village and get a ride past the archaeological sites. We should be in Icicle Village by noon tomorrow.”

“Why Icicle Village? Aren’t we trying to find the Cetra?” The blonde questioned.

“My mother always said we came from a city near Icicle Village.” Aerith shrugged. “It might be our best shot of finding any living Cetra.”

“Living?”

“Well, not ‘living’ and more like ‘Cetra-enough’. My mother said she was the last purebred Cetra she knew. Let’s hope we get lucky and prove her wrong.”

“If not, there’s always the City of The Ancients. It’s the last known Cetra civilization and it may have some information we need. But we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it,” Zack mentioned with a nervous laugh.

“More likely we’ll burn that bridge,” Sephiroth corrected with a common malaphor before glancing at the concerned looks thrown his way. “If we miss something, we won’t have time to turn back. We have one week. One shot at everything. We can’t afford any mistakes.”

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Thanks for reading!

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Author’s Note: Sorry this update took so long! AUs are harder than I thought but I Promise this is still going!

#ffvii #final fantasy vii #ff7 #final fantasy 7 #cloud strife #tifa lockhart #zack fair #aerith gainsborough #ff7 angeal #ff7 genesis #angeal hewley #genesis rhapsodos #sephiroth #ff7 aerith #ff7 zack

[o-wyrmlight]

Something hit me a couple of days ago and it's been living in my head rent-free.

So I already said that Crossing the Line is a very Madeleine-Espresso song, but it hits even harder when it gets to this line--from Madeleine:

"No--THIS has to stop now! This thing where you think that you've been my friend and don't even hear how you condescend the way you've always done!"

And while these are cutting words, and I was initially thinking of Espresso being insulted... Instead I think he's known Madeleine enough to know that something's up. I think he'd be able to see straight through what Madeleine is trying to do. And what is Madeleine trying to do, you may be asking?

Trying to get Espresso to hate him. Make him think that he's hated him all along. That way, Espresso won't feel at a loss and try to follow him. That way Espresso can live without the guilt and pain of losing his closest friend in the world. And perhaps that way it'd make it easier for Madeleine to leave.

But as I said--Espresso knows Madeleine. So instead of falling for it, he tries to change tactics, appeal more toward their friendship than demands for answers. Even when Madeleine continues being short with him, Espresso continues being a bit more patient. And it starts working.

"Madeleine, listen--"

"I'm listening!" - Continuing with the sharpness, in the hopes it'd push Espresso away.

"I know it isn't true." - I know you wouldn't say something like that. I know that there's more to this story than what you're telling me. I know that whatever you're doing is for something, and I don't know what it is, but I want to believe in you.

"Isn't it?" - Are you so sure about that? Still sharp, still hostile and trying to push Espresso away.

"Just look into my eyes now--"

"Well..." - Losing dedication to remaining 'vindictive' toward Espresso.

"I know you feel it, too." - I know you want to go back to the old times. I know you miss the Republic and what was once normal. I know that you know that something isn't right. I know that even after all of this, we still care about each other.

"l guess I do."

"Madeleine, listen--"

"I'm listening." - Don't infantalize me. I'm listening. I've been engaging with the conversation.

"I swear it's not too late. So before another line is crossed, and everything we've had is lost... just wait." - It isn't too late for you to come home, and for things to go back to normal. Do you truly want to lose that? Is what you're doing really that worth it? How much do you believe in this?

"Wait? ...No, I won't wait." - I won't stop. I will continue fighting for what I believe in. You wouldn't understand, but I have to do this. It is worth it. It has to be.

And really, it goes to show how their dynamic works. You'd think that Espresso would be the one to be more hostile in their friendship considering the bond story and the apparent disdain that Espresso frequently shows for him, but in this situation, it's Madeleine. In any other situation, Espresso would be the stingy one who wouldn't budge, who would be difficult to coerce.

So it says a lot that these two care enough about each other that they know each others' tricks well enough to not really believe or fall for them. Madeleine is trying to push Espresso away like Espresso often did to him, and Espresso is trying to draw Madeleine back in because he just misses him and wants to know why he is doing everything that he's doing.

And Madeleine is a good liar. He always has been. But it'd be a lie to say that this doesn't hurt. So in the end, when Madeleine yells:

"And for us, if it's over, that's fine!"

...I think he deserves to cry. Just a little. Not of any free will, because this hurts. Because he doesn't want Espresso to get hurt because of what he's doing. He doesn't want to implicate his friend in what he's done by mere association, he doesn't want Espresso to follow him, he doesn't want Espresso to know. He just wants Espresso to live a normal life.

But they've been friends since childhood. They've known each other for so long. To push Espresso out of his life now would be losing a huge chunk of who he is. And he is willing to do that, because the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, but it'd be so much easier if Espresso weren't standing in front of him demanding answers and almost begging him to come back to the Republic.

Especially when Madeleine knows what'll happen to him if he does. And he knows that Espresso doesn't, because he wouldn't be asking him to come back if he did.

So Madeleine cries. Not much, just a few tears, but it's enough to show Espresso that something is very, very wrong. That there's so much more to what Madeleine's not telling him. And in the end, it's up to him if he believes in the Republic and his research more, or if he has more faith in his friend of nearly twenty years.

And listen. This isn't even going into Espresso's guilt for not going with Madeleine when they were both teenagers. When Madeleine disappeared for the first time out at sea. When Madeleine didn't come home for months and Espresso thought he was dead because he didn't go with him. He didn't even get the chance when the city was undergoing a catastrophic riot and Madeleine left for the second time, and Madeleine simply isn't offering Espresso the option anymore.

...Maybe Espresso steals that option anyway. As a treat.

#crumbled castles au #espresso cookie #madeleine cookie #their friendship in this au. FASCINATES me

[imnotyourgirlfriendbro]

It was all a lie

Hai, sorry this is not good, I'm literally so tired and I wrote this at 2 am and then just kept going despite being exhausted so this is gonna be horrible. Enjoy? Maybe? Hopefully?

Check pinned post tho <3

Trigger warnings: bruises/swearing (I think)

Sorry I'm really tired and can't remember but just be warned? Sorry Sorry! I'll do better next time

Seungmin and Han were battling it out in a video game while everyone watched intently, taking bets on who would win. It was a pretty normal evening at the dorm, with Chan cooking and the boys playing video games or being in their room doing their own thing. Hyunjin was usually writing or letting Felix play with his hair as they cuddled and Minho was normally comforting Han who complained about losing the game. Seungmin was usually making tiktoks with Jeongin which they would almost never post, but it made them laugh and it was fun so they constantly made them. Changbin was either working out while listening to music or helping Chan cook by giving him not very helpful tips. Tonight was no different than any other night, except the knock. 

“I’ll check it.”

There was usually never a knock on the dorm door, because the staff had keys and would usually call when they’re coming and then walk in. No one ordered food, because they either went out to eat or ate what Chan made so it couldn’t be anything getting delivered. So the sudden confusion and silence in the dorm was pretty understandable since this has never happened before. Chan was the one to step up and take the door, telling the boys to go back to what they were doing. They hesitated, watching him for a second before everyone moved on and went back to their activities like before. 

“CLO-Clover?!”

When the front door opened Chan wasn’t actually sure what he expected, but he definitely wasn’t expecting his ex-girlfriend. The first thing he noticed from her was the smell of alcohol, because it stuck to her like a perfume. The second thing he noticed was the large line down the middle of her bottom lip, a very noticeable split and his mind raced hoping it was just due to the cold weather and dry lips. When she looked up at him while throwing her hair out of her face, his mind changed about the split being from the cold weather. There were multiple bruises on her face, both blue and purple in color and a fear developed inside Chan as he mentally hoped they weren’t fresh. 

“Who is it?”

Chan completely forgot why he was at the front door to begin with, because the sight of her made all his thoughts fly out the window. The voice of Changbin was what brought him back, and he glanced back to see everyone was looking at him with curious eyes. His heart raced and he looked back at Clover. There was no way he could bring her inside, because their break up was horrible and the boys were mad at her. Beyond mad, they were pissed. 

“Wrong house. I’ll be right back.” 

Chan couldn’t think of anything else to do other than to get her away from the dorm as quick as he could. Once the front door was shut he grabbed her bicep and began guiding her away from the door, but was moving too fast for her drunken state and she nearly fell over. He stopped to catch her and that’s when he got a better look at the bruises on her face. The street light illuminated her face as she looked up at him, and he could see how large the bruises actually were. His heart raced as he realized there was no way this wasn’t on purpose and the thought of someone hitting her made him upset as well as pissed off. 

“뭐 해?”

Chan was surprised to hear her voice after a year, even if it was a slurred question with very light anger behind it. He stood still as she pulled herself up straight by using his arms and tilted her head to look at him. She frowned and said something in extremely broken Korean so he couldn’t understand what she said. He tried to think over what she said and piece it together but he couldn’t, he just had no idea what she said. So his first thought was to question her. 

“What?”

“I saidddddddddddd! Where is Ji-Ho?”

That’s when Chan finally pieced together what was going on. Clover wasn’t at the dorm for him, and she probably had no idea it was even him in the first place. She was far too drunk to make sense of anything, and she was just looking for her friend. It actually made Chan feel a little hurt that she didn’t come for him, but yet he also felt relieved because why on earth would he want her bacK? She treated him so horribly when she broke up with him and he was hurt for months. 

“Ugh, why did you drink so much?”

Now there was a new feeling in Chan that replaced his fear and anxiety, and that feeling was annoyance. He had to hold her up, and she was stepping all over his feet which nearly knocked both of them down. Once he made it to the corner store he pushed her down so she was sitting on the bench and began feeling her pockets for her phone. When he found it he pulled it out quickly only to find it had a password of course. He sighed and grabbed her hands, putting the phone in them and saying her name until she looked at him. 

“I need you to unlock this for me.”

She looked at the phone for a long time and Chan was almost ready to take it away but within the last second she swiped up and typed in the password effortlessly. He signed in relief this time and took the phone from her, careful not to shut it off. He stood silently as he went through her contacts looking for the name she said, but paused when he came across a contact that was nicknamed ‘i miss you’. The number looked pretty familiar and it took him a couple minutes of staring to realize it was his phone number, and the realization made his heart hurt. She was the one that broke up with him though, he didn’t understand. 

“Channieeeeeeeeee.”

Chan froze and he felt a wave of emotions wash through him so fast that he couldn't process any of them at all. He turned around to face her to see she was looking up at him with a partial confused expression on her face. He was so bothered by it, because of the contact on her phone and the fact that he hadn’t heard her voice in forever. Especially not his nickname in her voice. It’s been a long time since he’s even seen her, because he saw nothing. It was like she dropped off the face of the earth and she was gone. At one point he even thought he imagined her, but the only proof he had of her was the selfies they took. 

“I’m sorry.”

She reached out and grabbed his hand, holding it gently all while lightly rubbing her thumb across the back of his hand. She looked down at her feet for a few long seconds before looking back up at him. This time there were tears in her eyes and it made his heart tighten as a sharp pain pulsed through like a knife had stabbed him. He couldn't give in though. She treated him so badly at the time of the break up so why would he even want to see her? He shouldn’t even be here with her right now. He should be back at the dorm. He should've just called a car to take her somewhere else. Why was he out here with her right now??

“I didn’t want to break up with, but I had to.”

Clover’s voice slurred very slightly, and it shook as if she was gonna break out into sobs any second. Chan’s racing thoughts came to an abrupt stop when he heard that come out of her mouth. He crouched down in front of her, and gently grabbed her other hand while looking her in the face. His heart pounded as he looked at her bruised face in such a close proximity to his. 

“”What do you mean?” 

She looked him in the eyes for a second before pulling her face away, tears still forming and about to spill down her face. The sight of her being drunk, bruised, and about to cry made Chan’s heart feel like it was being ripped in half all while having lemon juice poured on it. He needed to know the truth though, he had to know. He NEEDED to, and so with gentle hands he grabbed her face and forced her to look at him. 

“Tell me. Please.” 

Her hands gripped his wrists, but didn’t pull his hands away from her face. Instead she leaned towards him and rested her head on his shoulder. He sighed and closed his eyes to regulate his thoughts and his racing heart. They sat there in that position for a few minutes before Clover leaned back, and away from him. She moved her hands from his wrists to his face, gently holding it as the tears finally fell down her face. 

“They said it would be better for you. It would help you.” 

“Who?”

“The big people.”

Chan’s heart was racing as she spoke, because he knew when they first told the staff and the boys that they were dating it was frowned upon quickly. The boys supported it, because Chan had a new purpose and he was so happy and lively and they loved it. The staff wasn’t exactly on board, because of the issues it would cause if it got out. Chan knew to be careful though, he knew to watch what he was saying, to watch what he was posting. They were good. They were beyond good, they were great. 

“W-when.”

“Tour.”

He didn’t want to believe her but after hearing that he knew it was true. He knew she wasn’t behind the break up and his whole world felt like it was coming down on his shoulders. He stood up, pulling his face from her hands and letting his hands fall from her face. Chan felt nauseous, and sick. He felt like he was gonna pass out and throw up all at the same time. He couldn’t breathe and didn’t know what to do. Everything was a lie, and all the pain and heartbreak he went through was because of his own company? Not to mention what Clover went through. He didn’t even know! His thoughts shifted instantly from his pain to hers, because SHE was the one that broke up with him. So everything she said and did must have hurt her, and it must have hurt her for months. It must have hurt worse than Chan hurt. 

“Why? Wh-What?”

Chan couldn’t process this information this quickly. He felt sick, and angry and upset, and just lost. He felt so lost right now. He paced in front of her, because he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what to do. His heart was racing and he was so sure he was gonna have a heart attack soon with how hard his chest was pounding. 

“Unlock this again. Please.”

Chan pulled her phone from his own pocket and held it out to her. When she unlocked it, he watched her this time so he could know the password. Once the phone was unlocked he began going through it for proof. For anything. Memories hit him like a truck once he opened the gallery, because she didn’t delete anything. At all. There was a specific album named ‘Chan and me’ with nothing but pictures and videos of them together in it. They dated all the way back to their first date and Chan didn’t even realize he was crying until Clover’s hands gently wiped his cheeks. 

“It’s okay. You are a star!” 

Clover was back to her drunk high as she smiled and laughed before clapping her hands excitedly. Chan gently grabbed her bicep to prevent her from wanting her away as he closed the gallery and opened the messaging app. He needed proof, he needed to know it was true even if he didn’t want to know. He was praying it was just drunk rambles and that his company did not betray him like this, but unfortunately his prayers fell on deaf ears. It was not just drunk rambles. There were so many messages and such a long conversation on why she needed to break up with Chan, with Clover pleading if there was anything else she could do. 

“Let’s get ice cream! Come on.”

Clover was oblivious to what was going on, and Chan’s world was falling apart. He had no idea what to do, but he knew he wanted answers and he wasn’t gonna let this go. He shut her phone off and took a deep breath before gently picking Clover up. He walked back to the dorm with her clinging to him, unaware of the severe situation she was in and had just caused. Once they were at the front door he set her down and opened the door, pulling her inside and shutting the door behind both of them. Everyone looked up at the noise of Chan returning, but was quick to look on in confusion while Minho stood up and pointed towards them.  

“Is that-”

“Yes.”

“Why is she-”

“Don’t ask.”

Chan didn’t want to explain right now, and so with simple answers he walked past everyone while dragging Clover along. She waved at the boys as she stumbled after Chan, and they all stared in silent confusion. None of them knew what was going on and their questions wouldn’t be answered until morning because once both Chan and Clover entered Chan’s room the door was shut and locked. They all looked at each other, but didn’t dare to say anything about the situation. They just sat down and went back to what they were doing, but the questions and pure curiosity still held onto them tightly.

#stray kids #skz stay #skz imagines #fanfic #bang chan #channie #stray kids chan fluff #skz chan fluff #skz chan scenarios #skz chan imagines #stray kids chan imagines #ok goodnight #hope you enjoy

[37-children-of-the-dreams]

Now that I think abt it, Ace and Jeredy were So. Damn. Fruity.

To be friends at work is one thing but Ace quitting STORM just to Co-parent Chase without hesitation (Trying to isolate him from his friends at first ASIDE) to after getting turned into a lab rat experiment to then STILL stay with Jeredy (Just the two of them Alone in a moving train while the kids did dangerous stuff you KNOW what I'm talking abt), like yes, bby I'm gonna rebel against my old boss, help raise the kid you abandoned, and risk my life against literal psychopaths hellbent on world domination at your side, even after getting turned into an abomination of a monster that only YOU could bring back my humanity both literally and figuratively-

And then Sophia gets back and magically the Sunos are one big happy family. Yay!

It's got it all, the drama, the trauma, the heartbreak, Sophia spending so many years away from Chase she doesn't register him as her son anymore and instead choosing to spend time with Beyal (Who has NO IDEA the damage he's inflicting onto Chase and never MEANT TO, he's also just a teen-!!!) To the revelation of an unhappy marriage from the start, and how it accidentally led to Jeredy and Ace to spend more time together, and with Sophia out of the picture there's nothing stoping them from crossing the line, but then there's the regret, Jeredy's obsessions, his terrible emotional ineptitude and supportive, ride or die, heart on his sleeve Jon Ace.

Jeredy getting cold feet and breaking everything off when Sophia is 'Rescued' to attempt to pretend (Terribly, mind you) to be a happy family again, except it doesn't work.

And poor Chase is in the middle of it all, this boy can't catch a fk break.

His dad uses him and pushes him away when he doesn't need him, his mom ignores him (If downright denies his existence to dote on another boy his age -His friend!!!-)

Ace dives into work, running STORM all on his own, and pretends nothing ever happened between him and Jeredy, all the sacrifices, all the words said and left unsaid, all the energy and time wasted...

Monsuno is a tragedy of astronomic proportions, omg

Jon Ace is the reason (at least one of) that Jeredy is on extremely thin ice. Actually, he’s the reason Jeredy is a spaghetti noodle before it gets wet. You don’t just get close to a man after your wife disappears and leaves you your only child without thinking that the man working with you is a good man to hook up with and make a good stepfather for the kid. I don’t help that Jon legit protected Jeredy from Klipse even when he became Toxic Ace because Jeredy remind him that he’s not some puppet monster and instead the man he’s happy being next to.

Like, I swear, if Jeredy didn’t just lie to Chase about Sophia’s actual disappearance and how he might never find her because he can’t find even a single trace of her, maybe Chase would still see that his dad still wants a companion or a partner in his life because he’s been a single father for so long and the fact that he can’t find Sophia no matter what would Chase understand that he’s not replacing Sophia, he’s just wanting to have someone be with him again. And maybe even if Chase finds out that Sophia is alive and can find her, maybe he’d be okay if his family dynamic is changing and that it’s not going to be so bad because it’s Jon that Jeredy would want as a partner. I mean, Chase trust Jon and has done a lot for Jon to be normal again, and Jon does care for Chase even if the methods aren’t always the best so really, Jeredy should have just said something and not lie because season three was rather umm… lackluster in the family department.

(Okay, this season wasn’t lackluster in the family department, it was just a downright, straight up nuclear disaster in the family department)

As for Sophia, I think even she’d agree that her marriage with Jeredy isn’t going to stay a marriage or be the same anymore because of the years she’s been away from her family. And considering that she’d have conversations with Jon about her family before season three, she’d know that Jeredy isn’t the same man she once married and that he has shifted his focus from her to Jon while still knowing that they’ll at least still be able to give Chase a sense of a happy family. But, it’s still kinda weird that she would only bond with Beyal for one episode and not bond with the rest of the team in other episodes of season three because, as much as I understand why she’d bond with Beyal, she should know that her son has other friends and that they also deserve to bond with her. And also, considering that the episode they bonded was about Tebab, why did the writers not include Dawnmaster in this episode? Like, dude was on Master Ey’s contact list and he is willing to body enemy combatants to protect the people in his contract. Heck, Dawn might even be willing to bond with Beyal and Sophia on the basis that it ain’t his first time protecting those with Monsuno Sight.

Sophia should’ve had episodes where she’s bonding with all of Team Core Tech and not just Beyal. Like, she owes Bren and Jinja her time for being the reason Chase doesn’t suffer from major depression, and she owes Dax for being the teammate that Chase can trust even when things look shady. Heck, Sophia and Chase should’ve had an episode together with Six in it (Think before Pet for more heartbreaking reasons) and get Sophia up to speed about the fact she’s now a grandma. Idk what might’ve happened there but like if Chase had told her things and how Six is family despite everything, Sophia might’ve been curious enough to try and bond with her new ‘grandson.’

This would’ve been better for Chase instead of what happened with his family in season three because despite the changes in his family life, Chase can have his mother back while also having another dependable father (Jon Ace) around even if he’s a workaholic. He’s basically getting a bigger family who wants him to be happy and will try to always be there for him. Now add Six in this and Chase can have a family that wants to heal and help each family member with their trauma. Okay, maybe not all of them considering Jeredy, but there’s no way Six ain’t wanting to help Chase if Chase helped him heal from being Klipse’s clone.

Instead we got the most awkward season and series finale and it was so rushed that if Monsuno had been as popular as other anime, it’d have taken Game of Thrones spot for the most rushed ending.

#monsuno