#OH AND IT TURNS OUT I WAS RIGHT THE WHOLE TIME. ORDER OF TERMS DOESN'T MATTER WHEN YOURE MULTIPLYING

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something something in the endless battle between pressure and gravity, gravity always wins something something Jake Dillinger is breaking and Jake Dillinger can't stop himself from plummeting something something so it turns out even Jake Dillinger can't win every war

#sucks for u bud #can't relate i am actually invincible #based on my astronomy lesson abt black holes rn #literally my astronomy prof was like 'why do you want to study astronomy?' and i emailed him all like 'poetry' #THIS IS WHAT I MEANT #IF YOU DESCRIBE THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN PRESSURE AND GRAVITY AS A BATTLE I WILL GO WILD #idk if its physics stuff i'm hear to make it mental #bmc #jake dillinger #using his full name the whole time was artistic btw #it's called poetry #oh i'm justifying the fact this makes no sense by the tiny bit of alcohol in me #i couldn't solve a math problem and i was so upset over it i had a teeny weeny little glass of wine in a very short span of time and #then a teeny weeny bit of my mom's wine. honestly i'm mostly upset by the fact she didn't stop me excuse me ma'am your fifteen year old #is drinking right in front of you and you are not stopping them #OH AND IT TURNS OUT I WAS RIGHT THE WHOLE TIME. ORDER OF TERMS DOESN'T MATTER WHEN YOURE MULTIPLYING #BUT THE WEBSITE MARKED ME WRONG BC MY TERMS WERE IN A DIFFERENT ORDER #SO FUCKING FUCK YOU I THOUGHT I WAS LOSING MY MIND #Technically speaking my order was the less accepted order #like it's widely accepted for organizational purposes i should've put the x before the parentheses #but i didn't actually mess up my operations is ig what i'm saying

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Mutual Help | #06

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: @kithtaehyung

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.4k+

⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢ 

Jungkook's mouth is ajar, a soft puff of breaths leaving his small pouty lips while his eyes are shut. He's topless, naked chest covered by the thin blanket but you still get a little peak of his  defined collarbones and bulged biceps that grips the soft material closer to his body.

Sleeping in the same bed as Jungkook isn't new, although it's been awhile since that happened. It feels fresh, yet still the same. You both stayed on each side of the bed, not touching each other at all.

The memories of Jungkook's lips and touch are still fresh, even when the alcohol finally washed out of your system. You weren't that drunk, but now that you're sober you can tell how bold you've become with him yesterday. Even those memories of yesterday found their way to your dreams, where you could feel him over and over again.

It's not the first time you've had a dream like this one, but this time you're not weirded out by it. He's still the same person, your best friend, but you got to see him in another light yesterday. But does Jungkook feel the same?

Won't he find it weird waking up next to you, knowing you humped each other like horny bunnies just yesterday? God, even that term makes you cringe and shiver in embarrassment.

Maybe you should just disappear, tell him that you got something important to do and act like none of this happened. You both agreed to help each other, so it shouldn't be weird. But still, you're worried what will happen once Jungkook wakes up. This is different from the other times when you both slept in the same bed, woke up and continued with your daily lives, not finding anything weird. You might haven't had sex, but you still made cum each other – that's a valid point. Different scenarios fly through your mind, each second that Jungkook might wake up, makes you feel sick even more. So, slowly and quietly, you stand up and grab your clothes.

Jungkook's old shirt feels too comfortable on your body, but this is the least concern you should be having. Your dress from the previous night smells awful, your perfume mixed with cigarettes and sweat is not a pleasant smell. But you don't have any other choice. You're not sure if Jungkook still keeps some of your old clothes you forgot somewhere around here, and you don't have time to find out.

There's a little bit of rustling behind you, and you don't have the guts to turn around to check.

"Are you seriously sneaking out?"

Oh, fuck.

His morning voice is raspy and low, thick with tiredness and amusement. When you turn around, you're met by his hooded eyes but awake enough, to have some sort of glint in them. The blanket slides down off his chest, revealing his naked skin when he stretches his arms with a pleasant groan.

"I was just about to dress up myself." you murmur, ignoring the way he raises a brow at you, clearly not believing you a word.

"You don't have to do a walk of shame. I'll drive you home, just give me an hour." he tells you, too busy stretching out to notice your reddened cheeks and awkward cough that escapes your mouth.

Well, the good thing is he doesn't seem to act weird or suspicious. In fact, he seems to be totally fine which leaves you to be the only one who's freaking out. "Sure, that sounds great." you tell him, giving him a tight smile that makes him snort.

"You don't have to be weird, y'know," he chuckles, sitting up as he eyes you up and down. "I thought we both agreed on this."

You've always admired how straight forward and open minded he is, acting way more mature about this whole thing than you do right now. But you've never done this and instead of being unsure about where you stand, you were just too scared to face him in fear it'd affect your friendship.

"I'm weird, aren't I?" you chuckle, dropping your clothes back onto his black chair before you sit on the edge of his bed. "I'm sorry, we were just both drunk and I thought it'd be weird once you wake up. I was scared that you're going to regret it or something."

It's nice to get it off your chest, and it feels even nicer to be able to talk about it with him so openly. He understandably nods, shifting towards you so he sits next to you. He drapes his arm over your shoulders, pulling you closer as you let out a surprised whimper.

"I don't regret anything," he tells you, poking you into your ribs with his free hand causing you to glare at him. "Do you?"

"No." you answer him, sure of your answer as he nods.

"Cool," he says, standing up as he stretches his arm and legs with the same pleasant groan.

Your eyes automatically drop towards his crotch, soft bulge visible in his boxers that causes you to blush at the memories of you rubbing against him. "Now can you make me your bokkeum-bap?" he asks, stretching his neck this time, luckily not noticing you eyeing him.

In other cases, you'd act annoyed that he wants you to cook early in the morning but you'd still do it. But all you can muster right now, is to ask him the first thing that crosses your mind. "With kimchi?"

He grins, crinkling his nose as he always does, at your lack of objecting. "Yes."

And you quickly scurry out of his bedroom, not letting him catch you staring at him and eating him out alive. Jeon Jungkook in the mornings is dangerous.

The smell of kimchi and eggs is filling Jungkook's whole apartment, while you hum a familiar melody and stir the rice. You're too caught up in your cooking that you don't notice Jungkook approaching you, standing behind you. The smell of fresh aftershave and shower gel gives him away, but before you can turn around, Jungkook's already looking behind your shoulder. He's so damn close, his face just inches away from yours as he loudly sniffs.

"Hmm, smells nice." he hums, lips smacking in delight at the sight of fresh food.

All you can focus on is the way he smells, not the food. The rice starts to hiss, and you quickly put it off the stove, glancing at Jungkook who's standing behind you in his sweatpants. You gulp at the sight, flickering your eyes between his abs and eyes.

"Put some shirt on for fucks sake." you scold him, pulling out two plates from his cupboard as you serve breakfast.

"Am I making you frustrated?"

You don't see him, being turned to him with your back, but you can perfectly hear the teasing behind his voice. You grip the edge of the counter, rolling your eyes as you look at him.

"Jungkook," you groan, causing him to laugh before he disappears and returns with a baggy shirt covering his naked torso. Thank God.

For the rest of the time that you're both eating, Jungkook is mostly the one who talks the most, even with a full mouth and cheeks puffed out with breakfast. You don't have the heart to scold him for doing that, hiding an amused smirk from his cuteness. He fills you up on the most random things which mostly involve his work, and all the stuff that you've missed out. It's another moment that you realize how much you missed him. Simple – eating, sitting and talking with each other like you've always used to.

When you're both done eating, you're about to stand up and wash your empty plate, when Jungkook waves you off and tells you to sit down. He washes dishes with his back turned to you and you take that time to watch the way, his back flexes with each movement. It's no lie that you're attracted to him, you've always admitted that. Maybe not to him, but to yourself for sure. There were times when the confident and cocky guy you knew, suddenly became self-conscious and started to work out even more. It all happened when he met Kiko, certain that he wanted to win her. You knew he'd, it was just a matter of time. It's hard to resist a man like Jungkook, especially when he's polite, charming and knows how to treat everyone.

He's not perfect. Nobody is.

However, even his – what you could describe as negative qualities – are nothing compared to his good ones. He gets jealous, not to the point that he gets angry but he becomes insecure, questioning himself. He's competitive, but it's nothing serious and you often joke about it. But there's no need for him to be competitive, because he wins every time.

"So," he speaks up, cutting off your thoughts. He turns around, wiping his hands with a dishcloth  before he slings it back to its place.

He sits down on his previous spot, eyes boring into yours while he rests his elbows on the table.

"I believe you wanted to talk about some rules."

"Yes," you nod, standing up before you walk up to the small cabinet where he has notepad and pens stored.

You smile when you find them there, feeling some kind of triumph over the fact that you've remembered such a ridiculous and minor thing. He watches you clicking the pen with a curious gaze, snorting when he sees you writing a huge 'rules'.

"Is this necessary?" he asks amused, watching you send him a glare.

"No, but we're going to have a better outlook on the rules if we write them down." you explain, satisfied when he gives you a nod.

"Okay," he drawls, resting his chin on his palm. "Any rules you want?"

"Hmm, no kissing." you answer and before you can continue, Jungkook cuts you off.

"What?!" he almost yells, looking at you as if you've just grown two heads. "How do you expect me not to kiss you? We're supposed to be dating. People will find it weird if we won't kiss in front of them, especially Taehyung and Jimin. They already seem to be suspicious, especially Jimin."

"If you just let me talk," you scold him, raising a brow at him, even though you just want to laugh at his frustrated face. He looks so funny with his chest heaving and widened eyes. "I meant no kissing besides when we're in public or doing... whatever the fuck you wanna call it."

"You mean your part of the deal."

"You could say so," you murmur, not really sure if that's the right way of calling it but you just go along with it. It doesn't matter anyway, you both know what you're talking about. "I think it'd be weird if we kissed whenever."

"I don't have any reason to kiss you," he says, eyes widening once again when he sees you frown. "I mean.. when we're not in public or having sex." he explains himself, his blunt words causing you to look down in mere embarrassment.

"We don't have to have sex, of course. That's not what I meant when I said--"

"Jesus, calm down, Kook. I know what you mean." you interrupt him, chuckling when he sighs in relief.

You talk back and forth, talking about the most basic rules which includes not saying anything to anyone. Nobody has to know the truth because for one month, you're dating each other. Even if it's fake. Next one is to be honest. Whenever one of you feels like it's too much, you talk about it and try to fix it.

The other one causes you to awkwardly cough, when he brings up the sex part. But he has a point. The two of you are going to be exclusive, if you ever decided to have sex. It's just to be safe. Honestly, you can't even imagine having sex with someone else while you're fucking Jungkook.

"Do you have, like, any list of things that you're willing to try out?" he asks, causing you to almost choke on your spit.

He looks so serious, eyes watching you with so much intensity that makes you want to hide from them. But you shouldn't be acting like this. It's stupid to be all shy about it and Jungkook is making sure he won't cross any lines in the future.

"I've never thought about it. I think I just want to find out in a natural and spontaneous way." you shrug, seeing him nod as he takes a mental note of your statement.

"Well, if you ever feel uncomfortable make sure to tell me. I don't want to hurt you in any way. Things in sex can get intense and since you don't know what you're willing to try, there could be a time when you'd want to stop. Just be sure to be vocal with me." he says, gaze filled with worry and certainty.

It makes you wonder what kind of persona he is in bed. What is he capable of? The unknowing of it causes a slight burn between your legs and you've to silently cough, thinking about something else.

"Don't worry. If you ever hurt me, I'll just punch you or something."

"Jeez, thanks," he rolls his eyes. "I think telling me to stop would be just fine."

You hide a grin, licking your lips.

"What else?" you ask, lips purse in thought.

You most likely talked about everything. There's not that much to be said and instead of making rules, you've just talked about how this is going to work.

"Don't try to fall in love with me."

Jungkook's cocky grin causes you to roll your eyes at him. "I'm not that cliche, buddy."

"It's hard not to fall in love with me. I'm charming." he says cockily, and you know he's just lightening up the mood and being his usual self.

"Oh, please," you exclaim dramatically. "I've known your ass for years. I'd fallen in love with you by now but sorry to break it to you, but I'm not interested." you joke, watching him gasp in return.

"A-are you using me?" he places his hand over his chest, mouth agape and you can't help but snicker.

"I just want your cock and you want... you need me." you nod, lips pursed as you make your point.

He licks his bottom lip, biting into it before he chuckles. "That's using."

"No, it's not," you disagree straight away, wanting to use his own words against him. "It's mutual help." you smirk, watching him do the same before you both erupt in laughter.

#networkbangtan #bts smut #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #bts angst #bts fluff #bts au #jungkook fanfic #personasintro #mutual help

[natsglorifiedsimp]

Do you need something from me?

A/n: Hello everyone!! This is the long-awaited or not, wandanat x reader fic. I have decided that I will not write more frequently I mean I dont already but I guess I'm slowly stopping from writing fics. But if I get the inspiration then I will. My fics are poopies anyway😭

Anyways, ENJOYY !!

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Wanda and Nat were very conscious when you are asleep. They walk more lightly than they normally should and always ALWAYS make sure to not make any noises. But today you were woken up by a distant noise from the kitchen.

You sighed heavily, they were arguing. Usually, you'd be getting up and cooling off the fight but today you decided to just take the time you need before you become the rational girlfriend.

After some long stalling, you finally decided to head to the kitchen.

"Stop making noises, Wanda," Natasha mumbled. She was holding an end of a banner and trying to reach for the tape.

Meanwhile, Wanda was cooking using her powers. The tray and the mixing bowl were floating in the air. "I am not making a noise. YOU ARE." Wanda irritatedly mumbled. "I'm not the one who's grunting because she can't reach the tape" Wanda rolled her eyes.

"If you're so powerful, why don't you use that damn powers of yours and help me get it." Natasha bites back.

You slap your forehead. They weren't arguing, they were bickering. Again.

"Hurry up Wanda!" Natasha ordered. "I'm gonna slip here." she pointed out.

"Can you slip when you do that tippy toes you're doing right now?" Wanda rolled her eyes again.

"Just help me!!" Natasha whisper shouted.

Before Wanda could use her powers to help Natasha, you handed her the tape. "Thank you" she sweetly said.

"I didn't even give it to you yet" Wanda rolled her eyes for the third time.

"Then who-" Natasha finally turned her head and saw you in your PJs and the morning glows you always have when you wake up.

Natasha ditched the banner and let it hang in there. She quickly grabbed Wanda and grabbed the tray of cookies.

"Wha- Natasha!! I'm not done with my cookies yet!" Wanda instantly complained. "Shush!" Natasha elbowed her.

Wanda looked up, "Oh, Hi" she shyly said. You rolled your eyes, it was like the first time you met again. "Don't give me that 'hi' we've been married for three years." you chuckled. "Whatchu guys up to?"

Natasha proudly presented the cookies. Extending her hand like it was a present. "We made cookies!" she grinned.

"The burned ones are made of Natasha"

Natasha huffed.

"You're made of the stove" she argued back.

"That doesn't even make sense" Wanda shrugged.

"Okay hush you two," you said.

"I thought we agreed we won't tell her I made the burned ones" Natasha still whispered.

"Tasha."

Natasha's attention was back on you.

"Now this is sweet and all, but there's no occasion today," you muttered. "And we didn't have plans for today" you pointed out.

Natasha and Wanda bowed their head down in defeat.

"So.." you prolonged. "Do you need something from me?" you asked with one raised eyebrow.

"Well," Natasha started. "We want to go watch a horror movie" she grinned awkwardly.

"No, we made this out of love" Wanda elbowed Natasha.

"Oh please," you snickered. "You won't last a whole minute with a horror movie."

What's funny is Natasha and Wanda fight with guns and have powers and unique talents in terms of combat. And why they're asking you you may ask? It's because they get so scared they are attached to you the whole night and morning until they forget about the movie.

"We promise we're not gonna get scared" Wanda whined.

"You fight aliens and other enhanced people and you two" you pointed your finger at them. "Don't even wanna go to the bathroom without me being in it cause you're scared a ghost will jump on you?"

"Please," they both said in unison. With puppy eyes and a fucking pout.

"Fine." you relented. "But don't you guys ever follow me around the rest of the day" you playfully warned them.

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30 minutes into the movie and a jumpscare scene happened and Wanda quickly turned the TV off. Both of them jumped on you causing you to grunt out of surprise.

You cackled wildly. You knew this would happen. And you loved it. Now they're extremely gonna be clingy and you don't even complain.

"I told you we shouldn't watch the movie" Natasha mumbled, her eyes in between your armpits.

"What? You're the one who asked Y/n." Wanda also said in between your other armpit.

"You planned it!"

"Did not!"

"Okay, shush." you giggled. "That's enough for today" you get up leaving them on the couch. "Gotta pee"

"I'll go with you!!" they both said.

"Oh my god, you both are gonna be the death of me"

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The fact that Dave Filoni called Anakin “the greatest Jedi ever” is proof that he’s bias AF. His anti-Jedi rhetoric is bupkis.

I wonder if he means "the greatest" in terms of in-universe fame...?

Dunno if this is the case in Canon (then again Dave Filoni blatantly ignores any *non-motion* transmedia elements in Canon so meh), but in Legends he's:

"Anakin Skywalker, the Hero with no Fear™, handsome, dashing, the face of the Republic's army during the Clone War, the only Jedi who tried to resist the nefarious Order's coup and was treacherously murdered for it".

And I seem to remember that, in Canon, he's like the Jedi Temple's superstar anyway, every Jedi recognizes him on sight. I mean, that line from Baylon about "Anakin speaking highly of Ahsoka" must have some meaning beyond artificial personal stakes.

So from a fame and a "power level" standpoint... sure.

He's the greatest.

I'm giving Filoni the benefit of the doubt.

While I've talked about why Filoni's entire headcanon about the Jedi doesn't track with what George Lucas' intended narrative, I think it's worth acknowledging that Filoni's bias comes from part of his duties while directing The Clone Wars was.

One of the goals of TCW was humanizing Anakin, expanding upon his character make him go from "a character whose only purposes is to embody the themes presented in three movies based on the matinee serial format" to a relatable person, a good man, the hero Ben mentions to Luke in A New Hope.

I think it's normal that he'll see Anakin in a more positive light.

Also (and full disclosure this is just me theorizing I am no authority on any of this so if turns out I'm wrong just come right out and say so)...

I'm pretty sure that Filoni, Lesley Headland and most of the recent Star Wars authors are all Gen X, raised by baby boomers forced to conform to society, obey authority and have proper decorum (boys don't cry!) all of which they strove to rebel against. Add to that the corruption they witnessed growing up and coming out of high school, and you see a kind of jadedness emerge. "The rules aren't as black and white, the world is grey."

So while most of them and the boomers despised the Prequels upon release, a few of them projected a more individualistic headcanon onto those movies that fit with where their head was, at the time.

As such: Anakin isn't interpreted by them as a cautionary tale about what happens when you're greedy. He's a misunderstood rebel, a non-conformist who has his flaws but is ultimately good at heart. Which isn't entirely inaccurate, but it is very clearly an embellishment of a character who will one day become a space nazi.

The fact is... the Prequels were made by a boomer. One with very liberal values and who was himself a rebel, but a boomer all the same. The whole point of his story is...

"we all must come together and fight as one, if push comes to shove; we must all be compassionate and selfless if we are to survive; don't be greedy, let people go when it's their time to leave".

And then he makes the Jedi say that, making them beacons of truth and good and compassion in his fairy tale, now aimed at Gen Z kids.

Gen X-ers hear/read that and project all the boomer BS they had been told onto the Jedi...

"oh, so the Jedi are saying you shouldn't love yourself, you shouldn't be yourself, you should give up on what makes you an individual to fit in, you shouldn't feel any emotions"

Because nobody is that good, realistically, right?

This happened in other mediums. The one that comes to mind on the spot is the relationship between Mufasa and Scar.

In The Lion King, Mufasa is strong and noble, Scar is weak and conniving. Simple enough. Around that same time, in A Tale of Two Brothers, young Mufasa is shown to be pretty nice with Taka (Scar), who is framed as a spoiled brat to begin with.

Skip to the 2019 remake, and it's hinted Mufasa gave Scar his wound, and in The Lion Guard they explain that Scar got his nickname from Mufasa mocking him for a misadventure.

He went from being a noble king to a bully who had it coming, Scar is an underdog who got picked on. Because again: nobody is that pure, right? Fairytales be-damned.

Nothing is black and white, it's all grey.

So yeah, long story short I do think that Filoni being part of the generation that wasn't the target demographic but was old enough to retcon the crap out of the Prequels also plays a role into his view of Anakin.

#made it too long #i beg someone with actual knowledge on the subject either confirm or deny any of the above #QnA #Anakin Skywalker #long post #dave filoni

[meowsgirldrawing]

Small idea for my Fellow Sebastian Lovers! Hear me out!!

So we all know that Sebastian from Stardew is the famous emo marriage option, a very popular one at that if media doesn't fail me.

So during the time him and the farmer are starting to get to know each other, like see each other more, hang out more, all that fun definitely platonic pinning stuff

Its all nice and sweet, like Sebastian is starting to get somewhat comfortable, not a whole lot, but definitely better than before.

So much so that hes seen sometimes lingering just a little longer outside or inside when he leaves his room, kinda hoping to catch at least a glimpse of the farmer.

Doing little actions like these while he doesn't even realize it!

But someone does 👀

Not only Abigail and Sam- Not only the other two of the ASS squad- The two who share knowing smirks and small nudge nudges all while Sebastian is too busy talking with the Farmer infront of them.

More like stuttering and flustering about-

Who am I talking about?

Maru? Ehhh, not exactly.

The frogs? Yes but also no-

Demetrious?...HAHAHHAAHA-

No.

Robin? Nohoho- Oh wait, your right!

HIS OWN MOTHER-

Robin, the beloved only Carpenter of this amazing town!

She notices after witnessing Sebastian cross by the hall, taking a tad bit longer glance at the door before leaving. Multiple times!

Shes like "Hm. Is he waiting for someone? One of his little buddies?"

But she never says anything cause she thinks its probably nothing, y'know?

Until one day it occurs-

Sebastian stays long enough for the farmer to waltz in, at the right time, at the right place.

Instantly she notices a change-

Sebastian sticks near the doorway, waiting for the Farmer to finish their order for a new addition to the farm, and once their finished, he greets them.

Robin stays near the counter, counting through whatever blue prints for the commission, but keeps glancing up.

We just love mothers, dont we?

Her jaw nearly hangs when Sebastian gets offered a crystal but gets a bit flustered at it, taking the gift with such gentle hands as he thanks the Farmer.

He ducked his head a little, gave a small chuckle, and grateful nod- all while giving the Farmer all his attention without an inch of seeming like he wanted to be or hide somewhere else.

She knows. She immediately knows.

But she doesnt say a word-

Not to Sebastian at least-

She does tell Demetrious a bit of it, the more she notices.

What can you say? The woman, who thought her son just wasn't interested in just about anyone or anything besides his room and computer stuff, finally sees her little man find someone he's clearly interested in.

Demetrious is all like "Thats great, honey :)"

....We know you were just thinking of your work, Demetrious, you dont gotta lie. 💀

Anyway! Robin feels satisfied, knowing her Sebby will probably-

Wrong, she knows that man will never confess on his own terms.

She starts planning like its the Egg Festival and she got put in charge of hiding all the eggs- aka, the clues for Sebby to figure out

First- Find out if the Farmer likes him back!

Shes not just gonna do it if she knows theres a chance the Farmer will reject Sebastian. If that were the case, she would let Sebby handle it the way he feels is just.

The next times the Farmer comes around, she asks subtle questions.

"How's the Farm doing? It doesnt feel too lonely, does it?"

"I seen you met my son, Sebastian! Hes treating you good, I hope!"

"Do you like my son-" (Robin no-)

Little stuff like that until eventually- she gets her answer. The one shes been hoping for!

The Farmer, despite their usually calm persona, turns a wee bit heated at the cheeks, scratching their neck and giggling/chuckling nervously while answering yes, Sebastian is a good guy!

HOOK LINE SINKER-

Boys, we got em.

Robin-

Now Robin can do what mothers do best, interfere

(Mom, if you are ever reading this cause whatver reason, I love you and promise that isnt the truth-") what I said, y'know, like a liar.

Now that we think about, Robin probably cant do too much in the position shes in. She doesnt want to overwhelm her son, nor does she want to accidentally scare the Farmer away. Hmmm.

Maru, the beautiful genius comes in with, "What if you sent Sebastian to help the farmer ?"

So she does.

Anytime she can, Robin asks Sebastian if he can either go drop off something or help the Farmer bring something into the shop, or plain and simple like "Sebby, I need you to run this fish down to the Farmer."

"Why do (they) need a fish? Cant they just get some-"

"Go talk to your crush already-"

"MOM-"

He does so.

She doesnt just do that, whenever they're at the Saloon, she'll ask Sebastian and the Farmer to help her bring drinks to their table even if they arent sitting with them.

Maru even pitches in sometimes with asking Sebastian if he can ask the Farmer to bring her something for one her experiments/robots.

Anything and every chance is given directly to Sebastian to talk to the farmer when hes free.

And it pays off- On calls Sebastian takes for Robin from the Farmer, Robin can hear him laughing a bit with them after getting their order in.

Maru catches them jokingly nudging each other as they walk to the table with drinks.

And Sebastian seems to take a good bit longer to come home even though they have a shortcut to the Farmer just a little higher up the mountain.

Even Demetrious commented about one time seeing Sebastian snuffing out his smoke as the Farmer immediately came into view, and quickly striking up a conversation as they were walking through.

The girls were giddy with excitement and Demetrious was.....there.

Listen, I dont hate him but he isnt exactly my favorite either-

Then it came!

The day the Farmer walked into the shop, grasping a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a Tear Drop in the other.

Robin had to hide the large and practically beaming grin on her face with a handbook of what you guessed? Carpentry, infront of her.

Maru noticed the Farmer walking past with a handful wave and waved back so fast and so giddy like.

When the Farmer came from the basement, you could tell no one can wipe the smile cemented onto their face. The items were gone and they were basically skipping in their walk out.

And that ladies, gents, and nonbinary boos, is how Robin (noname), Pelican Town's only Carpenter earned her rightful spot upfront for her son and new in-laws wedding in the future.

And you can just imagine the look on Sebastian's face when he realized how his mother had a hand in getting him and his now S.O. together HAHA💜💜

#oc x canon #oc inserts #stardew farmer #stardew valley #stardew sebastian #stardew fanfic #stardew valley sebastian #Maybe x reader #x reader #Idea time #sebastian headcanons #stardew headcanon #stardew robin #stardew demetrius #stardew maru

[invested-in-your-future]

the fact that blake, who was alluded through volumes 1-4 to be this outcasted, thief on the street, possibly an orphan with no hope in sight, so she turns to the white fang in order to change things before leaving when things get too heated, and then SNEAKING into beacon, only for it to turn out she’s literally a princess(chieftains daughter), up there with weiss in terms of power and money, and had very loving parents??? and everyone just thought that was? cool? like she is NOT one of the little guys c‘mon now 😭

I mean, if I were to play devil's advocate, you can absolutely write a character who is interested in progressive reform and change and "fighting for the common folk" and yet is a hypocrite surrounded by wealth.

The issue is that that shouldn't be Blake, and the show STILL doesn't treat her that way even though they had inevitably ended up writing her like that. Especially since the show wanted her to end up the one who is "in the right".

Remember all the times she lectured Weiss about how Weiss just doesn't understand her plight and suffering and is so privileged? How Blake would have had to fight to get any modicum of respect or anything while Weiss lived cozily in her palace? When their standing would likely have them in the same cocktail parties, lmao.

The character whose whole story arc is supposed to explore the idea of discrimination and prejudice ended up being a rich girl who had a spat with her parents and then joined ISIS (and her parents just shrugged and ignored her for years then, which is another can of worms). But it's okay because, in the end, she realized her mistakes and delivered a speech about how it's actually minorities who are at fault for all the racism!

Sure feels silly in hindsight.

Her getting into Beacon with her own name is even dumber - oh look, the daughter of the (former) leader of the White Fang and the current head honcho of The Menagerie is here, trying to hide who she is by... wearing a bow?

They really didn't think it through.

Blake never should have been that character nor was she ever intended to be one.

Blake should be our window into the discrimination that exists in the world - a different point of view that contrasts with how other leads might view things - someone who didn't grow up having everything given to them or being able to rely on support systems and social structures.

How she views even the simplest things in the world around her should, by all means, clash with others - especially since each of the four leads has fundamentally different experiences growing up.

Would she view same towns, same locations, same historical facts, same interactions the same way as her teammates? Would she get treated the same way as they do? Would some characters behave fundamentally differently around her than around others?

Likewise, Blake would have a completely different approach to a lot of the same issues than the others - IF she grew up on the street, struggling for survival and dealing with prejudice, then she would have developed fundamentally different methods of achieving what she wants and have completely different lines she's willing to cross than others.

And on top of that she's a survivor feels constantly stalked and threatened by her past.

It's such a fascinating angle to tell the story through - to deliver world-building through - and the show just throws it away.

#rwby #blake belladonna #rwde #rwby meta stuff mine

[empressofmankind]

Things I enjoyed about writing my Crocodile/female!OC smut, in no particular order:

If you had to imagine the walking, talking embodiment of all Buggy's insecurities (imo), I feel like you'd get Sir Crocodile, and that's pretty much how I went into writing him. I set out to absolutely maximize Buggy's: "Oh no, her ex is (insert self-deprecating qualifier) than me". You know, tall(er), confident, masculine, accomplished, infamous, intimidating, actually scary, redundantly rich, pretty conventionally attractive and the scar just adds to the sex appeal. He has a voice like that, and no doubt a way with women? He's even near perfected his control over his devil fruit powers! Absolutely aces the whole Bounty Hunting business thing. Rolls in and out the Grand Line like it's his backyard. He's even better at being Disney-levels of evil! Complete with a better villain laugh. How dare. How dare he absolutely nail most of everything Bugs covets? Poor Buggy. The fact that his girlfriend is technically still married to the jackass is just an extra kick in the gut while he's down, tbh. Basically, if Bugs were a piniata, this is currently my stick of choice to go at him with. I just keep finding new aspects for Bugs to be insecure about and it doesn't matter how often Shivs tells him not to worry about it.

As you know, I wrote the whole thing first in three sits, ignoring most of the limb logistics. And then I went in and revoked hand privileges. That sucked? But it was also kind of fun to then try and either make it work with one hand and/or integrate his hook. Some of the instances actually got far better with it: neck pulling, ahoy! is a big one, hitching up clothing for a close second, but also being casually threatening for no apparent reason (and then for a really apparent reason, omg). Croc seems to lean towards preferring to use his hand, and sometimes he misses having two of them for this and I tried to show that. I mean, I get it - hands have tactile sensation. Plus, we wouldn't want to kill her. Not at this point in the timeline.

God tier banter, if I may say so myself. I specifically enjoy writing (sexual) banter, but I feel like I've outdone myself here. Their beats are also pretty even-handed and so well attuned to eachother, like this isn't their first verbal rodeo, this is the end stage mega evolution of years of practise.

The way Shivs walked into her ex's office with the intention of manipulating him with sex, but did so while explicitly and recognisably wearing her current boyfriend's clothes. Balls of steel, this girl. But, she knew who she was confronting. If he turned out at all amenable to her scheme, he'd want her out of these rags stat. And that was five free steps in the direction she was meaning to go. In addition, I am a firm believer of him being a high-key closeted bisexual and we all know what they say when boys excessively pick on you. All it takes is squinting just right and imagining her with a different hair colour, and that just made me chortle. I am probably the whole target audience for this, but yolo.

The way his pet name use corresponds to his emotional headspace, apparently. I wasn't doing this intentionally, but I noticed during editing. He says 'doll' a lot (a grand total of 14 times, jfc), uses it the way guys tend to use 'babe'. I felt doll suited him, perhaps because I strongly associate it with Noir films, older Bond & Mafia movies, and crime bosses in general. Showing my age there, maybe. Then he also uses 'sweetheart' quite a few times (9 iirc), and I am pretty sure he does so in an endearing manner. Lowering those emotional walls a teeny tiny bit as fondness seeps through. And then, like, once or twice, he uses 'honey'. And, again, I feel like he uses it in an older manner, the way stereotypically a husband fondly refers to his wife. It feels intimate. Like he briefly forgets all of this is dust? I think about that a lot.

Did you notice how she doesn't use any terms of endearment? I did wonder if she had any, but I felt like she wouldn't use them. Not at this point. Not any more. She loves Bugs. She did slip up once though, did you notice? She is the queen of mildly awkward nicknames.

It may not seem so at first pass, and it's certainly not super obvious, but it seems to me like he's trying pretty hard to put Shivs' relationship goals bar somewhere on the roof. He wants nothing and no one to be able to even remotely compare to him, especially not the clown. So he throws everything at this that he can? Which, arguably, is mostly material because that's in his nature and fundamentally how he interacts with and relates to the world and people around him. But you saw how fast he was to gtfo that couch the minute she alluded to any part of this being cheap (Mediocre? Sub-standard? Blasé?). Does he genuinely not want to cheapen the whole thing? Or can he just not stand the idea of her thinking this whole thing is cheap? Or both? I suppose these aren't mutually exclusive.

I like that she can make him laugh, and vice versa. They've got really solid chemistry, dammit.

Two people that just really enjoy smoking. Like, they are Smokers with a capital S. That's a whole relationship dynamic unto itself. I am really pleased with how I managed to actively integrate it into their shenanigans. It was a lot of fun and something unique to them.

The way he just repeatedly fails at trying to engage her in a little girl dynamic. Was that a thing in the past? They had (and have) a fairly notable age difference (7-8 years, give or take). And he takes it so well when she just, doesn't play along or only does so for like five entire seconds, or blatantly wields it against him. Poor guy. Just spank her already, I know you want to.

The way Shivs goes from being mildly nervous and quite determined to: 'Oh fuck, I'd forgotten how good this actually used to be'. Like, been there, done that, didn't end well. But man, it's a mood.

Press F in the chat for the fact that she only had one orgasm in this whole thing, and it barely took the edge off. Jerk knew what he was doing. It's a power play, of course.

Sneaking in background information and then doing absolutely nothing with it. Like the comment he makes regarding both their facial scars. But also every time either of them alludes to their past relationship but doesn't actually tell us anything.

Mihawk is a wine aunt. Even Crocodile seems to think so. I am sorry, I don't make the rules.

The part where he just happens to have things on hand that she either likes (i.e. that specific brand of cigarillo's his company makes) or that fit her way too precisely (i.e. that outrageously swaggy negligee). This dude is not OK. My man, if you still know your ex' dress sizes this well after several years, you need to do some introspection. And maybe see a therapist.

The infamous fancy panties were originally a gift from him, and she evidently kept them these past years? I am not sure what makes me frown deeper: the fact that she still has them, or the fact that he immediately recognised them. I don't think she was necessarily wearing them on purpose? She does really like them and wears them often. RIP those undies. I think she's way more upset about losing them than she lets on. I wonder if she'll accept new one(s)? I suspect she may, something about gift horses. Maybe he figures? Maybe that's the point. A renewal of something. A visual reminder of the casual control he can exert over her when he wants to. It may seem insignificant (she will definitely not overthink it), but underwear is very private and intimate. He's staking a claim even without particularly saying so. But I am sure every other man in the room will figure that one out. (Counting on Mihawk to say it out loud in that bored drawl of his. The Bisexuals Straights Are At It Again.) Doubly so if they're particularly prone to feeling insecure. Poor Bugs. Just take this one lying down, you silly clown. She wants them because she thinks you'll like them and she knows neither of you can gdamn afford anything remotely like it.

Did you notice she isn't truly naked at any point? Partially undressed, yes. A little exposed, also. But not naked. Meanwhile, he's stomping around in his bare ass half the fic. I like how he gave her something nice to wear and then didn't take it off.

At this point, I feel like he gets pants problems the minute she calls him 'sir', no matter the context. Some things just get sexy tainted forever, and there's no going back, lmao.

The unnecessarily expensive details. I had so much fun with those? The layout and details of his office and bedroom, for one. Both their smokes are implied to be well out of Shivs paygrade. Any brands come to mind? Or take the wine, for example. Can you guess which one I am referencing? And the lace - I am from a traditional lace-making area. Handmade lace was and is hella expensive. Don't even start about lace featuring custom tailored designs. There was absolutely no need to throw this much Beli at the nearest wall. But he did it anyway, because he does it all the time.

The way he keeps verbally reminding her of how different things used to be. For the better, in his opinion, of course. Like, are we casually trading favours here, or are you trying something?

On that count, did you notice how often Shivs is actually thinking about Buggy in this? At no point is he far from her thoughts, it seems.

I didn't set out with this mindset, but based on how the whole thing came out - I think Crocodile might miss her (or the idea of her) ? At any rate, I don't think he's OK. You stupid dick. You self-marooned on this island of misery and now it's too late. No changies, no takebacksies.

I came up with the title post-fact. Maybe it's his thoughts, not hers?

#sir crocodile #crocodile one piece #one piece crocodile #crocodile x oc #crocodile x reader #one piece headcanon #crocodile headcanons #one piece fanfiction #have some headcanon #buggy thoughts #one piece

[canmom]

i was going around thinking neural networks are basically stateless pure functions of their inputs, and this was a major difference between how humans think (i.e., that we can 'spend time thinking about stuff' and get closer to an answer without receiving any new inputs) and artificial neural networks. so I thought that for a large language model to be able to maintain consistency while spitting out a long enough piece of text, it would have to have as many inputs as there are tokens.

apparently i'm completely wrong about this! for a good while the state of the art has been using recurrent neural networks which allow the neuron state to change, with techniques including things like 'long short-term memory units' and 'gated recurrent units'. they look like a little electric circuit, and they combine the input with the state of the node in the previous step, and the way that the neural network combines these things and how quickly it forgets stuff is all something that gets trained at the same time as everything else. (edit: this is apparently no longer the state of the art, the state of the art has gone back to being stateless pure functions? so shows what i know. leaving the rest up because it doesn't necessarily depend too much on these particulars)

which means they can presumably create a compressed representation of 'stuff they've seen before' without having to treat the whole thing as an input. and it also implies they might develop something you could sort of call an 'emotional state', in the very abstract sense of a transient state that affects its behaviour.

I'm not an AI person, I like knowing how and why stuff works and AI tends to obfuscate that. but this whole process of 'can we build cognition from scratch' is kind of fascinating to see. in part because it shows what humans are really good at.

I watched this video of an AI learning to play pokémon...

over thousands of simulated game hours the relatively simple AI, driven by a few simple objectives (see new screens, level its pokémon, don't lose) learned to beat Brock before getting stuck inside the following cave. it's got a really adorable visualisation of thousands of AI characters on different runs spreading out all over the map. but anyway there's a place where the AI would easily fall off an edge and get stuck, unable to work out that it could walk a screen to the right and find out a one-tile path upwards.

for a human this is trivial: we learn pretty quickly to identify a symbolic representation to order the game world (this sprite is a ledge, ledges are one-way, this is what a gap you can climb looks like) and we can reason about it (if there is no exit visible on the screen, there might be one on the next screen). we can also formulate this in terms of language. maybe if you took a LLM and gave it some kind of chain of thought prompt, it could figure out how to walk out of that as well. but as we all know, LLMs are prone to propagating errors and hallucinating, and really bad at catching subtle logical errors.

other types of computer system like computer algebra systems and traditional style chess engines like stockfish (as opposed to the newer deep learning engines) are much better at humans at this kind of long chain of abstract logical inference. but they don't have access to the sort of heuristic, approximate guesswork approach that the large language models do.

it turns out that you kind of need both these things to function as a human does, and integrating them is not trivial. a human might think like 'oh I have the seed of an idea, now let me work out the details and see if it checks out' - I don't know if we've made AI that is capable of that kind of approach yet.

AIs are also... way slower at learning than humans are, in a qualified sense. that small squishy blob of proteins can learn things like walking, vision and language from vastly sparser input with far less energy than a neural network. but of course the neural networks have the cheat of running in parallel or on a faster processor, so as long as the rest of the problem can be sped up compared to what a human can handle (e.g. running a videogame or simulation faster), it's possible to train the AI for so much virtual time that it can surpass a human. but this approach only works in certain domains.

I have no way to know whether the current 'AI spring' is going to keep getting rapid results. we're running up against limits of data and compute already, and that's only gonna get more severe once we start running into mineral and energy scarcity later in this century. but man I would totally not have predicted the simultaneous rise of LLMs and GANs a couple years ago so, fuck knows where this is all going.

#ai #Youtube

[fivie]

There's a thought about umw that I've had for a long long time and since I didnt exactly have anywhere else to out it I thought I'd share it here.

It's about Montparnasse, or rather, the apparent lack of him and where oh where is he.

Now, obviously, there are many les mis characters who aren't in the story, it makes perfect sense, eg. javert who is implied once or twice but isn't actually mentioned.

But anyway, while thinking about umw my thoughts often turn to R's life before the story. I mean, it has been many centuries and while I can imagine it Nit Being Much, there had to be Events to fill the time, right? Some people he met, some historical events he's witnessed, etc etc.

I've always imagined imagined Grantaire to have met Floréal some time in the 1600s or 1700s and them being very loose sort of friends. Acquaintances is a better word maybe.

But the one concept that cannot for the love of everything leave my mind is Montparnasse sort of being there, throughout the ages. At first I thought, a fallen angel maybe? But that doesn't seem to fit him at all, and the idea that I arrived at was that Montparnasse was a Reaper. I'm going to be serious, I haven't been keeping up with spn for several seasons now and my memory of the lore is very fragmented so I'm not sure how it holds up canon-wise, but it seemed neat to me. He accompanied R during the worst of times, when he witnessed the most deaths, wars, revolutions, massacres, the sort of atrocities that made Grantaire so cynical and distrustful and That Way in general. Maybe they became sort of friends. Maybe Montparnasse was the Reaper intended to bring the kids from Smoleńsk across. Who knows. Maybe the whole theory is bullshit and he's either some rando doing Crime around Lyon or he doesn't exist in the universe at all, but it's still fun to think about.

Anyway that's all I hope it's at least a bit entertaining 🙌🙌 + tysm for all the hard work on the fic it's taken up at least 85% of my brain at all times for thr last 2.5 (maybe more?) years<33

Ooh that's a cool idea! It would have been fun to have a Reaper character in UMW, especially since humans can't see them (unless they're dying or, y'know, dead) so it would be someone only Grantaire could interact with. Or maybe Jehan can perceive Reapers too, which would add a tasty Romantic quality to his abilities – he sees dead people and also the embodiments of death itself 💕 also I imagine a Reaper, a keeper of the Natural Order, would have a thing or two to say about resurrected-ghost-Feuilly 😂

I actually do have my own UMW version of Montparnasse, since he was originally meant to feature but got cut due to the story already spiralling madly out of my control without me adding even more characters and plot threads. I think I wrote about him in a post once but it was like a bajillion years ago so for funs let me tell you about him here:

He IS some rando doing crime around Lyon!! (Or possibly Paris, I never 100% decided.) He's sort of like a dark mirror of Jehan; he's human and also a psychic, but much less naturally powerful, and has started dabbling in witchcraft and other unsavoury things to enhance his abilities. He's wildly jealous of Jehan's powers and also considers Jehan to be an idiotic waste of those powers because he won't use them for his own gain. He comes from a much bleaker background than Jehan and had to fend for himself from a young age, and so has become very adept at using his abilities to manipulate people and is now a very successful and wealthy con artist. He's not 'evil', which is a pretty strong term in a world with demons etc, but circumstances have molded him into a person who does not trust others and is very out for himself, and his psychic abilities make him somewhat arrogant and he considers ordinary people to be inferior and fair game for him to mess with.

As you can see my personal take on Montparnasse is a bit darker than the pure neutrality of a Reaper-type character 😂 In this AU I envisioned him as kind of the same type of character as Spike from Buffy, in that he starts out as a legitimate threat and thorn in the protagonists' sides but reluctantly develops into an ally as time goes on.

However I know that fandom interpretations of Montparnasse vary wildly and all are valid, and since he's almost definitely never going to actually show up in UMW, please have fun imagining whatever version of him you enjoy most!! I just also have a lot of thoughts with nowhere to go and will take any opportunity to share 😂

#umw #grantaire SHOULD have a reaper friend though #that was an oversight on my part

[kokitschi]

ok ok i know the 4th chapter is fucked up but. u gotta appreciate the way kokichi set this whole thing up. like, it's kind of beautiful, actually.

one thing kokichi repeats several times during the game is "the process of elimination" and that's exactly how this whole case is build up.

every domino piece has been set up so they could all perfectly fall over in the trial. and kokichis the one who did the pushing nonetheless.

like. look at it like this.

(aight uh so this unintentionally turned into a canon compliant fanfic...? don't ask me how that happened.)

you have made yourself isolated and generally disliked by most of the group for various reasons. you've already been stressing about the situation and then you (most likely) see something that just makes you freak out (the card key motive). so, you've admittedly become a bit erratic. there isn't really anyone to reel you in either.

your almost-ally is very doing worse than you though. she's clearly losing it. it doesn't take long for you to figure out that she's planning to murder you. you wouldn't call eachother friends but this still probably feels like betrayal. or maybe you're just frustrated that despite everything - the remote control, the electro hammers and bombs, the bugvac - everything you've trusted her to build and she still thinks that murder is the better option. okay, fuck you too then.

most of your classmates are stupid or complacent or both. they've mostly stopped thinking for themselves and would rather leave everything to the detective. who, to be fair, isn't incompetent but it has been incredibly frustrating to watch how easily he's swept up in that one idiots empty platitudes. logic alone should get them through these trials - acting on emotions is dangerous. (the irony probably isn't lost on you but you've always been upfront about being a hypocrite. so whatever.)

you want to teach those idiots a lesson. blindly believing in people will get them killed. so, you come up with a plan that could perhaps be compared to a bowline knot - very sturdy but also very easy to unravel.

you've already decided on your main piece - in fact he's been begging, genuinely begging to be used since the beginning but especially lately. so, befitting to your title, you shall make use of him.

(it's his own fault for being so gullible and kind. you've been telling him - everyone but especially him - that he's gonna get himself killed like this. this is a killing game, why won't anyone accept this reality already?? why won't anyone heed his warnings? but most people are unable to seperate the words from the person who's saying them.)

her plan is easy to usurp - in fact it takes care of the important things. the other pieces are set up in a way that would make it impossible for them to commit the crime you are planning. you and your sacrifice are the only pieces left. her intended advantage over you is ironically what will protect you.

things go smoothly. for the most part, anyway.

you might've underestimated just how much the detective dislikes you, is what you think as he doesn't give your proposition even a single thought before he leaves. oh well, you've never been one to easily give up.

you force yourself into the role of his partner. your nerves are definitely strung high at this point but you tell yourself that it's all just part of the game. so you continue to push everyones buttons. you needle and twist the knife wherever possible. (it's just a game. it's just a game. it's just a game.) nobody has any sympathy left for you at this point. it's okay, it's all part of your long term strategy anyway. (perhaps one could argue that you've been dealt awful cards from the beginning but is that really an excuse?)

you lead the trial, you make sure that they're doing things in the right order and that they won't miss a thing. it needs to be uncovered in this way because otherwise they won't listen to the evidence anymore. if they shall act like children, then you shall talk to them as if they are.

the first part of the trial moves along sluggishly but atleast all the facts of the crime are now laid open. all they need to do at this point is to use the process of elimination, really.

the detective looks at you uneasily. time for the fun part! questions and accusations fly around the room, it's about what you expected.

and then the detective lies. he's done this before. everyone believes him over you. that's to be expected. but something inside you cannot forgive this hypocrisy today. so you decide to be cruel and rip off the band aid.

chaos. disbelief. objections!

it could've been so fun. if it wasn't for your unwilling partner in crime to be completely dumbfounded - not because he's been betrayed but.. because he doesn't seem to know what you're talking about? huh? huh?

you thought at first that maybe this was just his last effort to try to get away with it. but he seems so genuine. you can't detect a lie but clearly what he is saying cannot be true. it cannot be. he's got to be lying. which means that you've underestimated him. you've been played. your classmates are clamoring to defend him. he will get away with this. he can't- it wasn't supposed to go that way. they will all vote for you. all because they believe in him hahahhaha no no no no nonononononono

he doesn't remember. ah. that makes sense.

you're still agitated and you feel as if you're about to snap.

you and the detective leave no holes in the explanation. it's a simple process of elimination - you've made sure of that after all.

the despair on your classmates faces is apparent. your sacrifice accepts his fate. you can't handle this. it's all too much. why did you do this? why? why? why? everyones badgering you. the look on his face- his voice- and despite everything he still cared about you. you stupid awful disgusting horrible miserable monster. nobody will ever forgive you for this. you knew that. perhaps you didn't think it would hurt so bad though.

gontas last wish will never come true. the very least you can do is to not let his death go to waste.

so it's double down or nothing.

#kokichi ouma #ouma kokichi #maybe one day i'll rewrite this

[oldsargasso]

That is absolutely when Kim realized how gentle Kenta is! That he hates seeing people be hurt. I wouldn’t be surprised if they had a similar “I told you to run” conversation like Kenta did with Jeff, to which Kim probably laughed. (I also still fervently believe it was Kenta who dropped Kim off with Jeff) (grumpy patient Kim would get at my heart so quickly good god)

Oh no nonononono you are putting thought into my head about clueless hottie Kenta. I am going to get back to you on that later.

VERY occasionally Winner is not the worst LOL. (Kenta knows how to endure, more than anything—I’M HURTING THANKS) And yes I agree, it’s not Winner’s thing, it’s just something he’s doing for his boyfriends (very occasionally not the worst)

Oh god Dean really is that desperate for acknowledgment isn’t he AHDJFJSJ. It may have been why he stayed in the background for so long—he probably was more than eager to do any odd little jobs to help out the team, thinking it would get him somewhere because he always got little pats on the head so he must be doing something right, no? If you do write more fic for them I’ll be on my KNEES

The first time Winner says something genuinely appreciative to Dean, Dean lights up so brightly that it kickstarts Winner’s entire character development arc.

ME TOO, YOU GET ME, I want all the details 😭 how much do they get as prize money, how is it split amongst the team, how much does gas cost etc etc. 

(took me forever to reply to this because I keep reading your other ask oh my godddd)

exactly!! like Kenta is violent when necessary, but he doesn't revel in causing pain (unlike SOME PEOPLE*). I can never be convinced otherwise it wasn't Kenta who handed Kim to Jeff (I actually wrote it in one of my wips:

There’s no order beyond release him, then but there wasn’t an order not to call Jeff, so Kenta does. Mr Tony didn’t tell him to come back quickly, either, so once Kenta’s undone the ropes around Kim’s wrists and ankles, he waits with him. “Do you need anything?” Kenta asks and doesn’t flinch when Kim turns an incredulous look on him. “No, thank you.” Even beaten up, bruised and ill-treated, Kim remains polite. It makes Kenta’s fingers twitch. What would it take for Kim to snap?

(*I keep thinking about like. guilt and penance re: Dean's actions v. Kenta's v. Winner's. I think Kenta is easiest absolved by Kim, and everyone else, because while he did choose to stay and perform Tony's orders, in Kenta's eyes there was never really a choice. whereas the other two consciously choose to do bad things. but the other layer is that Winner was actively brutal towards Kim, whereas Dean was against Babe. idk I just think there's a lot to explore there in terms of how they all move past it but it's probably a bit heavy for the fun polycule chat lol)

see!! Winner can be selfless sometimes you know. he's just going along with things for his boyfriends' sakes. he gets NOTHING out of watching the way Kenta easily (gratefully) sinks into subspace, or how Kim sounds confident and assured and his hands move the same way, or how Dean shivers and bites his lip every time Kim points out how well he's done at certain placements of rope. Winner just reclines next to them and watches and doesn't do anythinggg, he's practically a saint by these measures.

he IS he's soooo pathetic about it. god I cannot handle the idea of Alan and co. unconsciously/unintentionally fulfilling the absolute bare minimum of Dean's praise kink, and probably Dean didn't even realise because like? Alan's whole thing is family and that's what you do for family, you help each other out and you try to make things easier for the people you love, and if it felt like Dean was always the one doing all that...it's not like the others were unappreciative, it's just that they didn't reciprocate because to them it was just Dean doing what he wanted to do! he loves all those little jobs, look how happy he is when he finishes something. I honestly can't think too much about Dean and Alan's mismatch of the family ideal or I will. explode.

The first time Winner says something genuinely appreciative to Dean, Dean lights up so brightly that it kickstarts Winner’s entire character development arc. screaming!!! that is EXACTLY it. honestly we NEED to discuss how the polycule forms in the first place. (but I need to know everyone survives the final ep first 😭 the only one I'm 100% confident will survive is Dean because he won't be there 😭)

(re winnerdean fic... I have the opening scene mostly written and the final line! just gotta...write the rest...)

RIGHT like Babe's rich as hell just from racing. Way has a car dealership as a ...side hustle? does Winner have family money for all those jackets or is that what he spends all his winnings on. WAIT HE NEVER WINS. also I think there should be more exploration of the fact that everyone seems to go to the same gym.

#asks #pit babe #pit babe polycule

[kiwibirdlafayette]

I think Tom (and all his alts) strive for freedom…

OH ABSOLUTELY

I totally agree!! I think just like- the nature of Tom and his alts (who ofc meta wise were all written after him) is that they’re all dependent people of some kind, usually as the result of their circumstance of existence

Whether that be like in Tom's case because Dianite (or Mianite in Godswap, albiet different dynamic) is the one to grant him reanimated life, making him sort of indebted to him- or Cassell who isn't necessarily bound to his god moreso that he's bound to his creators (Flash and Ianite). Mot also sort of has that tether element to him because Dianite technically also saved his life from the creeper spore infection iirc but I think it makes the principle of freedom a little different to him esp. because it turned into like a business partners to unrequited crush to sorta lovers kinda thing depending on your post canon

All of this translates to me into their kind of devotion as champions, and again how that's like different from Ianitee flavored devotion (based on the guidance of Ianite and trusting in her judgement to lead them the right way so she can keep them safe), or Mianitee flavored devotion (Like knights to a king, similar to Ianitees follow orders for order, kind of follow his principles rather than specific instructions from him). Dianite being Dianite and the elements of chaos being how it is, Dianitee devotion is like being an extension of him, not via principles or guidance but by intent like being mercenaries in service of him while still being tethered in fear of punishment if its not done right. And maybe yknow they don't mind the implications that come with that title (Mot's case, for example) I think that's where that desire for freedom comes for- a want to have an existence that isn't tethered to their god

side note this could not apply as much to Dianite and Cass in Aitheaca because Dianite takes the Ianite role in terms of swapped god positions (and Cass runs off Dianite's guidance in the same way as Jordan would to Ianite) as Flash and Ianite are more similar to Tom and S1 Dia but bear with me xD

So kind of like extrapolating from that- their more specific desires for freedom are all sort of tied to Tom's need for spiritual freedom- I want to like refer to the whole thing of the Thauminomicon-y traits Marsh had mentioned before, and how Tom has 'fabrico', which stands for craft/repair. It connects in the sense of yeah he's a zombie he's stiched back together but. ok hear me out. Who would have stitched him back together? It was implied in an episode of Isles that c!Tom doesn't remember the Minecraft Project- (because they're memories he can't return to, just big empty void in his head), or when he was alive/ill from zombification, but he hadn't died yet. The person that arrives on Mianite with Tucker is that Tom, he is all that chaotic goofy Tom is, but at the same time he's partially someone else's creation, sewn together in intricate ways to be the bringer of chaos for the god he serves- but beyond that? His humanity. At his core, he's human, not someone who'll just take orders blindly and him striving for his freedom from that tether is refusing to deny the things that makes him alive. And I think the other alts like ya said follow suit, in Mot maintaining his humanity regardless of his ailment through choosing to care for Alyssa rather than being just a ruthless chaotic killing machine when Rux!Dia dies or in Aitheaca the way I want to write Cassell as someone who was born as a weapon for Ianite but loves collecting vintage human things and views his innermost self through music. The visual I kind of go to is the idea of Tom literally crafting and repairing the parts of himself that make him feel trapped by breaking them apart, burning it, adding new things when he takes the hands of friends and yeah!! And I think this sort of aspect could also tie into him becoming Mecha Dianite as well in finding freedom by choosing the person he is, and owning it

#idk if this makes any sense this is quite literally a braindump LMAO #i rambled way too long but i needed a distraction from some stuff that sucked today this is an excellent prompt #so i just went ham immediately on whatever brainrot came to mind xD I wasn't gonna go into thaum things but i got reminded of it mid writng #thank you for the ask a ton #mianite #character analysis #mianite godswap #mianite: the tales of aitheaca #tom syndicate #mot screziato #cassell lomorem #Thinking about this is why like. im such a huge fan of characterizations of cTom that go beyond #'im chaotic im evil RAHHH' #because he's a really multifacted character that I think is a lot more interesting #last time i talked about why hes chaotic this time its about the other side #throwing a bit of syndisparklez specifically in the tag #if tom is jordan's homebase #his foundation; jordan acts as a light to tom because he #is where freedom lies- he literally ignores what is laid out and what he may be indebted to to create his own goddess bring her into existe #leading out of those hypothetical boundaries yaknow #idk im normal. im nrrmal #lafakiwi talks #asks #licantropa

[agoddamn]

In the AU where Tobirama dies instead of Izuna, Hashirama is convinced he can get over it.

Rather than the canon situation, where the Uchiha were over a barrel without Izuna, the Uchiha find themselves in a situation where their enemy still has his biggest guns and even more motivation to use them. Madara is smart enough to realize that continuing the war would be fucking unwise. Izuna still doesn't trust it, of course, but Madara overrules him and the temptation of his dream being fulfilled is just enough to distract Hashirama from going nuclear (because if Hashirama had gone off the rails after his brother's death like Madara did, he wouldn't have stopped haha).

Hashirama doesn't pretend he's not mourning, but he's sure he can put his personal feelings aside for peace. It's literally what Tobirama would want, after all! He can move past it. He can bite his tongue.

So they've got a village with two political/charismatic types, one weedwhacker type, and zero infrastructure experts. Oh, boy.

I'm actually not sure who would take Hokage here. Madara doesn't have his reputation stained by madness and still has Izuna to moderate him, so he's much more popular--but, Hashirama's trust in him is broken and he's no longer backing Madara 100% as a Hokage candidate like canon.

AU Konoha has the opposite problem canon does; without schools and infrastructure pushing people to talk to each other, clans don't integrate at all. It's more like a dozen clan compounds next to each other in alliance than a united village. They end up with some WWI patchwork situation where everyone's got a bunch of semi-contradictory alliances with everyone else, and they don't pool resources in any effective way.

For full flip-flop, let's say Madara takes Hokage. Now the Senju feel marginalized and discriminated against, lesser in a village where the bloodline abilities are the default. They're frustrated with Hashirama and feel like he's not protecting them. Rather than defecting from the clan like Uchiha do in canon, they defect from the country.

Well, that doesn't really matter in the long run though, right? They're only carrying the infinitesimal potential for Mokuton, not an active, valuable bloodline ability. And actually it's really easy to go missing-nin, anyway, because the record-keeping is poor; it's dead common for a clan to not submit its paperwork on missions in progress for a few weeks.

Izuna still never trusts the Senju and remains convinced the defectors are part of some larger conspiracy. The Uchiha run the internal police as a unit while the Senju randomly fill jobs as needed, further fracturing their identity and feeding resentment. Tensions simmer.

And then one day Hashirama turns around and realizes he doesn't recognize anyone in the clan he's ostensibly been leading.

Zetsu gets to him by convincing him he's been played; with his younger brother dead and Touka gone, nobody he wanted to make a village for is there to benefit from it and people there barely get along anyway. Madara got everything he wanted and Hashirama got nothing. It's all a joke. It's already falling apart, he's convinced, so it doesn't matter if he crushes a few neighborhoods in the process of getting revenge for Tobirama. Better late than never, right?

Unlike Madara, missing-nin Hashirama is more explicitly motivated by personal revenge for Tobirama because of his sense of guilt (caused by many things, one in particular being the gap in their powerlevels--Hashirama feels like he was a fool for dragging things out in the name of peace when he could have crushed the Uchiha so much faster if that had been his goal. Tobirama didn't have the durability he did, and didn't he know that the whole time? In canon, Madara and Izuna are much closer in terms of power).

...only problem is, I can't see Madara possibly surviving the onslaught of berserk Hashirama plus the nine-tails. Perhaps Madara steals control of the nine-tails during the battle in order to win, and Kurama destroys Konoha out of genuine grudge for having his autonomy usurped afterwards?

You could make an argument for Mito going either way, I think; she might remarry Madara to bring the village stability, or she might write the whole village off as a loss and abandon them when Hashirama goes off the rails (his beef is too personal for her to fully throw herself behind him). Either way, Konoha is in a pretty tight spot when it comes to the nine-tails.

#founders era #puts face in hands I'm so embarrassed by the elaborate detail that's been growing in my head #naruto #senju hashirama

[knickynoo]

You probably already answered something similar like this already, but what effect would it have on marty if Doc didn't return from 1885 so that they'd stay seperated forever? Would marty ever get over that? Like even if it takes decades?

Also now that i think about it: How would that be for Doc? Would he get over that quicker? Would he feel guilty for leaving his best friend alone?

You know, I've actually had some vague notes in my phone for about 2 years for a potential fic centering on this. It's just a few scattered scenes right now, but it's super sad.

I do wonder what it would take to cause Doc to not build the time train. I know that in his journal entries in the DeLorean manual, Doc mentions a few of his reasons for undertaking the task. His main motivation is to check on Marty, since he starts having a lot of nightmares and anxiety regarding whether or not Marty made it safely back to 1985. His other reason is that Clara starts to talk about her dreams of traveling through time. So, I suppose in order for him to make the decision to just stay put and live his life in the 1800s, Clara would have to show no real interest in traveling, and Doc would have to be confident that Marty was alive and well back home. He'd have to have the mentality of, "I did enough meddling in the continuum already, and it nearly ended in disaster several times. Best to leave things as is."

Marty would absolutely struggle if Doc never returned. To have his best friend ripped so unexpectedly from his life (AGAIN!) would be a very difficult thing to move on from. Not knowing if Doc and Clara were alright or having that closure of that visit would really impact him. I think he would eventually adjust as best he could--out of necessity--but he'd always feel that emptiness in the spot in his life Doc used to fill. OH! I just remembered that we actually do kind of get a glimpse into how Marty would react to not seeing Doc again. The comic book series does a whole story on it where, after his visit in the time train, Doc just sort of vanishes from Marty's life. I can't remember the exact time frame, but I think it takes place 6 or so months after part III? Anyway, our boy is not doing well. He misses Doc terribly and doesn't understand why he's been abandoned and is so noticeably depressed that his parents are talking in hushed tones with each other about what to do and if they should get him into therapy. So, yeah, Marty would take a long time to come to terms with Doc just being gone forever.

As far as Doc goes, I think it would be hard for him as well. Like I mentioned, I think the only thing that could really keep him from visiting Marty would be the belief that additional traveling would do far more harm than good. But the decision wouldn't be made easily, and he'd carry the guilt of leaving Marty for a good long time.

And I know that the end of part III leaves it uncertain as to what happens after Doc and the fam fly off (Do they just travel around a lot before settling back in the Old West--with maybe occasional visits to check in on Marty throughout the years?) but I very much headcanon things turning out the way they do in the animated series, where Doc, Clara, and the boys move to a farm in modern-day Hill Valley and Marty is at their house basically all the time. That's a much happier thought than a sad Marty and Doc who are permanently separated. Those besties need to stick together.

Thanks for the ask!

#asks #back to the future #marty mcfly #doc brown

[statusquoergo]

do you think donna just thinks harvey's mike thing is harvey's fear of people leaving him or do you think donna knows harvey's in love with mike? somehow everyone seems oblivious to it even though it's pouring out of him

Hm... Okay, I'm going to throw canon out the window here (c'mon, let's be honest with ourselves) and take for granted that Harvey is in fact in love with Mike in order to answer this.

Honestly, I think it depends in part on how willfully ignorant she is. She claims to be so all-knowing, especially about Harvey, but if that's the case, either she's incredibly selfish (see: "I'm sorry, Harvey. I just had to know." [s07e10]) or choosing to remain oblivious for some reason. Maybe the truth is too painful for her to confront?

First, if she does know Harvey is in love with Mike, I mean fully self-aware, up-front cognizant, no-holds-barred admitting it to herself, then her repeated insistence that Harvey just suck it up and get over Mike's departure is...incredibly mean. (It's mean either way, but looking through this specific lens for the moment.) Seriously, what reason does she have to do that if not to snatch Harvey up for herself at the first available opportunity? ("Harvey, Mike left... [The] reason he left is because he finally came to terms with who he is. And now that he's gone, who you are is a man who wants back in the game." [s08e01]) She's capable of being sensitive to his emotional responses, we know this from her kindness and supportiveness when his father died, but now that he's experiencing a similar kind of loss and grief (which is very much what this is, in no small part because Mike handled it so, so badly), she's suddenly turned so hard-hearted? Why? She's still in touch with Rachel, allegedly, so she isn't interested in cutting them out of their lives, but she wants Harvey to forget about Mike, because...that's the only way he's going to learn to stand on his own two feet? Give me a break, I'm sure. Rather than give Harvey the time and space to handle his devastation, she wants his emotional connection to Mike to be severed right away, and while she may claim it's so that Harvey can take his rightful place or whatever at the top of the heap, that is, to put it mildly, total bullshit. Mike only ever helped Harvey become a better version of himself, he wasn't holding him back at all. Donna just wants to be center focus in Harvey's personal life again, romantically or otherwise.

Alternatively, even if she doesn't take his love at face value, I cannot imagine that Donna thinks Harvey's Mike thing is his normal fear of people leaving him. She knows him too well (or so she claims), and there's no way she would mistake this for that. If she doesn't "know" that Harvey is in love with Mike, though, then what does she think this is? Again I say, willful ignorance. She doesn't want to label Harvey's feelings for Mike, for whatever reason; maybe because she knows she's in love with him and doesn't want to deal with Harvey's rejection, or Mike as a rival, or maybe because she doesn't want to think of Harvey as ever being out of her grasp, preferring to keep them both in the eternal limbo of will-they-won't-they; they never will, but until she finds the love of her life elsewhere, she needs to know that they could. Or maybe she just doesn't know how to think of Harvey in that way? In all the time she's known him, he's been singularly focused on his career and perfecting the image he projects to the world. Maybe the admission that he's capable of such a deep and unflinching love is too much of a shock to her vision of him.

See, this is just another reason Suits should have ended after Season 5. Mike's whole story arc gets the solemn and somewhat depressing but narratively satisfying conclusion of him going to prison, Rachel gets to keep at least some of her dignity, Harvey gets to maintain the facade of having a shred of emotional awareness, and Donna's character hasn't been thoroughly destroyed yet. Oh, well; corporate greed, it is what it is.

Thank you for the question! I hope this was a somewhat satisfying answer!

#anonymous #marvey #analysis

[circethesinner]

the puppeteer ✿ you're weird - chapter 21 ✿

pairing: steve harrington x original female character (can be read as x reader)

warning(s): strong language, descriptions of violence, mature themes 

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"I think Nance and I would be better off as just friends," Bambi swatted Steve's hand away from her plate as he spoke. She'd ordered herself three sides of mozzarella sticks instead of a main, and Steve had already eaten one of her sides as well as the burger he'd ordered for himself. They used the term 'ordered' loosely as they were eating dinner at the diner since George was out of town and wouldn't threaten Steve for stepping foot there. The staff wouldn't let Bambi pay for her meal since George owned the whole place. They just joked that she'd have to clean up after herself, which she always did anyway out of habit.

"As long as she doesn't kick me out of the best friend spot," Bambi grinned, reaching over to grab some of Steve's fries in retaliation. "Though how could anyone replace me?" "You're right. Who could replace a curly-haired loudmouth with no filter or sense of personal space?" He teased.

"Dustin!" She pointed out immediately, the description being scarily accurate for him. "Also, slightly offended by that. Besides, you're the one who has no sense of personal space. You're literally playing footsie with me right now because you can't stand to be away from me for even a single meal."

"It's not footsie! Stop making it weird!" Steve complained, retracting his legs away from Bambi, which he'd been using to gently kick her the entire time at the diner. She smiled at the way his face had turned completely red.

"You're weird!" She retorted. He snatched a mozzarella stick while she was distracted. "Hey! Give that back!" She tried to say, but he'd already started eating it.

"You want it back?" He asked through a mouthful. Bambi cringed and looked away.

"God, you're so gross!" She groaned. "I don't know what Nancy ever saw in you!"

"I'll have you know plenty of girls go crazy over me!" Steve announced proudly, having swallowed his food.

"Oh yeah?" Bambi snorted. "Name three."

"There's... Jenna..." He said, his words dripping with uncertainty.

"Jenna who?" She asked, trying to hold back a shit-eating grin.

"I don't know her last name, but she's... Jenna," He mumbled, sinking back into his seat.

"Come on, Stevie, don't feel bad," She tried to cheer him up. She knew that sometimes he did miss being 'King Steve' who could apparently make any girl fall in love with him with a single look. At least, that's how he phrased it. "There are plenty of girls who would love a date with the Steve Harrington, I'm sure of it... I mean, I can't name three, and neither can you, but they don't need names."

"Wow, you have such a way with words, you're really making me feel better." Steve tutted. "Maybe I should try and get Nancy back? I mean, who else is out there?" "Plenty of girls... or boys? Who knows what the future holds?" Bambi grinned as Steve scrunched up a napkin and threw it at her face. "Well, I don't think Mr and Mrs Wheeler will appreciate you showing up at their house this late at night, but those roses will keep for a while. You've got time to decide how you want to proceed with things."

"Sometimes you talk like a robot who's just learning human emotions," He huffed. It was Bambi's turn to pick up the scrunched-up napkin and throw it at him.

"Hey! I worked hard perfecting my human emotions!" She pouted at him. "It was difficult after being a glorified lab rat." "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it like that!" Steve panicked, apologising profusely. "You're-"

"Stevie, I'm teasing you!" Bambi interrupted with a laugh. "It's okay, really!" He looked incredibly relieved as his shoulders untensed, realising he hadn't actually upset her. It actually warmed Bambi's heart to see how much he genuinely seemed to care about her.

One of the waitresses, Tiffany, came over to the table to take their now empty plates, and Bambi slipped her a tip. She always liked Tiffany. She was only a year or two out of high school, so she was almost like an older sister whenever they were working together. She smiled and thanked Bambi before walking away with the plates.

"Tiff is single," Bambi gently kicked Steve under the table. "Want me to set you up with her if things don't work out with you and Nancy?"

"No! I mean, I'm sure she's lovely, but I'm not interested in her," He shrugged. "She's just not my type."

"Oh, pray tell, what is your type?" She said teasingly. Steve's entire face flushed a bright red, and he shook his head, refusing to answer. "You're no fun!" Bambi tutted, giving up after prying a few more times.

"What's your type?" Steve fired back.

"Oh, easy!" Bambi laughed. "Harrison Ford or Olivia Newton-John!"

"You're setting the bar way too high there," He instantly shook his head. "No one normal can live up to those standards."

"Maybe I don't want someone normal?" She challenged. "Maybe I plan to run away to Hollywood straight out of school to seduce an old, rich producer to fall in love with me and then beg to be cast as an extra on set? Then I'll be all charming and mysterious on set and make the lead fall in love with me and run away with them instead."

"Oh my god! How long have you been planning this?" Steve laughed in disbelief at how thought out it was. "And will you take me with you when you go?"

"Hell yeah!" Bambi cheered, a little too loud. Half the diner had turned to glare at her for interrupting their meals, but she couldn't care less. "We're ride or die, baby!"

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Bambi had spent the entire morning and half of the afternoon psyching Steve up for what he was about to do. He'd flip-flopped a few times between wanting Nancy back and wanting to just be friends until he'd finally landed on the latter and insisted it was what he wanted to do.

Bambi was a lot happier with this option than she would have been if he'd chosen to remain with Nancy. She tried to tell herself that it was just because she knew that it wouldn't work between them in the end, and she didn't want to watch her best friends break one another's hearts. But, deep down, she knew there was something else there that caused the feeling, something that she didn't dare linger on for more than a split second. It was a can of worms she wasn't ready to open, and truthfully she didn't know if she'd ever be ready to open it.

"You've got this. You've absolutely got thi- stop holding the roses so tightly you're going to damage them!" Bambi batted at Steve's arm. His fist held the bouquet so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. "I know I keep saying you've got this, but if you're not ready, we can turn around and go play some board games or some shit."

"No... no, you're right," Steve sighed, turning his head to look at the Wheeler house. "I've got this."

"You've got this!" She grinned, cheering him on again. "Now go!" She watched as he opened the car door, bouquet in hand, mumbling to himself. She rolled down the window in order to hear what was happening. Bambi was very aware of how nosey and invasive it was to listen in to their official breakup, but she wanted to hear first-hand so she could provide comfort wherever needed.

"I'm sorry. We can't do this anymore," Steve repeated the words they'd practised. "I'm sorry? What the hell am I sorry for? She's the one who-" He was interrupted by a familiar voice. Bambi stuck her head out the window to see what was happening.

"Steve?" Dustin called out, walking over to Steve. "Are those for Mr or Mrs Wheeler?"

"No?" Steve looked down at Dustin in confusion.

"Dusty, leave him be!" Bambi called through the car window, but apparently, Dustin had a different idea as he snatched the flowers out of Steve's hand and started walking towards the car.

"Nancy isn't home," He said, throwing the roses through the window at Bambi, who completely failed to catch them. Dustin should have known better, there was a reason she never played catch with him and that reason was that Bambi had the hand-eye coordination of a worm.

"Where is she?" Steve asked while Dustin opened the door to get into the backseat of Steve's car.

"Doesn't matter. We have bigger problems than your love life." Dustin sighed as though they should know what was going on. "Do you still have that bat?"

"Bat? What bat?" Steve started to walk back to the car.

"The one with the nails?" Bambi looked back as Dustin invited himself into the car. "I'll explain it on the way."

"On the way to where?" She asked. Steve sat back down in the driver's seat.

"Bambi, why weren't you picking up?" Dustin questioned, ignoring Steve. "I tried to contact everyone but there was radio silence. Code red."

"Steve and I were busy!" Bambi defended.

"Gross," Dustin shook his head.

"Oh my god! Not like that!" She sighed, throwing the flowers back at him. "The radio is in my room, but we've been crashing on the couch watching The Price is Right every night."

"My back hurts, and I've got bruises on my legs from when you kept kicking me off the couch and onto the floor," Steve grumbled, starting up the car. He turned to look at Dustin in the backseat. "Where are we dropping you off? Arcade? Your house?"

"My house," Dustin told them. "You two are staying to help me get rid of my pet."

"Mews?" Bambi shook her head. "I'm not killing Mews! I love Mews!" 

"Not Mews!" He sighed. "It ate Mews already."

"Something ate Mews?" She shouted as Steve started the car. "What the fuck, Dustin? How did it eat Mews?" "Its face opened up, and it just ate her!" He wasn't doing a great job of explaining it. "It's in my basement, and we need to get rid of it because it keeps on growing. This is why I was trying to contact you on the radio, but no! You were too busy kissing Steve!"

"We don't kiss, dipshit! We're just friends," Bambi rolled her eyes. She was still trying to process the information that Dustin had adopted some unknown creature that ate Mews. "So what exactly is this cat-eating face-opening pet?" 

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oh lord things are going DOWN from here on out >.>

bambi loved mews but mews absolutely didn't love her, she's one of those people who would grab a cat and treat it like a baby and call it cute while it clawed at her face... I say this as someone who is also like that :)

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