#Like how are not tired of having the same dialogs over and over and over again?????

[estethuet]

jesus on a bike the way this fucking thing makes me never want to say or even read about it FUCKING CHILL ITS JUST A TV SHOW YOU LUNATICS

#can you guess what im talking about #HiNt! Its about football club and people in it #I cannot fucking stand this fandom like why are you guys SO AGRESSIVE ALL OF THE TIME???? #Like i know 5ish people who is chill enough to watch and ship and have fun BUT I SEE A WHOLE LOT MORE batshit insane takes from all sides #Like how are not tired of having the same dialogs over and over and over again????? #It is true the more wholesome the thing the more batshit crazy the fandom #I wanna go all leopolde the cat and say 'hey guys lets be friendly to one another' but like no no its not enough being curiuos #I need to be judgemental #Sorry for a rant I just needed to let it out

[saturdaynightspecialpresentation]

Poor Things

First of all, Emma Stone’s performance is as good as everybody is saying. Stone takes a very difficult role that easily could have gone very, very wrong and makes it look like the most effortless thing in the world.

I have been looking at the reviews, good and bad, and I think that the minority of people who didn’t vibe with this movie had slightly skewed expectations.

Poor Things starts out at Tetsuo The Iron Man levels of fucked up, but by the end it has dropped to Edward Scissor hands levels of fucked up. This is probably plenty of weirdness for the average movie-goer, but true connoisseurs of mondo cinema should calibrate their expectations.

Second, apparently this is being talked up as a sort of feminist coming of age fable chronicling an everywoman’s sexual awakening and liberation, and it really isn’t that, and I think if you are hoping for that you’ll come away disappointed.

Better, I think, to look at it as an autistic coming of age fable and power fantasy, which I think it does a tremendous job at.

Very minor spoilers under the cut; really, this is more an essay about what I thought the film was about than a review, my review would be that it's somehow simultaneously a feel-good crowd-pleaser AND a movie where an adult woman with the brain of a toddler stabs the eyes out of a corpse with a scalpel and then plays with its penis (I wasn't kidding with the Tetsuo comparison)

Honestly now that I've actually written that out I have maybe underestimated how impressive it is that Yorgos Lanthimos made a movie where that happens on screen but somehow basically everybody loves the movie.

In terms of sex, we do watch Bella discover sex, but she very quickly comes to a conclusion about her relationship with it which never once changes throughout the rest of the movie:

She likes it, she likes it more with an attractive partner, she is utterly lacking in any kind of sexual jealousy, and she doesn't attach too much more to it than that.

This is an odd comparison, but Bella treats sex the way Joey did on Friends. A man acting this way is a sitcom cliche, but a woman acting the same way…

This is a film that is really, really not interested in the real-world consequences of this kind of sex; in fact, given that a pregnancy is the inciting incident of the film, it came off a little weird to me that the possibility of a pregnancy or STD was never really addressed (unless there was a line or two that I missed while I was in the bathroom).

For the most part, though, I was able to get past it by just thinking of it as a heightened world. The sets and settings are extremely artificial, and ultimately I figured, “Hey, if I can buy this kind of thing as harmless and fun in a sitcom, I can buy it in this other kind of heightened reality.

I will say, I don't think Bella is meant to be an every-woman, and that there's textual support for this in the film itself.

All of the women Bella deals with in some way question her approach to sex, making it clear, sometimes through explicit dialog, other times more reading between the lines, that her approach to sex is not for them.

If there’s any particularly feminist message in the film, it’s that when confronted with Bella’s bizarre approach to the world, none of the women get angry at her, and most of the men she meets do.

But Bella’s relationships with other women aren’t really the meat of the film, that’s more about her relationship with men, and particularly the way that they feel, deep in their bones, that they should have control over any woman that they have sex with.

Duncan Wedderburn, when he first discovers Bella and convinces her to go away with him, thinks he is tricking and seducing a beautiful naif who he can use and then discard when he tires of her. Their relationship disintegrates as it becomes clear that Bella hasn’t been tricked at all; she wanted exactly what he was able to give, a chance to sow her wild oats by having some no strings attached sex with an attractive, likable person in an exciting foreign city.

This makes Wedderburn increasingly unhappy and unhinged (He says at one point that he has become what he hates, a “grasping succubus”) much to Bella’s growing consternation. She has no idea why he can’t simply be happy having sex with her and otherwise letting her do what she wants, and he is so committed to a certain vision of gender roles that he can’t even begin to explain it, he can only lash out in frustration.

And that I think is the meatier part of the film; Bella doesn’t so much flout social expectations as she is simply totally unaware that they exist. 

Honestly I think the character isn’t so much coded as autistic as she just is autistic. Bella is a woman who is basically totally unaware of social expectations and constantly taken aback to discover that they exist.

More than that, she has to figure out a way to work around the fact that many of the people who become most enraged by her are also so totally lacking in self-reflection, and view their social situation as so normal, so self-evidently obvious that they cannot explain to her why it is she has made them angry. They suddenly fly into rages that clearly perplex Bella and which they themselves don’t even bother to explain, because they regard their own ideas as self-evident.

Bella is an idealized autistic hero; personally as outlandish as she is I don’t really think the film expects us to take the side of anybody else, and I think there are some fairly subtle and accurate bits of autistic behavior on her part.

She responds to life as a kind of social experiment, attempting to parse out a set of logical rules and, especially in the latter parts of the movie, she often justifies her actions with a perfectly sensible internal logic that the emotional men in her life can’t parse out. Late in the film, when she and Wedderburn are destitute, she prostitutes herself for 30 francs, and with implacable logic, explains the two reasons that Wedderburn ought to be quite happy she has done so: First, her john was much worse at sex than Wedderburn, which ought to satisfy his ego, and second, they now have 30 francs and the potential to earn more.

Wedderburn does not appreciate her logical approach.

Another thing that strikes me as very true is that Bella has a very odd theory of mind for other people. There’s a scene where, traumatized by the unspeakable poverty and suffering she sees in Alexandria, she puts all of Wedderburn’s money in a box and rushes out to give it to the poor. Unfortunately the ship is leaving, but two port attendants tell her that they will be staying on the island, and would be happy to deliver a package. She tells them that she has a big box filled with money and they should give it to the island’s poor, and they agree to do so. Now, the film never tells us one way or another whether they keep their word; but Bella herself retains an iron certainty that they did exactly what she asked them to. Now, we know Bella understands what lying and deceit are, because we’ve seen her trick people before, like when she chloroforms McCandles to run away with Wedderburn. But it never once occurs to her that these sailors might do something similar. Call it paradoxical, but that kind of thinking is common in autistic people.

There’s also the scene where the self-professed cynic Harry Astley shows her the suffering in Alexandria; he admits, when he sees how terribly it has affected her, that he didn’t tell her simply because he thought it was the truth of the world, but that her attitude made him angry, and he wanted to hurt her. A very common part of the autistic coming of age is the slow realization that not everything people tell you is part of a dispassionate, scientific search for the truth.

There’s also a scene in a whorehouse in which Bella argues that it would make more sense to have the women decide who is to sleep with the johns, so that then the john could be more confident that the girl was attracted to him, which he must doubt if he chooses. You can tell I’m autistic because I immediately had the thought, “Well, but the johns would probably be worried that nobody would choose them.”

One of Bella’s fellow working girls instead tells her, “Some of them like the fact that we don’t have a choice”.

#poor things #movie review #autism #cw violence #I'm actually not sure what kind of content warning I should put for the corpse stabbing

[creedslove]

CARIÑO MIO 💔

Javier Peña x f!reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, embarrassment, sort of abusive relationship, violent (ex) boyfriend, Javi being protective

A/N: this idea stuck with me the whole day after I read this request, I couldn't simply write headcanons on it, it needed to be longer because ugh 🤌 also, I was indecisive between Javi or Joel, but this screams Javi so yeah... also, there's one line that was totally inspired by a dialog between Monica an Chandler from Friends. I don't recall seeing that scene on the show so it might be a deleted scene, but I thought it fit perfectly our Javi P and his cariño!

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Javier blew some smoke as he stood in front of the window, he knew Gabriella would take forever to get ready, and even if it annoyed him, because she always did it on purpose, telling him she wouldn't take more than a few minutes and always getting late to events, he was also glad about it, since he didn't want to go at all.

Usually, he would be up for it on a regular basis, but not when he knows he's gonna see you there. You, his cariño, the woman Javier had loved the most in his life, but also he had lost it for not being enough for you. He remembered every single detail about your relationship together, he always assumed that was a girl thing to do, because he had never bothered memorizing dates or small things that could have happened between him and his partner, but that was it only until he fell in love with you, the hardest he had ever felt towards anyone, and then he realized that yeah, he kept every single small detail in his mind because he cherished it. From the moment you two flirted for the first time, to how you started to hang out, sleep together and all the bliss that followed until you two broke up, he kept it all in his heart. He still remembered how you ended their relationship, you were tired of putting up with his erratic behavior, of expecting from him something he couldn't give you.

"I'm tired of being your tutor in this relationship, if you are too scared of being in a relationship, just don't be in one"

You had told him after one argument and Javier saw you were right, he was a grown man who was afraid of being called your boyfriend, of thinking of proposing to you some day and to be seen holding your hand. He was pathetic and he knew it, he also knew you deserved better than that, so he did what you told him: he took the decision of not being in a relationship with you any longer and set you free, so you could actually meet someone who could take care of you.

He just didn't know it would hurt as bad as it did, that he would miss you as much as he did, but life went on and there was nothing he could do, after watching you getting over him, he just figured maybe he could do the same. And that was how he met Gabriella. She wasn't you, she never could be, but she was pretty and Javier liked that. However, when he heard you had found yourself a new guy, Javi didn't know what to do with himself. He wanted to be a decent person and be happy for you, but he couldn't lie to himself and say he was happy for you, because he wasn't. It made his skin crawl to even think of another man touching you, even if he already had a new girlfriend, it was a thought that disturbed him and he didn't like it one bit.

•••

"I see you haven't quit smoking yet, Javier…" you said with a smirk as you saw him standing on the sidewalk, taking another puff while everyone was probably already inside and having their fun. Not Javi, though, he would always stop for a cigarette, and even if you had asked him to quit and he started an experience period with his nicotine gum, all in order to please you, when you two broke up, he had no reason to stop smoking at all, not that you complained about it, but you worried about his health, and that warmed his heart to no end.

"I got no reason to quit cari-" he cleared his throat "and you know you can still call me Javi… there's no need to be formal"

You chuckled and folded your arms, looking at him and bit your lips

"Yeah, but you aren't my Javi… not anymore at least" you shrugged. "Besides, if you don't want to be so formal, why don't you call me cariño anymore?" You asked and raised your eyebrow at him, who just ran his thumb over his bottom lip and remained silent.

You looked at him and wondered if you should properly greet him, perhaps a hug? A kiss on the cheek? A handshake? No, that would be pathetic. You took a step closer just as he threw away his cigarette butt and walked towards you, perhaps he missed your physical touch just as much as you missed his. You couldn't ask him, but as his body language showed he was so eager to wrap his arms around your body, then yes, maybe he did miss you as much.

"Come on, Javi, let's get inside!" Gabriella's squeaky voice interrupted whatever was about to happen between the two of you and Javier had no other option but to follow her inside.

As you all were scattered around the table - Gabriella and Javier, sitting across from you and your boyfriend, along with your other friends in common - you tried to make yourselves at ease, but it was odd. You couldn't stop comparing your boyfriend to Javier and how inferior he was; he couldn't simply be compared to Javi, because Javier Peña was like a walking sin, he was handsome, sweet, funny, and no one would ever touch you the way he did. You were doomed to have the ghost of Javier haunting all your relationships because you simply couldn't break the spell you were under.

Javier on the other hand, just stared at you, like he did when you both were together, he just loved watching you talk to whoever it was, friends, family, people you'd just met… it didn't matter, he just loved observing you with the same intent one would observe a work of art. You were intelligent to the point it was so easy and natural for you to speak about pretty much anything with a lot of confidence. You were polite and sweet, but also assertive when necessary, it just brought a sense of peace and pride to him, he was just proud you were his… or used to be, at least, it was hard for him to get rid of that claim he felt towards you, but in a way it was like you were still his. He frowned softly as he saw your boyfriend opening his mouth to agree with whatever stupidity Gabriella had said that embarrassed him. He saw you rolling your eyes at the subject and he couldn't help but smirk, after all, you were still his girl.

When the food arrived, Javier finally realized how hungry he was, the burgers were pretty good, the fries were exactly the way he liked and of course that wasn't as good as the food you made him, but that would do. He wiped his lips softly with a napkin but something was still missing.

"Can you please pass me the salt, cariño?"

Javi's voice was soft and distracted as he extended his hand to welcome the salt shaker at the same time you absent-mindedly handed it to him

"Of course mi amor"

The silence was deafening and it took you a few seconds until you realized what you'd said. Your eyes were wide as you noticed how big was the shit you got yourself into. The mood was absolutely dead, and you had killed it. Javier looked at you with a shocked expression, he had no idea where that came from, but he liked it, even if Gabriella was digging her nails into his arms and your boyfriend's teeth were about to shatter at how hard he was clenching his jaw. Your other friends just looked at each other and smiled awkwardly, immediately changing the subject but that wasn't enough to lift the spirits, quite the opposite, the tension was thick and you cleared the throat.

"Uh… here it is, the salt I mean… Javier'' you said his name slowly and avoided everyone's stares, looking down at your burger but realizing you weren't hungry anymore. As people slowly went back to chatting, you excused yourself and headed for the restroom, washing your face and sighing as you thought of what the fuck had happened. You didn't know exactly what was up, you were so distracted, Javi had called you by your old nickname at the same time you simply responded by using the nickname you used for him. You used to be his cariño just as he used to be your amor. It was an awkward situation, that could be seen as kind of cute, if it weren't for how angry your boyfriend was the moment you stepped out of the restroom.

He gripped your arm making you wince in pain at how strong it was

"What the fuck was that, huh? Calling Peña that in front of everyone? If you don't have respect for yourself fine, not my problem, I should've known how a woman who sleeps with a man like Peña isn't worth it, but the least you could do is respect me!"

You groaned and tried getting rid of his grip, shocked to see how violent he could turn, of course you had never liked him as much as you did Javi, but you thought he was at least a nice guy. You swallowed, fear taking over you as he didn't seem to be willing to let go of your arm.

"Get off her now" Javier's voice was calm but firm as he stood behind your boyfriend, his blood was boiling to see your scared eyes, but as a good cop, he was very focused and knew he needed to calm down. "Get off her now and leave" Javier repeated his words but the moment he saw your boyfriend wasn't moving, he pushed him against the wall and reached for his gun, knowing the man would run away as soon as he saw Javi holding his pistol, which was a card he hated pulling, but he didn't think twice if it meant that asshole would keep his hands away from you.

Once you and Javier were alone, he gently held your arm, rubbing it softly where your boyfriend, well, surely ex-boyfriend at that very moment, had held you with a strong grip.

"Come on, let me take you home…" and you scoffed

"Yeah, because Gabriella will love to see you giving me a ride"

"She left with the rest of our friends… you really know how to kill the vibe" he winked at you and made you chuckle, a blush spreading through your cheeks as you looked at him

"Listen Javi… I'm sorry, I didn't mean t-"

"Cariño, I also didn't mean to, it's okay, it was out of habit, but hey, it was pretty good to see I'm still your Javi, tu amor" he smiled at you and you wanted to kill him for being such a sweet, charming man, who could just make your heart melt and your knees get weak at the slightest words.

"Yeah, well, I didn't hate to know I'm still your cariño… you don't call your girlfriend that, do you?"

He placed his hand on your face, caressing your cheeks gently with his thumb, the distance between the two of you completely closed.

"I could never call anyone that, hermosa… you are my cariño, you and no one else, it had only been you, mi amor" he said sweetly and leaned in, lips resting against yours.

No matter how much you both struggled against your feelings: he was your Javi, tu amor, and you would always be his cariño.

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal imagine #javier peña #javier peña x reader #javier peña x you #javier peña x y/n #javier peña fanfiction #javier peña fanfic #javier peña imagine #javier pena #javier pena x reader #javier pena x you #javier pena x y/n #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena fanfic #javier pena imagine

[koffeewife]

SHURI X JAMAICAN READER

Summary: A night out at the club takes a bit of a turn when y/n’s favorite song comes on and she starts drunkenly singing it to shuri , it’s the songs unique lyrics that takes shuri over the edge…

Warnings: tipsy reader, high reader, high shuri, implies smut (I’m too scared I’ll ruin it if I write smut lol)

(A/N: post writing this I am just gonna say hats off to all the writers on this platform because it is so fucking hard to translate an idea into a flowing story and I think this is the first and last time I try to do so 😭)

Soooo I’ve been on tumblr for a while reading and interacting but I never dared to write anything..but THIS scenario played out so nice while I was driving and smoking. This song was playing and it started from there you can listen to it but idk if it’ll actually go with the story so the choice is yours. If this is shit tell me immediately I’ll take it down and stfu forever 😭🫶🏾

I don’t plan on translating the patois in the dialog but if it’s necessary pls lmk and I’ll add it !

…here we go🫣 *inhales*

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1:00AM at the club was your favorite time because the normal DJ switched out for a Jamaican one. Who so happens to be your favorite cousin.

You and Shuri decided to go out together to get some drinks in a more social environment rather than staying in like you had for the last year. Getting tired of hearing the complaints that “ Y/N put a spell on our Queen” or better yet “The Queen is pussy whipped” This was the perfect place to show face and vibe discreetly.

You made the final lick to seal your third blunt of the night. The bass in the club going hard to ‘The Harder They Fall’ by Koffee.

“Perfect song to spark the blunt to.” Shuri your girlfriend of 3 years chuckled.

The first pull was harsh but the second was sweet. That’s how you earned the name sour patch from your stoner friends.

“Here baby” you passed the blunt over. When your eyes locked so did your knees, it was a good thing you were sitting.

“You know you look really good when you’re high.” You boldly said. Shuri chuckled in reply and took a hit.

“If you think I look good so good sthandwa , dance with me”

She abruptly got up and put the blunt out, which forced you as well since you rested on her chest . As you two made your way towards the dance floor you locked eyes with your cousin.

When you saw that dumbass look on her face from the DJ booth you knew she was about to troll you in some way. The previous song seamlessly began blending into an intro you knew too well.

(start playing song here)

*Flash Back*

“Y/N long time mi nuh see yuh up weh mi spin yuh kno!” Your cousin said over wine at her place.

“It haad fi lef yuh yaad when it hold suh much luv .” You chuckled. Shuri was by no means keeping you from going out. It was more so you kept each other inside.

“Suh it guh when yuh get a gyal wid a ten outta ten ehhhhh!” You couldn’t help but bust out at the song reference she made.

“Gyal yuh nuh easy!” You laughed .

*Flash Back Over*

As soon as the bass dropped in the song you turned your back to Shuri to whine your waist.

Gyal , your pussy good mi gi’ you

10 outta 10

Up inna mi bed mi want you spread out again

“Careful, this same waistline is how you got stuck in the house for a year.” Shuri whispered in your ear, her waist keeping up with yours as she caught everything you threw.

What a body good , like you mek

outta gem

Hot inna your clothes when you

Step out again

“I’m just showing appreciation for the song choice it’s a tribute to you My Queen.” It came out a lot more breathless than you would have liked but truth be told her waistline was now leading and it was making you dizzy.

A just 10 outta 10 outta 10

Outta 10

Open up your book and mek

Mi tek out mi pen

You turned around to sing the chorus directly to her and the more words you said the darker her eyes sets.

“Slow whine gyal, your so fine

Pussy mek mi cum in no time” you sang.

Even under the club lights you could see the desire swimming in her eyes at the vulgar words you sang to her in your native tongue.

Without you even noticing her hand slide up to house your throat . “ nkosazana uyayazi ukuba indenza ntoni?” (Princess, do you have any idea what that does to me ?) Shuri rasped in your ear over the music.

You couldn’t do anything but stare at her like she hung the stars in the sky herself. The same effect that patois had on her, Xhosa had on you.

It was an instant panty soaker.

“masigoduke ndizokwazi ukubuyisa imbeko sithandwa sam” (let’s go home so I can return the tribute my love.) she ghosted over your lips.

Eyes heavy from the blunts , drinks , and Shuri’s goal to have cum untouched by her voice alone . You closed the gap between you two . The kiss was slow and deep but by no means was it romantic.

Her tongue danced with yours aiming to fuck you in the filthiest reaches of your mind. You knew if you didn’t leave now you would absolutely let her take you where you stood and no one would dare to try and stop the Black Panther .

You reluctantly broke the kiss with a gasp “yes.home.now.come” you spoke all at once and out of order.

You heard her laughing behind you as you practically dragged her off the floor.

“So you think I’m a 10 out of 10 ehhh” she teased . You tried to keep a straight face but failed thinking you both knew that you were both the 10’ s that made up the highest score.

-

*nervous chuckle*😅

#Spotify #shuri smut #shuri udaku #riri smut #koffee #shuri fluff #shuri x reader #shuri fanfiction #shuri fic #koffeewife

[ganondoodle]

why does it seem so impossible for theory people .. or any people really to even consider that rauru isnt the firstest of the first kings of hyrule, its been remade so many times already and the 'forgotten era of myth' might as well have included hyrule being forgotten; instead its always messing with the old titles and timeline and im so TIRED

is it rly some sort of complex to HAVE to connect the new stuff to the old titles somehow?? again i get that theorizing and all that can mean anythign but i havent seen anyone even bring up the fact that maybe, this is just a new hyrule and rauru was just the first guy on this one to call himself king, maybe the name hyrule survived but it didnt connect back to a kingdom so hey jsut thought thats a neat old name lets call it that, hell, maybe it was a surname of sonia even so he literally just called the kingdom after her not knowing its been called that since the beginning of time, wouldnt that be a cool coinsidence!! and also rly sweet of him!! like him being called rauru!! like a guy loooong long before him that no one knows of bc its been so long its long been forgotten he ever existed! isnt that cool and somber connection!

id also love if someone could just kinda ... consider botw/totk(uhg) as their own thing, like, i love the old titles, but i also love them as being done, their era has ended, this is a new era, what if we could just ... view this new era as their own thing without having to chain every little bit of dialog to the old titles

i really wish rauru/sonia never said they just founded hyrule, and zelda(i think) never called him the 'first' king bc apparently some people are unable to think oh this is a new hyrule and he was the first king of this one like i did but instead go into a rampage trying to make everyone believe totks past is somehow canonically right after fucking SKYWARD SWORD; like ... some people take every line of dialog like wayyy to literally, rauru probably THOUGHT he was the one who founded this kingdom bc he literally couldnt know any better with everything of the old stuff being so loong forgotten already, hes just some dude and not literal god who knows it all, characters can be wrong even when they believe they are right!!

(yes i am annoying about this bc i hate this on a personal level)

like .. i cant be the only one who thinks botw to be of a new era so long after all the old titles its basically a new world entirely, with no direct links to anything in the past, with references and callbacks from all old legends, but still a new world, without chains to the old, reoccuring names and happenings haunting it just the same as it did all the ones before them yet not being aware this has been happening over and over .... .. and, after it was said that oh rauru was the name of the 'first' king of hyrule, immediately thought oh shit he founded this new hyrule coolio (lets ignore how much i grew to dislike totk in general, i was hopeful still at that point) (lets also ignore how many problems totk alone has with its own damn lore for this ok, its its own mess that dragged botw into its mess but that doesnt mean it ALSO has to drag literally every single other game into its mess too)

#ganondoodles talks #zelda #totk #ganondoodles rants #like uuuuuauuauauuauauauauagh #this take of ooooh totks past retcons all the old titles is so UHG I HATE IT #or it messing with stuff of the old stuff #STOP LET THEM REST FFS #id find it much more intersting if they only talked about the rules and established lore of botw totk and made theories around tha- #oh wait totk cant even keep its own lore in check #sorry my brain feels like its biting on stone whenever i see that kind of take like its canon #anyway i dont know how i keep coming across stuff like that #and while it may seem adressive .. which i kidna ma in this case its really just yelling it into the world #i dont want to idk hunt anyone down lol #i am not that deranged #just very pasionate about stuff so i go loud where i can #which is da internet weehoo

[soft-persephone]

Not a Accident

Nick Miller x Black!Female!Reader

WC: 2.2k // Mature: MDNI // Warning: Smut, Light cockwarming, // Slight angst, sad relationship talks // a lil cringy dialog (but we move!) // masterlist

I wrote this with black women in mind, but everyone is welcome to read it!!!

AN: And remember what Amine’ said IN CAROLINE for his tiny desk concert! Look it up if you don’t know what I’m talking about! You’ll love it! ☺️

And no, I didn’t focus on my new girl fic because Doug Renetti broke my heart in Minx….

Nick walked in the door and sighed

He was beyond tired.

He worked three back to back shifts and all he wanted to do was get back to you before—

“In what world do you get a girl like that?”

“I’m not doing this today, Schmidt.” Nick wants to scream. He wants to yell, or at least do something loudly in some frustrated manner. . But he was too tired.

So he’ll have to settle on just showing his displeasure with his face.

“I worked too hard for too long. I just want to have one simple moment with my girlfriend before she has to leave for the day with her friends.”

“That!” Schmidt dramatically pointed, “is precisely the problem Nick. You just go around working and doing whatever else, when you should be with her.

Schmidt’s voice shifted and his eyes got watery in a way Nick did not feel comfortable with.

“I’m just so proud of you man. You’ve been taking moderately good care of yourself and putting your best foot forward and somehow she’s still here . . . But also, YOU DONT DESERVE HER!”

Nick frowned and pushed past Schmidt to get to his room.

“Have a nice day at work.” He grumbled.

Asshole.

Opening the door of his room, he smiled.

Every ounce of frustration and anger he had rumbling around in him no longer mattered.

You were face down in his bed, sheets crumpled in various directions, half covering your body. You had one hand dangling over the edge while one was tucked underneath the pillow you had your face buried in. A cute purple bonnet covered your hair while you only wore one of his shirts.

He grabbed a few things and cleaned him self up before climbing in alongside you.

He gently grabbed you by the hips and pulled you into his chest so you could both lay side by side. You sleeply cried out but adjusted into the position easily, letting him move you every which way until you were both comfortable against each other.

God, did he really love you.

He inwardly sighed in relief when you didn’t wake up.

He wanted, no he needed, this moment with you.

All he thought about was you being here when he got back from work. How he wanted to hold you tight and bask in your presence, your touch, and your smell, just before you were ripped apart again, and he’d have to wait hours upon hours again before you could both spend some quality time together.

He was being a little dramatic, and he kind of hated it. . . . But maybe he has a right to be. You live on the other side of the country! He has to wait for you to come to LA before you can both act like the distance doesn’t bother either of you!

Truth be told it was killing him.

But you don’t talk about it. He doesn’t talk about it. It was an unspoken rule he was sure you both appreciated.

However, whenever you were together, he forgets about all the problems between you two, and he thinks for you it’s quite the same. Being together was just so, easy.

He moved his face to settle on to yours so you were both cheek to cheek. Your perfume radiated off of you in waves. You always smelled of something sweet.

It was sweet but complex and sophisticated and amazing and beautiful. It smelled like you.

You were always so pretty, but when you were sleeping it was something special.

He didn’t have to worry about what other people might think in moments like these or how he looked so stupid or how stupid his thoughts were.

It was only you and him, and that was all that mattered.

But he was also a man.

A very simple one at that.

And he had a very long and tired shift at work. He had done his job with you on his mind during every hour that crawled by, and now you were in front of him.

Every dip and curve of your body was pressed against him, he could run his hand along your soft skin, caress the very warm brown thighs that held the power of his image destruction.

He couldn’t help the furling desire that grew inside of him. The thought of you leaving at some point made him even more desperate.

He looked at the clock and watched as 7:00am crawled closer and closer.

He needed to do something now before you were gone.

You asked him to wake you up at that time, so you’d be able to get ready for an early brunch with your friends. You all flew in together and split a hotel room, but here you were now, in his bed.

There was something about the way you looked in your sleep.

Cuddled on your side, covers pulled up over your nose and the pillows fanned around your face, protecting you against everything in the day had in store for you. Your eyelashes soft and feathery didn’t move an inch as you slept. The sun was starting to cast a warm new throughout the room, dawning you in a dazzling glow.

Nick’s chest swelled with emotion.

Fuck!

He wanted to be close to you. He wanted to spend the rest of the day with you. It’s not like you were here everyday. You fly halfway across the country when you can just to be here, and he can’t help but to accept whatever time you spare to be with him. Hell if this trip wasn’t so sudden he might have taken off work just to be with you.

You just smelled so good.

No matter what type of scent you wore, it was always a sweet one. But your favorite, which was also becoming his favorite, was vanilla. It somehow wedged its way into everything you wore. If was flowery or sexy or spicy or whatever the fuck it was, vanilla was always there.

“Mmh.” Nicks face was pressed against yours. His body was now covering yours too. His knees folded under yours, legs interlocking together, his arms holding you as if you were an oversized teddy bear.

“You smell good.”

“You too.” You hummed back. “…..hate it.”

Nick’s chuckle vibrated in his chest, tickling at your back. “Why? If anything I thought you’d appreciate me taking a shower before I get into bed.”

“Like it better when you smell like cheep beer and whiskey.”

Nick laughed again, his breath tickled your ear.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

He moved your leg over his, not even saying anything slick or suggestive or smooth. Just a sudden movement, no start of sweet nothings or jokes or conversation of any kind.

He grinded his hips against yours in a slow stroke.

Your mouth opened in a silent moan. You were still a bit sleepy, but that didn’t stop the throb between your legs.

“Later.” You softly moaned into the pillow. “I gotta get ready.”

“No,” he moved your sleep shorts to the side and sucked at your throat in the way you liked, “now.” He gruffly pouted.

He pulled his sweatpants down and groaned as his cock bobbed out of his sweats. The head already leaking.

Fuck. You brought your hand to your mouth and bit your finger hard.

Nick was always thick, but fuck was he stretching you out. Barely past his head was inside of you but it was already too much.

“No one in New York been fuckin’ you.”

“Mhmm.” You slurred. “Just you…only here.”

“That’s a long time with no dick.”

“S’allright before ah metyou , i'll b’ sallright after.” You horsesed softly. Your voice was still raspy with sleep, but breathy from the way he was slowly stretching you out. Inch by excruciatingly pleasant inch

When Nick was all the way inside of you he craned his neck past your face to give you a kiss. It was firm, but littered with a sleepy edge. As all consuming and desperate as one could manage in such a state. He eventually brought his hand up your chest. Dragging his knuckles from under your shirt to your neck, grabbing firm but softly at your neck to keep you in place.

Your chest burned.

You grew equally desperate for a breath of air as you were for his mouth to stay on yours. From the way he was taking your breath away, to the way he felt so full inside of you, it was too much.

You moaned in his mouth.

Nick wanted to tease you, but fuck… he could only take so much. The feeling of you moaning in his mouth made him twitch inside of you, and you responded with a gush.

You were so warm and wet, and he felt so comfortable.

He didn’t want to move.

“Nick I need to go.” You whined after he finally broke the kiss.

He ignored you, mouthing at your neck, biting down as hard as he could on your collar before nipping at your jaw.

“No.” He mumbled into your skin.

“Niiiick.”

-

“You fucked him.”

“Leave me alone.” You deadpanned.

“Your really did fuck him,” Natalie squealed!”

“Yayyy! You fucked him!” Reesha clapped and giggled.

“You two play, too fucking much.” You muttered. But you still held a smile on your face.

“So what’s the plan on this whole, long distance thing?”

“How come your always flying to him and he never flys to see you?”

“Is he really that broke?”

“Oh my god girl! You ain’t tell me you were fucking a broke nigga!”

“Will you two quit it out already!” You rolled your eyes. Besides, you added with a pout, “I thought we were doing a fun brunch thing!”

“Your fun brunch privileges get revoked when you have them in the same city as the guy you're willing to fly out to for sex.” Natalie gave you a pointed look.

Natalie was your Best friend throughout undergrad, and Reesha was a friend through her husband which you worked with at a Law Firm.

“Well, better him than my husband. You two were getting a little too chummy.”

“Reesha, you know good and well nobody wants your man! They’ve been friends since law school! That’s old news!”

“By the way, Xavier misses you.” Caresia raised an eyebrow at you before taking a sip of her mimosa.

“We’ve all been missing you.” Natalie added.

“I know I know.”

We’re you really spending that much time in LA?

“I want to say I’ve been trying to make it work?”

Your friends sighed over exaggeratedly.

“Girl, you mean you’ve been hopping on all these flights without thinking about it?”

“Oh you must love this guy for real for real…”

“I don’t really like the way you said that, Reesha.” You scoffed half jokingly.

“You shouldnt! We came here not only to have a good time, but to have a real talk with you.”

“Does this guy have a real job?” If you two are serious enough to be long-distance this long, it’s time you start thinking about the facts.”

“He’s a bartender.” You crossed your arms and bit the inside of your cheek to keep a neutral expression.

“Like a regular one or one that’s actually making some money.”

“She ain’t tell you?” Reesha scoffed before chuckling and sipping her mimosa.

“Tell me what?” Natalie turned to look at you.

You didn’t respond, opting to look into your glass and take a long sip through the little straw.

Nick’s made you a better one. And annoyingly won’t tell you how he made it, so you'll suffer through mediocre mimosa’s for the rest of your life if he’s not there.

“Don’t you make that face. What were you supposed to tell me.”

“He has three roommates.”

“Three?!?”

“Told you!”

“Is the dick really that good?” Natalie shook her head and sighed.

“Look, I’m a big girl and I know what I’m getting myself into.”

“Are you sure?”

“I don’t want another guy like Derik.”

“But Derik might have been an asshole, but at least he was on your level? If you kept setting him straight and puting him in his place each time he stepped out of line, you could have trained yourself up the perfect man! He can actually provide you the life you want. You two could have built a future together!” Reesha pleaded.

“Derik is a grown ass man!” You huffed, “I’m not tryna be a second mother to some nigga! I want to be happy, and Nick makes me happy!” You sighed, but gave them a real look, doing your best to make sure your friends could at least see how you felt if your words weren’t enough.

“I don’t know how or if this is going to end, but I know that right now this is what I want. This is it for me.”

“If you say so,” Natalie relented.

“We just want you to know we’re here for you no matter how this turns out.” Reesha added.

“I know,” you sighed, “I know.”

#Nick milller #nick miller x Black reader #Nick miller x reader #x reader #x black fem reader #x black reader #fanfiction #new girl #new girl fanfiction #Jake Johnson x Black reader #Jake Johnson x reader #writing #black writblr #black writer #black fanfiction

[inhibitionfreewriting]

Omg can you elaborate more on gaming with hasan? i loved that Sims 4 ask

just to throw it out there, if @the-phantom-author hadn't answered that ask, my brain would NOT have started going so blessed be their existence and their writing, so please check our more of their stuff (if you haven't already devoured their blog like i have 💀)

hasan definitely feels like a guy who has two specific gaming with his partner vibes, on stream and off stream.

on stream - if it's a co-op game, you are still against one another and it's more fun for that. bread and fred? you are lucky if you make it past the tutorial without laughing to the point of tears. he will not anchor when you tell him to and is consistently inconsistent with his jumps. chat is blaming him (when you are on stream, you are the monarch, no ifs ands or buts about it) and he's trying to gaslight chat into thinking that your counting is off or bad. the goal of the game could be "keep the garden alive" and all you have to do is click on the sun and a rain cloud, and you two would be turned against one another.

if it's not a co-op game and it's like a regular multiplayer, my brain immediately went smash brothers lmao, no matter how bad either of you are at the game, gloating is not off the table but there will also be a lot of quiet soft moments of "no you're not clicking the right button, its x". he may want to be on top and kick your ass but playing the games together are not fun if you don't have the same foundation as him or anyone else that's playing.

if it's something like the sims 4, it is bicker city. you two can't even play stardew valley without arguing about where something goes. you tried the "new" (its like 10 years old now oh my god im aging myself) sim city and he spent 20 minutes lecturing you about the taxes in your city being done wrong and you just stared into the camera like you were on the office. chat was losing it at how exasperated you were. you have lost track of what he's saying but you do know that you are doing the opposite of what he's told you to do (chat is tattling on you for taxing the lower class bracket at the highest and basically not taxing the rich at all)

off stream? i don't know if you've ever lounged around with someone on a couch and played a console before but. let me paint this image for you.

you're both on the couch playing mario party, propped up on pillows as you lean, your legs stretched out on his lap. when it's not his turn he's got his hand on your legs or his arm around you, this man fidgets with your body like you are made of fidget spinners. it's getting late, there's food on the table in front of you that's on the verge of getting cold but. you two are comfy and egging each other on, but it's not nearly as loud and over the top as it is when the stream is on.

there's one night where you're both laying on the couch and he's on top of you with his head on your chest, tired from just being THE hasan all day, and you are playing animal crossing, controller above his head. sometimes clicking through dialog or taking a moment to just stroke your fingers through his hair.

the peace btw never lasts for long because Kaya senses it and will jump on top of you both when you're not paying attention and knock the wind right out of you.

#hasan x reader #hasanabi x reader #hasanabi #hasan #ask replies #bunny writes #i love gamers #hasan and you have an animal crossing island together #but it's really YOUR island #and he just has a player there who plays once every 3 months

[valkeakuulas]

Hi there. If you’re so inclined, I’d love to indulge my current Echo/Rex/Fives obsession. One of these would be nice :3

13. ❛ bend over the desk love ❜

18. ❛ do that again, please. ❜

26. ❛ I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it ❜

Thank you

Hahahaa, I actually decided to use two prompts since wasn't able to pick just one. 😂

I haven't really used them in actual dialog, more like taken them as inspirations and set the mood of the fic based on them. Hope you don't mind that. :3

26. ❛I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it ❜/ 18. ❛ do that again, please ❜

Rex groaned, low and deep, when Echo carefully bit his collarbone, teeth worrying the thin strip of skin at the same time as Fives' hands pushed his shirt up, fingers gliding over the muscles.

It would've been loud enough to warrant attention if not for the loud music blasting from the speakers floating around the dim club. As it was, Rex's voice was lost beneath the deep bass and lyrics, sung in a language he didn't know.

Then again, the singer could've been using plain Basic and Rex wouldn't have been able to understand them, not with how fast his brain was melting underneath the wandering hands and clever hot mouths that seemed to be everywhere at once.

Sandwiched between his ARCs, Rex locked his knees in place when Fives' nails scratched the line of hair disappearing into his pants, teasing the waistline, and Echo licked and sucked the bit of skin he had just abused.

Panting, Rex tilted his head back, resting it on Fives’s shoulder as he stared for a moment at the ceiling, lit partially by the flashing strobe lights. It reminded Rex of the fact that they weren’t in the relative safety of the barracks. Instead, they were behind some weird, decorative wall that cut this part of the club from the main area.

The spot was nowhere near inconspicuous; Rex could see beings passing them mere meters away.

He licked his lips and opened his mouth to tell Fives and Echo that they really should relocate but then Echo pushed his thigh between Rex’s, forcing them open. Rex jerked forward, hands flying to grab Echo by the shoulders when the strong leg pressed into his groin, into his half-hard cock.

In the place of words, another deep groan passed from Rex’s lips.

Rex more felt than heard the pleased rumble Fives made and the hands relocated themselves on Rex’s hips. The bastard used his strength to move Rex, making him rock against Echo, while Rex’s other bastard finally stopped using him as his personal chewing toy and captured Rex’s lips into a deep kiss with tongue and teeth.  

The friction sent sparks of lust all over Rex, his already elevated heartbeat quickening. He couldn’t stop himself from whimpering against Echo’s lips, clinging onto the strong shoulders and it took embarrassingly little for Rex to start riding Echo’s thigh.

This time Rex could feel the vibrations originating from both of the ARCs chests, pleased with how easily Rex gave in, like he always did when it was just the three of them.

Rex was all but gulping for air when Echo finally released him. He gasped in surprise when Fives pushed him forward, pinning him against Echo. The movement forced Rex higher on the thigh, the feeling of both of their cocks pressing into him making Rex’s toes curl inside his boots.

The two ARCs leaned forward, sharing a messy kiss over Rex’s shoulder.

They looked so good, so beautiful that Rex twisted and fumbled until he could hold onto both of his lovers. He would never tire of watching Echo and Fives kiss, the sight of them together making Rex’s heart swell with emotions so strong it was almost scary.

His admiration came to a halt when one of Echo’s hands squeezed between them, opening the fastenings of Rex’s pants while Fives started to push them down to reveal more skin for them to fondle. The two of them didn’t even pause their making out, their hands never bumping into each other, almost as if there was a mental link between the two.

Once again, Rex knew he should protest this but then Fives’ fingers found his length at the same time as Echo palmed his ass.

And once again, Rex voice was lost underneath the roar of the music.

#Fives #Echo #Captain Rex #Star Wars: The Clone Wars #fanfiction #valkeakuulas writes AKA butchers English grammar #asks #indira-korr #OT3 #clone shipping #askbox writing prompts

[altraviolet]

This might be a weird question, but do you ever get sad that Echo Garden is going to end? I know it's not actually extremely close to being done, but I already know I'm going to miss it

I'll miss reading Soundwave having silly interactions, I'll miss the wonderful side characters (Toaster best boy)

I'll miss the way you make characters feel so alive, how the world you write feels so enthralling. I'll miss this Lost Light, and their alternate universes, and all the adventures they'll have after the story ends

YES

How do I make the font bigger. Also sorry this response got really long.

YES I GET WEIRD AND SAD ABOUT IT. I feel a LOT of things (which I'll get into). I actually started feeling sad about it at least a year ago. It's VERY weird to be this brain-deep into a story and know it has a lifespan. I've gone through this before with my other very long fic. That ended and I felt really accomplished, but kind of sad. But I ended it in a way that made the reader feel like what we saw was just a peek into their lives. They had lives before we intruded and they'll have lives after our eyes have turned away. The TEG ending won't quite hit that note, at least in the same way, but I am still VERY excited for the last line (for nerdass English teacher reasons)

(I'm not an English teacher)

(I'm excited for reasons your high school English teacher would be excited ANYWAY)

Yes, I will be sad to let this go. But, to be honest, I'll also be relieved, because the story is massive. It's sometimes daunting to write, and at this point, every chapter is draining to write. I am so happy people say that they find the characters' emotions easy to identify with, because I put ALL MY BRAIN into writing those emotions. It's almost like acting in my head: I live through all those emotions over and over as I write and edit each part. So, I am tired.

I find the audience size a little daunting. I've never done ANYthing in my life that had an audience of 1000+ people. I've presented to hundreds, but never thousands. I also - and this is not something I keep a secret, but it's also something I don't mention often - feel very very skeeved out at the minors that are reading this fic. I know they're there and it's grossssssssss... I've come close to deleting the story more than once because of that. I'm feeling really asdlfkajsf about the next chapter because of that. Like. They don't respect the rating or the warnings I put on there, so there's nothing I can do. So once the story is done, at least I won't be thinking about that anymore, eugh.

So sad, relieved, daunting... what else? I will feel accomplished. It looks like this sucker is going to cross 300,000 words and that is MIND BLOWING to me. I'm going to feel so happy about that :)

And...! I've been considering this fic practice for writing (in terms of description, dialog, story arc, character arc) for original work. I dunno if I'd tell you all when I wrote something original. Maybe it's best to keep names separate. Maybe you'll find me anyway ;) But yeah. Echo Garden is a huge love letter to the original work and also practice for future work that, I hope, people will also love.

WHICH REMINDS ME sorry this is getting long. The feelings you feel for TEG are what I feel about MTMTE. I fucking miss that comic! I miss new adventures. I miss the characters! And that's also why I'm writing TEG. I want to see them moving and adventuring and alive again. Suffering and growing, as well, but alive nonetheless! JRO COME BACK AGSLDKJSAF I'm ok I'm ok

So thank you! I appreciate your kinds words. AND! I may very well write a sequel. I've been thinking about it. There are little seeds I've planted in TEG specifically so that they may bloom in a sequel. I also said I'd write a sequel for Face The Past, though, and I never did that... but maybe I'll write something even better than TEG! Or not lol. But! Yes, thank you so much for your kind words. Don't give up hope for a sequel. Enjoy what we've got as it's coming out, and keep your heart and eyes open for future stuff from me :)

Thank you again ❤️

#ask #anonymous #after TEG #long post

[stuffymcstuffsworld]

Reflections

*I'm not really sure what anyone was expecting, but this scene in particular doesn't really involve you, sorry. It's more like inner dialog from what I could put together in my head. Sorry @spadewalker1 this is all I could think of from your humble request. *

Staring at himshelf in the mirror, he glared the reflection staring back. He sneered at the scratches, marrying his face. Luckily, they weren't very deep and could be healed with a simple spell. But that wasn't what made his blood boil.

He had been so sure and so certain that both and the boy were just toys that Sullivan brought for whatever demented pleasure he received from it. But no. Lord Sullivan hadn't brought playthings. He is housing an invasive species. Gripping the counter tightly he remembered watch you both enter the room.

It was rather easy to keep his eyes on the boy as he had many powerful elites speaking with him. And you, you have been escorted by Lord Sullivan himself. At first he could find nothing special about either of you. Nothing by demonic standards stood out. But perhaps it was because you both didn't show much that drew his fellow demons to you.

As repected and feared individual he knew that many would attempt to appeal to him as well as his alter ego. Yet both you and your son didn't pay any mind beyond a brief greeting. So he had to engage himself in conversation.

He tired to get the boy to admit his crime of being here illegally. He had assumed correctly that he would be the easier target between the two. What he hadn't accounted for, was you. Being on the boarder patrol he had encountered few humans and they had all been the same. Weak, scared, pathetic parasites that latched on to anything and everything.

But Narnia had no idea what to make of you. You had been calm and rather peaceful looking being in a room full of demons unlike your nervous child. You who seemed to know exactly what was going on even though you had been far across the room when he started pressing for a response.

You had caught him by surprise with not only your speed but the strength behind you as well. Very rarely had a human been able to land a blow on a demon, and that was only with the help of a weapon. But you had done it bare handed. Your aura, having been so powerful it scared his ceberus.

Your sweet and gentle facade had been hiding an animalistic nature all along. Like a wolf in sheeps clothing. Was your son also like this? No, the boy had definitely looked frightened by him and his words.

But your words and actions were cause for alarm. Oh, how he hated your words of mockery and distain. But even worse.... he couldn't figure out how something insignificant like you could strike fear into ceberus as well as himself.

How did you know who he really was? He had been so careful and not even the 13 crowns had realized this yet. How much did you really know of the plans ahead? There was no way you could stop ot. To much had been set in motion to be stopped by any interference now.

He just needed to be patient. He would rid Hell of both you and your child. This was a place for demons, where the strong conquered. He must have been caught off guard in order for you to have any advantages over him. Yes, that must have been the case.

Composing himself at last, once more, donning his mask. "Soon, it won't matter. Things shall return to the way it was before, and those things will be engulfed in the flames."

#reader #mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #naberius narnia

[liquidstar]

but the thing is that i actually like dubs, im dyslexic so i can miss dialog sometimes with subs and i also like to multitask so i like being able to split my attention more and do multiple things. generally speaking i would prefer to watch things dubbed in theory

but in practice i really have been finding more and more anime dubs to be sort of... mid at best. im not sure why, maybe its just because ive gotten older and i have a more critical eye now, so its easier for me to see these things. or it could be that ive sort of gotten sick of hearing the same funimation dub voices over and over again for the past decade, not to knock the voice actors or anything but a lack of variety can get stale over time.

but to be honest, and this is just speculation, i feel like the real reason more and more dubs have sort of just been mid is because theres more anime now. seriously, the amount of anime being produced is more now than EVER, and on top of that anime has become so much more mainstream this last decade, so more dubbing is being ordered. not only that but plenty of shows are being dubbed as they air in japan. 

so i would imagine that time in the studio must be spread pretty thin, that theres probably not a whole lot of time to dedicate to making sure each series gets a proper passionate dub because theres just too much going on, too much to churn out. it feels like the only shows that get really good dubs are the popular ones, and that makes sense! of course you would put the proper direction you have into the series that people actually care about, and just sort of do well enough on the more obscure ones. like why would there be time to do retakes for generic isekai #2135 when you have to record for 20 more shows today?

and like, with so many shows coming out, i would also imagine that the voice actors would have a hard time getting passionately invested in every single role. like, how into it can you get voicing anime twink #15839 after so many years? but its a job after all and i can understand, sometimes its just for the paycheck and i dont think thats a problem, voice actors need to eat too lol. but like ive seen anime bloopers where the voice actors walk into the booth to record and only realize which character theyre reading for WHILE theyre there (im sure thats not always the case tho). so it seems like it could be a bit more assembly-line style at times.

but yeah basically i think the issue with dubs is just kind of that funimation and crunchyroll or less has a monopoly on them, which makes it so its the same voices over and over again (and this may make the voice actors themselves unenthused or tired), and it also makes it so the company cant put effort into each product, opting instead to churn out things as quickly as possible to keep up with the market. because by the time you wait a season or two to dub a a seasonal show, interest will have faded and everyone will be talking about the new seasonal shit. just like all things in life i believe the issue is capitalism, but again this is just speculation on my end. dont take this as somekind of source on anything its just sort of thinking out loud

[killmymind]

Re: Concert anxiety

Tips from a therapist:

Anxiety and excitement are on the same spectrum. They are sympathetic (fight or flight) nervous system reactions. Anxiety is sympathetic activation with fear, whereas excitement is sympathetic activation without fear. Why does this matter? We can do things to help regulate our nervous system so we're not in an activated+fear state (assuming we're not in an actual life-threatening situation).

1) This is a physiological response, so it needs to be attended to physiologically. Breathe slowly - exhaling for about twice as long as you inhale. When you exhale make a Vooo sound. Sigh often. Do a temperature change - ice pack on the back of your neck or warm water on your hands. Stand in a doorway and press your arms into the sides and your feet into the ground until your muscles are tired (be gentle, don't cause pain).

2) How is the anxiety trying to be helpful? It's probably not accomplishing what it wants, but it's trying. Is it trying to remind you to stay alert around strangers? To take in every moment and really enjoy it? To remember your wallet and keys so you can get back home? Whatever it is, have an internal dialog with your anxiety, let it know you hear it, you appreciate it's trying to be helpful and keep you safe, you understand how come it's there or how it came to be, and that YOU'VE got the situation. Let the anxiety hear the ways you've got it, and invite it to take a break for a little bit. It is probably tired from working over time.

3) Our brains don't do a good job knowing the difference between things we think about happening and things that are actually happening. That's why you might smile when you remember something good that happened, and feel anxious when you think about something that might happen in the future. Give your brain a fighting chance. Intentionally think about things going well and you feeling exactly how you want to feel at the concert/when you think about concerts. Picture it in detail and feel it as much as possible. Take in the fact your are HERE and safe NOW. Say out loud what you want to be true - even if it seems fake. When you do, you light up the parts of your brain associated with that feeling or state. ("I am calm. I am breathing easily. I am enjoying the present moment. I'm okay inside and I'm okay outside.")

Do these things as often as needed. Even if that's every 45 seconds at first. Every time you do it, you're helping your brain establish new neuropathways. If you create an inside state of calm* when you think about concerts, your brain will rewire so that concerts and anxiety are not default linked anymore. It just takes time and consistent repetition (when in the state of calm).

*Just needs to be calm Enough, not like full on relaxed.

Hope that helps!

you’re an angel. thank you very much much for this <3 already started doing some of this and it’s been helping. appreciate it sm <3333

#thank u thank u thank u #asks

[wherestarsarestillasleep]

second batch of p3p impressions, just met aigis. talk to me abt persona games

-Akihiko is so autism. “hey girl did you know the breaststroke is the most efficient swimming method due to ababaabba” “i have no interest in this information.” autism to autism confrontation

ALSO why is his social link a different arcana than his persona?? Ik in the base game he didn’t have a social link and still had an associated arcana but like, Minato also had a Magician slink and they still gave that to Junpei

also it’s funny that the stat requirement to start his slink has absolutely nothing to do with his own standards

-persona games are so fucking fun and addictive. it’s impressive they’re split into two very different kinds of gameplay and they both manage to be pretty evenly fun and engaging. im way more optimisation brained with this one than 4 and 5 and you can restore your whole partys hp and sp for a fraction of the amount of money you naturally make exploring tartarus and apparently originally if you went to the ground floor tired party members would leave but i guess not in portable so like. It’s just completely viable and optimal to do everything possible in tartarus on one ingame date only in a huge chunk so that’s what i’ve been doing. i was in there so fucking long. the dark "”hour””

-Okay so in persona 5 for the first arc, maybe also the second, you are introduced to ryuji and he fucking rocks. he’s so cool he’s set up to be a really great character i would love a lot and for the duration of kamoshidas palace he is that. also in persona 5 for most of the phantom thieves they have a cool plot focused on them for the dungeon you recruit them and then the writing has little idea what to do with those characters for the rest of the game. the result is ryuji is awesome for one maybe two dungeons and then is replaced by an imposter because his main story focus is over and the priority with his character then becomes making him fit better into the Persona Funny Pervert Bro Character trope which mostly fucking sucks and makes ryuji mostly fucking sucks

Junpei is presumably the character that started that archetype for yosuke and most-of-the-game-ryuji to follow, despite this for the first while he highlights the good parts of that archetype the funny bro who is your friend half and then it got harder and harder to continue liking him as i progressed and then the beach scene was predictably dogshit and added him to the very large pile of persona characters who i have to mentally overwrite significant things about in order to like them

When you first meet him Yukari assumes he’s hitting on you but it seems like no he was genuinely just being nice and concerned about a new transfer student and his social link continues being that he is your bro and he even offers to be your wingman for other dudes with zero jealousy and then his main story dialogue is. not that. And like. I assume he has the same july jealousy arc with the male protag because it is mostly about him generally feeling insecure and directionless but it Really Fucking Looks Worse with femc route when Junpei has more than one case of dialog about how He Should Be The Leader Cause He’s A Strong Man And You Are Girls it looks like THAT’S the main reason he’s so pissy for a while. he does earnestly apologise though. i still want to like him but i hate persona

-YUKARI though yukari is good i like yukari more and more i still haven’t seen as much of her link as some others but she’s thoughtful and outspoken. i dont have as many words to say about her but i like her a lot and that she takes initative on things and called out mitsuru and shuji directly and also apologised for it later as well. also i was very confused for a while why she couldn’t take a single hit when she had the same endurance as Minako that was because she was tired.

-Mitsuru is so cool and pretty and epic. that is all. maybe if you were a Genius she might spend time with you. Fuuka is my friend :). Akihiko is my favourite probably.

Currently Yukari is maybe the least useful party member and fell behind a bit but i like the look of her final skills in the end. Junpei for the last 2-3 boss fights has been almost exclusively rotating buffing everyone else also it is great that he can take a hit. Mitsuru is great for big damage and big heals and I like that Akihiko can passably fill any role you want him to be in at any point

It’s so cool that persona has both constant party members in your actual party members and a constantly rotating party in your personas because fusing newer higher level ones is much more likely than levelling your personas quickly enough to keep up. I made Oberon a while ago and he’s mad good, he’s still statistically up to par with higher level personas and with the skills i have on him he can take any role. in 4 and 5 i didnt pay all that much attention to exploring beyond the basic mechanics but taking deeper advantage of all the very many gameplay options they give you is really satisfying because persona games are difficult enough going out of your way to do all that leaves you well equipped without trivialising, at least this early into the game

-been trying to do all elizabeths requests but 1. i just missed exactly one on accident 2. fuck the golden shadows im not doing that ive managed to enter combat with exactly ONE hitting it from behind and then it had advantage and ran away immediately within battle?? 3. the requests where you get her an item from someone on a specific date i thought that was just the FIRST available date so i missed a lot of those... Also it sucks that enemies only drop items for her requests after you accept the request so I had to go back down floors

-odd that pharos main story link is a couple lower than sees main story link

-winning the low bar of least homophobic persona game. ik i just got past the part with the transphobic scene but i guess they removed it from either portable or femc’s route so I haven’t actually seen that

#p3posting

[smallestapplin]

• Bitty

(*Cries in corner and refuses to look anyone in the face*, okaaaay this went through like several rewrites, I still can’t write dialog or canon characters for the life of me and with the constant running to your blog and onestepbackwards for inspiration… and just like figuring out what and how to write smut it probably is gonna feel very same-y to what you’ve already written BUT-! Here’s my first attempt at smut, be honest but go easy I will cry T^T)

(Context, this takes place before Reader knows about Emmet and still early in the relationship, Reader uses they/them but is AFAB.

Warnings/triggers: Smut so 18+only, size play/size kink, animalistic traits/features on humans, biting, mild sexual aggression.)

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Life was… odd and yet comfortable after pair bonding with the Alpha hybrid Zoroark of the area, Ingo. An incredibly large and intimidating fellow but with the kindest heart you’d ever had the fortune of meeting in person let alone having him choose you as his mate.

There was still an adjustment period right now, he’d helped you move from your burrow and into one of the nearby caves so the two of you could better cohabitate but that seemed to come with its own issues, mostly it was needing a stool to get at anything. Ingo did his best to help you but with the size of his territory he was gone most days, admittedly behind his back you were using your burrow more often or not still but like Today you returned to live with him when his rounds brought him back and the two of you could spend the next two days and the night together.

He was actually running a bit late today which had you slightly worried, you’d keep yourself busy though preparing dinner for later; the two of you might not eat the same things but it didn’t take you much more effort to just make meals more catered to omnivores, it didn’t hurt either of you so long as you only ate such things a few times a week… which given his absence most of the time is what it figured out to about.

A sigh as you finished and he still wasn’t home you stepped down from the kitchenette area and dragged your stool so you could hop up onto the couch, it was pretty minimalistic, more a wooden bench with furs thrown on it but it was comfortable all the same as you sprawled out with a contented sigh and closed your eyes to rest.

It’s well you are resting Ingo returns, silent as the late night as he steps soundlessly through the thin hidden entrance to your shared den and he finds you napping, pink fur making you stand out like a beacon against the dark furs of the couch. He smiles softly thinking of not disturbing you but all the same he pads over so he can softly cup the side of you face in a single large hand, stroking your cheek before leaning down to kiss your temple in a loving manner.

You groaned and eyes fluttered open only half lidded with a tired look before you saw him and gasped, despite the large Alphas attempt to pull back your hands fling out to grab his shirt and tug for him to come back, which he obediently does a love struck look on his face as you demand to know what took him so long! Where had he been! And you missed him dearly.

He could barely get a word out between but was smiling despite the scolding tone as you lead him up and onto the couch, resting his body over yours like a weighted blanket, his arms propping himself up slightly on his elbows making his mass comfortable instead of crushing and leaving you feeling secure as you so easily fit under him wholly and truly hidden beneath his bulk.

In the excitement of your tender yet quick kisses he moved his arms allowing him to cradle the back of your head with large palms well his fingers curled able to stroke your long ears base well his thumbs moved under your chin to tilt back so he could kiss you proper.

It was supposed to be short and sweet, yet he found himself dragging it out he’d missed you so much and the sweet taste of your lips was swiftly becoming deeper as he kissed harder threatening a bruise from the passion, you hummed; back arching as a move to be closer your chests pressed tight you snug and pinned between his bulk and the unmoving frame of the couch.

You moaned softly and he shifted to suck on your lower lip before he took advantage of your gasp to move back and slip his tongue in you mouth lengthening the session until you were forced to break it for air.

Cheat lightly heaving you shift to wrap your arms around his neck nuzzling into his shoulder as you teasingly joke he must have really missed you to greet you like that~

He blushed the beginnings of a muffled apology cut off as you locked lips with him and ground your hips against him drawing a deeper blush and a moan out of him.

Oh you were not letting him back outta this, well you two hadn’t done the deed yet you wanted to fix that, now.

But you could already see him getting nervous of going much further then your usual make out sessions, you were so much smaller and he’d voiced before a fear of getting to worked up and hurting you in the act.

But you remain soft spoken and confident, it’s okay, everything will be okay, the two of you can go slow and if he gets too anxious you can stop.

He’s the one to come up with a safe word, you both agree to teacup and with a little bit of gentle coaxing he hesitantly leans back down to kiss you.

He starts at your lips before trailing down your jaw, at your neck he starts sucking lightly and nipping the skin, he shifts on arm wrapping under your back to hold you closer despite still being pinned before he simply runs his tongue over your neck in full causing you to moan and squirm softly before he continues down to your shoulder, kissing and nipping and likely leaving more then a few spots that would become hickies later.

He started to trail down to your collarbone and gave a soft growl when he was interrupted by the fabric of your dress. A soft giggle from yourself and he had slipped his hands under the skirt before lifting and taking the whole thing off you in one swoop leaving you in nothing but what you were born with.

He’d paused just staring over you making you just a bit self conscious and worried as you attempted to start covering yourself with your hands, faintly blushing and looking away before he was quick to grab your hands to expose you chest again and after licking his lips started on your collarbone again between each kiss and nip reminding you how beautiful you were, how perfect you were to him and how he was going to treasure every inch of you.

It made you shiver in a good way but squirm all the same under the praise and affection earning you a harsher nip and him tighten his hold on your wrists with another hefty growl that lingered at the back of his throat.

He paused seeming to gage your reaction, those piercing silver white eyes staring at you for any signal but you not telling him to stop or using your safe word seemed to spur him on as he started down your chest, he had to pull you out from under him a bit to get at your breasts, removing his hands as restraints to instead hold your torso, mouth at work on a nipple, sucking and nipping and teasing with his tongue before switching to the other. He couldn’t get over the taste of you and opened his mouth able to take your whole left breast in sucking on it as his tongue still worked and teased the bud at its tip.

You squirmed and moaned until he let go and nipped at your skin again before moving his hands to squish the flesh orbs together and then run his tongue between with a low rumble of blissed out glee.

Having his fill he started down your stomach hands sliding down to grip you hips as you’re pushed you up and out from under him and into a seated position as he starts on you thighs, you’re squirming, despite for him to get on with it with soft pleas but a sharper nip to your inner thigh makes you yelp before you feel him kissing and licking the spot to sooth it quick enough.

He’s so close though you can feel your core and clit throbbing for attention and whimper and call his name.

Seeming to acknowledge your pleas he holds you hips spreading them as wide as he comfortably can kissing along an inner thigh until he works his way to your heat.

Then, from hole to clit he runs his tongue making your back arch and head throw back as you moan grinding you hips against his face well your hands move up in an attempt to muffle yourself.

Not that it was all that necessary or long lasting as Ingo’s loud grumbling moan fueled growls you were practically drowned you out noise wise. His hands slip up, moving from your thighs to cup your ass and force your hips up as exploratory licks turned to full on tongue fucking as he nuzzled in and reached his tongue as far into your core as he could manage.

It was so much very quickly and you couldn’t help but squirm and buck against his face as the wave of pleasure hit and you’d find your hand gripping his hair tight trying to force his head down more leaving him moaning against your clit.

Your breath quickened, your chest started to rise and fall heavily and your vision blurred before calling out to your mate you were about to go over the edge.

His response was to throw your legs over his shoulders and sink his tongue in deep before you clenched down and came.

He slowed as you came down, lapping up your slick in a way that made your over stimulated body shutter but get a few moments of rest. Chest still heaving a bit you even out your breathing loosening your grip to gently stroke his hair instead causing your mate to give an odd growl of a purr that made you smile.

It was fine until you tried to wiggle loose foolishly thinking the event was over and instead finding his growl a lot less of a purr as he stopped his clean up to go at your sensitive clit again making you gasp and then moan as the over sensitivity causes you to arch backwards, toes stretching out before curling as you weakly called Ingo’s name.

No call to stop however and he brought a hand to you folds, lathering up two fingers until they were good and coated before slipping in one before the other allowing for time to adjust before slowly beginning to stretch you open proper.

The fingering fucking was even more intense then his tongue they wouldn’t stop hitting or curling just so against your sweet spot, needless to say you were loud between the none stop attention to your clit and core, you felt tears sting the corner of your eyes and you moans turn a more simple short cry between each adjustment or harder thrust and stretch, he was really over working you and it wasn’t long before you rolled your hips against his fingers to push them in deeper before clenching down again.

This time the pleasure so rich his hand came up coated and soaked from your excitement.

He pulled back, sitting up and taking the moment to lick his hand and then face clean, slowly and never breaking eye contact as you blushed a deep red and had to fight yourself not to cover your face in embarrassment.

Seeing you breathing heavily, flushed and eyes sparkling with lust tainted tears Ingo couldn’t get enough of you, he finally shrugged off his shirt and started to undo his pants sighing in relief as he was freed from the constructive hold they’d had on him.

He wanted you so badly, but even in his own state he know to take things slowly, this was your first time with him after all, he was going to make sure every part of it was pleasurable for you even if he did want to stuff you fast and full.

He’d slowly pull you by your ankles back onto your back, leaning over you in a guarded admittedly slightly possessive manner as he nuzzled into you neck inhaling deeply before beginning to kiss and lick across your skin again, attempting to get you to relax without completely winding back down.

It worked as your tired body started to ease up, but the teasing of his kisses and the following of wandering hands across and over your body before finding your chest and being to play with your nipples; well the teasing certainly kept you in the mood.

Kissing back up to your lips Ingo pressed deep causing you to gasp and then moan as he let his tongue in exploring your mouth with it before rolling over your tongue with his own causing a tangled mess between pressed lips and clicking teeth.

You’d have to turn your head to break away for air, a strange of saliva connecting you two like a spiders silk not getting a chance to break as Ingo chased you down after deciding you’d gotten enough air.

It was during the second sloppy make out his hands would slide down your sides resting on your hips again as he slowly moved and adjusted you to were he needed but could still each.

Then he rutted against your folds, his large cock slipping between the folds following the natural line up until the blunt tip of his member hit your clit and rubbed past.

You moaned loudly muffled both by the kiss and his own chest vibrating response as you felt claws start to dig into your thighs leader to a louder response of pleasure to the stimulants mixing

He starts slowly rolling his hips repeating the previous action again and again each hit to your clit making you whine and squirm all the while he growls deeper into the kiss holding you in place as he works to coat his dick to make actual penetration go smoothly.

With a huff however he quickly lifts off you, the sudden lack of his weight and heat, the feel of his hand or member on you makes you shiver from sudden chill and a desperate neediness for him to finish what he started.

You didn’t get the opportunity to vocally complain past a soft whine however, the larger hybrid easily picking you up with one arm as he changed positions.

You were placed just slightly above his lap, on his stomach as he shifted his elbows to the backs of your knees to pull up and back before open exposing your wet hole and well putting everything else o  display too. He rested his chin on the top of your head the incline letting you know he was looking down to get a good view as he lined himself up and slowly started to ease the head in.

You gasped, he gave a grumbling moan before through gritted teeth he asked you to ease up, he was barely in and he thought you were clenching. You weren’t though! He was just so big and as you whimpered your reply he huffed giving a short thrust to help him pull inside you as he had too seemingly fight for each inch in.

You were seeing stars, the alpha Zoroark hybrid however, your loving mate Ingo was going absolutely feral of the feeling of you around him, you moans and whimper not helping him keep his head about this as you felt like you were made for him and he worried he might just lose his loud as soon as you bottomed out.

He gets you down to his lap though, knees almost to your ears as he otherwise forces you hips down and just shutters at the sensation of being in able to feel every internal twitch and pulse your body gives at accepting him.

You whimper and move enough to pull him out a tiny bit before back in and he doesn’t need the message repeated as he pulls out almost completely leaving only the tip before slamming back in causing you to shriek, head lulling back onto his shoulder as your body went limp and you couldn’t do much more the kiss or nip back at his neck as he had a his way with your hole.

He wasn’t letting up again reducing you to little more then a sex toy and he let his arms untwine from your legs just so he could grab you hips and lift you before shoving you back down on his lap forcing himself in as deep as he could.

At some point he shifted again, beyond words and dizzy from the never ending bliss you could only mewl and claw at the furs you were placed chest down on as he made sure you hips stayed up well his chest pressed hard against your back pinning you down.

He kept thrusting deeper and harder until you couldn’t take it anymore and bit down hard onto the armrest of the couch, wood cracking from the pressure as you finally did clench around him making the alpha gasp and freeze as you milked him for his worth.

It took him a moment but he’d give three more good thrusts against the clenching of your orgasm before locking himself in place as he reached his own and coated your insides, his teeth sinking deep into your bond mark to finalize the moment.

Both gasping and overheat, he adjusts so you both lay on your sides, chest to chest now him, you felt stretched and empty without him but the break was needed as you nuzzled against his chest. He rumbled a purr keeping you pressed between himself and the back of the couch leaving you warm and guarded until you felt really to move in your own time~

THIS WAS AMAZING FOR YOUR FIRST SHOT AT THIS WOOOOBOOOAH!

OH THIS IS GREAT I AM IN LOVE.

You did great!

This is great!

Im losing it and it’s only 8am, thank you for the foooood.

#smut #spicy #🔞🔞🔞 #bitty anon #pokemon hybrid au #ingo.thirst

[savlina]

general meeting

Part 1

Summary: Sofia's first appearance on the 141 base

Characters: Task force 141, Sofia.

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October 12

8:10

The car pulled up to the place where the young man and Sofya were to meet. However, to his disappointment, the agent he was supposed to bring to the headquarters was not there. Deciding not to waste any time, he contacted Price.

- Hello, Johnnathan.

⁃ What's wrong?

- She's not here.

- Wait a couple of minutes," Price replied with a smile on his face, anticipating his comrade's surprise when he would see the one he were supposed to pick up.

- Could a good specialist, a competent person be late for these meetings?

- Maybe they're no longer important in her life. You've never been this nervous before. An event like this makes you nervous, doesn't it?)

- I just don't feel like standing around for a long time. You know, from the way everyone talks about her and her affairs, I'm surprised I'm the only one sent to meet her.

- Worried you won't make it to headquarters?)

Certainly - The man replied ironically.

- Are you sure she's nowhere to be found?

- You know what I'm sure of is that she's not in the car.

From the back seat of the car, he heard a quiet yet shrill voice enveloping the space with a thin thread of sound, "What guarantees do you give?

- Fuck... - The man jerked abruptly.

Turning around abruptly, a picture of a masked girl appeared before his eyes.

Price, it's okay, I'm just blind.

At the same time a quiet laughter was heard behind his back.

Pryce: I am not surprised, the usual) A sane person can never be one hundred percent sure of anything). Come on over, we're waiting for you.

(end call)

- A sane person can never be one hundred percent sure of anything

-My puncture

Putting the phone away, the man turned his head and said: “We already met yesterday”

The woman shook him hand in response: “I remember, shouldn't I be picked up by the middlemen?”

- Usually they do, but we decided that I would pick you up personally.

Looking into his eyes the woman covered her mouth with her hand to keep from laughing and quickly turned away to the window. (This was very unusual for her, but standard at the same time. Sofia could laugh at anything. But sometimes a smile wouldn't appear on her face for weeks)

Gary: I don't usually get scared like this. I just didn't understand how you got into an armored car with two guard units)?

Sofia: I'm just starting to warm up. And generally the less you know, the better you sleep).

Gary: I'm tired of sleeping).

Sofia: It's good that you can sleep at all.

Gary: Do you have a problem with that?

Sophia clearly didn't want to bring him up to speed, so she changed the subject: How long a drive is it?

- About 40 minutes.

- If I don't keep my eyes on the road, we won't turn off.)

- Even if we do swerve, you won't be scared, right?

Sofia: right.

Surprisingly, they got to talking, and Sofya even found herself drawn into a conversation with the man. Surprisingly. Usually she chose very carefully who to dialog with. She carefully watched his facial expressions and gaze, analyzing his every reaction. She often does this with new people), but saw only expressions of sincerity and interest. For nix in dialogues there are several types of people: people from whom she needs some information and that's it; people with whom you can talk only on certain topics; and the third type, to which Gary belongs, a person with whom Sophie has a great communication from the first seconds of acquaintance. He is quite an open person, with a sense of humor, observes tact in conversation, supports many topics of conversation, and knows a lot about many things.

-Can I ask you a personal question?

- Yes, but I'm not sure I can answer it.

- Why are you wearing a mask? I understand if you don't want to answer.

- There are many reasons. There's a personal situation. But I won't go into all the details.

- understand. I asked about it because we have another member of the team who hides his face 24 hours a day, no one has seen him except the closest people, and even then it was a glance for only two seconds and due to forced circumstances. And if to speak superficially, you can see from him that the mask on his face is not because of his beautiful past. I've only known you for 15 minutes, but I'm already worried about you as the newest member of our team.

- Sophie was immediately thrown off balance. What excessive concern, or it's a normal display of human attention, or maybe I've never met it, or I just don't let people say that to me, or I didn't want to see it... (Even if there's something wrong with her, he'll never know about it.) So there was a one-size-fits-all answer to all the questions - I'm fine.

But she also decided to clarify something, because when he spoke of the masked man, she was immediately reminded of those beautiful eyes-are you talking about Simon?

- Yeah. And don't call him by his first name in front of him, okay? Besides, we're all used to calling him Ghost by now. It's a long story, and now is not the time to bring it up.

no problem. (Sophie's head works all the time, even when she doesn't have to. Once again she began to analyze the situation, what could have happened to this man, what the story behind him was. Although she was told that it was none of her business, she couldn't stop the process.)

Seeing that the girl was concentrating, Gary wanted to distract her from her obsessive thoughts, and started talking again - I'm sure you'll like it here.

- As sure as you are about the car?)

The space filled with laughter.

(Gary's thoughts: Hmm, she switches emotions so easily, just now she had a face like she had lost her favorite weapon and now she had a smile to half her face, maybe her emotional state was affected by her job) - Have you been working in this field for a long time?

- очень... (Russian speech). Oh, ahem. Enough.

The silence confused her, Sophie looked up and saw Gary looking at her with rounded eyes.

- Excuse me?

Sophie said, wondering why she had dropped the word. But the face of the man looking at her quickly changed to an approving expression: - Wow, is that Russian?

- Yeah, did you recognize him right away? Did you ever talk to him before?

- Yes, I tried to communicate, worked with Russian guys. What other languages do you speak?

- Spanish, Latin, a little Chinese because of a friend.

- Latin? Why do you need it? Wouldn't it be interesting to hear?

Sophie doesn't usually talk about herself very much, especially to strangers, but this man was so genuinely interested in such trivia, and especially in her future colleague, with whom she would have to go through a lot. So, cause and effect. But then Sophie's next question followed, and it's like the second stage of her story about something.

- It's a boring story, I don't think you'd want that information.

- Usually when people say that to me, especially my work partners, I put up with it at first, but at one point I decided to insist, and hah to put it mildly, I was surprised by the story behind it. So I'm waiting.

- Okay. (Thoughts: " Can open the curtain a little bit?”)

- Story from college

I tend to put a huge emphasis on the people around me and have been since a young age. I can't just look at people who give up without trying. This was the case with one of my friends, he decided to enter the medical school, he had grandiose plans for his life, huge expensive moral views that not everyone can meet. I saw in him a future outstanding doctor, but he was the kind of guy who needed a push at the beginning of his journey. Before enrollment, he had to learn Latin, it is not an easy language, so my friend began to doubt himself, began to worry about the fact that he will fail the exams, etc. Because of the excitement, learning this language was even worse, at this point I came and realized that something must be done about it. At that time I started working in my specialty and worked part-time as a sysadmin in a small company. I had a plan to start studying this language together with him, to save up money to organize a tour for him in the cities where the Latin language was born, so to speak, to immerse him in history and to reveal my sympathy for this language. And when you're in love, there are no barriers. I knew that he wanted to go on such a trip and was even saving up for it, but he didn't have even a third of the amount needed because he simply couldn't work because of his college preparations. I started to realize what I was up to, and so about two months passed. And that very day I called him to our favorite place (on a rooftop on the edge of the city, where they admired sunsets), when we arrived, I immediately handed him an envelope with the necessary amount, saying: without further ado, take this and by combining our money, we will fulfill your wish. But there was no smile on his face, he froze, unable to utter a word. I thought I screwed up, maybe I miscalculated the timing and he took his prep courses, maybe there's a family problem that we can't go, maybe.... And suddenly my mental process was cut short. I heard loud, gushing laughter. - One of the few moments where I was completely baffled.

- Sophie, darling, I-- hahaha I spent that money on a therapist for you.

I stood there in complete shock, my brain refusing to accept this turn of events.

- wh-what? Why? What makes you think?

- Sweetie hahahaha we were just trying to help each other out.

And then it hit me. The point is, for two months I've been so focused on making money, I've been so out of the world, I've been so focused on getting things done…I almost stopped spending time with my comrades, eating, sleeping, and learning Latin took up a lot of my time and energy. My appearance gave away that I was not feeling well and... he decided that I needed professional help because he could not get anything out of me. He knew that psychologists are the same people and that I wouldn't tell them much either, but it was the best option.

We laughed together. As time went on, we cleared things up and found a person for those therapist sessions he really needed, as well as sorted out the money for the trip. Let's just say we killed two birds with one stone.

I will never forget the first time we started communicating in Latin, it was a lot of fun. I was very happy with his results, he mastered the level required for admission in less than three weeks.

- You mastered it together. You contributed greatly to its enrollment. That's an amazing story Sofia, why did you call it boring?

- l... (thinks: really, why? He doesn't need to know the answer to that question) I didn't want to raise expectations in advance. Do you have any stories related to different languages?

- I have a few for you.

(Sophie's thoughts: great, topic change)

Before Sofia and Gary knew it, time had passed and they were already there.

Gary got out of the car and walked up to some military men standing at the checkpoint to show his pass.

Sofia looked out the front window and tried to see the main buildings, but it wasn't possible as they were covered by a five-meter fence and guard towers. A bulky entrance with several levels of defense opened before her eyes. The importance, character, reputation, and uniqueness of the establishment were immediately apparent from these structures.

Gary got in the car and turned to Sofia , "How do you feel about the fact that I didn't even have to introduce you to these guys?

-What are you talking about?

Word of your arrival reached all the employees.

silence.

- Does that upset you?

- No, I just don't know how to describe my reaction. I guess you guys get that a lot.

- If it happened to everyone, I wouldn't be so surprised.

Once inside the compound, Sofia saw the vastness of the base, and it was, how can I put this delicately?

. exceeded her expectations. As they entered the building, they were greeted by the same four.

(Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Price) Sophie mentally pronounced. Getting out of the car, the companions approached them.

Gaz: good afternoon)

Soap: good to see you

Ghost just nodded and shook his hand (the handshake already meant a lot to him, When everyone had said hello to everyone, Price said - Sophia, you have a pretty strong hand grip).

- you have no idea, she's an armored car.... Sophie's gaze stopped Gary in his tracks. The whole team turned to him with a questioning look.

- Well, okay. I mean, she really wants to meet everything. (Although this excuse was hastily made up, it wasn't a lie, Sofia was really interested in the base) The building they started the tour with was amazing in its architectonics and scale. how many employees are on your base.

Price: 132. Counting you, would be 133.

Kyle pushes Ghost to the side and says in a grumbling voice, "By the way, the number 3 is the precursor to happy events.)

- When did I miss the time that you started believing that fucking numbers affect events?

- I believe that your ass is going to get torn up by these events)

Sope and Gary were standing next to each other and suddenly heard this dialog that made them burst out laughing. Gary even accidentally choked on his own saliva. His comical attempts to cough up even more caused Sope to laugh as he struggled to keep his balance while helping Gary.

Don't choke on the joke) - Ghost said ironically but friendly.

Kyle couldn't help but laugh as he watched the whole thing.

- I wish now was a good time to kick your ass," said Ghost , tapping Kyle on the shoulder.

Price’s head turned in their direction, and she realized they had to stop. Sofia pretended not to hear anything to avoid awkward moments. It struck Sofia that even in a job like this, people still had a sense of humor. It reminded her of the beginning of her career, when she and her young sergeants used to do all sorts of things on training exercises: skating down an ice-covered slope on their own flak jackets, dancing night battles, holding upside down to food dispensers, to a can of Coke, storming the neighbor's rooms with mops in their hands and buckets on their heads...

Her recollection was suddenly interrupted by Price's words-this building we're in at the moment is the central command center. It houses the Fire Support Coordination; Air Force Liaison; Military Legal Services; Finance; Operations and Leadership; and General Data Storage. This is where we will hold our general mission plan meetings. There are three other buildings on our property: Further down the avenue is the Medical Center, the Bio-Chemical Building. The engineering and communications center is closer to the beginning of the base; the housing building is behind the central building, in the park. After these words, the staff went to the medical building. After a while, having already gone around the whole medical building, Sophie was brought to the canine department. A nice girl ran up to them.

H-hello

Gary says in Sophie's ear: “You're making her stutter)”

Sophie pushes him lightly in the shoulder and laughs a little, whispering, “I hope not”

Hello, Tina. We'd like to introduce you to...

Tina: I-I already know.

“I told you so” Gary said, trying to hide a smirk. Sophie smilingly shifted her gaze to the girl. Making eye contact with her, Tina was stunned. Upon seeing this scene, another employee came running over

to break the awkward silence. “Hello, I'm Michael” Looking at the six standing in front of him, his throat constricted.

Soap: Is the confidence gone?)

Price covered his face with his hand because he was embarrassed and at the same time to hide a smile. sometimes John makes inappropriate jokes, but they are so funny in the moment

“Stop pushing the smile” Guest said, turning to Sopa.

- Well, it's easier with the mask)

- Today you will clean my thrusts with a toothbrush)

Price raised his tone a little and said: “Okay, let's all listen to Michael”

- Thanks, Capt

Shaking Sophie's hand, Michael said: “I'm annoyed with these guys. And I'm the head dog handler”

- Nice to meet you. I'm Sophia.

- Come on in, and I'll show you around.

- Who is the girl who came to us for the first time? Sofia asked, stopping the guy.

- This is our chief veterinarian, being quite a sensitive and receptive soul, she has always reacted very keenly to any eventuality. Noticing her anxiety and agitation towards you, I decided to replace her.

I scare her so much... Sofia accidentally said that out loud.

Michael: Oh no, it's nothing, it's just that news of a personality that comes to us travels fast. We've heard a lot about you at our base, and your job is too hard for her.

- Thank you for the explanation.

- Now we can go explore our department.

Gaz walked over to Price and said over his shoulder: - I'll stay here and wait for you, okay?

Turning to him, Price replied - Yes, no questions asked.

Sophia was drawn in by Kyle's reaction. There was only one question pounding in her head at the moment - why? Once again her head won't leave her alone, analyzing and designing everything.

To be continued(hopefully soon)

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Part 2

background: Russian village

I'm waiting for your assessment of the script, what would you like to see or what should be removed. I try very hard on them, but an outside perspective won’t hurt.

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🐉 Anon's back

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Jokes aside, hello again!

I agree completely. I feel mihoyo realized that people might not have felt that strong of a connection to the Traveler (even though they're motives are the entire reason we do the stuff we do in the game) due to how little we actually hear them, how little they might come off as their own living, breathing person. And since they probably it was already too far into the game to rectify this error, they instead elected to have the Trailblazer be voiced more instead. And it really does so much for them, because they really feel like they're a character themself, instead of just another player-insert, it's also super refreshing with just how unhinged, how much of a the Trailblazer can be characterized as. Plus, I especially love the VA for Stelle, and my favorite line that she's delivered so far has got to be:

"Wow... the cringe is strong."

The palpable disgust in that delivery is beautiful.

March is legit so absolutely adorable, 100% would jump in front of the Disaster Beast's disaster-beam to protect her again. Would take photos with her, even though I'm honestly not much of a photographer myself. And again, I just find the sibling dynamic that the main trio have is just to die for. Then we add in certain characters calling Stelle big sister and just... AUGH. I think I may have become so attached, that I have trouble playing different teams. And considering how they'll simply reappear in the dialog sections, is that kinda weird? Eh...

Either way, they all have a special place in my heart, the fucking faces March makes when you choose the trolly dialogue options LMAO

And great! I'll get around to sharing some of them with you in the next day or too! Though be forewarned, there is angst, there is trauma. I swear the spirit of Hoyoverse must've come over me or something, because basically all the characters I've come up with have some sort of issue... does that prospect make you uncomfortable?

Also also, I was wondering if you're open to taking writing requests atm? Because I had a couple of potential ideas for some genshin stuff if you are!

-🐉Anon

hi lovely welcome back hehe <33

yes i agree!!!!! the trailblazer feels like... an actual character, you know? stelle has her own personality and thoughts and is an actual fleshed-out character. it's endearing. the trailblazer is just so so important to me, i love her sm <33 she feels so much more real than aether or lumine do. also, i personally feel far more connected to stelle's narrative. the traveler's objective is solely to find their sibling, but with stelle, the emphasis of her journey does not seem to be the destination but rather on the journey itself. and i love that. because the traveler's sibling literally DOES NOT want to see them and idk how they don't get tired chasing after someone who isn't interested in reconnecting. like. i don't like that standoffishness, you know? it's really annoying to me. how can lumine (in my case) be so cold and enigmatic towards her literal TWIN BROTHER?? just talk to your brother bro it is not that hard PLEASE i am tired of chasing after you AJSKAGKFHD

UGH SAME. MOVE OUT OF THE WAY STELLE IT IS MY TURN TO THROW MYSELF INTO POTENTIALLY FATAL DANGER IN MARCH'S DEFENSE!!!! i picked up photography last year as a hobby and i honestly love it sm. i would absolutely take photos with her. beloved. also hook calling stelle big sister and getting flustered about it is the cutest to me!!!!! that's my daughter and i will not let anyone hurt her. same i know i will need to change up my team comp eventually (it is the trailblazer, dan heng, march, & hook at the moment) to make combat easier but i love them sm?!?!?!? i do not want to abandon them?!?!?!?!?!

I KNOW SHE GIVES THE TRAILBLAZER THE DIRTIEST LOOKS IT ALWAYS MAKES ME GIGGLE. THE FACES SHE MAKES AUSGAKGJGHF

this is actually a bit funny to me! anyone who knows me--knows my ocs--knows very well that i think there is NEVER enough angst. there is always room for more trauma. so no, it does not at all make me uncomfortable!!!! do your worst in my inbox!!!!!

also yep! my reqs are always open, so feel free to send in any thoughts at any time <3 you can send as many as you want as often as you want to! just be sure to send all your reqs seperately.

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