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sinnabonka · 3 years

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15x19: So bad, that it’s actually good

Yesterday I had the experience of my life. I couldn’t watch the show (hi, everyone stuck in UTC+ shithole), but I couldn’t sleep either, so I ended up at 3 AM reading my people livestreaming it on Tumblr. This was one hell of a roller coaster, given the absurdity of the plot and the weakest writing in this season.

(I don’t mean the excellent and ironical and powerful message to the fandom, we’ll get there)

I was aware beforehand what I was getting, so no major disappointment regarding not seeing Cas back this week. Also, it kinda was my call, that he’ll be back in the final final.

The Ultimate Happy End, the biggest win of Dean Winchester. Chuck’s book ended, and Cas is not in Chuck’s book.

Was it bad? Yes, it was. Did I enjoy it? Hell yeah, I did.

Everyone on Tumblr already gave their two cents of hatred regarding the writing, the montage, the solemn aim of this episode (spoiler alert: to please the general audience and bronlies), and I will give mine, too. Watcha say?

It was so bad.

I didn’t believe it was the same show as the rest of Season 15. It was like rereading the fanfic my stupid 13 y.o. self wrote after like half a season and no skill or whatever. Full OOC, everyone. Learn what not to do.

I am so happy I didn’t watch ep 18 and 19 in one night. Could you imagine? That would be like getting kicked in the balls after a pretty good blowjob or something. Idk, but I can imagine.

It was lazy, it was just connecting two dots in the shortest way possible, although, leaving dozens of gaps! How, in the name of God, did they manage it?

Why Chuck could bring Lucifer back, but Jack didn’t pull Cas out of the empty before evaporating?

Why Sam has no fucks to give about Eileen?

How did Michael miss the whole thing of Jack gaining powers, don’t angels, like, have a nose for such things?

What battle is he talking about? It’s was a single stab!

It’s all just so easy, so short sighted. God is bad, let’s defeat God. Lucifer is bad, too, let him do bad, again. Michael is petty, and with Adam gone he’s back to his tropes being daddy’s boy, let him not being appreciated one more time and lets kill him off, too. I mean, my speculations on this ep were stronger.

Let’s make our characters retell the villain what was happening off screen. Let’s put some direct call backs to the previous episode, but make it feel like a grain of sand in the eye. Let’s give Dean a miracle, just for Miracle to be yanked away from his hands a moment later (parallels to Cas, anyone?).

Let’s pretend there’s no Eileen, there’s no Cas, let’s pretend they don’t matter! Let’s pretend “Just us” is a happy end. Let’s have two bros driving in sunset, because after all those years and all their losses, that’s the only thing that matters. “To everyone we’ve lost along the way”, my ass.

(Totally following my call in here, though, I hate being right)

It was everything I’ve hated about the show back in 2013 when I left. And it was everything this show is not now, which I am so thankful for, and why I am back.

All those sloppy plot decisions, episodes with no logic, awkward and ridiculous montage, “only bro” dynamics, bending and totally ignoring the rules of the universe. The episodes with Lucifer, too, for crying out loud.

Forced happiness, fake smiles, a lingering touch, close up at the beer bottles. It’s just them, the Winchesters, and the whole world can go fuck itself, as long as they get to drive their Impala to the end of the world and back.

This is something Chuck would love to be their ending. You see what I’m doing here? This episode - it’s Chuck’s book, it’s the bad ending Becky’s been talking about: all action and no Cas. In other words, not good.

So, what’s good about it then?

In this episode we hear “the old Supernatural” talking through the words of Chuck and “the new Supernatural” answering, with Dean’s and Sam’s help:

Chuck: “What did you do?”

Dean: “We won.”

Chuck: “So this is how it ends?”

We won. The Author (TM) is defeated.

Chuck: “For the fist time I have no idea what happens next. Is this where you kill me? Dying of hand of Sam and Dean Winchesters. It’s kinda glorious?”

Chuck - the old Supernatural - wants the story to end this way. With killing God, with this bittersweet aftertaste, because Cas says all those beautiful words, but Dean still feeds off his anger and kills. Typical Chuck, right?

But, no! Not this time!

Dean: “See, that’s not who I am. That’s not who we are.”

Chuck: “What kind of ending is this?”

Sam: “His power. You sure it won’t come back?”

Jack: “It’s not his power anymore.”

It’s not their call! Writers tried to control the narrative so hard, but just kept circling around, killing one of the brothers just to bring him back. This time, there’s another ending.

Dean: “It’s the ending where you grow old. You get sick. And you just die”

Sam: “And no one cares. And no one remembers you. You’re just forgotten.”

Because that, my people, is the destiny of Supernatural if it ends this way. It’s the ending of “Supernatural” by Chuck Shurley. If it is the story of two brothers hunting evil for fifteen years and finding themselves back in the place they begun in, what’s the point? Yes, we love the characters, but the story is empty.

Everyone is going to forget about it before the final credits end. And the writers are well aware of it.

Quoting myself, If we keep taking the same route - we end up in the same place. How many seasons ended with Winchesters together, just the two of them? You’ll find one, that’s for sure. There’s no novelty in that ending.

(And Bobo didn’t provoke The Ultimate Shitstorm of 11/5/2020 for nothing!)

The episode 20 will be something Supernatural will be well remembered by. It will be a game changer!

I’ve written here about the change of the philosophy of the show (point 6). I’ll be a bit of a Chuck myself and put my own quote here once again:

The message the show wants to give the world has changed. From “it’s all about the journey, about saving people, killing things, no one ever gets what they deserve”, the philosophy has changed drastically toward the “good things do happen, you deserve to be saved, to be loved”.

And this, my people, is what we are getting in the next episode. Because Chuck’s story was about killing your brother, killing your son, one apocalypse after another, Lucifer, Michael, all that shit.

But Dean’s and Sam’s is not. And in their book, there’s Cas, there’s Eileen, and everyone they didn’t lost along the way.

So, brothers driving in sunset? Not the end, but the beginning of their own story.

“Supernatural” indeed ended tonight. But our story didn’t.

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popanalysis99 · 3 years

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Toxic Men in TV Series who are the absolute worst.

(TW: R*pe and Sexual Assault)

While there are some men who seem to be interesting, let’s not deny the fact that there are most male characters who act like their “toxicity” is cool but honestly, it’s horrible and something not to root for. So here are the toxic male characters who are the absolute worst, excuse my misandry:

Kevin McRoberts - Kevin Can F**k Himself

We had to start somewhere from the bottom of the underworld. A recent entry on this list, Kevin is the lead character Allison’s husband who...let’s just say has the brain of a dumb frat bro who is extremely high on pot and hasn’t recovered since then. While most of the sitcoms in the past would portray these so-called goofy and dim-witted husbands as “big fun” and lovable, Kevin is not like that, at all. In this anti-sitcom nightmare, Kevin literally believes that the whole world revolves around him. He plans such stupid unrealistic schemes to seize the day, recklessly spends the savings on stupid irrelevant sports merchandises and doesn’t even let Allison have her own agency outside of his life. Plus he is so petty and spiteful to the point he destroys one good thing that any of the women in the series have, like Allison’s dream job and Patty’s love life. And that latter was because she didn’t bring him a burger! All of this makes him look less funny and more tyrannical. No wonder poor Allison got spurred into wanting to kill him.

Ross Geller - Friends

Ross may seemed like a “nice guy”, but let’s just agree it was a facade. Ross believes that he knows what’s best for the women he dates in the series and thinks he is superior and is always right about everything. He is seems extremely disturbed over the fact that his ex-wife, Carol is a lesbian and is jilted towards her current wife, Susan and snarks at the latter for it. And then there is her extreme control and jealousy towards Rachel, especially in her career. While Rachel is no saint either, Ross jumps to the conclusion that the man who got her a perfect job wants to sleep with her, then goes out of his way to humiliate and mark his territory on her and even if it’s revealed that the said guy has a girlfriend of his own, Ross still doesn’t abandon his theory, unless he believes that the guy is cheating on his girlfriend with Rachel. And then there is the fact that he joined his student girlfriend on a spring break just to have her all to himself, not caring about the fact that what if one of his students or colleagues would’ve seen him on TV with her and that could’ve put him in a huge scrutiny.

Joe Goldberg - You

The show is basically built around how toxic Joe is, but this didn’t stop him from having his own fanbase apparently, with most of them glossing over his actions. But Joe is not a dream boyfriend at all. Once he sees a woman in front of him, he immediately gets obsessed with her and believes she belongs to him and him only. And to achieve that, he stalks her, he checks everything about her, kills people he believes are harmful to her when he himself is the same and when the woman finds out about him and rejects him, he kidnaps and kills her and the cycle begins again.

Chuck Bass - Gossip Girl

What is it with the teen drama industry’s obsession with the “Bad Boy who can be redeemed with love” trope? Chuck Bass is “the bad boy” of Gossip Girl. If his attempted rape of Serena and Jenny didn’t give fans an indication that how deranged he is, his violent and emotional abuse of his girlfriend Blair cements him as this. He slut-shamed women around him, hit Blair once and even traded her for a hotel ownership and somehow he gets a happy ending with her at the end! What?

Nate Jacobs - Euphoria

Nate is a star quarterback of his high school football team and seems like he has it all, but underneath, he is fucking deranged. His untamed manly rage causes him to physically and emotionally abuse his girlfriend Maddy and blackmail Jules, who didn’t do anything wrong but just sleep with his father, which makes me think that Nate is blackmailing her into lying to the cops about his assault on Maddy when she wasn’t even there when it happened just because it’s fun for him. Honestly, I’d like to see the imagine Rue and Jules had of killing him become a reality someday.

Dawson Leery - Dawson’s Creek

Just because the show is named after him since he is the protagonist, doesn’t justify his actions. Dawson sees himself as some sort of a Nice Guy hero who believes he is entitled to everything. He has this extreme view on women and how they should fulfil his fantasies of his Rom-Com world. He is extremely critical of Jen when he finds out about her promiscuous past and tells her that she should be ashamed of herself for it, and gets jealous when his two best friends Joey and Pacey begin dating. And when he was briefly in the movie business, he was a rookie but was already a primadonna with the director and crew of the movie was working on and insulted a film critic for criticising his movie which was actually bad.

Kilgrave - Jessica Jones

Kilgrave is the main villain of the Marvel-Netflix series Jessica Jones. He becomes obsessed with the titular heroine when she breaks off from his mind-control. Before that, he spent years treating her as his sex slave and raping her constantly, which left her traumatised. He begins to stalker and believe it will be a “lover’s reunion” when he will see her again someday. He manipulates and brainwashes everyone around him to his whim and treats most women as objects but despite all that, sees himself as the good guy of the situation. Even after Jessica finally gives him his just desserts, he still haunts her everyday.

Fernando Vera - Mr. Robot

This spawn of satan is the reason why I decided to write this list in the first place. Where do I even start? He is first introduced into the series when he forces Shayla to go on a date with her and later rape her. This is what causes the misandrist vigilante Elliot to sell him out to the FBI and this apparently turns on Vera and moves his unhealthy obsession to Elliot. He has Shayla killed when he tricks Elliot into breaking him out of prison, then returns to have him all to himself by kidnapping his therapist Krista and forcing information out of her about Elliot so that he could “break him and build him back up”, like a fucked up version of The Taming Of The Shrew. He psychologically abuses Elliot into remembering being sexually abused by his father as a child and proceeds to gaslight him into thinking that he was just helping him. The huge problem with Vera is that he sees himself as some sort of Christian Grey who believes that his abuse towards both Shayla and Elliot is charming. Whenever someone failed his desires, he immediately gets bored of them and moves onto someone else, like when he got Shayla killed and moved onto Elliot. That’s why it felt so cathartic when Krista killed him.

Tate Langdon - American Horror Story

Apparently, he is Tate Langdon and he is...hot?? While most of the AHS fans glorified him due to his emo bad boy nature, let’s not forget the fact that he was a school shooter who murdered innocent students and staff and was in general possessive and toxic towards Violet. So no way he is boyfriend material!

Don Draper - Mad Men

Don Draper was the main protagonist of Mad Men. He was an advertisement and marketing executive who had a lot of vices and did a lot of horrible things such as cheat on his wife and treat almost every women and colleagues like crap.

Dexter Morgan - Dexter

While Dexter might seem like the serial-killer killer, there are a lot of things about him which are unadmirable. He gaslights those he is close to so that they could get off his back, obstructs evidence pointing out to him, captures those who didn’t even fit his victims like Doakes and caused the deaths of LaGuerta, Rita and finally his sister Debra. Yeah I think you should stay away from him.

Walter White - Breaking Bad

Aaah..the worst of the worst. Walter White is the protagonist of the series Breaking Bad. He first starts off as a pushover high school teacher who isn’t respected by anyone. When he gets diagnosed with Lung Cancer, he gets into the meth business so that he could support his family, but we all know that it’s not true. He relishes on the power and glory from being a drug dealer and then kingpin and because of that he ends up abusing both Jesse and Skyler, emotionally abusing and selling out the former to the sadistic Nazis and raping the latter several times. He is so petty and spiteful that he kills anyone insulting his ego, just ask Mike. And even after all this, he still claims that it’s all for his family. Like what?

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postmodernmulticoloredcloak · 3 years

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Into the last turn of the spiral

I’m absolutely thrilled with this episode and where things are going in this long finale. I know that many Dean fans are not happy with these last few seasons, but I am appreciating them intensely for their theme, the big question that the show asked the characters and asked us. What is real? Do we know? Did we know? What show have we been watching? This season brought the question to the spotlight, and this episode stares at us in the eyes and asks us. Do we understand? Did we understand what was going on?

Let’s start this with something partly silly: I admit I have no idea what Sam said in the teary speech. My brain was too busy processing what was going on with Chuck, and I realized I hadn’t processed what was being said in the scene between Sam and Dean. Then again, isn’t this some sort of involuntary meta commentary? Is it even relevant to know exactly the details of the bro moment, when it’s the last turn of a spiral we’ve seen over and over, the last turn of the spiral of Chuck’s story - the only story he knows, the conflict between siblings - and the way Dean and Sam stumble their way through it and (partly) out of it?

Oh, Chuck. We were all convinced that what he said was true. We fell for it like anyone else. That the “bad writing” was him frustratedly trying to continue a story that didn’t work anymore, occasionally punishing his characters out of pettiness, the monsters and the theatrical cases and the bad luck and whatever... But it was his great plan. His visions to Sam were the lie, and of course they were. The red herring. Everything was a red herring to conceal what he really aimed at - his sister. Everything else was a tool.

And it’s so interesting to see what his grand plan was based on. Because Chuck wanted something - Amara in his hands, literally - and he knew that he couldn’t convince her or force her, she had made it clear. So he did the only thing he could, really, which happened to be the smartest move: he used Dean to get at her. Dean, whom she always had a connection (and he lies to her, tells her the connection was real, not his writing, but of course it’s a lie, he needs her to believe that her connection to Dean was real, so that she could feel devastated enough by Dean’s betrayal to go back to him). It worked.

(It also says a lot of Chuck’s complex relationship towards Dean. He needs Dean to achieve his goals, he needs his sister to be manipulated by Dean to be able to manipulate her. He knows Dean can succeed where he can’t. He knows Dean has a power over his sister that he doesn’t have.)

To get at Dean, in turn, no old cards could work: not even Mary’s death was enough to manipulate him into killing Jack on Chuck’s orders, and what biggest motivation than grief over his mother’s death? So Chuck used the ultimate card, freedom. The ultimate freedom, a plan to kill God himself, the great puppetmaster that toyed with him all his life. And of course this plan would come from Death, which Dean has always felt a sort of bond/pull towards, and whom Dean somewhat trusts. It worked.

Chuck manipulated Amara using Dean, and in turn manipulated Dean using Death. It was a very smart plan.

On the other hand there’s Sam. Oh, I don’t think what the Empty said about Billie was true, I don’t think anything about that scene was real (or, at least not fully). Because it’s a perfect parallel - Dean lies to one cosmic entity, Amara, and drives Amara where she needs to be in Chuck’s plan, i.e. literally into Chuck’s hands. Sam lies to another cosmic entity, the Empty, which gives Sam the exact information he needs to drive himself where he needs to be in Chuck’s plan, i.e. trying to stop Dean from using Jack to kill Chuck, triggering the brothers’ conflict grand finale.

In fact, the way the episode is structured in chapters named Amara, Dean, and Sam, suggests that those three are the manipulations Chuck is performing (the metatextuality of giving titles to parts of the story obviously is supposed to make us think about it from Chuck’s perspective, as Chuck’s doing). Amara gets emotionally manipulated, Dean gets manipulated through the supposed plan to kill Chuck, and Sam gets manipulated into his own role in Chuck’s story, that is to get motivated by the encounter with the Empty (supposedly) to go and stop Dean. The information he gets in Death’s library are perfectly tailored on Sam’s characterization and role in the story...

It’s all very poetic way, in fact, because in the season 10 finale Sam convinced Dean not to carry out the plan proposed by Death (killing Sam) while the spell to free Amara out in the world was performed. Now, Chuck has Sam try to stop Dean from carrying out a plan proposed by Death, when in fact the entire objective is for Chuck to absorbe Amara. Irony...

Then again, we hardly know anything where Billie or the Empty are concerned, not really. What is real indeed.

Oh, and Jack. Just recently I was talking with @pathofserendipity about how many of us have had troubles accepting Jack as he was presented to us by the narrative. It felt too abupt to throw him out there as a son to the main characters, not even “family” like Bobby or Charlie or Kevin would, but a son altogether, when a parental bond is something so deep and intimate. Jack felt like a plot device put there to fulfill some very specific functions - plotty plot thingies, and giving Cas something more important than Dean. In fact many DeanCas fans have been disappointed by how Jack basically disrupted the DeanCas narrative by almost replacing Dean as Cas’ most beloved person.

And now Chuck basically tells us that Jack was specifically engineered to be a plot device. And doesn’t just tell that to us. He does it by using a very specific mirror of Dean and Cas that, given the context, feels exactly like a mockery of their relationship. Not only by making the mirror a hypersexual, weird couple, where the Cas mirror is sort of reminiscent of the “endverse” version of Cas. But also, Adam says that the plan to kill God was his and Serafina’s “baby” - also mocking, since the plan requires Jack’s death, Jack basically being Dean and Cas’ “baby”.

Such a cruel irony in putting a mirror like that in this very last turn of the spiral, and so very like Chuck.

So, as we mentioned, this episode was structured in chapters based on the characters manipulated by Chuck. Of course the next episode will be about Cas, the one that cannot be manipulated, not really. Well, I’d say that his bond with Jack is too suspicious and was engineered to drive conflict between him and Dean (so much conflict it has driven between them, in fact, although their relationship never broke). But we know, and Chuck very well knows, that Cas is a damn bastard that always ends doing what he’s not supposed to do...

#spn meta #spn spoilers #spn 15x17 #my spn thoughts #chuck is just a shitty writer that doesn't do endings #lol @ my tag for his manipulation of the story #chuck and amara #chuck and dean #spn

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felswritingfire · 3 years

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Your know zebra like the big titty mad man but like low-key himbo and could suffocate me in his tiddys yes that one thanks

I KNOW WHO THIS IS AND THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME MY LIFE-

since you didn’t specify, I just went with some general stuff uwu

General Zebra

Idk if they ever state this in the manga/anime but he’s a big fan of grilled stuff, especially BBQ??? WHOOOOOOO- His favorite condamate hands down

He’s very into fashion and I like to imagine that he influenced Sunny and his interest in it as well

His favorite item of clothing is his leather jacket

Once in a while he’ll stitch up his mouth, and he’ll just say it’s for the hell of it but he actually hopes that it chills people out when they’re around him because…. He gets insecure too

That’s not to say that he’s a really insecure dude, he’s actually quite comfortable with himself and actively does not give a shit about what other people think

He’s also a chill when he’s with people that he really like, like, people who aren’t his brothers, but people who are similar to Komatsu in that they don’t have Gourmet Cells

Contrary to popular believe, he can be gentle when he wants be

He can also be a chatter bug when he’s into the conversations, not in the sense that he talks a lot, he’s just an active participant in the conversation and is animated in his movements when he is talking

Boy talks with his hands when he’s a place that he can relax; otherwise he’s all puffed and stiff if he’s in a place where he doesn't know anyone

When he’s home alone, he usually wears a pair of name brand sweats and nothing else since he’s like a big ol’ lion and he’ll lounge around on his fucking ✨LEATHER COUCH✨

Though he loves to lounge, he’s also really into trying new food and will actively try new recipes- he actually knows how to make some good ass dishes- he just likes someone else cooking more

He’s really knowledgeable about animals- like, super knowledgeable; if he wanted and if he was determined enough, he could be a whole ass Zoologist, but naw, he’s just here for the food and adventure and honestly?? What a mood

But he had to know a lot since he landed in jail because he took out a whole bunch of invasive species that were fucking up the ecosystem- like, he isn’t stupid, and I will die on this hill

When he was a little baby man, he was really protective of his little brothers- what happened? They grew up and became a pain in his ass (he still watches out for them in his rough ways)

Starting friendship with Zebra is honestly the most rewarding yet nerve wracking thing because it’s like trying to befriend a giant ass beast that you can’t read at all- which you really can’t, because the man can be a stone wall when he wants

You have to be an honest person to even be considered his friend- he doesn’t put up with any lying or two faced bullshit, that’s just how Zebra is

If you are his friend tho, he’ll always be willing to lend an ear to you if you need someone who’s willing to listen

He might throw in some advice here and there too

He’ll also be there to comfort you if you need it; he’ll even pick you up and cradle you, placing your head in the crook of his neck as he leans back and pats your back while you cry into him

He’s really soft on his friends and family

That doesn’t mean that he won’t tease the shit out of you

Truly, the truest form of lovingly bullying your friends

He’ll gruffly apologize if he goes too far BUT he very rarely does that because he’s got those magic ears of his so he can tell when you’re getting angry/sad, then he’ll start to steer the teasing somewhere else

Relationship with Zebra

Zebra is a gruff lover through and through, it’s just in his personality, but he’s a little sweeter to you than he is to anyone else

He’ll make sure that your taken care of and protected, especially if you’re his combo and he’s taking you with him on his adventures

He’s very observant of your moods; he’s actually ridiculously in tune with you???? It’s kinda freaky how he can read you like an open book

He’s the literal definition of “Babe is on her period, so am I. UterUS!” Even if you don’t identify as a lady or have the ability to have a menstrual cycle- it’s still uterUS-

What I’m trying to get at is that he’s a mega Ride-or-die bitch

Like, you have to do some atrocious shit to get him to fucking do a 180 on your ass- or just cheat on him, or lie to him (please don’t do either of those things, it takes so much for him to become attached to people, please, cherish him-)

He’ll be MEGA ANGY THEN

But not like his usual angry, like, where he gets pissed and goes on a rampage; this angry isn’t loud- his anger is full of sadness and betrayal and he wouldn’t say anything to you, he’d simply look at you with these eyes full of emotion and then turn and leave

But get fucked because the other three aren’t that chill and Komatsu may not punch the fuck out of you, but you really will wish he would because he’d talk to you like a disappointed mother and it is the worst feeling in the world- (also I will come for your kneecaps, bro, DON’T TEST ME)

ANYWAY, OFF OF THAT TOPIC-

You know how I mentioned that Zebra likes to cook? Fucking consider it a date, because he’ll actively add you into the kitchen with him, even if it’s just him cooking and you sitting there being cute while you chatter away

His love language is sharing his food, so, if he offers you food- you take it and you cling to that knowledge that you’re really one of the most important people to him

UM, HE WILL SIT YOU ON HIS LAP, DEADASS

You will never sit in a chair again if he’s there; it’s an easy way to say you’re taken and to keep you close, so he kinda lives for it

He’ll flaunt you to his brothers with zero hesitation- he adores you and they have to put up with his roundabout way of showing it

Toriko and Coco don’t really care- They’re all actually really happy for him in general- but, that doesn’t mean Toriko won’t still tease him about it (but he only does that once in a while because Toriko has to be in the mood to throw down because, of course, this is Zebra we’re talking about). Sunny on the other hand complains about it because, “oh MY GOD, THIS IS THE SIXTH TIME YOU’VE BROUGHT THEM UP- SHUT THE FUCK UP-”

Which usually instigates petty sibling arguments between them, which are actually really entertaining??? You gotta intervene at some point because Zebra will whole ass chuck Sunny into the sun if he doesn’t watch it

Very soft with cuddles???? He’s like a giant (deadly) cat who likes to bask in your presence

His favorite position to cuddle you is with his head on your chest so he can listen to your heart. There’s just something about knowing that your a tangible person who genuinely loves him and wants to actively be in his presence that gets him all types of mushy

Can you say a protective boi??? Because he is very much a protective baby

If anyone tries to hurt you for any reason, they’re dead. In very gruesome way too- I wouldn’t put it past him to grab someone and tear them limb from limb if he really wanted to

He’s also has a bit of a jealous streak, but he’s pretty quiet about it

BUT, that doesn’t mean that he’ll be opposed to looming behind you and glowering at the person (they have to have pretty big balls in the first place to even try and approach you tbh)- which usually does the trick pretty quick

Please smooch him on the forehead and tell him that you love him- it’s a genuine anxiety of his that you’re going to leave him one day for someone who isn’t, you know, seen as a real ass walking disaster on the news cast so you can pursue an actual normal life.

Sometimes he just need to hear you say you love him to put him at ease, and that’s the tea, sis

To make a long story fucking short, I love him and he’s a whole sweet tart- he’s just a little burnt around the edges- please, I love him, please-

#toriko #zebra #sfw #x reader #gender neutral reader #toriko imagine #I FUCKING #LOVE ZEBRA #SO FUCKING MUCH #HE'S MY FAVORITE BOI #10/10 ONE OF MY COMFORT CHARACTERS

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1littleshippergirl1 · 4 years

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Prompt: "Will you paint my nails?"

Pairing: Percy Weasley/f!reader

I hope percy is mostly in character. I tried bro😂

@potterverseimagine

It was two days before the Christmas holiday. Most of the students had gone home to celebrate but you didn't. Your least favorite cousin, Libby, was visiting. She was the ultimate snob and you two got into a nasty fight last year after Libby insulted you yet again. She was a muggle and you didn't exactly trust her to keep your secret so as far as she was aware, you went to some boarding school for science.

And, well, Libby thought you as were as dumb as a box of nails and as petty as it was, it set you off. You gave her a black eye and fiercely promised you'd do worse if she didn't shut up (as you were being held back by your dad).

So, it was safe to say that the adults did their best to keep you two apart.

Your parents weren't thrilled to hear that you wanted to stay at Hogwarts but it was better than feeling with another brawl so they let you, as long as you promised to behave yourself.

So, there you sat. The common room was empty, except for you. You sat on the floor, indian style, growing frustrated at your lack of progress.

You decided to paint your nails, to be festive and use the nail polish that your mother was hoping you'd use. You planned on taking it off as soon as Christmas was over. Only, you weren't very good at keeping within the bounds of your nails and thus, you kept getting the red and green polish on the sides of your fingers as well.

With your face scrunched up with concentration, you tried to paint your pinky as slow as possible- your hand shook and a thin trail of red went up, almost to your knuckle.

You growled and chucked the bottle. It didn't even break.

Stupid thing.

You didn't notice your boyfriend coming up behind you, smiling amusedly. He was wearing his Weasley sweater his mum had knit for him and his hair was messy. He'd decided to stay with you, not wanting to leave you alone, especially on Christmas.

You really didn't know what you did to deserve him.

Percy wrapped his arms around you-you weren't scared because you two were the only ones around-kissing your temple. "Not working, eh?" He murmured.

"No," you scowled. "I hate painting my nails. It's so stupid."

"Then why are you doing it?" He chuckled.

"I'm trying to be festive and all that crap!" You groaned. "And my mum sent me the polish so I have to use it or she'll ask me about it and she'll know if I lie and I don't feel like hearing the responsibility lecture. I literally heard it every week during summer."

You paused, taking in a deep breath.

Percy held you, gently squeezing. That was how he helped you calm down. You leaned your head into the crook of his neck. He'd put on cologne, you noticed.

"Thanks," you mumbled, your voice muffled.

"Of course. Now, let's take a look at what's got you so flustered," Percy was smiling.

You showed him. "It's stupid."

"It doesn't look that bad."

"Now you're stupid."

"Watch that attitude, missy," Percy warned playfully.

You stuck your tongue out.

Percy booped your nose. "Behave," he said teasingly.

"Ugh. You sound like my parents."

He laughed. "They said you'd say that."

Your eyebrows rose. "They said- you talked to them?"

Percy had spoken to your parents before; they thought he was an absolute gentleman and adored him. So that wasn't really surprising but still, boyfriend....talking to....parents. you weren't sure what to think of that.

"They owled me to make sure you'd behave and didn't give anyone another black eye."

You rolled your eyes. Of course they did.

The idiot was grinning. He was stern and strict with everyone else, most definitely wouldn't be amused by someone else doing the punching- but you had a way of relaxing him and making him different than he usually would.

"She deserved it," you muttered as you given another squeeze.

"I love you," he said, still chuckling a bit. "My little fighter."

You stayed in the embrace for a while, cuddling by the fire with Percy's back against the front of the couch. It completely melted away your earlier annoyance. Percy had a way of doing that. With his big family and having four younger siblings he'd had his fair share of having to calm them down. Although, it was a bit different than what he did with you.

You glanced up at him, suddenly having an idea. Percy was good at a lot of things. You smiled innocently and he raised his eyebrows.

"I know that look."

"I don't have a look."

"Oh, yes you do," he snorted.

You grinned. "I was just thinking..."

".....Yes?"

"Will you paint my nails? Pleaseeeee?" You begged, wiggling a bit and turning around to face him. "I bet you'd be really good at it." Yes, you were using flattery, obviously!

He sighed in that fake way as if it were a great burden to deal with. "If it's what I must to do to save you from your mother's wrath," he winked.

Thank Merlin

"I love you," you said, kissing him straight on the lips.

It was like he had a bright light shining over him from the Heavens as the angels sang, "Hallelujah!"

You two shifted to where he sat in front of you. Percy took your smaller hand into his, taking the brush over the nail. You were a bit envious that it was done to smoothly. He must noticed your look.

"You just need to practice."

"No, thanks," you hummed.

"Then don't complain," he scolded, though there was a playful edge to his voice.

"But I want to."

"Oh, trust me, I know," he teased.

You wacked him with one of the pillows with your free hand.

"Watch it," he warned. "Or I'll have to start over."

You don't have the attention span to sit there any longer so you comply. Reluctantly. You're starting to get bored.

"Are you done yet?"

"I just started."

Two second pause.

"How about now?"

Percy's lips were twitching into a smile.

"Not yet."

"Percy," you whined.

Momentarily stopping, he glanced at you blankly and then flicked your nose, quickly looking back down at your nails.

You gasped, a laugh escaping.

"You jerk!" You exclaimed.

He grinned, kissing your forehead.

"Is that better, Darling?"

"No," you grumbled, trying to hide a smile. "I hate you now. You suck."

He sighed dramatically. "It is, what it is, I suppose. If you hate me so much, I won't need to bring you to the Burrow anymore....and you won't be able to eat anymore of mum's cookies...."

Well crap.

You adored Mrs. Weasleys cooking, as she was far better than your own mum. Her cookies were ridiculously delicious and you'd recieved them from Percy as a gift on a couple occasions.

"Fine, fine," you mock groaned. "I love you again."

"Because of my mum's cooking," he smirked.

"Well duh."

Percy didn't respond at first, taking a moment to focus on his work. "You know what I think?"

"Hmm?"

"I think you need to be punished. You were quite rude."

Was...was he thinking what you thought he was thinking?

"If you tickle me, I swear I'll-" your threat was cut off by him kissing you again. Percy gently nipped at your lower lip, gliding his tongue across it. Your free hand was in his hair, running your hands through his soft curls. When you parted, you said, slyly, "Ahhhh. Well, I think that you haven't punished me enough."

Percy let out a lovely laugh and for the next forty five minutes, he finished painting your nails. (It took longer than expected because you guys would stop and kiss or something).

You sighed contentedly. Even though painting your nails was totally not your thing, you know that there's one person you'd rather be with than anyone else.

One with curly red hair, horn rimmed glasses and is terribly ticklish and you're definitely going to use it to your advantage when you get him back for flicking your nose.

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S3A - E3

Hiya, back with another episode of the rewatch. I am...not looking forward to this episode. *deep breath* here we go.

Read More’s save sanity

Hey, so I know this is a really heavy first bullet point...but isn’t anybody else uncomfortable with the image of a black boy running around out of his mind with fury and bloodlust and going after little...white kids? Am I reading too much into this? I know Cora’s running around too. I just...whatever, I’m just gonna keep my mouth shut.

Straight from way too heavy to way too light. So that girl dropped a big jar of fireflies, but they say that fireflies that actually glow aren’t native to California, which would mean these are part of the whole magic thing going on, and at the end of the whole firefly thing they get rid of all the fireflies. So...what if someone finds that jar and opens it?

...nevermind the jar opened up somehow...

Okay, listen, I have a petty and biased hatred for this moment with Scott. Like...is it so hard to say, “I had to get the kids he was chasing away from him?” It’s not like they don’t have time..they just stand there in silence for a while. I also hate the savior pose he strikes there with the kids clinging to him. Like, I get that it’s a very common trope. I still hate it. I use the anti-scott tag for a reason, let me be salty.

why te fuck does Scott FLOAT in the intro?

Lydia has seriously emptied an entire bottle of ibuprofen? She should be dead. Or at least at a hospital. She’s too smart not to know how dangerous it is to take ibuprofen (even the recommended dosage) for too long at a time.

Lydia...Lydia knows about werewolves now. Did no one tell her about this whole escape plan for the betas? She could’ve helped.

Cue the shitty SFX running. Y’all look ridiculous.

Man, come on. Are you seriously telling me that Derek never played hide and seek with his siblings? Like, they’re werewolves for fuck’s sake. Derek never did fake chases through the woods? He tracked PETER for christ’s sake, all the way across town. He was like yards behind him before he got shot that one time.

This show relies a lot on character’s losing time and just finding themselves places. Jackson losing time, Lydia losing time. Lydia losing time again, but in a new way. Later, it’ll be Stiles losing time. I’m just saying, it happens a lot.

It’s fucking august in California. Does it actually get that cold? Poor Lydia’s nose is always red cus she gets forced to wander around in the dark and freezing. I can see her goosebumps when she kneels next to the pool.

I know it’s gotta be hell on her voice, but I think it’s so interesting the way Lydia screams and how it has to jump around the chords before hitting that one note. I don’t know why I find that so interesting. Guess it just reminds me of a wolf howl. Seriously, look ‘em up. Weirdly similar. GO Holland!

What do you mean the last memory that she had of her mother, Scott? You should’ve told her RIGHT THEN. Right off the bat. There was TONS of time between her getting bit and when she died. You should’ve told Allison right away. Fuck you, you had all of spring break!

god fucking damn it now I’m crying again. Erica, sweetie...Derek honey...

I’m trying to get past the tears to enjoy this romancey stuff, with the candles and the lil lamps, and the LOTR references. I’m really trying.

This is totally not what I should be thinking about while watching the two of them make out, but like, so does Caitlin not go to their school? She just sort of appears a couple times, but Stiles doesn’t seem to know her. Maybe she went to the same school as Heather?

don’t like bugs don’t like bugs ew ew ew ew

Hi cora!

Isaac! You’re somehow feeling better, even though you were apparently out of commission like an hour or two ago...wait huh?

I gotta say, okay, listen I just can’t help it. I know this is serious, but that lil smirk on Isaac’s face? I don’t think he looks smug, personally, I think he looks like he’s about to go play, go rolling around in the grass and leaves, playing with a pack member. He’s been alone for so long this summer, what with Jackson leaving. he’s had no wolves to play with (cus’ we know Derek’s a grump). As worried as he’s gotta be, I bet he’s having funnnnnn.

I..uh..Cora what sound is coming out of your mouth? That..that does not sound like a wolf. That sounds like a wild cat of some kind. Wolves don’t make that screechy noise. They bark and growl, like the sound that came just before. That doesn’t even sound like a roar. Who gave you cheetah sounds?? You’re canine, not feline. Come on they did SO WELL with Derek’s sounds-- No. NO Do not tell me they gave Cora cat sounds cus she’s a chick. I’m gonna fight someone. (For those of you interested, if you scroll to the bottom of this webpage, you can listen to wolf growl snippets and they’re such good quality (I think the bark snippet is broken tho). Listen to those whimpers and whines too, fucking fascinating. I love wolves. Such beautiful animals.)

Cora with Isaac and Scott attacking her and growling at her: “Fuck you, I’ll bite you!” Cora with Derek just growling at her: “BYE bro!”

Stiles, honey! I missed you! Literally, just the sound of your voice makes me feel better.

Scott, Seriously, Derek just said you haven’t tracked either of them anywhere near the pool. You’ve both been following them all night! Yeah, they’re dangerous, but they couldn’t get to the pool and back in time to fight you! I”M GONNA SMACK YOU. DOn’t use that fucking patronizing tone of voice when Derek is TELLING YOU FACTS.

OUR fault? OUR FAULT? I’m gonna fucking *kicks a chair and storms off, grumbling* *Spins around, cus fuck it i’m gonna yell. it’s my post.* NONE OF THIS is DEREK”S FAULT. NOne of this is ISAAC’S FAULT. Fuck dude, I’ll even say that it’s not Scott’s fault! If it’s anyone other than the Alphas’ fault, it’s Allison’s, but tbf she thought she was helping.

DEREK SHUT YOUR PRETTY MOUTH. I swear to god.

ARE YOU FUCKING JOKING? DEREK WOULD NEVER SUGGEST MURDERING BOYD AND CORA. NEVER. He thought Cora was fucking dead and he just found out she’s alive! HE WOULD NEVER. NEVER. FUCK YOU. FUCK EVERYTHING. *Throws a plate* YOU KNOW YOU ONLY FUCKING WROTE IT SO THAT YOU COULD SHOW OFF SCOOT MCFUCKFACE’S SUDDEN FLIP IN MORALITY BY HAVING HIM SAY THAT “KILLING ISN’T THE RIGHT THING TO DO” OH REALLY Scott? REALLY? Killing is bad? YOU DIDN’T THINK SO WHEN YOU SPENT MONTHS attempting to commit PREMEDITATED MURDER of a GUY WHO WAS ALREADY DYING. MONTHS. Scott. FUCK YOU. FUCK THIS SHOW. 13 minutes in and I’m already about to chuck my laptop across the room. MY CAT WON’T EVEN CUDDLE ME ANYMORE I’M SO ANGRY.

And now I’m really fucking sad, cus’ I hate watching this poor girl get told she’s just hallucinating.

WHY does everyone go shopping at fucking 8 pm in Beacon Hills? What...Chris you don’t even have a day job.

I don’t...I don’t understand this scene with Isaac. Like..what exactly are they trying to imply? That he thinks she’s hot? All he’s seen is her raging around with fangs free and glowing eyes. And yeah, some people definitely think that’s hot. But like...that’s just so...what? I choose to read this scene as him just wondering about Derek’s home life. Like, “Since when do you have siblings? Why don’t you tell me these things? I have an aunt?”

WHAT DO YOU mean “Your world?” CHRIS YOU GREW UP AS A HUNTER. THIS IS YOUR WORLD TOO. He was YOUR dad. You’ve been a part of this WAY longer than Scott! Don’t blame the werewolves for ruining your life! THAT WAS YOUR DAD and YOUR STUPID HUNTER CODE’S FAULT.

OKay, listen, I have so many issues with this I need a therapist to mediate my conversations with it. FUCK YOU TW for bringing in Chris. I dont’ give a fuck if he’s experienced or trying to redeem himself. He is a HUNTER he has Slaughtered Derek’s kind for his entire life. He may want to do the right thing, but the right thing definitely doesn’t involved him Standing in front of Derek and forcing him to listen to hunter PROPAGANDA BULLSHIT. I’M SO FUCKING MAD. This was so inappropriate, holy shit. SO far beyond okay. Even the CONCEPT that werewolves wouldn’t be as good at tracking other werewolves as hunters are is fucking stupid. You said it yourself, Chris they can follow scent up to TWO MILES AWAY. Wolves can track their prey for weeks without losing the scent. Just because Isaac stepped on some footprints doesn’t mean he’s incapable of finding them. And what’s all this shit about them “Being able to rely on their human half”? NO? First off, minor detail. Werewolves aren’t half wolf, half human, dumbass. They’re all werewolf. AND The show has said like Ten TIMES that they can’t access their human form/the thought processes they would normally have during a full moon without an anchor, and Boyd and Cora are effectively anchorless on this moon. This is just utter bullshit and I’m so goddamn angry I don’t even know how to process it. “If you’re not trained like me you have no idea this print is Boyd’s” YEAH THEY DO. THEY CAN LITERALLY SMELL IT. DEREK ALREADY IDENTIFIED THE TRACKS. FUCK you.

ALSO. Getting REAL SICk of people slicing their wrists every time they need a little blood for a ritual or for bait. YOU CUT THE MEAT of the arm. ON THE BACK. WHERE YOU WON”T HIT a VEIN. DUMBASSES.

WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK DO YOU MEAN NINE YEARS DEREK? YOU’D BETTER MEAN CORA WAS NINE YEARS OLD, CUS’ THE FIRE WAS SIX YEARS AGO. and what do you mean you don’t have a lock on her scent? you’ve been following it just fine all night! Wolves remember human scents decades later.

Booooo, i hate the entire concept of wolves going mad on a full moon. It’s lazy and boring. Wolves are not vicious animals, they’re shy as fuck. THey don’t attack without reason. Werewolves should be the same. Full moon’s enhance their wolfishness, so it should make them MORE SHY. The moon should enhance whatever they feel, rather than just making them mindlessly aggressive.

“Primal apex Predatory satisfaction”? seriously? Shut the FUCK up Chris, I’m really fucking sick of your hunter bedtime stories.

....i hate this woman.

Casual reminder that Isaac wouldn’t suggest Killing boyd. Ever. I fucking hate these writers.

yeah yeah, running scene. blah blah blah.

See, I never really understood those fics where Peter just refuses to give anyone any info. He tells Derek what’s up constantly. He didn’t lie or hold anything back when he helped Derek figure out what was up with Jackson or how Jackson needed Lydia to be cured. He walks right up to Derek and says “Hey, so those Alphas clearly want you to join them and that means they’re trying to make you kill your own pack” Peter helps Derek all the time. He’s just a dick while he does it.

Look, I love this moment with Peter, his “Let Scott be the hero of his morally black and white world. You and I, we live in shades of gray” lines are so good, and they speak so much to his character and personality. And he’s right. But I hate that they built the scene around Derek planning to kill his own pack, and following Scott around doing as he asks. I just hate what they do to Derek here.

The dog whistles suddenly have no effect on their hearing? Love it.

Take a second to bring up a plotline you won’t explain for ages. I vibe with that, so long as it is eventually explained.

OOh, suddenly BHHS has a football field?

Not gonna cry, not gonna cry. FUCK I’m crying again.

I just...dude I’m over here trying not to completely lose my shit and cry like a baby, and Stiles is in the middle of panicking and losing his oldest friend and he still puts the dots together. Like. Jesus christ this boy.

NOW Derek? You choose NOW to take Every Single Step down the stairs? JUMP.

...what is this a cartoon? Glowing eyes in the dark? one too many sets? Yeah, yeah, I get it, they’re supposed to look like fireflies.

Why did you stop to look at each other after blasting them? Just go.

OH, yeah, of course Scott has to be the one to hear the extra heartbeat. Scott. Not Derek. Not the ALpha who’s senses are heightened above the a Beta’s. Not DEREK the ALPHA who has a PACK, which makes his senses even stronger that that. No. Scott. The omega. Because he’s like an inch closer to the door. Yah. Sure. That makes sense. SUre.

Dude I wish my high school had that much backup supplies free for the teacher’s to grab. Also, I hate this woman.

WHy were the lights off in the boiler room if she was in the back grabbing stuff? That..what?

OH. I forgot, so Caitlin’s out of high school? She’s...what, 18? 19? Okay, fine, I’ll take that.

Oh stop faking Jennifer, fuck you.

Crying again. dont’ mind me. This is Derek. Not choosing to kill his beta or his long lost sister. Choosing to die himself instead. THAT is Derek (it’s self-sacrificing and it’s because he gives his own life no worth, but it’s still him.)

HOW IS IT DAWN? THAT WOULD BE like 6 HOURS of standing around! Or did the sun not set until like 10 pm? Hm? This show has no concept of time, and werewolves are very time oriented. Someone take away the show from the writers. They’ve lost their privileges.

I hate this. I hate that Isaac shouts for Scott. Not Derek. That’s just so fucking dumb. I’m so tired of it. I’m just so fucking sick of it.

I don’t even wanna look at this. I hate this woman so much.

YOU REALIZE that the third Virgin was Taken. The third virgin is DEAD. the sacrifices have been made, and now Jennifer has control over people. This is where she starts controlling Derek. Right Fucking Here. He loses his agency the moment they touch, if not the moment they make eye contact or he gets in range. I hate it. I HATE IT.

BOOM. Episode three, and Stiles already has the villain after next figured out. He’s past the Alphas now.

Final Thoughts: I’m angry, I’m tired, and I honestly got very little joy or interest out of this whole episode. I hate what this show did to werewolves and how much insane Scott glorification there is and how every little thing HAS to be about Scott. Scott’s relationship with Chris. Scott saving the kids. Scott’s the one Isaac calls for. Scott’s the one who hears the heartbeats. I get that he’s the main character. I also hate that he’s the main character. It’s just so sad and pathetic and boring and just....ugh. I’m going to bed. I will try for another episode or two tomorrow.

(I promise I’m okay. Just go listen to the wolf howls for me in that link, huh? Listen to those beauties and imagine how amazing a wolf show could have been.)

#personal #TeenWolf-Rewatch #anti-scott mccall #i'm sad #but i promise not as sad as it might come across #just need a lil break

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trensu · 4 years

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Episode 8: the One where NHS is a Total Cockblock

We are blessed with the opportunity to see WWX play with the bunnies again~! Meaning that this episode starts right where it left off last.

After WWX realizes that LWJ is going on the Super Important Mission, he starts complaining to the bunnies

WWX: We promised to go on that adventure together! You guys were there, you saw him promise, didn’t you??

WWX: and he’s DITCHING me?? FRIENDS DON’T LEAVE FRIENDS BEHIND!!

the bunnies definitely agreed with him. we don’t actually see that happen, but it’s true.

Now the rest of the Yunmeng sibs appear to share a moment with the bunnies. It’s super cute but not a wangxian moment so we’re skip on ahead here.

Wait, one last bunny moment to share. We see lwj leave for his mission, and he stops by the bunny area and says, very solemnly, “farewell” to all the bunnies.

BECAUSE EVERYONE LOVES BUNNIES, OKAY??

Blegh, boring plot stuff happens, yuck

NEXT WANGXIAN MOMENT - we see lwj walking alone wearing some stunningly bright blue robes

(the white sash with that robe is really emphasizing his tiny waist, STOP THAT LWJ, I CAN BARELY HANDLE IT WHEN WWX DOES IT, I CAN’T HAVE YOU BOTH SHOWING OFF YOUR TINY WAISTS AT THE SAME TIME, I WILL DIE)

There he is minding his own business when suddenly he catches a loquat that was just chucked at him

GUESS WHO IT IS~!

(It’s wwx, in case you didn’t guess)

Anyway, back to the wangxian scene~!

Wwx: lan zhan!!

Lwj: *looks at the loquat he just caught and throws a dirty look at wwx* Boring

WWX: *whining* lan zhan, how could you break our promise?? WE’RE SUPPOSED TO ADVENTURE TOGETHER, FOR HONOR, CHIVALRY AND DUTY!!

Wwx: ooh, did you ditch me bc you’re scared that i’ll steal your thunder?? Wow, i didn’t realize the lan clan was so petty.

Lwj: how boring *walks off*

Don’t worry, wwx is completely undeterred by this

Ugh more plot stuff

But then we get another wangxian scene!

They’re still walking in the middle of nowhere but lwj is ahead of wwx

Wwx: lan zhan wait for me *whine whine*

Lwj: *ignores him and keeps walking*

Then we get a reappearance of wwx’s Mischievous Grin as he does some magic glowy talisman writing in the air and flings it to lwj

NOW THEY’RE MAGICALLY TIED TOGETHER, AAHHH

Wwx: I made it myself! Isn’t it neat~?

(why, wwx, why did you feel the need to make glowy magic rope? What were you doing that made you think of this? WERE YOU THINKING OF LWJ?? it’s okay, I understand!! who wouldn’t want to tie down the second jade of lan??)

He then proceeds to tug the magic rope every which way, which of course yanks lwj’s arm around to match, bc HE’S A CHILD LOL

Wwx: what should I call it? Binding or Bonding?

Lwj: *stares steadfastly away* Boring

Lwj then whips his arm back dramatically and it’s his turn to yank wwx around.

Ofc he doesn’t get playfully tug-of-war-ish with it. He just turns on his heel to keep walking.

Alright now they reach a town for Plot Reasons and we have this funny moment where wwx finds himself a scary mask and sneaks up behind lwj to try to scare him! Doesn’t really work, but lwj’s eyes do widen just a fraction so maybe he was a little bit startled? Idk idk

In this town we bump into NHS!! And we get a glimpse of jealous!LWJ because of him!!

See, wwx is a touchy guy, right? If you’re friends, he’ll happily sling an arm over you and tug you in close for conversation

Which is exactly what he does with NHS

Lwj looks at them while they do this before disdainfully dragging his gaze away and continuing through town

WHAT’S THE MATTER LWJ?? DO YOU WISH WWX WOULD PULL YOU IN CLOSE LIKE THAT?

DO YOU??

We cut to yunmeng to see a bit of jiang sibling time

And we’re back in town with LWJ, WWX, and third-wheeling NHS.

Nhs: so why are you hanging out with lwj who hates you? Are you being punished??

Wwx: how dare??? I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW WE GET ALONG GREAT NOW

Then they stumble upon a group of people excitedly looking at something, we don’t care what

Hey guys, remember back in episode 7 when LWJ dives into a violent crows like nbd bc wwx was in danger??

Yeah, here lwj does not go anywhere near the nonviolent crowd

Wwx: lwj, why aren’t you going over there to check it out??

Lwj: no way, too many people

I FEEL YOU BRO. I TOO AVOID CROWDS LIKE THE PLAGUE

Wwx: it’s not that crowded! Come on!! You’ll be fine!! I’ll protect you *proceeds to physically grab lwj by the arm and drag him to the crowd*

AND NOW WE HAVE A WONDERFULLY PICTURESQUE MOMENT

It starts raining colorful flower petals!! The music in the background is upbeat and cheerful! Everyone around is making sounds of joyous surprise!!

Nhs looks over to LWJ and his jaw drops open: “LWJ truly is an unparalleled, gorgeous, elegant gentleman!”

No really, that’s exactly what he says to WWX about LWJ.

The camera angles up here so we see lwj from a lower point of view, and get a shot of him silhouetted against a blue sky that just makes him GLOW as flower petals gently swirl around him. His face is serene.

What i’m trying to say here is that NHS NAILED HIS DESCRIPTION BC LWJ IS LOOKING LIKE A YOUNG GOD HERE.

Wwx: *gazes softly at lwj* I agree

Wwx: *internally* whoops that sounded too honest, better fix that

Wwx: TOO BAD HE ALWAYS LOOKS LIKE HE’S GOING TO A FUNERAL, AMIRITE??

NHS is offended on LWJ’s behalf here but wwx doesn’t even care because he’s TOO BUSY ADMIRING LWJ’S GORGEOUS FEATURES

LIKE, OMG WWX, CAN YOU GET ANY QUEERER??

Plot things happen in town and then the boys leave

Yes, including NHS, what the heck (ilu nhs, but c’mon)

NHS: wait a minute…are we on a dangerous mission right now?!?!

WWX: if by “we” you mean me and lan zhan, then yes! Bc you’re not invited. This is mine and lan zhan’s time. Not mine and nhs and lan zhan’s time

Nhs does not take the hint, and LWJ keeps himself determinedly ahead of the pair so he can properly ignore them

MORE PLOT STUFF HAPPENS, WTF, CAN YOU NOT??

And now we’re in a cave!! Not the cave of wonders, but another cave!! For Plot Reasons we don’t care about!!

Plot, plot, dancing fairy legend, plot

MORE boring plot exposition.

There’s way too much of that going on in this episode i think

They need to stop

Oh, now we’re getting another shot of jealous LWJ!

Random old guy: yeah, we don’t have any houses or inns or whatever so i guess you’ll just have to sleep in this creepy cave with the ugly fairy statue that may or may not steal your soul ByYyEeEE

Nhs is not, you know, the bravest of cultivators so he immediately gets all close to wwx and starts whispering to him how scared he is

The camera refocuses on LWJ who is a little ways behind them and BOY IS HE JUST BORING HOLES INTO THEIR HEADS

C’MON LWJ, WWX IS ALLOWED TO TALK TO OTHER PEOPLE

DON’T GET WEIRD ABOUT IT. DON’T BE THAT GUY.

Alright now we skip to the boys sleeping uncomfortably in this creepy-ass cave and THE FAIRY STATUE WAKES UP!!!

WWX & LWJ: I’MMA STAB IT WITH MY SWORD (guys, they’re practically synchronized here, probably because they’re ~soulmates~)

NHS: LOOKS LIKE YOU GUYS GOT IT UNDER CONTROL SO I’M JUST GONNA HIDE BACK HERE

And then we see WWX use his binding technique to save the love of his life from getting smashed by the fairy statue’s arm.

He does this by tying his magic rope around the statue’s arm and pulling it back (while his braces himself on the statue’s side because he’s a badass) so the full weight of the blow doesn’t land on lwj (who blocks it with bichen)

ANYWAY these two are battling the fairy statue because they’re just that Skilled but obvs wwx never takes anything seriously…

WWX: Lan Zhan, she has a crush on you! :D :D :D

(omg wwx, now is not the time)

LWJ: Shut up

(see, lwj agrees with me)

And whoops, the bindings snapped! Before the evil fairy could hurt them more, wwx does a Dramatic Twirl and launches a couple of sealing talismans at it

(@theuntamednarrator and I have determined that the Dramatic Twirl is super important to activating the talismans. The harder you Dramatic Twirl, the stronger they are. It’s just how magic science works.)

LWJ then reinforces them by doing this weird thing with his sword? He kind of…scrapes his scabbard against bichen and it starts glowing with blue energy (??) that he scoops up with his hand and launches it at the statue.

Not sure what all that’s about but it works!!

Now, you’re probably wondering why i went into detail about the battle when bc it’s more plotty than shippy

BUT YOU’RE WRONG, IT’S TOTALLY SHIPPY BC WE GET TO SEE WANGXIAN WORK COHESIVELY TOGETHER TO TAKE DOWN A BADDIE FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER

THEY’RE SO WELL MATCHED EVEN ON THE BATTLEFIELD

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

THIS ISN’T EVEN THEIR BEST BATTLE SCENE. IT’LL GET EVEN BETTER GUYS, JUST YOU WAIT.

And that’s it for the episode. I hope we get to less plot-heavy eps soon bc let me tell you, this one kind of dragged with how few wangxiantics we were getting.

STILL, we got to see LWJ be beautifully surrounded by flower petals so I’ll count this as a win.

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#WangXiantics #the untamed #wangxian

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missjackil · 4 years

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My 15x04 Opinion

Atomic Monsters

This one was surprisingly good! I thought it would be a light, brothers only, MOTW, but it was actually pretty heavy wouldn't you say? It managed to be a brothers only MOTW while also moving the myth along. Jensen did a great job on his last SPN Directing gig, and yet again, Jared nailed us to the wall with the emotions. So without further ado, let’s have a look.

Sam’s vision/nightmare was really intense! it seems bearded Dean broke into the bunker with warrior buddies to find Evil!Sam and shot his way through Sam’s pet demons. We get a cameo by Benny, which was a surprise and it makes me wonder why Sam would dream about him?

Now we get super creepy but hot af evil!Sam... good lord! Poor Dean, painfully pleading with him to stop. This is Sam dreaming that Dean is still loyal and won't give up on Sam even after he’s killed Bobby, Jody, and now Benny. But sexy evil!Sam doesn't care... he’s snapping Dean’s neck too! Damn son! No wonder Sam woke up freaked the hell out.

Now the brothers meet in the kitchen for morning bro time. We get a very funny discussion about the bacon and “meat man” before it quickly descends into Sam being deeply depressed and Dean being beyond worried. I live for these moments when Sam wears his emotions on his sleeve and Dean is struggling to try to think of ways to make it better. [let's see if he’ll eat something, maybe I can get him to talk, maybe he wants to go out on a hunt alone with me, maybe I'll play a little prank on him] these moments are why I love this show!

Moving along to the story, it just seemed to be something going on in the background while quietly deals with his pain. It manifests a few times in little spurts of sarcasm. “The end of the world, is the end of the world” “Someone is dead and you’re worried about a football game?” Sam is just full up on people’s petty bullshit.

Meanwhile. we have a very interesting meeting with Chuck and Becky of all people! I had a momentary cringe when I saw her on “THEN” but I was very happy with that story. Im glad she got her shit together an acknowledged what she did to Sam was terrible. She looks great, and I got a huge kick out of her SPN memorabilia! I am in love with the fact the show is this self-aware sometimes.

The show digs at itself and its writing a little bit, as Becky complains about Chuck’s writing. “The boys are tied up again so the bad guys can monologue again..” Yes fans, we know these things annoy you. And even some respect is shown to us fanfic writers “Writing is writing”

Then Chuck goes level 75 shithead! You want high stakes and drama? Wait till you all see what Im going to do to these boys now! And then he goes and vaporizes Becky and her family. Dont worry, they’re not dead, they're just “away” mmmhmmm.

Back with the boys, Sam and Dean end up taking this teen vamp out to the woods to put him down. That was so sucky. So dark and you could see Sam felt it. Not only because even still, with Chuck “gone” they're still doing the ugly work, and maybe even feeling a little like a monster himself, having gotten a brain full of a reminder of the demon blood and how evil he could be.

The car ride home hurt me to the pit of my soul. I want to know how its possible that these guys can actually make me feel bad that I want them to just keep going. We have Dean here “We owe it to everyone who ever gave a damn about us to just keep going.... for them” and I'm like PREACH!!! But then Sam confesses that he doesnt feel free. That burden is still there, he still thinks about Jessica, 15 years after the fact he still carries that weight and all the weight of everything that’s happened after and he can’t breathe, then I feel guilty like Im at fault for that. (get a grip Jacki, it is still fiction) and I died a little inside.

Overall this was a very good episode. It ticked some very important boxes for what I like best. Ive already rewatched it, and probably will again later.

On a scale of Bloodlines to Lebanon, I give this one a 8.5. I have no idea what the title had to do with the episode, but otherwise, it was very well done!

#15x04 spoilers #atomic monsters #my poor boys #my opinion

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thejakeformerlyknownasprince · 5 years

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I seem to have lost the ask where someone requested an Umbrella Academy AU, but anyway here goes.

They’re different from what Jake was expecting, and yet in many ways they’re just the same. Marco’s still tight-lipped and wild-eyed, a few new tattoos and several new track marks not changing his swagger or his smile. Cassie’s the only one who thought to wear black, but then she’s always preferred clothing that’s easy to match. Jake realizes after a second that he’s waiting still for someone else, and yet that’s it. That’s all that’s left of them these days. Rachel’s dead. Five is... gone, probably for good. Tobias was probably never going to show. There’s only three of them, where once there were six. They’re orphans, now, or maybe they always were.

“Shouldn’t we wait for Tobias?” Cassie asks, as they sit and stare at the urn of their father’s ashes. “Just to make sure we’re all here?” Imploring, she looks at Mom.

Grace shifts slightly, servos whirring. “Your father’s will didn’t specifically mention Tobias.”

Marco sighs loudly. “Of course not. Did anyone even call him, let him know that the old bastard kicked it?” He turns his head, looking at apparent thin air. “Yeah, okay.” He turns back to Jake and Cassie. “Rachel’s with me, that we should wait. See if he shows.”

Jake shrugs. Their whole lives, Tobias seemed kind of... aloof. Distant. Stuck halfway out of their world, cast into the shadows. And then Five disappeared, and Rachel died, and it was like his last links to this family had been severed. Might as well run off. Might as well get rich off a tell-all that spilled their most personal selves across the page: Cassie’s desperation for love and connection, Marco’s endless self-loathing chatter, Jake’s single-minded devotion, Rachel’s petty tyranny, Five’s wandering between times and selves and states of existence.

“Alternately, we could just have Big Jake chuck Dad in the ground before fucking back off to space,” Marco suggests. “After all, Number One’s the only one the old coot ever really liked —”

“Marco.” Cassie’s voice is quiet but severe. “He’s been dead two days. A little respect wouldn’t be the worst thing, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, like being dead is an accomplishment.” Marco’s head snaps around. “Well ex-cuuuuse me. We’ll just have to get you a medal then.”

Jake feels his mouth tighten. Marco claims to talk to Rachel. Too bad for all of them that Marco’s always been so damn good at bullshitting, because now there’s really no saying what the truth is.

Jake hopes— He wants— He wants what’ll make Rachel happy, whatever that might look like now.

Cassie smiles. “Thanks, Rachel. Let’s wait for Tobias.”

Jake’s about to agree when a fucking portal opens in the middle of the backyard and spits a thirteen-year-old version of Number Five onto the lawn.

Jake perches gingerly on the edge of Number Five’s bed; the frame groans but holds. Watching Five teleport around the room, eating and talking and packing all at once, dressed like that, looking like he does... It’s a discomfiting echo of an earlier time. Before Cassie ran away. Before Rachel’s career blew up, and then her trailer did as well. Before Tobias became so quiet, and Marco got so loud.

Jake clears his throat. “Five...”

Five swallows a wad of marshmallow and peanut butter. “Ax. At the Commission they called me Ax, and I know how you feel about titles and codenames.”

Weird name. Violent. “Ax, then,” Jake says. “When you say that the world’s ending in six days...”

Ax clips a sickle to his belt. “Six of your days, yes.” With no further explanation, he disappears with a faint whoosh of air.

Cassie knows who it is from the unsteady rattle of the knock, even before she opens the door a crack. Marco’s in a bad way today, pale and sweating with the darting gaze that tells her he’s seeing people that the rest of them can’t perceive. “Hi,” she says softly, and then, “One sec.”

She shuts the door, hurrying through the one-room apartment to shove everything not bolted down — combat knives and scalpels, syringes and knick-knacks — into the lockbox under her bed. Marco’s her brother and she’ll take him in no matter what, but that doesn’t mean she’ll tolerate her stuff getting stolen. He might be (might be) clean now, but it never lasts.

Marco has to know what she’s doing, but he doesn’t comment when she lets him in. Instead he smiles at her, soft and wavering, and says “How’s fighting the good fight these days?”

Coming from him, the question is just a little bit sarcastic, just a little bit mean. Cassie’s not a real cop, not a real anything. Even vet tech school wouldn’t have her, given her nonexistent formal education, so it’s just as well that she doesn’t mind cleaning the humane shelter’s cages and exercising its dogs in exchange for the apartment upstairs and enough cash to keep her alive.

“Detective Patch told me just the other day that she appreciates my help, thank you for asking,” Cassie says.

Marco raises his eyebrows, smirking. “So you two…?”

“Still broken up, and we’re both happier that way.” Eager to change the subject, Cassie shifts away to sit on the bed. “How’s…?” They don’t talk about Rachel. It discomfits them all, especially Rachel. “Any luck with Dad?” she says instead.

Marco purses his lips. “So far so good.” Meaning no word. “If I ever do hear from him, I’ll be sure to tell him that at least his Numbers Two and One are doing him proud.”

That one was definitely sarcastic, definitely mean. Cassie stands to walk across the room rather than answering. She opens the mini-fridge next to the stairs, setting aside a tray of frozen feeder mice to find a can of soda that she brings back to Marco.

“Have you ever considered that maybe using my powers isn’t about Dad?” she says at last. “That maybe I do it for me, or for Patch, or, I don’t know, for the people I can help by actually using the things we learned?”

Marco turns the can over in his hands, frowning. Caffeine’s the strongest drug he’s going to get on these premises, which makes Cassie like to think that he comes for the company. “And Jake? Why’s he still keeping calm and carrying on, all the way to the moon and back?”

“Jake…” Cassie sits across from him. Jake never learned to put what he has to other uses, the way she learned to use her knives for good or Rachel turned her skillful voice toward a surprisingly lucrative film career. “Jake doesn’t know what else to do, I think sometimes. Not that any of us do, really.”

It’s not Marco’s fault. He is the way he is because of their dad. Because of his power. Because he was, like Jake, never given another way out. “Hush, you,” he says to someone that Cassie cannot hear. “That’s bullshit and you know it.”

“Is that Rachel’s... um.” Jake stalls midsentence, apparently for lack of a word for the garment that Marco is currently wearing.

“Don’t worry, I got her permission to borrow it.” Marco flicks a handful of fringe at Jake. “She’d eviscerate me if I didn’t.”

“Anyway, the end of the world,” Ax says. “Whirrrrl-ed. Huh.” He’s two margaritas deep already and seems to have overestimated his own tolerance. He’s always been a hedonist, but Cassie is worried to see that this adult version has switched from pastries to hard liquor. “I bought us some time, three of your days, but we need to find Taylor Preston and kill her before she does...” He giggles. “Something bad. I couldn’t get any details about what, exactly.”

“What?” Marco looks at presumably-Rachel. “No, no one bothered to call Tobias. This is superhero crap, not the usual family drama.”

“So this Taylor person causes the end of the world,” Jake says. “But she’s innocent. We can’t kill her for something she didn’t do.”

“All of you will die if we don’t find her in time,” Ax says. “And the rest of the world too, including Taylor.”

“Rachel says she’s so very glad to hear the Commission got to you so thoroughly, Ax.” Marco traces his own lifeline between the lines of one tattoo, not bothering to look up at them.

“Let’s find Taylor, and try and talk to her.” Cassie glances around at them all. “It’s a start anyway.”

“Very well.” Ax pushes to his feet, staggering slightly. “And if it’s not too much trouble, I would like someone to call Tobias in. I...” For the first time, he looks just the tiniest bit vulnerable. “I would like to see him one more time, if this is to be the end.”

“You’re quiet,” Jake comments. It’s true; he’s barely heard a word out of Marco all afternoon. Normally there’s no shutting him up. Marco doesn’t answer, opting to continue to stare out the window and clutch at whichever pendant he’s wearing around his neck today.

Jake tries again. “Marco. You all right?”

Slowly Marco turns, hand clenched around his necklace. He takes a second to orient to Jake’s face. “You ever been to South Vietnam?” he asks at last.

“Um, no,” Jake says.

Marco smiles sadly. “Spaceboy’s been to two planets, four satellites, and zero Vietnams. Should’ve known.”

“I think there’s only the one,” Jake says. Presumably, this is all heading toward a point. “Is it... nice, there?”

“Course not. Full of dead Americans.” Marco turns back to the window. “Actually, that’s probably not true anymore. They tend to, uh, disperse? I guess. After a while. And there’s only one now. Any idea which one survived?”

Jake takes a breath, letting it out slowly. He loves Marco, he does, but there are also times when he needs Cassie around to translate the.. Séance-ness. “Which... Vietnam?”

“I guess it doesn’t matter now. Fucking everybody lost that war, huh?”

“I just wish you’d tell me what’s wrong,” Jake blurts.

“What’s wrong?” Marco spins, grinning suddenly. “What’s wrong is that the world’s ending in less than a week, little bro, and you haven’t even lived yet!” He releases the necklace to clap his hands, rubbing his palms together. “I mean, have you ever even had alcohol? Ever ever?”

“‘Little bro?’” Jake says, dodging the real question.

“I’m the second oldest now, time travel’s a bitch, what’s important is that you —” He pokes Jake in the chest. “Have got to get your jacket and your car keys, Goody Two Shoes, because we are hitting the bars now before the apocalypse catches us.”

“Can’t we just, like, raid Dad’s liquor cabinet?”

“Sadly, Ax got there first. And judging by what he did to the coffee, the peanut butter, and the corn syrup — straight from the bottle! — there’s going to be slim pickings left for you and me. Nope, we are headed to a bar, we’re going to get you, hmmm, six or seven Long Island Iced Teas should probably take the edge off even for a thicc bod like yours, and if you’re feeling some pot or some E later on tonight, then who am I to stop you.”

Well, Jake figures as he heads for his coat, at least Marco’s talking again. That’s something.

“Just like... old times... huh?” Marco pants, struggling for breath. Ax is not sure if Marco’s addressing him or Tobias or someone already dead. He’s too busy grabbing more pool balls off the table to reload where Cassie’s chucking them around the corner. The Commission sent several dozen of their best this time, and Ax would be honored if he wasn’t so terrified for his whole family.

“Ax, take Tobias and run for it!” Jake calls from the next room over. There’s an unpleasant wet tearing sound of him separating one or more limbs from someone’s torso by force. “You two are no good to us here!”

“Yep,” Tobias says, mouth pressed in a grim line. “Just like old times.”

Cassie swipes the back of one hand across her nose, grimacing when it comes away wet with blood. “You know... he didn’t mean...” She whips around, hurling an eight ball that impacts someone’s skull with a thunk.

“Where’s Marco?” Tobias says.

Ax looks around wildly, but he’s gone. Taken, or worse.

Bullets chew the wood above their heads, showering them with splinters. The assassins are gaining ground. Cassie and Ax aren’t enough to hold them back.

There are too many of them. There are simply too many. They can’t win this fight, not with only the five — or four — of them, not when Tobias can’t do much of anything to help...

“Go, and I’ll hold them off!” Jake shouts, because of course he does. “Just get out of here, all of you, and I’ll —”

There’s a wall-rattling thud as he goes down. Ax pops out there, pops back immediately; there’s no way in hell he can lift Jake, not in this child’s body. Better to draw as much of the fire away from him as possible, and then... and then...

They’re pinned down. Underequipped. Outnumbered. Maybe they’re all going to end up like Rachel, and if Marco’s still alive out there somewhere then they’ll spend the rest of eternity yammering away at him from the beyond.

Which is when the Manor’s intercom crackles to life.

“I heard a rumor,” says a strangely doubled voice that is both Marco’s and not, “that you all stopped fighting and instead talked about your feelings like actual goddamn adults.”

Things get a little fuzzy after that, but the next thing Ax knows he’s sitting in a circle on the floor with the rest of his siblings. All of them. Rachel’s sitting there, translucent and flickering and weirdly synchronized with Marco’s movements, but he can see her, he can hear her, and...

“...I think what I really wanted, deep down, was the chance just to be a decent person,” Jake’s saying, tears in his eyes. “Not a hero. Not an explorer. Just a guy who could get through the day and do the right thing without all this goddamn responsibility.”

All of the Commission assassins — who have formed a circle of their own, a little away from the Hargreeveses — break into murmurs of agreement.

“Ax?” Rachel says.

She heard a rumor that he’d talk about his feelings, which is why Ax feels an enormous rush of relief to let it out. “I always wanted to live up to your expectations,” he tells Jake. He turns to Rachel. “And I wanted to be closer to you.” To Marco. “And I always thought it was a load of crap that Dad put so much pressure on you, but I can see now that I was too caught up in my own rebellion to support yours.” To Cassie. “You were right about Mom.”

Last he turns to Tobias. “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had,” he says. “You mean more to me than I know how to express, and what you have, who you are... That’s more than any superpower will ever be.”

Tobias swallows hard. He nods once, apparently not trusting his own voice.

“My turn,” Rachel says. “Because I have some feelings about what it’s been like watching you all beat yourselves and each other up for all of these years. You’re all so stupid. You’re self-centered and stubborn and... and I love you pack of losers so much.” She sighs, settling halfway into the carpet.

“There’s a comet.”

They all turn to look at Tobias, who quails a little under the sudden attention. Rachel reaches out and puts a hand on his shoulder. Ax rubs their knees together.

“There’s a comet,” Tobias says, gathering strength. “It’s going to hit the Earth tomorrow. The whole planet will be knocked off axis and all life will be annihilated in a matter of hours.”

Jake frowns. “But we know about this. The government space program attached a bomb to a rover...”

“And I disabled it.”

They all gape at Tobias.

“How?” Rachel says.

“I, uh.” Tobias holds up a hand. “I can’t really control it that well, but...” He snaps his fingers.

Rain falls steadily. They’re inside. It’s a sunny day. But Ax’s hair is getting wet, his skin is cold with the slickness of it, and there are even clouds overhead.

Jake scrambles to his feet, mouth open in shock.

“Yeah.” Tobias shrugs. The rain disappears. “I can change reality sometimes. And I just figured it was time, y’know? Like humans have been around long enough, and we’re at risk of breaking out of this planet. Better to contain the virus before it spreads.”

Ax chills. It’s close, closer than he likes, to everything he argued in favor of killing Taylor.

The silence echoes. It thunders.

“Being dead is overrated.” Rachel’s voice is ethereal, ephemeral, eternal. “Might as well live.” And then she puts her arms around Tobias and pulls him close.

“Who knows.” Ax takes one of Tobias’s hands in both of his. “Humans might pleasantly surprise you, for once.”

Tobias folds forward in their grip. The first spasm that goes through him is all it takes; the sobs follow faster and faster after that.

It takes a moment of focus. A moment of intent. The opposite of anger; love. It takes Rachel growling at the others to give him some space, Marco singing under his breath, Ax mumbling equations and Cassie holding Jake back from micromanaging them all.

A light blinks on. An ordinance is armed.

The Earth keeps spinning, and circling, and growing as scheduled.

They go to Griddy’s Doughnuts, afterward. It’s back, like nothing ever happened. None of them are quite sure what just happened back there, but they’re hungry and they’re confused and they’re all exhausted beyond all reason. They get some looks, between Jake’s reality-distorting size and Cassie’s intermittent nosebleed and Marco’s flak jacket overtop a muumuu and Ax’s school uniform and Tobias’s white irises and the fact that Rachel only exists to the five of them. But they get coffee and doughnuts too, because apparently they’re not too weird for the waitstaff to tolerate.

“So... did we just save the world?” Tobias asks softly.

Ax tilts his head back, chugging the last few ounces of his third vanilla latte. “It would appear so, yes. I had not fully calculated the odds of our success beyond the second or third decimal place, but the approximate percent —”

“Doesn’t matter,” Rachel says.

Cassie leans against the counter next to Jake, looking down the line of her siblings arrayed on the spin-top chrome stools. “So, what now?” she asks.

Before Jake can answer, a woman taps him on the shoulder. “Excuse me, sir, ma’am?” She looks between him and Cassie. “I know it’s really not my place, but...” She leans around Jake and Cassie to direct a pointed stare at Ax. “Should you really be letting your son have that much coffee?”

“Our what?” Jake turns to follow the direction of her gaze. “Oh, our son!” he says loudly. “As in, the child that we gave birth to. After being pregnant. Because that’s how normal thirteen-year-olds come into existence. And Ax is perfectly normal, and he’s our son. Who is thirteen. Obviously.”

Anyone in the doughnut shop who wasn’t already staring at them is definitely doing so now. Cassie attempts a charming smile.

The busybody sniffs, apparently uncharmed. “As I was saying, he’s very young to be drinking so much coffee, don’t you think?”

“Coffee... has energy,” Cassie offers. “And he’s a growing boy. And growing requires energy. So caffeine is good.”

The woman continues to look between her and Jake, mouth halfway open, eyebrows drawn tight together. Jake and Cassie continue to smile politely back at her.

Finally, she turns around and walks away.

“You two fuckin nailed that one,” Rachel drawls. “I don’t think she suspected a thing.” She’s snuggled up against Tobias. Marco is lost somewhere in the cuddle puddle too.

Cassie laughs, which she seems to do every time Rachel speaks where they can all hear. They need it. They all do. And the rest of the world can go screw itself, because this, right here, all of them... This is enough.

[Whoever requested this AU let me know, and also sorry for having lost the original ask.]

#animorphs #animorphs au #umbrella academy #umbrella academy fusion #umbrella academy au #long post #animorphs ficlet #au

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alrightinbed-betterwithapen · 5 years

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Clever Little Things — Chapter Five — D. Dobrik x Reader

A/N: so this part was heavily inspired by THIS VIDEO. Also @poisxnyouth was a giant help as always! I hope y’all enjoy! ♥️

Clever Little Things Masterlist

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Warnings: Smut, marking, oral, sex, being tied up, masturbation, etc Smut y’all

Summary: You still dislike David, and pissing him off is fun for you. Especially when the night ends like this...

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The rest of the previous night is a blur of fighting tongues, and hands pushed down your jeans, ripping your own orgasm out of you, then feeding you the mess.

He leaves without finishing his edit.

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The trip went on smoothly after that night and conversation with David, expectations were set. But neither of you were afforded a night alone for the rest of your time in Chicago. Things went on as normal: David was still a prick, and you were an asshole right back. He grated on your nerves when you weren’t fucking him, so there were no appearances to keep; you still genuinely disliked him.

It’s especially irking for David when his hometown friends take as quick a liking to you as his LA friends had. Ilya and Dima are delighted in your ability to hold your liquor and Alex loves the jabs you give David. David grins through it all and it makes him livid. He is a direct extension of these people, they formed who he was as person through childhood. But you still didn’t like him?

Yeah, you couldn’t become best buds for sake of appearances, but he thought you’d soften to him a bit by now.

When you don’t, it spurs a level of petty in David he didn’t know he had. He watches his friends accept you with open arms, charmed by the quiet, sharp witted girl. His teeth were sensitive from the grinding by the time they all touch back down in LA well into the evening.

David and some of the crew had been invited to a party in the hills opposite his own home. Apparently there were going to be a bunch of big creators and it actually seemed like some good footage for the next vlog.

David spends the walk out of the plane and to their rides convincing a few people to come out. They could leave right from the airport and Natalie will take a car back to his house with everyone’s shit. Jason reminds David of the vlog he needs to post before tomorrow but that’s not an issue. David’s finished vlogs at parties many times before he explains. He’s snide with his follow up comment,

“And (Y/N) has to be there anyway ‘cause I need clips. She’s a good little worker bee, it’ll be done in no time.”

Jason gives you a side eye, eyebrow quirked, waiting for your response.

“What the fuck ever,” you tell them, making a show of furrowing your brow, “I can finish up both of your vlogs there, Jay. Not a big deal, I’ll dip out when I’m done. Asking would have been nice though, dickface,” you’re scowling at David, moving to throw your shit in the car Natalie was taking back to the house, chucking it on top of Zane’s duffel bags.

“Woooo! Fuck yeah, drunk (Y/N) is the fucking best! You gonna do another keg stand?” Zane’s bellowing as you make your way to David’s Tesla he had stored at the airports private parking garage while they were gone. Zane’s referencing the binge drinking you’d done with Dima three nights ago and how you’d held out for longer upside down over the keg of PBR, making Ilya swell with pride and call his best friend a pussy.

“Yeah, no. I don’t think so,” you laugh to the bearded man draped over your body, patting the arm haphazardly thrown across your shoulders.

“Why?!” Todd’s joining in as you climb to the back of the car, everyone finding their places. “Bet you could make Logan Paul look like a little BITCH, (Y/N)!”

“What the fuck, Logan’s gonna be there?! Why didn’t anyone tell me that! Now I almost don’t wanna go,” David’s groaning as he pulls out of the garage, head thrown back in despair.

“You don’t like Logan?” you’re asking, looking around the car to everyone for explanation, “I figured you’d guys would have a lot in common.”

David’s stare is hardened in the rear view mirror, rage in his brown eyes. He doesn’t even reply. Jason turns from the front seat and laughs loudly at that,

“Yeah, they are pretty similar, aren’t they?”

“Oh yeah, I film dead bodies all the time,” David’s saying, tone light but gaze still burning through you, “but that’s for my private collection.”

That had the car full of people hollering with laughter. You can only smirk at the man before being distracted by your phone for the rest of the ride.

David wants to wipe the look off your face with his dick.

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The party is what you expected. Loud and annoying with content creators everywhere. David finished his vlog before you’re done, basically ignoring you the entire time if it wasn’t about the edit. You stay a couple extra minutes after the man wanders off with his camera, stuck in the middle of a tricky transition you want to finish before you head out.

Jason’s pulling your headphones down out of nowhere, startling you to look up.

“So, I think things are about to get crazy. Grab your guys’ shit and get ready to go,” he’s ordering, sounding too much like a dad for you to ignore his warning before walking away and into the adjacent room. You shove everything in your giant bag, hauling it over your shoulder before following the way Jason went.

You’re just crossing the entrance way when you see David drop his camera to his side and holler at a tall blond man,

“Don’t compare what I do, to what you do! Go fuck yourself, man!”

“What? I’m gonna call out shitty production value when I see it, bro. Like look at you! You still film everything yourself, you only have one extra angle, and your camera dude isn’t even here! You’re still Vine-ing out here in Hollywood! That’s weak, man,” Logan Paul is laughing in David’s face.

There’s a group of people around them, phones recording. Logan is getting more aggressive with the second and David is following suit. You stand back and watch the scene unfold. David’s lithe form is buzzing and he’s moving closer to the man while continuing to scream,

“Weaker than getting your jaw rocked by KSI, pussy!”

David’s pushing up to go chest to chest with Logan when a man you don’t recognize pushes past the blond and guides David back, trying to calm the brunette as Logan starts yelling even louder, “You don’t even have a mic on your- David! DAVID! You don’t even have a mic on your camera, bro!”

You see Zane recording it all, laughing manically (which means he’s plastered). David’s now ranting to the still unidentified man, pulling away and out of his hold. You can’t hear his words over the volume of the party which had gone up as they realized a fight was happening. Jason is looping around to grab Trisha and Zane, when David turns your way finally.

His face is flushed with anger and he looks almost out of control when your eyes meet. You can only raise your eyebrows and give him a smirk, shaking your head at the dick measuring contest you’d just witnessed.

He’s storming past you, not pausing, and breathes out,

“We’re fucking leaving.”

A giant roll of eyes later, you do a 180 and follow him out. Jason on your heels arguing with Zane about staying when Trisha catches up to you and gives you a smile too big, “That was hot.”

Can you strain your eyes from rolling them? Cause at this rate, you will. David is seated in his car before you guys even make it outside.

Time passes slowly during the drive, you’re listening to the three men banter about what fucking happened with the blonde piping up every once and a while. Zane wanted to stay and thought it was a joke. Jason didn’t want to come in the first place and is just ‘I told you so’-ing all over the place. And Trisha is placating David, telling him he would have totally had Logan.

You say nothing.

There are already some people at the house when you get there and Zane continues to rage. Trisha and Jason are grabbing their shit and are off quickly, you tell them you’ll have the vlogs posted tomorrow.

You’re exhausted and really just wanna go home. And David will never send people home, not that you would ever expect him to. You start to order an Uber and David’s form looms over you before slapping your phone playfully and catching it before it drops to the ground.

“Fuck that. You’re not leaving.”

“David. I’m fucking tired. And-,”

“And you need some of my clips and you haven’t even checked if you can use all the bits. Sit down and let’s finish this shit,” he’s commanding.

He’s right and you begrudgingly find a place near him on the couch and finishing up. His friends still partying are eager to go out somewhere and are ordering their own Uber a half hour after you guys return. They’re begging David to come out but he says he needs to finish the edit. He urges them to go out without him and they oblige easily. Natalie even goes with, leaving you both alone to work.

But he’s still vibrating with adrenaline from the near fight with Logan. It’s obvious from the way his brow stays furrowed and his feet tap nervously on the ground. You find the whole thing funny. David has such first world problems.

“Alright. I’m done. I think I’m gonna order that ride now,” you’re telling him, packing up your stuff and pulling out your phone.

“Nah, I’ll give you a ride. I just need to find music to finish, it can wait.”

“David...” you give the man a look, exasperated tone heavy in your voice.

“Don’t fucking argue with me right now, (Y/N),” he’s hissing though clenched teeth, throwing his laptop to the side on the couch. He rises and you follow, you don’t particularly like taking Uber’s this late, so you listen to the man. Even though the rebellious voice in your head says not to obey.

The ride to your apartment is quiet for a while until you break the silence, wanting to poke the bear a bit.

“So, you were really gonna fight Logan Paul? Really?”

“Don’t even start,” David says, fingers gripping the wheel a little tighter.

“What? I’m just curious as to what the hell happened back there,” you reply, pulling on an overt expression of innocence.

“He’s a fucking cunt. He’s not usually that bad but I think he was fucked up on something. He wouldn’t leave me alone about production value! Like what the fuck?” he’s ranting, playing with the rings on his fingers idly, “He just kept comparing us and I had enough.”

“And your plan was what? Go toe to toe with a dude who has like half a foot on you? Yeah, that would have went well,” you’re laughing, shaking your head at him. He’s side eyeing you, face scrunched in disbelief.

“What? You got a hard on for the guy?” he grits out.

“No. But, like, what makes you better than him? Especially after that shit show.”

“What make me better th- Are you SERIOUS right now? Are you fucking ser-,” David’s crowing, hands fumbling for the auto drive so he can properly turn and unleash on you, hands flying with his words, “You should know enough about that asshole to understand how unalike we are! He has no conscious, he uses everyone around him and he’s a little bitch on top of it. So don’t even-“

“You’re a little bitch too.”

“Why don’t you go fuck him then!” David screams as your eyes widen, shocked for a moment. That’s all he needs though to take in your sudden change from cocky to still as you shake your head No in disgust. He’s smirking when he adds, “Yeah, that’s what I thought. It was my cum dripping off your face five days ago. It was me you were gagging around, you fucking bitch. Remember that! Now. Shut. Up.”

You’re unmoving in your seat at that outburst and obeying him steadily. David is angrier than he’s ever been at you and you momentarily think you fucked up. He’s taking control back of the car and doesn’t look at you again until you arrive to your home. You’re unsure of what to do, but David’s hopping out and grabbing your shit out of the back before you have your seat buckle off. He’s stalking behind you to your apartment and you don’t glance back, nervous to see if David is still as angry as he was.

He is. And that’s apparent as he pushes past you once the door is open and throwing your bags wherever. You barely have the door closed behind you when David is grabbing you around the waist and throwing you over his shoulder. You gasp and start to protest but he doesn’t respond, just continues to your room before throwing you on the bed roughly.

“Take off your shirt.”

Ripping it off your body too quickly at that order, you begin to undress fully, anxious to see where this night goes. You’re both desperate for sex with one another and you think this will be a nice rough session with the way he’s grabbing your discarded shirt and ripping it to shreds, the veins in his arms prominent with the rage flowing through him.

Naked and ready, you watch David crawl on to the bed, moving towards you so that you have to move against your headboard. He grabs your hand and drags it to the post on the bed, beginning to tie your wrist to it.

“What the fuck, David! You can’t-“

“I can stop,” he says, not stilling his movement, gripping the edge of the ripped fabric and pulling it too tight around your wrist. He moves to do the same with your other arm as he continues, “I can untie you and leave. Or, you can take my punishment and I might let you come later.”

His red face hasn’t lessened since his outburst and you’re actually really turned on by how outwardly angry the man has been all night. You think this might be a good outlet for his frustration and honestly, you’re looking forward to the marks he’ll leave on you.

You nod your agreement even though he hadn’t stopped restraining you. He looks pleased as he pulls back to kneel between your bare legs. The smile etched on his lips make your pelvis pulse and you throw your head back. He’s laughing as he begins to kiss up your bare thigh, other hand gripping your hip, nails digging in to bite at skin. You gasp out a soft moan and wiggle in his hold.

“That’s right, baby girl. You better remember who you belong to,” David croons, pulling back and off the bed to undress himself, “I don’t want you even thinking about that fucking blond cunt tonight. You think I’m like him? I bet he can’t pull orgasms out of anyone the way I can out of you, little girl.”

You laugh and pull at your wrists, legs spreading as he climbs back between them. His hands go to press on your thighs, pushing them away as he bends down to suck on your hip, biting and sucking to mark up the skin. You push your pelvis up and his lips trail upwards in response, not going the way you want him too.

His kisses trail up to your breast where he takes a nipple in his mouth sucking and playing with nub while you groan out, “David, mmm, c’mon.”

“Shut up,” he mumbles into your skin as he moves his head to your other breast, repeating the flicks of his tongue that have you crying out. His hands are caressing your sides, soft and sweet before scratching down and repeating the process over and over as his lips make their way up to your neck. All you can do is extend your throat as he paints your neck red with his bites. He’s too close and at the same time too far. He’s pushing his hips into yours for a brief moment, before holding his weight on one arm above you, hovering.

You fucking love that grin on his face.

It promises more, as he lowers himself down and settles between your parted thighs. His hands move to dig his nails into the tops of your thighs then stills, his head tilting to look up at you.

“Punishment, remember?”

He’s explaining, eyes locked to yours as he tears down your thighs, a scream pulling from your throat. You’re blinded by the pain and don’t notice the man move himself further down. It’s when his hands are almost all the way down your legs, you feel his tongue push between your folds and start moving.

The guttural noise that comes out of you might be embarrassing if he wasn’t pushing your legs back and moving his fingers to start caressing you as well. Your hips start lifting up fluidly, pushing up against his face as you turn and bite the pillow to stop you from sounding like a needy whore.

His tongue is flicking around your lips, stopping to suck on your clit every couple moments, while his fingers gather your slick and one slides in smoothly. It’s so good. Your arms contract, trying to jerk down and bury your fingers in his brown locks, but your destroyed t-shirt restrains you, making you cry out in frustration as he adds another finger and crooks them upwards, hitting your g-spot.

It’s torturous not being able to touch David while he eats you out. You just want to move his head and thrust against him. The man loves that you can’t though, breathing out a soft laugh against your heated and damp skin. He’s rolling his tongue around your clit, massaging it greedily when his fingers push up against the bundle of nerves inside you and stop, applying too much pressure. He sucks the nub into his mouth, his free hand going to bruise your thigh with his grip.

You’re about to come, tension building in your stomach and back rising from the bed when he pulls away completely. His face shines in the light of your bedroom and you’re left to shake through your ruined orgasm as he smirks, making a show of licking his lips.

“Fuuuck DAVID!” You scream, yanking at your tied wrists and writhing on the bed at the loss. And the dick has the audacity to laugh at that, pushing his hips flush against your core. He’s so hard, you hadn’t even noticed. The promise of him fucking you makes the anger inside you fade, groaning and arching into the man when he bends to suck on your breast.

“See what you don’t get when you’re being a little bitch, baby girl? I wanted to feel you come around my fingers but you don’t deserve it,” he’s mumbling around your skin, and you can feel him stroke himself against your wet cunt, lining up.

Your head is turning to bite the pillow again as he pushes in, but David’s hand not supporting his weight goes to wrap around your throat, holding you in place and not allowing your gaze to drift from his. It takes your breath away, unable to touch him or hide your face as he starts to thrust in and out.

Your hips are fucking upwards on his downstroke, desperate. It makes him chuckle and groan out lowly, “Yeah baby girl, you wanna fuck yourself on me? Does that feel good for my sweet girl.”

“Yes, daddy,” you snarl, trying to poke at his pet names but it makes him still and an obvious shudder goes down his body. His eyes widen at the words and he leans down to bite your bottom lip too hard before letting it snap back.

“Yeah? YEAH?! I am your daddy, huh? You don’t call me anything else, you understand?” He’s commanding, grip tightening on your throat so that you can only nod out your affirmation instead of speaking it.

He doesn’t stop fucking you, just repositions your thigh around his waist and bends your hip so he can pound in deeper. It’s the combination of him hitting so deep and his nails digging into your throat that has you staring to come again. David’s eyes look panicked as he feels you flutter around him.

He’s reeling back, pulling out and stroking his cock over you rapidly. You yell into the room, head slamming from side to side in utter frustration; you just wanna come, you just wanna come around him.

His warm come hits your stomach, his grunts overpowering your screams as he pulls the last of the feeling from himself until he’s too sensitive. He’s so gross, hand coming down to rub the come into your skin, drawing patterns into your stomach. You mewl ‘daddy’ pathetically at the touch, looking down to watch, just as enraptured as David was in the act.

He’s breathing hard still, the sticky mess fascinating him when he scoops some up and shoves it in your hung open mouth. You’re so wanton, sucking it off his fingers and then massaging the digits like his dick is in your mouth.

He pulls them out and slaps you cheeks fondly, an evil grin plastered on his face. Then he’s untying your wrists letting them fall limply to the duvet before standing up and off the bed, pulling on his discarded pants. You’re so confused when he leans against your dresser across from the bed and crosses his arms.

“Finish yourself off.”

You’re just staring at him in shock, “You’re not going to help me?!”

“No. You were bad, baby girl. I said I’d let you come, I didn’t say I’d do it for you. Now, let daddy see you come.”

He’s ordering, eyes staring at the wet mess your pussy had become. You moan and immediately start rubbing at yourself, two fingers pushing into your heat while you work over your clit.

“That’s it, baby. Does that feel good, are you gonna come around your fingers for me?” he’s narrating as you stare into his eyes, pulling pleasure from yourself with each twist of your wrist and flick of your fingers over your sweet spot. You’re breathing is quickening and you can’t help moaning out,

“Daddy, please. I wanna come for you, I wanna be good for you. Please just touch me.”

“No.”

“Pleeeease,” you’re trailing off, falling back against your bed, heat uncurling through your body as you come. The notion of being abandoned to take care of yourself is pushing you over the edge. Your hips jerk onto your fingers and you hear David cuss through his teeth as your body bends and contorts from your orgasm. You can’t think at all when he croons out,

“That’s daddy’s girl.”

When your legs stop shaking and you can think about anything other than David’s tongue and fingers and cock, you feel him sit next to you. His hand caresses your side as you’d turned over during your writhing.

“You’re so good for me. Maybe next time we can play together... If you can manage to tamp down on being a bitch in the future,” David’s whispering softly to you, kissing your shoulder and moving off the bed. You grunt out a short ‘fuck you’ as you hear him laugh down your hallway and out your front door.

His come is still drying on your stomach when his text rolls in,

Send me a picture of your thighs, I wanna jerk off to my marks tomorrow.

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The Princely Beast and the Dark Dragon

Ai hates Takeru,, but also he really really can't hate Takeru...

Warnings for non consensual kissing, Ai being an evil jealous little shit, and references to the episode Dreaming Roboppy

First he took his allies. Then he took his friends. Finally he took his cards, the only ones he gave him. Everything single part of him. Everything that extends from him, it all belongs to Ai. Because in the end they were one in the same. And if they were truly the same being, then everything they had belonged to one another.

Ai breathed a shaky sigh as he held Yusaku in his arms. His partners avatar severely injured from their final battle. He traced his fingers over the gouges, the missing leg, the slices in his skin exposing pink data underneath. In a way, it was pretty to look at. But reality was sobering and he wasn’t sure what this much damage would do to Yusaku’s mind. Soulburner and Yusaku breathing hard, both of them glaring hard at the A.I. Duo who looked on with victory in their faces. Ai reached out and grabbed Yusaku who fully collapsed due to his injuries, and taking him into his arms. The other Origin tried to plead for Ai to stop, it was sad really, it reminded him of Flame. Takeru kept trying to appeal to their good nature, it was almost princely like…

Soul burner reached out trying to get up but Roboppi pushed him down none to gently with their foot. Helping him along to his own unconsciousness by kicking him in the head and forcibly logging him out.

“Hey Big Bro…. Is he going to be okay?”Ai looked over to see Roboppi coming into the room, concern written all over their cherubic face. They must have came back from guard duty. They had a special room in the remains of Vrains holding the consciousness of their former friends. “I hope he will be. I’m just assessing the damage right now,” Ai didn’t reveal much more than that, he noticed that Roboppi has been more aggressive lately. Even their eyes have changed with a strange eerie ring of red surrounding the iris. He really needs to check their coding soon, he can’t have them lashing out on him or Yusaku, especially not with him this injured. “Ca-Can I hold him?”Ai turned in surprise as the meek request, Roboppi’s hands held out closing and opening them hesitantly. “No-” Roboppi’s eyes glowed dangerously that aggressiveness coming to the surface in near nanoseconds ready to rip Yusaku right out of his arms. Like hell he would let that happen! Little brother or not, Roboppi will learn some damn patience and respect here. They can’t throw a tantrum every time Ai tells them no. “Not right now.” Ai’s voice broke for no argument turning the former maid bot meek again from fear and shame. Good. For the immediate obedience he can offer something though. “You can however, hold his hand and help me check him over. It will be faster with the both of us.” The little bot nearly jumped with joy, the red near disapatting as they shuffled over not wanting to wake Yusaku. Their features turned incredibly soft and Ai reasoned that maybe he should have Roboppi help care for Yusaku after all. It seems they still have complete affection for him, enough to calm whatever beast now lies with in that seems to turn them into a monster when in battle. Their mood swings are incredibly concerning. “He’s so hurt, how are we going to fix it?”

Isn't that the question of the year? This damage is pretty bad, even with Ai’s help its going to be a while to fix and they have to take in consideration Yusaku’s human body. If they don’t care for it he will wither away in the real world. Sighing, Ai thought what a troublesome partner he has. “We’re going to have to split up duties, Yusaku is a stubborn bastard, so he will live. I’ll watch over him in this world and you go to the real one, take care of him there until I fix him.”Ai threaded his fingers through Yusaku’s virtual hair humming content now that he thought of what he was going to do. Yusaku was in a state of mind that really any suggestions can slip through that thick head. “And what the hell do you mean by fixing him, Ai?” A rough voice spoke up startling both of them. Ai’s head snapped up and he was met with the furious face of Soulburner, who looked for disgusted and furious as he looked him in the eye. He looked worn still, but much better than last time and well Yusaku currently. Great, Prince Charming has returned. “Exactly as it sounds, Mr. Prince~ ” The confusion that immediately took over nearly had Ai bust out laughing almost as if it was bitter and acidic, like stomach acid. Ai almost hated this man, the one who easily broke through Yusak’s defenses and walls as if they weren’t there at all. A beast that turned into a prince sweeping his partner off his feet. Ai tried but Yusaku was such an ice king, and while he did acknowledge Ai, it was only when he died and finally left. It made Ai want to rip out his throat . But in the end he truly couldn’t hate this man, and that was the worst part of it all. He was so earnest, so honest, about his well… everything! No wonder Yusaku fell for him.

Flame had loved and cherished him too, enough that he was willing to die for humanity simply because of Takeru. And Takeru loved him back with everything he had, he loved Yusaku too, if not more so. Ai kind of hated him for not being hateable, seriously! He’s got nothing but petty jealousy to work with here. It’s one of the reasons he wasn’t captured with the rest. He now realized that was a mistake though. Soulburner didn’t take kindly of everyone being well taken away. Which, fair. But really he could have least knock where was his manners?! Ah, wait, he’s talking he should really focus on what he’s saying now. “-Can’t believe you did this to everyone! To Yusaku! Ai, I know your grieving, we can fix this, grieve together. Don’t do this to everyone! I-I may not be the smartest guy around when it comes to people's feelings, but you can rely on me too….” There was pain in his voice, a helplessness, “I can’t say the pain we share is the same, but I can help… if you let me,” No, seriously, what shonen manga did this guy pop out from? He is literally too good to be true. Ai really hates the fact he can’t hate him. “ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!”

“I am.” Soulburner looked a bit embarrassed by that but still had the fierce look on his face that says, ‘I’ll kick your ass for you own good’ all over it. Maybe if Ai checked the archive of manga he could find a character that looked like Soulburner and thus finally find the origin of- Wait, he’s getting distracted. Ai cuddled into Yusaku one last time before handing him to Roboppi. “Take him to the room we have for him and then check on his body. I’ll handle this,”

Giving a cutesy salute Roboppi happily took their master and bounded off. Ignoring Soulburner’s indigent squawks as he was ignored. Striding up to the smaller man, he raised an amused brow once Soulburner realized he wasn’t stopping at all. This wasn’t how he usually did things but to be fair, it wasn’t a usual situation. With everyone else, they hadn’t been competition for Yusaku’s affection, hadn’t been the focus of jealousy since he had no fear of them taking his partner away. It also didn’t help that he could see another use for Soulburner without using him as a hostage. Tilting his head cutely with a bright smile, he almost wanted to laugh again at the smaller’s wary look. Ai knew how humans acted, how they can react, out of all the Ignis he was the best at that. Lightning may have known how to scare them, to rip them apart, but Ai knew what made them tick ...and let them be their own failing. Bringing up his hands, Soulburner flinched as his face was cradled and then pulled slightly forward. Just enough for Ai to lean down and they were touching noses. “I meant fix him, of course. You saw the state of him correct? Yusaku is a mess-” “A mess you made last time I checked,” Came the quick snap. Oh, cute he was growling, Ai wonders if he will bite if he calls him Puppy? For another time. “Yes, I did, for his own good. You know how he gets after all, willing to destroy himself for his mission. That’s why I had to stop him~ Otherwise he’d get killed, and I rather have him alive.”Ai hummed, as his fingers glowed a bit working their magic. Heh, magic fingers. “I’m not an idiot. You had a different thing in mind when you said you wanted to fix him”Soulburner grabbed his hands to chuck them off, only to realize they won’t budge at all. For all his strength, Ai was far stronger. In this world he makes the rules, they are just visiting in it. “True, I really just wanted Yusaku to stop fighting me, maybe even erase his memories of everyone that way he won’t be depressed when I end humanity.”Ai hummed as he tightened his grip almost bringing down his hands enough to make it look like he was choking the fiery duelist. Forcing his head back, Ai look into his eyes and relished the bit of fear and defiance in it. “I’ll make an exception for you, and some of the others, Yusaku does need friends after all. Heaven knows I worked hard while was with him trying to stop him from being such a basement hermit” “Wait, what?!” “Oh, yeah, he practically was chained to his basement, it’s a good thing he had Roboppi, otherwise with how long he stayed in that chair he’d have cobwebs all over him-” Ai was cut off by a smack of frustration to his shoulder. “No! I meant-What do you mean but ‘make an exception?!’ ”

Ah! Now Ai understood, and he let a devilish smile crossed his face. “You see, the thing is, I’m incredibly jealous of you , Takeru. You have the number one thing I really want, my partners unconditional love. All for you, you greedy bastard. For the longest while I wanted you gone!” Ai sighed dramatically and felt Soulburner flush as he realized how close their faces were. “You’ve gotten to be all his firsts too, his first date, his first kiss, his first time-” “Stop, please , just stop!” Cute, even in this form Soulburner was shy about intimate acts in public, or maybe it was just Ai? Eh, whatever. “Though not his first love, Ryoken has long had that seat.”

Both their faces clinched in displeasure at the other rival for Yusaku’s affections. If Ai had been smarter, he could be sharing Yusaku right now if he had teamed up with Takeru from the get go. A common enemy/rival always brought people together.

”However, I got to know you and in the end I couldn’t even hate you, your truly are an un-hateable guy. It’s very annoying by the way, the only way I could truly destroy you is through petty jealousy”Clicking his tongue he shook his head, as if blaming Soulburner for being a good person. “That would have let a sour taste in my mouth, You make him so happy. How could I kill someone like that? So, I decided, You get to stay with Yusaku... But it will be on my terms ” “Wait! Ai no- ” Soulburner let out a squeak as Ai crashed his lips down, using the momentary shock to get into Soulburners head to knock him out. In the end, he really was too easy to get to. A scream was muffled by Ai’s lips until Soulburner went limp, unconscious in Ai’s arms. “Don’t worry you and Yusaku are going to love your new life, once I rebuild Vrains, everything before hand will be just a terrible dream. You won’t even need your physical forms after I’m done.”

He bridal carried the man away already thinking of the modifications he needed to do to turn the Knightly prince into an obedient one. “Guess this is two bodies we’re going to need to temporarily look after. Good night~ ” “Sweet Prince”

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